Turns 7 and 8

Thursday Morning Turn 7

Grey picked up the small scrap of fabric and held it up slowly, away from his body like it might suddenly catch fire or something. How could anyone wear this? How could this possible be comfortable? He'd only just become a woman a couple days ago but he already felt bad for ogling models in skimpy lingerie. He was just about to set it down when a voice behind him startled him, causing him to drop it on the floor.

"You looking like you've having trouble."

Grey spun around, "P-Professor York!" He was shocked his see his professor, and fellow player, standing there.

She had a very neutral expression on her face, "Pick that up." She ordered.

Grey nodded and picked the lingerie off the floor and set it on the counter, "Uh. I was just startled." He admitted.

"I understand. You ARE having trouble, aren't you? Your first time buying women's clothes?" She asked.

Grey nodded meekly.

Professor York stared at him for a moment, then sighed, "I'll help you. I may be older than you but I'm not a dinosaur, and I have a lot more fashion sense that you do."

"Really? I mean, no, that's fine." Grey said, not wanting to prolong this experience any more than necessary.

Professor York hesitated, then reached into her purse and pulled out a necklace, "I have a proposal for you. This..." She held up the necklace, "Is an invention. I want you to put it on so I can test it. I'll take it back when we're doing shopping. If you do this...I'll pay for everything you pick you."

"W-what's the catch?" Grey asked, "What does it do?"

"If I was going to tell you, I would have. Nothing permanent, I assure you. Come now, we're allies, aren't we?" Professor York said with a straight face.

"Y-you'll pay for anything I pick out?" Grey asked.

"Yes. Within reason. I won't abide if you call your friends for extra hands to empty the store out, but I don't mind if you spend hundreds. I can only imagine what you're going through, you deserve to have a wardrobe that fits your new frame."

Grey still hesitated. His experience with inventions was...not great. The bra had given him huge tits, not to mention the piercings. But...Professor York didn't seem malicious to him, "I'll do it."

"Then allow me." She opened the clasp and then reached forward. Grey awkwardly stood there and let her put the necklace on him. She let it go and it fell down to rest on his chest. It felt weird. He'd never worn a necklace before.

Professor Grey immediately pulled out a small notepad and a pen, "Do you like it?" She asked.

"Um, it's nice. I guess." Grey said, not sure what she was asking for.

Professor York scribbled something in her notepad, "I see...well...your chest appears to be...larger...than before. Would you tell me how that happened?"

"Yes," Grey said automatically, "I played an invention. The last bra you'll ever need. From the description I thought it would shrink to fit me. Instead it grew me to fit it. The effect stayed even after taking it off."

She scribbled in her notepad again, "I see," Then she dropped her pen, seemingly on purpose, "Oops," She said flatly, "Could you pick that up for me?"

"Yes," Grey bent down and grabbed it, "Here you go."

She stared at him, then dropped it again, "Pick it up." She said, less politely this time.

"Yes." Grey wasn't sure why, but he picked it up again.

She dropped it a third time, "So clumsy of me," She said in a serious tone, "it would be nice if someone picked it up for me."

Grey stared at her, "Ok...what's going on?"

"Don't ask me any questions." Professor York said.

"Yes." Grey replied automatically.

She took a moment to write in her notebook again, "Good. Now let's find you some clothes."

---

Regan sighed as the employee felt her up, "I don't need to be measured, my bras fit perfectly. Well, they did anyway." She told her.

"Oh I know," The employee said, continuing to grope her, "This is just for me."

"Excuse me," A woman's voice said. Regan and the employee turned and she saw a pair of women standing there. The speaker was a little older, mid 30s maybe, and the woman beside her was about Regan's age. The younger woman had a huge rack and looked extremely uncomfortable. "Can we get into a fitting room?"

"Oh, of course." The employee finally stopped groping Regan and turned to leave.

Regan noticed the blonde bimbo staring at her. Regan put a hand on her hip, "Can I help you with something?"

"Yes." The woman said.

"Huh, well what do you want?" Regan asked.

The older woman tugged on the younger woman's arm, "Grey come with me."

Regan rolled her eyes. She was probably a racist or something. Or...Regan pulled out her phone and turned on her selfie camera. No...there was nothing on her face. She shrugged. It didn't matter.

Regan continued to move around the store, picking out a few things she liked. She didn't have a lot of extra money to spend, but her parents had sent her some money to reply her lost underwear. Fortunately for Regan, her parents were really, really out of touch. $500 for underwear? Maybe if she bought a bunch of specially bras. But this store sold panties in packs of 6 for $30 and bralettes for the same price. She'd bought replacements and had plenty over to splurge a little bit. One strange encounter wasn't going to ruin her day.

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Cynthia was absolutely fascinated by this necklace. It seemed to give her total dominance over Grey, to the point where she knew she could have ordered Grey to keep it and keep it a secret. She was rather tempted. If Grey was only **** to obey her, and not every single person, she might have done just that. As it was though, she intended to honour their deal.

In fact it was quite a bargain for her. Grey was too nice or too shy to make full use of her offer. Cynthia had to actually use the necklace just to get Grey to be honest about what he wanted, and use it again to **** him to accept the items she picked out for him. Then as she was trying to get a change room for Grey, he suddenly stopped to stare at another young women. She had to pull him away, and then entered the change room with him.

"Why did you stare at her?" She asked.

"I wasn't staring." Grey said defensively.

Cynthia rolled her eyes, "Would you tell me why you stared at her?"

"Yes," Grey said, "A petite Asian girl asked my roommate to see his penis. We thought she might be player."

"Right, and there's only 1 petite Asian girl in this city?" Cynthia shook her head. It would be a crazy coincidence, although..."Nevermind that. Take off your clothes."

"Yes," Grey started to strip immediately, "But you're still here!?" His objections didn't stop him from stripping through. In seconds he was naked, awkwardly covering up with his hands.

"Don't mind me," Cynthia said, aware that the necklace would take that request seriously, "Now try this on."

Cynthia was straight and got not pleasure from seeing Grey's naked body. Not sexual pleasure anyway. Finding out that the Yes-Lace could even **** Grey to obey when he didn't want to, well, that give her a different kind of excitement. Not that she let it show on her face. She didn't know if the effects would last when the necklace was removed, and she still wanted Grey to trust her.

She had Grey try on outfit after outfit, giving her honest opinions. She was an Engineering Professor, not a runway model, but she still had 35 years more experience being a woman than he did. That had to count for something.

Finally they were done. She spent a little over $500 in the end, well worth it to test out the necklace in her mind. After she paid she turned to Grey..."Have you figured out the necklace yet?"

Grey nodded, "It makes me obey."

"Pretty much. You aren't mad?" She asked.

"No, I mean I was uncomfortable in the changing room, but girls do that kind of thing, don't they? Anyway, you kept your promise and paid for everything. So thanks."

Cynthia bit her lip. As an academic her curiosity was a powerful thing. She knew it was a bad idea but..."Will you-oh, wait. Sorry. Could you take that off?" She waited until he had, "Now, will you will be keep testing it? This time...I'll wear it."

Grey raised his eyebrows, "And you trust me?"

She smirked, "Don't make me strip. It's different the other way around. To build trust, we have to go both ways. Just...protect me." With that she took the necklace from Grey and slipped it around her neck. After clasping it, she immediately tried to remove it, but found that she couldn't find the clasp herself.

She pulled out her notebook and noted that.

"So I guess I should test it?" Grey asked, "Um...can you smile?"

Cynthia felt her lips curl upwards. It wasn't that she never smiled, but she was a naturally serious person, but now she knew it, she was smiling, "This is weird."

"Ah! Uh, stop smiling." Grey was clearly creeped out by her fake smile. Cynthia quickly wrote that down.

Cynthia thought for a moment, "Let's go. I want you to make me do something I don't want to do, but...not here."

She heard Grey gulp, "Um..."

"Get your mind out of the gutter. I hate coffee. Let's start there."

"Oh, yeah. Ok. There's a nice cafe nearby..."

---

Kai reached back, and then explosively brought her hand down. There was a loud crack as her hand made contact and a split second later another loud snap as the ball bounced off the floor on the other side on the net. There was so much power in her spike that the ball kept going until it hit the far wall. After a few more bounces, the court fell silent.

It was the coach that finally ended the silence, "Holy fuck! Kai! You've been holding out on us."

Kai blushed. It had been a good hit. Maybe her hardest hit ever. She felt really, really good.

"You know what girls? That's a good note to end on. Hit the showers." The coach said.

Kai wiped the sweat from her forehead and followed the others to the locker room. The strange scent that had assailed her earlier hadn't intruded on practice, but she couldn't spend forever avoiding men, and she was sure the strange scent was masculine in nature.

It wasn't just the smell that bothered her though. Her lips felt parched and there was a strange churning in her stomach. She felt like she needed...something. Something to do with that scent. As her symptoms progressed she knew it wasn't a coincidence, this was the side effect of the protein powder. As she walked out of the building and started to mix with male students she knew she couldn't keep this up forever. She had to find out what exactly this side effect was. She pushed through the intoxicating cloud of male scent and rushed for her dorm room.

There she found the container of protein powder, took a breath, and read the label in full, "Amazing Protein Powder! Builds supernaturally strong muscles just by consumption but for best results pair with a vigorous workout program. Effects will fade rapidly if usage is discontinued before 2 weeks of daily use. To use, mix 1 scoop of powder with at least 250 mL of water. Side effects may include increased appetite, euphoria when lifting weights, sensitivity to latex, dramatically enhanced sensory input from semen, addiction to semen..." She trailed off. The first few weren't a big deal, but the last two...she gulped. That smell...it was...semen. She was smelling the cum in every man's balls? That's disgusting. And that's without even thinking about the addiction.

The addiction...

Now that she'd read it, she knew it was truth. That's why she was so anxious. She licked her lips again. She needed it. How could she be addicted to something she'd never even touched before? Must be magic...

She put the bottle down...she'd give it up...she couldn't...couldn't indulge in that addiction. She just couldn't.

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Thursday Evening Turn 8

Lars stared at Grey, stupefied, "And you just...put it on? Voluntarily?"

Grey nodded, "Yes. She didn't do anything weird. And she paid for all my clothes. It was a good deal."

Lars shook his head, "And if she'd turned you into her sex ****? Then what?"

Grey put a hand on his hip, "Seriously? Not everyone is as sick as you. This is Professor York we're talking about. She's probably a virgin."

Lars snorted, "Ya. You're probably right. I guess it was worth the risk, now you really do have an ally. Besides me of course. So are you buying another invention?"

Grey shook his head, "I'm taking advantage of the twist, two cards for research is too good to pass up. Actually, it's after 8 now. Let me check what I got."

Grey opened the app and saw a notification. He got 1 coin from his spy, so someone had chosen something other than research tonight. And of course, this little tidbit.

Your spy has produced results. Two inventions have directly targeted you so far. They were played by two separate players.

Grey rubbed his chin. That was interesting. There were only 4 of them. If he assumed that Professor York wasn't lying, then Red and Purple were the culprits. He dimissed the notification and opened his new cards.

"I got-OW!" He yelped.

"Ow? The invetnion is called ow?" Lars asked.

Grey glared at him, "No...I..." Grey hadn't told Lars about the piercings yet. Mostly because he knew Lars would beg to see them. He decided not to, for now. From what he could tell the shocks started out pretty far apart, but got closer and closer the longer he kept the piercings covered. By the time he'd made it home from shopping with Professor York it was down to just a minute or so between. Leaving them exposed stopped the shocks, but they restarted immediately unless he waited for a very long time. He'd have to experiment and figure out exactly how long, but he'd do that without Lar's help for sure.

"Nevermind. It's Bionic Clothes and X-Change Compliance." Grey said, "Bionic Clothes is orange, which means it's effects repeat over and over again."

Bionic Clothes Cost: 1 VP: 2 Effect Self [Gain 1 card per invention each time you work/lose 1 card per invention each time you work/Hidden]

X-Change Compliance Cost: 16 VP: 6 Effect Special [Hidden]

"X-Change..." Lars said, "That's..." He trailed off.

"What? What is it?"

He sighed, "Well...you already know I'm a perv, guess I can tell you. There's some literature on the web...of the adult kind..."

"Get to the point." Grey demanded.

"It changes your sex," Lars said, "There's stories in the net about X-change pills. Gender change pills. It's probably...probably the same."

Grey stared at him, "Are you for real?"

"I'll send you a link." Lars said.

Grey could only nod, too stunned by the revelation to do anything more.

---

Cynthia made a good living, but she wasn't rich. Or she didn't consider herself to be anyway. She lived in a modest home and had a modest lifestyle, but she still thought it was prudent to protect the few valuables she owned. She keyed in the code to her safe, then pressed her thumb against it. There was a click and she easily swung the door open. It was a rather small safe, but she didn't need to store much it in. Her grandmother's wedding tiara, with real diamonds of course. Her passport and will. An external hard drive with a backup of her computer. And now, as she put it inside, the Yes-Lace.

It was powerful. Too powerful to let anyone else have it. She closed the safe and locked it. Using it on Grey had been a somewhat intoxicating experience, but being a victim to it had absolutely terrified her. She had let herself become Grey's puppet only because after spending some time with him she felt like she understood what kind of man...or woman...he was. Even when Grey was totally in charge, he looked to Cynthia for guidance on how to test the power. She was never at any risk, from him. No, the scariest part had been everyone else who could potentially ask her to do something. Grey had had to step in a few times to pull her away from such people.

The risk though, had been worth it. She'd learned that the obedience was powerful enough to override the effects of the game. She'd had Grey order her to only look men in the eye and she'd been able to resist staring at their crotches the entire time she wore the necklace. She'd also learned the effects ended immediately when it was removed, so she couldn't use it to train people to act how she wanted them too. The biggest boon though, was that now she was sure he trusted her now. If not for the potential for his spies revealing her actions she'd even feel confident playing inventions on him and lying about it. She wouldn't though, at least not now. Not as long as he was useful to her. With only 4 people in the game, taking out one source of misfortune was a good step forward and she knew he would never think of betraying her.

Cynthia opened the app and noted that she'd earned 2 coins from her spies, and two pieces of information.

Your spy has produced results. Purple used the genetic manipulator on Grey.
Your spy has produced results. Red used the boobie-trap on herself.

The second bit was useless. She didn't know the effects of the boobie trap so it wouldn't help her identify the player. But the first one...Grey would want to know that. Not that she planned on telling him, not yet anyway. It was interesting nonetheless.

The dismissed the notification and looked at the new cards research had provided. Her brain bulge let her discard a card and add new one every time she research so she got rid of meat sticks and picked 3 new ones.

Sentient AI Cost: 10 VP: 3 Effect Self [Gain 1 card per card in hand] Effect Other [Hidden]

De-Aging Ray Cost: 11 VP: 4 Effect Self [Lose 1 spy] Effect Other [Lose 1 spy] Effect Special [Hidden]

Lie Detector Cost: 19 VP: 7 Effect Self [Gain 2 Coins] Effect Other [Gain 2 coins/hidden]

She raised an eyebrow at de-aging ray, that could be interesting. And none of these seemed overly sexual. Maybe these would be alright to play. She put her phone away and then decided to go to bed early. It had been a very long day.

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Kai earned 1 coin from her spies and 1 useless piece of information. One player is in 1st year Arts, undeclared. So just one of like...1000 people. Really narrows it down. Kai sighed. She was lying in bed, feeling horrible. The withdrawal symptoms were getting worse, even though she'd avoided taking more protein powder. She really hoped she'd feel better in the morning, she had practice after all.

Kai clicked on her phone and looked at her new inventions.

Brain Swapper Cost: 9 VP : 4 Effect Self [Gain 1 card per invention/Lose 1card per invention] Effect Special [Hidden]

Growth Ray Cost: 9 VP: 4 Effect Self [Gain 2 cards] Effect Others [Lose 2 cards] Effect Special [Hidden]

Brain swapper? That couldn't...could do what she thought it did...could it?

She licked her lips and felt a throb in her head. She couldn't even look at the screen anymore. She tossed her phone somewhere and pulled the covers tight over her body.

---

Regan looked at her coin total. Even this turn working wouldn't be worth much. How could she get more money? She realized she probably should have invested in spies earlier. She could have been raking it in. Oh well. Next turn maybe. For now she had to do this task. For someone else it might've been difficult, but for Regan, given her roommate, it would be easy.

"Hey Ash?" She asked.

"Yeah, what's up?" Ashley put down her phone and looked over at her.

"I watched a really scary movie earlier today and well...it's a little embarrassing but I'm kinda scared. Do you think I could share your bed tonight?"

Ashley's eyes went wide, "No way? You? Scared? Oh my gosh, what movie was it?"

"It was called Hereditary. Good. Just scary." Regan said, trying to act like she was really afraid.

"Oh my gosh! Like, oh course! You just...um...well.." Ashley blushed, "My boobs are still..."

Regan waved it off, "Doesn't bother me at all. Thanks."

4 coins and she got to cuddle with Ashley and her milky tits all night? She had to fight to stop herself from grinning.