Dare

You decide that you don´t want whatever huge transformation would come from choosing dare right away. Surely he would change something large.

You sit back in your chair and sip from your beer. ¨Dare.¨

Jack E grins, in a way you don quite like. He scribbles furiously. He finished writing and the note burns up again. On the table, a pile of clothes appears.

You pick up a bra and throw it at him in disgust. He wags his finger at you.

¨You have to do it. You said dare." The bra flies into the air, as your shirt is ripped off of you. The same force clips the bra around your flat chest.

As that force slowly places you into the rest of the clothes, you place your hands on your hips. In a more fey voice, you ask ¨was there anything else in that dare?¨

Jack E nods. ¨I dared your mind to change to enjoy this more.¨

¨Gee, thanks--¨

¨Don´t get mad. It is just the game we´re playing. You don´t see me complaining about these.¨

As your legs are stuffed into stockings, Jack grabs his new tits. You lean forwards to slap him, but the shoes that have just gripped your feet are hard to walk in. You fall backwards into your chair.

¨Wow,¨ Jack says. ¨You look great in those. With the proper girl parts you´d look better, tho.¨

¨I´d like that,¨ you feel yourself say involuntary. ¨Well, not it it my turn-- morph or dare?¨