Understanding the wardrobe.

Crystal and Dahlia were trying to guess which door belonged to her when they ran into her son once again. He'd put jeans on but hadn't finished, or even started, buttoning up his shirt. "Heya Mom, sorry about earlier." He smiled down at Crystal, towering over her even with her heels, grabbing her in a warm hug and pressing her up against his well defined chest and abs. Crystal's surprised hands found themselves sliding through the young mans chest hair and his not unpleasant scent infused her breath. He pulled back and smiled at Dahlia, still clutching her trenchcoat to herself, "Hello there, I don't think we've met before. My name's York, York Hunt. Have my dad's last name. What's yours?"

Dahlia blushed furiously, blue eyes smiling brightly up at the huge man, "M-my name? I'm still a virgin. I mean, Stella Virgin." Her breathing was a little heavy as she hurriedly reached to take his hand, forgetting about her coat situation. The trench coat fell open to reveal her naked front, pert breasts poking out and trimmed blonde pussy drooling slightly. York got an eyeful of all of it before Dahlia squeaked and covered up.

Crystal, still dazed from the hug, watched the spectacle smiling for a second before catching up to reality, "S-sweetie, why don't you go downstairs and introduce yourself to my other friends. Or leave to go do that thing I wanted you to do."

York tore his eyes from the furiously blushing Dahlia to give his mother a quizzical look, "What thing?"

"Off you go!" She gave him a shove in the direction of the stairs, thankfully taking the hint. The two girls stared after him for a long moment before Dahlia whirled on her taller friend, "Why is your son so hot?!" "Shh! Keep your voice down! I don't know!" "Why is he so huge?!" "I just said I don't know!" "Were you checking him out?!" "What?! No! Ew, don't be gross!" "Oh Lord, he saw my everything!"

They argued back and forth in whispers as they began opening doors, finding the master bedroom in short order. "Look, just drop it ok?! I'm weirded out enough as it... did he say his name was York Hunt?"

"Yeah? So? Why are you laugh-Oh Lord!"

After a minute Crystal pulled herself up off the floor, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, "Oh God, I'm a terrible mother. Ok, what's this business about you having something 'inside you'?"

Dahlia shifted uncomfortably, "Um... well, I wasn't really sure at first with the new body and everything but I think there's something... stuck in my... my butt."

Crystal gave her a hard look, "...what kind of something?"

"I don't know! I haven't looked yet!"

"Well c'mon inside so we can figure it out!" Questioning her life choices, Crystal closed the bedroom door behind her, nodding appreciatively as she turned back around, "I could get used to this. Check out this bed!" She took a running leap and landed hard in the center with a heavy WHOMP, "Owww... tempurpedic. It's a tempurpedic. Owowowow..."

"Did they even have tempurpedic mattresses in these days?"

"Apparently they had foam mattresses! Oh fuck, now I have a headache..."

Dahlia opened the closet and peered inside, pulling out drawers in rapid succession, "I don't need anything fancy, just a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt or something!"

"Hold up, first..." Crystal rose with a groan, closing the shades and gently lying back on the bed, "Strip."

"...what?"

"Strip. We need to check whatever you have up your ass."

Dahlia squirmed, biting her lip nervously. Crystal couldn't help but feel a little tingle in her core as she watched the uncomfortable girl struggle with herself, "Stella. Strip." her voice came out strong and imperious, Dahlia didn't even correct her, just meekly shed her covering. It gave Crystal a thrill she'd never quite felt before, "Drop your arms."

Dahlia had been covering her breasts and slit, standing in the pool of her trench coat, "B-but you only need to see my-"

"Stella? Drop. Them."

Dahlia obeyed, letting her arms slip to her sides she stood there miserably. There was enough light getting through the shades for Crystal to see she wasn't completely hating it though: her thighs shone with a faint trickle of arousal. Crystal rose from the bed smoothly, like a predator. She'd never felt so in control, so... hot while another person felt shame in her presence.

"Spread your legs... Stella." Dahlia glared at her, "That's not... that's not my name!"

"Stella." Anita lightly ran her long nails over Dahlia's bare shoulders, moving to stand behind her and whisper in her ear, "Spread. Them."

Dahlia whimpered as she slid her legs apart, "Can... can you check what's in my butt?" Anita breathed softly next to her toy's ear, slider her nails down the shivering girls thighs, one moving forward and one back. The first slid down to cup the younger girls wet snatch, drawing out a startled moan. The second gripped Dahlia's rump, squeezing it firmly while she whispered in her ear, "Patience, pet."

"W-why a-are you doing this?" Dahlia shook as Anita slid her palm over her groin, rubbing the dripping slit, "Because you're letting me... Stella." Smack! Dahlia cried out as Anita laid a light smack on her rump, both hands now working the young woman's firm muscle.

"Ssstooop! You're squeezing the thing in the middle!"

"Does it hurt?"

"Nh... Not... Really...?"

"I can go harder."

"Mnnh!"

"Would you like that Stella?"

"Mh-hm!"

"Use your words, Stella, tell me what you want."

"Mmmn... Mistress Togo, please play with my aaass!"

Crystal froze. She was Crystal Togo, nerdy 18 year old highschool student, not Anita Mandelay, 40-something mother and apparently-dominatrix. She staggered away from the shaking girl, who wasn't Stella Virgin, a submissive girl who apparently went to grand openings in nothing but a trench coat and a butt plug, but her friend, Dahlia Simmons. Who she had just molested the hell out of.

"M-mistress? Please keep playing with meee!" Her voice was whiny and needy, it pulled strings deep inside Crystal... or maybe Anita. Crystal shook it off, getting to her feet and moving around to Dahlia's front.

"Dahlia? I am so sorry, I don't know what came over me!"

The lightly sweating girl shook her head, "Nooo! My name's Stella! Play with me! Use meee!"

"Dahlia!" Crystal slapped her friend across the face, a bit harder than she meant to.

"C-crystal?" Crystal breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dahlia, I am so sorry, I don't know what came over me. It was like the character just sort of... took over." Dahlia, released from the paralysis of Anita's voice, raised her hands to frame her face, "You... touched me!"

"I promise it won't happen again, it was so wrong of me, I just lost control!"

"I... I thought I was actually Stella Virgin! She has such... dirty thoughts..." she started to zone out, Crystal snapped her fingers to bring her back.

"Ok, focus Dahlia, we still have to get that thing out of you."

"Oh... right... What is it exactly?"

Crystal knelt down, getting her first good look at the intruder, "Well... it's a butt plug. A pink rubber one I think."

"What's a butt plug?!"

"God, you are sheltered. I'll show you in a sec. Lean over the bed and try to relax."

Bent over the mattress, Dahlia quivered and jumped as Crystal tried to maneuver her nails to grip the offending plug, "Hold still dammit!"

"Stop poking my butt with your nails!"

"I have to poke your butt, have you seen how long these things are? Besides, you already have a hunk of rubber up there, what difference do my fingers make?"

"Crystal!"

"Sorry, that was uncalled for. Ok... ok, I think I got it. I'm gonna try and pull it out ok?"

"O-ok... Ungh! Lord! It's huge!"

Crystal couldn't say she had any experience to draw on but she had been around the internet: she was pretty sure the plug wasn't that big. With a final tug, the thickest part slipped free from Dahlia's clenching rectum and the innocent girl sagged onto the foam, groaning in exertion.

"Fuck. That was an ordeal." Crystal tried to hold the rubber plug up to the light but it remained flush with Dahlia's tightly sealed pucker. She pulled harder, succeeding only in dragging Dahlia's hips back a few inches.

"Um... Dahlia?"

The sweating blonde glanced back at her, "What?"

"Can you feel this?" She pulled on the plug, twisting it slightly.

"I feel you rubbing it on my butt, knock it off! I can't imagine what my pastor would say if he saw me like this..." Crystal tried very hard to ignore the fresh wave of drooling arousal from Dahlia's pussy as she said those words.

"Ok I'm gonna try something. Tell me if it feels uncomfortable or hurts."

"Um... ok?"

Using both hands, Crystal gripped the plug tightly and made a note to thoroughly wash her hands afterwards. She lifted straight up, pulling Dahlia's legs and lower torso with her.

"Woah, what are you doing?!"

"Does it hurt?"

"No! I... I can't even feel where you're pulling on me!"

Crystal set her friend back down, catching her breath while still holding the plug, "Uh... we might have a slight problem."

"Just tell me Crystal!"

"The plug is out of you but... well... I can't seem to pull it off of you."

"What? Why? How?"

"I don't know to all three."

"Well what are we gonna do?"

Crystal thought hard for a moment, "Ok... I might have an idea but I don't know how to do it."

"Well?"

"Have you ever played the sims? Or any kind of dress up game?"

"A few when I was little I guess...?"

"You don't physically take things off in those games, because, y'know, you just can't, but you can activate a closet or dresser or whatever and it will take it off or put it on for you."

"...so what does that mean for me?"

"I think we have to activate a closet to get this thing completely off of you."

"That's dumb."

"I didn't design it that way. Hold on while I check out the closet." Letting go of the plug, Crystal turned to the closet, only to snap back as Dahlia screamed bloody **** as the plug slid back inside of its own accord.

"Oh Lord, oh Lord, ohhh!"

Crystal cringed, the damage already done, "Sorry..."

"Ungh.... just check the damned closet!"

Wow, we made it through all that before she started swearing, that must have hurt like a bitch.

The closet was... a closet. There wasn't any obvious button like in most dress up games, "Ok... uh... maybe I just reach ins-WOAH!" Crystal's entire perspective changed in an instant. She was suddenly looking at herself from about six feet away while her body faced away from the closet, posing sexily. Wouldn't have been my first choice if I had known... but I look damn good in this body. She'd been pretty on the money with the Jessica Rabbit comparison, her body oozed sexuality and her face promised naughty things. The vibrant red dress and coppery hair completed the image, "I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way." Your body says the words but otherwise you are just an observer. Aside from the jarring sensation of an out of body experience this was really cool!

"What are you doing?!" Oh, right. Bigger issues.

"Sorry Dahlia, I just figured out how to activate the closet."

"Can you change clothes?"

"Not sure yet. Uh.... let's see..." You don't so much 'see' your clothes in your closet as you do have a mental image of them. There were a lot fewer outfits in here than you expected, waaay fewer than any self respecting modern game would have. And they only came in outfits, what's up with that? Most of them are... quite risqué, even more than your boob-busting corset-dress. You settle on the only one you can find that you'd ever even consider wearing in real life: a thin sweater and jeans.

You concentrate and... "Woah! It worked!" The clothes are a bit more... form fitting than you would have liked, also the lack of bra, but overall it's a big improvement. You think about leaving and you're suddenly snapped back to your normal perspective, staggering.

You take a deep breath for the first time in ages and stretch leisurely, "Oh God yes, that dress was so tight!"

"Great, my turn!"

Dahlia brushes past you, waddling slightly, and reaches into the closet. She snaps around, posing faux demurely, finger to her lips in a pose Dahlia would never willingly perform, "Oh goodness! This is... different."

"Can you access my clothes?"

"...no, but I think I can access mine." The trenchcoat is suddenly back on, hanging open just enough so that it covers nothing important.

"How about taking off the butt plug?"

"...it's not letting me!"

"Try switching outfits?"

Dahlia's blonde haired blue eyed avatar was abruptly wearing a short yellow sundress.

"It's still there! Wait. There's a little bubble popping up..."

"What?"

"Like a thought bubble in a cartoon. It says that I can't remove quest items? What does that mean?!"

"Shit."

"Crystal? What does that mean?"

Crystal blew air out of her cheeks, "Um... well. It means that you have to do something special to get that plug removed. Does it give you any details about how?"

"No, that's it! Crystal what do I do?!"

Dahlia suddenly reanimated in the sundress, stumbling and clutching at Crystal's sweater, tears in her eyes.

"Ok, ok. We're gonna figure this out. If there are quests then there has to be a menu of some kind. We just have to figure out how to open it."

Jenna and Evaline poked their heads in through the door, "What's going on up here? We heard... weird noises."