The First Night, Part 3

Parting ways with Sera, the contestants climbed the large central staircase to the second floor. They could see 4 doors, 2 each along opposite walls, as well as the elevator and a set of double doors at either end of the floor. Upon arrival, they were greeted by a new face. A young woman in a black and purple maid outfit curtsied as they approached. She had very pale skin and short, wavy black hair. When she lifted her head, they could see that she wore a gloomy expression, her purple eyes filled with disinterest and irritation, as if she didn’t want to be there.

“Welcome to the Lily Garden Bed & Breakfast, esteemed guests.” While her words were welcoming, her tone was anything but. She spoke as if their presence was a great inconvenience to her. “I’m this establishment’s head maid, as well as its only maid. It’s a pleasure to meet you, or whatever.” She looked off into the distance, as if already bored with this exchange. Several of the contestants were quick to match her energy.

“Look, we don’t want to be here just as much as you clearly don’t want us here, so drop the tone, bitch.” Cecilia walked right up to the maid to get in her face.

“Whatever do you mean? We are delighted to have you here.” The maid replied flatly, before she turned and started walking toward a table next to the wall, not giving Cecilia the chance to retort. “I have your room assignments listed here. Apparently, they’re based on how you each did in that poll earlier. First paired with last, and so on. Sera even gave you team names. Guess she was feeling whimsical.” The maid picked up a sheet of paper and pointed to each of the doors as she listed the pairings.

“The bunny and the redhead are in the Rose Suite. You’re Team History, whatever that means.” Erica and Cecilia turned toward each other and grimaced—neither of them satisfied with their assigned roommate.

“The MILF and the shortstack are Team Fantasy. You’re in the Sunflower Suite.” Elise **** a smile as she looked at the much younger and more scantily clad member of her team. Diona, meanwhile, was giving Elise an enthusiastic thumbs up.

“The oni and the alien are in the Sakura Suite. You’re Team Monster Girl. Wow, really stretching your imagination on that one, Sera.” Aoba and Aria shared a glance at each other before both shrugging. Neither of them had been given much reason to worry about the other one, so they were pretty okay with this arrangement.

“And that leaves blondie and the pervert. You’re Team Showoff, and you’re in the Hibiscus Suite.” Natalie looked at her new roommate with concern, while Mallory looked down bashfully, attempting to cover herself further.

“Ooh! This is the perfect time to try out some magic!” Elise cheered as she walked toward the door to the Sunflower Suite.

“That’s unnecess—” The maid tried to interrupt, but was too late as Elise focused on the lock of the door, pink energy building in her fingertips.

”Unlock!” Elise ordered. The energy surged, revealing… a closed door with the lock cylinder missing entirely. Elise blinked, unsure of what just happened, before suddenly shrieking, bending over and placing an arm over her chest. Once she had recovered from the shock, she peeked into the top of her dress to find brass nipple clamps biting down onto the sensitive nubs, a chain dangling between them.

“Like I was saying, that’s unnecessary.” The maid demonstrated by walking over to the nearest door and opening it. They were already unlocked, it turns out. “Lesson one of your new magic—be careful how you word things.” She chastised the fledgling witch, “You said ‘unlock’, and your magic did just that… by removing the lock entirely. Since you’re not strong enough to destroy matter, it has to go somewhere. Hence, your new accessories. Feel free to keep them; I’ll have the door repaired while you’re eating.” Elise blushed as she removed the clamps, careful not to show anything. She looked around, unsure of where to put them, until her new roommate reached out to take them, surprising everyone by… putting them in her pocket, as opposed to clamping them on her own nipples. The maid closed the other door before continuing.

“At one end of the hall is the lounge. You guys can hang out there in your free time. Or don’t. Doesn’t particularly matter to me either way.” The maid pointed to the double doors she was facing before pointing back over her shoulder with her thumb. “And at the other end is one of the rec rooms. It’s got a pool table, a ping pong table, shit like that.”

“So, we can use those whenever we want?” Aria raised a hand to interject.

“As long as there’s not somewhere else you have to be, knock yourselves out.” The maid shrugged. “But keep in mind that curfew for anyone not on a date with the Mistress is midnight. You have to be back in your rooms by then. Seriously—don’t be the dumbass that gets punished for breaking one of the easiest rules to follow.” Each of the girls nodded.

“Moving on, you each have your own vanity in your rooms. The mirror works like the mirrors in the shop downstairs, except it only offers purchases specific to each of you.” The maid could see the question on each of their faces. “And no, I don’t know anything about your personalized lists, so don’t bother asking me. That shit’s above my paygrade.” She gestured to a tray with several watches on it before continuing. “You can check out your rooms later—for right now, just grab a watch and I’ll lead you to the dining hall. You can turn the bezel on it, and it’ll turn into one of those mirror displays—though all it’ll show you is your score.”

They each went up to grab a watch, until Elise paused looking at the maid with a curious expression.

“Sorry. I don’t think we ever got your name.”

“Don’t have one.” The maid saw their confused expressions before adding, “A lot of the staff here aren’t human, me included. They’re either monsters or spirits—neither of which usually have names. We just don’t need them.”

“Okay, but what will we call you? It’d feel wrong to just call you ‘Maid’.” Aoba chimed in.

“Ugh, fine. Tell you what—I’m a type of shadow elemental known as an umbral. Since I’m the only one of my species that works here, just call me Umbra.” Umbra responded, just wanting to be done with this conversation. The contestants all nodded in acknowledgement. Umbra began leading them back toward the stairs, but Natalie noticed her roommate staying behind, walking toward the door to the Hibiscus Suite, her eyes somewhat glassy and unfocused.

“Hey, you okay?” Natalie asked. “Don’t you wanna get some food?”

“Um… no, that’s alright.” Mallory replied sheepishly. “I’m pretty tired from all of… this.” She would have gestured to her whole body, but that would have required her to stop covering herself. “I was probably just going to grab a shower and head to bed.”

“Yeah, I get it. It would be exhaustin’—dealin’ with what you had to go through tonight.” Natalie started to reach out to pat Mallory’s nylon-wrapped shoulder, before thinking better of it and simply waving goodbye. “I’ll make sure to bring somethin’ back for you in case you get hungry.”

“Thanks, Natalie.” Mallory watched the blonde walk away before opening the door to their room. If she had had the presence of mind to pay attention to the room itself, she would have seen a light and airy tropical-style room bearing a palette reminiscent of the beach—soft whites, blues, and beiges. Moonlight streamed through a row of large windows, and the sound of gentle waves could be heard from a small, tiled pool set into the floor beneath them—perfect for the guests staying there to soak their feet as if they were really at the beach. Several potted shrubs added a splash of color with the bright pinks, yellows, and oranges of the room’s namesake. The room had a single, full size bed with light blue linen bedding, and Mallory’s previous outfit rested on it—the yoga pants transformed to latex, and the sports bra to see-through mesh.

Mallory ignored all of these details, instead walking straight to the door she assumed was the bathroom. Once inside, she sank into a crouch, holding her knees close to her chest. She trembled as she thought back to the moment she received her transformation, permanently restricting her to lewd outfits that proudly displayed every intimate detail about the body they were wrapped around. The completeness and finality of her sentence was just so… so… SO FUCKING HOT!!! Her mind screamed out as she snuck a hand down to her lower lips. She began fingering herself furiously as her other hand played with her breast. Jesus Christ, that was intense! All those people looking at me—I think I almost came right then! Her fingers quickened, and the pleasure grew until her legs gave out; her butt sank down onto the cold tile, her legs spreading to give her easier access to her pussy. I never knew how good it felt to be looked at like that! Oh God, the face Aífe made! Just thinking about it is driving me crazy! The wetness from her pussy soaked into the nylon and dripped down onto the floor as she pushed her fingers deeper and deeper inside herself. She’d normally never go this hard while wearing one of her bodystockings for fear of tearing it, but she was too far gone in her lust to care. The fabric managed to hold, however, a result of the enhancement from her transformation.

This was it—she’d never again be able to hide her fetish. Everyone would know that she was a pervert—one with an obsession for nylon, latex, or other clothing that was smooth, see-through, and/or skintight. She loved the feeling of it on her skin, the tightness constricting around every inch of her, the way it hugged every curve of her supple body. She hid it for so long, but now she had an excuse. It was obviously fine for her to wear these things now—she had to, after all! Certainly, it would be better to wear something like this than to prance around naked! She felt giddy from the sense of liberation, and she felt her walls begin to clench around her fingers as she approached her climax. God, I wonder what Aífe’s fingers would feel like. She momentarily yearned for the touch of her Mistress. Maybe I can convince her to try something on. I bet she’d look great in it. She pictured herself and Aífe both wrapped in latex, bodies entwined as they explored every inch of each other. Finally, the dam burst, and she trembled as she felt the waves of pleasure crash through her in what was undoubtedly the strongest orgasm she’d ever had, leaving her lying there, flushed and panting, in a puddle of her own juices.

While Mallory was finger fucking herself into a stupor, the rest of the contestants followed Umbra back downstairs. Once on the first floor again, she led them to the double doors opposite the ones they used earlier.

“Unlike that other set of doors, these ones have a fixed destination.” Umbra explained, pushing open the doors to the dining hall. It was less grandiose than many of them were expecting—a large table at the center, big enough for them to all sit around and share a meal, with several smaller tables throughout the room, in case they didn’t want to sit with the group. A small but well-stocked bar sat in the corner next to what was presumably the door to the kitchen, currently unattended and marked “closed”. A set of eight cloches dotted the white tablecloth on the main table. There were no place cards at the table, so they each sat in whichever spot they wished. They uncovered their dishes—the same bread and potato soup that Sera had given to the Mistress. They dug in without much fanfare, all too tired from the eventful evening to make much comment either way.

Umbra stood there as they ate their meal, her duties not technically finished until they returned to their rooms for the night. After a few minutes, they had all mostly finished—a couple of them patting their stomachs in satisfaction.

“I’m sure our chef will be happy to hear that you all enjoyed her cooking.” She said as the last couple of spoons were set down in empty bowls. Umbra turned to leave, and they all stood to follow her—Natalie making sure to grab the singular bowl of uneaten soup for her roommate.

“You grab that for Mallory?” Erica asked, noticing the food in Natalie’s hands.

“Yeah. I’m real worried about her—she seemed pretty out of it.” The blonde replied.

“I know what you mean. I’m lucky I’m not more shaken up. We both got pretty bad transformations—I guess I should just be grateful that mine is at least something I could wear without getting arrested, unlike her.” Erica looked down at the outfit she was being **** to wear.
Diona, meanwhile, listened in on their conversation with a skeptical look on her face. Yeah, something tells me Mallory isn’t quite as torn up about it as you guys are thinking. She mused to herself. Takes a pervert to know one, and that girl was definitely horny AF when we left her up there.

Mallory had just finished her shower a few minutes ago—somehow mustering enough self-control to only give herself one additional orgasm with the shower wand—and was contemplating her clothing options. Her arousal induced euphoria had since worn off, and she was now much more hesitant about switching to wearing her fetishwear full time (at least for the time being). As she stood there, weighing her options, the door opened and Natalie walked in, carrying food for the now exceptionally hungry pervert. They both stood there awkwardly for a moment, before Natalie shut the door, set down the food, and turned away to offer the brunette some privacy, as well as hide her rapidly reddening face.

“I brought you some food!” Natalie said louder than she intended to from her sudden nervousness. “It was real tasty. Um… you should probably eat while it’s still hot!”

“Yeah…” Mallory said weakly as she gulped. “I was just trying to figure out what I can actually wear that’s not… y’know.” She started to crack open her wardrobe only to close it immediately. Crap, they hung up all of my special clothing in there! I can’t let her see that! Being very careful to obscure the opening of her wardrobe with her body, she surveyed the clothing inside, failing to find anything that could be considered appropriate sleepwear. She thought for a moment, before trying on just a bra and panties. To her relief, they didn’t transform—apparently already skintight enough to fit her transformation. “You cool with me sleeping in just my underwear, Natalie?” She turned to ask the blonde. “It’s pretty much all I have.”

“That’s fine! As long as you’re comfortable.” Natalie assured her. “Looks like we’ll be sharin’ a bed, though.”

“Yeah… but it’ll probably be fine. I don’t toss around that much.” Mallory was finally starting to calm down, glad that she got probably one of the easier roommates to deal with.

“Glad to hear it. I’ll go ahead and grab a shower while you eat.” Natalie began grabbing some pajamas to change into before heading into the bathroom.

“Thanks, I’ll do that.” Mallory started scarfing down her soup, thinking to herself: Thank God I remembered to clean up the puddle that I made. When Mallory had finished her soup, and Natalie her shower, they both climbed into bed to try and get some sleep.

Most of the others had far less eventful nights upon returning to their rooms. Aoba and Aria were both happy with their Japanese-style room—though Aoba did gripe that it was a bit racist to stick the only Japanese contestant in that suite. They played rock, paper, scissors to determine who got to shower first, and neither had much issue sharing the single futon with the other. Elise had been somewhat wary of having Diona as a roommate, but was relieved to find that she was surprisingly respectful—volunteering to let the elder contestant shower first. She was also relieved to find that Diona didn’t sleep in the nude as she had feared, the horny gremlin instead opting for a neon pink tank top and black shorts. They settled down in their cozy, rustic room without complaint—though Elise discovered that Diona was a hugger. She didn’t mind that much, however, as it reminded her of how her daughter used to cling to her after she had a nightmare. She drifted off, hoping that Claire would be okay, and that she’d still be able to see her daughter when all was said and done.

The only pair of note was Erica and Cecilia. They were already unhappy to be sharing a room with each other in the first place, so they were absolutely furious to discover that they were sharing a bed, as well. Also not helping their mood was the particular room they had been placed in—a romantic looking suite right out of a cheesy movie. Red silk sheets on a four-poster bed, the soft ambient lighting of candles, and the heady scent of roses tickling their noses. This was a room meant to be shared with someone you wanted to fuck, as opposed to someone you wanted to punch.

“God. Of fucking course, they expect us to share a bed.” The bunny girl grumbled. “Geez—whatever. I’m gonna grab a shower. You figure out something we can do to not be right on top of each other while we’re trying to sleep.”

“Hey! Who the fuck said that you get to shower first?!” Cecilia protested.

“The voters did when they put me in this stupid outfit! This dumb leotard is sweaty as hell!” Erica complained, peeking down at the thin sheen of sweat coating her abs. “So, unless you want me to reach into your closet and use your clothes as a towel, I suggest you zip it!” She stormed past the redhead and into the bathroom. Cecilia, meanwhile, at least ignored her roommate’s order to work on their sleeping arrangements. Erica was free to do it herself if it bothered her that much, and Cecilia had no qualms about pushing the tomboy out of the bed if the need arose.

After a quick, cool shower, Erica swapped places, letting Cecilia have her turn to wash up. Erica opened up her closet to find something to wear, finding… many more bunny girl leotards of varying colors. Figures. She complained internally. Damn, I really liked some of those clothes, too. She checked her drawers to find that that selection had also changed—namely that all of her bras had disappeared, and her panties had all been replaced with black, high-leg thongs—she wasn’t allowed any underwear that might show under her new outfits, it seemed. Another drawer revealed that all of her normal socks had been replaced by several colors of pantyhose, stockings, and fishnets. She didn’t need to check her shoes to guess that both pairs she brought (her normal shoes and her running shoes) had been swapped for heels. When she had finally found her sleepwear, she discovered that her options were either some lacy teddies with sewn-on bunny tails, matching ears, and stocking with garter belts… or a pink bunny onesie.

“Seriously? You’ve gotta be kidding me with this shit.” Erica groaned, debating the options in her head. She ultimately reached for the onesie. No way am I gonna wear one of those to bed with her. I’m gonna save those for someone who’s earned the privilege of seeing me dressed up like that.

When Cecilia returned to the main room of their suite, she actually managed to not pass out from laughing too hard at the sight of her roommate dressed up like the Easter Bunny. Her mood having improved upon seeing that, she changed into a silk nightgown and got into bed. They glared at each other, and both threatened the other to not encroach on their side of the bed, before turning away from each other in a huff. Eventually, they both managed to drift off.