A Part in a Play (v1.0)

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<img src="images/logo.png"> <<set $name = "Joe">> This is an erotic game with cross-dressing elements if that's not your cup of tea, move on. All characters are 18+ Developed by manofhisword Version 1.0 Enter your name: <<textbox "$name" "Joe">> [[Start->Setup - day 1]] <<if false>> [[skip day2->day 2]] [[skip day3->day3]] [[skip day4->d4start]] [[skip day5->d4wake]] [[skip to exam->meet Maisey 3]] <</if>> <<set $profile = "male">> <<set $top = "men1">> <<set $underwear = "">> <<set $bottom = "men1">> <<set $day1TheoKnows = false>> <<set $day1ClaraKnows = false>> <<set $day1ChelseaAlone = false>> <<set $day1Begged = false>> <<set $day1Surprise = false>> <<set $day1Football = false>> <<set $day1Politics = false>> <<set $day1Study = false>> <<set $claraScore = 0>> <<set $chelseaScore = 0>> <<set $horny = 1>> <<set $lines = 0>> <<set $gossip = 0>> <<set $study = 0>> <<set $day1StuffCount = 0>> <<set $day1Wank = false>> <<set $day1CallClara = false>> <<set $day1CallTheo = false>> <<set $day1CallChelsea = false>> <<set $day1Lines = false>> <<set $dressChoice = "red">> <<set $pantieChoice = "blue">> <<set $day2StuffCount = 0>> <<set $day2Wank = false>> <<set $day2CallClara = false>> <<set $day2CallTheo = false>> <<set $day2CallChelsea = false>> <<set $day2Lines = false>> <<set $day2Study = false>> <<set $day2CallTreetham = false>> <<set $day3lockerhumiliation = false>> <<set $day3fakes = false>> <<set $day3grantSnubbed = false>> <<set $day3lineScore = 0>> <<set $day3Spanked = false>> <<set $chastity = false>> <<set $day3StuffCount = 0>> <<set $day3Wank = false>> <<set $day3CallClara = false>> <<set $day3CallTheo = false>> <<set $day3CallChelsea = false>> <<set $day3Lines = false>> <<set $day3Study = false>> <<set $day3CallTreetham = false>> <<set $day4beforeClass = true>> <<set $day4bexMet = false>> <<set $day4claraInvite = false>> <<set $day4lines = 0>> <<set $day4clubbed = false>> <<set $day4claraBeta = false>> <<set $day4claraAlpha = false>> <<set $day4claraHidClothes = false>> <<set $day4claraStripped = false>> <<set $day4endMale = false>> <<set $day4chelsea = false>> <<set $day4late = true>> <<set $day5bexMet = false>> <<set $day5examPassed = false>> <<set $day5linesMessedUp = false>> <<set $day5noSuck = false>> <<set $day5erection = false>>

You are $name and you are an idiot. <--- This idiot. Or maybe not an idiot, but your academic record kind of implies you are. Across the board you are failing. And as you're 18 and at the end of your final year of high school, if things don't go right, you are in danger of failing to graduate. And your parents aren't the forgiving type. If you fail high school, you will be chucked out of your house... and then you'll never realise your life long dream of not being a hobo. [[Time to go back to school->Start School]]

You arrive at school. <img src="images/locations/schoolFront.jpg"> Your hands are trembling, your neck is sweating, you are a very nervous kid. On Friday you had your second to last exam. You absolutely had to pass it and you absolutely did not. It wasn't fair at all, you see it was a biology paper and as an 18 year old male, biology is your worst enemy. You'd spent all weekend ignoring the implications. Now it's Monday and you have to bite the bullet. Outside the front gates, Theo and Clara are waiting for you. Theo is an arsehole. Clara is a bitch. You love them both dearly. "Hey fuck-face, don't ignore us." Theo runs over. You've known him since time began, he has never said anything nicer than that. <img src="images/theo/intro.jpg"> "Hey Theo, good to see you." You reply. Clara checks you out. "So, this is the dead man walking. It's enough to bring tears to your eyes." <img src="images/clara/intro.jpg"> Clara is a stone cold hottie, with gifts in all the right places, stacked onto a petite little body. With a dash of nerd that makes you think you'd have a chance and a helping of punk attitude to put you down when you realise you don't. You've never tried it on with her of course, not that you fear rejection, but because you fear your dick would freeze off in that stone cold vagina. "Hey Clara. While it may seem like I'm nervous, you have to understand I have utter faith that everything will work out." You smile. Clara turns to Theo. "They're definitely going to kill him." [[Enter the school]]

You step through the corridors, bodies moving past you, oblivious that you are walking to your doom. As you reach your tutorial room, you take a single step inside but instantly regret it. Your tutor, Ms Isler stares straight at you. <img src="images/tutor/tutor1.jpg"> "$name, I've seen your results. I'm not surprised, but I am disappointed. You'll have to see Principal Fischer immediately." Gulp. [[go to the principal]]

Principal Fischer was a fearsome woman. When she gave speeches in assembly you felt like you were at a mid 20th century political rally. Though now she simply stared you down, like you were muck. <img src="images/principal/principal_ipad.jpg"> "You have failed." Her accent has a touch of eastern European to it, gives it just a flick of danger - like she might be threatening more than simply complete academic failure. "Um, yes?" You reply, like a child. "Why?" What kind of question is that, because you're an idiot? Because when you read the biology notes they felt like you were trying to decipher ancient runes? Because you spent more time jerking off than revising? "It was hard." "Life for you will be hard. Failing high school will haunt you everywhere you go. Unfortunately there is now no mathematical way for you to have enough credits to graduate, even if you pass your final exam." What choice do you have: [[Beg on your hands and knees->Beg weirdly]] [[Beg normally]]

"What do you think you are you doing?" She yells. <img src="images/principal/scorn.png"> "You are not a dog, get up. Have some respect." You get back into your chair. [[Apologize->Beg normally]]

You muster your best puppy dog eyes. "I'm sorry Ms Fischer, what can I do, I'll try anything to graduate, there must be something?" She cuts through your pleading eyes with a cold stare. <img src="images/principal/computer.png"> "Well, there may be a possibility of making up enough points by getting involved in a school merits activity. I am willing to grant you the opportunity to get school service merits, which would be enough to just push you over the line. Assuming you pass your last exam of course." She looks skeptical that will happen and rightly so. You suck at history. "But as it is so late in the year you may struggle to find any qualifying groups that will take you. I suggest you take your begging around to the arts, sports or music clubs. They may feel more charitable towards you than I do." [[return to class]]

You hurry back to your tutor room to get registered as present for the day. The last thing you need is any more punishments. <img src="images/tutor/close.jpg"> You sneak in the back of the classroom. Ms Isler looks up from her book with her trademark miserable grimace. You see Clara, she kicks a seat out next to her. You try to casually slide into it, but it comes off as awkward and mistimed. <img src="images/clara/chat.jpg"> "Hey, missing in action, where'd you go?" Clara asks. "Had to see the principal." "Oh yeah, she break your balls?" [[Act tough]] [[Honest]]

"Nah, she tried. Said I was a wrong 'un. I told her I didn't need this dump." <img src="images/clara/laugh.png"> Clara laughed derisively, "Ha, no, you didn't!" "I could have!" "Like fuck, $name, how long have I known you? As if you have that much of a spine." [[Tell her the truth->Honest]]

"Actually I begged her to let me graduate." You say. "What, like, actually begged?" "Yeah pretty much." "Like, a dog kind of begging, like on all fours? 'Please Miss I'll do anything.' Kind of thing?" "No, not like that." "Did you cry?" "No!" "Should have tried crying, pitiful is a good look for you." "Shut up." "Did your pathetic grovelling work?" "No. But she said if I can get accepted into an extracurricular class, it would give me enough credits to graduate." "At this point in the year?" "I know, right?" Clara pauses thoughtfully. "Actually, that might not be impossible. I'll see what I can do." ...mysterious. Ms Isler gives the class a pep talk for your final exams and then you're left go. [[Leave class->You leave class.]]

You head off to the library, as most the final exams have happened most your classes have been replaced with revision slots. You struggle to focus on memorizing the English kings as you think about how you could get extra credit. Before you know it, it's lunch time. <img src="images/locations/refectory.jpg"> You head to the refectory and run into Theo. "Hey man, heard you need to join a club or you'll fail school." "You know any?" "Looking for members during finals? Hell no! You're fucked." You give him death eyes. Theo was such an idiot, how come he was passing everything and you weren't. The two of you sit down and play a friendly game of 'Shithead', the card game everyone played. It got its name from the fact that the loser was a shithead. Clever stuff. As you're about to become shithead for the third time in a row, you notice a girl loitering behind Theo. She's vastly too attractive to be interested in him or you, so you keep playing. [[Chelsea->Chelsea intro]] approaches.

<img src="images/chelsea/intro/meet.png"> "Excuse me?" The girl leans forward interrupting your game. "You're $name right?" You look up and suddenly forget the answer. You're eyes wander across her tight body, up passed her slim waist and perky tits, following the glowing tan skin and back up to see her shining pink lips and finally to her focused hazel eyes watching you looking her over. You know this girl. Her name is Chelsea, she's a proto-celebrity, a girl who walks the halls and turns every head. Each year she's in the school play and all the jocks go just to check her out. She's single-handedly saving the arts. She would never normally talk to a loser like you. [[Be cool]] [[Be normal]] [[Flirt]]

"Yep, you found me and who are you?" As if you didn't know. "Hi, I'm Chelsea, I'm head of the drama club!" She replies. "Oh, sounds cool. What can I do for you?" [[She smiles.->Go with her]]

"Hey, yes, I'm $name, can I help you?" "Hey $name, can I have a quick chat with you?" She asks. [["Sure"->Go with her]]

<<set $chelseaScore -= 1>> "Hey there, what's a hottie like you doing this side of the refectory?" She frowns, "Excuse me?" "Chelsea, right? I'm a big fan - big where it counts that is." <img src="images/chelsea/intro/confused.png"> "What?" She looks deeply confused. "Nevermind, ignore everything I said. Can I help you?" [["Right..."->Go with her]]

"So, Clara told me about your problem." Theo looks up, "Oh dear, $name's problem! You mean the erectile dysfunction?" Chelsea looks confused, "Um, no, not that. The other problem - do you want to discuss this elsewhere?" [["Nah, just ignore Theo."->not embarrassed]] [["Yes, let's go."->yes go alone]]

<<set $day1Ignorant = false>> "Great!" She smiles a big bright smile and almost bounces in the air. <img src="images/chelsea/intro/happy.jpg"> You're going to struggle to match that energy. [[Try to be positive->All positive like]] [[Show her you're nervous->A bit nervous]]

<<set $chelseaScore -= 1>> <<set $day1Ignorant = true>> "Oh? Like, what? Clara said you'd do anything." "Yeah, but acting? It's not very manly is it?" She frowns, "Like, suit yourself, if you change your mind come by after school." [[After school->alternatives]]

<<set $chelseaScore += 1>> You fist pump the air. "Hell, yeah Chelsea, you may have just saved my life!" She giggles, "Well, in exchange you owe me a damn fine performance." "Believe me, I will give it everything I have!" "Yay! You and me are going to get on well, $name" [["So, could you tell me more about the role?"->Would you like to know more about the role]] [["So, when do you need me?"->when needed]]

"I should warn you, I've never acted before" She frowns, "Like, not at all?" "Never" "Well, it's very easy." "Right, thanks." "You just pretend, you know?" "Yeah I get that, but, well, can you [[tell me more about the role.->Would you like to know more about the role]]"

"Well, you see, I thought we might be able to help each other out. You see we have the end of year show on Friday and my friend Chris who has this tiny part in it is has come down super ill. We can't find anyone too take over the job and we thought we were going to have to write the character out, but then Clara said you absolutely need to get some extracurricular credits so... y'know. Win, win." "And it's just a small part?" "Yep, like 6 lines total." Even an idiot like you can learn 6 lines. She smiles cheerfully, "So, what do you think?" [["Sound's perfect"->Sure]] [["Acting isn't really for me."->Acting aint my jam]]

<<set $day1ChelseaAlone = false>> "Oh, I just thought you might be embarrassed that you're failing high school." You shrug, "No, he knows." "Oh, okay, cool." [["So..."->chelsea chat]]

<<set $day1ChelseaAlone = true>> You move over to a quiet corner of the refectory. It's still out in the open and yet she's standing just a little closer than you might expect, her gorgeous boobs are inching into your personal space. You try to focus. <img src="images/chelsea/intro/corner.png"> "So my problem." "You're failing high school?" [["Yep."->chelsea chat]]

"Oh, of course. So Chris has this tiny part. She was playing a character called Gemma. Who my character meets in a club. So my character is tempted by the drugs and glamour of New York and she thinks Gemma has it all, but then in the next scene I see Gemma later on, collapsed in an alley. So, that's all." [["Wait, what?!"->surprise1]]

<img src="images/locations/dramahall1.jpg"> You head inside, around the room are twelve to fifteen other kids all practicing their lines with each other. In the corner a dangerous looking woman sits pensively looking through a time sheet. She wears black and purple and looks like a witch. You recognise her, she's the head of drama. Ms Treetham. <img src="images/treetham/audition/intro.jpg"> "So, you're the boy who has come to audition for the role of Gemma." You think you can see a slip of a smirk. "Wait, what?" "You're auditioning for the role of Gemma, correct?" "Um, no!" You say loudly causing all the other actors to turn and look at you. "I mean, I'm taking over Chris's role." "Yes, she was playing Gemma." You stop stunned. What is going on?! "She..." "Was playing the role of Gemma, yes, is there a problem?" All the other kids have stopped what they're doing to listen to your conversation. "It's just. I - mean - I'm not a girl - I thought Chris was a guy and so -" "It is not unusual for a character to be played by someone of a different gender, either in contemporary theatre or classically. In Shakespeare's day all female roles were played by men - or boys at least." "Okay - sorry - I'm just surprised." The other actors are all giggling you can see them surrounding you, barely containing laughter. Only Chelsea looks concerned for you. "You think you can play a woman, $name?" <<if $day1Begged is false>> [["I don't think so. I gotta go."->alternatives]] <</if>> [["I can try?"->audition]]

"You want me to do what??" "Oh yeah, sorry I forgot you don't know Chris. That's the kind of character she always plays." Your mouth hangs agape. Your chance at redemption, at saving yourself. Chelsea catches the look of confusion on your face. "But yeah, I asked the drama head and she thought it would be quite alright if the Gemma role was played by a guy. Sort of like Shakespeare's time, when all the roles were played by men. Is that okay?" She must be mad. But what choice do you have? What on Earth should you say? [["Look, you mad bint, I'm not cross-dressing on stage for your amusement."->fuck off]] [["Thanks for the offer Chelsea but I wouldn't be comfortable with that."->that aint my jam]] <<if $day1ChelseaAlone is false>>[["Maybe, I guess I don't have much choice."->hesitate with friends]] <</if>><<if $day1ChelseaAlone is true>>[["Maybe, I guess I don't have much choice."->um maybe]] [["Sure, what a bold idea. I believe I can do it justice."->What a brave idea]] <</if>>

<<set $chelseaScore -= 2>> <img src="images/chelsea/annoyed.jpg"> "What the hell, dickhead, go fuck yourself!" Chelsea storms off. You spend the rest of the day thinking about what alternatives you might have. [[After class->alternatives]]

"Oh? Like, what? Clara said you'd do anything." "That's too much." She looks disappointed, "Oh, okay then, if you change your mind come by after school." She turns around and leaves. You spend the rest of the day worrying about what few options you have left. [[After school->alternatives]]

"Trust me, it will be fine, come over after class and we can do our best to make it work" Chelsea spins around and bounces away, a care free blond bombshell that just blew up in your life. You turn back to Theo "What. The. Fuck." [["...don't even."->have embarrassing conversation]]

She grabs your shoulders, and pulls herself closer to you, you can feel her hot breath on your skin. "Trust me, it will be fine, come over after class and we can do our best to make it work" She lets go, spins around and bounces away, a care free blond bombshell that just blew up in your life. [[Go back to sit with Theo.->go back to friends]]

<<set $chelseaScore += 1>> "You sure? A lot of guys would be uncomfortable playing a girl." "Don't worry, I'm confident enough in my masculinity. I look forward to showing off my acting range!" "Wow, oh my god, Clara didn't say you were this cool. We're going to have so much fun, see you after school." "Sure." You check out her ass as she bounces away. Well, you've convinced her. Can you convince yourself? [[You head back over to talk to Theo.->go back to friends]]

The school day has ended and you only have this afternoon to save yourself, you have to find a club now that will take you in and allow you to contribute in some meaningful way. <<if $day1Football === false>> [[Try joining the football team->Football]] <</if>><<if $day1Politics === false>>[[Talk to your tutor->Politics]] <</if>>[[Go to drama and hall beg forgiveness|beg for drama]]

<<set $day1Football = true>> You go to the football ground and find the coach there. There's one game left in the year, perhaps they could use a reserve? You find the coach watching the boys run laps. One of the cheerleaders is with him taking notes. "Excuse me coach" You say. "What do you want?" He sounds stressed out. "I'm in a bit of a situation, I have to get extra credits to not fail high school, I was wondering if I could be a reserve for the upcoming game?" He doesn't react immediately but you think you can hear a high pitched noise that might be steam escaping his ears. "Son, we are four days from our big game and you want to join my team just to warm the damn bench??" "Yes, exactly that." "I can't have a kid who can't play football on my reserves!" "I mean, if the worst happens I could play." "You can?" "Sure, I foot the ball fine, I'm a regular athlete." He looks skeptical. He turns to the cheerleader next to him. She's a fiesty looking brunette, toned body but with bonus curves. You try not to get excited. "Kacey" the coach says, "can you run through some basic drills with this idiot. See if he's fit to warm my bench." "Sure thing!" She grins. She drags you over to the pitch. "Hi, pleased to meet you, I'm $name" You say. <img src="images/cheerleader/shout.jpg"> "Yeah, I don't care. Run 3 laps, now." She pulls out a stopwatch and hits the button. "What? Fuck." You start running. Slowly. You're not really dressed for it, I mean, really. You run a lap. <img src="images/cheerleader/crouch.jpg"> As you go passed her you see a sadistic smirk on her face. You keep running. You feel the heat in your leg muscles. The burning pain. You struggle to hold onto your breath. You make it another lap. She stares at you with cruel glee as you stumble passed. The final lap is a struggle, you're desperately unfit and you weave as you lose focus. You stagger towards the finish line, almost collapsing. Completely out of breath. <img src="images/cheerleader/cheer.jpg"> Kacey gives a mock cheer as you finish, then looks down at you. "Well, that sucked." "I-" "Shut up and give me 15 pushups." She stands over you as you feebly try to lift yourself. <img src="images/cheerleader/abuse.jpg"> "Come on you little bitch, you think you're good enough for our team. You think you can come here and just play with us. You are not on our level." You make it about 5 pushups in before you collapse fully. Kacey leans down and whispers in your ear. "You are not a real man." Her foot kicks dust in your face as she turns and walks away. <img src="images/cheerleader/away.jpg"> [[So maybe not football->alternatives]]

<<set $day1Politics = true>> Ms Isler is sitting in the tutor room, you knock politely. <img src="images/tutor/tutor1.jpg"> "Hi, Miss, I was wondering if you could help me find a extracurricular club." "Sure $name, I heard about your situation." "Any ideas?" "Can you play an instrument?" "Nope" "Can you dance?" "God no." "Having seen your test scores, I think we can safely rule out mathlete." "Oh yeah." "Speak any foreign languages?" "No." "Have you ever had work experience?" "I have not." "$name, you appear to have lead a very mediocre life. Perhaps you will see this as a wakeup call to improve yourself." "..." "Oh I have an idea. You can see if they need anyone for the show on Friday." "Actually they do, but-" "Wait, you're not telling me you turned them down." "You see. I-" "Go, go now, for the love of God, no-one else will take you!" [[alternatives]]

<<set $day1Begged = true>> You head down to the drama hall. When you look inside everyone is already practicing their lines. As you enter they stare at you with daggered eyes <<if $day1Surprise === false && $day1Ignorant === false && $chelseaScore<1 >> You pass Chelsea. "I thought you had better alternatives?" "Well, it turns out I don't okay?" "Not, really. You haven't even apologizied for messing me around." "Look, I'm sorry, I really am. I'll try my best at this role, honest." "You better. If you really want this you better give us everything. From now till Friday, we own you and you better act like it." "Absolutely, your wish is my command." "Right, now go and apologize for being late." <</if>> <<if $day1Surprise === false && $day1Ignorant === false >> In the centre a well built dangerous looking woman sits pensively looking through a time sheet. She wears purple and black and looks like a witch. You recognise her, she's the head of drama. Ms Treetham. <img src="images/treetham/audition/intro.jpg"> "So, you're the boy who has come to audition for the role of Gemma." You think you can see a slip of a smirk. "Yep, that's me." "And you're already late." "Yeah, sorry about that." "Well, no more time to waste. Let's begin." [[audition]] <</if>> <<if $day1Surprise is true>> <img src="images/treetham/audition/skeptical.jpg"> Treetham smiles at you. Not warmly though. "You're back." "I am." "Grew some balls or realised you had no alternative?" "A bit of both." "Hmmph, you will learn I have higher standards soon. If you can even pass the audition" [[audition]] <</if>> <<if $day1Ignorant is true>> [[Head inside->surprise role]] <</if>>

Ms Treetham stands up, stretching elegantly upwards, to reveal that in her thigh high heels she stands several inches taller than you. She takes your hand in hers, you feel the warm fingers and scratch of sharp painted fingernails. She then leads you back to stand in front of her chair. The rest of the cast form a circle around you. She stops, lets go, and then takes a second to squeeze your shoulders so that you know to stay in place as she moves back to her seat. "You haven't acted before have you?" She asks. She's wearing a light blue eye shadow that shimmers as her eyes flick over you. "No Miss." "That's fine, as long as you can commit to a scene and follow instructions you should be fine." You nod. "Show me you can bring some energy, I want you to bounce on the spot." You don't react immediately, expecting her to keep going. But under her steely glare your body kicks in. You start to bounce lightly on your tiptoes. "These are just warm up exercises, things to break you out of the constrained behaviour of every day life. Now pretend to juggle." You mime juggling a ball. You can see smiles on the other kids faces. "Ignore them. When you act you enter another world. You cannot fear the audience because they are do not exist in your new reality. Now touch your toes." What? Touch your toes? You're horrendously inflexible and even though you try, and you do, you're embarrassingly far away. It's all well and good to say ignore the audience, but you're sure you can hear giggles now. Plus Chelsea is behind you so she must be getting a good look at your butt humiliatingly wiggle back and forth as you strain. "Good, now stand up straight" [[Straighten->start audition]]

Theo looks up, "Tell me she's fallen madly in love with you." [[Explain the situation->have embarrassing conversation]] or [[Lie->lie to friends]]

<<set $day1TheoKnows = true>> "I haven't got a choice." You say. "If I don't do this I'm failing high school." Theo shakes his head, "Mate, you will never, ever live this down you realise." "Yeah, well, who cares. Next week terms over, I'll never see anyone here again." "Okay, it's your call. I'll make sure everyone knows that you didn't have a choice. Try a bit of positive PR. "Thanks Theo." [[Go to last class->after school]]

"So, I've got a little role in the play, might help me get enough credits to survive." "What? Nice!" Theo gives you a thumbs up. "Mate, you are charmed. One minute they're gonna kick you out the next minute Champion-tits-Chelsea is offering to suck you off if you save their play. You lucky bastard." "Not quite what happened." You see Clara jumping over the tables to get to you. <img src="images/clara/refectory2.jpg"> "Hey congratulations, you in the play?" You nod. She smiles, "Oh mate, you owe me so hard, right now. I may have saved your life. You are so in my debt and believe me I will collect. You keep your mouth closed. Maybe they'll never find out. [[Go to last class->after school]]

You pay zero attention on the class. Your brain entirely on what comes next. The day ends and you head to the drama hall. <img src="images/locations/dramahall1.jpg"> Inside you catch Chelsea, script in hand, moving her lips as she read through the characters lines. "Oh hey!" She called as she spotted you. "You're early." "Excited to get started I guess." "Oh yay! That's a great 'Gemma' attitude!" She says. "Well, you got my inspired, I think I can do this." "Oh $name, I know you can. You're going to be brilliant. Let's go inside and I'll introduce you to the director." You look around the room, there are twelve to fifteen other kids all practicing their lines with each other. In the corner a thin dangerous looking woman sits pensively looking through a time sheet. She wears purple and black and looks like a witch. You recognise her, she's the head of drama. Ms Treatham. <img src="images/treetham/audition/intro.jpg"> "So, you're the boy who has come to audition for the role of Gemma." You think you can see a slip of a smirk. "Yep, that's me." "Brave kid." "Definitely how people describe me." "It's just a small role but you'll still have to audition." [["Let's do this."->audition]]

"As your role is so small I am only going to ask you to say one of your lines to audition. I just want you to show me you are willing to give me your all." She flips through her script and gets to the line. "Your line is, 'Hey party girl, do you want to come play?'" She states your line as if it's the most normal thing in the world, but the words still chill you. You have to face the fact that this character was written as a girl and if you play the character as yourself the lines will not sound right at all. You catch Treetham watching you with anticipation. <img src="images/treetham/audition/curiousity.jpg"> What do you do? [[Play it manly->audition2][$day1AuditionManly to true]] [[Play it femme->audition2][$day1AuditionManly to false]]

<<if $day1AuditionManly is false>> You put on a high pitched girly voice, and point limp wristed at Treetham. "Hey party girl! - um, do you want to come play?" It comes out more as a philosophical question than a tempting offer. <<else>> Sticking with your normal voice you point awkwardly at Treetham "Hey party girl! - um, do you want to come play?" It comes out more as a philosophical question than a tempting offer. <</if>> <img src="images/treetham/audition/wrong.jpg"> She shakes her head. "No. What are you doing $name, do you not want this role? Try again. This time in character and with some energy." You should try to do it better, but maybe if you did it worse she'd find you a different role. [[Do it better->audition3][$day1AuditionBetter to true]] [[Do it worse->audition3][$day1AuditionBetter to false]]

<<if $day1AuditionBetter>> You take a big deep breath, look her in the eye and say, "Hey party girl, do you want to come play?" You deliver the line cleanly if a tad monotone. <<else>> You shrug and go again, "Hey party girl, you want to come play?" You say as if reading a script slowly. <</if>> Treetham frowns. "You're not emoting. Give me more." [[Do the line as if you're angry.->Angry][$day1AuditionAngry to true]] [[Do the line as if you're upset->Emotional][$day1AuditionAngry to false]]

You glare back into the director's eyes. Angrily you demand, "Hey party girl, do you want to come play?" The line sounds like a threat. <img src="images/treetham/audition/laugh.jpg"> Treetham laughs. "Ha, is that really what you thought I had in mind?" [[You blush->audition_judge]]

You drop your head and look down at your feet, before moving your eyes up and wimpering. "Hey party girl... do, do you want to come play?" You sound like a sad child. <img src="images/treetham/audition/laugh.jpg"> Treetham laughs. "Ha, oh dear, is that really what you thought I had in mind?" [[You blush->audition_judge]]

Treetham holds up a hand to let you know the audition is over. It only takes a few seconds to make up her mind. <<if $day1AuditionBetter && !$day1AuditionManly >> [[She smiles->got the role]] <<else>> [[She leans forward->punishment]] <</if>>

Treetham smiles. "You have the role." She then scoffs. "We didn't have much choice anyway." She pulls out a sheet of paper from her notebook. "These are your lines. I expect them to be perfect. We're not doing your scene today, so go home and practice." You nod and jog out of the hall. As soon as you leave the room you collapse against the wall. That whole experience was terrifying. When you look up you see Chelsea standing over you. "Hey - sorry about that - she can be a little intense, but she's actually really a great teacher." You nod. Chelsea shrugs, "Look, if you have any questions about the lines or the scene just give me a call later. I know you're just doing this to not fail, but I'd like it if you enjoyed it, okay?" She flicks a piece of paper at you. It has her number on it. "Right I gotta go. I got a scene to rehearse." She runs back into the hall. You pick up her number. Well while pathetic you have managed to get a role and a girls number this afternoon. [[You go home->home day1]]

<<set $chelseaScore -= 1>> <img src="images/treetham/audition/forward.jpg"> She sighs "No, I'm sorry $name, but I think this is going to be too hard for you and there's not enough time to get you up to date." Shit. You fucked up. This was your one chance and you screwed it up. "Wait! Please Miss! I need this." It comes out hoarsely, your cheeks are red with embarrassment. "I'm sorry $name." She repeats. You can feel the fear welling up inside you and tears coming to your eyes. "I'll do anything." You plead, people are cringing and turning away. Chelsea looks so embarrassed for you. Ms Treetham ponders you. You see her mouth move and she whispers the word 'cry'. The tears roll down your cheeks, you bite your lips, shaking as you try to hold back the tears. "Wait." She stands up and steps forward, reaching out to clasp your jaw. "I was worried you wouldn't be able to display emotional range, but this, this I can work with." [[You try to regain composure->got the role]]

<img src="images/locations/room.jpg"> You arrive home - what a day! Shit, you just have until Friday to prepare for both your History exam and this play. It's already late, you have limited time, what should you do? <<if $day1StuffCount > 1>> [[Exhausted you collapse->sleep day 1]] <</if>><<if $day1StuffCount <= 1 && $chelseaScore>=-1 && !$day1CallChelsea>> [[Call Chelsea and get some help->call chelsea]] <</if>><<if $day1StuffCount <= 1 && !$day1CallClara>> [[Discuss the situation with Clara->call Clara]] <</if>><<if $day1StuffCount <= 1 && !$day1CallTheo>> [[Talk to Theo for some damage control->call theo]] <</if>><<if $day1StuffCount <= 1 && !$day1Lines>> [[Practice your lines->practice lines]] <</if>><<if $day1StuffCount <= 1 && !$day1Study>> [[Start studying->day1Study]] <</if>><<if $day1StuffCount <= 1 && !$day1Wank>> [[Jerk off->jerk off]] <</if>>

<<set $day1StuffCount += 1>> <<set $day1CallChelsea = true>> <<set $chelseaScore += 2>> You hesitantly facetime the number Chelsea gave you. <img src="images/chelsea/bed.jpg"> "Hi, who is this - oh, it's you $name, how's it going with my newest co-star?" "Yeah, not bad," You reply, "Just trying to wrap my head round today!" "Oh, you were fine! I'm sure we'll get you into shape in a few days, you'll be a natural." "Yeah, but the role-" "Actually, I was just thinking maybe you're a better fit than you think." "What?" "Sure, I think there might be a hidden party girl inside you, just waiting to get free." She giggles. You laugh too. Hard to fight her positivity. You chat about her day and how all the acting tires her out. Still, you leave feeling you know her a lot better. [[What else?->home day1]]

<<set $day1StuffCount += 1>> <<set $day1CallClara = true>> <<set $day1ClaraKnows = true>> <<set $claraScore += 1>> <img src="images/clara/bed1.jpg"> You facetime Clara. She's on her bed, wearing a revealing white top you have no idea if she can see where you're looking but she certainly knows. "Hey perv, how'd the audition go?" "Well I got the part." "Fucking fantastic!" "Yeah..." "Wait, why aren't you kissing the ground I walk on? I got you this, I saved your ass, you should be jumping for joy." "They, um, they want me to play a girl." "Oh!" "Yeah." "Wow, so have they scheduled in the surgery?" "What?" "I assume they plan on committing to realism. Get you a nice set of titties. Get rid of that useless cock and balls of yours." "Haha." "But seriously, I assume they're planning to do you up proper, give you a girly makeover." "Yeah, shit, hadn't thought of that. I guess so?" "If they do, promise me you'll ask to be slutty." "What? Why?" "It's just something I need in my life. I need to see what you'd look like as a right whore!" "Fuck you." "Please! It would mean a lot to me! Just full on bimbo it up, $name!" "You are not helping." [[You hang up->home day1]]

<<set $day1StuffCount += 1>> <<set $day1CallTheo = true>> <<set $gossip -= 1>> You call Theo. "Hey man." "Yo, whatsup" He answers. <<if !$day1TheoKnows>> "I got some shit I need to tell you. You know how I needed something extracurricular to save my bacon." "Yeah?" "Well I found it, I got a role in a play. But, weirdest thing is, I have to play a girl." "What?" <<else>> "Not much. Got the role." "Cool. Did they change it to a guy?" "No" "Oh." <</if>> "Yeah, so could you do my a favour and just run a little PR, if anyone starts gossiping about this. Just tell them the deal." "Sure. I'll make sure everyone knows this wasn't your idea." "Cool, you're a lifesaver." [[Hang up->home day1]]

<<set $day1StuffCount += 1>> <<set $day1Lines = true>><<set $lines += 1>> You take out your script and highlight your lines. You only have 6 so it shouldn't be hard to remember them. <img src="images/scripts/page1.jpg"> <img src="images/scripts/page2.jpg"> [[You get bored->home day1]]

<<set $day1StuffCount += 1>> <<set $day1Wank = true>> <<set $horny = 0>> You have at least a second of free time. What does that mean? Time to jerk off. You turn on your computer. Say the word and like magic. Porn! <img src="images/material/day1jerk1.gif"> <img src="images/material/day1jerk2.gif"> <img src="images/material/day1jerk3.gif"> You finish yourself off in no time. [[What else to do?->home day1]]

<<if !$day1Wank>> You find yourself restless in your sleep. Your horny teenage mind playing erotica on loop. <img src="images/material/day1jerk1.gif"> <img src="images/material/day1jerk2.gif"> <img src="images/material/day1jerk3.gif"> <<else>> You sleep soundly <</if>> [[Wake up->day 2]]

<<set $top = "men2">><<set $bottom = "men2">><<if !$day1Wank>> You wake up, stiff as a rock, you'd like to take a few minutes break to take care of it, but school awaits, so you get dressed and run off. <<else>> You get dressed for school and head off <</if>> <img src="images/locations/schoolFront.jpg"> As you jog towards the school gate panic starts to set in. You're going to have your first rehearsal today, are you even ready for it? You should really be revising, instead you're going through this humiliation. "Hey, if it isn't our star in the making!" You hear a girl's voice. <img src="images/clara/outside.jpeg"> Clara is with Theo, they're waiting for you at the school doors. They clap as you head over to them. <<if !$day1TheoKnows || !$day1ClaraKnows>> "Keep it down, I'd really rather not draw any attention to my role." You say. You're met with a confused look. You'll have to level with them. "Just so we're all on the same page, I'm going to have to play a girl in this bloody play. I'm not happy with it, but I have no choice." <</if>><<if !$day1ClaraKnows>> "Oh my god. This is amazing." Clara puts her hands to her mouth in joy. "Are you going to have to dress up and everything?" You nod. "I think so." "That's it, I am buying my ticket right now. I can't believe you didn't tell me sooner." <<else>><<if !$day1TheoKnows>> "You what mate? Are you serious?" Theo asks. Clara giggles. "You knew??" He stammers looking at Clara. "Look" You say. "I didn't mean to lie. It's just a bit embarrassing!" Clara looks up amused. "Really? crossdressing in front of the whole school, can't see why that would be." <<else>> "Keep it down, I'd really rather not draw any attention to this debacle." You say. Clara looks up amused. "Really? crossdressing in front of the whole school, can't see why you'd be embarrassed by that." <</if>><</if>> You flip her off. "Come on you should see this as a learning experience, a chance to imagine what it's like for the opposite sex. You never know some guys are even turned on by dressing up girly. Maybe you'll discover you like it?" [["Sure, it could happen."->day2 positive]] [["No way"->day2 negative]]

"Oh man, I did not need to hear that." Says Theo shaking his head. "Hehe, you always surprise me $name!" Clara laughs. [[You go to class->class day 2]]

Clara snorts, "Hmm, I think the lady doth protest too much." She and Theo burst into laughter. "Fuck you guys." [[You go to class->class day 2]]

<img src="images/locations/classroom.jpg"> You sit through lesson after lesson of boredom, most the classes have had their exams now so instead you're given free time to revise. You use it wisely - to dread the upcoming rehearsal. As you leave your chemistry class, Lizzie the girl who sits next to you taps you on the shoulder. <img src="images/lizzie/desk.jpg"> "Hey $name, heard you joined the school play?" Shit, how does she know? "Uhh, yeah I did. They needed someone last minute." "That's cool. Good luck!" She says heading the other direction. Well that at least was positive. You'd always thought the two of you had Chemistry. (Ba-dum tsh) [[After school->after school day 2]]

You hurry down to the drama hall, why do you always feel like you're late for everything? As you're about to get in you find yourself halted by the bouncy blonde form of Chelsea. <img src="images/chelsea/profile.jpg"> <<if $chelseaScore > -2>> "Hey up, you ready for this?" She asks cheerily, energy pouring out of her like a radiator. [["I won't let you down."->chelseafeedbackgood]] [["Guess I'll try."->chelseafeedbackokay]] [["I'm so ready, I'm aroused!" ->chelseafeedbackhorny]] <<else>> She slams her fist against the wall, blocking your entrance. "Look, loser you better have learnt your part properly or you'll be dragging us both down." Man, how did you manage to piss her off so quickly. You sure have a way with girls. [["Fuck off."->chelseafeedbackbad]] <</if>>

<<set $chelseaScore += 1>> "Lets slay it." She cheers, jumping in the air. You notice her boobs have a lovely bounce to them as she lands. Hopefully she'll mistake your gleeful stare as purely enthusiasm for stagecraft. [[Go to rehearsal->day 2 rehearsal]]

She frowns, "Well, I mean, you better! This might not mean much to you, but I've poured months into this." "Yes, sorry, don't worry I got this." You stammer out. [[Go to rehearsal->day 2 rehearsal]]

<<set $chelseaScore -= 2>> She visibly cringes. <img src="images/chelsea/annoyed.jpg"> "What the fuck is wrong with you?" "Sorry, that sounded better in my head." "I bet it did." [[Go to rehearsal->day 2 rehearsal]]

<<set $chelseaScore -= 1>> She pouts. It's actually kind of funny. She's clearly not used to being treated like anything other than the school queen. She stares you down. "Look you little bitch, you don't want to fuck with me. I will ruin you." Of course she will. You shrug, "Shall we go act?" [[Go to rehearsal->day 2 rehearsal]]

All the other performers in the hall are already practicing their scenes, so you step to the side and pull out the pages of the script. However, before you've read more than a line you feel a tight grip on your shoulder. <img src="images/treetham/day2/start.jpg"> Ms Treetham has grabbed you, and is pulling you along like you're a rolling suitcase. "Right, $name, good to see you're on time today. However you are very behind the rest so today I'm going to focus on catching you up." "Great." You nod, seeing Chelsea standing behind her. "Now, your character, despite your small role serves an essential point. You represent both the allure of this exotic new world, the partying, the dancing, the sex, as well as the dangers of excess, drugs, violence, etcetera. You understand?" "Yep." "Good." She smiles. "Then let's practice." [[Ready to rehearse.]]

<img src="images/locations/stage.jpg"> You and Chelsea climb on to the stage. Ms Treetham watches you from the only seat in front. She holds the script in one hand and reads from it. 'A large club, with bright lights and loud music. Stage left, Beth enters looking out of her element.' Chelsea walks out from behind the curtain doing her impression of a wide eyed country girl in the big city. 'Despite her fear, she is excited by the music and starts to dance.' Chelsea starts to wiggle to some imagined beat. 'Stage right, we see Gemma, a party girl.' You walk on, trying to look like you can also hear the beat. 'Gemma dances confidently.' Shit, what does that mean? [[move your arms casually]] [[move your arms wildly]] [[feel yourself up]]

You hold your arms to your side, swing your shoulders and pump lightly with your fists. You hear a hiss from your 'audience'. "No white boy dancing!" Shit, you have to try harder. [[Dance cheesy moves]] [[Shake your butt.]]

You wave your arms in the air like you just don't care. "Is there something wrong with you?" Treetham asks bluntly. Shit, you have to do better. [[Dance cheesy moves]] [[Shake your butt.]]

You slide your hands slowly up your body as if enjoying a particularly sensuous shower. You hear a snigger from the 'audience'. "Do you think that's what girls dance like?" Damn, try something else. [[Dance cheesy moves]] [[Shake your butt.]]

You start acting out Uma Thurman's dance moves from Pulp fiction. You make V-signs across your eyes and then move into the twist. "$name, this isn't the 90s. You are supposed to be being seductive." <<if $chelseaScore > 1>> [[Wink at Chelsea->wink at chelsea]] <</if>> [[Lick your finger->lick finger]] [[Take a break, this isn't working->give up dancing]]

You spin around and, like a hiphop backup dancer, shake your ass. <img src="images/treetham/day2/sigh.jpg"> There's a deep sigh, "Really? No, you are supposed to be sultry! Can you try that?" [[Lick your finger->lick finger]] [[Take a break, this isn't working->give up dancing]]

<<set $chelseaScore += 2>> You turn to Chelsea and give her a playful wink. She giggles softly. You approach her making kissy faces. "That's actually better, but it isn't dancing." Treetham complains. [[Perhaps a waltz->waltz pose]]

You pull your finger down your face, bending forward and licking it delicately as it goes passed. You close your eyes and try to give the impression you're experiencing some form of sexual ecstasy from this one slutty act. "Hmm, better but it doesn't qualify as dancing, now does it." [[You stop->give up dancing]]

You turn to Ms Treetham, with pleading eyes. <img src="images/treetham/day2/finish.jpg"> She sighs. "Clearly this is something we're going to have to work on. However lets move on." She returns to the script. 'Beth catches Gemma's moves and approaches.' Chelsea moves towards you. 'Gemma: Hey, Beth, right? You must be Antonio's new friend?' Do you say the line? [[As if it's a question you need the answer to.->line1shy]] [[As if it's a statement about the character->line1provacatively]]

You grab Chelsea by one hand and pull her into a waltz pose. She starts cracking up as you pull her with you, into a merry three-time swing. Treetham is on her fight and apoplectic. "You do not fucking waltz at a club!" [[You shake your head and shrug, you stop dancing->give up dancing]]

"Hey, Beth, right. You must be Antonio's new friend." You tell her. Chelsea frowns at the delivery, [[but quickly moves on.->line 2 attempt]]

"Hey, Beth, right? You must be Antonio's new friend??" You ask, sounding bewildered. Chelsea frowns at the delivery, [[but quickly moves on.->line 2 attempt]]

Chelsea acts out flirty eyes towards you. "Sure I am - so I must be in the right place?" Treetham reads, 'Gemma moves forward and pulls Beth close.' You awkwardly follow the directions, feeling Chelsea's warm body against yours. Trying desperately not to get aroused at the prospect. 'Gemma, a whisper: You sure are, let me show you how city girls party.' [[Whisper it. ->line2shy]] [[Say it breathy ->line2provacatively]]

You move your lips to Chelsea's ear and say in a breathy voice. "You sure are, let me show you how city girls party." You might have overdone it though as Chelsea can't help snorting in amusement. She composes herself and [[moves on.->line 3 attempt]]

Your delivery is barely audible, you sound mumbly and regret it, but Chelsea quickly [[moves on->line 3 attempt]]

'Beth and Gemma dance against each other.' As soon as Treetham's read the next direction Chelsea starts grinding into you. You have little choice but to grind back. 'As Beth starts to feel liberated, Gemma offers her a pill.' You mime offering a pill. Chelsea takes a step back, "What is it?" 'Gemma: Don't worry, it will set you free.' [[You deliver the line,->last line]]

"Don't worry, it will set you free." You try, but you end up mumbling it. Ms Treetham seems to have gained a permanent scowl. <img src="images/treetham/day2/order.jpg"> The scene is over and you and Chelsea climb back down. Ms Treetham ponders you like a failing medical experiment. "You're struggling with the character. Its understandable. You aren't really feeling it. I think." You look down, "No, not really, I guess." "Perhaps it would help you visualise the character if you knew what she was wearing. Go down to wardrobe and talk to Maisy, we can practice your second scene tomorrow. [[Go down to wardrobe->Go with Maisy to get help with costume.]]

<img src="images/locations/wardrobe.jpg"> You head out behind the stage where the drama supplies are kept and the room with all the spare outfits. You see a petite brunette girl on the floor filling in a spreadsheet. You approach cautiously. "Maisy?" You ask. She jumps up with a startled yelp. "Hey there!" "Ms Treetham said you could help me with my outfit." "Oh, awesome, sure, who are you playing?" "Gemma." <img class="reaction" src="images/maisey/giggle2.png"> "Oh!" She turns red, and has to stifle laughter. "You must be $name." "Yeah, that's right." "Well, well, well." She steps forward and starts eyeing up your body. "A challenge, sure. But I think we've got the right material to work with." "You mean clothes?" She looks up and raises her eyebrows. "Well mister, I'm going to have to work the full transformation on you. Just saying with your figure I think I can do a lot." <img src="images/maisey/curious.png"> You find yourself blushing, "Right. Sorry, I'm just a bit uncomfortable." "Hehe, don't worry. I'm going to make you feel very comfortable." "Um, thanks?" "So - you'll need a clubbing outfit, something a little slutty, and can slip off easily for the dishevelled scene. Here are a couple of the options I had picked out for Chris." She returns with three dresses. You can't imagine wearing any of them, [[An elegant but bold red gown->outfit1]] [[A shiny silver number covered in sequins->outfit2]] [[A vanishingly small lacy black dress->outfit3]]

<<set $dressChoice = "red">> <img src="images/maisey/day2/dress1.jpg"> "Gorgeous! Now lets get you some underwear to go with it." [[underwear]]

<<set $dressChoice = "silver">> <img src="images/maisey/day2/dress2.jpg"> "Gorgeous! Now lets get you some underwear to go with it." [[underwear]]

<<set $dressChoice = "black">> <img src="images/maisey/day2/dress3.jpg"> "Gorgeous! Now lets get you some underwear to go with it." [[underwear]]

"Wait, can't I wear my own underwear?" She scoffs. "Um, you'll be wearing a short dress, won't really work if you can see your boxers sticking out." "Okay, but-" "No, buts, mister. I'm in charge of wardrobe and I have two lovely choices for you." <img src="images/maisey/panties_pink.png"> She pulls out two pairs of panties. [[A practically see through blue pair->underwear pair 1]] [[A lacy little pink pair->underwear pair 2]]

<<set $pantieChoice = "blue">> "Blue" You say. Maisey nods, "Cool, blue is more a boys colour." Though she pauses as she picks them up. "Though maybe not for panties." <img src="images/maisey/day2/blue.jpg"> "Oh my god, so sexy!" [["Right, thanks..."->return to the hall]]

<<set $pantieChoice = "pink">> "You went for pink? I should have guessed." <img src="images/maisey/day2/pink.jpg"> "Oh my god, so sexy!" [["Right, thanks..."->return to the hall]]

"No problem!" She takes the dress and panties and wraps them together in a plastic bag. "Here, go and take these back to the director, make sure they're alright." "Thanks." She winks at you as you turn. What is it with girls at this school? <img src="images/maisey/menacing_grin.png"> [[Return to Ms Treetham]]

<<set $underwear = $pantieChoice>> You sneak into the boys loo. Everyone not involved with the play has left anyway. You go into a cubicle and clumsily remove your jeans and underwear. You stare at the panties. They're so pretty and frilly and alien. You don't have any choice though. You slip them on. The soft fabric glides up your thighs and as you slip the little straps over your bum you feel the midline slip between your cheeks and as you let go the elastic pulls your junk tight. You take a deep breath making sure you don't get hard, and then pull your jeans up. Returning to the hall, Ms Treetham is waiting for you outside. "Can I see?" You pause, she reaches forwards and pulls at the side of your jeans exposing the <<if $pantieChoice === "blue">>blue<<else>>pink<</if>> panty strap. "Very nice, can you imagine yourself more girly?" You're fed up with being yelled at, "Sure." "Good, then your homework for tonight is to practice your lines and then come in to school tomorrow wearing those panties." What?! [[Run home->day2 afterschool]]

"Look, I'm not comfortable-" You begin. <img src="images/treetham/day2/mockcasual.jpg"> "Again? Seriously? You can't keep doing this! You came to me for this role. You begged! You can't drag your feet every step of the way. If I don't get more obedience from you then I will make you leave the play. Do you understand?" "Yes Miss." "Good boy, now go get changed." [[Go to the loo.->try panties]]

<img src="images/locations/room.jpg"> <<if $day2StuffCount === 0>>Shoot are you really going to wear panties tomorrow? Won't that be a bit embarrassing. What if someone spots you. Shit. This is going off course.<</if>> You pace around your room fretting about how little time you have left. <<if $day2StuffCount <= 1 && !$day2CallClara>>[[call Clara->Clarad2]] <</if>><<if $day2StuffCount <= 1 && !$day2CallTreetham>> [[call Ms Treetham->call ms treetham]] <</if>><<if $day2StuffCount <= 1 && $chelseaScore > 1 && !$day2CallChelsea>> [[call Chelsea->chelsead2]] <</if>><<if $day2StuffCount <= 1 && !$day2CallTheo>> [[call Theo->theod2]]<</if>><<if $day2StuffCount <= 1 && !$day2Lines>> [[practice lines->practiced2]]<</if>><<if $day2StuffCount <= 1 && !$day2Study>> [[study->studyd2]]<</if>><<if $day2StuffCount <= 1 && !$day2Wank>> [[masturbate->wankd2]]<</if>><<if $day2StuffCount > 1>> [[sleep->sleepd2]] <</if>>

<<set $day2StuffCount += 1>> <<set $day2CallClara = true>> <<set $claraScore += 2>><<set $horny += 1>> Who better to talk to when you have a dilemma than your number one girl pal Clara? "Hey bitch." You Skype her but get audio only. "Hey bitch yourself." "How'd the acting go?" "Not good. I can't dance and I can't act." "Wow, you're less impressive than Phil Collins." "Huh?" "Nevermind, have they told you how they're going to transform your ugly mug into a hot party girl." "Yeah. Sort of. They showed me some outfits. I even have to practice wearing panties." "What??" "Yeah. Apparently it's going to help me get used to it." "Wait, are you wearing panties right now?" "Yes, actually." "Oh my god, send my pics." "No way!" "You send me yours I'll send you mine." Well, what the hell, you pull your trousers down and photograph your panties, snapchatting them over. <<if $pantieChoice == "blue">><img src="images/clara/day2/blue.jpg"><<else>><img src="images/clara/day2/pink.jpg"><</if>> "Delicious. Mine are nicer though." Wait, what does she mean by that? You see the 'Clara typing...' dots and wait with anticipation as she replies with photos of her own. <img src="images/clara/panty_2.jpg"> <img src="images/clara/pantieshowoff.jpg"> <img src="images/clara/panty_3.jpg"> Jackpot. While you leaf through her pics you hear her saying goodbye, "See your panty-ass at school tomorrow!" [[Do something else->day2 afterschool]]

<<set $day2StuffCount += 1>> <<set $day2CallTTreetham = true>> You look up her number in the school listing. "Hi, yes, this is $name." "Hello. Why are you calling me?" "I just thought I should tell you, I'm not comfortable wearing panties around school." "Are you wearing them now?" "Um, yes, actually." "I don't believe you, send a picture." You pull your jeans down and text her a photo. "Good boy, is it so bad?" "No, it's just the other kids will-" "If you learn nothing else from this role it will to be to grow up and not care what others think of you. Wear the panties tomorrow." She hangs up. [[Do something else->day2 afterschool]]

<<set $day2StuffCount += 1>> <<set $day2CallChelsea = true>> <<set $chelseaScore += 1>> "Hey Chelsea, how's it going?" You facetime her, catching her lying on her bed looking all kinds of hot. <img src="images/chelsea/pjs.jpg"> "Hey Gemma, just practicing lines! You?" Why does she call you that? "Yeah, me too. I was just thinking about that scene today." "Hey, me too! We can improve it so much, like make all the dancing super sexy." "Uh, yeah, my thoughts exactly." "Coz like this whole thing is about awakening, so teasing the lesbian angle, I think it totally works." "Yeah, definitely." "We'll have to practice of course." "I can do that." She claps. My god - this could go well, you think. [[Finish the call->day2 afterschool]]

<<set $day2StuffCount += 1>> <<set $day2CallTheo = true>> "Hey, man, shits gone from bad to worse." "Yo, $name, whassup." "I don't want to tell you, but just help me out tomorrow, if I ask anything of you can you just do it without asking too many questions." "Sure, anything for you, pal." [[Do something else->day2 afterschool]]

<<set $day2StuffCount += 1>> <<set $day2Lines = true>> <<set $lines += 1>> You take out your script with your highlighted lines. You try to concentrate on memorizing the text instead of the feeling of a tight g-string running through your ass cheeks. <img src="images/scripts/page1.jpg"> <img src="images/scripts/page2.jpg"> [[Eventually you get bored->day2 afterschool]]

<<set $day2StuffCount += 1>> <<set $day2Study = true>> <<set $study += 1>> You're a good boy. You revise for your history exam. Now some might say watching episodes of horrible histories a show aimed squarely at the 7-13 age category wasn't revision. But every little helps: Divorced, beheaded and died. Divorced, beheaded, survived. I'm Henry VIII, I had six sorry wives. Some might say I ruined their lives. Catherine of Aragon was one She failed to give me a son. I had to ask her for a divorce That broke her poor heart, of course Young Anne Boleyn she was two, had a daughter the best she could. I said she flirted with some other man And off for the chop went dear Anne. Lovely Jane Seymour was three, The love of a lifetime for me. She gave me a son, little Prince Ed, Then poor old Jane, went and dropped dead. Divorced, beheaded and died. Divorced, beheaded, survived. I'm Henry VIII, I had six sorry wives. Some might say I ruined their lives. Anne of Cleves came as four, I fell for the portrait I saw. Then laid on her face and cried, 'She's a horse! I must have another divorce.' Catherine Howard was five, A child of nineteen, so alive. She flirted with others, no way to behave. The axe sent young Cath to her grave. Catherine Parr she was last. By then all my best days were past. I lay on my deathbed aged just fifty-five, Lucky Catherine the last stayed alive. [[Eventually you get bored->day2 afterschool]]

<<set $day2StuffCount += 1>> <<set $day2Wank = true>> <<set $horny = 0>> I mean, you're sitting here in girls underwear. You've had hot girls teasing you all day. What else are you going to do but have a wank? You find some suitable videos on the net and start to stroke yourself through your panties. The soft fabric stimulating your hard cock. <img src="images/material/day2jerk1.gif"> <img src="images/material/day2jerk2.gif"> <img src="images/material/day2jerk3.gif"> <img src="images/material/day2jerk4.gif"> <img src="images/material/day2jerk5.gif"> You quickly get over stimulated. As you close down your browser windows you hope it doesn't mean anything that all the girls you were looking at had bright panties on too. [[Clean yourself up->day2 afterschool]]

You take off the panties and put them away. You wouldn't want your parents to find them. You then go to sleep <<if $horny >= 1>> Your rest is distracted by raunchy dreams of lingerie <img src="images/material/day2jerk1.gif"> <img src="images/material/day2jerk2.gif"> <img src="images/material/day2jerk3.gif"> <img src="images/material/day2jerk4.gif"> <img src="images/material/day2jerk5.gif"> As the sun rises so does your cock, hard and yearning for release. <</if>> [[Wake up->day3]]

You wake up half an hour early. You try to get back to sleep, but you can't your brain is running too fast. Analysing every mistake you've made. You grip on to your sheets. <<if $horny >= 1>> Your brain isn't the only thing that's overclocked. You remain terrifyingly stiff. Your bed covers practically lifted from your body. <</if>> You decide to get dressed and face the day. You open your underwear draw first, immediately you see the panties, delicately laid on top the rest of your clothes. Surely you could disobey Ms Treetham, go to school in normal underwear, damn the consequences. But then if you had that type of self-belief we'd have seen it by now. You slip into the panties, feeling the now recognizable tightness between your cheeks and around your crotch. You make sure to put on a heavy pair of jeans and thick hoodie. No-one will know. <img src="images/locations/schoolFront.jpg"> You arrive at school early, and wait by the gate for Theo and Clara. They're arriving from different directions, if you hurry you can greet one before the other. [[Wait for both of them->straight to class]] [[Ambush Clara->Clarad3morn]] [[Ambush Theo->theod3morn]]

The three of you chat briefly, pretending your life isn't getting weirder by the second. Before heading off to separate classes. You have French, which is a complete waste of time as you've already failed your French exam. Of course you could pay attention anyway. After all your French teacher has a certain Je nuh says quah. <img src="images/french/1.jpg"> [[pay attention to hot teacher]] On the other hand learning any French only increases the chance of having to communicate with the French, of whom you bare a deep and irrational hatred. As you sit and daydream you feel the soft panties rub on your dick and struggle not to [[fantasize in class]]. If you are sneaky you could [[study lines in class]].

You jump out beside Clara. "Sup, girl!" She doesn't flinch at all. <<if $day2CallClara>> <<set $claraScore += 2>> "Well well well. Well-well-well-well-well. Did you do it?" "Good morning to you too." "No. None of that. Answer the question. Tell me now." "Yeah, I'm wearing the panties." You say meekly. "Right, come with me." She grabs your hand and drags you into the school. With no hesitation she pulls you into the girls' loo and into a cubicle. <img src="images/clara/school_bog/admire.jpg"> She looks over you with anticipation. "Um," You start. "Don't worry if anyone saw you they'll just think I'm giving you a wake-up blowjob." "Right, of course, so what are you doing?" "Who says I'm not giving you a wakeup blowjob?" She leans forward and unbuttons your jeans. There is literally no possible way you could stop her. She then slides the jeans down to your ankles and stares forwards at your panties. <img src="images/clara/school_bog/flirt.jpg"> "Majestic." "Happy?" You ask. "Oh yes." She gently pats your crotch. You dick bulge stirs. "Are you happy?" She asks as your erection begins to stretch the panties. "Now, can I get a little spin?" You turn round slowly, shuffling with the jeans at your ankles. When you're halfway round she grabs your waist and pushes you to bend you forward. You pose for a second with your butt out - and then hear the camera click. "Another one for the slick album." You huff and pull your jeans back up. "Class, right?" "Oh yeah that thing." She gives you a little pat on the butt and follows you out. You run into Theo outside who seems unfazed by your disappearance <<else>> <<set $claraScore += 1>> <img src="images/clara/outside.jpeg"> "Yo, morning $name, how'd the acting go?" "Not good. I can't dance and I can't act." "Wow, you're less impressive than Phil Collins." "Huh?" "Nevermind, have they told you yet how they're going to transform your ugly mug into a hot party girl." "Yeah. Sort of. They showed me some outfits. I even have to practice wearing panties." "What do you mean practice? Like, right now? Right now you're wearing panties?" "Um." "My god you are, you actually are!" "He is what?" Theo has caught up with you. "$name is wearing panties." "Oh, man, I don't want to hear about this." "Shut up - this is amazing - just a sec" She steps behind you and slips a hand down the back of your jeans grabbing at the edge of the panties. She yanks them up above the jeans so they're visible to anyone. As she does so the g-string pulls up your ass crack and wedgies you. <<if $pantieChoice == "blue">><img src="images/material/whaletailblue.jpg"><<else>><img src="images/material/whaletailpink.jpg"><</if>> "Careful!" You jump away in pain. Scrabbling to pull the panties down and your hoodie back over it. "Whoops, sorry $name!" She says unconvincingly. "Can we please just change the topic and move on." <</if>> [[Go to class->straight to class]]

<img src="images/theo/intro.jpg"> <<if $day2CallTheo>> "Hey there!" You greet Theo. "Just wanted to make sure you were still with the plan?" "My plan is to pretend my best friend isn't a weirdo." "And to not let anyone else know I'm a weirdo." "Right, I should probably ask the details but I don't want to know them so I won't." You nod. <<else>> <<set $day2CallTheo = true>> "Hey there!" You greet Theo. "Yo, $name, whassup?" "I don't want to tell you why, but just help me out today, will you? If I ask anything of you can you just do it without asking too many questions?" "Sure, anything for you, pal." He says casually. <</if>> You greet Clara as she jogs over to join you. [[Head to class->straight to class]]

<<set $study += 1>> <img src="images/french/2.jpg"> You listen attentively. Surprisingly you find she's mostly discussing French history. Which is almost as boring as real history. Still, her accent and enthusiasm keeps your attention and you may have even learnt something. [[Next Lesson->pestartd3]]

<<set $horny += 2>> You let your mind drift. You find yourself imagining gorgeous pornstars all mysteriously turned on by seeing your underwear. The visions strains and transforms. You're now imagining Chelsea <img src="images/chelsea/fantasy.jpg"> And then Clara. <img src="images/clara/fantasy.jpg"> And then Ms Treetham. <img src="images/treetham/fantasy.jpg"> -oh dear. That's not a good fantasy to have. You try to think of something else as your cock frustratingly strains against your jeans. [[next lesson->pestartd3]]

<<set $lines += 1>> You slip out your lines for the next scene and when the teacher isn't looking you read a line and try to commit it to memory. <img src="images/scripts/page1.jpg"> <img src="images/scripts/page2.jpg"> [[next lesson->pestartd3]]

You leave the French classroom quickly, you always have another lesson straight after. Your mind blanks on what it is this week so you check the schedule. Shit. It's P.E! P fucking E. You need to skive, you need to run away. As you look around to make an exit, you run into your gym teacher, a wall of a man. "Hurry along $name, or you'll be late." He's walking the same way and there's really nowhere else to go. He basically chases you all the way to the boys' changing room. <img src="images/locations/lockerroom.png"> You grab your stuff from your locker and look around trying not to appear to nervous, every other guy in your year is in there with you, the sporty guys, the nerds, and all the worst arseholes. Of course none of them are paying you a blind bit of attention. <<if $day2CallTheo>> You see Theo in one corner, signal [[him->follow theo]] over.<</if>> [[Just get changed as quickly and discreetly as possible->get changed quick]]

Theo comes over, "You called buddy?" "Hi, yeah I just need you to block line of sight for a second." "Gotcha" He says as if that was the most normal request in the world. He pulls out a towel as you sneak into the corner. He spends a few minutes confusingly turning the towel round like a simpleton confused by a complicated invention. Meanwhile you speedily slip into your gym shorts. "Thanks" You say once you're done. "You're a lifesaver." "No problem. I think we can safely say no one knows about your frilly underwear." [[...Later on->day3rehearsal]]

<<set $day3lockerhumiliation = true>> You sneak to one side and try to take your jeans down with a towel on your lap. You carefully get the jeans to your ankles but struggle to get the your feet through. You look ridiculous shuffling around with a towel on your lap trying to get your jeans off. "Oi, you having trouble mate?" One of a couple of hockey players yells at you. You shake your head as you manage to pull your feet through the jeans while holding the towel down. "You got a boner you're trying to hide?" The two hockey players have walked over and are standing right next to you. You freeze. "No." "Can I borrow your towel?" "No." He leans forwards and grabs one end, an obnoxious smug look on his face. "Just a sec." He pulls it away, he's stronger than you and the towel is whipped from your grip. Exposing your bright frilly panties. <<if $pantieChoice == "blue">> <img src="images/day3/bluegym.jpg"> <<else>><img src="images/day3/pinkgym.jpg"><</if>> Shit. "Fucking hell!" He yells in surprise. Shit. Everyone is looking. There's a stunned silence across the room, like everyone agreed to be quiet in memory of your dignity. Then, collectively the minute is over and everyone goes batshit, there's hysterical laughter, there's yelling, there's pointing. It's chaos. Your internal organs collectively suicide, leaving a hideous emptiness inside you. In fear the blood rushes to your face to regroup. And the only order your brain can manage, is run! You run out the changing room and into the next door toilets. You slam the door shut, lock it and proceed to hyperventilate. Eventually you can hear the gym teacher order everyone quiet. And then you hear them get marched out from the changing room towards the fields. You don't move. You wait, frozen in place. Sitting on top the toilet in frilly underwear. Ten minutes later. You hear a knock on the door. "$name?" You recognise the voice, it's Ms Treetham. "Can you open the door please?" You hesitate but decide it's probably best. You unlock the door. She steps in. <img src="images/treetham/day3gym.jpg"> She looks you up and down. "Oh dear." Oh dear?! "This is your fault." "My fault? I didn't tell you to expose yourself to your whole year. Why didn't you get changed in the loo?" ...why didn't you? You want to cry. Though that would be the cherry on top of this humiliating ordeal. "Here, put some clothes on." She chucks you your jeans and hoodie. You grab them and quickly slip into them. She muses, "I know this has been very traumatic, but I want you to use this emotion. To understand how it feels for a woman to be humiliated, used and rejected. This shame is a powerful emotion, one you're uniquely able to understand. If you want you can spend the rest of the lesson in my office. Give you time to calm down." You take her up on her word and hide in her office till the end of the day. [[after school->day3rehearsal]]

When school is finally over you head out to the drama hall. You wait outside for a few minutes until you spot Chelsea. She's in costume, a cute clubbing outfit. <<if $chelseaScore > 1>> <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/day3happy.jpg"> You could [[compliment her]] <</if>> You could [[ask how she's doing.]] <<if $chelseaScore < 1 || $day3lockerhumiliation>> [[You can't deal with her just now->hide]] <</if>>

<<set $chelseaScore += 1>> "Hey, that's a cool outfit!" "Oh, thank you!" She does a little twirl giggling, "Getting in costume is probably my favourite thing about acting!" <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/day3flirt.jpg"> "It works!" "I know, right? How about you, have you got ready for the scene?" [[Tell her about your 'homework'->mention your homework.]] [[Say you've been practicing the scene->talk about scene 2]]

"Hey Chels, how's it going?" <<if $chelseaScore > 0>> <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/day3flirt.jpg"> "Hey, not bad, thanks! Totally ready for our scene." She bounces in her outfit. <<else>> <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/day3angry.jpg"> "Fine."<</if>> <<if $gossip >= 0 && $day3lockerhumiliation>> Chelsea moves closer to you and in a hushed voice asks [["I heard there was an incident earlier?"->I heard about the pantie incident]] <<else>> [["So we have the second scene to do today"->talk about scene 2]] <</if>>

<<set $chelseaScore -= 1>> You quickly duck back through the door to the back of the stage and then hide behind the curtain. You try to compose yourself until you hear a snort of derision. Ms Treetham was watching you. "You going to live your whole life in fear, $name?" [[You skulk back out and join the other actors.->start rehearsal 2]]

"Um, yeah, Ms Treetham actually set me some homework to get in touch with my feminine side." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah, she wanted me to wear panties today, can you believe it?" You try to play it off casually. "What, really?" "Uh, yeah." "And did you?" "Yeah, actually." "Wow. Um, can I see?" [["Yes, you may."->can I see]] [["No, I'm a little shy."->start rehearsal 2]]

<<set $lines += 1>> "Yeah, I've just been spending a lot of time focused on the scene really." "Oh great! You got it down?" "Yeah, I think so, just trying to really convey the tragic nature of the character." "Cool, well let's go practice!" [[Practice lines and then go in->start rehearsal 2]]

"Yes, I was only wearing the underwear because Treetham thought it would help me get into the role. It was pretty humiliating to be honest." <<if $chelseaScore > 0>> "Oh you poor thing!" "Yeah." "Can I ask you something" "Sure" [["Can I see?"->can I see]] <<else>> She smiles. <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/day3flirt.jpg"> "You know, I think you deserved it." [[talk about scene 2]] <</if>>

<<set $chelseaScore += 1>> "Okay." You say. The two of you sneak into the costume room and behind a rack of coats you start to strip. You slowly unbutton and remove your jeans, giving her a pose in the panties. <<if $pantieChoice == "blue">><img src="images/clara/day2/blue.jpg"><<else>><img src="images/clara/day2/pink.jpg"><</if>> "Wow, you are like the bravest guy." She says as you show off. "Yeah." You reply, almost confident. "Just a sec." She pulls out her phone and takes a photo. "Wait, why'd you do that?" "Oh, you know. I thought it would be cool behind the scenes shot, showing your transformation." "Transformation?" "Yeah, into character." "Right, sure, of course." [[You get dressed again and hurry off to start rehearsal.->start rehearsal 2]]

Chelsea runs off to rehearse a different scene, you stand around feeling awkward, until Ms Treetham approaches, then you feel fear. "Hey $name, come with me." She guides you into the behind the stage area. Where she looks you up and down, "So, let's see your homework." You pull your trousers down a touch to show the top of the panties. <img src="images/treetham/chastity/examine.jpg"> She waits patiently in the most aggressive manner. You can't help but pull your jeans down far enough to show the panties off fully. "Good." <<if $day3lockerhumiliation>> "I hope you've had time to move past your earlier embarrassment." I mean your social life is 100% dead forever, but sure, "Yeah, I think so." "Good." <</if>> She continues to analyse you. "Do you feel this experience has made you more in touch with your feminine side?" [["Maybe a bit."->treetham pantie yes]] [["Not really."->treetham panty no]]

"Excellent, now go see Maisey and get dressed, your part will be better in costume." [[Go.->see maisey d3]]

"No?" She raises an eyebrow. "I think I'm just a very macho guy." <img src="images/treetham/chastity/thought.jpg"> "Hmm, that is a shame, perhaps if you were to do todays rehearsal in full costume it might help." "What?" "Of course, I'll get Maisey to help you get ready." [[Go.->see maisey d3]]

You find Maisey. <img src="images/maisey/sit.jpg"> "Hey $name, how's it going?" "Not bad." You lie. "Awesome. You ready to meet the new you?" "It's - it's just a character." "Oh, of course, but this is going be a bit different for you, right? You don't normally cross-dress, do you?" "No." "Right, so first question, you're a little flat chested, do you want me to help you out there? I have an option." She slides out a box and there's a big pair of fake titties. She grins at you. [["Sure, why not?"->fake boobs.]] [["Um, no thanks."->flat chested for now]]

<<set $horny += 1>><<set $day3fakes = true>> <img src="images/maisey/items/fake2.jpg"> "Of course, it just makes it so much more believable. Could you take off your hoodie and shirt?" You go topless in front of her. It's a bit embarrassing, you're not exactly muscular. She takes a tape measure and reaches around your chest, sliding her warm hands against you. "Right, it should fit." She picks up the plastic boobs, you can't help but notice how big they seem. She puts them up to your chest, before sliding round behind you and clipping the harness into place. She takes a second to make sure it's aligned and then gives the tits a friendly grope. <img src="images/maisey/happy.png"> "Now, for the real thing we'll use some cosmetic adhesive to keep it in place but for just now this will be enough." [[Next->wig]]

"This is just a rehearsal I think we can go with out for now." You say. She pouts. "Suit yourself." [[Next->wig]]

<<set $profile = "">><<set $top = "">><<set $underwear = "">><<set $bottom = "">> "Right, let's get you into your dress." Maisey fetches the dress from yesterday and lays it out. "Right, I'll help you into it." <img src="images/maisey/offer.jpg"> "You sure?" "Yes, of course." You take off your jeans and socks. Maisey hands you the dress, you clumsily slip into it. It's tight, everywhere<<if $day3fakes>>, especially the chest<</if>>. Maisey slides it up over your shoulders. Then starts zipping it up. It feels like she's applying some form of bondage. Your waist is cinched in and you struggle to breathe. "Hot!" You collapse to a seat, already Maisey starts pulling stockings up your legs. You don't resist, the soft fabric feels nicer than the tight dress. She then slips a pair of ankle boots over you feet. They lock in, you look down seeing the short heel and wondering if you can even walk. "Finally. You need a wig. I think this one would suit the character best." She holds a short blonde wig. Before you have time to answer she's snapped the wigs elastic in place. She quickly adjusts before jumping back to admire her handiwork. <img src="images/maisey/thoughts.png"> "We won't do makeup today. Don't have enough time, but hopefully this should give you a feel for it." [[check self in the mirror]] [[go out->rehearse d3]]

<<set $profile = "wig">><<set $top = $dressChoice>><<set $underwear = $pantieChoice>><<set $bottom = "">> Oh dear, you still look mostly like you, just with girly hair. <img src="images/nomakeup.jpg"> But the dress, well that changes your figure entirely. <<if $dressChoice == "red">><img src="images/maisey/day2/dress1worn.jpg"><</if>> <<if $dressChoice == "silver">><img src="images/maisey/day2/dress2worn.jpg"><</if>> <<if $dressChoice == "black">><img src="images/maisey/day2/dress3worn.jpg"><</if>> You cringe as you stare down at yourself. You had never had a problem with your skinny body until now as you realise just how well dresses fit you. [[go out->rehearse d3]]

<<set $profile = "wig">><<set $top = $dressChoice>><<set $underwear = $pantieChoice>><<set $bottom = "">>You start to walk back to the hall, slowly taking smalls steps as try to not stretch the dress and keep balance on the heels. Chelsea spots you when you enter and runs over. <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/day3happy.jpg"> <<if $chelseaScore >= 1>> <<set $profile = "wig">><<set $top = $dressChoice>><<set $bottom = "">> "Oh my god, you look amazing, I love that dress!" "Thanks" "Hehe you gotta talk more girly, match you're awesome look." You try to respond in a higher pitch, "Thanks!" "Hehe, perfect!" <<else>> "Wow, look what the cat dragged in." "Yeah, yeah." "But seriously, you're a mess." <</if>> You can hear the other actors sniggering away from you. You try desperately to stop hearing. <img src="images/treetham/chastity/coldstare.jpg"> "Excuse me!" Yells Treetham, "I better not hear a single joke at $name's expense. He is a real actor willing to try playing someone truly different from himself. You should respect that." Treetham gathers you, Chelsea and a tall posh kid called Grant, together. "Are you ready to practice your second scene?" [[Nod->scene 2 discuss]]

"Yeah, totally ready," says Grant, he then looks you up and down with a sneer on his face, "How about you sexy?" [[Could you calm your loins, I know this is confusing, but we have a show to do.->tell him he should calm his loins it must be confusing]] [[Nod->say nothing]]

<<set $chelseaScore += 1>> <<set $day3grantSnubbed = true>> You give him a wink. There's a few sniggers from the crowd and Grant's face turns red. Chelsea bursts out laughing. "Oh, Grant, you would as well." He looks seriously pissed off. "Right, shall we start." Says Treetham impatiently [[Scene 2->make suggestions for scene 2]]

You nod timidly, Chelsea frowns. "Good, lets start then." Says Treetham impatiently [[Scene 2->make suggestions for scene 2]]

"Right, Grant and Chelsea you start stage left. $name you start stage right. Get in place please." Treetham follows you to the side of the stage. "$name, I want you to invest in your character here, try to really focus on the emotion that she's going through. I want to see it on your face okay. Right, let's go." [[begin scene 2]]

<<if $lines < 1>><<set $day2LineTime = 12>><<set $day2LineReveal = 4>><</if>> <<if $lines == 1>><<set $day2LineTime = 15>><<set $day2LineReveal = 3>><</if>> <<if $lines > 1>><<set $day2LineTime = 25>><<set $day2LineReveal = 2>><</if>> Grant and Chelsea play out their lines together. You wait for your cue to stumble on to the set, fortunately the heels make your stumbling quite realistic. You collapse to the floor and lean back against the closed curtain. Which is supposed to represent the outside of the club. You are supposed to be high as a kite. [[cross legs]] [[sit knees up.]]

Treetham shakes her head. "Don't sit like that, show me you're vulnerable." [[sit knees up.]]

Grant and Chelsea finish their lines, he walks across the stage. He looks down at you huddled in the corner. He grips your chin and then mock slaps you before walking off. Chelsea runs over to you as he exits. "Gemma!" She gasps as if genuinely upset, "Are you okay?" <<button "Respond">><<script>> let options = [ "Sure, Chelsea, it's another night in paradise.", "Sure, I'm just a whore.", "Sure, hun, just another night in paradise", "Sure, hun, I love being used." ] setup.optionator(options, State.variables.day2LineTime, State.variables.day2LineReveal, "line challenge 1", "Sure, I guess", 2) <</script>> <</button>> <div id="timerblock"></div> <div id="answerblock"></div> <div id="nextblock"></div>

"$lastEntered" You deliver the words you think are correct with a high pitch slur. You catch Treetham in the corner of your eye, <<if $lastCorrect>><<set $day3lineScore += 1>>you can't gauge from her expression whether you got the line right.<<else>>she's directing a mean scowl towards you.<</if>> When you look back you find Chelsea bent over you, your nose almost slides down her cleavage. Boobs in your face. Front and center. Nowhere else to look. You are transfixed. <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/day3cleavage.jpg"> Chelsea, doesn't seem to realise her effect on you and keeps delivering her lines, "Oh, you shouldn't let him treat you like that, you don't deserve it!" <<button "Concentrate on your line:">><<script>> let options = [ "Of course I do, I'm just some whore", "Of course I do, I'm just a girl", "Of course I do, I'm just some cumslut", "Of course I do, I'm just some bitch" ] setup.optionator(options, State.variables.day2LineTime, State.variables.day2LineReveal, "line challenge 2", "I do, I think", 0) <</script>> <</button>> <div id="timerblock"></div> <div id="answerblock"></div> <div id="nextblock"></div>

"$lastEntered" <<if $lastCorrect>><<set $day3lineScore += 1>><</if>>You try to play the line as harsh and cynical as it was written, but your croaky girl voice still sounds off. Plus you're not even sure you got the words right. Chelsea hugs you, of course what that actually means is she pulls your face straight into her cleavage, you feel her soft skin pressed against your cheeks, you can't help but inhale and smell her perfume, intoxicating your brain. <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/day3zoom.jpg"> Chelsea pulls back and looks down at you - all earnest, "Don't say that, you are not a whore!" You chuckle wryly as you try to remember you next line while also quelling the rising feeling in your panties. <<button "What is it?:">><<script>> let options = [ "Thanks, babe, but I am what I am", "Thanks, babe, but I don't need your pity", "Thanks, babe, but you don't get nothing from denying your desires", "Thanks, babe, but you don't get nothing from denying your true self" ] setup.optionator(options, State.variables.day2LineTime, State.variables.day2LineReveal, "line challenge 3", "I do, I think", 3) <</script>> <</button>> <div id="timerblock"></div> <div id="answerblock"></div> <div id="nextblock"></div>

"$lastEntered" <<if $lastCorrect>><<set $day3lineScore += 1>><</if>>Chelsea attempts to do a shocked face. The face of a character who's just had a revelation about themselves. She steps back. <<if $horny > 1>> Treetham suddenly stands up and approaches the stage, "$name, that isn't - oh no!" She's staring right down between your legs. You look down at your crotch. <<if $dressChoice == "red">><img src="images/stage/bulge/red.jpg"><</if>> <<if $dressChoice == "silver">><img src="images/stage/bulge/silver.jpg"><</if>> <<if $dressChoice == "black">><img src="images/stage/bulge/black.jpg"><</if>> The dress is lifted slightly by a bulge, but it must be much more obvious from Treetham's position. <img src="images/treetham/chastity/anger.jpg"> "Is that - do you actually have - an erection!" Blood rushes to your cheeks. [[Cross your legs->get an erection]] <<else>> [[finish scene]] <</if>>

You cross your legs, trying to hide the shame. Chelsea has turned bright red too, holding her hand to her mouth to hide - what? - the laughter, an actual shocked expression. Treetham's facial expression isn't as hard to read. She's angry. "$name, get up and come with me." She demands. You struggle to pull yourself up onto your heels. As you move your still hard cock slips out the panties, pushing up the tip of the short dress. There's gasps and laughter from other actors who have turned to watch. You try to slap the cock back against your chest, which just about holds it in place and stops it flopping around but the outline is super obvious under the tight material. "Hurry up!" Hisses Treetham. You wobble after her, following her behind the stage. The panties have slid well out of position, riding deep up your ass crack. Causing you to do embarrassingly little shuffle steps. [[Keep following her->mz treetham put you in chastity]]

"Right, thank you, you two, I think that just about wraps it up for today." Treetham says loudly. "Everyone start packing up, I'll see you all bright and early for the dress rehearsal tomorrow." <<if $day3lineScore >= 3>> [[Start heading towards the wardrobe->good scene 2]] <<else>> As you start heading towards the wardrobe to get changed. Treetham steps towards you. "$name, you're going to head to my office we need to talk about your performance." <img src="images/treetham/chastity/intense.jpg"> You gulp and follow her towards her office, your heels clicking as you go. You get inside and she gestures to take a seat on one of her leather chairs. You do, feeling your dress ride up as you do so that your bare arse cheeks feel the cool leather against them. [[You wait for her to speak->treetham bdsm 1]] <</if>>

<<set $chastity = true>> <<if !$day3Spanked>> You follow her to her office and take a seat. <</if>> You say nothing. She doesn't either. "Look - I'm sorry I didn't -" She silences you by lightly holding up one hand. "This is partially my fault. I forgot to take into account the high probability that a boy willing to cross-dress would be a pervert, turned on by the whole affair." <<if !$day3Spanked>> "No! That's not it, Chelsea had her-" "Do not blame that sweet girl for your issues." <</if>> Your mouth hangs open, with no idea what your next line is. "Look, $name, there are only two days left to the show. At this point I can't replace you. I also can't risk you waving your little dick around for everyone to see." "Perhaps I could wear something else?" You ask. She smiles, "Good. So we're on the same page." She reaches down and opens a draw. "The props department has a lot of useful tools for such problems." She holds a small piece of plastic in front of you. At first you can't tell what it is. <img src="images/treetham/chastity/cage.jpg"> She leans forward. "If you could remove those panties." It isn't a question. But you know you shouldn't comply. And yet you do. You slide the frilly panties down and free your now finally limp dick. You catch Treetham's eyes dart downwards, "Yes, the small size should do." She grips the top of the dress and pulls it up your belly, exposing you. She lightly picks up your limp dick between thumb and finger. In her other hand she slides the ring of - what you now realise is - a chastity device over your cock. She roughly pulls it down till your balls painfully pop inside the ring. The plastic on top the ring forms a cage, she threads your little dick inside it, before clamping it down hard. You hear a click as the device locks in place, your dick painfully confined inside the plastic. You look up into her uncaring eyes. "I will of course remove it after the show. You can go two days without relief can't you?" She gives you a mean smile. <img src="images/treetham/chastity/glee.jpg"> You nod, still not sure what just happened, did she really? Are you really? You look down at the sad prisoner between your legs. You shuffle the dress back down in place to hide the shame. <<if !$day3Spanked && $day3lineScore < 3>> [["Now, there is another matter we need to deal with"->treetham bdsm 1][ $underwear = "chastity"]] <<else>> You stand up and jog back to the wardrobe room to get changed and head home. [[go home->d3 go home][$underwear = "chastity"]] <</if>>

<<if $chelseaScore > 1>> <<set $chelseaScore += 1>> Chelsea bounces up to you and pats you on the bum. "Hey girl, great work tonight!" "Thanks, you too." "You're a natural!" <</if>> You go to the wardrobe room and get dressed. [[go home->d3 go home]]

<<set $day3Spanked = true>><<set $lines += 1>> "I want to talk about your performance." She begins, "I had hoped you would be committed enough to actually learn your six lines on your own, however from today's performance it's clear you don't have that level of will power." Ah, so you did mess up the lines. "I can head home now and practice" You say. "If you could you would have done so already." She says turning to one shelf. "I am however a teacher and I believe I can help you." "Oh, thanks!" "You see the brain has the ability to associate words with moments of intense stimulation, allowing greatly improved recall, would you like to try?" <img src="images/treetham/chastity/mean.jpg"> You're not sure what she's suggesting, or what she just picked up. It would be foolish to assume she might be offering what it sounds like, but as you don't have much choice anyway. "Sure, I guess." "Good, I want you to stand up and then lie face down across that chair, over this armrest." You do as your told. As you bend over the armrest you find your face hitting the seat and your ass pointing into the air. Treetham stands up and moves behind you. With one finger she slips the dress forward the short distance needed to expose your butt cheeks. "Now, I'm going to read each of your lines and accompany them with some sharp pain. Concentrate on the words." You look back, in her hand she holds an old fashioned spiky hairbrush. "Line 1: Sure, hun, just another night in paradise" THWACCC! She smacks you violently on the ass with the hairbrush, it stings like a bitch. "Line 2: Of course I do, I'm just some whore" THWACCC! She hits the other cheek, you have to clamp your jaw to avoid moaning in pain. "Line 3: Thanks, babe, but you don't get nothing from denying your true self" THWACCC! By far the hardest you can feel your skin burn. Your ass burns. <<if $pantieChoice == "blue">> <img src="images/treetham/chastity/bluespank.jpg"> <<else>><img src="images/treetham/chastity/pinkspank.jpg"><</if>> "You won't forgot those in a hurry." She says. You pull yourself upright. <<if !$chastity && $horny > 0>> Something is off you feel a weird emptiness in your stomach, like the blood inside you has got lost. You look down. Treetham looks down too. Your penis has slipped outside the panties and is standing up, hard to attention. She stares at you as you desperately pull the dress back down trying to hide the shame. Your dick slides up to your waist but under the tight fabric the bulge is very much visible. Treetham shakes her head, "Another problem" [[She sits back down->mz treetham put you in chastity]] <<else>> You don't know what to say so you shuffle out as quickly as possible to get changed and head home. [[go home->d3 go home]] <</if>>

<<set $profile = "male">><<set $top = "men2">><<set $bottom = "men2">> It's nice to finally be free of those girly clothes and looking your manly self again. When you get home you run upstairs immediately, keen to avoid any questions from your parents. <<if $chastity>>In your room you slip down your trousers and have a look at the plastic cage on your cock. It seems firmly locked in place. You try to pull it to one side but all you get is pain. Looks like you're going to have to think about other things for the next two days.<</if>> [[What to do?->day3 after school]]

<img src="images/locations/room.jpg"> It's Wednesday evening. You only have one more full day before your final exam and the show. What should you do? <<if $day3StuffCount <= 1 && !$day3CallClara>> [[call Clara->Clarad3]] <</if>><<if $day3StuffCount <= 1 && !$day3CallTheo>> [[call theo->theod3]] <</if>><<if $day3StuffCount <= 1 && $chelseaScore>2 && !$day3CallChelsea>> [[call chelsea->chelsead3]] <</if>><<if $day3StuffCount <= 1 && !$day3CallTreetham && $chastity>> [[call Ms Treetham->treethamd3]] <</if>><<if $day3StuffCount <= 1 && !$day3Wank>><<if $chastity>> Your cage prevents you from tossing one out. <<else>> [[wank->day 3 wank]] <</if>><</if>><<if $day3StuffCount <= 1 && !$day3Study>> [[study->d3study]] <</if>><<if $day3StuffCount <= 1 && !$day3Lines>> [[learn lines->d3 learn lines]] <</if>><<if $day3StuffCount > 1>> [[sleep]] <</if>>

<<set $day3StuffCount += 1>> <<set $day3CallClara = true>> <img src="images/clara/day3/bed.jpg"> You Skype Clara, she's lying on her bed, looking like a teenage wet dream. Not that you get those any more, of course. <<if $claraScore > 2>> "Hey, shitshow! How'd today go?" You hesitate to say. "Oh, that look - spill it!" "Yeah, everything's great." "Bullshit, come over to mine, like right now. I need to beat the truth out of you." [[Head over->Clara wants you to come out.]] <<else>> You notice she has her books out in front of her. "You studying for Friday's exam?" "Aren't you." Fuck you should be. [[Suggest you two study online together.->Clara and you study]] <</if>>

<<set $day3StuffCount += 1>> <<set $day3CallTheo = true>> "Hey man," You call Theo. "Hey, whats up." "Just needed to call someone and vent, these last few days have been weird." <<if !$day2CallTheo>> <<set $gossip -= 1>> You tell him how worried you were about being humiliated at the play. "Don't worry dude I'll make sure everyone knows you don't have a choice." <<else>> "Well no offense mate, but you're running out of time. You ready for Friday?" Shit, are you?<</if>> [[Hang up->day3 after school]]

<<set $day3StuffCount += 1>> <<set $day3CallChelsea = true>> <<set $lines += 1>> <<set $chelseaScore += 2>> You facetime Chelsea. You get that wonderful view of her in bed. <img src="images/chelsea/pj2.jpg"> "Hey Chelsea how's it going?" "Oh hey $name! Yeah, I'm super nervous about Friday, you?" "Yeah, the same, just trying to practice my lines now actually." "Hey, I have an idea, why don't I come over and we can practice together?" She suggests, as if you'd turn her down. "Of course!" You wait not at all patiently. The doorbell rings, you open the door immediately like an eager dog. "Hey Chelsea!" "Hey!" You quickly take her to your room, so your parents don't ask any embarrassing questions. Upstairs you start practicing your lines. You go through both scenes over and over. You get bored of rereading the same six lines. "Hey, do you want to rehearse the dancing?" You ask. "Oh, totally." You put on some music and the two of you dance together. You throw lots of silly moves with some feminine wiggles and sways, she matches you grinding up against you. <<if $chastity>> You feel her butt slide up your thighs and push hard into your crotch. You would be getting hard but the chastity belt holds you tight. She pushes against it. [["Wait, whats that?"->chelsea chastity]] <<else>> You feel her butt slide up your thighs and push hard into your crotch. You get stiff, your dick pushing up tight against the panty fabric and your jeans. Chelsea doesn't seem to notice as she grinds away, you keep dancing too, running your hands across her to the beat. You spin, you pull close, you grind. It's amazing. Chelsea checks her phone. "Crap, I gotta go." She leans forwards and pecks you on the side of the cheek. "It was fun, see you tomorrow, $name!" [[Go home->day3 after school]] <</if>>

<<set $day3StuffCount += 1>> <<set $day3CallTreetham = true>> You're sure it's not a sensible idea and yet you can't help yourself. You facetime Ms Treetham. It rings for an awkwardly long time before you cut to video of your teacher in her room. <img src="images/treetham/skype1/scowl.jpg"> "$name? What is it?" "Hi Miss, just wanted to check in, it's just I'm not sure about this cock cage thing." She raises one eyebrow menacingly. You continue, "It's just that it hurts a bit and I'm not sure if I should wear it, can I get the code to get out of it?" She frowns. "Show it to me." You nervously pull down your jeans and panties, angling your phone down to show your cock. "It looks fine." "Right, but sometimes I get horny and then it really hurts." You detect a flicker of a smile. "Show me." "Well - I mean, I can't just-" <img src="images/treetham/skype1/tease1.png"> She starts gliding her hands down to her chest, pulling down at her top and offering you a glimpse of her beautiful cleavage. It does the job. You feel yourself becoming hard, and the painful crushing sensation of the cage against your yearning cock. <img src="images/treetham/skype1/tease2.jpg"> She smiles. "It looks like it's doing its job properly. Anyway if you need to release yourself there's always alternatives." "But-" "You should practice your lines. It's dress rehearsal tomorrow." She hangs up. You try to ignore the frustrating pain and work on your lines as instructed. <<set $lines += 1>> <<set $horny += 1>> [[Do something else->day3 after school]]

<<set $day3StuffCount += 1>> <<set $day3Wank = true>> <<set $horny = 0>> You browse for something new to entertain you. For some reason today you're in a femdom mood. The Internet is forth coming. <img src="images/material/day3jerk1.gif"> <img src="images/material/day3jerk2.gif"> <img src="images/material/day3jerk3.gif"> <img src="images/material/day3jerk4.gif"> <img src="images/material/day3jerk5.gif"> You have vivid fantasies of these women controlling and dominating you. Leading to an extremely powerful orgasm. [[Get cleaned up->day3 after school]]

<<set $day3StuffCount += 1>> <<set $day3Study = true>> <<set $study +=1 >><<set $horny +=1 >> Shit, just two days before your history exam. You try to cram. You read Henry the VIII's wikipedia page, but you soon find yourself distracted by the corsets on the women. <img src="images/day3/studycorset.jpg"> <img src="images/day3/corset2.jpg"> <img src="images/day3/corset3.jpg"> Damn your teenage brain! [[Do something else->day3 after school]]

<<set $day3StuffCount += 1>> <<set $day3Lines = true>> <<set $lines += 1>> You take out your script with your highlighted lines. You try to concentrate on memorizing the text instead of letting your horny teenage mind distract you. <img src="images/scripts/page1.jpg"> <img src="images/scripts/page2.jpg"> [[Get bored->day3 after school]]

<<set $claraScore += 2>> You rock up to Clara's place, hurrying down the road before slowing to a super casual saunter as you approach the house. You correct your hair and shirt before pressing the door bell. As you go to hit it. The door swings open. Clara bursts out and grabs you. "Hey, who's this loser hanging outside my house. Oh wait, it's $name! Sorry thought it was one of my many stalkers." She pulls you inside. "Hey Clara, how's it going?" "Oh, you see I'm trapped in a humiliating deal where if I don't embarrass myself in front of the whole school my life is ruined. Also I'm questioning my very gender identity." "What?" "Oh, sorry, that's you, not me. Come on, come up to my room." Clara's Mum catches you in the hallway. "Oh, hey $name." <img src="images/clara/mum/awkward.jpg"> "Careful Mum, $name is going through a very difficult time right now and he's very delicate." "You poor thing." She says very sincerly. Clara sniggers. "Now come along $name and we'll talk all about it." You head up the stairs after her, taking advantage of having your eyes level with her butt. <img src="images/clara/day3/butt.jpg"> She stops at her door, "Get in there." You mock burst into her room, rolling onto her bed. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" You shrug, not moving, "Surely you're not being defensive of your bed, I heard it has more traffic than highway 1." She pauses, "Yeah, but $name, all those guys I've fucked were real men. A girl's gotta draw the line somewhere." "Hey, the manliest men are the one's comfortable with their sexuality!" "That's you then, is it? Comfortable?" "Oh yeah." You trace your middle finger down your chest seductively. <img src="images/clara/day3/tease.jpg"> "Really?" She moves over to the bed and puts one hand down on the mattress between your legs. "Um, yes?" "You don't sound so comfortable." She uses her other hand to grip the top of your jeans. "I'm extremely comfortable-" She pulls your jeans down. <<if $chastity>> [["Oh dear."->Clara chastity]] <<else>> [["Oh, hello."->Clara handjob]] <</if>>

<<set $study += 1>> You spend the next hour testing each other on different questions. "Hey, how about we give you some incentive every time one of us gets a question the other doesn't, the loser strips." She suggests. "Seriously?" "Yeah, gotta do something to get your dumb brain in gear." "Okay!" You agree. You shouldn't have, did you forget how you were failing in every subject? You lost your shirt. Then your socks, then your trousers. <img src="images/clara/day3/lieback.jpg"> Clara smirked as you sat on cam in your panties. She was still fully dressed. You were quickly naked. "Oh dear. You lose? Hopefully you do better on Friday. Here's a pity flash to make you feel better." <img src="images/clara/day3/tit.jpg"> [[Do something else->day3 after school]]

"Oh, dear." Clara stops and stares at your trapped cock, straining against its cage. As if in disbelief she yanks your trousers down to your ankles. <img src="images/clara/day3/lieback.jpg"> "A real man, huh?" "My massive cock was distracting everyone in rehearsal." "Oh, really? And yet your massive cock fits inside that embarrassingly small cage." She grips your whole package and wobbles it about a bit. The pressure of your hardening cock demanding escape causes a shiver of pain down your spine. "Whoops, are you okay?" "Yeah, fine. It's just getting a little tight." "Oh dear, so why don't you release yourself?" "I haven't got the key." "What the hell!? Seriously? You've given up your manhood to some bitch and it wasn't me?!" "It's just for the play." "Not good enough." She jerks the cage roughly side to side. You wince again. "And to think I invited you over to ride you like an untrained camel, but you're useless." "Sorry! Next time!" "Next time, you give me the key." You don't know what to say. As you try to think of a witty reply. Clara hops to the otherside of the bed. Her knee colliding with your cock case as she does. You lose the ability to breathe. "Right, you can fuck off now." As you stand up and pull your trousers up she stretches forwards and kicks you in the ass. You turn back and get hit by her full glare. She's very serious, which normally means she's just fucking with you. It is a joke, right? You head home. [[Get back->day3 after school]]

She pulls your semi-hard cock from your panties. It flops out in front of her face. She grins up at you. <img src="images/clara/day3/flirt.jpg"> "You know there's something fun about a dick within frilly underwear - you have such a lovely feminine penis." You try to think of a snarky come back but her fingernail is gliding up the underside of your shaft, the sharp sensation making blood rush downwards. Your dick stretches towards Clara's face, becoming almost painfully hard. "You, okay, $name?" Clara asks looking up at you. She casually takes your cock in her hand, absent mindedly playing with it. "You seem to be struggling to form words. This is like your English exam all over again." You struggle to control your breathing, "Yeah, you got me, you got to remember this situation is unusual for me. I don't have your experience." "Experience? What are you implying?" She asks gripping tighter. You like to live dangerously, "Oh, sorry, It's just you're so skilled I assumed you were professional." She mocks a scowl and grips tighter. "You better be thankful I'm not a ho as your tramp ass couldn't afford me." As she pumps you, you feel the pressure build and a deep need to release. You racked your brain for a response. "Clara, if you were a whore, I'd get a payday loan just to take you for a ride." <img src="images/clara/day3/hj.jpg"> She smiled, "Aww that's so sweet. But the interest on those things is crazy." "I know, but you have to understand - you're like super hot." She pretends to blush. "Oh you. Of course I am." She used her other hand to fondle your balls. You almost lost your footing as the surge accelerated through you. Clara spotted your sharp intake of breath and quickly clamped down on your cock. Her other hand covering the head of your cock. The cum surged through you, pushing against her tight grip, the pressure building like a blocked hose. You felt the warm wet tingle as the cum dribbled unsatisfyingly out the tip. Clara caught your load in her hand. Then continued to pump your now extremely sensitive dick. You grimaced and pulled back. She giggled. "Just fucking with you!" "Wow, that was something!" "Yeah, I just hope it hasn't distracted you from any important exams or performances you might have coming up." Shit. Awesome though that was, you really are running out of time. Clara laughs at your worried face. "Oh dear, you better run home. It would be ironic if you were the one who ended up having to sell their body to pay the bills." You grab your jacket and head out the door. "Wait!" Clara stops you, she puts her hands up to your cheeks, pulls you down to her height and quickly smooches you on the lips. "Good luck $name." She lets go and shuts the door on you. As you stand there dumbfounded you realise she's wiped the cum from her hand across the side of your face. Gross gross gross. You look around for something to wipe it clean, but settle on your t-shirt, which gets stained. As you walk home you can still smell the cum on your face. [[Get back->day3 after school]]

She reaches over with her hand and feels your crotch. Feeling the plastic under your jeans. "What's that?" She asks. You turn red. "Um, nothing." "No it's not. You have something down there. What is it?" "Look, Ms Treetham thought it might be useful if for the show I could, um, keep control of down there." "Huh?" "With, like a little container thing." "For your penis?" "Yeah." "Can I see?" You pause, stunned, "Uh, okay?" <img src="images/chelsea/pj1.jpg"> She pulls down your jeans and panties. Your caged cock sits out limply. "Oh, it's so cute!" Chelsea giggles, giving it a playful poke. "Um, yeah, something like that." "You most be so committed to the show to wear that." "Yeah, guess I am." "Wow." She gives it a playful tap. You feel yourself trying to get hard again and pushing painfully against the cage. "Are you okay?" She asks. "Sure, I'm great." You say quickly pulling your clothes back up. "Look don't worry, I'm sure you'll be great." She leans forwards and gives you a kiss on the cheek. "Now, I gotta go, see you tomorrow $name" [[Go home->day3 after school]]

You go to bed. You put worries about tomorrow out of your head and snuggle down to sleep. <<if $chastity>> You find it's difficult to get into a comfy position on your side as the chastity belt falls awkwardly - you end up sleeping on your back. In your dreams you imagine hot dominatrices putting you in place followed by the intense pain in your caged cock. <<else>> <<if !$day3Wank>> But your dreams are filled with shots of dominant women, putting men in their place. <</if>><</if>> <<if $chastity || !$day3Wank>> <img src="images/material/day3jerk1.gif"> <img src="images/material/day3jerk2.gif"> <img src="images/material/day3jerk3.gif"> <img src="images/material/day3jerk4.gif"> <img src="images/material/day3jerk5.gif"> As you keep imagining these fierce women you find their faces change into something more familar. <img src="images/chelsea/femdomdream.jpg"> <img src="images/clara/femdomdream.jpg"> <img src="images/treetham/femdomdream.jpg"> <</if>> [[Wake up->d4start]]

<img src="images/locations/schoolFront.jpg"> You sneak in to school early, the very sight of the building already making you feel small and afraid. And you haven't even started dealing with any of the crazy bitches inside it. Just today and tomorrow, you tell yourself. Get through today. Do the dress rehearsal, pass tomorrow's exam, do your one little scene and that's it. You're free. Who cares if there's gossip you'll be out the door, get an apprenticeship, get a real job, never see any of these suckers again. <<if $claraScore > 3>> Except of course, Clara, you'll want to see her again. You feel that gap in your stomach, a longing, just to talk to her. Shit, you need to get that under control. You don't have the time to be falling in love. [[Or maybe you should go find her->chat with Clara about what happened last night]] <</if>> Your best course of action is just to go straight to class, do some last minute cramming. [[go to class early]] Or alternatively you could find Theo, maybe he can help you with your problems. [[Find Theo->chat with theo about dress rehearsal]] <<if $horny > 1 && $chastity>> The other concern is this damn chastity cage. It's been distracting you silly. If you don't get a release soon, you're bound to fuck up. Perhaps you could go ask Ms Treetham to let you out. [[Go to her office->go see treetham for release]] <</if>>

<img src="images/locations/classroom.jpg"> You are responsible and head to class. You knuckle down and focus. You don't get distracted by your teachers low top. <img src="images/tutor/distraction.jpg"> You don't get distracted by the girls in your class, laughing, flirting, enjoying their last few days of high school. Today you are not a horny teenage boy, but a studious teenage man! [[You study till lunch->lunch day 4]]<<set $study += 1>>

You spend the half hour before lesson searching for Theo when you finally find him, you grab him and pull him aside. <img src="images/theo/intro.jpg"> "I can't do it man!" "Can't do what?" He asks, looking scared for his life. "This goddamn play, with everyone watching, it's going to destroy me." "Calm down alright, I've got a plan. I've been telling everyone we know I'll get them tickets-" "That's your plan!?" "Hear me out. I'm not getting anyone tickets. So no-one you know will see you." You stop. "Theo you legend." <<set $gossip -= 1>> [[go to class]]

<<set $day4claraInvite = true>> You find Clara hanging out in the library. <img src="images/clara/library.jpg"> "Hey!" You wave enthusiastically, your heart swelling as you see her. Hey face lights up. "Hey $name! How's it going?" "Oh, you know, same old, same old." She laughs. "Um, about last night." You start. She raises an eyebrow, "Yes?" <<if $chastity && $day3CallClara>> "I didn't mean to surprise you." "Oh, I bet you didn't." She laughs, "You shouldn't be embarrassed though." "Really?" "No, dipshit, of course you should be. You're walking round in panties with your cock in a cage because you're such a fuck up at school. If you're not embarrassed you're a complete pervert." "Sssh!" You hiss, hoping no-one over heard her. She steps close and whispers, "Good point, it is a library." You try to give her a serious face. "Oh, don't worry I'll keep your secret." She says still whispering. "But you will owe me." You nod. "Come over tonight, after rehearsal. Make it up to me." You can feel her warm breath and can't help but check out her amazing tits. <img src="images/clara/librarycleavage.jpg"> "Absolutely." You whisper back. She smiles. "Great! And I promise not to tell anyone. Except like Theo obviously, it would be rude to keep him out the loop." She gives you a wink and then disappears before you can follow. [[You need to get to class->go to class]] <<else>> "I can't stop thinking about it." "Oh, what, that little teasing. That was nothing, you realise Im a sexual goddess, right? I could blow your mind if I wanted to." "I believe it." "Are you busy tonight?" "There's the dress rehearsal." "Of course. But after that?" "I'm free." "Come over immediately. Like don't get changed, come over right away." "Seriously?" "Of course. And here, I want to make sure I'm on your mind the rest of the day." She pulls you behind a bookcase and when she's sure no-one can see, in one fluid movement she pulls her top all the way up. <img src="images/clara/library-flash.gif"> Her breasts are amazing. You are instantly hard. She looks down and smiles. She drops her shirt back down. "Perfect. Now run along to class." [[Obey->go to class]] <</if>>

You stand outside her office feeling like a naughty schoolboy. Why do you feel guilty she's the one with the messed up belief in method acting. Still she holds all the cards here so you're going to have to be a good boy and beg nicely. "Come in." Her voice comes sharply through the door. <img src="images/treetham/office/enter.jpg"> You walk and find yourself instantly staring at her body. You can't help but fixate immediately on her immense cleavage highlighted in her low cut top. "What do you need, $name?" She asks. You stop where you are, the pain of your erect cock against the tiny cage stopping you from taking another step. "Hi Miss, I'm, uh, struggling with the device, a bit. Was wondering if I could take it off so I could concentrate on class." She frowns, as if your request makes no sense, "Why are you struggling - the chastity aid should be plenty large enough for you." "Um, yeah, it would be. But you know, I find myself getting, uh, aroused and then it gets quite painful and distracting." She closes her eyes and takes a quick breath. "$name, if you are aroused then you are already distracted, are you not? Why are you getting aroused?" <img src="images/treetham/office/full.jpg"> You wish you could look at her without taking in her magnificent body right now. "Well, it's been a while since I last, um, relieved myself, and you know how it is for boys my age. It can be quite difficult if we don't relieve ourselves." You trail off. You don't want to have to explain any further. "Ah, of course I understand. However, I asked you to get into character, so I would ask you to stop thinking like a teenage boy for a day more. But I'm not unsympathetic to your needs. So there is of course an obvious solution." You sigh in relief as she heads over to her desk and unlocks a draw. She leans down and pulls out - a dildo. <img src="images/treetham/office/dildo.jpg"> "You are welcome to relieve yourself with this, I think it will give you a once in a lifetime insight into your character, as well as giving you your relief and all without needing to take off your cage." She holds the dildo out facing menacingly towards you. She can't be serious. What do you do? [[Accept->loo dildo]] <<if $horny > 4>> You are too horny to refuse! <<else>><<if $day4beforeClass>> [[Refuse and head to class->go to class]] <<else>> [[Refuse and go finish lunch->eat lunch alone]] <</if>><</if>>

<<set $day4beforeClass = false>> You walk into the cafeteria, you look around but can't spot Clara or Theo. So you just take a seat alone. The hall is hot, there's no air conditioning in here and it's making you sweat. <img src="images/tutor/lunchgirls.jpg"> <<if $horny > 1 && $chastity>> You find yourself looking around at all the girls in their short summer skirts. You feel the warm blood begin to head out to your cock, followed of course by the immediate pain of the cage crushing your struggling dick. You need release. [[Go see Ms Treetham.->go see treetham for release]] <<else>> You try to ignore the various cute girls around you and focus on quickly eating your lunch. [[Eat alone->eat lunch alone]] <</if>>

<<set $horny = 0>> You hesitantly take the dildo from your teacher. She's smiling like the winner of a chess match. "You can use the staff toilet. If you need some privacy." You nod, too embarrassed to say anything. You scurry off to the loo, quickly locking it and hoping no-one saw you go in. You take another look at the dildo. It's so scary and looks far too big. But people put them up their arses right? You're not completely naive you know about the prostate. The bottom of the dildo has a suction cup on it. You put the toilet seat down and stick the plastic cock on it. You pull your trousers and panties down and contemplate your life. But you can see your cock still straining against its cage and know you have to get release. You pour a handful of soap from the dispenser into your hand and proceed to lube up the dildo. Even having your hand glide up and down the ribbed surface feels debased, so you take your hand away and instead reach round to your arsehole. You rub just the outside of it, trying to not feel like you're teasing it. You're just getting lubed up, right? A finger slips inside, the sensation is unreal, sexual and not sexual, violating but somehow comfortable. You spread the soap around. Soap can be used as a lube, right? When everything's as slippery as it could be you push yourself on to the seat, and line up your arsehole with the tip of the dildo. You need this release. You push down. The point of the dildo presses into your arsehole and stops. Shit, you knew it was too big. You try to adjust position to get it off, but then you slip, your full weight skewers you on to the dildo and you slide down it letting out a shocked involuntary moan. The sensation before was nothing. You are filled. You are violated. And yet your cock continues to strain against the cage. You try to remain perfectly still as your arsehole spasms against the invading dildo. Very carefully you pull yourself up and now suddenly as you do so you feel the pleasure hit you. A warm wave blasts through you from cock to skull, wiping your mind clean. You take a second to slide back down and catch your breath. As you do you feel the tip of the dildo hit something inside you ad the wave of pleasure rides again. You want to free your cock so bad. You need to. You want to beg to someone. But some small degree of common sense prevents you. You bounce again, trying to recapture that pleasure wave. <img src="images/treetham/office/solo.jpg"> It's there, just hiding slightly, you continue to bounce on the dildo. Seeking that sweet rush of sexual pleasure. As you do so you start thinking dirty thoughts. You're such a slut. Ms Treetham has made you her bitch. Look what she's made you do. Look at you bouncing on a dildo like a whore. She's made you a whore and you love it. Bounce, bitch, bounce! You push down and wiggle your arse feeling the rub on your prostate. The pain is almost gone. The pleasure is all encompassing. You feel the prostate twitch, an orgasm like none other flowing through you. It hits your dick and then stops like a truck hitting a wall, you let out a high pitched gasp. You look down and somehow you're cumming out of your semi hard caged cock. You can feel the liquid drip from you and down your trousers. But the normal pleasure of release is missing. Instead your legs shake and your whole hole spasms. You're almost crying as you pull yourself free and pop the dildo out your ass. You do your best to clean up the mess, before opening the toilet door. Outside the door your maths teacher is standing. You have no idea what her expression means or how much she heard, you don't leave time to find out. You run away. <<if $day4beforeClass>> [[Run to class->go to class]] <<else>> [[Skip lunch->dress rehearsal]] <</if>>

You are responsible and pay attention in class. You knuckle down and focus. You don't get distracted by your teachers low top. <<if $horny > 1>> <img src="images/tutor/distraction.jpg"> -Oh wait, you're too horny. You have to stare. You have to imagine your face buried in them. <</if>>And You don't get distracted by the girls in your class, laughing, flirting, enjoying their last few days of high school. <<if $horny > 1>> <img src="images/tutor/girls.png"> -except you do. You really do. Why are all the girls at this school so hot. How are you expected to get any work done. It's lunch time and you've learnt nothing other than you would kill for a sweet release right now. Orgasm or death or lunch I guess. <<else>> <<set $study += 1>> Today you are not a horny teenage boy, but a studious teenage man!<</if>> [[Go to cafeteria->lunch day 4]]

You eat a sandwich and a strawberry yoghurt. The yoghurt is delicious, creamy and sweet and pink. But you feel guilty enjoying it. Because it's not manly enough. You can't even eat a goddamn yoghurt now without worrying about your sexuality. <<if $gossip > -1>> As you finish up your food a girl slides up next to you, you recognise her from one of your classes but you've never talked to her. <img src="images/bex/stand.jpg"> <<set $day4bexMet = true>> "Hey, $name, I'm Bex." She begins. You nod, "Yep, I know." She smiles, but it's professional, not friendly. "Right, so I'm on the school paper and I'm writing up an article about the end of term play and when I heard about your brave choice to take on a female role. Well I had to talk to you." She takes a seat. <img src="images/bex/interview1.jpg"> [[Play up how secure you are.->brag]] [[Explain you didn't have much choice.->be meek]] <<else>> [[Finish up->dress rehearsal]] <</if>>

The rest of the day passes quickly like sand poured through fingers. The looming threat of the dress rehearsal always on your mind. All too soon the day is done and you walk the short walk down to the wardrobe back stage. <img src="images/locations/hallway.png"> As you reach the door you find Chelsea, pacing the halls, scrunching her hand into a ball and out. <img src="images/chelsea/day4hall/anxious.jpg"> <<if $chelseaScore > 1 || $horny > 2>> She freezes when she sees you and then immediately puts on a broad smile. "Oh, hey $name, didn't see you there." <<if $horny > 2>> As you fumble for a response your eyes drift south, directed down her tight top and suddenly captivated by her magnificent chest. You feel the strain in your pants. Your filthy subconscious takes over and imagines burying your face between her beautiful tits. <img src="images/chelsea/day4hall/lookdown.jpg"> [[$name!->look down her top]] <<else>> <<if $day3CallChelsea>> You see the vulnerability there, behind the ever bubbly attitude is a girl with the same nerves as you. <</if>> [[Maybe you should go in for the hug?->give her a hug]] What she needs from you now is to hear something reassuring. [[try reassuring words]] <</if>> <<else>> [[Enter wardrobe->start dress rehearsal]] <</if>>

"Well you see Bex, there are so many boys out there who are limited by society's assumptions. I guess I'm just a bit more adventurous." "So you wanted to do this." "Of course. We have to be willing to explore the human condition from every angle." "And the cross-dressing doesn't bother you." "Who's afraid of clothes?" "Do you get off on it?" "-what?" She leans in. <img src="images/bex/stare.jpg"> "Are you like, some sort of pervert, is this a sexual thing?" "What? No. I just-" Bex is scribbling notes, you see the word pervert underlined. "I'm not a pervert." You hiss. She looks up at you with a grin. "That's not what I've got written here." "You just wrote that!" She moves her hand to her mouth mocking an oops face, "Oh dear." "You can't call me a pervert in the school paper." "That's the fun thing," She giggles, "I can, and what's more I've got tickets to tomorrow night. So I'm going to get lots of pictures to go with my article." You have to force yourself to keep silent as she laughs at you. You sit there mouth shut and glaring. She leans forwards taps you on the cheek then gets up and walks away clearly in a fantastic mood. Just another psycho bitch you'll be glad to see the back of. You think as you check out the back of her. <<set $gossip += 1>> [[Finish lunch->dress rehearsal]]

"Yeah, actually as it happened, I didn't really have a choice. I need the extra credits to pass the year and there was only one role available." She looks surprised. "Couldn't they rewrite the character to be a man?" You shrug, "No, wouldn't really make sense in the context." "Fuck, so they're basically making you cross-dress against your will." "Yeah, pretty much." "That's messed up. How does it feel, to be made to do that, to be dressed up?" <img src="images/bex/interview2.jpg"> Her pen is gliding over her skin as she talks, it lingers in front of her chest and you can't help but look. "I, um, honestly? It's humiliating." "Humiliating." She repeats, mulling the word over. She reaches over and touches your hand. "You know, I have tickets to see the show, I'll be reviewing it." Why is so fucking hot in here? "Uh-huh. I, um, hope you enjoy it." "Even if I'm watching you be humiliated?" "Well, I, um" What kind of answer does she want? <img src="images/bex/stare.jpg"> She's staring intensely, you can't think of answer, but you're finding yourself aroused and thats the last thing you want. She can see it too, your face turning red, the sweat on your brow. "Maybe." She continues. "I will enjoy watching you be humiliated." She immediately drops her stare and breaks into laughter. "Just kidding $name! I will however make sure I get lots of pictures for the paper!" You have to force yourself to keep silent as she laughs at you. You sit there mouth shut and glaring. She leans forwards taps you on the cheek then gets up and walks away, clearly in a fantastic mood. Just another psycho bitch you'll be glad to see the back of. You think as you check out the back of her. <<set $horny += 1>> [[Finish lunch->dress rehearsal]]

<<set $chelseaScore -= 2>> You look back up. She's staring at you, her eyes wide and her lips curled in disgust. "Were you just staring down my top?" She asks. "Um- I was just -" "Oh my god! This is not what I need right now! You are such a cock!" She snarls at you. [[Enter backstage->start dress rehearsal]]

<<set $chelseaScore += 1>> "Hey, don't worry." You say confidently and lean in for the hug. At first you think she's going to back off, but instead she leans in to. Wrapping her soft arms around you. Hugging you warmly. "You're going to be great. You are so ready for this." You say as she holds you. "Thanks." She pulls back and you can now see a real smile, shy and happy. "I needed that." <img src="images/chelsea/day4hall/thanks.jpg"> "Any time." You say casually, but she nods. "You know, there's something pretty special about you." She takes your hand for a second and you head backstage together. [[Enter backstage->start dress rehearsal]]

"Hey, don't worry, you'll be great." You say. The fake smile doesn't leave her face. "Thanks for saying that, you'll be great too!" You try again. "I mean it, I think you'll do great." The smile falters for a second. "Oh, well, thanks, that means a lot." You nod and then the two of you head backstage. [[Enter backstage->start dress rehearsal]]

Everything is go backstage. Lots of your fellow actors are already in costume. The stage crew are checking the equipment and everyone seems a little on edge. There's only one person who seems calm. Ms Treetham. <img src="images/treetham/day4greeting.jpg"> She spots the two of you in the doorway and beckons you and Chelsea over. "Ah, the star of my show." She says, presumably to Chelsea. "Are you ready to transform for me tonight?" Chelsea nods confidently. She seems to have pulled herself together. "And you, $name?" You nod obediently too. You are far too far in to try to back out now. <<if $day3grantSnubbed>> "Oh, one thing, I was talking to Grant earlier about the transition between the dance scene and the alley scene. He was worried that the audience wouldn't understand the implication of what had happened. He had this clever suggestion that we could imply the sexual situation with some silhouettes. So we're going to try that tonight. Don't worry, I'll talk you through it." You're not sure what she means but you don't have time to ask as <</if>>Chelsea grabs you and marches you off into wardrobe. <img src="images/locations/wardrobe.jpg"> You quickly find Maisey who seems remarkably calm compared to everyone else, a giddy smile on her face. "Chels, you going to get changed here?" <<if $chelseaScore > 3>> Chelsea smiles, "Of course, we're all on the same team here." Then, before your disbelieving eyes she pulls up her top, revealing her gorgeous tits like it meant nothing at all. You stood transfixed as she casually slipped her skirt down and almost posed for a second, bent over, to grab it off the floor. <img src="images/chelsea/day4hall/change.jpg"> She then fetched her costume from the rack. "Shouldn't you be getting ready too?" She asked with a wink to your stunned observance. "Yes, of course." <<else>> Chelsea frowned. "Well, I'm not getting changed with him around!" <</if>> [[Look at Maisey->maisey_work]]

<img src="images/maisey/items/mirror.jpg"> Oh God, she's actually gone and done it. You stare at your reflection in disbelief, it's hard to believe the woman staring back at you is really you. "Oh my god, you look so hot!" Maisey giggles and hugs you as you sit there stunned. Are you really going to go out in front of the whole school dressed like this. Maybe it will be alright, who would recognise you? You take a second to pose for your reflection, to Maisey's delight. You gently feel your body, testing the fake boobs and the fabric of the lingerie, trying to adjust your movements to be believably feminine. Maisey claps joyfully and then runs off to fetch your dress and heels. <img src="images/maisey/compare2.png"> She returns with a couple of new dresses you haven't seen before, somehow they're even sluttier than the last outfit. Maisey lifts them to show you, "Ms Treetham said she didn't like your choice, so I'm to choose for you." She looks you over. "Purple is your colour, I think." You nod. The fight in you almost gone. Maisey helps you into the dress, zipping you up. The short hem barely hides your panties and of course your shameful little bulge. You put on the heels and slowly wobble to the backstage. [[start dress rehearsal positions]] <<set $profile = "goth">> <<set $top = "bra">> <<set $underwear = "thong">> <<set $bottom = "">>

<img src="images/treetham/day4look.jpg"><<set $top = "dress">> You walk backstage, passing Ms Treetham. She looks you up and down, greedily, like you're a spread of fast food after a night out. "Nice." "Thanks," You say shyly. Without asking permission, she reaches forward and gropes one of your foam tits. "Interesting. Very convincing. All the boys will want a piece of you." You catch the cruel smile on her lips as she sees your terrified expression, she makes no effort to hide it, before leaving you to find a seat. You sit quietly at the back of the backstage area. You can just see the back of the stage. <<if $chelseaScore > 3>> Chelsea spots you and runs over, she's wearing denim shorts and a checkered shirt. She pauses and gives you a twirl <img src="images/chelsea/country/twirl.jpg"> and then takes the seat next to you. "Almost didn't recognise you there!" She laughes. You nod. "Don't think I recognise myself." "Oh!" She puts her hand on your leg, "But I think you look fantastic, you're like, super hot!" "Um, thanks! You too, obviously." "Obviously?" "Yeah, I mean, you're obviously hot, goes without saying." She giggles. "You can say it anyway." "Uh, okay, you're super hot!" "Thanks!" She leans forwards and kisses you on the cheek, "I gotta go now, we're about to start." <<else>> You sit alone, looking nervously around, other actors are waiting in position. Some catch your eye, you see giggles from the girls and sneers from the boys. Though amongst them a couple of lusty looks. Scanning down your body. You look down, hoping in the darkness no-one can see how bright red you've turned. <img src="images/chelsea/country/alook.jpg"> The show starts and you see Chelsea on stage, looking fine in her country girl getup. <</if>> You had never bothered paying much attention to the plot of the play before, it seemed a little cliche. Country girl dreams of going to the big city and becoming a star. Decides to leave behind her friends and family and make it on her own. Eventually after seeing the dark side of the city she realises that being true to her roots is more important and heads home. Chelsea plays her role with boundless energy, running around looking all shocked and doe-eyed. You politely applaud at the end of each of her scenes. There's a pause for everyone to get a drink when the intermission would be. You haven't even had your scenes yet. Chelsea has to run off and get changed for the second part. <<if $day3grantSnubbed>> Treetham calls you over. "Right, you remember your positions?" You nod. "So, we're making a slight change." She gestures to the side of the stage, there a cut out piece of cardboard on a wooden rod sticks out from behind the curtain. The shape of the cardboard while a little small is unmistakeable. It's a cock. Behind it sits a light. "So what we're going to do is shine that light in front on to the back curtain and then before the alley scene you kneel there and move back and forth. Make sure your shadow is correctly lined up." "Really?" You mumble. "Come now, Gemma, it's just a trick of the light. I'm not asking you to suck off a guy on stage." "I don't want to-" She smiles, "You don't want to do any of this do you. Yet here you are dressed up as a whore. Now go out there and act like one."<</if>> [[start your scene]]

<<if $lines < 1>><<set $day4LineTime = 12>><<set $day4LineReveal = 4>><</if>> <<if $lines == 1>><<set $day4LineTime = 15>><<set $day4LineReveal = 3>><</if>> <<if $lines > 1>><<set $day4LineTime = 25>><<set $day4LineReveal = 2>><</if>> <img src="images/locations/stage.jpg"> You go to the stage and get in position behind the curtain, looking over the other side <<if $lines < 1>><<set $day2LineTime = 12>><<set $day2LineReveal = 4>><</if>> <<if $lines == 1>><<set $day2LineTime = 15>><<set $day2LineReveal = 3>><</if>> <<if $lines > 1>><<set $day2LineTime = 25>><<set $day2LineReveal = 2>><</if>>You see Chelsea in position, for the first time you get to see her act two outfit. A sheer black dress that hugs her body, the illusion of transparency, showing the dual nature of her character's transformation from innocent country girl to corrupt yet vulnerable party animal. It also shows her tits. <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/d4clutch.jpg"> <<if $chastity && $horny > 2>> You thank god for the chastity belt stopping your dick from popping out under your skirt. Why are you so fucking horny? <<else>> You find yourself staring at her, desperately hoping you won't get a hard-on under your dress.<</if>> The scene starts. Chelsea is sent over to meet you, you are dancing to yourself. <<button "She looks up at you">><<script>> let options = [ "Hey, Chelsea, right? You must be Grant's new friend?", "Hey, Beth, right? You must be Grant's new friend?", "Hey, Beth, right? You must be Antonio's new friend?", "Hey, Chelsea, right? You must be Antonio's new friend?" ] setup.optionator(options, State.variables.day4LineTime, State.variables.day4LineReveal, "dance2", "Hey girl", 2) <</script>> <</button>> <div id="timerblock"></div> <div id="answerblock"></div> <div id="nextblock"></div>

"$lastEntered"<<if !$lastCorrect>><<set $day4lines -= 1>><</if>> "Sure I am - so I must be in the right place?" Chelsea says with a country twang before joining you in dancing. <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/d4dance.jpg"> Together you practice the moves from before. <<if $day3CallChelsea>> Then as you agreed she begins to grind up against you. First with her ass rubbing against your crotch then spinning around and dancing chest to chest. You can feel her boobs push up against your fake tits, her warm body gyrating against yours. <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/d4sway.gif"> <</if>> You get so wrapped up in the 'dancing' you almost forget your next line. <<button "Say...">><<script>> let options = [ "You sure are, let me show you how city girls fuck.", "You sure are, let me show you how city girls do it.", "You sure are, let me show you how city girls party." ] setup.optionator(options, State.variables.day4LineTime, State.variables.day4LineReveal, "drug", "Hey girl", 2) <</script>> <</button>> <div id="timerblock"></div> <div id="answerblock"></div> <div id="nextblock"></div>

"$lastEntered"<<if $lastCorrect>><<set $day4lines += 1>><</if>> The first scene ends and you exit the stage. There, Maisey pulls you back a second, she reaches forward and squeezes an eyedropper into your face. You blink, feeling the droplets of water flow down across your thick makeup. Maisey then grabs at your wig and musses it up. <img src="images/stage/smeared3.png"> "Perfect." She grins and gives you a little pat on the bum. "Now, quickly back into place." <<if $day3grantSnubbed>> You gulp, you absolutely do not want to do this but what choice do you have. [[go behind stage curtain]] <<else>>You head back to your position stage right. [[wait for next scene]]<</if>> <<set $profile = "smeared">>

You head behind the curtain and get down to your knees just in front of the light. You can see Grant just off stage grinning like the asshole he was. The floor light switched on, almost blinding you. <img src="images/stage/light.jpg"> Theoretically to the audience you now appeared as just a shadow. You felt like you looked much more like a slut on hands and knees with a bright light in your face. You move yourself forwards and back in front of the cardboard cock cutout. [[mime bj]]

<img src="images/stage/still.jpg"> You let your mouth hang open and wiggle your tongue in the air. This seems to take forever before you get the signal to turn over as the next scene starts. You move forward into the crying position as the light goes out and the cardboard cock is moved away. [[Start next scene->enter scene 2]]

You move forward into the crying position beside the alley. You look across and see Chelsea <<if $chelseaScore > 0>> She smiles and gives you a thumbs up. <<else>> She flips you off.<</if>> [[Start next scene->enter scene 2]]

Somehow the act of pretending to be a humiliated girl, used and abused, comes quite naturally to you now. Grant and Chelsea finish their lines, he walks across the stage. He looks down at you huddled in the corner. He grips your chin and then mock slaps you before walking off. Chelsea runs over to you as he exits. <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/d4lean.jpg"> "Gemma!" She gasps as if genuinely upset, "Are you okay?" <<button "Respond">><<script>> let options = [ "Sure, Chelsea, it's another night in paradise.", "Sure, I'm just a whore.", "Sure, hun, just another night in paradise", "Sure, hun, I love being used." ] setup.optionator(options, State.variables.day4LineTime, State.variables.day4LineReveal, "dr-scene2", "Sure, I guess", 2) <</script>> <</button>> <div id="timerblock"></div> <div id="answerblock"></div> <div id="nextblock"></div>

"$lastEntered"<<if $lastCorrect>><<set $day4lines += 1>><</if>> You finish the scene, the lights go down and you actually crawl across the stage to get back behind the side curtain. You sit back in the darkness, feeling your pulse racing. Other actors push pass you, getting in position for their next scene. You see Grant catch your eye, he sneers at you. You try to correct your messed up dress and push the wig back into place. You get to your feet and stagger on to your heels, tiptoeing with little clicks back to your seat. [[Watch the rest of the rehearsal->crawl away]]

As you watch the culmination of the play, the soaring music, as Chelsea's character realises there's no place like home - you too realise something. You've humiliated yourself for this shit. Ms Treetham takes the seat next you and politely claps as the main characters practice their bows. <<if $day4lines < 2>> <img src="images/treetham/day4look.jpg"> "Still struggling to learn your lines?" She mutters in your ear. "I'll have it down tomorrow." You state, attempting confidence. "No you won't." The reply is so casual but so certain, you can't help but turn to look at her. She maintains her watch on the stage, but whispers on. "Oh, now $name, if you were the kind of boy who lived up to his promises you wouldn't be here now." You look down at your tits and don't argue. "I think you need to understand what a path of failure really means for someone like you. You will stay after the others have left and I will give you your most important lesson." You find yourself nodding again, almost obediently. [[Wait for others to leave->mz treetham takes you aside.]] <<else>> "Not bad at all" She mutters in your ear. "Oh, thanks," You say sheepishly. "Not perfect of course." "I think I'll have it by tomorrow." You suggest. "I'm not worried about you having your lines down, I'm worried about you being unable to sell yourself as the character." She grins, that sounded like a threat. "Oh, um, any suggestions?" You immediately regret asking that. She leans over putting one arm around your shoulder and pulling you close. Then, she slides her hands up your midriff, there she gropes your tits, squeezing the silicone firmly. "I did actually have one suggestion. I'd like you to wear this outfit tonight and tomorrow. I'd like you to do your best convincing everyone you meet that you're a different person entirely - a cute party girl." "You want me out like this? Tomorrow?" "Yes, don't worry Maisey will clear you up before the performance, also I wouldn't try to cheat, I think you know how obvious it will be to her if you try to put on your get-up on your own." "I - I don't want to do this." <img src="images/treetham/day4order.jpg"> A broad smile stretches across her face, she moves her hand up to clasp your cheeks together. "You are the girl who cried wolf. You say no to everything I tell you. And yet, you will do as I say. Well I don't believe you any more. I think you love this, you horny little bitch. Now run off home and stay in character." [[shock]]<</if>>

The other actors all get dressed and head off, arm in arm. They've spent months getting ready for this, their great triumph, but you're not part of the team. You catch a look from Chelsea as she goes, <<if $chelseaScore > 2>>for a second she looks sad, like she's been betrayed by your failure, but you see her flick her head back, shaking off any last concern for you and heading away. <<else>>you see the look of disdain in her eyes. Followed by a cruel sneer. She's realised whatever problems you've caused the show, are nothing compared to the upcoming problems in your life. Chelsea gives you a wink and bounces away.<</if>> You're left alone with Ms Treetham, who sits silently reading her notes. "Can I get changed?" You ask, still self conscious in your slutty get-up. "Why?" "Um," You look down at your plastic cleavage and tight dress. "You know, to look normal?" "Are women abnormal?" She asks curtly. "Well, no, but for me, this isn't-" "When I took you on, you promised you'd give this part everything. And yet you still resist, at every turn. You don't concentrate, you don't learn your lines. You have six lines. How can you not have them down?" "I have! I just-" "Just what?" "This isn't something I'm comfortable with." <img src="images/treetham/day4order.jpg"> "This again. This a-fucking-gain. You're sitting there, dressed like that, telling me your not comfortable?! Are you so desperate to pretend to be this fictional macho dude, that you'll sabotage my play and any chance you have of graduating?" "I'm not pretending, I am, y'know, a boy. This is hard for me." "If you were a decent actor I'd have had you in my shows years ago. But you're not. This whole fear of being feminine is laughably transparent." You shake your head. She scowls, her calm sternness replaced for a second with a hot burst of anger. "So be it. If you have to be broken in, I'll break you. I'm not losing my show to your bullshit. Clean yourself up and grab your coat, we're leaving." [[Do as you're told->go to bdsm club]]

<<set $profile = "hot">> You grab your bag of clothes and leave, you stop by the toilet on your way out, to fix yourself up. You take a second to ponder between men and women's, eventually choosing the women's. After all you were supposed to be getting into character. You take a second to clear the fake tear stains and fix everything that's out of place. You wish you could fix the makeup properly but that will have to do. As you go to leave you run into Chelsea. <img src="images/chelsea/club/toiletshock.jpg"> "Oh, $name, it's you, trying out the girls' toilets, eh?" You tell her about Treethams demands. <<if $chelseaScore > 5>> "Oh, that's different, are you okay with that?" She gives you a little hug. "I'm not sure I'm totally comfortable with it actually." "Hey, I have idea, I'm going out dancing tonight, why don't I take you out with me, make you forget about it!" "Out, like this? Around other people?" "Oh, yeah, maybe not, but it would be, like, a totally real experience!" [["Okay, let's do it!"->clubbing with chelsea]] [["Sorry, but that's way out of my comfort zone"->leave drama hall]] <<else>> "Wait so you have to stay like this all tonight and tomorrow?" "Yeah-" <<if $chelseaScore > 1>> "Well, good luck, with that." She lingers for a second as if tempted to ask you something else, but decides better of it and heads off. <<else>> "Oh my god, that is hilarious!" She pulls out her phone, "Smile $name!" She takes a photo of you. "Wait why'd you do that?" "Um, do you think I'm not texting my friends about this. This is some funny shit. Have a good night, loser." She walks away tapping at her phone. <</if>> [[Leave school->leave drama hall]] <</if>>

<<set $day4chelsea = true>> <img src="images/chelsea/club/toilethappy.jpg"> Chelsea claps, "Okay, awesome, let's go back to mine and get ready!" She grabs you by the hand and you run out of the washroom towards the school parking lot. You can't help giggling with Chelsea, her peppy energy is somehow infectious. She drives you back the short distance to her place. You realise you're outside in your costume, the last of the longer summer daylight lingers in the sky. Anyone could see you in the car, but could they recognise you? <img src="images/chelsea/house.jpg"> Chelsea lived in a pokey terrace house in town, the two of you entered and were instantly stopped by her Mum, a tall blonde woman, wearing a figure hugging turqoise dress, she looked at you with a mischievous smile and a twinkle in her eye. <img src="images/chelsea/mum/greeting.jpg"> "Hey Chels, who's your friend?" "Oh, this is Gemma. She's also in the play." "Pleased to meet you Gemma." She says to you. You blush, you know if you try to respond normally you'll give the game away. You put on a quiet squeaky voice, "Nice to meet you too." You say meekly. Chelsea's Mum pats you on the shoulder and gives you a broad smile. "No need to be scared around me, now you girls go have fun." You follow Chelsea upstairs. As soon as you're in her room she starts removing her top and sweat pants, till she's down to just her underwear. <img src="images/chelsea/club/bra.jpg"> "Guess you don't have anything to change into? Well don't worry you look hot like that!" She doesn't start to get dressed again instead she heads to a little cabinet beside her bed and pulls out a bottle of pink malibu. She catches your expression, "We're pre-drinking, duh!" "Of course." You agree, as if your loser ass had ever gone proper clubbing before. She pours two tumblers full of the glowing pink drink and offers one up to you. You take it carefully, making sure not to spill any on the dress as you take a delicate sip. The drink is sweet as fuck, sickly coconut cream and peach, you can barely taste the rum over the sugar. <img src="images/chelsea/club/drink.jpg"> "Good, huh?" "It kinda is." You drink some more, something about the sweetness makes you more thirsty. Even though you're only taking small sips you find yourself rapidly draining the glass. "Wooo!" Chelsea cheers, downing hers. "Woo!" You try less convincingly, causing her to burst into laughter. "You are so funny Gem, here have some more." She tops your glass up. "Cheers." "Right, I better get ready." What followed was two hours of Chelsea bouncing up and down, grabbing clothes and trying them on, asking your opinion, before rejecting them and taking them off again, like you were caught in some sort of 'Groundhog Day' strip tease. You weren't complaining. You were drinking and the booze on your empty stomach was starting to take effect. You found yourself giggling more, your head was dizzy and somehow everything was hilarious. "Oh my God, we should hurry." Chelsea suddenly decides. Sticking with the fantastically short dress she'd chosen. "I need to fix your make-up before we leave." She grabs her kit and leaps on to your lap, in fits of giggles as she applied thick strokes of make-up to your face. When she gets off you get up to check yourself. Chelsea had even less restraint than Maisey. You were wearing more slap than a pornstar. "Perfect! Let's go!" [[Make your way to the club!->Make out on the dancefloor]]

You shuffle out of school as quick as you can dressed in your character's tight dress and heels. Staggering, but just about keeping your composure. As you walk through the streets in full drag you spot people looking at you. They must know. What must they think? <<if $day4claraInvite>> Then you remember, you promised Clara you'd go see her after rehearsal. You look down, checking out the perfect makeup job on your fake tits. <img src="images/clara/cunni/fpov.jpg"> If you were to remove them tonight, Maisey would know tomorrow. You wouldn't get your credit from Ms Treetham and you'd end up as a toothless beggar living under a bridge. On the other hand if you go over like this Clara will rip the piss out of you. [[Visit Clara in drag->go over to Claras]] Alternatively,<</if>> You head home as quick as you can, you just need to get out of sight as soon as possible [[Get home->go home day 4]]

Nervously you knock on Clara's door. You find yourself taking a shy girly stance, almost naturally. The door opens. It's Clara's Mum. At first she's shocked at seeing you, a tarted up girl, dressed up for clubbing, a timid face under a trowel's worth of makeup. But she smiles politely. "Yes?" <img src="images/clara/mum/door2.jpg"> "Um, can I see Clara?" You ask, in as girly voice as you can muster, squeaky and high pitched and maybe just convincing enough. "Oh, of course, who shall I say is visiting?" Shit, you can't use your own name. You try to smile sweetly, "Oh, say it's Gemma, $name's girlfriend." She nods and leaves, going upstairs to fetch her daughter. You overhear some confused yelling, followed by some rapid footsteps as someone runs downstairs. The door swings open, Clara is mid-sentence, "And since when did $name have a girl-" <img src="images/clara/cunni/greetings.jpg"> She stops, she focuses on your face, her eyes flicking about making sure she hadn't made a mistake. "Oh. Gemma! Right! Why don't you come upstairs?" She grabs you and rushes you up to her room, slamming the door behind you. Her mouth hangs open, "Oh my God. This is amazing. Look at you. Look. At. You." "Oh, be quiet." "Literally never. This is the best thing that's ever happened to me, I mean look at you, you're a whore. They made you into a whore." "I'm not a whore. I'm just playing a character." "Who is a whore." "Well, yes, that's implied. But I'm not a whore." "Do you want to cross-dress as a sexy slut?" "God no." "And yet your doing it in exchange for school credits. So you are, in fact, such a whore!" You shake your head and roll your eyes. Clara sneaks over to join you on the bed and, as you look away, proceeds to grope your fake titties. "Get off!" "Amazing!" You say, "I thought you'd appreciate seeing my like this, but I think I might get changed back into my real clothes now that I've let you get an early viewing." "No way! You've got to stay like this!" Do you really want to stay dressed up as a girl till tomorrow - can you trust Clara not to make things even more humiliating? [[Get changed.->Go upstairs to change]] Or perhaps you should just [[own it]]

<<set $day4late = false>> You sneak in to your house and run upstairs, locking your bedroom door. The last thing you want is awkward questions from your parents. <img src="images/locations/room.jpg"> You look down at your breasts. It is kind of hot. You could play with them a bit. [[Maybe have a wank?->d4wank]] Alternatively what you should do is study for that exam you have tomorrow! [[study->d4study]] Or perhaps you should ignore Ms Treetham's orders and get out of this silly costume and [[Remove fake tits]]

<<if $chastity>> You look down at your caged cock. You have no way to get yourself off. <img src="images/material/lookdown.jpg"> [[unless...->super shameful wank]] <<else>> You jump on to your laptop desperate for a release [[Look for porn->shame wank]] <</if>>

<<set $study += 1>> You feel a bit stupid sitting there dressed like a slut, studying for your finals, but you make some progress. Now it's getting late, and you look down. Do you really want to sleep like this? You could [[Remove fake tits]] Or [[Sleep with them->d4sleep]]

<<if $day4chelsea>><<set $top = "naked">> You find Chelsea pulling herself close to you as you sleep. You snuggle in to her warm embrace. <<else>> <<if !$day4endMale>><<set $top = "naked">>You struggle to find a comfortable position to sleep in. You normally sleep on your front but your fake tits block you and you end up tossing and turning as the weight moves around. You settle on your back and eventually make it to sleep. <<else>> You quickly doze off.<</if>><</if>> <<if $horny > 0>> You feel the strain on your dick as you dream, perverted thoughts enter your mind. Your dreams are confused and disturbing. <img src="images/dreams/day4/1.gif"> <img src="images/dreams/day4/2.gif"> <img src="images/dreams/day4/3.gif"> <img src="images/dreams/day4/4.gif"> <img src="images/dreams/day4/5.gif"> <img src="images/dreams/day4/6.gif"> <</if>> [[Wake up->d4wake]]

<<set $profile = "hot">> She holds you by the hand as she marches you out of school. You wobble on your heels, clicking and clacking out the door and down the tarmac to Ms Treetham's car. You slide in the passenger side, your dress rides up and you can feel the cool leather against your bare ass cheeks. Treetham gets in the driving seat and pulls the car out as you still struggle to pull the seat belt out past your big titties. <img src="images/dungeon/seatbelt.jpg"> She accelerates off, keeping in silence. You sink down into your seat hoping no-one can see you in the dark of the night. You can tell she's driving into town, until she makes a turn and you no longer recognise the street, but the buildings look worse for wear and the bars look very cheap. Treetham parks the car up into a mostly empty lot and turns to look at you, shivering, in your slutty little get-up. She takes out a damp pad and leans forward to wipe away the smeared makeup under your eyes. You say nothing as she carefully reapplies foundation, concealer and eyeshadow. She pulls your face side to side to check her finished result, which she seems happy with. "Where are we?" You finally get the guts to ask. "We're somewhere I can teach you a lesson. It's a simple lesson. It's that your problem was never about whether you're a boy or a girl, but about whether you're a winner or a loser. And what happens to life's losers and why you don't want it to happen to you. Now get out the car." You obey, opening the door and pulling yourself up. You find yourself shaking in the cool night air, the cold breeze punishing your bare shoulders and slipping up between your legs, chilling your nethers. "Hurry up and get inside, girl." Ms Treetham orders, gesturing to an unmarked door in the side of the building ahead. <img src="images/locations/secretdoor.jpg"> You do as your told. Scurrying along in your heels to the door. Passing two butch looking biker chicks who look down at you and chuckle as Treetham pushes you forwards. [[You open the door->enter club]]

The decor inside the doorway couldn't be more different from the outside, the walls were covered with red silken fabric, dangling tassels and fine wooden skirting. The hallway immediately plunged down into stairs, which you gingerly took, one step at a time, holding the wall for balance. As you turned the corner you bumped into a huge man, a foot taller than you. You almost fell into him as you lost your balance. Fortunately he reached out and with a large palm applied directly to your chest, he stopped you. Holding you in place, unfazed by his contact with your silicone tits. He didn't say anything. Treetham didn't say anything. They both seemed to be waiting on you. "Can I come in, please?" You ask. Your meek voice is girly, you don't know if that's on purpose or not. He smiles. "What a polite little girl you are." He says with a grin that you really don't like, you wish he'd move his hand too. He turns to Treetham. "Will it be one collar or two." She acts offended, "Just one, thank you." Collar? The bouncer gently pushes you back, then reaches down and grabs a dangling piece of leather from a box by his feet. He passes it to your teacher who shows it to you. <img src="images/dungeon/collar.jpg"> It's a studded leather collar, with a wide shiny buckle and the word SLUT stencilled across it. Treetham grins at you. "At least one of us has to wear it. It's a condition for going in." [[protest]] [[don't say anything]]

"I'm not wearing that!" You say. "I don't know where we are, but if you want to get us in so badly you can be the..." you pause. "Slut?" Offers the bouncer. "Yeah, the, um, slut." You mumble. Treetham raise a hand to brush your cheek, then flicks it back and slaps you hard. "Don't you ever use that word to describe anyone else. I am your teacher and you will respect me." You stand shocked that she actually hit you. You try to think of something to say, but stop when you see her hand raised again. "Yes Miss, sorry Miss." "Now we are way past pretending you're a real man. You will wear the collar." [[don't say anything]]

You say nothing. You've lost the ability to defend yourself. You plead with your eyes to her, like a lost puppy wanting to go home. And like a lost puppy you get what you need. Collared. <img src="images/dungeon/collared.jpg"> Treetham leans forwards and slides the leather strap round your neck, pulling it tight and clasping it from behind you. You feel from the movements she makes and your general lack of flexibility that you wouldn't be able to take it off. "Perfect!" She smiles at you. "And we have our slut!" Cheers the bouncer, stepping aside. "You girls have fun now." As you walk past him he takes the opportunity to grope your ass. You jump forward. He smiles as he closes the door behind the two of you. You are in a large underground club. You're standing on a balcony, looking over the dance floor, below you, you can see all manner of guests, some dancing, some lounging on plush recliners, some dressed in classy evening wear and others in revealing bikinis or skintight latex or almost naked with nothing but ropes and cuffs to wear. <img src="images/locations/clubfloor.jpg"> You can hear the techno music with a classical bent, but it can't be too loud because you're struggling to make it out over your own internal screaming. The smell of sweat, mixed with heady perfume is making you dizzy and you just want to turn and run away, but your legs don't seem to work any more. "Where are we?" You ask. Treetham smiles. "Welcome to Cursed Dreams, a social club for people with exotic pleasures." "Why are we here?" "I said, to teach you a lesson. To remove your pathetic belief, fueled by toxic masculinity, that you are unable to play the part of a woman. I plan to break you down and build you back up in time for tomorrow night." You really should run. "I want you to take one more thing from here. If you fail me tomorrow night. This place is waiting for you, there's always work here for someone like you." Before you can ask her what that means, you hear the click of high heels as someone approaches. [[Turn around.->follow treetham]]

<img src="images/dungeon/domme/intro.png"> You find yourself looking up at a tall asian woman, with long dark hair tipped with red dye. She's wearing a black lace slip top that has the illusion of transparency, making you sure that from just the right angle you could see her large bare breasts below. Her short lace skirt having a similar effect lower down. She smiles at you with curiousity. As you stand there speechless. Before turning to your teacher. "Hey Isabel, she's cute." You flush red being referred to as a girl so immediately by strangers. Treetham nods, "Isn't she just. I'm afraid however she's all looks and no brain." "Oh. Is this your problem student?" "She is." Treetham jabs you in the back. "Gemma, say hello to Vala." "Hi." You say, you find yourself defaulting to a meek feminine squeak. Vala approaches you, "Aww, so cute. It's hard to believe you're a difficult one." She slides her hand down under your dress, to your crotch and pulls on your cock and balls. <<if !$chastity>><<set $chastity = true>> She looks surprised and turns back to Treetham, <img src="images/dungeon/domme/thought.png"> "Naughty Izzy. You know the sluts can't be let free." "Free?" You ask. "Oh, I'm sorry cutie, but we're quite careful with you lot, we have to make sure while you're in our house you stay in control." "Control?" "Lie down." You do as told. Lying on the floor, face up, you try to push your dress back down to keep your modesty, but Vala's heel kicks at your hand and lifts the dress further up exposing your cock dangling out the side of your panties. You look up, a few other club goers are gathering around watching you. A man in a white mask runs up to Vala and hands her something. She holds it out in front of you. She mocks a pout, "Aw, don't worry, control is good for you." She's holding a steel cock cage. She leans down and grips your limp little dick tightly, pushing the cage down on top it. Feeding your junk inside before locking it with a loud click. Vala handed the little key to Ms Treetham, "Keep that safe now." Your teacher smiled. You pulled yourself back to your feet. Immediately struggling with the confining force on your privates. <<else>>The chastity cage bounced painfully in her grip. One bounce and she released. "Seems like she's well prepared." <</if>> Vala turned towards the stairs down from the balcony. Beckoning for the two of you to follow, "Now, shall we discuss your lesson plan?" Treetham pushes you forwards and you totter after her. As you carefully step down the staircase you see how the club works - hallways branch of the central gathering area and from them rooms. Many that you can see are just closed doors, but other rooms have wide viewing areas, exposing the activities inside. In the one room you can see into from your angle, a busty young girl is gagged and tied to a table, a suited man is casually drawing on her back. Vala takes a seat in one of the lounge chairs surrounding the dance floor. Treetham takes the other seat. That doesn't really leave room for you. As you look around. Treetham hisses at you. "On the floor obviously." You slide uncomfortably to the floor, looking up at their legs. <img src="images/dungeon/domme/kneel.png"> "So." Treetham begins to Vala, "She has two scenes. The club dancing and the aftermath." "Yep, that's what I remembered. I think we have two activities that should prepare her properly." "Fantastic, I can't thank you enough." "Thank me? You're the one loaning me your pet for free!" "Ah, that reminds me, if everything goes poorly and Gemma fails high school. Do you think you'd be able to find a permanent role for her here?" <img src="images/dungeon/domme/sit.png"> Vala gasps, "Oh well, yes, I'm sure we could. A cute little thing like her? Absolutely." Treetham looks down at you. "You hear that. You could become permanent fixture here." The threat is not veiled. She then turns back to Vala, "Go have fun." [[Vala leads you away]]

<<set $profile = "smeared">><<set $horny += 2>>You and your fellow slaves are ushered back from the stage and back into one of the side rooms. You pass Treetham who gives you a small nod of satisfaction. Inside the room, a couple more slaves sit and wait, one a thick buxom girl with her face concealed in a gas mask. Her friend, who was equally as naked, wearing naught but bondage straps and the standard issue collar, had a more toned body with more clearly fake tits, a real bolt on boob job and not entirely convincing considering the monstrous cock dangling between her legs. You'd never looked at shemale porn or anything, you'd certainly never seen anything like her. She spotted your look of shock and licked her lips at you. <img src="images/dungeon/mandy.jpg"> "Try not to drool." Vala teased, giving you a swift swat on your ass. "Now you kids have a little rest, I'll be back for you shortly." You hear on the lock on the door click as she leaves. Your little play room, like the other can be watched from the rafters, you are conscious that there's still a few people in the darkness up there, observing you. However your too sore to let it bother you. You collapse to the floor, wincing in pain from your poor abused behind. As you lie there and recover you watch your fellow slaves relax, the four of them cozy up together, the guy casually gropes the girls, who in turn get up and dance together, rubbing their tits against each other, there are some cheers from the unseen audience. You just watch as they all continue to relax and play with each other. It must be getting late. Almost eleven. You really should be at home, sleeping, preparing for the exam tomorrow and the show. But you're here in this bizarre fantasy world. You can't believe it's real and certainly can't see yourself working here. Especially if they expect you to dress like this. Or even get surgery like the girl lying in front of you. No way. Still what an experience, right? To do once. It is all kind of amazing. And you can't help but feel a little aroused inside your cage watching the slaves play. You're just about ready to ask if you can head home now when the door slides open and Vala saunters in. She approaches you, looking you up and down from your heels and stockings up past your panties and slipped down dress, your glistening fake tits and your slut collar. Your face is probably a slutty mess too, but at least you can't see that. "Hey, not joining in?" She asks. <img src="images/dungeon/domme/slaves.png"> You shake your head. She pouts. "Aw, we like it when our girls are a little more friendly." She takes your hand and leads you to the rest of the group. "Though I do understand, this is your first time." She stops and looks around the rafters. You can barely make out the people leaning over the walls but you can tell there's more gathering. "Now, $name, how do you feel about oral sex." She asks, sliding to her knees. You look down and see her reaching for a key to unlock your cock. She slides your panties to the side and slips your cage out, popping the lid and letting your dick bounce free. "I feel very good about it." You say. <img src="images/dungeon/domme/suck.png"> She grasps your cock and looks up at you. "You like the idea of a girl's lips, inches from a thick cock, just ready to taste it." She says moving forwards. [["Oh yeah."->bdsm_bj]]

<<set $day4clubbed = true>><<set $top = "dress">><<set $underwear = "chastity">> A half hour later and you're sitting in a quiet lobby, they gave you a towel but you won't feel clean till you have a chemical shower. You've pushed your dress back into place and sorted yourself out a bit, as well as stuffing the wad of cash down your bra for safe keeping. Other than that your brain is empty. It refuses to process the situation. Instead you're just waiting to wake up. Ms Treetham and Vala enter the room, chatting away. When your teacher sees you, she immediately claps her hands together. "Well, now there's my performer!" "She's got potential." Grinned Vala. "Well, we'll see." She looks back at you, unperturbed by the messy whore in front of her. "Come along now, Gemma. We shouldn't keep you up any longer. After all you have a show tomorrow." You stand up, feeling the weird tension on your ass still. You follow your teacher to the exit. She gives Vala a hug and then to you, "Say thank you to Mistress Vala." "Thank you Mistress Vala." You obey. "Good." As you leave the bouncer unclicks your slut collar. "Unless you want to keep it?" He offers. You shake your head. When you're in the car Treetham turns to you. "I think you understand what it means to be Gemma now? What the life of a sex-worker is? And at the very least I hope you'll no longer be so embarrassed when acting." True, after what you've done tonight, acting in a school show will be nothing. "You better be good tomorrow. If you fuck up again. You'll fail high school and then next time you're back here you'll be looking for full time work - it's the only way a little pervert like you will survive." She drives you back home and kicks you out the car. You stumble to your feet. [[Head to the door->go home after bdsm]]

<<set $top = "naked">><<set $profile = "wig">> It's late. There should be no way your parents will be awake. So you sneak in silently, crawling on your hands and knees to your room. When inside you lock the door. You strip out of your stained clothes. You stop when naked. The boobs are still attached to you, somehow Maisey's glue job has kept them on perfectly. Ms Treetham told you to come to school tomorrow still as a girl so you shouldn't remove them, right? You decide to take a much needed shower anyway, maybe they won't survive the water. In the shower you find your mind clearing as your body comes clean. <img src="images/material/shower.jpg"> Still no cleanliness will remove the taste of semen from your lips. <<if $horny > 2 >> You find the water flowing down your body, is causing your earlier arousal to return in full force. Your whole body feels suddenly warm and you crave the release that you've been denied all day. One hand grabs at a wet tit and the other reaches further downward. You stumble from the shower to your room. You need a release. <<if !$chastity>>Your hand fumbles for your cock as you spin up your laptop. [[Time to cum->shame wank]] <<else>> Your hand fumbles for your caged cock and you realise that of course you can't give yourself that release [[Unless...->super shameful wank]]<</if>> Alternatively you could if you try really hard ignore the urge? And focus on something else, for instance:<</if>> Impressively your boobs still look perfect even after showering. So what should you do? [[Remove fake tits]] [[Sleep with fake tits->d4sleep]]

You open up the first link on PornHub, you don't even look at it. You're already reaching the edge. The video starts playing. A girl with huge tits is on her knees in a glory hole. She's furiously sucking cocks that poke through into her cubicle. She's groping her tits with one hand and playing with herself with the other just like you. You keep wanking as she takes down jet after jet of cum. You find yourself letting your mouth hang open to match hers. As finally you cum. Before collapsing on the bed. <img src="images/material/ghole2.gif"> <img src="images/material/ghole.gif"> <<set $horny = 0>> [[You fall asleep->d4sleep]]

You quickly search around your room until you find what you needed a thin baton you used for training. You wash it and put lube on the end. Are you actually going to do this? You open up the first link on pornhub, you don't even look at it. You're already reaching the edge. The video starts playing. <img src="images/material/shameful.gif"> You reach around and slide the baton up against your asshole. You look up at the video a large man is fucking a big titted slut from behind. You find yourself matching the tempo and fucking yourself in time. You make the same expression as her as the hot tremor raises inside you and your body starts to shake. Cum drains from your caged cock but it is some form of release. You collapse on the bed. <<set $horny = 0>> [[You fall asleep->d4sleep]]

<<set $top = "naked">> <<set $bottom = "">> "Can I use your toilet to get changed?" You ask. "Are you really going to spoil my fun?" "Fraid so." "Well then at least get changed here, I want to see the transformation." "Alright, I'll give you a little show." You put your backpack down and step back. You delicately slide a nail under the little shoulder straps of your dress, allowing the shiny fabric to slide down your body. You step forward and with a flick of your feet, you kick off your heels. You then lean forward, unrolling the stockings slowly while making eye contact with Clara as you slip free your bare legs. Clara gives you an appreciative clap. You then slip the bra strap off your shoulders, pulling the cups free from your large silicone boobs. Clara's eyes lit up. "Okay, stop, stop. You are so hot, I can barely take it." You stand there in just your panties, holding your arms over your bare nipples - even though they're not real you feel the need to hide them. "Okay, now can you turn around and, like, put your hands against the wall or something, I really just want to see that big ass stuck out in those tight panties." You shrug, "Why not?" You turn around and bend over, shaking your ass towards her. You hear shuffling and then feel a hand slapping your ass playfully. "Shake it!" You shake harder. "Oh yeah, keep going!" There's more shuffling as you keep shaking to some imaginary beat. Suddenly you get the feeling something's wrong and you spin back around. Clara jumps back onto her bed, big cruel grin across her face. <img src="images/clara/cunni/laugh1.png"> "What's so funny?" You ask. She shrugs, "Nothing." You look around. Your backpack is gone and so are all the clothes you just took off. "Oh, well done, so where are they?" "Where are what?" "My clothes." You say as you begin searching the room. She didn't have much time to hide them. "I don't think girls like you really need clothes." Said Clara barely containing her sniggering laughter. You check under the bed and in the closet, nothing. Maybe she threw them out the room. You carefully open the door and look around. You can't see them. You step a foot outside just to see if there was anywhere else she could have chucked them. Immediately you run into Clara's Mum. You both gasped simultaneously. Your hands rushing to cover your tits, forgetting about the even more humiliating bulge in your panties. Your legs refused to move as Clara's Mum looked you up and down. <img src="images/clara/mum/spotted.jpg"> "Oh, so sorry $name!" She said as she turned around and hurried away. You jumped back inside Clara's room. Shit, wait, did she say $name?? Oh god. She knows. That's even worse. You look back at Clara who is having a laughing fit, giggling her head off at you. <img src="images/clara/cunni/laugh2.png"> "This is so not funny." "It's the funniest thing ever. You've turned red! Oh my god! Ha hahahaha!" "Where are my clothes?" "Tell you what, you're staying the night. Like that. You can have the clothes back in the morning. And you have to do what I say." She stands up and lets her finger slide down one of your tits, flicking the nipple. <<set $day4claraHidClothes = true>> [[Like what?->give me back my stuff]]

"Well alright" You tell her, "I'll stay in costume, but only coz I'm just so damn hot." <img src="images/clara/cunni/laugh1.png"> Clara laughs, "Christ, you have boobs for like 5 seconds and suddenly you think you're hot stuff." "Oh come on, don't pretend you're not a little curious," you say, "You can have a feel if you want." Clara tries to act coy, but you can tell this whole thing is too much of an attraction, her hand wanders up your midriff and gently presses against your fake boob. You give her a wink and she grasps, squeezing the silicone weight on your chest. <img src="images/clara/cunni/grope.png"> Playfully, you giggle in response, as if you had just been groped. Clara looks up at you, "Wow, they really mind-fucked you, didn't they?" "It's called method acting." "Oh, right? So you'll stay in character will you?" She asks, rubbing your leg. "Maybe." You try to act mysterious, though her delicate touch is making you strain. Clara leans her other hand around your shoulder. "So, 'Gemma' how open are you, to, like, new experiences?" She leans in. "Very." You say in a girly voice, before meeting her, lips to lips. [[kiss her]]

You lock lips with Clara, her tongue moves forwards and tossles with yours. Her lips pull against yours, her kisses sucking at your mouth. You try to respond in kind, matching kiss for kiss, catching her tongue. The sweet taste and glorious interplay arouse you, but before you can truly be in the moment you find Clara giggling. <img src="images/clara/cunni/laugh2.png"> Her laughter breaks your kisses and she pulls away. You could ask her, [[whats so funny?]] <<if !$chastity>> Or assume she's laughing at your get up and and [[rip off drag clothes]] <</if>>

"What's so funny?" You ask. Clara, sniggering, pushes you away. "Oh, come on! You are! Look at you, you're a horny boy pretending to be a slutty girl. Or, you know, the other way round." You frown at her. "Don't look at me like that, you're the one with the gender confusion. Which are you?" [[horny boy, of course]] [[what if I was a slutty girl]]

You push Clara to the bed. "Do you want to see a magic trick?" You ask "Are you going to transform before my eyes." "Spoilers!" You say, throwing her duvet over her eyes. As she pretends to struggle with it, you fling off your dress and wig, unhook the bra and pop off your tits. You've got the panties down and are buck naked before she finishes flailing around with the duvet. You turn around. You hear Clara checking you out, "Well, hello." You grab a wet wipe from her desk and wipe the makeup off your face. Bending over as you do so. Clara reaches forward and smacks your ass. You spin round. "Tada!" Your cock almost smacks her in the face, she pulls back and catches it with one hand. You stop. "Hey" She smiles. "Hey." You say. "Nice transformation." "Thanks. "I got your cock." "I see that." "How about you show me how manly you are and I give it back." [["Sure"->magic]]

<<set $day4endMale = true>><<set $profile = "male">><<set $top = "naked_male">><<set $underwear = "penis">><<set $bottom = "">> You push her back down towards the bed. She raises a skeptical eyebrow - your manly facade isn't entirely convincing. "You've spent a lot of time pretending like you haven't got this dick on your mind." You thrust your hard cock through her fingers, pointing it towards her face, "What? That little thing?" She replies. You push forwards again, this time she falls back, her arms supporting her on the bed. You take the opportunity and pull open her top buttons. One, two and three. She gasps as you pop her jiggly tits from her shirt. <img src="images/clara/cunni/pov.png"> "Wow you're almost a real man." She grins as you grope her exposed tits. "Look, you have such nice titties, it's really a shame to hide them from the world." You say. "Hmm." Clara replies, holding your hand still. "My tits are indeed the best." "They are." "So, why don't you show me how much they mean to you by serving me properly." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah." She gently pushes you back. She slides her hand down her denim skirt pulling it up to show off her panties. She barely gives you a glimpse before sliding her fingers back down to pull the silk aside and expose her moist glistening vagina. <img src="images/clara/cunni/pantyremoval.png"> She catches your eyes. "Now show me how a real man eats pussy." [[You sink to your knees->go down on her naked]]

"I'm a horny boy of course." You say. "Really?" Clara says stroking her hand down your buxom chest. You respond in kind, reaching forwards and groping at her tits. "Sure. Despite what I look like, I'm a virile young man, ready to pounce on any beautiful young woman, such as yourself." She scoffs, unimpressed. "Right." <img src="images/clara/cunni/cringe.png"> "Don't let the look fool you." "Okay, I'm no fool, you show me what you've got." She slides her hand down her denim skirt pulling it up to show off her panties. She barely gives you a glimpse before sliding her fingers back down to pull the silk aside and expose her moist glistening vagina. <img src="images/clara/cunni/pantyremoval.png"> She catches your eyes. "Now show me how a horny boy worships pussy." [[You slide to your knees.->go down on her]]

You pout your wet red lips and put on your most feminine voice "And what if I was a slutty girl?" You use your elbows to push your titties forwards while sliding your fingers down your shoulders. "Oh my God!" Clara gasps at your display, biting her own knuckles, trying to contain her own mirth. You curtsey, pulling a bashful girly expression. "Wow. Alright. You got me. I am officially impressed. You deserve your slut role. You're actually getting me going!" You bat your eyelids. "Is there anything more I can do for you?" Clara's grin is almost breaking her face. "Well, why don't you show me what you can do?" <img src="images/clara/cunni/pantyremoval.png"> She slides her hand down her denim skirt pulling it up to show off her panties. She barely gives you a glimpse before sliding her fingers back down to pull the silk aside and expose her moist glistening vagina. "Doesn't that look delicious, girl?" "Yes Clara." You say sliding to your knees. [[go down on her]]

<<set $day4claraBeta = true>> You slide to your knees, just at the side of her bed, where her legs dangle. You use them to pull yourself towards her beckoning pussy. As you slide your head forward she raises her legs, guiding your face inwards before gently clamping your head in place. Your mouth, wide open now, meets the warm, wet lips and you get to work, kissing and licking. Clara uses her legs to control any spasming as you tickle her clit with the tip of your tongue, before sliding down her slick pussy till your mouth reaches to her opening, dutifully your tongue finds its way inside her. You suck and kiss and make out with that pussy. Never rushing it feeling her body thrust in time with her actions as she holds on. <<if !$day4claraStripped>> <<set $top = "naked">> <img src="images/clara/cunni/lickhidden.png"> <img src="images/clara/cunni/lesbianlick.jpg"> <<else>> <img src="images/clara/cunni/lickshown.png"><</if>> As you move back up to tongue her clit again you find your hard work paying off and she begins to writhe. "Oh! Yes, bitch, keep fucking going! Don't you dare stop." She demands as you rub your tongue raw against her. Shivers convulse along her body as you keep working away. She stifles a moan of pleasure as her whole body shakes. You stop. Pulling yourself up to the bed along side her. You both lay there for a second just catching your breath. "You're a good slut." Clara managed. "Thanks." "You're not done." "I'm not?" "Fraid not. You might not know this about me but when it comes to orgasms I am a greedy cunt." "Whatever you need." You say. "Call me Mistress." Clara's one of your oldest friends. You'd been madly infatuated with her ever since she hit puberty and you got horny. But calling her Mistress? Could you, really? Your dick has full control over you - of course you can. "Whatever you want, Mistress." You said dutifully and, without thinking about it, girly. "Lay down on the bed. Face up." "Yes Mistress." Each time you say it, it feels better. You get in position. "Now slut," Clara giggles, pulling herself to her knees, she spun round to face the bottom of the bed. <<if !$chastity>><<set $underwear = "penis">> She reached down and playfully stroked your cock. Making sure it was hard and straining for attention. <<else>><<set $underwear = "chastity">> Playing with your plastic cage. Then leaning down, she just gently licked the head of your dick. Making that red flesh shine. <</if>> <<if !$chastity && $day4claraStripped>> <img src="images/clara/cunni/handjobshown.png"> <<else>><img src="images/clara/cunni/handjobhidden.png"><</if>> "Oh yeah." You moan, like a cheap whore. She paused, looking up at you and delicately holding your pulsing dick. "You're such a sissy." "What?" "Lets get that mouth doing something useful again." She didn't give you any more warning. She lifted her leg the other side of your head and dropped her crotch down onto your face carelessly. Her thighs and pussy slapping you in your cheeks, drops of pussy juice splattering across your nose. You gasp just in time before her pussy envelops your nose and mouth. And then you have little choice but to eat away. <<if $day4claraStripped>> <img src="images/clara/cunni/facesit.png"> <<else>><img src="images/clara/cunni/lesbianfacesit.jpg"><</if>> You take on the challenge and double down on your efforts, using your tongue to massage her insides, your nose buried deep within her wet lips. Her fat ass cheeks, slapping around your face. She slaps your cock <<if $chastity>>cage<</if>>, laughing hysterically as she bounces on you. You can't squeal in pain because you can't breathe. So instead you grab on to her ass as she pushes it tighter down, her gluttonous pussy applying more pressure on you. You can hear the moans coming from her now, loud and jeering. You were never going to be able to last for ever either, You needed to breathe and rest your raw tongue. Clara's reaction to your attempts to wriggle free was to clamp her thighs in tight, locking your face in. As you struggle to break free you can feel the shakes in her body again. You push your face down to get your mouth back round her clit. Allowing your nose to penetrate her. Because fuck breathing, right? It does the job. She pulses and spasms, before toppling over to the side. You gasp like a drowned man, swallowing a bucket of air as you're finally free. Despite no attention at all, your limp dick is leaking cum down your belly button. You don't move to fix it as you're too busy catching your breath again. <<if !$chastity && $day4claraStripped>> <img src="images/clara/cunni/move.png"><</if>> Clara takes the opportunity to get up pull her top back up and lean over you with an mean look in her eyes. She leans in and kisses you, briefly, then pulling away, she scoops up some cum with her hand and rubs it in your face. You feel a wet ooze as the sticky and salty gloops gets inside your mouth. Clara snorts again. "Aww, do you like being a cum slut?" You say nothing, trying to reconcile the salty taste on your tongue with being cum. "I- " "Say it bitch." You're so horny you can't even think properly, what does she even want you to say. "Um-" "Say you're my slut." You probably shouldn't, but the part of you that resists those instructions is properly defeated. "I'm your slut." "You're my sexy little bitch slave." "I'm your sexy little bitch slave." "Oh, $name, actually Gemma, isn't it? You've made me so happy. And you know the best thing about this?" You shake your head. "You're going to fail your exam tomorrow! Then you'll really be my bitch!" Fuck. You check the clock. It's like 1am. "Shit." "You are so going to fail." You slip your panties back on and grab at your stuff, you need to get home and get to sleep. You're already going to be wrecked tomorrow. "Aww, sure you don't want to stay and eat my ass? You'd make a good toilet seat!" <<if $day4claraHidClothes>> You look around for your clothes again, you can't leave in just your panties. "So wait, where are my clothes?" "Oh!" She snorts, "I almost forgot. I threw them out the window." "What?!" You look out the window and on the grass of her back garden you can see your bag and dress. "Um, well, can you go out and get it." "Haha! Hell no! You can pick them up on your way out." <<else>>Shit. You finish getting dressed and try to make yourself presentable,<</if>> "Okay. I'm leaving then" You say. "Excuse me?" "I'm leaving then, Mistress." "Good girl. Run along." She spanks you as you turn to the door. <<if !$day4claraHidClothes>> You shuffle out the room and then down the dark streets to home. <<else>>You run out of her room in just your tight little panties. You pass Clara's Mum again. By now she just seems amused. <img src="images/clara/mum/awkward.jpg"> Your face red with shame. Outside you crawl around in the dark finding the clothes Clara through from her window. You look up to see her waving from her bedroom. The first thing you find is your black dress, you slip it on just to not be naked. Gather the other stuff and sprint home through the dark streets as fast as you can.<</if>> [[Home->go home after bdsm]]

"Like what?" You ask. "Well" She says pondering, "as you look like such a nice little whore and you've got me all worked up." She runs her nails down your naked body. "Why don't you starting by licking me out like a good slut?" <img src="images/clara/cunni/pantyremoval.png"> She lies back and slides her fingers underneath her short denim skirt, pulling it up and then in one slick movement pulling a delicate blue thong down and exposing her glistening pussy. "Get to work bitch." Dressed like this? I mean, can you say no, your mouth is practically watering. [[go down on her]] Alternatively the one thing she can't stop you doing is removing your remaining girly accessories, the tits and the wig and the panties. [[Remove accessories and then go down on her->Remove extras]]

<<set $horny = 0>> <<set $day4claraAlpha = true>> You slide to your knees, just at the side of her bed, where her legs dangle. You use them to pull yourself towards her beckoning pussy. As you slide your head forward she raises her legs, guiding your face inwards before gently clamping your head in place. <img src="images/clara/cunni/cunnilingus.jpg"> Your mouth, wide open now, meets the warm, wet lips and you get to work, kissing and licking. Clara uses her legs to control any spasming as you tickle her clit with the tip of your tongue, before sliding down her slick pussy till your mouth reaches to her opening, dutifully your tongue finds its way inside her. You suck and kiss and make out with that pussy. Never rushing it feeling her body thrust in time with her actions as she holds on. As you move back up to tongue her clit again you find your magic working and she begins to writhe. Shivers convulse along her body as you keep working away. She stifles a moan of pleasure as her whole body shakes. You stop. Pulling yourself up to the bed along side her. You both lay there for a second just catching your breath. "That was good." Clara managed. "You're welcome." "You're not done." "I'm not?" "Fraid not. You might not know this about me but when it comes to orgasms I am a greedy bitch." "Ah, well if you say please." You try. "I ain't saying please." She grins. "But I will suck your cock. And you're not saying no to that." "Damn, you got me there." She giggles, pulling herself to her knees, she spins round to face the bottom of the bed. She reaches down and playfully strokes your cock, making sure it was hard and straining for attention. <img src="images/clara/cunni/blow.png"> Then leaning down, she just gently licks the head of your dick. Making that red flesh shine. "Oh yeah." You moan. She paused, looking up at you and delicately holding your pulsing dick. <img src="images/clara/cunni/suckpause.png"> "You're such a dock." "What?" "Lets get that mouth doing something useful again." She didn't give you any more warning. She lifted her leg the other side of your head and dropped her crotch down onto your face carelessly. <img src="images/clara/cunni/facesit.png"> Her thighs and pussy slapping you in your cheeks, drops of pussy juice splattering across your nose. You gasp just in time before her pussy envelops your nose and mouth. And then you have little choice but to eat away. This time however you are rewarded. You feel Clara's hands gently stroke your dick as she wiggles her crotch on your face and soon she leans forward and slips her mouth around your cock head, sucking the base of the head tightly and she trills the top of your cock with her tongue. <img src="images/clara/cunni/69pov.jpg"> You take on the challenge and double down on your efforts, using your tongue to massage her insides, your nose buried deep within her wet lips. She starts to pump your cock, bobbing up and down your shaft, demonstrating a suspiciously skilled technique. The feelings of ecstasy flow through you. You can't moan because you can't breathe. So instead you grab on to her ass and pull your face tighter in, applying more pressure to her gluttonous pussy. You can hear the moans coming from her now, even if she is almost gagged with your cock down her throat. You were never going to be able to hold on forever either. You let the powerful orgasm flow through you, surging up your shaft, you can feel it pushing against her lips before spraying out inside her mouth. You thrust and wiggle and your cum spurts in to her mouth and dribbles down back passed her lips. She doesn't stop sucking though, and if anything the force pushing against your face increases. You try to pull your cock from her mouth as it begins to get sensitive but you have no way to apply any force. She continues to suck as if trying to drain you. You spasm again but this time genuinely trying to get your very sensitive cock head free. Clara's reaction to this is to clamp her thighs in tight, locking your face in continuing to suck away. As you struggle to break free you can feel the shakes in her body again. You push your face down to get your mouth back round her clit. Allowing your nose to penetrate her. Because fuck breathing, right? It does the job. She pulses and spasms and almost screams around your cock, before toppling over to the side. You gasp like a drowned man, swallowing a bucket of air as you're finally free. Your limp dick leaking cum down your belly button. You don't move to fix it as you're too busy catching your breath again. Clara takes the opportunity to get up pull her top back up and lean over you with an adoring look in her eyes. She leans in and kisses you, her tongue pushing its way into your mouth. You feel a wet ooze as something sticky and salty gloops inside your mouth. Clara doesn't stop making it out, so you end up swallowing it just to avoid choking. Only then does Clara pull away. "Mhmm, you are full of surprises mister." "Me?" "Yeah, you, you cum guzzler. You did amazing. Who would have thought?" "You're not bad yourself." "Well there was never any question of that." You laugh and then kiss again. "Umm, look." She starts again, "I know tomorrow is a big day for you, what with your final exam and the show and everything, but if you survive it, come back to mine afterwards and we can celebrate." "It's a date." "Yeah something like that. Now you should go." "Oh?" "Yeah, you know I can't have boys sleep over." You wash the makeup from your face and chest and take a second to try to wash the cum flavour from your mouth but it does nothing. <<if !$day4claraHidClothes>> You quickly get dressed in your normal clothes and give Clara a kiss goodbye. <<else>> "So wait, where are my clothes?" "Oh!" She snorts, "I almost forgot. I threw them out the window." "What?!" You look out the window and on the grass of her back garden you can see your bag and dress. "Um, well, can you go out and get it." "Haha! Hell no! But I'll give you a choice you can run outside either naked or in one of my dresses." Seriously. After two orgasms she's still treating you like this. "Fine." You slip one of her dresses over your naked body. She watches as you sneak out her room. You carefully tiptoe down the steps and out the back door. You grab the clothes strewn on the grass and shove them in the bag before running back inside. Her Mum is standing at the bottom of the stairs. <img src="images/clara/mum/awkward.jpg"> You can't even be embarrassed any more. You give her a thumbs up and run back upstairs to get changed. You take the opportunity to flip Clara off one last time before heading out in your comfortable male clothes.<</if>> [[You go home and sleep->d4sleep]]

You get an Uber down to the club. Just two girls on a night out together. It's still early and there's only a short queue. Chelsea ignores it. You suddenly feel your heart drop as you approach the bouncers, your ID is distinctly male. "Hey girls." The bouncer stop you, big brute of a man. "You have a good night." He moves to let you pass, leering at you, you feel a hand pushing you forwards by the butt. You hurry forward. You've been here three seconds and you've already been groped. <img src="images/locations/bar.jpg"> The club itself is something else. Hypnotic lights and powerful beats hit your drunk ass hard. You find yourself dizzy "Come on let's dance!" Chelsea mouths at you, you get the gist and follow her to the dance floor. She parts the crowds like the red sea and the two of you take prime spot in the centre of the floor. She doesn't hesitate and starts bouncing to the music right away. You wiggle along, careful not to move to a quickly in case you have a humiliating wardrobe malfunction. Chelsea doesn't seem impressed. "Come on, this is like our scene!" She pulls close to you and starts to slide against you in rhythm. You get into it and match her movements. Feeling the pressure of her soft warm body against you. She spins around, butt to your crotch, you find yourself wrapping your arms around her, your hands sliding down her front as she pushes back. Grinding into your crotch. <img src="images/chelsea/club/Girls.jpg"> <<if $chastity>>Your cock distends inside its cage, painfully trapped. Does she know what she's doing, grinding her hot ass up and down your chastity device, causing you to double in pain. <<else>>You quickly become rock hard. Her ass sliding up and down your cock, with nothing but thin fabric holding it back against you. If she moved now the shape of your dick under your dress would be obvious to anyone who looked. People are watching. Men mostly, checking out this hot girl, unabashedly grinding away on you. You find yourself rising to the edge of climax. <</if>>As if psychic, Chelsea suddenly pulls away. 'You want a drink?' she mimes. You nod. Quickly you move through the crowd.<<if !$chastity>> Hoping no-one spots your terrifyingly obvious hard cock. You try to pull it back behind to your chest with the panty strap, but the outline is still clear.<</if>> [[get drinks]]

You join Chelsea at the bar, you realise you haven't got any money with you, you look over to her to see if she expects you to pay. In seconds though it becomes clear that neither of you have to pay. Drunk guys in suits are attempting to subtly push in front of each other to get your attention. Chelsea bounces up to the first two, you can't hear her but you can see her biting her lip and giggling and it becomes pretty clear drinks are free tonight. <img src="images/chelsea/club/09.jpg"> Not that you want them. A pear cider is slid your way and a hulking guy stands over you. You take a second to pat him on his chest to say thanks. As you do your best to flee. Chelsea follows you as you escape to a couch, you feel at least one hand grope you as you go past. Chelsea blows kisses at the guys at the bar and follows. "You okay?" She mouths. You shake your head, trying to focus on Chelsea and not the many eyes hunting the pair of you. "What's wrong?" "I don't like guys." You shout. "Why not?" What a stupid question. You can't think of a proper answer. "I like you." You shout. She pauses. Is she really surprised, how could she not realise. She moves her lips up to your ears, and then in a crystal clear whisper that cuts through the music, she says "I like you too." She pulls back and you lock eyes. Without hesitation the two of you tilt heads and locks lips. <img src="images/chelsea/club/kiss.jpg"> You can feel your two lipsticks slide against each other. The smooth movement feels amazing. Her mouth and yours open in time and you can feel her tongue still coated in sweet sugary alcopop dance against yours. There's cheers from the crowd as everyone seems entertained by the two of you making out. You don't care, your heart is on fire. Time passes like a dream, vivid but fleeting, you remember her hands sliding up your body, groping at your false tits. And you in turn feeling her very real ones. Your public display of lewdity bothers no-one, in fact you find your drinks regularly topped up as you keep going. [[Your head dizzy and an hour later you head for a taxi.->get taxi back]]

You find yourself in the back of a taxi. You are dizzy from the drink and unbelievably horny. You think Chelsea might be too. Your ears still ring from the club and you're not sure you can even construct sentences. Still talking isn't necessary. <img src="images/chelsea/club/taxi_in.jpg"> Chelsea's hands slide under your dress. <<if !$chastity>> She pulls out your cock from underneath the panties, it springs forward, hard as a rock. She playfully slides her nails up and down your shaft. You let out a girly moan, which the taxi driver very generously ignores. Chelsea slips down off her seat, head brought to just above your stiff shaft. She looks up at you as if she doesn't know what she's going to do. You plead with your eyes, wordlessly begging. She kisses the top of your cock. You bite your lip to stop moaning again. She licks your shaft from bottom to top. Again pausing to watch your facial expression. <img src="images/chelsea/club/taxi_fun.jpg"> Then she kisses the top again, this time holding the kiss and then pushing forward, allowing her lips to slide over your head, feeling her tongue practically pull you in. Then there's no stopping her. She's pumping up and down like a professional, working your cock with heavenly passion. Your eyes practically cross. You look to the window and see you're almost back to hers, but you can't stop yourself. The hot surge travels up passed her lips and you feel the warm wetness fill her mouth around your cock head. <img src="images/chelsea/club/facial.jpg"> She pulls back, a string of cum still connecting her lips to your shaft. She grins at you, raising her eyebrows and then slides back to her seat. She pulls you close, tilting her head and again you instinctively kiss her. Of course as your tongues tussle you taste the salty warm liquid in her mouth and it seems to slime into yours. You don't want to panic her so you keep kissing, swallowing it down. <img src="images/chelsea/club/kiss.jpg"> <<else>> Her hand slides your panties to the side and pulls your caged cock free, playfully tickling at the exposed flesh. You wince as your dick strains against the tight cage. Chelsea pouts at you like a spoilt child denied a toy. You then feel her hand pulling at yours, sliding it under her skirt. <img src="images/chelsea/club/taxi_play.jpg"> "Guess, I get all the attention tonight, huh?" You eagerly follow her lead, pulling her panties aside and getting to work at her wet snatch. The first glide south from the clit and she's already moaning. When it came to attention Chelsea was an attention-whore. As you got into a rhythm teasing her eager pussy, she pulled herself closer. Writhing against you, her tits to yours, before reaching up and pulling your head forwards, to lock lips once more. You try to concentrate on your hand actions, but her wriggling body, sensual kisses and moans are making you lose your control. Chelsea pushes you back into your seat, taking over for a second. You hear the slick noise of her rapidly running her fingers up and down her soaking pussy. She holds her fingers up to show you the juices practically dripping from them. She then pulls your legs up with her other hand, you comply spinning in the taxi seat. She slides her wet hand underneath your dress, and then up, but not to your caged cock. Instead her fingers slide underneath the prisoner and wiggle up between your butt cheeks. Chelsea bites her lips, "Gemma, you're a butt slut, right?" You nod. Of course you do. You're drunk, and even if you weren't, of all the humiliating experience this one's the best. Her slippery fingers slide around your hole, teasing it. You find yourself returning the favour, by returning to rubbing her the right way. The two of you continue to tease each other until her finger slips inside you. You gasp and then return the favour by slipping a finger inside her. <img src="images/chelsea/club/taxi.jpg"> Then the race is on. You both start pounding away, trying to maintain composure as the fingers of the other stretch your own insides. The sensation is entirely alien for you. Your insides massaged, your poor butt muscles spasming in confusion as the fingers pentrate you further. And when the wave of sexual pleasure hits it's like nothing on Earth. Your whole body shakes and Chelsea's does too. You suddenly feel like your skin is on fire and you can feel every drop of sweat simultaneously evaporating. And your poor caged cock leaks like a sieve. A massive dark damp patch spreads across your dress. Chelsea collapses on top you, panting like a dog, her fingers still inside you, though thankfully still. You both lie together giggling for the rest of the journey. <</if>> You get out of the car, Chelsea goes to her handbag to pay the man, but he waves her off. "My pleasure. If you girls need another taxi you call me." And he hands her a call card. Chelsea takes it cheerfully. "Thanks Mister!"<<set $horny = 0>> [[The two of you exit and head inside Chelsea's house->go back to hers]]

Chelsea's Mum is still awake. She gives you a look as you fail to sneak in. <img src="images/chelsea/mum/shock.jpg"> "Oh girls! Have you been drinking! You are naughty." She teases. The two of you giggle. Drunkenly you stumble upstairs together, trying to control your giggle fits amongst the random gropes. In her room, you take off your shoes and dress but not your underwear. Chelsea strips down completely, doing a little spin, to show off her fabulous naked body. You're rapidly returning horniness is denied anything more as Chelsea runs off to take a shower. You collapse on to her bed, inhaling the sweet feminine scent and quickly drifting off into a drunken slumber. You wake briefly with Chelsea's return, dressed in gloriously skimpy pyjamas she slides into bed next to you, pushing you to make room on the little bed. <img src="images/chelsea/club/pyjamas.jpg"> You shuffle along, giving her space to wrap round you. Turning you into the little spoon. Her tits warmly pressed up against your back. You let yourself fall into dream as Chelsea's pleasant drunk groping continues. [[Asleep->d4sleep]]

<img src="images/maisey/lean2.png"> Maisey looms over your naked body. She rapidly takes a razor to a few of your light coloured hairs and then gets to work applying the foundation to your face. She proceeds to repeat yesterdays task of layering on thick wads of makeup until you feel like you're wearing a mask. She pulls your hair back under the blonde wig and lets you see yourself. The girl in the mirror again. Your freaky alter-ego has returned. <img src="images/maisey/schoolmakeover/heavymakeup.jpg"> "Right, let's get you decent." She says coming back from one of the rungs of clothes. You look up. Maisey is holding a pair of light pink panties and matching bra. It's frilly and lacy and at this point it beats being naked. You slide into the panties. You're quite used to the soft comforting feeling of them now. Maisey helps you with the bra, cupping your large titties and clasping the straps behing your back. You catch yourself in the mirror. Boobs aside, did your body always look this feminine? <img src="images/maisey/schoolmakeover/pinkunderwear.jpg"> "Oh my God, you are so fit!" Maisey cheers. "Right, but you said you could subtle!" "Oh, sure, spoil-sport. Try these on." She throws you a stack of plain girls clothes, tights, a white blouse, a girl's school tie, and a navy dress. It all looks remarkably respectable. You slip the tights up your legs. Put on the shirt and tie and then start struggling with getting the dress on. <img src="images/maisey/schoolmakeover/skirt1.jpg"> <img src="images/maisey/schoolmakeover/dressstruggle.jpg"> Maisey watches you with amusement. "Okay, I give in, I'll help." She pulls your arms up and helps you get the straps in place. She steps back, "Right, there you go, a perfect school girl!" You look in the mirror, she's right no-one could tell and no-one will notice you. Just another high schooler wearing a little too much makeup. <img src="images/maisey/schoolmakeover/chestfit.jpg"> You feel quite happy with the idea before realising how low your measure for success had got. "Right, thanks Maisey, I gotta go" You kiss her on the cheek and run out. [[go to exams]] <<set $profile = "">> <<set $top = "">> <<set $underwear = "">> <<set $bottom = "">>

<<if $day4late && $day4endMale>> Shit you're super late. You run off to the exam hall as fast as you can. As you get to the room you see exams have already started. Mr Drew, a burly PE teacher shakes his finger at you. "You're late miss, you better hurry on in." You walk to your place with everyone looking up from their paper to watch you. Can they see who it is. Or are you just a strange late girl to them? <</if>><<if !$day4late && !$day4endMale>> You have an extra hour or so to study. You head to the library and take out a book, hoping that no-one recognizes you. You set an alarm for when to leave. <img src="images/maisey/schoolmakeover/revising2.png"> The alarm goes off.<</if>> <<if !$day4late || !$day4endMale>> You have just enough time to make it the exam hall before the test begins. You find yourself sitting outside on your own, none of your friends took this class. A guy comes up to you and tries to say a few words of encouragement but not wanting to give yourself away you just give a few meek responses. You take your seat. <</if>> <<set $top = "school">><<set $underwear = "day5pink">><<set $bottom = "skirt">><<set $profile = "hot">> [[Take exam.]]

<img src="images/locations/wardrobe.jpg"> It's a couple of hours before lights up but the rest of the cast are already milling around the drama hall in various states of dress. <<if $day4chelsea>> You pass one of the changing areas and a hand reaches out from behind the curtain and drags you in. You find yourself inside the little cubicle nose to nose with Chelsea. <img src="images/chelsea/changingroom/greet.jpg"> "Hey cutie!" She grins at you. "Hey yourself." She's only wearing her underwear and you can't help but take a good look. "Like what you see?" She whispers, "You have such good timing, I was just getting changed." "Ah, need any help?" She delicately pulls at her leopard spot bra. Watching you almost biting your lip in anticipation. She slips it just far enough down to reveal her perky nipples. "Help? I'm not sure I trust you." She giggles and leans back raising a stocking clad foot under your skirt to tease your <<if $chastity>>caged <</if>>cock. <img src="images/chelsea/changingroom/stare.jpg"> "Hey, I'm a good..." fuck it, go for it, "girl, I just want to be useful!" You struggle with the last few words, as Chelsea's playing makes you go red. She giggles and slides off her mesh panties. She stares you in the eye as she strokes her visibly dripping pussy. <img src="images/chelsea/changingroom/selfplay.jpg"> You stare at each other for a few intense seconds and then Chelsea pulls you back, close, so your breasts are touching. "Hey girl, if you perform well tonight, I'll give you the rest of the show at my place!" She then pushes you back out the changing room. You hurry on. <<else>> You bump into Chelsea getting into her country outfit for the first act. You try to ignore the fact that she's showing off some fantastic red lingerie. <img src="images/chelsea/country/gettingdressed.jpg"> <<if $chelseaScore < 1>> You attempt to sneak passed her but she reaches an arm out and stops you. "Oh, hey, Chelsea, didn't see you there." "-but who could miss you, with your cute new body?" "Ha, um, yeah." She doesn't let you keep going, "Look $name, you better not fuck this up tonight. I've fucked over bigger girls than you before so if you don't be the best damn little slut up there tonight I will ruin you." She paused then returned to her bubbly self, "So, y'know, break a leg loser." <<else>> She looks up and sees you. "Hey $name!" "Hey Chelsea, you all ready?" "Almost, you on the otherhand, loving the cute outfit but shouldn't you be in a dress?" "Just looking for Maisey now." "Huh, so you were just going around like that, you've really changed!" You try not to turn red. "I'll just go find Maisey then." <</if>> <img src="images/chelsea/country/gettingdressed3.jpg"> <</if>> [[You scurry off and find Maisey->final_costume]]

You hear the curtains opening and the audience applaud. You don't speak to any cast members. You only know Chelsea and she's in almost every scene. You wait patiently for part 1 to be over. As part 2 begins you stand and take a second to control your breath. The tight dress and the heavy weight of boobs on your chest makes breathing just that much harder. You wait just a little longer, they're a couple of scenes before the club scene. You see Treetham lean back from behind the stage and beckon you on. <img src="images/treetham/day5/beckon.jpg"> You slowly follow after her. You know where you're going but everything feels different now. There's a crowd hidden the other side of that curtain. Everything is eirely silent except the sounds from the stage. You tread carefully so as to not make a sound. You climb up on the stage behind the curtain until you make it to your place. Hidden, stage left. You have maybe 6 minutes before you go on. 6 minutes. You stare through a gap in the curtain. You can just make out the crowd. <img src="images/stage/audience.jpg"> <<if $gossip > -1>> The room is full, every seat taken. You scan the audience, you can make out the faces of all your class mates. Why have so many of them come? They don't normally. You feel the jitters, fighting within you. <<else>> The room is mostly full. You scan the audience, you can make out the faces of several of your class mates and you know they don't normally come to these things. <</if>> <<if $day5bexMet>> <img src="images/bex/audience3.png"> In the second row you can see Bex, she has her notepad out and her camera with her. She seems to be enjoying the show. <<else>> <img src="images/lizzie/audience.png"> Close to your side in the front row you can see Lizzie, she's staring off into the distance. <</if>> You scan the back seats, the person you really want to see is Clara. You eventually spot her, though it's a little hard to see her from this angle. She's leaning back and looks bored out of her mind. Theo's sitting next to her. <<if $day4claraBeta>> He has an arm over her shoulders, what the fuck? The bastard! <</if>> You hear movement. Grant has jogged up next to you. He blatantly looks down at your cleavage and gives you a smile. "Ready girlie?" Suddenly the lights go down. Your time is up. [[Enter stage right->dance with chelsea]]

<<if $lines < 1>><<set $day5LineTime = 6>><<set $day5LineReveal = 5>><</if>> <<if $lines == 1>><<set $day5LineTime = 13>><<set $day5LineReveal = 5>><</if>> <<if $lines == 2>><<set $day5LineTime = 15>><<set $day5LineReveal = 3>><</if>> <<if $lines > 2>><<set $day5LineTime = 30>><<set $day5LineReveal = 1>><</if>>In the darkness you stride into place. Grant too takes his. You can just see Chelsea behind the curtain, stage left. <<if $chelseaScore > 1>> <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/d5smile.jpg"> <<else>> <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/d5flip.jpg"> <</if>> Breathe. Breathe. If only this dress wasn't so tight. If only your boobs didn't weigh as much. If only you hadn't been forced to cross-dress in front of the entire school. The lights go up. You feel the heat of them on your body. As your eyes adjust you can't see the crowd. But they can see you. A loud eruption comes from the crowd, it's made of cheers and jeers, laughter and gasps. Every eye is on you. The music starts and some primitive part of you remembers its job and you start to dance. Shaking your red dress side to side, seeing it flap with effect. You watch Chelsea, doing her lost dog impression, you give it a few seconds then you turn to her, take a step forward, and still bouncing to the music you lean forward, blow her a kiss and beckon her over. For her part she acts the shy confused girl perfectly. <img src="images/stage/finale/beckon.jpg"> <<button "You know your lines by now.">><<script>> let options = [ "Hey, Chelsea, right? You must be Grant's new friend?", "Hey, Beth, right? You must be Grant's new friend?", "Hey, Beth, right? You must be Antonio's new friend?", "Hey, Chelsea, right? You must be Antonio's new friend?" ] setup.optionator(options, State.variables.day5LineTime, State.variables.day5LineReveal, "showdance", "Hey girl", 2) <</script>> <</button>> <div id="timerblock"></div> <div id="answerblock"></div> <div id="nextblock"></div>

"$lastEntered"<<if !$lastCorrect>> Chelsea looks shocked. She gulps. Her eyes frozen in anger, like an extremely pissed off deer in the headlights. You pretend not to notice.<<set $day5linesMessedUp = true>><</if>> You finish the scene and head off stage. <<set $profile = "smeared">> Maisey is there to quickly smear your makeup. You let her wipe whatever it is she wipes on your face. "Watch this." She adds and pulls at your dress. <img src="images/stage/finale/exposed.jpg"> The lower half of it just slides off, making the dress extend barely an inch past your panty line. You turn around as soon as she's done. <<if $day3grantSnubbed>> You quickly move behind the canvas ready for the silhouette scene, but as soon as you get there and you're on your knees you see the cardboard cut out is gone. Instead, there's an actual dildo. <img src="images/stage/walldildo.jpg"> You can hear Grant giggling from off stage. You really shouldn't have pissed him off. The floor-light goes on. You're staring in the face of the wall mounted dildo, there's gasps from the audience as they realise the implications of the scene. The dildo itself is one of those horrible realistic veiny ones. Which somehow makes it way worse. The problem is the cardboard cut was smaller and closer to the light so you could fake sucking it. But the dildo is the real size. The only way to make the silhouette look right is to actually suck it. [[suck dildo]] [[don't suck dildo]] <<else>> You quickly scoot back to your place on stage. You can feel the stage hands turning the bar into an alley as you try to get into character. [[Wait for lights up->return for scene 2]]<</if>>

You tentatively lean forwards, you can hear the hushed gasps the other side of the canvas. <img src="images/stage/dildo.png"> Fuck it. You slip your lips around the dildo and slide the rubbery toy into your mouth. You bounce your head up and down it. Your tits and hair bouncing with the movement. <img src="images/stage/moving.gif"> They're supposed to shut off the light after a few seconds. It seems to be taking an age. You continue sucking the dildo, like a good little whore, just waiting for it to be over. Suddenly your lips feel a pulse down the plastic, you back off, as you look down you see the dildo has a little hole in the tip. You also realise that your mouth is still hanging open. You see the white liquid bubbling at the tip and then in an instant spraying out over your face and in your mouth. You can't identify the flavour, maybe salty, maybe sticky, you pray to God its not actually the real thing. The floor light goes off. You want to cry but you go on. <img src="images/stage/smeared.png"> You've gone this far. You're going to have to deliver lines in a second so you suck down amd swallow the white goo to clear your mouth. The goop slips slowly down your throat. [[You slide back on to the stage, up against the wall that marks the alley->return for scene 2]]

The lights come up. You sit there, in character you're supposed to be crying and it's not hard to summon those feelings of shame and humiliation. You look up and see Chelsea, in character, seeing you and running over concerned. She bends down and just like the first rehearsal she gives you a face full of boobs. <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/d5lean.jpg"> <<if $horny <2 >> You focus on the scene. Ready for your lines. [[Time to act->line challenge 2 live]] <<else>> You find yourself overtaken by the most traitorous horny urge of your life. <<if $chastity>> Thankfully the chastity built keeps everything in place [[Time to act->line challenge 2 live]] <<else>> You feel the blood run to your loins and the most enormous pressure on your cock. No no no no! But you can't help it. [[You get an erection live->get an erection live]] <</if>><</if>>

Your cock slips out your pink panties and now fully hard actually lifts your skirt. Chelsea looks down, her eyes bulge as she sees what's happening live on stage. <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/d5annoyed.jpg"> <<if $chelseaScore > 2>> She quickly slides forwards covering you from the audience as she pretends to check if you're alright. This gives you a second to adjust yourself and conceal the bulge. You look up at her thankfully as you get ready to do your lines. <<else>><<set $day5erection = true>> She shrieks and hops backwards. Bringing everyone's attention to it. You look over to see the front row all straining to see. You try to change position to hide it but it doesn't work. Photos are being taken, the crowd isn't exactly inclined to settle down. You look up at Chelsea, your eyes pleading her to carry on. But her face is frozen in disgust. Finally, she shakes her head sadly and moves on the scene.<</if>> [[Get on with it->line challenge 2 live]]

"Gemma!" Chelsea gasps as if genuinely upset, "Are you okay?" <<button "Respond">><<script>> let options = [ "Sure, Chelsea, it's another night in paradise.", "Sure, I'm just a whore.", "Sure, hun, just another night in paradise", "Sure, hun, I love being used." ] setup.optionator(options, State.variables.day5LineTime, State.variables.day5LineReveal, "showwall", "Sure, I guess", 2) <</script>> <</button>> <div id="timerblock"></div> <div id="answerblock"></div> <div id="nextblock"></div>

<img src="images/locations/wardrobe.jpg"> You find Maisey waiting for you by the changing room. "Hey Maise," You say. "Time to change me back!" She shakes her head. "Sorry, Miss says I'm not to give you your old clothes back till after she's spoken to you." "What? That's bullshit." She shrugs cheerfully, "Whatcha gonna do? You could always run off naked." "I'm not doing that." "Then come here and I'll touch your makeup up while we wait."<<set $profile = "hot">> <img src="images/maisey/operate.png"> You step forward and let her fix you up. You even check the mirror to make sure its all good. "You look great." Maisey adds as you wait. "Thanks. Who would have thought this was a good look for me?" You joke. The shows over, you can hear clapping, you're glad no-one wanted you to take a bow. Ms Treetham returns, she strides into wardrobe with a military gait. You jump to attention. "$name, in my office now!" [[Follow her to her office->office_end]]

"You are too dumb for a normal life, if I was to let you leave here now you would proceed to live on the streets, begging to survive, sleeping in the cold. You know this, right?" You nod, you're crushed, but you know she's right. You can't do anything. "There is an alternative. I could look after you. I have a large house, I could afford to." "Really?" You stammer. "Yes, you would of course have to do as I say, but you would never go hungry. I assure you." You nod. "Say 'Yes Miss'." "Yes Miss." She smiles, "Say 'Yes Mistress'." "Yes, Mistress." You say, the words feel somehow natural. "Good, girl." "Now, I'm going to take you home, and you're going to pick up all the stuff you need." "Can I change back into my normal self first?" "Oh no, dear." She laughs, "You're never changing back again." Mistress Treetham drives you to your house. You run out to fetch your stuff. Of course your parents catch you. Dressed up like this. They have many questions, your answers are worse than the questions. By ten minutes in they're screaming at you. By 15 they never want to see you in the house again. You grab your stuff and head back out to where your Mistress awaits. <img src="images/locations/treethams.jpg"> She drives you back to her place, a lovely suburban house, well decorated with flowers and paintings. "Now girl, I want you to strip down to your lingerie and get on the ground. I have a gift for you." This should be weird, but honestly, the idea of not being out on your own is so comforting right now you don't waste a second obeying. You pull off your dress and let your big fake tits bounce free. Mistress Treetham has taken a seat and is looking down at you. "Good girl. Now my gift is very important. You do understand, right?" You look to her hand and see black leather being presented in front of you. You know what it is of course and you nod. She holds the collar outstretched. <img src="images/treetham/endings/collar4.png"> "This means, I will look after you. I will keep you. I will own you." "Yes Mistress." You say, it feels good to say it. "Good girl." She leans forward and locks the collar tightly around your neck. [[Epilogue->Owned Ending 1]]

"What do you mean look after me?" "I'll make sure you're not hungry, you have a roof over your head and I'll deal with any difficult decisions you have to make." "Wait, so what do I have to do?" "Just do as your told and not worry your pretty little head about things. Your life will go a lot smoother if you don't have to think about things. I mean we've seen what happens when you have to do nasty things like Maths and English." You don't like how she's talking down to you. But she's right you do hate Maths and English. "Would I - uh, would I stay like this?" You gesture to your girly clothes. "Well now, that sounds like a decision. Which means I get to make it, you understand, girl?" You hesitate, "Um, yes Miss?" "Aw, don't worry about it too much, you'll soon get used to it. You've already shown how good are you at obeying. Now lets get you back to your new home." She stands up and goes to the door. "Follow me!" You pause for a second, but a voice inside you tells you that you have a choice, face the reality that you just humiliated yourself for nothing, that you failed high school and you're out on the streets or you can follow her, and continue playing this ridiculous game. You check out her swaying ass. Or maybe you're just lead by your dick. You never were very smart. You obediently trot after her. <img src="images/locations/treethams.jpg"> Treetham's home is lovely. She sets you up in the glaringly pink guest bedroom, you wash yourself off, and snuggle up. You don't set an alarm though because your Mistress will tell you when you need to get up. [[Your new life->Bimbo ending 3]]

She stands up menacingly in front of you. You have flash backs to viscious spanks. You feel yourself naturally turning to point your pert ass towards her. As if as an offering. She turns to her desk drawer. It glides open, revealing a trove of bdsm tools. "Firstly." She gestures. "To keep you quiet." <img src="images/treetham/endings/gag.png"> You open your mouth and feel it filled with the rubbery gag. Your lipstick sliding across the ball's surface. "Secondly." She continues. "To stop you struggling." You hold your hands behind your back and feel the tight binds whip round your wrists, tying them together. "Finally." She says with a smile. "To make sure you feel everything." <img src="images/treetham/endings/toy.jpg"> You flick your dress up and expose your bare ass. You feel the lubed finger probe around your hole. Squeezing, loosening. And then the rubber is forced upwards, a painful pop as each ball is pushed up into place. You go numb as the queue of rubber balls is pushed further inside you until finally the plug follows the last one. It twists and locks, somehow holding onto your rectum, entirely unremovable, holding in the deeply uncomfortable toy inside of you. Ms Treetham smiles. "Don't worry. This will be over soon-" There's a knock at the door. "-or not!" She grumbles. She stands up, grabbing you by the neck, and drags you to the supply closet. She throws you inside and you hear the door lock. It's dark inside the closet. You can hear her chat with a colleague, who congratulates her on the show. Despite the somewhat odd performance by the slutty girl. The chat seems to go on forever, as you lie there in the dark. Bound up and anally violated. You realise you have no reason to accept this punishment. You've already failed to graduate, she has nothing over you. You could try even try to escape? Get to your feet? Bash against the door? But you don't. You feel too defeated. You just wait. And wait. You hear the other woman leave. But then someone else enters. You recognise the voice immediately. "Have you seen, $name, Miss?" "I'm afraid not Chelsea, can I ask why?" <<if $chelseaScore > 2>> "I just wanted to tell him how much he embarrassed me and that I never wanted to see him again." <<else>> "I just wanted to let the little loser know how much he fucked up."<</if>> "Well, don't worry, if I see him, I'll give him a lump from you too." And then she left as well. No, wait, they'd both left. You're now alone, locked in a cupboard. You wait in darkness and pain, the hour it takes before finally the door opens. Treetham stands above you in the blinding light. She's decked head to toe in leather. From the in-your-face boots to the heavy corset that pushes up her weighty chest. <img src="images/treetham/endings/bdsmgrab.png"> "Right bitch. Time for your punishment." In one hand she has a riding crop, the other a little noose. She reaches down and pulls up your skirt, revealing your little caged cock. She pulls your balls free then slips the noose around them, pulling it tight. "Come along slut, no time like the present!" She pulls the noose and you feel her dragging your balls forwards on her leash. You desperately struggle to your feet. Which, with your bound hands and high heels is very difficult. Treetham just sneers as you flail, tugging harder on your ball leash. Once you're standing. She leads you to her office door. "First, let's make sure you're presentable." She pulls down your dress top and bra and pops your fake boobs out. "That's more like it." She opens the door and walks you through the dark empty halls of your school. You try not to cry. Each step, moving the painful toy plugged in your ass and any hesitation met with a whip of the leash pulling at your now quite purple plums. You realise you've been dragged to the gym. There alone in the centre of the hall, is the gymnastic horse. Treetham leads you to the horse. Around the wooden legs, two cuffs are open. She shuffles you into place. Closing the clasps around your ankles, causing your legs to spread, a foot or so wide. She stands behind you and firmly forces your head forwards. Causing you to bend at the waist. Your boobs then hit the horse top, smushing against it, then you have to turn your head to not have your face held down against the top. You feel a belt being wrapped around the horse and tied tightly at your neck, pining you into place. <img src="images/treetham/endings/gymhorse.jpg"> You feel your dress roughly pulled up and your panties pulled down. You can do nothing now. "Now. Your punishment. You fucking ruined my show, you stupid little whore." She hissed. And she whipped you, across the ass. Not playfully though. But true force, searing pain. You try to scream through the gag but the sound is muffled. And you are barely given enough time before she strikes again. Each strike sends shocks through your body. The shakes causes your insides to clench and then the alien feeling of being filled from the inside. And then the strikes continue. Tears fill your eyes and you know nothing but pain and fear. The beating continues long into the night. You eventually blank out from the pain. When you wake up you are very sore and very confused. You are still tied up, but you are no longer at the school, instead you dangle from the wall of a well decked out dungeon. Treetham enters and looks at your exposed whipped frame and smiles. "Well now, $name, you won't be disappointing me again well you?" You shake your head for your Mistress. [[Ending->Pain slut ending 2]]

The moment you nod you feel a release. The terrifyinhg implications of your failure wash way and you pull Chelsea close. She hugs you tightly, pushing her warm body against yours and making everything alright. "Come on, lets go home." She says. You go back with her to her place and the two of you just chill on her sofa. You're still dressed all girly, you feel like you should change but that would break the spell. <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/couch.jpg"> "You okay?" Chelsea asked "Yeah, I just - what happens when I take off these clothes?" "Ooh," She smiles, "Well, you'll make me horny." "Thats not what I meant. I'm still a guy." <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/thelook.png"> She smiles sweetly. "No, look, just try it." She reaches forwards and slips the shoulder straps from your dress. Sliding it down and freeing the fake boobs below. She reaches around and unstraps your bra and then pulls the fake tits free, they pop free from your chest. You let her continue, sliding your panties free leaving you completely naked. Your little dick bobs. Chelsea's hands slide round you and one grips your butt wile the other rubs one of your pecs, teasing your nipple with her thumb. You let out a soft moan. <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/bite.jpg"> "Now," She says. "I see you, all of you, and I see, like, a scared young girl just finding her place in the world, y'know?" She continues to grope you teasingly. "A girl discovering that she's totally a lesbian and that's okay." Chelsea pops open her top, her gorgeous boobs popping free, her nipples hard. "Go on." She says pointing her chest to your face. You feel her breasts draw you in, your mouth open as you obediently suck on her tits. She began to moan as you gleefully sucked at her soft flesh. <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/boobplay.jpg"> Chelsea hiked her skirt up and kick of her own lace panties in one fluid motion, her gleaming shaven pussy pointed to your face. You slide to the floor, to the perfect position to service her. "See totally a lesbian!" Chelsea laughs as she pulled you in, to bury your face in her crotch. You eagerly slobbered at her wet lips, pushing your tongue up into clit. Loving the yelps of pleasure from Chelsea. <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/lesbian.jpg"> She in turn reached her hand around to your butt and slid a finger inside you. Teasing your insides as she licked away. She pumped and you sucked until you both came to a crescendo. [[Your new life->Masseuse ending 5]]

"Come on, can't be that bad, right?" She sits next to you and gives you a hug. "My parents are going to kick me out. I'm going to be living on the street." Clara snorts. <img src="images/clara/end/02.jpg"> You glare at her. "Whoops, sorry, just pictured you working the streets. Y'know, like you are." She gestures to your outfit. "But, um, well, you could probably stay at our place." You look up, stay with Clara? Well that would be alright. "Really?" You ask. "Would your parents be okay with it?" "Hmm, they'd expect you to make up for rent. You'd have to like do all the chores and stuff." She smiled. "Oh." "Yeah, it would be great, you'd be like our live-in maid." Is she for real? Is she actually doing this to you? Her eyes light up again, "Oh, one more thing! My Mum doesn't allow boys over, so obviously you'd have to finish your..." She swirled her finger round searching for the word, "-transistion." "I'm not doing that!" "Aw." She actually pouted at you. "Well, don't worry about it then, I'm sure with an ass like yours you'll be able to find a way to survive on the streets." "I don't, I- look." You stammer. "Are you really doing this to me?" She flitted her eyes, indignantly, "What saving your dumb ass from the street, yeah, you want it or not?" "Of course, but-" "So you'll be our new maid and do whatever your told?" Her tone was now very serious, pointedly pronouncing each specific word. You pause, unable to match her serious stare. "Okay." You say and when she doesn't react, "I'll be your maid." The serious look dissipates instantly, she breaks out into a massive grin, clapping her hands. "Yay! This is going to be amazing!" <img src="images/clara/end/03.jpg"> She jumps up and starts wandering through the clothes racks lined up in the wardrobe. You follow her, "What are you doing?" "Stealing." "Stealing?" You say confused. Clara stops, "Score, I knew they'd have one." She stands up and turns to face you. She's holding a maid outfit, it appears to be made of black rubber and is a touch revealing. She carefully folds it over and puts it in her rucksack. "Right, lets go!" "But-" You're still wearing all your stage clothes, plus you don't really want to steal. Maisey would be so angry. "Move, bitch!" Clara swats at you. A more immediate danger. You quickly turn and hurry back out to her car. Where you drive off back to her place. You sneak in upstairs to her room. "Right, time for you to get ready for work." Clara laughs throwing the maid outfit at you. She watches you, with a smug grin as you strip down in front of her and put on your new uniform. <img src="images/clara/maid/maid3.png"> Your cock dangles out of the tight panties and Clara giggles. <img src="images/clara/maid/maidcrotch.png"> Eventually you get yourself sorted. "You look fantastic!" "Thanks" You say. You're tired and not willing to fight. "Aw, don't worry, you're going to love your new life." [[Your new life->maid ending 4]]

<<set $top = "men1">><<set $underwear = "">><<set $bottom = "men1">><<set $profile = "male">> "Hey, hun, how's it going?" Maisey asks you, perhaps she can tell the answer to that by the look on your face. "Shall we just get you out of the dress?" She asks. You don't need a second offer. You strip down immediately. She grabs the dress and hangs it up neatly. You're already struggling with your bra when she walks behind you to help. <img src="images/maisey/dressed.png"> "You know, you made quite a cute girl." "So people keep telling me." "If you ever wanted to have some fun with it. You could come over some time. Let me experiment on you?" She unhooked the bra. "Thanks but no thanks," you grumble, "I'm not into this shit." "Oh, okay then." She clears your makeup off and you get dressed and head out. So, you've failed high school, and you're jobless. So what, you're a real man. [[Ending->Bum ending 6]]

<<set $top = "naked_male">><<set $underwear = "penis">><<set $bottom = "">><<set $profile = "male">>You go with Clara back to her place. Her parents are out and you plan to take full advantage. You go up to her room, sneaking a grope and a kiss. She giggles as you do. "You have got confident." She teases. "Hey, look at me. I'm a changed man!" You say giving a little spin in your dress. "Speaking of changing, can I use your loo?" She glares at you. "I thought we were going to have some fun?" "Patience!" You say as you close the door. You quickly undress, pulling up your dress and removing your bra. You try to pull your fake boobs off but the glue has them stuck to your skin! Fortunately you're not an idiot and you use a little water and soap and pop them free. You slide off your cute pink panties and look down at your boring male clothes in your bag, you know what you don't need them. You turn around and stride right out of the en-suite, stark bollock naked. <img src="images/clara/manly_end/topremove.png"> "Woah!" Clara gasps as you stride casually back in the room. "I thought you were getting changed, not stripping." You shrug. "You know what? I've had a confusing last few days and I thought maybe I should just wear my birthday suit and be me - you like?" She laughs and puts her hands on your chest. "Not bad. Does make me a bit over dressed." "Yeah, you've really fucked up there. You better sort yourself out." You demand. "Hey, alright Mister." She says, sliding her hands down to her enormous chest, taking a heavy breath, showing off her rising tits moving against her hands. She grips her top and pulls it up. Her tits bounce free in a bright orange bra, but her top gets caught up. "Um, a little help here, naked boy?" <img src="images/clara/manly_end/topup.png"> You saunter over and reach around her sliding the top free. As you go, you unclasp her bra strap and pull that with the top. <img src="images/clara/manly_end/givehand.png"> "Hey!" "I'm just catching you up!" She hops on the bed, sticking her ass in the air and looking back at you. "I still got my jeans." <img src="images/clara/manly_end/jeans.png"> You leap on after her, grabbing her around the waist, wrestling her jeans off her. She laughs manically as she struggles to resist. You pull her jeans off and jump up triumphantly. She looks up at you, "So like, now what are you going to do with me?" <img src="images/clara/manly_end/naked.jpg"> "Come on Clara, I know you've never matched up to my dizzying intellect, but even you should realise you're gonna get a good fucking." You grip your hard cock and jump back on the bed. You slide her panties aside with one finger and starts rubbing her the right way, she's already dripping wet and your fingers slide easily up and down. She groans with pleasure and reaches out for your dick. She grips it hard and matches your rhythm. You stare each other down, seeing who we'll lose control. You feel the heat rising inside you, but then suddenly Clara's moans jump up an octave. She squeaks and starts shaking, letting go. You grin at her and she pouts. <img src="images/clara/manly_end/handy.png"> "Ahh, you think your magic fingers have me beat, huh? You underestimate me." She grabs your cock and slides over to you. Pushing her gorgeous tits up against your member. <img src="images/clara/manly_end/gripped.jpg"> She turns pushing your cocks up her soft cleavage. You find yourself quickly turned on to your back as she pushes up and down. As your cock slides between her tits she teases the head off it with her tongue. <img src="images/clara/manly_end/tongue.png"> She gives you a smug grin as you start moaning in pleasure. "While I have these beautiful tits I'll always have the upper hand." She muses. <img src="images/clara/manly_end/winning.jpg"> "You sure?" You ask. "Yup." She wiggles her tits proudly. <img src="images/clara/manly_end/control.jpg"> "Don't they make you a bit top heavy?" You ask innocently, moving a hand to her thigh. "Huh?" You hook your leg round the bed leg and pull yourself upwards, tipping her back with the same motion. She loses her balance and falls back on the bed, her heavy tits bouncing with her as you now sit over her. Your cock lined up with her wet pussy. <img src="images/clara/manly_end/positionchange.png"> She smiles. "Well, fuck me." And you do. You slide inside her and start pounding away, she moans in delight. You Have the good sense to slow down before you cum. Switching up positions and taking her from behind. She rams into you almost screaming with pleasure. You can just about hold on as you writhe together, pumping away. <img src="images/clara/manly_end/behind.png"> "Wait, wait, wait." She moans as she grips the sheets. "Not inside me. I'm not on the pill." "Really?" You pull out, "We were using the pull-out method?" "Yeah, guess you're not the only one who takes risks." She smiles, looking at your throbbing cock. "Don't worry I won't let you down." She opens her mouth wide and beckons with her tongue. You move forward and slide your cock into her begging mouth. <img src="images/clara/manly_end/tonguebeckon.png"> She sucks you like a goddamn angel. Her tongue just massaging the head of your cock. Applying just the most perfect amount of suction to drive you into ecstasy. You look down into her large dark eyes as she intensely drives you towards orgasm. You body shakes you feel the cum shooting up through you. <img src="images/clara/manly_end/sucks.png"> She tightens her lips against your shaft just for a second causing you to ride that pleasure wave. Before releasing, you spurt inside her mouth and then as she pulls back your dick continues to drain a large pool of white cum dripping down her tits. <img src="images/clara/manly_end/cumasyouare.png"> She holds her tongue out, you can see the cum on it. She pulls herself up and with an exaggerated motion, swallows. She drops her tongue back out showing you it clean. <img src="images/clara/manly_end/gulp.png"> She looks up. "You know, you and me might have something." [[You grin.->Clara real man ending 10]] <img src="images/clara/manly_end/end.jpg">

The two of you leave the school together. You're still dressed up as a girl. You'd rather get changed but Clara has other ideas. You're celebrating. You head out to a bar in town. You get let in easily, no need for ID checks for girls like you. A good job as you don't exactly look like your ID right now. Clara gets the first round in. Which is apparently 3 shots each, a glass of red wine for her and a pink cocktail for you. <img src="images/clara/wimpy_end/wine2.jpg"> "Wait, why do only I have the girly drink?" She sniggers, "Because I'm cultured and you're a ho." You'd get angry but instead you get drunk and then when she gives you that look and suggests you go like girls do to the bathroom together, well, you don't say no. You two stumble into the loo and when no-ones looking Clara pushes you into a stall, flips your dress up and starts giving you a handjob through your panties. <img src="images/clara/wimpy_end/hj.jpg"> You're instantly hard and as soon as you are. She laughs and spins around, running out of the bathroom. Your dress is held up on your erection. You sit in the bathroom waiting for it to go down. When its finally limp enough to be held back in the panties you exit the loo. You look around the bar and find Clara sitting with a man on a couch, giggling away. You go over to her. As soon as they see you they both cheer. <img src="images/clara/wimpy_end/couch.jpg"> "Hey, this is David, he's going to give us a lift back to my place so we can keep celebrating." [[Go out to his car->Davids car]]

<<set $top = "naked">>"Of course." You say and you reach forward and pull her close to you. Your lips lock and you kiss passionately. You grip tightly against each other and just make out. Chelsea steps back. Her eyes sparkle. "Let's go back to mine and celebrate." "You read my mind." You reply. You find yourself unconsciously speaking with your character's girly pitch and inflection. You don't mind though. When you get back to Chelsea's you find the house empty, her parents are out for the night and Chelsea is looking at you with a fierce sexual hunger. "You were amazing tonight." You smile. "What do you mean? Tonight's not even started!" <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/kiss.jpg"> You slide your hands inside her shirt, groping her luscious tits, as you move in to kiss her neck. She moans softly as you unbutton her shirt, teasing her hard nipples. You slowly lower yourself down to suck on her tits. Giggling as Chelsea struggles to contain her arousal. She falls back to the couch, allowing your hands to slide further down her body, removing her short skirt then her frilly red panties. You slowly circle her clit with your fingers. Enjoying the slippery slicks as you rub against her lips. <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/boobplay.jpg"> She stares at you open mouth, looking down the top of your dress at the cleavage of your large silicone tits. "You're like the hottest girl ever." "Thanks" you say, giving your big tits a playful shake. Before wriggling out of the tight dress. You lean forward in just your girly pink underwear and sit with your mouth just an inch away from Chelsea's sopping pussy. You pause for a second to build tension and then bury your face forward. Sucking at her clit before lapping your tongue down towards her opening, and then teasing her insides with its tip. <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/lesbian.jpg"> Chelsea moans in pleasure as you push her over the edge. Her whole body writhing in ecstacy. Minutes later and you're both breathing deeply and looking happily into each others eyes. "Okay," She says. "Now it's your turn." [[Your future->Chelsea win ending 9]]

<<set $top = "suit">><<set $underwear = "">><<set $bottom = "suit">><<set $profile = "male">>Maisey helps you out of your dress and girly outfit. You put on your normal clothes glad you'll never have to wear anything so embarrassing again. You go home and tell your parents the good news that you've graduated and fortunately they don't ask too many questions. You get a good job interning as a car salesman and a nice girlfriend you have regular sex with. And you never once think about that humiliating ordeal where you were made to cross dress. Not at all. You never think about wearing panties or anything. Nope. You're a real man. <img src="images/day5/dawn.jpg"> REAL MAN ENDING (7/10): THANKS FOR PLAYING

<<set $day4claraStripped = true>><<set $profile = "male">><<set $top = "naked_male">> <<if $chastity>> "Do you mind if I go back to being a man?" You ask as you remove your wig and fake tits. Clara smiles sweetly, "Come here." You move up the bed to her. "If you take off those panties are you going to pull your little dick out and have a good time with it?" You hesitate. "Oh dear, is it still caged?" You nod. She reaches forward and lightly slaps your face, "Oh dear then. Looks like you couldn't be a man tonight if you wanted to. So why don't you do what your told and get to your knees. You dumb slut." She says it so sincerely, she knows how horny you are, so she can get away with it. She just about contains a cruel smirk that's fighting to take over her face. <img src="images/clara/cunni/secret.png"> [[Get down on your knees->go down on her]] <<else>> <<set $underwear = "penis">> "Girl," You say, "that is the most delightful pussy I ever saw." You move forward and gently put a finger to tease her moist lips. "But Im afraid you're going to make me break the illusion." As you continue to rub with one hand with the other you grab your wig and chuck it to the floor. <img src="images/clara/cunni/cringe.png"> "Oh no!" Clara grumbles but you can hear her shortness of breath as you continue to work on her. You release the fake boobs, and slip your panties down to your ankles, all without ceasing the playful rubbing. "No fair!" Clara hisses. "You bring out the man in me." "That man better be damn good at eating my cunt." She pouts. [[Obligingly you slide to your knees->go down on her naked][$day4endMale = true]]<</if>>

Vala leads you down a short hallway to a large open room. You look up, there's no ceiling on the room, you guess people can look down from the darkness above you can't see anything thanks to the bright lights around the floor. There's two figures lying on the ground as you enter. They're a man and a woman, both essentially naked other than a series of ropes criss crossing their bodies. There are three small podiums in the room. Vala strides in purposefully. She takes the podium between the two bound figures as a seat. The bondage victims struggle to their knees you see they're both gagged. "Right!" Declares Vala. "Our troupe is all here. Time to do some dancing. But first you need to come over here." You approach wearily. She stands up rapidly, grabs you and pushes you over the podium. As you fall you can hear laughter from above. Vala then pulls a rope from the podium and in seconds has your arms tied together behind your back to the podium. <img src="images/dungeon/domme/tied2.png"> She then flips you over, you [[beg to be spared->vala gags]] [[tell her you're leaving->vala gags]] [[say nothing->vala gags]]

<<set $profile = "gagged">>There's no time to speak. She stuffs a small sponge ball in your mouth then slaps a square of thick tape across your face, sealing your lips shut. "My dancers don't have to talk." She smiles. She slips a hand above your dress and then pulls the top of it down, dislodging your bra too so that your silicone titties bounce free. She then wraps a rope around your chest above and below your boobs. Tying your arms in. She finishes your new costume by pulling your panties down to your feet. You feel the cool air of the room blowing in on your junk between the chastity cage bars. <img src="images/dungeon/domme/tied.png"> "Now, all three of you, up." The other two slaves leap on to their respective podiums. You follow suit and climb up. "Spread your legs." You spread your heels as far from each other as the podium allowed. Vala walked to each podium and clamped a manacle around each ankle, locking your legs apart. She then disappeared behind you. Something was sliding up from the centre of the podium, you tried to look down but can't see passed your own big tits. When you finally get the angle, you see the pole being cranked upwards is all the way to your crotch. There's something pink on the end you can't make out but you can guess what it is. Vala grips your bare bum, pulling on a cheek, you feel something slippery slide up your thigh. It reaches your anus. You instinctively stretch upwards pushing even further on to your heels to get away from it. But after a few more cranks there's no escaping it. Vala positions you in place, you can feel the lubed up toy pushing between your cheeks, you try to stretch away but you can't. A few more cranks and the pressure on your hole is too much, you wriggle a little and it slides in penetrating you. The sensation is completely alien, you scream out a high pitched gasp. The unseen audience cheers. Vala stops, you have been penetrated maybe up to an inch, but with your bonds and manacled legs you are entirely unable to escape. <img src="images/dungeon/spread.png"> You watch, standing up, as it takes Vala an agonizingly long time to put the other two slaves in the same place you are. If your legs give out you find yourself skewering yourself on the shaft holding you. The anal penetration forcing a moan out of you. [[Try to hold on]]<<set $top = "naked">> <<set $underwear = "chastity">> <<set $bottom = "">>

<<set $day4endMale = true>><<set $profile = "male">><<set $top = "naked_male">> Naked - you carefully peel away at the sticky glue holding your big fake tits to your body. You painstakingly remove the tits and carefully put them away. With your make up washed off and out of your clubbing clothes you finally look yourself again. Time to [[sleep->d4sleep]]

You finally come around. Your brain takes a few seconds to get in gear. It's Friday, you have an exam today. You also have a show today. You check your phone. <<if $day4late === true>> And you are very late. SHIT!! You spring from the bed. In full panic mode.<</if>> <<if $day4chelsea === true>><<set $top = "dress">><<set $underwear = "panties">><<set $bottom = "">><<set $profile = "wig">> Chelsea wakes up too. "What's wrong?" "Look at the time!" You scream and start frantically getting changed back into your girl clothes. "Hey, you're not just running off are you?" She asks. You pause. "Um, well I have to go? But, you and I, we need to try this again. Tonight? After the show?" "It's a date!" [[Head to school->d4 school with tits]] <<else>> You don't want to waste any time. You hurry from bed. <<if $day4endMale !== true>> <<set $top = "dress">><<set $underwear = "panties">><<set $bottom = "">><<set $profile = "wig">> As you go to get changed you look down. You'd almost forgot you still had tits. You never thought that would be a problem! You get dressed in your clothes from the last night and get ready for school, carrying your normal clothes in a bag. You head downstairs quickly. As you go to open the door you see your Mum staring at you. You can't explain. So you don't. You open the door and run out. [[Head to school->d4 school with tits]] <<else>> <<set $top = "men1">><<set $underwear = "">><<set $bottom = "men1">><<set $profile = "male">> You get dressed in your normal clothes, have a nice breakfast and go to school. With your fake tits in your bag. [[Head to school->d4 school normal]] <</if>><</if>>

<img src="images/locations/schoolFront.jpg"> As you approach school you have a simple plan in mind. Find Maisey, get her to help you into more every day clothing. Get through exams. Get back into costume for the show tonight. But getting to the drama wardrobe unseen might be harder than you expect, you see kids playing and cheering in the courtyard. Most people are finished with their exams and the party is already beginning. You try to sneak around the crowds. You're fully aware with what little of your makeup remains and your dress in its current state you are basically doing a walk of shame. <<if $day4late === true>> You check your phone, it's already 11am. You have the exam at 1pm. You shouldn't waste time. <</if>>As you pass a group of boys laughing together and writing on each others shirts a gust of wind blows up causing your skirt to flip up, flashing your panties. The boys all cheer and several wolf whistle. <img src="images/day5/wind.jpg"> "Keep the show up sugar tits!" One yells. You run off passed their laughing. But as you run the crowds seem to notice you more. The boys' eyes, checking out your body, the girls seem judgemental at your sloppy state. <img src="images/locations/toiletdoor.jpg"> You sprint into the nearest girls' bathroom and lock the cubicle door behind you. You take a few minutes to just control your breathing and calm down, finally you're ready to head back out and go the short walk down to wardrobe. You leave the cubicle and go to wash your hands, and see a girl standing next to you. <<if $day4bexMet>><<set $day5bexMet = true>> It's Bex, the journalist, you can see, she's even got a camera with her. She's looking at you, curiously. "Hey" You say in a little high pitched voice as you plan your escape. "Wait!" She grabs your arm. "It's you, isn't it, $name?" <img src="images/bex/stopyou.png"> Shit. "No." You try unconvincingly. "Oh my God! It is, and you're already dressed for the show!" She looks down your body. "Heck, almost undressed for the show." "I need to go." "Wait, how about a few pictures for the paper. Close ups will be better than stage shots." "I'm a mess." "I think you look great." "I need to go." "Wait, I'll do you deal, if you pose for me now, I'll keep your name out of the paper." You shake your head. She grins evilly. "Okay, then the main headline's going to be '$name discovers his slutty side in school play.'" She sees your shocked expression and giggles, "Well, I'm sure I can think of something worse by tonight, or how about a few little photos?" "Alright. You can have three poses, then I'm off." "Deal!" She declares with a smug smile. "Number 1, face-on, hands on hip. Stand up straight and smile!" You do as you're told while she snaps several pictures at different angles. <img src="images/bex/photosmile.png"> "Great, now number 2, lean forward, give me a little pout and if you could just bring your hands up slightly to your chest?" You pout and lean forwards, holding your hands back to your stomach. Bex reaches forwards and pushes your hands into the position she wanted with you groping your own tits. She then takes like a hundred photos. <img src="images/bex/photo2.png"> "Brilliant, last one, lean forward on the sink and just smile." At least this one isn't so bad. "Okay, stay in exactly that pose." You freeze, she takes a photo side-on, checks it, then proceeds further round. Before you realise it, she's taking photos from right behind you. Up skirt shots, capturing your butt cheeks and panties. "Hey!" "I'm done, run along." You head out. <<else>> Lizzie, a girl from one of your classes is redoing her makeup in the mirror. <img src="images/lizzie/makeup.png"> "Oh, hey" She says. She doesn't seem to recognise you. "Hey." You reply. In a soft high pitched voice. "Can't believe it's our last day of school already." "Yeah." "Like I thought I'd have done so much more by now. You know before uni." "Me too." You agree, hoping it will stop the conversation. "Like, I haven't had a boyfriend all year, I thought before Uni I'd certainly have... y'know." "Oh." "There was this one guy I kinda fancied actually, $name, do you know him?" You shake your head. "I thought he was sorta cute, but well it turns out I'm an idiot. You know the play tonight? He's in that, but he's doing it as a drag queen! I didn't even know he was gay!" <img src="images/lizzie/sideeye.png"> You want to argue but think better of it. "Crazy." You say, and run on. <</if>> [[Go to wardrobe->day5 wardrobe tits]]

<img src="images/locations/schoolFront.jpg"> <<if $day4late === true>> You jog to school, the more you think about it the more you realise how little time you have. Your exam is at 1pm. It's 11am now. You had meant to get in early and do some more revision before the exam started. So much for that plan. <<else>>You hurry to school. The plan is to do get some revision in before the exam, it's 9am now so you have 4 hours before the exam.<</if>> You need to visit Maisey now to give her a heads up that you ignored Treetham's wish and removed all your costume. As you reach the school you see kids playing and cheering in the courtyard. Most people are finished with their exams and the party is already beginning. Why did you have to have an exam today? You try to head towards the drama wardrobe. <<if $day4bexMet>><<set $day5bexMet = true>> <img src="images/bex/corridor3.png"> But your way is blocked. Bex, the sadistic journo, stands in front of you, holding her camera. "Hey, can I get passed?" You say "Not without a photo." She smiles. "Fine." You pose, giving her the V sign, V for Vuck off. She takes the picture, "That'll do. I needed a before shot." "You know the classy thing might be to not draw attention to this." She giggles, "Sure. But instead I reckon we put you on the front page of the end of year edition. No, wait, on page 2 with the before and then the after shots, well, I think you'll make a great page 3 girl!" "You are such a bitch." You mumble. "Oh bad mistake $name, tonight, you're the bitch and for that, I'm going to make sure to pick the most humiliating photo I can." You ignore her and push passed her into wardrobe. <<else>> <img src="images/lizzie/corridorback.png"> Your way is blocked, Lizzie, a class mate of yours, is bent over in hysterics. She sees you and she perks right up, "$name, woo! Last day!" She grabs at you stumbling, like somehow she's drunk already. "Woo." You muster, as you catch her. She looks up at you, holds your arms and starts to dance around you. "Time to leave this hellhole." You give that a cheer. You want to run away - right now. "But I will miss you $name." She adds pulling you close, you hug her back feeling her soft tits against your chest. You let the moment hang, quietly, you didn't know Lizzie that well, but you always got on. "I'll miss you too." You reply. "Aww." She murmurs. "I'm going to see your show tonight." "Oh, uh good." <img src="images/lizzie/corridor1.jpg"> "It's so brave of you to do it. You know there was a time when I had a little crush on you." She looks up. "Ah well, I always seem to end up fancying gay guys!" She pulls away and starts dancing off. "Wait-" You try, but she's already gone. Fuck. Just because you're cross dressing in a play doesn't mean you're in the closet. You think as you enter the closet - uh, wardrobe. <</if>> [[Meet Maisey->meet Maisey 3 undressed]]

You open the door and see Maisey sitting on a comfy chair away from the clothes. She's dressed up more than usual in a cut black strappy dress and her hair down. She looks much more relaxed than normal. <img src="images/maisey/stretch.png"> "Hey Maisey!" She looks up and smiles, "Hey $name." Then she looks down, "Wait, where's your boobs?" "Well, I took them off, a bit embarrassing to have them on all night!" You try to say casually. "What? Oh man, I thought you were going to keep them on, you mean I have to redo them tonight. Shit." "I'm sorry!" "That's no good, I literally won't have enough time, I'll have to do you early, say at 2pm." "Um, what? I have an exam then." "Well fuck that, I'll do it now." "I'd rather not do my exam in drag." A flash of anger shoots across Maisey's normally joyful face. "Oh, no Mister. You're the one who's fucking with my schedule you're going to do what I say!" She smiles again. "And don't worry - if you're well behaved I'll make everything nice and subtle for the day." "Right, sure." <img src="images/maisey/lean1.png"> "Great!" She leans forward. "Now, if you don't want to miss your exam, you better hurry up and get out of those ugly boy clothes." There's several discrete places to change in the wardrobe but you got the feeling she wasn't giving you that luxury. You passed Maisey the bag with your costume in it and then rapidly stripped down to just your boxers. Maisey pulled the clothes out the bag. "And what naughty things have you been up to in these?" You don't answer, you just stand there feeling awkward. "Aw, forget I asked." She leads you back over to the makeup desk, you sit down and she tilts the chair back to the point we're you're looking up at her. She's got the fake tits with her, she furrows her brow. "You know if you stick with this we're going to have to find a more permanent solution." She flicks your nipples and giggles. She leaves you in place as she fetches the white container. She sits above you and sprays it on to your bare chest, bigger gloops than before. You really hope the tits will still come off! She then splats the rubber titties into place. Holding them down in place, maintaining a heavy pressure. "Now, you hold them down, I'll be back in ten minutes." She gives you a smile and runs off. Leaving you, very distinctively male, alone in the makeup area, groping your own tits. [[Wait for her return->wait_naked]]

You hand in your exam paper to the teacher and scurry out the hall. She'll mark the exams then and there and text everyone the results by the end of the day, only then will you know if any of this was worth it. As you leave the hall you see a friendly face, Clara, sitting on one of the benches outside the exam hall. As you see her she's looking off into the distance, and yet an energy radiates off her, particularly from the effect the tight jazzy pink shirt has on her wonderful tits. <img src="images/clara/lastdaysmile.jpg"> She finally spots you in the crowd and gives you a cute wave to beckon you over. "Hey, there $name, almost didn't recognise you!" "SShh!" You hiss at the sound of your name. "Oh, whoops, sorry Barbie, didn't mean to blow your cover." You shake your head warily, "So what are you doing here?" "Aw, I came to see my favourite loser fail his last exam." <<if $day4claraBeta || $day4claraAlpha>> "Well bad luck, I'll have you know I aced it." "Really?" "Fuck knows." Clara smiles and takes off her glasses. <img src="images/clara/lastdaycoy.png"> "Ah well, you know, given the new you, after you drop out of school, you could always make money. Y'know," She mimed sucking cock. "I don't want to eat into your business." "Well thats the beauty you see, I could be your pimp. Manage the accounts and what not, coz I actually passed my Maths exam." "Yeah, well done, nerd." "That all you got? I'm thinking this new bimbo lifestyle is causing you to drop IQ points." <<else>> She looks you up and down. "But I can't believe what they've done to you. They've made you into a girl!" "It's just for the show." "You sure you don't want to stay like this? I mean look at you, you're hot!" "Thanks?" "I mean if I were a dyke I'd be all over that. I mean, I'm not, I'm into real men and quite frankly I will never see you as anything but a girly boy ever again. But like a hot girly boy!" "Thanks." Oof, well, you never really stood a chance with her. <</if>> "Right well I have a show to perform." "I know, I have back row seats." "Back row?" "Yeah, I want to see everyone else's reaction when you come out." "Oh, fuck you forever!" <<if $day4claraBeta || $day4claraAlpha>>"Promise?" You smile. "I'll catch you after the show." <img src="images/clara/lastdayhappy.png"> <<else>>"Fuck you too bitch boy." She says cheerily. <img src="images/clara/lastdayglasses2.jpg"><</if>> [[You wave and head back off to wardrobe.->start show]]

<img src="images/maisey/dressed.png"> "Hey, hey hey! If it isn't the cutest cast member of them all!" Maisey runs over to you. "Glad to see you've managed to not degrade yourself in the last few hours!" She gropes at your boobs and makes sure everythings still in place. "Hey Maisey, you ready for me?" "For you? Always, now let's get you out of that adorable schoolgirl outfit, and make you Gemma the club skank again." "Right, I'll just find a changing room." Maisey laughs as if you told a joke, "No, need to waste time on that, we're all a team here, just strip down to your underwear. I won't be a sec." She sees the nervous look on your face, "If it will help I can play some encouraging music?" She turns and heads off, loudly singing, "Ba-da-da-da!" stripper music. You looked around, other cast members were all in various states of undress too, the difference of course being that none of the other guys were dressed as slutty school girls. Fuck it. You think. Not the most embarrassing thing that's happened this week. You pull off the dress, exposing your little panties with the bulge in them. You look up, a couple of guys are staring at you. You give them a nervous wave, before pulling off the tie and shirt leaving yourself in just your pale pink underwear. The guys haven't stopped staring, so you just turn away. <img src="images/maisey/schoolmakeover/pinkunderwear2.png"> Maisey returns, holding a new dress. It was long and bright red. You took it from her, glad to get some clothes back on. You slid into the dress as shown, Maisey pulling the tight fabric up over your bum. She then went behind you to zip you in. As the zip went up your back you felt the tight cups of the dress grip round your boobs, holding itself in place without straps. You took a step forward, the long dress billowed round your legs, somehow cut so that it was shortest at the front, it barely stopped anyone looking up at your panties. Maisey made sure to spend ten more minutes touching up your makeup and making sure you looked extra slutty before spinning you around and looking you in the eye. "I believe in you $name. You can do this." <img src="images/maisey/lean1.png"> "Thanks. I think I believe in me too." You replied. Somehow your voice was higher and girly and sounding perfectly natural. You strode out to the backstage to mingle and wait for curtains up. Ms Treetham was there. She was talking to a nervous looking cast member, she could be so sweet and caring when she wasn't threatening and humiliating you. You took a seat, but if you hoped she wouldn't see you, you were pretty naive. She approached, she'd dressed up for the final show, though her shiny black dress definitely skirted the line of what could be appropriate for a teacher. <img src="images/treetham/day5/greeting.jpg"> "Well there's my Gemma, Maisey really has done fantastic work on you." You nod - you just need to stay in her good books for another few hours. "Yes, Miss." You reply. "Now, Gemma has more pep than that. I want to hear a nice bouncy Gemma response." Just a few more hours. You smile sweet as can be, squeeze your boobs together. Look up at her and in a sugary peppy voice, "Absolutely, Miss!" She smiles at you. "Good girl. You perform properly tonight and you can graduate with all your friends. But I warn you, if you fuck up at all you will get nothing from me, you will fail high school and we all know where you'll end up." <img src="images/treetham/day5/scowl.jpg"> <<if $day4clubbed>> You get flashbacks to the club. Being treated like a slave. Being used like a whore. <img src="images/dungeon/collared.jpg"> <img src="images/dungeon/spread.png"> <img src="images/dungeon/glory.jpg"> <</if>>You nod. "I know Miss." You can hear everyone move into places you sit back and wait. Won't be too long now. [[Wait->places]] <<set $top = "dressFinal">><<set $underwear = "day5pink">><<set $bottom = "">><<set $profile = "hot">>

<<set $day5noSuck = true>> There's no way your sucking that. Not in front of everyone, you can't do it. You turn away and hurry off stage. There's boos from the crowd as you scurry off stage. You see Chelsea standing there. "What the fuck??" She hisses. But there's no time. They switch out the floor light and you two have to hurry into your positions for the next scene. [[In position->return for scene 2]]

<<set $ruined = $day5noSuck || $day5erection || $day5linesMessedUp>> Finally you can leave the stage. You hurry passed Grant, who gives you a cruel leer. <<if $day4claraBeta>> From the side of the stage you take a look out into the crowd. It's calmed down a lot now you've left. You look for Clara in the audience, you can't see her in the back row where she was before. You see Theo but her seat looks empty. You notice Theo is looking down, despite being all alone on the back row. Wait. You can just make out movement. A head. Between the chairs. Bobbing. <img src="images/clara/bjintheatre.gif"> She's sucking off Theo! In the fucking theatre! After what she made you do last night?? The fucking bitch. She's relentless. You want to scream but you force yourself to turn away.<</if>> Suddenly a hand grabbed you from behind. You feel warm breath on your ear. A voice whispers, it's Chelsea's. <<if $ruined>> <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/d5endbad.jpg"> <<if $chelseaScore < 2>> "You fucked it up, everything I worked for you worthless sissy bitch." <<else>> "How could you $name, after all the effort I put in you've ruined the show. And to think I liked you."<</if>> <<else>><<if !$day4chelsea>> <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/d5end.jpg"> "Wow, well done girly, you actually pulled through. I'm sorry I doubted you." <<else>> <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/d5endgood.jpg"> "Wow, you were amazing, I'm going to blow your mind later." Without waiting for a response she let go and ran back on stage for her next scene. <</if>><</if>> You quickly headed back to wardrobe at least now you can finally get back to normal. As you head into wardrobe you get a text message. <<if $day5examPassed>> [[Check text->Exam passed]] <<else>> [[Check text->Exam failed]] <</if>>

'''Exam results for $name: We are delighted to inform you you have passed your exam this morning. Your results will be available to view online.''' Yes! Sweet victory! Now as long as Ms Treetham gives you your credits you will actually graduate high school. All this humiliation might be just worth while. [[Now where's Maisey->aftershow]]

'''Exam results for $name: We are sorry to inform you you have failed your exam this morning. Your results will be available to view online.''' Shit. You failed. Meaning all of the humiliation you went through this week was for nothing. You might has well have just stayed at home. Fuck. [[You need too get back to normal now->aftershow]]

You walk outside kicking yourself, if only you'd taken the show more seriously you could have graduated. Why even do it? Why even dress up like this and humiliate yourself if you're not going to commit to it? You take a moment to sit down, hang your head and cry. <<if $day4claraBeta || $day4claraAlpha>> "Hey Misery guts, what's wrong with you?" <img src="images/clara/end/01.jpg"> You look up. It's Clara. "So, um, interesting performance." You shake your head, "I fucked it up." "Oh, yeah." She nods. "I'm not getting the merit, I've failed to graduate." "Oh, and that's got you down?" [["Yeah."->claras maid]] <<else>> Eventually you head off to find Maisey and get changed [[back->out on your own]]<</if>>

You do a little leap as you bounce out of her office. Hopefully you'll never have to see that crazy woman again. You're practically giggling with glee. <<if $day4claraBeta || $day4claraAlpha>> You hear a slow clap. You look up. "Well done. Who would have thought you had it in you." Clara is standing there. <<if $day4claraAlpha>> <img src="images/clara/manly_end/watchleave.png"> "Hey." You give her a confident nod, "I would have thought after you'd had me in you, you'd have learnt to stop under-estimating me." "So you're a man of many talents?" "I just like to keep them hidden." "Very hidden." "Now, now you keep that up and I won't let you join in the tonights celebration." "Aw, I'll be good, I promise." "Well then, lets go celebrate." [[You grab your stuff and head off with her.->clara real man ending]] <<else>> "Speaking of people with other people in them" You mutter. "Huh?" "I saw you with Theo." "Oh, and? You jealous? I'm sure if you asked super nice, he'd let you suck him off too." She bursts out laughing at your disgusted face. "Aww come on! Look at you-" She gropes a boob and pushes forward in your face. "-you're my hot little bitch. I'm not forgetting about you." You try to look angry, but realize it just comes off as a girly pout. Clara giggles at you. "Aww, girl! Come with me, we'll go celebrate." She slaps your butt and laugh as the two of you [[head out->clara cuckold toyboy ending]] <</if>><<else>> <<if $day4chelsea>> You've barely got a second to wiggle your cute butt in celebration than you hear a bounding noise down the corridor. You turn and see Chelsea, leaping forwards to embrace you. You catch her and swing her around. She plants a big wet kiss on your lips. <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/kiss2.jpg"> "So," you grin, "sounds like it went well out there?" You say. "Um, it went amazingly, and it's all thanks to you!" "I only had two scenes!" "And you stole the show." "Aw, thank you!" You say as she snuggles into you again. You snuggle right back. You naturally start kissing, your lips slide together and you stand there in the wardrobe area making out. You get some jeers from the other actors who are slowly returning and when you look up you can see Grant green with envy. You ignore it all. You keep in Chelsea's sweet embrace. "So" She begins, eventually. "Should we go somewhere else to celebrate?" "Of course, let me just go find Maisey to help me out." "Oh, wait." Chelsea stops you, "Um, $name, I, um, need to tell you, I'm like really falling for you. You make me, like, giddy. But I'm not really into guys. I like you, like, as a woman, is that okay? [["Of course."->lesbian love with chelsea]] [[Say "I'm not a woman." and leave her->real man ending 7]] <<else>> You take a second to look around. No-one saw you. Fortunately. Dancing like a little girl. You sort of wish you had someone there to celebrate with, but it doesn't matter, you should get out of these girly clothes as quick as possible. [[You go to find Maisey->real man ending 7]] <</if>><</if>>

You walk outside kicking yourself, if only you'd taken the exam more seriously you could have graduated. Why even do it? Why even dress up like this and humiliate yourself if you're still going to fail your exams? You take a moment to sit down, hang your head and cry. <<if $day4claraBeta || $day4claraAlpha>> "Hey Misery guts, whats wrong with you?" <img src="images/clara/end/01.jpg"> You look up. It's Clara. "So, um, your performance sure was something." "Thanks" You mumble. "Y'know you no longer need to act like a used up ho? You actually did it, you graduated right?" "Nope, failed my exam." "Ah." You nod. "-and thats got you down?" [["Yeah."->claras maid]] <<else>> <<if $day4chelsea>> "Oh, hey, Gemma, what's the matter?" <img src="images/chelsea/happy.jpg"> You look up, it's Chelsea. Looking radiant as ever. You try to control your tears. "Oh, nothing, congratulations on the show, sounds like they loved it." She beams. "Thank you! It means so much to me, and you were great too, so brave!" She gives you a firm kiss on the cheek. She turns a little red, "Seriously, you're the best." "I'm not though. I failed my last exam. I haven't graduated." "Oh, shit." She hugs you. You take comfort in her warm embrace. "You know, the way I'd look it is different." She says slowly. "Sure $name failed his exams and dropped out of high school. But you don't have to be $name. You don't exactly look like a $name, right? You can be whoever you want to be. Like, I think Gemma is beautiful - you could always spend some time as her?" [[Nod->start again female with chelsea ending]] [[Shake your head and leave her->out on your own]] <<else>> Eventually you head off to find Maisey and get changed [[back->out on your own]] <</if>><</if>>

<<set $top = "collar">><<set $underwear = "slave">><<set $bottom = "">><<set $profile = "bimbo">> You try to be a good slave, a good slave for your Mistress. <img src="images/treetham/endings/bimbo-collar-2.jpg"> You try to serve her well, to clean her house and do your chores. And when she needs it, she can fuck you. And you service her with all the eagerness of the most desperate whore. And of course when you fail to meet your Mistress' exacting standards, she punishes you appropriately and you take the pain willingly. Of course, you cannot keep wearing the fake boobs forever. You remove them after a day. Your Mistress has other plans of course. She controls your diet and she supplies you with the pills you need to become the slave she desires. The Estrogen helps you so much, you find your muscles decreasing, your skin becoming softer, your facial hair no longer requires shaving and most importantly you're growing yourself a lovely pair of real titties. Sensitive, teasable, tits. Your Mistress loves them and is always keen to show them and you off to her kinky friends. <img src="images/treetham/endings/bimboslave.jpg"> You get quite acquainted with the local fetish club where Mistress takes you out regularly to be shown off as the lovely little shemale slave you are. You are a very popular toy and there's always someone who wants to try something new. And you're a good slave so you be a good bitch and do as you're told. <img src="images/treetham/endings/bimbo-ass-up.jpg"> <img src="images/treetham/endings/bimbo_frilly.jpg"> Sometimes, you wonder if your life could have been different but then you scold yourself. Naughty thoughts for a lifelong slave. SLAVE ENDING (1/10): THANKS FOR PLAYING

<<set $top = "collar">><<set $underwear = "slave">><<set $bottom = "">><<set $profile = "bimbo">> <img src="images/locations/treethams.jpg"> She takes you back to her place and your training is immediate and brutal. <img src="images/treetham/endings/bondage.jpg"> Failure equals pain and you learn quickly how to best serve your Mistress She keeps you in her apartment, fed and watered and thoroughly controlled. Obedience forced at the end of the whip. <img src="images/treetham/endings/whip.png"> No-one inquired about your disappearance. Rumours abounded of course about the sissy boy in the bizarre play. But having failed high school and having humiliated yourself no-one expected to see you around again. Though they surely never would have guessed. <img src="images/treetham/endings/slavebed.jpg"> And Treetham continued your journey. You couldn't keep wearing the fake boobs forever. You removed them after a day. Your Mistress had other plans of course. She controls your diet and she supplies you with the pills you need to become the slave she desires. The Estrogen helps you so much, you find your muscles decreasing, your skin becoming softer, your facial hair no longer requires shaving and most importantly you're growing yourself a lovely pair of real titties. Sensitive, teasable, tits. Your Mistress loves them and is always keen to show them and you off to her kinky friends. You get quite acquainted with the local fetish club where Mistress takes you out regularly to be shown off as the obedient shemale slave you are. You are a very popular toy and there's always someone who wants to try something new. And you follow orders perfectly. Sometimes, you wonder if your life could have been different but then you scold yourself. Naughty thoughts get you in trouble. <img src="images/treetham/endings/used.jpg"> BEATEN ENDING (2/10): THANKS FOR PLAYING

<<set $top = "bimbo">><<set $underwear = "bimbo">><<set $bottom = "">><<set $profile = "bimbo">> Of course, you couldn't keep wearing the fake boobs forever. You removed them after a day. Your Mistress had other plans of course. She controls your diet and she supplies you with the pills you need to become the girly girl she desires. The Estrogen helped you so much, you found your muscles shrank, your skin became softer, your facial hair no longer required shaving and most importantly you grew yourself a lovely pair of sensitive, teasable, tits. You made a very pretty girl. <img src="images/treetham/endings/bimboface.jpg"> But that was never quite your destiny. Your destiny, Mistress told you, was to be so much more than that. So you got a little surgery on your little tits and suddenly. They weren't so little any more. <img src="images/treetham/endings/bimbo-flash.jpg"> And a few alterations to your nose and cheeks. A little injection in your lips. Really just whatever Mistress thought you needed to iron out those little imperfections. <img src="images/treetham/endings/bimbo-makeup.jpg"> It sure made you popular. At clubs and parties you got a lot of attention. Though maybe if Mistress would let you wear a bit more, not everyone would stare. <img src="images/treetham/endings/bimbopoledancer.jpg"> But then when you're making money dancing at strip clubs, then perhaps staring isn't the problem. <img src="images/treetham/endings/bimbo_dance.jpg"> And hey at least you're used to being on stage now. <img src="images/treetham/endings/bimbo-crowd.jpg"> Granted the real acting comes later when you're really earn your keep keeping the guys and girls entertained. <img src="images/treetham/endings/bimbo-bj.jpg"> <img src="images/treetham/endings/bimbo-receiver.jpg"> Hand and mouth and finally when the surgery was finished, you could even offer up your pussy. <img src="images/treetham/endings/bimbobounce.gif"> And when Mistress is really feeling like showing off she takes you back down to local fetish club where you play bimbo slave for the evening. You are a very popular toy and it's a game everyone wants to play. <img src="images/treetham/endings/bimbo-collar-2.jpg"> A year later and you don't think about your old life at all. In fact you don't think about anything. That's Mistresses job. Treetham tells you to clean, you clean. Treetham tells you to dance, you dance. Treetham tells you drink a bottle of champagne and then stick your naked ass in the air and see if anyone wants to fuck it and well, bottoms up. <img src="images/treetham/endings/bimbo-ass-up.jpg"> BIMBO ENDING (3/10): THANKS FOR PLAYING

<<set $top = "maid">><<set $underwear = "maid">><<set $bottom = "">><<set $profile = "bimbo">> Your parents did disown you. But Clara's Mum was surprisingly cool with this whole affair. Even ordering you around soon. <img src="images/clara/maid/maid1.jpg"> Clara made you dress pretty and do all the chores, sometimes while wearing fake boobs, other times not. Sometimes she made you do humiliating things, sometimes she fucked you. <img src="images/clara/maid/maidfuck.png"> <img src="images/clara/maid/maidfuck4.png"> But you weren't dating, because Clara quite liked inviting guys over to fuck her loudly in the other room and then making you clean up. Eventually you found another job and made enough money to move out. But she left you with a permanent submissive nature and you constantly returned to serve your Goddess Clara. <img src="images/clara/maid/dommeseat.jpg"> MAID ENDING (4/10): THANKS FOR PLAYING

<<set $top = "casual">><<set $underwear = "">><<set $bottom = "jeans">><<set $profile = "hot">>When you told your parents everything they immediately disowned you. Fortunately your new girlfriend was happy to have you living at hers. You started taking Estrogen, which caused such miraculous change in you. Your muscles shrank, your hair stopped growing and well you got a lovely little pair of tits. Chelsea enjoyed squeezing and teasing you and bragging about how much bigger her tits were. <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/nippletest.jpg"> The two of you fucked like rabbits, Chelsea had a libido that couldn't be tamed. Demanding your tongue at any opportunity and while mostly the sex was loving, she started getting a little rough with you, especially when you'd been unemployed for months. <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/peg.jpeg"> Eventually you found a nice job as a massage therapist. You were good with your hands and people liked a cutey like you. You had to control yourself around the hot female clients and reject a few of the more optimistic men. <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/masseuse4.png"> Eventually you made enough for your final operation. Chelsea loved your new pussy, so much better than that useless little thing you had before. And finally you were all woman and could get a proper fucking. <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/operation.jpeg"> Chelsea wasn't exactly monogamous so not infrequently a friend was brought home, either a lovely young girl for the two of you to play with and there was little you enjoyed more. <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/friend.jpg"> <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/friend2.jpg"> Or sometimes a guy that had caught her fancy and while of course you weren't interested in men you made sure to be with your girlfriend. To be there beside her. <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/helping.jpg"> To help her. <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/friendshelp.gif"> To support her. <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/helper2.jpg"> And to share with her. <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/share2.gif"> You were so deeply in love. <3 <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/partners.jpg"> NEW START ENDING (5/9): THANKS FOR PLAYING

Unfortunately your parents threats to evict you were legit. It didn't help that they'd heard what you were doing on that stage. You were out of the house by morning. You thought about going to your friends. But, fuck em. They didn't intervene when you were being humiliated by that shitty school why would they help you now. You tried to get a job, but no-one would hire a homeless 18 year old who'd failed high school. So you took to beg and stealing to stay fed. Hunkering up in the cold and wet below a bridge, alone and miserable. But, y'know at least you don't wear panties. <img src="images/locations/alley.jpg"> HOBO ENDING (6/10): THANKS FOR PLAYING

<<set $top = "suit">><<set $underwear = "">><<set $bottom = "suit">><<set $profile = "male">>Dating Clara is something else. She's a kinky fucking nymphomaniac control freak and you love her. Sex is something different every day, you own a small shop's worth of sex toys. So you can tie each other up. Fuck all the holes and spank whatevers left. Sometimes you crossdress. Sometimes she does. Some days she'll be sweet and some days a total bitch. It's a fucking ride riding her. <img src="images/clara/manly_end/ending1.jpg"> <img src="images/clara/manly_end/ending2.jpg"> <img src="images/clara/manly_end/ending3.png"> <img src="images/clara/manly_end/ending4.png"> <img src="images/clara/manly_end/ending5.jpeg"> <img src="images/clara/manly_end/ending6.jpeg"> <img src="images/clara/manly_end/ending7.jpg"> <img src="images/clara/manly_end/ending8.jpg"> Still what a win. You got a good job out of high school as a salesman intern and fortunately you never had to do history or maths again. You think about marrying Clara, but my God, what would the wedding be like? MARRIAGE ENDING (10/10): THANKS FOR PLAYING

You sit in the back while Clara sits in the passenger seat. You can see her hand drifting over to his thighs as he drives. "I've told David all about you. How you were one merit off failing high school and you managed to pull it off on the last day. He said he was very impressed." He didn't say anything. You get out at Clara's and hurry inside, though apparently you don't need to as her parents are out. Clara offers to get you both drinks. You end up sitting on opposite ends of the couch. David still doesn't talk. Clara come back with a beer for him, a red wine for herself and another girly pink drink for you. You're already quite drunk but you feel like you might need it. The sweet drink is delicious and you find the effect almost immediate, when you look up at Clara with her wine she looks like a Goddess. <img src="images/clara/wimpy_end/queen.jpg"> She then pulls all her clothes off. Not like a Goddess. Time to celebrate. She walks over to you naked and begins kissing you on the lips, you can taste the wine on her breath as she sticks her tongue down your throat. You can't help but kiss the naked beauty back. You feel her grope your fakes boobs and your real cock. You pull away and see David has his dick out, as he's stroking himself while watching you. Clara nods, "You're right $name, we can't forget David." She gets off you and walks back to him. Making full eye contact with you she gets to her knees and slips his enormous cock inside her mouth. She maintains eye contact as she sucks. <img src="images/clara/wimpy_end/eyecontact.png"> David laughs, "Hey $name, you want some cock too?" You sit there terrified. Clara takes a break from sucking for a second. "Aw, don't be mean David. $name has only just been turned into a slut, she doesn't know what to do yet." She beckons. You walk over. She kisses you and pulls off your dress and unclips your bra. Your fake tits stay glued to your chest. Your half mast cock is pretty obvious in your panties. David doesn't seem bothered. Clara kisses you again. "Oh $name, you are so much fun. But I do need real cock, you know? But you have your uses." She pulls your head down to her chest and you kiss her gorgeous tits, burying your face in the soft pillows. <img src="images/clara/wimpy_end/lipsticks.jpg"> She rubs your cock with one hand and David's with her other. She then pulls back and lifts herself up on to his stiff cock. Still watching you. "I didn't say you could stop sucking my tits." She says as she bounces on his cock. You try not to look down as she rides him, instead shuffling over and putting your head back down to kiss her tits. <img src="images/clara/wimpy_end/boobface.png"> "Aw, we'll have you trained up in no time." Clara teases between gasps as she's pounded. <img src="images/clara/wimpy_end/3some.png"> Clara pulls herself off him and looks back to you. "Now you get to have my pussy." You look down at your cock sticking out from your panties. "No not with that. With your tongue, slut!" Clara says turning onto her knees. You get underneath her and bury your face in her pussy you can feel the wet juices from the fucking drip onto your face. You hear David stand up and reposition himself so Clara can suck him off while you eat her out. <img src="images/clara/wimpy_end/underneath.jpg"> You keep going. You hear the moans of him and her. You keep sucking and licking until Clara is shaking. She grabs you and shifts off you. You look up to see David's massive cock in her mouth right above your face. You can see him spurting into her open mouth, cum spraying off her huge tits and hitting you in the face. "Aww did we get some on you?" Clara laughs. You nod, feeling the sticky semen on your skin. "Well then have some more!" She takes her giant cum covered tits and slams them into your face. She grabs them and wipes them against your cheeks and mouth. You struggle to breathe and end up gasping, feeling drops of cum get inside your mouth. David grunts a single laugh of derision and gets up and goes. "Thanks for the lift David!" Clara calls out. You look up in shock. Clara grins at you, "Guess you didn't know that I was somewhat of a slut. But don't worry, you're my slut now so everything's going to work out." [[The future->Clara sub ending 8]] <<set $top = "naked">><<set $underwear = "penis">><<set $bottom = "">>

So you and Clara have an interesting relationship. <img src="images/clara/wimpy_end/braces.jpg"> Sex pet, might be the best word. Clara seems to find herself incredibly dominant around you. Teasing, fucking, tying you up and using you. Almost entirely with you dressed as a woman or as she's started to call you her little pet sissy. <img src="images/clara/wimpy_end/playful.jpg"> <img src="images/clara/wimpy_end/collar.jpg"> You probably shouldn't put up with it. But the problem is she's just too damn hot and you'd do anything for her. <img src="images/clara/wimpy_end/stunning.jpg"> So when she ties you up and has guys slap you in the face with their cocks or when she sticks ice cubes up your butt and puts clamps on your nipples you find yourself simply obeying her. She is really hot. <img src="images/clara/wimpy_end/tease.jpg"> And well so are you now. You started taking estrogen. It was pretty much a requirement, and then well, Clara didn't want you to feel embarrassed about your little tits so the two of you invested in a little surgery and now you're almost as stacked as her. <img src="images/clara/wimpy_end/surgery.jpg"> You kept your little cock though. Clara needed something to lead you around by. <img src="images/clara/wimpy_end/leash.gif"> <<set $top = "busty">><<set $underwear = "sissy">><<set $bottom = "">><<set $profile = "hot">> PET ENDING (8/10): THANKS FOR PLAYING

<<set $top = "casual">><<set $underwear = "">><<set $bottom = "jeans">><<set $profile = "hot">> Later you told your parents you were going through a lifestyle change and needed to move out. Fortunately your new girlfriend was happy to have you living at hers. You started taking Estrogen, which caused such miraculous change in you. Your muscles shrank, your facial hair stopped growing and - well -you got a lovely little pair of tits. Chelsea enjoyed squeezing and teasing you and bragging about how much bigger her tits were. <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/nippletest.jpg"> The two of you fucked like rabbits, Chelsea had a libido that couldn't be tamed. Demanding your tongue at any opportunity but she always happily paid back in kind. <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/lookingAtCamera.jpg"> You quickly found a nice job as a saleswoman. You were calm and charismatic and people always seemed interested in hearing what you had to say and it wasn't just that you were a total cutie. <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/saleswoman.jpg"> Eventually you made enough money for your final operation. You said a tearful goodbye to your little pecker and took the final dive. The operation was a complete success. Chelsea loved your new pussy, she was only to eager to get down and show you how much she loved it. <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/operation2.jpg"> Living, working and fucking together. It all seemed so easy. Love came as easily as the orgasms. <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/thelook.jpg"> And well, you've just bought an engagement ring. so the plan is to never stop. <img src="images/chelsea/newgirlending/sweet.jpg"> CHELSEA ENDING (9/10): THANKS FOR PLAYING

<<set $day1Surprise = true>> "Just come by the drama hall at the end of the day." "Sure, see you there." You say. She nods and turns to bounce away. Well there you go, you're sorted, right? You just have to learn to act. You spend the rest of the day worrying if you'll be any good. The day ends and you immediately head towards the drama hall. You wait outside not knowing anyone. <img src="images/locations/hallway.png"> You look around until you spot Chelsea, script in hand, moving her lips as she read through the characters lines. <img src="images/chelsea/profile2.jpg"> "Oh hey!" She calls out as she sees you. "You're early." "Excited to get started I guess." "Oh yay! That's a great attitude!" She says. "Well, you got my inspired, I think I can do this." "Oh $name, I know you can. You're going to be brilliant. Let's go inside and I'll introduce you to the director." [[Head inside->surprise role]]

You go back to the hall, ignoring everyone else in full rehearsal, you go straight to Ms Treetham. "Right, got my stuff." She opens the bag, "Okay. This will do. I have some homework for you $name. You need to get into the mind of your character. I want you to go to the loo and put on your new panties. [[Accept->try panties]] [[Refuse->refuse panties]]

Maisey takes your hand and pulls you into a closed off changing area. <img src="images/maisey/open.png"> "So, um, you ready to become a girl?" She asks, clearly trying to rein back her excitement. "Uh, let's just get on with it." You reply. "Alright then. Strip." She doesn't look away. You pull of your top and jeans, trying to do it normally and not like you're putting on a show. You get down to your panties. "I think we need a fresh pair today." She says, you pause and she gestures to take them off. You can't help but comply. <<if $chastity>> You pull down your panties and reveal the chastity cage around your little cock. Maisey turns red, "Oh, I didn't realise how dedicated you were." <<else>> <<if $horny > 1>>You pull down your panties and your cock springs loose, hard and straining and directed towards Maisey. She turns red, "Oh my, I didn't realise how excited this made you. You're going to need to get that under control." <<else>> You pull down your panties and your cock flops out. Maisey giggled. "Oh, it's so cute!" <</if>><</if>> She moves closer to you. "Okay, put this on." <img src="images/maisey/items/thong_off.jpg"> You look at the new pair of panties, the straps are thinner but there appears to be more space at the front. You pull them on, manoeuvring your genitals inside. The straps slips snugly between your butt cheeks as you move the tight panties into place. <img src="images/maisey/items/thong_on.jpg"> Maisey takes a second to admire you then fetches the next item. <img src="images/maisey/wardrobe1.png"> "Guess what you're getting today-" She spins around holding the fake tits. "Boobs! Yay!" <img src="images/maisey/items/fakes.jpg"> She massages a thin seal of body-glue against your chest, then applying an even pressure she squashes the fake breasts snugly against your chest. She then makes you hold them in place as she fetches the bra. She unclasps the skimpy lingerie and nestles the bra cups around the tits. She then goes behind you and pulls the clasps of the bra tight in, locking the boobs to your chest. <img src="images/maisey/items/bra_back.jpg"> "Fantastic!" She continues merrily. You can't help but take a second to grope your new tits. <img src="images/maisey/lips2.png"> "Now, sit your ass down. We're going to make you so pretty!" She practically pushes you into the makeup chair and in seconds has begun work on your face. You don't really understand makeup so you don't know quite what she did to you, you can only guess. She must have covered your face with creams and powders four times over. She doused you with eye shadow and painted thick lashes. She took great care with an enormous lipstick to coat your lips till they were practically dripping. She even spent minutes just covering up the lines from where the fake boobs sat on your chest. When she was finally done she pulled your wig into place like putting a star on a finished christmas tree. She spun you around to see yourself for the first time in the mirror. [[Look->mirror 2]] <<set $profile = "">> <<set $top = "">> <<set $underwear = "">> <<set $bottom = "">>

<img src="images/locations/examhall.jpg"> You try to focus. Try to pretend you're not dressed up like a schoolgirl. You open the exam. You can barely focus on the words. Did you revise enough? You muddle through the first short questions before getting to the big beast. [[The essay question->henry1]]

You try to shake your head, but Vala's having none of it. She pulls you up to your feet and drags you with her to one corner of the room. The corner narrows to a booth like space with three walls on each side. Vala pushes you into it, blocking the entrance herself. You can hear footsteps beside you, the platform the crowd is on is probably only three feet off the ground. You look up. You can't see the faces looking straight down at you, but you can see a thin gap in the wall around head height. A black curtain blocks out the gap a bit but you can tell there's bodies on the other side. "Come on boys, lets throw Gemma here our traditional welcome shower." You hear furious tugging just behind the curtain and then like a goddamn whack-a-mole a couple of dicks appear. You gasp and as you do they blow their loads, the first catching you in the chin. You try to push past Vala back into the main room, but she catches you by the neck and pushes you back to the wall right between two dicks. <img src="images/dungeon/glory.jpg"> They spurt cum down your face, hot, goopy and white, a sticky spray. There's a big cheer. And more shuffling behind you. You try to move away again but this time Vala, laughing maniacally, has your cock and balls in her hand. She crushes your balls. You scream in pain and some fucker gets a lucky shot off and arc of jizz sprays into your mouth. The crowd goes wild. You spit and drool it away, but the taste is never leaving. You close your eyes and just let it happen. Several more sprays to the face. <img src="images/dungeon/closedeyes.jpg"> When you open your eyes, Vala is still in front of you. "Look up bitch." You look up. Hands are reaching over the rafter and dropping handfuls of paper money down. The shower of dollars hits you and sticks to your cum covered body. The semen welled up on your tits seems to work almost as a sticky basket for the money. "A round of applause for our newest whore." Vala demands - and she gets what she demands. You don't react, you can't, you just stare. <img src="images/dungeon/covered.jpg"> [[It's over.->let go]]

<<if $profile == "male">><img class="profile" src="images/profile/male.png"><</if>><<if $profile == "wig">><img class="profile" src="images/profile/wig.jpg"><</if>><<if $profile == "hot">><img class="profile" src="images/profile/hot.jpg"><</if>><<if $profile == "gagged">><img class="profile" src="images/profile/gagged.jpg"><</if>><<if $profile == "smeared">><img class="profile" src="images/profile/smeared.jpg"><</if>><<if $profile == "goth">><img class="profile" src="images/profile/goth.jpg"><</if>><<if $profile == "bimbo">><img class="profile" src="images/profile/bimbo.jpg"><</if>><hr/><<if $top == "men1">><img class="top" src="images/top/men1.jpg"><</if>><<if $top == "men2">><img class="top" src="images/top/men2.jpg"><</if>><<if $top == "red">><img class="top" src="images/top/red.jpg"><</if>><<if $top == "silver">><img class="top" src="images/top/silver.jpg"><</if>><<if $top == "black">><img class="top" src="images/top/black.jpg"><</if>><<if $top == "dress">><img class="top" src="images/top/dress.jpg"><</if>><<if $top == "naked">><img class="top" src="images/top/naked.jpg"><</if>><<if $top == "naked_male">><img class="top" src="images/top/naked_male.jpg"><</if>><<if $top == "school">><img class="top" src="images/top/school.jpg"><</if>><<if $top == "dressFinal">><img class="top" src="images/top/dressFinal.jpg"><</if>><<if $top == "collar">><img class="top" src="images/top/collar.jpg"><</if>><<if $top == "bimbo">><img class="top" src="images/top/bimbo.jpg"><</if>><<if $top == "maid">><img class="top" src="images/top/maid.jpg"><</if>><<if $top == "casual">><img class="top" src="images/top/casual.jpg"><</if>><<if $top == "bra">><img class="top" src="images/top/bra.jpg"><</if>> <<if $top == "suit">><img class="top" src="images/top/suit.jpg"><</if>> <<if $top == "busty">><img class="top" src="images/top/busty.jpg"><</if>><<if $underwear != "">><hr /><</if>><<if $underwear == "pink">><img class="underwear" src="images/underwear/pink.jpg"><</if>><<if $underwear == "blue">><img class="underwear" src="images/underwear/blue.jpg"><</if>><<if $underwear == "chastity">><img class="underwear" src="images/underwear/chastity.jpg"><</if>><<if $underwear == "thong" || $underwear == "panties">><img class="underwear" src="images/underwear/thong.jpg"><</if>><<if $underwear == "penis">><img class="underwear" src="images/underwear/penis.jpg"><</if>><<if $underwear == "day5pink">><img class="underwear" src="images/underwear/day5pink.jpg"><</if>><<if $underwear == "bimbo">><img class="underwear" src="images/underwear/bimbo.jpg"><</if>><<if $underwear == "maid">><img class="underwear" src="images/underwear/maid.jpg"><</if>><<if $underwear == "slave">><img class="underwear" src="images/underwear/slave.jpg"><</if>><<if $underwear == "sissy">><img class="underwear" src="images/underwear/sissy.jpg"><</if>> <<if $bottom != "">><hr /><</if>> <<if $bottom == "men1">><img class="bottom" src="images/bottom/men1.jpg"><</if>><<if $bottom == "men2">><img class="bottom" src="images/bottom/men2.jpg"><</if>><<if $bottom == "skirt">><img class="bottom" src="images/bottom/skirt.jpg"><</if>><<if $bottom == "suit">><img class="bottom" src="images/bottom/suit.jpg"><</if>><<if $bottom == "jeans">><img class="bottom" src="images/bottom/jeans.jpg"><</if>> Times studied: $study Script memory: $lines

You run into wardrobe and find Maisey lying back in a pretty black dress. On every table and surface there's a stack of clothes, tagged and normally bagged waiting for any cast member who's having trouble. <img src="images/maisey/dressed.png"> "Hey, $name, you're a hot mess." "Hey Maisey. I could do with a bit of help actually." "Oh yeah?" "You see I have an exam today at 1pm and I was hoping you could give me a subtle makeover, I know I need to keep the boobs on so maybe if I just looked like an ordinary girl till tonight." She smiles, "Sure thing $name! Anything for my favourite new girl." "Thanks." "Firstly let's get that messed up dress off you." She helps you out of it and then you just stand there in front of her in bra and panties. She walks around you, "You know you hold up well. Aside from that of course." She flicks your panty bulge. "Okay, you're going to need fresh underwear, so you might as well strip down completely." She watches as you remove the rest of your clothes, standing there naked with fake tits and your dick out. She guides you to her makeup chair and using a set of wipes carefully removes your makeup. "Great, you're a big boobed blank canvas again!" <<set $top = "naked">><<set $underwear = ($chastity ? "chastity" : "penis")>><<set $bottom = "">><<set $profile = "wig">> [["Time to get to work"->meet Maisey 3]]

"$lastEntered"<<if !$lastCorrect>><<set $day4lines -= 1>><</if>> "What is it?" Chelsea asks as you show her the pill. Her eyes bulge, she looks around and then with a nervous titter she sticks her tongue out to take the imaginary pill. You raise your hand and place nothing on her tongue. She licks it. <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/drug.jpg"> <<button "Say:">><<script>> let options = [ "Don't worry, it's just some molly.", "Don't worry, it will make you party.", "Don't worry, it will set you free.", "Don't worry, it will get you horny.", "Don't worry, it will free your tits." ] setup.optionator(options, State.variables.day4LineTime, State.variables.day4LineReveal, "first-scene-over", "Just eat it.", 2) <</script>> <</button>> <div id="timerblock"></div> <div id="answerblock"></div> <div id="nextblock"></div>

"$lastEntered"<<if !$lastCorrect>><<set $day4lines -= 1>><</if>> You say. Like yesterday Chelsea leans over you and you check out her tits. <<if $chastity>>Only this time your little cage stops you embarrassing yourself<</if>> <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/d4cleavage.jpg"> Chelsea continues, "Oh, you shouldn't let him treat you like that, you don't deserve it!" <<button "Say:">><<script>> let options = [ "Of course I do, I'm just some whore", "Of course I do, I'm just a girl", "Of course I do, I'm just some cumslut", "Of course I do, I'm just some bitch" ] setup.optionator(options, State.variables.day4LineTime, State.variables.day4LineReveal, "dr-last-line", "I do, I think", 0) <</script>> <</button>> <div id="timerblock"></div> <div id="answerblock"></div> <div id="nextblock"></div>

"$lastEntered"<<if !$lastCorrect>><<set $day4lines -= 1>><</if>> Chelsea hugs you, you enjoy her soft touch. Chelsea pulls back and looks down at you - all earnest, "Don't say that, you are not a whore!" <<button "Say:">><<script>> let options = [ "Thanks, babe, but I am what I am", "Thanks, babe, but I don't need your pity", "Thanks, babe, but you don't get nothing from denying your desires", "Thanks, babe, but you don't get nothing from denying your true self" ] setup.optionator(options, State.variables.day4LineTime, State.variables.day4LineReveal, "finish-dr", "I do, I think", 3) <</script>> <</button>> <div id="timerblock"></div> <div id="answerblock"></div> <div id="nextblock"></div>

"$lastEntered"<<if !$lastCorrect>><<set $day5linesMessedUp = true>><</if>> "Sure I am - so I must be in the right place?" <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/d5hemflip.jpg"> As she gets closer she suddenly spins, caught up in the music, she grabs you and you grab her back, grinding against her. There's cheers from the crowd. And you find yourself unable to stop - you spin and dance a raunchy animalistic dance together. Sweaty bodies pressed together gyrating with the beat. <img src="images/stage/finale/dancinggif.gif"> Chelsea moves her lips to your ear and whispers. <<if $day4chelsea>> "I think I love you." <<else>><<if $chelseaScore >= 2>> "You're doing amazing!" <<else>> "Enjoy the last time a woman lets you this close." <</if>><</if>> The music is turned down <<button "Say...">><<script>> let options = [ "You sure are, let me show you how city girls fuck.", "I love you", "You sure are, let me show you how city girls party." ] setup.optionator(options, State.variables.day5LineTime, State.variables.day5LineReveal, "showdrug", "...What", 2) <</script>> <</button>> <div id="timerblock"></div> <div id="answerblock"></div> <div id="nextblock"></div>

"$lastEntered"<<if !$lastCorrect>><<set $day5linesMessedUp = true>><</if>> <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/pill.jpg"> "What is it?" Chelsea asks as you show her the pill. Her eyes bulge, she looks around and then with a nervous titter she sticks her tongue out to take the imaginary pill.<<if $day4chelsea>> As you raise your hand she leans forward and licks it <img src="images/chelsea/theatre/lick2.jpg"> <</if>> <<button "Say:">><<script>> let options = [ "Swallow bitch.", "Don't worry, it will set you free.", "Suck it.", "Lick it.", "Eat it." ] setup.optionator(options, State.variables.day5LineTime, State.variables.day5LineReveal, "line challenge live", "Just eat it.", 1) <</script>> <</button>> <div id="timerblock"></div> <div id="answerblock"></div> <div id="nextblock"></div>

"$lastEntered"<<if !$lastCorrect>><<set $day5linesMessedUp = true>><</if>> Chelsea continues, "Oh, you shouldn't let him treat you like that, you don't deserve it!" <<button "Say:">><<script>> let options = [ "Of course I do, I'm just some whore", "Of course I do, I'm just a girl", "Of course I do, I'm just some cumslut", "Of course I do, I'm just some bitch" ] setup.optionator(options, State.variables.day5LineTime, State.variables.day5LineReveal, "showlast", "I do, I think", 0) <</script>> <</button>> <div id="timerblock"></div> <div id="answerblock"></div> <div id="nextblock"></div>

"$lastEntered"<<if !$lastCorrect>><<set $day5linesMessedUp = true>><</if>> Chelsea hugs you, you enjoy her soft touch. Chelsea pulls back and looks down at you - all earnest, "Don't say that, you are not a whore!" <<button "Say:">><<script>> let options = [ "Thanks, babe, but I am what I am", "Thanks, babe, but I don't need your pity", "Thanks, babe, but you don't get nothing from denying your desires", "Thanks, babe, but you don't get nothing from denying your true self" ] setup.optionator(options, State.variables.day5LineTime, State.variables.day5LineReveal, "leave stage", "Thanks babe", 3) <</script>> <</button>> <div id="timerblock"></div> <div id="answerblock"></div> <div id="nextblock"></div>

<<set $examLives = 2>><<if $study < 1>><<set $essayTime = 5>><<set $essayReveal = 5>><</if>> <<if $study == 1>><<set $essayTime = 8>><<set $essayReveal = 4>><</if>> <<if $study == 2>><<set $essayTime = 15>><<set $essayReveal = 3>><</if>> <<if $study > 2>><<set $essayTime = 30>><<set $essayReveal = 1>><</if>> You read the final essay question: Henry VIII is most well known as the King with 6 wives. Is this what he should be famous for, discuss? And start writing cobbling together your vague recollection into what you hope is a remotely accurate answer: You write: No, Henry VIII was a pivotal figure in English history, not because of his number of wives but because of <<button "...think">><<script>> let options = [ "his role in the English reformation", "sporting accomplishments", "sexual prowess", ] setup.optionator(options, State.variables.essayTime, State.variables.essayReveal, "henry2", "His massive cock", 0, "You write") <</script>> <</button>> <div id="timerblock"></div> <div id="answerblock"></div> <div id="nextblock"></div>

$lastEntered<<if !$lastCorrect>><<set $examLives -= 1>> Fuck, that's stupid. <img src="images/maisey/schoolmakeover/disgust.png"> Nevermind keep going. <</if>> It would be misleading to see him as a man who was a serial marriage taker as in fact his first marriage <<button "...think">><<script>> let options = [ "with Catherine of Aragon lasted 24 years", "with Anne Seymour was very loving", "with Jane Parr was just for show" ] setup.optionator(options, State.variables.essayTime, State.variables.essayReveal, "henry3", "Was a trainwreck", 0, "You write") <</script>> <</button>> <div id="timerblock"></div> <div id="answerblock"></div> <div id="nextblock"></div>

$lastEntered<<if !$lastCorrect>><<set $examLives -= 1>><</if>> and proved a successful and advantageous marriage. However as she was in her late forties by annulment and Henry had no heir the marriage was doomed. So he had no choice but to: <<button "...think">><<script>> let options = [ "behead her and go to war with Spain", "divorce her and break England from the catholic church.", "marry again and have two wives" ] setup.optionator(options, State.variables.essayTime, State.variables.essayReveal, "henry4", "make her into a bimbo MILF", 1, "You write") <</script>> <</button>> <div id="timerblock"></div> <div id="answerblock"></div> <div id="nextblock"></div>

$lastEntered<<if !$lastCorrect>><<set $examLives -= 1>><</if>> It was this act and not his love life that would be pivotal. Leading to war and disunity across the country and creating a permenant Catholic Protestent divide. The marriage to his <<button "...think">><<script>> let options = [ "Cousin Jane Cleves", "Mistress Anne Boleyn", "Scribe Catherine Howard" ] setup.optionator(options, State.variables.essayTime, State.variables.essayReveal, "henry5", "Fuck bunny Boleyn", 1, "You write") <</script>> <</button>> <div id="timerblock"></div> <div id="answerblock"></div> <div id="nextblock"></div>

$lastEntered<<if !$lastCorrect>><<set $examLives -= 1>><</if>> ..was short lived. As she likewise failed to produce an heir. Again succession trumped other failings in the relationship <<button "...think">><<script>> let options = [ "And so she was divorced.", "And so she was beheaded.", "Until she died in childbirth." ] setup.optionator(options, State.variables.essayTime, State.variables.essayReveal, "henry6", "sent to the dungeon", 1, "You write") <</script>> <</button>> <div id="timerblock"></div> <div id="answerblock"></div> <div id="nextblock"></div>

$lastEntered<<if !$lastCorrect>><<set $examLives -= 1>><</if>> However it was his third marriage, which we see as successful. When his new wife, <<button "...think">><<script>> let options = [ "Jane Grey, united England and Scotland.", "Jane Seymour, produced a male heir.", "Jane Eyre, paid off his debts" ] setup.optionator(options, State.variables.essayTime, State.variables.essayReveal, "henry7", "Jean Grey, sucked him off.", 1, "You write") <</script>> <</button>> <div id="timerblock"></div> <div id="answerblock"></div> <div id="nextblock"></div>

$lastEntered<<if !$lastCorrect>><<set $examLives -= 1>><</if>> She however, <<button "...think">><<script>> let options = [ "Cheated on him", "Died young of health issues", "Was French" ] setup.optionator(options, State.variables.essayTime, State.variables.essayReveal, "henry8", "was a prostitute", 1, "You write") <</script>> <</button>> <div id="timerblock"></div> <div id="answerblock"></div> <div id="nextblock"></div>

$lastEntered<<if !$lastCorrect>><<set $examLives -= 1>><</if>> With an heir and a country reformed under crown not church we should see this is the end of Henry's historical significance. The Anne of Cleves marriage shouldn't be counted <<button "...think">><<script>> let options = [ "As they were siblings", "as it was never even consummated.", "because she was a horse." ] setup.optionator(options, State.variables.essayTime, State.variables.essayReveal, "henry9", "becuase I give up", 1, "You write") <</script>> <</button>> <div id="timerblock"></div> <div id="answerblock"></div> <div id="nextblock"></div>

$lastEntered<<if !$lastCorrect>><<set $examLives -= 1>><</if>> And by the time he was dating Catherine Howard he was already well in decline. In conclusion. Henry. Set himself up as God given ruler and that's more important than how many women he might have got off with... ---- <<set $day5examPassed=false>> You finish the essay. That wasn't good. <<if $examLives > 1>><<set $day5examPassed=true>>But it's the best your dumb ass was going to do. <img src="images/maisey/schoolmakeover/happy.png"><</if>><<if $examLives == 1>><<set $day5examPassed=true>>In fact you're sure you made mistakes. <img src="images/maisey/schoolmakeover/disgust.png"> You can only hope you scraped by.<</if>><<if $examLives < 1>> God you hate exams, <img src="images/maisey/schoolmakeover/shock.png"> You could almost cry but you already look silly enough. <</if>> [[Run away->after_exam]]

<<set $day1StuffCount += 1>><<set $study += 1>> <<set $day1Study = true>> You're sensible. With less than a week till your final history exam you start cramming. Names,.. dates,... the human motivations that drives the motion of history. It's all boring as hell, but you plough through. [[Okay. You can stop now.->home day1]]

<img src="images/dungeon/domme/suck.png"><<set $underwear = "penis">> "You can imagine the cock swallowed whole, licked and sucked, till it shoots its thick cream?" "Um." Your face flushed red, where was she going with this? "Do you dream of what it's like to swallow that milky cum down your throat?" "What? N-" You start. But she grabs your cock and pulls you down. There's giggling in the crowd. "Now ladies and gentleman, mostly gentlemen let's be honest." Vala calls out, her voice raising in volume with practised projection. "Today we have a treat, a young pure little virgin called Gemma. We made her dance for you earlier as I hope you all saw." Cheers in the dark. "But what Gemma is really here for is to learn what it's like to be a - well there's no polite way to say this - whore!" You want to run away or to cry maybe, but you find yourself again caught in the headlights. Vala looks over, "Mandy could you get up here please." The tall blindfolded dickgirl gets to her feet and looms over you. Standing to attention. Vala reaches out and turns Mandy sideways positioning her cock between the two of you. "Magnificent isn't it?" The thick cock bounces under its own weight. <img src="images/dungeon/domme/sideeye.png"> "I'm not - I'm not -" You stammer. "Aww she's shy!" Cue laughter. "Don't worry, I'll do most the heavy lifting, you just watch." She begins to stroke the hefty dick, keeping it just in your eyeline. She grins at you from the other side. "Don't worry, this isn't making you gay." She plays with the head, you can hear Mandy softly moan. "No, lots of young girls your age like big dick." You open your mouth to reply, trying to think of some comeback, but Vala interrupts you. "Oh yeah, leave that pretty mouth open. We can fill it good." You instantly shut your mouth. "Aw. Don't be such a prude. You can't look at this tasty cock and pretend you're not a little hungry?" She licks her lips as she bounces the dick in your face. <img src="images/dungeon/domme/lick.png"> "Don't be afraid! We'll soon have you sucking cock like the best of them." She picks up pace, suddenly pointing the cock directly at your face. You duck in fear. More laughter, no cum. Vala moves the dick back keeping the pace. Mandy slides her hands up to her boobs and gropes herself. Her moans are louder now. "Look." Calls Vala gleefully, you look back and catch her wide-eyed stare at the straining cock gripped tight in her hand. The shaft pulses. Vala pinches and somehow guides the shaking cock to drain, a slow ooze of bright white cum, down a single finger. <img src="images/dungeon/domme/feed2.png"> She focuses right back on you. Her voice changing from teasing to deadly serious, "Hey, bitch. If you want to keep your balls, open your mouth and stay very still." You obey automatically. She grins ecstatically as she slowly brings her cum covered finger up to your face and slides it inside your mouth, "Suck!" Your lips close around her finger and she draws it back. The salty gloop sucked off as she slides her finger from your mouth, stopping to tap your closed lips. "Don't spit. Don't swallow. I want you to savour it, cum-whore." The taste is not good, sticky. salty, but somehow also sweet, like a goop of stale popcorn. Her finger pulls upwards on your chin and the cum slides to the back of your throat. You swallow to avoid choking. "Good girl." Did you really just do that?? What the hell is happening. And why are you hard? "So you like cum do you?" [[Shake head]]

The wait is painful, especially as you know you have an exam shortly. Suddenly the wardrobe door opens, and you feel relieved. Until, of course, you realise it isn't Maisey. It's your tutor Ms Isler. <img src="images/tutor/close.jpg"> Her eyes bulge in shock, "Oh, hi $name." "Hi Miss." "Have you seen Maisey?" "Uh, she should be around." "Right, thanks, um, good luck tonight." "Thanks Miss." She runs out quickly. It takes another five painful minutes before Maisey's back. She pops her head over you and grabs your boobs. "Awesome, they feel pretty solid!" She then reaches into the makeup supply and grabs a jar of toner. <img src="images/maisey/lickhand.png"> She looks you in the eye as she licks her hand before scoping a handful on the stuff up and massaging the thick blobs around the edges of your tits hiding the lines. She then blows it with a hairdryer. "Great, now you're a guy with boobs!" "Right, thanks." She smiles, "You're welcome. Now, lose the boxers. I want to start work on my big titted blank canvas." When she sees you hesitate she giggles, "Oh don't worry I've seen your little thing before." You slide the boxers off your legs, you feel very naked. But Maisey has that wicked smile on her face. <img src="images/maisey/evilgrin.png"> <<set $top = "naked">><<set $underwear = ($chastity ? "chastity" : "penis")>><<set $bottom = "">><<set $profile = "wig">> [[Lean back->meet Maisey 3]]

<img src="images/locations/office.jpg"> You head straight into her office and take a seat on her couch, feeling like you're the ho getting interviewed in a cheap porno. Treetham enters the room and shuts the door behind her. <<if $ruined>> She's wearing a sharp scowl on her face. She lets you linger in silence for a few seconds before addressing you. "$name, when you came to me, looking for some merit points to not fail, you said you'd do anything. And yet tonight you've proven you can do the simplest of things." <img src="images/treetham/day5/anger.jpg"> "You have tainted my show." <<if $day5linesMessedUp>> "You couldn't even learn your lines<</if>> <<if $day5erection>> "That incident on stage was the most pathetic thing I've ever seen.<</if>> <<if $day5noSuck>> "You didn't commit to the role and you embarrassed us.<</if>> So of course I cannot award you any merits." <<if !$day5examPassed>> "It doesn't matter," You mumble, "I failed my exam anyway." "Hah!" She laughs, "Christ you are a dumb bitch. Dropping out of high school, ending up like this. Failing at everything. You are almost entirely a waste of a human... However there may be something I can do with you." [[Listen->treetham owns you ending]] <<else>> No! How could she? After everything you were made to do. <<if $day4clubbed>> She continues. "So, I thought I made myself quite clear last night, what would happen to you if you didn't perform, well now it's time to pay off your debt" [[Accept your punishment->treetham punishment ending]] <<else>> She doesn't seem to notice your heartbreak. <<if $chastity>> "Here take this key and go unlock yourself." She throws you the key. Shamelessly you pull your panties aside and finally let yourself free. <</if>> "Now, I hope you enjoy the rest of your life as a penniless vagrant. Get out of my sight." [[Run away->failed show final]] <</if>><</if>><<else>> Treetham enters and takes a seat. She stares at you on the couch all tarted up. A thin smile creeps across her lips. <img src="images/treetham/day5/impressed.jpg"> "$name, when you came to me, looking for some merit points to not fail, you said you'd do anything and tonight you've proven yourself good on your words. Congratulations, I grant you one merit to the school award, is that enough for you to graduate?" <<if $day5examPassed>> You nod. "Well congratulations and I hope I wasn't too tough on you, but you have to get results." Reluctantly you nod. "Good, I'm glad I've at least installed discipline into you." <<if $chastity>> "Here take this key and go unlock yourself." She throws you the key. Shamelessly you pull your panties aside and finally let yourself free.<</if>> "Now go celebrate." [[You run off->passed_everything_final]] <<else>> You shake your head Treetham snorts. "Seriously? You failed your last exam." You nod. She laughs. "So everything you did for me did nothing to help you. You've still failed." You nod again. <<if $day4clubbed>> She stops laughing. "Ah well, I did say where you'd end up if you failed. Maybe this is what you wanted. Or maybe you're just a bit of a bimbo. Either way, don't worry, I'll look after you." [[She explains->treetham dumb bitch ending]] <<else>> "Well you better go off and drown your sorrows, you dumbass." <<if $chastity>> "Oh, here take this key and go unlock yourself." She throws you the key. Shamelessly you pull your panties aside and finally let yourself free. <</if>> "Now run along." [[You leave->failed exam final]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>>

"Now ladies and gentleman, my slaves will dance for you." A heavy techno beat starts. You can't dance though. You're tied up. Vala had a riding crop, when she spots you not dancing she takes only a second to whip you across your rear, "Dance, bitch!" You do your best, you bop your head, shrug your shoulders and wiggle your boobs. That gets a cheer. "Keep going." You try to keep dancing you find your legs giving out and you slide an inch further down the pole, the dildo on top stretching your insides. "Time for your debut!" Vala hits a latch on the bottom of the podium, and kicks it forward. You realise the podium is on wheels. The crowd has left upstairs and starts to come in the door people grab at you and your fellow slaves and wheel you outwards still bopping along. The movement of the podium being wheeled out causes yo to lose your balance and fuck yourself further. You are paraded into the main room where you are left on display for the crowd. If you stop dancing Vala hits you. A few of the more lecherous club members reach under your skirt for a grope. Some seem surprised to find your cock and balls. Others not. Most who have a grope are nice enough to stuff your skirt with a few dollar bills. You see Ms Treetham watching you from her couch, laid back drinking a cocktail. With a contented smug smirk on her face. Finally, after twenty minutes of dancing you are let free. As you collapse to to the ground, Vala whispers down in your ears. "Well I hope that's warmed you up." <img src="images/dungeon/domme/line.png"> [[Internal screaming->bdsm club scene 2]]