Chapter 24: Pink and Cyan Princesses
The dorm room smelled like cheap body spray and anticipation. Jenny stared at her reflection, fingers trembling near the rhinestone tiara perched atop her pigtails. The hot pink corset dug into her ribs, forcing her posture unnaturally upright. The ruffled miniskirt barely grazed the tops of her thighs, the sheer stockings beneath feeling alien against her skin. "Amy," she whispered, her voice thin, "This feels... wrong. Like I'm wearing a costume for something... bad."
Amy sighed, a practiced sound of exasperation. She adjusted the plunging neckline of her own shimmering silver princess dress, the fabric straining over her curves. "Wrong? Babe, it's soooo cute!" She snatched the small, unmarked atomizer from her vanity. Before Jenny could flinch, Amy gave a quick, decisive pump. A fine, faintly sweet mist hit Jenny’s face. "Trust me," Amy purred, her voice dropping lower, smoother. "You wanna feel special tonight? This is how. Real princesses get attention. The good kind."
Jenny blinked. The mist left a cool tingle that rapidly warmed, spreading down her neck, into her chest. The tightness of the corset seemed less oppressive suddenly. The garish pink looked... brighter. Prettier. The nagging doubt in her mind softened, muffled by a pleasant, buzzing fog. "Attention?" she echoed, her voice losing its edge, becoming softer, simpler.
"Yeah!" Amy grinned, grabbing her phone. "Smile, Jenny-Princess!" She wrapped an arm around Jenny’s stiff shoulders, angling the phone down to capture their legs – the impossibly short skirts, the tops of their stockings, the glittering plastic tiaras. Amy tapped rapidly. "Sending Markie a little tease," she giggled. The caption flashed on the screen before she hit send: Feeling like princesses tonight! Hope we get the royal treatment ;)
Jenny watched, a faint echo of unease trying to surface through the fog. "Mark... he'll worry."
Amy waved a dismissive hand, slipping the phone into a tiny sequined clutch. "He'll think it's adorable. Now come on! The party’s starting!" She grabbed Jenny’s wrist. Jenny’s resistance was minimal, a slight tug backward easily overcome. The warmth from the mist pulsed through her, mixing with the unfamiliar thrill of Amy’s manic energy. Her legs felt strangely light in the stockings. She let herself be pulled towards the door.
The hallway outside Amy’s dorm was quiet, sterile under fluorescent lights. Jenny’s heels clicked loudly on the linoleum, the sound jarring against the silence. She kept trying to pull down the tiny skirt, her movements awkward. "It keeps riding up," she murmured.
"Stop fussing," Amy commanded, not looking back. "It’s supposed to. Shows off your assets." She glanced over her shoulder, a predatory glint in her eye. "You got great legs, Jenny. Flaunt 'em."
The fog in Jenny’s head thickened. Great legs. The words echoed. She stopped tugging at the skirt. Instead, she tried walking differently, swaying her hips a little more deliberately, mimicking Amy’s confident stride. It felt clumsy, but Amy nodded approvingly. "See? Better already."