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Waking up, you were no longer in a car. In fact, you were no longer outside. Instead, you found yourself sitting on a metal folding chair. Standing up to your full height, you fought off the dizziness that threatened to keep you seated. Closing your eyes and shaking your head, you finally look around. You are standing on what looks to be some sort of generic 90’s game show set. There is a podium where the host will stand, and behind them is a huge video screen. You seem to be standing where a contestant would be. Bright lights surround you, the heat from them making you sweat just a bit.

Then the sound of the audience hits you. A buzzing noise of hundreds of voices all talking to themselves quietly as they wait for the main event. Shielding your eyes, you try to make out their faces but the lights keep them in the shadows, hundreds of human shaped objects just outside of your ability to perceive. A thunking noise heralds the spot light that lances down and targets you perfectly. Music begins to play through speakers and blasts down, shutting out the crowd noise.

A second spotlight appears shooting against a black curtain. Stepping from between the curtains is the same woman you saw earlier in the car. Only she appears to have changed outfits.

A wave to the audience causes cheers and clapping to erupt as she saunters to the podium as the intro music continues to play. As she steps up a voice comes over the speakers. “And now, it is time for another installment of everyone’s favorite game show! Sissy or Stud!” The large video monitor behind the woman who looks distressingly like Minka Kelly lights up and bright pink and white lettering of the name shows up. “With your host, Minka Kelly!” Cheers and applause erupt even louder at the host’s name as the music dies out.

Your mind searches to see if you are dreaming, you must be dreaming for this to be happening. Spinning around you look for a way out, only to see that the large studio seems to be 3 thick walks of drapes with no discernable breaks in them. Even the spot that Minka stepped out from seems to have become whole. You look behind you for the chair, hoping to find something you can pick up and perhaps wield as a weapon, only to realize it has disappeared.

“Thank you ladies and gentlemen! Please, everyone give up a round of applause for our newest contestant Dan!” The crowd seemed to be cheering, but hidden under the clapping and whistling were other noises like laughter. There seemed to be this sense of derision coming from the audience. It felt much like the audience was laughing at you, certainly not with you. Before you can figure out what that means, Minka speaks up again. “Alright Dan, we are going to assume you don’t know our little game. The rules are truly simple. I am going to ask you a question. You will answer truthfully.”

Stepping out from behind the podium, Minka’s stiletto heels click against the ground as she points at the video wall. “Each question you answer will be judged, if the answer is determined to be a Stud answer, you will win money and prizes! Conversely, if you answer like a sissy, you win prizes there too. Just maybe not the ones you want.” Giggling she points over at a pair of cameras on long boom arms.

“As you can see, not only do we have our wonderful live studio audience, we also will be recording this. Videos will be available online for free with the link messaged out to all of your social media followers!” The applause from the audience certainly has a more sinister tone to it at that announcement.

Fear spikes through you at the announcement of the rules and a recording being sent to your socials. With wide eyes you search around for an exit, still not seeing any. Minka’s voice draws your attention once again. “Don’t try and run Dan. We would hate to have to send our enforcement team after you. They are here to make sure we all play a fun and safe game. Plus, they might be eligible for rewards later on in the evening.” A pair of tall muscular black men step out of the same set of curtains that Minka did. Each man appears to be at least 6’6 and both look like they played for a professional football team. Their smiles take on a predatory look as they look across the small room at you.

“So Dan, are you ready to play Stud or Sissy?!”