I can’t believe that I was doing this. I had (stupidly) competed with my girlfriend, Carrie, over the Oscars. Initially starting as playful fun, we made a bet with each other that, whoever had the most correct Oscar winners, got to choose something for the loser to do as “punishment”. After careful decision-making, I had decided that, if I won, then Carrie would have to mow the lawn in her bikini, once a week, for the entire summer. Having heard my choice, Carrie made hers similar to mine. She said that if she won, my fingernails would be painted for the whole summer, and I would have to go out with her once a week to “show them off”. I work from home, and I don’t really leave the house often, so this didn’t feel unreasonable to me. We shook on it, and the bet was made. You can probably guess who won based on my first sentence.

So, summer came around, and the punishment started. We sat at the kitchen table as Carrie got prepared. Just for your information, I’m a pretty standard guy looks-wise. I am about 6 feet tall, weigh 180 pounds, and have a medium build. I had gotten a haircut just the other day, so my hair was short at the moment. I am wearing loose sweatpants and an old t-shirt; it was meant to be a lazy day around the house, but I guess it wasn’t now.

Carrie took out the red nail polish, which seemed to be in an odd-shaped bottle. She apparently bought it specially for me, which I guess is flattering? She untwisted the top from the nail polish bottle and got to work. She started with the pinky finger of my left hand. She carefully coated my nail with the polish. Once the nail was fully red, I felt a weird tingling sensation, but thought nothing of it. The polish surprisingly looked good on my thin finger. Carrie then began to paint my other nails. With each nail that she painted, I felt another tingling sensation in my body, which I ignored each time. In no time, all the nails on my left hand were painted.

Carrie decided to wait for the polish on that hand to dry before she painted the rest of my nails. I decided to use that time to examine myself. The polish made my small hand look nice, and was definitely better with my long nails. I used my free hand to get my medium-length hair out of my face, which wasn’t styled like it usually was. I readjusted myself in my chair, as my shorts were starting to ride up my legs. The strap on my shirt was hanging down, so I moved it back up onto my shoulder. My midriff was showing, and after looking at it, I frowned a little. I weigh about 155 pounds, which I felt was too much for me; I definitely needed to lose weight.

Carrie and I chatted a little bit, and I mentioned going out to eat later. She got very excited about that idea! We figured that we should go some place nice, so I had to figure out what I was going to wear. Not long after this idea came to fruition, it was determined that my nails were dry enough, so Carrie began to paint the rest of my nails. As my nails were painted, I continued to feel the tingling sensation, which really grew on me. It didn’t take long for me to have a full set of beautiful red nails on my fingers.

Since we were going out, Carrie went to go take a shower. While she did that, I had to get ready. I painted my toenails on my own, using the same color from earlier. I then went into the bedroom to change out of my short shorts and crop top. I got into a lacey red pair of panties and bra before sitting down to mess with my long hair. I curled my hair in a way to make myself look fancier, especially since the place we’re going to is top-class. Once finished there, and knowing my toenails were dry, I slid some pantyhose on my legs. I slipped into my favorite dress and put on my 3-inch heels, making me a steady 5’7”. I also added a little makeup, which I haven’t done in a while. Looking in the mirror, I was happy about my hourglass figure.

By the time I had finished up, Carrie was also ready to go. We grabbed our purses and left the house, going out on the town. We’re just two girls having the time of our lives. And I love my new nails!