Make a choice!

Beatrix knocked on the door once more, and Alex rubbed his temples, fingers swaying between Orally Focused & A is for Airbags - the 2nd's name made him giggle just sitting there, and briefly forget Beatrix outside the door.

"Alex!" Beatrix called out. "I gotta shower too! You can put your damn makeup on in my mirror." She said, the annoyance in her voice something Alex had never heard before.

He opened the door, phone in one hand, towel draped around his waist in another. "You're hilarious Beatrix."

"Thanks." She said with a smirk and eye roll. "Clothes on my bed." Looking at Alex's face, she grabbed his chin, turning toward him, getting close enough to kiss him if she wished. "Huh. You were doing makeup. It looks good. I bet you're proud of that lil' " Beatrix made air quotes with her finger. " 'oh I'm not wearing makeup' look."

Before Alex could so much as protest, she had shut the bathroom door on him, and he realized yeah, he was proud of his ability to put on makeup out of thin air, and deny it so well. That made perfect sense to him. Still running his eyes up and down over the choices for his punishment, Alex got dressed in the clothes Beatrix had laid out for him. They looked perfect. A boys sweat shirt with the schools Football team plastered on the front, boxers, and a pair of comfy shorts.

They did not fit Alex like he expected, nor as Beatrix did, who found him still on the bed, puzzled over his decision. He was all about efficiency, and to choose one over the other might be inefficient, and he....

"Alex!" Beatrix waved her hand in front of Alex's face.

"Huh?" Alex asked. Beatrix hadn't been there a few seconds ago.

"Alex, you're more empty headed than that Emma girl from last night sometimes." Beatrix said, getting Alex to stand up, who was beginning to feel woozy, if not down right ready to pass out. "Huh, those were Jeremy's old clothes, he left them here. Surprised you barely fit 'em, he was like, uh, twice your size. A bit bigger shoulders, and more muscu-...."

Even stuck in the clouds, Alex knew when he was getting a backhanded insult, and huffed. "Shut it. You're a meanie sometimes Beatrix." He said with an air unlike him. He looked alright in the mirror. Well, he thought so at least. The jersey looked fine to him, wrapping around his body tightly like most clothes should; the shorts held onto his ass like most of his clothes did, and the boxers felt nice against his dick, holding it tightly against his body.

When Emma arrived, the three set off, and began to chatter amongst one another in the taxi. Alex was still stuck on his choice....As his phone buzzed with a call from Ethan, he left it to fate, pressing both buttons at the same time, expecting the machine to choose for him.

Race Condition Error! Punishment(s) selected within 1 millisecond of one another. Automatic resolution....resolved! Accepting both punishments. Race Condition Error resolved. User Alex voluntarily accepts punishment(s): A is for Airbags (i), Orally focused

"Alex, bro, where you at?" Ethan asked, sounding a bit drunk, and somewhat alone.

"Uhm. I was going to a party with Beatrix and Emma." He replied. Shit! Fuck! Damnit! He'd forgotten all about the pizza, or hanging with Ethan, or.....what else was he forgetting? Maybe Beatrix wasn't so wrong with her comment from earlier.

"Dang dude, alright, no problem, just ditch me!" Ethan said with a hearty laugh.

"Ethan. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to yo-..." Alex said with real sadness.

"Awh Alex, chillax dude. All I ask is that you enjoy the party on my behalf brah!" Ethan said, and Alex bid him goodbye, Ethan setting his phone down. Thank goodness Alex was hanging with some chicks now, Ethan thought.

"Alexa? You still good?" Emma asked. She and Beatrix already looked a bit drunk, passing around a bottle of liquor, and they handed it to Alex. He chugged some of it, and the cab driver stayed silent; they would tip well when they left.

"Uh huh. It was nothin'!" Alex said, and Beatrix cocked her head. Alex, Alexa, Britney, Cindi....she'd heard 4 names to describe someone she'd always known as Alex. Unless he was a secret agent, something was up.

They'd come when the party was in full swing, where the entire street had been taken over by what was probably hundreds of college kids, all of them looking more **** then the three who were dropped at the end of the street.

"Here Alexa, after last night, I know you can polish off a drink. Don't want them thinking we drank what we meant to bring." Emma said.

Beatrix laughed. "But we did."

"Duh. But we can't let them know." Emma said, and both laughed as Alexa finished the bottle of liquor, letting the cap of the bottle trail in her mouth afterwards. It was comforting, like a blanket on a cool night, a pair of lips agains....

Emma made the three of them take a little group photo before they headed inside the frat house, and Emma pointed to Alexa. "Bee, pose like Alexa." Finally, the random boy Emma had **** to take the hundreds of photos she wanted was dismissed, not looking surprised all he got was a noncomittal 'thanks'.

Alexa melted into the party, finding the drinks tasting amazing, conversation easy and the music enjoyable. Everything was fun.

She meant to meet the president of the frat here. That, she knew, was for sure. A hand rested itself on her ass, and she knew it was neither Beatrix's nor Emma's, meaning it was...

"Jill!" An unknown man whose hand shifted from resting to squeezing, groping, and then pulling Alexa around into a drunk kiss. It was loving. He broke the kiss. "Glad you could make it baby. Come 'ere." The anonymous man said, yanking Alexa through the party of girls she'd been talking too.

They went throughout the house, and Alexa found herself in little more then a closet, schmoozed against the man.

"Baby, it's been too long, and uhm, I know you love to wring a guy dry Jill. Go damn you look good in those shorts. Knew it was you half way across the house" He said, slapping Jill's ass, who began to open her mouth to response. "No babe, it's alright. I know. Only Oral till marriage. Don't you worry, oral's perfect.

Jill nodded, feeling her familiar fog, and a sense of complete understanding. That's what she needed to do. Suck this guy dry, wring him out like a towel, empty his balls like she meant it. Earlier, when she'd wondered what she forgot, that's what it had to be!

As he moaned from Jill sucking his cock, a million points of pleasure and contentment poured into Jill's psyche. Not only was she doing what she was great at, not only was she satisfying that emptiness in her mouth, no, she was enjoying the raw connection she was having, with his warm hands holding tightly onto her head, and eventually, a warmth spurt down his throat.

They needed no cleaning up, and Jill's partner in crime stumbled out from the closet, with Jill close behind. They became separated in the crowd. Especially once Jill's invitee recognized her, flagging her down with a subtle nod, and a 'come over here' look. He was surrounded by his friends, and made introductions to all of them. They recognized her from the night prior, and everyone hit off, Jill mingling with dozens of dudes who were enjoying the indiscriminate attention she paid them.

Making friends, flowing through the conversation, Jill felt out of place. Like she was missing something. God, if she had a cock in her mou-...

"Cindi, we officially, as Fraternity Alpha Alpha Alpha, make you an honorary 'dudette' of our group. Not only for drinking us all under the table last night, but for beating William at well, the only thing he's good for, chugging beer!" Announced someone over a mic. They'd all drifted outside, and the crowd looked bemused by the antics, especially once a mock tiara came out for Cindi.

William took it in good humor, and Cindi, in her tiara, allowed the crowd to record a repeat of her exploits from the night before. Gagging at the volume of the beer, she struggled it down, and felt the buzz kick in.

She remembered dancing, and then she.......

"Fuck Cindi!" William's voice groaned. They'd worked their way upstairs, she remembered that. After close to a hour of mental fog even amidst the talking, getting numbers, and new followers, Cindi knew she needed one thing: something in her mouth. William was happy to oblige.

Both were less drunk then the night prior, yet they found themselves in a similar situation, with Cindi kneeling, desperately sucking and licking William's cock as best she might. He groaned a bit, and then began to smile; he pulled his dick out, and before Cindi could shut her eyes, spent his load onto her face and neck.

"Your necklace to go with your tiara." William said. "Clean me up." Cindi nodded, and did as asked, looking lost afterwards; William took the initiative, and she found her sweatshirt yanked off, and a full on **** on her nipples beginning. By the end, her chest felt raw, the cum had dried onto her face, and Cindi felt spent; her underwear was sticky.

William, citing the rules of the frat, sent Cindi on her way, with 90 percent of the party already being gone by the time she was leaving. Sleep came easy to her.

"Huh, here I thought you were joking about teaching me. You really love working out, don't you Cindi." Roy said to Alexa, who shook her head, and nodded.

"Yes!" Cindi said with authority. Roy had woken her up from her stupor the next morning. Alex, not one to refuse a free breakfast, had rushed into the shower, groggy and confused; he'd call Beatrix and Emma later and get their reports on the night. He had to stop drinking like that. Shit, he barely remembered even getting out of the taxi!

Free breakfast had turned into a morning gym workout, and thankfully enough, Roy seemed ever the gentlemen. Watching Cindi's form, keeping an eye on her posture, the whole nine yards.

"Watch me for this one, okay Roy? It's heavier then I usually do." Cindi asked, and he nodded, keeping her stable; when she began to falter, his hands helped her upwards and she smiled at him.

Brunch was a delight with Roy, and a buzz from Cindi's phone reminded her Gavyn had asked if she could something; she'd try her best to meet up with him. Roy took her on an afternoon drive, and the two parked by a creek. It was old-school, but romantic. The thought describe Roy well.

"Roy. I can't hang out forever, but, uhm...." Cindi jumped him with a kiss. She had been desiring his lips on hers ever since they left the diner, as her pleasure from the food faded, and she needed something to fill.

Roy kissed back, but stopped himself, seeming to sigh. "I'll be honest, I'm 3 hours late for a shift at this point, so I need to cut out here as well. Another time. If my mom doesn't beat me to **** when I get to work."

Alex shook his head. He'd gotten dropped off by Roy, and invited Gavyn just to come chill at his place; he seemed excited to, bringing his game console. Showering and looking at himself in the mirror, Alex felt off. In the mirror's in the gym that day, he'd seen makeup, but alone, in the lockerroom, he'd seen nothing; he was having lapses on memory as well.

But something was worse.

He had bitch tits. Fat boobs. Whatever you might call them. Man titties.

They weren't 'fat' per say, but to Alex, they stuck out like a sore thumb. He knew his body well. Stress was filling him as he looked at the additions to his body from a new angle, with his gum chewing becoming louder and harsher. They weren't their yesterday. No. They weren't. They weren't muscle. But they weren't some gigantic blobs of fat like a girl would have.

He didn't know what to think.

Playing videogames with Gavyn was a blast, and he seemed to enjoy spending time with someone he could just chill out with, frequently mentioning how Alexa wasn't "Like the others, dude" and other compliments. He left when he 'got a call from his campaign manager', and Ethan brought home the pineapple pizza, looking just a bit tuckered out from his shift.

"Ethan. I got a serious question for you." Alexa said. He'd changed into chill clothes, but felt like they were only making his chest itch more, especially his nipples.

"Bro, don't start a question like that, just ask." Ethan said witha garlic stick halfway in his mouth.

Alex yanked up his shirt to expose his chest. Not his boobs. No. It was just...uh, Gynecomastia. That's what google said.

"Do these look like boobs?" Hm we asked seriously.

Ethan looked at his chest, and then laughed, lightly patting Alex on the head. "Boobs? No bro. It just looks like you gainin' weight."

"I'm serious! Take me serious dude!" Alex said. He stamped his foot.

"Relax, relax. Hard to take ya serious, flashing me, and wearin' makeup." Ethan said.

Alex dropped the issue.

"Beatric, you're fucking messing with me, I did not start telling everybody my name was Cindi, or do drink contests, or..." Alex repeated back the list of things Beatrix and Emma had said he'd done the night prior. He was comfortable in his bed, in his PJ's, just relaxing, so he gave her a call.

"Bee's serious. I mean, we sorta lost track of you at the end of the night, but I mean, things seemed to turn out well. Loved that photo you posted, by the way Alexa." Emma replied on the group call.

Alex chatted with the group briefly a bit more, but went to his social media accounts, noticing he had a new post. No. The drunken him had a new drunken post, and he was dealing with the results of it. What the fuck.

'Honorary Alpha Alpha Alpha Dudette. Jealous?' It was him, in a tiara, surrounded by packs of boys, and a ton of them pointing at him; the second photo on the slideshow was him guzzling down a funnel of beer, the third a group photo with Beatrix/Emma, and then him kissing Emma on the lips, and then....

Alex could throw his phone at the wall. He didn't want to look at the account anymore. Especially not after seeing it was up to 1467 followers. His phone buzzed with a text. It was the only thing that stopped him from throwing it at the wall.

William: u forgot ur tiara at my place. watchu doin tmrw, u need to pick it up and I'm bored

Alex: Nothing except class and gym. You want to meetup somewhere?

William: yes, ill text u details later Cindi

Alex had no clue who William was, but he felt oddly motivated to get that tiara from him ASAP, now even.

Roy: Cindi, you heading to bed soon? Thinkin' of you

Cindi: I am.

Cindi yawned and snapped a quick photo of her in her PJ's, smiling for Roy. He sent back a heart emoji. Cindi passed out soon afterwards, a text message awaiting her as she slept.

Maddie: Hey Britney, loved your dedication to the class last time, hope you're still coming tomorrow at 5 am.

Britney woke up, groping around for her phone, fiending for some Gem Ladies. She hadn't played at all yesterday. Nada. Nilch. And she needed to get in a match before she headed to Maddie's class. Thank goodness she'd woken up early enough to see that reminder text!

Groggy and half-awake, Britney lost the round, staring at the punishment screen. She was in a rush.

Punishments:

Iatrophobia - User finds themselves unnaturally afraid of and dreading the Doctor's. If user is a masochist, user instead finds erotic thrill from the fear of the doctors.

What's in a name? - User begins to prefer nicknames, petnames, etc. for themselves, and will eventually refuse to go by their own name to anyone they have ever conversed with.

Waisting Away - User's waist retracts 1 level, and will begin to work towards losing weight and/or using waist trainers to maintain a 'perfect' waist. Obsession starts minor. Synergy with It's a (growing) piece of cake.