Convincing Costumes

Convincing Costumes

Charlotte was looking forward to her best friends hen party - but she wasn't sure about the theme. Like all of her friends she was a nice girl who had gone to a good school - and the theme of 'Slutty Chav Bitch' was a little out of her comfort zone.

Charlotte was genuinely disgusted at the thought of trying to dress up like some trampy, sexaholic, chav slut, even for just one night - but she decided she had little choice as she didn't want to let her friend down.

At least it was easy enough to find the outfit she needed. Charlotte was lucky enough to live near "Convincing Costumes" a famous local shop.  She had gone in and the woman on the counter had given her exactly what she needed with a promise that the costume was so good - people would actually believe she was a chav.

Charlotte thought that unlikely - but she was willing to try.  So with her boyfriend Darren watching lazily from bed - she stripped down to be naked and began to put on her outfit.

First was a canister that said "Fake tan," on it. It hissed and she gasped as a fine orange mist enveloped her naked body. It took a moment to settle, but once it had done so, her pale white flesh was gone and deeply tanned almost orange skin remained.  

Darren sat up in bed... his mouth open in amazement at the tanned body in front of him. Not a single hair remained on that body - only the head, and the skin glistened enticingly as his eyes were drawn to Charlotte's tight, bare, pussy. It was strange though - he didn't remember Charlotte having shaved down there. It was like the fake tan had burned off all her body hair too.

"Wow... that is... really convincing," he marvelled.

Charlotte blushed with embarrassment. "I look ridiculous. No going back now though I guess."

She held up the wet-look super-tight black leggings from her bag and with a grunt began to struggle into them. They were so tight they squeezed her legs and made her  look thinner... but with a much bigger, sexier ass. Charlotte finished tugging them into place with a slutty snap and she placed her bands on her hips in satisfaction.

Walking over to the mirror with an exaggerated sway, Charlotte admired her new legs. "Fuck - these are so fucking tight, but they make me feel like such a hot slut."

Darren was astonished. He'd never heard her swear like that before. 

Picking up the white lace-up top she pulled it into place without a bra and as she tightened the strings it seemed to alter her upper body shape. Her breasts seemed bigger and her posture became increasingly slutty.

Charlotte opened the costumes makeup kit and began to slide fake nails onto each finger. She tied her hair back so she could begin to apply thick heavy makeup to her formerly innocent face. She no longer appeared reluctant to be in the costume. 

As she put on lipgloss and foundation - thick slutty lips opened in a permanent pout - ready to chew gum or suck a big dick. Super long lashes bristled from her eyes - giving her a dumb, vapid look like some bimbo whore. Her expression was now that of a resting bitch as she liberally sprayed herself with perfume and pushed her feet into six inch stripper heels.

Darren gulped. The woman in front of him looked nothing like Charlotte anymore. She looked like a chav bitch. The costume really was incredibly convincing - he even noticed a couple of tattoos on her lower back and her ankle - strange, where had they come from?

"Charlotte... you look amazing," he whimpered feebly.

"Charlotte? Who the fuck is that?" laughed Chantelle as she pulled a handbag out of the costume box and began rooting around inside for her cigarettes.

Lighting up a ciggy she took a long drag and laughed at Darren as she blew it into his face and made him cough.

"I'm so fucking horny tonight - I can't wait to pull a couple of lads and get my backdoor fucking smashed in... I love being fucked up the ass," she giggled taking another drag.

Darren cried as Chantelle looked at him with blank contempt. Who the fuck even was this dickhead? She needed some big dick in her mouth or pussy and this guy couldn't give it to her. She was all dressed up so it was time to get out of here.

Turning away with a laugh, she grabbed her keys and her phone.  She no longer remembered being Charlotte... she no longer was a nice girl. The costume had convinced even her that she was a dirty chav slut and tonight at the club Chantelle was going to have so much fun.

As she passed a discarded can of fake tan on the floor, her heeled foot knocked it so it rolled over... but Chantelle had no interest in reading what it said.

"WARNING - PERMANENT."

THE END