John's outfit auction

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Quick recap:

Ben: +attractiveness, -1 clothing, +sensitivity

Aaron: +athleticism, +arousal, +sensitivity

Camilla: must not orgasm, +sensitivity

John: sex change, +arousal, +sensitivity

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"Shit," Camilla said. "Guess I shouldn't have done that." If they didn't set a curse upon another person when the card needed them to, the curse would fall on everyone. She resisted the urge to her nipples and satisfy that new curious tingling on them. At least not out here.

She scanned her three friends, unable to believe she was in this predicament with them. Aaron caught her gaze and smiled. Ben met her with a calm stillness. John, on the other hand, shifted herself to sit with her elbows on her knees. In her mind, this was still John, the funny chill guy that she liked hanging out with since 4th grade and the guy who asked her out in a cute gesture but too bad - she was into women. But what about now?

"You okay, John?" Camilla asked.

Camilla's sudden voice shocked John for a moment. "Yeah, I'm good." John smiled.

God, Camilla thought. She was now really cute.

It was John's turn. Her oversized shirt and pants made her look like a 90's skate park tomboy, except her feminine face and hair didn't match it. She reached out for the dice and rolled.

"Oh, no, no, this stupid game!" John cried.

DOUBLES!

She rolled two sixes, which meant two cards landed on the table in front of her. One of them opened:

DUAL CURSE: CLOTHING AUCTION

You and the player to your right have to take off six pieces of clothing in total. The only catch: which six has to be decided by the other players.

Camilla's eyes widened as she read. "Fuck! Why am I dragged into this?" she complained. "This is... ugh!"

So now eyes were on both John and Camilla. That was disgusting, being eyed head to toe, objectified by these men. She now regretted her goth outfit she chose this morning, which was superfluous with accessories but offered the bare minimum in the crucial parts. She had on a tight black dress with straps on her shoulders clinging on to her skinny frame, a choker, black lace panties and bra and fishnet stockings, some cute socks in her clunky black shoes.

John, on the other hand, had been wearing the usual plaid outfit that men usually wore - a T-shirt, now oversized and loosely hanging by her shoulders, with oversized pants (and probably underwear). She was also wearing some indoor slippers. Camilla caught her staring at them. Surely they would let her count the slippers as one item? She bet John was also hoping that.

Though she found her self curious to see what lied underneath...

But she would never do that to John, not in front of these boys. She felt a small solidarity now with John, now that they were both as if on display for the two boys to judge. She could in fact see Aaron and Ben staring at John's and her body, the fantasies they had in mind. Disgusting.

"We can count my shoes," Camilla started. "Shoes, socks, stockings, John's slippers too. That makes four."

"Nu - uh, not so fast," Aaron countered.

That bitch.

"Do we really want to make it that easy? Huh, Ben?" Aaron cooed.

He pointed dismissively. "John's pants have to go. They're ugly as hell."

"Ben?" Camilla asked, enraged.

Ben shrugged. "Yeah, I mean, he makes sense."

"What the," John suddenly said. "I can't control my - " Her hands moved on their own accord, hooking her thumbs into the waistband and pulling the pants off, revealing the loose boxers that she thankfully was able to stop from slipping off. The fresh air hit her thighs as she held on to the large badly-fitting underpants, pulling the shirt down to hide it, but not the fact that she was almost already naked.

"Why don't we lose the shirt too?" Aaron continued. "What do you say, Ben?"

"You douchebag!" Camilla hissed. John, in her female body, now wasn't wearing a bra. Seeing John in that state made something inside Camilla kick in, something raw, wild: a desire to protect. "Pick my clothes instead!"

"You're serious?" Aaron asked.

Camilla couldn't bear to look at him. "Yes," she said, almost a whisper.

"Okay, that dress is coming off," Aaron said. Ben shrugged.

Camilla silently slipped the straps off her shoulders, letting her black dress fall onto the floor. All eyes were on her skinny figure as stepped out of the garment, now down to her underwear.

"Sweet! Hot bod, Camilla." Aaron jeered. "I'd like to see more of that! What do you say, Ben?"

"Wait, stop!" John said. "T - take my boxers." It sounded so strange coming from her mouth, as if it was the last thing about her masculinity and she was willingly giving it away. Once that was gone, her naked pussy would be exposed to the world in a sort of official confirmation of her female sex.

Aaron was pleased. "Of course!"

As her hands went on to hook the hems of the boxers she wondered how she had come to this. Bent down, undressing, bottomless, in an all-female body in front of who had been her friend just an hour ago, and now he was standing, domineering, in front of her. Twice her size, commanding her to take off her underwear. Inside, she was confused - she still liked women - she craved to protect and fuck Camilla so badly now but she couldn't shrug off a feeling that she was missing a crucial apparatus; and on the other hand her own body was betraying her with a gnawing need that she needed something, something big to penetrate her.

John stepped out of her boxers, feeling the cold on her already wet pussy. Now she really considered changing her name to Jo. She felt small, frail. Submissive.

"I - if I let you touch my boobs, will you only take our shoes for the rest?" Jo said.

Aaron's amazement turned into a wide smile. He looked down at the shy, pleading eyes of the short girl in front of him. "Hell yeah," he said.

Ben, feeling he was missing out on the action, approached. "Good idea," he said.

Camilla then felt her body betray her again, starting to bend down to take off her shoes. She couldn't stop herself from turning to see Jo, sheepish, not backing away when the two boys approached her. Aaron, with his large frame, stood like a wall in front of her. Ben found a space behind.

This girl... Camilla thought.

_Why am I doing this? _Jo wondered as she held the hems of her shirt down as hard as possible, as if that would keep her covered.

Camilla's my friend. I need to save her. From being stripped naked.

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Really? _A second voice sounded in her mind.

Is that the true reason?

She couldn't look as Aaron's eager hands reached out and made first contact with her breasts. The touch felt confusing, then alarming, then as he began to knead in smooth, rhythmic circles, those hands felt like they fit too well and were meant to be there all along.

"Ah..." Jo breathed.

Could it not be that this was what you wanted? Maybe just a little?

"Mmph - " Jo uttered again. Now her hands had abandoned her poor shirt and were now pulling Aaron's large hands closer to her breasts. She found herself slowly inching forward.

But this is Aaron! Your friend! You can't!

But the touch felt so good...

Aaron swatted Ben away as his hands started to roam even more of her body. His right palm made its way down her back to her waist, and she felt his strength as with one hand on her ass he almost lifted her entire body closer.

That broke something within her. She wanted to be used. She didn't care by whom. She wanted to be ruffled, manhandled, penetrated.