This is a work of erotic fiction. None of the events described here have ever happened, or may even be possible. Although I encourage readers to give me feedback both positive and negative, nasty anonymous comments are not appreciated.
This and all subsequent chapters were co-authored with one of my readers, who has provided much valuable input.
She woke early knowing that it would take time to prepare herself. Last night had been terrifying. Terrifying and exciting and arousing, and a whole gambit of emotions she couldn't begin to put names to. It had left her exhausted and after talking with Steph, she had only had about 5 hours sleep.
When she first looked in the mirror, she was stunned. The short buzzed sides, colored red, the longer mane on top and back. The four small hoops in her left ear and the fuck-me-hoops still in her primary piercings. She couldn't get used to the changes. It was almost like she was becoming someone else. She reached her hand up to the new permanent collar, and traced her fingers along it's length. She poked at the spikes and tugged on the rings, thinking of what Stephanie had done last night. As she stood there fingering her collar and gazing at her new appearance, she was stunned to feel a tingle in her pussy.
Stephanie. That moment last night when they were face to face. What did she feel? What was happening? She shook her head to clear her thoughts, not wanting to walk down that path any further.
After a quick shave to remove the stubble from her cunt, she hopped into the shower. The hot water helped revive her and she was considering using the wand for a quick cum, when Steph knocked and told her to hurry up. She was surprised how quickly she was able to dry and style her new shorter hairstyle.
Two morning classes, then a break followed by her last class which finished at 12:50. She quickly checked her phone for messages and finding none headed to the kitchen for breakfast. Steph was already there.
"Did you sleep in all that jewelery?" Steph asked. "Surely not the collar?"
"Yup. I gotta get used to it if I'm going to be the 'bad girl' don't you think?" She covered
"Don't the spikes like poke you in the neck. Fuck you are a hot bad girl!"
"Haha, no, they didn't bother me much. Besides, I was so tired I just fell asleep in seconds."
'Well. I hope you are at least going to take those huge hoops out of your ears before you head for class. They are just screaming SLUT."
"Haha, yeah, I will."
"See you later, right? Lunch?"
"Yeah, see you then, and after, well, probably late again, after today's shoot."
"You sure are spending a lot of time on this, Jenn."
"I know. But I am not very good at this bad girl look, so it takes a lot of practice and retakes."
"OK, but I hope you don't come back tonight any badder, like tats and whatever." Stephanie was grabbing her bag and heading for the door. "Remember, not too bad, k?"
"For sure, see you at lunch."
The moment Stephanie left their apartment, Jennifer hopped up to prepare for her morning classes. Her mind flashed to last night's instructions: "When you are in school or walking to school, or leaving school, you will wear the S dangles." Switching only one ear at a time, she soon had the dangles installed. They were heavier than the hoops and when she moved her head, they tugged her earlobes and struck her neck, constant reminders of their presence.
Her neck. The collar. Fingering the hoops, tugging on the rings, she began to juice. The collar symbolized it all. She was trapped, like an animal, and every time she tried to break away, it got worse.
As she dressed, she realized that her new bad girl look really clashed with her usual wardrobe. Unfortunately, the only other things that she had to wear were the slutty outfits that Duane had given her after the first two shoots, and neither of them was suitable for school. As she headed out of the apartment complex, she passed Ben standing in his doorway watching.
"Wow. I like the new look." He said, "Very slutty. Wanna come in for a minute and let me work on that collar, while you work on me?"
"That won't be necessary. This one is permanent so fuck off." She retorted over her shoulder as she continued walking.
The look of shock on Ben's face mirrored what she felt in her mind. What had she just said? She never talked like that. Not to anyone. What was happening to her? Maybe she really was turning into a new person, a bad girl. And to be honest, it felt good.
Her classes this morning were in her major, so there were many students, as well as profs, that knew her. This was going to be the true test of her new persona. There were a lot of stares from her classmates as she walked down the side aisle and took a seat.
"Hey, Jennifer" the boy to her right said. She recalled his name was Doug. Nice enough guy.
"Hey," she responded, making a quick decision to smile as usual, not immediately take on her bad girl attitude.
"I like your new look!" he continued.
"Thanks, yeah, trying something new."
"Well, it works for me," he said with a wide smile, that she returned.
Jennifer was tired, but also energized by her new appearance. Her mind wandered, recalling last night, the trauma that she endured, but survived and now was actually feeling good about things.
"... next week," Doug finished, looking at her for a response.
"I'm sorry, my mind was wandering. What did you say?"
"Just asking if you wanted to get together to study for the mid-term next week."
"Sure, why not?" She needed all the help she could get at this point. After four days of "modeling", she was clearly behind.
"Friday night? I can pick you up, dinner, and then hit the books."
"Um, maybe that will work, not sure if another shoot is planned."
"I knew it," he exclaimed. "With your looks and brains, you had to be a model!"
The widest smile she had seen in a long time.
