Round 1 Continued

Daria's piece moved to a transformation tile and she read the description from the board, "Transformation - Breakfast in Bed - You will give head to the first man or woman you see upon waking up in the morning and non-players will see this as a completely normal action."

Daria looked around, "Head? As in..."

"A blowjob." Miles specified.

"Or pussy eating." Andrea added.

Daria gulped, "But...I...I can't...I don't have a boyfriend..."

"If you want I can come over in the morning to-" Miles didn't finish as Leila punched him again, considerably harder this time, "Ow!"

Camille sighed, "Miles might be an ass but he is on the right track, oui? If you must, you must. If you make arrangement you can decide instead of getting caught unaware by a stranger."

"I...I can't think about that right now," Daria said, "Miles please roll."

Miles did quickly and watched as his piece moved forward, "Compulsion - You will find it difficult to call people by their names, instead you'll feel compelled to come up with a cute or funny nickname for them and continue to use it even if they dislike it."

"Wait, so it's a compulsion...but you can fight it?" Daria wondered.

Miles stared at her, "Sure can Dee. I mean...DAR-IA. Daria. Dar-Dar."

"Don't you dare call me Dar-Dar." Daria said.

Miles shrugged, "I'll try Dar-Dar...oops." He shrugged and looked around at the others, then one by one assigned them all nicknames, "Andie, Cammy, Davie and...Princess."

"Princess? Like, what the hell?" Leila complained.

He shrugged, "Leila. Leia. You know. Star Wars."

"Would you rather Lay-lay?" Daria asked.

"Princess is fine."

Andrea rolled next landing on a transformation tile, "D-lightful - Breasts become D-cup, you are unable to call breasts by professional/medical terminology, will use words such as boobies, sweater puppies, etc., you feel uncomfortable when not showing cleavage, feel pleasure from being ogled."

Instantly Andrea's chest swelled up. She grabbed them, "Oh my God! My boobies!" She groped herself a little, exploring her new size, "They are so big! And I can't wear a bra!"

"So...we can look?" Miles asked, "Does it feel good Andie?"

Before Andrea could answer Leila punched him again.

"Ow! Give it a rest would you Princess?"

"I will when you stop being a creep."

"She's right dude." David said.

"Oh don't be so righteous Davey. You wanna look too. Admit it."

David ignored Miles...and very intentionally ignored ogling Andrea, and rolled. "What's this? A new tile?" The words filled the dome, "Swap - Swap gender. Huh?"

As he finished reading, the magic took hold. In an instant David was gone and in his place a woman wearing rather oversized clothes. She blinked. Then looked down at herself, "What the heck?" Then she clamped a hand to her throat, "My voice? Guys..." She put her hands down and looked at her friends for help.

"No way...that's..." Leila struggled to comprehend what she was saying.

"David...are you ok?" Camille asked.

David shook his...her? head, "No...this is too weird. I..."

Miles reached up from his spot on the floor to put his hand on David's knee, "It's okay Dolly...shit...sorry...the winner gets a wish right? I don't know who this game picks a winner but we'll undo this, won't we guys?"

"That's right. We can undo this. All of this." Andrea said.

"Somehow I doubt that..." Leila put a damper on things, "I don't think this game will let us off that easy."

Camille looked at the board nervously. How long could she go without rolling before being punished? She shivered and rolled. She didn't want to gloss over David's transformation, but she didn't want to get hurt herself.

She rolled a 6 and moved to a restriction tile, "Can never wear pants/shorts again—only skirts or dresses."

Of course she was currently wearing jeans. Banned clothes. She suddenly shot to her feet and started undoing the button on her jeans. She wasn't doing it consciously, but was compelled just like Andrea had been. In seconds she'd slid the jeans down and stepped out of them, standing in front of her friends in her panties.

"Fuck!" She swore.

Andrea moved quickly, "Oh no. Here." She pulled a skirt out of a box and tossed it at her. Camille pulled it on as quickly as she could. It was a little snug on her, but it fit well enough given her situation.

"No. No way. I'm like, done. Totz done. I can't even." Leila stood up and backed away from the board. "I just can't."

"Princess you have to." Miles insisted.

"Ya, I don't think the game is messing around." Daria added.

"Like no, no no no." Leila said.

As expected the game was not happy about Leila refusing to roll. The dome filled with words.

Leila has 20 seconds to roll or be punished.
10 seconds.
5
4
3

They all begged her to come back, but she refused. They watched in horror as the timer reached zero.

Non-players around Leila (within 5 feet) will be enticed sexually harass her either verbally or physically by smacking, groping or manhandling her ass. This desire increases exponentially with sexual attraction towards her and with increasing levels of authority over her in the workplace. Non-players who participate or witness this harassment will not see anything wrong with it and may get upset if players protest this treatment.

"What...like...I'm totally going to be..." Leila gulped, unable to process.

"Damn. I'm so sorry Princess."

"That's rough." Andrea agreed.

The game wasn't done with her unfortunately. The dome clouded over again and more words appeared.

Leila has 20 seconds to roll or be punished.

This time Leila didn't hesitate. She rushed back towards the coffee table, picked up the die and rolled. It landed on 3 and she moved to the dice tile, "Dice. Pick one...Looking Pregnant, omg no, Heels of Aphrodite or Obedient Cow. Cow? Like hell no. I'll take the heels I guess."

The game quickly revealed her choice, "Dice - Heels of Aphrodite. Fuck Me Pumps - You will be unable to walk unless wearing 4" or larger heels."

Leila looked down at her feet. She'd taken her shoes off after coming in, but she was standing over the coffee table barefoot. She looked around and tentatively took a step.

Before she knew what was happening she was falling. Luckily Miles caught her but she fell hard into his lap. Hard enough to feel something she really didn't want to feel.

"Ow!" Miles complained.

"Like, sorry!" Leila apologized. She tried to stand up again and found she was able to, but she didn't dare try to take a step. "Andrea..."

"You think I own 4 inch heels?" Andrea raised an eyebrow. Then she grinned, "Cause I do. I got you..." She looked around the small apartment, "I just haven't unpacked them yet..."

"Guys, look at the board." David said suddenly. Words had formed without anyone's action, "Break time. Daria must begin the next round at 7pm tomorrow."

"Break?"

"Tomorrow?"

"It's not over?"

The group complained, and Daria even tried to roll now, but the game appeared to be dormant. They would all have to live with their changes for at least a full day.