Down and Out with Paris and Marion Testing

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<img src="images/1.jpg" style="width: 100%"> As you watched the crowd ebb and flow, the bumps and stumbles, the fleeting shared glances and uncomfortable stares, you wondered how different life might be. Who could you have met, or avoided, thanks to one more trip, glance or word. What would you be like if you had said yes to more opportunity? What of things that were outside of your comfort zone. You were resolved to take more risk and go along with the flow of other people for a change, instead of limiting yourself. That was the idea was it not? Move away from the stagnation and loss, try out a new city, lifestyle, job and people? It was feeling more and more difficult as a concept when it was 4:40pm and you didn't know if you'd have a [[bed to sleep in|Waitress 1.]].

You felt the presence of the waitress hovering around you for the past 20 minutes or so. You look down at your bitter coffee. It was half empty, but was too cold to drink now. You suppose the waitress wants to move you on for another customer, not that anyone else is in the café. Perhaps she fears a gloomy disposition displayed at the window will deter others. The waitress finally approaches you, her breasts graze your forearm as she leans over the table slightly. You enjoy the slight sensation, but quickly dismiss it, she probably thinks it's a way to get a tip. <<timed 2s t8n>> You look up <<next 2s>> [img[images/cherylTitsShoulder.jpg][waitress2]] <</timed>>

'I'm up here hun.' She heads back to the counter to get you another drink. You're sure she's swaying her hips to [[play with you.|flirtycounter.]]

@@.woman;'Oh darling, flattery will get you everywhere.'@@ She grabs a chair and sits down, her breasts come within a few centimetres of your face while doing so, you can't help looking and filling your boxers out, months free of sexual intimacy will make any man more sensitive afterall. You see Cheryl smiling at you, obviously aware that you were eyeing her up. @@.woman;'So, new boy, what name matches your face?'@@ @@.mc;'I'm <<textbox "$name" "">>'@@ @@.woman;'Aw, nice name, it suits you I think. Maybe I'd change one or two things, but well...I suppose I need to learn that guys won't change no matter how much I try.'@@ A sullen look comes over her, but she quickly shifts back to a cheery appearance. @@.woman;'What brings you round these parts anyway?! Exciting new job? Girlfriend?'@@ @@.mc;'N-...well I suppose you could say it's because of my girlfriend in a way, to get far enough away from my ex. No job either, hopefully I'll find something asap. I'm looking for a fresh break I suppose, to change my path in life and maybe myself, some of us blokes are capable of some transformation I hope.'@@ @@.woman;'Maybe I can make you a project of mine!'@@ [[Well, maybe if we get to know each other better first]] [[Ha, really though, what could you possibly want to change all ready?]]

@@.woman;'So, I've told you my name. What's yours?'@@ @@.mc;'It's <<textbox "$name" "">>'@@ @@.woman;'Oh //really//? I never would have guessed that. What brings you to this town?'@@ [[No great reason, fancied a change you know]] ==I needed to escape my past, a total change==

@@.woman;'I'll hold you to that $name! Just wait until I get my hands on you it'll be a fabulous makeover I promise.'@@ The conversation shifts away from your transformation and towards the more mundane quotidien details of Cheryl's and the town's general life. Cheryl certainly seems to know the hotspots of activity and who to see to get certain things done. After what must have been over an hour of chit-chat the realisation that you still don't have a place to sleep tonight hits you, and with estate agents closed it'll have to be some cheap hotel or hostel, but without knowing the area you worry about being fleeced. Cheryl notices a change in your disposition and asks @@.woman;'what's the matter $name?'@@ [[I still don't have a place to sleep tonight, I don't know what to do]]

@@.woman;'Welll I mean $name is quite a manly name y'know. So a bit of gym action wouldn't be a terrible idea, my ex Brad was //so// manly with all his muscles...'@@ You notice her looking at your upper arms and you give them a check too. Admittedly there isn't too much in the way of muscle mass attached there. @@.mc;'But lean can be manly too, I'm trim and ready to go.'@@ @@.woman;'And so are most girls shug. Your face would suit slightly longer hair and maybe an ear-piercing, make you look a bit more daring. Oh you've got me started now I'm imagining a total makeover, some nicer clothes are a must.'@@ @@.mc;'Alright alright I get the picture, I could be spruced up a bit but I'm not all bad.'@@ @@.woman;'Well no you do have a certain cute charm to you, and some girls do go for the slender guys, though what the girls round here do to the slender guys...you could hit the gym too'.@@ You make a note to add going to the gym to the list of changes, but doubt you'll ever stick to a routine of it. Much too much like hard work for you. [[I am who I am, I doubt it's really going to change]]

@@.woman;'Well...I'd be willing to put you up for the night if you'd like. You don't seem too crazy.'@@ @@.mc;'Oh you're a lifesaver Cheryl, that would be amazing, can I do anything to repay you?'@@ @@.woman;'Well, you could cook me something nice when we get back to mine.'@@ @@.mc;'Can't I do something else, buy you a drink sometime? Maybe some DIY?'@@ @@.woman;'NO! It'll be SUCH a refreshing change to have a guy cook for me, my last boyfriend was such a typical brutish male you know, he seeemed to think by even stepping into the kitchen that a guy might as well have got a boob job and be prancing around in lingerie...'@@.woman; @@.mc;'Uh Chery-'@@ @@.woman;'I mean GOD, I try to ask him to help clean ONE time and you'd think I'd asked him to start shaving his legs'@@ [['Cheryl can we just go to yours now?'|cutiehand]] [[Haha, well I suppose I could do a spot of cleaning, depending how hard you ride me in the kitchen, go gentle on a first timer]]

@@.woman;'Oh babe I'll ride you as hard as damn please, it's my place and I'm giving you free shelter.'@@ @@.mc;'Well alright I really do owe you big time'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't worry really, it'll be fun showing you how to cook and you're only getting a slightly lumpy couch to snooze on. Just remember I'm in charge in the kitchen, I can joke about teaching you but after Brad I need to be more assertive around men. I got used to bending over backwards for that man and doing whatever he wanted - too often literally...But I can tell you're nothing like that. Alpha males are overrated anyway.'@@ You want to protest at the last comment, but feel it wouldn't be right to quibble after Cheryl has been open. Cheryl closes the café and you [[head off to her place|cutiehand]]

@@.woman;'How very daring of you! I can't imagine just upping sticks and moving away from my job, friends, family and so on. Not that change is bad!'@@ She purses her lips. @@.woman;'I'm always changing lipstick and stuff. I've got some new on today! You've seen it even before my friends you lucky devil. Do you like it?'@@ You linger over her nice, plump lips...She gives them a tantalising lick. [img[images/cherylLipCafe.gif]] @@.mc;'Yes...it's very nice.'@@ @@.woman;'It's rather //delicious//. Change can be good for all of us.'@@ [[You retort that changing lipstick is hardly anything compared to moving halfway across the country]] [[You compliment her lipstick, you joke that you're of course honored to have seen it before her friends.]]

Deadlink from chatcoff1 'Well...that sounds drastic $name, I hope you know what you're doing. Can I ask what you were escaping?' 'Oh I have no idea what I'm doing, but I'm sure I need to do it. I suppose I'm escaping my ex mainly, but the repetitive job and general malaise are there as well...I just felt something was missing...I really don't know what but I feel like I'd try almost any change now no matter how new or bizarre' You're sure you see a brief glint in Cheryl's eye as you finish your sentence, you do wonder why such an attractive woman is taking so much interest over you.... Cheryl gently rubs your forearm and smiles sympathetically. 'I'm sure it'll always work out for the best. At the very least you've met me! And on your first day here no less' You smile back, you certainly think knowing Cheryl could lead to some interesting paths. 'How about we go back to mine? I've got some cheap vodka that needs finishing' [[You really can't think of a reason not to go|Cheryl'svod]]

@@.woman;'Well //obviously// but i'm just like, trying to cheer you up. Anyway if it's so easy why don't you try some on for size.' @@ You can't help but look a mixture of perplexed and surprised. Cheryl giggles and slaps your back playfully. @@.woman;'I'm not being serious you know! Though I //wish// I had lips like yours. Those are lovely little plump things. A girl with those...well we all know what guys are thinking don't we?'@@ @@.mc;'Please, that's enough about my lips and...whatever you're implying.'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't be such a prude $name! And I wasn't saying //you// should do that! Leave it to us girls, well, unless you really want to!'@@ Cheryl laughs. @@.woman;'Oh now there's an image...'@@ she tails off. @@.mc;'No! That's really not, I didn't mean!'@@ @@.woman;'Are you sure? It seems that's where your mind wanted to go.'@@ She gives her lips a little lick while looking at you. @@.mc;'Honestly no, I just thought you were saying'@@ you search around in your mind, desperate to try to shift the conversation. @@.mc;'Can we just forget //that//.'@@ @@.woman;'Well, if you really want to I suppose I can slide...There's nothing wrong with the idea though is there? I mean I hear guys in College experiment all the time. Though I couldn't imagine any guy around here doing that.'@@ She gives you a worryingly intense look. As though she's trying to picture you... @@.woman;'Anyway $name, it's just a bit of fun. Well, A ''lot'' of fun if you know what I mean. Live a little, we're only talking here. There are ''loads'' of things I talk about and think about but wouldn't //actually// do.'@@ [[Please just stop Cheryl]] [[Ok Ok, I'll try to loosen up a little, just not...][$lips to $lips + 1]]

@@.woman;'Now I just need to put them to good use! My ex would've known exacntly what to do. Not that my lipstick would last for long the way he was...'@@ She lets out a longing sigh but adds @@.woman;'I think that's why I fancied talking to you, you're such a change of pace compared to Brad...it's nice to be around a guy who isn't so intimidating and testosterone filled.'@@ You struggle to think up a reply, you can't help but feel disappointed with the way Cheryl seems to view you. @@.woman;'I was just //so// submissive around him. I mean, like, it was as though he had me on a leash at times and you know, there's a time and a place for that. But just for a chat it's way better to be on even terms with a guy, like, even having my hands next to his would make me feel TINY. Yours aren't much bigger than mine, they're nice and slender you know, pretty and dainty things. Not like the gargantuan, thick slabs he had...and then his arms ''OH GOD'' his arms I couldn't get two hands around his bicep...'@@ She grabs your upper arm. @@.woman;'See I can almost get one around yours, you're so lean you have //got// to tell me how to keep the weight off.'@@ You wonder what she means, aside from her breasts you can't see an ounce of fat on her frame, she can't be much over 100lbs. @@.woman;'I'd loooove to be able to cut down on the gym time. I mean it's probably good for me and I'm certainly stronger than I would have been, but, I mean look my biceps are as big as yours. I'm just not sure how to feel about that. Should I be proud or worried?'@@ You try to cut in and say she looks fantastic but you're fighting a losing battle at the moment. @@.woman;'Oh you know what!? Arm wrestle me!'@@ You give a tentative look, worried she might actually win, but if you can beat her you might get some respect back. @@.woman;'Go on $name! I'm sure you'll win, you //are// a guy afterall and I'm just a dainty little girl. It's just Brad would overpower me so easily...at least I'd feel a little less fragile with you.'@@ [[You give in, it'll be fine]]

@@.woman;'Alright if you really don't like a bit of teasing I'll stop, I know I can be a bit much at times. Say, what are you going to do about sleeping tonight since you haven't got anything lined up'@@ You respond you really don't know still. Cheryl says she'd be willing to take you in for the night. [[You accept and head to hers|cutiehand]]

@@.woman;'Oooh just not what? I could see you on your knees i-'@@ @@.mc;'''Stop''. This is just getting weird now. I can take a joke about some lipstick, just not...'@@ Cheryl smirks, @@.woman;'I'm sorry, that was a little cruel.'@@ She doesn't seem or sounds particularly sorry, she seems to be enjoying the predicament. @@.woman;'You're just too cute when you get flustered...'@@ You can feel your cheeks reddening and become aware that your penis is hard as a rock. You can't work out why you've reacted this way, but at least it's still working...the final months with your ex made you question whether something was wrong down there. @@.woman;'I don't mean to bang on but...your lips...I mean they would look lovely in some lippy you know'@@ She gives you a seductive look. You stiffen further and feel your cheeks must be a deep crimson. In this state it's hard to resist the advances of a woman like Cheryl. @@.woman;'Forget all the other stuff $name.'@@ She leans towards you. @@.woman;'Forget it if you //want//. Would there be anything wrong with experimenting with just a dash of lipstick, for //me//?'@@ [[You let out a sigh and tell her as long as it'll stop her from banging on. Though you're fairly sure it won't and wonder if you actually want her to stop...][$lipstick to true, $lipstickOn to true]]

Almost instantly Cheryl is applying the lipstick, with a calm and steady hand. [img[Applying lipstick|images/lipcafe.gif][She managed to find]]

@@.woman;'Not that way $name! I can't let you go into the men's like that, no no we //have// to go to the little girls' room to see your lipstick. It's the right way to do things'@@ Cheryl teases and grabs your hand, pulling you into the women's bathroom. Thankfully no-one is around to see this bizarre scene. @@.woman;'Tadah! See don't they look lovely.'@@ You do have to admit, they wouldn't look half bad on any woman, you catch yourself pouting. Cheryl doesn't seem to have noticed, or at least she didn't say anything about it. Why were you pouting? What has gotten into you? @@.woman;'Oh if only I had my make-up bag with me, some foundation would emphasise them even more...Oh the things I could do to you. Why haven't I tried this on a guy before?!'@@ You ask if she's had enough fun now and she says she supposes so, but wonders if one can ever have too much fun. [[You both head back out of the bathroom][$lipDream to true]]

@@.woman;'It's getting kinda late now, how about we head back to mine?'@@ While it might not be quite what you expected, you're getting invited back to a woman's place after going into a bathroom with her. Before today you were beginning to lose hope anything like this could ever happen to you. [[Yeah that'd be nice. But uh, can you wipe the lipstick off me first?]] [[Yeah that'd be great!|Cheryl'slip][$sissy to $sissy + 1]]

@@.woman;'Oh come on live a little! It looks so good on you too, please keep it on, for me'.@@ Cheryl gives her best puppy dog eyes and puts her hand on your chest. [[It's difficult to resist her, you agree to keep it on and head to her place|Cheryl'slip]] [[No, I put it on for you, but no way in hell am I letting someone else see][$lipstickOn to false]]

@@.woman;'OK! Just let me tidy up the café a little and lock up.'@@ You wait a little bit, cleaning up some stuff but mainly keeping out of the way, prefering to watch her ass as she leans over the tables to clean them up. @@.woman;'All done! Alright let's go!'@@ Cheryl begins to ask about where you used to live and more reasons as to why you actually decided to move. But as she seems to be getting to the end of the question you hear a shout. @@.man;'''CHERYL!'''@@ You turn around to see a man waving towards you. @@.woman;'Oh hey Brad!'@@ Cheryl replies. The man jogs towards both of you. @@.man;'How are you? It's been too long!'@@ @@.woman;'I'm great, it totally has been hasn't it?! I've missed you!'@@ They both look towards each other, it seems as though they have both forgotten your presence. Cheryl finally recalls that you exist. @@.woman;'Oh! Sorry $name, I should introduce you! Brad, this is $name. $name, this is Brad.'@@ He extends a large hand. [[You share a handshake, trying your best to not come out with a broken finger.]]

@@.woman;'Ok ok'@ she takes a tissue out of her purse and wipes it off. 'Such a waste' she sighs. [[You head to Cheryl's place|cutiehand][$lipstick to false]]

You really can't lose to a girl, no matter how much she goes to the gym. She's hardly a female bodybuilder now is she. You lock hands and countdown. You start with a moderate effort, but soon realise she is much stronger than she looks. She get the upper hand, you give it your all and get it back even, but your arm is tiring. @@.woman;'Come on $name! Don't just let me win'@@ @@.mc;'I'm trying'@@ you reply through clenched teeth, straining as hard as you can. @@.mc;'You're deceptively strong...'@@ You lose ground again, you continue to try but it's no use. You hand gradually reaches the table. It's over, you lose. @@.woman;'HAHAHA! OH MY GOD I WON!'@@ she gives you a hug and a peck on the cheek, maybe losing wasn't so terrible. @@.woman;'I guess those hours in the gym do pay off! To think how weak Brad made me feel, but here I am beating a guy at arm wrestling! WOOO!.'@@ She excitedly throws her arms into the air, waving them about. Her breasts jiggle around in her top. She begins to calm down and realises maybe she shouldn't gloat too much. @@.woman;'Don't worry $name, as I said it's nice to meet a guy I'm not intimidated by. I just hope you're not too intimidated by me!'@@ She giggles, taps your back and starts you feel your shoulder. @@.woman;'Maybe you need to come to the gym with me though, fill you out a little. Unless you like being@@ <a class="popup woman"><ins>beaten by women.</ins><img src="images/beatenByWomen.gif"/></a> [[You mumble something about not liking the gym][$cherylStronger to true]]

<<audio heels play>> Click, clack, click, clack. Your eyes travel down her smooth, slender legs on to her stiletto heels. You wonder how a waitress can manage all day on those. Your ex wouldn't even put something like that on for you in the bedroo- 'Ahem, here's your coffee' 'Thank you, sorry I don't know your name...?' 'It's Cheryl. Are you new around here?' 'Yeah I just moved here. Most waitresses tend to ignore me so thanks for the hospitality.' 'Aww you're sweet. Thank //you// for giving these babies some attention'. She lifts her foot onto the chair, displaying her shoe (and plenty of leg too). 'Most men are only concerned with what 4inch heels do to the rest of me, and while it's nice to be appreciated, it makes a change to have a guy taken by the actual sartorial choice...Say, what ''do'' you like about them? I've never talked to a guy about heels before.' [['Uhh I don't know, I was wondering how you coped all day in them. I guess I like the sound? Many an attractive woman is associated with that noise...'][$crossdress to $crossdress + 1]] [[Oh, well...I- uh...][$confidence to $confidence - 1]]

'Oh an association, right? I don't suppose you have a Pavlovian response to this do you...?' She slowly walks around the table. Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Her hand brushes the back of your neck as she passes you. The touch of any gorgeous woman was bound to set you off, you'd had so little contact in such a long time. But one in sexy heels really was too much for you. She sits down next to you. 'Well, I do hope you enjoyed that...I think I should at least know your name though...' 'O-oh right! of course!' you sheepishly respond. 'it's <<textbox "$name" "">>, s-sorry I should have said earlier' 'Oh don't be sorry, I love a bit of mystery and suspense. Plus, some of my best nights have been with guys whose faces I haven't even seen!' You can't believe how brazen Cheryl is, you can't tell whether you're appalled or enthralled. Well, we all know there's only one way to find out... [[Shocked you stammer your way out of the situation, you're not ready for a woman like this just yet and you'd rather not stain one of your two pairs of underwear|out][$confidence to $confidence - 1]] [[You can't miss an opportunity like this after so long.][$confidence to $confidence + 1]]

'Come on out with it, let me know how a guy thinks!' 'They're just nice to look at I...' you struggle to come up with a reason, you know they excite you. 'I can't explain, s-sorry.' 'Oh don't play hard to get, did looking at them make you feel...//good//?' [['Yeah, something like that' you reply, breaking eye contact out of embarrassment]]

'I will admit they are painful at times. But a bit of pain can be fun, in the right //situation//. Plus, moments like these make it wortwhile and the men who appreciate the rest of me too of course!' 'Well sure I mean I do too' 'Oh $name, I know you had a peek. But you were transfixed all the time I was walking back. Then you bring up the sound, which I can understand. They do make a good noise on this thick, dark, brown wood. But you're mainly wondering about the pain I'm in? Are you interested in pain, $name? [[You protest. You're just an empathetic person and wondered why she chose impractical shoes for the daily grind, honestly.]] [[You begin to blush, you're in no way prepared for a question like this][$submissive to $submissive + 1]]

'I'm a waitress! I live off tips, and men love to tip a gal in heels. You're going to have to come up with a better excuse that that!' 'W-well sure but. I mean look at those things. They're more...bedroom attire' 'Oh puh-lease, these aren't a patch on my bedroom heels! No, bedroom heels aren't made for standing.' Cheryl giggles softly, 'half the point is to make sure I'm horizontal as quick as possible.' 'They must be amazing!' you blurt out, regretting your excitement almost instantly. 'Oh they are. They ''really'' are. I see you're //empathetic// about those too, huh? Just what is it about me horizontal in insane heels that has you so concerned?' [['No...I didn't mean, I just. I don't know I just like a woman in heels I guess, it excites me][$crossdress to $crossdress + 1]]

'I still don't want to be spanked by a man.' 'OK I believe you, maybe...not even a little bit though?' She sees you narrow your eyes. 'Fine I won't tell james about you.' She gets up and takes your empty cups back to the counter. 'Say, $name...it's getting kinda late, fancy coming back to mine?' [[This woman has you down almost perfectly, how can you resist such an offer?]] [[This woman has you down almost perfectly, you want to run a mile. You excuse yourself|outlate]]

'Oh fantastic' she responds. 'Let me get my coat and keys to lock up, you can go outside. I won't be long.' You check your mobile as you wait outside the café, no text, no calls. No surprise. You check the surroundings, there seem to be a fair few bars about. Not that they look like particularly esteemed establishments. ''//Thwack//'' You feel a shot of pain on your right ass cheek. You spin around in shock to see Cheryl laughing. 'Hey that was uncalled for!' 'Oh don't say you didn't enjoy it, I thought you deserved it as a treat after making you squirm so much.' You can't deny you quite liked it, it was an oddly satisfying feeling, the first time a woman had done anything like that to you... Cheryl could tell you weren't going to deny it. She asks coyly: 'Do I get a thank you?' 'A thank you for smacking me?' 'Yes, for giving you something you wanted. Or would you rather I hadn't hmmm?' 'Well no but-' 'Well then say thank you Cheryl' she cuts in with a sharp tone. 'Thank you Cheryl.' 'I think I'm going to like knowing you $name. Now [[let's go!|Cherylspank]]

'There's a good boy. Have a feel, see how hard but supple it is? Really it's a lovely shoe.' You give the heel a bit of a squeeze and feel the leather. It feels far nicer than you expected, and rather expensive... 'I can't believe I got them at 60% off, though even then they cost more than my rent! Do you like how they feel?' You agree they are very nice, surprisingly so. 'So you enjoy walking around in them?' 'Yes see you're finally getting it. You wouldn't believe how fun it is to strut in them. Men will never understand the pleasure of heels, and you're all stuck plodding around in such boring shoes...' She looks down at your basic nike sneakers. She lifts your foot up on to the table. 'I mean look at the difference, yours are soooo dull, imagine how much bigger you'd look with an extra 4 inches.' You really can't work out how knowing Cheryl is with some of her comments, but before you can really think she starts to untie your laces. 'Umm Cheryl, what are you doing?' 'Well you wanted to know what it's like wearing heels! Here's your chance' [[No, you're all for new experiences, but wearing heels is not one of them]] [[You don't see why not, you can't deny a certain curiosity]]

Cheryl slips your sneaker off and tries to put the shoe on your foot. 'A perfect fit! See it's like destiny. I think my ex Brad wouldn't have been able to fit half his foot in, but you! Your feet are cuuute.' Cheryl quickly gets her other heel on you too. 'Come on $name try standing in them!' You stand up, struggling to maintain balance. Cheryl giggles. 'Come on it's not that difficult! Ooh you look so tall now, see, you're a stunner in heels!' 'Oh stop messing with me, why on earth did I put these on' 'Because you wanted to! I didn't force you now did I. Just take the compliment babe. It's a shame you're in those 501s, I would love to see those pins! How do your calves feel?' 'It's not the most unpleasant feeling I suppose' 'See, I knew you'd like them. But you still don't know what it's really like to wear them.' [['What do you mean?']]

'Well, as Jessica Simpson says...these boots are made for walking. So are those heels, duh! And not just some lumbering man walk either, all us ladies have strut our stuff many a time. //Then// you'll know what it really feels like.' 'Strut my stuff?! I'm not a catwalk model' 'Not with that attitude you're not! Go on, you want to know what heels are like, I'm just helping you!' You take a few steps forward, barely managing to maintain your balance. Cheryl claps. 'That's the spirit! Go on a few more!' You steady yourself, the next few aren't so bad, you feel as though you're getting the hang of it. In a firm, but playful voice Cheryl tells you to strut. You oblige. Click. Clack. You travel across the café, carefully placing one foot in front of the other. 'Wiggle those hips babe! [[Look at that ass go!']]

That comment brough back memories that you'd forgotten you'd repressed. The relentless teasing in the showers from the other boys at school, constantly saying you had the ass of a girl, always the main target for their towels. 'See I told you heels make an ass look great! Yours might be even better than some girls I know! I think I'm a little bit jealous' You turn around and force a smile. Click. Clack. You can't believe you're the one making that noise. You feel a confused sense of pleasure. 'You're a natural $name! I'll have you ready for a runway in no time at all!' [[You sit back down and take one heel off]]

'Aww what?? Taking them off already?! But that was so much fun!' 'I did what you said, I understand how it feels now!' 'Oh for all of about 2 minutes, that doesn't count' 'Yes it does! My feet certainly think it does, I don't think they could take any more.' 'Oh don't be such a sissy, it doesn't count.' 'I walked in them, how doesn't that count?!' 'Because I say so ya big sissy. Tell ya what, it's getting late. It counts if you walk back to my place with them on. It's only a few minutes, you'll be my new favorite person if you do!' 'But what if somebody sees me!' 'It's too dark for anyone to notice. It's not like they're neon pink anyway, it'll be discrete. Anyway you're new around here, nobody will recognise you so what's the harm?' She places a hand on your knee and looks hopefully at you. [[You really don't think you'll be able to manage any sort of distance in heels]] [[You feel nervous about it, but you can't bring yourself to say no to this woman]]

Cheryl pouts but doesn't press you further. You get your sneakers back at last. 'Well, shall we go back to mine anyway?' Cheryl asks [[You can't say no to her again|Cheryl'sheelsno]]

'The fun continues!' Cheryl grabs your shoes before you have a chance to change your mind. 'I guess these are pretty comfortable, such a shame they just look so...ugh. No sex appeal whatsoever.' [[You leave the café with Cheryl|Cheryl'sheel12]]

@@.woman;'Oh don't be like that! You moved to an entirely new place on a whim! I'm sure you could change almost anything you want to, hopefully what ''I'' want to too!'@@ @@.mc;'Well alright alright, I will maintain an open mind.'@@ @@.woman;'That's more like it $name! I'll transform you into a knockout in next to no time if you let me'@@ she beams. You are enjoying Cheryl's company, but feel slightly unnerved and perplexed as to why she's taken such an interest. @@.woman;'Say, it's getting late. How about we go back to mine?'@@ You say you would love to, but you need to spend the evening finding a place to sleep. @@.woman;'Ohhh right the whole moving thing. You should totally sleep at mine, I have a free couch.'@@ You doubt you're going to get a better offer than this, you say you can't thank her enough. [[You both head back to hers|cutiehand]]

'And I like //being// a woman in heels. Especially the bedroom ones' she winks at you. 'Well continue being that woman by all means! I guess it's just a shock to talk to a woman like you after being so used to my ex...God I would've killed for her to even wear the heels you have on now in the bedroom...' 'Well I doubt it'll be hard to find a girl who likes heels in the bedroom round here, I know me and my girlfriends love that sort of stuff! You could come hang with us some time if you're feeling shy about that stuff you know, I'm sure they'd all love a guy they could talk to about heels!' 'Well, I mean I don't know if I really wa-' 'Most of our boyfriends barely even notice them in the bedroom, they're all one track mind types you know. It's refreshing to have a guy who //understands// the more ''feminine'' side of things.' 'Well I //really// wouldn't go tha' 'And if you ever feel any more bursts of empathy I'm sure we could lend you a pair or two for you to take for a //ride// if you want.' You blush, you're not sure if she's implying what you think she is...You wouldn't want that would you? You don't think so but...have a strange sensation at the idea... [[Cheryl's phone rings]]

'Heyyy Amanda, how's it going?' -Oh I'm fine, I'm at the café with a guy I've just met, he's new around here. - Haha oh I wish, no it's nothing like that, he's different. - No, no honestly nothing like that. - Well, it's hard to describe, he's not quite like the guys around here, you should totally meet him it'd be a lot of fun. - Oh you are? - YES! Well, I'll have to ask him but... Cheryl asks if you'd like to go with her to visit her friend Amanda [[You say yes. If Cheryl seems so keen it can't be a bad thing]]

'Don't look away from me, it's rude to not share eye contact when you're talking to someone you know' You glance at her again, but can't manage to maintain it. She seems to be enjoying your squirming too much. 'Or would you rather look at my heels?' [[You try to resist the temptation, but can't help yourself|heelcafe]] [[You're dying to and jump at the chance|heelcafe][$crossdress to $crossdress + 1, $submissive to $submissive + 1]]

'Oooh you //really//, ''//really//'' like them don't you.' She lifts her leg up and places her foot in front of you. 'Come on will you tell me just how they make you feel? Or is it too ''hard'' to explain? Hmmm?' Your dick twitches, straining against your trousers. 'I, I can't help it. I can't explain, they just do something to me...' 'I'm glad I can be of //some// service to you. I hope I get a ''huge'' tip from you.' You reach for your wallet. You pull out $10 and give it to her, all while continuing to look at her heels. 'Hahaha, well thank you. That certainly is one sort of tip. But honey, I think we might have different definitions of //huge//. Some guys would pay a lot of money for this sort of a show you know, I still think you owe me...something.' A pang of anxiety strikes you from they way she lingers over the word...huge. Huge is not a word that you would really ascribe to any part of you. Something girls have been all too willing to point out at times. You do think Cheryl has given you a lot of excitement for very little. It's been a long time since you felt anything like this. [['W-well, what can I do?'][$Cheryl to $Cheryl + 1]]

'''Well''. Since I've provided such a //pleasant//...service. How about you return the favour?' 'OK, but how?' 'Tell you what. Since I'm on my feet all day looking after and serving people. How about you come back to mine and //serve// me instead? I can't remember the last time anyone waited on me. Let alone a guy. The role-reversal would be fantastic!' You think this sounds fair enough, but just what exactly does she mean by serve? Being a waiter of sorts for an evening? Or something else? 'What do yo-' 'And of course, there are plenty of heels for you to feast your eyes on. At least come back to mine for a little bit, I'm //sure// you won't be able to resist once we're back.' [[Truth be told you can barely contemplate resisting even now, a mixture of desperation and something you can't put your finger on make you agree][$submissive to $submissive + 1]] [[No, you can't. You've already given this waitress a nice tip. You have to get going, you need a place to sleep and something about Cheryl worries you.|outlate][$submissive to $submissive - 1]]

'Wonderful! This is going to be great for both of us, just trust me!' She gets up and clears away your cups. [['Come on then, let's head back to my place, let's see what you can do for me.'|Cheryl'sserve]]

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@@.man;'It just ain't right' Brad repeats. 'I'd never let you do that.'@@ @@.woman;'Don't worry Brad I wouldn't do it to you.'@@ @@.man;'Well that's ok, as long as I'm in charge. It's nice to see you Cheryl, really it is. We should catch up properly sometime. Alone.'@@ @@.woman;'We really should! I'll look forward to it'@@ Brad leans in for a hug and Cheryl eagerly accepts. His hand moves down and cups one of her butt cheeks. You're sure you hear Cheryl let out a small moan, and their embrace seems to last for minutes. @@.man;'Alright Cheryl, I'll hit you up soon!'@@ @@.woman;'Bye Brad!'@@ You say goodbye to Brad too, but he doesn't seem to acknowledge you. [['Is Brad an old friend of yours?']]

@@.woman;'Well,'@@ Cheryl pauses @@.woman;'yes, I suppose so. We dated for a while.'@@ @@.mc;'And you still like each other?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh yes, ohhh yes. Well I mean we kind of have to, everyone knows everyone around here, I haven't seen Brad in a while but it's not worth staying mad at each other or whatever. And really I mean, how could I //not// like a man like that, it's just a shame our relationship didn't work out. Doesn't mean we can't ever do it, I mean do stuff together.'@@ @@.mc;'I guess that makes sense. It's probably better than hating each other for the rest of time anyway, I can't imagine being so friendly with my ex though'@@ @@.woman;'Aww that's sad. By the way I am ''so'' sorry about the lipstick. I totally should have wiped it off.'@@ @@.mc;'Yeah, Brad was kind of a dick about it.'@@ Cheryl seems to smile to herself about Brad being a dick. @@.mc;'He didn't have to point it out. It was kind of demeaning, especially with a guy like //that//.'@@ @@.woman;'A guy like //what//?'@@ Chery enquires. @@.mc;'Oh you know, he was kind of intimidating...'@@ @@.woman;'Awwww'@@ Cheryl rubs your shoulder. @@.woman;'You shouldn't compare yourself to him, not every guy can be that, it doesn't make you less of a man! Anyway, your lips look totally hot still!'@@ @@.mc;'Is that supposed to make me feel better?'@@ @@.woman;'Of course! Like, I bet Brad was like that just because you confused him! I bet he's never seen lips like that on a guy before. As I said earlier guys can't resist lips like those!'@@ @@.mc;'I don't want to have lips that men like!'@@ @@.woman;'Well hun, take that up with God not me. //I// think they look great, lipstick is a great look for you. That's that. Don't pay attention to other guys, just do what works for you.'@@ [[You get the feeling you're not going to change Cheryl's mind. Lipstick it is, for one evening anyway.]]

@@.mc;'It's still emasculating'@@ you mutter to yourself. However, you didn't keep your voice low enough. @@.woman;'''SO''?! So what if you look a little girly? You know what, it makes a damn change. As much fun as some of the guys in this town are, maybe a guy like you can be just as much fun in a different way. Maybe this town needs something different and maybe you're the guy for it.'@@ @@.mc;'That's...a little drastic don't you think? Let's not get carried away it was only some lipstick. By the sounds of it this town is used to normal guys and girls and not...this.'@@ @@.woman;'Yeah we are, I mean on the surface at least.'@@ Cheryl trails off. @@.woman;'You'll see, it'll all be fine. I think a lot of the girls round think a new sort of guy would be good...'@@ @@.mc;'They would, how?'@@ Cheryl ignores your question. @@.woman;'$name, what would you have said earlier if I actually had my makeup bag? Would you have let me doll you up?'@@ @@.mc;'Uh, I don't know about ''doll'' me up...'@@ @@.woman;'Don't think I didn't see you pouting at yourself in the mirror by the way! C'mon, you would have.'@@ [['Oh God you saw that...']]

She takes you to an apartment block, which looks as though it must have been built in the past couple of years. The lobby seems eerily quiet, but it's a relief that nobody is around to see you or talk to Cheryl again. @@.woman;'I'm staaarving'@@ Cheryl moans. @@.woman;'Do you want to eat something when we get in?'@@ @@.mc;'We could order a pizza or something.'@@ @@.woman;'Oh no no no that just won't do. No you're not allowed to eat a takeaway, that's way too unhealthy and bad for you if you want to stay in shape. You'll cut that crap right out.'@@ @@.mc;'Uhh I'll eat what I wan-'@@ @@.woman;'Not if we're eating together you won't! My place my rules, plus you'll thank me for it eventually.'@@ @@.mc;'Fine, no takeaway...but I really can't cook'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't worry then, I'll show you some moves in the kitchen. Could you clean up a bit for me while I'm changing though? I don't want it to take too long.'@@ [[Cheryl opens the door to her apartment]]

@@.woman;'Here we are! Please make yourself at home, you can tidy the kitchen if you want to, no pressure but I would //appreciate// it.'@@ Cheryl disappears into a room, which you assume is her bedroom. The apartment is moderately sized with a living room, kitchen, bedroom and bathroom. The view over the town is pleasant, but far from spectacular. Cheryl doesn't seem to be the tidiest person in the world, with various items of clothing strewn across the living room, you think you can spy a g-string poking out from underneath her couch, but think it would be rude to go and check. [[You decide to tidy the kitchen a little, you want to please Cheryl and be a good guest][$Cheryl to $Cheryl +1, $maid to $maid + 1, $submissive to $submissive + 1]] [[You feel shattered, you decide to lay on the couch and watch some tv]]

You clear away some dirty plates, clean some surfaces and have a brief crack at cleaning the stove. This certainly wasn't how you would have pictured the kitchen of the sexy waitress when you first saw her... You notice a strange container in the corner, a jar with instructions in a language you haven't seen before. It looks somewhat comparable to a cyrillic script but with some odd characters you've never seen before. You're caught into two minds, again whether to pry or not. But your curiosity of the language more than anything leads to you check it out. Your hear a door open in another room. Cheryl must have finished, you decide to leave the jar til later, maybe you'll ask her later. You hear footsteps approach, she must be close now, you get back to scrubbing the counter. @@.woman;'//Oooh//'@@ she crows with delight. @@.woman;'My perfect little maid! You're just missing the uniform...'@@ [[You turn around to protest but get caught tongue-tied as you catch sight of what she's wearing.]]

You stare blankly. A situation like this has become so alien to you that your brain seems to have forgotten how to function. However, some other parts of you body have retained muscle memory. @@.woman;'$name? Are you going to say something or just stare? I'm sorry I suggested a uniform, I'm just playing.'@@ @@.mc;'Uh yeah, yeah. Say, uh.'@@ You just about collect your senses. @@.mc;'Do you always wear ''that'' around your apartment?'@@ @@.woman;'What //this//? Yeah, it's comfortable, why? Don't you like it?'@@ <img src="images/cherylRobe.jpg" class="title-round-corner"> You ponder the tiny pink satin robe she's in, not even halfway down her thigh and showing substantial cleavage. <<if $lipstickOn is true>>Letting her put lipstick on you has certainly paid off.<</if>> @@.mc;'It's fine, just...won't you get a bit cold like that? It's not covering much of you'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't worry about me, the apartment's heated. I can put something else on to cover up more if you'd like? It's funny, I almost wore something way smaller.'@@ @@.mc;'Well as long as you won't be cold'@@ [[you say as you wonder what on earth the other option was.]]

She returns wearing a rather small and frilly white apron, which still leaves plenty of cleavage on display, but covers most of her robe. @@.woman;'Here you go! This should cover you alright.'@@ She hands you a rolled up red apron, which you slip on over your head. It's only after Cheryl ties it up from behind that you notice the two pink bows on the front, and then the cartoonishly busty woman in a sexy wedding dress?" [img[images/cherylApron.png]] @@.woman;'Lookin' good $name!'@@ @@.mc;'Don't you have a more...//plain// apron?'@@ @@.woman;'Nope, sorry. You can make do with that right, I mean it'll do its job won't it? I mean I //would// have given you this one, but it'll barely cover any of your clothes. I've always wanted a sexy chef to cook for me anyway!'@@ @@.mc;'Did you picture this chef with breasts in lingerie and bows?'@@ @@.woman;'Ha! More sixpack with a huge snake in his boxers, but this will do! Now $name, let me show you how to cook a simple stir fry. It'll be quick, fun and easy. Just do as I say and everything will be fine'@@ <<if $lipstickOn is true>>\ You relent. You're wearing lipstick, you might as well wear a novelty apron. <<elseif $cherylStronger is true>>\ You don't think arguing with her would end well for you. <</if>> [[Cheryl teaches you how to cook a stir fry]]

@@.woman;'Let's just watch some TV or listen to some music $name.'@@ Cheryl settles on some sort of local scripted reality show. @@.woman;'Oh I ''love'' this show. David is so //hot//.@@' [img[images/davidBeach.jpg]] [[As far as you can tell David is a handsome, rich and muscular jock type who seems to have at least 5 different love interests.]]

@@.woman;'Yep! Not trying to get into my bed are you?'@@ Cheryl winks at you. @@.woman;'Don't worry I know you're not like that!'@@ @@.mc;'Well I, OK the couch it is...'@@ @@.woman;'I don't mean to be funny but, could you have a shower before you sleep on it? I don't want it to have sweat getting on it...'@@ @@.mc;'Sure, I can do that.'@@ You suddenly realise you don't really have anything to wear to sleep in...and if Cheryl is getting you to take a shower, you doubt she'd want you in dirty boxers or nude. @@.mc;'I don't have anything to sleep in though, is that an issue?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh well, I mean you should wear //something//. I could probably fish out some sleep stuff guys have left here, would that be ok?'@@ You can't see why not. @@.woman;'Great, you can go have a shower and I'll see if I can get something for you.'@@ [[You head into the bathroom to shower]]

You strip off and get into the shower. You have a quick wash and shampoo your hair. It's only until you begin to get out that you notice a bottle in the corner of the shower, with the same alien script as you saw on the jar in the kitchen. Cheryl knock on the door. @@.woman;'Are you finished? I've found a t-shirt and pj bottoms you can wear!'@@ @@.mc;'Yeah I've just had a shower thanks'@@ The door begins to open, you panic as you're stark naked and reach for the nearest towel. It doesn't even wrap around your waist fully but at least your dignity is saved, sort of. Cheryl suppresses a giggle. @@.woman;'Sorry I thought you meant you were more...decent.' She begins to hand the clothes to you, but you don't dare let go of the towel. 'Well, I'll just leave them on the side. Don't worry $name, it's no big deal.'@@ She laughs and walks out. She didn't see anything did she? No you're sure she didn't. You dry yourself off and look in the mirror. <<if $lipstick is true>>You notice the lipstick is still on. [[You wipe the lipstick off|You keep it on][$lipstickOn to false, $sissy to $crossdress - 1]] [[You keep it on|lips bigger][$crossdress to $crossdress + 1, $lips to $lips + 1]] <<else>>\ [[Time to put on these clothes|You keep it on]] <</if>>\

You begin to put on the pj bottoms, but soon realise there is no way you'll fit into them. They're at least 5 sizes too big for you. The t-shirt is the same, almost draping to your knees. There's another knock on the door. @@.woman;'Are you alright in there $name? You seem to be taking a long time.'@@ @@.mc;'Err, I think there's a bit of a problem with the clothes you've given me?'@@ @@.woman;'What's the problem?'@@ @@.mc;'Well, they're a bit big'@@ @@.woman;'They don't have to fit you perfectly do they?'@@ @@.mc;'Well OK they're a LOT big.'@@ @@.woman;'Can I come in and have a look? You're not still in that itty bitty towel are you?'@@ Cheryl giggles. @@.mc;'It's fine, you can come in'@@ [[you sigh.]]

@@.woman;'Well if you're alright with it. Just let me get ready for bed and we can see if there's anything you'll be alright in.'@@ You head out of the bathroom in your comically oversized attire. You wait on the couch for Cheryl to finish, she exits the bathroom. @@.woman;'I'll just be one minute!'@@ She rushes out in a skimpy towel, though one far larger than what you grabbed for yourself earlier. A few moments later she calls you from her bedroom. @@.woman;'Come on $name, I think I might have something suitable!'@@ You enter her bedroom, struck by the bold red painted on every wall and the giant king size bed dominating the room. Your eyes turn to Cheryl, who is sitting on the bed with her legs crossed in a minimal purple babydoll, with a black thong visible underneath. @@.woman;'I didn't want to foist something you didn't want on you, so I picked out a selection for you!'@@ You see an array of garments, [[none of them strike you as particularly practical.]]

@@.mc;'No, you can't. The front is see-through.'@@ @@.woman;'Oh it really doesn't matter. Come on I want to see what it's like! This is entirely new to me! Who knew a guy could have an ass like that?! I want to see what else there is!'@@ You stay defiant, you will not let her see you. <<if $lipstickOn is true and $bradLipstick is true>>\ She grabs your arm. @@.woman;'Come on don't be silly.'@@ She looks at you in the mirror. @@.woman;'Oh you kept the lipstick on as well! This is perfect. Come on $name, show me, I can tell you want to deep down.'@@ <<elseif $bradLipstick is true>>She grabs your arm. @@.woman;'Come on don't be silly.'@@ She looks at you in the mirror. @@.woman;'You took the lipstick off?! But it would've looked so good with this! You really need to show me now, to make up for wiping off your lipstick. I'm not happy.'@@ <<else>>\ She grabs your arm. @@.woman;'Come on don't be silly.'@@ <</if>>\ You give in, you already know Cheryl isn't going to let you get away from this situation and it's not like you're in a position to escape. @@.mc;'Fine, you can see if you really want to.'@@ @@.woman;'Go on then, give me a twirl!'@@ You turn around, showing how it looks from the front. @@.woman;'Ohhh I see. You're enjoying wearing it //a lot// aren't you.'@@ She smiles and looks at your cock. @@.woman;'I was going to say it's a perfect fit, but I suppose you aren't quite suited to every aspect of it. I hope you don't stretch it.'@@ she smirks. @@.woman;'Well I think we've sorted what you're wearing tonight. Unless you want to show me what you look like in some of my other things?'@@ @@.mc;'No'@@, you reply meekly @@.mc;'I think I should try to go to sleep.'@@ @@.woman;'Night then. Be a good...boy? Don't make a mess of my bodysuit!'@@ @@.mc;'...Goodnight.'@@ Cheryl exits the bathroom while giggling to herself. [[You head to her couch to try to forget all of this and get a good night's sleep.]]

You notice the g-string underneath the couch again. You wonder whether it'd be easier to sleep in them rather than this ridiculous thing. You can't help but wonder what they would feel like though. You could take them? Since they've been left so carelessly you doubt Cheryl would notice. [[You pick them up, put them in your bag and go to sleep|sleepNighttest][$gstring to true, $crossdress to $crossdress + 1]] [[You decide you shouldn't. You go to sleep|sleepNighttest]]

<<back>>

by sesquip [[You|playerDesc]] [[Achievements|playerAchieve]]

//A change gonna cum//

You are a 20-something normal guy. You have a slender build, with a <<if $ass gte 8>>@@.sissy;smackable booty.@@ \ <<elseif $ass gte 7>>@@.sissy;round, heart-shaped derriere.@@ \ <<elseif $ass gte 6>>@@.sissy;plump, girly butt.@@ \ <<elseif $ass gte 5>>fairly feminine ass. \ <</if>>\ <<if $lips gte 10>>You have full, @@.sissy;dick-sucking lips.@@ \ <<elseif $lips gte 8>>You have @@.sissy;huge, plump feminine lips.@@ \ <<elseif $lips gte 6>>You have @@.sissy;plump, tantalising lips.@@ \ <<elseif $lips gte 4>>You have @@.sissy;large, hot lips.@@ \ <<elseif $lips gte 2>>You have slightly plump lips, some might say womanly. \ <</if>>\ <<if $penis gte 10>>You have an enormous penis, women can't even get two hands around it.\ <<elseif $penis gte 9>>You have a massive schlong for a penis.\ <<elseif $penis gte 8>>You have a huge cock, most women can't deepthroat it.\ <<elseif $penis gte 7>>You have an above average cock, but nothing special and not enough for some.\ <<elseif $penis gte 6>>//Most// people would consider your penis to be average sized.\ <<elseif $penis gte 5>>You have a slightly below average cock, you just about get by but wonder...is it really enough?\ <<elseif $penis gte 4>>You have a...@@.sissy;small dick.@@ There's no way to get around it, you know what most women are thinking.\ <<elseif $penis gte 3>>You have a @@.sissy;tiny penis.@@ Does it even deserve to be called that?\ <<elseif $penis gte 2>>You have an @@.sissy;itty bitty peepee.@@ Some women might find it cute. Most find it hilarious and something to laugh about with their friends.\ <<elseif $penis gte 1>>You...have a @@.sissy;miniscule, dainty penis.@@ Just about, but you better get that microscope out. <<elseif $penis gte 0>>You don't have a penis, it's gone. It's a flat area of skin with one small hole, are you a man or a woman?\<</if>>\ <<if $submissive gte 10>> You are @@.sub;completely gone, you don't want to make a single decision.@@\ <<elseif $submissive gte 8>> You're starting to @@.sub;dislike making decisions,@@ much more @@.sub;comfortable under someone elses guidance.@@\ <<elseif $submissive gte 6>> You @@.sub;desire to be controlled.@@\ <<elseif $submissive gte 4>> You secretly @@.sub;crave to be ordered around.@@\ <<elseif $submissive gte 2>> You're starting to wonder whether you'd rather just do as you're told.\ <</if>>\ <<if $crossdress gte 10>> You dress like a girl whenever you can. @@.sissy;Pink and frills are your favorites.@@\ <<elseif $crossdress gte 8>> You'd rather @@.sissy;wear women's clothing all the time.@@ It's only societal restraint that stops you.\ <<elseif $crossdress gte 6>> Do you want to wear male clothes anymore? No way you'll ever wear a pair of boxers again, @@.sissy;thongs look too good on you.@@\ <<elseif $crossdress gte 4>> You @@.sissy;like girly clothing,@@ it looks rather cute on you.\ <<elseif $crossdress gte 2>> You're beginning to wonder more about how women's clothes would look on you.\ <</if>>\ <<if $cuck gte 5>>You want to watch women fuck men in front of you, it turns you on. <<elseif $cuck gte 2>>Maybe watching men fuck women isn't so bad... <</if>><<if $chastity gte 5>>You've realised that it's best to let someone else have control of your orgasms. <<elseif $chastity gte 2>>Are you the sort of guy who needs to cum that often? It might be good to have a bit more control.<</if>><<if $sissy gte 5>>You just LOVE feminine things don't you babe? Oh the shoes, the lingerie, the girl talk! It's so fabulous! <<elseif $sissy gte 2>>You don't need to be so...masculine do you? It's better to be a bit more feminine.<</if>> <<if $gay gte 5>>You...you want to suck a cock don't you? Lick it up and down...feel cum shoot down your throat. Why did you ever have such masculine hangups over things like this?<</if>> You are not in a relationship. <<if $lipstickOn is true>>You are wearing lipstick.<</if>>\ <<if $wearBlueGString is true>> You have a blue g-string on.<</if>>\ <<if $wearLaceBody is true>> You are wearing a sexy lace bodysuit.<</if>>\ <<if $wearBra is true>>Your chest is being supported in a nice bra<</if>> <<if $wearPinkPanties is true>> You are wearing ruffled pretty pink panties.<</if>>\ <<if $wearPinkThong is true>> You are wearing a pink thong.<</if>> <<if $wearDenimHotPants>> You are wearing denim hot pants.<</if>> <<if $wearBlackHeels>> You are wearing black high heels.<</if>> <<if $waxedLegs>> Your legs and backside are silky smooth thanks to a good waxing.<</if>> <<if $pinkToes>>Your toenails are a delightful shade of pink.<</if>> <<if $chastityOn>>Your penis is locked away in a chastity cage.<</if>> <<back>> <<print $submissive>> <<print $crossdress>> <<print $cuck>> <<print $sph>> <<print $maid>>

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@@.woman;'Come on then, let's tie you up.'@@ She begins to approach, but stops. [img[images/bodyass.jpg]] @@.woman;'Oh $name! Why didn't you tell me you had such a nice round backside! Oh it's //perfect// for this one. Is that why you chose it? Did you want to show it off?'@@ You hadn't even considered the shape of your ass for years. But all of a sudden repressed memories of other boys teasing you in the showers came flooding back. [[Years of being informed or smacked because of your feminine backside...]]

@@.woman;'Morning sleepyhead. I hope you had a //comfortable// night, I've made you a cup of coffee.'@@ @@.mc;'Thanks Cheryl.'@@ You rub the sleep out of your eyes, the situation once again truly dawning on you. You reach for the bedsheet to cover yourself up, but it's not there. @@.woman;'Oh don't be shy, I've seen it //all// already. I put the sheet and your dirty clothes in the washing machine, they'll be done in a couple of hours.'@@ @@.mc;'What? When did you do that?'@@ She must have taken it off you when you were sleeping. Oh God. Your morning wood feels incredibly obvious. @@.woman;'About 40 minutes ago, I was just doing some washing before I go to work and thought it made sense to include it you know.'@@ She sees you trying to hide your erection with your arms. @@.woman;'You certainly seemed to be having an //exciting// dream. I've made breakfast, let's eat!'@@ <img style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 15px 15px;" src="images/cherylPinkHeels.jpg" /> She turns around and you can't help but ogle her terrific body, she's still in her babydoll which doesn't leave anything to the imagination. She's also wearing what you suppose can be described as slippers of a fluffy pink variety that seem to have been crossed with stiletto heels. Does she wear anything other than heels on her feet? [[You join Cheryl for breakfast]]

<<run UIBar.unstow()>> @@.woman;'There you are sweetie. I was beginning to think you weren't going to join me! Come on sit down'@@ You sit down and look to see what you can eat. Cheryl seems to have provided some Muesli and avocado on toast. You've had plenty of breakfasts worse than this, but it isn't quite bacon and eggs. @@.woman;'Are you going to try to find a place to live in today?'@@ @@.mc;'Yeah, that's number one on my list. I could do with finding a job too really.'@@ @@.woman;'Oh right of course. You know, I could put you up for another night if you like or end up needing a place again.'@@ Her eyes drift to the bodysuit you have on. @@.woman;'You're a very //compliant// house guest.'@@ @@.mc;'I just didn't want to be rude, you were putting me up for the night without having ever met me before...'@@ You feel the fabric between your ass cheeks riding up a little, almost giving you a wedgie. @@.woman;'Oh I get that, but //still//. I really wasn't expecting you to be sooo...''//easy//''.'@@ A small glint appears in her eye. @@.woman;'I was expecting much more of a fight, or maybe you just saying no completely.'@@ [['You would have given in, really?']]

@@.woman;'Would it be alright if you tidied up breakfast while I have a shower and get dressed? You did a great job yesterday!'@@ You say you don't see why not, it's not like you can do much else at the moment. Cheryl leans over and gives you a hug, her breasts press against the side of your face. She then ruffles your hair and walks off. @@.woman;'I won't be long!'@@ You tidy up, something seems different about the kitchen. Where's that odd jar? There was an odd jar wasn't there? You open up a few cupboards to no avail. Maybe you dreamt it. @@.woman;'$name!'@@ You hear Cheryl call from the bathroom. @@.mc;'Yeah?'@@ @@.woman;'Could you help me with something?'@@ @@.mc;'Yeah, what do you want?'@@ @@.woman;'Just come to the bathroom please'@@ You walk to the bathroom and knock on the door. @@.mc;'Well, what is it?'@@ @@.woman;'Come in, I need you here.'@@ You walk in hesitantly, you see Cheryl with her back turned to you drying her hair. [[Towel wrapped around her body.]]

Finally a chance to take off the bodysuit. You step into the shower and quickly spot the shower gel Cheryl meant. What hotel thought the design was appropriate? You wonder to yourself. The curved style looks eerily similar to the shape of a woman, and the style of the base creates the effect of an ass crack. Nevertheless you wash your body and hair. The desire to relieve your erection is almost overwhelming, but you're not sure how to feel about doing it in Cheryl's shower. [[You give in to your urges and masturbate][$wearLaceBody to false, $mastBathroom to true, $sph to $sph + 1]] [[You decide better against it, it's a bit...creepy][$wearLaceBody to false]]

You grab your shaft and masturbate vigorously, aiming to simply get yourself off as quick as possible. The feeling is close to ecstasy having been on the verge of blowing your load since last evening, Cheryl's magnificient breasts and ass...her ridiculously revealing outfits. Oh God. The feel of the satin on your body. Oh God, that brings you close. @@.woman;'''$name! What are you doing?!'''@@ Cheryl screeches. @@.woman;'No! Not in my shower!'@@ You jump and barely keep yourself from slipping over. You desperately try to hide your current state. @@.woman;'Get out of the shower.'@@ @@.mc;'Cheryl I-. I'm sorry. Why are you walking in on me?'@@ @@.woman;'I was just bringing you your clothes to wear and the towel if you needed it!'@@ @@.mc;'Oh well. I'm sorry. Thank you.'@@ Cheryl looks you up and down, first with seeming disgust, [[but then pity.]]

[img[images/cherylHJobOne.gif]] Cheryl laughs. @@.woman;'Does that feel better?'@@ @@.mc;'Yes, thank you.'@@ @@.woman;'Well, I didn't exactly do a lot'@@ she responds. @@.woman;'Turns out you //are// a ''very'' quick shooter'@@ You say it doesn't count, you'd done most of the job yourself in the shower anyway. @@.woman;'Oh is that right? Very //impressive//. You must have been doing it in the shower for a few minutes. What //stamina// you have. Such a ''stud''.@@' @@.mc;'There's no need for-'@@ @@.woman;'There's no need to masturbate in my shower. Or was wearing women's lingerie too much of a turn on for you? Is that your //thing//?'@@ @@.mc;'No...I'm not like that.'@@ Cheryl ignores you and heads back out of the bathroom. @@.woman;'Clean up the mess you made $name. I'm going to work, see yourself out.'@@ [[You wipe your cum off the floor and start to get dressed]]

<<if $gstring is true>> You start to put on your clothes, but it seems that Cheryl has forgotten your underwear. You open the bathroom door. 'Cheryl?' You call out. No response. You see your bag on the living room floor, and go to collect your underwear. You open it, but there's a note on top. <blockquote>@@.woman;I saw you put my g-string in your bag when getting your clothes so I thought I'd give you some others too! They should look great on you! Also I assume you won't be needing your boxers so I took them out. I put my number into your phone and took yours too. Call me if you need to sleep over again or about that job, or anything else! xoxoxox@@</blockquote> You look further into the bag and see an assortment of tiny panties. You can't believe women wear this stuff daily, you can't wear any of these surely. But you can't go commando, not in your now only wearable pair of trousers. You decide to check the washing machine. Over two hours still?! [[Ugh you need to do too many things, you can't afford to wait that long.][$cherylPhone to true]] <<else>> You finish dressing yourself and begin to head out. You notice a note Cheryl has left on the table. <blockquote>I put my number in your phone and yours in mine. Call me if you need to sleep over again or about that job, or anything else! xoxoxox</blockquote> [[You head out of Cheryl's apartment|mastThought][$cherylPhone to true]] <</if>>

The door clicks shut behind you. You travel down the stairs and exit the tower block. You set out to find an estate of letting agent. Trouble is, you have no idea where to find one. You wander around the town fairly aimlessly, hoping you'll come across something. The number of shops aiming at some sort of beauty products is seemingly endless, with a surprising number of 'racey' shops, you've never seen bdsm gear displayed in a shop window...and had no idea some of those devices existed, clueless to their use. Just where were the more standard shops? Aside from one bookstore and a few places to eat the only other places seemed to revolve around gym based products, with numerous images of muscled men on display. <<if $blueGString is true>> As you walk around you notice that your g-string is riding above the waist of your trousers, the realisation makes you incredibly self-conscious, regularly checking to see that your t-shirt is covering it up. You dread to think what it would look like if you had to bend over <<else>> <</if>> Toward the outskirts of the town you eventually come across a rather grotty letting agent, but you don't think you can afford to be picky. [[You enter the building]]

After a while it becomes clear most of the homes available are way out of your price range, you ask the receptionist if they have anything a bit more affordable to you. You are directed to the back of the office. There is an ad, and it's affordable for you. But, alas, there seem to be a few catches. The low rent seems to be in return for the two current tenants being able to get rid of you on a whim, for the smallest of reasons. You also seem to be required to do the vast majority of the household tasks, to again please the two current tenants. Finally, you aren't allowed to complain about any loud noises, whether it's during the day or at night, you assume one of them either plays an instrument or plays very loud music. While this is far from ideal, it seems to be the only real option available. The terms seem just about manageable. You tell the receptionist that you'll rent the room. 'What? Really?!' The receptionist seems stunned. 'You are aware of the conditions for this place?' @@.mc;'Yes, but I can't really afford anywhere else...'@@ 'Well, if you want it it's yours. My boss will be delighted. One final thing, before you can sign the current tenants have to ''approve'' you with an interview. Shall I call them and arrange one for you?' [[You agree.]]

Finding and sorting out a potential room took far more time than you had expected, and you still had more to do to seal the deal. There wasn't enough time left in the day to look for a job and there was always Cheryl's suggestion. Perhaps your new roommates could help you out as well. There is still some time to kill before your interview. You figure you might as well grab a coffee at the café where Cheryl works. As you enter you can't see Cheryl, or anyone else. You decide to sit and wait to see if anyone appears. After a while you begin to hear a voice from the back of the café. It gradually become clearer and you recognise it as Cheryl's, she enters chatting on her phone. <<if $laceBody is true>> @@.woman;'Yeah Amanda as I said, he slept over but nothing happened.' -'I know you should have seen.' -'Small, almost feminine' -'I know but I felt bad' -'I //know//. I've never known such a fast...'@@ She finally sees you and waves. @@.woman;'Haha yeah completely different. Speaking of, he said he was coming over tonight!' -'Oh Amanda! Don't be so vulgar!' -'Hahaha! Anyway, $name has been waiting for a bit, I should hang up.' -'Oh I will, and I bet I'm right!' -'Byeee.'@@ <</if>> [[She hangs up.]]

You follow the instructions the receptionist gave to you, you find the place without too much difficulty. It's a fairly nondescript house from the outside, probably converted by some greedy landlord trying to maximise profit. You walk up the path to the red front door and ring the bell. A tall blonde woman answers the door, she could well be taller than you, @@.paris;'Hello? What do yo- Oh right are you $name? The guy who wants the spare room?'@@ @@.mc;'Yeah that's me'@@ @@.paris;'Oh come on in then, I was expecting you to look different I suppose.'@@ She opens the door and beckons you in, and shuts the door behind you. @@.paris;'Just through here please.'@@ You follow her, taking in her impossibly long legs, almost entirely shown off thanks to a blue miniskirt. You head into what you assume is the living room, and sit on a comfortable, light pink couch with what seems like hundreds of fluffy pillows. You can't help but notice a couple of framed photographs or semi naked male bodies. @@.parisl;'Marion!'@@ The woman shouts. @@.paris;'The guy is here for the interview.'@@ She turns to you. @@.paris;'I'm Paris by the way. I know there are some rules you haven't been told yet, but I'm not sure just exactly what you //have// been told by the letting agents, could you tell me?'@@ You tell her you know about doing most household tasks, to not complain about noise and that they can kick you out. A woman appears, who must be Marion. She is a brunette, with short and slightly spiky her. She is roughly average height with huge bazongas hidden under a tight jumper. Both women sit in front of you, you feel slightly intimidated due to having to look up to them from the low couch. @@.marion;'Alright'@@ says Marion, @@.marion;'let's begin, I heard you saying what rules you were aware of but we need to go over some other things.'@@ Marion shuffles a few pieces of paper. @@.marion;'Sorry, we haven't had to do this before, we've never had a male live with us.'@@ @@.paris;'Come on Marion it's all on the paper'@@ [[Paris says slightly irritated.]]

She drags you into the women's bathroom again. @@.woman;'OK there's no risk of anyone seeing. Now ''show me''.'@@ You hesitate, you know you have nothing to hide, she's seen you naked and in lingerie. Is this how it's going to be with Cheryl? Your relationship now seems to be based on you in women's underwear and degrading your masculinity... [[You pull your trousers down for her][$cafeBluePanties to true]] [[You resist, isn't it enough you have them on?][$cafeBluePanties to true]]

@@.woman;'No! I want to see what //you// chose! Was it the lacey red ones? Oooh or the pretty pink ones!'@@ She reaches towards your belt and unbuckles it. She then yanks your trousers down to your ankles. @@.woman;'The blue high waist ones of course! You wanted people to catch a peek you slut!'@@ @@.mc;'What?! Don't call me that!'@@ @@.woman;'But just look at you,'@@ she cups your balls, @@.woman;'I bet you've been walking around hard like this //all// day, haven't you?'@@ @@.mc;'I...'@@ [[You admit it, you loved the feeling][$crossdress to $crossdress + 1]] [[You deny it, you can't have someone think that about you]]

@@.woman;'Mmmm that's right. Panties are all you need now aren't they?'@@ She grips your balls, @@.woman;'Don't they feel fantastic? They look so good too, it's all worked out wonderfully. It's almost like it was //meant// to happen, or you had it all planned...'@@ She begins to rub the head of your penis, @@.woman;'and this, we must be //very// careful about this $name. Being on edge all day...'@@ She gives it a gentle flick. <<if $mastBathroom>>@@.woman;'No we wouldn't want you to explode again so //quickly//.'@@ [[You ask if she can get you off again]] <<else>>\ @@.woman;'But we can't do anything here...I'll just have to keep you //on edge//.'@@ [[You plead with her to help you out...it'll just be quick|You ask if she can get you off again]] <</if>>

@@.woman;'Well I'm sure I //could//. But it's not //my// fault you've got yourself into such a...predicament.@@ <<if $mastBathroom>>@@.woman;And anyway, I already helped you out once today! I'll get you off when //I// want to. Perhaps you should have lasted longer earlier, you wouldn't be so ''desperate''.'@@ @@.mc;'But you're the one who only left me panties. //Please// let me cum.'@@ @@.woman;'''No.'' You've had enough relief today, if this remains an issue I'm sure there is something we can do to ''fix'' your little problem.'@@ <<else>>\ She gives the head of your penis a playful tap with her finger. @@.woman;'If this remains an issue I'm sure there is something we can do to ''fix'' your //little// problem.'@@ <</if>>\ @@.mc;'W-What do you have in mind?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't worry, I'm sure you'll be //accepting// when we get to that stage. Now pull your trousers back up, we wouldn't want some poor woman walking in and getting a shock now would we?'@@ She walks out of the bathroom, leaving you desperate to cum. [[You pull up your trousers and walk out][$chastity to $chastity + 1, $chastityBathroomThought to true]] [[You are too desperate, you walk into a cubicle to relieve yourself]]

You sit back down next to Cheryl. @@.woman;'When's your interview?'@@ @@.mc;'Not long now, about 30 minutes.'@@ @@.woman;'Well I hope you'll be able to //concentrate//. I wouldn't want you to be completely //ruined// due to me.'@@ You say you'll cope, but you aren't sure how things will go really. You ask her if she has any plans this evening. <<if $bradLipstick is true>>@@.woman;'Oh ''yes''. You remember Brad from yesterday right? Well he'll be //coming// over this evening.'@@ @@.mc;'I don't know, yesterday Brad was kind of a dick...'@@ Cheryl sighs and mutters: @@.woman;'And what a dick...'.@@ @@.mc;'Uh, Cheryl?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh yeah sorry. I know but that was the whole lipstick thing, I mean only we'll know that you're in cute panties. Oh that makes it even //more// fun. Oh that's ''perfect''. You in panties next to //Brad// of all people...//Please// consider it won't you? You'll get a ''big'' reward.'@@ @@.mc;'I...I don't know. I wouldn't want to intrude you know?@@ [[Brad might not want another dude around?']] <<else>>\ @@.woman;'Oh ''yes''. I mentioned Brad yesterday didn't I? My ex? Well he'll be //coming// over this evening.'@@ @@.mc;'Well, I hope you have a good time with him,'@@ you surely know what will happen, you're most curious about what she'll be wearing... @@.woman;'Oh I will. It's just a shame I'll have to cook again,'@@ she rubs your shoulder @@.woman;'I could have got used to //our// arrangement.'@@ @@.mc;'Well sure, cooking was kind fun I'll admit.'@@ @@.woman;'Do you have any plans after the interview?'@@ @@.mc;'Not really, I suppose if I pass then I'll get to know my new roommates.'@@ @@.woman;'Well if you find yourself free, you can come over to mine again! I'm sure Brad wouldn't mind, I'm sure he would //love// to try your stir fry!'@@ @@.mc;'I don't know...I wouldn't want to intrude you know? Brad might not want another dude around?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh I can't see why he'd mind, plus if you do the cooking he'll get extra attention from me! I think he'd be rather happy with it all actually.'@@ @@.mc;'I don't know, [[I wouldn't have to wear that apron again would I?']] <</if>>

<<if $cherylbradeve2 is true>> @@.mc;'Maybe Cheryl, I'll have to see how the interview goes and the evening turns out.'@@ @@.woman;'Oh you're so nice $name, having you and Brad together will be //such// a great ''contrast''. It'll make everything so much clearer between you two, we could make the perfect little threesome together.'@@ @@.mc;'Thanks, I think? Anyway I have to go, I can't be late for this interview'@@ @@.woman;'Bye $name! Hope to see you later! I'll message you if we don't!'@@ <<if $naughtyBathroomTrig is true>>\ [[You head to your possible new home|naughtyBathroomTrig][$Cheryl + 1, $cherSnap1 to true]] <<elseif $chastityBathroomThought is true>>\ [[You head to your possible new home|chastityBathroomThought][$Cheryl + 1, $cherSnap1 to true]] <<else>>\ [[You head to your possible new home|Interviewflat][$Cheryl + 1, $cherSnap1 to true]] <</if>>\ <<else>> @@.mc;'I don't know Cheryl, I think I'll leave you and Brad be. Plus I really think I'll just end up getting to know my two roommates.'@@ Cheryl looks very disappointed. @@.woman;'Oh, that's alright, I suppose I'll manage just with Brad, we could've had some much fun together though.'@@ @@.mc;'Well some other time maybe. Anyway I have to go, I can't be late for this interview'@@ @@.woman;'Bye $name'@@ <<if $naughtyBathroomTrig is true>>\ [[You head to your possible new home|naughtyBathroomTrig]] <<elseif $chastityBathroomThought is true>>\ [[You head to your possible new home|chastityBathroomThought]] <<else>>\ [[You head to your possible new home|Interviewflat]] <</if>> <</if>>

@@.mc;'OK I agree, I'll follow your rules.'@@ @@.paris;'Well then, I'm beginning to like you already! As long as you know your place we'll get along just fine.'@@ Paris crosses her legs and leans in slightly towards you. @@.paris;'Now then, we still want to get to know you just a little bit before we agree you can live here.'@@ @@.mc;'Well alright, I'd like to know you a bit too.'@@ @@.paris;'That can wait $name. This is about you, not us. So, come on, what brings you to us? We know the rent on this place is the main attraction, and most men couldn't stand taking orders from women. So you can't be some rich alpha type...Tell us.'@@ @@.mc;'Well no, I'm not particularly wealthy. I've moved here for a change, I've only been here for a day and need to find a job so didn't consider more expensive places you know. I'm desperate for all this to work out so I'm willing to make changes and do things outside of my comfort zone.'@@ @@.marion;'Oh that's what we like to hear, isn't it Paris?'@@ Marion asks. @@.marion;'We love to do stuff out of our //comfort// zone $name, I've got a good feeling you'll fit right in.'@@ @@.paris;'Hmmmm'@@ Paris seems slightly less effusive. @@.paris;'Alright, to tell the truth, we haven't had any recent applications and we do need someone to stay. I was even considering relaxing the rules, but there's no need for that now. Especially with how easy you seem!' Yes you'll //do nicely//.'@@ Paris looks you over, with a worrying grin. @@.mc;'Are we done then?'@@ @@.paris;'Yes, we'll let you stay. This could turn into a very //interesting// situation. How about we go to a bar and have some fun. Are you up for that $name?'@@ <<if $cherylbradeve2 is true>> [[You want to get to know them, but Cheryl's offer is too intriguing|callCheryl][$cherSnap1 to false]] <</if>> [[You decide you'll go to a bar with them][$cherylbradeve2 to false]]

Paris and Madison seem to take an age getting ready. It's just a bar, do they really have to put in that much effort? You have to admit, both are a sight for sore eyes at the end of it. Paris' thigh-high leather boots are particularly pleasurable. You begin to leave. @@.paris;'$name? Could you carry our handbags for us?'@@ You think of all the rules that you were supposed to comply with, and how you do want to get off on the right foot with them. [[You carry their bags|outtobar][$submissive to $submissive + 1, $carryBags to true]] [[They can manage on their own, you don't want them thinking you're a pushover|outtobar]]

You walk until you reach a place with a neon pink sign: @@.sissy;DESIRE@@. They direct you into the front door. <<if $carryBags is true>> The bouncer on the door gives you a funny look, I guess most guys don't come in holding two handbags. <</if>> You head inside, the place is quite dark, with dashes of color, mainly a garish gold and pink similar to the sign outside. You sit down at a table with Paris and Marion. A waitress in hotpants and @@.sissy;DESIRE@@ emblazoned on a black crop top walks over to your table. 'Hi guys, can I get you anything to drink?' Paris speaks first, @@.paris;'We'll all share a bottle of white wine.'@@ 'Can I get you anything to eat?' @@.paris;'No.'@@ 'Alright, I'll be back with your wine soon, have a nice evening.' You would have liked to choose something else, or have a choice at all. You decide it's best not to moan about this either. [[White wine can be nice.]]

@@.paris;'Chicken!'@@ @@.mc;'Some other time alright, you know I don't have much chance anyway.'@@ @@.marion;'Well maybe not but sometimes you've got to try at least.'@@ You finish your wine and so do Paris and Marion. You had a good time together and decide to head back to your new home. You get in and go to bed, saying goodnight. [[You go to bed|sleepNightTwoMerge]]

<<if $cherylStronger and $submissive gte 3>><<goto [[subDreamNight2]]>> <<elseif $spankedBrad>><<goto [[spankingNight2]]>> <<elseif $cuck gte 2>><<goto [[cuckNight2]]>> <<elseif $crossdress gte 4>><<goto [[crossdressNight2]]>> <<elseif $raceNight2 is true>><<goto [[raceNight2]]>> <<else>><<goto [[sleepNightTwo]]>> <</if>>

<<audio ":playing" stop>> <<if $sph gte 2>><<goto [[sphNight2]]>> <<elseif $blueGString is true>>\ You wake up, you feel pretty damn tired. Your g-string is digging into you. You realise you actually now can see what your new bedroom is like... [img[images/bedroom1.jpg]] Not too bad you suppose, actually rather tasteful. You exit your bedroom and head to the bathroom. It's only once you get halfway there that you notice Marion looking at you, she averts her gaze. [[You rush into the bathroom|bathroomfirstday][$marionBlue to true]] <<else>>\ You wake up, you feel pretty damn tired. You realise you actually now can see what your new bedroom is like... [img[images/bedroom1.jpg]] Not too bad you suppose, actually rather tasteful. [[You head to the bathroom.|bathroomfirstday]] <</if>>

[img[Brad's cock|images/braddicktext.jpg][Your phone vibrates, Cheryl again]]

@@.woman;-What do you think?! I mean I know he's big, but feeling him with you still in my mind...he felt ''GIGANTIC''. You ''so'' should have been there to see! He seemed to love hearing how much bigger he is than you! xxxx@@ [[You feel a twinge of excitement between your legs and fall back asleep|You manage to get back to sleep][$cuck to $cuck + 1, $sph to $sph + 1, $gay to $gay + 1]] [[Why is she sending you this? You turn off your phone in disgust and fall asleep|You manage to get back to sleep]]

<<run UIBar.unstow()>> You begin to wash up in the clean, tasteful bathroom. You use some soap lying on the side and begin to wash yourself, using water from the large, oval shaped sink. You finishe with your legs, arms and chest. <<if $laceBody>>You rub you backside. You guess it is sort of soft...but I mean, it's not that girly is it? Would it even matter if it was? Cheryl was just playing around wasn't she, just treating you like that in a friendly teasing way, right?<</if>> You begin to wash your face, and look into the mirror as you do so. <<if $lips gte 1>>Your lips...they //have// changed, haven't they? You run your fingers over them, feeling to see how. They don't seem hugely different? Maybe you're just imagining things. It could just be the lipstick from yesterday, some sort of residue. Why did you have to leave it on for so long? They can't really have become bigger...<</if>> You finish up and look for some sort of shampoo to do your hair. You try to search around the bathroom, but it's difficult to find anything among the myriad of different types of makeup, foams, waxes and whatever else. <<if $lipstick is true>>And all those shades of lipstick...none seem to be quite like what Cheryl put on you yesterday. Maybe you could experiment? Or...nevermind.<</if>> You eventually find a shampoo bottle and give your hair a quick rinse. You decide not rummage through the cupboard anymore as you don't want to annoy off your two new roommates, especially with how controlling they seemed. [[You go to your room to get dressed]]

<<if $blueGString is true>>\ You can't wear the g-string two days in a row, you have a choice but do you really want to make that decision? You resolve to reach into your bag and deal with whatever comes first, closing your eyes through trepidation. Ah, great. You open your eyes and see yourself clutching something bright pink. These must be the 'pretty pink ones' that Cheryl referred to earlier, the fabric is incredibly soft and smooth. Thankfully they're not a thong , so they won't be giving you any trouble. You...//you quite like them don't you?// <<set $wearPinkPanties to true, $wearBlueGString to false>> <</if>>\ <<if $cherSnap1 is true>>\ You check your phone, Cheryl has left you a text. You don't really want to open it, you don't want to be teased about Brad having a bigger dick...? @@.woman;- $name! I'm so sorry. Forget I sent that stuff last night, ok? I was just excited and drunk I don't know what came over me. I guess it could've seemed insulting, you're not that small don't worry!@@<<if $mastBathroom is true>> @@.woman;I guess I was just feeling a little vindictive after catching you in the bathroom yesterday...Call it even? xxx@@ Well, that's a relief you guess. You reply saying you'll call it even. <<else>>\ @@.woman;- I'm so sorry! Forget what I said about you know. That. Forgive me? xxx@@ You feel a bit relieved, you reply saying you forgive her. <</if>>\ @@.woman;- Great! Sorry again! Feel free to pop round the café again! xxx@@ You suppose you could, maybe you'll end up having a more normal chat with Cheryl this time? <</if>>\ You get dressed and go to the kitchen for [[some breakfast]]

You rummage through the cupboards searching for something to eat. You're not gonna last long on low fat yogurt and muesli, but it'll have to do for today. You hear some footsteps approaching the kitchen, a man appears. Very tall, well dressed and groomed. 'Oh, you must be....$name?' You nod, your mouth full. 'Yeah of course Paris said she had a new roommate, I sort of forgot it was a dude haha. I don't think she's had another guy round these parts! I'll be watching you! It'll be good to have a dude around rather than the incessant girl talk.' He laughs and picks up the yogurt pot, gulping must of it down. 'Anyway man, I've gotta go, nice meeting you 'n' all. I'm Mike by the way' He turns around and exits the room. You hear him shout 'Bye Paris!' and a reply of @@.paris;'bye babe!'@@ [[Marion enters the Kitchen.]]

@@.marion;'Oh stop it Paris'@@ Marion snaps. @@.marion;'Are you really talking about this over breakfast, and don't make me sound like some sort of voyeur!'@@ @@.paris;'Here we go again, stop acting up for our new //male// roommate. Don't pretend you haven't asked me all the juicy details and how big Mike is.'@@ @@.marion;'But that's just with you! Not with $name here.'@@ @@.paris;'Yeah I'm sure a guy is really horrified to hear women talking about sex, sure.'@@ @@.marion;'Whatever, don't say I didn't warn you about this.'@@ @@.paris;'Stop being so melodramatic, it'll all be fine, I'm not gonna change for a new roommate anyway, even if you aren't comfortable now $name, I'm sure you'll change, for me.'@@ You don't really think it's any worse than anything else they've asked for so you don't object. Marion looks slightly bemused at this, but not unhappy. @@.marion;'Well, then maybe having a guy live with us won't be so bad. Not a guy like you anyway.'@@ She looks at Paris, @@.marion;'Go on then, //details//.'@@ @@.paris;'Well, I won't be walking properly all day...'@@ @@.marion;'How many times have I told you Paris, you need to bring a //different// type of guy home, guys like that can't be good for you in the long run.'@@ @@.paris;'I can't help it if I have a type! I thought I'd get a bit more used to them though...but Mike still stretches me ''so'' much.'@@ [[Marion turns to you]]

You head to the bathroom wondering if this is what living with these two is going to be like...you didn't know they were actually serious about you effectively being their errand boy. You open the washing basket and a heavy stench of perfume hits your nose, you feel slightly overpowered by the smell. You sort through the garments, putting them into a bag to take to the launderette. You're half scandalised and half turned on by some of the items, wistfully imaginig living with two women who would wear these sorts of things. This is your new reality though, and while you suspect it's mainly Paris with the most outrageous selection, you're sure some of it is also Marion's. <<if $cuck gte 2>>With it all sorted you [[set off to the launderette|armThought]] <<elseif $marionBlue>>With it all sorted you [[set off to the launderette|marionBlueThought]] <<else>>With it all sorted you [[set off to the launderette]] <</if>>

You enter the launderette. An auburn haired lady who seems to be in her late 30s, with huge, voluptuous breasts spilling out of her top walks over to you. @@.carmen;'Hi there! How can I help you today?'@@ @@.mc;'I've just got some clothes that need a wash, nothing fancy.'@@ @@.carmen;'Alright then! Come over to the counter with me and we'll sort things out.'@@ She takes the bag off you and places it on the counter and opens it. @@.carmen;'This won't take long sir, you can take a seat if you'd like.'@@ She smiles and motions towards some chair at the side of the room. You turn around and head towards the seats, but before you can get halfway the woman calls out: @@.carmen;'Sir? Erm, could you come back to the counter please.'@@ You turn around and a wave of embarrassment strikes. You see the woman holding a purple bra with her eyebrows arched. @@.carmen;'Are these yours sir?'@@ [['Well no, but...']]

@@.carmen;'I'm sorry sir but we don't serve customers who don't bring their own clothes, not without prior warning anyway.'@@ @@.mc;'Really? But how can you know if I brought in some random guy's clothes and passed them off as my own?'@@ @@.carmen;'Well, we can't know always, but come on sir, this seems obvious enough doesn't it?'@@ You really need to get these clothes cleaned, you don't want the risk of being kicked out by Paris and Marion so quickly... @@.mc;'Please miss, I just moved in to a new place and my roommates asked a favor from me...I don't want to get off to a bad start with them...'@@ @@.carmen;'Hmmm, you expect me to believe that some women whom you barely know wanted you to clean their clothes? Including their underwear? Don't take me to be so naive, I've known enough men like you. Now unless you have an actual, legitimate reason I think it's time for you to leave.'@@ The woman gives you a look of contempt and folds her arms. [[You could continue to insist, hoping for some pity]] [[You could give up and leave, worrying about the consequences]] [[You could try a new tactic and say they are actually your own]]

@@.mc;'They really are, please trust me. I've just moved here and got a new place, I need this to get on the good side of the two women I'll be living with...please.'@@ You're obvious desperation seems to give her cause to question what she was thinking. @@.carmen;'So...you're out running errands for two women you barely know...why exactly? You're not their servant.'@@ @@.mc;'I guess I sort of am...the place was cheap with a bit of a weird contract, I have to do their household chores and other things...'@@ @@.carmen;'Oh pull the other one, this just sounds like the fantasy of some guy who wants to be at the mercy of dominant women.'@@ She sits up on the counter, looking down on you. @@.carmen;'Like being //bossed// around do you?'@@ @@.mc;'No, no really. They could kick me out if I don't comply...'@@ @@.carmen;'//Really// now. That //is// interesting.' The woman smiles, a sharp and cruel grin. 'Well, I suppose I could make an exception, for such a //desperate// man.'@@ @@.mc;'Thank you, thank you so much.'@@ @@.carmen;'Don't thank me yet boy. You haven't earned it yet.'@@ @@.mc;'It's just some washing...please, I'd be a paying customer...'@@ @@.carmen;'Sure, you'll be a paying customer. But it's not just washing now is it. It's the roof over your head, and it's up to me isn't it. I'd do what the woman who controls whether you have a home or not says, if I were you. You're already a bitch for two women it seems, why not me as well?'@@ [[She places her foot on your chest, digging the spike in slightly.]]

You can't think of a good reason. You tell her you'll take your business elsewhere. @@.carmen;'I'll be keeping these. You can come back with these supposed women if they really are theirs, otherwise I'll ask around and see if someone's had their clothes gone missing. Now get out pervert.'@@ [[You leave|AfterLaund][$negLaundry to true]]

@@.mc;'Well, actually.'@@ You continue trying to search for the right words for this...situation. @@.mc;'They're actually...mine.'@@ @@.carmen;'Oh //really// now.'@@ She looks at the bra she's holding. @@.carmen;'Is that right? I'm not sure you would fill an D-cup, I think you should go and get re-measured, you've been had. I bet you'd look great with a fantastic set of tits though sir, if you did actually want to make use of a bra like this.'@@ You don't think she's going to be fooled into thinking these are actually yours, and it's not as though you're ever going to grow a large pair of breasts... @@.carmen;'No, //sir//. I'm not buying it. I'd need proof of some sort.'@@ @@.mc;'Proof? How?'@@ @@.carmen;'Well a photo would do I suppose. I can't say we really have a protocol for a situation like this, I'm open to other suggestions.'@@ [[You can't really think of anything, you're out of luck.]] <<if $wearPinkPanties>>\ [[Well, you are wearing panties...]] <</if>>

@@.mc;'Erm...well...what if I was sort of wearing something similar.'@@ @@.carmen;'Hmmmm, such as?'@@ @@.mc;'Well, uh, what about underwear?'@@ @@.carmen;'You're wearing women's underwear...//right now//?'@@ @@.mc;'If I was would you wash these clothes?'@@ @@.carmen;'Well...I //suppose// so. It would be sort of believable...as long as they're //sexy//.'@@ She leans over the counter with a wry smile. @@.mc;'Oh come on.'@@ @@.carmen;'Oh come on what? Look at some of the stuff in here, you in some granny panties wouldn't exactly convince me...'@@ She looks you up and down. @@.carmen;'How about some stockings and a garter belt?'@@ You stammer @@.mc;'I-I-I...'@@ @@.carmen;'Come on then, show me whatever it is you've got on. You weren't making it up were you?'@@ @@.mc;'No...I really am. It's a long story...If you really have to know I've got a pair of panties on...'@@ You can't believe yet another woman knows you've worn women's underwear... @@.carmen;'Come on then, prove it.'@@ You pull down the side of your trousers to [[show a glimpse of the pink fabric.]]

@@.mc;'Come on, isn't this going a bit far I mean, I just want some clothes washed.'@@ Carmen places her hand on the nape of your neck. @@.carmen;'And if you want them washed, you'll do this for me.'@@ She pushes you down over the counter, positioning you with your butt sticking out, almost in a seductive position, back arched. @@.carmen;'That's better, hold still.'@@ ''THWACK'' ... ''THWACK'' ... ''THWACK'' Carmen smacks your ass three times, leaving it sore. She grabs your hair. @@.carmen;'You really should't sigh when I tell you to do something. It's not proper behavior.'@@ @@.mc;'OK, OK. Sorry. Have you finished?'@@ @@.carmen;'Sorry what?'@@ [['Sorry Mistress Carmen?']]

@@.carmen;'Did I say you could stand up?'@@ Carmen scolds you. @@.mc;'No...'@@ @@.carmen;'Well then, get back down. You look much better on your knees.'@@ You kneel again, looking at her beautiful, increasingly domineering, figure. @@.carmen;'My eyes are up here boy, consider yourself lucky to even be looking at them. If you want to get up you're going to have to ask first, understand? Do it nicely.'@@ She folds her arms. You pause, unsure what to say. @@.carmen;'Unless you like being on your knees, hmmm?'@@ @@.mc;'Please Mistress Carmen. May I be allowed to stand up?'@@ @@.carmen;'Well, OK. That was just about adequate. You can get up as long as you help me sort through this unorganized mess of clothes you've brought in.'@@ You steadily sort through Paris' and Marion's clothes. You feel yourself getting pretty comfortable with handling their intimate garments. [[The feel of them is far from unpleasant]]

@@.carmen;'No. No you may not.'@@ @@.mc;'But...please? I really need to find a job and sort some other things out.'@@ @@.carmen;'I said no. Not if you want these clothes back anyway, I have a few jobs you can do in the mean time since you did so well earlier.'@@ @@.mc;'Why? Can't you just let me go, why are you forcing me?'@@ @@.carmen;'Because I have leverage dear, why //wouldn't// I use it. Not to mention I think the lady doth protest too much!'@@ @@.mc;'Of course I protest, I just want some clothes cleaned and you use it to make me kiss your heels!'@@ @@.carmen;'And you had so much fun you did it twice! And now you bring it up again, it's //almost// as though you secretly want to. But no, I won't give you that pleasure, I have other //plans// for you.'@@ She grins. @@.mc;'Oh what now?'@@ @@.carmen;'$name. I don't appreciate that tone you know. Wait here a moment and I'll be back with your job.'@@ You wait begrudgingly, wishing you had the balls to stand up to this woman but wondering what you could do, run home with a bunch of wet clothes? Force her with brute strength and risk a visit from the police and a ton of hassle? No...you just want things to go smoothly and easily...it's always easier if you're compliant. [[Carmen returns]]

Carmen strides back into the room, grasping a bucket and scrubbing brush. @@.carmen;'Right then! Since you enjoyed being on your knees so much I'll let you do it again. The floor could do with a clean and it's nothing a bit of elbow grease won't sort out.'@@ You take the bucket and brush, resigned to having to follow orders for the next couple of hours. Carmen sits down, putting her feet up on the counter. Her skirt rides up her thigh, displaying her firms legs. You get on with your task. @@.carmen;'Aaah, I could get used to this. You're an excellent little helper you know, I'll have to keep you around.'@@ <<if $wearPinkPanties>>\ Carmen stands up, straightens out her skirt and walks over to you. @@.carmen;'Well well well. Maybe the washing //is// yours.'@@ You look up at Carmen, standing over you. @@.mc;'What? Why are you saying that.'@@ @@.carmen;'Oh don't be coy. Wear pink panties regularly do we?'@@ You hastily pull your shirt down, trying to hide your underwear poking out over the top of your trousers. @@.carmen;'Don't be shy! It doesn't bother me if you like to wear women's underwear.'@@ @@.mc;'They're not mine, really.'@@ @@.carmen;'So you're a panty //thief// are you?'@@ @@.mc;'No, really it's a long story. They aren't my roommates' either...'@@ @@.carmen;'Oh now this is a story you'll have to tell me some time! Makes sense you were so easy to boss around if you like being forced into panties anyway doesn't it?'@@ <<set $sissyMaid to true, $crossdress to $crossdress + 1>> <</if>>\ [[The machine signals it's finished]]

@@.carmen;'Alright, come on you can finish up with that and help me sort out and fold this stuff.'@@ You help, enjoying the soft touch of fabric once more as well as the sensuous flowery smell...must be something one of the cleaning products has in it you think. @@.carmen;'You really are a natural for this stuff you know. Say, you said you were struggling for a job didn't you? How about becoming a cleaner or housekeeper?'@@ @@.mc;'Really? I can't see myself doing that...I can't imagine it being that rewarding.'@@ @@.carmen;'Well //anything// can be rewarding with the right employer you know. You'd make a great maid for sure.'@@ @@.mc;'A //maid//?'@@ @@.carmen;'Yeah! Thinking about it I could do with someone doing stuff around my house, it tends to be a bit neglected, what with running this place.'@@ @@.mc;'I mean...I guess I could? For some extra cash occasionally...'@@ @@.carmen;'That's more like it. I assure you, you'd be well //rewarded//. It's not like you'd have to wear a uniform if that's what you're thinking. I mean, unless you //want// to of course.'@@ Of course you wouldn't...surely not, never. You wonder why she emphasised the word rewarded, and why did you switch from cleaner to //maid//? This gives you pause for thought but, you really need to get your head down and get on with things. You simply aren't in a position of strength when it comes to trying to get money. You're over the proverbial barrel, but maybe it'll be a table? [[Moving on, you finish folding][$cash to $cash -10]]

@@.carmen;'Alright my littler helper, that'll be $15 please.'@@ You begin to reach into your wallet. @@.mc;'Actually since you've been such a compliant little thing, make it $10.' She winks at you, 'I treat obedience well.'@@ You say thank you and pay up, with a sense of unease, feeling as though they way her eyes linger over you contain something of the wolf surveying its prey...you must be overthinking this, she only got you to do most of the work you were supposed to pay her for anyway. Oh and the kneeling...and licking...and taking a spanking...but was it, bad, really? You got a $5 discount, that's a win //right//? Carmen takes your hand, @@.carmen;'there's my number, I really think you'd be a perfect fit.'@@ [[You head out, finally|AfterLaund][$carmenNumber to true, $negLaundry to false, $carmenWork to true, $maid to $maid + 1, $heels to $heels + 1, $submissive to $submissive + 1, $laundryHeels to true]]

Carmen sifts through the bag. @@.carmen;'You do have excellent taste dear.'@@ She lifts up a particularly tiny beige g-string and chuckles. @@.carmen;'I really can't imagine how you squeeze into some of these things, most of the guys I've been with would rip through these in an instant. All girls do pay a price to look good I suppose, I don't think my ribs have recovered from the last corset I wore.'@@ You nod and agree, trying to keep your eyes fixed on the floor out of embarrassment. @@.carmen;'I'm jealouse of some of these stockings...you have quite the collection you know. How long have you been buying this stuff?'@@ How long would it take for someone to get all this stuff? What's a reasonable amount? @@.mc;'Erm...about 2 years I guess?'@@ @@.carmen;'Hmmm, so a bit of experience but still quite...fresh. Do people know you like this stuff?'@@ @@.mc;'No, no they don't. I've only just moved here anyway.'@@ @@.carmen;'So you just walk into a launderette and expect nobody to notice? Or perhaps, did you want an //attractive// woman to find out your //proclivity//?'@@ @@.mc;'Uhh actually I just assumed a launderette would be self service...'@@ @@.carmen;'Haha oh hun you really are new here! We're allll about customer ''service'' in this town!'@@ @@.mc;'Well, that's nice I guess.'@@ She flashes you a big smile. @@.carmen;'I hope I didn't embarrass you //too// much. Though it was fun to watch you squirm a bit. Not that you put up too much resistance! Maybe you enjoyed outing yourself to me hmmm?'@@ You guess it would seem you were willing...but she didn't believe your predicament and you were desperate. You didn't actually want to show her did you, deep down? Impossible. @@.mc;'I-'@@ @@.carmen;'Oh I better get the rest of this done.'@@ [[Carmen puts your washing on]]

@@.carmen;'I'll be sure to put them on a delicate wash for you, wouldn't want to spoil your enjoyment of these.'@@ @@.mc;'Thanks,'@@ you reply. Wondering how much longer you're going to have to pretend you're a crossdresser for. Does it count as pretending if you're actually wearing panties? You try to stop thinking about it. @@.carmen;'Do you just have girly underwear then?'@@ @@.mc;'Uhhh, yes?'@@ @@.carmen;'So is it a sexual thing? Or I guess cause you've kept it private and don't go out in normal women's clothes?'@@ @@.mc;'Why are you asking me all these questions?!'@@ Will she stop asking you all this embarrassing stuff? Please let her stop. @@.carmen;'Oh come on it's interesting! It's not everyday a guy wearing panties comes in with a huge bag of sexy underwear!'@@ @@.mc;'I guess not.'@@ @@.carmen;'Well then, does it turn you on?'@@ You think back to getting hard at Cheryl's. It doesn't excit you does it? It was just because of being around a bombshell like her, surely...Why would wearing this stuff excite you sexually, it doesn't make sense. @@.mc;'No, it's not a sexual thing'@@ you say trying to remain calm. @@.carmen;'Hmmm, then what, just a bit of fun? Want to feel pretty?'@@ @@.mc;'I...just a bit of fun I guess?'@@ @@.carmen;'You //guess//? All this stuff and you //guess//. Well I //guess// you're just too shy to let on. Well, we all need our own secrets. I'll go get on with some more work, your stuff shouldn't be too long.'@@ You wait for it to complete. Carmen gets on with some paperwork and deals with other customers. [[Your load appears to be finished]]

@@.carmen;'Alright $name your stuff is done. That'll be $15 please.'@@ You hand over the money and take the bag of clothes back. @@.carmen;'It's been a pleasure to meet you! Please do come again, your stuff is in safe hands here!'@@ Carmen laughs. @@.mc;'Thanks Carmen.'@@ She grabs your hand, @@.carmen;'here's my number. We should go shopping sometime! I'd love to get you some stuff that isn't just underwear!'@@ @@.mc;'Yeah...uhh maybe, I guess.'@@ @@.carmen;'Oh we really should.'@@ She winks at you, @@.carmen;'you could show me how you squeeze into that g-string as well.'@@ You say you'll consider it, while trying to make a quick exit. [[You exit|AfterLaund][$negLaundry to false, $exhibition to $exhibition + 1, $carmenShopping to true, $carmenNumber to true, $ass to $ass + 1, $crossdress to $crossdress + 1, $laundryShowOff to true]]

<<if $negLaundry isnot true>>\ You head back to your place to drop the laundry off. <</if>>\ You decide to put what happened at the launderette behind you, for now at least. You still need to find a job, you have a few potential options, and money is sort of important to living. Nevertheless, you still feel an urge to see Cheryl. You can put the job hunt off for a little longer. <<if $laundryShowOff is true>> [[You head to the Cafe|laundryShowOffThought]] <<elseif $laundryHeels is true>> [[You head to the Cafe|laundryHeelsThought]] <<else>> [[You head to the Cafe]] <</if>>

@@.mc;'I...I don't know how to prove it.'@@ @@.carmen;'Well if that's the case, then I'll just be holding on to these. Goodbye sir.'@@ @@.mc;'What? No give them back to me.'@@ @@.carmen;'No, these aren't yours. If there's a real mistake then I am sorry, but as far as I know you've stolen some poor woman's underwear. So please leave sir.'@@ You don't know what to do, you don't want to cause a scene... [[You leave.|AfterLaund][$negLaundry to true]]

As you enter Cheryl notices you, @@.woman;'Heyyy how's my new favorite person?'@@ She gives you a big friendly hug and genuinely looks happy to see you. <<if $cafeBluePanties>>\ @@.woman;'Soooo. Are you wearing anything //special// today?'@@ She grins at you expectantly. @@.mc;'Uhhh, such as?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't be coy. How's the underwear situation today?'@@ @@.mc;'Oh I'm the one being coy? You know I haven't exactly had much choice to not-'@@ @@.woman;'Oh but you had //plenty// of choice.'@@ @@.mc;'But not...you've got me wearing women's...'@@ @@.woman;'You've still had a choice!'@@ @@.mc;'Not one that I want!'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't be that way. The blue ones were good yesterday!'@@ @@.mc;'But still I don't-'@@ @@.woman;'//Stop//. You don't need to put up this act OK? I mean fine I know you're not going to put on the //pink// ones, but come on it's just a bit of fun!'@@ @@.mc;'Fine...I'm just still not used to you know...wearing...'@@ @@.woman;'Don't worry $name! I'll get you trained up! So come on, which have you got on today? hmmm?'@@ You blush. Why did she have to [[say that about the pink...]] <<else>> @@.woman;'Sooo got any plans for today? How's the job hunt?'@@ @@.mc;'I have a few options...I just haven't decided yet.'@@ @@.woman;'Well don't forget I can hook you up!'@@ @@.mc;'I might, I'm not sure about the rest of my options really.'@@ @@.woman;'I'm sure mine would be a lot of fun, it's a new club or bar or something I think, so I'm sure there'll be lots of pretty girls there for you!'@@ That doesn't sound bad now does it? @@.woman;'So yeah let me know...we can do it now if you want?'@@ [[You deicde to accept the offer, it sounds better than the others][$barJob to true]] [[No, you can't see yourself working at a club or bar...and feel you've already encountered more pretty girls than you can handle|thischoice2]] <</if>>

@@.mc;'Alright sure why not.'@@ @@.paris;'Well then,'@@ Paris says slightly surprised, @@.paris;'maybe you've got bigger balls than I thought.'@@ @@.marion;'Go on $name, let's see how you do'@@ Marion adds while smirking. @@.mc;'Wish me luck.'@@ You stand up and walk over to the stunning woman, struggling to remove your eyes from her thighs. How should you approach her? [[Offer her a drink, play it safe to start]] [[Compliment her dress]]

@@.bianca;'I'm never one to turn down a drink, get me a glass of red.'@@ You turn to the bar tender and get her a large glass of red wine. @@.bianca;'Oooh a large one, not trying to get me drunk are you?'@@ @@.mc;'Oh no...I, no I just wanted an icebreaker I guess.'@@ @@.bianca;'I don't mind you know. It's easier to fuck me if I'm a bit drunk.'@@ She sure is being...forward. Is this some sort of trap from Paris and Marion? The woman knocks back her glass of wine. @@.bianca;'Come on then honey, get me another one and tell me your name.'@@ @@.mc;'Oh ok. I'm $name, and you?'@@ You order another drink for her. @@.bianca;'I'm Bianca, pleasure to meet you and all that.'@@ She takes her glass and takes a large gulp of wine. @@.bianca;'So, what drew you to come over and buy me a drink?'@@ [[Be forward, she doesn't seem as though she'd mind]] [[Play it safe still, it's going fine so far]]

@@.bianca;'Oh my dress? Well thank you. Most guys seem to miss that and go for the stuff //under// it.'@@ @@.mc;'Yeah, well I mean that too of course...it's just a nice dress is all.'@@ @@.bianca;'That's very sweet of you. I'm not sure it goes with these heels though. What you do think?'@@ You look down at her <<linkappend"heels." t8n>> [img[images/biancaHeels.jpg]]<</linkappend>> @@.mc;'They seem to go alright to me...'@@ They are particularly striking...almost threatening in appearance, but no doubt are they sexy. @@.bianca;'I can't help but think I should've painted by toenails a different color though...should I have gone with red to match my dress and lips rather than white?'@@ @@.mc;'Uhh, why are you asking me all this stuff about the way you dressed?'@@ @@.bianca;'Oh well you know...it's nice to have a guy's opinion on the things I wear. It's rather refreshing.'@@ @@.mc;'I mean I was just using it as an icebreak-'@@ @@.bianca;'So, white nails or red?'@@ @@.mc;'Well, uh, I mean read is good...the white goes well with black though.'@@ @@.bianca;'Oh well of course, all us girls know white goes great with //black//.'@@ [[For some reason you have difficulty not looking at her heels]]

@@.mc;'Well those thighs for a start.'@@ @@.bianca;'Haha thank you! Flattery will get you far.'@@ She crosses her legs, revealing the highest part of her thigh. @@.bianca;'I assure you they feel as good as they look.'@@ @@.mc;'I'd love to test that theory out.'@@ She leans towards you. @@.bianca;'Buy me another drink and you might just get to.'@@ You look at her glass, empty once more. Just when did she manage to knock that back? You hastily order another glass. @@.bianca;'Soooo come on tell me a little bit about yourself $name. Do you always go up to random women in bars? Are you a bit of a casanova?'@@ @@.mc;'Oh no, I just got out of a relationship and thought you looked like you'd be a lot of fun. You are a lot of fun aren't you Bianca?'@@ She lasciviously looks at you, @@.bianca;'of course, I can be a //big load// of fun.'@@ She takes your hand and places it on her thigh. @@.bianca;'Feels good doesn't it.'@@ The feel of smooth, soft but firm thigh sends your heart pulsating. @@.mc;'Fantastic.'@@ @@.bianca;'Mmm I knew you'd like it.'@@ You try to move your hand slightly higher up her thigh but she stops you. @@.bianca;'Don't push your luck, I'll let you know when you can do more.'@@ [[You decide to push your luck further]] [[You keep your hands to yourself, for now]]

@@.mc;'Oh you know, pretty woman at a bar and all that, standard stuff.'@@ @@.bianca;'Oh very...charming? Well thanks for the drink again. Do anything interesting with your life?'@@ You chat for a while, exchanging fairly dull pleasantries, but she doesn't seem to be that interested. You offer another drink but she declines. You begin to lose hope and start to say you'll go back to sit with Paris and Marion but she stops you. @@.bianca;'Oh don't do that. I know they sent you over here, you're new to town and seem sort of low on confidence I get that. They just wanted to throw you an easy lay, which is nice of them. Tell you what, I'm going to go to the bathroom, meet me there in a couple of minutes, last stall on the right.'@@ She gets up, rubs your shoulder and walks to the bathroom. You wait for a while and then follow her into the bathroom. As you pass, Paris and Marion give you a cheeky grin and wave. [[Enter the bathroom stall][$biancaGossip to true]]

@@.bianca;'Stop.'@@ Bianca glares at you. @@.bianca;'Why did you have to go and ruin it? Guys sometimes I swear. Get away from me.'@@ @@.mc;'But I-'@@ @@.bianca;'Go away, thanks for the drinks.'@@ You turn away from her. Paris and Marion seem to have gone home. [[You go home as well and go to bed, cursing your stupidity|sleepNightTwoMerge]]

You remove your hand, hoping this placates Bianca. @@.bianca;'I didn't say you have to take it off completely you know, just not so high up. But, at least you stopped when I told you to...So what do you do?'@@ @@.mc;'Oh well, I'm inbetween jobs right now, I just moved here yesterday'@@ @@.bianca;'Ahh I wondered why I didn't recognise you, well it's always good to have another guy around town.'@@ @@.mc;'Thanks, what's your line of work then?'@@ @@.bianca;'Oh you know this and that, but stripping mainly.'@@ @@.mc;'Oh yeah? I'm sure you make a ton with a body like that right?'@@ @@.bianca;'Hahaha, you should see the amount some of the desperate guys pay. I feel kind of bad sometimes, but heels like this don't come cheap.'@@ @@.mc;'I'm sure you're worth every penny.'@@ @@.bianca;'Oh I am. But how much do you think that would be?'@@ @@.mc;'Uhh, $100?'@@ @@.bianca;'Ha, honey that...'@@ She leans towards you, exposing her heavy cleavage. @@.bianca;'That might get you a quick flash, but you're going to have to spend a little more for the good stuff.'@@ @@.mc;'You'd drain my bank dry in a short space of time I'm sure, but it may well be worth it.'@@ Bianca runs her tongue over her lips. @@.bianca;'Oh I'd drain more than just your bank account.'@@ [[You gulp.]]

@@.bianca;'Get me another drink would you? I'm just going to go freshen up in the bathroom.'@@ You order another glass of wine and a beer for yourself. You look around the place, wondering who thought so much garish neon purple and pink was a good idea? You hadn't noticed the stage earlier either. Is that...a stripper pole? Hmmm maybe Bianca works here, surely she'd have mentioned that though. Is she working right now...on you? You look to where Paris and Marion are sitting but they seem to be gone. It's getting late but not too late, not that you'd know it with how dark this place seems to be. You sit waiting for a while, wondering what Bianca's getting up to. She hasn't done a runner has she? Oh, no. You see her walking towards you hips swaying, tits bouncing. You really would pay good money to see those. @@.bianca;'Sorry I took so long! I just wanted to look nice and sexy for you. She takes the glass and downs half of it.'@@ A giggle escapes her mouth. @@.bianca;'I think I might be getting a bit drunk now!'@@ @@.mc;'So does that mean I get a bit more.'@@ @@.bianca;'Oh you guys, always thinking of one thing...but yes.'@@ She turns on her seat towards you, parting her legs. Is she...has she taken her underwear off? Is that why she went to the bathroom? @@.bianca;'Come on, kiss me then.'@@ You lean in and lock lips, christ it feels good to kiss a woman. You feel yourself getting lost in her full lips as she pulls away. @@.bianca;'Not bad, you'll do. Shall we go?'@@ You mumble and stutter but manage to get a yes, still bemused by the situation. You head out the bar, or club or whatever it actually is and take a quick taxi home. Her hands rove across your body but she only allows you to feel her thighs. [[You head inside your home][$biancaGossip to true]]

You offer her a drink. @@.bianca;'Really? A drink now? Don't be silly, where's your bedroom.'@@ As you head to your bedroom you see Marion walking to the bathroom, she gives you a smile and a thumbs up. She slips her dress down to her waist, now displaying her fantastic, supple <<linkappend "breasts" t8n>>[img[images/biancaBreasts.jpg]]<</linkappend>> @@.bianca;'You like? These babies are worth much more than $100 aren't they?'@@ @@.mc;'Yes...wow.'@@ She puts her arms around your neck and whispers into your ear @@.bianca;'be careful or I'll hold you to that. Now show me how much you like my tits.'@@ You grabs her tits and massage them gently, kissing them and swirling your tongue gently around her nipple. @@.bianca;'Mmm yes.'@@ She drops her dress completely to the ground. She wasn't wearing panties. You feel her hands pressing down on your head. @@.bianca;'Lower $name, I want you //much// lower.'@@ You move down her stomach, but her hands continue to push you down, you reach below her navel. @@.bianca;'Let me sit on the bed, you need to get on your knees and pleasure me.'@@ You do as your told and get to work, beginning by gently playing with her clit. You continue for a while, the moans and moisture signalling that you must be doing something right. Her legs wrap around your neck and pin you in place, her thick thighs squeezing you in. She lets out a much loader moan. @@.bianca;'Not bad at all $name. I think you deserve something from me. Let's see what you're hiding.'@@ [[You begin to strip down]]

You take off your shirt. @@.bianca;'Well, at least you're...trim, do you shave your chest? It's nice and smooth.'@@ Bianca runs her hand over your chest and tantalisingly just below your bellybutton. @@.bianca;'Come on, off with the rest of it!'@@ You unbuckle your belt and strip down to your underwear. <<if $wearBlueGString is true>>\ @@.bianca;'Oh my god what the fuck are you wearing? You bring a woman back for sex while wearing //those//?!'@@ You'd forgotten about your underwear...so taken in by Bianca's //charms//. You rapidly pull your trousers back up. @@.mc;'It's not what you think, forget about them, it doesn't matter.'@@ You move back in the kiss Bianca, trying to salvage the situation but she slaps you away. @@.bianca;'I don't want to know whatever perverted shit you want to pull, to think I let you...ugh. While wearing...you weirdo.'@@ She frantically gets redressed. You follow her with a bit of distance to the front door, [[she calls you a freak while giving you a disgusted look.]] <<else>>\ @@.bianca;'Come on and your underwear! This is always the most exciting part, the big reveal!'@@ She drops to her knees in front of you and pulls your underwear down. You're sure you hear her emit a slight sigh, but she quickly wraps her lips around the head of your cock. You soon forget any possible sigh as her mouth takes in all of your shaft, she fondles your balls and focuses on the head of your cock. This is the best head you may have had, ever. You're soon brought to the edge of an orgasm. You groan. She stops blowing you. @@.mc;'Oh come on, already? No you're not cumming before you fuck me.'@@ [[She gets onto the bed, inviting you in]] <</if>>

@@.bianca;'Fuck me!'@@ You get in behind her, sliding your cock into her tight pussy. You start off slow, wary of blowing your load but she grind her hips on your dick, and you respond in kind, ramming in to her. @@.bianca;'Aaah, harder! Faster! Yes!'@@ You pick up the pace, grabbing her ass and pulling her hard on your cock. It feels so good, but you're not going to last long. @@.bianca;'Deeper!'@@ You're in as far as you can go. @@.bianca;'I said deeper, fuck me like you mean it!'@@ You're about to blow your load, you make that clear. @@.bianca;'Oh come on...don't cum inside me.'@@ You take your dick out and cum over her ass. [img[images/biancaCumAss.gif]] [[Bianca goes to the bathroom to clean up]]

You wish you could've had lasted longer, the way her vagina contracted around your dick was amazing...guess that' why you blew your load so quick. You can't complain though, fucking a woman like Bianca on the second night since you've moved, maybe this was the right choice to make? Bianca returns and begins to get dressed. @@.bianca;'Well I'll see you around. That was...fun, I guess.'@@ She gives you a peck on the cheek and you see her out the door. You turn around and see Paris and Marion beaming at you. @@.paris;'Woo! Go $name! What a ''stud''.'@@ Paris laughs. @@.paris;'You almost managed to keep her up til 12 o'clock! Such a gentleman, letting her go home early like that, very efficient.'@@ @@.marion;'Oh don't be mean Paris, he managed to bring her home at least, you should know as well as anyone there's not much foreplay with Bianca now shouldn't you!'@@ @@.paris;'Oh quiet, it was //one time//. I'm only teasing you $name, first night in the house and you've already got a notch on the bedpost. Keep it up and I'll have competition'@@ she winks at you. You chat for a while, they seem to treat you a bit better, as though bringing back Bianca has proved something to them. [[You go to bed after a while|sleepNightTwoMerge][$paris + 1, $marion + 1, $biancaSex to true]]

@@.bianca;'Right then, I'm not going to let you fuck me. But there's no guy in the world who wouldn't turn down a free blowjob now is there?'@@ @@.mc;'N-no, I guess not.'@@ Bianca gets to her knees in front of you, and unbuckles your belt. Your pants fall down to your ankles. <<if $wearBlueGString is true>>\ @@.bianca;'Wait, what the fuck are these?'@@ She pulls on your g-string. A wave of shame washes over you. @@.bianca;'Is this some kind of joke? Did they force you to come over to me to humiliate you?'@@ There's a look of pity in her eyes. You finally manage to overcome your shame to answer. @@.mc;'No...it's a long story. But no Paris and Marion didn't force me to wear...these.'@@ @@.bianca;'I don't know if I want to hear that story...I guess they're sort of cute, I guess? On a guy like you at least. Do you want women to know you wear panties? Did you secretly hope I'd reject you and humiliate you?'@@ She pauses briefly. @@.bianca;'I mean I guess I could play along, I've had guys ask for worse things...'@@ @@.mc;'No I don't want that. I...I just couldn't turn down your off could I?'@@ @@.bianca;'Ha well I guess not! Are you //sure// you don't like showing yourself off to women like this, like some sort of fetish thing?'@@ @@.bianca;'No, I really don't...'@@ She seems to have forgotten about giving you a blowjob, too amused by a guy in a g-string. [[She runs her finger over the outline of your penis, which twitches in response.]] <<else>> She proceeds to pull down your underwear and gets to work on your dick. She's clearly skilled, taking it all, using her tongue and fondling your balls. She brings you to the edge a couple of times, making eye contact as she does. She releases it from her mouth. @@.bianca;'How do you want to cum? Shall I swallow it?'@@ @@.mc;'Uhh yeah however you want to do it...'@@ @@.bianca;'Alright, just let me know when you're cumming.'@@ She focuses on the head, it's not long until you scream that you're cumming. She takes it all and wipes her mouth. @@.mc;'Mmm thanks for the big load. I hope that makes you feel better.'@@ [[You leave the bathroom first][$exhibition to $exhibition + 1, $biancaBlow to true]] <</if>>

You sit back with Paris and Marion. @@.paris;'That was quick,'@@ @@.mc;'W-was it? I mean it was only a blowjob...'@@ @@.paris;'Ohh right, didn't seal the deal, but even so...'@@ Bianca walks past the table and gives you a little wave. You wave back, and strangely notice Paris and Marion waving at her too. You evade other questioning and head back home. You get back and say goodnight. [[You go to bed|sleepNightTwoMerge]]

@@.bianca;'You know, I'm used to guys not looking at me in the eyes. But gawking at my heels really?'@@ She grabs her breasts @@.bianca;'It's usually these babies that do it.'@@ You struggle to come up with a reasonable response...she does have fantastic breasts. @@.bianca;'Maybe you //are// more interested in my clothes?'@@ @@.mc;'No...it's just you brought it up and I don't know I got lost in my thoughts that's all. You do have fantastic...'@@ @@.bianca;'Fantastic what?'@@ she leans over towards you, smiling. @@.mc;'B-breasts.'@@ @@.bianca;'Ohh well thank you! You prefer them to my bra then?'@@ @@.mc;'Yes...of course.'@@ @@.bianca;'Haha, well not //of course//, not after the way you've behaved so far. What's your name anyway? Rather than thinking of you as clothes perv, I'd like a name.'@@ @@.mc;'It's $name, you?'@@ @@.bianca;'I'm Bianca.'@@ [[A waitress approaches both of you]]

The waitress looks at Bianca. 'Hey there, got a drink for you from the guy sitting at the table over there.' She gestures towards a table behind you, where a smartly dressed black guy is sitting. @@.bianca;'Ooooh thank you!'@@ She waves over to the black guy and blows a kiss. @@.mc;'Do you know him?'@@ You ask. @@.bianca;'I don't think so...he looks //nice// though. Plus a girl can never turn down a free drink.'@@ @@.mc;'Yeah I...guess'@@ @@.bianca;'Oh you don't mind do you?'@@ @@.mc;'Mind? Why would I mind?'@@ @@.bianca;'Well...I mean I know we've just been talking about girly clothes stuff. But to him...it looks like you're trying to chat me up and to well you know...buy me a drink while you're trying...'@@ @@.mc;'Oh well, I mean I can't stop a guy buying a pretty woman a drink you know?'@@ @@.bianca;'But isn't it kind of...insulting? He's just ignored you...or basically said you haven't got a chance just by buying a drink.'@@ You notice her eyes keep glancing over at him. @@.mc;'Well I guess I just disagree.'@@ She doesn't look back at you. @@.bianca;'He's just...emasculated you...the nerve...I think. I think I'm going to go have a little chat with him, do you mind? Could you watch my purse and keep my seat? Thanks'@@ [[You watch her walk over to him]]

She initially just stands next to the table, but he quickly motions for her to sit down and she accepts. Time passes, you can hear a lot of giggling and see a lot of touching. You wonder how much longer she'll take to thank a guy for buying her a drink... The waitress comes back over to collect the glass she left, and seems to give you a look of pity. You look back over to the table, he now his arm around her shoulder. You stare into the bottom of your glass. How much longer is she going to be? How much longer should you wait? You did say you'd watch her purse...it'd be rude to stop, right? Should you go over there and talk to them? Eventually she comes back over to you. @@.bianca;'Thanks for watching my purse and seat! You're a sweetie. I hope I wasn't too long, Marcus was just so funny though! I guess I could've taken my purse over there...I hope you didn't mind sitting and watching us.'@@ @@.mc;'No...no I was fine.'@@ @@.bianca;'Oh well that's good to know. I'm just going to go to the bathroom quickly!'@@ [[You watch her head to the bathroom]]

You order another beer, wondering how long you'll have to wait this time. You look around the bar, Marcus doesn't seem to be at his table anymore. Paris and Marion are walking over to you. @@.paris;'Heyyy, having fun?'@@ @@.mc;'Yeah...'@@ @@.paris;'What's happened to the woman?'@@ @@.mc;'Oh she just went to the bathroom, she'll be back soon.'@@ Paris smiles. @@.paris;'What about the guy at the table?'@@ @@.mc;'Uhh I guess he left?'@@ Marion laughs, @@.marion;'well, we're heading off as well, have a good one.'@@ <<if $carryBags is true>>\ @@.paris;'At least we've found out you're great a clutching a purse. You might come in some use!'@@ <</if>>\ Paris and Marion leave. You sit and wait. And wait. Women sure do take a long time in the bathroom. [[You continue to wait for Bianca.]]

You notice here adjusting her hair and dress as she walks over to you. @@.bianca;'I'm baaack, sorry about making you wait so much! Marcus was very naughty sweeping me away like that wasn't he? Most guys wouldn't have stuck around for me you know, I think I like you already.'@@ @@.mc;'Well...I thought it'd be rude to not look after your purse you know...'@@ You see Marcus exiting the bathroom. @@.mc;'Was he..? Was he in there with you?'@@ @@.bianca;'That's just what I was moving on to! I've got //no doubts// about my nail color anymore! Marcus was such a great help.'@@ @@.mc;'Oh, he was interested as well?'@@ @@.bianca;'Oh yes he was very interested about the black and white issue. Extraordinarily //forceful// too.'@@ @@.mc;'Well, what's the verdict?'@@ @@.bianca;'Black definitely goes with white. It's a //perfect// fit. You think so too don't you?'@@ [['Yeah I mean I guess...']]

@@.bianca;'Oh christ these heels are killing me. The price us women pay for beauty' She stops walking. 'I can't do this anymore.'@@ She takes off her heels. @@.bianca;'Would you mind carrying these for me?'@@ You oblige...you're still going back to her place, you can handle carrying some shoes and a purse. @@.bianca;'We're here!'@@ She takes her heels and purse back off you. @@.bianca;'Thanks so much you've been such a perfect gentleman this evening! Well, goodnight I'll see you around!'@@ @@.mc;'Err, could I get a cup of coffee maybe?'@@ @@.bianca;'Oh I mean, I'm kind of tired out you know? Plus I have to get up in the morning and do stuff...some other time maybe?'@@ @@.mc;'Oh. Yeah I guess, sleep well.'@@ @@.bianca;'Aww you look disappointed...you know what, maybe you can come over sometime and help me pick out outfits?'@@ @@.mc;'I mean, I guess.'@@ @@.bianca;'Oh it'd be great. Oooh you know, you and Marcus made such a great team together, you could both come over! That'd be so good! Anyway I really should be going to bed!'@@ You watch her enter her home, and head back to yours and eventually [[go to bed|sleepNightTwoMerge][$biancaGossip to true, $biancaRace to true]]

You flick around the tv channels...never have you seen so many just for selling women's clothes, makeup and so many other things...nor so many soap operas anr reality tv shows. You begin to doze off a little. <<if $cherylStronger>>\ @@.woman;'Ugh $name! Maybe you're more of a typical guy than I thought.'@@ She grabs your arm. @@.woman;'Come on, don't make me force you, or is this your way of getting@@ <a class="popup woman"><ins>a real spanking?'</ins><img src="images/realSpanking.gif"/></a> You begin to put up a bit of a fight but are stopped dead as you see what she's wearing. You stare blankly. A situation like this has become so alien to you that your brain seems to have forgotten how to function. However, some other parts of you body have retained muscle memory. One part of you has definitely perked up. @@.woman;'$name? Are you going to do as I tell you?'@@ @@.mc;'Uh yeah, yeah. Say, uh.' You just about collect your senses. 'Do you always wear ''that'' around your apartment?'@@ <img src="images/cherylRobe.jpg" class="title-round-corner"> [[You ponder the tiny pink satin robe she's in, not even halfway down her thigh and showing substantial cleavage.]] <<else>>\ @@.woman;'Aww feeling tired? Come on let's get something to eat that'll perk you up.'@@ You begin to thank her for her kindness, but you have trouble collecting your jaw after seeing what she's wearing. You stare blankly. A situation like this has become so alien to you that your brain seems to have forgotten how to function. However, some other parts of you body have retained muscle memory. One part of you has definitely perked up. @@.woman;'$name? Are we going to go cook something?'@@ @@.mc;'Uh yeah, yeah. Say, uh.'@@ You just about collect your senses. @@.mc;'Do you always wear ''that'' around your apartment?'@@ @@.woman;'What //this//? Yeah, it's comfortable, why? Don't you like it?'@@ <img src="images/cherylRobe.jpg" class="title-round-corner"> [[You ponder the tiny pink satin robe she's in, not even halfway down her thigh and showing substantial cleavage.|tinySatinRobe2]] <</if>>\

@@.woman;'Aww, well I'll help you get used to being beaten then!'@@ She seems to notice you don't look entirely thrilled with the situation. @@.woman;'Don't look like that, a bit of pain can be fun!'@@ @@.mc;'Uhhh, pain? What has that got to do with you beating me at arm wrestling?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh well you know...pain in the right //situation// I mean. You know as I was saying, all these testosterone filled guys, and their ''enormous'', //bulging//...'.@@ Cheryl tails off, seemingly caught in her thoughts. @@.mc;'Erm, you were saying?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh right uhh, oh yes, //biceps//. Hahaha oh I nearly said something else then, silly little me. But yeah guys with those...bulges...you know tend to be a bit rough. Whereas you...'@@ @@.mc;'Whereas I what?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh hun. Nevermind, forget I said anything I shouldn't.'@@ @@.mc;'No come on you can't just leave it like that.'@@ @@.woman;'Well I mean uh. Have you ever. Oh I don't know, spanked a woman?'@@ This strikes slightly too close to home. You tried to being more assertive with your ex. Deep down you //wanted// to be that, and you know she desired it too. But you just couldn't bring yourself to do it, and she didn't help. She seemed to find it more amusing than sexy, so it never really went beyond trying to make the first move. You suspected that's really why she ended up with Ethan, rather than the spiel she gave you. [['No, I can't say I have']]

@@.woman;'See. I mean, you know. I'm just saying most guys with uh bigger biceps...'@@ @@.mc;'You're saying if I was bigger I'd have spanked a woman? Isn't this BDSM stuff? I thought a lot of that was mental...rather than purely physical.'@@ @@.woman;'I mean I'm no //expert//. It's natural for a guy to enjoy a bit of violence isn't it? All those wars, the bar fights, sports. The coarsing testosterone...'@@ She looks you up and down. @@.woman;'It's not like the physical is independent of the mental either. Have you ever wanted to spank a woman?'@@ @@.mc;'I mean...yeah? I'd try almost anything once, it just hasn't really com up. But still, isn't it all about relinquishing control and so on?'@@ @@.woman;'Well, sure honey, to some extent I suppose. I don't really go in for anything hardcore you know so I can only really speak for myself, but, well I suppose I haven't experienced it with a small guy. I suppose that's not my type, you're good company for other stuff you know, but there's just something about being taken by a 6'4 hunk. And when they go for it, well, it adds to the sensation. If I was with a guy that I could beat up...I don't know if would do much for me.'@@ @@.mc;'Oh, I guess I hadn't thought of it like that. Maybe I'm meant to just be different to that...'@@ It stings a little deep down, you always knew women acted differently around bigger men. You just didn't know the difference was quite so stark in the bedroom as well. [[She can see you're still looking a bit dejected]]

@@.woman;'Don't worry you can still enjoy a spanking! It's a lot of fun on the receiving end. Plus it's way more interesting to meet a guy who isn't some big, dominant brute!'@@ @@.mc;'Hold on...I mean I didn't say anything about being on the receiving end.'@@ @@.woman;'You //did// say you'd be up for trying anything though didn't you? Plus you just said doing the spanking isn't really for you, soooo...'@@ @@.mc;'I guess I did sort of say those things...'@@ @@.woman;'Exactly! You know, I'm sure I could find a fair few guys who would lov-'@@ @@.mc;'Woah hold on, //guys//?!'@@ @@.woman;'Oh, you don't go that way, I just though-'@@ @@.mc;'No I do not.'@@ @@.woman;'Oh, well I guess I can't be right about everything. That's a shame, my friend James would've been perfect for you, I would've even done it with you, naughty girls together.'@@ @@.mc;'//Girls//?!'@@ @@.woman;'Well...ok, I mean I don't know any guys who've been spanked, it's the girls //role// you know?'@@ @@.mc;'No. Even if I was spanked, it wouldn't mean I'm a girl.'@@ @@.woman;'Well, like, I mean not physically. Well, sort of. I mean it's like...you're not some 100% alpha male type now are you? You're a bit...//girly//, so doesn't that sort of make you a bit of a girl? And then mentally...spiritually...you're a bit of a girl if you get spanked, surely?'@@ [[You really don't get where she's going with this]]

She can see you really don't follow. @@.woman;'I just mean like it's a spectrum you know. Like let's say...and this is //completely// hypothetical, ok? But if I was going to spank you...you'd go down the more //feminine// end of the spectrum briefly...and I'd take the more dominant //masculine// side. And that's just the more physical side. If you //enjoyed// being spanked, then you'd more spiritually be aligned with us girls.'@@ This is too much to really take in, you decide to just agree with whatever she's saying. @@.woman;'So, like with the arm wrestling you know? I'm a bit less feminine with having gone to the gym...I mean I'm still pretty feminine, that's what makes beating you so funny. But you're much, much less masculine than someone like Brad, who's huge and //loved// to spank me.'@@ @@.mc;'Alright, alright I think I get it...I'm not sure I want to be as feminine as you suggest though....'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't be silly! Really it makes you so much more fun. Trust me woman can get tired of big muscled hunks. It's fantastic to have a boy like you around, you can just fit in as one of the girls!'@@ @@.mc;'I don't want to b-'@@ @@.woman;'It'd be so much fun to have you with us. They'd love to talk to you about being spanked I'm sure! We know //allll// of each other's sexual fantasies. Trust me none of them would think any less of you for wanting to have your ass smacked either, it just makes for more interesting conversation.'@@ @@.mc;'I mean...I haven't said I //want// to. Anyway, plenty of women are into that stuff...it's just weird for a guy to like it...'@@ @@.woman;'I'm sure there are plenty of women around who'd want to be dishing it out for a change too, we could all end up wanting to try it out on you! They really wouldn't mind at all. We could give you loads of@@ <a class="popup woman"><ins>tips for things.'</ins><img src="images/tipsForThings.gif"/></a> [[You suppose there's potential in being around a group of women talking about sexual fantasies]]

@@.woman;'Oh you don't know the half of it. I'd have to take care of you the first time they met you though. God knows what they'd do to you considering the type of guys they're used to.'@@ @@.mc;'What do you mean?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh you know just //guys//. I suppose they're all sorta like what I've said about my Brad. Oh! No my friend Anna did date a guy who was only a few inches taller than her once, he might have only been six feet tall. But that didn't last long. Definitely the types to have you over their knee rather than the other way round! I can't even begin to imagine spanking them, it wouldn't make any sense, I doubt they'd even feel anything. But who knows how the girls would react with you...'@@ Cheryl's phone starts to vibrate. @@.woman;'Heyyy Amanda, how's it going?' -Oh I'm fine, I'm at the café with a guy I've just met, he's new around here. - Haha oh I wish, no it's nothing like that, he's different. - No, no honestly nothing like that. - Well, it's hard to describe, he's not quite like the guys around here, you should totally meet him it'd be a lot of fun. - Alright, some other time! Byeee.@@ @@.woman;'Sorry about that, that was just a friend - Amanda. She said she'd love to meet you sometime!'@@ She winks at you. @@.woman;'Say, $name...it's getting kinda late, fancy coming back to mine?'@@ [[You accept the invitation]]

@@.woman;'Can you cook?'@@ Cheryl asks. @@.mc;'Not really...why?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh hmmm, I thought I had you //pegged//. I guess you're still full of surprises thought. Men like Brad can't cook, I thought you might...'@@ @@.mc;'Nope, sorry'@@ @@.woman;'Hmmm, well. You're going to cook for me tonight, ok? I'm feeling kinda tired, I'll give you instructions'@@ @@.mc;'I guess learning some cooking would be useful.'@@ @@.woman;'Oh fantastic'@@ she responds. @@.woman;'Let me get my coat and keys to lock up, you can go outside. I won't be long.'@@ You check your mobile as you wait outside the café, no text, no calls. No surprise. You check the surroundings, there seem to be a fair few bars about. Not that they look like particularly esteemed establishments. ''//Slap//'' [[You feel a shot of pain on your right ass cheek. You spin around in shock to see Cheryl laughing.]]

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@@.woman;'Right then.'@@ She squeezes your hand. @@.woman;'Are you going to be good and tidy up the place, just a little for me?'@@ @@.mc;'Uhh, what about showing me to cook?'@@ She moves in closer to you, digging her nails into you chest slightly. @@.woman;'Come on $name, you wouldn't want to get on by bad side would you? I mean I am giving you a place to stay tonight.'@@ @@.mc;'OK, if you insist'@@ @@.woman;'Oooh this is fun! I like being the@@ <a class="popup woman"><ins>one to take charge.</ins><img src="images/forAChange.gif"/></a> @@.woman;Being the guy is great.'@@ She giggles. @@.woman;'Get me a beer from the kitchen!'@@ You go and get a beer, wondering how such a tiny slip of a woman has you doing this. @@.woman;'Thanks darling!'@@ Cheryl sits down and watches TV. [[You can't complain at the view she's giving you.]]

@@.woman;'Oh are you sure?'@@ Cheryl looks slightly disappointed. @@.mc;'Yeah...I mean wearing women's clothes? It's a bit much for me.'@@ <<if $lipstick>> @@.woman;'Is it really much worse than wearing lipstick though? It'd only be for one night as well. I like you in lipstick...'@@ @@.mc;'Hold on, you //want// me to wear your clothes?'@@ @@.woman;'Isn't it a fun idea?! I'm sure your figure would be really good in some of them too...it's fun to dress up.'@@ @@.mc;'My //figure//?'@@ @@.woman;'Sure you know, your build. Go on $name don't be a prude, they're all nice to wear trust me!'@@ [[You can't help but feel as though you want to please her...you give in|You bargain with yourself. But a decent nights sleep on the couch is the better option, you think]] [[Nope. Floor it is]] <<elseif $cherylStronger>> @@.woman;'It's not really much more than playing the role of the woman with me is it? Or more than accepting you'd get spanked?'@@ You blush a little. @@.mc;'That's...that's different. It was for fun and the other is just hypothetical.'@@ @@.woman;'Oh come on $name, give it a go!. You //clearly// had fun earlier, why deny the chance or more fun?! You got used to the apron, keeping on for way longer than necessary! I'm //sure// you'd like some silky nightwear too.'@@ @@.mc;'It sounds like you're trying to force-'@@ @@.woman;'It's only forced if you don't want to $name.'@@ She steps in close to you and whispers. @@.woman;'I know even if you don't want to admit it, something //deep// down wants it.'@@ She cups your balls and looks directly in to your eyes. @@.woman;'It would be such a shame if I had to hurt you to make you realise.'@@ You really didn't think fear would be your main emotion when imagining the first woman to touch your balls after you split with your ex. But, Cheryl had you in a rather vulnerable position. [[You give in to Cheryl, too scared to find out her reaction to saying no.|You bargain with yourself. But a decent nights sleep on the couch is the better option, you think][$bsm to $bdsm + 1]] <<else>> 'Well, I suppose that makes sense. Alright I'll see you in the morning, I hope you sleep well.' [[dead end mr. vanilla]] <</if>>

<<timed 2s t8n>>//''You drift off to sleep.''//<</timed>> <<if $crossdress gte 2>><<timed 4s t8n>> <<if $skipDreams is true>> <<if $lipDream>>[[Skip|lipDream]] <<else>>[[Skip|sleepcheryl]] <</if>> <</if>> <<video "getDress">><</timed>> <<timed 12s t8n>>You begin dreaming about an attractive lady, she is getting washed and eventually begins picking out some sexy black lingerie. She puts it on over her attractive body, but your mind lingers over the garments. How would @@.sissy;those stockings feel pulled over //your// legs,@@ they might be nice... <<next 7s>>You'd clip them onto the @@.sissy;garter belt@@ with relish wouldn't you? <<next 2s>>Wouldn't it show of your @@.sissy;cute butt?@@ <<next 2s>>Maybe you should @@.sissy;try a bra@@ sometime. <<next 4s>>Your minds shows the woman looking at the mirror. Wait, you're...you're looking at yourself in this dream? @@.sissy;//You're// the woman@@ in this dream. <<next 3s>>You hear a voice. @@.woman;'Oh they're going to be all over your, you hot slut!'@@<</timed>> <<if $lipDream>><<timed 34s>><<goto [[lipDream]]>><</timed>> <<else>><<timed 34s>><<goto [[sleepcheryl]]>><</timed>> <</if>> <<elseif $submissive gte 2>> <<if $skipDreams is true>> <<if $spankDream>>[[Skip|spankDream]] <<else>>[[Skip|sleepcheryl]] <</if>> <</if>> <<timed 4s t8n>>You see two attractive women acting amorously towards one another. You always did have a fantasy of lesbian lovers, maybe being in a threesome with them. <<next 3s t8n>>But then you notice their actions change. Is that...a leash? The taller blonde begins to walk without even gesturing to the other woman who obediently falls to the flaw and crawls behind her. <<next 4s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/obeyThought.gif" /> <<next 3s t8n>>Why would anyone do... <<next 1s t8n>>Then you see the content look on her face, basking in her subservience. <<next 2s t8n>>You want that feeling of contentment, don't you? <<next 2s t8n>>Why not @@.sub;//give up control//@@ <<next 2s t8n>>Know @@.sub;//your place//@@ <<next 2s t8n>>You were never meant to be the one in charge. <<next 2s t8n>>@@.sub;//Do as you're told//@@ <<next 5s>><<if $spankDream is true>><<goto [[spankDream]]>> <<else>><<goto [[sleepcheryl]]>><</if>> <<elseif $lipDream>><<goto [[lipDream]]>> <<elseif $spankDream>><<got [[spankDream]]>> <<else>><<timed 3s>>You have an uneventful night.<</timed>> [[You come around from your slumber]] <</timed>> <</if>>

@@.woman;'There you are sweetie. I was beginning to think you weren't going to join me! Come on sit down'@@ You sit down and look to see what you can eat. Cheryl seems to have provided some Muesli and avocado on toast. You've had plenty of breakfasts worse than this, but it isn't quite bacon and eggs. @@.woman;'Are you going to try to find a place to live in today?'@@ 'Yeah, that's number one on my list. I could do with finding a job too really.' @@.woman;'Well I think I might know an opening, a friend of a friend is opening a new place. Some sort of bar I think? Anyway I think they're still looking for bar staff or something. I can probably get you an interview if you want one?'@@ 'Sounds good. I'd rather get an apartment sorted and have a little look around at general job opening before committing to anything though if that's ok.' @@.woman;'Oh sure, just let me know!'@@ [[You finish your breakfast|You finish your breakfast2][$lipstickOn to false]]

@@.woman;'Would it be alright if you tidied up breakfast while I have a shower and get dressed? You did a great job yesterday!'@@ You say you don't see why not, it's not like you can do much else at the moment. Cheryl leans over and gives you a hug, her breasts press against the side of your face. She then ruffles your hair and walks off. @@.woman;'I won't be long!'@@ You tidy up, something seems different about the kitchen. Where's that odd jar? There was an odd jar wasn't there? You open up a few cupboards to no avail. Maybe you dreamt it. Cheryl finished in the bathroom and returns dressed for work. 'I really need to get going, you can use the bathroom and get ready and whatever and see yourself out alright? Good luck with the apartment and job hunting! Oh by the way, could you not use the big bottle of shower gel, that stuff is expensive as. There's a little bottle of one I got from a hotel in there as well, thanks!'' Cheryl leaves. You step into the shower and quickly spot the shower gel Cheryl meant. What hotel thought the design was appropriate? You wonder to yourself. The curved style looks eerily similar to the shape of a woman, and the style of the base creates the effect of an ass crack. Nevertheless you wash your body and hair. You get dressed with little incident. [[You head out of Cheryl's apartment|cityDay2]]

<<if $gstring is true>> You finish up in the shower. You start to put on your clothes, but you can't seem to find your underwear. You open the bathroom door. @@.mc;'Cheryl?'@@.mc; You call out. No response, seems as though she's gone out. You see your bag on the living room floor, and go to collect your underwear. You open it, but there's a note on top. <blockquote>Had to go out to work, let yourself out. @@.woman;I saw you put my g-string in your bag when getting your clothes so I thought I'd give you some others too! They should look great on you! Also I assume you won't be needing your boxers so I took them out. I put my number into your phone and took yours too. Call me if you need to sleep over again or about that job, or anything else! xoxoxox@@</blockquote> You look further into the bag and see an assortment of tiny panties. You can't believe women wear this stuff daily, you can't wear any of these surely. [[But you can't go commando, not in your now only wearable pair of trousers.][$cherylPhone to true]] <<else>> You finish up in the shower. You start to put on your clothes, but you can't seem to find your underwear. You open the bathroom door. 'Cheryl?' You call out. No response, seems as though she's gone out. You notice a note on the table. <blockquote>@@.woman;I put my number in your phone and yours in mine. Call me if you need to sleep over again or about that job, or anything else! xoxoxox@@</blockquote> [[You head out of Cheryl's apartment|cityDay2][$cherylPhone to true]] <</if>>

@@.woman;'Oooh you seem a bit eager. The blue high waist ones! Fantastic taste, an excellent choice if you want people to catch a peak too you naughty thing.'@@ @@.mc;'But...no I don't want anyone to see...'@@ @@.woman;'You wanted me to see though didn't you? Fond memories from last time perhaps?'@@ @@.mc;'Uhh no, forget that...'@@ @@.woman;'How can I? Especially now I can see you //straining// inside your panties. You may deny it, but this guy tells a different story.'@@ she cups your balls, @@.woman;'I bet you've been walking around hard like this //all// day, haven't you?'@@ @@.mc;'I...'@@ [[You admit it, you loved the feeling][$crossdress to $crossdress +1]] [[You deny it, you can't have someone think that about you]]

@@.woman;'Oh really? You mean to say that nice deep red is from just getting hard now?'@@ @@.mc;'Well...I mean, uh, it's not what you think really...'@@ @@.woman;'And just what do I think?'@@ @@.mc;'That I like wearing...'@@ @@.woman;'Women's panties? Well, certainly one part of you does. You shouldn't be embarrassed about it! I can get turned on when wearing sexy lingerie too.'@@ @@.mc;'But that's-'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't give me the whole only women should wear lingerie stuff. I mean //sure// most guys would look ridiculous and wouldn't even dream of it, why should that stop your enjoyment?'@@ @@.mc;'It's just...what are women going to think?'@@ @@.woman;'Well //I'm// a woman and I ''love'' you in panties, they look so //cute// on you!'@@ @@.mc;'I don't want to look cute...'@@ @@.woman;'Adorable then.'@@ @@.mc;'No, not that either.'@@ @@.woman;'Would you rather be slutty? I mean you'd need to wear something different...'@@ @@.mc;'H-how about just...handsome? Anything a bit more...masculine?'@@ @@.woman;'Aww honey, don't be like that. You've got to work with what God gave you. Trust me all my friends would eat you up!'@@ @@.mc;'I guess...'@@ @@.woman;'Good that's better, now. You've been walking about stiff and enjoying these all days //haven't you?//'@@ [[You accept it, she's right|You admit it, you loved the feeling]]

You can't take this. You rub one out quickly for that sweet release. Upon exiting the bathroom you see Cheryl standing with her arms folded. @@.woman;'You just relived yourself in my café's bathroom didn't you?'@@ @@.mc;'I...yes. I did.'@@ <<if $cherylStronger>>\ @@.woman;'Even after I explicitly told you you weren't allowed to cum?!'@@ @@.mc;'Well yes but I mean...you don't control-'@@ @@.woman;'In this café I damn well do! As I said what about other customers?!'@@ She looks pissed at you. @@.mc;'I'm, I'm sorry...I just really had to.'@@ <<if $mastBathroom>>\ @@.woman;'Even after I got you to cum earlier today?!'@@ @@.mc;'I couldn't help it...'@@ @@.woman;'Not good enough. But I suppose that really does show you love wearing panties, even more than I thought.'@@ @@.mc;'I'm sorry, really.'@@ <<else>>\ @@.woman;'Couldn't you have waited and done it later?'@@ @@.mc;'It was too much...'@@ <</if>>\ @@.woman;'Nope, not good enough.'@@ She walks up to you, cutting a strangely [[intimidating figure for such a slender woman.]] <<else>> @@.woman;'Oh you nasty nasty boy! In the bathroom of a café eww and I said you shouldn't!'@@ @@.mc;'I was desperate!'@@ @@.woman;'God guys sometimes! It's like you need to have some sort of device to control you! Wait hold on. Did those panties get you all worked up like that?!'@@ @@.mc;'I mean...you did tease...'@@ @@.woman;'But //still//, you were already pent up before me weren't you?! Hahaha I guess that means you're going to want to keep wearing them then huh??'@@ @@.mc;'No I mean...not all-'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't be silly $name, you clearly //love// wearing them, and I think they're great for you. It's settled, we can be underwear buddies! I'll totally let you borrow more if you need them! Oh you have so much more to learn, and to see what style and color suits you the most!'@@ @@.mc;'Well erm if you want it I guess'@@ @@.woman;'Aww see you're so nice, I'm glad you agree! I have such cute ones with bows...Alright, I forgive you, this is great!'@@ Cheryl eventually calms down and [[sits down|You pull up your trousers and walk out][$crossdress to $crossdress + 1]] <</if>>

@@.mc;'Oh I'm sorry, I'd love to go I've just made plans with someone else already...'@@ @@.paris;'Oh. Well that's alright, some other time. We'll get to know each other quick enough. We're gonna go get ready to go out, enjoy your evening!'@@ Paris and Marion head to their bedrooms. You get your phone and try to find Cheryl's number, you call it... @@.woman;'Hiii gorgeous!'@@ @@.mc;'Hi Cheryl, is it still ok if I come round to yours?'@@ @@.woman;'Of course it is! Does this mean your interview didn't turn out well?'@@ @@.mc;'Oh no no I got the place-'@@ @@.woman;'Oooh a celebration is definitely in order!'@@ @@.mc;'Haha yeah I guess'@@ @@.woman;'Didn't want to go out with your new roomies though?'@@ @@.mc;'Oh well I mean they seem...fine. I just wanted to see you again...'@@ @@.woman;'''Such'' a sweetheart. Come on over asap! You can help me get ready for Brad!'@@ @@.mc;'Alright, I won't be long. Bye.'@@ @@.woman;'Byeeee! Mwah.'@@ [[You hang up and head over to Cheryl's]]

With a little bit of trouble, but not too much you find yourself outside of Cheryl's building. She buzzes you in and you get to her front door. You ring the bell and the door opens soon after. The door swings open violently. @@.woman;'Thank God you're here! How do I look?!'@@ [img[Cheryl Dress|images/cherDressGreeting.jpg][CherylDoorOpen]]

@@.woman;'I need your opinions $name!'@@ she grabs your hand @@.woman;'I think you'll be ''amazing'' at picking out clothes for me to wear! I'm sure you'll enjoy it, in more ways than one!'@@ @@.mc;'I uh well ok? I guess I can help like that...'@@ She take you into her bedroom. @@.woman;'Right $name. First things first. Panties or not panties?'@@ @@.mc;'Oh...I thought it'd just be dresses...'@@ @@.woman;'Nope I want your help on everything! Come on!'@@ @@.mc;'Well I mean...panties can be sexy and less slutty than nothing so I guess?'@@ @@.woman;'Hmmm that's what I was thinking, it's good for you to back it up.'@@ <<if $blueGString is true>>Her eyes light up. @@.woman;'Oooh we can totes be matching panties buddies! I'm sure I have a pair practically identical to your ones! Oh //definitely// wearing panties now!'@@ Sure enough, she fishes out a pair almost exactly the same as the ones you're wearing.<</if>> @@.woman;'Alright, now a trickier one. Bra or no bra? Brad //loves// my tits, and of course no bra is hot, but a good push up bra can make them look...//spectacular//.'@@ You consider Cheryl's firm, gravity-defying rack...why does she need a bra? @@.mc;'I'd go no bra for sure.'@@ Wait, //I'd//? You don't have... @@.woman;'Hmmm I guess I could wear a deeper cut dress...alright, you seem to have good taste I'll go with it, plus you have a little bit of male insight'.'@@ Cheryl continues to question you on things like skirt length, how much cleavage, back style and so on. Most of the time you seem to both settle on the most revealing option. @@.woman;'Ok $name, I'm going to start to try some stuff on. Promise not to look, oh or actually go out of the room while I get dressed! Only Brad gets to see underneath tonight'@@ She lets out an excited giggle. [[You wait outside the room]]

She tries on a few dresses asking your opinion. After waiting outside and judging numerous times she eventually settles on a tiny purple dress, exposing her breasts, barely covering her ass and showing off a bit of midriff. You're half worried about Brad wanting to do it in front of you... Still, she persists on your opinion. @@.woman;'What lipstick would go with this?'@@ <<if $bradLipstick>>You think about Brad's reaction to seeing you in lipstick...@@.mc;'Uhh I don't know...why ask me about lipstick...?'@@ @@.woman;'But you looked so good in it yesterday come on! If this is about Brad yesterday just forget it, it'll be fine. Just give me your opinion!'@@ @@.mc;'Well, uh, red?'@@ <<else>>@@.mc;'Red?'@@<</if>> @@.woman;'Oh so passé, and not with purple...nor a blue g-string, no. Come on, what goes with purple...and what would you want to leave on a guy's dick while wearing@@ <<if $blueGString>>@@.woman;blue...well while wearing what you've got on now!'@@<<else>>@@.woman;blue panties?'@@<</if>> What?! You don't want to think about that... @@.mc;'Uh, what about a darker purple?'@@ @@.woman;'Ooooh yes, you certainly know how to smear a cock.'@@ @@.mc;'What?!'@@ She ignores you, applying her lipstick carefully. <<if $lipstick is true>>@@.woman;'Do you want some on you as well?'@@ @@.mc;'No thanks'@@ @@.woman;'But you picked it!'@@ @@.mc;'Not with Brad...'@@ @@.woman;'Oh he won't mind, he'll be more focused on me, go on it'll look good! You won't have to smear yours either! Not if you don't want to anyway.'@@ @@.mc;'No. I'm not wearing lipstick again.'@@ @@.woman;'Fiiine, I'll let you off tonight'.@@ <</if>>\ [[You wait patiently while she applies the rest of her makeup]]

@@.woman;'Finished! Do I look ok?'@@ She turns around, revealing subtle yet sultry makeup. @@.mc;'You look stunning!'@@ @@.woman;'Thanks $name, you really know how to prepare a girl for a date! Now for the final piece, my favorite heels!'@@ She rummages around in her wardrobe for a while. @@.woman;'Oh I love those so much!' She slips them on. 'What do you think? So pretty, right?'@@ [img[Cheryl Red Heels|images/cherylFavoriteHeels.jpg][Yeah they're lovely]]

You help her tidy up and make the place presentable. You do most of the work as Cheryl seems to have trouble doing much in what she's wearing. Why are you doing this? Wasn't this supposed to be a fun evening, maybe a little bit of cooking at most...but choosing her clothes and cleaning the place for them? Cheryl does genuinely seem happy that you're helping at least, she does seem to value you. @@.woman;'I really wish I could help you $name, I guess I hadn't considered cleaning in this stuff...you're a life saver'@@ You finish up finally, half of you feels as though you want to go to bed already. @@.woman;'Right we really need to get the food started, he says he's going to be 15 minutes! Do you want an apron?'@@ @@.mc;'Err...will it be the same one as last time?'@@ @@.woman;'Of course!'@@ [[You'll wear it, it still serves a function|dressCherylThought][$noApron to false]] [[No...you try to save some pride|dressCherylThought][$noApron to true]]

@@.woman;'Alright! I think it's still in the kitchen'@@ Sure enought it's there. Carefully folded on the table. [img[images/cherylApron.png]] She picks it up and puts it on over your head, tying you up front behind. @@.woman;'You know $name I think I might be a bit taller than you in heels now! It's fun being pretty much the same height as a guy! Really changes the dynamic!'@@ She playfully ruffles your hair. @@.mc;'Haha yeah...really fun...'@@ @@.woman;'Alright lookin' good $name!'@@ You start cooking some pasta under Cheryl's guidance, she insists she needs to sit down because her heels are painful. [[You hear the buzzer go]]

@@.woman;'Alright let's try something different this time! Let's get a tomato sauce going for some pasta or something, that'll be pretty quick!.'@@ You start cooking under Cheryl's guidance, she insists she needs to sit down because her heels are painful. You hear the buzzer go. @@.woman;'That must be him!'@@ Cheryl excitedly hurries to see, and opens the building's door for him. A few moments later there's a knock on the front door. @@.woman;'I'll go and let him in!'@@ Though not in the same room, you can still hear them. @@.woman;'Heeey Brad! Come in!'@@ @@.man;'Hey Cheryl! Damn you look hot!'@@ Cheryl giggles. @@.woman;'Oh you!'@@ @@.man;'Come on give me a kiss'@@ Brad says, almost demanding it. It goes quiet for a few moments but Cheryl then starts giggling again. @@.woman;'Stop it! Not yet! $name is in the kitchen!'@@ [['Who?']]

@@.woman;'That must be him!'@@ Cheryl excitedly hurries to see, and opens the building's door for him. A few moments later there's a knock on the front door. @@.woman;'I'll go and let him in!'@@ Though not in the same room, you can still hear them. @@.woman;'Heeey Brad! Come in!'@@ @@.man;'Hey Cheryl! Damn you look hot!'@@ Cheryl giggles. @@.woman;'Oh you!'@@ @@.man;'Come on give me a kiss.'@@ Brad says, almost demanding it. It goes quiet for a few moments but Cheryl then starts giggling again. @@.woman;'Stop it! Not yet! $name is in the kitchen!'@@ [['Who?!']]

Cheryl gets Brad to sit next to her. You remember to take off your apron this time. Brad compliments your food, @@.man;'this is pretty good! I don't know if it's Cheryl's guidance or what I still wouldn't cook myself but you're definitely not out of place in the kitchen.'@@ Cheryl chimes in, @@.woman;'he's good at cleaning too!'@@ Brad looks at you quizically. @@.man;'She's got you cleaning as well bro? Damn you'll be cleaning her laundry and shit at this rate, you've barely known each other for two days!'@@ @@.woman;'Sounds like a good idea to me!'@@ Cheryl titters, the wine must be getting to her. @@.mc;'Cheryl gave me a place to stay it was the least I could do.'@@ @@.man;'Alright man I'm only kidding with you!'@@ You continue to eat your meal, trying to tune out some of the flirting between Cheryl and Brad. [img[Cheryl Brad Flirt|images/cherylBradMeal.gif][You begin to clear the table]]

You all finish. 'Could you clean up for us $name?' Cheryl asks you, with her hand clearly groping Brads groin. Brad howls with laughter. @@.man;'Man she really has got you! Damn I've never known the guy to be the girl's bitch!'@@ @@.woman;'Brad! Take that back! $name isn't my...//bitch//.'@@ She looks at you with an apologetic expression. @@.man;'Oh come on, he's just doing what you tell him!'@@ @@.woman;'He's just being nice!'@@ @@.man;'Yeah yeah.'@@ Brad looks at you disrespectfully. @@.man;'If you're Cheryl's bitch, and Cheryl's //my// bitch...what does that make you to me?'@@ @@.woman;'I'm not your bitch Brad!'@@ Cheryl hits his arm, but it seems more playful than anything. You think back to Cheryl telling you how Brad often wouldn't allow her to wear clothes or how she did all the cooking, [[cleaning and so on...]]

@@.woman;'I have not! I made him go out of the bedroom while I changed thank you very much.'@@ @@.man;'Hahaha Oh man. Wait he helped you pick out clothes and he didn't even get to see the goods?! Good God man she's got you on lock. What else does he know?'@@ <<if $cherylStronger>>@@.woman;'Erm, //well//...he knows how you liked to spank me...'@@ Cheryl blushes. @@.man;'Damn right I do! Gotta keep you in your place. How on earth did that one come up though, did $name want to spank you?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh it's a long story you know we arm wrestled an-'@@ @@.man;'You //arm wrestled//?'@@ @@.woman;'Well yeah, I can't remember why but then we talked about big guys you know and I don't know it got on to dominance and how you'd spank me...'@@ @@.man;'So did $name spank you? Who spanks harder?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh I'm //sure// you spank harder Brad, but no he didn't spank me...I gave him a little tap though!'@@ Cheryl laughs. @@.man;'//You//, gave //him//?!'@@ Brad turns to you. @@.man;'Come on dude, how can you let a girl do that?'@@ You finally get a chance to talk, not that it's a question you really want to answer. @@.mc;'I mean, she did it while I wasn't looking you know...I wouldn't just let her...'@@ Cheryl interrupts you. @@.woman;'It was just a bit of fun! You didn't mind did you $name?'@@ @@.mc;'I guess not...'@@ @@.woman;'See it's all fine.'@@ Cheryl tries to move the conversation along. @@.woman;'Let's go watch the TV or something.'@@ [[You begin to move into the living room][$submissive to $submissive + 1]] <<else>>@@.woman;'Oh just how much of a brute you are in general, nothing too specific...'@@ @@.mc;'Does he know how you love to be spanked like a naughty girl?'@@ Cheryl blushes. @@.woman;'//Brad!//'@@ @@.man;'It makes her putty in your hands!'@@ Brad laughs. @@.man;'Not all chicks are down for it...but Cheryl here. Say $name, ever spanked a chick?'@@ @@.mc;'Err, no...I-'@@ @@.man;'No?! Oh man you gotta give it a go sometime. I'm sure Cheryl would let you.'@@ @@.woman;'//Brad!//. No!'@@ @@.man;'Oh come on why not? I wouldn't mind $name doing it, you know just for him to get a bit of experience.'@@ Cheryl looks down into her glass. @@.woman;'No...it just wouldn't be the same...'@@ @@.man;'Ha I guess you're right. Your bitch shouldn't get to spank you.'@@ Cheryl tries to move the conversation along. @@.woman;'Let's go watch the TV or something.'@@ [[You begin to move into the living room]] <</if>>

You notice Brad and Cheryl whispering to each other and laughing but think little of it. They let you walk out of the kitchen first. A hand strikes your butt. @@.mc;'Ow!'@@ @@.woman;'Sorry $name! Brad made me do it...'@@ Cheryl smiles sheepishly. @@.mc;'Oh, I...whatever.'@@ Brad laughs. @@.man;'Man and you don't even complain! I guess you really aren't the type who spanks chicks.'@@ Brad picks Cheryl up over his shoulder and carries her over to couch. @@.woman;'Put me down Brad! This is unfair you're too strong'@@ You sit down next to Brad and Cheryl who is perched on Brad's lap. You watch some television, continuing to drink alcohol. It's some terrible drama show you can't bring yourself to care about, with a ton of sex in it. Cheryl and Brad seem to be enjoying it, but also are getting progressively more amorous with on another. You knew you'd be a bit of a third wheel but it's beginning to get a bit much for you. The drama finishes and it seems as though they've half forgotten that you're even there with roving hands and lips on each other. @@.mc;'Erm...shall we watch something else.'@@ Cheryl looks at you @@.woman;'I don't know, I'm getting kind of tired you know? I think I might want to go to bed soon.'@@ Her eyes travel to Brad and she grins. @@.man;'Yeah bro I'm getting pretty sleepy too!'@@ @@.woman;'Are you going to go back to yours tonight $name? I mean you can always sleep on my couch tonight if you want.'@@ @@.mc;'Yeah...I think I'm gonna head back, thanks though. I had a nice time with you both.'@@ @@.woman;'Aww thanks, you were fantastic this evening! Thanks so much for helping me get ready!'@@ @@.man;'Yeah thanks man, the food was great!'@@ @@.woman;'Can you see yourself out?'@@ Cheryl asks. @@.mc;'Oh...yeah sure.'@@ You make your way out of Cheryl's home, glancing back briefly to say goodbye, but Cheryl was too busy straddling Brad. [[You get home and head to bed|sleepNightTwoMerge][$cuck to $cuck + 1]]

You eventually finish cooking, mainly thanks to the advice she gives inbetween flirting with Brad. Brad compliments your food, @@.man;'this is pretty good! I don't know if it's Cheryl's guidance or what, but you're definitely not out of place in the kitchen.'@@ Cheryl chimes in, @@.woman;'he's good at cleaning too!'@@ Brad looks at you quizically. @@.man;'She's got you cleaning as well bro? Damn you'll be cleaning her laundry and shit at this rate, you've barely known each other for two days!'@@ @@.woman;'Sounds like a good idea to me!'@@ Cheryl titters, the wine must be getting to her. @@.mc;'Cheryl gave me a place to stay it was the least I could do.'@@ @@.man;'Alright man I'm only playing with you!'@@ You continue to eat your meal, trying to tune out some of the flirting between Cheryl and Brad. [img[Cheryl Brad flirt|images/cherylBradMeal.gif][lookBackToFood]]

@@.woman;'Oh look at you! You're a mess...you can't keep these on!'@@ @@.mc;'But I haven't got anything else!'@@ <<if $blueGString>> @@.woman;'Well, you could always borrow something of mine...'@@ @@.mc;'No! Not with Brad here.'@@ @@.woman;'Oh I'm sure he won't mind'@@ @@.mc;'But I would...'@@ @@.woman;'Come on let's take off these first and put them in a wash.'@@ You take off your clothes, naked apart from your panties. @@.woman;'See you've been wearing those the whole time! What's the difference?'@@ @@.mc;'Brad can't see them!'@@ @@.woman;'Oh so what if he could?! So what if he thinks you're a bit of a sissy?'@@ @@.mc;'I am not!'@@ @@.woman;'Whatever...I guess I'll go see if I can find some guy's shirt.'@@ You wait in the bathroom, wondering what on earth Cheryl is going to come back with. [[She returns.]] <<else>> @@.woman;'Well, you could always borrow something of mine...'@@ @@.mc;'No! Not with Brad here.'@@ @@.woman;'Oh I'm sure he won't mind.'@@ @@.mc;'But I would...'@@ @@.woman;'Come on let's take off these first and put them in a wash.'@@ You take off your clothes, naked apart from your underwear. @@.woman;'Oh no those are stained as well!@@ <<if $mastBathroom>>@@.woman;Come on let's get these off.'@@ She yanks your underwear down. @@.woman;'Let's see the little guy again! No funny business like this morning!'@@<<elseif $laceBody>>@@.woman;Do you want to take them off too?'@@ @@.mc;'What, right now?'@@ @@.woman;'Sure, I mean I've pretty much seen it all anyway.'@@ @@.mc;'Fine...I guess.'@@<</if>> @@.woman;'Ok I'm gonna put them in the wash, back in a sec!'@@ You wait, fully naked, until she returns. @@.woman;'Alright, shall I go get you some of my clothes to change into?'@@ @@.mc;'I said no!'@@ @@.woman;'Fiiine, I could look to see if there's some guys clothes that might fit?'@@ @@.mc;'Please.'@@ You wait, Cheryl returns emptyhanded. @@.woman;'I have a shirt that might be ok, but that kind of leaves the bottom half a bit exposed?'@@ @@.mc;'Alright a shirt ok. Do...do you have any jeans or something sort of acceptable?'@@ @@.woman;'Sorry $name I'm not really a jeans girl...unless denim hotpants count?'@@ @@.mc;'No.'@@ @@.woman;'I think you'd look good in them though!'@@ @@.mc;'I can't wear your hotpants! Brad's already called me your bitch, I can't do that as well!'@@ @@.woman;'Don't be like that! You're not my bitch, not really. But anyway, if you've got it, flaunt it! That's what I always say!'@@ @@.mc;'Stop it Cheryl. Can we go an see if you have anything even half decent?'@@ @@.woman;'If you wear something of mine you're gonna have to wear some of my underwear too! I don't want you freeballin' in my clothes!'@@ @@.mc;'Fine, fine.'@@ [[You go to Cheryl's bedroom, making sure Brad isn't looking]] <</if>>

Cheryl opens her closet. @@.woman;'I mean I have plenty of stuff to choose from...there must be something you'd like.'@@ @@.mc;'Can I at least get that shirt on first?'@@ You put it on, the sleeves stretch far beyond your hands and the shirt goes midway down your thigh. @@.woman;'You could just wear that@@<<if $blueGString isnot true>> @@.woman;with some panties?'@@<<else>>?'<</if>> @@.mc;'But Brad might see my underwear!'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't be so precious, it's your own fault for not wearing an apron! I bet that was just because you didn't want Brad to see too!'@@ @@.mc;'Maybe...'@@ @@.woman;'Oh men and their egos!'@@ <<if $blueGString isnot true>>She tosses some panties to you, @@.woman;'put these on unless you want nothing on your lower half.'@@ You do as you're told, grudgingly. <<set $wearBlueGString to true>><</if>>\ You look in the mirror, you're sure the outline of your underwear is visible through the shirt... <<if $cherylStronger>><<set $submissive to $submissive + 1>>Cheryl looks at you angrily. @@.woman;'You know what $name, I'm disappointed in you.'@@ @@.mc;'What, why?'@@ @@.woman;'Because I thought I'd met a nice guy, without all the usual masculine hangups. One who didn't care if I wanted to do //girly// things or //manly// things, it wasn't an issue. I don't need another Brad or any of the countless other guys like him in my life.'@@ @@.mc;'But what if I just want to be like Brad.'@@ @@.woman;'Oh //come on//. How can you say that standing there in my panties? Brad wouldn't even come close to fitting in them, you can't be like Brad.'@@ @@.mc;'You could just be wrong about me...'@@ @@.woman;'No $name, don't deny you've enjoyed it, be honest. Give me that shirt back.'@@ @@.mc;'What? Why?'@@ Cheryl starts to unbutton your shirt and pull it off. @@.woman;'You just need a bit of a push is all, just trust me.'@@ She pulls the shirt off you. @@.mc;'Cheryl? What are you doing?'@@ @@.woman;'I'm helping you $name. You need to let go of the pretence of your masculinity.'@@ She grabs you by the hand, and walks to exit the bedroom. @@.mc;'I'm not going out there like this! Let me put something else on!'@@ @@.woman;'Oh //now// you want to wear something I've offered. Too late.'@@ @@.mc;'No!'@@ You try to free yourself. @@.woman;'Don't force me to make you! I don't want to actually have to make you my bitch.'@@ You struggle, but you both know she's stronger...why couldn't you beat a girl at arm wrestling?<<else>>\ @@.woman;'You know what $name? I'm disappointed in you.'@@ @@.mc;'What, why?'@@ @@.woman;'Because I thought I'd met a nice guy, without all the usual masculine hangups. One who didn't care if I wanted to do //girly// things or //manly// things, it wasn't an issue. I don't need another Brad or any of the countless other guys like him in my life.'@@ @@.mc;'But what if I just want to be like Brad.'@@ @@.woman;'Oh //come on//. How can you say that standing there in my panties? Brad wouldn't even come close to fitting in them, you can't be like Brad.'@@ @@.mc;'You could just be wrong about me...'@@ @@.woman;'No $name, don't deny you've enjoyed it, be honest.'@@ You avoid her gaze, you don't want to admit that. @@.woman;'Now, what are you going to wear? I have some yoga pants, but they might be a bit tight...though i'm sure your ass would look hot.'@@ @@.mc;'Uhh no, do you have anything that isn't ridiculously tight?'@@ @@.woman;'I mean, not really? Maybe those denim hotpants actually...or a skirt?'@@ @@.mc;'Oh whatever...please just get this over with, you can pick.'@@ @@.woman;'Hmmm do I get to pick //anything//'@@ Cheryl grins, devilishly. @@.mc;'Within reason I guess...'@@ @@.woman;'I guess that rule out my tiny, frilly pink skirt then? Alright honestly I think it's the hot pants...they're not //too// short, they'll probably cover most of your butt.'@@ You put the hotpants on, they do cover your ass. Just about. <<set $denimHotPants to true, $wearDenimHotPants to true>> <</if>> [[You exit the bedroom again]]

@@.woman;'Come on, let's go back to the kitchen. We wouldn't want to waste the food you cooked now would we?'@@ You get to just outside of the kitchen and Cheryl stops. @@.woman;'Wait here, I'll just go tell Brad so he doesn't freak out.'@@ A few moments pass. @@.man;'What the fuck Cheryl?'@@ @@.woman;'Just be cool with it Brad Ok?'@@ @@.man;'This is like something I'd get //you// to do, when I'm making you my bitch!'@@ @@.woman;'It's not the same Brad...it's complicated.'@@ @@.man;'Do you //like// guys wearing you know...stuff like that? You don't want me...?'@@ @@.woman;'Of course not! I want to wear that stuff //for you//. //Men// like you shouldn't wear that stuff, ok?'@@ @@.man;'Alright...but how am I meant to act around him now? It's weird Cheryl...fucking weird. Are you sure he isn't your bitch?'@@ @@.woman;'No! It's not like that at all.@@ <<if $cherylStronger>>@@.woman;Just act like it was me in underwear, but you know not like you'd want to fuck me. You can tease him a little bit, he needs to learn his place.'@@ Cheryl calls you in and grabs you by the arm. @@.woman;'Stand here $name.'@@ You stand, body in full view for Brad. @@.woman;'Give Brad a twirl, show him what you've got.'@@ You turn around. @@.woman;'Stop there $name. Doesn't $name have a nice ass Brad?'@@ @@.man;'Uhh, I guess?'@@ [[Brad replies.]] <<else>> @@.woman;'Just try to act normal ok? I mean I guess you can joke a little bit...it is quite funny, don't be cruel though!'@@ Cheryl calls you in. Brad looks you up and down. @@.man;'Cheryl, are you sure he's not your bitch?'@@ @@.woman;'Brad I said don't be cruel! Sit down $name, let's finish the food you cooked ok?'@@ [[You sit back down]] <</if>>

<<if $cherylStronger>>\ @@.woman;'That was a very nice meal $name, you're a natural in the kitchen. Don't you agree Brad?'@@ @@.man;'Er, yeah it was a great meal.'@@ @@.woman;'You should definitely cook for us again sometime $name. Could you clean away the plates and glasses please?'@@ You get up to clear things away. @@.man;'Damn Cheryl you're basically getting the poor guy to do what you used to do for me! You'll be getting him to cook in your underwear next.'@@ @@.woman;'Ooh now //there's// an idea! Maybe sometime.'@@ @@.mc;'I'm not going to cook like this!'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't be so uptight! You were worried about being dressed like this at all and its been fine! So I don't see why you couldn't cook like this. With a nice apron //of course//.'@@ Cheryl laughs. @@.man;'Damn you're cruel Cheryl. Though at least you aren't spanking him, that's what really makes you my bitch.'@@ He gives Cheryl's [[ass a tap.]] <<else>>\ @@.woman;'That was a very nice meal $name. Don't you agree Brad?'@@ @@.man;'Yeah man, you've got a great feminine touch!'@@ @@.woman;'You should definitely cook for us again sometime $name. Let's clean away the plates and glasses.'@@ You help clear up along with Cheryl. @@.man;'Those hotpants really are small aren't they?'@@ Brad chuckles. @@.man;'I couldn't ever imagine wearing anything even close to that. You'd have to pay me a ton.'@@ @@.woman;'Of course //you// wouldn't Brad! You don't have the legs for it like $name and I do!'@@ @@.man;'What do you mean? My legs are good!'@@ @@.woman;'Well //sure//. But not for hotpants. Look at $name, look at those slender pins! Nothing like your meaty things.'@@ @@.man;'Yeah well, thats what squatting at a gym will get you. I guess $name does sort of suit hotpants...it's still weird seeing a dude in them though.'@@ @@.woman;'Oh Brad, just forget $name is a guy! They look //cute// in them don't they?'@@ @@.man;'Whatever Cheryl.'@@ You and Cheryl finish clearing up. @@.woman;'Thanks $name! Let's go watch some television or something.'@@ You head out of the kitchen. @@.woman;'You first $name, strut a little, I want to see that cute butt jiggle a bit.'@@ [[You go watch some tv]] <</if>>

<<if $cherylStronger>>A hand strikes your butt. @@.mc;'Ow!'@@ @@.woman;'I bet you liked that!'@@ Cheryl giggles. @@.woman;'I couldn't resist your jiggling ass!'@@ She gives it a gentle squeeze. @@.woman;'You know, it would look //even better// if you wore some heels.'@@ @@.mc;'Oh no. Cheryl this is enough.'@@ @@.woman;'Oh what's the harm $name? It won't make either of us think any different of you. All it would do is give you a //sexy// butt.'@@ She drags you to the bedroom again, eventually handing you some fairly plain, black 3 inch heels. @@.woman;'These should do it! If you get used to these you can try some of my more //fun// ones sometime.'@@ She guides your feet into the heels. @@.woman;'Oh yes, so much better $name! It's so perky!'@@ You head back out of the bedroom, struggling a bit to keep your balance. Cheryl holds out her hand. @@.woman;'Come on, let me guide you. I'll train you in no time! Remember, heel first! Also take small, dainty steps!'@@ You follow her advice while holding her hand. It does make it easier...it's not so bad? @@.woman;'See no trouble at all! Walking like that and with the way your ass looks...you'll be wanting to wear heels all the time!'@@ What? //All the time?// No way. She takes you back, with you [[carefully watching each step.][$crossdress to $crossdress + 1]] <<else>>\ @@.woman;'They do look //so// good on you! See, this isn't so bad is it?'@@ @@.mc;'I guess not...'@@ You still don't really want to be around Brad in them, but you're feeling fairly comfortable with Cheryl. At least, she makes you feel comfortable in them. She gives your butt a gentle squeeze. @@.woman;'I'm glad you didn't wear that apron $name, I hope you feel much less uptight about this stuff now.'@@ @@.mc;'I mean...I guess there's no going back really is there?'@@ @@.woman;'Aww, I mean if you //really// hated it. But it's clear you don't! So I guess not!'@@ Cheryl giggles. @@.woman;'I won't let you anyway.'@@ [[You sit down next to Brad and Cheryl][$crossdress to $crossdress + 1]] <</if>>\

You watch tv for a while, with Cheryl cuddling up to Brad. It's starting to get a bit late and you should probably head home but uh...your clothes. @@.mc;'Erm...shall we watch something else.'@@ Cheryl looks at you @@.woman;'I don't know, I'm getting kind of tired you know? I think I might want to go to bed soon.'@@ Her eyes travel to Brad and she grins. @@.man;'Yeah bro I'm getting pretty sleepy too!'@@ @@.woman;'Are you going to go back to yours tonight $name? You can stay over if you like.'@@ @@.mc;'I mean...I was planning to...'@@ @@.woman;'Oh of course, you wouldn't want to go back like //that//. Let me go check to see if your clothes are done.'@@ You wait a few minutes, awkwardly catching Brad's eyes a few times. @@.woman;'They've still got a way to go sorry $name. Wait, hold on! I washed some for you this morning didn't I? I think they might be in my bedroom actually.'@@ What...why didn't she say this earlier!? Once more, you enter her bedroom. <<if $cherylStronger>>\ @@.woman;'Here they are!'@@ @@.mc;'Did...did you know they were there //the whole time?!//'@@ @@.woman;'//Maybe.//'@@ Cheryl grins. @@.woman;'I did what was best for you, it all turned out great!'@@ @@.mc;'Uhh...can I just get my clothes back now.'@@ @@.woman;'Sure thing honey.'@@ <<if $blueGString isnot true>>\ You open the bag and begin to get dressed. @@.mc;'Where's my underwear?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh! I took those out, I think you'll find my replacements suit you much better!'@@ You see a number of different type of panties in the bag. <<set $wearBlackHeels to false>> <</if>>\ You get fully dressed. <<else>>\ @@.woman;'Sorry I'm so forgetful! It turned out far more fun than just putting these back on though didn't it?!'@@ @@.mc;'Yeah...sure. Can I get my clothes back now?'@@ @@.woman;'Sure thing honey.'@@ <<if $blueGString isnot true>>\ You open the bag and begin to get dressed. @@.mc;'Where's my underwear?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh! I took those out, I think you'll find my replacements suit you much better!'@@ You see a number of different type of panties in the bag. <</if>>\ <<set $wearDenimHotPants to false>> You get fully dressed. <</if>>\ [[You eventually head back home and go to bed|sleepNightTwoMerge]]

@@.woman;'This is becoming a regular thing now isn't it $name?!'@@ You enter the women's bathroom and Cheryl turns to you expectantly. You stand, waiting for her to at least say something. @@.woman;'Come on then $name! I thought you'd know what to do by now. Pull them down!'@@ You compliantly reveal your underwear, not really thinking twice about the situation. It's almost becoming normal. Cheryl grins and claps excitedly. @@.woman;'OMG!! You really are! Oh this is //so// good!'@@ You begin to cover yourself up. @@.woman;'Did I say get dressed?'@@ @@.mc;'No but-'@@ @@.woman;'Are you not enjoying this like I am? Don't you want to have fun with me?'@@ She pouts. @@.mc;'Sure but-'@@ @@.woman;'Well then! But you don't seem to be //enjoying// this as much as yesterday I must say...'@@ @@.mc;'Err, what's the difference?'@@ @@.woman;'Well look a little $name there, yesterday he was at full attention!'@@ @@.mc;'I mean I don't know@@ [[I don't control it...']]

You wait a while, dressing yourself in the mean time. You can't quite work out if you hope Cheryl finds what she's looking for or not. You suppose she's right, it isn't really right to wear panties with hairy legs, is it? It would look better, no? Cheryl returns with a slight skip in her step. @@.woman;'I found some wax strips! I'd forgotten I had these, to think I was just going to settle for shaving you, waxing will leave you nice and shiny!'@@ You hadn't considered this might be painful...why couldn't it just be a quick shave. @@.mc;'Err, will it hurt?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't be a sissy $name! It's worth it, now come on, off with your clothes!'@@ @@.mc;'All of them?'@@ @@.woman;'We wouldn't want to risk getting wax on them. It'll make it easier'@@ She begins to pull strip your bottom half, panties too. @@.woman;'Come on take your shirt off, there's nothing to be embarrassed about now I've seen it all before.'@@ You comply. You strip completely, shoes and all. You feel slightly vulnerable, what if a customer arrives? But also fairly comfortable naked in front of Cheryl, you're not worried like you would be in front of most women...not wondering if they think you look good or not...whether they'll be satisfied with your body... @@.woman;'Turn around, let's start with your cute butt. You'll look so good in a thong when I'm done!'@@ @@.mc;'Erm ok.'@@ you turn around, will you really look that good in a thong? Cheryl spreads some wax on your ass cheeks, damn you weren't expecting it to be warm. It feels sort of nice actually. She presses a strip down onto it, though you're sure she jiggles your ass a bit unnecessarily, you're sure your butt doesn't [[wobble like that normally...]]

You grab your clothes and head into a cubicle, wondering why you're still hard. You feel your smooth legs and backside, they do feel very pleasant to touch...almost like the feel of a woman's, it's been long enough that you'd half forgotten. You get dressed and wait. You hear the door to the bathroom open and a couple of voices, not quite able to make out everything they say. 'Waitress...bitch' '...yeah...think...is' You sit on top of the toilet so they can't see your shoes, after what seems like forever but was probably only about 10 minutes you hear them finish. After a few moments the door goes and Cheryl calls out. @@.woman;'$name? It's alright now. They only had a quick coffee.'@@ You exit the cubicle. @@.woman;'Did I say you could get dressed?'@@ @@.mc;'Oh I mean I assumed...'@@ What? You can get dressed if you want...with the risk of strangers... Cheryl crosses her arms, and gives you a stern look. But eventually cracks into a smile. @@.woman;'I'm only kidding! That was sort of exciting though wasn't it? It's fun knowing there's a bit of risk...'@@ What the hell? You don't want to be caught by random people...@@.mc;'Oh uh, it sure got my heart going...'@@ @@.woman;'Oh imagine if you had just been in pink panties with waxed legs, and some women saw you!'@@ She giggles. @@.woman;'Imagine their reactions! Oh wouldn't it be great to run that risk a little bit sometime...'@@ @@.mc;'Umm I mean, I'm going along with a lot of things here...but that...'@@ @@.woman;'Oh we'll see, we'll see. Anyway let's get out of the bathroom shall we?'@@ [[You go back to the café][$chastity to $chastity + 1, $exhibition to $exhibition + 1, $legs to $legs + 1, $ass to $ass + 1, $penis to $penis - 1]]

<<if $noApron is true>>@@.woman;'Oh I got so excited I haven't even asked how you are! How rude of me!'@@ @@.mc;'I'm pretty good, thanks.'@@ @@.woman;'Last night was so much fun wasn't it? I can't wait for you to come over again!'@@ @@.mc;'Uhh yeah, it was nice I guess...'@@ @@.woman;'It was a shame you had that accident though. I did offer you the apron! Such a klutz...'@@ @@.mc;'But you knocke-'@@ @@.woman;'I'm so glad Brad didn't mind you wearing some of my stuff though, I thought he might react badly.'@@ @@.mc;'I mean he was a little bit cruel...'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't be precious, a man like Brad could do far worse to you. You should thank him for being so kind. Though maybe you want a guy who does treat you more //harshly//, hmmm?'@@ @@.mc;'W-what? What are you on about?'@@ <<if $cherylStronger>> @@.woman;'Well you did let him spank you! //And// thanked him for it.'@@ @@.mc;'Only because of you!'@@ @@.woman;'Oh $name, I don't control what you do, don't blame me. You did it and you liked it.'@@ You can't really argue...it's not like Cheryl has total control over you, is it? @@.woman;'Just like you thanked me for spanking you the other day actually! it must just be one of your little kinks. Plus it's not a bad thing anyway, I thanked Brad for spanking me too!'@@ @@.mc;'What? When?'@@ @@.woman;'Not in front of you obviously! After you went home. You could have stayed over...you would have probably heard me!'@@ She giggles. @@.mc;'Uhhh, I don't know if I'd really want...'@@ @@.woman;'I don't see why not. I've seen you spanked, no reason why you shouldn't see me! Ooooh I have a great idea!'@@ @@.mc;'What..?'@@ Cheryl bursts into laughter, she looks delighted. @@.mc;'I don't like the sound of this Cheryl...'@@ @@.woman;'Oh it's nothing bad $name!'@@ Cheryl continues to laugh, she finally controls herself. @@.woman;'I just thought. You know, Brad could spank both of us together!'@@ @@.mc;'I'm not sur-'@@ @@.woman;'We could see who has the girliest scream!'@@ @@.mc;'I don't-'@@ @@.woman;'I bet Brad could make your voice go up a few pitches! You didn't sound particularly //manly// with your waxing. Not that it's //that// low anyway.'@@ @@.mc;'I just sound like a normal guy though...'@@ You're sure you do...nobody's made a comment like that before. @@.woman;'Wellll maybe. Let's just say it didn't seem too deep when you were dressed up last night!'@@ @@.mc;'Oh come on stop...'@@ @@.woman;'Alright alright i've teased you enough I suppose! It's so much fun though, you're so cute when you're teased!'@@ [[Cheryl gets up to make a drink]] <<else>>\ @@.woman;'Oh I don't know, you didn't really seem to mind last night.'@@ @@.mc;'I was just going along with it for you...'@@ @@.woman;'Aww, so sweet. You know I think Brad actually preferred it when you dressed up a little.'@@ @@.mc;'Uhhh, really?'@@ @@.woman;'Yeah! I mean he gets a little bit possessive when there are other guys around you know? I think having you dressed a bit girly made him more relaxed...you know kinda like me inviting another girlfriend along?'@@ @@.mc;'I mean I guess...'@@ @@.woman;'I think it's better if Brad just sees you as one of the girls actually, I guess you not wearing that apron was for the best!'@@ @@.mc;'Uhh I guess...except for you know ruining my clothes.'@@ @@.woman;'Oh they'll be fine, don't worry! There's a pretty good launderette round here. Plus who knows if you'll be needing them.'@@ She looks at you mischievously. @@.mc;'I think I'd rather have them back.'@@ @@.woman;'Well //alright//. Just maybe not the next time you're with me and Brad?'@@ @@.mc;'Err, next time?'@@ @@.woman;'Well I mean I don't have anything //planned// of course, but sure why not? We're all friends now!'@@ @@.mc;'But I mean...the clothes...'@@ @@.woman;'Oh come on $name, like I said it's for the best. Around Brad anyway!'@@ @@.mc;'I don't know if I want it to become a thing...'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't be silly, last night was fine, it'll be fine again. //Plus// I mean, I felt a bit bad you helping me get dressed for Brad's pleasure...a guy dressing up a girl for another guy is a bit //weird//. So it'll be much better if we dress up together for Brad! Oh if only he knew you were in pink panties with waxed legs now!'@@ She looks delighted at the idea or dressing up together, and very pleased with herself for thinking it up. @@.mc;'Err I mean, I guess.'@@ @@.woman;'Great!'@@ [[Cheryl gets up to make a drink]] <</if>>\ <<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>> @@.woman;'Oh I got so I excited I haven't even asked how you are! How rude of me!'@@ @@.mc;'I'm pretty good, thanks.'@@ @@.woman;'I was worried you wouldn't want to speak to me after I woke up and saw what I'd sent to you!'@@ @@.mc;'It's ok, you don't need to apologise.'@@ @@.woman;'But I shouldn't haave been mean...should I?'@@ @@.mc;'It was just a text Cheryl it's fine.'@@ You'd rather not make a big deal out of it, shit happens you know? @@.woman;'Well //fine//. Honesty //is// crucial between friends isn't it?'@@ @@.mc;'Well of course.'@@ @@.woman;'Do you think good friends should share intimate things?'@@ @@.mc;'Well it depends...'@@ @@.woman;'But generally, yes or no?'@@ @@.mc;'Well yes then.'@@ @@.woman;'Alright good. So was it like, //that bad// then? I mean all I did was a bit of sharing and told the truth wasn't it?'@@ @@.mc;'Uhhh...I guess you can see it that way...'@@ You're not really sure where she's going with it since she just apologised for it. @@.woman;'So ummm...you wouldn't get mad if I got drunk and //accidentally// sent stuff like that to you again?'@@ @@.mc;'I mean I guess I wouldn't get //mad//.'@@ @@.woman;'Great! I mean I'm not going to start sending you pics of Brad's dick all the time. Well not unless you //want// me to.'@@ She winks at you. @@.mc;'No...no I-'@@ @@.woman;'But sometimes I just want to share things like that! And I'd be worried to share it with my girlfriends like, cause I'd be a bit worried about them trying to steal Brad away from me...'@@ @@.mc;'Oh right I guess that makes...sense.'@@ @@.woman;'So yeah! I feel happy sharing with you, that's good isn't it?'@@ @@.mc;'Well, ok...'@@ @@.woman;'Oh you have no idea how happy I am! And what a relief...I just got so excited with Brad's cock. I mean you've seen it, you saw how ''amazing'' it is, right?'@@ @@.mc;'Err I didn't look at it for long.'@@ @@.woman;'Ha well if you say so. It is huge though isn't it?'@@ @@.mc;'Why are you asking me, you know...'@@ @@.woman;'Because it's fun to talk and think about! //Come on//, at least humor me. Didn't it look massive?'@@ @@.mc;'It...'@@ @@.woman;'Say it!'@@ @@.mc;'It looked big I guess.'@@ @@.woman;'//How// big? Hmmm?'@@ @@.mc;'Very.'@@ @@.woman;'Bigger than you?'@@ @@.mc;'Probably.'@@ @@.woman;'Oh no doubt about that!'@@ Cheryl laughs, you hear her absent mindedly mutter: @@.woman;'Imagine how big he'd look if he shaved down there...'@@ But she says it so gently you can't be entirely certain she did. She perks back up. @@.woman;'Anyway that's enough about Brad's massive cock! We can talk about that plenty often though don't you worry.'@@ She gives you a wink. [[Cheryl gets up to make a drink]] <<elseif $noApron is false>>\ @@.woman;'Oh I got so I excited I haven't even asked how you are! How rude of me!'@@ @@.mc;'I'm pretty good, thanks.'@@ @@.woman;'Last night was so much fun wasn't it? I can't wait for you to come over again!'@@ @@.mc;'Uhh yeah, it was nice I guess...'@@ @@.woman;'Thanks so much for helping me get ready and doing the cooking! Brad really liked it all! He said you should totally prepare me for him again, isn't that great?'@@ @@.mc;'Yeah...wonderful.'@@ You think back to Brad calling you Cheryl's bitch. @@.mc;'Brad...I mean he said some stuff that was a bit harsh...'@@ @@.woman;'Oh that's just what Brad's like, you mean the bitch stuff right?'@@ @@.mc;'Well yeah.'@@ @@.woman;'Don't worry about it $name! I mean Brad calls me his bitch and he likes me, he doesn't mean anything nasty by it you know, it's just his alpha male bravado, you learn to ignore it a little. He can be //way// worse.'@@ @@.mc;'But still, your bitch?'@@ @@.woman;'//Well//...I did spank you...plus to a guy like Brad anyone doing the cooking is the bitch...and in //that// apron!'@@ @@.mc;'Ugh the apron...can't you get a new one...'@@ @@.woman;'Bring your own if you don't like it! You've worn it twice now, is it so bad?'@@ Cheryl titters. @@.woman;'Brad was very complementary of your tits! You know I think he quite liked you in that apron, he was way less defensive than he is with me and other guys.'@@ @@.mc;'But has he said other guys are your bitch?'@@ @@.woman;'Well no, but come on. Other guys haven't cooked for me and helped me choose clothes...I can't even imagine //spanking// another guy, it's different.'@@ <<if $cherylStronger>>\ You grumble, but can't help but feel she may have a point. @@.woman;'What's wrong with being my bitch anyway $name? You don't seem to mind me smacking your butt or cooking for me...wasn't it fun getting me dressed too? I mean I'm stronger than you as well so...'@@ @@.mc;'It's just degrading...'@@ You feel a wave of embarrassment and stare at the floor. @@.woman;'Oh don't think of it like that, that's just some silly idea you have in your head! Who really cares as long as it's mutual you know? Everyone's different...'@@ @@.mc;'Still, I don't want to be-'@@ @@.woman;'Tough. One of us is the bitch here and it //sure// ain't me!'@@ She leans in towards you, grabbing your backside rather roughly. @@.woman;'Don't make me have to prove it to you, ok? I don't want to have to pull your jeans down and smack your smooth backside for any passerby to see! You don't want that do you?'@@ @@.mc;'No! Please don't...'@@ @@.woman;'//Good//. I want to be nice and have fun with my bitch, not be //punishing//. You want me to be nice, don't you $name?'@@ @@.mc;'Yes, please...'@@ @@.woman;'What are you then $name?'@@ @@.mc;'I'm...I'm your bitch Cheryl...'@@ @@.woman;'See, that wasn't so bad now was it. Don't get me wrong, you're not my bitch like I'm Brad's bitch, but I'm still the one in charge here.'@@ Deep down you feel as though she's right, it's hard to accept but...do you mind her being in charge? Is it a relief to not to have to try to appear dominant with a woman? It was always a bit of a chore... Cheryl continues. @@.woman;'You being my bitch makes it easier being around Brady anyway. He struggles being around a male who's an equal to him, this will work so much better.'@@ <<else>>\ You grumble, but can't help but feel she may have a point. @@.woman;'What's wrong with being my bitch anyway $name?'@@ She pouts and gives you puppy dog eyes. @@.mc;'I...I just don't think it's nice...I just want to be a friend.'@@ @@.woman;'Aww. We can be friends with you still being my bitch though!' She grins.@@ @@.mc;'Come on Cheryl...'@@ Your voice has a slight pleading tone now. @@.woman;'Oh I'm just playing with you cutie. Well, I mean, //kind of//. You do happen to be in my panties you know.'@@ @@.mc;'But you made...'@@ @@.woman;'Only a //little// though, right? You continued it! Plus you know, it's either your choice or me forcing you. If I was forcing you...wouldn't you really be my bitch?'@@ You're so confused...she isn't forcing you really...but this is all hardly of your own volition. Do you both want it? Or is it more from one side...could you stop her, you'd still do almost anything to be around women like her... @@.woman;'Cat got your tongue?'@@ @@.mc;'Uhh I just...'@@ @@.woman;'Aww, am I going too far? OK you're not my bitch, well at least I won't call you my bitch for now.'@@ She strokes your arm and gives a little wink. @@.woman;'I'll treat you right.'@@ <</if>>\ [[Cheryl gets up to make a drink]] <<else>> @@.woman;'Oh I got so excited I haven't even asked how you are! How rude of me!'@@ @@.mc;'I'm pretty good, thanks.'@@ @@.woman;'Would you like a drink?'@@ @@.mc;'Yeah, thanks'@@ [[Cheryl gets up to make a drink]] <</if>>

She sashays back, holding two big cups of coffee. @@.woman;'Sooo got any plans for today? How's the job hunt?'@@ @@.mc;'I have a few options...I just haven't decided yet.'@@ @@.woman;'Well don't forget I can hook you up!'@@ @@.mc;'I might, I'm not sure about the rest of my options really.'@@ @@.woman;'I'm sure mine would be a lot of fun, it's a new club or bar or something I think, so I'm sure there'll be lots of pretty girls there for you!'@@ That doesn't sound bad now does it? @@.woman;'So yeah let me know if you want.'@@ [[You decide to accept the offer, it sounds better than the others][$barJob to true]] [[No, you can't see yourself working at a club or bar...and feel you've already encountered more pretty girls than you can handle]]

@@.mc;'Alright, you've convinced me. I'll work at this place...what's it even called?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh right, I've forgotten actually...don't worry I'll call my friend later and sort it all out, I'll let you know as soon as I have it all done!'@@ [[You chat for a while longer and head back home]]

@@.woman;'Aww, there goes my plan for trying to get some free drinks at the weekends! Oh well good luck with whatever you do, keep me posted yeah?'@@ @@.mc;'Sure, I'll let you know.'@@ [[You chat for a while longer and head back home|waxedLegsThought][$needJob to true]]

<<if $negLaundry is true>>\ You head back home, almost as soon as you've shut the door you hear Paris' voice from the kitchen. @@.paris;'$name? Come here please.'@@ You detect a slightly stern tone, you head go to the kitchen and see Paris standing by the fridge with her arms folded. @@.paris;'Sit down please.'@@ She points to the chair by the table. You sit down compliantly. Paris sits on the table, glaring down at you. @@.paris;'Where are our clothes?'@@ Ah, right. Of course...the launderette. @@.mc;'The uh...I couldn't get them cleaned...'@@ @@.paris;'Right...so. //Where are they//?'@@ [['At the launderette.']] <<else>> You head back home, almost as soon as you've shut the door you hear Paris' voice from the kitchen. @@.paris;'$name is that you? We're in the kitchen.'@@ You join her and Marion in the kitchen. @@.paris;'Thanks for getting our clothes cleaned, I hope it wasn't too much trouble for you.'@@ You think about what happened at the launderette. @@.mc;'No...no trouble at all.'@@ Paris sits up a little. @@.paris;'There's just one thing though, next time could you put the clothes away as well? After a long day we'd rather not have to do that.'@@ @@.mc;'Well I mean I guess...but I wouldn't really know where to put them.'@@ @@.paris;'Oh don't worry, I'm sure you'll pick it up quick enough.'@@ [[You sit and listen to Paris and Marion talk about their day]] <</if>>

<<if $skipDreams is true>>[[Skip|cutiehand]]<</if>> <<timed 1s t8n>>//''Maybe Cheryl is right''// <<next 2s t8n>>//''You are different to guys like Brad''// <<next 2s t8n>>//''Why should you compete with them?''// <<next 2s t8n>>//''Cheryl thinks you look good in lipstick, maybe you're meant to wear it... <<next 4s>><<goto[[What? What are these...thoughts? Why?|cutiehand]]>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>>[[Skip|You keep it on]]<</if>> <<timed 1s t8n>>//''They do look good''// <<next 2s>>//''You'd love a pair like that wrapped around your...''// <<next 2s>>//''Wait...''// <<next 2s>>//''Are they bigger?''// <<next 5s>><<goto[[You keep it on]]>> <</timed>>

<<timed 1s t8n>>//''You drift off to sleep.''//<</timed>> <<if $crossdress gte 2>>\ <<if $skipDreams is true>>\ <<if $lipDream>>[[Skip|lipDream]]\ <<else>>[[Skip|sleepcheryl]]>>\ <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<timed 3s t8n>><<video "getDress">><</timed>> <<timed 6s t8n>>You see a woman washing. She begins picking out some sexy black lingerie and puts it on over her tight body. You feel your mind linger over the garments....how would @@.sissy;those stockings feel pulled over //your// legs?@@ <<next 4s>>You'd clip them onto the @@.sissy;garter belt@@ with relish wouldn't you? Wouldn't it show of your @@.sissy;cute butt?@@ <<next 2s>>Maybe you should @@.sissy;try a bra@@ sometime. <<next 3s>>Your mind shows the woman looking at the mirror. Wait, you're...you're looking at yourself in this dream? @@.sissy;//You're// the woman@@ in this dream. <<next 3s>>You hear a voice. @@.woman;'Oh they're going to be all over your, you hot slut!'@@<</timed>> <<if $lipDream>><<timed 23s>><<goto [[lipDream]]>><</timed>> <<else>><<timed 23s>><<goto [[sleepcheryl]]>><</timed>> <</if>> <<elseif $submissive gte 2>> <<if $skipDreams is true>>\ <<if $lipDream>>[[Skip|lipDream]] <<elseif $spankDream>>[[Skip|spankDream]] <<else>><<timed 4s>>You have an uneventful night.<</timed>> <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<timed 2s t8n>>You see two attractive women acting amorously towards one another. You always did have a lesbian threesome fantasy... <<next 3s t8n>>But their actions change. Is that...a leash? The taller blonde begins to walk and the other one obediently crawls behind her. <<next 3s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/obeyThought.gif" /> <<next 2s t8n>>Why would anyone do... <<next 1s t8n>>But the look on her face, happy... <<next 2s t8n>>You want that feeling of //contentment//, don't you? <<next 2s t8n>>Why not @@.sub;//give up control//@@ <<next 2s t8n>>Know @@.sub;//your place//@@ <<next 2s t8n>>You were never meant to be the one in charge. <<next 2s t8n>>@@.sub;//Do as you're told//@@ <<next 3s>><<if $spankDream is true>><<goto [[spankDream]]>> <<else>><<goto [[sleepcheryl]]>><</if>> <</timed>> <<elseif $lipDream>><<goto [[lipDream]]>> <<elseif $spankDream>><<goto [[spankDream]]>> <<else>><<timed 4s>>You have an uneventful night.<</timed>> [[You wake up|sleepcheryl]] <</if>>

@@.woman;'Morning sleepyhead. I hope you managed to get some sleep, I've made you a cup of coffee.'@@ You take a sip and wipe the sleep from your eyes. @@.woman;'You certainly seemed to be having an //exciting// dream. I've made breakfast, let's eat!'@@ She turns around and you can't help but ogle her terrific body, she's still in her babydoll which doesn't leave anything to the imagination. She's also wearing what you suppose can be described as slippers of a fluffy pink variety, but as stiletto heels. Does she wear anything other than heels on her feet? [img[images/cherylPinkHeels.jpg]] [[You join Cheryl for breakfast|cherylbreakfast2]]

<<if $skipDreams is true>>[[Skip|cutiehand]]<</if>> <<timed 1s t8n>>//''Maybe you should be spanked''// <<next 2s t8n>>//''Put in your place''// <<next 2s t8n>>//''You're not meant to do the spanking''// <<next 2s t8n>>//''Bend you over and...''// <<next 3s>><<goto[[cutiehand]]>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>>[[Skip|Considering you only have one change of clothes you say yes.]]<</if>> <<timed 3s t8n>>//''You liked your punishment didn't you?''// <<next>>//''Is serving a woman a punishment?''// <<next>>//''Or a privilege?''// <<next>>//''Maybe that is the role meant for you''// <<next>><<goto [[Considering you only have one change of clothes you say yes.]]>> <</timed>>

@@.woman;'You're a natural in the kitchen!'@@ You carefully try to follow her instructions. It isn't too difficult of a task as you find out, but you think you've overcooked some of the vegetables. Still, you dish up and Cheryl seems very pleased with it all. @@.woman;'Mmm delicious, I think I could get used to this! Most guys refuse to cook, calling it women's work.'@@ She looks you up and down, you feel as though she's judging you, categorising you in some way. @@.woman;'I suppose you are still in that apron though, maybe it's not such a surprise. You know, your face goes really well with your new body.'@@ You realise you've left the apron on even as you've eaten your meal. You would have thought that you would have taken it off straight after you'd finished cooking... You stand up to take it off. But Cheryl almost instantly says: @@.woman;'$name, be a doll and put the plates in the dishwasher would you? Oh and don't take the apron off, you've been so wonderful wearing it, you wouldn't want that to end would you?'@@ You obediently pack the dishwasher. You're not sure if you want this to end or not. @@.woman;'Thanks $name, you're a star. Let's go and do something else.'@@ @@.mc;'Can I take off the apron now?'@@ @@.woman;'Of course, it only looks good in the kitchen.'@@ [[You take off the apron and leave the kitchen]]

<<widget "video">> <<if $args[0]>> <<print '<video width="650" autoplay loop><source src="images/' + $args[0] + '.webm" type=\'video/webm; codecs="vp8, vorbis"\'></video>'>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "videosmall">> <<if $args[0]>> <<print '<video width="300" autoplay loop><source src="images/' + $args[0] + '.webm" type=\'video/webm; codecs="vp8, vorbis"\'></video>'>> <</if>> <</widget>>

<<if $skipDreams is true>>[[Skip|sleepcheryl]]<</if>>\ <<timed 17s t8n>><img style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 15px 15px;" src="images/suck.gif"/><</timed>> <<timed 2s t8n>>[img[images/thickLips.gif]] <<next 2s t8n>>Just look at those lips... <<next 2s t8n>>God they're so thick...what would it be like to have them wrapped around a big cock... <<next 3s t8n>>Yours? Or... <<next 2s t8n>>You can't help but wonder...what's it like to actually have lips like that <<next 2s t8n>>'Wouldn't you @@.sissy;put them to good use?@@ <<next 2s t8n>>@@.woman;//'''I could see you on your knees'''//@@ <<next 7s>><<goto [[sleepcheryl]]>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams is true>>[[Skip|sleepcheryl]]<</if>>\ <<timed 2s t8n>>You see a woman's round ass. Clearly dressed to show it off. <<next 2s t8n>>Guys would kill to get a chance to smack that. <<next 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/spankThought.gif"/> <<next 2s t8n>>Just see how it jiggles for him. Well what wouldn't for a man like that... <<next 2s t8n>>Could //you// really get a woman to react like that? Or are you...just not meant to do that? There's no shame in not... <<next 3s t8n>>@@.woman;'you'll have to get used to girls like me beating you'@@ <<next 3s t8n>>@@.woman;'you're a bit of a girl if you get spanked'@@ <<next 3s t8n>>@@.woman;'It's a lot of fun on the receiving end'@@ <<next 5s t8n>><<goto [[sleepcheryl]]>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams is true>> [[Skip|cityDay2]] <</if>>\ <<timed 1s t8n>>//''You sure came quick didn't you?''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''At least a hottie like Cheryl gave you a handjob''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''A couple of touches counts as a handjob, right?''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''Does she really need two hands for Brad?''// <<next 4s t8n>><<goto [[cityDay2]]>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams is true>> [[Skip|Interviewflat]] <</if>>\ <<timed 1s t8n>>//''Cheryl knows what's best for you doesn't she?''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''Just follow her guidance''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''Otherwise she'll spank you like a naughty girl''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''And you don't want that''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''@@.sub;Do you?@@''// <<next 3s>><<goto[[Interviewflat]]>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>><<if $noApron>>[[Skip|No...you try to save some pride]]<<else>>[[Skip|You'll wear it, it still serves a function]]<</if>><</if>> <<timed 1s t8n>>//''What are those stripper heels like?''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''You'd like them the same way Brad does, right?''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''Or do you have a different sort of appreciation?''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''Maybe she'll need your to help put them on her later''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''And you'll get to see Brad's...''//<<next 2s t8n>>//''reaction''// <<next 4s>><<if $noApron is true>> <<goto[[No...you try to save some pride]]>> <<else>> <<goto[[You'll wear it, it still serves a function]]>> <</if>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams is true>> [[Skip|Interviewflat]] <</if>>\ <<timed 1s t8n>>//''You feel like you're going to explode''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''Cheryl gets you so hard...''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''You don't really need an orgasm do you?''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''You want to do whatever Cheryl enjoys...''// <<next 3s>><<goto [[Interviewflat]]>> <</timed>>

<<timed 1s t8n>>//''You drift off to sleep''// <<if $skipDreams>> [[Skip|subDreamNight2-2]]<</if>> <<next 2s t8n>>//''[img[images/subNightTwo.gif]]''// <<next 3s t8n>>What? Why are you dreaming about people on a street corner? <<next 3s t8n>>Is that guy...kneeling? Oh wow kissing her feet... <<next 3s t8n>>He seems to be @@.sub;obeying@@, he's clearly @@.sub;her bitch.@@ <<next 3s t8n>>Wouldn't you want to @@.sub;show someone that devotion?@@ <<next 3s t8n>>In public? Or... <<next 3s t8n>><<goto [[subDreamNight2-2]]>> <</timed>>

<<timed 1s t8n>>[img[images/sphNight2.gif]] <<if $skipDreams>>[[Skip|getbacktosleep2]] <</if>>\ <<next 3s t8n>>You see a woman pulling down a man's trousers, eager to see his cock. <<next 3s t8n>>She seems to be in a mixture of astonishment and joy <<next 3s t8n>>You thought that size doesn't really matter... <<next 3s t8n>>But has a woman ever reacted quite like that for you? <<next 3s t8n>>You're not that small. <<next 3s t8n>>Are you? <<next 3s t8n>> <<goto [[getbacktosleep2]]>> <</timed>>

<<timed 1s t8n>>[img[images/cuckNight2.gif]] <<if $skipDreams>>\ <<if $crossdress gte 2>>[[Skip|crossdressNight2]] <<elseif $raceNight2 is true>>[[Skip|raceNight2]] <<else>>[[Skip|sleepNightTwo]] <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<next 3s t8n>>Some muscle-bound guy fucks his girlfriend. You can picture yourself in his position. <<next 3s t8n>>But it's quite nice to watch, isn't it? <<next 3s t8n>>To see his ''thick'' cock ram into her. <<next 3s t8n>>To see how a woman moans, how her body reacts. <<next 3s t8n>>For a real alpha. <<next 3s t8n>>You wouldn't know otherwise... <<next 3s t8n>> <<if $crossdress gte 2>><<goto [[crossdressNight2]]>> <<elseif $raceNight2 is true>><<goto [[raceNight2]]>> <<else>><<goto [[sleepNightTwo]] >> <</if>> <</timed>>

<<timed 1s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/spankNight2.gif" /> <<if $skipDreams>>\ <<if $cuck gte 2>>[[Skip|cuckNight2]] <<elseif $crossdress gte 2>>[[Skip|crossdressNight2]] <<elseif $raceNight2 is true>>[[Skip|raceNight2]] <<else>>[[Skip|sleepNightTwo]] <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<next 3s t8n>>A woman bends over compliantly. Her mistress exertins her dominance, striking her. <<next 3s t8n>>@@.woman;'You left a mark!'@@ <<next 3s t8n>>@@.woman;'It's like you've branded $name!'@@ <<next 3s t8n>>You can still feel a tingle from that. Your body will @@.sub;remember that lesson@@ for a while. <<next 3s t8n>>That woman enjoyed being spanked. @@.sub;''//Just like you.//''@@ <<next 3s t8n>> <<if $cuck gte 2>><<goto [[cuckNight2]]>> <<elseif $crossdress gte 2>><<goto [[crossdressNight2]]>> <<elseif $raceNight2 is true>><<goto [[raceNight2]]>> <<else>><<goto [[sleepNightTwo]] >> <</if>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>><<if $raceNight2 is true>>[[Skip|raceNight2]]<<else>>[[Skip|sleepNightTwo]]<</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<timed 1s t8n>>[img[images/crossdressNight2.gif]] <<next 3s t8n>>Don't you just love it when a woman wears pretty lingerie? <<next 3s t8n>>Look at how happy and sexy she is swaying her hips. <<next 3s t8n>>Women get all the @@.sissy;best clothes@@ don't they <<next 3s t8n>>Aren't those such a @@.sissy;//''cute''//@@ pair of @@.sissy;panties?@@ <<next 3s t8n>>And gosh just look at that @@.sissy;bra@@, all @@.sissy;panties@@ must be worn with one... <<next 4s>> <<if $raceNight2 is true>><<goto [[raceNight2]]>> <<else>><<goto [[sleepNightTwo]] >> <</if>> <</timed>>

<<timed 1s t8n>> <<if $skipDreams>>\ <<if $spankedBrad>>[[Skip|spankingNight2]] <<elseif $cuck gte 2>>[[Skip|cuckNight2]] <<elseif $crossdress gte 2>>[[Skip|crossdressNight2]] <<elseif $raceNight2 is true>>[[Skip|raceNight2]] <<else>>[[Skip|sleepNightTwo]] <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/subNightTwo-2.gif" /> <<next 3s t8n>>In private? <<next 3s t8n>>Look up into her eyes. <<next 3s t8n>>Say you want to @@.sub;be her bitch.@@ <<next 3s t8n>>@@.sub;//''Beg for it.''//@@ <<next 4s t8n>> <<if $spankedBrad>><<goto [[spankingNight2]]>> <<elseif $cuck gte 2>><<goto [[cuckNight2]]>> <<elseif $crossdress gte 2>><<goto [[crossdressNight2]]>> <<elseif $raceNight2 is true>><<goto [[raceNight2]]>> <<else>><<goto [[sleepNightTwo]] >> <</if>> <</timed>>

<<audio parisbed play>> You wake up. What the hell is that noise? Oh. Oh fuck this is what they meant by not complaining about loud noises isn't it...You curse being next to Paris' bedroom. Though who knows if Marion's is any better. The noises go on for what seems like hours, when will this guy be finished? Who has that much stamina at...3am?! <<if $cherSnap1 is true>> Your phone vibrates, you have a new message. It's Cheryl. @@.woman;-Why didn't you come over this evening? It would've been so much fun.@@ Another arrives. @@.woman;-Do you want to see what you missed out on?!@@ You reply, asking what she means. @@.woman;-I mean this, silly!@@ [[You wait to see what she means]] <<else>> [[You manage to get back to sleep]] <</if>>

<<timed 1s t8n>>[img[images/raceNightTwo.gif]] <<if $skipDreams>>\ [[Skip|raceNight2-2]] <</if>>\ <<next 3s t8n>>A couple tenderly display their affection. <<next 3s t8n>>The bedroom seems nice and clean, a pure white. <<next 3s t8n>>''Black'' does go well with white. <<next 3s t8n>>It's a //perfect// combination. <<next 3s t8n>>The woman seems more than happy to have a man like //that//. <<next 3s t8n>>@@.bianca;'Black definitely goes with white. It's a //perfect// fit.'@@ <<next 3s t8n>><<goto [[raceNight2-2]]>> <</timed>>

<<if $blueGString is true>>\ You wake up, you feel pretty damn tired. Your g-string is digging into you. You realise you actually now can see what your new bedroom is like... [img[images/bedroom1.jpg]] Not too bad you suppose, actually rather tasteful. You exit your bedroom and head to the bathroom. It's only once you get halfway there that you notice Marion looking at you, she averts her gaze. [[You rush into the bathroom|bathroomfirstday][$marionBlue to true]] <<else>>\ You wake up, you feel pretty damn tired. You realise you actually now can see what your new bedroom is like... [img[images/bedroom1.jpg]] Not too bad you suppose, actually rather tasteful. [[You head to the bathroom.|bathroomfirstday]] <</if>>

<<if $skipDreams>>[[Skip|sleepNightTwo]]<</if>><<timed 1s t8n>> Can black serve white? <<next 3s t8n>>Or is it...too powerful? <img style= "float: right; margin: 0px 0px 15px 15px;" src="images/raceNight2-2.gif" /> <<next 3s t8n>>Is that how you imagined Bianca and Marcus? <<next 3s t8n>>Oh don't pretend, you knew what they were doing. <<next 2s t8n>>While you sat and held her bag. <<next 3s t8n>>@@.bianca;'Black is much more@@<<next 1s t8n>> @@.bianca;//''dominant.''//'@@ <<next 4s t8n>><<goto [[sleepNightTwo]] >> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>><<if $marionBlue is true>>[[Skip|marionBlueThought]]<<else>>[[Skip|set off to the launderette]]<</if>><</if>>\ <<timed 1s t8n>>//''No wonder Paris was so loud''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''A guy like Mike...''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''To be that tall...''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''And as big as your arm''// <<next 3s t8n>><<if $parisCuck is true>>//''Maybe Paris will show you that picture''// <</if>> <<next 3s t8n>><<if $parisCuck is true>>//''Let you get a bedside seat''// <</if>> <<next 3s t8n>><<if $parisCuck is true>>//''Have you measure her men''// <</if>> <<next 4s t8n>> <<if $marionBlue is true>> <<goto [[marionBlueThought]]>> <<else>> <<next 3s t8n>><<goto [[set off to the launderette]]>> <</if>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>>[[Skip|set off to the launderette]]<</if>>\ <<timed 1s t8n>>//''These panties do feel''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''Like such a good fit''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''Much better than yesterday's''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''They must be a different size...''// <<next 4s t8n>><<goto [[set off to the launderette]]>> <</timed>>

Considering the conversation this morning it's almost a relief that you find their discussion incredibly dull. Paris turns to you. @@.paris;'$name, I think it's time for you to cook dinner for us.'@@ @@.mc;'Oh I, right I have to do that too. I'm not exactly a great cook though.'@@ @@.paris;'Well, we'll see won't we. As long as it's fairly healthy and not too terrible we probably won't mind, you don't need to be worried about being punished for it, not yet anyway.'@@ Wait, //punished//? You think about asking about what that might entail...but you'd rather not know for now. You get on with preparing a meal, hoping it will be seen as adequate, Paris and Marion leave you to it. You vaguely remember how to cook some veg together with some fish, you think it comes out alright, but have a sense of trepidation over how Paris and Marion will react. Especially Paris. [[You sit down to eat]]

@@.marion;'Hey guys, how's it going?'@@ @@.paris;'Marion! We were just talking about $name's disappointing efforts today.'@@ @@.marion;'Mmm...you're a lucky boy you know $name. I would have been //very// disappointed if the lovely woman at the launderette hadn't been so kind as to wash our clothes.'@@ @@.paris;'That's what I was saying...he's a very fortunate boy.'@@ @@.marion;//Still//, the woman was apologetic, it wasn't really his fault was it?'@@ @@.paris;'He let a stranger take our clothes! Of course it's his fault.'@@ @@.marion;'Well I suppose when you put it like that, and it is in the contract. You're not suggesting we get rid of him already though, right Paris?'@@ @@.paris;'Oh no, well not yet. I think it would be better to try //corrective// measures first. In fact we were just about to talk about that.'@@ @@.marion;'Right away though? I mean it's one mistake...maybe we should give him a second chance.'@@ @@.paris;'No! He was aware of the contract, we made it all clear.'@@ @@.marion;'Fine you're right. I just think we should go easy on him to start...I don't know you're better at this stuff than me...'@@ @@.paris;'Oh whatever, I swear you have a soft spot for $name, God knows why, pretend all you like that you aren't just as bad as me.'@@ Paris turns back to you, with a moderately sadistic smile. @@.paris;'Alright then. Don't worry we're not going to be too rough with you.'@@ [[You wait to hear your fate]]

Paris continues. @@.paris;'We'll just start off lightly, so more serious measures can be used in the future ok?'@@ Wait, what...more serious in the future? You can't believe you're even going along with this now as a one off...You better make sure you don't mess up again. @@.marion;'So if you were worried about being beaten or whipped or anything like that then you can relax, ok?'.@@ Marion rubs your shoulder, almost soothingly. //Whipped//? @@.paris;'We're just going to have you kneel in the corner for a while, so you can reflect upon how you've let us down, ok?'@@ Well that's not so bad you suppose...@@.mc;'I guess I can accept...'@@ @@.marion;'Oh that's a relief! You never know how someone's going to react to punishment! It's so much better when you recognised it's the best thing for you.'@@ @@.mc;'I mean I wouldn't say-'@@ @@.paris;'You'll do this after you cook dinner, punishments shouldn't get in the way of your usual chores.'@@ [[You explain you're not really the best of cooks]]

@@.marion;'Well, we're not that fussy. As long as it's healthy and doesn't taste too bad we won't add to your punishment.'@@ Punishment for bad cooking? Christ what next...maybe you need to get a few more pointers from Cheryl. You get on with preparing a meal, hoping it will be seen as adequate, Paris and Marion leave you to it. You vaguely remember how to cook some veg together with some fish, you think it comes out alright, but have a sense of trepidation over how Paris and Marion will react. Especially Paris. [[You sit down to eat]]

You get about halfway through the meal, when Paris passes judgement. @@.paris;'Well, it's edible I suppose.@@<<if $laundryPunish is true>> @@.paris;Since you're being punished already I think I'll let you off, but you certainly need to improve your efforts here as well.'@@<<else>> @@.paris;It could do with some improvement in the future.'@@<</if>>\ Marion looks at you, @@.marion;'it's fine, but I hope you do better next time.'@@ You continue to eat, hoping they don't change their minds. Paris finishes her plate, @@.paris;'Have you got a job yet?'@@ <<if $needJob is true>>\ @@.mc;'Erm well I haven't decided yet no.'@@ @@.paris;'You better not miss your first rent payment, that wouldn't end well for you.'@@ @@.marion;'Well there's still a job opening where I work...I can set you up?'@@ @@.mc;'That's the sex shop, right?'@@ @@.marion;'Yeah! It's far more mundane than it sounds though, it's not like we're playing with all the toys...'@@ @@.paris;'Not in the shop at least eh Marion?'@@ Paris giggles, but Marion tries to ignore her. @@.marion;'So yeah, go on $name, unless you've got something else lined up why not come work with me?'@@ [[You agree to work there, it seems your best option][$needJob to false, $sexShop to true]] <<if $carmenWork is true>>\ [[You'd rather take Carmen up on her offer instead]] <</if>>\ <<else>>\ @@.mc;'All things being well yes I think I do, I'm just waiting on confirmation.'@@ @@.marion;'Well that's good! What will you be doing?'@@ @@.mc;'It should be some sort of bar work I think...though it isn't 100% clear.'@@ @@.paris;'Hmmm well, someone's got to do that stuff I suppose. You can do whatever you want as long as you pay your rent on time.'@@ [[You finish your meal and clear up]] <</if>>

@@.marion;'Great!'@@ Marion smiles. @@.marion;'I'll get it sorted out tonight! The manager isn't in the shop much so it'll just be us two most of the time.'@@ You guess working with Marion shouldn't be too bad, and working in a sex shop might be more interesting than cleaning or whatever else you might have been doing. [[You finish your meal and clear up]]

@@.mc;'I've got something lined up, thanks for the offer though it's appreciated.'@@ @@.paris;'Well, I suppose it's good you've got something independently. What is it?'@@ @@.mc;'Errr well.'@@ You think back to Carmen suggesting you be her cleaner, which quickly became //maid//. You can't let them know that. @@.mc;'Just a cleaning gig I think, nothing special but the boss seemed nice.'@@ Paris laughs. @@.paris;'Oh very manly $name. You'll be spending most of your days pretending to be a housewife with that and your tasks here.'@@ [[You finish your meal and clear up]]

<<if $laundryPunish is true>>\ Paris takes your hand. @@.paris;'Come on then, time to reflect upon how you've disappointed us.'@@ She takes you to the living room and points to a corner. @@.paris;'Go and kneel down there, face towards the wall. We'll let you know when to stop.'@@ You walk over to the corner and kneel down, wondering how long this will be for. @@.paris;'Back straight $name! Show us you're taking this seriously.'@@ [[You straighten your back and wait.]] <<elseif $needJob and $carmenWork>>\ You decide you should really give Carmen a call to ask about working for her. You go into your bedroom so Paris and Marion can't hear your conversation. You take out your phone and call her. @@.carmen;'Hello?'@@ @@.mc;'Hi, is this Carmen?'@@ @@.carmen;'Yes...who's calling?'@@ @@.mc;'It's $name.'@@ @@.carmen;'$name? $name who?'@@ @@.mc;'The guy from the launderette earlier...'@@ @@.carmen;'Ooooh.'@@ You hear her let out a muffled laugh. @@.carmen;'And what are you calling about?'@@ @@.mc;'Well, about the work you offered me...'@@ @@.carmen;'Oh? What work was that?'@@ @@.mc;'The cleaning job, for your home?'@@ @@.carmen;'Hmmm, cleaning job? What was it, window cleaning? I don't remember.'@@ Has she forgotten? She can't have... @@.mc;'Err...cleaning your house, inside I guess?'@@ @@.carmen;'I'm still not quite sure about what specific type of cleaning this is $name. What job role would you say it is? I need to know if I'm going to give it to you and pay you after all.'@@ She's clearly trying to lead you down a certain path, but where are you going to go otherwise... @@.mc;'Fine. I'm calling about being your maid.'@@ @@.carmen;'Ohhh! //Well then//. After your performance today I'm very pleased you called.'@@ [[She gives you her address and tells you to get there first thing in the morning][$needJob to false, $carmenMaid to true]] <<else>> You watch some television with them, but it gets onto that local reality show. Paris and Marion both seem to gush over David just like Cheryl, you decide to excuse yourself and head to your bedroom. [[Paris and Marion mumble acknowledgement but don't take their eyes away from the TV|She gives you her address and tells you to get there first thing in the morning]] <</if>>

<<if $skipDreams>>[[Skip|kneelCornerTwo]]<</if>>\ <<timed 2s t8n>>And wait. <<next 2s t8n>>//''Why did you have to screw up?''// <<next 2s t8n>>//''You want to please Paris and Marion''// <<next 2s t8n>>//''You're lucky they didn't punish your more harshly''// <<next 2s t8n>>//''You should be thankful they've been kind to you''// <<next 2s t8n>>//''You don't want more punishments''// <<next 2s t8n>>//''Do you?''// <<next 3s>><<goto [[kneelCornerTwo]]>> <</timed>>

<<if $cafeBluePanties is true>>\ Your phone rings, it's Cheryl. @@.mc;'Hey Cheryl.'@@ @@.woman;'Heyyy! How's it going?'@@ @@.mc;'I'm good, what's up?'@@ @@.woman;'Welll, I was wondering if I could come over to yours for a bit?'@@ @@.mc;'Well sure, I guess so. Any reason why?'@@ @@.woman;'Well you've been to my place, I want to see what yours is like!'@@ @@.mc;'Oh well I mean it's nothing special you know, nice enough though.'@@ @@.woman;'Still I want to see! Plus so many guys bedrooms need a feminine touch sometimes.'@@ You look around at the pink, decidely feminie room. You're probably not in the category, but still Cheryl coming over might be fun. @@.mc;'Well alright then.'@@ You give Cheryl your address and hang up. It's only after that you remember you were meant to ask for permission to have people over... [[You go to ask, hoping for a yes]] <<else>> It's getting late and you decide you should go to bed. All in all that was a decent day you suppose, <<if $needJob isnot true>>you've got a job finally. All sort of seems well. What could go wrong?<<else>>you see your phone vibrate. @@.woman;- Heyy $name, I got your job sorted out! Bar's name is Desire! Get there tomorrow morning, ask for Bianca and say Cheryl sent you xoxox:@@ She attaches directions to the next text. Well that's the job sorted out! <<if $biancaBarMet is true>>Wait...//Bianca//? Not...Bianca from last night?<</if>> <</if>>\ [[You go to sleep|sleepDayThree]] <</if>>

You enter the living room where Paris and Marion are watching television. You clear your throat to get their attention. @@.mc;'Is it alright if a friend comes over?'@@ @@.paris;'A friend? What sort of friend? A man?'@@ @@.mc;'No a woman...but just a friend, nothing more than that.'@@ @@.paris;'Hmmm. Well she can come over but we'll chat with her a bit initially.'@@ Well that's better than a no. You hope Cheryl doesn't say anything embarrassing. [[You wait for Cheryl to arrive]]

<<set $wearBra to false>> <<timed 1s t8n>>''//You fall asleep//'' <<next 2s>> <<if $submissive gte 5>><<goto [[submissiveNightThree]]>> <<elseif $crossdress gte 5>><<goto [[crossdressNightThree]]>> <<elseif $cuck gte 3>><<goto [[cuckNightThree]]>> <<elseif $sph gte 3>><<goto [[sphNightThree]]>> <<elseif $carmenMaid is true>><<goto [[maidNightThree]]>> <<elseif $exhibition gte 3>><<goto [[exhibitionNightThree]]>> <<elseif $chastity gte 3>><<goto [[chastityNightThree]]>> <<elseif $negLaundry is true>><<goto [[bdsmNightThree]]>> <<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>><<goto [[cherBradView]]>> <<else>><<goto [[dayFourStart]]>> <</if>> <</timed>>

Your knees begin to ache, but you're getting used to this. You feel rather accepting of the whole scenario. Eventually, after what must have been at least an hour. Possibly even two you hear someone move to stand behind you. Paris speaks. @@.paris;'I think that's enough for now $name, well done.'@@ @@.mc;'Thank you.'@@ @@.paris;'I hope you've learned your lesson.'@@ @@.mc;'I have, I'm sorry.'@@ @@.paris;'You understand punishments in the future will be more harsh don't you $name?'@@ @@.mc;'Yes.'@@ @@.paris;'You accept the need to keep you in line, don't you?'@@ @@.mc;'Yes.'@@ @@.paris;'Good. Now get up.'@@ [[You get up and head to your bedroom|She gives you her address and tells you to get there first thing in the morning][$submissive to $submissive + 1, $bdsm to $bdsm + 1]]

You hear a knock at the door and Paris goes to answer. @@.woman;'Hi! Does $name live here?'@@ @@.paris;'He does. I'm Paris, his roommate.'@@ @@.woman;'Ohh right, well, can I come in?'@@ Paris lets Cheryl in and says you're in the living room with Marion. Cheryl enters and gives you a big hug. @@.woman;'Hey $name!'@@ Paris and Marion start talking to her, bombarding her with questions ranging from boring to intrusive. Where she works, how you met, how old she is, sexual partners and so on. Cheryl takes it in her stride and seems to even enjoy the 'conversation'. She even asks questions about Paris and Marion. She seems particularly interested in hearing how Marion works in a sex shop. @@.woman;'Oh I //so// have to come in and have a look! There are so many things I'd love to try...and I bet a load of fun stuff I have no idea about too!'@@ @@.marion;'Oh well I can definitely help you out!@@<<if $sexShop is true>> @@.marion;I'm sure $name would help test things with you if you'd want as well.@@<</if>> @@.marion;Sorry for asking you so many questions by the way. We're just cautious with who we let into our home.'@@ @@.woman;'Oh it's fine, I get it! It's nice meeting both of you!'@@ Thankfully avoiding anything embarrassing to do with you, Paris and Marion relent and you and Cheryl [[go together into your bedroom]]

@@.woman;'They seemed nice!'@@ //Nice//? After all those questions? @@.woman;'Ooooh nice room! Really pretty! Anyway, down to more important stuff. I come bearing gifts!'@@ You notice Cheryl clutching a pink bag. @@.mc;'Uhh what gifts?'@@ @@.woman;'//Well//. After our fun earlier today you know. What with you looking so //fantastic// in your cute little pink panties I really do think they should be your staple.'@@ @@.mc;'So you...bought-'@@ @@.woman;'Oh I didn't have time to buy! No these are some of the best ones I have...I mean I'll be sad to see them go. But, well I think they might look even better on you than me! Plus I'm more of a classic black thong kinda girl. Pink's a bit you know...a bit girly girl for me //really//. Don't get me wrong I love pink but, well. But for you I think it's great!'@@ @@.mc;'Right...thanks.'@@ @@.woman;'You're welcome! I made sure most of them were thongs too, you know with such a sexy smooth ass you have now.'@@ [[Sure enough she takes 5 pairs of pink panties out of her bag]]

Cheryl lays them out on your bed. @@.woman;'Do you have a favorite?'@@ Without really thinking you respond that you rather like the one with a cute bow on the front. @@.woman;'Oooh that's my fav too! Oh I so wanna see what you look like in it!' Cheryl beams an excited smile. 'Go on, please!'@@ You don't put up much resistance. In fact you're rather eager to try them on too. You take off your jeans and panties. Cheryl helps slip on your new thong. @@.woman;'Ohh so gorgeous!'@@ She walks around you and squeezes your butt. @@.woman;'It's ridiculous how good these are on you, I'm so jealous.'@@ She walks back round in front of you. @@.woman;'I was //so right// about it being better if you weren't hard too, wasn't I?'@@ <<set $wearPinkPanties to false, $wearPinkThong to true>> [[You agree, it does look better|cherDayThreeEve][$chastity to $chastity + 2]] [[You don't respond|cherDayThreeEve][$chastity to $chastity - 1]]

@@.woman;'So you'll wear these from now on, right? For me?'@@ For her? You still don't quite understand why...but how can you say know to such an attractive woman while you're half naked in your bedroom with her? @@.mc;'Yeah...I mean I guess'@@ She hugs you and gives you a peck on the cheek. @@.woman;'You're so much fun $name!'@@ @@.mc;'I, uh, you're fun too.'@@ You feel a bit flustered. @@.mc;'Thanks for the underwear I guess. I'll get dressed now then...'@@ @@.woman;'Aww, why would you? I //love// seeing you in those. Plus I haven't finished with you yet!'@@ @@.mc;'Err, what else is there?'@@ @@.woman;'Well, I mean I wasn't necessarily going to but since you're so pleased with your new underwear I have a few more things!.'@@ [[You wait for Cheryl to rummage around in her bag. How much stuff does she have?]]

She pulls out what looks like a shaver, some cream and moisturiser. @@.woman;'Now you have such a beautifully smooth body, you should keep it that way! And while waxing you and hearing you scream like a little girl //was// rather fun...I can't guarantee I'll be able to do it regularly for you. I mean I suppose you could pay for a waxing, but it'll be easier to do it yourself.'@@ You say thanks, though you're not entirely sure about the extra effort to maintain smooth legs. @@.woman;'Lie down on the bed for me $name.'@@ @@.mc;'Erm, why?'@@ @@.woman;'So I can put this moisturiser on your legs, duh!'@@ You lie down on the bed, face down. She slowly but firmly rubs in the moisturiser. 'Oooh so shiny.' Her hands glide over your ass, within centimeters of your little hole. They fleetingly stroke it, seemingly accidentally. You feel the blood rushing to your groin, did you enjoy that touch? She gets you to take off your top and works on your back, far more quickly than your ass. <<if $cherylStronger>>She gives your ass a gentle smack.<</if>> @@.woman;'Looking goooood! Now turn over please.'@@ You does as you're told, eager to have her [[rub the rest of your body.]]

Cheryl comes back. @@.woman;'My hands are so nice and soft now too! I swear that moisturiser is like magic. Oh...you can pull your thong back up now, I'm finished with //that//.'@@ You do as you're told. @@.mc;'Are you finished overall then...'@@ @@.woman;'Nuh uh! We're having far too much fun to stop. Now get up and close your eyes!'@@ You hear Cheryl rummage around in her bag once more. @@.woman;'OK! Open your eyes.'@@ You look to see what she's on about. [['Tadah!']]

@@.woman;'Your first bra!'@@ You feel stunned...//a bra//?. But you don't have breasts...what's...why?! @@.woman;'Oh...don't you like it?'@@ @@.mc;'I just...I wasn't...I don't have...'@@ @@.woman;'I //know//. But I mean, like, they're just meant to be worn with nice panties like you have now! It'll look so pretty! Come on at least try it. I bought this //specially// for you, mine would be a bit big for you currently. Plus I mean there are ways we can cheat and make it look like you do in the future...'@@ You look at the lacey pink object in her hand...you suppose it would go well with... @@.woman;'$name? Will you?'@@ <<if $cherylStronger is true>>\ You don't really have the will to deny Cheryl anymore. <</if>>\ [[You let her put the bra on you][$bra to true, $crossdress to $crossdress + 1]] <<if $cherylStronger isnot true>> [[You resist. This is too much][$crossdress to $crossdress - 1]] <</if>>

@@.woman;'Oh boo! Well maybe some other time...'@@ She puts the bra away disappointedly. @@.woman;'Oh well, I guess I won't demonstrate how to put one on for you then...'@@ //Wait//, you would've got to see her perfects breasts?! @@.mc;'Uh I mean...maybe I can wear...'@@ @@.woman;'No, no it's ok. It's getting late anyway, I think I should go.'@@ @@.mc;'Oh well OK.'@@ @@.woman;'This was fun though! I hope you keep yourself nice and smooth, no yucky manly hairy bits! Oh also pink thongs from now on, promise?'@@ @@.mc;'Right I mean...sure.'@@ She gives you a hug and a friendly kiss [[and leaves|sleepDayThree]]

Almost as soon as the words left your mouth, Cheryl gets you into the bra. It feels slightly odd to have an object around your chest like this, but not awful. @@.woman;'Oh this is almost //too// cute! Oh now I wish I'd brought enough stuff for a full makeover...you just need some lipstick and nail polish to go with your underwear! Oh and some sexy heels! Oh!!! And if we just styled your hair a little, and put some make-'@@ @@.mc;'Cheryl please! Come on isn't this enough...'@@ @@.woman;'Oh is it ever enough though? That's half the fun, always adding a bit more, styling something differently! But I //suppose// this will do, for today at least.'@@ She laughs. You look at yourself in the mirror, fiddling with the bra and instinctively squeeze your chest to try to create a little cleavage. [[You catch Cheryl's eye]]

@@.woman;'$name?! Were you? Oh my God!'@@ @@.mc;'No I wasn't, it's not what it looks-'@@ @@.woman;'Oh it //so// is. We definitely need to get something to make it look like you're stacked! I have a few friends who've had theirs made bigger so I could ask them...!'@@ @@.mc;'No I don't want...'@@ @@.woman;'If you say so darling. You look way cute enough like this, but I'm sure a big juicy pair wouldn't look out of place on you! Anyway I can tell you love your new look, think how much fun it'll be to walk around like that underneath, with no-one knowing but us!'@@ There is something about no-one else knowing...being daring, it's certainly nothing you would have done before. <<if $cherylbradeve2 is true and $noApron is true>>\ Cheryl takes off her top and begins to take off her skirt. You think of asking why, but don't really want to stop her. Sadly she stops when she gets down to her underwear, underwear that seems to be almost identical to yours. @@.mc;'Cheryl? Are we wearing the same...?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh I //wish//! But it's close enough isn't it?!'@@ She grabs her phone and holds it out, as though shes. Wait...she's... @@.mc;'Are you taking a picture?!'@@ @@.woman;'Of course!'@@ [[You let her][$exhibition to $exhibition + 1, $submissive to $submissive + 1]] [[You hurriedly cover yourself up][$exhibition to $exhibition - 1]] <<else>> @@.woman;'It's getting late. It's been //so// much fun. Trust me there's no going back from being this smooth and looking so good in those pink thongs! Oh and the bra, but only if you //really// want to.'@@ She gives you a hug and sees herself out. [[You go to bed|sleepDayThree]] <</if>>

@@.woman;'Come on do a little pose! Blow a kiss!'@@ You blow a kiss and bend your knees slightly. @@.woman;'Lovely! Oh I need a selfie with you as my underwear buddy!'@@ She excitedly bounces towards you, breasts jiggling up and down. She holds her phone up while hugging you with her other arm, breasts squeezed against you. @@.woman;'Come on pout with me! And turn your ass round a bit, I want that and your panties in the shot!'@@ She takes the picture and checks it. @@.woman;'Oh it came out even better than I expected, your ass looks //hotttt//. Brad is gonna //love// this!'@@ @@.mc;'What?! You want to show this to Brad?!'@@ You feel a wave of embarrassment. @@.woman;'Well ya. I mean he's already seen you in girly stuff so...'@@ @@.mc;'But come on no...not like //this//'@@ @@.woman;'Oh stop being a killyjoy! He won't mind, and neither should you. I want to see if he knows its you or just a hot new friend I'm teasing him with!'@@ What? surely he'll know? You look at the picture...you're less certain that he could tell. @@.woman;'Could you bend over and touch your toes for me?'@@ @@.mc;'Err...what? I'm not letting you take a photo of me like that.'@@ @@.woman;'Oh boo. Well whatever, I'll make a sexy model of you someday! I guess it's getting late anyway, I should go. It's been //so// much fun though.'@@ Cheryl gets dressed, gives you a hug and leaves. [[You go to bed|sleepDayThree][$braPhoto to true]]

@@.woman;'Oh don't be shy $name, you look great for the camera!'@@ @@.mc;'I don't want you to have a picture of me like this...what if someone else saw?!'@@ @@.woman;'Well I'm sure they'd think you look great too!'@@ @@.mc;'Oh stop.'@@ <<if $cherylStronger is true>> She walks over to you and pulls your arms to your side. @@.woman;'Don't make me force you, ok?'@@ @@.mc;'But I don't want...'@@ @@.woman;'Yeah well your half-naked friend who just gave you a load of free stuf //does// want!'@@ @@.mc;'But come on...'@@ She puts her hand to your mouth. @@.woman;'Stop it. Unless you want a picture of your spanked backside.'@@ You gulp. @@.mc;'OK.'@@ @@.woman;'That's better, it'll be fun I swear!'@@ She has you pose in multiple, thankfully not too embarrassing positions. @@.woman;'Woo! Show off what your mama gave ya!'@@ You have to admit with her copious amounts of encouragement you get quite into it. @@.woman;'Alright, I //so// have to take some selfies with you!'@@ She takes what seems like hundreds of shots of you two, comparing your asses, breasts, legs...but mainly seems to focus on your backside. Squeezing it, pinching it, cupping it and whatever else. Her phone must be full of photos and probably some video of her laughing as [[she messes with it.]] <<else>> @@.woman;'Aww, really though?'@@ @@.mc;'Yes. I don't want this recorded.'@@ @@.woman;'Well, I won't force you. It would've been so much fun...oh well, I guess I can't have everything. Seeing you like that is enough I guess.'@@ She looks rather saddened. @@.mc;'I'm sorry Cheryl.'@@ @@.woman;'No no it's fine. I should go, it's getting late.'@@ She gets dressed and gives you a hug. She leaves and you [[go to bed|sleepDayThree]] <</if>>

<<run UIBar.unstow()>> You awake from your peaceful, totally normal and in no way mind altering slumber. You check your phone to see the time...oh fuck already that late? You better get up and have a shower. <<if $marionBlue>>You carefully open your bedroom door to check nobody is there to catch a glimpse of you in your nice, new pink thong.<<if $exhibition gte 2>> //Isn't that a rather exciting thought though?//<</if>>. The coast is clear and you head to the bathroom. <<else>>You head to the bathroom.<</if>> You enter the shower for a quick and refreshing wash for your big day, lathering yourself up and enjoying the strong jets of water hitting all the right spots. <<if $waxedLegs>>The water feels wonderful running down your smooth body, maybe you'll keep yourself like this from now on.<</if>> You look around for some shampoo but can only see a neon pink bottle without markings. You figure it must be it, but you could probably get away with just doing your hair with a bit of water today. [[Use the pink stuff|shower end day four][$hair to $hair + 1]] [[Just use some water|shower end day four]]

<<if $skipDreams>>[[Skip|You head to the Cafe]]<</if>>\ <<timed 2s t8n>>//''So now another woman knows''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''Isn't it rather''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''Exciting?''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''Most women won't think of you differently in panties...''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''Will they?''// <<next 4s t8n>><<goto [[You head to the Cafe]]>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>>[[Skip|You head to the Cafe]]<</if>>\ <<next 2s t8n>>//''High heels are so sexy''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''You get weak at the knees''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''You can't deny you want to...''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''Worship them.''// <<next 4s t8n>><<goto [[You head to the Cafe]]>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>>[[Skip|You chat for a while longer and head back home]]<</if>>\ <<timed 2s t8n>>//''Do your jeans feel different?''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''Tighter round your thighs? Slightly uncomfortable...''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''Does it feel different because of the waxing?''// <<next 3s t8n>>//''You adjust youre stride a little''// <<next 3s t8n t8n>>//''Are you...wiggling? <<next 3s t8n>><<goto [[You chat for a while longer and head back home]]>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>>\ <<if $sph gte 4>>[[Skip|sphNightThree]] <<elseif $carmenMaid is true>>[[Skip|maidNightThree]] <<elseif $exhibition gte 2>>[[Skip|exhibitionNightThree]] <<elseif $chastity gte 3>>[[Skip|chastityNightThree]] <<elseif $negLaundry is true>>[[Skip|bdsmNightThree]] <<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>>[[Skip|cherBradView]] <<else>>[[Skip|dayFourStart]]\ <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/cuckNight3.gif" /> <<next 3s t8n>>You see two women pleasuring a man. <<next 3s t8n>>They seem taken in by his strong, muscular body. There's no doubt they'll be begging him to fuck them like an animal. <<next 3s t8n>>Women deserve to have their needs met. You want to help make that happen. <<next 3s t8n>>Isn't it good to see women look so satisfied? <<next 3s t8n>>I'm sure they'd let you watch... <<next 3s>><<if $sph gte 4>><<goto [[sphNightThree]]>> <<elseif $carmenMaid is true>><<goto [[maidNightThree]]>> <<elseif $exhibition gte 2>><<goto [[exhibitionNightThree]]>> <<elseif $chastity gte 3>><<goto [[chastityNightThree]]>> <<elseif $negLaundry is true>><<goto [[bdsmNightThree]]>> <<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>><<goto [[cherBradView]]>> <<else>><<goto [[dayFourStart]]>> <</if>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>>\ <<if $crossdress gte 5>>[[Skip|crossdressNightThree]] <<elseif $cuck gte 4>>[[Skip|cuckNightThree]] <<elseif $sph gte 4>>[[Skip|sphNightThree]] <<elseif $carmenMaid is true>>[[Skip|maidNightThree]] <<elseif $exhibition gte 2>>[[Skip|exhibitionNightThree]] <<elseif $chastity gte 3>>[[Skip|chastityNightThree]] <<elseif $negLaundry is true>>[[Skip|bdsmNightThree]] <<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>>[[Skip|cherBradView]] <<else>>[[Skip|dayFourStart]]\ <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/subNight3.gif" /> <<next 3s t8n>>You see a man waiting, kneeling. A woman appears holding an object. <<next 3s t8n>>Is that a @@.sub;leash?@@ Is she treating him like a pet...? He seems to be accepting of his place. Maybe some @@.sub;men are meant to serve?@@ <<next 3s t8n>>Don't you want to @@.sub;give up control@@ <<next 3s t8n>>Let a woman @@.sub;boss you around@@ <<next 3s t8n>>Being @@.sub;collared@@ might suit you. <<next 3s>><<if $crossdress gte 5>><<goto [[crossdressNightThree]]>> <<elseif $cuck gte 4>><<goto [[cuckNightThree]]>> <<elseif $sph gte 4>><<goto [[sphNightThree]]>> <<elseif $carmenMaid is true>><<goto [[maidNightThree]]>> <<elseif $exhibition gte 2>><<goto [[exhibitionNightThree]]>> <<elseif $chastity gte 3>><<goto [[chastityNightThree]]>> <<elseif $negLaundry is true>><<goto [[bdsmNightThree]]>> <<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>><<goto [[cherBradView]]>> <<else>><<goto [[dayFourStart]]>> <</if>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>>\ <<if $cuck gte 4>>[[Skip|cuckNightThree]] <<elseif $sph gte 4>>[[Skip|sphNightThree]] <<elseif $carmenMaid is true>>[[Skip|maidNightThree]] <<elseif $exhibition gte 2>>[[Skip|exhibitionNightThree]] <<elseif $chastity gte 3>>[[Skip|chastityNightThree]] <<elseif $negLaundry is true>>[[Skip|bdsmNightThree]] <<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>>[[Skip|cherBradView]] <<else>>[[Skip|dayFourStart]]\ <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/crossdressNight3.gif" /> <<next 3s t8n>>Oh what a body to show off lingerie. To have a women wear something like that for you... <<next 3s t8n>>They way it emphasises her curves, accentuates her breasts... <<next 3s t8n>>Isn't she lucky to wear that? <<next 2s t8n>>Wouldn't those stockings @@.sissy;look good on you?@@ <<next 3s t8n>>Maybe you don't quite have the legs for them //''yet''// <<next 3s t8n>>But you'd feel @@.sissy;//''sexy''//@@ <<next 3s>><<if $cuck gte 4>><<goto [[cuckNightThree]]>> <<elseif $sph gte 4>><<goto [[sphNightThree]]>> <<elseif $carmenMaid is true>><<goto [[maidNightThree]]>> <<elseif $exhibition gte 2>><<goto [[exhibitionNightThree]]>> <<elseif $chastity gte 3>><<goto [[chastityNightThree]]>> <<elseif $negLaundry is true>><<goto [[bdsmNightThree]]>> <<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>><<goto [[cherBradView]]>> <<else>><<goto [[dayFourStart]]>> <</if>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>>\ <<if $carmenMaid is true>>[[Skip|maidNightThree]] <<elseif $exhibition gte 2>>[[Skip|exhibitionNightThree]] <<elseif $chastity gte 3>>[[Skip|chastityNightThree]] <<elseif $negLaundry is true>>[[Skip|bdsmNightThree]] <<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>>[[Skip|cherBradView]] <<else>>[[Skip|dayFourStart]]\ <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/sphNight3.gif" /> <<next 3s t8n>>A woman strokes her lovers cock. Her hand goes up and down his shaft, her hand unable to fully wrap around. <<next 3s t8n>>That things looks thicker than her forearm. How is that even possible, would it even fit? <<next 3s t8n>>Could she go back to a normal guy after that? <<next 3s t8n>>That's definitely not normal is it? It can't be. And anyway, it's not just the size of it, right? <<next 3s t8n>>But after getting pounded by that...would she even feel you? <<next 3s>><<if $carmenMaid is true>><<goto [[maidNightThree]]>> <<elseif $exhibition gte 2>><<goto [[exhibitionNightThree]]>> <<elseif $chastity gte 3>><<goto [[chastityNightThree]]>> <<elseif $negLaundry is true>><<goto [[bdsmNightThree]]>> <<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>><<goto [[cherBradView]]>> <<else>><<goto [[dayFourStart]]>> <</if>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>>\ <<if $exhibition gte 2>>[[Skip|exhibitionNightThree]] <<elseif $chastity gte 3>>[[Skip|chastityNightThree]] <<elseif $negLaundry is true>>[[Skip|bdsmNightThree]] <<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>>[[Skip|cherBradView]] <<else>>[[Skip|dayFourStart]]\ <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/maidNight3.gif" /> <<next 3s t8n>>You see a woman prancing about in a skimpy maid's uniform. You can't imagine she'd actually do housework in it though. <<next 3s t8n>>Still, she'd look fantastic doing it...you wouldn't mind seeing that. <<next 3s t8n>>Doing housework is kinda fun, isn't it? <<next 3s t8n>>Carmen did say you were a natural too. It was nice getting some praise <<next 3s t8n>>You wonder if she has a cute uniform waiting for you... <<next 3s>><<if $exhibition gte 2>><<goto [[exhibitionNightThree]]>> <<elseif $chastity gte 3>><<goto [[chastityNightThree]]>> <<elseif $negLaundry is true>><<goto [[bdsmNightThree]]>> <<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>><<goto [[cherBradView]]>> <<else>><<goto [[dayFourStart]]>> <</if>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>>\ <<if $chastity gte 3>>[[Skip|chastityNightThree]] <<elseif $negLaundry is true>>[[Skip|bdsmNightThree]] <<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>>[[Skip|cherBradView]] <<else>>[[Skip|dayFourStart]]\ <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/exhibitionNight3.gif" /> <<next 3s t8n>>Just some girl showing off her breasts off at a festival. There are always chicks flashing at stuff like this. They always look like they have fun doing it too. <<next 3s t8n>>They love the attention. The looks, the stares. All those people watching and thinking different things. <<next 3s t8n>>It must be so much fun. <<next 3s t8n>>To show them what you're hiding... <<next 3s>><<if $chastity gte 3>><<goto [[chastityNightThree]]>> <<elseif $negLaundry is true>><<goto [[bdsmNightThree]]>> <<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>><<goto [[cherBradView]]>> <<else>><<goto [[dayFourStart]]>> <</if>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>><<if $cherSnap1 is true>>[[Skip|cherBradView]]<<else>>[[Skip|dayFourStart]]<</if>>\ <<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/bdsmNight3.gif" /> <<next 3s t8n>>A woman lies naked on a bed,; writhing slightly, she seems aroused... <<next 3s t8n>>Are those...is she tied up? And cuffed? <<next 3s t8n>>She seems fairly accepting, it can't be //that// bad then. <<next 3s t8n>>Maybe you'd like to try being tied up? Who knows where it could lead... <<next 3s>><<if $cherSnap1 is true>><<goto [[cherBradView]]>><<else>><<goto [[dayFourStart]]>> <</if>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>>\ <<if $negLaundry is true>>[[Skip|bdsmNightThree]] <<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>>[[Skip|cherBradView]] <<else>>[[Skip|dayFourStart]]\ <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/chastityNight3.gif" /> <<next 3s t8n>>You see a woman giving a nice, slow, tender handjob. <<next 3s t8n>>He must be enjoying it. But she stops and starts. <<next 3s t8n>>She is in complete control of when, or if, he ejaculates. <<next 3s t8n>>Why shouldn't the woman be the one to decide that? She's the one who is able to give that pleasure...shouldn't she be allowed to say no as well? <<next 3s t8n>>Maybe you should control your urges more. <<next 3s t8n>>Let a woman take control of your pleasure. <<next 3s>><<if $negLaundry is true>><<goto [[bdsmNightThree]]>> <<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>><<goto [[cherBradView]]>> <<else>><<goto [[dayFourStart]]>> <</if>> <</timed>>

@@.mc;'Hey that was uncalled for!'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't say you didn't enjoy it, I thought you deserved it as a treat after making you squirm so much. I know I'm a terrible tease'@@ It was an oddly satisfying feeling, the first time a woman had done anything like that to you... Cheryl could tell you weren't going to deny it. @@.woman;'Do I get a thank you?'@@ @@.mc;'A thank you for //that//?'@@ @@.woman;'Yes, for giving you something you wanted. Or would you rather I hadn't hmmm?'@@ @@.mc;'Well no but-'@@ @@.woman;'Well then say thank you Cheryl.'@@ She cuts in with a sharp tone. @@.mc;'Thank you Cheryl.'@@ @@.woman;'There's a good boy, I enjoyed it too!'@@ [['I think I'm going to like knowing you. Now, let's go!'|spankingThought][$submissive to $submissive + 1, $bdsm to $bdsm + 1, $spankDream to true]]

@@.woman;'What //this//? Yeah, it's comfortable, why? Don't you like it?'@@ @@.mc;'It's fine, just...won't you get a bit cold like that? It's not covering much of you'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't worry about me, the apartment's heated. I can put something else on to cover up more if you'd like? It's funny, I almost wore something way smaller.'@@ @@.mc;'Oh no, not you wear what you want. It's not my place to tell you what to wear in your own home.'@@ @@.woman;'Aww you're so sweet $name. I can't imagine any other guy thinking of me like that. If Brad was like you I'd probably still be with him!'@@ @@.mc;'What was Brad like?'@@ You immediately regret asking, you've had more than enough about Brad, [[but it seems Cheryl hasn't.]]

<<if $lipstickOn is true>>Letting her put lipstick on you has certainly paid off.<</if>> @@.mc;'It's fine, just...won't you get a bit cold like that? It's not covering much of you'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't worry about me, the apartment's heated. I can put something else on to cover up more if you'd like? It's funny, I almost wore something way smaller.'@@ @@.mc;'Oh no, not you wear what you want. It's not my place to tell you what to wear in your own home.'@@ @@.woman;'Aww you're so sweet $name. I can't imagine any other guy thinking of me like that. If Brad was like you I'd probably still be with him!'@@ @@.mc;'What was Brad like?'@@ [[You immediately regret asking, you've had more than enough about Brad, but it seems Cheryl hasn't.]]

@@.woman;'Oh well, I was lucky if I was allowed to wear anything in the apartment you know. It was so routine I feel way overdressed like this, it's like he was training me! I was lucky if he let me wear some outfit for him'.@@ Her eyes widen. @@.woman;'Oh like the maid one!'@@ She bursts into laughter. @@.woman;'Oh I'd //so// forgotten about that. I mean don't get me wrong, it was fun with Brad, but you know sometimes you just want to relax in some hotpants or whatever. I mean just ''//anything//'' would do.'@@ You can't imagine controlling a woman to have her basically naked at your command. The idea sounds fantastic, but saddeningly remote. Especially with Cheryl. @@.mc;'Brad sounds awful.'@@ Wonderfully awful, but you have to get her past him. @@.woman;'Oh he was. But in the best ways at times,'@@ she bites her lip, @@.woman;'ohhh just the best. Anyway, we're good right?'@@ You nod. @@.woman;'Alright then! Let's get cooking! One sec, let me get an apron, don't want to get anything on me. Do you want me to get you one too?'@@ [[Considering you only have one change of clothes you say yes.]]

@@.woman;'Oh well, I was lucky if I was allowed to wear anything in the apartment you know. It was so routine I feel way overdressed like this, it's like he was training me! I was lucky if he let me wear some outfit for him'.@@ Her eyes widen. @@.woman;'Oh like the maid one!'@@ She bursts into laughter. @@.woman;'Oh I'd //so// forgotten about that. I mean don't get me wrong, it was fun with Brad, but you know sometimes you just want to relax in some hotpants or whatever. I mean just ''//anything//'' would do.'@@ You can't imagine controlling a woman to have her basically naked at your command. The idea sounds fantastic, but saddeningly remote. Especially with Cheryl. @@.mc;'Brad sounds awful.'@@ Wonderfully awful, but you have to get her past him. @@.woman;'Oh he was. But in the best ways at times,'@@ she bites her lip, @@.woman;'ohhh just the best. If he'd just had a little bit of your feminine charms, I mean not too much //obviously//. Well, not@@ <a class="popup woman"><ins>physically anywyay,</ins><img src="images/physicallyAnyway.gif"/></a> @@.woman;but maybe just a touch of your softness and compliance...anyway, we're good right?'@@ [[You nod]]

[img[images/cherCleanLegs.jpg]] @@.woman;'Go on then, tidy the place up a bit for me!'@@ [[You get to work, moving some paper around and generally organising some easy stuff.]]

@@.woman;'No no. Come on $name, play along a bit, have some fun!@@ <a class="popup woman"><ins>Wiggle those hips a little,</ins><img src="images/wiggleThoseHips.gif" /></a> @@.woman;you don't want a punishment for doing a bad job do you?'@@ @@.mc;'A punishment?'@@ @@.woman;'Mmmhmmm, it's my role to keep you in line in your woman's role. '@@ @@.mc;'But I'm no-'@@ @@.woman;'Oh //come on//'@@ @@.mc;'Oh whatever.'@@ Playing a long for a while won't be that bad, will it?. @@.mc;'Wait, so you're in the man's role?'@@ @@.woman;'Well, I mean I dunno. I guess it's more...fluid than that? I'm not anywhere near masculine enough obviously. Whereas you can just be a special //type// of guy, who slips inbetween feminine and masculine...yes, you seem to fit well under a woman's control. Maybe a man's too, but definitely a woman and //certainly// not the one in charge. Now, wiggle those hips!'@@ You put a bit of effort to try to act a bit effeminate, but you're sure you just come across clumsy more than anything else. At least it seems to amuse Cheryl and there's no more threat of her wanting to hit you...She was just joking about that though surely? @@.woman;'Alright then! Let's get cooking! One sec, let me get an apron, don't want to get anything on me. Do you want me to get you one too?'@@ [[Considering you only have one change of clothes you say yes.|subThought][$submissive to $submissive + 1]]

Cheryl leans her head against your shoulder, her robe shifting open slightly, revealing most of her right breast. She doesn't seem to have noticed, she's too taken in by the television. @@.woman;'Ohhh the things a man like that could do...I'd do anything for just one night...'@@ she trails off. You notice your own cock is fully erect. It must be down to having a woman leaning on you with her tits almost out, surely. After what seems like forever, the show ends. @@.woman;'I can't believe David lives locally and I've never met him! Some of my friends say he's even hotter in the flesh. The rumours about what he's packing too. Oh God I need to lie down just thinking about it.@@ <a class="popup woman"><ins>Being his slave</ins><img src="images/beHisSlave.gif"/></a> @@.woman;might be worth it.'@@ @@.mc;'His slave?!'@@ [[you ask shocked at the suggestion.]]

@@.woman;'Oh well I mean not like, //slavery//. Just...you know, a woman owned by a man kind of thing. You must've had a bit of roleplay with a girl like that.'@@ You hadn't, you tried some things with your ex at her suggestion, but you were never that taken with it and she didn't end up liking it. You assumed she just wasn't into that stuff, but having seen some of the photos on her phone taken with Ethan, that just wasn't the case. @@.mc;'Yeah of course I mean a couple of times, but still. You want to be //owned// by him?'@@ @@.woman;'Well I mean, if that's what it takes. It could be worth it for him.'@@ @@.mc;'But what about being tired of the way Brad treated you and liking having me cook for you?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh that's just different! You were great in your own special way.'@@ @@.mc;'What do you mean by that?!'@@ you ask, [[unsure as to whether it was a wise question.]]

@@.woman;'You watched the show right? You //saw// him at the pool, ''right''? I mean //come on//.'@@<<if $lipstick>> She looks at your lips, @@.woman;'his lips wouldn't look half as good as yours for a start!'@@<<elseif $cherylStronger>>@@.woman; He has so much //masculinity//, it radiates off him.'@@<</if>> You decide not to press any further, you'd rather not have her go on about this guy. @@.woman;'It's getting kinda late $name. As much as I'd love to <a class="popup woman"><ins>share David with you</ins><img src="images/shareDavid.gif"/></a> all night long I need to go to bed and get up early in the morning, and I'm sure you have stuff to do too.'@@ [['Yeah you're right. I'm sleeping on the couch then?]]

Cheryl opens the door and sees your problem. @@.woman;'Oh wow. I had no idea you were //that// much smaller. Yeah you can't sleep in those, they'll just come off in the night.'@@ @@.mc;'Do you have anything smaller?'@@ @@.woman;'Not anything the guys left me no, they're all kinda the same build...of course, //I// have smaller stuff. But I can't let you sleep on the couch with nothing. You could sleep on the floor, or...'@@ she cuts off, almost too embarrassed to suggest whatever it is. @@.mc;'Or what?'@@ you ask. @@.woman;'Well I mean. //I// have smaller stuff. I reckon you could probably@@ <a class="popup woman"><ins>fit into some things...'</ins><img src="images/fitIn.jpg"/></a> @@.mc;'What you mean...oh.'@@ Cheryl looks at you with pity in her eyes and apologetically says: @@.woman;'Yeah. I know I'm being a bit funny about the couch. I just really don't want ''anyone'' sleeping on it in the buff, it's a rule for everyone not just you.'@@ You understand. [[You say you could sleep on the floor]] [[You bargain with yourself. But a decent nights sleep on the couch is the better option, you think][$submissive to $submissive + 1]]

@@.mc;'Cheryl...these all seem kinda...skimpy? Don't you have anything more basic or practical?'@@ @@.woman;'Sorry $name. If I knew I'd have to give a guy something to wear I would've, but well, I can't say I've had the need to before.'@@ @@.mc;'Even so...not all women have stuff quite like this.'@@ @@.woman;'Maybe you need to meet better women $name! There are plenty of stores around here with stuff even hotter than these. But I'll admit, I do like to look nice in the bedroom, I can do without boring white cotton panties you know. Thongs are //much// more fun.'@@ @@.mc;'Why are there bras here? I really don't need to wear a bra.'@@ @@.woman;'As I said I just wanted to leave the choice open for you! You should at least get to choose.' She puts the bras back into her wardrobe. 'You wouldn't have been too happy if I'd have given you a g-string and said goodnight now would you?'@@ @@.mc;'Yeah but you wouldn't have done that would you?'@@ @@.woman;'You'll never know! Now come on pick something!'@@ @@.mc;'I don't really want to choose anything Cheryl.'@@ @@.woman;'Well the floor is still an option, even though I went to the effort of getting things out for you...'@@ You feel as though Cheryl is enjoying this yet again. Though going along with her enjoyment has gotten you into her bedroom with her in lingerie. [[It can't be that bad now can it?]]

@@.mc;'No no, I still want the couch. Could you just...help me along a bit? I really have no idea where to start with this stuff.'@@ @@.woman;'//Well//'@@ she says with a devilish grin. @@.woman;'I know I joked about a g-string, but they're nice and comfortable. You'd forget you had it on after a while. You could wear one with a nice cami top. Or you could wear a lacey slip, though it is a bit see-through you'd probably need a g-string or thong to keep your modesty...'@@ she pauses briefly, @@.woman;'or you could wear one of my bodies, you can just wear one of them on their own probably.'@@ @@.mc;'That last one sounds...acceptable?'@@ You certainly thought it sounded the most tame. When Cheryl pointed it out, you realised that perhaps wasn't the case. To your eyes it was the laciest garment you'd ever seen, and appeared to have an impossibly deep v-neck going to just above your crotch. You thought about saying no, but looking at the options, you thought this still might be your best bet. @@.woman;'Alright $name, try it on!'@@ @@.mc;'Uh, here?'@@ @@.woman;'Sure why not?'@@ @@.mc;'I don't really want you looking, I think I'll go to the bathroom.'@@ @@.woman;'Well if you insist, I really don't mind though, it's nothing really.'@@ [[You head to the bathroom and begin to try it on.]]

As you begin to slip on the garment you realise this perhaps wasn't the best choice. While you had assumed there would be at least some material on the back, it plunged down even further than the front, revealing the top of your ass cheeks. While the rest of it might has well have been a thong, your ass was almost entirely exposed. And while you had thought it would be held up by your shoulders, it turns out it was actually done up around your neck. You were having difficulty doing the string around your neck up when once again you heard a knock on the bathroom door. @@.woman;'Do you need any help $name? I know that one's a bit tricky to get on right. It's much better at coming off.'@@ @@.mc;'I.'@@ you pause, you also hadn't realised how obvious the outline of your penis would be. Nor the pleasant feeling of the fabric on your skin...You can't let Cheryl see your front. @@.mc;'I could do with some help, but uh, can you just stay behind me and do it up?'@@ @@.woman;'You want me to@@ <a class="popup woman"><ins>take you from behind?'</ins><img src="images/fromBehind.gif"/></a> Cheryl asks. @@.mc;'Please just help me.'@@ [[Cheryl enters the bathroom.][$laceBody to true, $wearLaceBody to true]]

Cheryl stands right behind you. She squeezes your right buttock gently. 'Hey!' you cry out. @@.woman;'Oh stop,'@@ Cheryl says, '@@.woman;I just wanted to check it was real'@@ she laughs. @@.mc;'Of course it's bloody real'@@ @@.woman;'Well it's //fantastic//. I have so many things that it would look //great// in.'@@ You feel your erection strain against the fabric. @@.woman;'Alright then let me tie you up, how tight do you want it?'@@ @@.mc;'However tight you would have it I guess?'@@ @@.woman;'Haha. No I wouldn't want to choke you.'@@ She does it up around your neck, it hurts a little bit but not enough to complain. @@.woman;'Done! Now give me a twirl as a thank you, I want to see if the front looks as good.'@@ [[You can't let her see you like that, in this]]

@@.woman;'I did have to go to bed eventually you know. I probably wouldn't have been anywhere as nice to you as I'm being now though! Or I don't know, I might have offered something to //persuade// you, I am protective over that couch...'@@ @@.mc;'How would you persuade me?'@@ @@.woman;'It's not difficult to get a guy to do something, they're all after the same reward.'@@ You can't believe it. After so long, you were so close to actually getting some. How could you be so stupid?! @@.mc;'But, how much of a...reward?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh you know, a blowie for sure. Every guy loves a girl on her knees. At lease I know I won't need to for you, isn't that great?!'@@ You stare off into the distance. You can't quite comprehend what you missed out on and ended up doing. @@.woman;'Don't look like that $name. It's lovely that you're not a typical brute like all the guys around here. And anyway, it looks as though you rather enjoyed the experience of lingerie.'@@ Your erection just isn't going away. Cheryl bringing it up at every opportunity certainly isn't helping. You say it isn't like that at all, but she doesn't seem to believe you. @@.woman;'You said you were looking for work, right?'@@ @@.mc;'Yeah'@@ @@.woman;'Well I think I might know an opening, a friend of a friend is opening a new place. Some sort of bar I think? Anyway I think they're still looking for bar staff or something. I can probably get you an interview if you want one?'@@ @@.mc;'Sounds good. I'd rather get an apartment sorted and have a little look around at general job opening before committing to anything though if that's ok.'@@ @@.woman;'Oh sure, just let me know!'@@ [[You finish your breakfast][$lipstickOn to false]]

<img style="float: right; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/cherylTowel.jpg" /> @@.woman;'Took you long enough! Come on I just need some lotion rubbed into my back and I can't do it that well just by myself, could you rub it in for me?'@@ An almost naked woman asking you to rub her back? You want to scream yes, but you collect your poise just in time. @@.mc;'Sure, no problem.'@@ She hands you a bottle and opens her towel, she pulls it down and wraps it around her waist, just about displaying her Venusian dimples to you. You can see the sides of her breasts just about, poking out from her slender frame. @@.woman;'Could you do most of my back, mainly in the middle? I can get the sides quite well myself.'@@ You squeeze the bottle and a spurt of white lotion shoots out onto her back. Cheryl giggles at the sensation. @@.woman;'Oh $name, bit of a //quick shot// aren't you?'@@ You try to ignore the comment and focus on your task. But you can't help but feeling you wouldn't last long with someone like Cheryl. You rub in her back and Cheryl lets out a little moan, you almost do as well. It's been so long since you got to rub a woman anywhere, [[you feel as though you're about to burst.]]

After a while Cheryl asks @@.woman;'are you finished yet?'@@ Admittedly you'd finished a while ago, but had taken a bit of liberty with the task at hand. You finish up and hand the bottle back. @@.woman;'Thanks $name, I'll leave you to it, I need to get dressed.'@@ Cheryl pulls her towel back up and begins to walk out of the bathroom. After last nights incident you check the towels. Cheryl's walking off with the only decent sized one. @@.mc;'Uh Cheryl have you got another towel?'@@ @@.woman;'There's one on the rail'@@ @@.mc;'Yeah but, it's a bit small...'@@ @@.woman;'You managed fine with it before I don't see a problem, if you really need another one I can bring this one back when I'm done anyway. Oh by the way, could you not use the big bottle of shower gel, that stuff is expensive as. There's a little bottle of one I got from a hotel in there as well, thanks!'@@ [[Without giving you a chance to respond, Cheryl leaves the bathroom.]]

@@.woman;'If you were that desperate you could have just asked for some help, you helped me earlier.'@@ @@.mc;'I...I didn't think you'd help like //that//.'@@ @@.woman;'Don't get me wrong I'm not just going around doing things for whatever guy asks, but you do deserve //something//. I know you've been on ''edge'' for a while, and it may be my fault a bit, I suppose. I knew I shouldn't have joked about giving you a blowjob.'@@ Cheryl steps towards you slowly. @@.woman;'Do you want...some help?'@@ @@.mc;'Yes!'@@ you blurt. Finally, after so long, and with a woman like Cheryl. @@.woman;'Well ok, but just a quick handjob, don't get any funny ideas ok.'@@ She kneels in front of you and holds your manhood. @@.woman;'God it's actually a relief to be in front a cock I can get one hand around.'.@@ She circles a finger around the glans of your penis, @@.woman;'Brad was too much at times.'@@ Cheryl moves on hand to fondle your balls, @@.woman;'and these...I can do a proper job and give these guys some love at the same time. //Oh// and I wouldn't have to have them slapping into me when you fuck from behind either!'@@ She seems half lost in her thoughts. @@.woman;'Anyway enough of that! Let's get this over with.'@@ Cheryl's hand travels down your shaft and back up. You feel your balls contract. She runs her index finger up and down your shaft, your hips buck. She takes her hand away. [[You erupt.][$orgasm to $orgasm]]

You decide to check the washing machine. Over two hours still?! Ugh you need to do too many things, you can't afford to wait that long. It dawns on you, you'll have to wear a g-string all day. Why did Cheryl have to take your boxers as well? Why is this happening. You pick out what you think is the largest pair, which are at least blue. You can't see yourself in the bright pink pair. Wait, does that mean you //can// see yourself in these? You go back into the bathroom to get dressed. You slip your legs into the g-string and pull it up. The front is snug, but not contstrictive. You unthinkingly turn around and check out your ass in the mirror. It is perfectly framed by the panties. [[You dress fully and head out of Cheryl's appartment|cityDay2][$blueGString to true, $wearBlueGString to true]]

It dawns on you, you'll have to wear a g-string all day. Why did Cheryl have to take your boxers as well? Why is this happening. You pick out what you think is the largest pair, which are at least blue. You can't see yourself in the bright pink pair. Wait, does that mean you //can// see yourself in these? You go back into the bathroom to get dressed. You slip your legs into the g-string and pull it up. The front is snug, but not contstrictive. You unthinkingly turn around and check out your ass in the mirror. It is perfectly framed by the panties. [[You dress fully and head out of Cheryl's appartment|mastThought][$blueGString to true, $wearBlueGString to true]]

The receptionist picks up her phone and dials. 'Hello, is this Paris?' -'Hi, I've got someone interested in the spare room' -'Yes they are aware of the conditions.' -'I know, I know. When are you free to conduct the interview?' -'OK, I'll ask,' she holds the phone to her chest, 'can you do 6pm this evening?' @@.mc;'Yeah that'll be fine'@@ you reply. She picks the phone back up. 'Yes he'll be there at 6.' -'Yes, I said he.' -'Oh, one second.' She put the phone to her chest once more. 'They apparently have a few more conditions for a male tenant, I don't have these to hand though, are you alright with them informing you when they interview you?' You say you suppose so, though wonder why exactly being a guy changes things. The receptionist goes back to the phone. 'He says he's fine with you bringing it up in the interview' -'OK now, bye' The receptionist hands you the address. While slightly concerned, you are also deeply relieved you might have an actual room of your own to sleep in tonight. [[You exit the agency]]

@@.woman;'Hey $name!' She leans in for a hug. 'Did you get my note?'@@ <<if $blueGString is true>>\ @@.mc;'Yeah I did.'@@ @@.woman;'//Well//. Did you appreciate my help?'@@ @@.mc;'You didn't have to get rid of my boxers...'@@ @@.woman;'Oh I //so// did. I bet you love it deep down. You //are// wearing some aren't you?'@@ @@.mc;'Maybe.'@@ @@.woman;'Go on show me!'@@ @@.mc;'What?! Not here, anybody could see!'@@ @@.woman;'So?'@@ She reaches under your t-shirt and feels around the waist or your trousers. She pulls on the side of your g-string, letting go to snap against your side. [['Bathroom. Now.']] <<else>> @@.mc;'Yeah I did.'@@ @@.woman;'How was the housing hunt?'@@ @@.mc;'Potentially successful, I have an interview fairly soon to find out.'@@ @@.woman;'Well good luck! Let's hope you have as much fun with them as you did with me. If you need somewhere to sleep I'm always happy to oblige.'@@ You spend an hour or so chatting with Cheryl. [[Time for your interview|Interviewflat]] <</if>>

@@.woman;'You've been very //naughty// $name.'@@ She grabs your shirt and push you slightly back over a table. @@.woman;'Don't make me //force// you to do things. Promise me you won't do something like that again.'@@ @@.mc;'I promise! Please I'm sorry.'@@ @@.woman;'OK. I don't want to have to be a cruel friend. Sometimes people need to be set straight. I want to be nice.'@@ @@.mc;'Y-you are nice...'@@ @@.woman;'I'm glad you see it that way. I'm only doing what's best for you as a friend ok?@@ @@.mc;'I know.'@@ @@.woman;'Good. Just follow my guidance and you'll be alright babe! //Trust me// it'll be so much fun.'@@ @@.mc;'I trust you...'@@ @@.woman;'I don't want to have to spank you like a naughty girl!'@@ Cheryl laughs...or something maybe close to a cackle. She eventually settles and mellows, [[sitting back down|You pull up your trousers and walk out][$submissive to $submissive + 1, $naughtyBathroomTrig to true]]

@@.woman;'Oh I can't see why he'd mind, plus if you do the cooking he'll get extra attention from me! I think he'd be rather happy with it all actually.'@@ @@.mc;'I don't know, I wouldn't have to wear that apron again would I?@@ @@.woman;'Well not if you don't want to of course but you wouldn't want to ruin your clothes would you? I'm sure Brad would find it hilarious too! Oh just imagine if he knew you were wearing panties as well! Hahahaha.'@@ @@.mc;'I really don't want-'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't worry that can be our little secret!'@@ @@.mc;'I still don't want to cook while you and Brad do whatever'@@ @@.woman;'Aww, well...I mean we can cook for Brad together? You'd like to cook with me again wouldn't you?'@@ @@.mc;'I suppose that wouldn't be too bad.'@@ @@.woman;'That's that settled then! We can serve Brad together!'@@ [[You have a weird feeling about this, you'd rather you didn't place yourself against Brad in front of Cheryl|invitedtocherandbrad]] [[You can't say you really want to be around Brad. But Cheryl seems so keen on the idea for whatever reason. You'll at least consider it|invitedtocherandbrad][$cuck to $cuck + 1, $cherylbradeve2 to true]]

@@.woman;'Well not if you don't want to of course but you wouldn't want to ruin your clothes would you? I'm sure Brad would find it hilarious too! Oh just imagine if he knew you were wearing panties as well! Hahahaha.'@@ @@.mc;'I really don't want-'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't worry that can be our little secret!'@@ @@.mc;'I still don't want to cook while you and Brad do whatever'@@ @@.woman;'Aww, well...I mean we can cook for Brad together? You'd like to cook with me again wouldn't you?'@@ @@.mc;'I suppose that wouldn't be too bad.'@@ @@.woman;'That's that settled then! We can serve Brad together!' [[You have a weird feeling about this, you'd rather you didn't place yourself against Brad in front of Cheryl|invitedtocherandbrad]] [[You can't say you really want to be around Brad. But Cheryl seems so keen on the idea for whatever reason. You'll at least consider it|invitedtocherandbrad][$cuck to $cuck + 1, $cherylbradeve2 to true]]

@@.marion;'Alright, OK. To start off with, if our sexual interests have a request for you, you must fulfil it.'@@ She sees your surprised reaction. @@.marion;'Don't worry, we don't mean anything sexual or whatever, we just don't want to allow you to scare them off or get them jealous. I'm sure you won't be a problem there.'@@ She continues @@.marion;'You are to shower at 8am or not at all. We don't want any awkward bathroom situations, you can ask for permission if there is another time when you are really desperate to. Any changes you want to make to your bedroom must be approved by both of us first and if we want to make changes you can't block them. Wear decent clothes. No grubby clothes or ugly boots stomping around the house. Don't at us when we aren't dressed. Obviously this can change when we begin to trust you. But well, you're a guy who we don't know. You must inform us if you want to bring a date home. You must do whatever shopping for us that we request. It will not be a regular thing, but we may need you to fetch something occasionally.'@@ Marion folds the paper. Paris adds: @@.paris;'Of course these are always subject to change if we feel there is a particular situation that requires it. Please understand it is nothing personal, we just want to avoid potential problems a male tenant can bring.'@@ @@.mc;'Some of that seems a little...controlling? No? Can we not negotiate a little?'@@ @@.paris;'No, not for now. If you behave well then maybe. Don't worry, we're not looking for a slave.'@@ @@.mc;'Uhh I wasn't worried about that before...'@@ [[You don't really have any other options, you'll have to wait and see how this turns out]]

The waitress returns with your wine, it's pretty good in fairness, rather amazing for a bar. Certainly a bar that looks like this. You chat pleasantly with Paris and Marion, they both seem quite personable. Until they get on the topic of men at least, you can't believe some of the things they say, but you can't contribute and tune out a little. You spot a woman sitting alone by the bar. She's in a stunning off-shoulder, sheer red dress with a thigh-high slit. Her strap heels go all the way up her calf. You try to stop starting but are close to transfixed. @@.paris;'See something you like?'@@ Paris asks. @@.mc;'Oh, no. Well yes but I should stop looking.'@@ @@.marion;'You should go and talk to her!'@@ You would love to, but she looks as though she'd eat you alive and probably would do the same to most men. @@.paris;'Go on, we'll let you bring her back home if you can convince her.'@@ [[You decide better against it, you say you need an early night for the job hunt tomorrow]] [[What have you got to lose? The worst she can do is say no, right?|noharm][$biancaBarMet to true]]

Paris speaks again, @@.paris;'$name, did you say you were looking for a job?' @@ @@.mc;'Yeah, I am. A friend says she might be able to help but it's nothing definite.'@@ @@.paris;'Well, we might be able to help too. I work at a law firm and there's some secretarial positions open I think. I can probably get a good word in for you, especially as you'll be working under me.'@@ @@.marion;'There's always some roles fill at the sex shop where I work too!'@@ @@.mc;'Sex shop?'@@ You ask. @@.paris;'Yeah, you know, toys, videos, gear. Whatever your desire we can get it for you!'@@ @@.mc;'Well, thank you both for offering to help. I'd still like to look around, but both of those sound fine really, especially to get some cash flow, almost anything is an option.'@@ @@.paris;'Well let us know if you need our help, we can always make special...arrangements for you.'@@ [[You aren't sure why Paris paused before the word arrangements, but she seems genuine.]]

She managed to find it so quickly it was as though she'd had it ready for all of your conversation. She uses her other hand to hold your head still, not squeezing too hard, but perhaps enough to leave a slight mark at the top of your throat. @@.woman;'Sit still $name!'@@ She snaps. You do as you're told, but it's a weird sensation, difficult to not twitch a little. You're enjoying being so close and having the touch of a woman. @@.woman;'Voila! Ohhh //divine// darling, mwah! Go on give us a little pout, show 'em off'@@ You oblige, while trying to hide a smile. @@.woman;'You //so// need to see yourself in the mirror, come to the bathroom with me.'@@ You had always hoped for a bit of fun in the bathroom with a chick. But this wasn't exactly what you had in mind. [[You get up and head to the bathroom]]

@@.man;'Hey bro, nice to meet you...uh'@@ His eyes narrow, you can't quite work out why. @@.man;'You are a dude aren't you?'@@ @@.woman;'''Brad!'''@@ Cheryl snaps. @@.woman;'What sort of a question is that?! Be nice to $name, he just moved here!'@@ @@.man;'Sorry man, I just...I mean I thought you were a dude but...I mean are you wearing lipstick...?'@@ You begin to respond: @@.mc;'Oh well, I-'@@ But Cheryl's giggling and eventual cackling cuts you off. @@.man;'What's so funny?'@@ Brad asks. @@.woman;'Ohhhh Brad. That's totally my fault, I just wanted to try my lipstick on him and well, he was just too nice to have the heart to stop me I suppose'@@ You nod sheepishly. @@.man;'You're into putting lipstick on dudes now? Like, giving them a makeover and not you know...other ways of getting it on.'@@ He smirks at Cheryl as though a pleasant memory has popped into his head. @@.woman;'Well, I mean. I'm not opposed to...//that// as you damn well know. Like, I dunno. It was just different with $name, I wouldn't do it with ''you''. But with $name here, it was a lot of fun! Wasn't it $name?!'@@ You mumble something close to a yes. You try to maintain a cool veneer, but deep down you are mortified that Brad has seen you in lipstick. You are concerned with how Cheryl seems to see you so differently to Brad...but the differences start to become clear to you. It wasn't just his hands that were bigger than you, //everything// about him dwarfs you. In height and general size you're far closer to Cheryl than this beast... @@.man;'That ain't right Cheryl. Lipstick is for chicks'@@ he turns his gaze to you, @@.man;'sorry man, I don't mean to be rude just...lipstick?! How do you let a chick just emasculate you like that!? Cheryl of all people too...'@@ he shakes his head. @@.man;'Damn! You gotta be some kind of sissy...'@@ @@.woman;'Stop it Brad!'@@ Cheryl interrupts, she seems to be getting protective over you, maybe she feels bad about the lipstick. @@.woman;'He's not a sissy it was just a bit of fun! He hasn't done anything wrong.'@@ [[You begin to wish you hadn't entered the café earlier, why is this happening to you][$bradLipstick to true]]

@@.woman;'HAHA YES! It was ''so'' //cute//'@@ You realise that you've lost any hope of Cheryl seeing you as a normal guy, there's no chance she'll look at you the way she looked at Brad... @@.woman;'So come on! Answer me!'@@ @@.mc;'No, doll isn't right.'@@ @@.woman;'Well //fine//. Would you prefer //make you pretty//?'@@ You stare at the ground. You're deeply conflicted. The turn of events has you down, but simultaneously you're pleased to have the company of a woman. You'd rather please Cheryl and have her look at you this way, than reject her and have no chance anyway. @@.woman;'Ohh don't look down at your feet. Look at me!'@@ You follow her order, you give her a weak smile. @@.woman;'I'm going to take that as a yes you know, you totally would have.'@@ @@.woman;'C'mon cutie, my place is this way.' @@[[Cheryl grabs your hand.|lipstickthoughts][$crossdress to $crossdress + 1]]

@@.woman;'Aww you're so sweet $name. I can't imagine any other guy thinking of me like that. If Brad was like you I'd probably still be with him!'@@ @@.mc;'What was Brad like?'@@ You immediately regret asking, you've had more than enough about Brad, but it seems Cheryl hasn't. @@.woman;'Oh well, I was lucky if I was allowed to wear anything in the apartment you know. It was so routine I feel way overdressed like this, it's like he was training me! I was lucky if he let me wear some outfit for him'.@@ Her eyes widen. @@.woman;'Oh like the maid one!' She bursts into laughter. 'Oh I'd //so// forgotten about that, and to think here I am, just having called you my maid! Oh this is so good. I mean don't get me wrong, it was fun with Brad, but you know sometimes you just want to relax in some hotpants or whatever. I mean just ''//anything//'' would do.'@@ You can't imagine controlling a woman to have her basically naked at your command. The idea sounds fantastic, but saddeningly remote. Especially with Cheryl. @@.mc;'Brad sounds awful.'@@ Wonderfully awful, but you have to get her past him. @@.woman;'Oh he was. But in the best ways at times,'@@ she bites her lip, @@.woman;'ohhh just the best. Anyway, we're good right?'@@ You nod. @@.woman;'Alright then! Let's get cooking! One sec, let me get an apron, don't want to get anything on me. Do you want me to get you one too?'@@ [[Considering you only have one change of clothes you say yes.]]

@@.bianca;'Oh you would totally be in agreement if you'd seen how convincing Marcus was, but nevermind maybe some other time. I'm only concerned a little about the balance between black and white you know?'@@ @@.mc;'How do you mean?'@@ @@.bianca;'Well black is a lot //stronger// that white isn't it? Black is much more ''dominant''. Don't you agree?'@@ @@.mc;'I'm not sure...I think they just work fairly evenly...'@@ @@.bianca;'Oh you'd understand if you'd seen Marcus in the bathroom, really you would. White is definitely meant to //serve// black.'@@ @@.mc;'Well since you seem so certain. I guess you're the expert...'@@ @@.bianca;'Oh only thanks to Marcus. I'm sure he can teach you too.'@@ You try to talk with her for a little bit longer...you still appreciated the presence of a gorgeous woman even if she seems to be thinking about something else all the time. @@.bianca;'Could you walk me back to my place? I don't like going back alone at night.'@@ [[You agree and walk to her place][$raceNight2 to true, $race to $race + 1]]

@@.bianca;'Do you like that? Being touched in these?'@@ @@.mc;'Could...could you give me a blowjob please?'@@ @@.bianca;'Oh you poor thing. Come on then let's get this over with.'@@ She pulls your g-string down. @@.bianca;'I guess I thought you didn't really want it, you know with those on. Plus most guys would've forced me onto their dick by now.'@@ She begins to hold your penis, clasping it between her index finger and thumb. @@.bianca;'You know I always thought guys who wore panties would be...//you know//. I mean //obviously// I've had much bigger but still and //they// wouldn't fit at all. But you're not ridiculously...'@@ She kisses the tip of your penis and swirls her tongue around the head. She definitely knows how to suck a cock. She looks at you as she travels up and down your shaft, using her tongue in all the right places. It's not long until you're on the edge and cumming down her throat. She sucks your dick dry, smiling at you when she's finished. @@.bianca;'Did you enjoy that?'@@ @@.mc;'Y-yeah, you're great.'@@ @@.bianca;'Aww, thanks. Now, let's get these panties back on.'@@ She pulls your g-string back up your legs, giving a big smile as she gets them back in place. She leaves you to pull your trousers back up yourself. [[You leave the bathroom|You leave the bathroom first][$exhibition to $exhibition + 1, $sph to $sph + 1, $biancaPanties to true]]

@@.mc;'Yeah, they're lovely Cheryl...'@@ @@.woman;'Not that Brad will really care, this is more for me! At least you get to enjoy them as well! Oh if only Brad had your //appreciation// of this stuff. No way he'd help me get dressed for another guy's pleasure though! Us girls need more guys like you!'@@ @@.mc;'Th-thanks.'@@ @@.woman;'Not that Brad doesn't like some of the heels I have. There are some platform stripper ones that drive him wild! I'm saving those for //much// later though.'@@ She looks at herself in the mirror, clearly happy with the image she presents. @@.woman;'Right, we need to get this place tidied up and start getting the food ready, he'll be here soon!'@@ [[You exit the bedroom]]

@@.mc;'You look'@@ you can't take your eyes away from those breasts, @@.mc;'you look good.'@@ That's a safe enough answer. @@.woman;'Only good?? Oh this is so hard why am I overthinking this so much I feel like a schoolgirl! I just...I just want to look right for Brad you know?'@@ @@.mc;'If Brad doesn't like what he sees then he'd be blind.'@@ @@.woman;'Aww see you're helping already. I'm still not sure about this though. You're definitely going to help me. I want to get it //just// right for Brad...not too slutty, but definitely sexy you know?'@@ @@.mc;'Go on?'@@ @@.woman;'Well like I mean...I want him to //want// to throw me over the table and fuck me in front of you, but not //actually// do it you know?'@@ @@.mc;'Uh I guess I can agree that's a start...he wouldn't do that though surely?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh you don't know Brad...if I wore some of his //favorite// stuff...I wouldn't put it past him.'@@ [[You try to ignore the idea, and ask what you can do to help]]

<<if $bradLipstick is true>>@@.woman;'Yeah, you know the guy who you saw with me yesterday!'@@ @@.man;'What? The dude you put lipstick on?! I hope you aren't getting ideas about doing that to me!'@@ @@.woman;'Haha, no I'd never do it to you silly! Now be nice to him he's a good friend! He's helped me get ready for you so you should be grateful!'@@ @@.man;'Well alright, I'll try, he's not wearing lipstick now is he?' 'No, now stop! Let's go introduce you two again.'@@ They both enter the kitchen. Brad gives you a crunching handshake, his hands must be twice the size of yours. @@.man;'What you cooking for me and Cheryl then?'@@ @@.mc;'Oh just some pasta or whatever...Cheryl's showing me how'@@ @@.man;'Damn you'd never catch me cooking, would you Cheryl?'@@ @@.woman;'Not a chance! That's my role isn't it?'@@ <<else>>\ @@.woman;'Oh you haven't met him yet, he's a new friend who moved here recently!'@@ @@.man;'But I thought it was just going to be us two.'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't worry, you should be glad he's here. He helped get me ready for you! He's helping cook too!'@@ @@.man;'Well alright I guess I'll live with it, but you owe me later' 'I sure hope so!'@@ They both enter the kitchen. Brad introduces himself and gives you a crunching handshake, his hands must be twice the size of yours. @@.man;'What you cooking for me and Cheryl then?'@@ @@.mc;'Oh just a pasta sauce or something...Cheryl's showing me how'@@ @@.man;'Damn you'd never catch me cooking, would you Cheryl?'@@ @@.woman;'Not a chance! That's my role isn't it?'@@ <</if>>\ [[You continue cooking]]

You look back to your food, but out of the corner of your eye see Cheryl react, knocking over a bottle of wine. You react to try to stop it falling over. @@.woman;'Brad! not there while we're eating!'@@ Neither of them seem to have noticed your prone body on the floor, wine spilled down your shirt, pasta sauce on your groin. Fuck. Cheryl eventually notices. @@.woman;'$name? Are you ok?'@@ @@.mc;'Uhh...'@@ @@.man;'He's got wine all down his front!'@@ @@.woman;'Oh $name! You should've worn the apron! Come on let's see if we can clean you up in the bathroom!'@@ [[Cheryl takes you the bathroom]]

<<audio spank play>>\ <<shakescreen 1s>>\ !@@.sub;//''SMACK''//@@ You bite your lip to avoid from screaming out, you've never felt so much power before. Cheryl bursts out into laughter. @@.woman;'Oh my God Brad I didn't think you'd do it so hard!'@@ @@.man;'You said to be rough...'@@ @@.woman;'You left a mark! Hahaha. It's like you've branded $name!'@@ The pain finally subsides somewhat, Cheryl runs her fingers through your hair. @@.woman;'See $name, that wasn't so bad was it?'@@ @@.mc;'I suppose not...'@@ You don't want to cause any more problems. @@.woman;'You just need to trust me and have fun with me, we can have so much fun together!'@@ You're not sure what Cheryl's idea of fun really is, but you agree meekly anyway. [[You sit down next to Brad and Cheryl][$spankedBrad to true, $brandedByBrad to true, $sissy to $sissy + 1, $submissive to $submissive + 1]]

<<if $brandedByBrad is true>>Achivement 1: @@.sub;//''Branded by Brad''//@@ You have felt Brad's force, I'm sure you enjoyed it. You're the type to know your place. <<else>>Achievement 1 not attained<</if>> <<if $cumCleaner is true>>Achivement 2: @@.sub;//''Cum Cleaner''//@@ You've found sexual role that you're good at. <<else>>Achievement 2 not attained<</if>> <<if $underLock is true>>Achivement 3: @@.sub;//''Under lock and key''//@@ Your cock now has a new owner.<<else>>Achievement 3 not attained<</if>> <<back>>

You notice Marion in the kitchen. She must have heard. @@.marion;'Didn't satisfy her?'@@ she laughs. @@.mc;'Err, sort of...'@@ @@.marion;'Freaks a bit cruel though, did you try something weird?'@@ @@.mc;'Errr...no not really?'@@ @@.marion;'Strange...Bianca's normally up for anything and anyone...what the fuck did you do?'@@ @@.mc;'Wait, you know her?'@@ @@.marion;'Well, //everyone// knows Bianca. She's the town's bike, everyone has had a go.'@@ @@.mc;'And you told me to go chat her up?'@@ @@.marion;'Well, we thought you could do with a bit of an early confidence booster you know...I don't know if Bianca's turned down anyone before. Are you...normal...down there?'@@ @@.mc;'Yes, of course!'@@ @@.marion;'Oh well, you'll certainly make a name for yourself being rejected by her...she's a //huge// gossip. I need to go to bed, goodnight.'@@ She leaves smirking to herself. Was she trying to help you out really, or was it all a setup? [[You go to bed|sleepNightTwoMerge][$biancaBad to true, $biancaPanties to true, $submissive to $submissive + 1]]

<<if $marionBlue>>\ @@.marion;'Hey $name, good to see you dressed this time!'@@ @@.mc;'Ha, yeah about that...'@@ @@.marion;'Oh don't worry, I don't mind if you're into that sort of thing, just try not to walk around the place like that. Though I'm sure Paris would find it hilarious.'@@ @@.mc;'Please don't te-'@@ @@.marion;'Mmm I won't for now. As long as you stay on my good side.'@@ @@.mc;'I'm not a-'@@ <</if>>\ Paris enters the kitchen. @@.paris;'Hey roommies! I hope we're all well today! How was your first night $name?'@@ @@.mc;'Well, I mean...'@@ You think about how Paris' screaming ruined your night's rest. @@.mc;'I could've slept better.'@@ @@.paris;'Oh, was there something wrong with the bed?'@@ Paris asks. @@.mc;'No, the bed's fine, it just...'@@ @@.paris;'Just what? C'mon tell us we might be able to help.'@@ @@.mc;'Well, there was some noise...'@@ @@.paris;'Ohhhh //right//. Well, you did sign the contract and the noise stuff was mentioned.'@@ @@.mc;'I know, I just thought it'd be music or something.'@@ @@.paris;'Oh we play music too, and hold parties and stuff that was more what we were thinking I suppose. Was I //that// loud?'@@ [['Yeah...you were pretty loud.']]

Paris sighs. @@.paris;'Mike's just too good. I'm sorry but that's something you'll have to live with. It's not //that// bad is it, hearing a man make me moan?'@@ @@.mc;'Well, I guess...but I do need to sleep.'@@ @@.paris;'You'll get used to it I'm sure,'@@ Paris says almost dismissively. @@.marion;'You'll probably have to $name! Paris seems to bring home a few new guys every week!'@@ Marion laughs. @@.paris;'Oh I'm not that bad!'@@ @@.marion;'Oh puh-lease. And then there's how much you gossip about all of them!'@@ @@.paris;'Whatever Marion. Don't pretend you don't like the details! Or that you wouldn't bring them all home if you could either, you just need to dress yourself up a bit!'@@ @@.marion;'Not this again, fine I guess //I// don't mind the details. But I don't know if $name wants that, he's going to be hearing it all anyway! And then there's the times I found you screwing on the kitchen table or the living room floor...at least you seem to have stopped that.'@@ Marion turns to you. @@.marion;'She's insatiable, it's incredible.'@@ Paris laughs. @@.paris;'Oh you do make it sound so sordid, it's just a bit of fun! Don't pretend you were bothered by catching me with a guy anyway, I've seen the way you look at some of them, especially Mike! Plus, are you really going to be that bothered $name? Guys spend //hours// on their computer watching other men screwing women, so what if you end up seeing me?'@@ Paris certainly is...brazen. [[You'd rather not watch her getting fucked. It's not for you|pariskitchen1]] [[You can't say it'd be that bad to catch her doing it...|pariskitchen1][$cuck to $cuck +1, $parisCuck to true]]

@@.marion;'Paris has //one// very ''specific'' requirement for her partners.'@@ She holds her hands about a foot apart and laughs. @@.paris;'Oh stop it, don't make me sound so shallow. It's not the only thing I care about.'@@ @@.marion;'Yeah yeah, but you know you'd filter out all the men who don't meet the requirements on a night out wouldn't you!'@@ @@.paris;'Now there's a thought! I mean, do they count as men?'@@ @@.marion;'Oh that's cruel!@@ You notice both of them look at your crotch, as though quickly trying to categorise you, both grinning and catching each other's eyes. @@.marion;'Don't worry $name, she's only kidding. //Well// sort of, it's not like we're talking that large anyway.'@@ You blush, you feel their eyes on you, like cats stalking prey. <<if $cherSnap1>>\ The image of Brad's dick comes into your head. You meet 3 attractive women and two of them have lovers hung like horses, what's with this place? You can't help but wonder what Mike's is like as well.. <<set $cuck to $cuck + 1>> @@.mc;'Uhhh, how large?'@@ @@.paris;'Oooh you're getting into girl talk already!'@@ Paris delights. @@.paris;'//Well// as long as a guy passes the arm test it's fine.'@@ @@.mc;'The...arm test?'@@ You ask. Did you //really// need to ask that?! @@.paris;'Yeah!'@@ Paris and Marion both grab their forearms. @@.paris;'It's not like I have a big forearm anyway'@@ Paris continues. @@.paris;'So I think it's fair. You have quite slender arms don't you...Come here give me your arm.'@@ Paris grabs your arm and puts hers next to it. @@.paris;'Yeah see, about the same. We could totally use yours to measure //real// men.'@@ Marion pipes up: @@.marion;'Well Mike definitely passes that test doesn't he?'@@ @@.paris;'Oh of course and then some.'@@ @@.marion;'Do you still have that picture?'@@ Marion asks Paris. @@.paris;'Like I'd ever get rid of it, I love it!'@@ @@.mc;'...Picture?'@@ You enquire. @@.paris;'Oh just a measuring one...'@@ @@.marion;'You should show $name!'@@ Marion tells Paris. @@.paris;'Oh well, maybe. If he's well behaved.'@@ You don't know if you really want to see, but you doubt the choice will end up being yours... <<else>>\ @@.paris;'Yeah'@@ Paris agrees. @@.paris;'I'm sure you have ''very'' //little// to worry about.'@@ <</if>>\ @@.paris;'Well, this chat has been lovely, but I really need to get to work.'@@ [[She begins to leave.]]

@@.marion;'What about the washing Paris? I thought you were going to sort that out?'@@ @@.paris;'Well, surely that falls under $name's remit now? He did agree to do housework stuff...'@@ @@.marion;'But...do we want him doing that, touching our stuff?'@@ @@.paris;'I don't see why not really.'@@ Marion looks as though she wants to question this, but Paris doesn't allow her to. @@.paris;'$name, we have a problem with our washing machine, so we need our clothes taken to the launderette, there's a basket in the bathroom with our stuff in. Could you do that for us please?'@@ You aren't thrilled at the idea of doing their washing, but you did agree to the contract. @@.paris;'Well that's settled, I really do need to get to work, bye then!'@@ Paris exits the house. <<if $marionBlue>>\ [[Marion turns to you and folds her arms.]] <<else>>\ @@.marion;'Well I need to get going as well, thanks for doing the washing, I reckon you're gonna be a great roommate!'@@ Marion leaves the house after giving you direcions. [[Time to do the washing you guess]] <</if>>

@@.marion;'I don't want any funny business $name, I'll be checking to make sure none of my underwear goes missing!'@@ @@.mc;'What, but I wouldn't take...'@@ You realise you //did// take Cheryl's gstring... @@.marion;'Whatever, you can wear panties if you really want to just don't take mine, you have to earn the right to touch a girl's panties.'@@ @@.mc;'I'm not going to I prom-'@@ @@.marion;'I guess that does settle what I was wondering earlier anyway.'@@ @@.mc;'W-what, settle...what were you wondering?'@@ @@.marion;'Oh you know, if you'd pass the arm test. I don't know why I wasn't sure though, if you can get into //that// gstring...you'll come up just a bit short.'@@ You can't really respond to such a direct insult. With all this talk about cock size and panties...it's as though you're almost...//adapting// to your surroundings. @@.marion;'Just behave and it'll all be fine. The arm test is just a bit of silly fun, not every girl is quite like Paris.'@@ @@.mc;'I'll behave, ok.'@@ @@.marion;'Good, good. Well I have to go to work as well, I'll leave you to it!.'@@ Marion leaves the house as well, after giving you directions. [[Time to do the washing you guess][$sph to $sph + 1, $penis to $penis - 1]]

@@.carmen;'Ooooh not just panties, //pretty pink// panties, extra girly! Not bad...but I did say //sexy//, remember. Not just cute and girly.'@@ @@.mc;'But...these are what I have on, come on surely that's enough.'@@ @@.carmen;'Maybe, but you'll have to show me what they're like at the back. Go on don't be shy, turn around.'@@ You turn around and show a small part of the back. @@.mc;'Oooh are those ruffles? Is that a bow!?'@@ You turn back, waiting for her verdict. @@.carmen;'No no no I can't judge from that, pull your damn trousers down you wimp.'@@ You've gone this far...you do as you're told. @@.carmen;'//Very// nice. The bow is perfect for you. Alright you've convinced me, the underwear could have been sexier. ''But'', with a nice ass like that, I can believe you wear all of this slutty stuff, I bet you're //popular//.'@@ She winks at you. @@.carmen;'Alright, I'll get this stuff on and you can take a seat, I'd offer a cushion but you have plenty of padding anyway. Oh, can I take your name?'@@ @@.mc;'Err OK, it's $name, why?'@@ @@.carmen;'Oh just a note that you wear women's clothing so you don't have any future confusion with us. We aim to keep our customers happy after all.'@@ @@.mc;'I don't think I'll be bringing...'@@ You wonder if this will actually be a regular thing, when are Paris and Marion going to get their washer fixed? @@.carmen;'Well just in case. It'll only be a few staff members here that know anyway, we'll do our best to not gossip!'@@ She chuckles. [[You sit down and she gets on with the task.]]

@@.carmen;'''Kneel.'''@@ You drop to your knees. She gets down from the counter, standing over you. @@.carmen;'Kiss my shoes.'@@ You give her right heel a quick peck. @@.carmen;'And the other one.'@@ You sigh, but oblige. @@.carmen;'Again, but as though you enjoy it.'@@ You give a slightly more prolonged attempt. @@.carmen;'Good boy. Now say thank you Mistress Carmen.'@@ @@.mc;'Th-thank you Mistress Carmen.'@@ @@.carmen;'Get up. Bend over the counter. You need to be taught a lesson.'@@ [[You steel yourself]]

@@.carmen;'Good, good. You're learning fast.'@@ She pulls your hair, getting you to stand up. @@.carmen;'I don't //want// to have to punish you, only naughty boys get punished.'@@ She leans in to you, her breasts pressed firmly against your shoulder. She whispers into your ear: @@.carmen;'Though maybe you //are// a naughty boy who //wants// to be punished.'@@ Her nails dig into your scalp, you whimper. @@.mc;'Please...I just want some washing done...'@@ @@.carmen;'Not yet boy. Now let's start again and see if you can get it right.'@@ She lets go of your hair and sits on the counter. '''KNEEL''' You kneel. Carmen holds her right stiletto centimetres away from your face. @@.carmen;'This time...'@@ she tilts her shoe and brings the heel to your lips. @@.carmen;'This time kiss them like you //mean// it.'@@ You lean in carefully to kiss the toe of her shoe, making sure not to be too quick. @@.carmen;'That's better'@@ she whispers. You finish kissing the other one as well. Carmen lifts your chin up with her foot. @@.carmen;'That wasn't so hard was it now?'@@ She smiles and gets off the counter. @@.carmen;'Alright, I //suppose// I'll get this washing done for you, I've had my fun.'@@ [[Relieved, you begin to stand up.]]

@@.carmen;'See you're a natural at this...actually what is your name?'@@ @@.mc;'Oh right, it's $name.'@@ @@.carmen;'Well then $name. You've been great, I've never known a guy to be so gentle or even //dainty// with women's underwear...an absolute natural!'@@ @@.mc;'Err thanks I guess...'@@ You aren't quite sure whether to take it as a good thing... @@.carmen;'Alright! Finally sorted that, let's load these babies into a machine.'@@ You help again. Well, you follow your orders more like. @@.carmen;'I'll put these on a medium setting, there's nothing too flimsy to worry about.'@@ Personally it seemed to you that some of those garments wouldn't even last a light rinse...but you can't really argue. You can't help but wonder what //would// require a light setting. [[You ask if you can come back in a few hours to collect the clothes]]

@@.woman;'Come on!'@@ @@.mc;'The pink...'@@ @@.woman;'No way!'@@ She covers her mouth to suppress a laugh. @@.woman;'You're more into this than I thought!'@@ @@.mc;'I just picked them out at random!'@@ @@.woman;'Oh sure and you just accidentally put my thong in your bag right? It's just a coincidence you were hard as a rock in the blue ones yesterday too. There's //no way// you'd possibly //want// to pick the girliest option I gave you...'@@ She crosses her arms and looks at you with an air of disappointment. @@.mc;'It was just random honestly...'@@ @@.woman;'Well if you keep insisting it was, maybe we should make things a bit less random.'@@ @@.mc;'Erm, less random?'@@ @@.woman;'Sure! I have loads of pretty pink panties, you can have some more! '@@ You try to respond but just end up mumbling. @@.woman;'I do need to know if you're really wearing them though...and this isn't just a clever trick to get more of my panties! Bathroom tiiime!'@@ [[Cheryl takes you to the bathroom]]

@@.woman;'Well //something// must have excited it yesterday, I thought it was your blue g-string...don't you like your pink ones?'@@ @@.mc;'I mean like is a strong word...'@@ @@.woman;'And yet you chose them! Hmm no I'm sure you like them, maybe you're getting too used to being in panties? It's just not //exciting// enough. Maybe we need to try something new?'@@ @@.mc;'Errr...new?'@@ @@.woman;'Yeah! I mean like, you're not gonna get more girly than pink panties on their own now are you? I think you need something else done you know? Like, I mean obviously not something people are going to see...we don't want to embarrass you too much!'@@ She laughs. @@.woman;'Oooh what about shaving your hair?!'@@ @@.mc;'Uhh my haircut is fine...'@@ Girls don't really shave their heads anyway... @@.woman;'Oh you! No silly. Ok so. Don't freak out but I sort of noticed, you know your butt is cute and all, but there's a bit of hair...and I mean like, a hairy butt //and// legs kind of ruin the look of panties right? You wouldn't want a girl in nice underwear but hairy would you?'@@ @@.mc;'No...'@@ @@.woman;'See so you can't go around wearing panties and leave your ass and legs like that! Oh they'll be so nice and smooth. Personally I can't imagine having nasty hairy legs...you'll love it!'@@ @@.mc;'Isn't it a bit too much of an effort...'@@ @@.woman;'Oh but it's //so// worth it! Your legs will look super slender and totally hot! Don't worry I'll help you through your first time, I'm sure I have some wax or a razor or something lying around, down time at work is a great time to have a little touch up!'@@ @@.mc;'Cheryl...really? I mean come on shaving my legs?'@@ @@.woman;'Yes //trust me//. Nobody will know and it'll feel so good! I mean if you //really// don't like it the hair will grow back anyway. But I mean seriously, I bet you won't go back to a hairy butt and legs ever again!'@@ [[Cheryl tells you to wait there, while she goes to look]]

@@.woman;'Prepare yourself $name! On three, one...two...three!'@@ @@.mc;'Aaah!'@@ You yelp. @@.woman;'Hahaha, oh your big wuss! It's not that bad!'@@ You let her finish the rest of your backside, it doesn't take too long as your didn't have much hair on it to tell the truth. @@.woman;'Done!' Cheryl rubs your ass 'So smooth and round! $name I think pink thongs are going to be your staple!'@@ @@.mc;'Uh thanks I guess?'@@ @@.woman;'Now...ok, turn around'@@ You turn around, thankfully still flaccid. @@.woman;'We really can't have pubes poking out from your panties. This //may// be a //teeny, weeny// bit painful. But trust me, you'll be fine.'@@ She begins to wax your pubes without giving you a chance to respond. She casually catches your penis with her hand a few times, seeming to not mind she has your manhood right in front of her. She lifts your penis to wax around it, holding it daintily. You feel the blood rush to it and it stiffen. @@.woman;'Oh getting excited are we?'@@ Cheryl laughs. @@.woman;'See I knew you'd enjoy getting rid of your body hair!'@@ She continues to carefully wax your pubic region. You're sure she squeezes your penis a bit more than needed...but she doesn't seem to be aware of [[anything aside from her task.]]

@@.mc;'Aaaaahh!'@@ God this hurts. Your balls feel raw. You endure it just about. @@.woman;'Done! See you made it!'@@ She fondles your balls and giggles, @@.woman;'sorry about these little guys though, it'll be better next time!'@@ You're still trying to get past the pain and don't really respond. @@.woman;'I think it looks a bit bigger you know, see I'm doing you a favor! Even with that I reckon it'll look //much// cuter in your panties. No more yucky hair!'@@ She gets to work on your legs. You get used to the pain somewhat, you guess you started off with more sensitive areas...she could have started in a different place surely...was she deliberately trying to make you scream? You don't think she'd do that, she just wanted to make you look good in your panties, though some doubt remains. With one final strip of your calf Cheryl squeals with delight. @@.woman;'Yaaay!'@@ It didn't take too long you suppose. @@.woman;'Oh they look so nice and sleek $name! Let's see how you look in your panties!'@@ She guides your legs through them. @@.woman;'Oh lovely! Come on and the other side please!'@@ You twirl for her, enjoying how elated Cheryl looks. @@.woman;'Oh //yes//! From behind you could fool me into thinking you were a girl!'@@ You're not sure you want this to be the case, but can't help but feel a little bit pleased, Cheryl's enthusiasm is infectious. Cheryl seems rather [[pensive for a moment.]]

@@.mc;'Cheryl? What's wrong?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh well, I mean nothing. I dunno it's just well...I mean I know I was joking about getting you //excited//.'@@ She folds her arms and considers her thoughts. @@.woman;'I might be being silly but. I mean with your waxed legs and all that...you being //hard// looks a bit out of place...I mean I know with how girly your legs and butt look having male...organs is going to. But like, it'd just be more in keeping not being...//erect//.'@@ @@.mc;'You were the one touching it!'@@ @@.woman;'Oh whatever, don't make it sound like I was jerking you off!'@@ @@.mc;'Just don't blame me...'@@ @@.woman;'Fine whatever, I just think it'd be better with it soft and not obviously...there.'@@ @@.mc;'It's always going to be there!'@@ @@.woman;'Well //duh//. It just would barely notice when not hard! Plus then we can dress you up and pretend you're not a boy!'@@ @@.mc;'What? Cheryl I don't want to pretend I'm a woman...'@@ @@.woman;'Oh it'd totally be fun, actors do it all the time!'@@ You both hear the café's front door bell go. @@.woman;'Fuck!'@@ Cheryl curses. @@.woman;'Shit, go into a cubicle, be quiet I can't have people finding out I'm doing stuff with a guy in the bathroom at work.'@@ [[She rushes out of the bathroom.][$waxedLegs to true]]

@@.paris;'Right. //Why//?'@@ @@.mc;'You see, well. At the launderette...the woman...She didn't believe that I was bringing my housemates clothes to clean...'@@ @@.paris;'So you just let her //steal// our clothes?'@@ @@.mc;'She was forceful...I...I didn't want to make a scene. She said if I brought you back with me, we could get them back...'@@ @@.paris;'//Forceful//? Oh please I bet you didn't even put up a fight. Well at least you seem to have told the truth. Marion called me earlier saying went to the launderette to check after she couldn't see the clothes. She should be back soon, luckily for you the launderette were kind enough to clean them too, else you'd have been doing them by hand.'@@ @@.mc;'I'm sorry...really I am, I wanted to get them-'@@ @@.paris;'Yeah well. You failed didn't you?'@@ She leans into you, clasping your chin in her hand. @@.paris;'You need to learn from failure.'@@ @@.mc;'S-sorry, it won't happen again.'@@ She taps your cheek firmly. @@.paris;'You need to be taught a lesson.'@@ [[You hear the front door and Marion enters to kitchen][$laundryPunish to true]]

@@.woman;'Oh no!' Cheryl pouts.@@ @@.mc;'What?'@@ @@.woman;'Your little guy is up again! You're not supposed to enjoy this like //that//.'@@ @@.mc;'I...it's just my body Cheryl, it's not like that it's just physical stimulation...'@@ @@.woman;'If you say so. But it does seem to be a rather regular event now.'@@ She quickly rubs your chest and arms, moving down to your legs. You begin to sit up after she finishes the bottom of them, but she pushes you back down. @@.woman;'Not yet $name.'@@ She begins to pull your thong down. @@.woman;'It'd be silly to leave even a tiny part without it.'@@ @@.mc;'But it's sensitive now...'@@ @@.woman;'Oh I didn't mean //that//. Just the part of your groin that the thong was covering...'@@ <<if $sph gte 3>>Did you just jump to her saying tiny, and assumed...?<</if>> She gently rubs your groin in, being careful to avoid your organ. @@.woman;'I //suppose// since you did mention it...I could?'@@ She takes hold of your penis. You feel your scrotum contract, you do your best to hold...you buck ever so slightly. @@.woman;'Are you? Oh you're not are you?'@@ She continues to hold your cock, gripping slightly more firmly. @@.woman;'You need to learn better control.'@@ You do your best and manage to stop yourself, just. @@.woman;'Alll done. Stand up and let me see my handiwork!'@@ You let her look your over. @@.woman;'//So// shiny. You're almost like a doll!'@@ She giggles. @@.woman;'Oh my own real life dress up doll!'@@ She wipes her hands. @@.woman;'Wait there, I just need to go wash up a little.'@@ [[You wait for her to return from the bathroom][$frame to $frame - 1]]

<<if $bradLipstick is true>>@@.woman;'Yeah, you know the guy who you saw with me yesterday!'@@ @@.man;'What? The dude you put lipstick on?! I hope you aren't getting ideas about doing that to me!'@@ @@.woman;'Haha, no I'd never do it to you silly! Now be nice to him he's a good friend! He's helped me get ready for you so you should be grateful!'@@ @@.man;'Well alright, I'll try, he's not wearing lipstick now is he?'@@ @@.woman;'No, now stop! Let's go introduce you two again.'@@ They both enter the kitchen. Brad gives you a crunching handshake, his hands must be twice the size of yours. @@.woman;'Nice tits man!'@@ Cheryl laughs at Brad's comment. @@.woman;'What you cooking for me and Cheryl then?'@@ @@.mc;'Oh just pasta...Cheryl's showing me how.'@@ @@.man;'Damn you'd never catch me cooking, would you Cheryl?'@@ @@.woman;'Not a chance!'@@ @@.man;'And in an apron like that! Cheryl's sure got you under her thumb.'@@ Cheryl giggles, @@.woman;'Oh stop it Brad, he's just being a nice friend!'@@ You eventually finish cooking. <<else>>\ @@.woman;'Oh you haven't met him yet, he's a new friend who moved here recently!'@@ @@.man;'But I thought it was just going to be us two.'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't worry, you should be glad he's here. He helped get me ready for you! He's helping cook too!'@@ @@.man;'Well alright I guess I'll live with it, but you owe me later.'@@ @@.woman;'I sure hope so!'@@ They both enter the kitchen. Brad introduces himself and gives you a crunching handshake, his hands must be twice the size of yours. @@.man;'Nice tits man!'@@ Cheryl laughs at Brad's comment. @@.woman;'What you cooking for me and Cheryl then?'@@ @@.mc;'Oh just pasta...Cheryl's showing me how.'@@ @@.man;'Damn you'd never catch me cooking, would you Cheryl?'@@ @@.woman;'Not a chance!'@@ @@.man;'And in an apron like that! Cheryl's sure got you under her thumb.'@@ Cheryl giggles, @@.woman;'Oh stop it Brad, he's just being a nice friend!'@@ You eventually finish cooking. <</if>>\ [[Time to eat]]

Brad puts his arm around Cheryl, squeezing her breast and leans in to whisper something you can't hear. @@.woman;'Oh Brad! //Fine//. I am, but only because I want to be ok!'@@ @@.man;'Attagirl.'@@ @@.woman;'But don't say it in front of $name!'@@ @@.man;'What, that you're my bitch?'@@ @@.woman;'Stop! $name already knows enough...'@@ @@.man;'Oh?'@@ Brad leans back and smirks. @@.man;'What do they know?'@@ @@.woman;'How you'd have me naked like //all the damn time//.'@@ @@.man;'Haha don't act so innocent about that it's not like you don't //love// being naked. I wouldn't be surprised if you hadn't stripped off in front of $name already. You must have, you said he helped you get ready!'@@ [[You pretend to busy yourself with tidying up]]

@@.woman;'Alright $name, I have good news and bad news. I have a guy's shirt that you can wear, but I can't find anything else...so I don't know what you want to wear you know, for your lower half?'@@ @@.mc;'Don't you have some jeans or something?! Even skinny ones would do!'@@ @@.woman;'I'm sorry I don't really do jeans. I have some denim hotpants, does that count?'@@ @@.mc;'I can't wear your hotpants! Brad's already called me your bitch, I can't do that as well!'@@ @@.woman;'Don't be like that! You're not my bitch, not really. Anyway, you'd look great with that gstring poking out of the top of my hotpants, trust me!'@@ @@.mc;'I don't want to look great in your hotpants.'@@ @@.woman;'Aww come on. If you've got you should flaunt it. That's what I always say!'@@ @@.mc;'Stop it Cheryl. Can we go an see if you have anything even half decent?'@@ @@.woman;'Fine, fine.'@@ [[You go to Cheryl's bedroom, making sure Brad isn't looking]]

@@.woman;'Wouldn't you say it looks like quite a nice //girl's// bum?'@@ @@.man;'I mean, it doesn't really look like a dude's....'@@ @@.woman;'Thank you Brad. $name, turn around and say thank you to Brad.'@@ You turn around, but can't bring yourself to thank him. Cheryl gives you a smack on the backside. @@.woman;'Say thank you $name.'@@ @@.mc;'Th-thankyou Brad...'@@ @@.woman;'Brad?'@@ @@.man;'Yeah?'@@ @@.woman;'Do you think men can fit in panties?@@ @@.man;'No, they're for chicks obviously.'@@ Cheryl continues. @@.woman;'Don't you think $name's panties fit him well Brad?'@@ @@.mc;'They fit well I guess...'@@ Brad still [[looks thoroughly bemused at all of this.]]

@@.woman;'Do you think you would fit into them?'@@ @@.man;'Uhhh, they look a bit tight.'@@ @@.woman;'Hmmm is that so Brad? What //bit// in particular do you think wouldn't fit?'@@ Brad smirks a little. @@.man;'No way my cock would be able to fit in those.'@@ @@.woman;'I think you might be right Brad. But //$name's// cock fits perfectly. Doesn't it $name?'@@ You respond timidly. @@.mc;'Yes Cheryl.'@@ @@.woman;'If men can't fit into panties, who //can// fit into panties Brad?'@@ @@.man;'Uhh...women?'@@ @@.woman;'Hmmm interesting. Men can't fit into panties, women //can// fit into panties and so can $name...Very interesting. Let's finish the delightful meal you cooked for us $name.'@@ [[You sit back down][$sph to $sph + 1]]

@@.woman;'You say that as though I haven't already.'@@ @@.man;'Oh let's be real Cheryl, no way you could spank a guy.'@@ @@.woman;'I could spank $name if I wanted to, you saw me smack his ass earlier!'@@ @@.man;'Yeah but not a proper spanking, guys give out spankings.'@@ @@.woman;'Does $name look like he gives out spankings? //Trust// me on this, //I// would be the one doing the spanking. Plus, look at his cute butt, it's really just made to be...'@@ @@.man;'Well whatever. I'm still going to be spanking you, alright?'@@ @@.woman;'Well //obviously//. What girl wouldn't want a big strong hunk like you to spank them?'@@ She feels his bicep and shoulder. You finish clearing up. @@.woman;'Thanks $name! Let's go watch some television or something.'@@ You head out of the kitchen. @@.woman;'You first $name, strut a little, I want to see that cute butt jiggle a bit.'@@ [[You go watch some tv]]

Brad looks at you and then to Cheryl. @@.man;'You actually got him to wear...'@@ @@.woman;'Well, if the shoe fits! These heels certainly do...doesn't $name's ass look so good now?'@@ @@.man;'Uhhh.'@@ Brad doesn't really know how to respond. @@.woman;'Come on Brad, tell $name their ass looks great.'@@ She shoots Brad a pleading look. @@.man;'Yeah sure, great ass $name.'@@ Cheryl grabs you by the west and bends you over slightly. @@.woman;'It's quite fun to give it a smack Brad. Would you like a go?'@@ @@.man;'Uhh Cheryl I don't want to smack a guy's bare...'@@ @@.woman;'Does it look like a guy's ass from your angle Brad? Do those heels, panties and round butt look like a guy to you?'@@ @@.mc;'Well no but it's-'@@ @@.woman;'See, don't think of $name as just another guy ok? Now go on, give it a rough smack!'@@ @@.man;'Well...alright.'@@ [[You brace yourself, but nothing prepared you for the force of Brad's hand.]]

@@.mc;'Are you done yet Cheryl? Don't you have enough?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh I don't think I could ever have too many! But alright, one last one. Bend over and touch your toes for me!'@@ Well it's one last one...you oblige. Cheryl stands next to you. //''SMACK!''// @@.mc;'Ow!'@@ A jolt of pain goes through your backside. Did she just take a picture of spanking you ?! You turn to look at Cheryl, but she is looking straight at her phone. @@.woman;'That's for you Brad! Mwah!'@@ You regain yourself. Your bottom stinging from Cheryl's hand. @@.mc;'For Brad?!'@@ @@.woman;'Yeah! He'll love it!'@@ @@.mc;'What?? Did he ask?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh no of course not. But though me spanking you was //hilarious//. I Can't wait for his reaction to seeing me spank you in a little pink thong! With you waxed and shiny too!'@@ @@.mc;'But come on this is cruel...'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't be a wimp. It's fun. I mean I admit I wasn't going to but when you resisted...you know, you were asking for it.'@@ Cheryl gets dressed. @@.woman;'Right I really need to go home and get to sleep.'@@ She gives you a hug, leaning in to you and whispering: @@.woman;'Brad's right isn't he? You really are my bitch.'@@ She leaves and you [[go to bed|sleepDayThree][$braPhoto to true, $bradSpankPhoto to true, $submissive to $submissive + 1]]

You finish up, wrapping a nice big towel around your body and go back to your room. Fortunately neither Pairs nor Marion are around<<if $waxedLegs>> to see your smooth legs.<<else>>.<</if>> You enter your bedroom to see a bag placed on the middle of your bed. It has a note from Marion on the top saying that she'd noticed you didn't seem to have a change of clothes and had picked out some for me. The bag contains some fairly plain shirts and pants and even some underwear. Marion seems quite thoughtful and rather observant. You begin to get dressed. <<if $cafeBluePanties and $bra and $crossdress gte 4>>You unthinkingly put on a pink thong. You see the bra that Cheryl gave you...do you put it on? [[It's too tempting. You put it on and get dressed|dayFourDressed][$wearPinkThong to true, $wearBra to true, $crossdress + 2]] [[No that's still too much, you get dressed without it|dayFourDressed][$wearPinkThong to true]] <<elseif $cafeBluePanties and $bra>>You see the pink thongs Cheryl gave you and there next to them, that bra. Do you wear the thong? She was awfully keen that you did, you know it'll keep her pleased with you. But that bra. You know she won't mind, but does it not tempt you? [[No. You don't want either of them on, this is getting too strange|dayFourDressed][$wearPinkThong to false, $pantiesRejected to $pantiesRejected + 1]] [[You put on just the thong and get dressed|dayFourDressed][$wearPinkThong to true]] [[Oh it's just too tempting, both it is!|dayFourDressed][$wearPinkThong to true, $wearBra to true, $crossdress + 2]] <<elseif $cafeBluePanties>>You see the pink thongs Cheryl gave you. Do you wear the thong? She was awfully keen that you did, you know it'll keep her pleased with you, or do you want the familiar embrace of standard male underwear? [[This is getting too strange, stick with the male underwear|dayFourDressed][$wearPinkThong to false, $pantiesRejected + 1]] [[You put on a pink thong and get dressed|dayFourDressed][$wearPinkThong to true]] <<else>> [[You pick out a smart casual outfit, it ought to do the job|dayFourDressed]] <</if>>

<<timed 2s t8n>>You wait... <<next 2s t8n>>And wait... <<next 2s t8n>>[[Eventually Bianca comes out of the bathroom]] <</timed>>

[img[images/cherylBra.jpg][Oh is that...]]

Right then, it's time to get on with your big day. <<if $cafeBluePanties and $barJob>> You see your phone vibrate. @@.woman;- Heyy $name, I got your job sorted out! Bar's name is Desire! Get there ASAP. Ask for Bianca and say Cheryl sent you xoxox:@@ She attaches directions to the next text. Well that's the job sorted out! <<if $biancaBarMet is true>>Wait...//Bianca//? Not...Bianca from last night?<</if>> [[You grab a quick breakfast and go to the bar.|barIntroduction]] <<elseif $barJob>> Cheryl said to go and introduce yourself at the bar to Bianca so you better go do that, you can't accept her help and then not follow through. <<if $hair gte 1>> [[Time to go get a job|hairGrowth1]] <<else>>[[Time to go get a job|barIntroduction]] <</if>> <<elseif $carmenMaid>> Not yet, accept the bar job. <<elseif $sexShop>> Not yet, accept the bar job. <<else>> Not yet, accept the bar job. <</if>>

You trudge to the bar and stand outside gazing up at the neon pink sign. Are you really going to be working here? You wonder what jobs they have for guys, maybe you'll be a bouncer? You enter the building. <<if $biancaBarMet>>You see Bianca sitting towards the side of the room, she looks as though she's waiting. She notices you enter. <<if $biancaSex>>@@.bianca;'Oh it's you! That's a nice surprise, I can't believe you know Cheryl too! When she said a friend needed a job I expected a girl, but this is great too.'@@ She walks over to you and gives you a hug, breasts firmly squeezed against your body. @@.mc;'Hey, yeah nice to see you again...'@@ You think back to that fairly disappointing performance from you. @@.bianca;'Oh come on at least pretend to be excited. You're not embarrassed about not lasting are you?'@@ @@.mc;'No I...just. No it'll be fun I suppose.'@@ You crack a smile. @@.bianca;'See that's more like it. Everyone has their off nights. And anyway some men can't be blessed like //that//. Anyway, you know what you'll be doing here, right?'@@ @@.mc;'Uh I assume barwork or something?'@@ [[Bianca begins to explain your job]] <<elseif $biancaBad>>@@.bianca;'Oh not //you//.'@@ She says with a look of disgust. @@.mc;'Hi, uh. Cheryl sent me...'@@ @@.bianca;'God why is Cheryl helping a freak like you. Why did I have to promise I'd help her. You're lucky you know Cheryl or I'd have chucked you out of the door already.'@@ You don't know if you really want to work with her but you can't really discard Cheryl's help. @@.mc;'Can we just be professional?'@@ @@.bianca;'Ha. Oh no you're gonna play by my rules unless you want to get fired.'@@ She stands a few centimeters away from you. @@.bianca;'And believe me, Cheryl won't want to help you out if you get on the wrong side of me pantyboy.'@@ You really don't like where this is going. But you could just play by her rules and hope nothing bad happens. @@.mc;'Will I be working as a barman?'@@ [[Bianca begins to explain your job]] <<elseif $biancaPanties>>@@.bianca;'Oh //hello//. So you're Cheryl's friend?'@@ @@.mc;'Uh yeah that'd be me. So do I need to do an interview or?'@@ @@.bianca;'Well, normally. But since it's Cheryl asking and we do need someone to help on short notice we'll skip that. I think you'll be //perfect// for this job from what I've already seen.'@@ @@.mc;'Thanks.'@@ You wonder what she really means by that. @@.mc;'What job is it then? Will I be working the bar?'@@ @@.bianca;'Well maybe. But not just yet.'@@ [[Bianca begins to explain your job]] <<elseif $biancaRace>>@@.bianca;'Hey $name! So you know Cheryl too?! I thought we were gonna be getting another girl on the team but this is great! You haven't brought Marcus along as well have you?'@@ Oh that guy... @@.mc;'No I don't really know him so...'@@ @@.bianca;'Aw well, I guess I can't have everything. I wonder if Cheryl knows him. Probably not, she definitely would have told be about a guy like //that//. I know she'd ''love'' Marcus, but then what girl wouldn't?'@@ She looks at you. @@.bianca;'$name?'@@ @@.mc;'Uh, yeah?'@@ @@.bianca;'I asked a question...'@@ @@.mc;'Oh I thought it was rhetorical you know?'@@ @@.bianca;'Huh. Well whatever. You agree right?'@@ @@.mc;'With?'@@ @@.bianca;'How Marcus was H O T. And don't pretend other guys don't know, I know you know who the leader of the pack is.'@@ @@.mc;'I mean I guess he was alright looking. He was a pretty big guy.'@@ @@.bianca;'See I know guys can tell! And yeah, //so// ''big''. I mean I had heard all the rumours about guys like Marcus but you have to see it to believe it.'@@ A slightly awkward silence breaks out between you as she seems to realise what she said. Maybe she's actually a bit more bashful when she hasn't had a few more drinks. @@.mc;'So...back to the job?'@@ [[Bianca begins to explain your job]] <<else>> You approach her. @@.bianca;'Hi, $name isn't it? From last night? You know Cheryl as well?'@@ @@.mc;'Hi yeah that'd be me, here for the job.'@@ @@.bianca;'Great! Right on time too. Did Cheryl tell you much about the job?'@@ @@.mc;'Not really no. I guess I'll be a barman?'@@ [[Bianca begins to explain your job]] <</if>> <<else>> You approach her. @@.bianca;'Hi, $name isn't it? Cheryl's friend?'@@ @@.mc;'Hi yeah that'd be me, here for the job.'@@ @@.bianca;'Great! Right on time too. Did Cheryl tell you much about the job?'@@ @@.mc;'Not really no. I guess I'll be a barman?'@@ [[Bianca begins to explain your job]] <</if>>

@@.bianca;'Well to start off with you'll be doing most of the grunt work really. There are basically like four jobs we have here. Backroom stuff, bar work, waitress and stripper. Some girls do a bit of all of them. But we'll probably just leave you with the backroom stuff, especially as you're the new one.'@@ She looks you up and down. @@.bianca;'<<if $biancaBad>>Although who knows, maybe a weirdo like you is dying to be a stripper, wearing slutty lingerie<<elseif $biancaPanties>>Althought if you're lucky enough maybe you'll be allowed to play a little dressup and work behind the bar. You're gonna need some other attributes to be a stripper though<<else>>I doubt you're really //suited// to working in the other jobs. They require a bit more of a feminine touch<</if>>.'@@ @@.mc;'I think I can deal with that. A job is a job...anything else?'@@ @@.bianca;'Ummm. Oh well there's dress code. Backroom is just business casual, just keep it smart. Bar staff we give crop tops but you can dress in things a bit more revealing if you want those extra tips! Some girls end up wearing their stripper outfits. Waitresses we give a crop top, hot pants and heels but again are allowed to wear almost whatever they like as long as it's hot! Strippers well, kinda obvious isn't it? It's basically just lingerie or some sort of fetish or roleplay thing. Like a sexy nurse or cheerleader.<<if $biancaBad>> You'd probably get off on doing some of that I bet.<<elseif $biancaPanties>> I'm sure you have plenty of your own ideas for some of these things.<</if>>'@@ @@.mc;'Ok. Is that all?'@@ @@.bianca;'Well there's some more stuff to your job I guess. You'll be restocking the bar when we run out of stuff and everything else. You'll have to make sure the toilets are kept clean, oh and you'll have to help out the strippers before they go on probably. They sometimes need a bit of help getting into things. Nothing is that difficult anyway. We get Sundays off and usually there's a rota for getting one more free day each week. Since you're new you'll get last pick this week and probably end up with a Tuesday or Thursday. Your shift will start at 8 and usually finish at 1am but sometimes it'll be early, if the clients are right we go as long as we're making good money. Alright that's gotta be everything, make sure you're on time this evening.'@@ You say goodbye. You're happy you have a job but are uncertain as to what it may eventually lead to. At least you'll be surrounded by scantily clad women, what could go wrong with that? [[You decide to head back home]]

<<if $parisCuck>>You open the front door, take off your shoes and make your way into the house. There's some sort of noise coming from the living room. Is that grunting? What's going on? You open the door slowly as someone [[lets out a scream]] <<else>> You arrive to what seems to be an empty house which means you can have a bit of a relax and sort a few things out free from the eyes or demands of anyone else. You decide to tidy up a little bit. Eventually you're unsure what else to do. [[You go to your bedroom]] <</if>>

[img[images/parisVoy.gif]] You stand there slightly shocked to see Paris bouncing up and down on Mike's dick. You knew that stuff like this had been mentioned but you're transfixed by it. Paris notices and looks directly at you without even a momentary pause, continuing to let out moans of pleasure. She grabs her breasts and licks her lips. Part of you wants to close the door but you can't bring yourself to break eye contact, as though there's a shared acceptance and agreement. As though this was what was meant to happen all along. @@.paris;'It looks like we have an admirer Mike'@@ [[She gestures towards you]]

Mike looks at you and grins, but his interest quickly returns to the woman on his lap. Paris still hasn't look away from you, it almost seems as though she's more interested in you peeping on her than the cock inside her pussy. @@.paris;'Enjoying the show?'@@ Her breasts bounce up and down and she almost seems to be posing for you, grabbing her hair and pushing out her chest. You can't deny that it's an attractive sight. Your engorged manhood seems to concur. You begin to stammer a reply. @@.paris;'Don't be shy $name.'@@ She continues to groan, unable to talk for too long. @@.paris;'Don't I look hot getting fucked by a stud like Mike?'@@ @@.mc;'God yes.'@@ You blurt out. Surprised by your own enthusiasm. @@.paris;'Come closer.'@@ She asks, almost demands. [[You move closer]]

You end up a couple of metres away from the edge of the sofa as they pick up the pace but Paris stops and gets off Mike. She gets on to the sofa, presenting herself doggy style while directly facing you. Mike gets behind her and continues. @@.paris;'His cock is so good.'@@ You can hear Mike's balls slapping in to her. @@.paris;'Does watching me make you hard?'@@ Your penis strains against <<if $wearPinkThong>>your little pink thong. Imagine if Paris knew what you had on underneath.<<else>>your underwear.<</if>> @@.mc;'Yeah.'@@ You admit with a slight air of embarassment. Both of them sound as though they're coming close to a climax. Paris finally takes her eyes away from you, overcome by the feelings of Mike's powerful thrusts bringing her to orgasm. He pulls out and tells her to get on her knees, taking his massive cock into his hand and blowing his load all over Paris's face. She looks up at him and smiles and then once [[again to you.]]

@@.paris;'His cum looks so good on me doesn't it?'@@ She gets up and moves a bit closer to you. @@.paris;'He has such a big, heavy load.'@@ You can't deny it...you've never seen so much cum on a woman's face. It's plastered on like something out of porn. Seeing Paris and Mike was like your own real life porn video... @@.paris;'Could you cover me in cum like this?'@@ @@.mc;'I mean uh, maybe...'@@ @@.paris;'That's a no then.'@@ She moves closer, her face inches away from yours. You can smell then cum on her. @@.paris;'It's Ok. Some men aren't meant to do what Mike does. It was fun having you watch. I like showing off and it's not like you're going to see me like this any other way. Could you possibly fetch me a tissue before this dries on me?'@@ She licks her lips. [[You get a couple of tissues]]

@@.paris;'There's a good boy, see you have some uses. Now could you help me wipe it off?'@@ She waits expectantly. You use the tissues to wipe Mike's thick ropes of cum off her face and even a litle on her breasts. You can feel some of it through the tissues. Paris smirks at you. @@.paris;'Very useful indeed. I'm going to go freshen up, I'll leave you to enjoy...those.'@@ She struts off to the bathroom, leaving you watching her swaying backside. [[You go to your bedroom][$cuck + 1, $cum to $cum + 1, $cumCleaner to true]]

<<if $barJob>>You decide to search through the bag Maroin left you to see what clothes you can wear for work this evening. Fortunately there are some plain black pants and a white shirt. That ought to be fine. You feel your phone buzz in your pocket. It's a text from Cheryl. @@.woman;-Heyy how's it going?? Did you go sort out the job? Come to the café and tell me!!@@ [[Better go to the café]] <<else>> <</if>>

Once again you go to the café, you're quite enjoying going and seeing Cheryl each day. It's a nice routine to be in. You open the door and see Cheryl relaxing in a chair with her legs crossed, tantalisingly exposing some thigh. The place seems to be empty, you suppose it's too late for the breakfast rush and too early for lunch traffic. She sees you approach. @@.woman;'Hiii!'@@ She excitedly jumps up and gives you a hug. Her breasts pressed firmly against you. She pulls away slightly. @@.woman;'Soooo?! How did it go?'@@ @@.mc;'Good I guess. I start working there tonight!'@@ Cheryl claps excitedly with a huge smile on her face. @@.woman;'Great! I'm sooo glad I could help you out.'@@ She does genuinely look ecstatic at the situation. @@.woman;'I expect some free drinks out of this!'@@ @@.mc;'Uh well I don't know if I'll be able to...'@@ You explain how you're just doing the grunt work and the other jobs may have certain wardrobe and gender //problems//. <<if $cafeBluePanties>> @@.woman;'You could be a pretty cute waitress!'@@ @@.mc;'Wait//ress//?!'@@ @@.woman;'Or a sexy barmaid! Or even a //str-//'@@ @@.mc;'Oh no no. Don't even joke about //that//'@@ @@.woman;'Ha, yeah I doubt you have the moves for that. Or the boobs.@@<<if $bra>> @@.woman;OOh speaking of! Are you wearing the right support today??'@@<</if>> <<if $wearBra>>She feels your chest. @@.woman;'Hahaha, oh //yes//.'@@ You feel yourself blushing. Are you really in a bra? For what reason really? @@.woman;'Bathroom inspection time!'@@<<else>>She feels your chest. @@.woman;'Aww, I guess I did say you didn't //have// to. I want to see the rest though, let's go to the bathroom again! I do hope you're in your panties!'@@<</if>> Cheryl snaps her fingers at you. @@.woman;'Go and wait for me in the little girls room ok?'@@ [[You go to the women's bathroom|inspectDayFour]] <<else>> @@.woman;'Typical! I guess the manager just wants a load of hot girls at the front to attract customers. You should totally be allowed to work as a barman or waiter!'@@ @@.mc;'Well work is work I guess. It's better than nothing.'@@ @@.woman;'Still I might come and check out how you're getting on with it, the bar is pretty nice.'@@ You chat a bit more but eventually you figure it's time to go back home. [[You say goodbye|afterCafe4]] <</if>>

You don't even hesitate to enter, it's now perfectly normal...maybe even //natural// to enter the women's. You wait for Cheryl in the bathroom, she seems to be taking a while. You wonder what's taking her so long as you waste some time sorting out your hair in the mirror. <<if $lips gte 2>>You run your tongue over your lips. They have got to be fuller than they were? Maybe you're just noticing them more since Cheryl pointed them out? They're hardly a feature you ever thought about, more concerned with your jawline as a man. Having nice lips is a woman's thing, right?<</if>> <<if $hair gte 1>>You smooth your hair out. It does seem to have grown a lot, but maybe you've just been too focused on all these other things, sorting your life out. Maybe you're just seeing yourself more clearly now?<</if>> Maybe Cheryl is preparing a special surprise for you? You wonder if playing along with this stuff has paid off. You could do with a blowjob. Even a nice flash of her tits. <<if $crossdress gte 5>>It has been super fun playing with Cheryl though! Like it's so much better like this.<</if>> [[She finally enters the bathroom]]

<<if $barJob>>As you enter you hear a voice call out. @@.marion;'Hello? Paris?'@@ @@.mc;'No, it's $name'@@ Marion comes out from the kitchen. @@.marion;'Oh hi $name, how are you? You went out quite early this morning didn't you?'@@ @@.mc;'I'm pretty good thanks. Yeah I had that job interview thing so had to be out early.'@@ @@.marion;'Oh yeah, how'd that go?'@@ @@.mc;'Well I got it, so not bad'@@ You laugh. @@.marion;'Great! Where are you working?'@@ @@.mc;'Oh it's at Desire.'@@ <<if $cherylbradeve2>>@@.marion;'Ohh I know that place! You must be the only guy who's working there.'<<else>>@@.marion;'Oh wow! Paris and I should go more often then, you must be the only guy at that place!'<</if>> @@.mc;'Haha yeah I know it doesn't seem really set up for male employees. I'm just doing the grunt work out back. Speaking of work, shouldn't you be at the errr...your shop right now?'@@ @@.marion;'You mean the sex shop? Was that the word you were looking for?'@@ She smirks at you. @@.mc;'Yeah, that'll do.'@@ @@.marion;'Well I would be selling dildos and whips if I could right now but early afternoons don't tend to be the most profitable. We basically just open up for mornings and then late afternoon into evening. I was going to do some tidying around the house and since you're here you can help.'@@ You don't really have anything else to do right now and you [[did sign that contract]] <<else>> <</if>>

@@.woman;'Sorry that took wayy longer than I thought! Sooo come on I want to see how you're looking after all my effort!'@@ She helps you remove your shirt first. @@.woman;'Mmm still nice and smooth!'@@ <<if $wearBra>>She feels the straps of your bra. @@.woman;'So cute! It's like when a girl gets her first bra but her breasts aren't quite ready! Adorable. Don't worry though, we'll fix this problem somehow.'@@<</if>> She gets on her knees and pulls your pants down. If only you had the balls to grab her head and get a blowjob. Maybe she's testing you? <<if $wearPinkThong>> <<if $wearBra>>@@.woman;'Oh that's a relief! I knew you were a good boy really, you like your thong.'@@<<else>>@@.woman;'And your matching thong! Such a good boy.'@@<</if>> She takes your cock between her fingers. Oh maybe this is going to be a //reward//. @@.woman;'And such a well behaved one too! You really are getting used to this!'@@ She gives it a playful but not particularly soft flick. She rubs your thighs a little and reaches around to grope your backside. @@.woman;'It's all so lovely and soft and squishy! I think you've earned a reward later!'@@ Oh man maybe?! @@.mc;'What sort of reward?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh you'll see.'@@ She points are your cock. @@.woman;'But I think he'll be //very// happy and looked after.'@@ Your can't help but feel a rush of excitement, and also a rush of another kind. Your penis stands to attention. @@.woman;'Hahaha oh //down boy//. We'll get to you later. Anyway!'@@ She digs into her handbag and ends up brandishing what looks like nail polish. @@.woman;'Ok so like hear me out. I mean your legs are so nice now and with your thong it's a good start. But like some nail polish for your toes to match your panties and add a bit of fun to your feet as they're kinda boring and it's not like anyone will see...'@@ She looks at you expectantly. <<if $crossdress gte 5>>You know it'll look so good with your thong, matching and so cute!<<else>>You guess at least nobody will see, and that reward is still on the table don't want to risk it not happening.<</if>> [[Cheryl starts painting your toes][$pinkToes to true]] <<else>> @@.woman;'//''WHAT?!''// Oh $name! I thought you liked your thongs?! I gave you those specially!'@@ @@.mc;'I just wanted something a bit more comfortable today.'@@ <<if $cherylStronger>> @@.woman;'Oh please thongs fit you great.@@<<if $penis lte 4>> @@.woman;I didn't really think about it but look at you, it's not like you're filling out your underwear now is it, thongs are probably a better fit for someone of your //size//.'@@<<else>>@@.woman;'@@<</if>> @@.mc;'What no I'm not-'@@ @@.woman;'Not to mention how good your backside is in them. No I'm not having this $name, you really just have to wear them.'@@ @@.mc;'But it's my choice...'@@ @@.woman;'Well yes of course sweetie. But that doesn't mean I can help you realise what choice is actually best for you now does it?'@@ [[You guess that sounds sort of reasonable.]] <<else>>@@.woman;'Do you...not like them?'@@ She looks disappointed. @@.mc;'No no I mean it's just one day...'@@ @@.woman;'What about the shaving?'@@ @@.mc;'That's ok I guess.'@@ @@.woman;'You guess?? But it was so much fun and you're so cute like that!'@@ @@.mc;'Ok I mean yeah. You're right'@@ @@.woman;'I had such a nice gift for you as well. But whatever. I don't want to give it to you now.'@@ @@.mc;'Oh what gift?'@@ @@.woman;'Just a fun thing I thought you'd like but forget it, I'm going to go back to work. Maybe you'll get it tomorrow if you realise you like my other gifts...'@@ She exits to bathroom and goes back to work. [[You make your way back home|afterCafe4][$noPanties + 1]] <</if>> <</if>>

She slips off your shoes and gets to work, quickly adding a rather thick coat of bright pink polish. @@.woman;'I'm going to make sure this lasts a decent amount of time for you so you don't have to worry about it.'@@ She then adds another clear layer of what she says is fast drying polish that should also protect it better too. Isn't she nice and caring? @@.woman;'Perfect! Your feet look almost as nice as mine now, perfect for a peep-toe!'@@ @@.mc;'What no I'm not going to have people see...'@@ @@.woman;'Oh! I was just thinking of you trying on some heels at my place you know? But if you bring it up. Well. //That// could be ''fun''!'@@ @@.mc;'No I mean. Forget it.'@@ @@.woman;'Haha oh it's just a bit of fun $name.@@<<if $ass gte 2>>@@.woman;With an ass like that you should really be flaunting it with some killer heels! I swear it seems to get rounder and perkier everytime I see it. I'm starting to really get jealous!@@<</if>>@@.woman;'@@ <<if $chastity gte 2>>[[She stands back and looks at your body]] <<else>>[[She stands back and looks at your body|She stands back and looks at your bodyA]] <</if>>

@@.woman;'You're really coming along! It's so great getting to shape such a cutie like you. And I know you enjoy it.'@@ She reaches into her handbag again retrieving an opaque plastic bag. @@.woman;'Since you're such a darling I bought something special for you! Care to hazard a guess as to what it might be?'@@ The bag is just black, medium size. You don't know. You suppose this is your reward, so much for that blowjob idea. @@.woman;'Come on $name. I'll give you a clue then. Let's just say Marion's place of work was //very// enlightening.'@@ @@.mc;'You went to the sex shop?!'@@ @@.woman;'It was so much fun! Soo much stuff I had no idea even existed. So much weird stuff that I sort of want to forget about but still, Marion was great at showing me round too. Are you going to have a guess?'@@ @@.mc;'I don't know. Some sort of clothing? Lingerie? I've never been in a sex shop...'@@ @@.woman;'Aww, well. I //suppose// it's sort of clothing kinda. Not lingerie, it's not for women!'@@ Is she going to stop getting you into girly things? That could be a relief. Or not. You still don't know. @@.woman;'OK one final clue.'@@ [[She takes a small key out of the bag]]

@@.woman;'Still no idea? Well I didn't really know what it was before earlier today so I guess we're both really sheltered.'@@ She takes something else from the bag. A clear tube or something? @@.woman;'Have you seen one of these before?'@@ @@.mc;'I, uh...no?'@@ @@.woman;'Wellll. You know how your little guy is a bit of a problem sometimes?'@@ @@.mc;'I mean I know you've said it being hard doesn't suit panties and whatever...'@@ @@.woman;'Exactly! It's just not right. This will solve that! You don't need to worry about getting hard or being uncomfortable in a thong. I think it's great.'@@ @@.mc;'I still what. How? What is it?'@@ @@.woman;'It's called a chastity cage apparently. Personally I'd rather call it an erection helper but //whatever//.'@@ @@.mc;'A //cage//? I don't like the sound of it.'@@ @@.woman;'Well I mean I guess it's because of the key. But I mean it's not like I'm going to keep the key, you'll get it. I mean I know you'll use it right for me, it's a gift afterall.'@@ [[She moves closer to you holding the chastity cage]]

@@.mc;'Oh right. I guess. Since it's a gift.'@@ @@.woman;'i mean only when you're in panties anyway. I bet you'll wonder how you ever wore them //without// one. I guess you could wear it without panties if you wanted though, it's your choice!'@@ She puts the cage over your cock. <<if $penis lte 4>>@@.woman;'Aww. Maybe I got the wrong size? I hadn't noticed you were ummm. You know. Petite?'@@ You look down. The cage fits over your penis fine but rather too easily. There's quite a lot of room to spare...but petite? You're sure you're in the region of average, you measured it enough times as a teenager... Cheryl fiddles with the cage a bit more. @@.woman;'It's pretty cute actually! Way more pleasant than some of guys I've had, they'd look //terrible// in that thong and this cage would have absolutely no chance of fitting them. You're really lucky that you're nice and compact.'@@<<set $smallCage to true>><</if>> She finishes fiddling and you hear a click. She gives it a tap and pull your panties over the top of it, grinning cheekily. @@.woman;'See isn't that great. It's almost like it's not even there!'@@ [[She gives you the key][$chastityOn to true]]

@@.woman;'Here you go. I'm sure you agree with me but just in case and I mean well I don't want you to feel as though I'm really //forcing// you to do anything. I'm not sure if I can quite believe it all myself!'@@ @@.mc;'I...yeah not forced. It is new to me but ok I mean I guess you're right about it.'@@ Cheryl puts her arms around your neck and plants a big kiss on your cheek. @@.woman;'See I knew we were thinking the same things. I feel silly for even thinking I really needed to ask! Come on let's go back out of here, I hope there aren't customers waiting.'@@ You exit the bathroom and put the key in your pocket. You chat with Cheryl a bit more about nothing in particular, you get on better each time you see each other it seems. The chastity device feels odd but not overly restrictive. It almost puts you at ease around such an attractive woman like Cheryl, you don't need to worry about getting an awkard erection. You now fit snugly into your pink thong. However, you still can't help glancing fairly regularly at her cleavage which she notices. @@.woman;'Haha $name, still taking a look at these?'@@ She squeezes her breasts together in a flirty manner. @@.woman;'I suppose I don't really need to worry about turning you on do I? I swear I've never touched a guy's cock so much without at least giving him a blowjob! I can't imagine what some guys would have done to me in your shoes. But you're so different. I can be natural around you in whatever situation! We could cuddle nake in bed and I wouldn't have to worry about you getting the wrong idea.'@@ She pulls her top down further exposing her cleavage. @@.woman;'See I feel fine even doing that! I mean I know it's not like you //aren't// going to have a look and it's not like I don't like being looked at. And now you have //that// on. It's the best of both worlds, look at my boobs all you want!'@@ You uh don't really know what to say. I mean you don't get many women saying they actively want you checking them out. But then not many women have locked your cock up. You eventually realise you should probably head back home, [[after you spend a while engrossed in Cheryl's generous cleavage|afterCafe4]]

@@.woman;'I mean look in the mirror at your backside now in those. It just hides the damn thing.'@@ She pulls your underwear. @@.woman;'See just //look// at this.'@@ She grabs a handful of your left cheek and squeezes. <<if $ass gte 2>>@@.woman;'I swear it seems bigger and juicier everytime I see i!'@@<</if>> @@.mc;'I guess it is kinda nice...'@@ @@.woman;'//Exactly//. It can't be hidden by boring man briefs. Give it a shake, go on learn to flaunt it!'@@ @@.mc;'Shake it? Why?!'@@ @@.woman;'Because I said to! Come on don't get me to force you.'@@ She gives you a slightly rough tap. @@.mc;'OK OK.'@@ You don't want her to get mad, it's only a quick shake. You wiggle your hips a little. @@.woman;'Oh come on $name, I'm not asking you to twerk here!@@ She gives you a firmer tap. @@.woman;'I want a good shake! I want to see it jiggle! Have a look in the mirror are you do it too.'@@ You give a firm shake. You see your ass jiggle around, bouncing slightly enticingly. @@.woman;'That's more like it. See doesn't it look //good//. It would look //even better// in a nice thong, it needs to be as free as possible.'@@ @@.mc;'I guess it should...'@@ [[You look at Cheryl]]

@@.woman;'Better. Still, you do need a bit of tough love. I know you'll be way happier and better like this. Keep that in mind, alright? I mean //God// could you imagine a girl with a butt like that hiding it in boxers?? It's just not right.'@@ Cheryl plays with your ass some more. You do quite like having it jiggling...you wonder what it'd be like if it was larger. Cheryl gives it a much harder smack and stops. @@.woman;'That'll do.'@@ @@.mc;'So uh...I'll wear thongs. Is that it?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh please you're not just getting away with a bit of ass shaking, only men fall for that.'@@ @@.mc;'It's not going to be a spanking is it?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh no no. I think you'd like that too much!@@<<if $spankedBrad>> @@.woman;It sure seemed that way with Brad anyway. I know I can't live up to his hands.@@<</if>>@@.woman;'@@ She pulls a bag out of her purse. @@.woman;'You know how you were having a bit of a problem with your little guy in panties?'@@ @@.mc;'Erm it being a bit tight?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh I don't know about //that//. But I mean when you were getting a bit well...//stiff//. I think I have a solution!'@@ @@.mc;'How?'@@ @@.woman;'Well I had a lovely chat with Marion in the sex shop. Really she is an encyclopedia of knowledge on sex toys and she got talking about this...device. Don't worry I didn't mention you, she just showed me stuff in the shop. Anyway, I thought it seemed //perfect//.'@@ She grabs your cock and balls, holding them firmly but not painfully. @@.woman;'Do you want to give it a try?'@@ @@.mc;'Erm, what if I say no?'@@ You feel her hand tighten. This could get very painful. @@.woman;'I know you wouldn't say no.'@@ She smiles sweetly but menacingly at you. @@.woman;'Would you?'@@ @@.mc;'N-no, of course not.'@@ She takes something out of her bag and places your penis inside of it. You can't quite make out what it is. @@.woman;'This is called a chastity cage apparently. But I think erection helper sounds nicer.'@@ @@.mc;'So this goes on my cock?'@@ <<if $penis lte 4>>She fiddles around a bit. @@.woman;'Well it's supposed to. I don't know there seems to be a lot of space in it. I didn't think you were so...small? I mean I knew you were obviously small compared to //Brad//. But this?'@@ She lets out a giggle. @@.woman;'I mean I think my pinky is bigger. Maybe you need a smaller one.'@@ @@.mc;'It's not that small...'@@ @@.woman;'Oh honey. Trust me, it's petite. I mean it's cute, I think I quite like it. It looks nice you know, //great// for your thongs. A big, girthy dick couldn't be kept in panties.'@@<<set $smallCage to true>> <</if>>She seems to stop fiddling and you hear a loud click. @@.mc;'What was that?'@@ @@.woman;'Oh I was just locking it up'@@ @@.mc;'//Locking// it?!'@@ @@.woman;'Well yeah, I guess that's why it's called a cage you know?'@@ [[You look down at your enclosed cock][$chastityOn to true, $underLock to true, $noKey to true]]

@@.mc;'So what there's a...key?'@@ Cheryl opens her hand showing a small key. @@.woman;'Yep, I mean it's easy enough to unlock it. It wouldn't really keep on without it I don't think.'@@ @@.mc;'Oh. OK. So I'll take the key then...'@@ @@.woman;'I don't think that will be happening $name.'@@ @@.mc;'What?? But how will I take it off when I need to do...stuff.'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't worry it's designed so it doesn't affect going to the bathroom.'@@ That wasn't quite what you meant but you're not sure how to make it more obvious. @@.woman;'I was going to give it all to you earlier you know. But how can I trust you with it after your behaviour? I have to take control of the situation.'@@ @@.mc;'I promise I won't do it again.'@@ @@.woman;'I want to trust you I really do. We'll see, maybe if you behave for a while. I'm sure you won't find this an issue anyway, you might come to realise you need a woman like me to help you out.'@@ She takes her necklace off and puts the key onto it, after putting it back on it comes to rest at the top of her cleavage. @@.woman;'There, a nice safe place for it!'@@ You can't help but stare at it. The irony of of having the key that now stop your penis from getting erect juxtaposed with those [[wonderful breasts that would turn on any man.]]

@@.mc;'So uh if I wear a thong tomorrow do I get the key?'@@ You ask hopefully. @@.woman;'Oh it won't be that easy.'@@ @@.mc;'But what do I have to do? I mean when are you going to unlock me...?'@@ @@.woman;'When I see good reason to. Don't push your luck. I'm sure you'll be fine, all it does is just mean you don't have awkward situations or getting uncomfortable. Plus I mean it looks nice and neat //and// I don't have to worry about getting you hard accidentally. It's just a perfect solution to everything.'@@ You decide not to press further, but you can't quite work out whether she's deliberatley ignoring seemingly obvious things, or is just obvlivious to it. You end up getting dressed eventually and after a bit of a chat heading back home. The chastity cage is noticeable for a bit but hardly uncomfortable. [[Let's see if anything is going on at your home now|afterCafe4]]

@@.marion;'You should be doing most of this stuff from now on, but I guess I need to show you where to put stuff and whatever else.'@@ It's a rather boring hour or so but not particularly arduous, cleaning most of the house. To be honest this almost feels like a deliberate lull in the action to bring about a specific scene of sorts. You clean the kitchen, the bathroom and so on. @@.marion;'I guess we don't really need to do your room, I'll just leave that to you. But Paris and I want you to clean our rooms for us. Paris will probably want to show you were stuff in hers goes, to be honest I don't know and Paris keeps her stuff so clean and tidy it won't be an issue. Mine is a little bit different...'@@ [[You enter Marion's bedroom]]

You didn't quit eknow what you were expecting. Marion's room is a bit messy but not terrible, the walls seem to be covered with artsy black and white photography. Artsy being a discrete way of saying naked people. She catches you looking at the walls in a state of bemusement. @@.marion;'Like what you see?'@@ @@.mc;'It's certainly...interesting. Are these yours or you or...?'@@ @@.marion;'Oh well they're not //of// me. Well not that I can remember anyway. No I've always had a bit of thing for photography and well working at the sex shop people started to ask if I would take pictures of them. And well'@@ She stretches her arms out gesturing to the walls. @@.marion;'I ended up rather enjoying it.'@@ @@.mc;'Well, ok. I quite like them I suppose. I don't know about covering all the walls.'@@ @@.marion;'Yeah well lucky for you it isn't your room. Now, unless you want to ask more about the photography or want to be photographed yourself, back to cleaning up my room for me.'@@ [[You wouldn't mind being photographed sometime|Onwards to cleaning][$exhibition + 1]] [[Not for you|Onwards to cleaning]]

She shows you were most things go, various beauty products and photography equipment and so on. You put her clothes away, with neither of you batting an eyelid as you handle more intimate items. You finish boxing up some clothes that are apparently out of season right now or something. They seemed fine to wear to you. It's supposed to be put in the cupboard but there doesn't seem to be space. @@.marion;'Yeah just up there in the corner, see? The top shelf. That bag next to it will give a bit, go on push it in!'@@ You push, it budges a bit. You decide to give it a firmer shove. Unfortunately the bag next to it and the contents inside it seem to shift a fair amount and start to fall. You try to react quickly to not let the box or bag fall but only manage to keep the box and catch a single object from the bag. [[Something hits you in the face and you fall to the ground in your efforts]]

@@.marion;'$name? Are you ok?'@@ You see Marion standing over you. Thankfully you feel fine if a bit embarrassed. @@.mc;'Yeah sorry.'@@ @@.marion;'No no it's fine I knew I shouldn't have kept that stuff up there?'@@ You begin to get up and look at what you managed to catch it's sort of shiny and egg shaped with a base? You feel like you've seen something like this before but you don't really know... @@.marion;'Hahaha, well done on stopping a buttplug from falling at least.'@@ @@.mc;'A buttplug?!'@@ You look at the rest of the items now scattered on the floor. Rope? Is that a leash? There seem to be some outfits made out of latex. You can see some rather large paddles...and oh wow. There sure are //a lot// of dildos. @@.marion;'Yeah.'@@ She laughs. @@.marion;'You can have it if you want. Don't worry it hasn't been used, all this stuff is just old stock we didn't manage to sell that I've brough home. You know, just in case.'@@ @@.mc;'Right. I guess that's an explanation that makes sense...'@@ @@.marion;'Yeah I get all kinds of fun stuff.@@ She starts to pick up a few things and put them back in the bag. @@.marion;'You're already familiar with this bad boy.'@@ She waves an enormous blue dildo at you. @@.mc;'What? How?'@@ @@.marion;'Well it did smack you in the face! I mean surely it's not ever day you get dick slapped by a monster like this? Not that it's particularly large compared to most that we sell. Small ones never seemed to be popular...'@@ You blush as Marion seems to enjoy teasing you about getting slapped in the face by a dildo. She jokingly swings it towards you, but thankfully doesn't follow through and [[stops before it gets near your face.]]

@@.marion;'Ha look at your face, you thought I was going to.'@@ @@.mc;'Please don't. Do you, do you like all this stuff then?'@@ @@.marion;'Well I guess. I mean you've got to give some things at least one go. Plus they're good to scare off some guys. Especially this one.'@@ You see her holding up some sort of harness with a dildo attached. @@.mc;'Are most...I mean have guys done...'@@ @@.marion;'Oh it generally doesn't go down well I admit. But I live in hope I guess. Anyway, I'll tidy up the rest of this and you can leave me to it now. Thanks for the help, and the amusement. Oh it's probably time for you to start cooking'@@ You go to leave and notice you're still holding a buttplug. [[Give the buttplug back to Marion|afterMarionClean][$buttplug to false]] [[Keep it hoping she won't notice|afterMarionClean][$buttplug to true, $sissy to $sissy + 1]]

<<if $buttplug>>You go to your room and place the buttplug in a draw<</if>>\ You hear the front door go, it must be Paris. You watch her at the door taking her jacket off and look at her long legs as she removes her heels. @@.paris;'Hi $name. Is dinner ready yet?'@@ @@.mc;'No not yet. I was just about to start-'@@ @@.paris;'Well go on then get to it and make it good.'@@ You get to making a meal for the three of you. You can hear Paris and Marion talking in another room with a fair amount of giggling. You wonder if Marion has told Paris about the incident with the sex toys. <<if $parisCuck>>Or oh God. If Paris has mentioned you watching her?<</if>> [[You finish and tell them]]

You begin to eat. @@.paris;'So $name how's your day been? Got a job yet?'@@ @@.mc;'Yup. Got a job working at a bar.'@@ You're careful to watch your words with Paris, you really don't feel that comfortable around her. You feel she always has the air of a predator stalking its prey with you... @@.paris;'Good good well at least I don't have to worry about you making rent now. Who knows you might end up surprising me and be a good roommate. Anything else interesting about your day?'@@ @@.mc;'Not really, just settling in around here you know...'@@ @@.paris;'Oh really? Is getting slapped in the face by a dildo just settling in then?'@@ Her lips form a smile. @@.marion;'Paris! I said not to say!'@@ @@.paris;'Oh //come on// Marion. I just had to! You just wanted to hide what a gossip you are'@@ You look at Marion. @@.marion;'Sorry $name, I mean it was just too funny to not tell...don't be mad at me please.'@@ She gives you her puppy dog eyes. She does look rather cute doing it. @@.mc;'Ok ok fine.'@@ Marion smiles at you and giggles. Paris chips in again: @@.paris;'Maybe he's embarrassed because he secretly enjoyed it?'@@ Marion giggles. @@.marion;'Oh Paris you are terrible you know.'@@ [[You continue to eat, avoiding Paris' gaze]]

@@.paris;'You can clean my room under my supervision later. We'll then review your performance.'@@ @@.marion;'Is that necessary I mean I was just showing him the ropes.'@@ @@.paris;'Well //I// have standards.'@@ @@.marion;'Just don't be too harsh on him.'@@ @@.mc;'I'm sure it'll be fine it's just a bit of cleaning.'@@ @@.paris;'Exactly, you definitely won't need to be //whipped// into shape with an attitude like that. This food is good anyway, keep it up $name!'@@ [[You finish up and Paris escorts you to her room]]

@@.paris;'Follow behind me.'@@ She opens the door and you see a rather austere room, most of it seems to be spotless. You could probably eat off the marble floor. @@.mc;'Wow I, uh I don't need to really do anything do I?'@@ @@.paris;'That seems rather presumptuous $name.'@@ @@.mc;'But it's so clean.'@@ @@.paris;'The point is that you don't get to decide. There's a bucket and sponge over there, you can get to cleaning the floor. I'll sit and watch over you.'@@ She sits on the end of her bed. You hesitate somewhat, I mean does she really need to sit and just watch it... @@.paris;'Come on! Or do you want to learn how some of Marion's equipment is used?@@<<if $laundryPunish>>@@.paris; If you don't learn I'll have to do more than just sit you in the corner you know.'@@<<else>>@@.paris;'@@<</if>> [[You obediently get to washing]] <<if $submissive lte 6>> [[You scrub a little but it's clear you don't really want to]] <</if>>

@@.paris;'There's a good boy. Get on your knees as you do it, go on put your back into it.'@@ You continue figuring it's best to go along with it, it's hardly a lot of fun but it'll be over soon enough. You hear Paris stand up and walk until she's quite close to you. The click of her heels against the marble echoes around the room. Who has marble floor in their bedroom, Paris is strange... You see her legs as she stops in front of you. You stop and look up at her. @@.paris;'I didn't tell you to stop.'@@ She kicks at our arm, knocking you off balance. @@.paris;'Come on I haven't got all day, continue.'@@ She walks back to the bed and sits down. You keep at it with Paris scolding you for not putting enough effort in. Eventually she tells you to stop, the floor looks exactly the same as when you started. @@.paris;'Not bad I suppose. You followed instructions well enough, but I expect a bit more enthusiasm next time. I can't have you looking like it's a chore for you, that doesn't please me. You can get up now.'@@ She shows you where most of her things go so you can keep her room tidy and so on. You both make your way to exit the room. <<if $parisCuck>> Paris grabs your arm, turning you towards her. She puts her right leg inbetween yours, pressing her thigh towards your crotch. @@.paris;'I did enjoy our little //experience// earlier today.'@@ @@.mc;'Yeah it was uh...yeah'@@ @@.paris;'Mike hasn't cum so much in a long time. But don't think this means anything between me and you. I just like being watched, this is strictly looking but no touching. I have the feeling you'll be seeing Mike take me in a variety of ways.'@@ With that she strides out of the room. <</if>>\ [[Thankfully that's it.|afterParis]]

<<if $submissive lte 1>> @@.paris;'Come on! Put some more effort into it.'@@ @@.mc;'This is just needless. Fine I'll clean things up for you, but only when they actually need doing.'@@ You stand up. Paris looks surprised. @@.paris;'Oh wow. I didn't think you had it in you, maybe I underestimated you...'@@ @@.mc;'So am I done here?'@@ @@.paris;'Well. I should show you where most stuff goes.'@@ She shows you how she orders her cupboards, draws and so on. <<if $parisCuck>> Paris grabs your arm, turning you towards her. She puts her right leg inbetween yours, pressing her thigh towards your crotch. @@.paris;'I did enjoy our little //experience// earlier today.'@@ @@.mc;'Yeah it was uh...yeah'@@ @@.paris;'Mike hasn't cum so much in a long time. But don't think this means anything between me and you. I just like being watched, this is strictly looking but no touching. I have the feeling you'll be seeing Mike take me in a variety of ways.'@@ With that she strides out of the room. <</if>>\ [[Thankfully that seems to be it|afterParis]] <<else>>\ @@.paris;'Do it like you mean it.'@@ @@.mc;'But it's already clean!'@@ Paris gets up and strides towards you, placing her hands on her hips. @@.paris;'If I say do it. You do it. Don't talk back to me.'@@ @@.mc;'Oh come on...'@@ @@.paris;'Enough!'@@ She grabs you by your hair. @@.paris;'You will do as you're told! I warned you about using some of Marion's equipment, it's as though you want me to use it.'@@ @@.mc;'Please no I-'@@ She slaps you in the face and points at you. @@.paris;'Quiet! You'll speak when you're spoken to.'@@ She grabs you and pushes you face down onto the bed. You can feel her climb on top of you, looking around you you see some rope and handcuffs. [[This doesn't seem as though it's going well]] <</if>>

It's getting late, you really need to get going to get to the bar. You sling on some acceptable clothes. <<if $wearPinkThong>>Still wearing your panties though, imagine if the girls that work at the bar find out.<</if>> <<if $chastityOn and $noKey>>Working around scantily clad women is going to be torture with this chastity thing on. Fuck imagine if they somehow find out you're locked away.<<elseif $chastityOn>>Damn you didn't think to take your chastity cage off. Working around scantily clad women is going to be torture with this chastity thing on. Fuck imagine if they somehow find out you're locked away.<</if>> You hurry off and get to the outside of Desire. You hadn't noticed how lurid, neon and obvious the sign [[was before...]]

You feel her quickly use the rope, putting it around your ankles and then the bedposts. She yanks your arms behind you and cuffs them. You're prostrate on the bed, effectively helpless. She gets off you. @@.paris;'I don't want to have to do this $name but it's for your own good. I'll do it regularly if that's what it takes.'@@ You feel her pull your pants down. <<if $wearPinkThong>>@@.paris;'Oh my. I definitely wasn't expecting //that//. I'm not sure I really want to know why you're wearing //those//. But maybe you'll end up enjoying this.'@@ <<if $chastityOn>>So now Paris knows you've been wearing women's underwear. At least she doesn't know you're in a chastity cage...<</if>><</if>> Sudddenly you feel a solid object come down on your backside. It hurts but thankfully not too much. @@.paris;'I'm just going to break you in gently, but be warned this paddle can be painful.'@@ A few more firm but not too harsh strikes. And then without warning. //''Ouch''//. You let out a scream. And again. And again. Your backside stings. @@.marion;'Is everything alright in there Paris?'@@ @@.paris;'Yes yes, nothing to worry about Marion.'@@ [[You hear the bedroom door open]]

@@.marion;'Oh my god Paris!'@@ @@.paris;'It's ok Marion, he just needed a lesson.'@@ @@.marion;'But rope and a paddle?!'@@ @@.paris;'He'll be fine, trust me. You want a good roommate don't you?'@@ @@.marion;'Well yes I mean. I trust you Paris but...I mean the screaming...'@@ @@.paris;'Yeah I didn't think he'd be so loud admittedly. I was wondering if you might have something for that?'@@ @@.marion;'Oh. I mean I might actually, I guess that would be a good idea...'@@ @@.paris;'We'll be back in a minute $name'@@ [[You hear them leave]]

You wait. It doesn't take them that long. <<if $wearPinkThong>>@@.paris;'Oh! I almost forgot, it seems as though $name has been dressing up a little bit for us.'@@ ou feel her pull on your thong, letting it snap back down in place. <<if $marionBlue>>\ @@.marion;'Oooh! I did see him in a blue one the other morning. So he's moved on to pink now...'@@ <<else>>@@.marion;'No way! Now that is something.'@@<</if>>\ @@.paris;'Yeah I'm not sure what to make of it. Best not to think about it really, maybe it'll come in use in the future.'@@<</if>>\ You feel Paris get on top of you again. She squeezes your face. @@.paris;'Open wide.'@@ What? Why? You feel her shove a ball or something into your mouth and tighten some straps round your head. It's a ball gag. Right, now your screams won't be heard. Paris gets off and strikes you again. Hard. @@.paris;'That's better isn't it?'@@ @@.marion;'Yeah. I mean don't be too harsh on him ok? Oh and don't be too long he has to work this evening.'@@ You hear the door close. @@.paris;'I think you've probably learned your lesson by now. But if you don't improve I may have to make this a more regular thing and use different methods. I'll let you think on that for a while.'@@ [[She leaves the room, and you wait]]

Mercifully it doesn't take too long. But it's long enough to wonder about just how you've ended up tied to a bed with a ball gag in your mouth. You knew you shouldn't have been reluctant. You guess you'll just have to go along with this situation unless you really want to get put in your place. She unties you and pulls your pants back up. @@.paris;'I hope I haven't done anything to interfere with your work this evening.'@@ You both go to leave her bedroom. <<if $parisCuck>> Paris grabs your arm, turning you towards her. She puts her right leg inbetween yours, pressing her thigh towards your crotch. @@.paris;'I did enjoy our little //experience// earlier today.'@@ @@.mc;'Yeah it was uh...yeah'@@ @@.paris;'Mike hasn't cum so much in a long time. But don't think this means anything between me and you. I just like being watched, this is strictly looking but no touching. I have the feeling you'll be seeing Mike take me in a variety of ways.'@@ With that she strides out of the room. <</if>>\ [[Time to start your first evening of work|afterParisThought]]

You see him with Bianca following. @@.bianca;'Yeah that's $name, he works here now.'@@ 'Really though? I mean how's that going to work with the stuff you guys do?' @@.bianca;'Oh God knows but it was a favor so that's just how it is. Come on $name.'@@ The bouncer looks at you in a weird way, like he's sizing you up for something. You get inside. @@.bianca;'Alright go out behind the bar. One of the bargirls will tell you what needs doing, I need to go get ready to put on a show.'@@ You see her head off into a room near the back marked changing area. It must be where the strippers get ready. You see near it a stage and then some more rooms market private shows. This seems more and more like a strip joint with a decent bar than a bar with added strippers. [[You go to see what work needs doing]]

You're greeted by a black woman in a tiny crop top, with a barely there skirt and stocking. Your eyes are drawn to her tiny waist and toned stomach with a belly button pierching. 'Hey, you must be the new guy. I'm Tasha, I work bar mainly. We need stock ready to change over OK?' She points to a load of boxes, yep it's some boring grunt work alright. But at least you'll get to look at women like Tasha. You watch her butt move against her skirt as she leaves you to it. Your surroundings are a bit dark and sparse. It takes you a fair bit of time to sort things in order, you can now hear blaring out through the door. The place must be letting people in, you can hear the general chatter found at almost any bar. It seems that there are three girls working the bar. All gorgeous in their own ways. In addition to Tasha there's Sandra with supermodelesque height and looks and Claire a petite girl with some sort of East Asian heritage. [[The night goes on, the bar gets louder]]

You see Tasha come back out. @@.mc;'Need some more vodka?'@@ 'Oh no some woman is at the bar asking for you. I tried to serve her but she just kept asking for you.' Well you better go see who it is. You go to the bar to see Cheryl waving excitedly at you, her breasts almost bouncing out of her incredibly low cut dress. @@.woman;'Heyy!'@@ [img[images/cherylBar.jpg]] @@.mc;'Hi Cheryl, do you want a drink?'@@ @@.woman;'Of course, get us two mojitos!'@@ You see another woman next to her. A brunette with a tanned complexion, every bit as attractive as Cheryl. @@.woman;'This is Amanda by the way!'@@ Amanda smiles at you. You go prepare their mojitos. <<if $cafeBluePanties>> @@.woman;'Why aren't you dressed up like all the other barstaff?'@@ @@.mc;'Err I'm not I just I don't need to wear that out the back...'@@ @@.woman;'But you're the only one at the bar dressed so plain! Isn't that a bit unfair? Do you get special treatment because you're a guy?'@@ @@.mc;'What no, of course not.'@@ @@.woman;'Yeah yeah, I just think if there are clothing requirements for staff, surely you should follow them.'@@<</if>> You hand them their mojitos and tell them it'll be $12. @@.woman;'Aww, don't I get a drink on the house?'@@ She leans forwards, squeezing her breasts together and tilting her head. <<if $noKey>>You see her pull her necklace from between her breasts, she twirls the key in her fingers. //That// key. @@.woman;'I don't think you want to say no.'@@ @@.mc;'I guess not.'@@ You don't really want to find out what could happen if you say no here... <<else>> @@.mc;'I mean I dunno on my first day.'@@<</if>> @@.woman;'You'll be fine! Trust me.'@@ They take their drinks. After taking a few steps Cheryl looks back at you over her shoulder and [[blows you a kiss.]]

You see them start to flirt with a group of guys. There are a lot of guys in this place, you suppose it's hardly surprising. Cheryl flirtily squeezes a man's bicep, but you can't watch for long as you have more work to be getting on with. You get back to work, clearing up various incidents around the bar. But you get a fair amount of time with little happening. You take your chances to check out the girls tending the bar. You sure do get a view or two. [img[images/bartender.jpg]] After a while of nothing, Sandra tells you that there's been a bit of an incident in a women's toilet cubicle that you [[need to get cleaned up]]

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A bouncer stop you from entering. 'Sorry, we don't open just yet. Employees only.' @@.mc;'But I work here.'@@ 'Come on, the only people that work inside are women. Don't waste my time here.' He gives you a firm shove. 'No really I got given this job today. It's just cleaning and sorting boxes and whatever, but I work here now. Is Bianca around?' 'Not giving up huh. Wait there man I'll see.' [[He goes inside and you stay]]

With your mop and bucket in hand you trudge off to the women's toilets. You apologise to the aghast women chatting at the sinks who quickly vacate the room. That must be it, someone clearly had a bit too much to drink. You get in the cubicle and start to mop. Damn there's a lot of this, it's going to take some work... You can hear some women talking. 'That guy was hot! Think you'll take him home tonight?' 'I dunno. I mean maybe, I guess he had nice biceps.' 'Oh girl please you guess. What is with you, you haven't been into taking a guy home for what seems ages!' 'What? I took one home last week!' 'Yeah exactly. Has something happened with Brad?' Brad? Huh and the biceps...is that Cheryl? @@.woman;'God no I mean Brad's...Brad, still a great fuck.'@@ 'Then what come on. I guess you've been talking about that guy at the bar a lot haven't you. $name? Have you two banged or something?' [[Oh God you shouldn't be listening to this]]

@@.woman;'What?! No of course not!@@ <<if $mastBathroom>>@@.woman;Well I sort of relieved him once but that was just pity...'@@<<else>>@@.woman;'@@<</if>> 'But you've been talking about him soooo much. Honestly you've only ever gone on about Brad this much before. I would've sworn you'd jumped his bones by now.' @@.woman;'I mean no. It's not like that.'@@ 'Oooh go on you're hiding something aren't you?' <<if $laceBody>>@@.woman;'I've just had a lot of fun with him you know.'@@ 'But what are you going to do with a guy apart from sex? Go clothes shopping? Come on be real girl.' @@.woman;'Clothes shopping isn't //that// far off'@@ 'Babe come on! I know you're gonna spill, you tell me everything.' @@.woman;'Fiiiine. Just don't tell $name I told you OK?!'@@ 'Yeah yeah now come on!' [[She's really going to tell her...|cherylSpills]] <<else>> @@.woman;'No I mean. I guess he's kinda cute and he's so nice. He's just a different kind of guy to Brad. But I don't think there's anything there. It would've happened by now.'@@ 'Oh that's just boooring. I can tell he wants to screw you, he could barely takes his eyes of your boobs.' @@.woman;'Hahaha really?'@@ 'Oh please you were flirting with him too.' @@.woman;'I was not!'@@ 'Girl you flirt with everyone whether you know it or not. You love it too.' @@.woman;'Well it //is// fun. I don't mind $name looking, maybe I'll tease him more.'@@ 'Hahaha that poor guy is going to have the bluest balls.' [[You hear the bathroom door shut.|afterBarBathroom]] <</if>>

You finish up cleaning the toilet and get back to your other work thinking about what you just heard. Do you have some sort of chance with Cheryl? You can't quite see how you can get her to be your girlfriend...but something else maybe? You're told that you should check on the strippers backstage. You get to go into a room of semi naked women? Possibly some completely naked...will they be ok with that? You go and enter the [[backstage door]]

@@.woman;'Don't freak out! OK so I mean I started talking to him at the café one day. He looked kinda lonely and bummed, turned out he needed a place to stay that night.'@@ 'Oh come on how didn't this lead to sex?' @@.woman;'He came back to mine, cooked a little for me. Was really nice and sweet you know. Turned out he didn't have anything to sleep in when he was going to sleep on the couch. Well I didn't want him naked on it.'@@ 'Yeah yeah so he sleeps with you and you bone each other come on.' @@.woman;'I did think he would try that on but no! He wasn't going to sleep on the floor either so you know...'@@ 'What then? You gave him some shirt Brad left?' @@.woman;'Well I did but they were just ridiculously big...'@@ 'So...what? //No//. Girl are you saying what I think?' @@.woman;'He ended up in some of my lingerie...'@@ Amanda starts giggling. [[You want the earth to swallow you up]]

@@.woman;'Don't laugh like that!'@@ 'But him in your lingerie?!' @@.woman;'He looked pretty good in it too you know.'@@ 'Why are you getting a guy to wear lingerie?' @@.woman;'It just happened, I don't know. But it was //fun//.'@@ 'Did you ever get Brad to wear you know?' @@.woman;'Oh please. I never wanted to see Brad in lingerie! Even as a joke he'd rip through all of it...'@@ <<if $cafeBluePanties>>'So you're still thinking about that evening or what?' @@.woman;'Welll. There //may// be more.'@@ 'More? How much have you been doing with this guy?!' @@.woman;'Since he had so few clothes, I said I'd wash some of them for him. And well I went to put in his bag, but saw he'd taken a g-string from me! So since he'd already worn some lingerie, I thought I'd surprise him by taking his underwear and giving him some extra panties!'@@ 'Oh my god Cheryl. This is amazing.' Amazing? Try mortifying. [[How much longer is this going to go on for]] <<else>>\ 'You freak I swear. Well whatever happened I can tell he wants to screw you. He could barely takes his eyes of your boobs.' @@.woman;'Hahaha really?'@@ 'Oh please you were flirting with him too.' @@.woman;'I was not!'@@ 'Girl you flirt with everyone whether you know it or not. You love it too.' @@.woman;'Well it //is// fun. I don't mind $name looking, maybe I'll tease him more.'@@ 'Hahaha that poor guy is going to have the bluest balls. I don't know if that looks good in stockings or not.' [[You hear the bathroom door shut.|afterBarBathroom]]<</if>>

@@.woman;'So yeah he's been wearing my panties.'@@ 'And he's fine with this?' @@.woman;'Ohhh yeah. Well, he might complain a little. But there's one bit of him that gives it away.'@@ 'Look at you! You can't stop smiling, you are so loving all of this.' @@.woman;'I hadn't really realised! I thought I was just like, helping him along. Like why take my panties and be ok wearing my lingerie if he didn't really want to you know, wear other stuff. But I'm loving doing it too.'@@ 'Girl you so freaky getting some dude hard by putting him in panties. Just give the poor dude a blowjob.' @@.woman;'It's. No it's not like that.'@@ 'You're getting this guy to strip off for you and enjoying getting him hard! Does Brad know?' <<if $bradLipstick and $spankedBrad>>@@.woman;'Well sorta'@@ 'Go on.' @@.woman;'He saw him in lipstick and well I mean. I had them both over the day before yesterday and it kinda ended with $name in my heels and Brad spanking him.'@@ 'What the fuck?!' @@.woman;'Yeahhh I know. I kinda called him my bitch too. That could've been a bit much, but he still came to see me at the café the next day. It can't have been that bad for him?'@@ 'I don't even know what to say. Did Brad like spanking another guy?' @@.woman;'I //think// he did. I think he liked humiliating $name a bit. He is so much //bigger// than him. He fucked me so hard afterward $name left.'@@ 'So you put that guy in heels, had him spanked //and then// got rid of him so Brad could fuck you?' @@.woman;'It sounds bad when you put it like that! It was kinda hot though, I hope $name enjoyed it...'@@ <<if $penis lte 3>>'How much bigger though? I mean is $name //small//?' @@.woman;'Oh Brad is humongous in comparison. $name is pretty small I mean it's why he looks so cute in panties.'@@<</if>> <<elseif $bradLipstick and $noApron>>@@.woman;'He saw him in lipstick and well I mean. I had them both over the day before yesterday and it kinda ended with $name dressed up a little.'@@ 'Brad was OK with that?' @@.woman;'Well he seemed to like it better than when $name was just there normally. I think he liked humiliating him a little?'@@ 'Yeah I can see Brad being a bit mean you know...' @@.woman;'I guess. It was kinda hot though. Brad is so much bigger and seeing them next to each other like that...'@@ 'So you're into humiliating smaller guys now?' @@.woman;'No! I mean I don't want to humiliate $name. He just needed a bit of a push.'@@ <<if $penis lte 3>>'How much bigger though? I mean is $name //small//?' @@.woman;'Oh Brad is humongous in comparison. $name is pretty small I mean it's why he looks so cute in panties.'@@<</if>> <<elseif $spankedBrad>>@@.woman;'Well sorta'@@ 'Go on.' @@.woman;'I had them both over the day before yesterday and it kinda ended with $name in my heels and Brad spanking him.'@@ 'What the fuck?!' @@.woman;'Yeahhh I know. I kinda called him my bitch too. That could've been a bit much, but he still came to see me at the café the next day. It can't have been that bad for him?'@@ 'I don't even know what to say. Did Brad like spanking another guy?' @@.woman;'I //think// he did. I think he liked humiliating $name a bit. He is so much //bigger// than him. He fucked me so hard afterward $name left.'@@ 'So you put that guy in heels, had him spanked //and then// got rid of him so Brad could fuck you?' @@.woman;'It sounds bad when you put it like that! It was kinda hot though, I hope $name enjoyed it...'@@ <<if $penis lte 3>>'How much bigger though? I mean is $name //small//?' @@.woman;'Oh Brad is humongous in comparison. $name is pretty small I mean it's why he looks so cute in panties.'@@<</if>> <<elseif $noApron>>@.woman;'He saw him in lipstick and well I mean. I had them both over the day before yesterday and it kinda ended with $name dressed up a little.'@@ 'Brad was OK with that?' @@.woman;'Well he seemed to like it better than when $name was just there normally. I think he liked humiliating him a little?'@@ 'Yeah I can see Brad being a bit mean you know...' @@.woman;'I guess. It was kinda hot though. Brad is so much bigger and seeing them next to each other like that...'@@ 'So you're into humiliating smaller guys now?' @@.woman;'No! I mean I don't want to humiliate $name. He just needed a bit of a push.'@@ <<if $penis lte 3>>'How much bigger though? I mean is $name //small//?' @@.woman;'Oh Brad is humongous in comparison. $name is pretty small I mean it's why he looks so cute in panties.'@@<</if>> <<elseif $bradLipstick>>@@.woman;'Well Brad saw him in lipstick one time but nothing else.'@@ 'I can't imagine how he'd react. They're so different to each other. $name in panties next to Brad wouldn't even look like a man, right?' @@.woman;'I know! It's so good!'@@ <<else>> @@.woman;'Not that I know of.'@@ 'I can't imagine how he'd react. Brad is such a contrast to $name anyway. Even more with $name with panties or whatever.' @@.woman;'I know right? That's kinda exciting.'@@ <</if>>\ 'Well whatever you keep on doing what you want. I just hope you know what you're doing.' @@.woman;'I really don't'@@ [[This seems to be taking forever, you don't know if you can just hide like this for much longer]]

@@.woman;'Are you ok shug? You haven't touched your coffee for 30 minutes now, would you like me to get you another one?@@ @@.mc;'I'm good thanks. The coffee on the other hand...'@@ @@.woman;'Are you sure hun?'@@ The waitress rubs your shoulder. @@.woman;'Would you like to sit in a comfier seat? This hard wood must be hurting your tush.'@@ @@.mc;'Oh alright go on then. But I'll stay here; my ass can take a bit of hard wood.'@@ @@.woman;'If you say so darlin'!'@@ She cracks a smile and quickly returns carrying a cup of coffee. @@.woman;'Are you new around here? I don't recognise your cute face.'@@ @@.mc;'Yeah, I just got here today.'@@ @@.woman;'Oh wow! Well welcome! I'm Cheryl. How about I join you? It's near closing and the place is empty - it's always good to get to know someone new!'@@ [[It's always a pleasure to talk to such a cute waitress|cherchat]] [[Well, I guess you can.|chatcoff1]]

'Have you ever been with a guy like $name?' @@.woman;'Ummm.'@@ 'You haven't I know. Honey I know Brad is hot but it can't hurt to experiment a little sometimes.' @@.woman;'But the sex is so good.'@@ 'Oh come on, getting railed from behind or cowgirl if you're lucky is fine. Has Brad even eaten you out once?' @@.woman;'Well no but how could I go from Brad's cock to...'@@ 'Sex is wayyy more than just that girl. God I keep telling you you go for the same type. I can hook you up with guys every bit as hot as Brad who would rock your world. You've been such a naughty tease with $name even he should get a chance.' @@.woman;'But $name is more like a girlfriend.'@@ 'Oh please I bet he's just doing whatever you want because you're hot and you clearly enjoy him getting hard for you. You're just being blind.' @@.woman;'//Fine//. I like teasing him. I admit it, it's not just for him.'@@ <<if $chastityOn>>'Then fuck him!' @@.woman;'That's kiiiinda not an option right now. I did something else to him.'@@ [[Oh fuck oh fuck]] <<else>> 'Well that's //something//. God girl you are so difficult sometimes.' [[You hear the bathroom door finally go|afterBarBathroom]] <</if>>

'Do I want to even know? Oh fine I do come on.' @@.woman;'Have you heard of these things called chastity cages?'@@ 'No, what the hell?' @@.woman;'They're like little cages for...for a guy's cock.'@@ '//What//!? Oh no you didn't!' @@.woman;'Uh huh.'@@ 'Where did you even hear about that being a thing?' @@.woman;'$name's roommate. She works in a sex shop. She gave me a tour and some free stuff...'@@ 'I knew you were a cocktease. But //this//. You devil!' Amanda laughs. @@.woman;'But it suits him so well honestly. In his thong and with his shaved legs. Plus he was always getting hard!'@@ 'Which you just admitted you liked!' @@.woman;'I mean I like making him feminine and teasing him, this kiiinda does both.'@@ 'Does this mean he's in panties and a chastity cage at work?!' <<if $noKey>>@@.woman;'I don't know about panties, we had a bit of an issue earlier. I hope he's put them back on. But as for the other thing.'@@ 'Is that? Is that a //key//?' @@.woman;'I needed to make sure you know, he needed a bit of //encouragement//.'@@ 'He just let you do this?' @@.woman;'Well I guess. I mean he's not the strongest but I can't really force him, I don't think anyway.'@@ 'So you're in charge of his manhood now?' @@.woman;'I mean if you can call it that. Oh I'm going to have so much fun teasing him now! And don't look at me like that, I'll make sure he enjoys it too ok?!'@@ 'MMMMMHMMMMM. It's a bit much to wear it in public though.' @@.woman;'Nobody else knows, it just looks like jewelry.'@@ 'Sure sure. Promise me to remember what I said. I haven't seen you this giddy about a guy in forever, but I guess you aren't going to fuck him anytime soon. Are you going to talk to him more tonight?' [[With that you hear the door close. It's over|afterBarBathroom]] <<else>>@@.woman;'I hope so! I'd be disappointed if he took it off from earlier. I only put him in chastity earlier today!'@@ 'Well I guess if he doesn't like it he'll take them off.' @@.woman;'Exactly! I bet he has them on still, I //know// he likes it. Trust me.'@@ 'I haven't seen you this giddy about a guy in forever. I have no idea what you're going to do with him, I guess fucking him isn't going to happen.' They both laugh. @@.woman;'Oh I'm going to have so much fun teasing him now! And don't look at me like that, I'll make sure he enjoys it too ok?!'@@ 'Are you going to talk to him more tonight?' [[With that you hear the door close. It's over|afterBarBathroom]] <</if>>

[img[images/backstage.jpg][backstageHelp]]

One of the strippers sees you enter. 'What are you doing back here? Strippers only. Who are you?' @@.mc;'Oh sorry sorry. I'm $name. I work here I was told to come and help you.'@@ 'Ohh you're the new guy. Bianca told us about you. Well I guess you can help me get these leather boots on. I'm Candice.' @@.mc;'Sure anything.'@@ 'Guys would kill to be backstage with us, aren't you a lucky one. You know I don't think a guy has worked here before apart from the bouncer. I thought the owner was kinda strict about it just being women. Weird.' @@.mc;'I don't know, well I'm here now.'@@ You pick up one of the knee-high leather boots. 'I guess you won't be doing any stripping then. Although you never know do you?' You kneel down to help her slip the boot on, struggling a little as it's a tight fit. You begin to zip it up. <<if $biancaGossip>>'You know Bianca is a bit of a gossip. She told us a little bit about you. Didn't she girls?' You hear some of the strippers agree and giggle. You feel yourself blush a little. @@.mc;'Oh yeah?'@@ <<if $biancaPanties>>'It was rather. //Intriguing//. I can see why you might be decent help backstage.' @@.mc;'Why's that?'@@ 'Oh you know. A man who knows about women's underwear might have an interesting perspective. Not like the brutes who just want us naked, you can see both sides.' @@.mc;'Oh I suppose so.'@@ <<if $wearPinkThong>>'Did I catch a glimpse of a cute little thong just then?' Oh God another woman knows. <<if $crossdress gte 4>>At this rate it'll be easier to just come to work in women's clothes. Wait, what? Did you just think that?<</if>> 'I'll take the lack of a response as a yes.' She smiles. 'Don't forget my other boot.' You grab the other one and slip her foot in.<</if>> 'But I do hope you're not some sort of pervert. That would be a waste. You know you're a similar size to some of us. You could be useful to test out different outfits on. You can be like our little gay helper.' What? Gay? No. @@.mc;'I'm not...'@@ 'Hmm? Something wrong with that?' @@.mc;'No it's just I'm not-'@@ 'Well, it's better to treat you that way. We don't want any trouble. And never say never eh.' She winks at you. You finish zipping her boot up [[and watch her go on stage|afterBackStage][$stripperOutfits to true]] <<elseif $biancaSex>>'Had a good evening with her didn't you?' @@.mc;'I guess.'@@ 'Well at least one of you did, that's something. It's okay, some guys just don't have the stamina.' @@.mc;'It wasn't that bad...'@@ You grab her other boot. 'Aww sure!' You finish putting her boots on. 'Thanks babe, time to go make some money!' [[watch her go on stage|afterBackStage]] <<elseif $biancaBad>>'She warned us away from you and your...proclivities.' @@.mc;'It's not like that it was-'@@ 'Oh you don't have to justify yourself darling. We all have our certain //kinks//. Just don't try to bring any of us into it or there'll be trouble. Understand?' @@.mc;'Yes. OK sorry.'@@ 'Good. Now behave and finish putting my boots on.' You comply and watch her [[walk out onto the stage|afterBackStage]] <<elseif $biancaRace>>'We heard you were very useful.' @@.mc;'Oh?'@@ 'Yeah holding her bags for her while she had matters to attend to. A very useful prepper.' @@.mc;'Err ok I guess.'@@ 'Oh speak of the devil' @@.bianca;'Hi girls! Good crowd out there tonight!'@@ You look at her in some sort of bunnygirl outfit. @@.bianca;'I said Marcus could see me backstage too, is that alright?'@@ 'Oh we all love Marcus, any men like //that// are fine. I suppose $name here is fine too but you know.' @@.bianca;'Oh believe me I //know//.'@@ You finish putting on Candice's boots. [[You see Marcus appear]] <<elseif $biancaBlow>> 'You had a good time in the bathroom didn't you? A bit naughty.' @@.mc;'Ha yeah. I guess it was.'@@ 'Well don't do it too often.' She winks at you. 'I don't like hearing when I miss out on fun.' You finish putting on her boots and [[watch her go onto the stage|afterBackStage]] <</if>> <<else>> 'That's it go on the other one too. Careful.' You do your best to get it on properly. 'Well done. You'll be a good little helper. Anyone else need some help girls?' Nobody else seems to. 'Well another day, we'll call for you if we need something.' [[You watch her head out on to the stage|afterBackStage]] <</if>>

You continue to work, cleaning sticky floors where drinks have been spilled, clearing tables and other mind numbing tasks. It's getting quite late so it must be close to time to finish you hope. <<if $cafeBluePanties>>Tasha comes up to you and asks you to come with her. You wonder what she's taking to you especially since she hasn't let on anything. 'There's been a request for you.' You keep following, she takes you to a small changing room of some kind. 'I don't even know what this thing is but there's good money in it for you and me so it's happening ok?' But just what does she mean, what's happening? 'Don't worry it's nothing outrageous.' @@.mc;'Come on, can you just tell me?'@@ 'Yeah yeah it's just surprising is all.' [[You wonder if this passage has just been drawn out for easy suspense]] <<else>>\ It's seems that the place is shutting up shop, the bouncer is getting the stragglers to leave. You say goodbye to a few of the girls and [[head home|afterBarNightOne]] <</if>>

'Hey girls!' You see Bianca go over and hug him. A few of the other strippers also crowd around him. He looks at you. 'Are you?' @@.bianca;'That's $name. You know the guy I was talking to the other night when you bought me a drink'@@ 'Oh riiight right. Hey man, what you doing back here?' @@.bianca;'Oh he works here now, you know cleaning helping around and so on.'@@ 'Cool cool. Lucky guy getting to work with so many gorgeous women!' The girls laugh and he hugs a couple of the close to him, you can see them clearly enjoying feeling his chest. @@.mc;'There are worse jobs.'@@ 'Odd though. You being the only guy. You gonna be dressing up like the rest of the staff?' He laughs. 'You never know with some guys.' Candice turns to you. 'What was it like having him buy Bianca a drink right as you were hitting on her.' @@.mc;'I guess I was surprised...'@@ @@.bianca;'Oh you were sweet. I almost felt bad going over to Marcus instead. But well, we had been talking whether black and white go together hadn't we?'@@ @@.mc;'Yeah that's true...'@@ 'And?' Candice asks. 'You agreed it does right?' [[You don't quite know where this is going]]

@@.bianca;'Well we thought so didn't we $name? Anyway Marcus was more than happy to show me, weren't you Marcus?'@@ 'Of course. The more pretty girls that know the better it is for me!' He pulls Bianca closer to him, a large hand grabbing her ass. @@.bianca;'I thought some of it was a bit of a myth you know. To think all these years I've been missing out!'@@ 'Just as long as you let us share him!' @@.bianca;'Why did you think I brought him back here? I don't know if I can really handle it on my own!'@@ 'We're more than happy to help, aren't we girls?' The rest of them agree enthusastically. @@.bianca;'You can leave us to it $name. Unless you want him here Marcus?'@@ 'No. You can get going boy, maybe you'll need to clean up after.' He places a firm hand on your shoulder and takes you to the door. 'You know your place.' He shuts the door in your face. [[You better go back and find other things to do|afterBackStage][$marcusStrip to true]]

'You're going to be serving some drinks. It's just one table, won't take long.' @@.mc;'Oh. Is that it?'@@ This doesn't seem worth all the buildup. 'Kiiinda. You see I was easy on you serving at the bar, it's your first day and all. But some of the girls weren't happy you could just wear those plain old things you know? If you're serving there's no way you can have those on.' @@.mc;'Oh.'@@ You wonder what she's going to suggest, it can't be good. @@.mc;'Well I don't have to serve, someone else can.'@@ 'Uh yeah you do if you want to keep working here.' You guess you're not getting out of this. 'Look I'm not going to force you into anything. I'll just lay some basic things out for you and leave you to it ok?' [[She sorts some stuff out and leaves]]

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Tasha has laid out what seems to be a sort of schoolgirl uniform. Of course with the items being ridiculously small so they cover very little skin. You see a tiny white shirt, tied in a way that would show off all of your stomach and you suppose would show of breasts if you had them. There is a tiny tartan pleated skirt which wouldn't cover all of your backside. You suppose at least your legs would be covered somewhat by the white thigh high socks. The outfit is finished off by some plain black stilleto heels. Is this what working here is going to turn into? <<if $crossdress lte 2>>You can't do this can you? Dressing as a sexy school girl for work? Just what is happening. But then the job, you don't want to lose it... [[You can't do this. You'll have to see if they understand]] [[You bargain with yourself, you can just wear the top. That at least shows you're trying a bit|barJustTop]] <<elseif $chastityOn>> Oh lord you don't want to lose your job. You suppose you're going to have to do something. But that skirt...it's so tiny. You can't wear that, everyone will see your chastity cage! No you can't take that level of humiliation right now. [[You'll do the top and heels. But that's it!|barTopHeels][$crossdress + 1]] [[Oh to hell with it. What's the worst that can happen?|barFullSchoolGirl][$exhibition + 1, $bimbo + 1, $crossdress + 2]] <<else>> You can't risk losing your job...it's just clothes and it'll be over quick enough. You'll probably never have to do it again, right? [[Still, you can't go full outfit. You'll wear the top and heels|barTopHeels][$crossdress + 1]] [[Well here goes nothing. You guess a sexy schoolgirl now|barFullSchoolGirl][$exhibition + 1, $bimbo + 1, $crossdress + 2]] <</if>>

Are you really doing this? Your first work day and you're serving like one of the other bar girls...but can you really risk not complying and making a bad first impression? You take your shirt off and slip the top on. It's quite tight but it fits, though there is clearly room that an ample set of breasts ought to be filling. You strip down to your <<if $wearPinkThong>>little pink thong.<<else>>underwear.<</if>> You slip the skirt on, it feels quite comfortable. The freedom it provides is certainly pleasant. <<if $chastityOn>>The skirt barely covers your chastity. Any sort of misstep and it would become visible for anyone to see. Don't even think about bending over or sitting down.<</if>>\ You slip your shoes off and step into the heels. You teeter for a little and carefully step out of the room. You exit the room hoping that not many people will see you and whoever has requested you doesn't want anything more than this. Tasha is waiting for you. 'Oh wow I didn't actually expect you to put all of the stuff on! Now go and get a nice fat tip. There's a drink at the bar, take it to table 3.' You walk to the bar, still struggling with your heels. It makes you feel sort of vulnerable and dainty taking such little steps. The bottom of your skirt repeatedly grazes against your caged cock. You can feel half the room's eyes on you and receive a couple of whistles and shouts. One large hand even gives your ass a small squeeze. Is this what working as a waitress is like? [[You collect the drink|allOnDrink]]

You take your shirt off and slip the top on. It's quite tight but it fits, though there is clearly room that an ample set of breasts ought to be filling. You slip your shoes off and step into the heels. You teeter for a little and carefully step out of the room. You exit the room hoping that not many people will see you and whoever has requested you doesn't want anything more than this. Tasha is waiting for you. 'Just the shirt? Oh and the heels. Oh well I guess that's good enough. The skirt and socks were pushing it a little. I bet you're still gonna miss out on a big tip. Their drink is ready at the bar, some cocktail thing for table 3. Don't keep them waiting.' You walk to the bar, still struggling with your heels. It makes you feel sort of vulnerable and dainty taking such little steps. You can feel half the room's eyes on you and receive a couple of whistles and shouts. [[You collect the drink|topHeelsDrink]]

You take your shirt off and slip the top on. It's quite tight but it fits, though there is clearly room that an ample set of breasts ought to be filling. You exit the room hoping that not many people will see you and whoever has requested you doesn't want anything more than this. Tasha is waiting for you. 'Is that it? Just the shirt? Oh whatever I suppose this will do, at least it's something. You're probably missing out on a huge tip but that's your loss. Their drink is ready at the bar, some cocktail thing for table 3. Don't keep them waiting.' You walk to the bar, you can feel half the room's eyes on you and receive a couple of whistles and shouts. [[You collect the drink|justTopDrink]]

You head back out, you see Tasha waiting. @@.mc;'I can't do it, I just want to work with the simple stuff not serving and whatever.'@@ 'You just cost me $150. Whatever. I'm gonna take $100 out of your pay.' @@.mc;'Oh come on, $100!?'@@ 'Unless ou want to lose your job.' You decide not to press further. You do a bit more cleaning around the bar and eventually it gets to closing time. You wonder what really would have happened if you'd put on that stuff or who wanted you to. Guess that's just not your story. You say goodbye to some of the girls and [[go home|afterBarNightOne]]

You walk over to table 3, growing more and more self conscious. It feels like all the guys in the room are checking you out... Cheryl is waiting for you. Of course. @@.woman;'$name!'@@ @@.mc;'Hi. Here's your drink.'@@ You hand her the drink. @@.mc;'Do you want anything else?'@@ You try your best impression of a helpful waitress. @@.woman;'You make //such// a cute waitress! Far better than hiding out the back. I swear like all the guys were checking your ass out!'@@ You're taken back by this but at least it's a complement... @@.woman;'Come on sit down with me.'@@ She pats the seat next to her. You sit down<<if $chastityOn>> making sure to cross your legs so your chastity isn't on display<</if>>. Cheryl gives your right thigh a squeeze. @@.woman;'Your outfit really shows how lovely and smooth your legs are!'@@ Her hand runs further up your thigh. @@.woman;'Would you like a reward for being such a good //boy//?'@@ @@.mc;'Oh you don't need to tip me it's fine I know Tasha said-'@@ @@.woman;'Well I wasn't quite thinking of //that// sort of reward, but now you mention it.'@@ She takes a 20 dollar note out of her purse and <<if $wearPinkThong>>snaps it to your hip using your thong.<<else>>places it down the side of your skirt.<</if>> @@.mc;'You could have just given it to me. You know, in my hand...'@@ @@.woman;'But you have nowhere to keep it! I'm sure you'll get used to people doing that here. Anyway, do you want your //real// reward?'@@ You feel her finger tracking the outline of your <<if $chastityOn>>chastity cage.<<else>>cock.<</if>> You can't pass this up. @@.mc;'Yes, yes please.'@@ @@.woman;'Meet me in the women's bathroom. Third stall. 5 minutes.'@@ She kisses you softly on your neck. [[You watch her sashay away]]

You walk over to table 3, growing more and more self conscious. You're sure some of the guys are checking you out... Cheryl is waiting for you. Of course. @@.woman;'$name!'@@ @@.mc;'Hi. Here's your drink.'@@ You hand her the drink. @@.mc;'Do you want anything else?'@@ You try your best impression of a helpful waitress. @@.woman;'What happened to the rest of your outfit?!'@@ @@.mc;'I thought this would be enough. I didn't really want to wear that stuff in front of people...'@@ <<if $noKey>>@@.woman;'Why not?'@@ @@.mc;'It would be embarrassing...'@@ @@.woman;'Oh? What's wrong with a skirt and socks?'@@ @@.mc;'But everyone would see me in women's clothes and I. The skirt was so short.'@@ @@.woman;'Clothes are just clothes, you'd look nice. Plus your legs are so nice, those thighs need showing off. Flaunt it!'@@ @@.mc;'But people might see.'@@ You notice the lighting glint off the key between her hefty breasts. You lower your voice. @@.mc;'They might see the chastity cage.'@@ @@.woman;'Don't you like your little erection helper?'@@ She pouts. @@.mc;'What would people think if they saw?!'@@ @@.woman;'Oh don't be so self conscious. Nobody would even notice, they're not all watching your every move!'@@ @@.mc;'I already had people starting at me in this stuff!'@@ [[Cheryl stands up next to you]] <<else>> @@.woman;'Aww you look cute. You would've looked even cuter with a skirt and socks! Do you mean you'd wear it in private??'@@ @@.mc;'No I didn't mean-'@@ @@.woman;'Mmm well we'll see. Come sit with me! You don't seem that great standing in those heels.' She pats the seat next to her. You chat for a while. She seems very flirty with you, you wonder what she would have been like if you had worn it all. Eventually she has to go and you hug goodbye. [[You get changed and go home|afterBarNightOne]] <</if>>

She whispers next to year ear. @@.woman;'"You want to get out of it at some point, right?"@@ @@.mc;'Of course!'@@ @@.woman;'Well, I //suggest// you go and wear the skirt and socks for me.'@@ @@.mc;'What why do you want-'@@ @@.woman;'I just want to see you in them OK?!'@@ You can feel yourself squirming a bit as she gets close. That key is right there, you could just try taking the damn thing but then who knows what she'd do. @@.woman;'Come with me or I'll make a scene. You don't want that on your first day of work. Work that //I// set up for you, remember?'@@ She grabs your hand and begins to walk while pulling you along. You struggle to keep up on your heels. Eventually you end up back in the room where the skirt and socks remain. Along with your shoes and shirt. Cheryl sits down crossing her legs and looks at you expectantly. @@.woman;'Put them on then.'@@ Putting them on in a room with just Cheryl isn't that bad is it? You take off your heels and pants. You slip the skirt on, it feels quite comfortable. The freedom it provides is certainly pleasant. @@.woman;'See it covers your chastity!'@@ It does, barely. Any sort of misstep and it would become visible for anyone to see. Don't even think about bending over or sitting down. Cheryl plays with the hem of your skirt, folding it a little. @@.woman;'I do like seeing it though...'@@ You fumble in response, making sure it is again covered. Cheryl laughs, clearing loving your predicament. @@.woman;'Come on then, those socks and heels won't put on themselves!'@@ You pull the socks on and step back into the heels. [[Your look is complete]]

@@.woman;'Perfect! See was that so bad?'@@ You do quite like the feel of the socks on your smooth legs and it's not like a skirt is any different to a small pair of shorts is it really? It's only a small bit of fabric missing giving you more room, no? She takes your locked cock and balls in her hand. @@.woman;'Aren't you just //wonderful// like this? Now come on, let's go have a drink.'@@ @@.mc;'In front of everyone?!'@@ @@.woman;'Well no, I'm not getting you up on the stage just yet!'@@ @@.mc;'Don't even jo-'@@ She yanks your arm and you're at the bar in what seems like a flash with Cheryl ordering. @@.woman;'Two of your girliest drinks please!'@@ 'Girliest?' The bartender responds. You don't think you saw her earlier, hopefully she doesn't recognise you. 'Well I can do a Daiquiri. Or there's a special on, a Blow Job.' @@.woman;'Oh yes, we'd both //love// to do a Blow Job!'@@ 'Coming right up!' You perch yourself on a bar stool, making sure that your skirt rests on top of your privates. You want to keep them //private// after all. @@.woman;'Look at us! A pair of hotties at the bar. I wonder if any guys will come up to us? Maybe they'll order a blow job too!'@@ You have your drinks, it's almost sickly sweet. <<if $biancaRace>>\You feel a large hand on your shoulder. You jolt around. It's Marcus. 'Hey girls, how's it going?' @@.woman;'Even better now.'@@ She turns to him and leans forward slightly as if to accentuate her breasts. You are extremely aware of the key hanging freely right inbetween them. You feel as though Marcus is looking right at it, but he's probably just checking out her tits, right? 'I'm Marcus. What are you girls drinking tonight?' @@.woman;'Well we're doing blow jobs right now!'@@ Cheryl giggles and touches Marcus's arm. 'Well isn't that something. I was really looking to get one of those.' @@.woman;'Oh I'm sure you can get one of those anytime you like.'@@ 'Really? Is there a service I can get into contact with?' He leans onto the bar, cutting right inbetween you and Cheryl. @@.woman;'//Well//. I do know of one. But it has very //demanding// standards. It has to be a ''big'' problem that needs fixing.'@@ You can see her hand moving, it looks as though it's probably on Marcus' thigh. 'Does it seem like my problem is large enough?' @@.woman;'Oh more than enough. I think you need a special service very soon. Just leave your contact details in my phone and I'll be sure to fix you up.'@@ He put his digits in her phone. 'Well, I do hope you get into contact soon. The problem won't get any smaller.' He turns to you. 'See you around $name.' Oh God he did recognize you. Another woman he's gone for with you right there... @@.woman;'Sorry about that. Do you know Marcus?'@@ @@.mc;'Sort of. It doesn't matter.'@@ Cheryl has to go. <<if $cheryl gte 1>>She gives you a big kiss on your cheek.<</if>> You watch her leave.It's time to go get changed. Afterwards you [[head back home|afterBarNightOne]] <<else>>@@.woman;'Oh look at the time! I can't believe it's that late, I really have to go. This has been great though.'@@ <<if $cheryl gte 1>>She throws her arms around you and gives you a big kiss on your cheek.<</if>> You watch her leave. It's time to go get changed. Afterwards you [[head back home|afterBarNightOne]] <</if>>

<<if $chastityOn is true and $noKey isnot true>>You wait long enough and begin to go to the bathroom. But a horrible thought strikes you. Where is your chastity key?! How are you going to get out of this. You head back to the room where you changed. You search through your clothes but can't seem to find it. Oh please don't let this ruin your chance. Come on come on you have to find it somewhere here... You keep searching... ... ... Ah! Its managed to go halfway across the room but you're sure that's it. Yes it is!<</if>>\ You go to the bathroom and enter the third stall. Sure enough, Cheryl is there. <<if $chastityOn is true and $noKey isnot true>>@@.woman;'What took you so long?! I thought you weren't going to come!'@@ @@.mc;'Sorry! Bit of trouble finding the key you know...'@@ @@.woman;'Did I say you needed your key?'@@ @@.mc;'Well no but-'@@ @@.woman;'Don't be so presumptuous! You're very lucky that you do in fact need it. <<else>>\ @@.woman;'Ready for your reward?'@@<</if>>\ <<if $chastityOn>>She gets on her knees with key in hand. @@.woman;'Come on strip off!'@@ You present your caged cock to her. @@.woman;'There it is.'@@ You hear a click and feel her take it off. Sweet release.<<else>>She gets on her knees. @@.woman;'Come on strip off!'@@ You present your cock to her.<</if>> She takes your cock in her hand and you immediately get erect. @@.woman;'Does this feel good $name?'@@ She strokes gently around the head of your erect member. She begins to stroke up and down the shaft, skilfully picking up the pace as well as playing with your balls. @@.woman;'Do you want to cum on my tits?'@@ @@.mc;'Uhh yes.'@@ You can feel yourself getting close. @@.mc;'God yes.'@@ Cheryl giggles. @@.woman;'Well, no I don't really want you to do that. It's nice to know you'd //like// that. Most guys do.'@@ @@.mc;'I'm gonna cum!'@@ @@.woman;'Oh I thought it'd be longer...oh well.'@@ <<if $chastityOn is true and $noKey isnot true>>Cheryl suddenly takes her hands off your cock and balls. @@.mc;'Cheryl?'@@ @@.woman;'Never keep a girl waiting $name.'@@ She pulls your skirt back up and gives your balls a sharp tap. You can feel your erection going with the mild shock of pain. She puts the chastity cage back on and you hear that click again. @@.woman;'Meet me at the table in 5 minutes.'@@ She exits the cubicle. Your are impossibly horny. At least she didn't take the key, you clasp it in your hand. Just your luck...would this have happened if she had the key? [[Eventually you go to leave the bathroom|afterBarBathroom2]] <<else>>She quickly has you spurting out your cum. This might be the best orgasm you've ever had, even if it is just from a handjob. Even being a locked for a short period makes this feel extra special. Not to mention it's a woman as goergeous Cheryl doing it. In your moment of ecstasy it takes you a while to notice Cheryl's fingers on your lips. Wait, what's that? What's that salty...Is that //cum//?! @@.woman;'Come on, spitters are quitters. Swallow it down!'@@ @@.mc;'What?! Why did you?!'@@ You splurt, with your mouth full of your own ejaculate. @@.woman;'Well I didn't want to make a mess. And anyway, you'd have to clean it up...so it's quicker this way. It's only cum, don't be a sissy.'@@ She hold your jaw and tips it back. You gulp it down. That thick, salty substance...not that it was //that// bad. You don't want to admit that though. @@.woman;'See, that wasn't so bad. You swallowed it like a champ. My first time had me wretching.'@@ <<if $noKey>>Cheryl gets to the ground again and starts fiddling with your cock. Is she going to...again? Oh no. She's putting your chastity cage back on. Click. She places the key between those bounteous breasts once more.<</if>> @@.woman;'Meet me back out in the bar in 5 minutes.'@@ She exits the cubicle. [[Eventually you go to leave the bathroom|afterBarBathroom2][$cumSwallowBathroom to true, $cum + 1, $gay + 1]] <</if>>

<<if $biancaRace>>You look for Cheryl, she's at the same table. But this time she's with someone...is that? That's Marcus isn't it? Cheryl is sat on his lap. She waves at you. @@.woman;'Come on!'@@ You make your way nervously to the table, unsure as to what to really make of Marcus and his new interest in Cheryl. @@.woman;'$name this is Marcus!'@@ You can see her hand resting on his thigh. Over a particularly girthy bulge. '$name? Wait, $name who, you were with Bianca $name? Damn! I didn't recognise...in //that//.' @@.mc;'Yeah I know...'@@ 'You some kind of sissy boi? That make sense. Tell you what, you can leave me and Cheryl here alone. I can take care of her for you.' @@.woman;'Marcus! He is not a sissy boy! And $name will be joining us.'@@ 'What? Come on, this guy? //Guy//.' @@.woman;'Yes!'@@ 'So you friends then? Huh. Well whatever, you chicks love a gay best friend.' Cheryl stands gets off his lap. @@.woman;'$name isn't gay! Well no I mean he might but that's got nothing to do with anything.'@@ 'Yeah yeah, come on look at him. But if you're gonna be like that you can give me your phone and then I'll get going @@.woman;'My phone?'@@ 'Yeah, I know you want my number.' He stands up, towering over both of you. @@.woman;'Oh.'@@ She hesitates. She gives you a glance, clearly conflicted you can tell she wasn't happy with how he was with but. She still takes her phone from out of her bag. @@.woman;'Whatever, go on.'@@ He puts his digits in. 'I can tell you're gonna be a fun on. Feisty, I like that.' He leaves. @@.woman;'Sorry about that $name, I didn't know.'@@ @@.mc;'Still let him give you his number...'@@ @@.woman;'I //know//. He's still hot. I hate that. Sort of.'@@ You wonder if Marcus will be cumming on those breasts any time soon. You'd probably bet he will be. It's getting late and Cheryl needs to go. [[You get dressed and go home|afterBarNightOne]] <<else>>You go and sit back down with Cheryl. You can feel her foot playfully brushing your calf and she smiles at you. @@.woman;'I've had a great time tonight $name. I think you'll be great at your new job, I can't wait to watch you strutting around this place like you own it!'@@ You blush. @@.woman;'You //might// need some dancing lessons. But I'm sure we can sort that out.'@@ @@.mc;'I think I might you know just work normally. You're not going to be getting me serving you every evening like this.'@@ Cheryl grins at you. @@.woman;'You never know.'@@ @@.mc;'Well I know you won't be tomorrow at least.'@@ @@.woman;'Mmm why's that?'@@ @@.mc;'It's my day off!'@@ @@.woman;'Ooooh! That's even more perfect. You can serve me like this at my place instead. I could get a few girlfriends round, you can be our private bargirl!'@@ @@.mc;'What?!'@@ @@.woman;'Hahaha look at your pretty little face. You never know though.'@@ Eventually it's time for her to go. [[You get dressed and head home|afterBarNightOne]] <</if>>

Your phone buzzes you awake. A text from Cheryl again. <<if $cumSwallowBathroom>><<timed 2s t8n>><a data-passage="afterSnap4"><<video "cherylCumTits">></a><</timed>> <<else>> <<timed 2s t8n>><a data-passage="afterSnap4a"><<videosmall "bradView2">></a><</timed>> <</if>>

<<if $noKey>>\ [img[images/bradCumText2.jpg][dayFiveStart]] <<else>>[img[images/bradCumText.jpg][dayFiveStart]] <</if>>

A buzz wakes you up. A text from Cheryl. <<timed 1s t8n>><<video "cheryBradView">><</timed>> <<timed 3s t8n>>@@.woman;-Thought you might like the view that Brad gets when I suck his fat cock xxxx@@ <<next 2s t8n>>[[Your phone buzzes again]] <</timed>>

[img[images/cheryBradView2.png][dayFourStart]]

<<audio ":playing" stop>> <<run UIBar.unstow()>> If you are a returning player you may want to skip ahead to get to the newer content instead of going over everything again. If so, [[click here|ReturnOptions]] If you want to play through the whole game or are new, [[click here|Opening]]

Would you like to start on [[day two|2choices]], [[day three|3choices]], [[day four|4choices]] or [[day five|5choices]]? If you want to start on day when then click back and start normally.

This is a checkox system for certain events. @@.sub;Be wary that selecting certain events together may break the story.@@ Name you want: <<textbox "$name" "">> !!Day 1 events: Arm wrestled Cheryl <<checkbox "$cherylStronger" false true>> @@.sub;OR@@ Cheryl put lipstick on you <<checkbox "$lipstick" false true>> Wore her lingerie <<checkbox "$laceBody" false true>> Took her gstring <<checkbox "$gstring" false true>> @@.sub;If lipstick:@@ Kept it on in bathroom<<checkbox "$lips" 0 1>> !!Day 2 events: Masturbated in the bathroom <<checkbox "$mastBathroom" false true>> Cheryl gives phone no. <<checkbox "$cherylPhone" false true>> Wear panties at café <<checkbox "$cafeBluePanties" false true>> !!!Went to bar: Met Bianca <<checkbox "$biancaBatMet" false true>> Disappointing sex <<checkbox "$biancaSex" false true>> <<checkbox "$biancaGossip" false true>> @@.sub;OR@@ Panties BJ <<checkbox "$biancaPanties" false true>> <<checkbox "$biancaGossip" false true>> @@.sub;OR@@ Marcus <<checkbox "$biancaRace" false true>> <<checkbox "$biancaGossip" false true>> Got text from Cheryl <<checkbox "$cherSnap1" false true>> Liked the text <<checkbox "$cuck" $cuck +1>> <<checkbox "$gay" $gay +1>> <<checkbox "$sph" $sph +1>> !!!Went to Cheryl's: Didn't wear the apron <<checkbox "$noApron" false true>> Spanked by Brad <<checkbox "$spankedBrad" false true>> !!Day 3 events: Marion saw panties <<checkbox "$marionBlue" false true>> Want to watch Paris <<checkbox "$parisCuck" false true>> !!!Laundry choices: Didn't do the laundry <<checkbox "$noLaundry" false true>> @@.sub;AND@@ Punished by Paris and Marion <<checkbox "$laundryPunish" false true>> @@.sub;OR@@ Did and got Carmen's number <<checkbox "$carmenNumber" false true>> Carmen suggested shopping <<checkbox "$carmenShopping" false true>> @@.sub;OR@@ Carmen suggested maid <<checkbox "$carmenWork" false true>> _____________________________________________________ Cheryl waxed legs <<checkbox "$waxedLegs" false true>> Picked work at sex shop <<checkbox "$sexShop" false true>> @@.sub;OR@@ Picked work for Carmen <<checkbox "$carmenMaid" false true>> @@.sub;OR@@ Picked work at bar <<checkbox "$barJob" false true>> Cheryl put a bra on you <<checkbox "$bra" false true>> Photo of you in a bra <<checkbox "$braPhoto" false true>> Photo of you being spanked <<checkbox "$bradSpankPhoto" false true>> !!Underlying stuff: Enjoying crossdressing <<checkbox "$crossdress" 0 6>> @@.sub;OR@@ only kinda <<checkbox "$crossdress" 0 3>> Acted submissive<<checkbox "$submissive" 0 6>> @@.sub;OR@@ only kinda <<checkbox "$submissive" 0 3>> OK with cleaning <<checkbox "$maid" $maid +2>> You seem to be getting punished a bit <<checkbox "$bdsm" 0 3>> There really does need to be something to help your penis behave <<checkbox "$chastity" 0 3>> Bit concerned your penis might not measure up? <<checkbox "$sph" 0 3>> Has it actually gotten smaller? <<checkbox "$penis" 0 3>> Kinda want to see Cheryl fuck Brad... <<checkbox "$cuck" 0 3>> Has your ass gotten bigger... <<checkbox "$ass" 0 2>> What's happened to your legs... <<checkbox "$legs" 0 1>> You can't resist a pair of heels <<checkbox "$heels" 0 1>> [[Click here when you've made your selections|dayFourStart]]

Name you want: <<textbox "$name" "">> [[Click here when you've made your selections|]]

<<if $penis lte 4>>[img[images/cherylCumText2.jpg][dayFiveStart]] <<else>>[img[images/cherylCumText.jpg][dayFiveStart]]<</if>>

<<if $skipDreams is true>>[[Skip|barIntroduction]]<</if>> <<timed 1s t8n>>//''Does your hair feel thicker?''// <<next 2s t8n>>//''Flopping around''// <<next 2s t8n>>//''Go on give it a playful flick''// <<next 2s t8n>>//''Nice isn't it?''// <<next 3s>><<goto[[barIntroduction]]>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams is true>>[[Skip|afterParis]]<</if>> <<timed 1s t8n>>//''Who's a naughty boy?''// <<next 2s t8n>>//''Oh yes you are''// <<next 2s t8n>>//''You need to be punished''// <<next 2s t8n>>//''Yes, you want to be too.''// <<next 3s>><<goto[[afterParis]]>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>><<if $cuck gte 4>>[[Skip|cuckNight4]]\ <<elseif $bdsm gte 4>>[[Skip|bdsmNight4]]\ <<elseif $marcusStrip is true>>[[Skip|raceNight4]]\ <<elseif $buttplug is true>>[[Skip|buttplugNight4]]\ <<elseif $cherSnap1>>[[Skip|cherylSnapNight4]>\ <<else>>[[Skip|dayFiveStart]]\ <</if>><</if>><<timed 7s t8n>><img style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 15px 0px;" src="images/sphNight4c.gif" /><</timed>>\ <<timed 1s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/sphNight4b.gif" />\ <<next 2s t8n>>Not your little member. <<next 3s t8n>>They react a very different way... <<next 5s t8n>><<if $cuck gte 4>><<goto [[cuckNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $bdsm gte 4>><<goto [[bdsmNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $marcusStrip is true>><<goto [[raceNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $buttplug is true>><<goto [[buttplugNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $cherSnap1>><<goto [[cherylSnapNight4]]>>\ <<else>><<goto [[dayFiveStart]]>>\ <</if>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>><<if $cuck gte 4>>[[Skip|cuckNight4]]\ <<elseif $bdsm gte 4>>[[Skip|bdsmNight4]]\ <<elseif $marcusStrip is true>>[[Skip|raceNight4]]\ <<elseif $buttplug is true>>[[Skip|buttplugNight4]]\ <<elseif $cherSnap1>>[[Skip|cherylSnapNight4]>\ <<else>>[[Skip|dayFiveStart]]\ <</if>><</if>><<timed 18s t8n>><img style="float: right; margin: 0px 0x 15px 0px;" src="images/sphNight4a.gif" /><</timed>>\ <<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/sphNight4.gif" />\ <<next 3s t8n>>Do women really care that much? <<next 3s t8n>>You always thought it wasn't the size of the boat... <<next 3s t8n>>But you really realise now. <<next 2s t8n>>Bigger is better. <<next 3s t8n>>Women want<<next 2s t8n>> A big cock. <<next 5s t8n>><<if $penis lte 3>><<goto [[sphNight4a]]>> <<elseif $cuck gte 4>><<goto [[cuckNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $bdsm gte 4>><<goto [[bdsmNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $marcusStrip is true>><<goto [[raceNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $buttplug is true>><<goto [[buttplugNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $cherSnap1>><<goto [[cherylSnapNight4]]>>\ <<else>><<goto [[dayFiveStart]]>>\ <</if>>>><</if>><</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>><<if $sph gte 4>>[[Skip|sphNight4]]\ <<elseif $cuck gte 4>>[[Skip|cuckNight4]]\ <<elseif $bdsm gte 4>>[[Skip|bdsmNight4]]\ <<elseif $marcusStrip is true>>[[Skip|raceNight4]]\ <<elseif $buttplug is true>>[[Skip|buttplugNight4]]\ <<elseif $cherSnap1>>[[Skip|cherylSnapNight4]>\ <<else>>[[Skip|dayFiveStart]]\ <</if>><</if>><<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/chastityNight4.gif" /> <<next 3s t8n>>Locked up, right next to what he can't have. <<next 3s t8n>>They're close. Tender. <<next 3s t8n>>He knows not to try anything with her. <<next 2s t8n>>He doesn't even want to. <<next 3s t8n>>Some men are better off with someone else in control of their urges. <<next 2s t8n>>Their cock. <<next 3s t8n>>You should thank your lucky stars if you find someone who cares enough. <<next 3s t8n>>To treat your cock like it deserves to be. <<next 3s t8n>><<if $sph gte 4>><<goto [[sphNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $cuck gte 4>><<goto [[cuckNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $bdsm gte 4>><<goto [[bdsmNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $marcusStrip is true>><<goto [[raceNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $buttplug is true>><<goto [[buttplugNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $cherSnap1>><<goto [[cherylSnapNight4]]>>\ <<else>><<goto [[dayFiveStart]]>>\ <</if>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>><<if $chastity gte 4>>[[Skip|chastityNight4]]\ <<elseif $sph gte 4>>[[Skip|sphNight4]]\ <<elseif $cuck gte 4>>[[Skip|cuckNight4]]\ <<elseif $bdsm gte 4>>[[Skip|bdsmNight4]]\ <<elseif $marcusStrip is true>>[[Skip|raceNight4]]\ <<elseif $buttplug is true>>[[Skip|buttplugNight4]]\ <<elseif $cherSnap1>>[[Skip|cherylSnapNight4]]\ <<else>>[[Skip|dayFiveStart]]\ <</if>><</if>><<timed 1s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/exhibitionNight4a.gif" /> <<next 2s t8n>>Pose for the camera. <<next 3s t8n>>Everyone's watching. <<next 3s t8n>>Don't be shy. <<next 3s t8n>><<if $chastity gte 4>><<goto [[chastityNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $sph gte 4>><<goto [[sphNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $cuck gte 4>><<goto [[cuckNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $bdsm gte 4>><<goto [[bdsmNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $marcusStrip is true>><<goto [[raceNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $buttplug is true>><<goto [[buttplugNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $cherSnap1>><<goto [[cherylSnapNight4]]>>\ <<else>><<goto [[dayFiveStart]]>>\ <</if>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>><<if $chastity gte 4>>[[Skip|chastityNight4]]\ <<elseif $sph gte 4>>[[Skip|sphNight4]]\ <<elseif $cuck gte 4>>[[Skip|cuckNight4]]\ <<elseif $bdsm gte 4>>[[Skip|bdsmNight4]]\ <<elseif $marcusStrip is true>>[[Skip|raceNight4]]\ <<elseif $buttplug is true>>[[Skip|buttplugNight4]]\ <<elseif $cherSnap1>>[[Skip|cherylSnapNight4]]\ <<else>>[[Skip|dayFiveStart]]\ <</if>><</if>><<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/exhibitionNight4.gif" /> <<next 3s t8n>>Look at that ass wiggle <<next 3s t8n>>Isn't it great that she would record that, for anyone to enjoy? <<next 3s t8n>>Doesn't it sound fun to share yourself? <<next 3s t8n>>You bet she loves it. <<next 3s t8n>><<goto [[exhibitionNight4a]]>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>>\ <<if $exhibition gte 4>>[[Skip|exhibitionNight4]]\ <<elseif $chastity gte 4>>[[Skip|chastityNight4]]\ <<elseif $sph gte 4>>[[Skip|sphNight4]]\ <<elseif $cuck gte 4>>[[Skip|cuckNight4]]\ <<elseif $bdsm gte 4>>[[Skip|bdsmNight4]]\ <<elseif $marcusStrip is true>>[[Skip|raceNight4]]\ <<elseif $buttplug is true>>[[Skip|buttplugNight4]]\ <<elseif $cherSnap1>>[[Skip|cherylSnapNight4]]\ <<else>>[[Skip|dayFiveStart]]\ <</if>><</if>><<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/subNight4.gif" /> <<next 3s t8n>>Look at how he takes charge. <<next 3s t8n>>She knows her place. <<next 2s t8n>>But it isn't forced. <<next 3s t8n>>She knows where she belongs. <<next 3s t8n>>She follows because she wants to. <<next 2s t8n>>Carries her own leash. <<next 3s t8n>>Letting someone else be in charge is only natural for some people. <<next 2s t8n>>@@.sub;People like you.@@ <<next 3s t8n>>Give yourself up to them. <<next 2s t8n>>Show them you need to submit. <<next 2s t8n>>@@.sub;Provide your own leash.@@ <<next 3s t8n>><<if $exhibition gte 4>><<goto [[exhibitionNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $chastity gte 4>><<goto [[chastityNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $sph gte 4>><<goto [[sphNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $cuck gte 4>><<goto [[cuckNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $bdsm gte 4>><<goto [[bdsmNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $marcusStrip is true>><<goto [[raceNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $buttplug is true>><<goto [[buttplugNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $cherSnap1>><<goto [[cherylSnapNight4]]>>\ <<else>><<goto [[dayFiveStart]]>>\ <</if>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>>\ <<if $sub gte 6>>[[Skip|subNight4]]\ <<elseif $exhibition gte 4>>[[Skip|exhibitionNight4]]\ <<elseif $chastity gte 4>>[[Skip|chastityNight4]]\ <<elseif $sph gte 4>>[[Skip|sphNight4]]\ <<elseif $cuck gte 4>>[[Skip|cuckNight4]]\ <<elseif $bdsm gte 4>>[[Skip|bdsmNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $marcusStrip is true>>[[Skip|raceNight4]]\ <<elseif $buttplug is true>>[[Skip|buttplugNight4]]\ <<elseif $cherSnap1>>[[Skip|cherylSnapNight4]]\ <<else>>[[Skip|dayFiveStart]]\ <</if>><</if>><<timed 1s t8n>> <<video "cdNight4">> <<next 3s t8n>>How gorgeous and enticing <<next 3s t8n>>Just look at that <<next 2s t8n>>@@.sissy;lace@@ <<next 3s t8n>>You do want to be with her <<next 3s t8n>>But you really want to <<next 2s t8n>>@@.sissy;be like her@@ <<next 3s t8n>>You want to be <<next 2s t8n>>@@.sissy;alluring@@. <<next 2s t8n>>@@.sissy;Feminine.@@ <<next 2s t8n>>@@.sissy;Wearing pink lace.@@ <<next 3s t8n>><<if $sub gte 6>><<goto [[subNight4]]>> <<elseif $exhibition gte 4>><<goto [[exhibitionNight4]]>> <<elseif $chastity gte 4>><<goto [[chastityNight4]]>> <<elseif $sph gte 4>><<goto [[sphNight4]]>> <<elseif $cuck gte 4>><<goto [[cuckNight4]]>> <<elseif $bdsm gte 4>><<goto [[bdsmNight4]]>> <<elseif $marcusStrip is true>><<goto [[raceNight4]]>> <<elseif $buttplug is true>><<goto [[buttplugNight4]]>> <<elseif $cherSnap1>><<goto [[cherylSnapNight4]]>> <<else>><<goto [[dayFiveStart]]>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>><<if $marcusStrip is true>>[[Skip|raceNight4]]\ <<elseif $buttplug is true>>[[Skip|buttplugNight4]]\ <<elseif $cherSnap1>>[[Skip|cherylSnapNight4]>\ <<else>>[[Skip|dayFiveStart]]\ <</if>><</if>><<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/bdsmNight4.gif" />\ <<next 3s t8n>>He gets whipped but doesn't complain... <<next 3s t8n>>Is being beaten by a woman so bad? <<next 3s t8n>>Isn't it just a form of disipline? <<next 3s t8n>>There might even be a rush.<<next 2s t8n>> Of excitement. <<next 3s t8n>>Paris just wants you to learn, it's for your own good. <<next 3s t8n>>It's not so bad is it?<<next 2s t8n>> It'll get better the more you try it. <<next 3s>><<iif $marcusStrip is true>><<goto [[raceNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $buttplug is true>><<goto [[buttplugNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $cherSnap1>><<goto [[cherylSnapNight4]]>>\ <<else>><<goto [[dayFiveStart]]>>\ <</if>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>><<if $bdsm gte 4>>[[Skip|bdsmNight4]]\ <<elseif $marcusStrip is true>>[[Skip|raceNight4]]\ <<elseif $buttplug is true>>[[Skip|buttplugNight4]]\ <<elseif $cherSnap1>>[[Skip|cherylSnapNight4]>\ <<else>>[[Skip|dayFiveStart]]\ <</if>><</if>><<timed 3s t8n>><<video "cuckNight4">>\ <<next 3s t8n>>Look at how she sucks on that big cock. <<next 3s t8n>>The pleasure on her face. <<next 3s t8n>>You love seeing that desire.<<next 2s t8n>> For another man. <<next 3s t8n>>She enjoys being watched. <<next 3s t8n>>Let women show you how they treat other men. <<next 2s t8n>>You know you want to find out. <<next 3s t8n>><<if $bdsm gte 4>><<goto [[bdsmNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $marcusStrip is true>><<goto [[raceNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $buttplug is true>><<goto [[buttplugNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $cherSnap1>><<goto [[cherylSnapNight4]]>>\ <<else>><<goto [[dayFiveStart]]>>\ <</if>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>><<if $cherSnap1>>[[Skip|cherylSnapNight4]]\ <<else>>[[Skip|dayFiveStart]]\ <</if>><</if>><<timed 18s t8n>><img style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 15px 0px;" src="images/buttplugNight4a.gif" width="400" /><</timed>><<timed 2s t8n>> <img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/buttplugNight4.gif" width="350" /> <<next 2s t8n>>Is he...cumming without touching his cock? <<next 3s t8n>>Does the prostate feel //that// good? <<next 3s t8n>>If it does...<<next 2s t8n>Surely you should find out. <<next 3s t8n>>There's no harm in experimenting, is there? <<next 3s t8n>>It doesn't make you gay...<<next 2s t8n>>Right? <<next 5s>><<if $cherSnap1>><<goto [[cherylSnapNight4]]>>\ <<else>><<goto [[dayFiveStart]]>>\ <</if>> <</timed>>

<<if $skipDreams>><<if $buttplug is true>>[[Skip|buttplugNight4]]\ <<elseif $cherSnap1>>[[Skip|cherylSnapNight4]>\ <<else>>[[Skip|dayFiveStart]]\ <</if>><</if>><<timed 22s t8n>> <img style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 15px 0px;" src="images/raceNight4a.gif" /><</timed>><<timed 5s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/raceNight4.gif" /><</timed>>\ <<timed 2s t8n>>Is there something about...<<next 2s t8n>>black guys? <<next 3s t8n>>You know the stereotypes but <<next 3s t8n>>Everyone knows they're silly.<<next 2s t8n>> Right? <<next 3s t8n>>But the way the strippers all seem to treat Marcus. <<next 3s t8n>>Sure he's taller, stronger, more attractive than you. But is there something else? <<next 3s t8n>>That should be worshipped? <<next 5s>><<if $buttplug is true>><<goto [[buttplugNight4]]>>\ <<elseif $cherSnap1>><<goto [[cherylSnapNight4]]>>\ <<else>><<goto [[dayFiveStart]]>>\ <</if>> <</timed>>

@@.woman;'You're really coming along! It's so great getting to shape such a cutie like you. And I know you enjoy it.'@@ She does seem to be enjoying it and you guess it's alright, especially with her having fun. @@.woman;'I did have another idea but I don't know...not today. I don't know if it's right for you'@@ You wonder what she really had in mind but don't press it further, you seem to trust her enough. You end up getting dressed and after a bit of a chat [[heading back home.|afterCafe4]]

day five soo- err sometime in the future of undetermined distance