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Chapter 5 by Rowenar Rowenar

What does Jenny say?

She wants to get out

Somehow she had the feeling this wasn't entirely fair. If this dimension was his equivalent of clothes, then she could only win this game if everything that defined this dimension was stripped away. But if that happened then that would include the gravity, the air, the size...

Which meant her priority couldn't be damaging the place; she'd die if the whole thing crumpled in on itself. No, her priority had to be escape.

"That... thing that stops me leaving this shop," Jenny said. "And anything like that on the outside. The 'rule' that says I can't leave. That's my choice."

There was a pause. The Toymaker, looking bored before that moment, did suddenly give a faint smile like he'd finally started to see her as more than a wasted hour.

"You are your father's daughter," he said. "Very well. It is gone."

"So when this is over, I can leave?" Jenny said.

"Certainly," the Toymaker said. "In whatever state you are at the end of the game."

Jenny hesitated. She squirmed a little awkwardly, arms still crossed, face still warm.

Well she'd be on her ship, and no one else was there. That was what mattered; she could improvise something before anyone ever had to see.

Swallowing, Jenny reached out for more cards.


"Four of a kind," Jenny said more confidently, or as confidently as she could with a bright red face and slightly quavering voice. The Toymaker put down his cards.

"Five of a kind," he said. "I win the round and, if I'm not mistaken, the game."

Jenny's eyes went wide; that time she didn't have to say what she was giving up, not that she felt like she'd have been able to. She only had one thing left on. And in a moment, even her dark panties had vanished.

She whimpered, the hand that had been holding the cards quickly dropping down to hide her pussy and the slight blonde fuzz over it. She bit her lip, staring uncertainly.

At least it was over, she told herself.

"Are we done?" Jenny said.

"This game is, certainly," the Toymaker said. "Unless you wish to try winning anything back. I have so many options. Chess. A trilogic game..."

"N-no," Jenny shook her head.

"You're quite sure?"

"Very sure," Jenny said. "But I can leave. I won that, didn't I?"

"You did," the Toymaker said. "An entertaining enough diversion, I suppose, though I had hoped for more."

Jenny swallowed. She quickly looked around the odd little shop. Then, bracing herself, pushed to her feet; she ran to the door with her hands covering her front, trying to forget the fact that her ass was exposed to the world. Frantic she hurried through the door, then over to her ship.

She sprinted, pumping her arms to run faster once she was outside; there was less need to cover up while the Toymaker was still inside. That and she just wanted to move quicker, forget this whole embarrassing adventure.

She ducked in through the doors, hurrying to the pilot's seat and settling in. She still crossed her arms over her tits, looking through the window ahead of her. Ok, to just get out of here...

Ah! She glanced up to see a spare jacket hanging on a wall. She grabbed it, pulling it over-

It dissolved the moment she tried to wear it. Jenny couldn't help but squeal.

"Hey!" Jenny shouted. Somehow she got the feeling the Toymaker could hear her. "Hey! The game's over! I played, you won."

"Indeed you did," the Toymaker said.

Jenny yelped, to see him appear behind her. There was no abrupt transition; for all she knew he'd just walked in.

"But you lost a great deal," the Toymaker said. "Do you really think we were playing for something as trivial as your garments? I lost rules, capabilities, so did you."

"I..." Jenny's eyes widened.

Wait. She hadn't been losing clothes, she'd been losing the ability to wear those clothes?! She flushed deeper, suddenly realising the predicament she was in.

She squirmed, hyperaware of how her bare skin felt against the chair, crossing her legs and her arms in a vain effort to reclaim a little modesty. Somehow she got the feeling he was absolutely capable of that.

"So, will you still leave?" the Toymaker said. "Or stay and try to win them back?"

Does she risk it, or does she accept a life of permanent nudity?

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