Monique suffers for her conscience

As soon as Monique had materialized near her house on campus she knew exactly what she was going to use the gun for. She felt like her current restrictions were totally unfair and longed to use it on herself to undo them, but she felt that wasn't a winning strategy. Instead she'd give the spirits lots of sexiness and give herself a reward all at the same time. She rushed over to Tara's house. She'd wanted Tara before this game even started and had missed her opportunities to sleep with her so far. Now with this gun she could change Tara to become a perfect companion for her. Someone to give her permission to get dressed and use the furniture, but also someone with a libido to match her own and eyes just for her.

She found Tara walking towards her house, obviously having just come from class. Monique stopped and aimed the gun at her. One press and Tara would be hers. It would be perfect. A loving devoted girlfriend, just one little press away. Just push the trigger down and Tara would be hers. So perfect. So...wrong.

Monique let her arms fall. She shook her head. She couldn't do it. She'd always been a selfish person. She knew it, everyone knew it. She'd always prioritized her own pleasure over others. That's why she had many fuck buddies but few friends. She'd started this game like that. Playing to win at the expense of others. It had gone well, until it hadn't. At some point she started to feel guilty, and then Martha had joined. Martha took selfish to another level and it left a bad taste in Monique's mouth. Well, actually, the cock gag that leaked real semen left a bad taste in her mouth. Seeing Martha act just like her made Monique feel awful. She didn't want to be that person anymore. She didn't want to be selfish anymore.

That didn't mean she wanted to give up, to stop caring about herself. But she realized she couldn't override Tara's feelings. She couldn't take away her free will. Monique started to cry, something she hadn't done in a long time. She shook herself, trying to pull herself together. What a mess. What was she going to do?

"Hey..." She looked up and saw Tara standing just feet away from her. She had been so wrapped up in her own thoughts she'd forgotten where she was. "Are you ok?"

She couldn't speak with the gag, but she gave a thumbs up.

Tara wasn't buying it, "Are you sure? You look like you are crying. Do you want to talk about it? Maybe take the gag out? Or you can text me if you like it too much."

She couldn't take it out of course, and thanks to this stupid game she had to pretend she liked it. She did find it a little funny that she was standing here naked and gagged and Tara wasn't really concerned about that at all. She supposed the rule making sexual stuff on campus totally normal was doing the heavy lifting there. She pulled out her phone and wrote a message, 'I love my gag! I'm fine, don't worry about me.'

Tara put her hands on her hips, "No way. You aren't fine. I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's wrong. Unless you want to get off the street, you can come to my house and borrow some clothes."

Monique saw that she wasn't backing down. She wrote another message, 'No, I don't deserve your clothes. I'm a monster. I have this magic gun. I was going to use it to change you. To make you love me. I'm so sorry.'

Tara read the message, but was obviously skeptical, "Magic gun huh? Well not sure I buy that, but let's say I did. You didn't use it, so what's the big deal? Just forgive yourself and move on."

'I can't,' Monique wrote, 'I have to use it. On someone. I have to change someone in some **** way to win. I just don't know,' Suddenly Monique had an idea. She wrote quickly and then held the gun out to Tara, 'I know! You can use it. Shoot me. Get **** on me, make me a bimbo or something. Something ****!'

Tara was shocked enough to accept the gun, "This just looks like a kids toy. Why do you want me to shoot you? It can't possible do anything."

Monique typed frantically, 'Please! Punish me. I deserve it. If I don't use it harshly I'll lose and be punished anyway!'

Tara looked at the gun skeptically, "I mean...you don't seem like you are lying...but still. Magic? How the fuck can me pulling this little trigger do..." Tara stopped speaking for a moment and when she started again she seemed different, "Wow. It works. It really works."

Monique was confused, nothing had happened? Yet she did feel different. She looked down at herself...what? Back up at Tara who blushed, "Sorry. Umm..so I did change you after all."

The only obvious change Monique had seen was that she was no longer nude. Instead just nearly so. She was wearing panties and a corset, which provided no coverage for her tits. Otherwise, she was the same, wasn't she?

Tara rubbed the back of her head sheepishly, "So...um...I might have gotten a little carried away. It was just so amazing! I could change anything, literally anything, about you! I kept in mind that you said you had to do something **** and needed to be punished so...well...ok. I don't think you need to be punished. I mean you say you wanted to use this on me, but you didn't. So whatever, we're even, ok? I'm sorry but I'm just not into girls so I can't make us happen, but that's not because I'm mad at you. It's just how am I.

Ok so you probably want to know what I did, huh? Well firs you said you love your gag, so I made it permanent. Don't worry, you won't ever need to eat or drink. Don't ask me how it works, I just know that it does. When I thought about it I somehow knew that it's actually a penis gag, which I thought was weird for a lesbian but then I thought maybe you are some kind of masochist. So I added the corset which should feel tight and restricting but will never cause you permanent harm. Oh and those panties are special. No more periods, or other bodily functions, you're welcome, but also they don't come off. Ever. Like a magical fabric chastity belt. Now I thought no more orgasms ever was a bit too cruel so you'll orgasm whenever you make a man cum, which I thought was great fun for a masochistic lesbian. Also on the masochism theme I made it so you can cum from someone else abusing your tits. It won't work if you try it yourself, but if you let someone else hit them hard enough you'll cum. Oh and I noticed you didn't seem overly concerned about being naked so I made that permanent too. Besides the corset and panties you can't wear anything else, you can't ever cover your tits with your hands. Don't worry about getting a job in the future though, I made it so the whole world just accepts that this is normal attire for you and they'll think it's appropriate. Finally I gave you knowledge of sign language and near superhuman typing skills. Figured I'd help you communicate with that gag. So, how'd I do? Do you hate me now?"

Monique stood there in silence for a while trying to process everything Tara had said. She knew she told Tara to punish her but...fuck. This was a lot. All of it permanent too. Tentatively she tried to touch her own breasts, but of course she couldn't. She touched the corset and panties and wasn't able to even feel a seam where they met her skin. She picked up her phone and typed in an instant, 'No. I don't hate you. I asked for it after all. I should go though. Bye.'

"Wait..." Tara called after her as Monique walked away. Monique didn't stop, she felt terrible. She'd managed to avoid hurting Tara directly, but now she'd made her responsible for such an **** change to herself. She knew it wasn't fair to blame Tara, and yet she did. It was only natural to be upset. Tara jogged and stopped in front of Monique, "Wait. I..." Suddenly Tara wrapped Monique up in a big hug, "I'm so sorry. I didn't know how far to go. I hope you can forgive me. We could...we could be friends."

As Tara pulled back Monique could see she was crying. Monique felt a tear on her own face. She wiped it and then pulled out her phone again, 'Ok. Let's be friends. I forgive you. I,' Monique hesitated, not really sure of what she wanted. The changes were just too new, she didn't feel like she could act normal right now, 'I just need to be alone for a bit.'

Tara gave a sad smile and nodded, "Ok. I understand. Come see me tomorrow. I want to know about this magic...how is this possible...I have so many questions...sorry. I'm getting ahead of myself. You just take care. Call me when you are ready." Tara hesitated for a moment, then left.

Monique watched her go. She could have had Tara, all to herself. A devoted girlfriend. A sexy ****. Instead she had this. Nude, chaste and mute. She sighed into the gag. It had better be worth it. She turned and headed for home, she'd just have to wait and see.