Shopping

Mona

Andromeda left in time for Ophelia to arrive with lunch, a spear and shield on her back. She needed to join the others for lunch to arrange her free training session today; the gamer girl at least seems looking forward to it. I want to learn some magic. It sounds so cool!

Mona groans at her lunch: seasoned baked chicken breast (Aww, no breading or sauce!), brown rice (Isn’t rice supposed to be white?), and some weird vaguely broccoli like vegetables (More veggies? Boo!). Ophelia sits down with an identical meal for herself and Josie, with those sexy abs, joins them; her meal has more chicken, but is otherwise the same.

Mona, between bites, grumbles, “Can you explain the weird diet, at least?”

Thus begins a long, complicated conversation. Josie explains that the strategy she uses for her clients’ weight loss goals is different than what pop culture would say is a good diet. Basically, the amount of calories you eat lead to building (or losing) weight. The amount of exercise you do will determine what you build (or lose) when your body changes. The diet and exercise plan (which, apparently, is going to step up, much to Mona’s chagrin) is designed to encourage muscle growth. More muscle means a higher metabolism, which will lead to burning excess fat easier. Funny enough, Mona was told her old diet was not having her consume enough calories (among other issues). Her body thought it was starving, which leads to more fat development when she would overindulge. Mona does feel stuffed after lunch. She’s annoyed that she has to drink even more water, too. She hasn’t touched her weird powder (which is apparently a protein shake?), but she’s told that, if she gets hungry, that is her snack.

Josie fires off a text to Mona’s phone reminding her to schedule the when and where of her workout sessions and jogs back to teaching classes. Ophelia brought Mona a change of clothes and some toiletries, so the Mistress hits the gym showers. It’s a little too close to the high school locker room for Mona’s taste, so she does a quick shower, and, properly dressed, is ready to face the afternoon.

The walk back to the Hotel is a lot less stressful. It helps that Ophelia is prowling, eyes shifting, spear at the ready, the whole time. One glare from the maid and the few braver townsfolk back off. Soon enough, Mona is dropped off at the second floor, with the snarky sea elf reminding her to come back to the Suite by 5 to get ready for her date. The mistress wanders the amenities floor for a while, tempted to go hide in the arcade for the whole afternoon. Sighing, instead she pulls out her phone to see where the others are. Tegan and Gaia are in a training session together. Andromeda and Tessa are training together, too. Craig is listed as unavailable (date planning). Caoimhe is in the shops, listed as being idle. Mona shrugs and heads over to her.

When the mistress finds the gay best friend turned sexy lady, the later is staring at an empty storefront, still in her magical girl dress.

“Hey, Kev... I mean Caoimhe. What are you doing?”

“Just being annoyed by circumstances. Went upstairs to get changed into something more comfortable, only to find that all of my clothes were adjusted to fit my male form who is two foot taller than me. I can slip my entire body through one of his shirt neck holes if I am not careful. Then, after lunch, I was told my training time will be after dinner for unexplained reasons. Then, I come to the clothing store to find... this.” She gestures to the bare racks of an empty store. The flickering sign reads: Airika’s Dirty Secrets.

Kevin always was a cautious rule-follower. Maybe she needs a push? “You try walking in anyways? We have seen some weird stuff.”

Shrugging, Caoimhe walks in, expecting nothing to really happen. Instead, Mona gets the briefest flash of some very cute powder blue panties as the drow jumps from the blaring of a loud foghorn. The windows rattle from the **** of it. The foghorn goes off again as Mona follows in.

“Geez, was that necessary?”

A third voice squawks, “No, but it’s fun.”

Mona and Caoimhe look at each other. What have we gotten ourselves into?

The voice apparently belongs to some parrot-girl. She swoops down from the rafters, places one foot on a barrel that wasn’t there before, and hoists a cutlass in a jaunty pose. Her head is covered in bright red feathers as if they were hair and she has bright plumage growing out of her heavily toned bare arms. Her tail feathers are large and beautiful. She’s totally dressed like a pirate, too (just without sleeves), except for the golden collar around her neck. That looks like something out of some **** porn videos, just super fancy, with a golden ring front and center for a leash.

“Avast, ye scalawags, and welcome to Airika’s Dirty Secrets! I’m Airika, siren extraordinaire, former dread pirate queen and current admiral of Nimlith Grove, at your service. What booty can I interest ye in using to cover yer booty?”

What?

Caoimhe is the first to recover from the sudden appearance of a pirate parrot lady. “Ah, what booty? All I see are empty racks.”

“What kind of former pirate queen would I be if I displayed the goods? That’s just asking to get robbed.”

That is a strangely good point.

Caoimhe is again the first to respond, “Well, none of my clothes upstairs fit this body and I would like to have something other than this to wear, so...”

“Ah, say no more, me hearty. Airika is sure to have something scrumptious for you to wear. First question, of course, is: mundane or magical?”

Caoimhe shrugs. Mona finally finds her voice, “What kind of magic are you offering?”

“Ah, a discerning mistress,” this bird babe sighs. She again turns back to Caoimhe, “The standard magic clothes enchantment includes stain resistance, magical sweat wicking action, and, of course, auto adjustments. Your little fetish dress has it, plus a little extra oomph to let the dress turn into a tux and back for when you go, ugh, male. The adjustment we did to your clothes upstairs is a one-time courtesy, but you can pay for enchantments for your clothes later, if you like. Additional effects, like the male to female clothing swap, can also be purchased. So, magical or mundane?”

“Prices?”

“Aye, aye. Prices. An outfit with the standard enchantment will run you a minimum of 50 BP, depending on how slutty the outfit is.”

Both Mona and Caoimhe blush at that prospect. “So, the sluttier the outfit, the more expensive it is?” Caoimhe asks, daring to hope that’s the case.

Airika’s laugh is almost exactly like that of a parrot’s. “No, dummy; why would we do the fool thing of charging you more to appeal to your horndog of a mistress? The sluttier the outfit, the cheaper it is. We will literally give away mundane clothes if they are slutty enough.” An entire rack of clothes appears with a sign above them reading “Free!”

Huh? Fuck, that’s kind of hot. Maybe not for Kevin / Caoimhe, but for the others.

Caoimhe, both curious and dreading it, meanders over to the free clothes rack. Mona joins her. Some items are obviously for Caoimhe, others for Kevin. All of them would barely qualify as clothes fit for anything outside of the bedroom if Mona didn’t see what the townsfolk were wearing in public this morning. And, judging by what Mona is seeing for guy clothes, she really wants to ogle Kevin in some of these outfits. Caoimhe looks hesitant about the clothes before her.

“Maybe it’s just that I am used to being a guy, but are there some less revealing options?”

“Sure, sure.” Three more sets of racks appear: one priced at 25 BP, one at 50 BP, one at 100 BP. The clothes on the 25 BP rack are mildly slutty, basically equivalent to what Caoimhe is currently wearing. The 50 BP rack is filled with what Mona would consider normal clothes. The expensive rack clothes are really frumpy. Caoimhe looks longingly at them, then sighs as she looks through the 25 BP rack.

Mona steps right by her. “Hey, some of these could be fun. Check out this crop top!” Mona holds the black top with the words “Badass Bitch!” in stark white letters up to the drow’s body. “It comes with a cute mini skirt and some thigh high socks.”

When socks are mentioned, Caoimhe groans, “I’m going to need shoes, too! Ugh, this sucks! I need the money for training sessions.”

Shoes appear in little drawers below the clothes racks. Mona jogs over to the free shoes to see that, yes, they are a bunch of scary looking stiletto heels (or ballet bondage boots). Caoimhe asks, “Are there any flats? Or at least some wedge heels? I’m comfortable with a good wedge heel.”

The shopkeep squawks, “Tell you what? I will give you a pair of 4” wedge heels for free if you walk out of here wearing a free outfit. A 50 BP value!”

Caoimhe’s eyes bug out. Mona offers, “Hey, I can buy you some training, once I get some bounties done. You don’t have to...”

That looks like it set something off in the drow. “I don’t need your charity right now, Mona. Find me a free outfit that says, ‘Bois should fall down and worship me.’”

Wow. Wasn’t expecting that. Mona flicks through the clothes, looking for something. Meanwhile, Caoimhe finds a 25 BP outfit that doesn’t completely revolt her: a spaghetti strap halter top (with the words: “The correct answer is ‘Yes, Mistress’” scrawled on it) with a leather pleated midi skirt that looking to reach almost to her knees and some fishnet stockings. She places it on the counter.

“Ah, I guess I found something? Wanna look?”

Caoimhe walks over. Mona holds up the black leather cup-less corset with a matching pair of high cut leather panties (with a zipper at the crotch). Caoimhe arches an eyebrow, “Something like that will appeal to you?”

“I mean, I don’t want to be dommed, but I would want to wear something like this if I was gonna do the BDSM thing. Maybe we can find a boi to domme together? That’s got to be worth some XP.”

Caoimhe looks like she is considering the possibility. A slightly cruel smile forms on Caoimhe’s lips. “You aren’t the first to suggest me approaching the game like that. Now that both sides of me have been shifted to have a more dominant sexual desire, the idea of finding a cute little boi to play with sounds a lot more appealing. Maybe we can get Craig to put on a dress?”

Mona laughs out loud, then thinks back to her hours long masturbation session to scenes from Harem Hotel. The game always seems to add more players. Maybe we’ll get a cute femboi of some sort? Kevin / Caoimhe deserves it.

“Maybe?

Caoimhe takes the outfit to change. When she comes back, Mona is drooling. The drow’s perfectly petite tits, with dark purple nipples, jut over the corset, which hugs her sides so well. A corded key hangs between them. The panties show off her long legs (and the chastity belt she is wearing). Caoimhe gives her a spin, noting, “I would hate for the others to see me like this, but, for you Mona, I don’t mind. Not that much different from when you would ask me to take off my shirt for a sess.”

Kevin: +4 XP (Bare One’s Ogle-Worthy Breasts for Mistress, x2 bonus [First time contestant participant]).

“Uhm, wow, Caoimhe, you look hot. Ah, the belt...”

“Was a decision I made before breakfast. Old male me wanted to try it. New male me finds his new version useful, as it collects his milk. I will tolerate it for the BP. Speaking of milk...”

Caoimhe reaches behind her to show off a small container. She sloshes it, both showing off that she has some milk in it and distracts Mona with some boob jiggles. The drow’s smirks, “Want to try some?”

Airika, already setting some shiny black wedge heels on the counter, squawks, “Hu-cow milk breaks your diet, Mona, outside of maybe for breakfast if you have it as part of like some overnight oats? Too much sugar.”

Mona sits and pouts as Caoimhe buys her clothes. She slips on the shoes and fishnets, pulls the rest of her purchases into her inventory, then struts out of the store. Mona scrambles to follow.

Kevin: -25 BP

As soon as the drow is out of eyeshot from the bird, she swaps clothes mid stride back to her magic girl outfit, then starts to shine in silvery light. She grows back into Kevin mode, her dress turning into a silvery tuxedo. Slowing his stride, he waits for Mona to finish drooling.

“Oh, wow, Kevin, you look soooo hot like that too. Like a total beefcake!”

Kevin sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. He starts to head up the stairs, groaning, “I am going to be dealing with so many bullshit puns from you, aren’t I?”

“Ha!”

He pauses again on the stairs to let the shorter girl catch up, “Seriously, thanks Mona. That shopping trip felt as close to normal as I can manage right now. You are a good friend.”

“Glad to help, Kevin. How did you manage to change your clothes like that? And was your lady self serious about us dominating some femboi together?”

“I practiced inventory management up in my room before lunch. And, yeah, if I can find the right third, I can imagine having a threesome with you and the third is in the middle. Other me will want to dominate more than I do, but we can work out logistics if I can find him. I need to swap some things around in my inventory. I have it a little full right now. Catch you later?”

And Mona watches Kevin go into his bedroom. Checking her phone, it’s close enough to time and the others are still busy. She climbs the stairs to her room.

Mona: Weekly task update! Spend one-on-one time with each contestant (2/6)

After struggling with the stupid heavy door, Ophelia drags Mona to the bathroom to get her ready for her first date in quite a while. She’s **** to shower (Again?), shave her legs and her armpits and her crotch (At least I’m allowed to shape my pubes into a heart instead of removing it all!), wear some basic make-up (Man, it’s been a while for this!), and brush her hair into silky straightness (Just like Mom always made me wear it!). Ophelia got her a cute outfit that helps hide some of Mona’s unfortunate... plumpness. Mona checks herself out in the mirror and feels actually kind of pretty. The gamer girl smiles.

Then, the notification ding spam hits:

Mona: Daily tasks complete! Follow Diet Plan (Before the Date) +10 BP

Mona: Daily tasks complete! Fully Prepare for Your Date +20 BP

Mona: Weekly task update! Ensure each contestant successfully completes a training session (2/6)

Hey! Alright! I didn’t do that badly today! And I’m getting laid tonight!