Round 9 End

Nat smiled, "Ooh, a treasure! Finally, some good news. It’s an undo random—oh my God, yes! I don’t have to feel every little thing Rachel feels anymore!"

"Aw, too bad. It was so fun teasing you." Rachel said with a giggle.

"Good for you Nat. El is glad for you." Eliza said.

"My turrrrrn!" Rachel picked up the dice and rolled, "A challenge. Random opponent is...Nat! My other girlfriend!"

"I'm not sure how I feel about that title..." Nat said slowly.

Rachel shrugged, "Our challenge is arm wrestling!"

"Oh no!"

"Oh yes! Victory is mine!" Rachel would have lost to Nat at any point up until he got the train like a girl transformation but now...

"It's hopeless." Nat muttered. Still he put his arm out there, but the result was already a foregone conclusion. Rachel crushed him effortlessly.

"Haha," Rachel mocked him, "Let's see what I win. Cool, I'm like, super duper strong now."

Nat sighed and picked up his card, "Ugh, seriously? It says I’ll get turned on when someone overpowers me... just perfect."

"El roll now," Eliza said awkwardly. She frowned as she landed on BOB, "Job. Do not want to change that...they are...Sex Education, SHE-E-O, Preacher and Guidance Counselor..." Eliza thought about her options. The first was obviously too sexual so she didn't want that. SHE-E-O must be a play on CEO and she could get behind being the boss. Although her language barrier might be a problem. Preacher was another no go for her, so that left Guidance Counselor. It wouldn't be teaching exactly, but she could get behind that, "El want guide...Lo, Elizariel knoweth not how well she shall fare if even her sacred vocation may not be named. Yet within her dwelleth great wisdom, and she is steadfast in her charge to guide the youth."

"You're so smart you'll be fine," Rachel insisted, "Besides once we start selling my milk and pics of Nat's tits we'll be rich."

Nat covered his chest, but didn't speak up to disagree.

Eliza nodded, unsure if she believed it, "Uh. Girl. Roll now."

The girl formerly known as Dylan nodded and picked up the dice. She landed on restriction, "Must always address others with a formal title (Sir, Ma’am, Master, Mistress, etc.). Oh that's alright, isn't is Master? Does it make you hard to hear me call you that? Or do you prefer Sir? Sir may I suck your cock? Master please fuck me! What's better?"

"Uh..." Oliver gulped. Both obviously, he was rock hard.

"Master is Master!" Lina insisted.

The girl laughed, "Ya. I agree Ma'am."

"Ma'am? Like. No way. Mistress or else. Oh. Um. K...like here I go..." Lina rolled, "Another BOOB Vote?" She laughed, "Compulsion. Leashed, Invisible Restraints, Sister Wives and Broodmare. Oh I totes see where that's going. I'm gonna be a mommy!"

"I don't think that's a good idea dear..." Nat said quietly.

Lina ignored him, "Fill me up Master!"

"Sister wives might be better. Make her treat the girl better." Rachel suggested, "Not that we get a vote."

Oliver felt flushed. Of course his own fetish was roaring at him to suggest broodmare, but rationally he didn't want her barefoot and pregnant all the time. He agreed with Rachel, although the other two were clearly bondage related and he wouldn't have a problem with those either. He gulped and tried to move things along, "I'll roll. It's...CG. Oh, sorry Nat. I have to pass whatever it is on to you."

Nat shrugged, "I get it, sweetie. It’s really not your fault, okay?"

Oliver nodded and picked up his card, "Baby got Somethin'! Anyone in your immediate presence (5 feet) finds it mildly difficult to not stare at your ass/tits. Sorry bro." He felt himself instinctively shift his gaze to Nat's chest.

Nat quickly covered his chest with his arms, "Oh, fabulous. Now you’re checking me out too. Don’t think I don’t see what’s going on in that head of yours—my appraising eyes see everything."

Oliver blushed, "Uh..." He had been thinking about how perfect Nat's chest was. He felt wrong for thinking that, but it was true.

"Hey, Master can like...um...ooogel whoever he wants!" Lina said.

"It's ogle." Nat corrected.

"Ogle...ogle ogle ogle..." Rachel said giggling, "That's a weird word."

Nat groaned and rolled the dice. A question tile. Slowly he picked up the card, "Would you rather physically change gender and age 20 years or stay the same but become 10 years younger with either way your history rewriting itself to make sense to all non-players."

"Whoa." Rachel said.

"Dude." Oliver mumbled.

"Elizariel speaketh thus: Choose the second path, for to surrender the span of thy days is a price too dire. Though thy heart yearneth for the form of man once more, thou shalt forfeit joys untold if thou bringest upon thyself the weight of years."

"Nat as hot older man? Like, yum." Lina said, "I reckon more cocks to serve is better."

"Master would you tell that slut that young women are hot and old men...well...aren't. It's a fucking shame she ended up that way but this isn't the way out."

Nat held up his hands, "Yeah… thank you, all of you. I know what I need to do now. I’m going to stay like this… I’m going to stay a woman," He gulped and added, "For now." Although he knew his odds of ever swapping back were slim to none.

The loss of 10 years was instant. Nat blinked and looked around, "Sooo... be honest—do you notice anything different about me?"

"Ya, like, wanna fuck you..." Lina giggled.

Nat glanced over at her, then immediately looked away. He did not need to see what she was thinking right now. Not that Eliza and Rachel were any better. Oliver was off limits too. He turned to the girl with no name. Thankfully all her fantasies involved Oliver and while he didn't like being reminded that she only saw him as a woman, at least her thoughts about him weren't sexually...or didn't used to be.

She is currently fantasying about you fucking Oliver...

"Excuse me?" Nat said, incredulously.

The girl blushed and looked away, "Master it is only natural for you to lust after a hot young thing like that. I know she's gay and I would never **** that young Miss to do anything she didn't want to do...but if she ever wanted to try cock, I mean she should try it just once right? Well you have the only cock here and so it would only be natural for you to fill up her tight virgin pus-"

"Okay, okay! That’s enough, seriously. Can we please just move on? Rachel, sweetie, would you roll already?" Nat begged.

"Fine," Rachel rolled, "BOB again? It says...OH MY GOD!" Rachel squealed, "$500,000! Fuck work, we got paid!"

"Shop till you drop." Eliza said with a grin, "Buy El stuff!"

"Oh but I will get a new fetish in return. My choices are Role Player, Sharing is Caring , Risky Business and Stygiophilia. Ok, what the fuck is Stygiophilia?" She looked at Eliza, the resident genius.

Eliza shrugged, "Smart but not know lots." Just because she'd had a boost to her intelligence didn't mean she suddenly knew more things.

"Damn. Well I can get behind role play. And sharing...I already do that. Not the other two. They sound, well, risky." Rachel said.

"Yes Rach, El doth desire to weave a sacred play with thee—partake, and let fantasy become divine truth..." Elize blushed, "Roll now..." She picked up the dice and rolled and rolled a 3, "C-G. Headmaster’s Attention Level 2 Receives significantly more scrutiny from all school personnel, in and outside of work. All school employees have the right to punish her for real and perceived offences."

"Like as if should be," Lina chirped, "Principal lay down da law!" She lifting her bum up and smacked her own ass playfully.

"The Principal at her school is a woman." Rachel said flatly.

"Oh? Really?" Lina found that hard to believe, "Not for long. Bitches too stupid to...um...sorry. Nevermind."

"My turn then," The unnamed girl said, "It's gatcha. Cum make up (find sexy to be seen with face covered in male/female cum). Sweet, now we'll both enjoy your jizz all over my face Master!"

"Master doesn't need you to enjoy it," Lina said, "But like, my turn." She rolled a 5 and moved to a question tile, "Would you rather be permanently married to a random player or never get married at all? Duh, married!"

"Wait, no! Fuck!" Oliver said, "You..." He stopped. No need for name calling.

Rachel wasn't beyond that though, "You bimbo! Who did you just screw over?"

The unnamed girl held up her hand. There was a brand new shiny diamond ring on her finger, "Um Master..."

Lina was shocked, "Oh no! Not that slut!"

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