Something sensible but feminine.

Why am I doing this?

Kacie stands there in nothing but the boy shorts the Trickster put her in, her modest breasts on display. She holds a white bra with lace trim in her hands for a moment and then slips the straps over her shoulders. She has no trouble fastening it shut, nor adjusting it to make sure that her breasts are supported, but when she finishes she whines and twists her shoulders bitterly.

Why am I doing this?

She eases sheer, black hose up her coltish legs. The nylon gives them an extra shine that draws your eyes. As she slides them over her hips she rises up to her full height. She crinkles her nose as her cheeks become stained with embarrassment.

Why am I doing this?

The androgynous girl covers herself with a short, brown, suede skirt. It helps make her slight curves stand out more, clinging to her hips and thighs, while leaving plenty of leg exposed still. It is the last of the truly feminine articles that she decides to wear. When she pulls a black and white striped t-shirt on over her head and slips a pair of oxfords onto her feet she looks like a tomboy trying to femme up a little.

She sits back down at her desk, averting her eyes from DADGAD's gaze.

"What's that look for?" He asks. "You're not seriously embarrassed to be wearing that, are you? You really must have been a guy."

"I told you that! I'm wearing a bra... and a skirt... all my guy clothes changed..."

"Yeah, I had a feeling that might be the case. Reality tends to warp around the recently—will you stop that!?" He stops to look under his desk, struggling with whatever is under there. "Sorry, my bitch is begging for attention right now. Did your name change too? I forgot to ask what it was earlier, but that's another common side effect."

"My name's Kacie..."

"I'm Ben, but people online usually call me Dad..."

"Deeeeeeeee!" You hear a delighted squeak come from the video call.

Ben angrily glares under his desk again, and then looks back up to see Kacie's eyebrows raised in confusion. He sighs and pushes himself away from his desk, and then stands up, buckling his belt as he does.

"Fuck it! You might as well know everything about me and what you might be getting yourself into." He explains and then pats the back of his leather office chair. "Britta, up! You can sit on the furniture this one time if you're a good girl for Daddy."

Kacie's eyes widen as a naked woman crawls out from under the desk and hops onto the leather chair where she sits on her knees with her legs splayed open. Her straw blonde hair is done up in pigtails and there's a pink collar around her neck that reads Teacher's Pet, but your eyes are drawn to her heavy fake breasts and the dumb, almost vacantly happy look on her face.

"Hi! You're pretty! Are you going to be Daddy's new bitch?" The pet girl chirps.

"What!? No! What the fuck, dude?"

"Kacie, calm down. I have no intention of making you my slut anymore. Not after you—"

"Anymore!? You were thinking about it before? Yeah, no, I'm out. This is too much!" Kacie reaches for her mouse with the intent of closing the session.

"Wait! Don't hang up!" Ben pushes himself in front of Britta and looks directly into his webcam to make sure that he's the only one that Kacie can see. "I, well, we really do have information about the Trickster and how to keep yourself from transforming. I promise I'm trying to help now."

"We?" Kacie asks, hesitating to close the browser window.

"Yes, we. My group. I told you about it. The... please, don't laugh... Kaabal." He replies with a sigh. Kacie covers her mouth, stifling a laugh. "Yeah, I know. I didn't come up with the name, but as stupid as it may sound, we've been looking for people like you for a very long time."

"I'm listening." The girl leans back in her chair, folding her arms over her chest.

"You resisted the trigger I tried to use on you. That's how the Trickster's traps work... sometimes." He explains. "I called you a cam whore. Most girls in your situation would have ended up wearing something slutty and fucking themselves on camera, but you came back looking well... normal."

"I wouldn't consider this normal."

"Your personality's intact. Your body might have changed, but you're still you. Would you rather be like Britta here? She used to be a very bright girl, but now she's completely cock-dumb and acts like an energetic puppy dog. We can help you avoid ending up like that."

"You said cock! Britta wants cock!" The girl tries to squirm her way under one of Ben's arms only to be pushed away. You hear her whimpering pathetically in the background.

"Yeah, I'm going to trust the guy who's keeping his former student as his personal fuckpet."

"I hate to do this, but you have no other choice, Kacie. We're the only ones that can help you." He hangs his head and takes a deep breath before looking directly at the camera again. "Listen to me very closely. There are going to be men showing up at your door soon, and they're going to bring you to the Kaabal either voluntarily or against your will. I want to be able to help you still, so when they show up you need to respond to whatever they say with the phrase 'just in me'. If you resist or say anything else, well, I don't know what will happen. I'm sorry."

"Motherfucker! I can't believe you—" Kacie can't get the words out before the video call ends.

Argh! Fuck this whole fucking day! Kacie runs back to her closet, grabs a leather jacket, and then quickly collects her wallet and keys. She presses herself against her bedroom wall and pulls down one of the blinds with her finger so that she can peek out. A black, unmarked van sits parked across the street. She stuffs her wallet and keys in her jacket pockets and sprints for the front door. She throws it open with haste and her heart sinks. Standing before her are two large men that make her feel small in their shadows. They stare at her as if almost daring her to do something, and then one of them speaks.

"Trust in me."