When Chase had needed to find a job, his sister, Morgan, had a perfect solution. Chase had actually had lots of experience with makeup and hair for school plays and things like that. Morgan worked at a salon that was always short on staff. It would be a perfect fit! Chase didn’t think so. He had something more normal in mind, like retail or fast food, something a guy his age should be doing with his summer job between high school and college. Morgan was insistent. He had the skills to work there, and it would pay a lot better and be a lot less hectic and stressful than working at McDonald’s or something.
Chase agreed to at least go and look at the place before counting it out. The women that worked there were incredibly beautiful, and the clients were too. He didn’t see anyone there that wasn’t at least a 10, except for himself. Even Morgan put more effort into her appearance than normal.
“So? What do you think?”
“I don’t know. It’s nice and all, but…”
“But what? Are you such a weirdo you can’t work in a salon? You have to be some bro and have some bro job? Look at all of these beautiful people here.”
“Yeah, I don’t really fit in.”
Morgan grinned. “I could help you fit in. If I can do it, will you work here? With me?”
Chase thought it over for a second, then nodded. “What the heck? If you can make me fit in here, then I’ll work here with you.”
Morgan jumped and clapped her hands together and squealed. “Yay! You won’t regret this little bro! I promise!”
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Chase looked at himself in the mirror. He could hardly believe it. His sister made him hot! He could hold his own against any one of the beautiful ladies in the salon!
“So? Hot enough?”
“Morgan I—” He frowned. “I’m impressed, but I look like a girl.”
Morgan nodded. “Yeah, that way you’ll fit in there.”
“But I’m not a girl.”
“You’re going away to college soon. Just try it for a summer and then away you go. You’ll never see any of those ladies again, and if you do, they won’t recognize you.”
“I don’t want to be a girl all summer though.”
“Chase, look at yourself. You don’t want to be that? Really? Damn, girl, I want to be that!”
“I mean, you did do a good job. I don’t know…”
“Okay, just try it for ONE weekend and then if you don’t like it you can go work at crappy McDonald’s.”
“Okay. I think I can handle that.”
Morgan squealed again. “Okay, but first, you might look the part now, but you’re gonna have to act the part, or they’ll all know you’re a boy. So, ready to become a girl?”
Chase shrugged. “I guess?”
The rest of the week it was non-stop immersion into femininity. He dressed, moved and acted like a girl for days before his time starting at the salon. Stuff he never would have thought of doing before, but now he was forced into it 24/7. Constant practice. Morgan said it was important that he pass as female when he started at the salon, so he went along with it, but God it was hard!
Finally, his weekend at the salon started, and he tottered in on the highest heels Morgan could find, blonde extensions in his hair, and an uncomfortably short skirt, despite the tights Morgan had him wearing. He was extremely uncomfrotable, but the girls in the salon were super friendly and helpful with getting the new girl up to speed on how things worked, and by the end of the first day, Chase, or Chastity as the girls knew him now, had forgotten the strange situation he was in. It wasn’t until Morgan brought it up after they left that he remembered that he had interacted with dozens of people all day looking like a hot blonde and he felt suddenly embarassed by it.
“Hey, what are you upset about? You had fun, you have a job, the girls AND the customers all like you…you should be happy.”
“But I’m a guy.”
“Oh honey,” was all Morgan said. What did that even mean?
The next day went even better, and Chase had to admit that the girls were making him feel like a part of the family already. They all had his number, and he had all of theirs, and there were plans for girl nights and all kinds of fun girl things and Chase found that he was constantly smiling. His cheeks turned red again after work when he caught Morgan staring at him and grinning. Despite himself, he knew that he was going to stay at the salon for longer than the arranged weekend.
Chastity was a month into her stint as the front desk girl at her sister’s salon and things were not going as expected. She had more friends than she had ever had before! She loved the girls she worked with! They had already been out for drinks together most nights. It was fun interacting with the ladies without the pressure of all the sexual tension and flirting and everything else that was super stressful about being a guy trying to hang out with super attractive women. She felt closer to every girl at the salon than she ever had to any of her guy friends, even the guys she’d been friends with since kindergarten!
The daily chores of womanhood no longer bothered her. In fact, she enjoyed getting up in the morning and taking hours to get herself looking her best for work. She was even in a competition with the girls at work over who could take the hottest selfies. It had helped her get her confidence up early on and now they kept doing it just because it was fun. Chastity was confident, sassy, funny and adorable, more than had ever been said about Chase. Still, Chase was going to school once the summer was over and he would never be able to give that up, no matter how much temporary fun he was having pretending to be Chastity.
All of that changed late one night while Chastity was hanging out with the girls at one their apartments. They were all getting totally sloshed and playing truth or dare. Chastity thought that she could be saved some indignity by choosing truth a lot but that ended up being her downfall after the tenth question when one of the girls asked her how she ended up coming to work at the salon. Of course, Morgan had gotten her the job, but they all knew Morgan had a little brother, not a little sister. The two siblings shared a panicked look, but their brain functions were hampered by the supreme amount of alcohol they’d had that night.
“Well, you know. My sister got me the job,” Chastity said.
“Your sister? You mean Morgan? Morgan has a little brother, not a little sister.”
Chase had no idea what to do. They were all about to learn his secret and he didn’t think he could stop it. It was probably already out. These girls weren’t stupid, just ditzy. His face heated up under his makeup and he said nothing. He didn’t want to dig himself a bigger hole.
“Wow. Really Morgan? Why would you do something like this?” the girls asked.
“He needed a job and I thought it would be better if he tried to fit in, you know?”
“Seriously though? He knows like, all of our secrets and he’s like seen us getting changed and stuff! I feel so violated!”
Chase fell all over himself trying to apologize. He felt so bad, the adrenaline and alcohol were mixing in his system so that he was shaking and giddy like a schoolgirl. The girls didn’t even seem to hear any of his apologies and he wondered if he was just imagining this whole thing.
“Okay, Chastity, you can stay on, but there are going to be a few conditions. Morgan, you can look for a new job. Nobody needs your fake ass around. Don’t worry. We’ll take good care of your ditzy little sister here, won’t we girls?”
The room swirled. What was happening? This was too much! This couldn’t be real! One of the girls punched Morgan in the eye. Another stepped up to speak to Chastity, but she couldn’t hear anything. Suddenly, the girl was towering over her with a look of concern. Then, Chastity faded away into darkness and silence.
“Chastity! You’re late again!”
“Oh my Gawd! I’m like soooo sorry! I’m totes trying my hardest!”
The girls snickered at their ditzy front desk girl. All of them were girly, and most of them were ditzy, but Chastity was the girliest, ditziest, sluttiest of all. They made sure of it.
Chastity never saw her sister Morgan anymore. It had been drilled into her silly head that Morgan was a total bitch and betrayer and she shouldn’t have anything to do with her. Chastity had moved in with a couple of the girls two days after the incident at the party so they could keep an eye on her and train her and mold her into the front desk girl they want. If she resisted, they simply reminded her that they would sue her and her sister and that Chastity herself would have to register as a sex offender for pretending to be a girl just to see them all naked and jerk off. She was pretty well stuck, and the girls made sure she got even more stuck as time progressed. There were lots of pictures and videos of her transformation, including the one where she admitted to being a nasty perv who pretended to be a girl just to jerk off to girls in locker rooms.
“If you don’t want to get raped in prison, and have your entire family’s lives ruined, you better do what we say. You better be the girliest, ditziest, happiest girl we know!”
It was hard at first, but the more she did it, the easier it got, until it was no effort at all. Chastity would always be the salon’s ditzy little bimbo front desk girl. She would never be offered a promotion or allowed to go to school to actually learn anything about doing hair or makeup. She was simply too simple minded to ever make it through school. She would rely on the girls for the rest of her days.
“You know, Chastity, girls with that name never live up to it?”
“Ummm what do you mean?” There was a time not long ago when that statement would have been easy for her to figure out. But, she was getting used to not thinking, to listening to the girls, to obsessing over makeup and hair and clothes and pop music and other silly things. Nuance and euphemism she didn’t really get anymore.
“I mean, it’s time for a boyfriend, silly!”
That had been six months ago. Chastity was an hour late to work, at least, every day since then and had plowed through a dozen different boyfriends.
“Micah kept me late.” Chastity said and giggled.
The girls expected Chastity to live up to her reputation as a hot little ditz, so she was with a guy every night, a guy who fucked her again in the morning. She could never get to work on time. It was just another source of amusement for the girls at the salon.
“Don’t worry, ditz. We know how much you like it.”
Chastity at least had the decency to blush. She giggled again and sat down at the front desk, fake tits straining against her top, tiny skirt riding up to reveal her tiny thong, smile plastered to her made up face.
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