Erica's Choice

The next morning Erica stood before her wardrobe in awe. There were colors. Besides red and black. It was still all skirts, button ups and knee highs, but given her former restraints, this felt decadently free, just being able to choose a color. She decided she wanted pink, that felt as rebellious as anything compared to what she used to have. Plus she'd match with Boudica, she bit her lip thinking of the redhead, prancing around so happy yesterday. Such a good little pet.

She blinked, and shook that thought from her head. Boudica was her friend... not a pet.

She smacked her own wrist. "Bad girl." She whispered to herself, shedding her pajamas and dawning her school uniform. After she'd gotten the bulk of her uniform on, her hand lovingly grazed one of the spiked collars. By this point her arms would usually be marionetted into slipping it around her neck, but she found herself picking it up by habit. It would not match the pink, not at all. She put the end of her collar in her mouth, and sucked on the leather as she considered it.

"I think I'll wear it." She concluded at last, taking it out of her mouth and pressing it against her throat. "It's like he owns me..." She bit her lip again and pressed the leather against her throat even harder, **** herself slightly. "**** me..." She husked, closing her eyes. "**** me daddy."

"Erica!" Eve snapped looking over at her from her own wardrobe.

Erica gasped, and tossed the collar into the back of the closet. "I don't know what came over me..." She looked up over to Eve who was tightening a bodice around her waist. As if her hour class could be more accentuated. "...This is so weird."

"I know hon." She said with a faint smile. "Clothes are so scratchty, but I'd just die if someone saw me out in the nude!" She blushed, and looked at her feet shyly.

"Nzinga kind of got turned into a housewife demon, maybe you could go to her for pointers."

"That's a good idea hon." Eve giggled. "But that cutie Helen is going to need me today!"

"Oh right." Erica frowned. "How are you supposed to pass this challenge if you're busy serving other people all week?"

Eve shrugged, seemingly unbothered by her huge disadvantage. "I don't mind as long as Helen is happy!" She then shrugged again. "I guess I'll just need to get somebody who'll let me go off on my own for a day."

"Right." Erica nodded. "That'll be me, and I'm sure Boudica will help out too. You can count on us."

"Oooh." Eve held her hand to her chest, sweetly. "Aren't you just the most precious thing?"

"Umm... Thanks."

"Can I sit with you guys?" Erica's body was over heating as she looked down at Satan and Elizabeth at a table. They were dining on poached eggs, rye toast, and jams. Erica looked down at her cereal and wondered why she'd chosen something so awful, when the chefs here could make anything. She'd had shrimp cocktails for breakfast more than once.

Elizabeth smiled up at Erica. "Of course, the more the merrier."

Nice Elizabeth, Erica noted, and began to take her seat.

"Actually I was enjoying her company." Satan said holding his hand up. "Find a kiddy table to eat at."

Erica gasped, like he'd struck her. "But Daddy!" She whined, looking at him with big pleading eyes.

"I said no." He said once again, more firmly this time.

'Pitch a fit.' A voice in Erica's head told her. 'Throw your bowl on the ground, and start crying. Make a scene, **** him to punish you. Then his attention will be all yours.'

Erica growled and began to raise her hands to obey the voice, but then her eyes caught Stan coming into the room. He'd been making himself scarce ever since... well you know. Her eyes glinted at the sight of him, and she set her cereal bowl down. She made a b line towards the man, and shoved him into a nearby wall. "Hey daddy." She husked, pressing herself against him. "I missed you." She checked over her shoulder to see if he was watching, her real daddy. He was, everyone was... this would embarrass him soooo bad.

"Erica? What's wrong?" Stan stammered out.

"What's wrong is my mouth is empty." She pouted, and got on her knees, bringing his slacks to the floor with her. "Baby needs her paci." She groan, rubbing her face against his cock. She looked back one more time to make sure she had Satan's attention, and when she did, she engulfed Stan's member. "Mmmmm." She moaned, feeling a sense of relief flow through her. Her pacifer was better than her thumb, and a dick was even better still. "Mmmm MMMM!" She felt him starting to get worked up.

"This is Skylar Erica, snap out of it." Her begged, though it didn't sound heartfelt in Erica's ears. Not when this words were making him even harder in her mouth. "She's making you do this... turning you into a cock sucking school girl. Oooh fuck, fuck fuck fuck, that's good."

"Call me a good girl." Erica gasped, coming up for air.

"You're a good girl." Her obeyed.

She maoned again, it still felt good. That still felt, rrrrrreally good. "I'm your good girl, I'm daddy's good girl." She slurped and jerked on his dick. She could feel Satan's gaze fixed on the back of her head. 'This could have been you, old man'

"You're a good girl, you're a good girl. You're my good girl." Stan moaned, placing his hand on her back of her head, and taking over the action from there.

'Yeeeeees' Erica moaned, going limp and letting him use her mouth as he desired. 'Daddy's should show their daughters how to suck cock!'

Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech!

Erica violently expelled her dinner, and Stan's cum into a toilet. The cereal had tragically never made it to her lips. Just that last line was enough to make her sick all over gain.

"Fuck." She brushed her lips on the back of her sleeve, and flushed the toilet. "What the hell was that?" It's like she'd been in the passenger seat of a car, and some... fucking age play demon was driving her body through traffic cones. She washed her mouth out in the sink. She couldn't decide if she wanted the acid, or the taste of Stan's dick out more.

She caught herself in the mirror. "I look sick." Though it was no wonder, she'd just thought the worst thought ever to grace the mind of man, so... she had material to work with. Her skin was pale, kind of pinkish actually. And now that she gave her face a better once over she actually didn't look that sick, other than the plaeness. her lips were full and had a cat like smile to them. Her eyes were tired and mysterious, she actually looked quite beautiful, snapchat filter beautiful... except she was so damn pale... no... fuck no... not pale!

"I'm white!"

There was no mistaking it now. It was like knowing how a magic trick worked, once you knew the magic was over. She was Caucasian, her skin wasn't sickly, it was a perfect healthy shade for a gringo. Satan was white... so she was white... because she was his daughter. Daddy's little girl, and she'd inherited more than just that. His good looks had infected her too, she was painfully beautiful to look like... she was arousing herself honestly. She looked just different enough from herself that the part of her brain telling her not to lust after herself wasn't not firing off. Instead she was entranced by the beauty in the mirror, this other worldly horror of perfection. She made kissy faces, and stared deeply into the ever shifting colors of her yes.

"This is fucked up."

Erica checked her hands for the 30th time since entering the mall. Still brown. Still brown. Still brown. She was back to normal... in some ways. Once she'd gathered her thoughts, and prayed for a bit, she as able to get her body back, and her mind in order. The brand was working, she'd concluded, and now there really was an age play demon living inside of her... consuming her.

When the trait had been chosen she'd assumed Skylar's long predicted diaper play time was upon her. She felt like her childish tendencies would get even more heavily enforced, but then she recalled back to the first challenge, that baby girl had been an option. She was Daddy's Little Girl, a chip off the old block, the trait was turning her into his actual daughter. Looks and all.

"I think therefore I am." She reminded herself, the vile thoughts that had been piloting her that morning had an affect on her body. She was behaving like Satan's bratty teen daughter, and that's what her body became, but that wasn't her.

Erica was a proud lesbian, a pious catholic, and just below those two things, she was a forth generation Texan. The proud kind who looked at migrants and thought 'We did it the right way, why can't you?' Who wore cowboy hats, and big belt buckles. Who's grandparents worked so hard, and who's parents worked a little less hard, and who was now questioning why work was so important at all?

This was Erica as she walked through North Star Mall. Though her gait wavered a few times as she passed shops who sold clothing that could only be worn by teen's blinded by youth, she did eventually make it to the food court, where her cousin Maria was waiting for her.

"There she is!" Maria squeed, getting up from her chair, and bringing Erica into a big hug. Maria was pretty much Erica's older sister, wiser by ten years, if only older by one. She was a little on the heavier side, which settled into big round hips perfect for popping out babies. Her hair was a gorgeous wavy waterfall of ebony strands that fell past her shoulders. It was thick as thick could be, and Erica had always admired that crown above all other hair styles.

Erica could have cried right there. She'd not been hugged by Maria for what felt like years, two months actually, but with this show, who could tell? Her softness, her warmth, her love. It'd been Maria, and her siblings who'd saved Erica from total familial exile. If she went, they went, they'd all said proudly the christmas Erica came out. Grandparents and Aunts and Uncles would have been bereft to lose all the children in one blow, and so the treaty of queer tolerance was drawn up for her clan. Though it was closer to don't ask don't tell, Maria would make Erica tell and tell and tell, until she'd juiced every bit of rainbow gossip Erica had in her from Minerva Mink to her latest conquest at A&M.

So much of coming out is about being accepted, that people often over look the value of just being loved.

There's so much that can be said about Maria and Erica growing up. All the lessons, and troubles, and quarrels the two of them had gotten into for eighteen years. The tears and laughter, and endless hours in the woods. But so what? She'd had those moments with her uncles too, and her aunts, and her grandparents, and her mom. She grew up in a community. But all that love and memories had come with a condition. An unspoken rule that she was only worthy of all that kindness if she liked boys. That seems like such a silly thing to put on love, but there it was. If only they'd known when she was a child, they wouldn't have had to bother with it all, it's like the'd made a bad investment. They would have let the little gay girl go with scraped knees, and empty afternoons if they'd known what she truly was.

So Erica placed little value in all of that, so much of which had turned out to be empty. She placed value on the real love she'd been shown. The unconditional kind.

"I gotta ask, what are you wearing? Is this a cosplay thing?" Maria looked Erica' up and down.

Erica giggled, and then blushed. "I wish." She groaned. "It's... a bet. I lost, gotta wear these things for the rest of the month."

"Oooh knock out." Maria joked, setting Erica down at a table. "So what's going on? How's the new semester?"

Erica laughed nervously. "I'm definitely learning a lot." She stalled in this vague way for a while. Mainly asking Maria how her life was going, she'd gotten an associate's degree and went straight into government work. She had a boyfriend, their own apartment, they made meals at home, and not take out. It all felt so adult to Erica.

"This is so weird, I swear you've de-aged." Maria smiled.

Erica nodded. "You're not the only person to tell me that, I think it's the uniform."

"The pig tails help too." Maria teased.

"Heh, yeah." She tugged on one nervously.

"So what's wrong?" Maria leaned forward, far too wise and familiar with Erica to not see through her veil of guilt and worry.

What was there to say? Erica had to do this. If she won, all sins would be forgiven, but she had to win to do it. She had to do this to Maria, she had to.

She couldn't.

She fucking couldn't.

She'd rather bit off her own tongue than do something to make Maria think less than her.

In that moment she felt herself, let something loose. Like there was a dog leash, and she'd just given it a little slack. Suddenly the giddy manic, horny feelings inside of her started boiling over. Just enough... to do this.

"Well Maria." Erica giggled, suddenly wet. "I was thinking that I wanted to treat you to a makeover!"

"A makeover." Maria laughed. Being sent to Catholic School had been a mercy to Erica, who had the fashion sense of a tin can. Liberated from the shackles of fashion she'd been saved hours of mockery. And now she wanted to show Maria a highly fashionable young woman, how it was done? "Scientific curiosity compels me to say yes. But you're not touching my hair."

"Wouldn't dream of it." Erica licked her lips, and considered her options.

The Beast inside of her wanted a playmate, another little girl to slut around with, who liked dark poetry, Paramore, and ****.

Erica knew that her brand was probably most suited to ruining Maria's life. The put-together Fashionista could with the snap of a finger become a lazy slob, sloth incarnate. It was probably the cruelest thing she could do to Maria, but it probably wouldn't turn the audience on. Unless they were crueler than she imagined.

Then...

There were her own sicknesses, which she'd brought with her into the game.

During her first challenge she'd turned her target into a lazy gamer, and that had been... quite exciting for Erica. Now she could do it again, but with a bit more purpose.

Which one would the audience like the best? Which would ruin their relationship the most? Which would be... the most fun?

This is a vote for what Erica will turn her Cousin into:

A) Age Play Slut

B) Lazy Slob

C) Nerdy Gamer Girl

Voting will just take place in the comments. Just put the letter you want to win.