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!Venus and Despoina: A Student's Corruption
!!!!@@color:red;Warning: This game contains adult themes and is not suitable for those under the age of 18.@@
Welcome to V&D: A Student's Corruption, an interactive fiction game about a naive young university student (that's you!) and his transformation into a completely different person thanks in no small part to two of his fellow female students.
!!!This version of the game is unfinished:
This is version 0.1.0 of the game (initial release). The game's story is currently unfinished and has been released primarily for collecting feedback. If you wish to learn more about giving feedback, please visit the [[feedback page.|Feedback]]
Having said that, the game is functional, with a reasonable level of polish, and you should be able to play through to the current content's end without running into any dead ends. When new content is added, it should be relatively easy to continue from where you left off. So have fun, but you have been warned!
!!!How to play:
Read the story and use the hyperlinks at the end of each page to progress. Occasionally you will be offered a choice of actions to change how the story will play out. For the most immersive experience it is recommended that you choose whichever option your yourself would choose if put in the main character's shoes, but feel free to experiment!
There are no correct or incorrect choices or ways to play, and you will never simply "miss" an important or entertaining section of the story without it being replaced by a different, hopefully equally as entertaining scene. You'll have to play multiple times if you want to see everything there is to offer. (Or make heavy use of the back button if that's your style!)
This game contains adult and transformation themes.
The primary transformation theme is of a slow mental and physical transformation of the main character from male to female.
The primary adult themes are of submition, humiliation, (soft and hardcore) femdom, feminization and sissyfication.
There are many secondary adult themes, some of which you may or may not witness based on the choices you make in the game.
!![[I am over 18 years old and wish to play.|Intro]]You are Matt, 18 years old, and on your way to your new home for the next year... Maybe.
You arrived on campus this morning, the date you were assigned to get moved into your University accommodation. With excitement and a healthy dose of anxiety you managed to find your way quite easily to the accommodation centre.
The accommodation policy didn't allow you to select a specific place to stay. Instead, you were given a survey to complete online outlining your priorities and necessities, and accommodation was to be assigned until the day you moved in. Of course, that's a little while before classes start so if you were really unhappy there was a chance to move around a bit. You just crossed your fingers and hoped you wouldn't be too far from campus, or have to share a room with someone else.
After a little wait at the accommodation centre reception, you were greeted by kind looking woman who gave you a warm smile.
@@.stra;"Hello, can I take your name?"@@ she said.
You gave her your name, and handed over a printed email from the accommodation centre with all the details on it. She tapped away at her keyboard for a few seconds, then furrowed her brow at the screen.
@@.stra;"Could I see some ID please, Matt?"@@ she said.
When you handed it over you could see she was giving it more than the cursory glance you had expected, and continued with the concerned expression.
@@.stra;"Right. I'm afraid there's been a bit of a mix up. The database has got you down as female, and so you've been assigned a room the university wouldn't normally give you."@@
You looked a bit dumbfounded, as you were pretty sure you didn't give them the wrong details. You remember some thoughts flashing through your head:
@@.hero;//Does that mean I have nowhere to stay? Or do I have to stay in some girl dorm? Wait... That could be fun... Maybe I'd have to share a ro-//@@
The receptionist broke through your fantasizing before it could get good.
@@.stra;"I guess it's nothing to worry about for now. It's not like you're sharing a room, and it's actually in one of the old houses so you'll only have one neighbour. Still, we should probably get this sorted before classes start so you might not want to fully unpack right away."@@
She handed over an envelope which contained your key and some instructions for finding the place, which the receptionist also read out loud to make sure you understood.
And with that you now find yourself, suitcase in hand, outside your new, possibly quite temporary, [[residence|Intro1]].As the receptionist had told you, the building is actually an old house on a street of old houses that had been converted into flats for students. And it was right next to campus, too, so it's a shame you probably won't be staying long.
You use your key to get inside and take a look around. On the ground floor there's a little kitchen and even a small living room with a couch and an old TV. At the top of the stairs there's a single bathroom next to a locked, numbered bedroom and, down the hall, another one which is yours. You feel yourself again disappointed that you won't be staying. Sharing a kitchen and bathroom, and even a living room, with only one other person would be sweet.
You drag your suitcase towards your room and wonder if your housemate has already moved in yet. You haven't seen any sign of her, but maybe she's just gone out? @@.hero;Oh man, if she doesn't realise a guy's here she might end up walking out of her room naked or something!@@ Your dirty mind doesn't consider the fact that most girls probably wouldn't be walking around stark naked in front of strangers, even if they were female.
You open the door to your room and step inside. It's pretty spacious, with an already made up bed, large desk, chair and a wardrobe. As you walk in, the door closes behind you and you put your suitcase down by the desk. Then you kick off your shoes and finally fall onto the soft bed. @@.hero;Phew. Made it.@@
You lie there for bit and stare at the ceiling, just relaxing after your journey. You wonder if you can convince the university to let you keep the room. It's got to be way better than some purpose-built student apartments where you're all crammed in closet-sized rooms like sardines to keep costs down. It's not like you'll mind having a chick for a housemate. Then again it might not be so easy to have said chick agree...
Almost on queue, you hear the front door downstairs opening and then closing again, and some footsteps making their way briskly up the stairs. You sit up and look over to your closed door as you wonder how to react. From the hallway there's the sound of a key opening a lock and another door opening and then closing again.
[[Go and introduce yourself|Intro2][$confidentIntro = true]]
[[Just wait and don't make any loud noises|Intro2]]<<if not $confidentIntro>>\
After about 5 minutes of sitting perfectly still, trying not to make a sound, you realise you're being stupid. You're going to meet this girl at some point in the next day or so while you're there. You might as well introduce yourself while you have the chance.
You get up and head out of your bedroom, double checking your key hasn't fallen out of your pocket so you can get back in, and walk over to the other bedroom door. You knock firmly, and wait. After a few seconds you hear movement and the door opens.
Standing in front of you is a beautiful girl. She's about average height, with sunkissed skin and long, silky, dark brown hair. Her facial features give her that perfect "girl-next-door" look. Not that you'd ever been lucky enough to actually live next door to a girl like this. She's wearing a casual outfit: white t-shirt, and some denim shorts that show off her legs.
She looks at you with only a small hint of surprise and waits for you to say something.
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>>@@.hero;"Uh.."@@ Is all you manage to say, suddenly finding yourself toungue tied.
@@.girl;"Are you my new housemate?"@@ She says, glancing down the hall toward your bedroom door.
For some reason, you follow her glance and stare at your own bedroom door, still trying to catch up.
@@.girl;"I didn't think they'd let a guy stay here."@@
The girl raises and eyebrow and looks you up and down.
@@.hero;"I- I mean I'm not supposed to be here."@@
The girl raises her other eyebrow and smirks as you struggle to explain yourself.
@@.hero;"N- No. There was a mix up. I'm only here until they can fix it."@@
@@.girl;"Ohhh. I see."@@
She seems to believe you despite your blundering at explaining a very simple concept, and you finally regain some composure.
@@.hero;"I hope it's not too much trouble."@@
@@.girl;"No, it's fine. I'll just have to remember not to run about the place naked."@@
She gives a little laugh. Your composure is in pieces again.
She extends a hand which you just about manage to shake.
@@.girl;"Nice to meet you. Sorry but I'm a bit busy right now so we'll have to talk more later."@@
She gives you a smile and a little wave, then [[shuts the door.|Intro4]]You half-stagger back to your room and, once inside, collapse on the bed again.
You cringe for a few moments as you replay your awkward interaction with this beautiful girl in your head. @@.hero;//Damn... What an idiot.//@@ You close your eyes and screw up your face, but those thoughts pass and soon all that's left in your mind is the image of Amy. @@.hero;//She's really cute...//@@
You can't help but fantasize a bit. Her hair, those denim shorts... Before you know it you're rock hard just from thinking about her, even fully clothed.
You've got some time alone, maybe you should...
[[Do it.|IntroFap][$fappedOverAmy = true]]
[[Get a grip!|IntroShower]]You unbuckle your jeans, pull your cock out and get to work.
You imagine her straddling your waist, and slowly pulling her shirt over her head. Her ample breasts, sitting the the cups of her bra are pushed towards your face as she reaches behind to unbuckle it. Then it's gone, and her perky tits sit rest freely on her chest, pink nipples standing to attention.
She reaches down to her shorts, and begins fiddling with the top button, teasing it ever so slowly before it pops out. The zip below gives a little on its own, revealing a hint of her most intimate garment.
She takes the zip and slowly tugs it further down and @@.hero;//Oh god!//@@
You open your eyes and sit up, realising you're just about to blow your load but have nowhere for it to go. Normally, at home, you'd have some tissues about but you haven't had the chance to buy any yet.
With no time to find a better choice, you stand up and explode right onto the floor of your new room. Jets of white hot cum fly freely through the air, and land in a sticky mess all over the carpet. It's been a while since you just let go like that, so it's nice in a way, but still you're not happy about messing up your carpet.
Just as the last drops dribble out of your cock, you hear a knock at your door.
@@.hero;"Just a second!"@@
You quickly stuff your tool away, even though it makes your boxers a bit sticky with semen, and do your pants back up. There isn't enough time to clean up the mess on the carpet though.
You creep open the door just enough so the view to your room is blocked by your body. On the other side is, of course, Amy.
@@.girl;"Hey, I have some free time now if you wanted to chat some more?"@@
As much as you'd love to have the real version in your room, there is no way you can let her come in with jizz all over the floor.
You struggle to think of an excuse. She seems to notice the odd way you're holding the door almost closed.
@@.girl;"Ooorr, we could hang out a bit later this evening. My friend's coming over for some drinks and we might go out after as well. You're welcome to join."@@
@@.hero;"Uh, yeah. That sounds good!"@@
She smiles, and after brief hesitation turns back to her room.
You close your door and breathe a sigh of relief. You also can't believe your luck. Even after acting like a complete weirdo twice in a row she still invited you to hang out!
@@.hero;//I really can't screw this up for a third time!//@@
You decide to use your dirty socks for now to wipe up most of the mess on the carpet. They needed washing anyway.
Finally you decide that you probably need a [[shower before tonight|IntroShower]].<<if not $fappedOverAmy>>\
You refuse to let lust order you to masturbate over someone you just met for a few seconds, and think of something to do to take your mind off it. You're a bit sweaty after this morning's activities so it might be worth taking a shower.
You decide against walking down the hall from your room in nothing but a towel to the shower, and instead take it with you and get undressed, and dried and redressed, in the bathroom itself. There's plenty of room.
You hop in after running the water to get it warm and just relax for a bit. <<if not $fappedOverAmy>>Your penis is still fully erect with you having neglected it, but after a little while it softens up again.<</if>>
After a minute or so, you go to grab your shampoo.
Although you unpacked your towel you somehow completely forgot your shampoo and body wash are still buried under some clothes in your suitcase.
You can probably get away without using anything this time and be fine but you notice there are a few bottles of girly products on the shelf, probably belonging to Amy. You doubt she'd notice if you only used a bit.
[[Use Amy's shampoo.|IntroShower1][$usedAmysShampoo = true]]
[[Don't bother.|IntroShower1]]<<if $usedAmysShampoo>>\
You decide to use Amy's things. After all, it's just shampoo and body wash, not some crazy magic ointment that's going to make your body hair fall out or grow boobs or something silly.
You take the products and use them to wash your hair and body. They do smell very fruity and girly but not enough to linger.
You rinse your hair and body with the warm water, then turn the shower off and hop out to get dried. <<if $usedAmysShampoo>>You do notice your hair feels a little softer than normal.<</if>> After getting dressed you go to head back to your room.
<<if not $fappedOverAmy>>\
As you open the bathroom door you see Amy step out of her bedroom and spot you.
@@.girl;"Oh, hey. I was just going to see if you wanted to talk some more as I've got some free time now."@@
She glances at your damp hair and towel and follows up before you can respond.
@@.girl;"Ooorr, we could hang out a bit later this evening. My friend's coming over for some drinks and we might go out after as well. You're welcome to join."@@
@@.hero;"Uh, yeah. That sounds good!"@@
She smiles in acknowledgement, and after a brief hesitation turns back to her room.
You hope there's no way she could tell you'd washed with her girly shower products.
You walk down the hall into your room and close your door. <<if not $fappedOverAmy>>You can't believe your luck. Even after acting like a complete weirdo she still invited you to hang out!
@@.hero;//I hope I don't screw this up.//@@<</if>>
While your hair dries off, you unpack a few more essentials for the next few days. You also set up your laptop on the desk and spend a while figuring out how to access the university's residential internet. Finally, you pick out some clothes to wear and get ready for [[tonight.|FirstNight]]As you're getting ready you find yourself starting to get a few butterflies in your stomach. You were never exactly a social butterfly back home, so all this drinking and partying stuff is a little outside your comfort zone. And you certainly were never invited to hang out with any really good looking girls.
@@.hero;//This is what uni is all about, right? Fresh start, re-inventing yourself into someone completely new.//@@
You psyche yourself up in the mirror on the wall of your room, making sure you look alirght. You're still a bit disappointed by your appearance. Despite being a legal adult you doubt anyone would describe your looks as "manly." You're still a bit short and small, and your face lacks definition. When you attempted to grow out some facial hair a few times you quickly gave it up.
@@.hero;//I definitely can't get away with going out without ID.//@@
But you think to yourself, genetic downsides aside, you don't look half bad.
You realise Amy never gave you any specific time. You poke your head out of your bedroom door intending to go and ask, but as you do you hear the TV is on downstairs. You head down to the living room, and as Amy sees you she turns the TV off with the remote.
@@.girl;"Hiya! Good timing, my friend should be here any minute now."@@
The door bell rings, and with a contented "told-you-so" smile she hops to her feet and strolls past you to the front door.
You notice Amy is wearing a white skater skirt with a smart black crop top that shows more shoulders and back than cleavage. She's also clearly spend time on her hair and makeup which is sexy but doesn't cross the line to slutty. As she passed by you, you caught a whiff of her perfume.
As she opens the front door, you suddenly realise you don't know if she's invited a guy or a girl.
@@.hero;//Oh no, what if it's actually her boyfriend or something?//@@
Luckily, before you have a chance to panic, you hear an excited girly scream.
@@.rach;"It's so good to see you!"@@
The girl steps inside and gives Amy an excited hug, which Amy returns. You can see she's wearing a classic little black dress which shows off a lot of leg, and is a little taller than Amy, though you're not sure if thats just because of her heels. She has straight blonde hair and makeup that definitely gives off that smokey eyes, "down-to-fuck" vibe. Given she's also sexy as hell you guess she usually doesn't have much trouble finding like-minded men.
After she's finished throwing herself over Amy, she spots you standing a bit awkwardly over by the [[living room door|FirstNight1]].@@.rach;"Oh my god, Amy! You've already brought home a boy!"@@
You can't help but blush slightly at the implication.
@@.girl;"Rachel! It's not like that!"@@
Amy also seems a bit embarrassed at the misunderstanding.
@@.girl;"The university mixed up his accomodation so he ended up in a room here. I just asked him if he wanted to hang out tonight since he's here anyway."@@
@@.rach;"Ohh! Ok, that's cool."@@
She walks over and gives you hug.
@@.rach;"I'm Rachel, nice to meet you!"@@
You feel her boobs press up against you, but thankfully you don't completely bottle it like you did earlier with Amy and respond normally.
@@.rach;"Alright, let's get wasted!"@@
She grabs a plastic carrier bag from the floor just outside the front door that she must have put down before hugging Amy. You can hear the clang of glass bottles from inside and pulls out some cheap white wine.
The three of you sit down around a table in the kitchen and you finally manage to have a regular conversation.
You discover that Amy and Rachel are actually both a year older than you and are already in the second year of university. Amy was going to rent a house with some other people, but they dropped out at the last minute so she got university accomodation again and also just moved in today. Rachel studies medicine and Amy studies psychology. Occasionally you find the conversation difficult to follow as they mention names and events you're not familiar with but in general they're nice enough to include you whenever they can.
Before long, you're also well into the second bottle of wine and feeling very relaxed, but are running out of easy icebreakers.
@@.rach;"So... It's gonna be awkward just you two living together, isn't it?"@@
Rachel steers the conversation toward your living situation.
@@.rach;"I mean, when you eventually fuck you're not going to be able to avoid each other afterwards if it gets weird."@@
You blush at Rachel's straight-forwardness.
@@.girl;"Rachel! Stop it!"@@
@@.rach;"What? You've got a reputation for preying on virgins."@@
Rachel speaks in a completely manner of fact tone, and you can feel your cheeks burning red hot.
@@.girl;"It was two guys! And one of them was my first too, so it doesn't count!"@@
You feel a twinge of pain as you realise the assumption that you're a virgin isn't going to be contested. Not that's it's not true, but still...
@@.girl;"Besides, you don't even know if Matt's interested in girls, he could be gay."@@
At this point you're so caught off guard that these two girls are openly discussing your sexuality between themselves right in front of you that you miss your chance to respond.
@@.rach;"Let's find out, then."@@
Rachel gives you a sultry look with a cheeky smirk and as you open your mouth to respond you suddenly feel a foot press right between your legs. Your open mouth just hangs in silence. Rachel's foot probes and pushes against your jeans to feel your rock hard cock underneath. You hadn't even realised you were erect. The foot finally retreats.
Rachel says with a grin. Your mouth is still hanging open, cock throbbing slightly down below, stunned into silence.
@@.girl;"Oh my god! Rachel!"@@
Amy tries to chastise her friend's behaviour but has to stifle a giggle. She glances at you shyly, then looks back at Rachel.
@@.girl;"Matt's only staying here for a few days anyway while they find another room."@@
@@.rach;"Awww. That's a shame!"@@
There's a lull in Rachel's relentless teasing as she struggles to take a sip of wine through her giggling. You decide to take the opportunity to remind the girls that you are, in fact, still in the room. But you don't really know what to say so you just audibly clear your throat and [[shift in your seat.|FirstNight2]]@@.rach;"Sorry sweetie, I couldn't resist. Here, have some more to drink."@@
She tops up your glass even though it was barely half empty. You also feel a foot getting adventurous again, but only stroking against your shin this time.
@@.rach;"Speaking of which, don't think I haven't noticed you've both been freeloading off me and my wine all night! I know Amy is good to pay me back but if you're disappearing in a few days, Matt..."@@
She trails off while giving you an expectant look. You're pretty sure this is just Rachel creating another opportunity to tease you, but you can't deny you've drunk more than your fair share of the wine.
@@.hero;"Well, what do I owe you?"@@
Your heart thumps in your chest as your perverted imagination goes wild over what kind of "repayment" Rachel could have in mind.
@@.rach;"Oh, don't get any weird ideas. It has to actually //cost// you something, you know."@@
She completely read your mind. She looks pensive for a moment, her foot continuing to slowly stroke your shin. Then a terrifyingly mischevious smile spreads across her face and she leans over to Amy, whispering in her ear. Amy's eyes widen and look right at you. She forms a similarly cheeky smile and her cheeks tinge a hint of pink.
Rachel sits straight back in her seat again.
@@.girl;"It would be funny..."@@
Rachel's grin widens.
@@.rach;"So, I'll give you both the opportunity to pay me back for the wine, //and// I'll buy you each a drink later on tonight..."@@
@@.hero;//Buuut...?//@@ you think, knowing you're not going to like the catch.
@@.rach;"Buuut, you both have to come out to the student bar with me. And you need to swap underwear with each other before we go."@@
Your alcohol addled mind takes a second to process the request. You're not sure if it's more suprising that Rachel would suggest something so ridiculous, or that Amy would apparently //agree.//
Wearing a girl's underwear, //Amy's// underwear, and in public too. Judging by the almost painful throbbing in your pants you at least seem a bit turned on by the idea.
[[Agree|FirstNightPChange][$firstNightAccept = true]]
Although you're not over the moon about wearing girl's underwear, you figure going along with Rachel's silly idea might have some perks by the end of the night. Besides, it's not like anyone else will know what you're wearing.
Rachel's eyes light up with glee.
@@.rach;"That didn't take much convincing! Maybe you have a thing for wearing women's underwear... Oh my god! You're not wearing any right now are you?!"@@
@@.hero;//I already regret agreeing to this...//@@
@@.girl;"Rachel, stop teasing him!"@@
Amy comes to your defence, which only really makes you feel more emasculated.
@@.rach;"Ok, go in the living room and shut the door. We'll only be a sec."@@
You comply. After a few moments the door opens and Rachel holds out a pair of little black panties with a lace trim.
@@.rach;"Put them on. I'll be timing you so if it takes too long we'll know you're doing something weird."@@
@@.hero;"Yeh, like putting on girl's underwear."@@
Rachel smirks at your unexpected retort then hands you the panties and closes the door.
You hold out Amy's panties, your heart thumping as you think about where they've been for the past couple of hours. You can't resist taking a little sniff, breathing in the scent of her-
@@.rach;"Thirty seconds, hurry up you pervert!"@@
Rachel yells through the door and you can hear both girls giggling. You decide not to push your luck and strip off your jeans and boxers. Your hard dick wobbles out in front of you as place you step into the panties.
You pull them up to your crotch and are suprised to find they fit quite nicely over your hips and butt, the soft fabric tickling against your skin. They're oddly tight between your legs though, and although you can tuck your balls in, you think there's no chance for your penis in it's current state. You decide it's best to push it through one of the leg holes, which isn't particularly comfortable but better than having it stick straight out or up over the top of the panties. It also means the head of your dick ends up rubbing against the inside of your jeans.
You're just done pulling your jeans back on when the door opens without any warning.
@@.rach;"Time's up, you better be ready!"@@
Rachel walks in and examines you. She spots your boxers on the floor and picks them up, spinning them clumsily on her finger by the waistband.
@@.rach;"I need some proof you've actually got them on."@@
You sigh and pull down the waist of your jeans at the side to expose the black lace.
@@.rach;"Good boy. One moment."@@
She leaves with your boxers and 30 seconds later she [[lets you out again.|FirstNightOut]]You refuse, you're just not comfortable with doing something like that.
@@.rach;"Aw, come on Matt! Don't be spoil sport!"@@
Rachel lifts her foot to rest between your legs on your seat again.
@@.rach;"I thought you were a fun guy! Besides, Amy is taking a way bigger risk than you. No one will even know what's under your jeans, but one gust of wind and Amy's secret will be exposed to the world!"@@
She giggles and worms her foot around in your crotch, making you squirm. You look over to Amy, hoping she'll back you up, but she just bites her lip and gives a little shrug.
@@.rach;"If I'm gonna be honest, I half-expected you to jump at the chance to get at Amy's //sexy// underwear."@@
Amy gives Rachel a playful slap on the arm. Rachel pushes her foot harder against your crotch and you almost feel like you could explode in your jeans on the spot.
@@.rach;"I know! Amy, why don't you take off your panties first and then Matt can decide."@@
The imagery is too much for your cock to bear with Rachel's foot teasing it. You quickly stand up, inadvertently knocking your chair over backwards but saving your crotch from an otherwise inevitable embarrassment.
The girls look briefly surprised by your sudden animated outburst, but then dissolve into a fit of drunken giggles as you pick up your chair and readjust yourself.
@@.rach;"Jesus, Matt! If you were that eager you shouldn't have refused in the first place!"@@
You feel like you were unfairly coerced into this situation, but you can't deny part of you really wants to find out where going along with Amy and Rachel leads, so you [[reluctantly agree.|FirstNightPChange]]You walk out and back into the kitchen, acutely aware of the unusual state in your pants. You can't avoid blushing and avoiding eye contact as you see Amy standing a bit awkwardly by the table.
@@.hero;//I can't decide if this is kinda hot or just weird.//@@
Rachel gives you a playful slap on your backside.
@@.rach;"Drink up, time to get a move on or we won't have long enough to enjoy ourselves."@@
You down the rest of your glass of wine. At this point it's probably best not to be sober, anyway.
Rachel puts her hands on your shoulders from behind and steers your toward the front door. As you open it, you feel her press her body up against you and whisper something into your ear.
@@.rach;"Try not to make a mess in them."@@
Your cock twitches in arousal at her words, as if to spite you, and you begin walking to the bar.
At first, you can feel the sensation of your underwear with every step. The odd tightness, the fabric hugging your skin, the lace trim tickling your legs. Eventually, though, you start getting used to it. Amy and Rachel chat about some of the things they got up to over the summer, and by the time you get to the bar you've almost forgotten you're wearing girls underwear. You even lose your erection, your cock shrinking handily into the crotch of the panties.
You get into the bar, and Rachel sticks to her word and goes to buy everyone some drinks. You sit down in one of the booths with Amy to wait.
@@.girl;"So? Do you like them?"@@
Amy smiles and nods towards crotch. As she reminds you of what you're wearing, you feel your penis start to slowly grow again, tickling against the fabric.
@@.hero;"They're not //unbearable.//"@@
You answer honestly, and decide to turn the tables.
@@.hero;"How about yours?"@@
@@.girl;"How can you be sure I'm even wearing them?"@@
The realisation that Rachel and Amy could have easily tricked you hits you like a ton of bricks, and you're just about have a complete nervous breakdown when Amy lifts her skirt and flashes you your own boxers.
@@.girl;"They're very comfy. If you don't mind, I might keep them to sleep in or something."@@
Your growing cock starts to strain against the fabric of Amy's panties, trapped inside.
@@.hero;"Oh... yeh, go ahead. I've got plenty more just like them."@@
Her smile transforms into a cheeky smirk.
@@.girl;"You can keep mine too if you like."@@
You give her a withering look and she laughs.
@@.girl;"You are sweet, you know. Most guys wouldn't put up with this much teasing, especially from Rachel."@@
You make a mental note to ask "most guys" how that works. You don't feel like you had that much choice about ending up here.
@@.hero;"Well, I only came out because you asked me to. I wasn't exactly expecting to end up wearing... your panties..."@@
@@.girl;"You're having fun though, aren't you? Would you really have avoided going out with us tonight if you knew what would happen beforehand?"@@
You almost instictively reply,
@@.hero;//Of course I would have avoided it!//@@
But stop to think if that's actually true... /*Sure, you ended up getting relentlessly teased and wearing some women's underwear, but the girls playfully teasing you are some of the most gorgeous you've ever seen. One of them practically gave you a footjob, and the other one seems genuinely lovely and has practically gifted you her panties.
What would you be doing right now if you'd turned down Amy's offer? Jacking off in your room? Playing a video game?
All things considered, would you really undo and avoid what happened tonight if you could?*/
[["Of course I would have avoided it!"|FirstNightOut1][$regretFirstNight = true]]
[["No, I guess I am having more fun than usual."|FirstNightOut1]]<<if $regretFirstNight>>\
Amy looks genuinely disappointed by your reply.
@@.rach;"Bullshit. Don't listen to him Amy, he loves it. He's just embarrassed about all the attention."@@
Amy smiles hearing your answer.
@@.rach;"Sorry to interrupt you lovebirds, but the drinks are here."@@
Rachel had returned with the drinks just in time to overhear your answer. She sets them down on the table and then sits down next to you.
All three drinks are a bright red cocktail of some sort. Rachel pushes one towards you and waits. You're sure this is supposed to be some game to tease you about "girly" drinks or something so you just ignore the bait and take your free drink. It's predictably very sweet and fruity. Rachel just grins and takes a sip of her own.
@@.rach;"I know you're new at this Matt, but you've really gotta stop letting silly inhibitions get in your way all the time."@@
@@.rach;"Amy's come all the way out here in your yucky, sweaty underpants for //you// and you can't even admit to having a good time?"@@
@@.hero;"Actually, I'm pretty sure the underwear thing was your idea, Rachel."@@
@@.rach;"Sounds like someone likes their new panties."@@
@@.rach;"Do you want to try mine on instead?"@@
Your cock throbs again and you don't answer.
Rachel starts grinning again and for a bit all three of you just sip at the straws of your cocktails, struggling to find a new conversation topic. Eventually Rachel leans over and whispers something to Amy that you can't hear. The pair begin whispering back and forth with the occasional glance your way. You begin to feel uncomfortable, trying to figure out if they're just making fun of you.
@@.hero;"Uh, what are you two talking about?"@@
They both stop and try to stifle a giggle.
@@.girl;"Come on, we should dance!"@@
@@.rach;"Good idea! Let's go, Matt."@@
Rachel grabs your wrist and starts pulling you out of your seat.
@@.hero;"Uh, actually... I don't really dance..."@@
You've never felt comfortable with the idea of dancing. You always feel awkward and unsure of what to do.
@@.rach;"Oh Matt, don't be like that! Come on!"@@
[[Try to dance with the girls.|FirstNightDance][$firstNightDance = true]]
[[Keep your dignity.|FirstNightToilet]]Your heart thumping, you decide to go with the flow and dance with the girls. Rachel, still holding you by your wrist, pulls you along as you follow Amy to the dance floor.
You're completely out of your depth, and have no idea what to do. As the girls begin dancing to the music, the most you manage to do is awkwardly tap your foot and nod your head to the rhythm. You feel ridiculous just standing there and are about to give up when Amy takes both your hands, one in each of hers.
@@.girl;"Here, Matt! Like this!"@@
You feel them, small, soft and warm, but gripping firmly. She pulls one arm, then the other, making you begin to sway side to side in time to the music. Eventually, you loosen up your shoulders and body a bit more, and stop making Amy do all the work.
She lets go of your hands so you can dance on your own. You're moving your whole body now, and every time you you move your hips you can feel the fabric of Amy's panties rubbing lightly on your skin and over the head over your penis, which is still straining against them. It's a bit distracting, but it feels nice.
Amy and Rachel are really getting into it, swaying their hips, tossing their hair and basically looking sexy as hell. Rachel dances over closely to you and, without warning, gives you a suprisingly strong shove towards Amy.
You manage to stop yourself from completely bowling her over, but end up right next to her. To your surprise, she seems completely unfazed and gets even closer, dancing with her back pressed up against your body. She finds your hand and guides it to her waist and begins lightly grinding her pert butt against your crotch. Your beating heart, racing mind, and hard cock go completely wild.
After a few seconds she moves away again and spins around, grinning.
You're still struggling to calm yourself down and process what just happened when Rachel grabs your wrist again and pulls you to follow Amy who was already walking away from the dance floor.
You walk into a quieter section of the bar, Rachel still leading you by your wrist like some lost puppy.
@@.girl;"Sorry, Matt, my feet are killing me. I think it's about time we called it a night."@@
@@.rach;"Aw, unlucky, Matt."@@
Rachel gives you a play pat on the head and the three of you [[head outside.|FirstNightHome]]You resist Rachel's pull and stay sitting.
@@.girl;"Come on, Matt. It's fun! Don't be shy."@@
You remain seated despite Rachel's further attempts to drag you up.
You don't want to give anyone the opportunity to make this night [[more of an embarrassment.|FirstNightToilet1]]
@@.rach;"I thought you said you were having fun?! Why don't you just trust us?"@@
Amy puts her hands together and gives you an exaggerated look of pleading.
[["Fine..."|FirstNightDance][$firstNightDance = true]]
[["Not this time, sorry."|FirstNightToilet1]]
<</if>>\@@.rach;"Ugh! Come on, Amy. Maybe he's a lost cause."@@
Rachel throws your arm down in frustration and storms off toward the dance floor. Amy gives you a sad little pout and then follows, leaving you on your own.
You sit by yourself and let out a sigh. You're not sure why you thought this was a better idea than just going with the girls. Sure, you don't really know what you're doing when it comes to dancing and it might be a bit awkward at first, but at this point is that really something to worry about?
Amy doesn't seem to mind that sort of stuff, and Rachel just seems to like it when she can tease you.
@@.hero;//I'm supposed to be reinventing myself, not being the same boring guy...//@@
You look over at the empty cocktail glasses.
@@.hero;//Maybe I should get another drink...//@@
But as you think about what you'd like to drink, you suddenly realise your bladder is ready to burst. You've been all night without relieving yourself, so you get up to look for the toilets.
As you stand, the moving fabric and lace in your pants reminds you of what you're wearing.
@@.hero;//Uh oh... someone might spot them if I have to undo my jeans.//@@
You wonder if you can get away with holding it in, but the more you think about it, the more you have to go, and with nothing to distract you, you head to the toilets.
As you walk in the male toilets you hope that it might be empty. It's not. The bar is busy and there are about 6 or 7 men in the toilets. Bizarrely, a few of them look like they're just hanging around and even have drinks in their hands.
You look for a cubicle, but there's only one that doesn't have an out of order sign on it, and it's where the group of men, who you think are probably selling drugs or something, have decided to set up shop.
Something tells you that you're probably best not drawing attention to yourself by trying the cubicle, so you walk to the middle of the largest free spot on the urinal, which is one long trough rather than separate units.
You start to unbuckle your jeans and almost immediately a tall, muscular guy appears right next to you. He's swaying slightly and clearly drunk. You can't help but glance up at him and to your dismay you manage to [[meet his eyes.|FirstNightToilet2]]He gives you a little chin nod and then pats you on the back. The unexpected force nearly pushes you right into the stream of flowing piss.
@@.dguy;"Mind'f I shqueeze in 'ere, bud?"@@
He slurs his words. You try to ignore him, playing with zipper on your jeans, trying to figure out how you can take a piss without flashing what you're wearing.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see the drunk man whip out the largest penis you've ever seen (except maybe in some extreme fetish porn) and spray all over the back of the urinal. He apparently notices your hesitation in pulling your own penis out.
@@.dguy;"Doen' mind me, bud. Half th' ladiesh say it's //too// big."@@
Apparently he thinks your hesitation is out of concern for the size of your own manhood. You hope he'll finish up and leave quickly but his stream of urine seems unending.
It would be weird to stall any longer so you do your best to pull your cock out from your jeans without exposing your panties. Apparently, you failed.
@@.dguy;"Woah! Nice fuckin' panties!"@@
He yells almost at the top of his voice so the whole room could hear. It looks like he almost suprised //himself// by the volume of his voice, and then leans over and "whispers," but no where near quietly.
@@.dguy;"Don' worry, your shecret's shafe with me."@@
He finishes up, and leaves. You feel you could almost die from embarrassment. You finish your own piss, feeling the eyes of every other person in the room on your back, then rebuckle your jeans and leave. You keep your burning red face pointed to the floor, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.
Once outside, you make your way back to where you were sitting.
@@.rach;"There you are! We were wondering where you'd got to."@@
Rachel still seems cross with you. You explain you had to use the toilet.
@@.rach;"Oh, so instead of hanging out with us you were off sucking cocks, is that it?"@@
@@.girl;"Rachel, don't be so mean. Matt can do what he wants."@@
@@.hero;//She can't think that's actually a possibility, right?//@@
@@.rach;"Well, we're leaving, so walk with us //if you want.//"@@
The three of you [[exit the bar into the night air.|FirstNightHome]]Amy walks up next to you.
@@.girl;"Sorry, can I lean on you and take some of the weight off my feet as we walk?"@@
Amy wraps her arms round one of yours and leans on you lightly as you walk. You're not sure how much this is actually helping her feet, but she's got her boobs pressed up against your arm so you aren't going to complain. In fact, nobody really says anything at all on the walk home. Well, except for your penis reminding you how nice it is to be walking a girl home like this.
When you get to your house, Rachel gives a "see you soon" and a wave then heads off. You consider offering to walk her home, but she's gone before you can say anything.
@@.hero;//She can probably take care of herself...//@@
Finally you fumble drunkenly a bit with your key, unlock the door and you both stagger in. Amy lets go of your arm and sits down on the bottom of the stairs as you shut the door.
She kicks off her heels and leans back on the stairs. You can easily see the bottom of your own boxers under her skirt like this.
@@.girl;"Sorry about Rachel. She can be a bit of a handful."@@
<<if not $firstNightDance>>\
@@.girl;"You should have at least danced with us, though."@@
She pouts sulkily and you feel a bit guilty.
@@.girl;"Thanks for having a good time with us, though."@@
She gives you a cute smile and you blush slightly.
@@.girl;"So. I think I should at least get to see them once."@@
@@.girl;"I showed you mine, so you show me yours."@@
She pulls up her skirt further so you can see the entirety of your own underwear on her. It's not exactly very revealing, just like a pair of loose shorts, but you still feel your heart rate skyrocket.
@@.girl;"Rachel told me she made sure, but //I// didn't get to see."@@
You gulp and pull down the side of your jeans like you did earlier with Rachel to reveal a bit of lace.
@@.girl;"Not like that! I want to see //all// of them."@@
Your mind flushes with conflicting desires. There's a hot girl flashing you "her" underwear and asking you to take your pants off. You'd never have imagined even hesitating before, why now? Because you're wearing girly panties? But she already knows and is asking to see anyway! So...
//[[Stop being a pussy and show her your panties!|FirstNightHome1]]//You undo your jeans and push them down your legs. You reveal your little black panties in their entirety, barely covering up your crotch. There is, of course, an unseemly bulge in the front, stretching the panties in a way they definitely weren't designed to, but they do just about contain everything.
Amy is wide eyed and fails to stifle a giggle with a look of amusement on her face.
Amy gets her laughter under control.
@@.girl;"Sorry! I wasn't laughing at you like... You have to admit it's funny, though."@@
@@.girl;"Are you hard?"@@
You blush. Amy doesn't take her eyes off your crotch.
@@.hero;"Well, there isn't exactly room to get fully... Y'know..."@@
Amy pushes off the stairs and falls onto her knees in front of you. She has her face right up close to your crotch. Your cock twitches visibly in excitement and Amy looks up at you.
@@.girl;"You... want me to...?"@@
@@.hero;//Yes! Oh god, yes, please!//@@
You nod slowly. Your dick is almost in pain from anticipation now.
Amy puts her hand between your legs and cups your balls inside the panties, lightly squeezing them.
Then, she uses a finger to ever so slowly draw upwards, from the back of your ballsack to the base of your penis. The action sends shivers down your spine.
Her finger continues, tracing along the shaft of your throbbing cock to its tip. As she pushes the fabric up against the tip, your precum creates a tiny visible wet spot.
Amy's teasing touch is too much and you quickly realise you are going to cum //way// too fast if you don't do something.
@@.hero;"A-Amy..."@@ Is all you manage to whimper.
She gently pulls at the crotch of your panties so your dick points out through one of the leg holes, off to the side. It's rock hard, pulsating lightly, with a few visibly raised blood vessels running the length of the shaft.
Amy delicately holds your shaft between her thumb and middle finger from underneath, squeezing lightly. You're in agony. She's barely touched it and you're ready to explode.
She looks up at your face which is making a pained expression, desperately trying to hold on. She grins.
With her index finger, Amy simply pushes on the underside of your penis, right below the head, on an extra sensitive spot. To your shame, that one little touch is enough to send you over the edge.
Amy keeps hold, with just finger and thumb, as you shoot jets of sticky white jizz across the hall. Your cock pulsates violently with your orgasm and you feel Amy holding tighter to keep it from moving too much.
Eventually you're all but spent and Amy uses her index finger again to lightly rub the same sensitive spot for a moment as your penis begins to deflate.
@@.hero;"S-sorry. I couldn't..."@@
You find yourself out of breath. Amy just stands up, letting go of your penis. She gives you a smile and kiss on the cheek, and without saying a word runs up the stairs to her room.
You stay still for a few moments longer, trying to understand what exactly just happened. Eventually you give up, quickly clean up your mess, and head up to your own room. Exhausted, you [[collapse on your bed.|SecondMorning]]<<set $dayCount = 1>>\
The next morning you wake up in your bed still wearing your clothes from last night. You're feeling a little hungover and dehydrated.
You get out of bed and undress. As you take off Amy's panties your mind mulls over what happened last night, at the bar, and then when you got back.
@@.hero;//Oh man... Does that even count as a handjob?//@@
You decide it's not worth dwelling on. What's done is done. You remember to pull your wallet and phone out of your discarded jeans and notice a notification about an email.
Please come by the University Accommodation Centre ASAP to discuss your accommodation.
This issue affects your continued residence and cannot be ignored.''//
@@.hero;//Maybe they've found me a new room already...//@@
You decide to have a shower and get dressed, remembering your own shampoo this time. You check your laptop in case there are any other emails, and then go downstairs. You haven't thought to buy any food yet so you'll get breakfast somewhere on the way.
As you head down the stairs you can see Amy in the kitchen eating some breakfast. She's still wearing your boxers, and an oversized T-shirt.
@@.girl;"Good morning, Matt!"@@
@@.girl;"How are you feeling?"@@
She's just smiling and chatting with you like nothing happened. You guess it's better than her acting all weird, but... It was a little bit weird wasn't it?
@@.hero;"I'm alright. Just heading to the accommodation centre. I think they might have found me a new room already."@@
@@.girl;"Oh. Ok, see you later then."@@
She looks a little disappointed, which makes you happy in a weird way, knowing you might be missed even after only one day. Plus it's not like it won't be easy to see each other again if you wanted to.
You give Amy a litte wave and head out the door.
When you arrive at the accommodation centre there's a small line of new arrivals in the same position you were yesterday. Luckily, there's another desk open for everyone else. As you walk up to the reception you recognise the same woman who was doing the new arrivals yesterday, and she also seems to recognise you.
@@.stra;"Ah! Matt, isn't it? Thanks for coming so quickly. Please follow me."@@
She stands before you can answer and you follow her through a few doors and corridors to [[an empty office.|SecondMorning1]] As you enter the office, the woman shuts the door behind you and gestures for you to take a seat, before taking one herself.
@@.stra;"Right, Matt. First of all, my name is Sarah, and I want to apologise for the mix up around your accommodation arrangement. I hope you haven't been inconvenienced too much."@@
You shake your head.
@@.hero;"No, it's fine."@@
She smiles briefly but then looks business-like.
@@.stra;"Yesterday I believe I gave you the impression that this little clerical error wasn't going to be too much of an issue. We'd switch you to another room, it might not be ideal, but problem solved."@@
@@.hero;"Yeah, I assumed from the email that you'd found me a new room already."@@
Sarah gives you a worrying look.
@@.stra;"First of all, let me say when I told you that yesterday I fully believed it would be as simple as that. In fact for the past 24 hours I've been running all over trying to get this sorted for you because I know it likely isn't your fault."@@
You don't like the sound of this.
@@.stra;"Unfortunately, I can't just give you another room. I'll spare you the full explanation because it's a tangle of policies upon policies upon laws upon policies. The short story is that, as insane as this sounds, the University will not give you accommodation unless you retract your current contract and reapply from scratch."@@
She stops to take a breath. You're not sure you understand what all this is leading to...
@@.stra;"And at this point you're already well past the application deadline and there's a shortage of availability."
"Not to mention the fact you would have to reapply for any loans based on this specific arrangement and everything else."
"Basically, you wouldn't have accommodation until next year."@@
[[You take a while to process the information.|SecondMorning2]]@@.hero;"Can't I just stay where I am now?"@@
@@.stra;"Unfortunately, no. Even if those living with you don't mind, the University does. Especially the parts that oversee our quotas for stuff like gender equality and all that."
"As much as common sense tells us the fairest solution, it's bureaucracies all the way down I'm afraid. Trust me when I say I've grown a few grey hairs over chasing this issue."@@
@@.hero;"... So, I have no where to stay? I'll have to find accommodation outside of the university?"@@
Sarah gives a such a pitying look, you half expect her to cry for you.
You slump in your chair, wondering where to start. There's got to be a few spare rooms about to rent. But you'll still have the problem of paying for them for a while and you don't have much time to sort it out...
Sarah leans forward and you catch a whiff of her perfume. You can also see right down her blouse.
@@.stra;"Look. I feel so guilty about all this that I did look around a bit and came up with another option."@@
You listen hopefully, but wonder why she waited so long to tell you.
@@.stra;"It's just... It sounds a bit crazy. But then again, the problem itself is crazy so maybe it's destiny. Please hear me out fully before you stop me."
"You transition from male to female. On paper."@@
@@.hero;//What?!//@@ you scream internally, but don't interrupt.
@@.stra;"Only on paper! These days, especially at university, people are open to the idea of not identifying as the gender you were born as."
"You don't even need to be diagnosed with gender dysphoria or anything like that. Just tell the University you wish to be considered a female, and you keep the room you've got now, no problems. Next year, you can just go back to being male on file."@@
@@.hero;"It can't be that simple... What's the point in even considering gender in the first place if it's that easy to get around it?"@@
@@.stra;"Yes, well, there are some other requirements, but I've spoken to the people involved and they've agreed to somewhat fudge the details in your case. Normally it would be //mostly// my job to look for people abusing the system, but I know you're only doing it because the system's broken."@@
You're still not sure about this. But you would like to keep the room you've got right now...
@@.stra;"Look, you don't have to commit to anything yet. I've arranged for you to meet with Doctor Dickson this afternoon. He's in charge of the... //unique// gender cases and he's aware of your situation. He'll let you know exactly what's required to not get kicked out of the club. As far as I'm concerned, as long as your file says female, you're golden."@@
She gives you a smile, and then writes down the details for meeting Dr Dickson. She then opens the door so you can leave.
@@.stra;"Good luck... Madam."@@
She winks and chuckles at her own joke as you [[leave|SecondAft]].You wander around campus a bit, thinking about your meeting with Sarah.
@@.hero;//If it really is just as easy as ticking a different box on a form...//@@
You do a quick search on your phone for places to rent nearby as well, but most of the results are already about accomodation available for students //next// year.
You get some lunch and then go to meet with this Dr. Dickson. It can't hurt to hear him out.
You get a bit lost in the maze of faculty office corridors but eventually find Dr. Dickson's office. You knock on the door and through the window he waves you in.
@@.dick;"Ah, are you Matt? Come on in."@@
He shakes your hand and you take a seat. He's a middle-aged man, probably around 50 years old. Despite his larger size he gives off a very friendly vibe and speaks softly.
@@.dick;"Sarah told me about your situation on the phone. I'm Dr. Dickson. The university puts me in charge of... basically ensuring our gender self-identification policy isn't abused."@@
You remain silent. You're pretty sure he just said his job is to stop you from doing //exactly// what you want to do.
@@.dick;"So I've got to say Sarah's request doesn't sit too well with me."@@
@@.hero;//I thought she said he'd agreed to help!//@@
@@.dick;"But, I told her I'd see what I can do. I am sympathetic to your circumstances."
"What I'd normally require is some significant evidence that you are living your life as your self-identified sex. That can take many forms. The simplest of course being medical: hormones, surgery, etc."@@
He sees your look of horror.
@@.dick;"Oh don't worry, that's only one example. It can also be something much more nebulous and vague, like emotions and feelings. Something that is for the most part self-reported and more easily moulded."
"You might even find you don't actually have to be dishonest in reporting these things, especially if you've already spent a while 'pretending' and developing certain habits."@@
You're not sure what he means by that last part, but you think he's hinting that as long as you tell him what he wants to hear, he'll look the other way.
@@.dick;"So, I shall ask you some questions which you must answer. I will //assume// you are answering them truthfully."@@
He takes a moment to look at his watch, before turning his attention back to you.
@@.dick;"Matt, do you see yourself as a female?"
[["No"|DQuest1A]]@@.dick;"Good! Next question."
"Have you recently, or do you often wear clothing more often described as women's, such as dresses, skirts, lingerie...?"@@
You can't stop your face flushing red as Dr. Dickson's question triggers the raw memory of last night.
@@.dick;"I'll take that one as a yes then, too. Very good, Matt."
"This last one's purely hypothetical, remember."
"Would you consider temporary or permanent changes to your physical body, so that it more closely resembled that of a female's?"@@
You swallow nervously. You know what he //wants// to hear and that you're not actually agreeing to do anything but it's still hard to answer.
[["Yes"|DQuestEnd][$dQuestBodyMod = true]]
[["Never"|DQuestEnd]]Dr. Dickson looks at you with a raised eyebrow. And begins circling behind your chair as he asks his next question.
@@.dick;"And is that because you've grown up your entire life being told you were a boy, treated as a boy, and conditioned to believe //incorrectly// that you are male?"@@
[[Yes, I suppose so.|DQuest2]]
[[No, it's because I'm actually male.|DQuest1B]]You feel Dr. Dickson's hands grasp your shoulders and his bearded face close to your ear from behind. He speaks softly.
@@.dick;"Matt. Perhaps you have failed to understand the exercise. You must quote-unquote 'convince' me that you are, or desire to be, female. If you'd prefer I could just give you a course of pills so you can grow breasts instead, but I think we've established that's not a route you will favour."@@
He stands up again, removing his hands from your shoulders.
You're not sure why he's bothering to make you say anything when he knows you're lying anyway, but you decide you should just play along.
@@.dick;"You see your 'self' as a male currently, but your //true self//, currently suppressed deep down inside is female, yes?"@@
[[... Yes|DQuest2]]<<if $dQuestBodyMod>>\
@@.dick;"Wonderful! That's more than enough evidence for now for me to uphold that you do in fact consider yourself female."@@
@@.dick;"Never say never, Matt. But still, a physical transistion isn't for everyone. For now I'm happy to accept and testify that you do in fact consider yourself female."@@
He gives you a wide smile, and then seems to remember something.
@@.dick;"Err, on paper of course."@@
He gives a little wink.
@@.hero;"Is that it?"@@
He glances at his watch again.
@@.dick;"Almost. I'm sure I don't have to remind you that if you go blabbing about how you 'tricked' me into believing you are something you're not, then I'll have no choice but to 'reconsider your honesty.' You don't have to come out to your peers right away, and the university certainly won't intentionally publish your gender records, but making a mockery of my judgement to ward off any potential embarrassment about what you've chosen to be will not end well for you."@@
You take the warning seriously, but hope you'll never have to come up with another explanation for why your file says "female."
Dr. Dickson looks at his watch yet again and tuts.
@@.dick;"And finally I'm assigning someone to measure and report your progress throughout the year as I can't tend to every student myself."@@
You give him a worried look.
@@.dick;"Don't worry, she understands the unique nature of your situation and I trust her to make sure you don't lose my sponsorship."
"Ah! She's finally here."@@
He opens to office door behind you to [[let them in.|DQuestEnd2]]You are completely caught off guard as the person who enters the room is none other than Rachel.
Rachel reacts in surprise to seeing you as well. You stay characteristically stunned in silence.
@@.dick;"Oh? You've met each other?"
"You've haven't slept with him before I hope."@@
Now you're //really// confused.
After a moment of silence, Dr. Dickson clears his throat.
@@.dick;"Matt. This is, as you apparently already know, Rachel. She's a second year undergraduate here but gets some extra experience by working with me sometimes."
"She's also my daughter..."@@
@@.rach;"Matt! What are you doing here?"@@
Rachel just seems bewildered, a side of her you definitely didn't see last night.
@@.dick;"Rachel, I already explained Matt's situation to you. Do you need reminding?"@@
Rachel seems to recover.
@@.rach;"No... I'm fine."@@
@@.dick;"Good. So, as I was explaining to you, Matt, Rachel will be taking care of ensuring you are who you claim to be, so to speak. In your case I'm sure it will practically be little more than a formality."
"Matt? Is that a problem?"@@
You're not sure. You were mostly fine going along with this up until now, but Rachel was the last person you could imagine sharing all this with.
@@.rach;"Come on, Matt. Once a week I ask 'Are you a girl?' You say 'Yes.' I write it down and send it to Dad- I mean, Dr. Dickson. No periods, pregnancies or... er, panties required. Easiest year as a girl in your life!"@@
Dr. Dickson gives Rachel a rather withering look, hearing her sum up the plan out loud like that.
@@.hero;"... Can... someone else do the assessments?"@@
Dr. Dickson frowns.
@@.dick;"You recognise I'm already putting my neck on the line to do you a huge favour here? I gave Rachel this job because I can trust her with the details."
"I didn't anticipate you two already being acquainted, but that's almost more convenient, isn't it?"@@
You definitely wouldn't describe it as //convenient.// Though you guess if you and Rachel had a more... professional relationship she would have to ease up on the relentless teasing a bit.
It doesn't help that you don't really have another option at this point. If you turn down this offer you're basically homeless until you can find another place to stay. At least if you do this you can stay with Amy until there's a better option.
[[I'll go along with it for now.|SecondEve]]You leave Dr. Dickson's office with Rachel and begin to head back to your room, which at least now you wouldn't be kicked out of.
@@.rach;"I can't wait to tell Amy the good news."@@
You snap to look at Rachel in horror. She rolls her eyes.
@@.rach;"That you're //staying,// moron. Not the other thing."@@
Your heart starts beating again.
You remember Dr. Dickson's warning.
@@.hero;"How am I supposed to explain why they let me stay?"@@
@@.rach;"Just say they let you stay. I doubt she's going to care why."@@
You find it odd having a conversation with Rachel like this. Last night you were on constant guard for being tricked and teased, but now Rachel's being... if not friendly, at least a little supportive.
You walk the rest of the way without saying anything.
When you open up the front door to your house, Rachel rushes in front of you and flies up the stairs. As you follow, she knocks on Amy's door until it opens.
Rachel attacks Amy with a hug.
@@.rach;"Guess who I ran into on the way here?"@@
It was half an answer and half a question as you appear in her bedroom doorway and give a little smile and a wave.
@@.rach;"Yep! And he told me that the accommodation centre is letting him stay in his room here."@@
Rachel jumps over to you and gives you some playful jabs in the stomach.
@@.rach;"So, Matt, you can get yourself a finger-job every night!"@@
So much for less teasing from Rachel. Amy looks at you sheepishly.
You consider just curling up and dying on the spot.
@@.rach;"So, any plans this evening?"@@
@@.hero;//Other than avoiding Rachel?//@@
You don't dare say it out loud. Amy stays quiet, too.
@@.rach;"Good! Then we should go out for a meal to celebrate."@@
@@.hero;"I've only been here a day. I'm not sure it's really worth celebrating."@@
Rachel stares daggers at you.
@@.girl;"Well I've got nothing to do, and it would save me cooking something."@@
That reminds you that you still haven't had a chance to go food shopping.
[[OK, lets eat out.|SecondEve1]]@@.rach;"Good. We girls just need a few minutes Matt, so go jerk off in your room or something for a bit."@@
She closes Amy's bedroom door in your face before you can reply, so you just head to your room and make sure you're ready to go out.
You also take a moment the think over the insane situation you're in. Even if it's just paperwork, it's still an extreme solution, isn't it? Maybe you should have thought this through a bit more.
After a few minutes there's a knock at the door. You open it to find Rachel and consider simply closing it again, but you hesitate and before you know it she's pushed past you into your room.
@@.hero;"Rachel! What do you want?"@@
She takes a hand out from behind her back and unfurls a pair of baby blue bikini-cut panties with small pink bow decoration and trim.
@@.rach;"Amy's in the bathroom so I managed to get these from her underwear draw without her noticing."@@
She speaks in a slightly hushed voice while grinning ear to ear at you.
@@.rach;"Well, I figured you could wear them when we go out."@@
Your reply is dripping with sarcasm. Rachel doesn't seem fazed.
@@.rach;"At least you have a half-decent excuse now."@@
You give her an apprehensive quizzical look.
@@.rach;"It'll help you pass your little assessment, remember?"@@
@@.hero;//Help me... pass?//@@
Your blood turns cold.
@@.hero;"You're... //blackmailing// me!"@@
@@.rach;"Oh, don't be silly. You don't //have// to. I'm just saying if you //wanted// to, you'd... score some extra points."
"Plus, we both know you secretly enjoyed it last night."@@
This is exactly why you hated the idea of Rachel being involved in this. Still, she did say you weren't being forced to do anything.
@@.rach;"It's up to you."@@
She drops them in your suitcase, which still has the rest of your clothes you haven't unpacked yet.
@@.rach;"If you wear them, I promise I won't tease you while we're out."@@
She leaves the room, shutting the door behind her.
@@.hero;//It would be nice to go out with Amy without Rachel being a nuisance, but...//@@
[[Wear them.|SecondEvePChange][$woreSecondPanties = true]]
[[Not going to happen.|SecondEve2]]<<if not $woreSecondPanties>>\
You're not going to encourage Rachel any further, and just browse the internet on your laptop for a bit until you hear another knock at the door.
Again, it's Rachel.
@@.rach;"Hey. We're ready to go, Amy's waiting downstairs."@@
She lowers her voice and smirks.
@@.rach;"Are you wearing them?"@@
You flash her the top of the panties and she smiles.
Rachel pouts a bit but then shrugs and turns to leave.
You follow Rachel downstairs and join Amy to head out to a restaurant.
Rachel is true to her word, and doesn't tease you once the entire time you are out.
You walk to an italian restaurant that's nice but not too expensive, eat a meal and just chat about things. When the topic of life back in school comes up, and you have to admit you were a bit of a loner nerd, Rachel even comforts you a bit, telling you that she didn't have a great time in school either, but that all changes when you grow up and go somewhere new like university.
It's so pleasant, you almost forget that Rachel can be a massive pain if she wants to.
After the meal, you [[head back home.|SecondEveTV]]
Rachel makes your evening practically a living hell.
While you're walking to the restaurant she keeps slapping your ass, groping you and making inappropriate jokes at your expense.
While you're eating, her legs keep rubbing up against yours and at one point she even "accidentally" spilt her drink on you and then kept giggling about how you "wet yourself."
If it weren't for Amy occasionally interjecting to tell Rachel off, and basically being as sweet as an angel besides, you probably would have just left and gone home early.
After the miserable meal, you [[head back home.|SecondEveBed]]
<</if>>\You decide it's worth spending the evening without Rachel's incessant harassment. Plus it's true it could help Dr. Dickson maintain to the university that you are... "female." They wouldn't know you don't actually like wearing them.
@@.hero;//I don't actually enjoy wearing them... right?//@@
You strip off your bottom half. You wonder for a second if you could get away with wearing your boxers over the panties, but then decide you don't want to give Rachel an excuse to void the deal.
You step into the panties and pull them up. There's a bit more material to these than the ones you wore last night, and there's no lace, so your junk feels a bit more secure.
As the soft fabric hugs the most intimate parts of your body, you feel your penis react, starting to harden.
@@.hero;//Why am I getting turned on? Is it because they belong to Amy?//@@
By the time you've made sure they're secure around your waist, you cock is already creating a large bulge in them.
Finally, you pull your jeans back up, feeling them tickle parts of skin on your legs that aren't normally exposed.
There's a knock at the door again.
You quickly check nothing is poking out over your jeans, and then [[open it.|SecondEve2]]You get back inside the house, and Rachel joins you as well. It's apparent you've all had such a nice time that nobody really wants to head to bed yet.
@@.girl;"Do you want to see what's on TV?"@@
You head into the little living room and the three of you squeeze up on the couch with Amy in the middle. After flicking through the channels you end up settling on watching some romcom/drama film. You probably wouldn't have picked it to watch yourself but it does end up making you laugh out loud a fair few times.
As the film plays you feel Amy leaning on you, lightly at first.
Eventually she kicks her shoes off to tuck her feet up on the sofa and she leans on you more heavily. You shift a bit in your seat to make it easier for her. She's got her head resting your shoulder and every time she laughs you can feel her entire body moving on top of you. Rachel either hasn't noticed or doesn't care as she keeps her eyes on the screen.
As the film heads towards its climax and the drama has really kicked in you feel Amy's hand resting on your leg. Ever so slowly it creeps up, her thumb stroking your inner thigh. Your cock quickly hardens thanks to Amy's hand exploration but you keep looking straight at the screen, not wanting to ruin the moment.
Amy's hand moves up to your crotch. Your dick throbs as you feel her fingers touching it through your jeans.
On the TV, the film hits its peak. The main characters give a passionate kiss and begin ravenously tearing at each other's clothes. There's a cut to a scene in the bedroom, and they're still practically eating at each other's faces, falling onto the bed...
Back in reality, Amy's fingers fiddle to undo the top button on your jeans. You feel them loosen slightly as she begins excavating for your cock, and then...
@@.hero;//OH FUCK! I'M WEARING...//@@
[[It's too late.|SecondEveTV1]]You're annoyed to find Rachel plans to come back inside with you. You've had more than enough of her antics for the night so you just tell the girls you're going to bed.
When you get into your room, you kick off your shoes and just rest on the bed for a moment, thinking. Rachel was teasing you a lot last night, but at least it was kind of arousing. Today it was just obnoxious.
There's a knock on the door. You were ready to ignore it, sure it would be Rachel, when you heard Amy's voice.
@@.girl;"It's me. Rachel's gone home."@@
You get up and open the door, half-expecting Rachel to be pulling some trick, but it is just Amy.
@@.girl;"Can I come in?"@@
You gesture for Amy to come in and she walks over to sit on the bed. She looks a little upset.
@@.girl;"Sorry about Rachel. I don't know what was wrong with her tonight."@@
@@.hero;"It's not your fault."@@
@@.girl;"Maybe... But do you think-"@@
She stops mid-sentence. She's looking at the floor, or rather what's on it: Your suitcase.
@@.girl;"Are they... my panties?"@@
Amy looks at you, waiting for a response.
@@.hero;"Rachel... Tried to make me wear them."@@
Amy mouths a silent "Ohhh" and looks at the panties again.
@@.girl;"But you didn't."@@
Amy seems to think for a few moments, and then says [[something you don't expect.|SecondEveBed1]]Amy sits up with a confused expression on her face. She looks at you with a furrowed brow, and a mixture of panic, horror and extreme embarrassment is clear on your face.
Amy's sudden movement has caught the attention of Rachel who looks over at the scene. Her mouth opens when she realises what's happened. A hint of devilish delight flashes across her face when your eyes briefly meet.
Amy speaks quietly but her words ring deafeningly in your ears.
@@.girl;"''Are you wearing panties?''"@@
You feel your face burn hotter than the surface of the sun. You instictively try to scoot away from Amy, despite there being no more room and no where to run.
@@.hero;"It... Rachel... It was... Rachel. She..."@@ you mumble incoherently.
She //what//? She //forced// you? But she didn't...
@@.hero;"She... dared me."
Amy looks over at Rachel who somehow manages to keep a straight face, leaving only her look of shock on display.
You're sure she's just going to deny everything. It's too good of an opportunity for her.
She glances at you.
@@.rach;"Oh... Yeah... I um... dared him..."@@
It's worse than flat denial. With oscar-class acting, Rachel makes it sound like she's actually a //terrible// liar who's trying to cover for your own dumb 'lie'.
@@.hero;//I can't fucking believe it!//@@
Amy takes the bait, hook line and sinker, and looks completely unconvinced at Rachel's explanation. But then she just sits back into the sofa, looks back at the TV, and says quietly,
@@.hero;//This isn't happening... Amy actually thinks wearing panties was MY idea!//@@
You catch Rachel give the tiniest smirk at you, knowing her little Machiavellian scheme has worked perfectly, before returning to the screen as well.
@@.hero;//I have to say something. I have to explain!//
"No, really! It was Rachel-"@@
Amy cuts you off.
@@.girl;"It's OK, Matt. It doesn't matter."@@
She cuddles up to you again, slowly stroking the top of your leg, but like she's comforting a sick child, rather than arouse a guy she's attracted to.
You feel utterly defeated at this point. Rachel has completely outplayed you. You almost want to cry in frustration.
You resolve to watching the last bit of the film in silence. When it's over, Rachel stands up, says it's time to go and [[leaves without another word.|SecondEveTV2]] Amy is still cuddling you, stroking your leg.
You've spent the last 5 minutes entirely in your head, in a misty haze of denial, wondering when you might wake from the nightmare.
Amy tilts her head.
@@.girl;"Are they mine?"@@
You nod gently.
@@.hero;"I told you... Rachel stole them."@@
@@.girl;"Oh? Is that why she wasn't teasing you earlier? 'Cos she knew about... She didn't want you to feel weird..."@@
Amy's perspective of the situation plays out in your head. The truth just sounds like a bad excuse. Not even //you// can believe Rachel could have possibly planned all this.
Unless you can convince Rachel to actually come clean, Amy will never believe you.
@@.girl;"I don't mind, you know."
"They look cute."@@
She looks up at you and gives a little smile.
Your poor head is still slowly spinning when Amy reaches up and kisses you, on the lips, for about a second.
@@.hero;//Well that's... something. A kiss out of pity...//@@
@@.girl;"Time for bed?"@@
Amy's voice is as sweet as ever.
It's all you manage to muster in your daze as she leads you by the hand upstairs to your room. You unlock the door and curl up on your bed. Amy says good night and goes back to [[her own room.|ThirdMorn]]<<set $dayCount = 2>>\
You wake up the next morning, and get washed and dressed.
You try not to think about last night and the way Amy almost certainly thinks you asked Rachel to steal some of her panties so you could wear them.
She didn't seem upset by it, even giving you a little kiss and comforting you which was nice, but still...
You think about last night. The way Amy kissed you and made you cum in her very own panties.
You can't say you didn't enjoy it. It was one of the best orgasms in your life. But still, you didn't imagine your relationship with Amy involving things like that.
You think about last night. Amy's odd request. You put up with it as a kind of dare, but as a... sexual favour?
You wonder what would have happened if you'd have agreed to it. How far would you and Amy have gone...?
When you are ready, you decide to use today to finally go food shopping so you can eat without going out or ordering in.
You open the door to leave your room and come face-to-face with Amy.
@@.girl;"Ah! I was just about to see if you were up."
"Do you have a minute?"@@
You //really// don't want to talk to Amy right now, but as she sees your apprehension she simply says,
She gestures with her head toward her open bedroom door and walks in, leaving you with little choice but to follow.
She sits down on the bed, legs crossed below the knee, and looks a little apprehensive herself.
@@.girl;"I've been thinking about yesterday... Last night..."@@
Your heart sinks. Part of you was still hoping it was all a nightmare.
@@.girl;"I know I said I wasn't upset, and I'm not, but..."@@
She looks you dead in the eye.
@@.girl;"Why did you ask Rachel to help... and not me?"@@
@@.hero;//Oh man, this has gotten way out of control...//
"I told you. It was Rachel's idea!"@@
@@.girl;"That doesn't explain why you went along with it."@@
@@.hero;//True... I guess...//@@
@@.girl;"I texted Rachel after you went to bed."
"She told me you actually like wearing them, but... you thought I'd find it really weird and off-putting."@@
//"University student found brutally murdered in a bizarre crime of passion. The apparent murder weapon appears to be none other than a single pair of women's panites shoved violently down the victim's throat."//
The imaginary news report plays in your head as you think about what you're going to do to Rachel the [[next time you see her.|ThirdMorn1Cry]]
You follow Amy into her room a little apprehensively.
She bounds over to her bed and picks something up, then spins around and presents it to you.
She's holding a pair of bright yellow boyshort panties.
<<if not $woreSecondPantiesAmy>>\
@@.girl;"Look, I //know// you said the ones yesterday weren't your style, so... I figured maybe something a little closer to what you'd normally wear could work."@@
@@.hero;"I more meant panties //in general// weren't my style."@@
@@.girl;"I knew you'd say that."@@
You're just about to leave when Amy speaks again.
@@.girl;"What if I gave you a deal?"@@
@@.hero;"Amy..."@@ you say with a sigh.
@@.girl;"A good one! Not like the other day."
"Name your price."@@
Your ears prick up. Could she actually make it worth your while?
Amy puts her hands behind her back and leans forward slightly, swaying her shoulders.
The top of her dress hangs slightly loosely from her shoulders so you can see further down it.
@@.girl;"I know you might not be into wearing them, but the thing is..."@@
She looks you up and down slowly.
@@.girl;"I kinda think it's really, //really,// sexy..."@@
She draws out the sentence as seductively as possible. It's as if with each word she's blowing you a wet hot kiss.
Your penis twitches.
@@.girl;"So, it's only fair that, if //I'm// getting what //I// want, //you// should get what //you// want."@@
She breaks eye contact briefly and then slowly draws her vision back to you.
@@.girl;"Anything... in mind?"@@
You can hardly believe what you're hearing. It's got to be too good to be true.
@@.hero;"I can ask for... anything?"@@
@@.girl;"Well it's got to be //reasonable.//@@
Amy brushes some fallen hair back over her ear.
@@.girl;"Let's say, it's got to stay in my bedroom. No running through campus naked or anything silly like that."@@
@@.hero;"And... all I have to do is wear those for today?"@@
@@.girl;"And keep them on if, //for some reason,// we end up taking off some of our clothes later."@@
Your cock throbs. It's already hard in your pants.
Amy really is suggesting what you think she is.
What should you ask her to do?
@@.hero;//Fuck me, obviously!//@@
But would she really go that far already? Maybe you should play it safe and just ask for something like a blowjob.
[[Go all in and ask for sex.|ThirdMorn1Deal][$thirdMornAskedSex = true]]
[[Play it safe with a blowjob.|ThirdMorn1Deal]]
@@.girl;"Present for you!"@@
Your penis bulges slightly but you give Amy a blank stare.
She narrows her eyes, pouting slightly.
@@.girl;"Cooome on. I know you want to try them on for me."@@
She speaks to you like you would a puppy.
You remain silent.
Amy walks up to you and then drops to her knees. She holds the panties against your crotch as if trying to imagine you wearing them, then looks up at you with needy eyes and bites her lip playfully.
You still haven't moved or said a word but deep down you're finding yourself extremely aroused.
@@.hero;//Why does her wanting me to wear panties make me so fucking horny?//@@
Amy speaks right to your crotch.
@@.girl;"If you're a good boy, I'll kiss you good night!"@@
She kisses the air right next to your crotch. Your already rock hard dick twitches visibly through your jeans.
Amy smiles gleefully as she sees it move.
@@.girl;"I'll take that as a yes."@@
She pushes the panties part way into the waistband of your jeans and then ushers you out of the open door, still on her knees.
You realise that for the past 30 seconds, you literally just let your dick do the talking.
[[Too late now, I suppose.|ThirdMornPanties]]
<</if>>\@@.girl;"Don't you like them?"@@
She asks sincerely, not teasing like Rachel would. You're thrown off-guard.
@@.hero;"W-well... Not exactly."@@
@@.girl;"What about the ones you wore last night?"@@
Her eyes scan the room and she spots the black lacy panties that were still lying on the floor where you took them off.
She picks them up and holds them out.
@@.hero;//Why is she asking me something like that?//@@
@@.hero;"They're... not exactly my style."@@
Amy closes one eye, tilts her head, and holds the panties at arms length as if dressing them with you in her head.
You shift uncomfortably.
@@.girl;"I think you'd look cute in them. You did yesterday."@@
You're not sure how to respond.
She grabs the other panties and does the same action as with the first pair.
She sits back down on your bed.
@@.girl;"Would you... try them on for me?"@@
You can hardly believe what you're hearing. First Rachel and now Amy?
Amy sees you recoil at her question.
@@.girl;"Just in here... For me?"@@
She swings her shoulders and bites her lip seductively.
@@.hero;"I'm not sure..."@@
Amy lets out a sigh and lies back on the bed, then props herself up on her elbows and looks at you down the length of her body, over the shape of her perky breasts, flat stomach... hips... legs...
You can't help but be turned on, and your cock immediately starts growing.
@@.hero;//I guess it would be different wearing them for Amy rather than Rachel. Amy's not basically threatening me for one...//
[[Wear the panties for Amy.|SecondEveBedP][$woreSecondPantiesAmy = true]]
[[It's just too weird.|SecondEveBedNoP]]You take a deep breath and swallow.
Amy grins and sits up. She throws you the baby blue panties.
You look at them in your hands, their dainty bikini cut and cute bow detail, then look back at Amy.
She just stares back expectantly.
@@.girl;"Oh! Do you want me to close my eyes while you put them on?"@@
You give an embarrassed look.
@@.girl;"You know, I've already seen it, but okay."@@
She lays back on the bed and puts an arm over her eyes.
You undo your jeans and drop them to the floor with your boxers.
You step into the panties and pull them up. There's a bit more material to these than the ones you wore last night, and there's no lace, so your junk feels a bit more secure.
You're already at half mast from Amy's little seductive displays, but as the soft fabric hugs your body you feel you cock straining even tighter.
@@.hero;//Why does wearing these turn me on so much? Is it because they belong to Amy?//@@
You take a moment to calm yourself then clear your throat.
[[Ok. I'm ready.|SecondEveBedP1]]@@.hero;"Sorry, Amy."@@
Amy gives an exaggerated pout, but then rolls off the bed.
She gives you a smile and starts to head towards the door, then hesitates.
@@.girl;"Buuut, if you're going to steal my panties, I get to steal yours!"@@
She quickly reaches down and grabs a pair of your boxers.
@@.hero;"Hey! //I// didn't steal them!"@@
You shout after her, but she's already grabbed them and run out the door giggling.
@@.hero;//At this rate I'll have to buy some more or run out.//@@
You shake your head and decide to get ready for bed.
You strip off your clothes and go to the bed. Amy's left both pairs of panties lying on it.
Your dick is still at half-mast from Amy's seductive displays and looking at the panties is only making it harder.
You decide there's no harm in doing something about it.
Lying on the bed you think about Amy rolling around on it as she was just was, making silly faces and looking sexy.
You stroke your dick and look at the panties, imagining them coming fresh off Amy's pussy.
You take the blue ones and stroke them against your cock, the fabric insulation between your dick and hand making it all the more pleasurable.
Before long you're jerking as hard as you can into Amy's panties, imagining her riding you, //fucking// you.
It only takes a minute for you to explode into the panties, cock rock hard and throbbing.
After you cool down a bit, you realise you probably should clean up Amy's panties in case she wants them back. She'd likely wash them herself again anyway, but you'd rather not see her reaction when she finds encrusted jizz stains in them.
You take the panties to the bathroom, making sure Amy's still in her room first, and rinse them as best you can.
You head out the bathroom door to go back to your room and almost run head first into Amy. You quickly hide the damp panties behind your back.
Amy looks a bit surprised to see you. You're only wearing your boxers. She's also wearing a pair of your boxers - the ones she just stole.
@@.girl;"Oh! Sorry! Goodnight, Matt."@@
She just walks by you into the bathroom. You really hope she didn't see what you were holding.
You head back to your room, and [[go to sleep|ThirdMorn]]Amy sits up and stares at your crotch with a smile.
@@.girl;"See, I knew they'd look good."@@
@@.hero;"I'm not sure..."@@
She waves you over.
@@.girl;"And take off your shirt so it's not in the way."@@
You oblige, those few steps to the bed causing agony as the panties rub against your cock.
She pokes your erect penis through the fabric.
@@.girl;"See? You do like them."@@
@@.hero;"Maybe that's more to do with the fact that you're in my bed and touching it?"@@
She runs a finger over your cock in the panties. Suddenly you're having flash backs to last night and instinctively pull back, your dick throbbing dangerously.
Amy looks up at you, biting her lip again.
She asks with a tone of phony innocence, knowing that, again, you are already on the edge.
@@.hero;"I, uh... Need a minute."@@
She grins and stands up, taking a step towards you.
You step back again, but with a naughty smile she keeps moving forward.
You take a few more steps, cock already twitching in your panties, and find yourself with your back to a wall.
@@.hero;"A-Amy..."@@ you stammer, struggling to catch your breath.
@@.girl;"Oops. Got you now..."@@
She corners you against the wall. You feel the cool surface against your back. Your bum in those cute little panties rubs against its slightly rough texture. Amy takes your wrists and lightly pins them by your side, also against the wall. You are completely open and exposed to Amy.
She moves closer, the warmth of her body a stark contrast to the wall behind you. She leans in with parted lips kisses you.
Her still fully clothed body pushes up against yours. At the same time you feel her knee pushing between your legs, spreading them wider until her thigh rubs against your crotch, pressing against your panties and the aching cock inside.
You immediately explode.
You feel Amy's tongue inside your mouth stifle an involuntary moan of pleasure as you cum. Your hips buck against her leg as your cock throbs violently.
It spurts over and over again, filling your panties, warm and wet, with an endless stream of sticky cum.
Eventually Amy stops kissing you, breaking away to look into your eyes, still smiling. You continue absentmindedly rubbing your crotch on her leg, your cock oozing out the last few drops of cum.
Amy looks down. Some of your cream has soaked through the panties and left a stain on her leggings, where you've been rubbing against her thigh.
@@.girl;"I think you can keep those..."@@
She gives you another wet kiss then pulls away. You slide down the wall a bit, trying to catch you breath.
@@.girl;"See you tomorrow."@@
Amy just gives you a wink and leaves you in your post-orgasmic haze.
After 30 seconds or so you come to your senses. You take off the soaked panties and clean yourself up a bit, then take the panties to the bathroom and wash them as best you can, too.
Finally you return to your bedroom, and [[go to sleep.|ThirdMorn]]Venus and Despoina: A Student's Corruption
You play as a young, brand new university student who finds himself lucky enough to be the center of attention between two smoking hot female friends. One as sweet as an angel, the girl of your dreams. The other? Dangerously devious.
Innocent and unprepared you find yourself coerced, and caressed, into a number of humiliating, arousing and sometimes even romantic situations.
And that's before one of the girls finds themselves with an unreasonable amount of leverage over you. You'd better play along or you might find yourself leaving university with a whole lot more than you bargained for.
Oh, let's be honest. Your destiny is set in stone. The only thing for you to decide is how much you try to resist.
Venus and Despoina: A Student's Corruption is a //mostly// linear Twine game made with the popular SugarCube 2 story format. There are branching/alternate paths which affect your progression and provide opportunities to role-play, but they all converge around the central story of forced feminization, sissification and corruption. You won't find wildly divergent storylines here.
I've tried my best to make every choice fun, with it's own unique content. It is assumed that if you're playing the game, you want to see your character feminized and transformed, regardless of your in-character choices. Therefore, "resisting" changes and activities is never code for simply skipping a sexy scene or becoming some boring asexual virgin.
In general, the more you "resist," the more will be forced involuntarily on your character. Whereas "submitting" can have its own benefits in terms of a bit more control.
Feel free to make the choices to fit whichever role you want to play, without worrying about accidentally skipping 90% of the content. Personally, I recommend making the choices you personally would make if you were in the main character's shoes. For a first playthrough anyway.What you want, and what you THINK you want are different, see? -Dr Dickson
-Rachel vibe followup dare after Amy at sleepover. Get to see Rachel vulnerable briefly...
-Park bench hj w/Rachel looking into eyes?
-Buy panties w/ Rachel. Either go in alone or let Rachel help u. humiliate either way.
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*/@@.girl;"And because you were going to be staying here, and that... you... might... //like// me... you didn't want me to find out..."@@
Amy finishes her last sentence a little awkwardly. You still can't quite believe just how far Rachel is taking this joke.
Amy says with a deep breath, as she holds up some bright yellow boyshorts.
@@.girl;"To prove to you it's not a big deal, I want you to wear these today."@@
Amy sees your expression and looks worried.
@@.girl;"Don't you like them..?
"Is it because they're boyshorts? Do you want something more like... Maybe a thong?"@@
@@.hero;"No! Amy-! I'm not... I don't want to wear..."@@
Amy's got the situation so wrong that you don't know where to start correcting her.
@@.girl;"Matt, please! I hate feeling like you're avoiding doing what you want just because of me!"@@
Amy looks like she's about to cry.
@@.girl;"And after how we treated you on your first night..."
"<<if $regretFirstNight>>No wonder you hated it<<if $firstNightDance>>, even if you did dance with us.<<else>> and refused to dance with us.<</if>><<else>><<if not $firstNightDance>>No wonder you refused to dance with us.<<else>>Even if you were a good sport about it.<</if>><</if>>.."@@
A tear does actually roll down her cheek. She's really upset about this...
You sit next to her on the bed and give her a hug. She buries her face into your chest and shoulder.
You suddenly feel genuinely angry that Rachel has upset her friend so much over a stupid joke. You're going to have serious words with her the next time you see her.
Putting things into perspective, it wouldn't really hurt to have to wear panties for one more day to put Amy's mind at ease. You'll get Rachel to come clean when you tell her how upset Amy was.
[[Alright, I'll wear them.|ThirdMornPanties]]You head back to your room briefly to put on the panties Amy gave you.
They may be called "boyshorts" but they're nothing like your regular boxers. They're much tighter for one, with the fabric hugging the very tops of your legs and your ass cheeks.
They're a lower cut too, and it's obvious they weren't designed to hold anything extra in the front. The outline of your penis is clearly visible.
You pull your jeans back and, with a slight sigh, [[head to the shops.|ThirdAftShop]]<<if $thirdMornAskedSex>>\
Amy looks surprised. She doesn't say anything for a moment.
You wonder if you asked for too much.
@@.girl;"Sorry... I was just surprised you'd ask for that."@@
@@.hero;"You did say anything..."@@
@@.girl;"Yeah, no, it's fine! I just... didn't think you'd be ready for that."@@
@@.hero;"... What do you mean?"@@
@@.girl;"I just thought you'd... want to work up to it, that's all."@@
Amy shifts uncomfortably.
@@.girl;"You are a bit... over-sensitive at the moment."@@
The comment stings your ego deeply as you remember all Amy had to do to get you off the other day.
@@.hero;"But... That was after you'd already been teasing me all night, that's why!"@@
You desperately argue, trying to recover some dignity.
@@.girl;"Ok, Ok! I just want to make sure you don't end up disappointed or embarrassed or anything."@@
@@.hero;//She's worrying about ME being disappointed?//@@
@@.girl;"Look. As long as you're sure you can keep your little guy under control, it's a deal."@@
@@.hero;//Oh man, it's actually happening...//@@
You feel your cock rapidly engorge in anticipation and feel a sharp prick of panic.
@@.hero;//I am going to stay in control, right?//@@
Amy's smile returns and she throws you the yellow boyshorts.
Amy smiles gleefully.
Amy's reaction makes you immediately regret not asking for more.
@@.girl;"Ok, deal! No backsies."@@
She throws you the yellow boyshorts.
@@.girl;"Have fun! Don't be out too late!"@@
You're about to leave again when Amy quickly jumps next to you.
Before you can react, she kisses you, quite forcefully, and then [[ushers you out.|ThirdMornPanties]]You go to the nearby shopping centre and spend some time looking around the various shops and learning the general layout. You only really came to buy some food, but you've got nothing else to do today so you can take your time.
You walk by a few shops selling women's clothing and lingerie which remind you of your little secret, but otherwise you generally forget you're wearing those cute little boyshort panties Amy gave you.
After some lunch you decide it's time you actually got what you came for and shop for some food and essentials to take back with you. You've not got a car or anything so you can't stock up too much, but just some essentials like cereal, milk and some things to cook in the evening.
Just as you're grabbing some last bits and pieces, you find yourself having to squat down to reach something at the back of a bottom shelf. Then, from behind, you hear a familiar voice.
@@.hero;//Oh great, it's about time I ran into you. I was just about to have an uneventful day out...//@@
You stand up and turn to face... //her.//
@@.rach;"You're being a good boy, or is it girl now? I didn't even have to ask you to wear any today."@@
She giggles at your confused expression.
@@.rach;"You should be more careful squatting down like that if you don't want people to find out, though."@@
You adjust your waistband, making sure the panties are well hidden. You're a little worried someone other than Rachel might have spotted them as well.
@@.hero;"You need to talk to Amy and come clean. She was really upset, you know."@@
You try to sound as stern as possible, but Rachel just looks confused.
@@.rach;"What do you mean? She told me she doesn't mind you wearing them."@@
She half-stifles a laugh.
@@.rach;"But she //was// shocked last night, wasn't she? I don't think I could have planned that better if I'd tried."@@
Annoyingly, you can't avoid blushing at the embarrassing memory.
@@.rach;"Oh, don't be such a stick in the mud, Matt. It all worked out for the best, didn't it?"@@
@@.hero;"What are you talking about? This morning she was really upset because you told her that I liked to wear panties and implied I was hiding it from her because I was afraid she would be freaked out!"@@
Rachel just looks at you.
@@.hero;"And?! You need to tell her the truth!"@@
Rachel furrows her brow slightly.
@@.rach;"What do you want me to say? You //chose// to wear her panties, and you also chose not to tell her you were doing it."@@
//How the hell is she making this sound like my fault?!//
"But she thinks the only reason I didn't want to wear any today was because I'm self-conscious of what she'll think!"@@
@@.rach;"... Isn't it?"@@
@@.rach;"The reason you don't want to wear panties. Because you're self-conscious."@@
No, no, no! She tricked me! How?!//@@
Somehow you find yourself unable to actually contradict Rachel. You //know// you must have missed something, but can't figure out what.
Rachel gives you a pitying look as your face contorts in confusion, desperately trying to figure out the logic.
@@.rach;"Aww, don't worry, sweetie."@@
She strokes your head patronisingly.
@@.rach;"Amy and I will take care of you."@@
@@.hero;//It's all wrong...//@@
Rachel leaves you in your stupor.
For a moment you almost feel like crying again, overwhelmed by it all.
Eventually you just decide to take your shopping and [[head home.|ThirdEve]]
@@.rach;"This is a welcome surprise. Did you decide to make up for yesterday?"@@
She giggles at your confused expression and moves in close to you.
You jump slightly as she lightly pokes your crotch.
She must have seen your panties as you were squatting down.
@@.rach;"Actually... I wanted to apologise for last night. Amy was really upset with me."@@
She sounds genuinely apologetic, but maybe that's just because Amy told her off.
@@.rach;"I'm just a bit... jealous, you know?"
"We're best friends! But... now you're living in the same house as her, and I //know// you've got a thing for her..."
"I don't want you to steal her away from me..."@@
As she looks dow, you actually find yourself feeling a bit sympathetic for Rachel.
@@.hero;"I didn't really think about like that."@@
Rachel snaps back to her usual self.
@@.rach;"Oh, don't worry about me. I can always seduce some poor guy, make him fall for me, do anything for me..."@@
Rachel performs an exaggerated seduction routine on you, pushing her body against you and running her hand up your shirt, pulling it slightly to reveal the lower part of your stomach.
Although she's doing it purely in jest, you're still surprised to find it a bit effective on you.
She stops, freezing in place and her eyes widen as if realising some great truth.
@@.rach;"Oh my god."@@
You have no idea what's caught her attention so suddenly.
@@.rach;"That's why you're wearing them, isn't it?!"@@
She looks at you with a scandalous expression, her mouth wide open.
@@.rach;"She //seduced// you!"@@
You squirm slightly, embarrassed she so easily guessed the truth.
@@.hero;//Why is she making it sound so outrageous? That's practically Rachel's entire playbook...//@@
@@.rach;"So, how did she do it?"@@
Rachel sounds like a gossiping school girl. You're not sure you want to have this conversation.
@@.rach;"I bet she didn't have to try very hard..."@@
Rachels hand is running all over you again. The other one is holding tightly onto your shoulder.
@@.rach;"Speaking of hard..."@@
Before you can react to stop her, Rachel shoves her hand down the front of your jeans and into your panties.
You try to pull away but the hand holding your shoulder keeps you still long enough for her to find your balls, and squeeze. The pain stops you from struggling.
@@.rach;"//Don't//... make a scene, or people will see."@@
There's only a few people about, not paying much attention, but you're right up against the shelves stacked with products. As you struggled, some of them wobbled dangerously. People would almost certainly look your way if they fell.
Being caught receiving a hand job in public is not how you want to go out. You doubt you could convince anyone that Rachel just forced her hand down there as you can hardly believe it yourself. For now, you just let her have her way with you.
Rachel cautiously moves her hand back up and firmly grips your cock. After her little play seduction act and all the following excitement it has quickly started to harden. You try to focus your mind on not becoming more aroused but, although she's obviously crazy, Rachel is still unbearably attractive. She's close enough for you to feel the warmth of her body and smell her perfume. It's hopeless.
Rachel grins and puts her face close to yours, cheeks almost touching, so she can talk more quietly to you. You can feel her warm breath tickling your ear.
@@.rach;"Did she... give you something?"
"Other than your cute... little... girly-girl panties, of course."@@
Your cock reaches its full size, but feels like it's straining to grow bigger still. Rachel's hand is still holding it tightly.
@@.rach;"Or... promise you a favour for later?"@@
Despite your earlier decision not to move, you involuntary squirm in response to Rachel's questioning. She squeezes even tighter on your throbbing cock and you freeze, afraid your movement create more unwanted stimulation.
Rachel quickly glances over her shoulder to make sure there's still no one looking.
@@.rach;"What will she think if you soil her pretty panties?"@@
Rachel starts slowly stroking your cock.
You plead with Rachel to stop, but her grin only grows wider, enjoying her complete control over your arousal.
@@.rach;"I'll stop soon, sweetie, I promise..."@@
She squeezes the base of your penis her fingers and thumb and gently pushes, still applying pressure, up the shaft, milking your cock. A couple of fingers slide across the head and your cock twitches dangerously. Her fingers rub back down your length, smearing your precum all along it.
You gasp breathlessly.
@@.rach;"Now, now... If Amy heard you say my name //like that// she might get the wrong idea."@@
Rachel begins stroking again, slightly faster. The pleasure nearly makes you lose your balance, and you have use the shelves behind you to support more of your weight.
@@.rach;"I need... //One. More. Thing...// and then I'll stop."@@
Rachel pumps your cock in time with the words, sending jolts of pleasure running up and down it.
Her pace begins quickening again until she's jerking you as hard as she can in the limited space. You're brought right to the edge, your cock preparing its payload and only being held back by sheer force of will.
@@.rach;"Matt, I want you to cum."@@
The command works like clockwork. You give in. The dam breaks and spunk surges out the tip of your cock. Twitching and spasming in Rachel's fingers, your tool shoots load after load of the hot, sticky substance into your panties.
Rachel holds you steady as you writhe in pleasure, still stroking your cock, extending your orgasm as much as possible and teasing out every last drop of cum.
Finally, Rachel takes her hand out from your pants. Her fingers are covered in cum, and she rubs it between her fingers in front of your face. She lightly bops the tip of your nose, leaving a tiny smear, before putting her sticky fingers in her mouth and sucking them clean.
@@.rach;"Mmm... Good boy..."@@
She finishes cleaning her fingers off and smiles at you.
@@.rach;"Have fun walking home..."@@
She leaves you as you're still trembling slightly from your orgasm. You feel the weight and warmth of the mess you've made in your panties. A sticky globule starts slowly trickling down your inside leg.
After a few seconds you begin to recover, and straighten yourself up. The panties stick and slide against your groin.
You shuffle awkwardly towards the closest bathroom, every step an agonising reminder of your shame. Thankfully, it's empty and you do your best to clean up the worst of the mess.
Then you take your shopping, and hurry [[straight home.|ThirdEve]]
You get back home and sort out your shopping in the kitchen.
After, with Amy nowhere to be seen, you head to your room and collapse on the bed.
Your mind is still playing the conversation you had with Rachel over and over in your head.
@@.hero;//Rachel DID trick me, AND Amy, but... I guess she's right that if Amy doesn't mind then I don't have to worry much about wearing panties if I have to.
I wouldn't want other people to find out, though...
They make me feel a bit strange and feminine, but it's not exactly unpleasant... just different.//@@
You stretch out on your bed and think about yesterday evening, before Amy uncovered your little secret. Rachel teased you a bit today, but at the restraunt she was so friendly and pleasant to be around.
@@.hero;//If it means keeping Rachel friendly, maybe it's worth playing along with her silly games... Maybe I really am too up tight about it all...//@@
There's a small knock at your door. It's Amy.
@@.girl;"Can I come in?"@@
You leave the door open for her, and return to sitting on your bed. Amy sits next to you.
@@.girl;"I'm... sorry about this morning."@@
You're somewhat surprised to hear her apologising. You hadn't even realised she'd done anything to apologise for.
@@.girl;"I shouldn't have asked you to wear those panties for me. It's just... I wanted you to know you didn't have to hide it."
"But it's really none of my business what you feel comfortable wearing, and... I shouldn't have forced you either way."@@
@@.hero;//She's so damn ''sweet''...//
"It's OK, Amy... I understand."@@
She gives you a heart-warming smile.
@@.girl;"Really..? So you know I don't mind?"@@
You answer by giving Amy a hug. She wraps her arms around you and lightly squeezes you.
After a few second just pulls back enough to look deep into your eyes. Then she gently leans in, and kisses you. She pushes her soft lips against your own. You kiss her back, heart pounding like crazy in your chest. After a few seconds, Amy lightly sucks on your lower lip and then breaks away again.
You're breathing heavily. You thought Amy touching your //dick// was great, on your first night. But this... This was something else.
Amy just gives you that familiar gorgeous smile.
@@.girl;"You know... I //was// pretty shocked at first when I saw you casually wearing panties last night."
"But after I went to bed I was thinking about it and... It actually made me //really// horny.... Like... //''super''// horny."@@
Her face flushes a bit, apparently remembering the feeling. She gives a cute little giggle.
@@.girl;"I had to to cover my face with a pillow because otherwise I was sure you'd hear me."@@
You were already rock hard in your panties from the kissing, but hearing Amy nonchalantly describe getting off to the thought of you wearing a pair has your dick almost numb from the blood pressure.
Amy sees your gawping expression and gives a mischevious grin.
She slides off the bed onto her knees and turns to face you. She parts your legs slightly and shuffles closer between them, and begins unbuttoning your jeans.
With bated breath, you shift slightly to let her pull them down to your ankles, and you pull your shirt up out of the way, leaning back a bit.
Seeming satisfied, Amy pulls your panties back up, tucking your cock back in and gives it a little pat.
She stands up, and nods towards your crotch.
@@.girl;"So, shall I pick some out for you to wear tomorrow?"@@
You're still in a bit of a haze. But so far, wearing panties has actually been working out for you. You got a hand job, then a lovely dinner with Amy and Rachel and now you've just kissed the sweetest, most beautiful girl you've ever met and followed that up with a mind-bending blowjob.
So the only words that come to mind are...
You get back home and quickly unpack your shopping in the kitchen.
Amy's nowhere to be seen so you nip to the bathroom to clean up the rest of the mess in your underwear. You take a shower and wash the panties in the sink, then dry them off as best you can and slip them back on.
You're out the bathroom just in time to see Amy coming up the stairs.
She gives you a cheeky smile.
@@.girl;"Hey, you. Freshening up a bit are we?"@@
@@.girl;"You better still be wearing your panties!"@@
@@.girl;"You better still have them on or the deal's off, you know!"@@
You nod, and then swallow, slightly nervously.
It looks like Amy's just come back from going out somewhere. You can see she's pondering what to do. You just stare back, feeling a bit like a deer caught in headlights.
Amy breaks the awkward silence.
@@.girl;"Actually... Time for a spot inspection!"@@
@@.girl;"Well, no time like the present!"@@
She grabs your wrist and pulls you over to her bedroom door excitedly. She unlocks it and pushes you inside, then follows you in and shuts the door behind her, blocking any escape.
@@.hero;//She's enjoying this way too much...//@@
You stand there awkwardly for a second.<<if not $woreSecondPantiesAmy>> As much as you want your "reward," you're a little caught off guard by the suddeness of it all.
Luckily, Amy catches on.<</if>>
@@.girl;"Oh, I see."@@
She gives you a sultry look.
@@.girl;"You need a little more... //encouragement.//"@@
It's like she just flipped a switch into "sexy" mode. You're reminded of Rachel doing something similar earlier and, despite yourself, your cock slowly hardens in response.
Amy sighs sexily.
@@.girl;"I was at the library all day today, trying to get ahead on some reading before classes start."
"But it was //sooo// boring."@@
Amy rolls her head back as she exaggerates the "so".
@@.girl;"All I could think about was..."@@
She bites her lip and looks at you, pretending to be shy. You feel more blood rushing down below.
@@.girl;"I was getting so flustered... I thought I might have had to just find somewhere private and..."@@
Amy runs her hand down to her waist and then between her legs, pushing her dress in with it.
She finishes off her little act with a breathy moan. Then she looks at you expectantly.
It was completely ridiculous, but completely effective as your cock stands to attention in your panties and you begin taking off your shirt.
Amy returns to her excited grin as she sees you undressing.
@@.girl;"Everything except the panties!"@@ she instructs.
You undress and Rachel bounds over, dropping to her knees, her face right next to your crotch.
There's a pause.
"I can see you've washed them... They're still damp..."@@
"Yeh... they were a bit sweaty and... I thought... you'd prefer them clean..."@@
You give a 2-star excuse and Amy doesn't look convinced. You silently curse Rachel.
<<if not $thirdMornAskedSex>>\
Amy gives a mischevious giggle, and talks straight to your crotch.
@@.girl;"Did someone get so excited about their good night kiss that they made a little mess?"@@
You flush with embarrassment at the thought that Amy believes you'd just jizz in your pants for no other reason than you're wearing panties. But something tells you revealing that Rachel was behind your "accident" wouldn't exactly help things.
She giggles again.
@@.girl;"Well, it's good to know you've enjoyed this as much as I have."@@
You decide it's not worth arguing further.
She rubs your cock lightly through your damp panties while looking up at you. It feels fantastic.
@@.girl;"I wasn't lying you know, I've been really horny all day."@@
The thought of Amy being distracted all day is a massive turn on. Your cock twitches away.
Amy leads you over to the bed and sits you down. She kneels between your legs.
@@.girl;"I hope you've not run out of juice."@@
@@.hero;//Jesus Christ, Amy!//@@
As your cock throbs again, you start to wonder how such a sweet girl like Amy can have such a relatively dirty mind.
@@.hero;//Well that was... worth it. Even if it didn't last long...//@@
Seeming satisfied, Amy pulls your panties back up, tucks your cock back in and gives it a little pat.
@@.girl;"There we go!"@@
You gather up your other clothes and [[say goodnight.|FourthMorn]]
@@.girl;"Matt... Tell me the truth."@@
Somehow you don't think telling her that Rachel had forcefully jacked you off in public would help you much, even if it was the truth... //Even// if she actually //believed// you.
You give her an awkward smile and begin to burn red in embarrassment.
Amy sounds frustrated.
@@.girl;"You told me you could control yourself!"@@
You don't know how to respond.
Amy lets out a sigh, and forces a smile.
@@.girl;"Never mind. At least now you can't deny wearing them excites you."@@
Amy returns to a cheeky demeanour, and gives your penis a little poke through the panties.
You want to know if there's still any chance Amy will have sex with you. She sees your hopeful expression.
@@.girl;"Nuh-uh! We had a deal!"@@
You can't hide your disappointment. You spent the whole day wearing panties, got sexually assaulted by Rachel and had to walk with them soaked in cum. And now you have nothing to show for it.
Amy sees your defeated expression and takes pity on you.
She stands up and pulls you over to the bed.
You can't believe your luck. Is she really going to take pity on you and fuck you anyway?
Amy reaches under her dress and pulls down her panties. Your heart thumps and cock throbs as she throws them on the floor and climbs onto the bed.
Your mouth is dry as you breath heavily in anticipation of what's to come.
Amy swings her leg over your body and straddles your stomach. Your cock is practically bursting as you feel the weight of her body on top of you and the wet warmth of her naked pussy on your stomach.
@@.girl;"Now. I'll give you a //blowjob//, but you have to do something for me first."@@
You look at Amy in confusion. She isn't going to have sex with you?
@@.girl;"You really did have me all worked up today looking forward to this, so..."@@
She flips back some of the long hair that had fallen in front of her face.
@@.girl;"You're going to do //me//... and then I'll do //you.//"@@
You stare at her, still for a moment, breathing deeply. You can feel Amy's wetness slighty smearing on your stomach each time it rises and falls. She seems to be waiting for you to react.
You look her in the eyes and your mouth tries to form words but none come out. Amy gives you a small smile, and then begins shuffling up the bed.
She moves until the bottom of her dress is nearly covering your face. Then she lifts up the hem to reveal her tight, shaved pussy. It's already glistening with her juices. She moves up the last few inches, and then lowers it towards your mouth.
Your mouth and nose are filled with the taste and smell of Amy's pussy. You tentatively stick out your tongue to lick between her wet lips, and receive some sweet sticky nectar.
Amy moans quietly in response. You stick out your tongue again and begin moving it up and down over Amy's pussy, pushing it more confidently against her lips.
Amy gasps on top of you thanks to your stimulation. You keep going. Before long shes grinding her pussy against your tongue and face, more and more, coating it in her juices as she gushes.
@@.girl;"~Ah! ~Haah! ~Mmmh!"@@
Amy's now loud moaning fills the room, bombarding your ears with the sound of her sexual pleasure. Your cock twitches and throbs in your panties, getting off on Amy using your tongue to reach ecstasy. You shove your face deeper into Amy's quivering snatch, hungry for more.
@@.girl;""Oh my go- ~AaaAH!"@@
Amy bucks her hips violently, as if trying to envelope your entire face in her pussy. She squeezes her legs together, locking your head in a vice. Her entire body shakes as she cums hard.
@@.girl;"~AHHH! Yes! ~AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!"@@
Her screams are deafening.
Finally, her body goes relaxes and after a few more breathy moans she climbs off you and lays next to you on the bed. You gasp for breath as you find your mouth and nose free again. Amy had unintentionally begun suffocating you in her orgasm.
Amy tries to say something but is also completely out of breath.
@@.girl;"Th- Thanks... Matt... That was... good..."@@
She smiles at you and strokes your chest while you both continue to recover.
Amy looks down at your crotch, and giggles breathlessly.
@@.girl;"I guess you don't need the blowjob..."@@
You hadn't even realised it but at some point you'd completely creamed your panties for the second time today.
You start to blush again in embarrassment, but Amy strokes your head reassuringly.
@@.girl;"Don't worry about it, Matt.@@
After a little cuddle, you get up, grab your clothes and go [[get yourself cleaned up|FourthMorn]].
<</if>>\<<set $dayCount = 3>>\
The next couple of days you have some introductory lectures to attend for your course. They're technically optional, but you have nothing else to do and you want to get your university life started off on the right foot. Although... you're not sure that's entirely possible any more, given what's happened the past few days.
As you get ready to go out you visit the bathroom and find Amy has left you something. A pair of white lacy panties with a note:
@@.girl;//''For Matt, Love Amy xxx''//@@
<<if $woreSecondPanties or $woreSecondPantiesAmy>>\
@@.hero;//I suppose I did ask for them...//@@
You feel yourself becoming aroused at the thought of wearing panties for Amy again.
@@.hero;//It is kinda hot... I don't really want to say no...//@@
You slip on the panties and [[continue with your day.|FourthAft]]
@@.hero;//Is this the same deal as yesterday, or does she think I just like wearing them now?//
[[Wear your normal underwear.|FourthAft][$fourthNoPanties = true]]
<</if>>\She pulls at your panties and wiggles them down just enough to free your cock.
It springs out, stiff and throbbing gently.
@@.hero;//Oh no, I'm way too excited again...//
You start to warn her but she interrupts.
@@.girl;"It's OK, Matt. Just relax."@@
Amy starts by lightly kissing the underside of your shaft. Your cock twitches in pleasure. She gives a little giggle.
@@.girl;"I love how sensitive your are. It's almost like some oversized clit."@@
You're too horny to figure out if you should be weirded out by that comment.
Amy kisses the very tip of your dick. It writhes in response to the sudden stimulation. As she pulls away again, a few strands of precum stretch to her lips before breaking off.
Finally, Amy pushes her lips against the tip of your cock again, this time letting it slide into her mouth. The warmth and wetness of the inside of her mouth almost immediately sends you over the edge. You feel Amy's tongue glide over and around the head of you penis in her mouth and with a loud groan of pleasure you start gushing.
Amy continues lightly sucking on your tip as it convulses and pumps hot cum into her mouth. She swirls her tongue around your tip mixing cum and saliva into a wet vortex of pleasure.
When she's finally finished milking your throbbing member, she pulls back, sucking the head of your penis clean.
She tips her head back and looks up at you with her mouth closed, smiling gleefully, and then swallows.You eat breakfast and head out early to make sure you can find where you're supposed to be in plenty of time.
<<if not $fourthNoPanties>>\
Wearing girly panties out and about is already beginning to feel normal for you.
You get to the lecture and sit through it, soaking in the information about the university, your course, tips on taking notes, etc. It's all pretty mundane stuff, but lecturer keeps it interesting by cracking the occasional joke and being generally enthusiastic throughout.
It's a new, odd environment for you. Definitely different to sitting in a school classroom like a bunch of kids.
After the lecture, a bunch of people stay outside chatting. Some groups look like they've all know each other their entire lives, which you think is odd. How did they get so friendly so quickly?
You don't really have a reason to hang around and chat yourself, and you've never been the sort to initiate conversation, so you just find yourself heading back home.
Home... Tonight will only be your fourth in your new room, but it feels like you've been there a lot longer. You guess it's true what they say about time passing being more about how many new experiences you have, rather than some arbitrary number of hours or days.
And you feel like you've had more than your fair share of new experiences, [[that's for sure.|FourthEve]]
You get back home. Amy and Rachel are sitting at the kitchen table having a cup of coffee.
@@.rach;"Hey, Matt. How's it going?"@@
<<if not $woreSecondPanties>>\
You give Rachel a death glare as you remember what happened the last time you saw her.
You're about to say hello, but stop when you see she's looking a bit cross with you.
@@.girl;"You didn't wear the present I gave you!"@@
You spot Rachel immediately grinning, apparently finding this amusing.
@@.hero;"Uh, well... I wasn't sure..."@@
You stumble over your words. You really don't want to talk about this in front of Rachel. Almost on cue, Rachel sucks in her breath and tuts.
@@.rach;"Oh dear, Matt. You should know when your new girlfriend gives you a present you're not supposed to throw it back in her face."@@
You blush slightly thinking about Rachel's choice of words.
@@.hero;"Can we talk about this later, Amy?"@@
@@.girl;"Fine... Come and have some coffee."@@
@@.girl;"Come and have some coffee!"@@
<<if not $woreSecondPanties>>\
You're not thrilled about spending time with Rachel, but you don't want to upset Amy so you sit down and she gets you some coffee.
You sit down and Amy gets you some coffee.
@@.girl;"So how was your first lecture?"@@
@@.hero;"It was alright. Pretty fun actually."@@
@@.rach;"You won't be saying that when you've got a hangover and only 3 hours of sleep."
"Amy got so bored of attending one of her classes once that she resorted to wearing a vib-"@@
You're a bit taken aback as Amy practically screams over what Rachel was trying to say. Rachel's just got her typical mischevious grin on.
@@.rach;"I'll tell you about it later, when she's drunk."@@
You have to admit you do find it a bit amusing when Rachel teases Amy, even though you know being on the receiving end [[isn't as pleasant.|FourthEve1]]You and the girls chat a bit longer, before Rachel says it's about time she was going.
@@.rach;"Oh, but first, I need to speak to Matt. In private."@@
You and Amy both give Rachel a wary look.
@@.rach;"Don't worry, Amy. I won't keep him long. Come on, Matt."@@
<<if not $woreSecondPanties>>\
@@.hero;//Please DO worry, Amy. For my sake...//@@
You let Rachel follow you into your room. You sit on the chair by your desk and she shuts the door.
@@.rach;"I just wanted to remind you that I'm sending my first report to Dad- Err, you know, this weekend."
"I'll need to come round on Saturday to do an assessment, so make sure you let me in. Actually, give me your phone number just in case."@@
@@.hero;//Why is she taking this so seriously? It's just supposed to be a formality...//
"Do you really have to bother with all that? Can't you just say I'm doing fine and leave it at that?"@@
Rachel puts her hands on her hips.
@@.rach;"No, I can't."@@
@@.rach;"Because. You're not //doing fine.//"@@
@@.hero;"What? What do you mean?!"@@
@@.rach;"I'm not arguing about this now. Are you going to give me your phone number or not?"@@
[[Give her your number.|FourthEve2][$gaveRachelNumber = true]]
You give Rachel your phone number.
@@.rach;"Good. We'll talk more about it on Saturday."@@
You don't want to give Rachel the impression she can just boss you about.
@@.rach;"Fine! I'll just get it from Amy."@@
Rachel storms off.
Amy doesn't have your phone number either. You keep forgetting to give it to her. Maybe that was for the best...
You're a bit worried what Rachel meant by "not doing fine." Maybe she was just trying to scare you into complying?
Amy is outside and catches the door before it closes.
@@.girl;"What was that about?"@@
You sigh. You still can't really tell Amy about the odd circumstances.
Amy frowns, looking worried.
<<if not $gaveRachelNumber>>\
@@.girl;"She seemed angry..."@@
You don't respond.
@@.girl;"I hope you two are getting along OK. I do worry about her sometimes..."
"I think she might be a little... jealous, y'know?"@@
<<if not $woreSecondPanties>>\
You remember Rachel saying as much herself. Right before molesting you.
@@.hero;//Jealous?! She's loving it!//@@
@@.girl;"It's just with you living here and... I think she feels a bit left out."@@
You consider Amy's words. You suppose it's not //entirely// beyond the realms of possibility.
@@.girl;"So //please// try and get along with her... For me?"@@
Amy gives you a hopeful smile. She doesn't fully understand just how difficult Rachel is making it to do that, but you just sigh again and say you'll try anyway. You don't want to worry Amy more.
@@.girl;"Thanks, Matt. You're the best."@@
She walks over and leans down to give you a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
She stands up and gives you a stern, almost motherly look, with her hands on her hips.
A small shiver runs down your spine as you realise she looks just like Rachel did a few moments ago.
@@.girl;"Why didn't you wear the panties I left you?"@@
You find yourself squirming under Amy's gaze.
@@.hero;"Well... I wasn't sure if... I mean... I wore them yesterday because we had that deal, but..."@@
Amy narrows her eyes.
@@.hero;//She looks so damn cute when she's angry at me...//@@
She tosses her hair dramatically and looks to the side.
@@.girl;"So! It was just a one time sexual favour, was it?"@@
@@.girl;"You got what you wanted, and now you're done?"@@
@@.hero;"No! It's just..."
"I don't really have to... keep wearing them... do I?"@@
You respond meekly, trying to wriggle out of the hole you realise you've dug yourself in.
Amy breathes out sharply through her nose and deflates slightly.
She look over her shoulder towards your suitcase. You still hadn't bothered to properly unpack yet. You see an idea form in her head as her lips briefly twitch into a smile.
Amy walks over to it and bends down. You catch a flash of her underwear under her short skirt as she does so. She retrieves the entire pile of your boxer shorts.
@@.girl;"I'm confiscating these! If you're //so// desperate to not wear what I've picked out for you on a particular day, then you can come to my room and beg for some!"@@
You start to protest, but she's already running out the door with your underwear, giggling madly.
She almost definitely would give you them back if you asked, but she's going to such lengths to get you to wear them... Unless you really need to wear your regular underwear, maybe you should just [[do what makes her happy.|FifthMorn]]
@@.girl;"So? Did you like what I picked out for you this morning?"@@
It takes you a few seconds to figure out what she's talking about.
@@.girl;"You completely forgot you were wearing them, didn't you?"@@
@@.hero;"Yeh, I guess so..."@@
@@.girl;"Maybe I need to pick something a bit more adventurous..."@@
Amy turns to leave the room as you're trying to figure out what exactly that means.
She hesitates when she sees your open suitcase. You still hadn't bothered to properly unpack yet.
Amy walks over to it and bends down. You catch a flash of her underwear under her short skirt as she does so. She retrieves the entire pile of your boxer shorts.
@@.girl;"You shouldn't be needing these any more!"@@
You start to protest. You don't want to completely give up on your regular underwear!
@@.girl;"Don't worry, Matt! I'm not going to throw them away! If you really //need// a pair, just come to my room and ask me for some."@@
You open your mouth to argue, but then just close it again. You figure you don't //really// mind. Like she said, you only have to ask her if you want them back.
Amy gives you a wide smile, and [[leaves with your underwear.|FifthMorn]]
<</if>>\<<set $dayCount = 4>>\
You spend the rest of the evening following up on some tasks that were suggested in the lecture earlier today. Making sure you can access your timetable on the university's internal network, and other things. After a while you get a bit distracted and end up just watching funny videos, but eventually it's time for bed.
The next morning rolls around and you've got one more introductory lecture to attend before the weekend. You get up and head to the bathroom.
Sure enough, Amy's left you another present. It's a thong.
You look at it nervously. It has, by a long way, the least amount of fabric of anything you've worn so far. But, eventually, you slide it on.
It feels strange at first, with the back of the thong riding up between your ass cheeks and slightly tickling the opening to your anus. You feel your cock stirring at the sensation and you're slightly worried you'll spend all day distracted by it.
@@.hero;//Maybe that's the point...//@@
When you put your jeans on, you can feel your naked cheeks against the inside of them. If it weren't for your cock lightly straining against the fabric at the front, and pulling the fabric at the back against your anus, you could swear you were wearing nothing at all.
It occurs to you how many more options women have when it comes to underwear. You'd never really thought about it until now, but wearing practically identical pairs of boxers every day was actually kind of boring...
You finish getting ready, and [[head out|FifthAft]]You head to your lecture and sit through it. This one is less to do with your specific course, and more general advice on how to make the best use of your time at university.
You find your new thong a little distracting at first, noticing it rubbing unusually when you shift in your seat to get comfortable, but get used to it surprisingly quickly. In fact, you're a bit disturbed when you catch yourself feeling a tad //disappointed// by the lack of excitement over your new underwear.
@@.hero;//What have those two ''done'' to me?//@@
The lecture finishes up with a reminder that you have plenty of time to get drunk and party throughout the year, so you don't have to go too wild this weekend and make your first actual week of classes harder than it already is.
You wonder if Amy or Rachel have any plans this weekend. Other than Rachel doing your "assessment," that is. You decide to ask Amy when you [[get home.|FifthEve]]You're disappointed to find Amy is nowhere to be found when you get back. At least, she's not answering her door if she is in.
@@.hero;//I really need to remember to ask for her number.//@@
You head back to your room and spend some time just messing about on your laptop. You play some games and watch a few videos, just trying to kill time until Amy showed up.
After a few hours, there's still no sign of Amy and you find yourself, for what seems like the first time this week, thoroughly bored. You put on some music and just lay down on your bed listening to it for a bit.
You're just wondering if you should quickly head out and buy some alcohol for tonight, just in case, when you finally hear activity in the house.
You get up and head to your door. You're cautious not to seem //too// eager for attention, so you wait a bit then go outside.
Amy and Rachel are in the hallway with some shopping bags, which you assume have some bottles of wine or some other alcoholic substance in them based on the sound of colliding glass coming from within.
Amy gives you a smile and says hello as she heads into her room, and Rachel does the same, shutting the door after her.
You stand in the doorway to your bedroom, unsure what to do. They didn't straight up ignore you, but there was no indication either of them wanted to stop and chat.
You'd kind of just assumed Amy would want to spend a //little// bit of time with you, or Rachel would have made an effort to tease you, or //something.// Surely Amy would have invited you to join them if she wanted you to...
You close your door again, and suddenly feel extremely lonely. Other than Amy and Rachel, you've not had much of an opportunity to make friends.
Maybe you should just give it a bit of time, and then if nothing happens you'll knock on Amy's door and ask...
You lay back down on your bed, and [[continue listening to your music.|FifthEve1]]
After about half an hour, you start to hear some commotion in Amy's room. Laughing, giggling, some shrieks, the occasional @@.girl;"Rachel!"@@
They sound like they're having a good time. Without you.
You finally decide it wouldn't hurt asking what they're up to and if maybe you could join them, so you get up and go to knock on Amy's bedroom door.
Rachel answers, only opening the door just enough to put her head through and blocking the view to the room with her body.
@@.rach;"Matt! Can I help you?"@@
You can see she's already a bit tipsy, but she's wearing what looks like pyjamas - a camisole top and some matching boyshorts.
@@.hero;"Oh, hey. I just could hear you in my room and... was wondering what you two were up to."@@
@@.rach;"Sleepover, Matt. No boys allowed!"@@
You can't help but feel disappointed they've decided to spend Friday night without you.
@@.hero;"Well, I am //technically// a female on paper."@@
You say the words quietly without thinking them through. Death himself uses your spine as a xylophone, sending an ice cold chill up and down it as you see Rachel's enormous grin.
@@.hero;//Why the hell did I say that...//@@
Rachel delivers each word slowly and deliberately.
@@.rach;"That //is// true. I //guess// we can allow you to join us."
Rachel pauses dramatically. You wonder if there's enough time to run away.
@@.rach;"You //have// to play the part. That means doing as I say, and //no// arguing."@@
"Actually, I think I might just lea-"@@
As you speak, you turn to retreat back to your room. Rachel quickly reaches out and somehow grabs you by the waistband of your jeans, pulling you back with surprising force, and nearly pulling the jeans themselves down.
She speaks in a hushed tone, still grinning scarily.
@@.rach;"Now, now. Aren't you bored stiff all on your own? Wouldn't you prefer to spend the evening getting drunk with two cuties in nothing but their nighties? Anything could happen..."@@
@@.hero;//With you Rachel, that's kind of the problem...
Still, I am really bored. And I'm already wearing a thong, so how much worse can it get? Amy wouldn't let Rachel do anything ''too'' outrageous, right?//@@
[[Join the sleepover.|FifthEveSleepover][$fifthSleepover = true]]
[[Not worth the risk.|FifthEveRoom]]@@.hero;"OK, I'll join you..."@@
Rachel raises her eyebrows.
@@.rach;"...And you won't argue with me about playing along? I'm not going to put up with you pretending you're not enjoying yourself all night."@@
@@.hero;"As long as... Amy's OK with it..."
//I can always use her to bail me out if necessary.//@@
Rachel's eyes glimmer with delight and she opens the door to pull you in.
@@.rach;"Amy! Guess who's joining us!"@@
Amy looks confused.
You give Amy a nervous smile, already starting to regret this. You see she's also wearing some girly nightclothes, similar to Rachel's.
Rachel stands behind you with her hands on your shoulders, presenting you to Amy.
@@.rach;"Matt was so //desperate// to join in, I couldn't bear it to turn him down."@@
@@.girl;"Okay... Are you sure, Rachel?"@@
@@.rach;"Of course! Matt's sure too, aren't you, Matt."@@
Rachel begins squeezing your shoulders when you don't say anything.
@@.rach;"You sound a bit hesitant there, Matt. Could you speak up?"@@
Rachel squeezes as hard as she can, creating a sharp pain.
@@.hero;"Yes! I'm sure!"@@
You blurt out the words louder than you intended thanks to Rachel's sudden increase in pressure.
Amy's still staring at you, wide-eyed and apprehensive, as if struggling to believe you'd actually agree to this. You're somewhat struggling yourself. But then she breaks into a little giggle and smiles.
You feel a bit relieved that Amy seems happy to play along, but it also means you don't have a convenient excuse to escape.
@@.rach;"Now, Matt, let's start by getting you appropriately dressed. I'm sure Amy has a nice spare nightie, don't you Amy?"@@
Amy raises her eyebrows once again and looks at you, expecting to see you protest. When you only return an embarrassed look, she giggles again and happily hops to her feet to open her wardrobe.
@@.girl;"Let's see... I'm wearing my cami set, so I've got... some regular old pyjamas, a couple of nightshirts... and then there's just my lingerie... body, and babydoll..."@@
@@.hero;//How much nightwear do you need? I don't even know what half of those words mean! I usually just wear my boxers... well, panties now I guess.//@@
@@.rach;"Hmm... Those first two are a bit boring, but we might have trouble with Matt's... extra parts in a body. Show us the babydoll."@@
Your horror and Rachel's delight rise in tandem as Amy pulls out a [[bright pink babydoll nightie.|FifthEveSleepover1]] You're sure Rachel would spend all night just finding ways to humiliate you.
@@.hero;"I think I'll pass, sorry."@@
Rachel huffs and looks annoyed but lets you go.
@@.rach;"You'd probably ruin the mood being such an uptight //bore// anyway."@@
@@.hero;//Ouch... Not wanting Rachel to make me do embarrassing things doesn't make me boring... Does it..?//@@
You head back to your room and wonder if you should just go to sleep as you have nothing interesting to do.
@@.hero;//Shit, maybe I ''am'' boring.//@@
Eventually you decide it would be impossible to sleep with the girls making so much noise, and you really aren't tired yet anyway.
@@.hero;//I wonder what they're doing... They don't need to have a whole sleepover with nighties and stuff just to chat over some drinks...//@@
Your let your mind drift, imagining Amy and Rachel in their underwear, giggling and having pillow fights, comparing their boobs, talking about boys...
@@.hero;//I wonder if they're talking about me at all...//@@
It's frustrating to hear them having such a good time while you're stuck with nothing to do. You're beginning to regret not taking Rachel's offer when there's a knock at the door. You snap out of daydreaming and, after making sure you don't have an obvious erection through your jeans, [[answer it.|FifthEveRoom1]]It's essentially a fancy bra, but with a sheer material extending down like a little dress that would just about cover your underwear before stopping. Not that it helps as you can see right through the sheer material anyway. There's a little ruffle along the the top of the bra section, and a light trim around the hem of the dress part. Overall, it would look //gorgeously// girly and sensationally sexy on a girl like Amy.
@@.rach;"That's perfect! Matt is going to look //sooo cuuute.//"@@
Amy looks a bit unsure again, meeting your horror-filled eyes.
@@.girl;"Do you think so..? Matt, what do you think..?"@@
Amy's a saint. Thank god she's not just going along with Rachel's insane ideas.
You feel Rachel digging her fingers into your shoulders again and freeze.
@@.rach;"Well, Matt? Tell us what you think."@@
Rachel's grip remains painfully tight on your skinny shoulders. With the slightest bit of extra pressure, Rachel can turn the dull ache into a searing, sharp pain. If you try to say anything she doesn't want you to, she can stop you instantly. You're little more than a puppet.
@@.rach;"You think it's cute, don't you?"@@
You can at least answer that one truthfully.
@@.rach;"It's very girly, isn't it?"@@
Somehow you don't think the questions are going to stay this easy.
@@.rach;"Do you like things that are cute and girly, Matt?"@@
The nerves in your shoulders light up with agonising pain as you hesitate and Rachel punishes you. You grimace and force the word out through your teeth.
To your dismay, Rachel //doesn't// ease up after you answer.
@@.rach;"You want to //wear// something //cute and girly,// don't you?"@@
You tense your shoulders and desperately try to wriggle out of Rachel's hold.
@@.rach;"So, what do you want to say to Amy?"@@
The vague question throws you off and Rachel doesn't give you time to think of an answer. You cry out in pain.
@@.hero;"Aah! Please... I wan..t to wear it!"@@
Rachel finally stops squeezing your shoulders as hard, steadily releasing the tension, but doesn't let go completely, still holding you in place. Your cheeks are burning red from the humiliation, both from having to say those embarrassing things and from the fact that a girl like Rachel could so easily overpower you.
Amy stares at both of you, mouth hanging half open. It was completely obvious Rachel had just tortured every answer out of you. You look back at Amy, your slightly watering eyes begging her for mercy.
[[Surely she won't let Rachel get away with this...|FifthEveSleepover2]]Amy glances down at the ground for a second to think.
She looks back at you, puts on a kind smile and says sweetly,
@@.girl;"If that's what you want, Matt."@@
You can't believe it...
She is really going to pretend that Rachel didn't just force you to say all of that. She's going to help Rachel dress you in a girly nightie, even though she knows you don't want to.
Rachel senses your feelings of disbelief, and begins gently massaging your aching shoulders. She whispers in your ear, without any malice,
@@.rach;"It's OK, Matt. Just relax and have fun. It's over now..."@@
As your torturer gently comforts you, you suddenly find yourself struggling to control your emotions. A cocktail of shame, disbelief and loneliness, among other things, washes over you. In the end, you just feel defeated and exhausted by Amy's betrayal.
You remember the same thing happened before, when Rachel tricked Amy into thinking you were wearing panties of your own accord. At this point you expected that from Rachel, but Amy...
@@.girl;"C'mon, Matt... You need to get undressed."@@ Amy says in a motherly tone.
Still dazed, you don't move for a second. From behind, Rachel takes both your limp arms from behind and guides them round to the front of your body to the zipper on your jeans, sort of hugging you in the process. You feel like a small child being taught how to dress themselves.
You sigh deeply and give in, undressing down to your underwear.
@@.hero;//Might as well just do what they want...//@@
Rachel gives a smirk as she sees your thong.
@@.rach;"Wow, Matt. I'm impressed."@@
You blush, realising you hadn't even thought twice about revealing your underwear to Rachel.
@@.rach;"They look good on you. Very sexy."
"Actually, they might be a little //too// sexy for an //innocent, girls-only,// sleepover."@@
You look over at Amy, wondering if she minds Rachel just oggling your crotch like this. Amy's got her arms crossed with a hand on her chin, staring at your thong, as if considering what to do.
@@.girl;"Hmm... I think I've got something that will do the trick."@@
Amy hands Rachel the babydoll to free her hands and then rummages around in a draw for a moment.
She pulls a pair of panties out of the draw and [[triumphantly displays them.|FifthEveSleepover3]]@@.rach;"Oh my god, Amy! They're perfect!"@@
Amy's holding a pair of bright pink hip-hugger style panties that will match your lingerie. They have ruffles all over them and a large pink bow decoration.
@@.rach;"Let's go, Matt! Put them on!"@@
Amy and Rachel gather around you excitedly holding your new outfit. You feel your face flush again at the attention.
@@.hero;//I guess, in a way, I did ask for this...//@@
With another little sigh, you hook your thumb into the waistband of your thong. You pause, feeling suddenly self-conscious.
Rachel grins at your hesitation.
@@.rach;"Don't worry, Matt! We're all girls here!"@@
Before you can react, Rachel tugs the thong down so it falls to the floor. Your penis springs out, half-erect.
@@.rach;"There, see? Easy."@@
Amy giggles and you find yourself blushing harder. Despite your embarrassment (or is it //because// of it?) your cock gets even harder, growing into a full erection.
@@.rach;"Ugh, Matt! That's not very ladylike, is it!"@@
Amy starts having a small fit of giggles as she hears Rachel's reaction to your involuntary reflex. Rachel slaps the tip of your cock and it wobbles, making Amy laugh even harder, doubling over and leaning against the wall to keep herself from falling over.
Despite part of you wanting to hate this whole experience for being so embarrassing, Amy's laughter is so infectious that you find yourself cracking a little smile. You catch Rachel smiling too, even though she was trying to act stern over your unfortunate erection.
@@.hero;//Well, at least someone's having a good time...//@@
After a while Amy calms down and the girls help you get dressed. Amy pulls up your frilly pink panties and Rachel throws the babydoll over your head.
It feels odd and a bit exciting to be wearing such a feminine garment. You'd basically gotten used to wearing panties, but you remember when you first wore Amy's you got a similar fluttery feeling.
@@.rach;"There. I knew you'd look gorgeous! Although..."@@
She looks pitifully at the empty, formless material around you chest. Amy finishes Rachel's sentence.
@@.girl;"You need boobs!"@@
Amy loudly blurts out what everyone was silently thinking and all three of you burst into laughter.
Rachel and Amy decide there's not much they can do about it but are satisfied that you are now suitably dressed. You finally all sit down on the floor, on some of Amy's pillows, to calm down and have a drink.
@@.girl;"Hmm, maybe we should have gotten Matt drunk //before// we made him dress up like that."@@
You all let out a chuckle again and you realise you can't possibly stay mad at Amy, even if she did side with Rachel.
You end up sitting and chatting for a while and just enjoying each other's company. The girls do make fun of you and your girly getup a few more times but you're relaxed enough now for it not to bother you and just play along.
Eventually, Amy and Rachel decide it's time for bed and, even though you protest (only //half// in jest), they [[send you back to your own bedroom.|FifthEveSleepover4]]You lie down on your bed, the room spinning slightly from the effect of the alcohol. You ended up drinking quite a lot by the end of the night. You still haven't quite figured out your personal limits.
You're about to pull up the blankets and go to sleep, when there's a small knock at the door.
You drag yourself out of bed to answer it. It's Amy.
@@.girl;"Hey, I hope you weren't asleep already... Can I come in for a minute?"@@
You leave the door open for Amy but immediately go back to lying on your bed, suddenly feeling a bit dizzy standing up. It's a pleasant surprise when Amy curls up next to you. She strokes your hair affectionately and speaks to you softly.
@@.girl;"I hope you had fun tonight."@@
@@.hero;"Yeah... I did actually."@@
@@.girl;"Sorry I didn't invite you... I wanted to give Rachel the chance for some time alone with me since, like I told you, I thought she was feeling left out."@@
Amy smiles warmly and continues stroking your hair.
@@.girl;"No, it's okay! I think this worked out better anyway. Now that I think about it, there was no reason to exclude you just to make Rachel feel included."@@
You smile at Amy, enjoying the intimacy of sharing the bed with her.
@@.girl;"Also... I hope you're not too upset at me for letting Rachel... you know..."@@
You were having so much fun the rest of the night you almost forgot Amy totally betrayed you.
@@.girl;"I know Rachel is a big meanie but I'm sure she wouldn't make you do anything she knows you won't like...
It's hard at first, but being bossed around by her can be really fun. You had more fun when you stopped fighting her... right?"@@
You can't deny just going along with Rachel was a lot less painful than the alternative this time, but...
@@.girl;"Then again, maybe you secretly love it when she's trying to hurt you."@@
You're too drunk and tired to figure out what parts, if any, of what Amy said could be true.
Amy gives you a little kiss on the forehead.
@@.girl;"By the way, you can keep the nightie if you want."@@
You give Amy a sarcastic look, thinking she's teasing you. But you see she's actually being sincere.
@@.girl;"You don't have to, but I don't need it so you might as well..."@@
Amy cuddles up close to you and you relax feeling the warmth of her body against yours. Before you know it, [[you're fast asleep.|SixthMorn]]<<set $dayCount = 5>>\
You wake up in the morning to find Amy gone. She must have left after you fell asleep.
You're still wearing your pink nightie. You find the sensation of waking up in something so incredibly girly very arousing for some reason, and you lie still for a few minutes just enjoying it.
You look at the empty little cups on your chest and wonder for moment what it would feel like to have the boobs to fill them up. It's not that you'd actually //want// boobs, but... maybe if you could just try them for an hour or two...
You're awoken from your daydreaming by a knock at the door. You get up and briefly consider putting on some actual clothes before answering.
@@.hero;//Amy and Rachel saw me wear this all last night anyway...//@@
You just open the door dressed as you are. It's Rachel. She smirks when she sees you.
@@.rach;"Morning Matt. Still enjoying your cute nightie I see."@@
You still blush at Rachel's comment.
@@.hero;"I, uh, just got up."@@
@@.rach;"Oh, really..."@@ she says doubtfully.
@@.rach;"Didn't fancy taking it off before sleeping though, hmm?"@@
You blush even more as you realise the thought really didn't occur to you.
@@.hero;//Why does she have to tease me... It was her idea...//@@
You decide to deal with your aching erection and then try to get some sleep. For some reason, part of you is tempted to just rub your cock where it is right now and just blow into your thong, but eventually you decide to just use some tissues and not have to bother cleaning that mess up. Thankfully, the girls don't make much more noise, so you manage to drift off.
You wake up the next morning and head to the bathroom. You're half way through relieving yourself when it occurs to you that Amy hasn't left any panties like she normally does.
@@.hero;//Maybe she hasn't got up yet...//@@
Then you suddenly remember that Rachel was sleeping over last night. And you just walked out of your room in nothing but a thong.
You panic a bit and quickly finish up. Then, after a quick check that the coast is clear, sprint back to your room. Luckily you didn't encounter Rachel, but you still have no clean underwear...
You decide to just keep the thong on and get dressed, then you can go ask Amy without worrying too much about Rachel.
You're just about done dressing when there's a knock at the door. It's Rachel.
Rachel's practically beaming.
@@.rach;"You missed one hell of a sleepover. Although, I guess you had a //front row seat// to the highlight of the night, right?"@@
You can see Rachel thought that whole dare business with Amy was hilarious. You smile, but manage to also feel a bit embarrassed for Amy.
@@.rach;"Anyway, since I'm already here this morning I figured we could get that little assessment out of the way. Amy's gone out, so we have the whole place to ourselves."@@
You'd almost forgotten that Rachel actually wanted to bother acting out the charade surrounding your "special gender status."
@@.hero;"Oh... Do we have to?"@@
Rachel looks annoyed.
@@.rach;"Yes, Matt. We do."@@
Rachel smirks again.
@@.rach;"Don't feel the need to get dressed just for me though."@@
She pushes her way into your room, and with a sigh you decide you'll just have to [[humour her.|SixthAssess]] It's Amy. She's looking sheepish and a bit embarrassed.
@@.girl;"Hi Matt... Um... Can you... help me with something...?"@@
Down the hallway behind Amy, you spot Rachel poking her head out at the bottom of Amy's bedroom door. She's clearly visible, but obviously trying not to be. You respond to Amy with apprehension.
@@.hero;"Sure... What do you need..?"@@
Amy gasps mid-word and jumps slightly. Her face turns a brighter shade of red. You can see Rachel struggling to stifle laughter, nearly falling out of Amy's room into the corridor.
@@.girl;"... Can I come in?"@@
@@.hero;//Is this some kind of dare? Why is Amy acting oddly?//@@
You wave Amy into your room and she gasps again as she enters, nearly falling over, but you manage to catch her.
@@.hero;"Are you alright...?"@@
@@.girl;"Y-Yeah. Just a... little drunk."@@
You notice Amy is breathing heavily, her face still scarlet. You guide her over to your bed to sit down. She jumps suddenly again and drops a marker pen on the floor, which you pick up.
@@.hero;"Amy?"@@ you say, concern in your voice.
@@.girl;"I'm fine! I just n-need..."@@
Amy closes her eyes, trying to compose herself, still breathing fast and heavy.
@@.girl;"Write... on my back..."@@
Amy pleads with you, almost yelling, eyes still closed and squeezing her legs together.
You sit next to her on the side of the bed, and she turns her back towards you so you can write on the skin showing near the top.
@@.hero;"OK... What do I write?"@@
Amy scrambles backwards and upwards, gasping loudly, as if she saw some huge spider or something by her feet. She ends up sitting on your knee, straddling your thigh.
@@.girl;"~Haah Ah~ ... S-Slut."@@
She finally gets the word out with a stutter. With her sitting in this position you can feel a steady vibration on your leg... coming from Amy's crotch. The truth finally dawns on you.
Amy's wearing a vibrator. She's gasping and moaning and falling about because it's been vibrating in her pussy! You guess Rachel has some kind of remote to control the intensity from the other room, making Amy jump and squirm on command.
@@.girl;"~Hah Aah Ooh~"@@
Amy's apparently given up trying to hide it, gasping and moaning quietly, and gently rubbing on your thigh. You feel your cock instantly harden as you realise Amy is getting off right on your knee.
You start writing the word 'SLUT' on her back, which is difficult with Amy's slight rocking and trembling. Half way through you feel the vibration intensity increase and Amy squeezes your thigh between hers.
She moans with her lips closed. Your cock throbs in its thong.
You finish off writing the word on Amy's back and she screams loud enough to be heard throughout the house.
Predictably, Rachel doesn't stop.
Amy screams in pleasure as the vibrator goes ballistic, audibly buzzing loud enough to hear across the room. She squeezes tightly with her thighs and bucks her hips violently, lurching up and down, forward and back, riding your leg as she explodes in bliss.
The buzzing stops, and after a few seconds more of grinding on your knee Amy relaxes and leans back against your body, trying to catch her breath.
Amy slowly stands up, rather awkwardly.
There's a visible smudge on your thigh where Amy's wetness must have soaked right through her panties. Without another word she runs out of your bedroom, leaving you alone with a gently throbbing, aching hard cock. [[At least you didn't make a mess in your thong...|SixthMorn]]Rachel takes a seat at your desk. She has a bag with her, which you assume she used to bring fresh clothes and other essentials in for staying overnight. She pulls and little notebook and pen out and sets them neatly on the desk. To your absolute incredulity, she even pulls out a pair of smart reading glasses and sets them on the end of her nose. You half expect a suit jacket or a lab coat to come next.
@@.hero;//You've got to be joking. She can't be taking this that seriously.//@@
Rachel swivels around to face you, takes a big breath and then gives you a professional looking smile.
@@.rach;"Alright, Matt. Please take a seat."@@
Rolling your eyes slightly you sit down on the end of your bed.
@@.rach;"Now, as you may remember Daddy- er... Oh, you know I mean Dr. Dickson when I say that."@@
@@.hero;//She's already given up on the professionalism!//@@
@@.rach;"As Daddy told you, I will be overseeing your gender transition from male to female, ensuring that you are serious about progressing and that you have the tools and support you need along the way."@@
@@.hero;//Yeah, yeah. Then I tell you I "feel like a woman," and you pretend to believe me.//@@
@@.rach;"We shall be meeting like this each and every week to discuss your progress, and actioning any interventions that may be required to ensure that you are going in the right direction, and that you don't lose access to the special support provided by the university."
You feel like asking if you really have to bother with all this again but instead just shake your head, not wanting to make this take any longer than it needs to be.
@@.rach;"Good! Then we shall begin by reviewing your first week, and discuss an action plan after that."@@
You roll your eyes again, but Rachel is too busy fiddling with her notebook and doesn't seem to notice.
@@.hero;"Actually, Rachel. I do have a question. Can't you just talk to me like normal, instead of pretending to be some... doctor, teacher or whatever."@@
Rachel frowns, peering over her glasses.
@@.rach;"I think it helps set the correct tone."@@
@@.hero;//What does ''that'' mean?//@@
@@.rach;"So, is there anything specific you'd like to tell me about your week? Do you have any relevant thoughts or achievements you'd like to share about your transition?"@@
You stare blankly at Rachel. You're sure she knows practically [[everything you did this week already.|SixthAssess1]]@@.rach;"Good. I'm glad you're not silly enough to test me."
"However, like I said, I need //confirmation//. Proof that you are going to try."@@
@@.hero;"... How am I supposed to give you that..?"@@
Rachel gives a sly smile that makes you physically shiver. She reaches into her bag, and pulls out a little transparent plastic bag - the kind that has a reusable seal. She hangs it in front of you. Inside, there is a single pill.
@@.hero;"... What's that?"@@
@@.hero;"I meant what's in it?"@@
@@.rach;"I know what you meant. Now, I //can// read you the ingredients and chemical compounds that make up this particular pill to answer your question, but I think what you really meant to ask is //what does it do?//"@@
Rachel stops holding the bag up so ominously and instead starts playing with it in her fingers as she explains.
@@.rach;"It's not fully out of testing yet, but almost. So don't worry, it won't kill you. It just takes forever for new drugs to be approved."@@
You wonder if Rachel is beating around the bush intentionally to build tension.
@@.rach;"It also doesn't have a good name yet."@@
@@.rach;"Essentially, it will make you a //tiny// bit more... feminine."@@
@@.rach;"You take the pill, and by tomorrow morning you will be just that little bit more... //girly//..."@@
@@.hero;"What does that actually mean, though?"@@
@@.rach;"I'm not trying to be vague, Matt. It's a little bit like hormone replacement therapy, but... different. Less complicated in a way."@@
This day is going from bad to worse. First Rachel threatens to evict you, now she actually wants to turn you into a woman with some experimental drug.
She sees your horrified face.
@@.rach;"Look, it's not as bad as you think. You're not going to grow //boobs// or start... malfunctioning //downstairs.// Not from //one pill,// anyway. But you might feel... a little bit more //open// to trying certain things, and maybe a tad less //hung up// on masculinity."
"Honestly, Matt, it's a blessing in disguise. You'll see."@@
@@.hero;"Is it... permanent?"@@
Rachel rolls her eyes.
@@.rach;"Well... Yes... But the changes will be so subtle that I doubt you'd even notice them if you weren't actively looking for them."
"I could slip this in your food and while you might feel a bit funny at first, you'd eventually just get on with it and be fine. And before you ask, no, I haven't been secretly drugging you. You've come this far all on your own."@@
She gives you a smile as if that's supposed to make you feel better.
@@.hero;"I'm not sure..."@@
Rachel looks a little annoyed but sympathetic.
@@.rach;"Matt, I'm sorry, but this isn't a debate. You //have// to take the pill, or I //will// have no choice but to write my report to Daddy and get you evicted. Neither of us wants that."@@
@@.hero;"You could just... not do all this..."@@
Rachel stays silent but looks stern. She's not going to back down.
@@.hero;//If the changes really are that subtle... It is only one tiny pill... If it means not getting kicked out, and staying with Amy... At least until I can figure a way out of this...//
"Fine, Rachel... I'll take it..."@@
@@.rach;"Good. And as I'm feeling generous, I will count this as your punishment for this week's poor behaviour."@@
She takes the pill out of its bag and hands it to you. You reluctantly take it, and swallow.
@@.rach;"Also, I'll make an exception this time, but I want to make it clear that from now on you are not to question any tasks I set for you, or you will be punished."@@
You're about do exactly what Rachel just warned against, but stop when she gives you a deathly glare.
@@.rach;"And with that, I think we're done for today."@@
Rachel puts her things away in her bag. Your head is spinning. You can't quite believe it all. Rachel's been bossing you about from your first day, but now it's almost official...
As long as I'm here, [[I'm basically Rachel's bitch.|SixthAssessPill1]]Rachel deflates with a sigh when she hears your words and looks genuinely sad.
@@.rach;"You're right that I'm not heartless, Matt, but I already explained that love is more than just doing what someone else wants right now."
"I'm genuinely sorry I put you in this position when you weren't ready to believe my conviction, but now I have to follow through."@@
Rachel takes her stuff and leaves. You try to stay calm, knowing this could be part of the bluff, but Rachel never returns.
You get an email the next morning from Dr. Dickson. He says he's very sorry to hear that your arrangement was unsuccessful. You try emailing back to explain your version of the situation, but Dr. Dickson can't be swayed. You get another email from the accommodation centre telling you the date you will be forcibly evicted.
You do manage to find another room to rent in the city. It's not ideal, but you can get to your classes. You desperately try to stay in touch with Amy but Rachel makes it practically impossible to have any sort of relationship with her.
You complete your university course and get a half-decent job. Your life is nothing special but you're mostly happy. You struggle with staying in relationships with women. Many simply get bored of your relationship with them after a time, and end up being unfaithful.
Sometimes, when you're feeling a bit down you take a walk and think about what life might have been like if you'd made different choices. And sometimes, when you take that walk, you're secretly wearing panties.
@@color:orange;Congratulations on obtaining the ''Bittersweet Ending'' for trying to call Rachel's bluff and getting evicted. Thank you for reading this far.
As much as I hope you've enjoyed finding this ending I //do// hope you <<back "reconsider your last choice">>, and find out what life might have been...@@@@.hero;"Nothing that you don't already probably know about, Rachel..."@@
You spot Rachel's act slip as the corner of her mouth twitches into a smirk for a few milliseconds.
@@.rach;"... Tell me anyway."@@
@@.hero;//Oh for fuck's sake.//@@
You're so frustrated with Rachel wasting your time like this that you just rattle off every embarrassing girly activity you partook in this week without a second thought.
@@.hero;"Well, I wore Amy's panties out to a bar on my first night here. The next day I told Dr. Dickson I feel like a girl inside<<if $dQuestBodyMod>> and that I might even consider physical changes<</if>>. Then I wore panties again \
the same day when we went out for a meal\
the day after for the whole day out shopping\
, and again all day yesterday.\
and ended up wearing them all day, every day, ever since.\
And finally I had a girly sleepover with you and Amy and ended up wearing what I am now.\
Oh, and I used Amy's fruity shampoo once when I forgot to bring my own.\
Rachel looks both stunned at the straightforward response, and as if she's trying to hold back a laugh. Then she composes herself and clears her throat.
@@.rach;"Well... That's all very //nice,// Matt, but... not exactly what I'm looking for."@@
@@.hero;"What? Then what the hell //are// you looking for!?"@@
Your annoyance has hit its peak and you practically shout your question at Rachel. She maintains a calm poker face.
@@.rach;"Well, let's go through observations on my end, first."
"Firstly, you've maintained a very reluctant attitude towards //all// of my requests this week, even if you eventually capitulated. \
<<if not $woreSecondPanties>>\
You refused to wear the panties I so graciously retrieved for you on your second day here. \
<<if not $fifthSleepover>>\
Last night you neglected to take the opportunity to take part in a girly sleepover, even though you were invited. \
<<if not $gaveRachelNumber>>\
And when I asked for your phone number to arrange this meeting, you refused to cooperate by giving it to me. \
And now you are losing your temper and raising your voice at me."@@
You give Rachel an exasperated look.
@@.hero;//If the things ''I'' listed were irrelevant, then surely what Rachel listed is ''even less'' relevant.//
@@.rach;"So what I'm saying is, there is significant room for improvement."@@
You maintain your incensed and slightly confused expression as you try to figure out Rachel's stupid game.
Rachel takes off her glasses and relaxes her shoulders.
@@.rach;"Matt, it's very simple. I know what is required in order for you to keep your special status. Clearly, //you// aren't entirely sure. So all you have to do is follow my advice whenever I give it."
"Now, it's your first week so any corrective punishment I provide will be less severe than usual, but we //do// need to talk about immediate intervention so I can be sure you are committed to this."@@
@@.hero;//Follow my 'advice'... punishment I provide... intervention...?//@@
Your face falls and heart sinks as you realise Rachel really isn't going to just you get away with keeping this 'process' as purely a bureaucratic facade. Worse still, she's making it all about doing exactly what she wants. It's as you feared.
You speak in a low, defeated voice.
[["So you really are blackmailing me..."|SixthAssess2]]Rachel frowns at your accusation of blackmail.
@@.rach;"No, Matt. I'm trying to help you."@@
@@.hero;"By threatening 'punishment' when I don't do what you say?"@@
@@.rach;"Is it cruel, or considered blackmail to punish a naughty child by taking away toys, or sending them to their room when they misbehave?"
"I would say it is cruel to let that child not learn the meaning of discipline and what is socially acceptable behaviour, so they go their whole lives struggling to hold down a job, or maintain relationships."
"Consequences for failure are required to help motivate you to succeed. You may resent me now for it, Matt, but I promise you one day you'll thank me."@@
You very much doubt it. You aren't a naughty child. You're a guy just trying to get through university.
@@.hero;"So... what? I don't do exactly what you say and you get me kicked out of this house?"@@
@@.rach;"Only if you also refuse to engage in any //corrective action.// Prove that you're sorry for not letting me help you and I can overlook some mistakes."@@
You can hardly believe your ears. You knew Rachel was... //devious//... but you never thought she'd stoop this low.
@@.hero;"And what if I tell Dr. Dickson, your father, about all this?"@@
Rachel just shrugs.
@@.rach;"I would //advise// you not to waste his time, and I doubt he would disapprove anyway."@@
@@.hero;//What?! You can't be serious. This is outrageous!//@@
@@.rach;"Besides, even if he did decide I was mishandling you, that would only leave you without someone to work with that he can trust. You //might// get me in trouble, but you're shooting yourself in the foot too."@@
She might be right there... You already asked Dr. Dickson for someone other than Rachel and he refused.
You don't know what to do... Tell Amy maybe? But the situation is so absurd she might not believe you. Your only escape option from being under Rachel's thumb seems to be the one that gets you evicted.
@@.rach;"Don't worry, Matt. We'll take it one step at a time. If you ever reach a point where things are really too difficult for you //then// you can decide to tap out and leave."
"But until then, you want to stay here with Amy, don't you? You've only been here a week, but I can see you are enjoying yourself. Things won't change much. All I've done is set some ground rules."@@
Rachel essentially has the power to evict you on a whim, but unless she actually goes through with using that power, you can stay. It's true she can't //make// you do anything. You just have to weigh up if something's worth doing to not get kicked out.
@@.rach;"Now, having said that... I do need //some// confirmation, //right now,// that you're going to take this seriously. I'm not wasting my effort and patience on fixing any early mistakes unless I know you're actually trying and not just testing whether I'll go through with getting you kicked out."
"So if you're thinking about trying to 'call my bluff', do it now."@@
Although you hate to admit it, you really don't think Rachel is bluffing. You think she will follow through with her intentions to end your 'special contract' with Dr. Dickson and ultimately get you evicted. There's a tiny chance Dr. Dickson might be able to help you even with Rachel working against him, but you know in your heart that won't happen.
[[I believe you, Rachel... I won't try to call your bluff.|SixthAssessPill]]
[[You're not heartless, Rachel! You wouldn't really do that to me!|BitterSweetEnd]]Rachel stands up and looks down at you sitting on the bed, dejected and defeated. She sighs sympathetically and puts a hand on your shoulder as she sits down next to you, trying to be reassuring.
@@.rach;"Don't worry, Matt. I only made it sound strict and scary so you took what I said seriously. I don't want to make you miserable."@@
To your surprise, Rachel pulls you in for a little hug. Despite it being entirely Rachel's fault that you feel like this, it does make you feel a bit more hopeful.
@@.hero;//Maybe she knows she's gone overboard... Maybe she'll change her mind...//@@
Rachel stops hugging you and seems to snap back to her usual self, jumping up off the bed with some renewed energy.
@@.rach;"Alright, Matt. Enough moping! We've got things to do!"@@
You look up at her with curiosity.
@@.rach;"You don't have plans, right?"@@
You open your mouth and quickly try to think up a reason not to spend more time with Rachel but your hesitation tells her what she needs to know.
@@.rach;"Didn't think so!"
Rachel points at you and wiggles her finger a bit. She's clearly trying to cheer you up by acting excessively energized. You can't say it isn't entirely working.
<<if not $gaveRachelNumber>>\
@@.rach;"I still need your phone number."@@
She pulls her own phone out of her pocket and you tell her your number. There's little point in not giving it to her now. She enters it into her phone.
She hesitates for a second and then pulls her phone out of her pocket and starts tapping at it.
After a few seconds more she puts it away again.
@@.rach;"I've sent you a text so you've got my number, in case you need to contact me about anything."@@
Your phone buzzes on cue as the text arrives. You doubt you'll voluntarily be contacting Rachel any time soon, but [[keep that thought to yourself.|SixthAssessPill2]]@@.rach;"And you need to get dressed."@@
@@.rach;"Well, //I// wouldn't mind you staying in that cute thing, but I'm not going to make you. Lucky you."@@
You shiver at the thought of Rachel making you actually go outside wearing your nightie, and not because it would be cold.
You look down at your already fully clothed self.
@@.hero;"I //am// dressed..."@@
Rachel speaks in mock confusion.
@@.rach;"Oh? But how can that be, when... I have your //panties//?"@@
Rachel gives her signature smirk and teasing tone.
@@.rach;"Last night Amy told me all about the cute little underwear arrangement you have."@@
Your look of shock widens Rachel's grin.
@@.rach;"Oh don't blame Amy, poor thing. Spills all her secrets with a little alcohol."
"Still, aren't you a lucky boy to get a new pair of panties every day... I convinced her to let //me// pick out what you're wearing today."@@
Rachel pulls some panties out of her bag and presents them to you. They're a red bikini cut. On the back they have the word 'Sexy' in a white girly script and a white lipstick stain graphic. She throws them to you, and you read the word on the back out loud to yourself.
@@.rach;"Aww, do you think so?"@@
She gives a little giggle at her own bad joke.
@@.rach;"Well, put them on then. Let's see if they're still telling the truth when you're wearing them."@@
You carefully pull off your babydoll nightie and stand in front of Rachel in your pink ruffle panties. She already saw you naked last night, but today feels different. Rachel is alone, arms crossed, watching you undress mere minutes after taking the time to spell out how much power she has over you. You feel extremely vulnerable. But do you have a choice?
Reluctantly, you pull off your t-shirt. You begin to unbutton your jeans, but then hesitate. When you went to the bathroom you were worried about being spotted in just your thong by Rachel, and now... Rachel has you to yourself, standing dominantly, watching you undress mere minutes mere minutes after taking the time to spell out how much power she has over you. You need to take back some control. But do you have a choice?
@@.rach;"Matt? What are you waiting for?"@@
[[Just do what she says without thinking about it.|SixthAftPlug][$sixthAftPlug = true]]
[[Tell her that you feel uncomfortable.|SixthBaby]]
[[Ask her to give you some privacy.|SixthBaby]]
<</if>>\You take a deep breath, and just pull down your panties. You feel your flaccid penis and balls unfurl slightly in the free, open air.
Then you slip on the panties Rachel gave you and pull them up. The feel slightly tight, but other than that just like the other bikini style panties you've worn.
@@.rach;"Mmm. Give us a twirl, Matt."@@
You turn on the spot so Rachel can see you from every angle.
You're a little embarrassed about Rachel having you 'model' like this for her. You're acutely aware of her eyes on your groin, taking in every detail.
@@.rach;"Now, do a sexy pose!"@@
You awkwardly try to pose in a vaguely seductive way.
@@.rach;"I said a //sexy// pose, Matt! Like this."@@
Rachel steps up and guides your limbs and body into a provactive posture. Your knees are together, slightly bent, with your hands resting on them. You arch your back so your ass sticks out, and you look over your shoulder.
@@.rach;"Oh my god! You're a natural, Matt."@@
You blush slightly at the compliment, well aware that being a 'natural' at posing like a sexy girl isn't something you personally want to be proud of.
@@.rach;"Seriously. From this angle, I can't even tell you're a guy. If I were a dude, I'd totally fuck you."@@
Again, Rachel's 'compliment' leaves you feeling completely emasculated.
@@.rach;"It's a shame you'll have to take them off again."@@
@@.hero;"What do you mean...?"@@
@@.rach;"We need to do something else, first. Before you put them on."@@
@@.hero;//What is she talking about...? I don't like the sound of this.//@@
@@.rach;"C'mon, take them off."@@
You begin to take off the panties you'd just put on. As you do, Rachel starts rummaging in her bag again. She pulls out a couple of items, and turns to face you with a grin. She's holding some lube, and a [[small metal butt plug...|SixthAftPlug1]]<<if $fifthSleepover>>\
You give Rachel a meek, apologetic look.
@@.hero;"I'm sorry, Rachel... I just feel really uncomfortable."@@
Rachel looks surprised at your admission. Then lets out an exasperated sigh and steps towards you. She speaks in a suitably mothering tone.
@@.rach;"Honestly, Matt, you're such a baby."@@
She kneels down and firmly, but gently, tugs down your panties.\<<else>>\
You stand up straight and look at Rachel.
@@.hero;"Can you at least give me a bit of privacy?"@@
Rachel narrows her eyes.
Rachel steps towards you and slaps you.
@@.rach;"Have you already forgotten what I told you about about questioning what I ask you to do!?"
Rachel's unexpected violence has left you stunned. She didn't hit you particularly hard, but the shock of it has your eyes watering and you respond meekly,
@@.hero;"... I'm sorry..."@@
Rachel lets out an exasperated sigh and looks a bit apologetic. She speaks to you in a mothering tone.
@@.rach;"Honestly, Matt, you're such a baby."@@
She kneels down and firmly, pulls down your jeans, pulling the thong with them.\
You close your knees together slightly in response to your sudden nakedness. You feel your flaccid penis and balls unfurl slightly in the free, open air.
@@.rach;"There. See? Nothing to be shy about."@@
Rachel stands back up and then sits on the very edge of the bed with an arm reaching out towards you.
@@.rach;"Now, come here."@@
Already naked, and not wanting to disobey Rachel<<if not $fifthSleepover>> again<</if>>, you comply silently and take her hand. She guides you up next to her and the bed.
She wraps one arm around just under your backside and reaches across with the other to pull you over her lap. You end up on your stomach, over Rachel's knee, with your ass fully exposed.
@@.rach;"If you're going to act like a baby, then I will punish you like a baby."@@
Rachel raises her arm, and then spanks you. Hard enough for it to sting, but not especially painfully. Lying over Rachel's lap, completely nude and vulnerable, you find yourself becoming... aroused. Rachel spanks you again, the same as before. Your body resting on hers, and her hand spanking your bare ass, your cock slowly starts to become erect.
Rachel spanks again, and again, and again. It's not long before your cock is fully erect, pressed against Rachel's outer thigh. A dull pain begins forming from the repeated hits to your backside.
//''*SMACK* ... *SMACK* ... *SMACK* ... *SMACK* ... *SMACK* ''//
The sound of rhythmic spanking fills the room as the pain steadily increases. Your cock, rock hard now, rubs pleasurably against Rachel's thigh with each hit, and you enjoy the sensation with your eyes closed.
Rachel's rhythm remains the same, but she begins steadily applying more force with each smack. Harder... Harder... //Harder!//
The pain increases exponentially until you cry out in pain as each successive agonising hit lands harder and lasts longer. You kick your legs, but Rachel holds holds you down so you can't escape.
@@.hero;"~Ah! ~Aah! ~Aahh! ~AH!"@@
You feel tears form in your eyes as the pain becomes too much. At the same time, your cock strains in pleasure, edging closer to release with each blow.
//''*SMACK* ... *SMACK* ... *SMACK* ... **SMACK** ... ***SMACK*** ''//
Your cries of pain conjoin together into one continuous gasping moan, breathing in and out with each excruciating smack on the ass, until...
With one, final, toe-curling thwack your cock reaches its limit and begins convulsing in ecstacy. Cum sprays onto Rachel's thigh and your body gently rocks on her lap. She stops spanking, and lightly rubs your bare back as you ride out your orgasm. The sensation of slowly fading pain mixed with overwhelming pleasure blows your mind, and you take a while to mentally recover even after your body stop shaking.
The room falls eerily silent without the sound of Rachel's regular spanking, and she speaks softly.
@@.rach;"Well. It looks like you've learnt your lesson. You won't hesitate when I ask you to undress in future, will you?"@@
@@.rach;"Is there anything you'd like to say to me? For helping you learn this lesson?"@@
@@.hero;"... Thank you..."@@
@@.rach;"I'm very glad you enjoyed your punishment, Matt... Would you like to get off my lap now?"@@
You roll off Rachel's lap and end up on the floor, your sore backside still slowly burning with pain.
Rachel examines her cum-stained thigh with distaste.
@@.rach;"It looks like we won't have time to do what I'd planned now, but never mind."@@
Rachel just gives you a little satisfied smile.
@@.rach;"It's okay. We'll do it some other time."
"Don't forget to wear the panties I brought you today."@@
You give Rachel a little nod, and with another little smile in return, she stands up to leave the room.
@@.hero;//What just happened...? And... why did it feel so good?//@@
You pull on the 'Sexy' red panties, your buttocks still stinging slightly against the tight fabric, and then get dressed. All the while your mind is focused on how amazing it felt to be spanked, moaning like a bitch in heat, [[across Rachel's knee...|SixthEve]]<<if $sixthAftPlug>>\
You decide to leave the butt plug in a bit longer. You figure you're probably not going to use it again unless Rachel forces you to so you might as well enjoy it a bit now. And who knows, maybe you'll score some extra points...
You continue enjoying the feeling of the plug filling you and pressing against the walls of your anus. After a minute or so, you find your hand wandering down to your panties and gently rubbing your cock through them. As it begins to harden, you pull it out over the waistband and start masturbating.
The feeling of the plug as you stroke your cock is amazing. As your dick throbs your asshole squeezes tightly on the plug, and when you finally explode into a wad of tissues your hole starts convulsing like crazy with your orgasm, enhancing the pleasure to a completely new level.
As you start to come down the butt plug, as always, keeps you feeling satisfyingly filled and ever so slightly aroused, even after the sensations from your cock are long over.
You also begin to realise that you haven't eaten today as your stomach growls angrily to be fed. So, still wearing the butt plug, you head downstairs to grab something to eat.
You decide that you've had enough of the plug in your butt, so you push down your panties and gently pull it out of your asshole. After a bit of a stretch, it easily pops out the rest of the way, leaving an odd empty feeling in its wake.
Although it looks relatively clean, you suppose you should definitely give it a wash before putting it away, so you head to the bathroom and rinse it with some soapy water before returning to your room, and hiding it and the lube away in your wardrobe.
As you were cleaning up you also realised that you hadn't eaten anything at all today, so you head downstairs to grab something to eat.
After getting dressed, ass still tingling lightly, you decide to get something to eat. You hadn't had any food since you got up this morning, so you head downstairs.
You get into the kitchen and make yourself something to eat. Before long you're wolfing it down in hunger. As you're finishing up, your mind drifts back to Rachel's ultimatum and the insanity that's already occured as a result.
@@.hero;//How the hell am I gonna survive a ''whole year'' of this...//@@
As you're worrying, you hear a key turning in the front door. Amy walks in. You're glad to finally see her after all that's happened, but you're still not sure you can really tell her anything she'll actually believe.
She gives you her usual glorious smile, but seeing it again only really makes the conflict in your head more difficult.
@@.girl;"Matt? Are you alright? You look a bit..."@@
In your worry you'd forgotten to actually respond to Amy's greeting.
@@.hero;"Oh, hi Amy! Yeah I'm... fine..."@@
You try to respond to match Amy's original enthusiasm but you can tell you've been completely unconvincing as Amy still looks a bit worried about you. She puts up another little smile, though and says,
@@.girl;"Okay. Um... Could you help me carry my bag up to my room? I've been lugging it about all day and it's really heavy."@@
She gestures to a bag on her shoulder.
@@.hero;"Oh, yeh, no problem."@@
Eager to help, you quickly stack your plate with the other washing and then have Amy hand you her bag. Despite what Amy told you it's not very heavy at all, but you follow her up to her room anyway.
@@.girl;"Thanks, Matt. I don't know what I'd do without you."@@
@@.hero;//There she goes again... Making it impossible for me to think of leaving...//@@
@@.girl;"Now, come over here and lie on the bed, face down."@@
You give Amy a worried look.
@@.girl;"Come on... I'm not going to hurt you! I want to give you something."@@
You're still on edge after what Rachel put you through, but you trust Amy and [[lie face down on her bed.|SixthEve1]]You stare at Rachel in pure horror.
@@.hero;"You can't be serious..."@@
Rachel gives you a stern look.
@@.rach;"Keep arguing if you want me to shove it up there without any lube as a punishment, Matt."@@
Rachel cuts you off and you fall silent.
@@.rach;"Good boy. Now, I want you to do your little pose again. Make sure you stick that butt out as far as you can."
Rachel shouts at you angrily when you don't comply straight away.
You resign yourself to your terrible fate, and pose like you did in the panties, ass as high as you can in the air.
Rachel squirts some lube onto the plug and uses her fingers to coat it in the clear slippery substance. Then she rubs her lube covered fingers together and walks to your rear.
@@.rach;"You look so cute like this, Matt..."@@
You jump as Rachel's cool, slippery finger finds your ass crack and begins slowly drawing along it. She finds the entry to your anus and holds a finger there, teasing the sensitive opening. She leans forward slightly to speak into your ear seductively.
@@.rach;"... sticking out your little butt... ready to be //fucked.//"@@
She pushes with her finger and it slides right into your tight asshole. You're suprised at how sensitive it is, and how you can feel the muscles in your hole expanding and contracting on Rachel's finger, as if trying to suck it further in.
Rachel does push further in, slowly moving her finger round and around in little circles, trying to loosen you up for the main event. Her finger goes deeper and suddenly you feel a jolt of sensitivity and pleasure shoot from from your prostate as Rachel's finger finds it.
She giggles and grins.
@@.rach;"You like that, don't you?"@@
There's another flash of white hot pleasure as Rachel's finger strokes it again and you let out a little gasp. Rachel giggles again. Then her finger withdraws from your asshole, leaving it feeling [[a little empty after its probing|SixthAftPlug2]].Rachel takes the butt plug and does the same as with her finger, running the tip up your crack until it finds an opening. It hovers there, the cold metal making your hole quiver slightly.
Rachel doesn't wait for an answer before gently pushing the butt plug against your anus, slowly stretching the opening wider and wider. Rachel's barely started entering your hole before it feels stretched wider than it ever has before, but it just keeps going.
Rachel stops pushing and holds the plug half way in. You can feel your opening desperately clenching over and over in futility as Rachel teases it. She leans over again close to your face.
@@.rach;"This is for making me raise my voice."@@
As she finishes the sentence you suddenly feel her push as hard as she can and a shock of searing pain eminates from your asshole as it's forced to widen far too quickly.
You let out a loud gasp and the plug sinks deep into you until it pops into place as your abused sphincter tightens around the smallest section of the plug, holding the rest inside and making you feel... //filled.//
The plug continuously presses against the inside walls of your anus. It's an alien sensation, uncomfortable at first as the muscles in your ass react by trying to push, then pull, then push again, trying to move the plug one way or the other to stop it from stimulating those most sensitive spots. But the rhythmic contraction only makes things worse, and Rachel keeps hold of the base of the plug, making sure you can't push it out.
Eventually you manage to just relax, accepting the feeling of constant pressure. But as if to spite your newfound calm, Rachel's finger gently wiggles the base of the plug for a second, causing pleasurable convultions all over again as the head of the plug rubs against the inside of your anus. Occasionally it glances your enlarged prostate, sending sharp jolts of over-stimulating pleasure throughout your body, though your penis remains completely limp.
You find yourself taking shallow breaths and sweating slightly.
@@.rach;"There's a good boy... Just relax.. You'll get used to it..."@@
You manage to relax again and Rachel cautiously takes her finger off the base of the butt plug, making sure it stays put in your ass.
@@.rach;"Now stand up straight..."@@
You ever so slowly stand upright, grimacing slightly at the sensitive sensation of the plug shifting with your movement.
@@.rach;"And put these on..."@@
She holds out the red panties low to the floor so you can step into them, which you do, again at a snails pace. Rachel pulls the panties up the rest of the way and you adjust them so they're sitting properly on your hips and butt. The tight fabric helps keep the butt plug [[feel secure inside you.|SixthAftPlug3]]Rachel gives you a satisfied smirk.
@@.rach;"There! So, how does it feel?"@@
It //feels// like someone stuck a metal ball up your ass, which they did. Sort of. But you think it would be unwise to make a snarky comment in your current situation, so you just say,
@@.rach;"See! Getting it in is the worst part, //especially// if you've been a //naughty boy.//"@@
You recoil as Rachel reminds you of the painful insertion experience she gave you.
@@.rach;"Okay, well, finish getting dressed then. We're going for a little walk."@@
Your heart sinks as Rachel reveals that you're going to have to keep the butt plug in, and even walk around in it, no less. Rachel grins when she sees the dismayed look on your face.
You know better than to argue. You carefully pull on some jeans, and a t-shirt. It feels like every movement you do with your body finds a way to make it to your ass, causing the butt plug to rub and stimulate your hole.
When your done, Rachel gives you a look of approval.
@@.rach;"Good. Let's go."@@
Rachel opens your bedroom door for your and indicates for you to go first. You walk awkwardly to the door, slightly bent over, like you really need the toilet.
@@.rach;"Matt, if you walk like that people with think there's something wrong with you."@@
@@.hero;//But there ''is'' something wrong with me...//@@
You reply snarkily within your own mind, but you also know Rachel is right, so you stand up straight and walk as normally as you can out the door with Rachel following you out.
The stairs down to the ground floor are another interesting challenge, but you are steadily getting used to anticipating and accounting for the discomfort, and eventually you're outside, on the street, wearing a butt plug.
Rachel leads the way and you go on a short walk around the university campus. It's a weekend so there's not many people about, but you're still constantly on edge, anxious that somehow someone will be able to tell what you're wearing. Although you do get used to walking with the butt plug in, it's not like getting used to wearing panties. Whereas you can almost completely forget about your girly underwear, you are constantly aware of of the plug filling your ass.
After a few minutes, you're already back home. You let Rachel in as she asks and go back to your bedroom.
@@.rach;"There. That wasn't to difficult, was it Matt?"
"Apart from some hesitation earlier, you've done very well today. As a reward, you can keep the butt plug and lube."@@
Rachel smirks as she sees you distinctly //not// jumping for joy over your new presents. She says in a sing song voice,
@@.rach;"//Thank you, Rachel! I love my new toy!//"@@
@@.hero;"... Thanks..."@@ is all you manage to muster, but Rachel seems happy enough.
@@.rach;"It's time for me to go now, so //if you want// you can take it out. No pressure, though!"@@
@@.rach;"See you later, Matt!"@@
Rachel finally leaves you to yourself. You lie down on your bed, practically exhausted from all the stress she put you through, and close your eyes for a bit.
You've still got the butt plug in, and now that you're just lying still and not constantly worrying about Rachel you have to admit it does feel a bit nice. You play with it for a bit, just by using the muscles in your anus, to gently massage the inside walls.
@@.hero;//I suppose I could get used to this, but right now...//@@
[[Take the butt plug out.|SixthEve]]
[[Leave it in for a bit longer.|SixthEve][$sixthAftStillPlug = true]]Amy sits next to you and puts her hands on your shoulders. She gently begins to massage them, pushing out all the tension and worry in them. After a while, she moves her hands down your back and then under the bottom of your shirt. You shift a bit to help her push it up as she massages your back, and then you just take it off completely.
Amy continues to work on your back like an expert masseuse. As her fingers rub over your skin, all the built up tension and worry is washed away to pure calming bliss. You close your eyes and let Amy gently massage you to cloud 9. So relaxed... so peaceful...
You feel like you're almost about to nod off completely when Amy starts carefully pulling at your jeans. <<if $sixthAftStillPlug>>A part of you panics as you still have the butt plug in. If she pulls off your panties she'll see it, but... You're //so relaxed//... You don't know if you could move even if you tried... You don't //really// mind Amy finding out...<</if>> You let her pull them down, and the panties with them. <<if $sixthAftStillPlug>>You feel her hesitate slightly as she sees your plug, but then she just continues without a word.<</if>>
Amy massages your legs just as she did your back. <<if $sixthAftStillPlug>>Then she gently massages your butt and you feel the plug shift pleasantly as your cheeks are rubbed. Amy can't resist giving the base of your plug a little wiggle with her finger, and you let out a low moan into the pillow.<<elseif not $sixthAftPlug>>Then she gently massages your butt. As she rubs your cheeks, the last lingering soreness from your earlier spanking is relieved.<<else>>Then she gently massages your butt, firmly rubbing your ass cheeks and making them as relaxed as the rest of your body.<</if>>
Finally her hands leave your body, which is practically melting into the bed below, and she lies down next to you. She gives a kind smile.
@@.girl;"I didn't know you like that sort of thing."@@
She nods towards your plugged butt.
@@.hero;"Oh... Yeah... I guess..."@@
You're a little embarrassed, but mostly still too relaxed to care.
@@.girl;"So, are you going to tell me what's got you all so stressed today?"@@
You realise you must have looked more worried than you thought downstairs for Amy to bother doing all this for you. You really wish you could just tell her everything but you're sure she'd struggle to believe you. Plus, Rachel probably wouldn't like it if you tried. Perhaps you can [[settle on a compromise...|SixthEve2]]@@.hero;"I had a... disagreement with Rachel..."@@
Amy doesn't say anything, waiting for you to continue.
@@.hero;"She keeps... asking me to... do things... And then gets mad when I don't want to..."@@
Amy looks thoughtful.
@@.girl;"Things like... wearing a butt plug?"@@
You look at Amy is surprise. She doesn't already know what Rachel is up to, does she?
@@.girl;"Oh, no offense Matt, but you're far too... inexperienced when it comes to this sort of stuff to be buying your own butt plug. It's much easier to believe Rachel put you up to it."@@
@@.girl;"And... why don't you want to do those things?"@@
You're not sure that's the right question. Why should Rachel get to make you do anything at all? But you answer it anyway.
@@.hero;"Because... They're... embarrassing, and... weird, and..."@@
You're not comfortable telling Amy about the sexual nature of the requests.
@@.girl;"So, like... sexual things...?"@@
You look at Amy in surprise.
@@.hero;//What? Why would she say that?! She doesn't already know what Rachel is up to, does she?//@@
@@.girl;"Oh, no offense Matt, but Rachel's been taking shots at you since day one because you're so... inexperienced when it comes to this sort of stuff."@@
You stare at Amy with an open mouth. You're not sure whether to be insulted, relieved or... what? You can't believe Amy just seems to think this is no big deal.
@@.hero;"And that's... //Okay// with you??"@@
Amy looks briefly confused by your question as if thinking "Why wouldn't I be?" but then apparently understands.
@@.girl;"Ohh, you mean... You want to know if I'm jealous or something...? About you and Rachel doing... sexual stuff?"@@
Your heart feels ready to implode at the idea that Amy doesn't see you anywhere close to the way you see her.
@@.girl;"Again, no offense Matt, but I'm not worried about Rachel. You //reeaaally// aren't her type."
"Rachel just uses sex to tease you because you get so easily flustered. It's not the same as... us..."@@
A wave of euphoric relief washes over you. You're not sure you'd so easily agree with Amy if the situation were reversed but to hear her simply acknowledge that you're more than a toy to her brings you an overwhelming amount of joy.
@@.girl;"If it helps you, don't worry about upsetting me when dealing with Rachel's shenanigans."@@
It doesn't exactly solve the problem of being Rachel's plaything, but knowing Amy will always support you takes a [[massive load off your shoulders.|SixthEve3]]Amy gives you a kiss as you both lie in her bed.
@@.hero;"I'm not... //that...// y'know... //awkward// when it comes to sex... am I?"@@
Amy raises her eyebrows and gives you a knowing look.
Amy sits up on the bed and you turn over so you can still easily see her. She pulls off her shirt in one motion and then starts fiddling with the zipper on her skirt. Your heart rate immediately skyrockets and your cock stands to attention in record time as you see Amy's colourful, lacy bra cupping her ample breasts.
Amy removes her skirt and throws both it and the shirt off the bed. You see her beautiful matching lacy panties curving under her smooth body through the tantalizing gap between her perfect thighs. Your cock is already straining in anticipation. <<if $sixthAftStillPlug>>As it gently throbs the plug in your ass sends waves of pleasure through your body.<</if>>
Without pausing, she climbs on top of you, straddling you, hovering just above your agonizingly erect cock. Then she gives you a sexy smile, bites her lower lip, and pushes her still pantied pussy against the underside of your cock.
You cum immediately. Fountains of white cream spurt out of your cock and onto your own chest and stomach. Amy holds her groin against your cock as it shoots, making sure it all goes the same direction. <<if $sixthAftStillPlug>>Your plug once again enhances the pleasure as your hole squeezes it over and over.<</if>> Finally it stops, and Amy carefully dismounts with not a drop of your seed on her.
Amazing as it still felt, you do see Amy's point.
@@.hero;"It's not my fault you're too sexy... You cheated by biting your lip like that..."@@
Amy giggles gleefully.
@@.girl;"Glad to see you're still in high spirits, though."@@
She kisses you again, longer this time. Almost long enough for your penis to start up again for round two. But then Amy stops and gets some tissues to wipe your chest and stomach.
@@.hero;//No matter what, I can't let Rachel beat me.//@@
You gather your clothes up and, with another quick kiss, say goodnight to Amy, then head to bed. You decide to take the butt plug out before sleeping, so you gently pull it until it pops out and leaves you with an odd empty feeling. You wash it up in the bathroom, then [[head back to sleep.|Morn7]]
You gather your clothes up and, with another quick kiss, say goodnight to Amy, then [[head to bed.|Morn7]]
<</if>>\<<set $dayCount = 6>>\
For the first time since moving to university, you have a restless night.
You wake up several times in cold sweats and a raised heart rate, but you can never remember what you were dreaming about before you woke up, every detail slipping away just as you think you've got it. One time you wake up and notice your face is slightly wet, as if you'd been crying. But eventually, your exhaustion keeps you from waking up again until the following morning.
Thanks to your bad night, you wake up much later than you normally would, even on a weekend. As you check the time on your alarm clock you're aware of the very familiar feeling of morning wood as your cock strains in the same red panties Rachel gave you yesterday. But there's something else that's bothering you, that definitely isn't normal.
Under your covers, you feel... ticklish. It's like your bedding has been replaced with something much more hairy or feathery and it's slightly irritating your skin. You can particularly feel it around your chest.
You sit up and pull off the covers. Apart from feeling a bit cold, everything seems normal. Feet, legs, panties, stomach... chest... There's something off with your chest... You look down and... your nipples, they're erect... It happens from time to time when you're cold but... not like this... These nipples are //straining// from your chest, sensitive to every little air movement, and what's more... they are noticeably bigger.
Still in a daze, you climb out of bed to take a better look in the mirror. They are definitely bigger. Slightly wider and longer when erect, too. You also notice the skin underneath feels a bit... looser. Not unusually so, but not as taught as it used to be. Somehow...
Then it hits you like a screaming freight train. The pill.
@@.hero;//How the hell did I forget Rachel's stupid pill!?//@@
You breathe deeply in shock, your swollen nipples rising and falling with each breath. You stand there, completely paralyzed.
@@.hero;//What do I do?!//@@
After a few minutes of frantic thinking, the only thing you can think of doing is to [[call Rachel.|Morn7-1]]You find your phone and dial Rachel's number. She's the only one who knew what that pill was. You have to get her to fix this.
Rachel picks up.
@@.rach;"Matt? What's up?"@@
@@.hero;"You need to get over here, quick! I woke up this morning and I think I've had some kind of reaction to that pill you gave me!"@@
@@.rach;"Okay, just calm down, Matt-"@@
@@.hero;"//I can't calm down!!//"@@
You hear Rachel give a little sigh.
@@.rach;"Fine, I'll be over right away."@@
A thought suddenly occurs to you.
@@.hero;"How are you going to get in the front door? I can't leave my room!"@@
@@.rach;"It's fine, Amy gave me a spare key. See you in a minute."@@
She hangs up, and you sit down on your bed, still breathing heavily in your panic.
After a few minutes, you manage to calm down and start breathing normally again. You're still more than worried, but at least you're not on the verge of losing it completely. There's the sound of the front door opening downstairs and you hear Rachel's footsteps coming up until there's a knock on your door.
You let her in, still only wearing just your panties.
@@.rach;"Alright, Matt. What's wrong?"@@
@@.hero;"I woke up this morning and... look!"@@
You gesture towards your chest. Rachel stares blankly.
@@.rach;"What am I looking at?"@@
@@.hero;//Is this a sick joke?! It's obvious!//
"Look! My nipples!"@@
Rachel takes a closer look.
@@.rach;"They look a bit swollen..."@@
@@.hero;"//Swollen?!// They're //huge!//"@@
Rachel furrows her brow.
@@.rach;"Well, they are a bit big... for a guy's..."@@
You can't believe Rachel's treating this like it's no big deal.
@@.hero;"Well, what are you going to do about it?!"@@
Rachel raises an eyebrow.
@@.rach;"Matt, I don't know what to tell you. I said that after taking that pill you'd wake up this morning a little bit more feminine. In this case it seems you've got some slightly larger, more feminine nipples."@@
You'd been denying it. You were hoping it was some terrible mistake that could be fixed. But Rachel spelling out the obvious fact of the situation shatters that hope completely.
You begin crying. Tears fall from your eyes as you let the truth sink in. How could this happen?
@@.rach;"And that seems to be the hormones kicking in. It'll be at it's worst now. Later on today your body will balance out a bit and you'll feel more normal, don't worry."@@
Rachel continues without sympathy as if you are majorly overreacting. You're still crying and struggle to get your words out through heaving breaths.
@@.hero;"You said... You said I wouldn't grow boobs..."@@
Rachel finally delivers a slightly sympathetic look.
@@.rach;"I said you wouldn't grow boobs from //one pill.// And you haven't, you've just got some slightly bigger and better nipples."@@
@@.hero;"How... How is this b-better?!"@@
Rachel reaches out and for a moment you think she's actually going to hug you, but she doesn't. Instead she places her hands on your chest, gripping slightly under your arms. With one thumb, she strokes upwards and lightly brushes your erect nipple.
Even as light as it was, the touch sends a shockwave right through your body and you gasp slightly in surprise. She strokes it again, a little more firmly, and again a pleasureable jolt zaps from your nipple and tingles slightly down your body and groin. Rachel strokes your other nipple and you gasp again as the same thing happens.
You've stopped crying and are now just breathing heavily again, completely caught off guard by the new sensation.
Rachel gives a slightly smug smile.
@@.rach;"See? Fun, aren't they?"@@
You don't respond, still recovering from the confused mess of emotions in your head.
Rachel uses her thumbs to play with your nipples more, varying the speed and pressure of her little strokes. It feels like there's a physical line of pleasure between each nipple, down to your belly button, and into your groin. It's not long before your cock is mostly hard just from Rachel stroking your nipples.
She gently pushes you back towards the bed and you lie down on it. Rachel casually straddles your waist without sitting on you and continues touching your nipples with her fingers. She strokes them, flicks them, teases little circles around them. Each time a jolt of pleasure shoots down your body.
Rachel lightly squeezes a nipple between finger and thumb and instead of a jolt, it sends a steady electric stream of pleasure pulsating through your body. You let out an involuntary little moan and your cock twitches like crazy as you buck your hips slightly. Rachel gives a little smile as she sees your face light up and your body moving.
Rachel takes both your nipples and begins gently rolling them between her fingers and thumbs. The stream of pleasure doubles, travelling through your entire body, and suddenly your cock is desperate for release. Rachel keeps rolling and gently squeezing and stroking, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm.
Finally, sensing you are close, Rachel squeezes both nipples quite a bit harder than before. The sudden sensitivity explodes outwards, flashing through your body. You gasp, buck your hips and grip the bedsheets as you orgasm with what feels like your entire body. The sensation of your cock unloading into your panties barely registers compared to the contractions of pleasure in your chest and abdomen.
After it's over Rachel releases your, now slightly sore, nipples and climbs off the bed.
@@.rach;"There. Now you wouldn't want to take your old ones back even if you could."@@
You still find yourself tongue tied, lost in your own little world of confusion and euphoria.
@@.rach;"You might find they stay hard for a while. Again, by the end of the day they should sort themselves out... hopefully. If there's nothing else, I'll get going."@@
She leaves you lying on the bed, panties creamed, [[trying to recover.|Aft7]]After a minute or so of just lying in the wake of your incredible orgasm you decide you should at least do something about the sticky situation in your panties. You head to the bathroom and get washed up.
Amy's left you a pair of new panties as per usual. They're just some grey bikinis with a bit of white lace trim. You're a bit disappointed they aren't something more colourful like lime green or pink, but you can't really complain as they're free anyway. As you put them on, part of you feels uneasy, like something isn't quite right, but you just shake it off. You've got enough real problems to deal with right now to worry about imaginary ones.
You head back to your room in your new panties and get dressed. Your hard nipples rub up against your t-shirt and quite clearly poke through it unless you hunch over a bit to keep it off your chest. You decide you're probably not going to risk going outside with them like this and hope Rachel's right about them going down later.
You head downstairs and get some brunch. Amy seems to have gone out again this morning which is good in a way because you don't have to worry about keeping your nipples hidden, but also gives you the time to worry about how to explain them to her when she finally //does// inevitably see them...
For now, you head back to your room. While you're over the initial shock of your new nipples, you're not sure you agree with Rachel about not wanting to undo them. She said the drug was permanent, but maybe there was some way to undo it.
You try to do some research online. Unfortunately, Rachel never told you the name of exactly what she gave you and you just end up with some general information on gender reassignment treatments and a surprising amount of porn. You feel your nipples ache needily as you trawl through the erotic content and send shivers through you whenever they rub against the inside of your shirt.
@@.hero;//I guess they do feel nice... It's just ''hiding'' them...//@@
You figure you could always wear a bra, but you don't exactly have the breasts to fit one...
@@.hero;//Also, there's no way I'm going to start actually wearing bras! Why did I even think about that?!//@@
You're just about to give up your search when you hear the familiar sound of the front door of the house as someone enters. It's probably Amy, and you still haven't thought of a decent excuse for the state of your chest.
You hear Amy come upstairs and enter her own room. You thought maybe you got lucky and she wasn't going to bother seeing if you were in and saying hello, but then there is indeed a knock at the door.
You consider pretending that you're not in, but that would probably just leave you trapped in your own room all night trying not to make a noise unless Amy left again. It's not really a viable plan.
It might just be better to tell her you're busy. Or you //could// just hope she doesn't notice...
[[Tell Amy you're busy.|Aft7-1][$aft7tellBusy = true]]
[[Just hope she doesn't notice.|Aft7-1]]<<if $aft7tellBusy>>\
You get up and open the door a little way, planning to tell Amy that you're busy. Unfortunately, as soon as you start to open the door, Amy bursts into the room, nearly knocking you over.
You get up to open the door for Amy, hoping that she just won't notice anything's different. As soon as you start opening the door, Amy bursts into the room, nearly knocking you over.
Amy immediately gives you a big hug, squeezing you tightly. Then she giggles.
@@.girl;"Sorry! I've just been so //bored// today, I couldn't wait to get back and hang out. I know it's my fault for being out all day today and yesterday, but still..."@@
You're still a bit taken aback by Amy's energetic greeting.
@@.girl;"So watcha up to?"@@
@@.hero;"Uh... Nothing... I mean... Nothing interesting... I'm... busy..."@@
You nearly botch your excuse and Amy gives you an exaggerated sad pout.
@@.girl;"Too busy even for me...?"@@
You feel a bit guilty for lying.
@@.hero;"Uh... Nothing, really."@@
@@.girl;"So, wanna have some fun?"@@
You try to figure out if Amy means fun or //''fun.''// Getting undressed would be a sure way to having your little secret discovered.
Amy doesn't say anything. She's staring at your chest.
When you notice, you try to hunch your shoulders over to hide your protuding nipples, but it's too late. And by trying to hide them you've given away to Amy that you're aware of them too.
@@.girl;"Matt...? Were those your... nipples?"@@
@@.hero;//Shit, shit, shit! What do I do?!//@@
[[Play it cool. Pretend they were always this way.|Aft7-2][$aft7playCool = true]]
[[Tell Amy you just woke up to find them this way.|Aft7-2]]<<if $aft7playCool>>\
@@.hero;"... Yeah... Why?"@@
Amy looks a bit unsure of herself.
@@.girl;"Well... They looked a bit swollen... I've never seen them stick out like that before..."@@
@@.hero;"I mean... It happens... If it's cold, or whatever."@@
@@.girl;"Yeah, but... Can you take your shirt off for a second?"@@
@@.hero;//Crap. If I refuse she'll know I'm hiding them and if I don't then it'll be obvious! I guess if I'm trying to play it cool...//@@
@@.hero;"Oh... Yeah, I woke up this morning and they were a bit... swollen.@@
Amy looks a bit worried.
@@.girl;"They looked more than a little bit swollen, Matt. Can you take off your shirt so I can see?"@@
You think about making some excuse not to but it would probably just make Amy more worried and determined for you to do it. She was going to see eventually anyway.
You take off your shirt and reveal your enlarged nipples. Amy studies them closely, and you can feel yourself blushing at her gaze.
@@.girl;"Matt, they //definitely// look way bigger than before, and not just because they're hard."@@
You don't respond, unsure how to keep up the act in the face of the obvious truth.
@@.girl;"And you just... woke up with them like this?"@@
@@.girl;"Maybe you should go to the doctor's or something."@@
Amy reaches up and gently touches one of your nipples. You recoil slightly due to the sensitivity.
Amy let's out a little @@.girl;"Huh"@@ and a curious smile before trying to look serious again.
@@.girl;"Sorry, it's just... They're like //girl// nipples."@@
You feel yourself blush harder as Amy unknowingly stumbles upon the embarrassing truth.
@@.hero;"Can I put my shirt back on now?"@@
@@.girl;"Oh, yeah. Sorry Matt, I was just a bit worried. You //should// probably get them checked out, though."@@
Although you're sure that most doctors wouldn't even know where to start with your 'problem', you tell Amy that you'll get it looked at by //someone// and not to worry.
Not really in the mood for messing around, you spend the evening with Amy just chatting and occasionally using your laptop to show each other something funny or interesting online.
As it's your first day of real classes tomorrow, you also decide to [[get an early night.|Morn8]]<<set $dayCount = 7>>\
Thankfully, by the next morning your nipples are no longer constantly on full alert and have calmed down like Rachel said they would. They're still quite sensitive, though, and you're concerned about them popping up while you're in classes today so you decide to wear a hoodie just in case. As is the norm, of course, you found new panties from Amy (a thong again today) and headed to your lectures.
Although you've officially started now, the lectures are still all of an introductory style. They're just more specifically introducing particular topics that are a part of your course. You listen with relative interest and occasionally make a few notes. It's a much longer day than the Thursday and Friday were, but thanks to your early night last you make it through with energy to spare.
After your last lecture finishes, you [[head home|Aft8]]
As your last lecture finishes, you find yourself wondering what to do with the rest of the day. Normally you'd just go home of course, but after yesterday's shock you've been thinking it might be worth it to try to see Dr. Dickson again. Rachel made it sound like she wouldn't be too pleased with you if you did, but you can't just go on like this, can you?
[[Try to see Dr. Dickson|Aft8Dickson]]
[[Don't risk angering Rachel|Aft8Home]]*/You decide you need to see someone more qualified than Rachel to talk about what's happening. You can hardly believe you've pushed yourself this far alone already.
You don't have an appointment with Dr. Dickson, but you remember where his office is. Hopefully, if he's in, you can at least arrange a time to meet.
A luck would have it, you run into Dr. Dickson just as he's entering his own office, coffee in hand. He seems to recognise you.
@@.dick;"Ah! ... Matt, wasn't it? What brings you here?"@@
@@.hero;"Uhm, I was hoping we could have a chat about... y'know... Is there some time I can come see you?"@@
Dr. Dickson gives you a warm smile.
@@.dick;"I have a few minutes now, if you'd like? Come in and sit down."@@
You follow him in and take a seat.
@@.dick;"So what is it you'd like to discuss? I hear from Rachel you're doing quite well."@@
You do wonder what //exactly// he hears from Rachel...
@@.hero;"Actually... Rachel is the reason I came to see you."@@
Dr. Dickson listens patiently.
@@.hero;"You see, I was under the impression that this whole thing was just a workaround for letting me keep my room. But Rachel..."@@
You try to think of how to delicately word your complaint, keeping in mind that Rachel is Dr. Dickson's daughter, but you can't think of one.
@@.hero;"Well, to be blunt, she's threatened to have me kicked out of my room if I don't do what she says..."@@
Dr. Dickson seems to consider Double-click this passage to edit it.When you get home, you hear the TV is on in the living room. You head inside expecting to find Amy, but it's not. It's Rachel.
@@.rach;"Oh hey, Matt. Good day?"@@
She smirks as she see's you were obviously not expecting her.
@@.rach;"Still in class, I guess."@@
@@.hero;"... So why are you here?"@@
@@.rach;"Wow, Matt, that's cold. I came to see you of course!"@@
You close your eyes, hoping that when you open them again Rachel will have magically vanished.
@@.rach;"How are your new little love nubs doing?"@@
It didn't work. You have to remember to ask Amy exactly why Rachel has a key to the house.
@@.hero;"Do you want something from me, or can I just go to my room?@@
You're not in the mood for Rachel's idea of small talk.
@@.rach;"You can go to your room. But I'm coming with you."@@
Rachel follows you [[up to your room.|Aft8-1]]@@.hero;"So what do you want, Rachel?"@@
Rachel gives you a stern look.
@@.rach;"Well for a start I want less of that //attitude.//"@@
Despite still being angry at Rachel, you try to calm yourself down a bit. Pissing her off would only make things worse for you.
@@.rach;"I know you're mad about the pill thing but it's done now."
"... Did Amy find out yet?"@@
@@.hero;"Yeah... She was worried..."@@
@@.rach;"Well, it's a shock now obviously but, I promise Matt, they'll grow on you."
"...Uh, poor choice of words..."@@
Rachel does seem to look at least a tad sympathetic. You both stand awkwardly in silence for a few seconds.
@@.rach;"Right. Anyway, I need you to get undressed."@@
You give a little sigh and comply, wondering how this //already// felt routine.
Rachel produces a tape measure out of her coat pocket and kneels down in from of your flaccid member.
[[Uhm, what are you doing?|Aft8-2]]<<if $sixthAftPlug>>\
Rachel grins in delight as you agree.
@@.rach;"Get on your knees."@@
You do as she says.
You have no other choice than to do what she says.
@@.rach;"Now, sit on your legs and hold your hands behind your back."@@
Again you comply, thrusting your new girly nipples towards Rachel, and looking up at her.
<<if $sixthAftPlug>>Rachel takes her hand and slides it down the front of her pants.<<else>>Rachel stows the butt plug and lube back in her pocket for now, and then slides a hand down her pants.<</if>> You see her mouth open slightly and let out a small breathy sigh as she inserts a finger into her pussy. You can't help but be turned on and your cock strains for attention, though your current position makes it appear significantly smaller.
Rachel tends to herself for a few seconds, while smirking down at your eager look. Then she removes her hand from the front of her jeans and holds out two fingers, glistening with her juicy wetness.
@@.rach;"Open your mouth, and stick out your tongue."@@
She commands and you follow, sticking your tongue out. Rachel runs her fingers over your tongue, wiping her sweet girlcum on to it. She holds them by your gaping mouth.
@@.rach;"Now suck them."@@
You slowly envelope Rachel's sticky fingers into your mouth, sucking gently and running your tongue over them to clean them of their juices. You suck as far as you dare and then draw your lips off her fingers and swallow the sweet taste.
Rachel continues holding her fingers close to your lips. After a moment, she pushes gently against them again, and you're forced to take them into your mouth again.
Rachel begins slowly moving her fingers in and out of your mouth as you suck on them, gently fucking your face with her fingers. After a few more seconds, she finally pulls them free again. She gently strokes your cheek, leaving a small trail of your own saliva.
Your face burns red with embarrassment as you think about the lewd act you just performed for Rachel.
Rachel pulls the butt plug and lube back out of her pocket and gives them to you.
@@.rach;"Tomorrow. Don't forget."@@
Then she leaves the room [[without another word.|Eve8]]<<if not $aft8fingerSuck>>\
@@.rach;"Oh well, your loss..."@@
Rachel shrugs, and turns to leave. As she does you hear one more thing.
@@.rach;"Remember! Butt plug. Tomorrow."@@
<<include BlueBallsEnding>>Rachel is obviously trying to make measurements of your penis.
@@.rach;"What does it look like, moron? Try not to think of sex or boobs or whatever. I need you soft."@@
Almost as soon as Rachel says the words, you struggle to think of anything //but// sex.
@@.rach;"For fuck's sake, Matt!"@@
Your cock is already swelling.
@@.hero;"It's not //my// fault..."@@
@@.rach;"Well, whatever, close enough."@@
Rachel stands back up and puts the tape away.
@@.hero;"What was that for?"@@
Rachel grins, a glint in her eye.
@@.rach;"You'll find out soon enough."@@
You shiver slightly in nervous anticipation. Your cock continues to harden under Rachel's devilish gaze.
@@.hero;"So... Is that it...?"@@
<<if not $sixthAftPlug>>\
Rachel reaches into her deep coat pockets again and pulls out a couple of mysterious items.
@@.rach;"You were supposed to get these on Saturday, but because you were a naughty boy we ran out of time."@@
Rachel holds out the items for you to have a good look at them. She's holding a bottle of lube, and a small, metal butt plug.
You stare at them, then at Rachel, with a look of pure incredulity. Rachel gives a mischevious chuckle.
@@.rach;"Sadly, we still don't have time today to do some proper training before Amy is back, so this is your homework."
"I want you to wear this tomorrow while you attend your classes. I'll text you a time and place to meet during the day so I can check you've got it in."@@
You continue to stare, eyes wide, mouth open.
@@.rach;"No buts, Matt! You know our deal. The only 'but' I want to hear is yours being //plugged//."@@
You're scolded into silence.
@@.hero;//I can't have that ''inside me'' all day!//@@
But you're given no other choice. For now, you'll just take the plug and lube to keep Rachel happy.
You go to take your 'new toys,' but Rachel snatches them out of your reach, holding them close to her chest.
@@.rach;"Ah-ah! These aren't //gifts.// You'll have to //earn// them first."@@
@@.hero;//I have to earn the tools to my own torture?!//@@
@@.rach;"Luckily, I'm willing to give you the opportunity to do that right now."@@
As usual, you [[don't say a word.|Aft8FingerSuck][$aft8fingerSuck = true]]
@@.rach;"Why? Eager for //more?//"@@
@@.hero;//Crap, I should have just kept my mouth shut...//@@
@@.rach;"Actually, there is one more thing."
"I want you to wear your butt plug tomorrow while you attend your classes."@@
@@.rach;"I'll text you a time and place to meet during the day so I can check you've got it in. You had plenty of practice so I'm sure you can manage."@@
You don't bother arguing. You'll figure out how to deal with it after Rachel's gone.
@@.rach;"And... If you //really// want to get in my good books, there //is// something else you can do for me. Interested?"@@
You gulp. You're not sure if this is really just a request or if there will be some horrible punishment later for not choosing to do it.
[[Yes.|Aft8FingerSuck][$aft8fingerSuck = true]]
@@color:orange;Note: If you haven't yet played the game, either to its conclusion or until you're bored with it, I would ask you to do so ''before reading this page'' so its contents don't influence any initial critical thoughts. Thank you!@@
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Thank you for helping the development of the game. This page lists the personal concerns for which I most desire feedback, but any kind of feedback is welcome. As of this release, feedback should be left on the discussion thread on the TFGamesSite.com forums.
!!Spelling & Grammar
This one is pretty obvious, with one caveat. This game is written in //mostly// British English, but with many occasional Americani''z''ations. Honestly, the priority here is purely readability and consistency. If you notice any obvious easy-to-fix typos or grammar errors, let me know.
!!Continuity and Game Logic
This is about making sure there are no dead or incorrect links, or obvious bugs. It also includes if you find characters talking about things that never happened in your version of the story, or assuming you have items you were never given, etc. In this case, I've messed up the story logic somewhere so please let me know. A save file would also be of great help in these instances.
!!Storytelling and Pacing
This is where things get tricky and a bit subjective (and also why I asked you to play before reading this!). As of this release, there have been no heavy editing sweeps (only ones for typos and formatting). In general, I would like to know if you find a particular section of the game (or all of it) too boring to read, too lengthy, too lacking in sexy scenes, poorly written scenes, etc.
This is obviously a subjective topic in many ways, but also one that I desperately need feedback on. If you thought something was done really well, please let me know that, too!
This game is a piece of interactive fiction designed to tell the story of the main character's (your) decline into all sorts of kinky stuff. Mainly, feminization and sissyfication. Unlike other games which allow you to successfully avoid your fate, in this game it is inevitable. Some may call this "railroading," but I simply want to allow players to role play as themselves without ending up on the "boring route."
Having said that, there are choices. Some (mostly early on) are essentially fluff. Others lead to new scenes and different activities, and many also affect details much later on to keep the story feeling tailored to you.
What I would like to know is if the choices available are plentiful enough, //feel// meaningful enough (on first playthrough at least), and make logical sense in the story. Also if there are any places where it seems obvious for there to be a choice, but there is none.
Thank you again for reading, and offering your feedback.
<<back "Go back.">>
You're so damn horny after what just happened that you jump onto your laptop and browse for some amazing porn games.
Eventually you find an interactive fiction game that, at the very least, holds your attention for a while and you get to work.
Annoyingly, just as it starts getting to the good part, you find out the author hasn't actually finished it yet!
There you are, cock in hand, ready for the next hot scene and it's not there!
@@.hero;//Damn unfinished games! Time to leave an angry review!//@@
!The End, For Now...
@@color:orange;Congratulations on obtaining the ''Blue Balls Ending'' for playing the game before it's finished being written.
I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading so far and, if you did, I would appreciate you leaving a like on TFGamesSite.com.
Whether you liked it or not, I would also really love some feedback about the game. For more information, visit the [[feedback page.|Feedback]]
Also, feel free to play again and change up your choices! You're bound to have missed some saucy scenes and scenarios if you've played this far. Good luck finding them all!@@~~Version 0.1.0~~''Venus & Despoina''