Week 1: Erica's Date, Part 2

“Yep, it seems pretty clear that you haven’t gotten your wardrobe figured out yet, so I’m taking you shopping!” Erica reiterated, seeing the puzzled look on Aífe’s face. “There’s a boutique across from the transformation shop downstairs, so I’ll take you there, teach you how to put on a bra, and help you pick out some nicer clothes to wear.”

“Okay, but that should only take an hour or two, right?” Aífe asked. “Do you have anything planned after that?”

“Nope. We’re playing it by ear.” Erica said confidently. “I’m sure I’ll think of something while we shop.”

“Well, since you seem so sure.” Aífe shrugged. “I trust you to take the lead here.”

They gradually finished eating breakfast—a couple of them going up for seconds, which prompted another tail wag from Ember. Once they were sated, Erica stood excitedly and reached for Aífe’s hand.

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road!” She cheered. “Anybody wanna come with?” The other contestants thought about it for a moment.

“No, I think I’m going to see if they have a library.” Elise smiled as she stood up. “I’ll let you two have fun on your date.” She waved goodbye as she left on her quest for books.

“I’m also going to sit this one out.” Mallory shook her head. “I don’t know very much about clothes. I mostly just stuck to sportswear until… you know.”

“Right, totally feel you. Hell, I’m in the same boat.” Erica gave her a reassuring nod.

“I’m probably going to explore a bit. Maybe they’ve got some video games here.” Aria got up to leave, having already scarfed down her breakfast.

“Same, except I plan on checking out more of the garden.” Diona grinned. “Bet they have some fun stuff hidden out there.”

“I think I want to take the day to just relax.” Natalie stretched. “What do you think, Mallory? Wanna hang out in the rec room? We could play pool. Or maybe see if they have some board games.”

“Yeah, I think that sounds good.” Mallory smiled and they both got up to leave. “We’ll see you all later, then.”

“Aoba?” Erica turned toward the oni, expectantly. She pondered for a moment before nodding.

“Sure, sounds fun. Can’t promise I’ll be any help, though.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. We’re not gonna be shopping for anything too fancy—just some decent casual clothes for her. So, what about you, Red?” She looked at her roommate before mocking her in a posh accent. “Would the princess care to grace us common folk with her presence.” Cecilia, having already looked annoyed, glowered.

“If you’re that **** for fashion advice, you’ll have to pay me. Hmm… I think a thousand BP should work.”

“Why, so it can all end up with Aífe, including your tits?” Erica prodded.

“Please, I’m not nearly as stupid as you make me out to be.” Cecilia stood angrily. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. I have better things to do, anyway.”

“Like?” Erica cocked an eyebrow.

“Looking for a way out of here.” Cecilia crossed her arms. “Just because they say we’re stuck here doesn’t mean they’re telling the truth.”

“Do you think it might’ve been a bad idea to say that in front of the people you’re trying to escape from?” Aífe pointed out, gesturing to the Host and her staff.

“I’m sure she doesn’t mind as long as I don’t break any rules. Isn’t that right, Sera?”

“Indeed, Miss Pine. So long as you don’t damage the property or enter any restricted areas, you’re free to investigate as you please.”

“Later, then.” Cecilia walked toward the door. “Definitely looking forward to not having to share a room tonight.”

“Well, that was unpleasant.” Erica grimaced. “Eh, fuck her. We have better things to focus on, like shopping!” Erica led Aífe to the door, Aoba walking next to them.

“I’ll meet you there in a few minutes—I’m gonna go change out of my pjs.” Aoba split off from them when they got to the stairs. The other two waved in acknowledgement before heading through the other set of double doors. While they waited for Aoba, Aífe stared curiously at the mirror-filled shop across the hall.

“So that’s the TF shop?” She asked her date.

“TF?” Erica looked confused.

“Yeah, short for ‘transformation’. With as many of them as we’re gonna get, it’d be a pain to use the full word all the time, so TF.”

“Uh… okay?” Erica said, looking no less confused. “Yeah, that’s the TF shop. You just go up to one of those mirrors and—”

“Oh, I already know how they work.” Aífe cut her off before she could get too carried away in the explanation. “I’ve actually got a tablet in my suite that has most of the TFs from the shop on it. I can even buy them for you all.” Upon seeing Erica’s concerned expression, she clarified, “Not that I’m gonna buy them, or anything—I’d only do it with your consent, of course.”

“Yeah, I know.” Erica still breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m just glad you got it instead of someone else. Cecilia would’ve probably already fucked us over if she had it.” With that somber thought, they continued to stand there awkwardly until Aoba arrived a couple minutes later. With Aoba in the party once again, they ventured into the boutique, a bell ringing as they entered.

“Oh? How exciting—my first customers!” A voice could be heard from the back. Instead of the sound of footsteps they expected to hear, a light but frantic clacking noise could be heard, almost as if someone was tapping their fingernails against the hardwood floor. A moment later, a figure emerged—a classy, stylish Japanese woman with white hair and red eyes. If they had to guess, they’d assume she was around Elise’s age, if a bit older. Their eyes drifted down to the black silk yukata she was wearing, until they eventually reached her legs. Her…8 legs… covered in a shiny, white carapace.

“You’re… you’re a—” Aoba stammered.

“Yes, I’m a jorōgumo, my cute little oni.” The mysterious shopkeeper teased. “A little raven told me that you’ve gotten some of the staff to adopt names for you to call us by. Thus, I have chosen to call myself Fuyumi. What an honor it is to have you as my first customer, Lady Aífe.” Fuyumi bowed as she addressed Aífe.

“Wait—how’d you know that I’m the one shopping for new clothes, and not Erica or Aoba?” Aífe tilted her head quizzically.

“That same little raven stopped by here a few minutes ago to let me know that I should be expecting you. She also told me what you’d be looking for.” Fuyumi smiled, and the 3 realized that the “little raven” she was referring to must have been Umbra. “You’re looking for something cute, but casual, in a style that doesn't push beyond Lady Aífe’s comfort zone, yes?” Fuyumi posed the question to Erica. “I’m assuming you’d like to stick to shirts, shorts, pants, and other types of mostly unisex clothes in a feminine style? As well as several sets of bras and panties that are cute and stylish, but not overly revealing?”

“Yeah, actually. You pretty much hit the nail on the head.” Erica scratched her head, astonished by the accuracy of Fuyumi’s assessment.

“Wonderful. Now, Lady Aífe, do you mind if I confirm your measurements?” Fuyumi looked at Aífe expectantly.

“Sure. Go ahead.” Aífe confirmed. As she stepped toward Fuyumi, expecting the yōkai to pull out a measuring tape, she instead saw Fuyumi waving her fingers in a strange motion. Barely a moment later, Aífe was lifted off her feet by a thick rope of webbing that had wrapped itself around her waist. She panicked as more and more ropes wrapped around her, until she was trussed and suspended in shibari style bondage. “What the fuck?!”

“Whoa! What the hell are you doing?!” Erica shouted as she tried in vain to pull the ropes apart.

“Relax, my darling customers. This is my signature method for taking body measurements. I promise that she’ll be down in just a minute.” True to her word, Fuyumi released Aífe a few moments later, gently placing her back on her feet. “I know my methods are unusual, but I can feel everything through my webbing, down to differences of a few microns. Every piece of clothing I make will fit you perfectly. I even update everyone’s wardrobes each night to match any changes in their measurements.”

“Hold on—does that mean you measure us in our sleep?!” Erica looked appalled.

“Oh, heavens no. I have a mirror in the back that automatically updates itself to your exact measurements the moment that any of them change.” Fuyumi boasted before putting her hand over her mouth, realizing her slip up.

“So, you had my measurements already?!” Aífe was indignant. “That whole bondage routine was for nothing?!”

“Well, it never hurts to confirm.” Fuyumi backed away sheepishly. “It certainly wasn’t because I like seeing cute girls tied up, or anything.” She denied unconvincingly. “Oh—please don’t complain about this to Sera! I promise I won’t tie up anyone else without their consent! I know—I’ll give Erica and Aoba half-off on any clothes they buy today! Please, I just don’t want to get fired again!” She frantically bowed.

“Ugh, okay.” Aífe acquiesced, not willing to hold a grudge against someone that ****. “But why are you only offering them a discount? You didn’t tie either of them up.”

“Oh, that’s because you don’t have to pay for any clothing as long as it’s for yourself, Lady Aífe. After all, it makes sense for us to always want the Mistress looking her best.” Fuyumi clarified.

“Well, that’s convenient. I wasn’t sure how much anything costs. Glad to see that we’ll be able to get you a full wardrobe.” Erica was choosing to look on the bright side of this awkward shopping trip. “Still—sucks that I won’t get any use out of my discount.”

“What do you mean?” Fuyumi furrowed her brow.

“I mean it’s not like buying anything will do me any good.” Erica shrugged. “I’m stuck in this bunny girl getup.”

“Why don’t you simply upgrade your transformation?” The shopkeeper inquired.

“Upgrade?” The 3 customers said in unison.

“Yes. There’s a mirror in the shop across the hall that sells modifications to existing transformations. I can show it to you, if you’d like.” Seeing them nod in confirmation, Fuyumi led them to the TF shop, pointing to a mirror labeled “Meta.” Looking at the options, Erica found two upgrade purchases available--Upgrade Random Transformation (1500 BP) and Upgrade Specific Transformation (3000 BP).

“Guess it’s good that you found out about it now, instead of a few weeks in.” Aoba mused. “You can guarantee that the random one will hit the transformation you want to upgrade—it’s basically just a half-price deal at this point.”

“Yeah, but do I even want to upgrade it?” Erica stared at the mirror dubiously. “It’s a punishment transformation, wouldn’t upgrading it just make it worse?”

“I can offer a bit of clarification on the subject.” The three of them were startled to hear Sera’s voice. They turned around to see her standing next to Fuyumi, who was currently glancing away, trying not to look too guilty. “Your reactions just now were quite cute. I can see why so many of the other Hosts enjoy doing that.”

“Ignoring the heart attack you almost gave me just now—” Erica sighed. “Yeah, I’d like some clarification.”

“Of course, my dear. While I can’t tell you the exact details of any specific upgrade, I can confirm that any alteration to your ‘TFs,’ as Lady Aífe put it, that you purchase with your BP is guaranteed to be a positive one. It could be improving the benefits of a reward TF or lessening the restrictions from a punishment, or even adding new effects. Regardless of the nature of the change, however, it is certain to be a change that helps you with your TFs in some regard.”

“Good to know, but that still doesn’t really help to decide whether it’d be worth it or not.” Aífe scratched her chin as she pondered. Erica, meanwhile, stared hard at the screen, deliberating. A moment later, she pressed the purchase option on the screen.

-1500 BP (700 Remaining)

“Yolo!” Erica shouted as she completed her purchase. Seeing Aífe and Aoba’s expressions, she shrugged. “Figured I might as well, since whatever it is won’t make things any worse. This at least gives us some idea of what kind of upgrades to expect.” The screen updated with the new description of her transformation.

Mistress Doesn’t Dream of Bunny Girl Osananajimi: As a dutiful casino worker, Erica can now only dress in sexy playboy bunny outfits. Once per week, she can challenge another contestant to a game, wagering up to 500 BP. Both players must agree on the amount wagered and the game that will be played. (Bunny Girl) (Minor Punishment) Upgrade: You know, if you think about it, any outfit that a sexy bunny girl wears is technically a sexy bunny girl outfit. This upgrade will make that true for Erica by making her a real bunny girl. She can now wear any outfit she thinks she’d look good in, but will find that her original playboy bunny outfits are by far the most comfortable thing she could wear.

Before they could finish reading it, she started glowing a familiar pink—though without the accompanying wind and petals, since they were inside. When the light faded, the first thing Erica noticed was the sensation of some new body parts, the pair of brown rabbit ears sprouting from her head and the brown fluff ball just above her ass—her new tail. She briefly wobbled as her sense of equilibrium adjusted to the input from a second set of ears. The next thing she noticed was just how goddamn good her clothes felt now. The leotard that had previously been crushing her waist and leaving her with stiff shoulders now felt like a gentle caress, and her boobs felt perfectly supported—better than any bra she had ever worn. The pantyhose that she had found too hot and kind of itchy until a moment ago now felt luxurious—like cool silk pajamas clinging to every inch of her long legs. Even the heels she had been **** into felt great now. She’d bet that she could walk around in them for an entire day without a hint of pain. And more than any of these changes was how she felt about how she looked in them. Where she had been too embarrassed previously, she now felt confident and sexy. She smiled and sighed in relief, feeling the tension in her entire body leave her.

“Holy shit, that upgrade was fucking worth it.” She stretched as she soaked in the new sensations.

“That’s good to hear. I’m glad that the TF shop seems to have a 100 percent satisfaction rating, so far.” Sera smiled before turning to leave. “Well, I’ll leave you to your date. I’ll be sure to pop in again if there are any more questions you need me to answer. Oh, and Fuyumi—” She addressed the spider woman as she was halfway through the door.

“Yes?” Fuyumi felt a drop of sweat roll down her cheek.

“Meet me in my office when they’re done shopping. We need to have a word about your customer service.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Fuyumi hung her head before leading them back to her boutique. She clapped her hands against her face to **** herself out of her gloom. “Phew, problem for later. For now, let’s make sure you’re satisfied enough with your new clothes that she won’t kick me to the curb!” She handed Erica a set of light purple underwear before scurrying off to find more outfits.

“Alright, time for your lesson, Aífe!” Erica was full of energy now. “Step one—take off your shirt!”

“Whoa, slow down! Shouldn’t I be doing this in a changing room?” Aífe put her hands up, startled by the request to start stripping.

“You would, if you knew what you were doing.” Erica pressed. “But how am I gonna teach you if I can’t see what you’re doing?”

“Uh-huh. And you’re absolutely sure you don’t just want to stare at my boobs?” Aífe looked at her friend skeptically.

“That’s certainly a perk, not gonna lie.”

“Fine.” Aífe pulled up her shirt, knowing it was pointless to argue when Erica got like this. Erica nodded in approval, while Aoba covered her face—Aífe was unsure whether that was out of embarrassment or consideration, though she did clearly see the oni peek through her fingers at one point. They stood there for a moment before Erica looked at her watch in befuddlement.

“Huh. Looks like we only get points if you see our tits, not the other way around.” She mused before she saw some words scroll across the face of her watch.

”Sera here. I didn’t feel it was necessary to pop back over for this explanation. Of course, you don’t get any points for seeing Lady Aífe in a state of undress. Seeing your Mistress naked is enough of a reward on its own.”

“Yeah, figures she’d say that.” Erica rolled her eyes. “Anyway, now that those sweater puppies are free, I can start the lesson. We’ll try the proper way first, and then I can show you the cheat way if you’re still having trouble.” Erica handed the bra to Aífe before taking her through the steps—putting her forearms through the straps, bending forward with her breasts right above the cups, then reaching back to fasten the band (with a little bit of difficulty, since she wasn’t used to bending her arms that way), before bringing the straps to the correct position on her shoulders. Erica then stepped closer to take a more hands-on approach for the final step. “And now we adjust your breasts until their sitting properly in the cups, like… this.” She moved Aífe’s boobs into place, and her watch dinged.

Fondled the Mistress’ Chest! +2 VP
First time bonus! +2 VP
Current Score: 4 VP

“Let me guess—grabbing my boobs is also a perk of the job.” Aífe huffed.

“Well, yours are pretty nice.” Erica didn’t even attempt to hide her satisfaction.

“I can’t believe you took me to second base without even kissing me first.”

“Well, I gotta save something for later tonight.” Erica lightly grabbed Aífe’s chin, tilting it up and moving her own face closer. “Or would you rather I just start making out with you in front of Aoba?” Aífe blushed bright red as her brain short-circuited—she was definitely not prepared for Erica to be so forward. Aoba stood off to the side, watching with a face that was just as red as Aífe’s, silently wishing she had her drawing tablet with her at the moment. Erica broke off a moment later when Fuyumi returned with a large stack of clothes. The following half hour was mostly a blur to Aífe, still reeling from Erica’s advances, but she tried on several pairs of jeans and shorts, as well as some cute t-shirts and tank tops. When the fashion montage ended, she was wearing some capris, a pink spaghetti strap top, and an off-white, short sleeved button down left unbuttoned. Aífe and Aoba stood there somewhat awkwardly as Erica handled the purchasing.

“Ok, all of these, plus the outfits I picked out for myself, and also throw in some good workout clothes for these two—a couple light t-shirts, sports bras, and some athletic shorts and yoga pants.” Erica finished placing the order as she motioned to the other two with her thumb.

“Hold on, why are we getting workout clothes?” Aífe interrupted.

“Yeah, and why am I getting them, too?” Aoba added.

“Simple. It’s what, 11:30 right now?” Erica said as she checked her watch. “Let’s go grab some lunch, but eat light—I’m taking you two to the gym after we’re done!”

Aífe and Aoba groaned in unison as Aífe thought back to her conversation with Umbra earlier that morning. Why the fuck did I have to jinx myself like that?