Panties Not Allowed

Cindy had a _hunch. _Two of the options presented to her were obviously, blatantly sexual. The fact that the first of the three wasn't was something of a red flag, like some kind of trap. One empowering, two sexual options? The game clearly wanted to push her in a direction, but - it was just that. A game. So what the hell? Cindy chose the second option, curiosity practically brimming over.

It only took about a second before she jumped out of her catch, an intense sensation of discomfort assaulted her - a mortifying, profound sense of discomfort at that, chiefly because the discomfort, as she was aware, was surrounding the fact that she was wearing a set of panties. But it was just a game?! Right?!

"Aah fuck!", Cindy squealed, quickly removing her pants, and in a heartbeat, removing her panties - at which point the aforementioned discomfort _immediately _vanished, as if it had never been there. "What the hell?", Cindy pondered aloud, looking at her panties and pants on the floor - and her phone, which she'd dropped on the couch. The app couldn't have- It was just an app? Some fucked up app at that, admittedly, but - still?

Cindy tentatively picked up the cotton undergarments, looking quizzingly at them, before attempting - slowly - to put them back on. Putting a leg into each hole was fine, seemingly - but - she-

She blinked. She couldn't do it.

She stood there like an idiot, absolutely intending to put on her panties again. It was easy. She'd just. Pull them up her legs.

But her muscles didn't seem interested in doing what they were told. At all.

"C'mon....", Cindy mumbled quietly to herself, voice cracking slightly in a mixture of frustration, and the overwhelmingly dreadful reality that for the first time in her life, her body wasn't wholly under her control.

She sighed, and gave up - moving instead to snatch the phone from the floor where she'd dropped it, too, to find out what the fuck was going on. Once the screen came back to life, she was greeted by the main menu screen, with a text box hovering in the middle.

Remember! Completing a level lets you remove one punishment!

So - what - she just had to win a fucking game? It was a literal match-the-colors game, the most standard, simple, overdone game genre throughout all existence. She could do that. She pulled her pants back on, and sat down in the couch, focusing. Fine. She'd play a game, win, remove the punishment, and never ever touch the app again.

She pressed the [Play] button in the middle of the screen, and the familiar grid lit back up, alongside her pixel avatar, which made a point of pulling out the top hem of her pants, peeking down, and seemingly finding something very funny.

Oh shit, the game-

Cindy refocused properly, and got to work on matching gems, seeing the little point counter slowly tick upwards - whilst the timer at the very top slowly, steadily ticked downward.

Wait. Shit. Was she even going to make it?

She started matching the gems faster, missing a few times more than she'd have preferred. Shit. This wasn't- How was the fucking game so hard? It was a fucking match the colors thing?!

A loud buzzing noise came from her phone, as the game informed her that she'd failed the level, and had to choose a punishment. Which does she go for?

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