MAGIC NAILS STORY BY EVIE HYDE AND AMIEE BEE, 2020
Jessica couldn’t believe she had agreed to this; she had so many better things to be doing with her time than going to the nail salon with her vapid bitch of a step mom. For instance, she had soccer practice tonight with the team, but now she was having to miss it for this girly crap. At least it wasn’t her kickboxing class that she was missing - she really enjoyed that... but she had promised her Dad that she would try to get along with her vain Step Mom for once and he had been insistent that she go and appease her step mom Annabelle with the “girly day” that she seemed so set on.
Jessica hated Annabelle. Her real Mom had died when she was just a little girl and as a result she had got much closer to her Dad and rather protective of him. Growing up, it had pretty much just been the two of them and Jessica had ended up quite a tomboy as a result. She had short hair, loved to play rough and after hanging out with her Dad and his buddies as a little girl, could do everything from rewiring a car engine to playing poker . But Jessica could see the loneliness her father faced, and so ironically, it had been her that had encouraged Bill to get out and start dating again. She had even set up the dating profile online for him.
When her Dad met Annabelle, Jessica had been excited at first. Her soon to be step mom had seemed nice and was incredibly stylish with the best makeup the young girl had ever seen. Annabelle had a trim sexy body that she kept in good shape through yoga and running. She also had an incredible figure for a woman her age with Jessica’s dad describing her as having ‘large firm breasts’ and ‘a squeezable ass’ much to Jessica’s embarrassment. Although this ex-cheerleading, fashion obsessed beauty seemed a bit ultra feminine for her average looking (but wealthy) Dad, Jessica had just been happy he had managed to find such a beautiful woman. At the time she hadn’t expected the relationship to last more than a few weeks… how wrong she turned out to be.
Annabelle had made a real effort to impress Jessica to begin with, but after a few months (and once she had Bill wrapped round her little finger) - she finally showed her true colours. Through sexual control, seduction and manipulation she made Bill completely dependent and obsessed with her. Her shallow and bitchy personality began to show as she stopped wasting time being nice to Jessica and instead began to treat her with contempt and amusement. Annabelle quit her job on the fashion counter at the local department store and instead became a full time house-bitch. She soon had a Tiffany diamond engagement ring on her finger and was happy to spend Bill’s money on expensive dresses, luxury handbags and designer shoes.
As she became prettier and more glamorous, her power seemed to grow. Bill was enraptured with his beautiful wife as she draped her body in diamonds, pearls and sexy lingerie. She began to sport even sluttier longer manicures, expensive pedicures and her once demure clothing changed to reveal the swell of her large firm breasts at all times. Annabelle renovated the house to turn it into a palace to feminine luxury and power, where she was the queen and Bill was just her play-thing. Eventually they married and her power reached its height.
Finally, with all things nearly in their place, her attention had turned to Jessica. Jessica was the one remaining thorn in Annabelle’s side. She had a beautiful house, a perfectly obedient husband - but instead of the popular, cheerleading, sexy daughter that a bitch like her might like… her step daughter Jessica was nauseatingly unmaterialistic and tomboyish. Annabelle tried to shape Jessica into being more girly, she even tried to buy her nice clothes and makeup and manipulate her into being more popular at school… but none of it worked and they just ended up arguing. Eventually she had nagged Jessica to give her the chance to have some ‘girl time’ with her and after putting pressure on Bill - she had finally gotten her way...
The drive to the salon was awkward to say the least, Jessica clearly did not want to be doing this and sat in silence with a sour look on her face. By contrast Annabelle had an almost predatory look in her eyes as she examined her young step-daughter from time to time. The hot bitch was so disappointed in Jessica. Her step daughter was so frumpy and unfeminine. At her age she should be manipulating boys and enjoying herself. All she needed was a little… push. A little help to realise her full potential. Annabele had always wanted a daughter she could shape and mould - one who could understand the pleasures of femininity and be her protegee. She grinned - the poor girl had no idea what was in store for her today.
Wanting to break the awkward silence Annabelle tried to chat to Jessica and put her at ease. ”So I’m so glad you let me start with your nails, they really will make you feel more girly. I was chatting to my stylist the other day. You remember Amiee, don’t you? Anyway, she showed me this gorgeous design that would be just wonderful for you. So hot! They would definitely make you the most popular girl on campus. Don’t you want to be popular?”
“Not really. All those popular girls are such bitches. To be honest, at our school there really aren’t that many girls like that. The main bitchy girl left and there’s been a lot less bullying since then. Without a leader, the popular girls kinda went quiet.”
“So - there’s a power vacuum. A hot girl could easily come in and take control, make things run the way she wanted. Wouldn’t you like that… to make everyone do what you wanted? To have any boy you wanted and be popular and powerful?”
“No… absolutely not. I’m perfectly happy having my friends Chloe and Nicola and just being nice to people.”
“Of course, I understand. It’s hard for you to imagine, but I’m sure given the right opportunity you would realise just how good it feels to be the alpha bitch. In the meantime are you ready to get your nails done honey? We’re here!”
Sure, yeah whatever” Jessica replied, groaning inside. For her it was just a matter of getting through the next few hours without losing her mind!
Annabelle parked the car and they approached the salon. Jessica rolled her eyes. It was a super expensive place by the looks of it - all white and stylish. Beautiful women sat chatting, surrounded by tasteful pictures and expensive flowers. The staff were all perfectly made up like Stepford wives with their pretty hair tightly bound up and dressed in white uniforms. For Jessica it was her idea of Hell.
Walking inside with her step-mother, Jessica felt awkward. This was not her usual sort of place, she didn’t belong here. She felt comfortable on a soccer pitch, not in such a strange feminine environment. “Welcome ladies,” smiled a petite and perfectly made up young woman with a friendly face approaching them. She had sexy green eyes and rich brunette hair, that if unbound might fall to her lower shoulders. She exuded cuteness and friendliness. She looked like the kind of girl you would happily sit with for hours and chat and gossip. A name badge on her uniform said she was called Amiee and Jessica realised this was Annabelle’s stylist that she was always raving about.
“You must be Jessica,” purred Amiee. “Annabelle has told me all about you. My my, such a pretty girl… or you could be with a little help of course, *giggle*.” Normally Jessica would be offended by such a comment, but there was something so reassuring and calming about Amiee’s manner. It made you want to trust her, to do whatever she said. She seemed like such a nice girl.
“Annabelle has asked us to give you a very special manicure. I think you’ll enjoy it. Your step mother has been a customer here for a very long time and we helped to change her life, just like we can change yours. Come with me to our special booth in the back, it’s where all of our best customers get their nails done. You’ll feel like a new girl when you come out.”
Annabelle smiled and propelled her step daughter after Amiee towards a small booth at the back of the salon. Sitting at the nail bar, opposite Amiee, Jessica would have felt panicky if Amiee hadn't been so reassuring. She had never done anything like this before. Before long the girl was sat compliantly with her hands extended, ready for the expert manicurist to go to work. “Just relax Jessica, you’re going to really enjoy this,” soothed Amiee. Sitting nearby, Annabelle smirked as she watched the stylist begin her work on her tomboy daughter. She couldn’t wait to see this.
Jessica winced as Amiee got to work filing down and removing all of the dirt from her nails with a ruthless efficiency that she had not expected from the previously bubbly woman. It was painful at first, Amiee digging into all of the hard to reach areas and digging out all of the dirt and grime that had built up from all of Jessica’s various tomboyish pastimes, but once it was done it actually felt quite nice having clean well trimmed nails for once, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all?
She was soon snapped out if it though when Amiee brought out a tray of long acrylic nails, one look at them and Jessica recoiled her hands and started shaking her head furiously. “Nuh uh! No way are you putting a set of those… those... claws on me!” She growled, looking at the tray of nails. They looked like the kind of slutty evil bitch nails that an instagram star or a vain celebrity might wear - the kind who only care about looking good and grabbing a rich boyfriend. They were sharp and wanton, thick and glossy. They wouldn’t suit her at all - maybe some popular high school bitch, but not a tomboy like her. She could see why Annabelle liked them though and come to think of it, they looked kind of like a pair her Step Mom wore.
“Relax honey...” Amiee soothingly purred, resting a hand on her shoulder and sending a wave of calmness through her body. “We always start with them this long and then clip and file them down to a shape and size that suits you. Don’t worry you are in safe hands with me.” What she was saying didn’t sound right, but Amiee looked so trustworthy that Jessica was still somewhat unsure. Instinctively she found herself trusting Amiee and finally relenting she extended her hand for the stylist to continue her work. Wouldn’t it be nice to do something girly for a change? whispered an interior voice - quiet yet growing in strength.
Amiee was patient and took her time, softly massaging Jessica’s hands to make sure she was as relaxed as possible. It felt so good and it was almost hypnotic, Jessica felt her breathing slow down and her heart slow. She felt calm, relaxed and... receptive. Her mind wandered and she found herself lost in her own imagination. After a while Jessica zoned completely out, lost in her thoughts and Amiee eagerly got back to work.
Watching Amiee begin to apply the first nail Jessica thought to herself that if this was all it took to get Annabelle off her back then it might not be so bad. After all she couldn’t remember the last time her nails had actually been clean and feminine like this. The sexy nail looked out of place right now, but she could see that when the set was complete it would make her look great. That’s right - soon you’ll have a whole set of these… your hand is gonna look really hot, you’ll probably have the sexiest nails in school. See, this isn’t so bad is it? Jessica felt a strange tingle running down her hands into her body. Strangely she felt slightly aroused, like her coochie was getting wet for no reason. It felt really nice and she squirmed slightly, wanting to giggle at the nice things Amiee was doing to her hands and the way it was making her feel. See - doesn’t this beat kickboxing and stupid soccer? Mmmmmh so nice huh?
As if in a dream Jessica watched Amiee move on to the next nail. As it slid into place, Jessica felt a strange revulsion at the thought of how short, chewed and grubby her nails had been before and a bitchy smile twisted the corner of her mouth. Soon you’ll look like a princess. Won’t that be nice? Jessica’s posture changed as she sat up straighter and pushed her chest out slightly. Her arms and hands took on a more feminine body language as she held her hand out in a much more natural way - as if she were used to be manicured and liked it. Looking down with admiration. Jessica realised she liked that her nails felt clean and presentable for once, it actually felt nice. She flicked her short hair back and smirked happily. See babe - don’t you feel better already? Don’t you want more….? Mmmmh of course you do...
Annabelle couldn’t hide the wicked grin from her face as she watched Amiee work her magic on her step daughter. She knew the magic nails were powerful, but she had never watched the process herself and even forewarned it was incredible to watch as Jessica’s short unkempt hair began to tidy itself up and grow. She could see the horrible split ends heal and strengthen as Jessica’s hair lengthened and took on a beautiful blonde colour. It took on a bitchy shine as it brightened and filled with volume, falling around her head like a golden halo and making her look twice as attractive as she had moments ago. Her eyebrows lightened to match, plucking themselves and neatening into a perfect pair of arched brows. The girl didn’t seem to notice or care, her lips were parted slightly and her pupils were dilated. She was obviously experiencing pleasure at her corruption and that satisfied Annabelle even more. To know that her weak pathetic step daughter would soon be like her was the most amazing feeling of triumph.
Jessica looked over and saw Annabelle beaming at her, she was obviously loving every minute of this. To her surprise she smiled back and felt proud of the fact Annabelle was pleased for her. She couldn’t help but notice how happy Annabelle was that they were finally connecting. See Annabelle isn’t so bad is she? She’s trying to be a Mom to you… maybe you should think of her as your Mom and be friends? It would be nice to have another woman to talk to, go shopping with. This could become a regular thing.
Jessica tried to remember what it was that annoyed her so much about Annabelle, but she was struggling. After all Annabelle was just encouraging her to be pretty and popular all the time, was that even such a bad thing? Having a few more friends would be nice and maybe if she looked a bit nicer boys would actually look at her? That would be nice - at the moment boys either ignored her or just treated her like one of the guys. You are definitely not a guy. You are a gorgeous girl and you have needs… getting a boyfriend is the first step to meeting those needs. Mmmmh, you deserve a stud to worship that pretty pussy and make you feel good - oh and of course run errands for you and do all the things you want him to...
The heat in her loins intensified as her thoughts turned horny and Jessica found herself becoming jealous of her friend Chloe, who actually had a boyfriend. Although Chloe’s boyfriend Jason wasn’t anything special to look at, he always seemed to look at his girlfriend like she was the only person in the world that mattered. That must feel good, to be admired, worshipped and adored thought Jessica. Yes… don’t you want to feel that way? Don’t you want ALL the boys to worship you?
Letting herself daydream Jessica started to imagine what it would actually be like to be popular to have a flock of admirers hanging on her every word, desperately hoping that she would notice them. All that with a strong, handsome guy by her side, willing to do anything to make her happy. Yes… to be a spoiled, bratty, princess who gets everything she wants. To wear the head cheerleading outfit and be the prom queen… to dress up in a tight black dress and have every guy want you… it’s your destiny...
“Okay hun, pass me your other hand please, this one is all finished.” Amiee suddenly chirped, breaking Jessica from her erotic daydream and the insidious voice in her head - her own voice. “You zoned out on me for a second there sweetie, everything okay?” she asked with a slight giggle.
Jessica offered up her other hand, but couldn't help marvel at the completed set of beautiful inch long nails that she now sported. Her hand looked like a super-models and the thought of raking her nails down some studs back or wrapping them round a big throbbing cock made her pussy even wetter as she breathed heavily and an involuntary whimper of pleasure escaped her lips. You look like a bitch… doesn’t it feel good to be a bitch?
Amiee grinned - it was like she knew exactly what was on the girls mind as she innocently asked her what she was thinking about.
“Ohhhh, I was just imagining what it would be like to be popular,” sighed Jessica, as she elegantly brushed a lock of golden blonde hair behind her ear, still sounding somewhat dazed. Her voice didn’t seem right… she coughed to clear her throat and it rose in pitch, becoming sing-song and silken. Now she sounded like a honeyed seductress with a cute little whine and catch in her voice that made her sound like a hot girly brat.
“I mean… I… like… ummmm… hey like have I always like talked like this?” she stuttered her inflections and speech patterns changing to imitate those of a cheerleader - a moment of temporary alarm seeming to go off in her head.
“Of course you have. Relax and don't worry babe, once I am done with you, you won't have to imagine how it feels to be popular,” Aimee replied with a wry smile. “You're definitely going to be the most popular girl in school when you go back. I guarantee no one will even remember the old you - at least not for long. It won’t take a smart and beautiful girl like you, long to establish yourself as popular, will it?” Who would want to remember that loser you were anyway… wouldn’t you rather go back as the most popular girl in the school? The thought made Jessica even wetter...
Watching from the corner, Annabelle was getting pretty horny herself. Her tomboy daughter was half-way transformed now and it was so delicious to watch. The mental changes were clearly accelerating, but so too were the physical. All the spots and blemishes, scars and bruises that Jessica possessed were fading to be replaced by perfectly smooth skin. Her tiny a-cup breasts, long a source of joy to her as they were much easier to do sports with, appeared to be growing and pushing out. Jessica’s face seemed to be shifting slightly… becoming more symmetrical and beautiful. Soon she would be gorgeous.
Jessica eagerly handed her other hand over to Amiee who began to apply the final five nails. As each of these slid into place, they would accelerate Jessica’s transformation. Annabelle watched eagerly as Jessica allowed more nails to slide onto her hand - it was going to be so fun to see how bitchy and slutty Jessica ended up.
Meanwhile the girl was busy day dreaming again. What Amiee had said intrigued Jessica. On Monday when she went back to school - how hard would it be to take over and become super popular? Oh it would be easy babe- since Jayde left there has been a power vacuum. Her old lieutenants Molly and Erica are too busy fighting each other to establish themselves as Queen Bees. They are both waiting to see who gets selected to be Head cheerleader before launching their power moves. The auditions and tryouts are next week. Imagine if you were to apply - imagine if coach Houser chose you to be the Head cheerleader? You’d be the most powerful girl instantly.
As for the rest of the school - Jessica realised that all through her life she had observed little bits of information and been confided in by various people as she had always seemed trustworthy. She knew a lot of secrets and gossip about a lot of people in fact. So - a little bit of a push here - a little nudge there - she could easily make everyone in the school either afraid of her - or so desperate to be her friend they would help her cement her power. The thought made her smile and her lips curved into a wicked grin. It would be easy to become the alpha girl… but did she want to do it? Yes… of course you do. Don’t you want to be slutty and hot? This is your time and no one will be able to stop you.
Jessica giggled as her mind filled with poison and dirty thoughts. At the same time, her outfit began to change as the ninth nail slid into place. Her comfortable sneakers became strappy black heels as her baggy jeans tightened around her legs and rose to be a jeans skirt. Her plaid shirt tightened around her bust and turned pink - transforming into a silky crop top with cute little bows on it. She now looked like a fashionable, sexy, bitch. Her tits were now big D cups and her waist was tiny. Expensive makeup covered her face as she looked down eagerly to see Amiee begin to apply the final nail.
That’s it Jessica. Just a moment longer and you’ll be a hot bitch. It’s going to feel so good - you’re already nearly cumming at the thought of all the bad things you are going to do aren’t you. Screwing boys and stealing them from their girls… seducing older men, bullying the nerds. You’re going to be just like Annabelle… it’s going to feel so fucking good.
“No… wait,” groaned Jessica suddenly as her old personality regained control. “I… this isn’t me… I…”
“Shhhh Jessica,” grinned Amiee grabbing her hand and steadying it. “You know you want this more than anything. In fact why don’t you say it… ? Why don’t you admit what you want me to do? I think we both know by now that these are magic nails and you’re changing into a hotter girl. One more nail and you’ll become a nasty, spoiled, hot, little bitch just like Annabelle paid us to make you. I’ll promise to remove all the nails I put on so far if you tell me to. Otherwise I’ll slide this one on and complete your change. I just want to hear you say it first. Then I’ll make you into a Goddess and you will be free at last.”
On her chair Annabelle gasped and tensed up. Amiee was taking an incredible risk here… what the hell was she doing? All of her work so far could be undone with this risky gamble. Jessica could reassert her control and remove the nails, she would never get another chance like this.
But Amiee knew her craft well. She could smell the wetness in Jessica’s panties and see the lust in her eyes. She could feel the hunger in the girl - the desire to be popular, pretty and powerful.
Jessica moaned and leaned forward. Her free hand with the nails on crept down to her panties and slid inside. She moaned as she rubbed her clit and felt her new bitchy pussy - so much tighter and now shaven, pulse with pleasure. Her big new breasts ached with pleasure and her glossy lips parted in a gasp of lust as she looked into Amiee’s amused eyes.
“Uhhhh, I NEED it… ohhhhhh yes do it… make me into a BITCH! Make me popular and horny. I want to be bad… I want to be sexy and feminine. I can’t stand it anymore, corrupt me please I need it!”
Amiee grinned. She loved it when the girls tipped over into corruption like this. It helped to make the effects of the nails even more powerful. She applied the final nail and Jessica began to cum as her transformation completed itself and her soul turned black as night. YESSSSS, you aren’t going to regret this… you are a bitch now.
“Ugggghhhh YES damn right I’m a bitch now,” giggled and groaned Jessica as she shook and continued to cum. “Ohhhh I’m such a fucking bitch and I LOVE IT!”
Annabelle looked at the transformed bitch writhing in the chair and grinned. Jessica looked amazing, she was still vaguely recognizable, but she looked five times prettier than when she had entered. The nails had done their wicked work perfectly and Jessica was now just the way her Step Mom had always wanted her to be.
Rising from the nail bar like a bitchy Queen, Jessica giggled as Annabelle looked at her wicked new step-daughter with a grin.
“Oh Jessica, you look amazing - you’re perfect.”
“Hmmmm, I like totally am perfect aren’t I? - but you can call me Jessie now Mommy - I feel like a whole new girl and I like it.”
“Just be careful with your new nails,” grinned Amiee. “They are very tough - almost unbreakable in fact… but if they do come loose, the old boring you might come back. Our nails also have a few extra enhancements which I’m sure you’ll have a lot of fun discovering.”
“Thanks so much for my nails Amiee - I will use them to be a bitch, don’t you worry about that.” Jessie purred, flexing her clawed nails, as her head throbbed with naughty ideas and desires. She couldn’t wait to go to school tomorrow and begin her new reign.
“That’s okay,” purred Amiee. “We’re always looking for new customers… make sure you give me a call if you have any more nail needs… I’m always happy to help.”
Hugging Annabelle, the new bitchy Mom and daughter duo smiled at each other. “At last I have the daughter I always wanted,” grinned Annabelle. “Now let's go max out your Dad’s credit card and get you some new clothes and things. We can burn those old frumpy clothes. Tomorrow you take your place as the spoiled new princess slut of our household.”
For Jessie and her Mom - things were just beginning...
TO BE CONTINUED...
