Something recognizable but potentially too small.

He will never believe I used to be a guy if I return wearing a dress.

She closes the closet and pulls items out of her dresser—a Camp Crystal Lake Counselor t-shirt, athletic shorts with a draw string, and a pair of long socks. It is the type of clothing she would have worn around the apartment as a guy, and she thinks a shirt showing off her horror fandom will be a good indication that she at least has masculine interests. It's not until she looks in the mirror that she second guesses her choice. The shirt is as tight as the one she removed, but the new one is shorter too and leaves her midriff bare. The shorts are no better, hugging her hips, and her ass, and exposing her thighs. Only the socks, which are long enough to reach her knees, manage to cover her significantly. The outfit disturbingly resembles some kind of cosplay.

Next thing you know some killer in a hockey mask is going to burst through my door. She smiles half-heartedly at her reflection.

You hear the strangest whisper in your ear as you watch her. Ch-ch-ch. Ah-ah-ah.

"Not taking any chances..." She mutters, halfway to her desk before she turns back to lock her bedroom door.

There is an awkward silence when Kacie sits back down in front of her computer. The man still has a salacious smirk on his lips as he ogles her fit abdomen, but he is much more in control of himself. Kacie's porcelain cheeks slowly turn pink as she waits for him to say something. DADGAD shakes his head and starts to laugh in disbelief.

"Boy, the Trickster really did a number on you, um... sorry, we never exchanged names, did we?" He says. "I'm Ben, but you can call me Dad too if you want."

"Kacie."

"I'm going to put it to you straight here, Kacie. This new outfit is even sluttier than the last one." He chuckles. "And before you get all bent out of shape about that, let me tell you something. It's not your fault. I can at least surmise that your clothing choices have drastically changed, right?"

She leans forward in her seat, her bright blue eyes wide with interest. Her teeth brush against her lower lip, mouth agape, as she sits very still, only moving to calmly brush some of her blonde hair behind an ear.

"Okay, so we've established that your options have changed. I'm guessing that there is another wrinkle going on here though too. Let me guess. You opened your closet and this was the only outfit in there?" He looks to her for an answer, and she shakes her head. "No? Then there must have been something drawing you to this option, and your mind formed some sort of silly justification as to why this was the best choice, despite the fact that any sane individual would be able to tell that wearing this was going to get the same reaction as what you wore before. Does that sound right?"

"I didn't think you'd believe I used to be a guy if I wore a dress or something..." She says quietly, shame in her quivering voice.

"Why not wear jeans then? Why not a sweater or something that would actually cover your whole body? Why not put a bra on? I specifically told you that your nipples were distracting. You changed into a white shirt. I can see them even better." He laughs again. "I hate to break it to you, Kacie, but this conversation became a Trickster trap the moment I said you looked like a cam whore."

"But we're just talking... how can this be a trap?"

"Everything is a trap when someone is under the Trickster's spell, you stupid slut. Why do you think I messaged you in the first place? A man can always use another pet, though I'll settle for you being a naughty little cam whore for now."

The utter disbelief on Kacie's face at Ben's heel turn is almost comical. You almost want to laugh at the poor girl's misfortune, but she beats you to it. She looks down at her keyboard and mouse, her brows furrowed as she shakes her head and snickers incredulously.

"I get it. You don't believe me." Ben interrupts as Kacie looks like she's about to close the chat. "But before you say goodbye, how about a little wager? If you win then I'll apologize for calling you a slut, deal?"

Kacie pauses and nods her head.

"Okay, here's the wager: I bet you can't spread your legs apart and show me your feet at the same time."

What a silly thing to say. That's not even that hard to do. This dude's going to feel like a real idiot when I do it. That'll show him for treating me the way he has!

The leggy girl with the bleached hair slumps down in her chair, spreads her legs, and then with remarkable flexibility lifts them up, forming a Y-shape with her lush thighs. She places the heels of her socked feet on the edge of the desk and gives the man a boastful grin.

"I bet you feel dumb now, don't you? This was easy." Kacie says before sticking her tongue out at Ben.

"Mm, I'm positively ashamed of myself. I'm really sorry I called you a slut, Kacie. It was just a bit of wishful thinking on my part. I mean, who wouldn't hope for a girl like you to be a slut?" He wets his lips. "Your skin looks so soft. I know this is asking a lot, but could you rub your thighs and tell me how they feel?"

Kacie's smile is playful as her slender fingers trace across her snow white skin, starting at her knees, caressing in a slow back and forth manner as they work inward to her thighs. She is tantalizing in her attention there, humming delightfully as she teases him.

"You're right. My skin's like silk, but you want something more, don't you?" She asks in a breathy tone. "I can see what you're gawking at. You want to see my pussy, don't you?"

"Show it to me."

She hooks a finger in the hem of her shorts, toying with it excruciatingly slow, and then yanks the stretch fabric to the side. As the puffy florid lips of her pussy peek out, the girl giggles and curiously cranes her neck to get a peek of her own. Her fingertip draws across her flesh, making her shudder and inhale sharply. She looks back up at her audience of one, her eyes pleading for encouragement.

"That's a good girl. It feels good to show me your pussy, doesn't it? I can see how excited it's making you. Imagine how good it would feel to show it to more..."

It feels so flippin' good. I want more guys to know what a dirty slut I am. Just the thought of a guy stroking his fat dick while I finger fuck my wet snatch, it makes me feel like I might...

"Ohmygosh, Daddy Ben! I want everyone to see!" She squeals.

"Then I have some good news, babygirl. They're already watching. Click the link I just sent you in chat... they're all waiting for the real show to start!"

Kacie does as she's told. She clicks the hyperlink, which brings up streaming video of her on camera accompanied by a chat window. The messages scroll past her eyes, each one making the itch to touch herself again even greater. Show your tits! Put a finger inside! Spank it! Each one gives her a thrill. She puts the chat window full screen and then moves to sit on the edge of the bed, graciously smiling to her webcam.

"Hello, everyone! I'm not sure how long you've all been watching, but thank you for sticking around! I was in denial before, but now that I have all of you watching me, I can't wait to show you all what Daddy Ben knew about me all along. I'm a dirty slut and a cam whore! Now, who wants to see my tits?"

It is only the beginning of Kacie's career as a cam whore. I bet you would like to see more, wouldn't you? You'd love to see every sordid moment as she pinches her nipples for a growing audience, but if you want more you'll have to pay $2 a minute for a private show. Until then, I'm afraid the curtains are closing. This is...

THE END