Round 3 Continued

The die landed on a 4 and Daria's pieced moved on its own to a transformation tile. "Magic touch others feel pleasure at your touch."

"Huh, what does that mean?" Miles asked, "Wouldn't people normally feel good when Voguey touched them?"

"Voguey? I preferred Vogue..." Daria sighed, "Here. You can be the experimental subject." She leaned forward and touched Miles's knee.

"Oh!" Miles shot up, his cheeks flushed, "That's..." He swallowed loudly, "Um. Ok. It was like she touched my cock. Not stroked it or anything, just grazed it. I wonder what it would feel like if she was trying to turn me on..."

"Nope! Not happening." Daria sat back and looked away, "Just roll Miles."

Miles looked confused, "Who is Miles? Oh, is that my name? What was it again?"

"Miles." Daria said.

Miles frowned, "Oh...ya I forget. Just say hey you or something, okay sexy hands?"

"Sexy hands?" Daria threw her hands up in exasperation.

Miles rolled, "A 5 and that's...dice. It says...5 options this time. Oh, it must be the same as the dice you roll. My choices are...Asstasstic, Too hot to handle, Smooth as silk, Milk spurt or Sex drive. Ok asstastic sounds terrible. Same with too hot...Smooth as silk...I don't want to be bald. Milk, no way. That leaves Sex Drive. I'll pick that."

The dome reformed immediately, "Always on. You will never go very long without thinking about sex. If you don't get off at least 5 times a day you won't be able to think about anything else."

"Is that really a change?" Leila asked, "He is a man."

Andrea smirked and picked up the die, "No, men aren't like that at all," She tossed it gently, "Just Miles."

Andrea's pieced moved to a question tile, "Would you rather increase your bust by 4 inches or all other females by one? Sorry girls, I don't want to be a fricking H cup! I'll pick everyone else."

David, or Sapphire, was a little upset but not surprised when his chest swelled too. He, or rather she, really was a woman now. With a sigh she picked up the die, and gasped when it landed. Another BOB, the weird delayed one. "You have earned $1.00. Your face and lips will be modified. Your options are Itchy Face, Gyaru Gal, Doll Face and Mood Lips. Why do these all sound so terrible?"

Camille smiled at him, "But the last one wasn't so bad, right? You're hair looks great and your voice is so lovely...unlike mine. I sound like a bimbo and look like a lesbian."

"You know not all lesbians have short hair. I've dated lots of very femme girls." Andrea said defiantly.

Camille frowned, "Sorry, I shouldn't talk like that. I guess I'm just not happy with short hair myself. Maybe it'll be longer tomorrow."

Camille rolled and landed on BOB also, though not the same tile as Sapphire. "I also get a dollar? Weird. And my choices are lip...wow. Lipstick Lesbian? Really? Kissable Lips, Living Canvas and Europhia."

Leila rolled a 4 and landed on a question tile, "Would you rather be **** to thank people for their comments about your body no matter how unwanted or vehemently reject them no matter how well intended? Ugh, this is bad."

"It could cause trouble at work if you start rejecting compliments. Not that I think you should have to, but..." Miles warned.

Leila groaned, "I know! I just just picture it now. My boss will say nice tits, I'll say go to hell, and I'll be fired and everyone will think I deserved it. Fuck. Fine, I'll thank people for compliments."

Daria waited, but the game wasn't going on break yet. She rolled again, landing on a curse, "Underwhere - Once every four hours, a random piece of underwear being worn by the you will permanently vanish." Her eyes went wide, "Wait 4 hours...so I'm going to need to buy 6 pairs of panties per day?"

"Bras are underwear too," Andrea pointed out, "But you could just go commando."

"I could not!" Daria insisted, but she was wondering just how long she could avoid doing just that.

Miles rolled and groaned immediately as he found himself on the same tile as Sapphire, "Ugh. 10 cents? Whoopie. And my choices are Strong Silent Type, Bald? Fucking bald? No way. Man bun and Beard Bound? I guess I see myself as more of a strong silent type."

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"You? Silent? I wish." Leila spat.

"Now now Princess, no need to be mean." He said, sticking out his tongue.

Andrea rolled next, getting a 2 and another curse, "Taste tester. Your job is changed to that of a gloryhole. Huh? How the hell does that work?"

"Can't you just quit?" Daria wondered, "You make his salary now."

Miles shook his head, "No! If she quits then neither of us will have any money!"

Andrea frowned, "That's true..." She still wasn't sure what it meant by her job was now a gloryhole, but there was nothing she could do about it at this moment.

"My turn then," Sapphire said. She picked up the die and rolled, "A 2. And...dice. My choices are Submissive Silence or Public Masturbation. Eek! Silence I guess." Sapphire hadn't even tried private masturbation yet, not way would she risk doing that in public.

"Speak When Spoken To - You are only able to speak when you have been directly spoken to first. Taking initiative is going to be a lot harder for you from now on, so you should get to know your place."

Sapphire looked around. It was silent. She tried to say something, but her mouth opened and shut uselessly.

"Wow, she really can't talk, can she?" Miles asked Leila.

Still Sapphire couldn't join in.

"I don't think she can. That sucks." Leila said.

Camille picked up the dice, "It's ok Sapphire, I'll talk to you," but then she rolled and Sapphire had nothing more to say. Camille landed on a restriction, "skirts/dresses may not cover more than 12 inches below waist. 12 inches!" She stood up and immediately started rolling up her skirt, "That's so short!"

Leila picked up the dice next, "Like, come on blessing!" She tossed it. "Fuck!" A curse, of course, "Whack-a-dong - You have a compulsion to defeat any erection you set eyes on (even through clothing etc). Max of 3. Compulsion only fades once you have made that cock orgasm."

"Dang." Andrea wondered how that would pair with all the harassment she got at work. It seemed like both of them would be spending a lot more time on their knees in the future.

Daria picked up the dice but the dome clouded over, "Break. Daria must begin her turn by 7pm on Monday. The game may be moved to a new location but failure to play at the appointed time will result in punishment."

"We get the whole weekend? That's great." Miles said.

"Is it? That's just more time to suffer." Camille said.

"We could play sooner, it says by 7pm..." Sapphire said, "Not that I am eager for more changes..."

"No, we're not playing sooner. Now then...any volunteers to sleep with me?" Andrea asked. "Not sexually! I mean, I can't fall asleep alone." She shot a glance at Miles, "Not you." She looked at Daria, "Daria?"

"Yes." She said automatically, but then she shook her head, "That could be a bad idea if I accidently touch you."

"Right, damn. Camille?"

Camille hesitated. Truthfully she did want to. She was under the 'snowball effect' and forbidden from orgasming without permission. Having a sober repeated of the other day with Andrea was just what she needed. She was just afraid of blurring the lines of their friendship.

Before Camille could muster the nerve, Leila shot her hand up, "I'll, like, do it. 'Fraid if I ride home with Miles I'll see his cock through his pants or something."

"Why are you looking at cocks?" Miles asked, but Leila ignored him.

Camille smiled bitterly, "We can take turns. Call me if you need me." She said to Andrea.

"Ok, will do. Bye everyone!" Andrea said, rather tired of hosting after so many days in a row.