Dahlia, aka Stella

Dahlia, her sweet and naive not to mention devoutly religious friend, was staring slack jawed at the show Crystal had been putting on.

She looked a little different than she usually did as well: appearing as a blonde blue-eyed high schooler named "Stella Virgin" with an angels face and a tight little body rather than her slightly less stunning, brunette, brown-eyed normal form. The two friends stared at each other for long seconds: Crystal frozen with her boob midway to her mouth, Dahlia unmoving with her fingers disappearing under her dress.

"Oh my Lord, I am so sorry, the door was open and I don't know what came over me, actually I came here because I wanted to talk to you about this thing that's been happening-" Crystal dropped her tit, covering herself as best she could, while Dahlia rambled and looked everywhere but at her.

"Dahls, Dahls, it's ok. I should have closed the door." She was absolutely certain she had but Dahlia looked like she might pass out from the embarrassment if she called her out on opening it, "Stop rambling and take a deep breath. I'm gonna put some clothes on."

Dahlia obeyed, taking great shuddering breaths while Crystal activated the closet menu and popped into a rusty shade of her skintight sweater from the day before and a long, floral patterned skirt to match. She'd been so happy to find something that wasn't blatantly erotic, though the skirt still managed to hug her curves tighter than she thought possible.

She dragged Dahlia, who looked a little dizzy from oxygen shock, into the room and sat down on the bed next to her, "Ok. What's up?"

Dahlia cleared her throat, her blush not fading whatsoever, "Well... um... I..."

"Spit it out Dahlia."

"I've been sooo horny since yesterday!"

Crystal's heart skipped a beat and she swallowed, trying to keep her calm, "Oh. Ok. Um... since which part of yesterday? Since the beginning? Or since our little... misadventure?" She really didn't mean to but her already husky voice sounded downright naughty as she said the last bit.

Dahlia groaned, rubbing her legs together, "Mmn... I don't know... all of it I guess! It started when I realized I was naked under the trenchcoat and it just got worse from there. When I realized I had the butt plug, when you tried to help me with it, when the boys at school found out... when Will found out..."

She didn't sound particularly distressed at the memory of her apparently ex-boyfriend manhandling her, she almost seemed turned on. Crystal felt a powerful urge to take advantage of that but she repressed it, "Dahls, what did Will do to you yesterday?" Dahlia gave her a defensive look, "Nothing..." Then she shook her head, "That's not true, that's what Stella wants to say. Criss, he followed me into the bathroom... played with the plug... made me touch his... thing." Crystal hugged her and Dahlia sniffled in her embrace.

"I only went in there to get away from him, I didn't actually have to go. I still don't. Is it the plug?" Crystal smiled, petting her hair, "No, I just think the game developers were guys and assumed women don't actually poop. Have you noticed how we also haven't eaten anything since we got here?"

"Huh. That is weird."

"Totally. C'mon, even if that dress is 1's and 0's you should get changed into something fresh. Then we'll go see the others." Dahlia nodded, looking relieved. She rubbed her legs together.

"Um... weird question Criss and you don't have to answer it if you don't want to but..." Crystal gave the shorter girl a questioning look, and she blushed even deeper, "...what's the sexiest outfit you have in there?"