Back to the Casino

“Oh no.” Stacy says, horrified.

She is standing in front of a mirrored wall at the entrance lobby of the Conversion Casino, looking at herself. Whereas last time she was wearing an an exquisite red ball gown, this time she finds herself wearing a tight grey bodycon dress with a zipper at the front that stops at the base of her chest, allowing an inappropriately large about of her D cups’ cleavage to spill out.

She’s not wearing a bra, and a tell-tall sensation in between her butt cheeks lets her know that she’s wearing a skimpy thong.

They’ve also given her big fake red nails, as if she didn’t already feel like enough of a slut in this get-up.

She had completely forgotten about her outfit ‘upgrade’ that she’d receive thanks to having been a loser in her previous session. And in any case, she hadn’t expected it to be this severe of a downgrade. She feels like a complete tart. Perhaps it’s based on how many credits you’ve lost, rather than how many losing nights you’ve had.

In any case, that doesn’t matter. It’s not even the reason she’s horrified.

The reason she’s horrified, is that all desire to artificially ‘enhance’ her body has been temporarily removed from her psyche. Her normal, original personality is back, and, for the first time, it’s processing the news that the new ‘improved’ Stacy just excitedly got a tattoo that says the words ‘Cum Dump’ on her upper thigh, and has booked several appointments with a plastic surgeon.

Shaking slightly, she lifts up her dress to check her inner thigh.

Yep, it’s right there. The Casino must consider it part of her permanent appearance, and so has transferred it onto this dream version of herself.

She hastily lowers her dress again before anyone looks her way, and moves her head furiously from side to side, to try and shake some sense into it.

Amelia had warned her about this. About how thinking about her Conversions would only serve to lower her mood, and send her ‘On Tilt’. If she wants to succeed tonight, in this place, she needs to keep all her wits about her. And that means trying as hard as possible not think about how much of a fucking idiot she was during the day yesterday, with apparently zero self-control.

“Would Madam like to he shown to the Lounge, today?”

Jeeves has appeared beside her without warning, making her jump. If she had a working bladder here, she might have peed herself.

“JEEZ! Don’t sneak up on a lady like that!”

“My sincerest apologies.” Jeeves says, but his tone remains ambivalent, as always.

“What is the Lounge?” Stacy inquires cautiously.

“It’s a comfortable, welcoming, relaxation area for those who do not wish to gamble today, nor watch other people gamble.” Jeeves explains.

Stacy furrows her brow. “People come here and then refuse to gamble?”

“I would go as far to say that a majority do, every night.” Jeeves explains. “At some point, most members decide that they would rather live their life as it is with their current Conversions, rather than risk gaining more, and live becoming even less… ‘normal’.”

Stacy shakes her head, refusing to even consider it. At this rate, within a month, she’d be a professional camgirl with huge fake tits and covered from head to toe with degrading tattoos.

“I’m the opposite. Time is of the essence. I need to get rid of these Conversions before they completely ruin my life.” Stacy says stubbornly.

“Absolutely. I wish you the very best of luck.” Jeeves says, and makes a warm gesture towards the cashier’s desk.

Stacy gulps. Despite her external bravado, she’s terrified. She knows that she needs nearly 8000 Conversion Points to reverse her two Conversions. Doubling an initial borrowing of 1000 CP three times would only earn her a net 7000 points, meaning she has even lower odds than 1 in 8 of succeeding at wiping out her debt without suffering any losses.

But the idea that she would have to remain with either of these Conversions for the rest of her life is just too unthinkable. And so she has **** but to soldier on.

“1000 Conversion Points, please.” She says to the cashier, trying not to pout.

And then, chips in hand, she struts her way towards the game floor, trying her best not to think about how slutty she looks in her new grey bodycon dress.