Mirror Mania

Looking about, I rush to where I thought I saw her, only to see a flash of a moment, a warped image flashing across several curved mirrors, making her appear to me kneeling and extremely tall all at once. I quickly turn about, bashing another way, only to almost run into a couple staring into the mirrors, looking on. As I do my best to keep moving, I find it oddly irritating for one breast to be free, gently bouncing differently than the other.

I catch their suprise, seeing their gaze turn to my exposed breast; its surprising exposure rather hypnotic to them, but I dare not pause now, lest I let my guard down and get caught. Besides, they likely won't understand the game anyway. I rush through seemingly random pathways, seeing others, and only a sliver of her, as I move about. I have to dodge about so as not to bump into a clown, who gives me an elongated smile and waves at me.

Looking about, he holds a hand up, and I stop, even as I'm on the lookout for Zoe. He makes an expression as if he suddenly discovered something, pointing at a flower on his lapel. Hoping for a clue, I look closer... and fall for the 'water from the flower trick. Sputtering, he smiles, slapping his knee as I manage to make an amused expression.

Moments later, he has another surprise for me. The clown reaches a hand out and gives my exposed breast a squeeze, eliciting me to gasp out in suprise. Poking my nipple, he moves his hand away suddenly and makes a rather cliché clown-cry movement, pointing at my other breast. I shoot him a glance before dashing on, all the while thinking, 'Yea, don't worry, if I mess up, you'd get to see 'em both soon enough."

Finally, I see Zoe dashing over, before changing course at the last moment, veering away when I notice its another woman who happens to be wearing similar clothes. It takes a bit more rushing about before I find Zoe. Actually Zoe. Focusing, I move close behind her, remembering well the rule that the catcher can either play a trick or fix one ... well, I'd like to win this, and fixing my top, while convenient, won't put an end to this. Or so I tell myself, sneaking behind her, I reach around her waist.

Caught by suprise, Zoe lets out a gasp, leaning back in shock, watching closely as I pull her leggings down to around her knees before dashing off, and looking in time to catch sight of a pink g-string as I rush past. She smiles, actually smiles as I move back into the wall of mirrors. "I was hoping you'd make it sporting." she declares, moving about, trying to catch me, while I keep my reply in my head.

'Have to do better than that. I'm not going to just wait around; I'm moving off once I catch you" Doing my best to keep an eye on her this time, I serve about, not as caring about my exposed breast, or how its bounce is off. The corner of my lip moves upward, even as I notice she gave herself undergarments, wondering if that gives her an advantage. I look once more, moving about lively, noticing she doesn't have a bra under her halter top... under close examination, the fabric is too sheer to hide anything beneath.

She moves about, still a bit sure of herself. Watching carefully, I look for another chance. I hide, almost getting sighted myself, even as I find the sight of her grey leggings yanked to her knees, a bright pink g-string shining out for all to see, rather hilarious. Moving carefully, I see Jesse, who waves back, all smiles. I wave slowly back, focusing on Zoe's game and soon get a new chance to strike. Moving silently, despite my high heels, I dash from behind a circle of mirrors; I reach out and yank her g-string down, putting her mound into view.

Caught by suprise, he shoots me a mischievous look, oddly taking to her game despite me scoring once more. A few onlookers gasp and stare, enjoying the sight of Zoe's suddenly exposed, from mid-riff to legs, before them. They find it even more amusing as she glances down, noticing her own exposure, and dashes off in seemingly a different direction... likely where she thought I would go.

I dash out of sight, going a different way, the mirrors making my exposed breast seem larger than it really was. Moving along a different, though parallel path, I do my best to keep up, as banks of mirrors distort how I look in all kinds of silly ways.

Happy to have caught her now twice, I move with some confidence, looking forward to my next win, even as I look out to not get caught again... and almost dash right into a man on stilts. "Hey, careful now, lady. I know it's a fun house, but still. Hey, why is your Boob out, anyway? Not that I mind. Just asking.

Looking wildly about, I find I've lost track of her, the tall man making it hard to see around. Letting out a sigh, I look up at him, "Well, actually, my new roommate has invented a game, and well... apparently, it seeing you can strip the other first.

He chuckles at that, looking down at me. "My kind of game! Can anyone play? I'd love to see you naked."

I try to resist laughing at that, but it was so unexpected. Looking about once more, it seems the ghost is clear, so I smile up at him, shrugging, "Not know... but how about I give you my number, and we can see if you can come up with a way to get me naked."

His smile grows at that, staring intently down at me, and I quickly rattle off my cellphone number and address. He takes it down quickly, massaging me and nodding as my phone buzzes back in reply. 'Let me know when you're free!- Brett.' I look up to see him making a large grin, nodding, "Alright, hun, see you tonight.. I look forward to seeing you... all of you."

Smiling as he walks off, casually as I would without long sticks for legs. Watching him head off, find my mind looking forward to it. Which gives Zoe time to strike. I let out a gasp, grabbing me from behind as she shouts, "Got ya now!", to which I gasp, surprised, feeling her yank my tight dress down, exposing both breasts now, before dashing off in another direction, leaving me with just the sight of her exposed ass in a show house mirror as the only sight I even get of her.

Kicking myself, I dash along, hoping to catch up with her. 'At least my breasts are bouncing together in the sink now, even as I realise that if I get caught once more, I may well end up losing it. "Want to see what happens when I win?"

My resolve is redoubled, and I dash around a new corner, passing by strangers, even as both of my breasts make their best effort to put on a show, bouncing gently and free before them. More than a few satisfied smiles shine as they catch sight of my melons, or at least their reflections, as I move about, not daring to get caught once more.