You want to drag your feet, but you can't make yourself. You walk up to the vast house on the hill and ring the doorbell, half-expecting some Frankenstin's monster lookalike to open it. Instead it's Marissa, and you instantly look to the side.
"Salutations." She says. It must be a trigger, because one of your legs slides behind the other, and you dip while holding your hands oddly half-out from your sides, eyes suddenly fixed firmly on her feet in their huge black boots. In fact, you can't look away and when she steps, your eyes follow.
"Come on in," she almost purrs. "Enter freely -ha!- and unafraid." She turns and goes inside, you follow, feeling like neither of those things.
Inside, Holly is lounging on a sofa that looks like it belongs to the turn of the century, and not the recent one. She grins to see you and flows to her feet. The two goths start circling you like sharks.
"We had sooo many ideas for things to try this weekend-" Holly starts.
"We just couldn't pick." Marissa smoothly picks it up. "I could make you a feminine personality for a few days. A devoted maid, a girly best friend. Maybe something more... interesting."
"That's nothing." Holly argued. "I could do all that myself and make him literally a girl! Or a catgirl, or a tentacle monster."
Marissa, you think nodded, you were still stuck watching her feet, and avoiding her eyes in any case.
"Fair point. But fun as that sounds, this is supposed to be a pleasant introduction to what the femme life has to offer. In that spirit, I could instill a new fetish. Submission, probably, and maybe something like feet? Or reinforce an existing one, you do seem quite fascinated already." She chuckles as your cheeks flush. "You could do anything we want for the privlege of indulging in it, and be thrilled the whole time."
"I've got love potions that would do the job surer." Holly interjected. "But I think John here would rather dip a toe instead of cannonballing in. A charmed obedience collar, now that's the ticket. You still do whatever we say, but you get to have your own opinions about it. Everybody wins."
"So you see the problem..." Marissa says.
Holly finishes. "We're so excited to have fun this weekend! But we can't agree what to do."
"So you get a tiebreaker vote. You will have to follow some basic rules regardless, but you can pick, within reason, how you'll spend the weekend."
"Choose carefully. It's probably the last choice you get to make for a while."
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