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Dear Sissy,

Please come to the castle. There will be cake.

It will be delicious and moist

Yours truly

Princess Frogchair

Momo

You suddenly found yourself jumping out of a large pink pipe and land in front of a massive castle. It was a beautiful sunny day with a bright, blue sky. The birds were singing and you could hear the somewhat faint sound of a distant waterfall.

…

This has to be copyright infringement.

After having calmed yourself down somewhat by taking in your surroundings, you look down on yourself, noticing that you are now wearing a frilly pink dress that ended in a rather short skirt.

You were also in heels, for some unfathomable reason.

Finishing your outfit was an odd fitting pink cap on your head. It shouldn’t really go with the rest of your fancy dress but it somehow did.

Not that you are a fashion expert or anything. It’s not that you can even see yourself so to speak. It should go without saying that this was first person.

If it were just an avatar you wouldn’t mind. But this pink puffball was very much you. The feeling of the soft fabric brushing against your skin served as a constant reminder.

“Uuuh, you look super cute!”

It was all a bit much.

This is just a game.

This is just a game.

This is just a game!

You repeated the mantra over and over even as your face turned into a fire hazard. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore and tried to jump back in the pipe.

Only you couldn’t move.

This wasn’t because of the heels. You were literally unable to move.

Were you still in a cutscene?

“Silly Sire, of course you are unable to move on your own!”

Huh?

“What do you mean I can’t move? How am I supposed to….HI I’M SISSY!”

Suddenly your mouth plastered itself into a huge grin and you excitedly waved your hand.

The fuck?

Then your hands suddenly started moving out of your own, grabbed the hem of your skirt and raised it while you performed a curtsy.

“Guess we did stand around for quite a while”, Cerve observed as you put your hand in front of your mouth for an exaggerated(but very cute) yawn.

“Imma tired…”

T-This was ridiculous. You received a new coat of blush(because you could apparently still do that) as your own body continued to humiliate you.

“Alright, lets play!”

And before you know it, you started moving.

You would like to call this an improvement, if it weren’t for the fact that you had no control over your movement at all.

“H-hey, Cerve! Are you doing this?”

“Yep. I will be controlling you while you play the game.”

HOW IS THAT ME PLAYING THEN?

“It’s called Game&Watch. It’s all the rage with zoomers.”

Speaking off zooming, you were running around at a speed that should be utterly impossible for someone wearing heels. And yet you were moving with **** precision and grace. Unfortunately, none of that was by your own design.

“S-stop this!”

“Ehh...you don’t like it? Should I adjust the setting so you think you have free will?”

That would be even worse.

“Just let me have controoohiiii...!!!!”

You suddenly started jumping. And not just short hops, these were utterly insane maneuvers including backflips and sommersaults. Of course, by virtue of wearing a short skirt, your lower half spend the majority of that time completely exposed. Although you had other worries right now.

“No way, Siree. A silly, little sissy like you is incapable of controlling herself.”

Ugh...You didn’t know what was worse, the sheer dread of having lost control over your body or the indignity.

Then, a next jump caused you to directly land in a tree and hang onto it. Before you could even realize what was happening you started climbing and then…

“Eeeep!”

You performed a handstand.

On top of the tree.

Dread, it was definitely the dread.

This was terrifying!

Gravity very much still exists in this world. Partial gravity at least because while your cap firmly remained on your head, your short skirt was fluttering down, exposing your naked lower half to the world.

Well, naked safe for your chastity cage of course. That one was apparently part of the outfit.

You remained like this for a while, which allowed you to come to an even more worrisome discovery.

Exhaustion was also very much still a thing in here.

You noticed how keeping this position was getting harder and harder but even so you could do nothing to alleviate the growing strain to your not particularly developed muscles.

Then finally, the world started spinning once again as you jumped off that tree and landed securely on your feet.

“Haaa...Haaa…”

Despite how utterly exhausting this was, you noticed how your fatigue appeared to vanish just as fast as it came.

“Ughh, I hate stamina systems! It just slows down the gameplay!”

You certainly could do with a bit of a slowdown.

“M-Ma’am...Now just hold on for a minute….”

“Eh, no need. Got a firm grasp on how the control works. Now, let’s own this game!”

Ignoring any and all of your complaints, you run towards the castle.

…

..

.

Welcome

No one’s home!

Now scram--

and don’t come back!

Ohohohohohohohoho!

Entering the castle immediately greeted you with an ominous voiceline.

Suffice to say you, or rather Cerve, had no intention of heeding that advice.

The inside of the castle was just as spectacular as the outside. The decor was fantastical of course but extremely realistic at the same time. You would absolutely believe that this was reality.

You would like to get lost in here and take your time exploring. Too bad Cerve had other ideas.

…

..

.

“It’s the left door. I’m telling you it’s the left one!”

You spend the next five minutes or so running through the castle interior.

This place was huge! But most of the doors were locked.

You also came to another realization.

Cerve really sucked at playing videogames

Although you probably had an inkling of that already when she made you fall of the bridge and into the moat below.

In which you almost drowned because Cerve struggled with the swimming controls.

But it became really obvious right now as Cerve was desperately trying to find the entrance to the first level.

“You have tried this door three times already!”, you complained as you were **** to rattle the doorknob in an exaggerate gesture once more.

“Well, if you are so good at this, why don’t you try it, Miss Backseat Sissy!”

“Yes!”

Smack!

“Eep”

You had suddenly raised your hand and gave your own butt a spanking. Apparently there was a designated button for that action because Cerve made you do it a few times already.

And perhaps this is a good opportunity to inform you that pain was very much a thing in this game.

Cerve: “This level may be fiendishly difficult but I am the most sophisticated AI ever created. I will not be defeated.”

We are still in the hubworld.

It took a frustratingly long while but eventually you managed to direct Cerve to the room you strongly expect was housing the first level.

This room featured nothing except for a large painting of a bunch of girls marching. They were all in uniform and had a rather stern militaristic look to them.

Cerve: “As I have expected. This is a dead end.”

Cerve declared. Quite smugly.

Seriously?

“You have to jump in the painting”, you explained

“Silly, Sire! It is physically impossible to jump into paintings!”

You suddenly feel very tired.

“This is a videogame, Ma’am. It does not need to make sense.”

“Wow”, you heard Cerve chuckle. “Do you have that much of a humiliation fetish that you are even into THAT? Geez, Sire!”

“Just jump into the damn painting, Ma’am.”

“Fine. Fine. I shall oblige your leaping into inanimate objects fetish.”

And just like that you started running full speed towards the painting. For a brief second you started to regret your decision. What if that really was just a painting?

You closed your eyes, one of the few autonomous functions you luckily still had and braced yourself for impact.

Wooosh.

Babababababa!