Stripping Saturday

As much as Grey had wanted to go out in public as a male again, it was just too risky under the effects of X-Change compliance without a buddy to protect him. Instead he decided to experiment with his nipple piercings, taking meticulous notes about the frequency of the shocks. Despite the pain it caused, he **** himself to stay covered up even after the pill had expired and he became female again, until finally the shocks became so close together it was essentially continuous.

He pulled his shirt off and threw it away, his chest heaving from exertion and his forehead coated in sweat. 6 hours was his absolute limit, but he'd essentially been non-functional for the last little bit as the shocks became rapid-fire. From a more practical point of view he'd need to strip off his shirt every 4 hours or risk screaming in public. Unfortunately his testing wasn't done, now he had to try putting his shirt back on periodically to discover just how long it took to reset. He groaned and shook his head, "I hope Lars is having a better day than me..."

Kai let the weights drop with a thud. She smiled a wiped the sweat from her forehead. Working out had always been a good way for her to relieve stress, and boy had she needed it now. Between the urge to fill her belly and the urge between her legs she was rather worked up, but hitting new personal bests at the gym had alleviated some of this symptoms. The protein powder was working, she was stronger than she'd even been.

She put away her weights and then headed to the locker room to change her shoes. She didn't change her clothes or take a shower, someone might see her shiny metal underwear if she did. Instead she slung her gym bag over her shoulder and headed back towards the dorm. As she walked across the campus she saw someone she recognized.

She'd been rushing and terribly embarrassed, but she had paid enough attention to be sure it was him. It was the man she'd flashed during her Work challenge. He was currently groping a woman who seemed terribly bored with it. Kai groaned. She did not want him to see her. She hoped he wouldn't remember her, but if he did...well...she didn't want that. She would have just turned around, but he was directly between her and her dorm. Instead she tried to avoid his eyes and hurry past...

It didn't work.

"Hey!" A male voice called out. She turned despite knowing it was a bad idea and found the man right in front of her, "Can I ask you a question?"

"I'm very-" Kai started to tell him off, but then suddenly he reached out and grabbed her boobs. She looked down at his hands and frowned, "Busy..." She finished.

"I'm sure you are," He said as he continued to touch her, "I'll be quick. Oh first, are you ok with me touching your boobs like this?"

Kai rolled her eyes, "It's fine. What's your question?" Kai would have hated if anyone else had just touched her boobs, but she couldn't find it in herself to fault him.

"Oh right. Sorry," He was practically kneading them now. Despite herself she felt a heat between her legs, an itch she couldn't scratch, "You have really nice tits you know?"

Kai turned red, "E-excuse me?" She couldn't believe it. She was so stunned she didn't even know how to react. When she finally processed it, she realized she was pissed. Before her mind caught up to her body she'd already slapped him, hard, "Perv!"

She stormed away quickly, but not quickly enough to avoid hearing his next words, "Right...it only excuses the groping..."

That was enough to make her pause. Why had she been ok with him groping her? Anyone else and she would have screamed immediately. She glared at him, then she got angry again and decided it was best that she leave. She hurried back to her room.

Inside she saw a piece of paper on the floor. It had been slipped under the door while she was away. She picked it up and read it, "I have your key. I could be convinced to give it to you, but not for free. If you want to start earning it send a topless photo to [email protected]. Include your face so I know you didn't get it off the net. Oh, and smile or it doesn't count."

Kai gulped. This was crazy. Absolutely crazy. Someone, another player, was blackmailing her? Kai felt a surge of rage that was quickly supressed by a stronger surge of frustration. Before yesterday she'd barely ever touched herself, but now it was all she could think about. She HAD to get that key back. She had ****. She had no idea who held the key, and she couldn't go around hypnotizing the whole building until she figured it out. She'd have to play the game, at least until they met face to face.

She stripped off her shirt and tossed it aside. She snapped a photo and looked at it. She wasn't smiling. How could she be? She tried a few more times until she thought her blackmailer would accept it. She was smiling, even if it was the fakest thing she'd ever done.

Kai hesitated. She'd never sent a nude to anyone, never imagined doing it. Now she wasn't just sending the photo to someone, it was a total stranger who had power over her. She hated this. She swore then and there that she would get her ****. She'd just have to be patient. She typed in the address and sent the photo off, then quickly covered herself up. She had lots to do, but it was a long time before she found the strength to do any of it.

"Well? What's so urgent we had to meet on a weekend?" Mia grumbled as she opened the door, "If it's...oh. Oh? Cynthia...you look...different."

"I'll say. I look good, don't I?" Cynthia asked.

"Well...ya. I'll admit it." Mia said, "Come on in then." They went and sat in Mia's living room, "Can I get you anything? Tea? Coffee?"

"Tea would be lovely," Cynthia said, "But first...aren't you curious about my new look?"

"Yes. Very. You look...younger." Mia said.

Cynthia took the ray gun out of her bag and set it on the table, "Yes. 10 years younger in fact."

Mia stared at the gun, "10 years...are you trying to tell me that....gun...takes 10 years off your age?"

"That's exactly what it does, yes." Cynthia said.

Mia reached for it, but Cynthia grabbed it away, "What? You get to be younger by I don't?"

"Yes. Exactly," Cynthia teased, "It only comes with 3 shots. I've already used 1. We should be strategic with the other two."

Mia rolled her eyes, "What? You want to sell them? Even if we could convince someone it was real, using it would...complicate things. Quickly."

"Yes I imagine it would," Cynthia conceded, "But still...the right person would pay millions for 10 extra years. What are you willing to pay?"

"Pay? I'm surprised Cynthia. You never struck me as the money hungry type."

Cynthia shook her head, "I don't want money. Well, not yours anyway. I don't need personal wealth, I just want money to continue my research. But while we may both have good jobs, neither of us are going to be buying a new mass spectrometer with our own funds."

"Then what do you want?" Mia asked.

Cynthia reached into her bag a second time and set down the Yes-Lace.

"Oh no. No no no..." Mia said, recalling the last time she'd put that on.

"I did some testing with Grey, that player I told you about, but I felt strange using it on a student. On a peer I'd be more comfortable in pushing boundaries, seeing what it can really do." Cynthia said.

"All the more reason for me to say no." Mia said.

"True. I won't lie to you. I want to see if there's anything you can refuse to do while wearing that necklace. That means forcing you to do uncomfortable things. But I think you can trust me to keep my word. 4 hours, and you get the second shot of the de-aging ray."

Mia shook her head. She hesitated, then sighed, "30 minutes."

"Not nearly enough," Cynthia said, "I can go down to 3 hours."

"3 hours and we don't leave my house." Mia countered.

Cynthia clicked her tongue, "8 hours and we don't leave your house."

"What? That's...ugh. S-six hours and we don't leave my house." Mia said.

"Deal." Cynthia grinned. She'd never planned to take Mia out of the house anyway. As much as she wanted to test the limits of the necklace, she still wanted Mia to be her ally when this was all done.

"Fuck me." Mia said, reaching for the necklace.

"Not really my thing, don't worry," Cynthia teased. She waited for Mia to put the necklace on, "Would you go make that tea now?"

"Yes...this game really is Nefarious..." Mia said as she walked to the kitchen.

Suddenly Cynthia felt a very strange sensation. She stood up, without any conscious thought, and pulled her pants down, stepping out of them. As soon as her legs were bare she regained control of her body. She looked down at her pants, confused, then tried to put them back on again. Try as she might, she just couldn't make herself put a leg through the hole.

"Bloody hell..." She said. Someone had hit her with an invention, it was the only explanation.

"Here's your...what the fuck? I thought you weren't gay?!" Mia said as she came back with the tea.

Mia gazed at her, just as confused as she was.

Regan stared at the photo of Kai for a little bit too long. She couldn't believe it. That prude had caved. Instantly. She couldn't judge the other woman. If it had been Regan trapped in a chastity belt she would have done anything her blackmailer suggested to get rid of it. Regan set down her phone and smiled. This was good. really good. It showed a level of desperation that let Regan know she could keep pushing. That didn't mean she could push too hard. She'd give it a little bit before demanding more from Kai. She had to string her along, less she fall off the hook entirely.

Regan closed the photo and went back to her research. She grinned at the idea of scrolling social media as being research, but research it was. She knew that one of those girls was a player. She also knew that whichever of it was the player, they were a second year engineering student. So she'd been trying to find them online, but so far she'd had no luck. It didn't make any sense. They looked like party girls. Heck, she'd seen them at a party. But there was nothing out there. Not even in the background of someone else's photo.

She clicked her tongue, then flipped over to the one bit of research that had been successful. Finding professors was a lot easier than finding students. Not only were there less of them, but they helpfully had photos alongside their bios on the faculty website.

"Cynthia York..." Regan muttered. Regan knew that one of the players was a professor so she'd gone diving through the photos of professors looking for something that stood out, and Cynthia York had stood out. She'd been with the blonde bimbo at the clothing store. It was too much of a coincidence. It had to be her. She was the player.

She knew just what to do to confirm her suspicious. Just drop the word 'Nefarious' around her. Of course she might've targeted the bimbo instead, but even without the strip trigger a player would surely react to that word. The only trouble was Regan didn't want to give her own identity away. She really needed someone else to say the word Nefarious while she watched from a distance. She tapped her fingers, trying to think of how to accomplish that.

She hadn't thought of anything when Ashley returned. Ashley herself could be a useful stooge, but she didn't know how to connect her to Professor York.

"Hey Regan, are you busy?" Ashley asked.

"Not particularly, what's up?"

"Well...I...um...it's a bit awkward..."

"Just spit it out." Regan said.

"A friend of mine has a problem. She thinks her roommate is cursed." Ashley finally said.

"Cursed..." Regan repeated.

"Ya. Um. She started masturbating. Like. All the time. She's skipping classes. Meals. It's bad."

"Alright...what does this have to do with me?" Regan wondered.

"I told my friend I'd help but frankly...I'm too much of a people pleaser. What we really need is-"

"A bitch," Regan interrupted, "You need someone to slap some shit into her?"

"Well, I wasn't going to say that but...ya."

Regan sighed, "Well. Fine. Take me to the slut and I'll knock some sense into her."

"Really? Thanks!" Ashley practically bounced up and down, "Follow me!"

Regan went after her, a curious possibility churning through her mind.