The Sweetest Revenge: How Blake Became the Star of Valentine’s Night

A Shattered Heart, A Broken Dream

Flipping the small paper heart around in his hands, Blake moped. This was another unfortunate Valentine’s Day by himself. He had walked in on her cheating on him with another man and had dumped her. The only solace was the tin of chocolate candies he had just worked through.

There had been hopes that she was the one and this would be a great Valentine’s Day together. He had made several plans. The day would’ve started with the chocolates and the roses. The first which he had eaten and the second he had thrown away.

Then he had scheduled her for a lovely day at the new hit salon downtown. He had dropped a pretty penny on the deluxe package, which was nonrefundable. After that he had reservations at a chic restaurant. Finally, to wrap it all up he had purchased her a new set of lingerie tucked under the bed.

An Unexpected “Compensation”

He had no idea what to do with the last three. He would have to return the lingerie later. Chelsea, his girlfriend, said she was still using the reservation for her and Donald. Though he still had the ability to call and cancel it. Which only left the salon.

A limited time, non-refundable deal. So he couldn’t wait until his next girlfriend and he had to use it soon. Several girls at his work had talked the place up. Saying it was high-end and the most relaxing they have ever felt. Their problems had all melted away.

Come to think of it, it sounded exactly like what he needed. He deserved a day of pampering.

“I am sorry, sir.” The receptionist stated as she looked over the computer screen. “There’s a note in our system. Saying this is a gift from your boyfriend. ‘It says, ‘Please enjoy a lovely day of pampering and being treated like the princess you are.’”

Trying to hold back a groan, Blake instead let out a sigh, “Let me explain, this was a Valentine’s Day gift, but we broke up. I walked in on Chelsea and Donald together in bed. I decided that was it and ended it there.”

The lady’s face softened up as Blake gave his explanation. Her smile beamed like a sincere apology as if sorry to bring it up, “I understand now. I walked in on my boyfriend cheating once too.” Then her face fell, “we specialize in a more feminine clientele. But if you want to be treated like a princess then we are happy to oblige.”

“Me? A princess?” Blake paused for a moment as he took in her words.

Once more with a smile, the receptionist spoke, “Here everyone is a princess.”

With a laugh more akin to a giggle, Blake responded, “Okay, then make me a princess.”

Transformation, Born from Pain

It started with stripping into a robe. The ladies wanted his bare skin to work with. They insisted he started with a waxing.

“Do I really need to be waxed?” Blake asked. His leg still throbbed from the first rip. They didn’t slow down to answer him and had already begun to rub more wax on.

“You don’t have much hair to begin with so it should be easy,” one of the girls said. Her name tag read ‘Cindy’. “It won’t hurt that much. Besides, you want to look your best, right? Really make Donald and Chelsea jealous.”

It was a petty reason to buckle down and let the ladies wax him all over, but it was a reason. The waxing didn’t last long either. It was over. They moved onto spreading a nice-smelling moisturizer over him.

The chair then reclined and they applied a paste to his face alongside two cucumbers to cover his eyes. “You let us take care of you, okay Princess?” Cindy’s voice said. His hands were lifted from their arms and there was a subtle brushing feeling on his nails.

He was about to ask them to describe what was going on when he felt his cheeks get grabbed. “Mind gives us a nice pucker?” one of the ladies asked. Blake obeyed willingly, pressing his lips together like he was blowing a kiss. “Beautiful,” was the response as she rubbed something onto his lips.

A nice strawberry flavor filled his mouth. He gave them a small pop and the stylists giggled. “Already like a princess.” He was thankful the face mask must’ve hidden his blush.

Temptation and Decision

“Now what size do you want to be? I’m thinking C-Cup, but if you want to make them jealous we could go D. Maybe even E.”

“E-Cups?” asked Blake.

“Really? If that’s what you want.”

“No, I just,” he struggled to find words. “I’m here for a nice relaxing makeover and spa day. I don’t think I want breasts.”

“I thought you wanted to make them jealous. Make them regret cheating on you,” Cindy stated. Blake could feel all the stylists come to a uniform halt in his transformation. “This is the start. You let us do our work and I promise you you’ll be the hottest girl in town.”

A small voice rattled in the back of Blake’s head, but he ignored it. He had loved the last few hours and hated being a lonely guy on Valentine’s Day. The thought of transforming into a girl hot enough to make Chelsea jealous excited him. “Okay. E-Cups.” This time, it was a determined statement.

Goodbye, Blake; Hello, Bombshell!

This elicited a squee of glee from the stylists as they redoubled their efforts. The girl gave him a thick silicone vest with massive breasts. It was a struggle to put on, but once it was on it looked real. It felt real. Every time they bounced or jiggled he could feel it through his body. The enormous rack also looked sexy on him.

His hair was next. Long blonde hair extensions were interwoven in his own real hair. They fell in cascades around his face. They were given a light curl at each of their ends. This gave him a child innocence to contrast with his new tits.

His nails and lips both bore the same fire vixen red colors. A splash of that red flashed on his cheeks with a rosy blush. Then a thick layer of mascara coated his eyelashes. He practiced fluttering them at the stylists who all pretended to swoon.

Finally most of the work of the salon was wrapping up. He transformed from a mild-manner looking guy to a blonde bombshell. Blake recalled the lingerie he had bought for Chelsea that was still sitting at home. It was now an exciting thought about how he would look in it.

This brought him to his next thought, “I need clothes.”

The girls let another excited cheer ripple through them, “Yes, girl!”

The large breasts could only do so much to project a feminine figure. A tight corset laced up around his waist to help give him an hourglass figure. It was an overbust corset so its built-in cups supported his breasts. Most gorgeous red high heel pumps made his legs look long and shapely.

Thrown over the top of his cute underwear was a glittery red dress. It ran to the floor but had a long slit that stretched up to mid thigh. He was in awe of himself in the mirror. He did believe that he looked better than Chelsea. She never looked this good.

The girls cheered on Blake, offering words of encouragement and wolf whistles. Blake twirled and posed in front of the mirror. Blake had to admit. It felt great! He loved every minute of it. “Part of me almost regrets that I have nothing to do but go home now.” Although the Valentine’s Day lingerie tucked beneath the bed did pull at his thoughts.

The Hunter Makes Her Move

“Who says you need to go home?” cried out Cindy as she tucked her arm into his. “You were going to make Donald and Chelsea jealous weren’t you? Do you have no idea where they could be?”

That is when he remembered all about those dinner reservations. Chelsea had said she was still going to use them.

Nerves flirted with Blake’s stomach as she sat in the luxurious lounge of the high scale restaurant. She had taken the time to arrive a few minutes before the reservation. Only took a quick stop to the restroom to ensure she was looking flawless. Other than that she waited for Chelsea to arrive.

Sure enough she did. Clomping into the restaurant with Donald on her arm. Blake could hardly believe she had dated such a woman now. Now that he knew how beautiful he could be. Chelsea didn’t look all too great. Blake took out her lipstick and applied a fresh layer to her lips. Making sure to catch Donald’s eye. The big man couldn’t stop staring at her even though he was with Chelsea.

Looks like this plan would be easy.

Curtain Up: The Show Begins

“I’m sorry, miss,” the waiter stammered to Chelsea. “But someone has already claimed that reservation.” “By who?” she howled.

That was Blake’s queue. Mastering walking in high heels had been a task, but she made a concentrated effort. She let her hips roll and swing as she walked confidently up to them, “by me.” With careful poise, she shifted her eyes over to Donald. Looking up at him through her batting eyelashes she added, “Although I hate to be all alone on Valentine’s Day.”

Donald’s tongue practically rolled out of his mouth. “I’d hate for a pretty young thing like yourself to be alone.”

Chelsea jabbed him in the gut, “What about me?”

“You can go back to that Blake loser,” Donald said with a laugh. He walked over and put an arm around Blake and smiled. “I got a new hot toy to play with.”

“Screw you,” screeched Chelsea as she turned to stomp out of the restaurant.

The Final Blow—A Perfect Coup de Grâce

Blake tilted her head to one side and let out a small sigh as she watched her revenge come together. Chelsea had blown up in the small restaurant and Blake did wonder if she’d try and come find the loser she once was. Still there was one small thing she needed to do.

“Sorry, but,” she grabbed onto Donald’s meaty arm, it was twice the size of her own. She lifted it up and off of her feminine shoulders. “But you misunderstood me. I didn’t want to be with you. I have my own date arriving soon.”

“What the heck?” Donald scoffed, “I broke up with that girl for you.”

“Well,” Blake offered up a soft yet somehow vindictive smile. “Maybe you should go see if that loser Chelsea will take you back.”

Blake turned with a slow, elegant sway of her hips, the satin of her gown catching every light. She stepped into the night—not retreating, but triumphant.

She, the True Star of the Show

The cool Valentine’s wind carried the sweet scent of victory. And in that perfect moment, Blake knew—

This was never Chelsea’s story. Never Donald’s.

It had always been hers.