Faith 3: The winds are doing a lot more than not changing

Faith gave her two cents. “I bet the Whimsy and Party ones are just tricking us into picking some really not actually fun stuff…”

Nods from the other two girls who were paying attention and a totally neutral thousand yard stare from Mia across the room meant Faith reached for her chosen card.

Lucy visibly cringed.

Faith picked up on it, hesitated, and reassured her, “Wind schmind! There’s nothing to worry about, this one’s just gonna be more of the same. No change, see?”

Faith pulled her card. The other two sucked back into the board with a SCHWOOP.

Mia leaned over the counter to listen. Her bra-free breasts obscenely squashed through her tank top like someone trying to stuff a cleavage-shaped object through a heart-shaped hole.

Lucy gulped nervously as she looked out the window at a tree’s leaves slowly waving in the wind. She was understandably worried about another wind-based card, but Faith’s reassurance did boost her confidence a bit. Still, Lucy kept an eye on the movement of the foliage outside.

Faith dramatically cleared her throat and read aloud, “Winds of No Changing. Event. A maelstrom gathers. Until now, you could dress as you please… When the storm subsides, the only fashion statements left in its wake will be the fabrics already in play. Oooooo ominous.” Faith scratched her head and handed the card off to a perplexed Sophie.

As Sophie combed over the wording of the card with a fine-toothed brain, Mia got a bad feeling in her gut. A feeling that there was something she absolutely should’ve done before this.

Mia started to ask Faith something, but Lucy interrupted her. The pink-haired woman gasped and pointed out the front window at the trees across the street.

Outside, branches whipped back and forth, as if hurricane **** winds were barreling through the streets. Up above, the evening sun was swallowed by dark clouds that loomed over the suburban homes. A gloomy haze covered the neighborhood like an eerie blanket.

Mia stuttered, “What did you say the name of this card was?”

Sophie answered, “Uhhh… Winds of–”

They both locked eyes and, with simultaneous realization, finished the title together, “–No Changing!”

Before any of them could do anything, the front door slammed open.

BANG! WHOOOOSH!

Chaos and turmoil ensued.

Powerful gusts whirled in the front door. Curtains fluttered like sails in a hurricane. The bedroom and bathroom doors repeatedly clattered open and closed. Air swept around the room, moving loose objects off of the kitchen counter and coffee table.

The girls grunted and screamed as they were shoved around the room. Most of them managed to scurry out of harm’s way. Mia used the kitchen island for cover. Faith and Sophie crouched in the corner and each held onto a suitcase as a shield toward each side.

Lucy wasn’t so lucky. As the front door opened, she was standing out in the open right in the middle of the room. The rapidly-forming vortex had other ideas when it came to the stunned pink-haired woman at its epicenter.

Faith’s skirt fluttered a somewhat normal amount as she tiptoed into their makeshift suitcase bunker.

Lucy’s dress was the exact opposite. Air billowed under it as if the universe itself were using any excuse to lift her hemline. She frantically held her dress down but it only took a few seconds for her personal updraft to Marilyn Monroe her dress all the way above her head.

Lucy frantically fought for her modesty, but, since she was blinded and surprised in the middle of a magic vortex, it was a losing battle. She quickly became dizzy and disoriented. Lucy focused on staying upright so she wouldn’t fall face first into the coffee table or dive head first through a wall.

Everyone else was treated to a view of Lucy’s body, totally exposed from the ribs down, except for a pair of see-through purple panties. She pirouetted around clumsily, giving them all a look at everything like she was a rotisserie chicken.

As her intimates were presented in each direction, it became apparent that Lucy had a mismatch going on. While the hair on her head was dyed pink, Lucy’s crotch told another story. They could make out everything down there through Faith’s sheer panties. Right above her pretty pink treasure, Lucy’s pubes were groomed into a heart shape and dyed a vibrant blue.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

The doors into both bedrooms and the bathroom slammed open and stayed that way. Air forcefully wafted into each room and started more mini vortexes in each room.

Mia, hiding in the kitchen, was nearest to Lucy’s room. She got a front row seat to see what the wind was up to, and it was just as she feared.

Drawers clattered open. The closet door was blasted aside. A tornado of clothing and bedding formed as Lucy’s dresser, closet, and bed were stripped clean.

“HELP ME!” yelled Mia as she bolted around the corner and down the hall to her room on a mission to salvage what little of her wardrobe she could save.

In the safety of the suitcase bunker, Faith held up a fist to Sophie and said, “Loser risks life and limb in Mia’s room. Winner saves Lucy.”

Sophie nodded and they played a quick game of rock paper scissors.