In the following hours, Constance stocked up on tons of new clothes. Mini skirts, hot pants, leggings, tank tops, and shirts, all in her new favorite color. All of them were at least a size too small to give her her new signature look. Kendra helped her friend enthusiastically. Constance saw the glimmer in her friend’s eyes whenever she handed her a new ridiculous outfit she wanted to buy. She seemed to enjoy pushing Constance into her new role of the extravagant tacky friend.
Constance also bought a few pairs of white trainers that fit well with her new style. Knowing that she wouldn’t have to attend any formal events anymore, she was happy with having casual trainers as her only choice from now on.
Once the two had everything packed into bags, Constance was more than ready to head home. Hours of being on her feet and changing into clothes she had to squeeze her overfed body into left her exhausted.
Kendra, however, was still not done with their shopping spree. She pulled Constance towards an assembly of racks filled with cheap-looking jewelry.
“You need the right accessories to perfect your look! Let me just get you what you need.”
For 30 minutes, Constance watched Kendra pick out various clunky accessories. Hoop earrings that were big enough to brush against her shoulders, necklaces, and armbands made of fake pearls and other cheap materials. Now that Constance thought of it, she saw how well those accessories would go with her new style. She was happy that she had a friend who was just as interested in her getting a throughout makeover.
When Kendra was done, Constance called a cab to get all her new clothes home. She was thrilled to get rid of all her old wardrobe after a good night’s sleep.
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After waking up the next day, Constance took a quick shower, applied her makeup, and put on her first new outfit: leggings and a tank top.
She loved how much this outfit showed her body off. The tight fabric of her leggings made all her cellulite and fat show through while allowing it to freely jiggle around. Her tank top gave her an ample cleavage she couldn’t wait to show off. Constance had worked hard for her overfed obese body and was ready to let everyone see her figure.
Without any hesitation, she emptied the contents of her closet into plastic bags until every trace of her old style was packed up. Then she refilled her closet with her new clothes. She looked at the pile of bags and felt herself getting turned on by the prospect of throwing everything away to leave her old life behind.
As Constance was about to call a cab to bring her to the clothing donation station, she stopped herself as she walked by the mirror. A look inside reminded her that she had almost forgotten an essential part of her new self. She opened the bag with accessories Kendra had picked out and put some on. As her hoop earrings brushed against her shoulders for the first time, Constance was immediately in love. She admired the clunky armband and rings on her hands and stepped in front of the mirror again.
“Fuck…” she muttered as she took in her new look in its entirety for the first time.
She looked like a caricature of an uneducated, unhealthy woman from a low-income neighborhood, desperately trying to look stylish. Someone you would see in a comedic tv show, so watchers could laugh at her ridiculous looks and behavior. But this was real life, and she was about to live full-time as this woman no one would take seriously. She had turned herself into the opposite of what she used to be. The respectable, modest college student was nowhere to be seen.
Was she really about to go out like this and let her desires become her new reality? Being so close to it, Constance felt powerless to stop it. She had thrown herself into a rabbit hole that she would not escape alone. And she had pushed away the people capable of getting her back on track. With Kendra as her best friend, she was destined to live as the woman she now saw before her.
And deep down, she knew that it was the right choice.
Constance admired her image for many more minutes. Her arousal steadily increased as she fantasized about how everyone would treat her from now on. Her new makeup had already caused her to be treated worse by everyone around her.
But this was even more extreme. Now there was nothing about her that didn’t scream trashy. Even Chrissy would look down on her.
She let her fantasies run wild until she couldn’t take it anymore. Instead of her phone, she grabbed her vibrator and returned to bed. It didn’t take long until her first orgasm rocked her flabby body.
Constance didn’t bother to hold back her screams. She felt it fit her new persona better to cum loud enough for her neighbors to hear.