To her room for answers

As soon as control was returned, Ramona sunk to her knees, exhausted by how much effort her body expended to look erotic. She just wanted to jump into bed and hope it was all a dream, but she knew what it took to remove these curses. She quickly started up the stairs, knowing she could avoid being seen from her bedroom by anyone. Even roommates had to knock first. Speaking of roommates, she could hear at least one of them was home.

Ramona had 3 roommates, two girls and a guy. She got along well with all of them, but knew it'd be too hard to explain her out of character cosmetic changes. So she dashed down the hall to the last room: her's. Quickly locking the door, she flopped onto her bed, content to rest, kicking off her new sandals and shimmying out of her slut costume, happy at least that they could be removed. After a moment to collect herself, Ramona entered her en suite bathroom and gazed at her new look in the mirror.

Beautiful blonde curls framed her slender face. Tasteful makeup brought out her eyes and a light pink gloss covered her lips. A matching color adorned her finger and toe nails, looking fresh from the salon. Turning, she took stock of all her tattoos, embarrassment flushing Ramona's face. She did have a 'put dick here' tattoo, arrow and all, but could now see it said 'dicks'. Framing her pussy, multiple shades of lipstick kisses surround her mound, each with a different female name. Ramona has always been bi-curious, but never took a chance to experiment. Apparently, this body did--or worse, will. Framing her under boob, she saw written 'cum' and 'here'. She now had a tramp stamp; in flowery pink font with butterfly accents, it simply read 'horny'. A butterfly and flower motif was visible throughout a;; the art work, she noted. On her hips, she saw tattooed hand prints in a deep red, indicating where to grip her.

She shuddered, thinking about how people would react to her tattoos in public. Easy, she could stay inside all weekend until she won a round. Surely she could get one win and start a streak going soon. All it took was practice with no distractions. She pulled out her phone ready to beat this app when she saw a notification waiting for her. A ball dropped in her stomach. Where had been the ping? It didn't warn her about a round? That's not fair! Cautious, she opened the app, and felt a rush of relief as the game is still as colorful and happy as before, even adding a happy new midi beat as background music. Sadly this meant her chest would be shaken and bounced along with the music while she read the notification.

"Playing alone is not as fun :( you need an audience!" Below were three choices, punishment not for losing, but for hiding. Ramona was dumbstruck, not only did she get a punishment unfairly, but she would need to be watched if she wanted a chance to break free. She deliberated her choices, while her avatar looked at its watch impatiently, the tattoos and hair change had applied to the avatar as well. If she looked closely, Ramona could swear she saw hard nipples on it too. The faceless crowd was gone from behind the avatar, and it seemed almost sad to be alone. Why was she feeling sorry for it? Her choices were:

'curtain call', 'house meeting', 'livestream'

Again, some choices explain themselves better than others, but their potential perversions were equally terrifying.