Amiee was very excited for her birthday. It was, understandably, her favourite day of the year and this one was special; it was her 30th birthday. She had made plans to go out for a beautiful romantic dinner with her fiance. She had done her hair and make-up, and was ready to get all dolled up for her big night when she got the text.
“Hey babe, not gonna make it to dinner. Working late.”
With one little message, Amiee’s whole day was ruined. Of course, this was nothing new to her. Sadly, she was used to being disappointed. Her fiance never really seemed to put her first. It was always work or “the boys” or some other reason that he couldn’t be there for her.
No dinner, no fiance, no cake, she let out a deep sigh, happy birthday, Amiee.
The disheartened birthday girl tried to call her girlfriends, but no one answered. Well, she resolved, if I’m going to spend my birthday alone, I’m at least going to get myself some cake.
She hopped in her car and headed toward her favourite bakery, the Garnet Hills Dreamery. Every year, she ordered a cake from the Dreamery and it was the highlight of her day. On the drive, Amiee thought about how awful her fiance treated her sometimes. Still, she thought that maybe, if she called him, he could be convinced to come home. She phoned his office from the car and got his voicemail. The message said that he was out of the office until Monday. Tears formed in her eyes as she realized that he had lied to her. What a fucking asshole, she screamed mentally, hitting the steering wheel. She fought back tears the rest of the way to the bakery.
When she arrived, she wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to compose herself. God, Amiee, you look like a mess now. She took a couple deep breaths, faked a smile, and entered the shop.
Amiee walked around the bakery, trying to get her mind off of her fiance. She eventually picked a cake she liked from the display case and paid for it. As she was about to leave, she nearly bumped into a man. The man was very well dressed; his outfit looked like something out of a men’s fashion magazine. He was also very handsome; his dark brown eyes giving him a mysterious look.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Amiee apologized to the man.
He smiled sweetly at her, “No worries. It’s nothing I won’t survive,” he looked at at Amiee as though he was studying her face, “Are you alright? You look like you’ve been crying.”
As if on command, Amiee felt the tears return. She tried to hold them back as she explained the events of her birthday to the kind stranger. She felt a little silly for confiding in him so much but she really felt as though she could trust him.
“I’m very sorry that your birthday has gotten off to such a terrible start,” the man said, “but, if I may, you’re a beautiful girl. You should be treated like royalty. If this man can’t do that, find another that can. Don’t let others make you feel so poorly.”
Something about his words made Amiee suddenly feel a lot better, “Wow,” she perked up, “That really helped. Thank you, Mister….” She extended her hand to him.
“Legion,” he shook her hand as he introduced himself, “It was a pleasure to meet you, Amiee. I do hope you have a very happy birthday.”
“Thanks!” she beamed, her mood rapidly improving, “and thanks for the chat!”
As she drove home, Amiee felt surprisingly good. She had really enjoyed her conversation with Mr. Legion and decided that she was going to take his advice. This was her day; and she wasn’t going to let her stupid fiance ruin it for her.
She got home and put the cake box on the counter. Amiee went to her bedroom and put on the sexy pink lingerie that she had planned to wear tonight. If her fiance wasn’t going to treat her well, she would just have to treat herself. She sat in front of the mirror and fixed her makeup. Amiee had always been a naturally pretty girl and had never really worn a lot of makeup. Besides, if her fiance never seemed to notice or care when she did actually put some effort into her appearance, what was the point? Thinking of Mr. Legion’s words, though, she decided to doll herself up a little. She deserved to feel beautiful.
Satisfied and feeling extra sexy, Amiee poured herself a glass of wine and lit the candles on her cake. She thought about what she wanted to wish for and Mr. Legion’s words returned to her. She had always been the “good girl”; the girl who tried to make everyone happy at her own expense. Where did that get her? Alone on her 30th birthday? No one ever noticed her, or even seemed to care about her. He was right; she deserved better. For once in her life, Amiee just wanted to be noticed.
“I wish that I could always be the center of attention,” She made the wish and blew out the candles.
She paused for a moment, as if waiting for her wish to magically come true. Feeling a little silly, she cut herself a piece of cake. It was absolutely delicious! The icing was the perfect combination of sweet and creamy. This was exactly what she needed to feel better about her day. She finished her cake and took a sip of her wine; she was going to have a great night.
Then, all of a sudden, Amiee began to feel… different. She felt a little dizzy. Whoa… did the wine hit me that quick? she asked herself. It seemed unlikely, but she could not think of any other explanation. Her body felt electric and, as she ran her hand along her arm, a long white glove appeared.
“What?” she asked aloud, “what is going on?” As she asked the question, a matching glove appeared on her other arm. Amiee knew she should have been worried; that, normally, she would have been worried. But now, she just felt so fucking good.
Her chest tingled as she felt her bra struggling to contain her breasts. Within moments, they had swelled out and transformed into firm silicone implants. Mmmmmm, these look expensive, she said, feeling up her new tits, and they feel great too. Her outfit then changed into a cute pink and white babydoll with a big blue gem in the middle.
I look… mmmm… I look like a fucking princess! I love it! A devious grin crossed her face as she licked her lips. Inside, she could feel the good girl fading away as she became more and more of a slutty, bitchy, spoiled princess. She no longer cared about anyone, or anything, other than herself. A cute golden crown appeared on her head. She laughed and began playing with her pussy which already wet from the transformations.
She noticed her dark hair grow out and turn to a golden blonde. She bit her bottom lip, which felt fuller and sexier. Amiee loved that she was now a blonde bitch. She was hornier than she had even been before in her life. She rubbed her clit, eager to make herself cum. She longed to feel the rush of pleasure that came with being a selfish, greedy princess; to do something for no one but herself. As she approached her climax, she could feel the new her taking over. The goody-goody inside barely more than a faint whisper in the back of her mind. She plunged her gloved fingers inside her pussy and fucked herself harder and faster, refusing to stop until she came like a dirty, plastic slut.
Amiee felt her body begin to twitch; she knew she was about to get the orgasm she so desperately desired. She rubbed herself excitedly, moaning and laughing and crying out in pleasure as her body was rocked by the most powerful climax she had ever experienced. Her pathetic fiance could never make her cum like that. The blonde bitch basked in the afterglow of her work, the good girl gone forever. She felt fucking amazing.
She was still admiring her new body when her fiance finally returned home. He entered the living room and saw Amiee. He assumed that she had dressed up for him; she obviously wanted birthday sex. He began to unbutton his shirt when she stopped him.
“Ew. No. Fucking. Way. You really think a loser like you can actually be with a hot bitch like me? No,” she walked up to him with hunger in her eyes; her breath lingered on his neck, teasing him, “Keep dreaming, you worthless, pathetic slave.” She took a step back from him and pointed at her feet, “Now, get on your knees and worship me.”
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Happy birthday, @amieebimbo! I hope the cake was good!
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