Trying her wings out in a great big world

“I can join in too, right?” Holly asked hopefully. “You know, with the clothing show-off, I mean. Right, master? That’s fine?” She looked back at Nick hopefully.

“I, uh… I don’t really mind, honestly,” he said, shrugging. “If that’s what you want, then… okay?” He paused, then turned to Sylvia. “Wait, can she even do that?” He asked. “I mean, she’s gotta wear that maid outfit the whole time, right?”

Sylvia shook her head. “No? No, she’s not **** to wear it or anything.”

Nick blinked. “…Wait, what?! I thought she did!”

Sylvia shook her head again. “Just take a look at her transformation, and you’ll see- oh. Right…” She waved her hand to call up the screen out of reflex, but nothing happened. After all, she didn’t have her powers anymore.

Nobody said anything. Sylvia’s solemn expression spoke volumes, though.

Then, everyone jumped in surprise when a black screen appeared beside her anyway, displaying Holly’s transformation.

• His Favorite Unfavorite: Holly has been removed from the harem and deemed unsuitable to be bonded with the master. She has relinquished all claims to being in a relationship with him, but still desires him nonetheless. She will have an important part in the master’s life moving forward, not as a girl in his harem, but as a tool to enhance his sex life. From this moment on, Holly will be unable to achieve physical stimulation through contact, whether by her own hand or someone else’s. The only thing capable of arousing her is the sight of the master with another woman. The only time she will be able to achieve orgasm is when another woman is brought to orgasm by the master, and only upon receiving verbal permission from that woman. (Elimination)

“Whoa, what!?” Kim nearly fell over, her eyes widening.

“Dakota’s probably listening in,” Nick guessed, surveying the store like he was looking for cameras, even though it was pointless. He’d done that more times than he could remember when he first came to the island, but wherever the audience and the host were watching from, it was impossible to discern by his level of perception.

Sylvia actually felt a bit better when she looked around, though. She smiled a little. Dakota was looking out for her, and had actually reached out to help her!

…That was probably not even close to the truth, but it was what she chose to believe.

“Anyway, if you take a look, she’s right,” Holly said, focusing on the words of her transformation. She’d been so focused on the hotness of it when it had first been given to her that she barely paid any attention to the specifics. “It doesn’t say I have to be wearing the maid costume! Hence why I could wear a swimsuit at Mary’s bachelorette party, and the maid-of-honor dress.”

“Oh yeah…” Kim nodded thoughtfully. A lot had happened today, so everything from the previous round had slipped her mind.

Oh, right. Nick hadn’t seen the bachelorette party, but he remembered the dress. If only he’d thought about that a little harder, he wouldn’t have had to put Sylvia through something so humiliating and painful just now.

“Exactly,” Sylvia said, holding her head up high. “I designed that transformation myself, after all! And while yes, a maid outfit is certainly hot and sexy, it simply wouldn’t do for a master to not be able to pick out the clothes he wants to see his sex **** in, don’t you agree?”

She seemed very proud of herself, while describing how great of a job she’d done at designing a transformation to humiliate someone eliminated from Nick’s harem. Just because Holly might have enjoyed that, doesn’t mean it was something she should be bragging about.

Nick sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“…Whatever,” he groaned, shaking his head. “So anyway, the point is that Holly could wear whatever she wanted this whole time?”

“More like whatever you wanted,” Sylvia clarified.

“I don’t even own clothes anymore!” Holly chirped.

Sigh. These two were really a problem when paired up together, Nick was starting to see that now. Like a set of obnoxious siblings that annoyed everyone around them.

Nick then realized his brain had started slipping into the “Sylvia is my bratty daughter” mindset Dakota was trying to push onto him, and she was bringing Holly along for the ride. He quickly cleared himself of those thoughts with a shake of his head.

“Okay, moving on,” he said forcefully, clearing his throat. “Since Holly can wear other clothes, that means, yes, you can join in on the clothing showcase.”

He turned to Kim. “And you meant it, right? The girls will get whatever they want to wear, for free? As long as they pose in it?”

Kim nodded.

“Sadly, yes. And I’ll be joining in, of course!”

“Can you do that, though?” Holly asked. “I mean, you’re only allowed to wear schoolgirl uniforms, right, Kim?”

“I’m fine with wearing a schoolgirl uniform!” Sylvia volunteered. “Daddy, would you like to see me in a tartan skirt?”

“No.”

“Aww… you’re no fun!” She pouted. “But anyway, Kim? Explain it to them, if you would.”

“Absolutely!” Kim nodded. She led the trio over to another section of the store. “Thanks to all the purchases people have been making, we’ve expanded the store to be more than just lingerie, take a look! We have a whole fetish-wear aisle, for whatever sexy clothes you’d like to roleplay as!”

She stopped and turned on her heel, cocking her hip against her hand. “According to the rules, I can wear whatever we have in stock, if I’m showing it off in a fashion show. I just can’t wear it outside. If I did, well…”

Kim glanced back at a sexy schoolgirl uniform hanging on a rack.

“…There wouldn’t be much of a point,” she said, clearing her throat. Then she clapped her hands together. “Now then! Should we move forward? I bet you’ve got all sorts of stuff you’d like to see us in, right, Nick?”

She seemed excited at the prospect. In fact, it seemed that these past few weeks, she’d been getting more and more eager to show off her body. Nick wracked his brain trying to remember if she’d gotten a transformation of some sort that compelled her to act this way, but he kept drawing a blank.

“Hold on! You girls weren’t going to start the fun without us, were you?”

Nick turned to see Rose standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips, and a bright grin on her face.

“Rose?” Holly raised her eyebrow. “And… wait, Marley!?”

Indeed, Rose hadn’t come alone. She’d brought with her a rather ****-looking brunette, wearing a familiar white ensemble.

“How are you two together?” Nick asked.

“She must have copied Carly’s transformation again,” Kim guessed.

“Exactly right!” Rose nodded, strutting into the store. She moved at a much faster pace than expected, practically getting to them in a flash. It was clear from the shine in her eyes that she was looking forward to this. “I brought Marley along because she just couldn’t bear to go without helping you pick out clothes, isn’t that right, ‘sis’?” She tittered, glancing over her shoulder.

A puddle of slime had flooded the entrance.

“…Oh. Maybe I was a little too eager,” Rose sheepishly admitted, heading back over to Marley. When she got to the ten foot barrier, Marley’s body reconstituted itself, and she responded by grabbing Rose by the collar of her sweater.

“Be more careful!” Marley hissed. “You think I LIKE getting turned into slime or something!? Ten feet! We have to stay within ten feet of each other!”

“R-right… sorry…” Rose apologized, while still suppressing her giggles. “I just wasn’t thinking…”

That was the understatement of the year. The others looked at each other and sighed. Rose was a real piece of work sometimes, alright.

Marley let her sort-of sister go. Rose always did stuff like this, ever since they were little girls. She was so thoughtless sometimes, and-

Wait, she’s not even my real sister! What am I doing?! Marley’s head was only getting more confused as she thought about this stuff. And there were other things that she should be focusing her attention on… like her mom.

She walked past Rose and approached Sylvia.

“I wanted to come give you my support,” she said, smiling a little. “I felt kind of bad, going along with what Carly wanted… if it was up to me, I would have stuck around with you.”

“No, no, it’s fine!” Sylvia said, waving her hands. Even as she said that, though, she couldn’t stop the giddy smile of joy that broke her face in half. “I totally get it. And I’m looking forward to what kind of outfits Carly has for me!”

“Yeah, she’s got some sexy cosplay,” Marley giggled. “She picked out some good ones for you.”

“So are we going to do this thing, or what?” Holly whined. She was getting impatient, and wanted to show off the goods already.

“I’m ready,” Kim said, cracking a smile. “So five girls to show off in sexy outfits?”

Marley blinked. “…Wait, five?”

“Of course five!” Rose tittered, hopping forward and draping her arm over her sister’s shoulder, pressing her boobs into Marley’s back. “Come on, you didn’t think you were actually going to get out of this, did you? Of course we’d include you!”

“But I don’t want to!” Marley groaned. “Carly’s the one who likes parading her body around like that, not me!”

“Come on, you were already in one of our promos, remember?” Kim pointed out.

Marley winced. “That… that was different,” she mumbled. “I wasn’t me back then, I was a slime girl who didn’t know any better.”

And just like that, the joy drained off of Sylvia’s face.

“Wait, so…” Her voice quivered slightly. “You don’t think of yourself as Mimi anymore? Then… you’re not really…?”

Marley turned so pale that for a second Nick thought she was going to melt back into slime.

“N-no!” She exclaimed, shaking her head frantically. “That’s not what I meant at all! I-I- of course I’m still Mimi! I was just… being stubborn.”

“So… will you dress up with us?” Sylvia asked hopefully. Nick wasn’t sure if she was serious or being manipulative, but as usual he suspected that latter. That being said, if she really WAS trying to manipulate her daughter, she was doing a masterful job of it.

Marley let out a long sigh and reluctantly nodded. “…Yeah. Okay. If that’s what you want,” she agreed, resigned to her fate.

“Yay!” Sylvia burst with excitement, nearly knocking over a few of the shelves with her cheer. “Okay, let’s get started! As soon as possible!”

She was thrilled to get the chance to show off next to her daughter… although it was a little weird, given that Marley had a far more adult body than she did. Although, the former slime girl had always had larger boobs, given Carly’s generous advantages.

“And you can’t forget about me, either,” Rose asserted, butting into the conversation. She held her hand over her chest. “Remember, I’m the one with the transformation based around role playing, so of course I’d take part!”

“You’ve barely used that transformation since you got it, though,” Sylvia pointed out, frowning. “And while I get it, the opportunity hasn’t really come up, there’s nothing that miffs a host more than a contestant squandering their advantage.”

Rose blushed. “W-well…” she mumbled, twirling a lock of her hair, “I’m just kind of… looking for something else, you know? I want Nick to want me for me…”

She glanced over at him slightly, and smiled so demurely that Nick had to remember that it was Rose he was dealing with and not Mary or Marley.

“Y-yeah, okay,” he mumbled, looking away. “Whatever.”

“Great!” Rose clapped her hands. “Then let’s get started! I call first go!” She headed down the aisle to pick out her outfit.

“Wait, Rose! Hold on!” Marley wailed, rushing after her.

The other girls just laughed, and joined in, choosing their first outfits for the photo shoot.

Nick sat back on a very familiar couch. While last time he had Mary with him, this time, all the girls who had come were dressing up themselves. And he would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to it at least a little.

There was no funky pop music this time, the lights simply dimmed to the perfect brightness in the spotlight for photographs, and the curtain parted to show Rose walk up onto the stage.

Nick’s eyes widened in surprise. She looked as gorgeous as ever, and had chosen quite a scintillating costume for her first selection.

Everywhere he looked, he saw white. Whether it was her creamy exposed skin, or the tight latex nurse’s outfit that clung to it, his eyes were bathed in white. The outfit itself wasn’t as risqué as it could have been; there weren’t, like, just red cross pasties for a top or anything (so Nick had seem some pornos in his day, so what? It was normal!) but it was definitely not something you’d see at any ordinary hospital. It was cut tightly to cling to her chest, showing off her midriff and a generous amount of cleavage through the open buttons. For the bottom, a white miniskirt that was barely longer than a belt clung to her curvy hips, and she had to walk just so on her six inch heels in order to keep from flashing him. White garters clung to long stockings just below the line of her skirt, which should have made the outfit more modest, but on Rose’s model figure it just served to ad an air of erotic charm. The only thing even remotely clean and professional about her getup were her gloves and the little nurse’s cap on her head. She batted her eyelashes at him and licked her lips, leaning forward to show off her cleavage to the camera.

“What do you think, doctor?” She asked with a breathy voice, barraging him in her sensual French accent. “Will this help the patient relieve his swelling?”

Nick gulped. “W-whoa,” he stammered, not sure how to respond. The bulge in his pants sure did, though, and he could already feel himself getting hard.

Seeing that she had the desired effect, Rose smirked and straightened up, strutting offstage while shaking her ass in a way that she knew would keep his eyes glued to her the whole way.

Damn. Rose had really raised the bar already. The other girls were going to have some steep competition.

That competition was her sister, who came in right after Rose stepped off. And she was wearing something that would make a certain someone rather proud, that was for sure. She’d chosen, of all things, a skimpy schoolgirl uniform. But it was clearly not designed for someone of her generous proportions, because the skirt rode up high on her meaty thighs, and the buttons of her shirt strained in vain to try and contain her massive chest. In fact, her tie sank into her cleavage so deeply that her breasts actually swallowed it. And to top it all off was the shy and innocent reaction on her face, with just a hint of embarrassment… it made Nick think, for a second, that she had really returned to Mimi’s naïve mindset- she just looked so blank somehow.

Fortunately, she let him know that wasn’t the case just by speaking.

“Um… I thought… I wanted to try this,” she mumbled. “I-I’ve never gone to… school before… well, I mean, of course I have, but… not really, so… what do you think?”

She was leaning forward to show off her chest, and Nick couldn’t help but admire it.

“You… damn,” he said, shaking his head in surprise. He knew that Marley was sexy, considering she was Carly’s sister, but her innocent charm gave her an entirely different atmosphere than the intentionally-seductive cosplayer. He remembered his night with both of them, and it made him wonder if Marley would made sleeping with him a recurring thing. “You really pull it off.”

Marley’s eyes widened in shock. “P-p-pull it off!?” She exclaimed, trying futilely to pull the sides of her shirt back over her breasts. “In front of everyone!? No!”

Embarrassed, she turned and ran off the stage, nearly tripping and falling over herself.

Nick found that even more adorable.

“Don’t worry, Nick, I’m happy to step up if you need someone to ‘pull it off’,” Kim’s giggling voice addressed him as she took the stage next. And she’d really gone all-out. While Rose had wowed with a classic and Marley had gone with something that took advantage of her innocent charms, Kim had really gone above and beyond with her choice of outfit, as expected of someone who worked here.

She had chosen to dress up as a belly dancer.

Parts of her slender figure were covered in long, golden silk, and she wore a tasseled bra that showed off a lot of cleavage. And given that Kim didn’t have very much to show, that meant her top was pretty damn skimpy. Her body was decorated in gaudy plastic jewelry that made it clear how cheap the costume was, but frankly, Nick didn’t really care. The silk veil still made her look gorgeous, and the gold and jewels still enriched the whole outfit; it was such a flip, seeing the usual austere and responsible Kim decked out in riches like that. She made a jangling sound as she walked barefoot up to the center of the stage, lifting up the hem of her silky skirt with one hand while the other extended out as if she were pulling him up onto the stage with her.

“I’ve had my eye on this one for a while,” she admitted. “But it’s not a schoolgirl uniform, so I haven’t had the chance to show it off. But what do you think? Does it suit me?”

He’d be lying if he said it didn’t. “You just look so… different,” he stammered.

Kim arched her back, showing off her belly. Her workouts with Dani were really getting her in shape; while she hadn’t built up a six pack or anything like that, she had definitely trimmed down, and was well on her way to a healthy, athletic figure.

“I heard from the girls that my night with you is tomorrow,” she giggled. “A bit of a pity I can’t bring this…”

And of course, she had to tease him. Since when had Kim turned into Rose?!

With a saucy wink, she turned and shook her hips, making her jewelry rattle and clank as she flounced off to go put on her next outfit, opening up the door for bachelorette number four.

Holly.

Nick had a suspicion that the girls were saving Sylvia for last. From the way they acted, at least Rose and Kim, it was clear that teasing was on the menu tonight; they wanted to get him worked up and horny, so he wouldn’t say anything insensitive when Sylvia stepped onto the stage. Nick could see that coming, of course, and knew that he needed to balance things out properly.

He wasn’t going to be rude to Sylvia, but he really hoped he wouldn’t end up drooling over her, either. He had to measure his arousal, and Holly…

Holly had actually picked something surprisingly modest. Nick was amazed. Well, modest for her, anyway.

She wore a bright blue leotard that clung tightly to her figure, and rode up high on her waist in a sharp V. But that was just the start. The rest of her outfit covered her skin, but with a thin, transparent silk. It gave her a gossamer appeal like a faerie, which matched perfectly with her cherub-like features. Her delicate arms were bathed in the loose, flowy cloth, while the same fabric clung tightly to her legs in a pair of stockings. It gave her the appearance of wearing a bunny girl costume, but without the ears and tail; rather, she was just a sweet little pixie, as far as Nick could see her. With a playful, puckish smile to match.

“What do you think, master?” She asked coyly, doing a twirl. “I know I’m not as sexy as the other girls are, but this has to be worth something, right?”

Her face brimmed with excited anticipation, like she was waiting for him to come down hard on her and tell her that no, she WASN’T as good as the others.

But that thought didn’t even cross his mind.

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered, staring up at her in awe. He’d gotten so used to Holly wearing that skimpy maid costume and acting so perverted that seeing her like this, dressed up in delicate silks like she was too fragile to touch, caused him to remember the reason he’d fallen for her all those years ago and the words just slipped out.

Holly stared at him in shock, and her eyes widened like saucers.

“Err… that’s… um…”

Her attempts to be playful and flirtatious withered away and died. She stood on the stage like she was frozen there, staring blankly out into space.

“Holly?” Nick asked, starting to get worried.

“S-sorry!” She stammered, stumbling backwards and landing on her butt. “I-I’ll go send out Sylvia! Sorry!”

Too flustered to know what was going on, she turned and ran the other way, leaving a very confused Nick to stare at the spot on the stage that she’d been standing on.

That just left one person to show off her costume. Sylvia was up next!