Day 1: A world away.

Crystal opened her eyes. She felt like something was... off. Maybe it was how everything went dark the moment they were about to play, maybe it was how she was standing in a public bathroom surrounded by strangers when she had been sitting on itchy carpet with her friends... no. Something else was definitely wrong...

"Oh my God." She whispered, looking into the mirror. She was no longer a short, spectacled japanese girl. She stood probably a full foot taller than her normal height, though she was wearing also wearing some pretty intense heels. Her hair was red, long and lustrous, falling in ringlets over her-"Oh my God!"- huuuge rack. Her breasts must be at least a double D, if not more, and they were pressed up so aggressively by her corset she wondered how she could breath. Her face was the second most shocking thing: classic European Hollywood actress with sharp cheekbones and lips, done up with a borderline whorish amount of makeup. Not to mention, she didn't need glasses to see.

She reached up to touch her face disbelievingly. Whose body was this? The answer took her longer to realize than she would have liked, "Anita Mandelay." It sounded less funny when it was her name.

"AAAAHHH!" Crystal spun around, for the first time noticing the other women in the bathroom. All were slutty, all were gorgeous, and all of them were losing their minds. "Omigodomigodomigodom-" "What... what happened to my..." "-AAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

Crystal found herself getting a headache, "ALRIGHT THAT'S ENOUGH!" Amazingly, the frightened women quieted. Crystal took a deep breath, rubbing her temples, "Alright who..." She stopped. Even her voice was different, husky but smooth. She suddenly reminded herself of Jessica Rabbit. She wasn't particularly happy about it.

"Who are all you people?"

An innocent looking blonde schoolgirl, who Crystal noted with some irritation wore sneakers and a trench coat, as well as no makeup to speak of, spoke up tentatively, "M-my name is Stella Virgin... no, sorry, I don't know why I said that. My name is actually Stella V..." she clapped a hand over her mouth, looking terrified.

The others eyed her warily but Crystal had an inkling of what was happening, "That's alright sweetie, you tried. My name is-" Crystal fought with every fiber of her being, thinking of each individual letter and its sound slipping from her lips, to say 'Crystal Togo.' Instead she said, "Anita Mandelay." She pursed her lips, "Well shit."

The other girls were starting to figure it out as well, "I'm Helda Dick. Helda. Dick. HELDA DICK. FUCK." The lovely but understated brunette wore a simple green skirt and blouse that gave her a sort of girl next door appeal.

"My name is Holly Fuk." The gorgeous oriental woman in a sheer black dress covered her mouth, apparently mortified at her own voice and its slight accent.

"Dixie Rect. J-E-N-N-A. Dixie. What the hell?!" The final woman looked straight out of a bond movie, dark hair and eyes set in an enticing but somehow menacing way. She was wearing a backless chemise with a long slit up the side that showed more leg than Crystal had ever seen on a clothed woman.

"Bring it back! Bring it back!" Crystal raised her hands, nearly suffocating herself as she figured out the corset didn't like that movement. Gasping slightly, she leaned against the counter, "Ok, so I'm fairly certain that none of us are who we look like, right?" Nods all around, some more **** than others, "Cool. So were you all spending the day doing community service with your best friends, decided to play an old porn game, and opened your eyes to find yourself in a different body?" More nods and relieved looks.

"Sweet. Well, I guess it goes without saying that the game somehow sucked us in and now we are occupying our avatar's bodies." Crystal is a little disappointed with how many dawning looks of comprehension she receives but continues, "So the situation is basically that we're trapped inside a sex game. And we have no idea how to get out. Sound about right?" Crystal immediately regretted her frankness as the green brunette began another tirade of cursing and the schoolgirl started hyperventilating.

Fortunately the bubbling hysteria is calmed as a impeccably dressed man walks in. Despite being dressed in the finest clothing he radiates a sleazy vibe that Crystal immediately found distasteful. He grinned, leered might be a better word, at the five lovely women, "Ladies, glad you could make it to the grand opening of my Casino! I know you're all from different walks of life but it means a lot that you're willing to support the community." He leers at the shy girl in a trenchcoat and Crystal felt the urge to slap him, "While you're here, I'd like to explain what my 'special invitation' means. Yes, you all received one. Why don't you look them over so I don't have to repeat myself?"

Crystal suddenly found herself holding a filigreed envelope. She glanced at the others, who all looked equally surprised, before beginning to read:

Dear Mrs. Mandelay,

I, Willie B. Hardigan, invite you to the Grand Opening of the B. Hardigan Casino. An amazing place of fun and excitement for children of all ages, so long as they're over 18. I encourage you to invite your friends and family, as well as their money, down for the Grand Opening and any time thereafter.

I would also like to propose a fun little, shall we say, diversion that I am inviting you to partake in. You and four other contestants may enter a competition of mine together for the chance to win the Grand Prize! The first part of the competition takes place outside the Casino, where you will have a personal goal that I will provide you with later. The second part takes place inside the Casino, where you will encounter challenges on each floor on your way to the Grand Prize!

Bear in mind, once you enter the Casino with the intent to begin the challenge you will be in direct competition with the other players for the Grand Prize as well as experiencing a time limit of 8 hours. So prepare accordingly!

I eagerly await your participation,

Willie B. Hardigan

"Is that really your name?" The sleazy used car salesman in a tuxedo gave Crystal a beaming smile, "That it is and what a grand name to have. No better than Anita Mandelay but you'll understand if I'm not jealous." She agreed but still felt slighted.

"Well, I take it by your presence that you all agree to play my game! Shall we shake on it?" He offered his hand and she exchanged a hopeful glance with the other women.

"No I don't think we will. We'll be leaving your game now." Walking to the bathroom exit, the other girls close behind, Crystal threw the doors open and walked through. She was once again staring at Willie B. Hardigan, smiling down at her tits. She turned back to find the others bunched up behind her in front of the door. She tried walking back through it with the same result.

"Shit." She chewed her lip, glancing at the others worried faces, "Guess the game won't let us leave unless we agree to play."

"Fucking... Son of a Bitch... Goddamnit..." The green brunette muttered under her breath as Crystal reluctantly reached for the man's hand. It felt as greasy as his smile as she shook it and stepped back, turning to wash her hands in the sink.

When all of them had shook the casino owners hand, he flashed his golden tooth at them, "Well then, now that that's taken care of, I suppose I'll be seeing you soon! Don't hesitate to write me if you have questions!" Crystal was glad to see him go but the schoolgirl, her friend Dahlia she supposed, spoke up, "Wait, sir! I have questions now!"

"Don't hesitate to write me if you have questions!" He continued unperturbed through the doors.

Dahlia tried to follow but the hallway outside was empty when she got to the door. Crystal was just happy there was a hallway. The femme fatale was the second to step out, followed by Crystal and the oriental woman, "Does anyone else wonder why he decided to do that in the women's bathroom?"

Crystal was about to agree when the stench of smoke overwhelmed her, "cough cough, jeez, now I remember why I cough hate casinos! Let's get outside, talk there!"

The casino was fairly nondescript as far as Crystal could tell, just as the streets outside were when they exited. Everything was there... but it lacked a certain detail she couldn't quite put her finger on. "So this is what it's like inside a video game."

"Ok, Crystal right?" Her head snapped up and she nodded to the green clothed brunette, just happy to hear her real name, "What the fuck happened? How are we in the game? What kind of game even is this, I thought we were... I don't know what I thought!"

"Ev?"

"No, that's me." The oriental woman spoke up.

"I'm Helda-" The brunette stopped herself, lips tight with anger.

"Cathy?" She nodded vigorously.

"Ok... Dahlia?" The schoolgirl nodded and raised her hand unnecessarily.

"And Jenna?" The sexy but dangerous looking woman inclined her head.

"Cool, so long as we know who's who. Uh... well. I don't have a clue how we got in the game but based on the way things are going so far, we need to progress through and eventually beat the game to get out. I think. I hope."

"Well that's reassuring." Cathy blew her messy hair out of her face, "I can't deal with this new body, why is my hair like this?"

"You're complaining? Have you seen this?" Crystal shimmied slightly, sending her oversqueezed funbags bouncing.

"You're not the only one." Evaline lifted her own endowments up for inspection, the two milky white globes rivaling her own.

"Ev... are you-"

"Not wearing a bra? Yeah. They've been bouncing everywhere. There's no way they'd be this... springy in real life. Especially at... whatever age my character is at."

"You're not that old. Probably mid thirties. I'm worried that when I get this makeup off I'll have crows feet." Crystal poked at the powder caked onto her face.

"Um... guys? I'm... I'm pretty sure I'm naked under this coat." The four turned to look at Dahlia, who clung the coat around herself, blushing furiously.