The Truck Stop

(With the opening chapter establishing the rules of Roland's game and how you became a woman, how you became Crystal, I will strictly write in 1st person from here onwards for the simple reason that it's how I'm most comfortable. I think second person is fine for the introduction and likewise I won't criticize any subsequent chapters added on by others if they're in a different perspective.)

I couldn't make it home in a single night, that would be impossible, but as I drove I couldn't help but wonder about Roland's rules.

Roland's Game:

1. Suck one dick a day or you'll be my girlfriend **** for life.

2. No sex or you'll be my girlfriend for life, but everytime you suck dick, you'll love it more and your lust will increase.

His rules said to suck one dick a day or I'll never return to my body again...but does one day mean once every 24 hours or one before the stroke of midnight? Does it matter? Of course it fucking matters because sucking a dick at 3pm means I won't have to suck another till 3pm the next day, but once per day could also mean the count starts over at midnight.

I sighed. Perhaps I was overthinking this? But then it occured to me...does sucking Roland earlier today count or does the game start with zero dicks? If he counts for the day, then I'd be okay till about 4pm tomorrow's or midnight tomorrow depending on the rules. If it doesn't count, then...

I glanced at the clock on my car illuminating the darkness. 7:55pm. Oh great, if it was once a day before midnight, then I have only four hours to suck a dick or he wins by default. Do I really want to gamble myself becoming a female **** for unclear rules?

No, I don't.

I pulled into the next truck stop I saw, parked, and exited my car. At that moment, I realized that I was still wearing my baggy clothes from my male body. Still in boxers only hanging on by elastic, baggy pants only hanging thanks to me tightening the belt to it's maximum, no bra, and a shirt way too big for me. My shoes were so loose when I walked that I almost slipped out from each step.

I walked inside and the truck stop sold clothes. Of course it did. No underwear or bras for me, though, but at least they had flip flops of various sizes likely for truckers and their wives going shower. Pants and shorts of various sizes, and shirts of various sizes.

I grabbed a pair of flip flops and sized myself. Moving onto the pants, I grabbed blue jean shorts, not knowing my size, I grabbed a handful. Finally, I reached the shirts, slipped them on over my baggy shirt till one fit snug, and I grabbed that one.

I went to the clerk and asked for a shower. The clerk asked for my fuel card and I shrugged. "I'm not a trucker and I'm not married to one... I need to try on shorts."

The clerk raised a brow. "Ma'am, this isn't a clothes store, generally people know their sizes when they buy clothes here."

I sighed, pulling out my wallet. "Look, I have cash, I'll buy a shower. Just let me try on shorts to find my size."

The clerk shook his head. "You can buy a shower, that's fine, but I can't let you bring in clothes without buying them first."

I sighed, lowered my head, and whispered to myself, "Oh, for fucks sake." Looking side to side, I saw that there was no one behind me and only a few people in the store. Closing my eyes, I felt my heartbeat quicken, then I turned to the clerk and said, "Let me try on these shorts so I know which to buy and I'll give you a blowjob."

He raised a brow.

Great! There I go, first evening as a woman and I already made myself look like a slut. Knowing my luck today, I probably found the one Christian man in the entire county who sincerely believes in the "nothing till marriage" principle and would call the COPS, outright killing my chances of winning the game unless the COP lets me suck him in his car.

The clerk opened his mouth to speak....