Strike one

You audibly sigh in relief, your red cheeks fading slightly after the missed guess. “No, Raven, it isn’t feminization. I’ve lost bets to Emma before and had to... I would say suffer, but certainly endure it. It is certainly a fetish of mine, but not the one you are looking for this time”

“Awww well maybe I was just hoping, I could picture you as a very cute Lolita doll, especially with your baby face and dimples.” Raven pouts. Your blush somewhat returns at the babyface comment, a feature of yourself you have always felt self conscious about.

Emma has been staring at you intently this whole time, trying to pick up the subtlest hint. She certainly knew you better than Raven did, considering your numerous times playing together, not to mention just talking about interests. “I figured there was a slim shot at that one,” Emma begins, “but I didn’t have high hopes for it. No... to get that strong of a reaction, it has to be something you’ve not done before. And since I know you’ve done a lot, it has to be either something overly intricate... or something that would involve multiple people.”

You try not to look her in the eyes to confirm or not if she is on the right track. That simply leads you to look down into your own lap like a guilty child.

Emma continues her deductions, “I have two main ideas if that is the case, but let’s go with the simpler option first. Our second guess is you were turned on by the though of being locked in chastity or even cucked by us!”