… checks out clubs

Ignoring Hendricks’ impatient hurry up, she zeroed in on the clubs: cinema, ballet, onsen, chess, book club, furry, cosplay, photography and … a D&D Club?

The “Dungies Club” flyer touted an “IVR realm of fantasy and adventure to earn School credits.” Trixie wondered what the adventures could possibly be. And what were school credits? Sounded like some kind of carrot to her.

Besides it the Photography Club promised “elegant modeling sessions,” and the Furry Club hinted at “pet play”, intriguing but sobering. A pen dangled from a string, sign-up sheets pinned beneath each flyer, tempting her to dig deeper but also promising possible further female degradations. Trixie needed answers, and the clubs might hide clues about the school’s conditioning... or might include a back door.

“What’s the D&D Club?” Trixie asked, her soprano voice sharp, probing Hendricks despite the risk.

The haughty nurse’s lips curled in condescending annoyance, but she turned to a nearby girl—petite, small-breasted lass with expressive cat ears perched on her head. “Bambi, you’re in the D&D Club. Tell her about it.”

Bambi giggled, her cheeks flushing with a mix of shame and excitement. “I play an elf maiden… well, she was a maiden,” she said, blushing deeper. “It’s really fun, mostly voluntaries.” She leaned in, her tiny boobs brushing Trixie’s larger ones, her whisper tickling Trixie’s ear. “But some involuntaries… you can dominate the vols if you’re clever,” Bambi suggested. “You look like an involuntary- you should join us. I promise to make you feel as much like a man as you can in whatever body you design…” her Neko ears swivelled innocently.

Trixie’s pussy clenched with unwanted arousal, but her mind latched onto Bambi’s words—domination could mean leverage, and help her fight this places conditioning. “I can create a new body!? Like one less… voluptuous? Taller, more masculine.”

“Uh huh. It has to be female but that’s the only limit… but you have to be careful…” Bambi continued guardedly, her eyes flicking to the Nurse. “We have lots of adventures…”

“I can only imagine,” Trixie nodded.

Bambi talked on, unprompted, her cat ears twitching. “Photography’s for modeling, semi-nude or… sometimes nude. Orgies, too, sometimes. I’m in the Furry Club, too. Neko. Meow. These ears are part of my costume but they feel real enough. And I love to cosplay. My life in here is one big cosplay!” She pressed closer, her enthusiasm palpable, her body’s warmth intensifying.

Hendricks snapped, “Enough, Bambi! Miss Humpsalot, move!” but Trixie’s mind raced—D&D’s IVR realm or Photography’s exposing sessions could offer intel, and Bambi’s eagerness might make her a talkative ally. The pen dangled, waiting.