Breaktime

After Monique's turn the game had announced another break and Alice had found herself alone in the middle of campus. She pulled at the straightjacket in a futile effort to free herself. She sighed. This really, really sucked. She set off for her dorm, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone else walking around campus.

When she reached the building she encountered a problem. She couldn't open the door. There was a button to automatically open it, but it was broken. She'd have to remember to file a complaint, but for now she was stuck. She waited around for a bit, but nobody seemed to be coming by. She couldn't even call out for help.

She was about to give up and try going somewhere else when someone finally noticed her. Unfortunately that person was Belinda.

"Alice, oh my God. What are you wearing?" Belinda called out from behind her.

Alice spun around, "I lost a bet." She said.

"Kinky. I like it. Having a little trouble getting inside?" She asked.

Alice sighed and nodded, "Yes. I try, but I am unable to open the door."

"Hmm...How about this? I'll help you get into your room and in exchange you tell me the truth about why your boobs are so big now." Belinda offered.

"Ok. Magic Board Game." Alice said honestly.

Belinda scoffed, "Geez...that's pretty low. I know you got a boob job, why can't you just admit it?" She seemed to want to leave, but her body started moving towards the door anyway. She held it open for Alice, "I guess I'll still help you, though I don't know why."

"Thank you," Alice stepped inside and waited. Belinda went passed her and led the way upstairs to her room, "I am not lying. It's magic."

"Ok. Whatever. I get it. There's stigma attached to getting cosmetic surgery. I am not trying to judge you. Honestly I think you look really hot."

Alice had nothing to say in response. She was a little confused by Belinda. By the time she was ready to say something, she found that she couldn't.

"Here. As promised." Belinda opened the door to Alice's dorm. As soon as Alice stepped inside she was already leaving.

"Thank you!" Alice managed to call out before the door shut. She sighed. Alice went to sit down on her bed and wait for this cursed jacket to disappear.

Monique licked her lips and looked down at her bed. She knew it was her new dominant trait at work, but she was pleased with the results. She'd always been a very sexually free person. It wasn't unusual for her to go out and find someone to warm her bed. What was unusual was how she'd convinced him to let her tie him up. The man on the bed...Ken...no Len? Whatever, it didn't matter. He'd immediately accepted her proposal and now found himself with his hands and ankles tied to the four corners of the bed and a shirt tied around his eyes to blindfold him.

She stroked his cock and he shuddered. He had a decent size and she was going to test him out eventually, but right now she was just enjoying teasing him. She stroked him slowly as she taunting him, "Do you want to cum?"

"Yes." He said immediately.

She tutted. "Do you think you deserve it?"

"Uh..." He sounded confused.

"That would be no then." Monique said. She pulled her hand away and watched him twitch.

"Wait. No. I mean. Yes. I do. I deserve it."

"Hmm...well maybe if you make me cum I'll change my mind." She moved to straddle his face. "Go ahead boy." She said, lowering her pussy onto his mouth.

To his credit he seemed to take the task seriously. He was...not great. He was clearly trying, but he did not know what he was doing. She used one hand to help herself, rubbing her clit while his tongue continued to miss it. As she came she pressed down on him, gagging him with her body.

Finally she climbed off him and went back to stroking his dick. Soon she could tell he was going to cum. He begged for it, "Please!"

She decided to let him. She kept going until he started to cum then pulled away. She grabbed a cloth and wiped him clean.

"Um...are you going to free me now?" He asked.

Monique laughed, "What? We haven't even fucked yet. You can get it up again."

"Well..."

"That wasn't a question. I'll wait." And she did. She gave him time to recover then started stroking him again. When he was hard she slipped a condom on him, "Are you ready?" She asked him.

"Uh. Yes. I am." He said.

"Beg me."

"uh...please fuck me?" He sounded very unsure.

Monique felt like making him beg more, but she also just really wanted to fuck. "Hmm...you need some work. Don't worry, I'll train you later. For now..." She climbed on top of him and lowered herself down. She moaned as she impaled herself on him, "Yes. You might be dumb as rocks but you've got grade A cock."

"Huh? Hey!" He seemed unsure if he was offended or happy with what she had said. She smiled, this was too easy. She rode him, totally in control. So far she was quite pleased with how the game was going.

Barbie had made a mistake. She'd promised Tina she wouldn't let anyone else wear her clothes. She'd borrowed an outfit from Sophia so she hadn't had to strip, but now she found herself unable to put on any of the clothes she'd taken from Tina. All of her own clothes fit so poorly she couldn't wear them and she couldn't keep this outfit from Sophia on forever.

There was a knock at the door. Barbie groaned and went to answer it. "Oh hey Barbie," Tina said smiling. Right...she'd totally forgiven her now. Weird. "Can I get some clothes?"

"Ya. Come on in." Barbie said. The magic now compelled both of them to keep their promises to each other. "By the way...would it be ok if I borrowed some of your clothes? I don't have any."

Tina looked at her confused, "Huh? I mean...no. Why are you ever wearing clothes? It's so...weird."

"What?" Barbie said.

"Ya. You should just go naked. Seriously. Weird." She picked out a new outfit, "Anyway. Thanks. Bye."

Barbie sighed. She'd forgotten about that. They really thought she should just go naked?

Still she needed clothes. She couldn't afford to replace the PlayStation Tina broke, but she did have a little bit of money. She decided to head to the mall.

Unfortunately when she got there she found herself struggling. Everywhere she went she was refused access to the dressing rooms. "What? Why would you want to try those on? Are you trying to steal them?"

She really didn't know what size she needed and nobody would measure her or let her try anything on. Eventually she bought a couple shirts, a couple pairs of pants, some shorts, one dress and one skirt. She didn't want to wear such girly clothes, but the game might screw her over like it had with Sophia and she wanted to be prepared. Buying the clothes was easier than trying them on. She'd guessed the size she might need and told the cashier she was buying gifts for a friend.

When she got home she took and shower and afterwards tried one outfit on when she got home. It fit...sort of.

She knew women dressed like this. It wasn't that strange. But it felt strange for her. Her whole stomach on display, the shirt stretched against her breasts. Even the shorts...men's shorts were never like this. She decided it was good enough. She was hungry and wanted to go out for some food. She made it all the way to the front door when she was **** to stop.

She sighed. This fucking game. She'd forgotten to reapply her makeup. "Fuck." She groaned.

Sophia kept looking in the mirror. A stranger was staring back at her. This must be how Barbie felt...well...no. Not quite. At least she was still a woman. Still though...this was a big change. Nobody would ever believe she was who she said she was. She'd managed to sneak into her apartment for now, but anyone who saw her would question who she was. And she wouldn't have an answer, or even any ID to prove it if she did.

Her family...how could she convince her family that this pale redhead was their daughter? This was a disaster. In a rage she called Liam. He answered quickly, "Hello? Sophia?"

"Where are you?" She asked.

"In the cafe. Why?"

"Flash everyone." She ordered.

"What...oh God! Sorry. I had to." She could hear him defending himself to someone else. She hung up. That was a low blow maybe, but this was all his fault. He is the one that found that room, that **** the game. If he hadn't...

She sighed. It was no use. This was her life now, no matter how much she took it out on him. She'd have to find some way forward.

That bitch. Liam couldn't believe it had worked over the phone. She must be angry about her skin color change. Still he didn't know why she would blame him. Unfortunately he'd made the mistake of promising to leave and never come back. Stupid rule. That was his favorite cafeteria on campus. He still had an individual rule that prevented him from targeting Sophia but once that was gone...

Liam sighed as he made his way home. **** would have to wait. Something about taking his dick out in public had ignited his urges. He had to masturbate several times per day after all. He grinned, he'd be sure to picture Sophia's new body when he did it. A tiny bit of ****, even if she'd never know.