Finally, a win

Moany didn't feel very confident about her chances at this point. Even with all her experience, the bubbly interference slowed her manicured fingers, now long, fake claws with 'go team' written across the nails. As the game progressed, however, she found herself racking up points. She let the bimbo take control, who was an expert at cell phone use, especially with lengthy nails. She couldn't even make a sound when time ran out. A triumphant fanfare poured from the phone, and the pervy avatar popped a phallic bottle of champagne, covering herself in bubbly foam. A gold framed text box declares: 'Congrats, Moany! Choose three Punishments to remove:' below was a list of her current punishments, this time with descriptions! Moany poured over each curse, ecstatic to be given more information on the nightmare she's in. Sam was unaware of what was happening as she had to focus on driving. Moany had enough clarity to know this was her only chance to escape Same, even if every ounce of her was saying to continue to the mall. She scrolled through her list one last time, selecting the curses she wanted removed.

[-2/4] Cheerleader outfit lvl 4: Sling thong with decorative skirt, heart shaped nipple covers. Pom pom buttplug, removal increases width. High pigtails. Face paint. All styled with fake school colors. 8 inch Ballet heels

[]Dancing Queen: dance when music is played

[]Act the Part: move like a flirty slut when observed

[]Inked: degrading sexual tattoos

[]Cold Front: always stiff nipples

[]Goldilocks: long luscious blonde hair

[]Yes (wo) man: answers yes to questions about her actions or her opinion, compulsion to act on affirmative to person who say they are the boss

[X]Collared: wearing dog collar with current name and owners info on tag. Owner has lead of leash. Connected metaphysically across all distance. Length can be controlled by owner.

[]Entitled: must refer to self by appointed name. Will correct anyone who refers to her by 'wrong' name

[]Giggle fits: **** to giggle randomly

[]Old faithful: full lubrication at random intervals, no shorter than 30 min.

Moany had removed 'Collared' without hesitation. If she wanted to avoid Sam, she couldn't be tethered to her. Her clothing had to be fixed if she wanted to get back home without being arrested for public nudity. To her dismay, she had to work her way through the ranks of her outfit commands. She would need at least another win to fully remove the curse, as long as she didn't violate it again. She spent her final two curse removals on her clothes, emboldened by her victory to think she can handle the rest until another win. She confirmed her choice and immediately felt her throat relax without the collar. A pair of loud snaps attract her attention to her outfit which was quickly becoming considerably more modest. Minimal fabric expanded and multiplied to grow back into Sam's t-shirt, but it now sported scissor modifications: a deep v-neck and a shortened hemline. Her skirt finally started doing its job, sliding up her spread thighs and hiding her dripping snatch. Her feet relaxed as her heels shrunk back to their original shape, a four inch clubbing shoe she used to love. It was a mismatching ensemble, but after today's drama, it was welcoming. She felt herself giggling with sincere joy, drawing Sam's attention. "What's up?" She probed.

Moany's head was still foggy, but she didn't need long to figure out her plan. Sam had pulled up to a red light as she asked her question, waiting to turn onto the main thoroughfare of town. "Ok, so, like, I won a round." She began vapidly, like she was gossiping about her day. "And it let me ditch some totally lame punishments." Sam was now noticing Moany's costume change, including the lack of collar. Before she could try to command her ****, she was climbing out of the stopped car and scurried away with a playful "Byeeeeee!" The light changed, and Sam was **** to make her turn away from Moany, who was ducking into the busy, open air shopping plaza of downtown. By the time Sam returned to the intersection, she was long gone.

"Thank God this place is busy." Moany giggled. She had stepped into a clothing store far off the road where she quickly bought a totally cute new outfit. No, it was an outfit Sam wouldn't recognize. It didn't matter that it made her boobies look so yummy and the leather skirt hugged her ass so well. As she tried to focus on not shopping and not prowling for sexy boys, she heard a few melodious notes play from the GL App. She sat daintily on a bench and typed at her screen, seeing a new notification.