Round 8 Continues (2)

Nat rolled a 6 and watched in horror as he token moved on it's own, "No. No. Not again. Fuck. This is rigged!" Fortunately for Nat it wasn't rigged, or else he really would be a bimbo already. Fortunately for the audience, he landed on BOB yet again, "Fuck. It says. Oh shit. The results of my last BOB. With 40% of the vote the winner is ASSistant,

"ASSistant - Why should he dress like a boss when he's got a body like that? He'll be compelled to dress like the assistant of his dreams in tight pencils skirts, a partially buttoned blouse, and a push-up bra."

Nat grumbled, "How the hell is that going to work? I can't cover my belly. Can't button my shirts all the way. I'm already wearing a damn skirt, does it really have to be tight too?" Nat closed his eyes and an image of him wearing such an outfit appeared in his mind. Despite his words this image just seemed...right. Unlike his inability to wear pants or button his shirt all the way the BOB transformations weren't a complete restriction. He COULD wear other things. It's just that nothing else would feel right. He sighed, "Eliza...you wouldn't happen to..."

Eliza shook her head, "Sorry. Eliza didn't pack any pencil skirts to bring hiking..."

"Ditto." Said Rachel.

Nat looked at Dylan, who turned to Oliver to reply, "Oliver I really wish I'd brought a skirt for Nat, but I didn't."

His last and only hope, "Lina?"

Lina grinned, "Like, come with me."

Reluctantly he followed Lina into her room. She slammed the door behind her and hurried over to her suitcase. She pulled out a skirt and turned around, "But first..."

Nat put his hands on his hips, "Really? What are you trying to pull now? Cause you don't have the power you think you do."

Lina surprised him by dropping to her knees and bowing her head, "Like, I'm sorry. It's um, difficult to respect women, but ain't impossible. I like, too the easy road. You and I haven't been close and it was like, uh...con-ven...uh...just too easy to give in," She held the skirt, "C-can you forgive me?"

Nat had been expecting her to demand she write on his chest, or some other bullshit. An apologize had been the last thing on his mind. He took the skirt from her and stripped to his underwear, "I don't know...Lina..." Shit. It wasn't ENTIRELY her fault. Mostly. 99%. But the other 1%...he knew just how demanding this game was. "Ok. I forgive you."

He changed into the skirt and looked in the mirror. It felt good. Did his ass always look that good?

He shook his head. No. Don't think about it. He looked at Lina again, "Maybe a shirt too?"

Lina smiled, "Sure..." She licked her lips, "Sorry. I really is trying to think of you as a man but..."

Nat sighed, "Ya. I get it," He sighed and started buttoned up the shirt Lina passed him, part way of course, "I'm fucking hot."

"You should hurry Master." Lina said with a smile. Nat felt that her 'Master' wasn't the same as when she spoke to Oliver. She had **** with him, but she was choosing it now. On one hand that meant she didn't really see him as a man, but on the other it meant she was choosing to push against her programming for his sake. Maybe she really did want forgiveness, or maybe she was just afraid of Oliver getting truly mad at her. Either way Nat wasn't unhappy with it.

He hurried out and picked up his new BOB card, "It says Vocabulary. Fuck," He looked around, "So dommy mommy, porn star, and what? It's going to make me sound ultra feminine or something, isn't it?" He sighed and read his options, "Ultra Feminine...wait, I was kidding. Shit. The others are Yes Sir, Is that a Question and Seen but not heard. I suppose yes sir is some submissive bullshit. Same with seen but not heard. Guess I'd rather have the question one. Fuck. Rachel, roll and just make it move past me already."

Rachel picked up the dice, "Sure thing cutie," She winked as he groaned at her, "Ah a restriction. Let's see. Not allowed to enter buildings without permission. The game is really leaning into the vampire aspect..."

Eliza rolled next, "3. CG. Let's see...oh, Eliza should have expected this," She picked up and read the card the popped up, "Eliza's BOB result. At 45% it is Is that a teacher? - Eliza won't be dressing like a teacher anymore, instead she'll only ever wear the uniform of the school she teachers at. A pleated skirt, a buttoned up blouse, and underwear. Of course she may roll her skirt up and unbutton a few buttons beyond the school's dress code..."

Eliza closed her eyes as her new desires washed over her. She stood up, "Eliza will go change."

"No. Sit down." Rachel said.

"But..." Eliza squeezed her thighs together, "Rach..."

"How does it feel? Being denied what you want? You can't change without permission. And you do not have mine," Rachel scanned the room, "And nobody else will give you permission either."

Eliza gulped. It was true. She was so, so turned on. She wanted desperately to touch herself, despite the looks of her friends. She bit her lip and sat down. Truthfully what she really wanted to wear was the school uniform her students had to wear, but of course she didn't have one. She'd have to order one ASAP. In the meantime she did have a button up shirt to change into, but Rachel was right that being denied really turned her on. "T-tomorrow?" Eliza asked.

Rachel laughed, "If you're a good girl..."

Eliza nodded and picked up her CG card, "Oh. Still on the school girl theme...Headmaster’s Attention. You will receive extra scrutiny from all school personnel and can be punished physically based on the severity of your offense. After receiving punishment you will be totally forgiven for that deed (at least for that day) and nobody will think the punishment is strange or inappropriate."

"That's perfect!" Rachel said, "Now when you, well, dress like a slut at school they won't fire you! They'll just spank you!"

Eliza looked at her girlfriend, "That's perfect?"

"Close enough." Rachel said, "Go ahead Dylan."

Dylan picked up the dice and rolled, "Fuck me, another BOB," She picked up her card, "Career Change. Great, I'm getting fucked, aren't I? The nude novelist, camera ready, social media slut and pet me please. Huh. What you think Oliver? HARD choice, isn't it? Do you want as your submissive little pet?"

Oliver blushed, "Uh, do I have to answer that?"

Dylan winked, "I think you just did stud. Next please."

Lina picked up the dice, "Another BOB? I like got this shitty accent and now they change my words too?" She shook her head, "Choices are Sweet & Sour, One Syllable or Less!, Inverse IQ or Speaking her Mind. At least there is no can't speak English one."

"How would speaking her mind be a change exactly?" Rachel mused.

"Shut up." Lina said. Then her eyes darted to Oliver and back to Rachel and she added, "Please."

Oliver rolled his eyes and tossed the dice, "CG. It says...Open For Business When sitting down will always open legs as wide as possible." Immediately his knees flew apart.

"As if we needed another way to see your junk dude," Nat said, purposefully not looking, "Fuck. Ok, my turn again..."

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