Hayley kept trying to get into a club in town, to have a good time.

No matter what she tried, however, the bouncer stopped her. He didn’t give a reason; he just didn’t let her in.

“Not tonight”, he said, signalling her to leave.

Hayley was getting incredibly frustrated. Even more so now her friend, Stella, had told her about the amazing night she’d had there.

“You don’t exactly look the clubbing type, kid”, she said. “For one thing, your clothes scream ‘under-age’ even though you’re 21. You look like a damn schoolgirl.”

“What’s wrong with my gear?”, said Hayley, gesturing at herself.

“It screams librarian, or teacher”, said Stella, “not free spirit. It’s so… ordinary, vanilla.”

“Help me, please….!”

“Ok. I’m taking you shopping. Bring your Card; this isn’t going to be cheap…!”

Stella was right. Hayley had already spent over £100 on clothes. Then she saw the skirt…

Unlike most items she had looked at, it was hanging in a discount store, on special. Stella spotted what she was looking at.

“Not bad”, she said. “That, actually, would go with your gear. A maxi length faux leather black skirt, with a split up the back for dancing. Go on, go for it!”

Hayley ducked into the store, and bought the skirt, as it was in her size. She didn’t even try it on; she somehow knew it would work.

Back home, Stella helped her get changed. This was when she put the skirt on for the first time. She couldn’t believe how thick and heavy it was but, at the same time, it was really comfortable. She tried a few dance moves in it and they worked perfectly.

Stella spent ages on Hayley’s makeup. She even styled her hair differently.

Hayley felt more alive than she had been for ages. Her new bra made her look more ‘endowed’ than ever; no longer was she fairly flat chested. The skirt slinked around her legs but still left her free to move. She had never felt so confident; she hugged Stella.

One thing led to another; Hayley was so turned on she kissed Stella, before she could stop herself. Chuckling, Stella kissed her back…

“Now you’re ready for the club”, she said, quietly…

Hayley was still nervous as she went to the club that evening.

Stella agreed to come too, to give ‘moral support’, if nothing else.

The pair walked up to the entrance; this time, the bouncer let them both in. As he did so, however, he nodded to Stella…

Stella reached down and pressed a concealed latch on Hayley’s skirt…

Hayley’s skirt immediately went completely transparent, fully see-through. Her thong, suspender belt and stockings were now on display to everyone.

There was a click as all the fasteners on the skirt locked, as did the belt Hayley was wearing. Hayley flinched as two clips inside her bra clamped onto her nipples. The choker she was wearing also went tight and locked.

“What the hell?”, Hayley cried. She then looked down and shrieked. She frantically tried to use her arms and cover herself, whimpering.

She turned to Stella for help. Stella was holding a leash…

“I should have told you”, she said. “There’s a price to be paid to get into the club, and I’m not talking about the admission fee. You are my ‘plus one’ tonight, it’s the only reason you got in. It means you’re my slave for the evening. That’s why I arranged for you to get that skirt…”

Stella clipped the leash onto Hayley’s choker, now turned into a solid collar.

“Don’t you dare embarrass me, slave”, Stella said.

The pair then stopped at the cloakroom. This cloakroom, however, was rather different…

“Size 2, with the attached hood, please”, said Stella.

The woman behind the counter smiled, and handed Stella a bundle…

“Wait, what are you doing?”, asked Hayley, as Stella started putting the cloak on her.

“Getting you dressed for the club, of course”, said Stella. “No slave is allowed in without a cape and hood on.”

Hayley tried to pull away. Stella slapped her, hard, then carried on dressing her.

She undid the choker for a second but, before Hayley could run, rammed the hood on her head then put the collar back on. Hayley was now blind and deaf, as the hood only had nose holes.

Chuckling, Stella towed Hayley into the club.

“You really should have checked what sort of club this was, shouldn’t you…?”, she said. “Anyway, you’re certainly going to have a night to remember…”

Hayley tugged at her leash, moaning…