Street fighter!

James had played street fighter religiously for most of his life, ever since he was young, he would commit at least several hours every day practicing the game. He was confident he couldn't lose.

James and Chad battle it out on the James arcade machine.

James didn't account for his now smaller, feminine hands and ended up losing the first match.

"Hahah guess I win." Chad taunts

James was devastated, he couldn't believe it. He thought he was good, how could he lose to someone like Chad.

"I can't believe I lost!" James said, **** back tears.

"Beginners luck!" James cries out angrily.

"Well, you still lost. Ready to pay up loser?" Chad asks smugly.

"Ugh, fine. What do you want from me?" James asked.

Chad looked James up and down like a piece of meat, making him shiver.

"You know, I think I saw some of your girlfriends slutty clothes laying around here somewhere. Why don't you go put them on for me." Chad demands.

"F-fine. Whatever" James replies, shakily heading into the house to find said clothes.

A little while later James emerges. He's wearing a crop top, showing off his toned tummy, and booty shorts and pink knee high socks.

"Damnnn, you're looking like a fine little slut." Chad exclaims as he looks up and down James body.

James starts to feel uncomfortable.

"Fuck you. I'm not a slut." James replies, trying to sound confident.

"I want a rematch." James says, trying to save face.

"Sure, loser." Chad replies, obviously enjoying the torment.

James begins to play, but loses again.

"Haha. I win again." Chad exclaims, a smug grin on his face.

James can't believe this. Hes lost twice in a row.

"B-beginners luck." James stutters.

"Beginners luck? I could beat you all day." Chad says.

"Now, I know I just had you out that outfit on, but now I wanna see those new tits of yours. Take it off, slut"

"What? You can't be serious, I'm not stripping for you." James replies, starting to feel more and more uncomfortable.

"Hmm, alright then, I guess Ill just tell everyone you lost, and that you're a little slut that just lets anybody take advantage of her."

"Fine. I'll take it off, but no pictures or videos." James says.

Chad doesnt react.

James complies with chads wishes and removes the shirt, exposing his small perky boobs.

James can feel the tears welling up in his eyes. This was so humiliating. Losing at his own game to this jerk. He'd spent hours and hours practicing and learning how to play. All that work for nothing. And now he stands vulnerably with his tits out and manhood on the line.

James is still feeling sad, but is getting slightly aroused as Chad continues to stare.

"God damn, those are some nice titties." Chad exclaims.

"I-I want another rematch-!" James says trying to dissuade the humiliation.

Chad just smiles, enjoying the show.

James resumes the match.

Chad easily wins again.

James feels hopeless, but knows if he backs out, chad would out him as a loser and tell the world.

"You know what I want." Chad says.

"Take off those panties and let me see that ass." he continues.

James considers his options.

He could run away right now, but would lose the chance to transform back. He convinces himself that if he complies now, he can win the next one.

James strips down to nothing but his knee socks. He stands completely exposed in front of Chad, a slight chill blowing through his skin.

"Ahh, I love it." Chad exclaims, admiring James figure.

James can feel the tears welling in his eyes again. He was so humiliated, he was naked, and worse of all, Chad was enjoying it.

"I can't wait to tell everyone about this" Chad says.

"W-what!?" James asks, panicked.

"I mean, what an embarrassing little loser you are. Not only have you lost three times in a row, but now you're standing here in front of me completely naked. The only thing keeping your shameful, little body hidden is your cute, little kneesocks"

James realises that if Chad tells anyone about what happened to day, his social life would be over. Transforming back would'nt make a difference.

He had to get Chad to stay quiet.

His mind rattled with ways to keep Chad from telling everyone, bribes, gifts, ****? Anything.

The anxiety was getting to him. James knees buckle and he falls to his knees, right in front of Chad.

Chad just laughs.

"P-please dont tell anyone about this" James begs on his knees.

"Not if you do as I say" Chad says, looking down at James.

"Wh-what do you want?" James asks, still on his knees.

"You know what I want" Chad replies, knowing full well what he meant.

James realises there's no way around it.