Sandra rolls high

"Ten!"

Sandra moved the wolf piece up to a second-place tie with Samantha.

"Yes!" she said, pumping her fist and gritting her fangs, "I'm back in the game!"

"Well good for you!" said Emily spitefully. "I'll just wait until the rest of you die of old age to catch up!"

"Hey, this isn't a competition," said Tracy, "We're all trying to get out of this together so we can toss this game in the incinerator and forget this all never happened."

"Isn't it a competition?" asked Samantha.

"Huh?" grunted Tracy.

"First one to the center of the board wins the game," said Samantha.

"But it doesn't matter as long as we finish it, right?"

"Does it?"

When the girls thought about it, they didn't know for sure if there were consequences for losing. This didn't seem like a pleasant train of thought to follow, so Sandra quickly took her card and read it aloud.

"You're racing ahead, how far can you get? / With a slight adjustment, you can get closer yet / A domestic makeover will extend your run / Species, clothing, and attitude to put you within one."

"Within one... that doesn't mean up to the end of the board, does it?" asked Emily. She sounded ambivalent, as if she wanted to sound hopeful, but didn't actually want it to be the case.

"No," said Samantha, "I think it just means within one of the lead."

"I'll take it," said Samantha.

She moved herself up three spaces, placing her just behind Tracy. As she sat back down, her eyes caught on a little fray at the edge of her shirt.

"Shit, did I tear this with my claws?" she said, holding up the loose end.

Suddenly, Sandra's shirt billowed, as if caught in an updraft. The fabric slipped from Sandra's hand and began to unravel.

"You know," said Samantha, "I don't want to get on your case for buying cheap clothing, but..."

Sandra's annoyance slowly turned to panic when the unraveling continued past her knees and midriff. Then she felt her underwear start to slip.

"STOP!"

As the last threads flew off of her nipples and crotch, she crossed one arm and lowered the other, covering herself in time, but that didn't help the embarrassment of being completely stripped down, especially when she looked kind of wild and hairy with her wolf features.

"Don't look!"

"Oh come on," said Samantha, "we're all girls here. That is, except..." she grinned at Tracy, who was now trying to avoid looking at Samantha and Sandra.

"Hey, look!" said Emily, "The string!"

As quickly as they had unraveled, the cotton threads were re-spinning themselves, but not into a t-shirt or jeans. In fact, it didn't even look like the same material. Tracy touched one of the pieces.

"Oh my god, it's so soft," he said, "it's like..." she squinted,"wait..."

He recoiled and blushed when he realized that he was touching a pair of silk panties. Meanwhile, the rest of the fabric had reformed into a ruffly black-and-white one-piece dress with a high hem and low neckline. In short...

"A slutty maid costume?" said Emily.

"It's not just a costume," said Samantha, "look at the quality."

"I'm not going to wear that!" said Sandra, who began scooting awkwardly away to find something to throw on.

Unfortunately, the game seemed to have other ideas, as the dress flew towards her and swallowed her head like a shark.

"Mfffmmmhhhnggh!!!"

Sandra struggled against the dress, rolling over on the ground. In her desperation to escape, she accidentally raised her tail and flashed her pussy multiple times. Samantha and Emily chuckled and sniggered, while Tracy was now determined to shut his eyes until the end of the turn.

Once the dress had fitted itself to Sandra, the silk panties whizzed towards her feet, slipping themselves on and clinging tightly to Sandra's butt, which made her tail stand on end, to the watchers' amusement.

Sandra sat up with her arm still crossed over her chest—the costume left very little to the imagination in the cleavage area.