Transformation Aftermath

Francis

As soon as Beckie dismisses the transformation meeting, the bathhouse breaks into mild bedlam. Josie starts to carry off Tina (who looks to be only mock-struggling against the wolf Wulf) to where Francis suspects the dorm rooms are. Scarlet has to hold back Dinah, who looks like she desperately needs to ****-feed Indigo with mind altering milk. Indigo trips on Skye in her attempt to escape the de-aged doctor. Daphne is actively trying to drag Francis into the large pool of scented bath water (which, given her unfamiliarity with her new legs, is not going well). Last, but certainly not least, it feels like his own mind is screaming at him to not be him anymore.

The situation calls for something Francis hates doing. Busting out the militia drill sergeant voice. Ugh, so toxic.

“AH-TEN-SHUN!”

It works on 6 of the 7 women as the bellowed shout echoes around the room, though Tina did add a sarcastic salute. Indigo sneaks out.

“This is the first time we have had a chance to all sit down and work this out together without the game imposing on us some arbitrary rule or time schedule. Can we all calm down and try to come to some agreements? First point, I can use Indigo’s app to bring her back here. Dinah, can you...”

“Not for very long, Professor. It’s taking me a measurable amount of willpower not to chase after her right now.”

“Francis, she’s a lost cause,” Josie adds. He glares at her.

“I won’t go that far, but she has issues that she needs to work out on her own before she will be willing to really join in on our efforts,” Scarlet notes, her cheeks flushed from her first transformation, “The problem is that, until she realizes she needs to do said work, she won’t listen to any of us. The best we can hope for is that she comes to the right conclusions before she drops her score low enough to warrant elimination. Fuck. I hate how horny thinking about this basic stuff gets me.”

“Sorry I fucked this up so bad then.” After a pause, he continues, “Here is what I think we should do with our ‘free time’ today. One, I’d like to spend a bit of time with each of you, as close to one-on-one as you are comfortable with, partially so I can get to know you all a little better, partially to see what I can do to help. I think I still have the exchange transformation triggers for upgrades thing with the staff. My head feels like it’s in a vise right now with that Identity, Interrupted thing just pressed on me, so I’d prefer to do this up in the Suite, if you all don’t mind. Daphne, I’m sure I can carry you upstairs if I need to. Does that sound agreeable?”

Everyone concurs, with various levels of enthusiasm.

“Two, we all survived this for a week and I have a banner to burn. The one telling you to worship me upstairs. How about a low-key bonfire celebration this evening on the beach? Grill some food, listen to the surf, talk, maybe? Spitballing some family bonding ideas.”

“Oooh, we got stuff to burn too! Can I start the fire? Please?” the bonny bunny, still lugged over Josie’s shoulder, asks.

“You got it. Third, I don’t know what the game is going to bring to us or how long it’ll run. We need to help each other through this. I need your help in getting through this. Take some time today to take stock of what you can do to help the rest of us survive. I don’t want to lose anyone to coffee table hell or...”

“Being turned into a human dick having bird?” Tina offers.

“Or an affirmation keychain.”

“Or being cursed into becoming a drider.”

“Or...,” Josie tries to add, “I got nothing.”

“Unless anyone else has something to add, I’m going to go lay down for like an hour. Phone’s on if you need me before then. I’ll leave you to it.” Francis turns to walk upstairs. Dinah soon joins him.

“You okay, Francis?”

“Not particularly.”

“Good job calming us down. We need that. Sorry I couldn’t...”

“Sorry I couldn’t do more to turn that hypno-milk thing down.”

“You did more than I expected. Thank you.”

Dinah

Dinah does some minor activities while Francis takes his nap: gets changed into a less embarrassing casual outfit, successfully resists busting into a hallway room to ****-feed Indigo milk (twice!), helps Skye into the Master Suite, assembles a light lunch for the two of them, and moves Francis’ lunch (already set out) away from his throne. The two women hear Francis’ alarm go off about the time the mermaid Dinah promised to feed pops out of a water tube.

“Hey, Francis,” Dinah shouts, “Skye and I are up here. Wanna join us for lunch?”

A few minutes later, Francis slumps down on his chair. He looks... tired.

“The nap help?”

“Not really. Probably need a full night’s sleep to feel normal. Maybe Daphne can help explain it to me, but something about those feminization transformations is just... draining. And the voice in my head certainly doesn’t help.”

“Maybe I can help, Master?”

He glares at the mermaid. “Two questions: One, did you have anything to do with what happened to Daphne? Two, can you explain why the fuck she was dragged into the meeting mostly dead?”

“Sorry, Master. I don’t know what was going on. Been drinking my sorrows in the bar this morning. Is Daphne okay? She’s not my most favorite sister, but still...”

“Drinking doesn’t solve sadness,” Skye states, “Maybe if you told us why you were drinking, we can help?”

“Oh, I’m a junior writer on the writing team and my one transformation got last place in it’s poll. And I thought it was so good.”

Francis does not look amused. “Is there something you wanted?”

“Oh, Ms. Dinah promised that you would feed me during the challenge to make up for her not getting her Fashion Francis to cum.”

“Got conditions. We need to do some upgrades and I assume my exchange feminization for upgrades deal is still on?”

“Wait, Francis, you aren’t serious?” Skye exclaims, “What about the voice? We have BP.”

“And if the shop’s idea of improving your clothes aversion is to make you faint at the sight of clothes period?”

“That can’t be right,” Skye scoffs.

“Actually, it is, now,” the mermaid confirms, “Beckie told us to turn the screws ‘cause someone didn’t use his chance to transform her into something sexy. Not that putting lipstick on that pigfish would do anything.”

“Hey, Skye still has a point. We can adapt.”

“Really? Skye, how long has your particular version of Drow been living primarily underground? Can they survive on the surface for long during the day without some serious eye protection? Does the idea of wearing sunglasses trigger the clothing transformation?”

“Francis, you are being…”

“Approximately 72,000 years. No, most Drow start suffering permanent eye damage after an hour of direct sunlight. Feeling a little queasy about sunglasses; clothes are indecent, even if they are necessary.”

Wait, 72,000 years? Francis is pulling out his phone and typing something out. He shows it to the mermaid, saying, “Assuming triggering a feminization transformation is going to make me cum, you can have the results. Here is how I want Skye’s transformation to be upgraded, with her permission.”

It took some haggling, but the three of them settled on a finalized text:

Embarrassed Clothed Female +1 – How does one embarrass somebody who grew up being naked and unashamed? By making them feel shame clothed. Skye will now feel embarrassed by the concept of wearing clothing. The more worn clothing she is around, the more mortified she will feel. Embarrassment levels will also increase based on how emotionally close she is with the wearer; she will literally faint in shame if she sees The Master wear any clothing. Exceptions are made for jewelry, accessories, and safety equipment when worn appropriately (???).

Skye asks him to pay with her singing transformation, which he does so. He just orgasms on the spot as the upgrade sets in, looking irritated. The mermaid laps at the puddle as he stumbles towards his bed nook. Soon after, he’s back with a fashionable pair of wrap-around sunglasses.

Francis: Good Vibrations Progress +1

Francis: Identity, Interrupted Progress +1

“Here, Skye. Put these on. It’ll help.”

The elven farmgirl grabs the sunglasses and puts them on. She smiles as she starts to leave. “Could be a little darker, but these will work for me indoors. Thank you, my future lady love. You’ve done so much for me today. I need to take a little time to sort through my thoughts. We’ll talk tonight? Or did you want to join me for Evensong?”

“Both. Glad to help.” Turning to Dinah, he adds, “What can I do for you?”

“I wish you weren’t so reckless with your well-being. What happens if one of those sacrifices just breaks you?”

He looks pensive. A moment of pain washes over him, then he starts a breathing exercise for a bit. He does that a lot. Dinah sits beside him and gives him a side-hug. He turns and gives a slight smile. “Okay. I’ll try. Tell me when I go too far. Anything else?”

“Can you get dressed and then we, I don’t know, watch something?”

“Only got a subscription to the Harem Hotel’s streaming service, but I did get a recommendation for something good.”