Hard truth or soft lie?

The lights came back up slowly and Minka smiled as she addressed the camera. “Welcome back folks! Aren’t our sponsors great?” Polite applause from the audience fills the room as you look on in confusion. The chances of this being a dream began to slowly disappear as more and more unexplainable things popped up. And you had no explanation for that commercial.

“Now, onto the next round! Our next game is ‘Hard Truth or Soft lie?’. Alright this is a video round! We got your friend Chris to tell us a story. Now all you have to do is tell us if it is true or not! Seems easy!”

There was no way your mind would come up with this. Chris had been your friend for years. Standing at 6’2” he was just slightly taller than you. He still always managed to make you feel a bit small. His arms and chest looked like he lived at the gym. The video comes on and it is your friend Chris his short fade haircut and close cropped beard almost shouting out that he was a veteran like you. Behind him you could see a park near his house.

His deep voice came out of speakers behind you, making you feel like he was somewhere behind you instead of on a screen in front of you. “So there me and Dan were. We had picked up these two hotties at the Jersey Shore. Got them back to the hotel room. It was going great for me, I was balls deep in this girl just going to town when I heard it.”

The blood drained from your face. Anything but this story. You went to take a step towards the screen only to forget the six inch heels strapped on your feet. Stumbling down, you fall to your knees and watch as the rest of the story falls from your friend’s mouth. The lights in the studio dim again and draw focus to the screen. “I guess Dan wasn’t getting it done, if you know what I mean. Bro, the chick he was with just went full on brutal. Started calling him a bitch. She starts asking why can’t he get hard for her. She follows that by asking why is his dick so soft when a naked woman is in his bed. Asking if he is a faggot or fairy. Man, it was super distracting. Me and this other chick just kinda met eyes and she nodded her head over at the other bed.”

Chris shrugs. “I wasn’t gonna lose out on getting my nut off just cause he is some limp dick. So I just piped up and told them to quiet down and stop distracting those of us doing something.” he laughs and smirks at the memory. “I guess that worked cause next thing I knew he was going at it with her. Not that she made any more noises that night. It was odd how quiet they were after that, just him grunting as he tried hard to get her off. I don’t even know if she came or not.”

The video cuts off right after the last line and the lights come back up. Minka is hiding her mouth behind her hand as she tries to stifle a giggle. Clearing her throat she tries to shift back into being a professional, just barely making it. “Well Dan. Was Chris fibbing? Or was that whole story completely and utterly true? Did you need to get called a faggot to really get hard?”

Kneeling there, with stiletto heels on your feet, your face covered in makeup, body hair gone, you don’t even know how to respond. Seeing the look on your face, Minka motions to one of the burly guards. He stomps over and reaches down wrapping one big hand around your upper arm. With no effort at all, he lifts you back up onto your high heel clad feet. Leaning in, his deep voice is just barely loud enough for you to hear. “Don’t be a bitch.”

As quickly as he appeared, he is gone and you are left staring at the counter ticking down. 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0…

Your eyes trace back to the man who had just lifted you up and he shakes his head as you do exactly what he had just told you not to do. “Ouch Dan looks like time is up! That means you default on this round.” The sad sound effect that follows brings laughter from the audience as Minka looks down at her notes. “Well we do have an option for you here Dan on your first default, you can postpone your second punishment till the next round. Then, if you win the next round you won’t suffer any punishments at all. But if you do that and fail, it will be even worse. What do you say? Take your punishment now like a big boy or put it off in the hopes you can be man enough to save yourself next time?”

Your eyes track back and forth as you try to figure out the best option. It was clear that your life was being revealed here. You were reliving some of your worst moments and most embarrassing secrets. It almost felt like you had spilled your guts to a close friend and they were using those against you now. Still, you were deadly afraid of what kind of punishments would follow. Seeing only one way forward, you decided to take the risk. Taking a deep breath you spoke up. “Push it back Minka. I have faith that I can win the next round.”

A cheer erupts from the audience. You aren’t sure if it is the prospect of a bigger punishment or your bravery that incited it, but for the first time it feels like they are on your side so you lean into it. “Hit me with my punishment. Let’s get it over with!” The false bravado you display holds just long enough for you to feel your clothes begin to shift around on you. The jeans you had on turn skin tight, molding to your body tightly. You can feel the air from the air conditioning as it brushes against your newly exposed navel. Looking down you see the outfit you are in now.

That would be bad enough if it wasn't for what you felt under it. Your boxers and undershirt changed as well. Both shrank down, the simple cotton shifting into a much softer, more shiny material. Pulling out the front of your pants, you glance down and see the pink satin and lace panties that now hold your dick easily. Seeing the camera swoop in, you let go of the pants and they snap to your hips making it impossible for the operator to get a shot of the lingerie. Feeling something tighten across your chest, your hands reach up and realize what you are wearing.

The soft satiny straps rub against your smooth hairless skin sending small shocks of pleasure through your body. Then you feel something new. Your bare feet are once again clad in the socks you had in your work boots. Only now, they are lengthening out and thinning as you feel them sliding up your legs. The nude stockings stretch up your legs till they reach your thighs, the lace top welts forming quickly. Before they can slide down, a pink lacy garter belt forms around your hips, the clasps snaking down to hook onto the stockings and pulling them tightly against you.

Looking up at Minka, you see her gaze is fixed on the video screen. Looking over, you see a closeup shot of you now. Your pink painted nails showing through the sheer hose and matching the six inch stiletto heels on your feet. Your feminine skinny jeans with no pockets are so tight that you can see the clasps of your garter belt showing through. In fact you can even see your panty line since the pair that appeared hadn’t been a thong. The other thing that was visible was your dick as it hardened inside its satin prison. Your cute cropped short pushes out at the front a tiny bit as the bra gathers up the flesh on your chest and makes tiny little titty mounds in your girly t-shirt. Adding in the long hair and makeup and no one would ever mistake you for a stud.

The camera zooms in and locks directly on your small penis as it hardens in the jeans. Minka laughs openly before catching herself. “Oh dear Dan well, I think I’m starting to understand some of the things we have seen today. Well, so far you are zero for three. What do you think studio audience, are we ready to see if he can finally win a round?”