To the Morning Wood forest.

"Come on, let's go this way!" Anne gingerly insists, already making a beeline for that path from the beach. Kacie watches her bound that way, her sarong clad hips swaying from side to side as she does so. For being turned into a girl earlier today, the redhead really does seem to be adapting to the movements of her body. She is enjoying this way too much, Kacie thinks as she starts to follow along.

Of course, you don't mind that. While Kacie is clearly checking out her friend's bikini-clad body, with its light, slightly freckled skin, and stunning scarlet hair flowing down from her head, you get to observe Kacie's incredible athletic build. Her long, shapely, runner's legs are now bare in such a gorgeous way; the cut-off jean shorts she's sporting barely cover her whole backside—they are so tight and small. The pockets are even peeking out from the bottom. Her being clad in such tiny shorts and a bikini top, coupled with her short, blonde-undercut hair makes for a great contrast between her tomboyish looks and attitude and her current very feminine attire. You might not have a body currently in your strange role as an observer to this story, but you can't deny that you have a great view.

The path from the beach leads into the trees of the forest "tile." Anne, still holding the rope she found to tie around April's neck, continues without hesitation from the sunny shore to the shadier forest. Why she picked this way, Kacie isn't sure. The blonde thinks about the picture on the tile of the game.

Didn't those trees all have... dicks? She ponders, her cheeks flushing a bit red as she wonders if her friend forgot about that and just chose randomly... or if maybe that was the reason. Anne's whole attitude since the change has been... different. Was she embracing more than just the movements of her body? Because even Kacie could realize, as she thinks about the images of those transformed men with their now permanent, wooden erections: her body was reacting to that which she would not have had even one day ago. She never thought she was attracted to men while she was a man. Did the Trickster's change to her body include a shift in her orientation? She didn't like that one bit and suspected that Anne was under a similar influence.

You're curious, so you decide to shift your focus more to Anne for a bit. She is actually smiling as she moves forward, her bikini-clad breasts bouncing in a way that makes it hard for you to concentrate elsewhere. This is so crazy, she is thinking, but, like, it's also really cool. I mean, it's terrifying, but it's amazing at the same time. I really shouldn't feel so turned on by all this, but...

"Hey!" Kacie calls from behind Anne. The girl in front turns around and looks at her taller friend standing near a bucket that is lying on the side of the path.

"It's a resource collecting game, right? I think we need to bring this to collect the... um... what was it... the latex." Kacie picks up the bucket and moves next to her too enthusiastic friend.

"Right! Okay. So now we're in an adventure book and a board game, so we have two things to keep in mind," Anne reasons while April starts to chew on a nearby leaf without the other girls noticing, "The game-book is going to keep giving us choices with traps, and the board game is going to be working against us. First thing's first: Don't break the rules. That's just asking for trouble."

Kacie rolls her eyes a bit but reluctantly agrees and nods. Her life was currently insane, but at least Anne seems to have a way to somewhat navigate the insanity.

"So, yes, you're right. We should get our resource from this tile so that we're satisfying the board-game world. But we need to be careful how we do it because we could fall into a game-book trap and end up THE END'ed and then the board game doesn't matter," Anne reasons. April might have spoken up about Anne perhaps taking the board game thing too far; that this was really its own world too, but currently her thoughts are largely focused on how good the leaf tastes and how nice the sun feels through the trees.

It doesn't take long for the three to come to a grove that's more akin to what was on the game piece tile. The trees look far less normal here; still stretching up into a canopy above, but clearly in the shape of men. Anne and Kacie both observe these wooden images closely. Most of them have an expression on their bark-ified faces that's a mix of passion and terror. It's like each one was transformed while in the throes of pleasure.

Both of the recently transformed girls are soon moving their eyes downward though. Both are a little embarrassed by it, but there is just literally no avoiding the defining characteristic of these former-human-male trees: their big, erect cocks, all sculpted in perfect detail despite being wooden. They are also much smoother than the bark of the rest of the body, almost like they were frequently polished. And almost all of them are leaking slightly with white liquid beading up at the tip.

"I think that's our resource we need to collect," Anne states aloud.

Kacie sighs a bit, knowing that her friend is right but wishing she didn't have to admit it. "Why is everything in this 'adventure' so... lewd?" she asks. You see through her tone, though. She's frustrated, yes... but she's more turned on than she wants to admit even to herself.

"So how should we do this?" Anne asks. She and Kacie look at each other.

Anne speaks first, "I think we need to, um... suck them," her cheeks are almost as red as her hair as she says that. She's clearly never wanted to do such a thing before this change, but now, as she suggests it, her pussy gets a little warm and you swear you catch her lick her lips slightly before she goes on with her reasoning: "See how these are all smooth? I think that's because these tree-knobs get polished, and, yes, I think it's probably supposed to be as dirty as it sounds."

Kacie shakes her head. She's stubbornly trying to deny how hot that is making her inside of those daisy-dukes. "Nope, nuh-uh. I'm not sucking any cocks." Of course, as she says that, she presses her silky thighs together a bit. The arousal is hitting her more powerfully than she would have expected, even as she tries to deny it.

"Look, why don't we just... I don't know... give these things, like, hand-jobs," Kacie suggests as an alternative, still embarrassed by her compromised wording. "I mean, look, they're just trees, and that'll be how we tap the sap. Right?"

In the etherial distance, an imp's excited giggle echoes through realities as his playthings come to another choice, both of which are delightfully dirty. But which is correct?