Farrix Academy for Girls

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Farrix Academy for Girls is a game primarily about sissification and forced feminization. While there is a lot of content present, it is still in development, and as such may contain bugs/spelling errors. Your opinion on the game means a lot to me! Feedback will be immensely helpful in fixing bugs, adding to and altering the content that’s already there, and also informing the direction of content that’s yet to be added. All characters are above the age of 18, and all pictured models are above the age of 18. [[Starting options<-Begin]]

Currently included kinks are sissification, voluntary and involuntary transformation, bimbofication, chastity, BDSM, submission, humiliation, feet/shoes and fantasizing over clothing/materials. Future updates will include complete MtF transformation (path dependant), and a dominant PC. <hr> __Optional content__ Cuckolding: <<checkbox "$FCuck" 0 1 >> Watersports: <<checkbox "$FPiss" 0 1 >> Sounding: <<checkbox "$FSounding" 0 1 >> Sexual assault/rape: <<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Currently affects 1 event, but may expand in the future");<</script>><</button>> <<checkbox "$FRape" 0 1 >> ABDL: <<checkbox "$FABDL" 0 1 >> Foot fetishism: <<checkbox "$FFeet" 0 1 >> Nylon fetishism: <<checkbox "$FNylon" 0 1 >> Physical violence: <<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Currently affects 2 events");<</script>><</button>> <<checkbox "$FViolence" 0 1 >> Reference drug usage: <<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("One character is mentioned to be addicted to drugs. Disabling this removes those references.");<</script>><</button>> <<checkbox "$FDrug" 0 1 >> __Other settings__ Easy stress management <<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Sets stress to 0 when sleeping; not advised");<</script>><</button>> <<checkbox "$SManag" 0 1 >> Easy lust management <<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Sets lust to 0 when sleeping; not advised");<</script>><</button>> <<checkbox "$LManag" 0 1 >> <hr> You can edit the protagonist and step sister's names here. The names of other character can be changed after meeting them. Your name: <<textbox "$name" "James">> Step sister's name <<textbox "$Hannah" "Hannah">> [[Intro<-Start]] [[Chapter Select 1<-Chapter select]] \ <<set $Start to 1>>\

<<set $CK to [1, 0, 1]>>\ <<set $CL to [0, 101, 101]>>\ <<set $M to 45>>\ You wake up to the violent shriek of your alarm. After slamming it off, you get dressed and head downstairs to the kitchen, where $Hannah is already awake, and preparing breakfast. “Morning, $name . How’d you sleep?” You chat for a while about nothing important while eating some food, which is helpful for distracting you from the daunting idea of going to an all girl’s school. $Hannah seems to pick up on your nerves, diffusing them as best she can by reminding you it’s only temporary, and that maybe you’ll meet someone special during your brief time there. “If it’ll ease your nerves, I’ll walk there with you. Afterall, you don’t even know the way, do you?” The TV is also faintly on in the background, where a well dressed man sits behind an official looking desk. "...And that concludes the weather. Turning to the news, a video prankster went viral recently after posing next to the lifelike mannequins in the clothing store Eclipse Clothing. The video shows him standing completely still for several hours, as thousands of shoppers walk by, admiring his fashion. The performance was up after 6 hours, when he could be seen running towards a bathroom. Users are commenting on his impressive stamina, but also his dedication to the prank, as an oblivious store clerk changed his outfit halfway through, swapping out his jeans and t-shirt for a skirt and crop top.”\ Together you wash the dishes, before setting off for your first day at Farrix Academy for Girls. [[1-1<-Continue]]

<<set $Home to 0>>\ <<include [[Chapter Settings]]>>\ <<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ <<if $CC2 is 3 and $Code is 1>><<set $CC2 to 2>><</if>>\ \ __Quick change__ [[Room 0<-Outfit set 1][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit1)]] - [[Room 0<-Lingerie set 1][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie1)]] [[Room 0<-Outfit set 2][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit2)]] - [[Room 0<-Lingerie set 2][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie2)]] [[Room 0<-Outfit set 3][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit3)]] - [[Room 0<-Lingerie set 3][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie3)]] <<if $Hangers is 1>>[[Room 0<-Outfit set 4][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit4)]] - [[Room 0<-Lingerie set 4][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie4)]] [[Room 0<-Outfit set 5][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit5)]] - [[Room 0<-Lingerie set 5][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie5)]] <</if>>\ [[Closet]] - [[Lingerie<-Underwear drawer]] - [[Vanity table]] \ <<if $H gte 23 or $H lt 9 or $Priority is 1>>==Computer==\ <<else>>[[Computer<-Computer]]<</if>>\ <<if $H gt 7 and $H lt 23 and ($HAlert is 1 or $AshAlert is 1 or $JenAlert is 1)>> - You have a new message!<</if>> \ <<if $H gte 23 or $H lt 9 or $Priority is 1>>==Bathroom==\ <<else>>[[Bathroom<-Bathroom]]<</if>> \ <<if $H gte 23 or $H lt 9 or $Priority is 1 or $S gt 9>>==Chores==\ <<elseif $H lt 23 and $H gt 8 and $Priority is 0>>[[Chores]]<</if>> \ <<if $S gt 9>>You're far too stressed to go outside right now.\ <<elseif $H gt 20>>It's too late to go out right now.\ <<elseif $Priority is 1 or $H lt 9>>\ <<elseif $App is 1>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 30]] <</if>>\ \ <<if $H lt 21 and $H gt 7 and $Priority is 0>>[[Room 0<-Sleep until the night][$H to 21, $M to 0]]\ <<elseif $H gt 20 and $Pants is 0 and $Skirt is 0 and $Blouse is 0 and $Dress is 0 and $Shoes is 0 and $Home is 0>>[[Sleep<-Go to sleep]]<</if>>\ \ <<include [[School]]>> \ \ <<if $H lt 8 or $Day3 isnot 5>>\ <<elseif $H lt 19>>$Hannah will be in the lounge later to hang out with you.\ <<elseif $HannahFridayTalk is 1 and $App is 0>>$Hannah is in the lounge if you wanted to talk to her (preferably with some more clothes on).\ <<elseif $Day is 5 and $HF1 is 0>>[[Hannah Friday 1<-Hang out with step sister]]\ <<elseif $Day is 12 and $HF2 is 0>>[[Hannah Friday 2<-Hang out with step sister]]\ <<elseif $Day is 19 and $HF3 is 0>>[[Hannah Friday 3<-Hang out with step sister]]\ <<elseif $Day is 26 and $HF4 is 0>>[[Hannah Friday 4<-Hang out with step sister]]\ <<elseif $Day is 33 and $HF5 is 0>>[[Hannah Friday 5<-Hang out with step sister]]\ <<elseif $Day is 40 and $HF6 is 0>>[[Hannah Friday 6<-Hang out with step sister]]\ <<elseif $Day is 47 and $HF7 is 0>>[[Hannah Friday 7<-Hang out with step sister]]\ <<elseif $Day is 54 and $HF8 is 0>>[[Hannah Friday 8<-Hang out with step sister]]\ <<elseif $Day is 68 and $HF10 is 0>>[[Hannah Friday 10<-Hang out with step sister]]<</if>> \ \ \ <<if $Day3 is 7 and $App is 1 and $AshWeek4 is 1 and $Fem lt 20 and $H lt 20>> - [[AshW1-a<-Go to]] $Ash 's [[AshW1-a<-house]]<</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 6 and $App is 1 and $MallSaturday is 3>> - [[Mall Week 5 With Jen<-Go to the mall with]] $Jen or [[Mall Week 5 With Ash<-Go to the mall]] $Ash<</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 6 and $App is 1 and $MallSaturday is 2>> - [[Mall Week 5 Ash<-Go to the mall with]] $Ash<</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 7 and $App is 1 and $MallSaturday gt 4 and $MallSaturday lt 8 and visited("Ash W2a") is 0>> - [[Ash W2a<-Visit]] $Ash<</if>>\ <<if $A is 2 and $Day3 is 7 and $Priority is 1 and $App is 1>> - [[Alex 3<-Meet]] $Alex<<elseif $A is 3 and $Day3 is 7 and $Priority is 1 and $App is 1 and visited("10-1a")>> - [[Alex 4<-Meet]] $Alex<</if>>\ \ \ <<if $AskForScrewdriver is 1 and $Screwdriver is 0 and $H gt 18 and $H lt 21 and $Day lt 5 and $App is 1>> - [[Screw Hannah<-Ask]] $Hannah for a screwdriver<</if>>\ <<if $Fem is 3 and $Weekday is 1 and $H gt 7 and $H lt 19>> - [[Steal panties<-Steal]] $Hannah 's panties<</if>>\ <<if $Fem is 13 and $HF3 is 2 and $Weekend is 1 and $H gt 10 and visited("Ask about tights") is 0>> - [[Ask about tights<-Ask]] $Hannah to borrow some tights<</if>>\ <<if $EscapeChastity is 6 and $H lt 19 and $H gt 7 and $App is 1>> - [[Escape Chastity 5a<-Go to the post office]]<</if>>\ <<if $EscapeChastity is 9 and $H lt 19 and $H gt 7 and $App is 1 and visited("Escape Chastity Post Office") is 0>> - [[Escape Chastity Post Office<-Scope out the post office]]<</if>> <<if $EscapeChastity is 9 and $H lt 19 and $H gt 7 and $App is 1 and visited("Escape Chastity Library") is 0>> - [[Escape Chastity Library<-Go to the library]]<</if>>\ <<if $EscapeChastity is 10 and $Gloves is 1 and $SkiMask is 1 and $App is 1 and $H gt 18>> - [[Escape Chastity 8a<-Steal your key back]]<<elseif $EscapeChastity is 10 and $Gloves is 1 and $SkiMask is 1>>You'll be able to steal your chastity key back in the evening<</if>>\ <<if $PantyhoseTask is 2 and $Day3 is 7 and $H gt 7 and $H lt 19 and $App is 1 and visited("6-1a") and $CL[2] gt 20 and $CL[2] lt 40 and visited("7-1a") is 0 and $AshMad is 0>> - [[Ash Pantyhose<-Visit]] $Ash\ <<elseif $PantyhoseTask gt 0 and $PantyhoseTask lt 3 and $Day3 is 7 and $H gt 7 and $H lt 19 and visited("6-1a") and visited("7-1a") is 0 and $AshMad is 0>>$Ash wants you to wear a pair of pantyhose to her house<</if>>\ \ <<if $SkirtTask1 is 1 and $Day3 lt 6 and $H gt 7 and $H lt 19>> - [[Task Hannah Skirt<-Steal a skirt]] from $Hannah<<elseif $SkirtTask2 is 1 and $Day3 lt 6 and $H gt 7 and $H lt 19>> - [[Task Hannah Skirt<-Steal a skirt]] from $Hannah<</if>>\ <<if $PJTask gt 0 and $PJTask lt 10 and $H gt 7 and $H lt 19>> - [[Task PJ Hannah<-Steal nightwear]] from $Hannah<</if>>\ <<if $AshSkirtHelp is 1 and $SkirtTask1 is 1 and $Weekday is 1 and $H gt 7 and $H lt 21 and $App is 1>> - [[Task Skirt Ash Help<-Visit]] $Ash to wear a skirt<<elseif $AshSkirtHelp is 1 and $SkirtTask2 is 1 and $Weekday is 1 and $H gt 7 and $H lt 21 and $App is 1>> - [[Task Skirt Ash Help<-Visit]] $Ash to wear a skirt<</if>>\ <<if $TaskPJHelp is 1 and $H lt 21 and $App is 1>> - [[Task PJ Ash<-Visit]] $Ash to wear pyjamas<</if>>\ \ <<if $AshSex is 3 and $H lt 21 and $App is 1 and $Day3 is 6 and not visited("Jen 7")>> - [[Jen 7<-Meet]] $Jen<</if>>\ <<if $AshSex gte 3 and $AshSex lte 4 and $H lt 21 and $App is 1 and $Day3 is 7 and $AshMad is 0>> - [[Ash 7<-Meet]] $Ash<</if>>\ <<include [[Bottom Warnings]]>>

<<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return]]<</if>> Closet - [[Lingerie<-Underwear drawer]] - [[Vanity table]] <<if $Fem lt 27>>[img[Images/R - Closet before.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/R - Closet after.jpg]]<</if>> [[Closet<-Outfit set 1][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit1)]] - [[Closet<-Change preset][$ArrayOutfit1 to clone($CK)]] [[Closet<-Outfit set 2][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit2)]] - [[Closet<-Change preset][$ArrayOutfit2 to clone($CK)]] [[Closet<-Outfit set 3][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit3)]] - [[Closet<-Change preset][$ArrayOutfit3 to clone($CK)]] <<if $Hangers is 1>>[[Closet<-Outfit set 4][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit4)]] - [[Closet<-Change preset][$ArrayOutfit4 to clone($CK)]] [[Closet<-Outfit set 5][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit5)]] - [[Closet<-Change preset][$ArrayOutfit5 to clone($CK)]] <</if>>\ __Uniforms__ <<if $Home gt 0>>==School shirt and pants==\ <<elseif $CK[0] isnot 1 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "School shirt and pants">> <<set $CK[0] to 1>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $CK[0] isnot 1>><<link "School shirt and pants">> <<set $CK[0] to 1>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $CK[0] is 1>><<link "Take off school and shirt">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>><</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $SU2 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 2 and $CK[1] gt 0 and $SCFinal isnot 3>><<link "Blue school skirt and blouse">> <<set $CK[0] to 2>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $SU2 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 2 and $SCFinal isnot 3>><<link "Blue school skirt and blouse">> <<set $CK[0] to 2>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $SU2 is 1 and $CK[0] is 2 and $SCFinal isnot 3>><<link "Take off blue school skirt and blouse">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $SCFinal is 3 and $CK[0] isnot 5 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Slutty school dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 5>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $SCFinal is 3 and $CK[0] isnot 5 and $CK[1] is 0>><<link "Slutty school dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 5>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $CK[0] is 5 and $SU2 is 1>><<link "Take off slutty school dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $SU2 is 0>>???\ <</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Maid is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 3 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Maid uniform">> <<set $CK[0] to 3>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Maid1 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 3>><<link "Maid uniform">> <<set $CK[0] to 3>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Maid1 is 1 and $CK[0] is 3>><<link "Take off maid uniform">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $SleepUniform is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 80>><<link "Sleep uniform">> <<set $CK[1] to 80>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $SleepUniform is 1 and $CK[1] is 80>><<link "Take off sleep uniform">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Maid1 is 0 and $SleepUniform is 0>>???\ <</if>>\ \ \ \ <<if $Dress1 is 1 or $Dress2 is 1 or $Dress3 is 1 or $Dress4 is 1 or $Dress5 is 1 or $Dress6 is 1 or $Dress7 is 1 or $Dress8 is 1 or $Dress9 is 1 or $Dress10 is 1>>__Dresses__<<else>>__??????__<</if>> \ <<if $Dress1 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 21 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Red floral dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 21>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress1 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 21>><<link "Red floral dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 21>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress1 is 1 and $CK[0] is 21>><<link "Take off red floral dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Dress1 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Dress4 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 24 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Black floral dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 24>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress4 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 24>><<link "Black floral dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 24>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress4 is 1 and $CK[0] is 24>><<link "Take off black floral dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Dress4 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Dress2 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 22 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Red dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 22>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress2 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 22>><<link "Red dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 22>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress2 is 1 and $CK[0] is 22>><<link "Take off red dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Dress2 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Dress3 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 23 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Black plaid dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 23>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress3 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 23>><<link "Black plaid dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 23>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress3 is 1 and $CK[0] is 23>><<link "Take off black plaid dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Dress3 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Dress5 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 25 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "White and black dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 25>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress5 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 25>><<link "White and black dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 25>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress5 is 1 and $CK[0] is 25>><<link "Take off white and black dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Dress5 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Dress6 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 26 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Spotted dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 26>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress6 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 26>><<link "Spotted dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 26>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress6 is 1 and $CK[0] is 26>><<link "Take off spotted dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Dress6 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Dress7 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 27 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Black spotted dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 27>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress7 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 27>><<link "Black spotted dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 27>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress7 is 1 and $CK[0] is 27>><<link "Take off black spotted dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Dress7 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Dress8 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 28 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Red floral dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 28>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress8 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 28>>Miss $Gray 's <<link "gray dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 28>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress8 is 1 and $CK[0] is 28>><<link "Take off">>Miss $Gray 's gray dress <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Dress8 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ __Sleepwear__<<if $PJTask lt 10 and $PJTask gt 0 and $CK[0] gt 40 and $CK[0] lt 60>> - [[Task PJ Already<-Try on sleepwear][$UniformUn to 1, $ShoesUn to 1, $BlouseUn to 1, $SkirtUn to 1, $DressUn to 1, $PantsUn to 1, $PJ to 0]]<</if>> <<if $PJ is 1 or $PJA is 1 or $PJB is 1 or $PJC is 1 or $PJD is 1>><<set $Sleepwear to 1>><<else>><<set $Sleepwear to 0>><</if>>\ \ \ <<if $Home gt 0>>==Pajama shirt and pants==\ \ \ <<elseif $CK[0] isnot 40 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Pajama shirt and pants">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 40>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $CK[0] isnot 40>><<link "Pajama shirt and pants">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 40>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $CK[0] is 40>><<link "Take off pajama shirt and pants">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $PJ1 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 41 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Pink nightdress">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 41>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $PJ1 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 41>><<link "Pink nightdress">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 41>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $PJ1 is 1 and $CK[0] is 41>><<link "Take off pink nightdress">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $PJ1 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $PJ2 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 42 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "White nightgown">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 42>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $PJ2 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 42>><<link "White nightgown">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 42>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $PJ2 is 1 and $CK[0] is 42>><<link "Take off white nightgown">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $PJ2 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $PJ3 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 43 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Purple top and shorts">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 43>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $PJ3 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 43>><<link "Purple top and shorts">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 43>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $PJ3 is 1 and $CK[0] is 43>><<link "Take off purple top and shorts">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $PJ3 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $PJ4 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 44 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Pink babydoll">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 44>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $PJ4 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 44>><<link "Pink babydoll">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 44>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $PJ4 is 1 and $CK[0] is 44>><<link "Take off pink babydoll">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $PJ4 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ __Clothes-Top__ <<if $Home gt 0>>==T shirt==\ <<elseif $CK[0] isnot 101>>\ <<link "T shirt">> <<set $CK[0] to 101>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[0] is 101>>\ <<link "Take off T shirt">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>><</if>> - <<if $BlouseM2 is 0>>???\ <<elseif $Home gt 0 and $BlouseM2 is 1>>==Shirt==\ <<elseif $BlouseM2 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 102>>\ <<link "Shirt">> <<set $CK[0] to 102>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $BlouseM2 is 1 and $CK[0] is 102>>\ <<link "Take off shirt">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Blouse6 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 66>>\ <<link "Black camisole">> <<set $CK[0] to 66>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Blouse6 is 1 and $CK[0] is 66>>\ <<link "Take off black camisole">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Blouse6 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Blouse2 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 62>>\ <<link "Black shirt">> <<set $CK[0] to 62>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Blouse2 is 1 and $CK[0] is 62>>\ <<link "Take off black shirt">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Blouse2 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Blouse3 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 63>>\ <<link "Pink blouse">> <<set $CK[0] to 63>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Blouse3 is 1 and $CK[0] is 63>>\ <<link "Take off pink blouse">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Blouse3 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Blouse4 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 64>>\ <<link "Floral blouse">> <<set $CK[0] to 64>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Blouse4 is 1 and $CK[0] is 64>>\ <<link "Take off floral blouse">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Blouse4 is 0>>???<</if>> - \ \ \ \ \ <<if $Blouse5 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 65>>\ <<link "Floral blouse 2">> <<set $CK[0] to 65>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Blouse5 is 1 and $CK[0] is 65>>\ <<link "Take off floral blouse 2">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Blouse5 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ \ __Pants__ <<if $Home gt 0>>==Blue jeans==<<elseif $CK[1] isnot 101 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Blue jeans">> <<set $CK[1] to 101>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] isnot 101>>\ <<link "Blue jeans">> <<set $CK[1] to 101>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 101>>\ <<link "Take off blue jeans">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\<</if>> - <<if $PantsM2 is 0>>???\ <<elseif $Home gt 0>>==Gray jeans==\ <<elseif $CK[1] isnot 102 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Gray jeans">> <<set $CK[1] to 102>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] isnot 102>>\ <<link "Gray jeans">> <<set $CK[1] to 102>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 102>>\ <<link "Take off gray jeans">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Pants3 is 1 and $ChoresPunish gt 5>>==Red pants==\ <<elseif $Pants3 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 3 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Red pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 3>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Pants3 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 3>>\ <<link "Red pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 3>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 3>>\ <<link "Take off red pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Pants3 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Pants1 is 1 and $ChoresPunish gt 5>>==Maroon pants==\ <<elseif $Pants1 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 1 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Maroon pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 1>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Pants1 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 1>>\ <<link "Maroon pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 1>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 1>>\ <<link "Take off maroon pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Pants1 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Pants4 is 1 and $ChoresPunish gt 5>>==Black pants==\ <<elseif $Pants4 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 4 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Black pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 4>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Pants4 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 4>>\ <<link "Black pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 4>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 4>>\ <<link "Take off black pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Pants4 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Pants2 is 1 and $ChoresPunish gt 5>>==Orange pants==\ <<elseif $Pants2 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 2 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Orange pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 2>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Pants2 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 2>>\ <<link "Orange pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 2>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 2>>\ <<link "Take off orange pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Pants2 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Skirt1 is 1 or $Skirt2 is 1 or $Skirt3 is 1 or $Skirt4 is 1 or $Skirt5 is 1 or $Skirt6 is 1 or $Skirt7 is 1 or $Skirt8 is 1 or $Skirt9 is 1 or $Skirt10 is 10 or $Skirt11 is 1>>__Skirts__<<else>>__??????__<</if>> <<if $SkirtTask1 is 1 or $SkirtTask2 is 1>> - [[Task Skirt Already<-Try on skirt]]<</if>> \ \ <<if $Skirt2 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 22 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Pink skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 22>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt2 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 22>>\ <<link "Pink skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 22>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 22>>\ <<link "Take off pink skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt2 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Skirt9 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 29 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Red skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 29>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt9 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 29>>\ <<link "Red skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 29>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 29>>\ <<link "Take off skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt9 is 0>>???<</if>> - \ \ \ \ \ <<if $Skirt5 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 25 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Red skirt 2">> <<set $CK[1] to 25>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt2 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 25>>\ <<link "Red skirt 2">> <<set $CK[1] to 25>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 25>>\ <<link "Take off red skirt 2">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt2 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Skirt6 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 26 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Black skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 26>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt6 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 26>>\ <<link "Black skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 26>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 26>>\ <<link "Take off black skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt6 is 0>>???<</if>> - \ \ \ \ \ <<if $Skirt10 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 30 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Black skirt 2">> <<set $CK[1] to 30>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt10 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 30>>\ <<link "Black skirt 2">> <<set $CK[1] to 30>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 30>>\ <<link "Take off black skirt 2">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt10 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Skirt3 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 23 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Cyan skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 23>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt3 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 23>>\ <<link "Cyan skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 23>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 23>>\ <<link "Take off cyan skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt3 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Skirt11 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 31 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Brown skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 31>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt11 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 31>>\ <<link "Brown skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 31>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 31>>\ <<link "Take off brown skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt11 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Skirt1 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 21 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Floral skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 21>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt1 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 21>>\ <<link "Floral skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 21>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 21>>\ <<link "Take off floral skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt1 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Skirt7 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 27 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Pink floral skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 27>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt7 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 27>>\ <<link "Pink floral skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 27>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 27>>\ <<link "Take off pink floral skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt7 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Skirt4 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 24 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Black floral skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 24>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt4 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 4>>\ <<link "Black floral skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 24>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 24>>\ <<link "Take off black floral skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt4 is 0>>???<</if>> - \ \ \ \ \ <<if $Skirt8 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 28 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Black floral skirt 2">> <<set $CK[1] to 28>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt8 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 28>>\ <<link "Black floral skirt 2">> <<set $CK[1] to 28>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 28>>\ <<link "Take off black floral skirt 2">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt8 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ \ __Shoes__ \ \ <<if $Home gt 0>>==Black school shoes==\ <<elseif $CK[2] isnot 1>>\ <<link "Black school shoes">> <<set $CK[2] to 1>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[2] is 1>>\ <<link "Take off black school shoes">> <<set $CK[2] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Home gt 0>>==Casual shoes==\ <<elseif $CK[2] isnot 2>>\ <<link "Casual shoes">> <<set $CK[2] to 2>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[2] is 2>>\ <<link "Take off casual shoes">> <<set $CK[2] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Shoes3 is 1 and $CK[2] isnot 3>>\ <<link "Black flats">> <<set $CK[2] to 3>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Shoes3 is 1 and $CK[2] is 3>>\ <<link "Take off black flats">> <<set $CK[2] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<else>>???\ <</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Shoes4 is 1 and $CK[2] isnot 4>>\ <<link "Silver heels">> <<set $CK[2] to 4>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Shoes4 is 1 and $CK[2] is 4>>\ <<link "Take off silver heels">> <<set $CK[2] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<else>>???\ <</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Shoes5 is 1 and $CK[2] isnot 5>>\ <<link "Black heels">> <<set $CK[2] to 5>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Shoes5 is 1 and $CK[2] is 5>>\ <<link "Take off black heels">> <<set $CK[2] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<else>>???\ <</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Shoes6 is 1 and $CK[2] isnot 6>>\ <<link "Red heeled boots">> <<set $CK[2] to 6>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Shoes6 is 1 and $CK[2] is 6>>\ <<link "Take off red heeled boots">> <<set $CK[2] to 0>> <<goto "Closet">> <</link>>\ <<else>>???\ <</if>> \ <<if $Fem gt 38 and $CK[2] gt 3 and $HeelsS lt 20 and $Priority is 0 and $H gt 7 and $H lt 23 and $HeelsS is 0 and visited("12-2 Heels") is 0>>\ [[Heels 0<-Practice walking in heels]]\ <<elseif $Fem gt 38 and $CK[2] gt 3 and $HeelsS lt 20 and $Priority is 0 and $H gt 7 and $H lt 23 and visited("12-2 Heels") is 0>>\ [[Heels<-Practice walking in heels]]<</if>>

<<set $SL1 to random(1, 6)>>\ <<set $SL2 to random(1, 12)>>\ <<set $SL3 to random(1, 8)>>\ <<set $SL4 to random(1, 8)>>\ <<set $SL5 to random(1, 8)>>\ <<set $SL6 to random(1, 6)>>\ <<set $CHMop[0] to random(1, 6)>>\ <<set $CHMop[1] to random(1, 5)>>\ <<set $CHStain[0] to random(1, 6)>>\ <<set $CHStain[1] to random(1, 5)>>\ <<if $CHStain[0] is $CHMop[0] and $CHStain[1] is $CHMop[1]>><<set $CHStain[0] to 6, $CHStain[1] to 5, $CHMop[0] to 1, $CHMop[1] to 1>><</if>>\ <<set $RandomColor to ["White", "Pink", "Yellow", "Beige", "Amber", "Cream","Chartreuse", "Salmon", "Black", "Brown", "Blue", "Purple", "Burgundy", "Mulberry", "Mauve", "Walnut"]>>\ <<set $RandomClothing to ["pants", "skirt", "blouse", "dress", "leggings", "panties","bra", "scarf", "jacket", "coat"]>>\ <<set $CHC to [0, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1]>>\ <<set $CHC1[0] = $RandomColor[Math.floor(Math.random() * $RandomColor.length)]>>\ <<set $CHC1[1] = $RandomClothing[Math.floor(Math.random() * $RandomClothing.length)]>>\ <<set $CHC2[0] = $RandomColor[Math.floor(Math.random() * $RandomColor.length)]>>\ <<set $CHC2[1] = $RandomClothing[Math.floor(Math.random() * $RandomClothing.length)]>>\ <<set $CHC3[0] = $RandomColor[Math.floor(Math.random() * $RandomColor.length)]>>\ <<set $CHC3[1] = $RandomClothing[Math.floor(Math.random() * $RandomClothing.length)]>>\ <<set $CHC4[0] = $RandomColor[Math.floor(Math.random() * $RandomColor.length)]>>\ <<set $CHC4[1] = $RandomClothing[Math.floor(Math.random() * $RandomClothing.length)]>>\ <<set $CHC5[0] = $RandomColor[Math.floor(Math.random() * $RandomColor.length)]>>\ <<set $CHC5[1] = $RandomClothing[Math.floor(Math.random() * $RandomClothing.length)]>>\ <<set $CHC6[0] = $RandomColor[Math.floor(Math.random() * $RandomColor.length)]>>\ <<set $CHC6[1] = $RandomClothing[Math.floor(Math.random() * $RandomClothing.length)]>>\ <<set $CHC7[0] = $RandomColor[Math.floor(Math.random() * $RandomColor.length)]>>\ <<set $CHC7[1] = $RandomClothing[Math.floor(Math.random() * $RandomClothing.length)]>>\ <<set $CHC8[0] = $RandomColor[Math.floor(Math.random() * $RandomColor.length)]>>\ <<set $CHC8[1] = $RandomClothing[Math.floor(Math.random() * $RandomClothing.length)]>>\ <<set $CHC9[0] = $RandomColor[Math.floor(Math.random() * $RandomColor.length)]>>\ <<set $CHC9[1] = $RandomClothing[Math.floor(Math.random() * $RandomClothing.length)]>>\ <<set $CHC10[0] = $RandomColor[Math.floor(Math.random() * $RandomColor.length)]>>\ <<set $CHC10[1] = $RandomClothing[Math.floor(Math.random() * $RandomClothing.length)]>>\ \ <<if $Top is 1 and $Bottom is 1 and $Shoes is 1 and $Underwear is 1 and $Hosiery is 1 and $Sleepwear is 0>><<set $App to 1>><<else>><<set $App to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $Fem lt 41 and $Makeup is 1 and $OutMakeup is 0>><<set $App to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return]]<</if>> <<if $Fem lt 41 and $H lt 19 and $Makeup is 1 and $OutMakeup is 0>>\ \ *You're not brave enough to do chores with makeup on.<</if>>\ <<if $House gt 3>>[img[Images/Chore list 3.jpg]]<<elseif $House gt 2>>[img[Images/Chore list 2.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/Chore list 1.jpg]]<</if>><<if $House gt 1>> [[Chores<-Equip maid outfit][$CK to [3, 0, 5], $Top to 1, $Bottom to 1]]<</if>> <<if $Caff is 1>>You're already caffeinated<<elseif $EnergyDrink gt 0>>[[Chores<-Drink a Main Character energy drink][$EnergyDrink to $EnergyDrink - 1, $Caff to 1]] You have $EnergyDrink energy drinks left<<else>>You don't have any energy drinks<</if>> <<if $CK[0] is 3 and $Shoes is 1 and $Underwear is 1 and $Hosiery is 1>><<set $App to 1>><</if>>\ __Prepare dinner__ <<if $Weekend is 1>>You can only do that on weekdays\ <<elseif $S gt 9>>You're too stressed to do that\ <<elseif $App is 0>>You're not dressed appropriately for that\ <<elseif $House gt 2 and $CK[0] isnot 3 or $House gt 2 and $CK[2] isnot 5>>You need to wear your maid uniform and heels for that\ <<elseif $H lt 16>>It is too early for that\ <<elseif $H gt 18>>It is too late for that\ <<elseif $C1 gt 0>>You've already done that today\ <<elseif $C1 lte 0 and $App is 1 and $L lt 9 or $C1 lte 0 and $App is 1 and $Caff is 1>>[[Dinner<-Prepare dinner]]\ <<elseif $C1 lte 0 and $App is 1 and $L gt 8>>[[Dinner Horny<-Prepare dinner]]<</if>> __Prepare breakfast__ <<if $Home gte 5 and $Home lte 6>>$Jen gets up too early to do that\ <<elseif $Weekday is 1>>You can only do that on weekends\ <<elseif $S gt 9>>You're too stressed to do that\ <<elseif $App is 0>>You're not dressed appropriately for that\ <<elseif $House gt 2 and $CK[0] isnot 3 or $House gt 2 and $CK[2] isnot 5>>You need to wear your maid uniform and heels for that\ <<elseif $H gt 10>>It is too late for that\ <<elseif $C3 gt 0>>You've already done that today\ <<elseif $C3 lte 0 and $App is 1 and $L lt 9 or $C3 lte 0 and $App is 1 and $Caff is 1>>[[Breakfast<-Make breakfast]]\ <<elseif $C3 lte 0 and $App is 1 and $L gt 8>>[[Breakfast Horny<-Make breakfast]]<</if>> __Restock groceries__ <<if $H gt 19>>It is too late for that\ <<elseif $S gt 9>>You're too stressed to do that\ <<elseif $Weekend is 1 and $ChoresPunish gt 4 and $H gt 2>>You can't go out right now; it's past your curfew\ <<elseif $App is 0>>You're not dressed appropriately for that\ <<elseif $House gt 2 and $CK[0] isnot 3 or $House gt 2 and $CK[2] isnot 5>>You need to wear your maid uniform and heels for that\ <<elseif $C2 lte 0 and $App is 1 and $L lt 9 and $LuckyPen is 0 or $C2 lte 0 and $App is 1 and $Caff is 1 and $LuckyPen is 0>>[[Groceries 1a<-Restock the groceries]]\ <<elseif $C2 lte 0 and $App is 1 and $L lt 9 or $C2 lte 0 and $App is 1 and $Caff is 1>>[[Groceries 2<-Restock the groceries]]\ <<elseif $C2 lte 0 and $App is 1 and $L gt 8>>[[Groceries Horny<-Restock the groceries]]\ <<elseif $C2 gt 1>>You can restock the groceries in $C2 days\ <<elseif $C2 is 1>>You can restock the groceries tomorrow<</if>> __Laundry__ <<if $C4 is 1>>You can do the laundry tomorrow\ <<elseif $C4 gt 1>>You can do the laundry in $C4 days\ <<elseif $S gt 9>>You're too stressed to do that\ <<elseif $H gt 20>>It is too late for that\ <<elseif $App is 0>>You're not dressed appropriately for that\ <<elseif $House gt 2 and $CK[0] isnot 3 or $House gt 2 and $CK[2] isnot 5>>You need to wear your maid uniform and heels for that\ <<elseif $LaundryDetergent is 0>>You need to buy some more laundry detergent to do that\ \ <<elseif $C4 lte 0 and $App is 1 and $L lt 9 and $Home is 0 and $Iron is 1 or $C4 lte 0 and $App is 1 and $Caff is 1 and $Home is 0 and $Iron is 1>>[[Laundry Home 0<-Do the laundry][$M to $M - 5]]\ <<elseif $C4 lte 0 and $App is 1 and $L lt 9 and $Iron is 1 or $C4 lte 0 and $App is 1 and $Caff is 1 and $Iron is 1>>[[Laundry<-Do the laundry][$M to $M - 5]]\ \ <<elseif $C4 lte 0 and $App is 1 and $L lt 9 and $Home is 0 or $C4 lte 0 and $App is 1 and $Caff is 1 and $Home is 0>>[[Laundry Game<-Do the laundry][$M to $M - 5]]\ <<elseif $C4 lte 0 and $App is 1 and $L lt 9 or $C4 lte 0 and $App is 1 and $Caff is 1>>[[Laundry Game<-Do the laundry][$M to $M - 5]]\ \ <<elseif $C4 lte 0 and $H gt 7 and $H lt 21 and $App is 1 and $L gt 8>>[[Laundry Horny<-Do the laundry]]<</if>> __Tidy bedroom__ <<if $Home is 6>>The closest thing you have to a bedroom is the area surrounding the couch, and that hardly requires extra effort to keep clean\ <<elseif $IClean is 1>>Your IClean is hard at work, hoovering up any mess\ <<elseif $C5 gt 1>>You can tidy your room in $C5 days<<elseif $C5 is 1>>You can tidy your room tomorrow\ <<elseif $H gt 22 and $Home is 0>>It is too late for that\ <<elseif $H gt 21 and $Home is 1 or $H gt 21 and $H is 2>>It is too late for that\ <<elseif $H gt 20 and $Home is 3 or $H gt 21 and $H is 4>>It is too late for that\ <<elseif $C5 lte 1 and $L lt 7 and $Hoover is 0 or $C5 lte 1 and $Caff is 1 and $Hoover is 0>>[[Cleaning Game<-Tidy your room]]\ <<elseif $C5 lte 1 and $L lt 7 or $C5 lte 1 and $Caff is 1>>[[Tidy Room<-Tidy your room]]\ <<elseif $C5 lte 1 and $L gt 6>>[[Tidy Room Horny<-Tidy your room]]<</if>> <<if $House gt 2>>__Buy hosiery__<</if>> <<if $H gt 19 and $House gt 2>>It is too late for that\ <<elseif $S gt 9 and $House gt 2>>You're too stressed to do that\ <<elseif $Weekend is 1 and $ChoresPunish gt 4 and $H gt 2>>You can't go out right now; it's past your curfew\ <<elseif $App is 0 and $House gt 2>>You're not dressed appropriately for that\ <<elseif $CK[0] isnot 3 and $House gt 2 or $CK[2] isnot 5 and $House gt 2>>You need to wear your maid uniform and heels for that\ <<elseif $House gt 2 and $C6 lte 0>>[[Hosiery Chore<-Acquire hosiery]]\ <<elseif $House gt 2 and $C6 gt 0>>You've already bought Miss $Gray 's nylons this week.<</if>> <<if $House gt 2>>__Tidy the house__<</if>> <<if $H gt 21 and $House gt 2>>It is too late for that\ <<elseif $S gt 9 and $House gt 2>>You're too stressed to do that\ <<elseif $App is 0 and $House gt 2>>You're not dressed appropriately for that\ <<elseif $CK[0] isnot 3 and $House gt 2 or $CK[2] isnot 5 and $House gt 2>>You need to wear your maid uniform and heels for that\ <<elseif $House gt 2 and $C8 lte 0 and $Tidy is 1>>[[Tidy Kitchen<-Tidy the house]]\ <<elseif $House gt 2 and $C8 lte 0 and $Tidy is 2>>[[Tidy Lounge<-Tidy the house]]\ <<elseif $House gt 2 and $C8 lte 0 and $Tidy is 3>>[[Tidy Bathroom<-Tidy the house]]<</if>> <<if $House gt 3>>__Give mani/pedi__<</if>> <<if $House gt 3 and $H gt 20>>It is too late for that\ <<elseif $S gt 9 and $House gt 3>>You're too stressed to do that\ <<elseif $App is 0 and $House gt 3>>You're not dressed appropriately for that\ <<elseif $CK[0] isnot 3 and $House gt 3 or $CK[2] isnot 5 and $House gt 3>>You need to wear your maid uniform and heels for that\ <<elseif $House gt 3 and $C7 lte 0>>[[Mani pedi<-Give mani pedi]]\ <<elseif $House gt 3 and $C7 gt 1>>You need to wait $C7 more days\ <<elseif $House gt 3 and $C7 is 1>>You can give a mani pedi tomorrow<</if>>

The journey is annoyingly short. $Hannah promises it’s “15 minutes max” away from your house, but you’re beginning to wish it was 15 miles instead. Every 60 seconds that passes your heart seems to beat a little faster. “Before I forget, I don’t finish work until later than you, so I won’t be able to cook you something. Of course, you’re more than welcome to cook something for both you and me. On that topic, there’s quite a few things you could help with around the house. Groceries, laundry, that type of thing. I’d really appreciate it! And please don’t let your room become a mess. I get stressed out just thinking about it, so I can’t imagine what it would be like living in it. Besides, I don’t think you’d want to bring a girlfriend back to a filthy bedroom, would you?” $Hannah ‘s pep talk is a lot less inspiring when she’s asking you to do things, and before you know it, you’re standing with Farrix in sight. “Well, there it is. As scary as it looks, the boys’ school you’ll be going to soon is much uglier. I’d enjoy your time here while you can.” There's a comforting moment of eye contact, and she gives you a wide smile, encouraging you for the day ahead. After saying goodbye, you trail behind hundreds of girls approaching the entrance. They are all dressed vaguely the same from your angle, with a short skirt, white blouse and black blazer. [img[Images/P - Uniform 1.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Uniform 2.jpg]] //With skirts that short, maybe this week won't be so bad after all// [[1-1a<-Continue inside]]

<<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return][$M to $M + 30]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return][$M to $M + 30]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return][$M to $M + 30]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return][$M to $M + 30]]<</if>> <<if $M gt 59>><<set $H to $H + 1>><<set $M to $M - 60>><</if>>\ <<if $JenLevel gt 6>>The moment you enter the mall, you can feel the judgmental eyes of seemingly hundreds of people staring at you. Not only have they heard of your sissy escapades thanks to $Jen ‘s humiliating social engineering, but it looks like she managed to actually follow through on her ruthless promise to have a billboard boasting about your status as a sissy, or at least she came pretty close. In between large LED screens flashing advertisements of Incredi Cola and Grub Deliverers, there’s a blindingly pink wallpaper fronting you in your Farrix uniform. Evidently, $Jen had to make it seem like she was offering some sort of service or product, as the image is captioned in a large font “Need a good time? It would suck if you didn’t.” Suffice to say, the truck sized graphic almost makes your skin turn inside out in embarrassment, but there’s a strange sense of tranquility that forms afterwards. If everyone knows that you’re a sissy, or at least they think you do, then it’s not like you could sink any deeper in life. You’ve truly hit rock bottom, and the only way to go now is upwards, or so you say to yourself.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 5 and $Fem gt 49>>The moment you enter the mall, you can feel the judgmental eyes of dozens of people peeking at you. Shoppers show no fear of being overt. Owners of tiny stalls giggle as you walk by them. Security patrols keep their eyes on you specifically, neglecting any potential wrong doers. Even elderly janitors give you a knowing glance. You have no clue how she did it, but $Jen ‘s clearly spread word of your sissyness across the airwaves. Of course, your current appearance advertises much of the same, but being known as a sissy is a lot worse than a crossdresser, you wager.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 5>>The moment you enter the mall, you can feel the judgmental eyes of dozens of people peeking at you. Shoppers show no fear of being overt. Owners of tiny stalls giggle as you walk by them. Security patrols keep their eyes on you specifically, neglecting any potential wrong doers. Even elderly janitors give you a knowing glance. You have no clue how she did it, but $Jen ‘s clearly spread word of your sissyness across the airwaves.\ <<elseif $Day lt 5>>The huge mall of the city boasts a multitude of interesting shops. Perhaps you’ll be able to visit them all with friends you make, once you begin going to the right school next week.\ <<elseif $Fem lt 11>>The huge mall of the city boasts a multitude of interesting shops, though only a few are actually worth visiting.\ <<elseif $Fem lt 27>>You enter the mall, with no unnecessary eyes on you. Rather superstitiously, you have a dread of everyone somehow knowing your experience with panties. Thankfully, that is, and should remain, a secret.\ <<elseif $Makeup is 1 and $OutMakeup is 1 and $Fem lt 41>>Entering the mall, you’re certain confused, disgusted, or in the case of some people in your life, impressed eyes will gaze out the likely noticeable makeup on your face. Yet, you’re comfortable with that.\ <<elseif $Fem lt 41>>Entering the mall, you’re relieved that the people shopping and aimlessly walking around are entirely oblivious to your sissy escapades. Whether forced or optional, it’d be cheek burningly embarrassing to have the world, or even just the small slice of it in which you reside, suddenly become aware of what you’ve done.\ <<elseif $Fem gt 49 and $CK[0] is 3 and $Makeup is 0>>In the typical mall, your atypical appearance stands out like a gentleman in a pub. Nobody came here today expecting to see a sissy, but that’s how they’ll certainly perceive yet. The lack of makeup on your face certainly doesn’t help the situation.\ <<elseif $Fem gt 49 and $CK[0] is 3 and $Makeup is 1>>Thanks to the beautiful, yet humiliating, maid outfit you’re wearing, you will stand out here in the 21st century. However, your makeup should lead people to believe you’re a woman in cosplay, rather than a sissy completing her chores.\ <<elseif $Fem gte 49 and $Makeup is 0>>Entering the mall in nothing that could loosely pass as men’s clothing, you’re certain you stand out as a “guy” thanks to your less than feminine face.\ <<elseif $Fem gte 49 and $Makeup is 1>>Entering the mall with the appearance of an atypical women, you wouldn’t stand out to anyone as a guy. Your outfit and makeup all hint at a truly feminine person, not the sissy you actually are.<</if>> [img[Images/Mall.jpg]] [[General Store General<-Common Commodities]] <<if $Day lt 36>>is the mall's largest “store of tedium ”, as one might put it. Most of the things it offers are those relevant to boring tasks, like cleaning, or laundry, with only the occasional note worthy knick knack. Still, the Game Station it has on window display entices you, as does particularly comfy-looking mattress.\ <<elseif $Home is 0>> is a store you have much more use of now. Nevermind the Game Station, anything to make chores a little easier.\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>> might as well be a second home. Your maid duties require such a familiarity with all the store’s goods that a job here would be quite practical, especially if it meant more time away from the love birds making a nest of your home.\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>, as useful as it is, doesn’t offer any more excitement than the next copy-and-paste home store. For a moment, you think you see $Ash through the window, observing the selection of violent hardware.\ <<elseif $Home is 5>><<elseif $Home is 6>>is a store that offers all the cleaning items you'd need, and then some. Come to think of it, though, why couldn't $Jen just hire a maid? She certainly has the money. //Maybe she just enjoys watching me do it//\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>is a store that offers all the cleaning items you'd need, and then some. Come to think of it, though, why couldn't $Jen just hire a maid? She certainly has the money. //I think she just likes watching me struggle//<</if>> \ \ <<if $Day lt 21>>If someone told you that a hermit was found lost in <<elseif $Day lt 36>>Though you no longer have to worry about bringing a map when you enter\ <<elseif $Home is 0>>Perhaps Miss $Gray ‘s assignments are taking an effect on you, as when you walk past\ <<elseif $Home is 1>>After willingly wearing the school uniform to Farrix,\ <<elseif $AshMistress is 1>>Since you know your mistress frequents\ <<elseif $JenMistress is 1>>Given Mistress $Jen ‘s wealth, it’s doubtful anything gift from\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>With $Hannah trashing the last of your man clothing, and $Ash refusing to let you own anymore,\ <<elseif $Home is 5>>$Jen seems to enjoy what you wear too much to let there be masculine clothing in the house. //I best get used to// \ <<elseif $Home is 6>>$Jen enjoys mocking your collection of women's clothing too much to allow men's clothes in the house. //I best get used to// <</if>> <<if $CountEclipse is 1>> [[Eclipse Clothing Blouse<-Eclipse Clothing]]\ <<elseif $CountEclipse is 2>>[[Eclipse Clothing Skirt<-Eclipse Clothing]]\ <<elseif $CountEclipse is 3>>[[Eclipse Clothing Dress<-Eclipse Clothing]]\ <<elseif $CountEclipse is 4>>[[Eclipse Clothing Shoes<-Eclipse Clothing]]<</if>> <<if $Day lt 21>>after 7 years, you’d more than believe them. It’s a labyrinthian store that threatens to swallow anyone who doesn’t remember their steps. Sadly, despite being the mall’s prettiest, and most aggreeably priced clothing store, it doesn’t appear like they sell much in the men’s department.<<elseif $Day lt 36>>, there’s still not a lot of use for you inside, past ogling at the sexily dressed mannequins.<<elseif $Home is 0>>, you’re eager to head inside. Not to buy anything, of course, but maybe to just admire the pretty fabrics and colors that women are encouraged to wear.<<elseif $Home is 1>> has a lot more to offer you. Without those pesky, “masculine” inhibitions holding you back, you can frolic as much as you want in dresses, skirts, and heels.<<elseif $AshMistress is 1>>, you’re compelled to visit in case she’s inside. Failing that, you could just imagine how pretty she would look in thousands of items.<<elseif $JenMistress is 1>> could impress. Still, you could always get something you’d look prettier in.<<elseif $Home lte 4>> is your best bet to repopulate a wardrobe. And if you’re being honest with yourself, the clothing you can get there is so much prettier than any men’s clothes.<</if>> \ \ \ <<if $Day lt 15>>Attracting you like a moth to a lamp,\ <<elseif $Day lt 42>>If you’re after new panties, then\ <<elseif $Home is 0>>If you need lingerie (and in some ways, you do) then\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>Panties? Does\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>Since $Ash might take issue to your “borrowing” her underwear,\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>Since $Jen gave you a pretty serious threat about not going in her underwear drawer,<</if>> <<if $Fem lt 10>>[[Not brave enough<-Satin Diva][$Var to 1]]\ <<elseif $Fem is 10 and $Thong81 is 0>>[[Satin Diva 1st Panties<-Satin Diva]]<<elseif $Fem is 10 and $Thong81 is 1>>[[Satin Diva 1st Thong<-Satin Diva]]<</if>>\ <<if $Fem gt 10 and $CountSatin is 1>>[[Satin Diva Panties<-Satin Diva]]\ <<elseif $Fem gt 10 and $CountSatin is 2>>[[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Satin Diva]]\ <<elseif $Fem gt 10 and $CountSatin is 3>>[[Satin Diva Bra<-Satin Diva]]\ <<elseif $Fem gt 10 and $CountSatin is 4>>[[Satin Diva Sleepwear<-Satin Diva]]<</if>><<if $Day lt 15>>, and the lingerie it has on display, tempts you to visit the toilets and deal with your lust hand on. Perhaps excessive porn consumption has led you to be turned on by just women’s underwear alone, or maybe it’s the sultry pink lighting hitting the mannequins just right. Either way, you wouldn’t dare go inside. It’d be so obvious you’re just a perve, or maybe people would think you’re shopping for yourself!\ <<elseif $Day lt 42>> is the place to be. But only cause it would help appease Miss $Gray , naturally. Still, some of those panties look particularly nice.\ <<elseif $Home is 0>> is your reliable go-to spot.<<elseif $Home lte 2>> have any new panties?\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>> is the best place to go for new lingerie.\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>> is the best place to go for new lingerie, provided you don't get the same pair of panties as her, of course.<</if>> \ [[True Glamor]]<<if visited("Mall Week 5 Ash Salon Yes") and $Day lt 42 or visited("Hannah Friday 6 Own") and $Day lt 49>> has a little more to tempt you with now. Perhaps some new nail polish would add some sparkle to your toes.<<elseif $OutMakeup is 1 and $Home is 0>> offers new possibilities for you, especially after you “manned up”, and are now willing to wear makeup outside.<<elseif $Day lt 42>>, a drug store, doesn’t have much to intrigue you. Perhaps the razors, but shaving for you is a semi annual effort, not a weekly struggle.<<elseif $Home is 0>> sells razors, which might make your nylons slide on more smoothly.<<elseif $Home gt 0>> offers all the things a woman might need, and you too, by extension.<</if>> \ \ <<if $Fem lt 32>>In a hush-hush, seldom acknowledged corner of the mall, there’s<<else>>People meander by<</if>> <<if $Fem gt 31>>[[Sex store<-Mr Knot's Whips and Chains]]<<else>>[[Not brave enough<-Mr Knot's Whips and Chains][$Var to 2]]<</if>><<if $Fem lt 32>>, a sex store. Naturally, being a person whose sex life is confined to his right hand, you don’t have a lot of need for such a place.<<else>>, pretending they don’t notice its existence. You, and a few others of taste, might have use of it.<</if>> <<if $House gt 6>>If the mall only had those 5 stores, it'd quite a subpar mall. If you're wanting to ==help== do all of the [[WP<-wedding preparations]], then there's a whole other world of shops and stands to survey<</if>>\ <<if $EscapeChastity is 1 and $Fem lt 32>>Catching your eye for the first time, there's a small store promising to copy keys. [[Escape Chastity 1a<-Enter the store]]<</if>>\ <<if $MakeupStand is 1 and $OutMakeup is 0>>Just as the news promised, there's a [[Makeup StandA<-Makeup stand]] targeting any men who walk by. <</if>>\ <<if $SkirtTask1 is 2 or $SkirtTask2 is 2>>Glancing around, now would be a great chance to [[Task Skirt Leave<-leave your picture]].<</if>>\ <<if $Fem is 32 and $AshMad is 1 and $I gt 99 and $Day3 is 6 or $Fem is 32 and $AshMad is 0 and $I gt 49 and $Day3 is 6>>[[Ash C1<-Meet]] $Ash<</if>> <<if $BlackmailDate is 1>>If Miss $Gray wants flowers, then the tiny [[Flower stall]] is your best bet.<</if>> <<if $SC10 is 1>>Through one of the shop windows, you think you see Cassie, one of the student councilors. She’s observing manga in a [[SC 10A<-book store]].<</if>> <<if $SC1 is 1>>[[SC 1A<-Meet Sally]], the councilor who needed help shopping.<</if>>

<<if $Start is 1>>Day $Day , <</if>>\ <<if $Start is 0>><<elseif $Day3 is 1>>Monday<<elseif $Day3 is 2>>Tuesday<<elseif $Day3 is 3>>Wednesday<<elseif $Day3 is 4>>Thursday<<elseif $Day3 is 5>>Friday<<elseif $Day3 is 6>>Saturday<<elseif $Day3 is 7>>Sunday<</if>> \ <<if $Start is 0>><<elseif $H lt 10>>0$H<<elseif $H gt 9>>$H<</if>>\ <<if $Start is 0>><<else>> :<</if>> <<if $Start is 0>><<elseif $M lt 10>> 0$M<<elseif $M gt 9>>$M<</if>> <<if visited("Starting options")>>$I $ Stress: $S / 10<<if $S gte 10>>!<</if>> Lust: $L / 10 <</if>><<if $L gte 10>>!<</if>><<if $Caff is 1>> Caffeinated<</if>> <<if $Day gt 1>>__Relationships__<</if>> <<if $Day gt 1 and $Home lte 2>>$Hannah : $HannahR \ <<elseif $Home gte 3>>==$Hannah : $HannahR ==<</if>> \ <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>Bestie <</if>><<if $House gt 12>>Mrs<<elseif $Day gt 1>>Miss <</if>><<if $GrayFirstName is 1>>$Gray2 <</if>><<if $Day gt 1>>$Gray : $GrayR <</if>> \ <<if $AshMistress is 1>>Mistress <<elseif $AshSlave is 1>>Slave <</if>><<if $Day gt 2>>$Ash : $AshR <</if>> <<if $AshMad is 1 and $Fem lt 41 and $Day gte 2>>(upset)<</if>> \ <<if $JenMistress is 1>>Mistress <<elseif $JenSlave is 1>>Slave <</if>><<if $Blackmail gt 0>>$Jen : $JenR <</if>> \ <<if $A gt 1>>$Alex : $AlexR <</if>> \ \ \ <<include [[Sidebar Images]]>>

<<set $H to 8>>\ <<set $M to 0>>\ You head to Farrix for your 2nd day of 5. Navigating first to the building, and then to room 68, you’re filled with hope that Miss $Gray ‘s lesson today goes better than yesterday’s, though you have little reason to think it will. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] Sitting down at the same desk, which you assume will become yours purely through repetition, to your left is the same cute girl. You two briefly smile at each other - an encouraging moment for the day ahead. The lesson soon begins. Away from the stress of it being the first day, you realize Miss $Gray is even sexier than your first impression of her. Her outfit is much the same in style. A tight dress accentuates her body in the best places, and a different pair of heels - roughly the same height - give you the impression she’s always going to be taller than you. [img[Images/P - Gray 3.jpg]] <<if $StoleLipstick is 1 and $StoleMoney is 1>>//Why did I steal her lipstick? At least the money I took will be easier to explain// \ <<elseif $StoleLipstick is 1 and $StoleMoney is 0>>//I really hope she doesn’t notice her missing lipstick - that’s going to be dreadfully humiliating to explain// \ <<elseif $StoleLipstick is 0 and $StoleMoney is 1>>//With all those cards, I can only hope 25$ isn’t much to her// <</if>>\ Though you do fantasize about Miss $Gray , and a few of the other girls around you, your teacher doesn’t hassle you about it today. [[1-2b Meet Ash<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ You head to school for your 3rd day of 5 at Farrix. Nervously entering the classroom, you smile at $Ash as you take a seat. <<if $AshR is 1>>She gives you a wide smile back before returning to her work.<<elseif $AshR is 0>> She briefly smiles back before returning to her work.<</if>> [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] You pay attention to the opening moments of the lesson before drifting away into your fantasies. If $Ash could see what you two were doing in your head right now, you can only assume she would run away screaming. Miss $Gray , you figure, would be a little more curious about why you’d want to put //that// in //there//. A pattern is emerging in her choice of provocative outfits. Whilst predictability should make her less attractive, you’re currently finding the opposite to be true. \ <<if $FNylon is 1>>//What I would give to feel those nylon legs…//\ <<elseif $FFeet is 1>>//What I would give to massage her feet…\ <<else>>//Her tits couldn’t possibly be hidden, and I’m starting to think the same of my erection…//<</if>> [img[Images/P - Gray 1.jpg]] The lesson goes by flawlessly, and your teacher, thankfully, does not give you any more issues. <<if $AshR is 1>>[[1-3 Alcove<-Continue to lunch]]<</if>>\ <<if $AshR is 0>>[[1-3 Edge<-Continue to lunch]]<</if>>\

<<set $M to 0, $H to 8>>\ You walk through a pair of large automatic doors to find a small reception area with students chaotically getting their timetables and heading through to the main building. Behind a large desk, there’s a cute lady who’s beckoning you over. "Well I don't need to ask your name." She says, teasing you, and retrieving a paper timetable that was kept separate from the others. "You knew a guy was coming?" "All the staff were told ahead of time. Could you imagine how many times you'd be asked if you were in the wrong school if they weren't?” She laughs at the possibility, which doesn’t inspire confidence at the day ahead. “Anyway, it looks like your first lesson is in room 68, all the way on the other side of the building. If I were you, I'd stop asking questions and get moving." //It’s the first day - surely no teacher would give me a hard time for being a couple of minutes late// As suggested, you head to your first scheduled lesson. The numerically arranged rooms give you a helpful idea of where you’re going, though you hardly keep your eyes trained all the room doors. There are a number of students who either are, or appear, lost. It’s at this point that people first start noticing the guy in the girls’ school. It’s impossible to gauge their facial expressions, as you keep your head locked down practically in parallel to the floor. Sadly, it doesn’t help hide your ever increasing heartbeat. Of course, they might consider you to be even //more// lost than them. //How stupid can you be? He’s obviously in the wrong school.// You can imagine them all thinking, or uttering, to one another. Eventually, you find a room with the number "68" hanging above it. Unless the builders were drunk and got "68" and "89" mixed up, this is where you should be. Blocking the doorway like a sexily dressed bouncer, there’s a figure ushering students inside, or pointing them in different directions. The woman is wearing a slim pencil dress which emphasizes her impossible to ignore chest, slim waist, and wide hips. Though you can’t see her rear, you’re certain it will be just as pleasant as the rest of her features. <<if $FFeet is 1 and $FNylon is 1>>Turning your attention downwards, you see that a sheer pair of nylons provide an alluring veil to her long legs, which are further elongated by her heels, giving her an extra 5 inches of height, at least, allowing her to tower over you. It’s hard to turn your attention away from her delicate looking feet, nestled inside the shoes. The top of them are so exposed that she might as well not be wearing any footwear at all. Lest she notice you staring and immediately identify you as a pervert you force yourself to look away.\ <<elseif $FFeet is 1 is 1>>Turning your attention downwards, your eyes travel past her nylon-covered legs and to her feet. A pair of heels give her at least another 5 inches of height, allowing her to easily tower over you. It’s difficult to turn your attention away from her delicate looking feet, nestled inside the shoes. The top of them are so exposed that she might as well not be wearing any footwear at all. Lest she notice you staring and immediately identify you as a pervert you force yourself to look away.\ <<elseif $FNylon is 1>>Turning your eyes downwards, your pupils might be immediately dilated at seeing the sheer hosiery decorating her lower body, providing an alluring veil to elongated legs - legs which threaten to never end thanks to the heels propping up her body. With at least an extra 5 inches of artificial height, she can easily tower over you. Though you’d prefer to keep your eyes trained on her luscious legs, you’d prefer for her to not think you’re a pervert, at least on the first day, so you force yourself to look away.\ <<else>>Turning your eyes downwards, you note the sheer hosiery covering her legs - legs that threaten to never end due to the heels on her feet. The extreme looking footwear give her at least an extra 5 inches of height, allowing her to tower over you in quite a humiliating manner. Your attention returns upwards.<</if>> [img[Images/P - Gray 2.jpg]] Unable to shake your growing nerves, you approach the woman. “You must be $name .” She remarks, already knowing the answer. “Yes.” You meekly reply, adding a delayed “miss” to dispel the awkward silence that follows. Hopefully she’s the type of teacher who doesn’t care for such honorifics, but you’d rather not risk. She checks something off her clipboard before motioning for you to follow her inside. [[1-1b<-Follow her]]

[img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] The inside of the classroom offers little surprise. Bookshelves line the walls with various textbooks and stationary supplies. Desks are arranged in a simple pattern of 5 tables deep and 5 tables across, and there’s only one space left - the one in the center. Whether that’s by coincidence, or by your teacher’s design, is a mystery, and a reminder to not be the last one in class. The feeling of wary eyes upon you returns, and increases with every second. You figure it’s a sensation you’ll get used to. Hopefully. The worst instances are when the students in front of you turn around, and you inadvertently make eye contact. It leaves them confused, and you bitterly embarrassed. From the front of the class, the intimidating teacher begins her intro speel. "Good morning, //girls//. I hope you are all looking forward to the next year as I am. My name is Miss $Gray , and I will be leading your tutorial sessions for your time at Farrix. Before we properly begin, we ought to address the obvious." Her eyes turn to you, encouraging everyone else to follow suit. "This is $name , and he will be joining us for the next week. I understand many of you were not expecting this, though I promise there will only be a boy in the classroom for a short amount of time." Having a name to go with the face makes your teacher seem slightly less scary. Miss $Gray begins to talk about the content you will be covering in your lessons, and you soon begin to feel yourself stop listening, even in spite of the first day jitters encouraging you to remain alert. Closer than you were outside, you can clearly see the other students' clothing. Their uniforms vary in color. While they are all wearing the typical sailor style ensemble, some of them have a blue skirt and detailing on the blouse, while some are pink. Whether there’s some hierarchy to the colors, or it’s purely a matter of personal taste, you’re unsure. There are also differences in their legwear. Some of the students are wearing knee or thigh high socks, while others opt for the more traditional tights or pantyhose.<<if $FNylon is 1>>The latter group quickly becomes your favorite. <</if>> This all helps to give you a better picture of the school uniform policy, though your personal uniform allows for much less creativity for the wearer. While observing this, you notice the cute girl to your left. For whatever reason, you can't help but look at her for a moment longer than everyone else. She suddenly looks up at you, and to your surprise, rather than be disgusted at your leering, she embraces it, giving you a smile before returning to her work. After surveying the classroom, and the people in it, you switch attention back to Miss $Gray . Not for the purposes of listening, of course, but admiring. Now that you’re seated, it’s much easier to consider her assets in greater clarity, and what a lot of assets she has. Picking one to concentrate on proves unexpectedly difficult. [[1-1 Stare<-Dream about her breasts][$Var to 1]] [[1-1 Stare<-Admire her ass][$Var to 2]] <<if $FFeet is 1>>[[1-1 Stare<-Covet her feet][$Var to 3]] [[1-1 Stare<-Stare at her shoes][$Var to 4]] <</if>>\ <<if $FNylon is 1>>[[1-1 Stare<-Lust over her nylon legs][$Var to 5]]<</if>>

<<set $M to 0, $H to 9>>\ Clearing your throat a little, you look Miss $Gray in her eyes. Anywhere else on her body would completely undermine your point. "You're right. I acted incredibly disrespectful to both you, and the other students. I promise it won't happen in the future." Your apology, though brief, seems to allay her anger. Of course, you don’t have to mean it. A smile similar to the ones she gave the lost students earlier crosses her face, though if anything, she seems a little happier now. “Thank you, $name . It takes modesty to be sincere like that.” She ponders something for a moment, before dismissing those thoughts, whatever they were. “You should head to your next lesson, though, for your sake, I hope we do not have this conversation again.“ Her ominous threat makes you worry about whatever detention or homework she might give if your “apology” proves to be false. You exit and follow your timetable to the next lesson, hoping it goes a little better. On the way, you consider her earlier words - that you could go to her for support. Then, you laugh the thought off. Prior to your apology, you got the impression she was ready to take the telling-off all the way to a verbal beatdown at a moment's notice. Someone that scary probably isn’t the person you want to go to in order to discuss //feelings//. [[1-1 Gray Name<-Continue]]

<<set $S to $S + 1>>\ <<set $M to 0, $H to 9>>\ Summoning courage in the face of such sexyness(terrifying) and authority(also terrifying) does not prove easy, but you try your best. “So I wasn’t paying attention the whole time - big deal. I got more important things on my mind.” //Like women.// “Like what the rest of the day is going to be like. I’m only going to be here for a week; it’s not like the things you could say will have that much of an effect on me anyway.” You roll your eyes. “Stop paying attention to me, and I’ll be out of your hair before you know it.” It takes Miss $Gray a while to decide on a response. That, or she’s letting the regret fester in you for a while before giving you the verbal execution you’re so certain is going to come. “Listen to me, $name .” Her voice is just a decibel below what could be considered shouting, and you get the impression she really wanted to use an insult instead of your name. “I am your teacher. So long as you are in my classroom, you will pay me the proper respect, as I will do the same to you. There will be no “letting you off easy” whilst you’re here. Frankly, whether you’re at Farrix for a day, week, month or year is irrelevant. ==If you t==” Her words are interrupted when a woman abruptly enters the classroom. "Miss $Gray, do you have a moment to talk about th..." Your teacher’s dominant gaze is enough to let the woman know that she should stop talking, and that she should have knocked in the first place. "Of course." Her attention switches back to you. "Excuse me for a moment." She exits the classroom, leaving you alone, uneasily anticipating phase 2 of your verbal beatdown. Though your heartbeat does settle down, you help it by looking around the barren classroom. On Miss $Gray ‘s desk is an open handbag, teasing you to check it out. [[1-1 Gray Return<-Don't look inside]] [[1-1 Bag<-Investigate]]

Teacher's name (Miss): <<textbox "$Gray" "Gray">> [[1-1 Lunch<-Continue]]

<<set $BagDay1 to 0>>\ <<set $Var to 0>>\ [img[Images/Gray bag.jpg]] The expensive looking bag, which is made of a material (or materials) which you can’t identify, beckons you to come closer. Filled with curiosity, you give into the sensible part of your brain screaming “this is a terrible idea!” Looking inside the handbag, you see a dainty purse, a phone, a dozen or so hair ties and clips with an accompanying brush,<<if $FNylon is 1>> a package of hosiery, <</if>> a small, peculiar box, and a tube lipstick. <<if $StoleMoney is 0>>[[1-1 Bag 2<-Look inside the purse][$BagDay1 to 4]]<<else>>You've already stolen some money.<</if>> [[1-1 Bag 2<-Look at the phone][$BagDay1 to 2]] [[1-1 Bag 2<-Inspect the box][$BagDay1 to 3]] <<if $StoleLipstick is 0>>[[1-1 Bag 2<-Take the tube of lipstick][$BagDay1 to 1]] \ <<else>>You've already stolen her lipsick. <</if>>\ <<if $FNylon is 1>>[[1-1 Bag 2<-Perve over the box of nylons][$BagDay1 to 5]] <</if>>\ [[1-1 Gray Return<-Wait for your teacher to return]]

<<if visited("1-1 Apologize")>>You opt to not look inside. She's angry enough already; if she caught you snooping inside her bag, she may damn near kill you, or make you wish she would. After a few minutes, Miss $Gray returns to the classroom. “I apologize for that.” She shakes her head, though you’re unsure if her frustration is because of the interruption, something she was told, or because she has another lesson to teach very soon. "It would hardly be fair for me to criticize you for being rude when I leave our discussion like that. You may leave, though for your sake, I hope we do not have this conversation again." //Whatever that was about, it may have just saved my life.// You promptly exit, wondering what possessed you to be defiant in the first place.\ \ <<else>>Miss $Gray returns to the classroom - uncomfortably close to when you walk away from the bag. “I apologize for that.” She shakes her head, though you’re unsure if her frustration is because of the interruption, something she was told, or because she has another lesson to teach very soon. "It would hardly be fair for me to criticize you for being rude when I leave our discussion like that. You may leave, though for your sake, I hope we do not have this conversation again." //Whatever that was about, it may have just saved my life.// You promptly exit, wondering what possessed you to be defiant in the first place.<</if>> [[1-1 Gray Name<-Continue]]

[[Mall<-Return to the mall]] <<if $JenLevel gt 5>>\ If there’s one store in the mall where you’d expect your sissy status to be accepted, it’s the sex shop, and while you still get some skeptical looks from customers, that’s offset by the welcoming smiles the staff offer.<</if>> [img[Images/Sex store.jpg]] __Butt plugs__ Small jewelled butt plug-15$ <<if $ButtPlug1 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[Sex store<-Buy butt plug][$I to $I - 15, $ButtPlug1 to 1]]\ <<elseif $ButtPlug1 is 1>>You already own this //Thanks $Jen//\ <<elseif $ButtPlug1 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Black butt plug-15$ <<if $ButtPlug2 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[Sex store<-Buy butt plug][$I to $I - 15, $ButtPlug2 to 1]]\ <<elseif $ButtPlug2 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> <<if $SC15 is 1>>You’re pretty sure you see Shauna from the student council in the sex shop, near the dildos. [[SC15 Sex shop<-Approach her]]<</if>>

<<include [[Chapter Settings]]>>\ <<if $Caff is 1>>Thankfully, the Main Character energy drink you had wears off magicaly when you need it to.<</if>> <<set $Day to $Day + 1, $Day3 to $Day3 + 1>>\ <<if $Day3 is 8>><<set $Day3 to 1>><</if>>\ <<set $SleepProcess to 1>>\ <<if $Day3 gt 5>><<set $Weekend to 1, $Weekday to 0>><<else>><<set $Weekend to 0, $Weekday to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 lt 6>><<set $Weekend to 0, $Weekday to 1>><<else>><<set $Weekend to 1, $Weekday to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $Fem lt 11>>[img[Images/R - Moon 1.jpg]]\ <<elseif $Fem lt 33>>[img[Images/R - Moon 2.jpg]]\ <<elseif $Fem lt 50>>[img[Images/R - Moon 3.jpg]]\ <<elseif $Fem lt 100>>[img[Images/R - Moon 4.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $Day lt 6>>You rest your eyes after a long day. You are starting to get used to the new area, and also your stepsister, $Hannah .\ <<elseif $Day is 6>>You rest your eyes after a long week of school. It has been so eventful that you can hardly remember everything. You are confused by the flirtatious $Ash , and even more so by Miss $Gray . //Whose perverted mind was it for a student to have to wear a damn chastity cage?// On the topic of which, you realize you are struggling to get to sleep, probably because of the wretched thing. Anytime your mind starts to get filled with fantasies, your penis does its best to grow, but you're left uncomfortably straining against the silicone trapping you dick. You do notice that, when flaccid at least, the cage is quite spacious, allowing some room to grow.\ <<elseif $Pills is 5>><<set $Pills to 6>>As you’re trying to fall asleep on your belly, you notice an unfamiliar feeling on your chest. There’s something between your body and the mattress. A pair of boobs. A pair of boobs attached to you, in the same way that your hand is, your leg is, your penis is. While they’re modest by adult standards and bound to go unrecognized, you can still feel them in your hands. There’s enough there for you to get a solid grip on, and to roll them around in your hands. There’s not much sleep to be had as you realize that this isn’t a dream; this is reality.\ <<elseif $Pills is 19>><<set $Pills to 20>>Tonight, you don’t even need to be laying on your front to see a change in your breasts, and any hopes of them being unnoticed can fade away into your memory. Your boobs are, if anything, slightly larger than average for a woman, and for a supposed “man”, enormous. Next to hoping that everyone in the city suddenly becomes blind, you can only dream that people are either too distracted to notice, or too kind to draw attention to it. //I don’t know why I let it go this far, but I can’t take anymore of those pills.//\ <<elseif $Pills is 12>><<set $Pills to 13>>You were just beginning to get used to your new boobs, but laying down on your front alerts you to another change. Groping your breasts, you realize they’re actually bigger. And not only are they big enough for you to feel, they’re probably large enough to make a sizable impression against your shirt. Anyone paying the slightest attention to you will likely notice your breasts. It was one thing when you could hide them beneath your clothes. Like your chastity cage, any bulge could have been excused as the movement of clothing, but these boobs are only slightly smaller than average for a woman. This is going to make life very interesting.\ <<elseif $Panties1 is 1 and $Fem lt 9 and $WornPanties is 1>>//$Ash ‘s panties feel so nice, so intimate to skin like a pink breeze of femininity. I could think about her panties all day. So teasing. So tantalizing. So tempting...//\ <<elseif $Fem lt 13>>//Satin, silk, lace, nylon. They just fit right, close like a kiss and just as pleasant. Covering forbidden pleasures like a gatekeeper, but growing desirable by association...//\ <<elseif $Fem lt 14>>//If she knows, then who else might know? What does she need the money for? Why is she so cruel? What does she...//\ <<elseif $Fem lt 16>>//What's Miss $Gray 's problem? Why does she care so much that I wear tights? If I were less reckless with things, would she let me go back to socks?//\ <<elseif $Fem gt 15 and $Fem lt 20 and $ShaveLegs lt 10>>Beautiful legs enhanced to perfection from their nylon prison. Completed with a smooth skin beneath, abrasive hair erased so dermal and denier skins can kiss. Toe to waist pleasure all day, everyday…\ <<elseif $Fem gt 15 and $Fem lt 20 and $ShaveLegs gt 9>>So thin, elegant, yet capable of stretching to encompass two manly legs and their prickly hairs. Approaching sublime bliss, but still always on the horizon, euphoria held at bay by anchored thorns. A simple slice of steel should suffice to complete the heavenly feeling…\ <<elseif $Fem lt 26>>//$Ash really seems to like me...I wonder how far she's willing to take this relationship...//\ <<elseif $Fem lt 30 and $AshMad is 1>>//It sucks that I upset $Ash , but maybe it was for the best that things didn't work out...//\ <<elseif $Fem gt 26 and $Fem lt 30>>Beautiful as a butterfly or casual as a Sunday stroll. Such a wide world of possibility. Skirts, dresses, blouses. As varied as they are elegant. Why start a journey if you’re not going to complete it? It’s not much further to reach the powders and paints. Lipstick to be better at kissing, nail polish to be better at touching, only a short step after a skirt…\ <<elseif $Fem lt 32 and $A is 2>>//Why am I at Farrix? And how does $Alex tie into this? Surely it can't be a coincidence...//\ <<elseif $Fem lt 41 and $Fem gt 31>>//I don’t know who I’d prefer to control my chastity cage…Miss $Gray or $Ash . It’s not like my opinion would matter anyway...//\ <<elseif $Fem is 41>>//A girl’s uniform? Please tell me I was dreaming about that. Please.//\ <<elseif $Fem is 42>>//$Ash is crazy. There’s no way I could wear a girl’s uniform to school. Whatever happens now, I know I was doing the right thing//\ <<elseif $Fem is 43>>//I can't wait to serve Mistress $Ash in any way she likes//\ <<elseif $Fem is 44 and $Day3 is 4>>//I can’t wait to see Miss $Gray ‘s reaction to $Ash ‘s diary. Life at Farrix might actually be easier now//\ <<elseif $Fem is 44 and $Day3 is 5>>//I can't believe my own stepsister kicked me off her house, and now I have to share a bed with the very person who's responsible for that//\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>//I wonder if I’ll ever be free of this chastity cage. At least somebody can empathize with me now…//\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>//I wonder if I’ll ever be free of this chastity cage…$Gray2 doesn’t make it seem likely//\ <<elseif $Home is 4>>//I wonder if I’ll ever be free of this chastity cage. At least somebody can empathize with me now…//<</if>><<if $WeddingBlackmail is 1>>\ \ //But what on earth is this proposal Miss $Gray is talking about in her emails? And how do I fit into it?//<</if>> <<if $Day is 11 and visited("Ash steal panties")>>[[Hannah Panties Room<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Day is 11 and visited("Top drawer 2")>>[[Morning Hannah ask<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 6 and $Fem is 37>>[[Ash 4<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 6 and $Fem is 13>>[[Jen 1<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 7 and $A is 2 and visited("8-1a")>>[[Morning Weekend Hannah<-Continue to the morning][$Priority to 1]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 7 and $A is 3 and visited("10-1a")>>[[Morning Weekend Hannah<-Continue to the morning][$Priority to 1]]\ <<elseif $Fem is 41>>[[11-4 Wear Uniform<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Fem is 42 and visited("11-4 Refuse Uniform")>>[[11-5 Resist Uniform 1<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Fem is 42>>[[11-4 Refuse Uniform<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Fem is 43>>[[11-4 Hypno 1<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Fem is 44 and $Day3 is 4>>[[11-4 Blackmail 1<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Fem is 44 and $Day3 is 5>>[[11-5 Blackmail 1<-Continue to the morning]]\ \ <<elseif $Weekday is 1 and $Home is 0>>[[Morning School Hannah<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Weekend is 1 and $Home is 0>>[[Morning Weekend Hannah<-Continue to the morning]]<</if>>\ \ \ \ \ <<set $H to 2>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ <<if $C5 lte 0>><<set $S to $S + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Bed2 is 1>><<set $S to $S - 1>><</if>>\ <<if $AshSkirtHelp is 1>><<set $AshSkirtHelp to 0, $AshR to $AshR - 1>><<elseif $AshPJHelp is 1>><<set $AshPJHelp to 0, $AshR to $AshR - 1>><</if>>\ <<if $AshSex is 3 and $Day3 is 1 or $AshSex is 4 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $AshMad to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $AshWeek4 is 1 and $Day3 is 1 and $Fem lt 21>><<set $AshWeek4 to 0, $AshR to $AshR - 1, $Fem to 19>><<elseif $Fem is 18 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $Fem to 19>><</if>>\ <<if visited("Mall Week 5 Jen Walk") is 1 and visited("Ash W2a") is 0 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $AshR to $AshR - 1, $AshMad to 1, $Fem to 26>><</if>>\ <<if $Fem is 29 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $Fem to 30>><</if>>\ <<if $Fem is 32 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $Fem to 33>><</if>>\ <<if $Day gt 34>><<set $Blackmail to 3>><</if>>\ <<if $Fem is 39 and $Day3 is 3>><<set $Fem to 40>><</if>>\ <<if $SD is 2 and $Day3 is 6>><<set $Priority to 1>><<elseif $SD is 3 and $Day3 is 6>><<set $Priority to 1>><<elseif $SD is 4 and $Day3 is 6>><<set $Priority to 1>><<elseif $SD is 5 and $Day3 is 6>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $House is 1 and $Day3 is 6>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $A is 2 and $Day3 is 7 and $Priority is 1 and $App is 1>><<set $Priority to 1>><<elseif $A is 3 and $Day3 is 7 and $Priority is 1 and $App is 1 and visited("10-1a")>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>> <<if $PantyhoseTask lt 3 and $PantyhoseTask gt 0 and $Day gt 42>><<set $AshMad to 1, $PantyhoseTask to 4>><</if>>\ <<if $MallSaturday lt 100 and $MallSaturday gt 0 and $Day gt 35>><<set $AshMad to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $EscapeChastity4 is 1>><<set $EscapeChastity to 6, $EscapeChastity4 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $EscapeChastity is 5>><<set $EscapeChastity4 to $EscapeChastity4 - 1>><</if>>\ <<if $EscapeChastityPlan is 2>><<set $EscapeChastity to 10, $EscapeChastityPlan to 3>><</if>>\ <<if $W1A1 is 1>><<set $W1A1 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W1A2 is 1>><<set $W1A2 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W2A8 is 1>><<set $W2A8 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W3A1 is 1>><<set $W3A1 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $AshMad is 1 and $W5A7 is 0>><<set $W5A7 to 1>><<elseif $AshMad is 1 and $W5A7 is 1>><<set $W5A7 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W6A2 is 1>><<set $W6A2 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W7A1 is 1>><<set $W7A1 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W7A2 is 1>><<set $W7A2 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W7A4 is 1>><<set $W7A4 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W8A3 is 1>><<set $W8A3 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W9A2 is 1>><<set $W9A2 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W10A3 is 1>><<set $W10A3 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W3J2 is 1>><<set $W3J2 to 2, $JenAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W4J1 is 1>><<set $W4J1 to 2, $JenAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W5J1 is 1>><<set $W5J1 to 2, $JenAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W5J2 is 1>><<set $W5J2 to 2, $JenAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W5J3 is 1>><<set $W5J3 to 2, $JenAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W8J1 is 1>><<set $W8J1 to 2, $JenAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W10J1 is 1>><<set $W10J1 to 2, $JenAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W17J1 is 1>><<set $W17J1 to 2, $JenAlert to 1>><</if>>\

<<set $Cooking to $Cooking + 1>>\ <<if $Cooking lt 10>><<set $I to $I + 5>><<elseif $Cooking lt 25>><<set $I to $I + 8>><<elseif $Cooking lt 100>><<set $I to $I + 12>><</if>>\ <<set $S to $S + 1>>\ <<if $S gt 9>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $WeekChores to $WeekChores + 1>>\ <<set $C1 to 1>>\ [img[Images/Kitchen.jpg]] <<if $Home is 0>>With $Hannah finishing work at 6, she often doesn't have time to cook a proper meal. You prepare some basic ingredients and begin to cook a meal you hope $Hannah will enjoy.\ <<elseif $Home is 1 and $House lt 2 or $Home is 2 and $House lt 2>>With $Hannah finishing work at 6, and Miss $Gray expecting you to do the chores, the responsibility of creating a nutritious and tasty meal rests on your hands.\ <<elseif $ChoresPunish gt 2>>With $Hannah finishing work at 6, and Miss $Gray expecting you to do the chores, the responsibility of creating a nutritious and tasty meal rests on your hands. Of course, a good maid, as Miss $Gray would insist, must adorn her maid uniform in order to complete her duties, with your ankle cuffs included. Then, you set about preparing 3 plates of delicious food. [img[Images/Maid chore.png]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>With $Hannah finishing work at 6, and Miss $Gray expecting you to do the chores, the responsibility of creating a nutritious and tasty meal rests on your hands. Of course, a good maid, as Miss $Gray would insist, must adorn her maid uniform in order to complete her duties. Then, you set about preparing 3 plates of delicious food. [img[Images/Maid chore.png]]\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>>$Ash has made it clear on several occasions she doesn’t care much for fine cuisine. The rare times she did eat something which could be considered healthy, nutritious, and tasty, were all at your insistence. Knowing she won’t actually make something nice for either of you, you decide to do it yourself.\ <<elseif $Home is 5 or $Home is 6>>$Jen has clarified that while you’re welcome to cook for her, she’s far to used to making food for herself to alter what she makes for two. For that reason, you shouldn’t expect anything which you make to be eaten by anyone but herself. Of course, she neglected to mention that she regularly supplements her diet with takeaways, enough that she might need a second recycling can for all the cardboard boxes.<</if>> <<if $Cooking lt 10>>You begin by tossing some vegetables straight from their plastic sack into a pan of boiling water, checking on their solidity occasionally. Next, you prepare the main part of the meal. The meat gets stuck in the unoiled frying pan, and so you have to pry it off with a knife, which almost sends the protein flying. [img[Images/Cooking 1.jpg]] You slop the two components down into some plates, almost forgetting to drain the water first. The result is a dry, uncomplimentary meal that feels incomplete. It could be considered a success, if you define success in cooking as not burning the house down, though it was also a close failure.\ <<elseif $Cooking lt 25>>Starting with the vegetables, you wash them under the tap before chopping them into digestible chunks, which are then tossed into a boiling pot of water. After that, you lubricate a frying pan with a little too much oil, and place in the protein, stirring it as it sizzles with flavor. In another pan, pasta is submerged until its hard disposition becomes soft, if a little chewy. [img[Images/Cooking 2.jpg]] The 3 components are then drained of excess fluids, and placed neatly on some dishes. The final product is fine, though lacking something elevating it to the next level.\ <<elseif $Cooking lt 100>>You begin by washing your vegetables, removing the dirt from the carrots, before slicing them into more digestible cubes compared to their natural form. You also prepare your protein, placing the oily raw food into a frying pan, and letting it slowly sizzle until it’s the perfectly delectable shade. Simultaneously, a deep pan of water is brought to the boil, with hard pasta being placed inside the miracle liquid to turn it into an exquisite tasting, soft delicacy. The prepared veggies are combined with a melted collection of tomatoes for a divine sauce. [img[Images/Cooking 3.jpg]] When the meal is complete, you place it artfully on a plate, framing it with the circular ceramic so that your customers see it from the best angle.<</if>><<if $ChoresPunish gt 9>><<set $S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1>>The whole time, the nipple clamps biting down like horny crocodiles on your susceptible nipples leave you both crying in pain, and begging to for sexual relief. Relief that you’ll never get, at least from your clit.<</if>> <<if $Home is 0 and $Cooking lt 10>>When $Hannah does taste it, she does her best not to discourage you from cooking again, but it is clear that she didn't find it the most enjoyable.\ <<elseif $Home is 0 and $Cooking lt 25>>It tastes about as good as what $Hannah would expect. While she no longer has to hide an appalled face when eating it, you are sure that your standards of "good" are higher than that, and you promise to keep getting better.\ <<elseif $Home is 0 and $Cooking lt 40>>$Hannah ‘s face can’t hide her extreme satisfaction in the dish, which she gobbles up eagerly, barely stopping for conversation between mouthfuls of food. She’s left saddened when it’s over, but nothing good lasts forever.\ <<elseif $Home is 1 and $Cooking lt 10 or $Home is 2 and $Cooking lt 10>>[img[Images/Maid WalkG.gif]] Miss $Gray is much quicker to explain her feelings that your cooking skills are “shocking” and “completely lacking in anything resembling competency of the slightest degree” than $Hannah is, who looks glad that someone finally told you what you needed to hear.\ <<elseif $Home is 1 and $Cooking lt 10 or $Home is 2 and $Cooking lt 25>>[img[Images/Maid WalkG.gif]] Miss $Gray is pleasantly surprised at the competency of the meal, though you assume that from how she lacks any negative comments about the meal. What is likely indifference on her part is trumped by $Hannah , who is eager to eat more.\ <<elseif $Home is 1 and $Cooking lt 10 or $Home is 2 and $Cooking lt 40>>[img[Images/Maid WalkG.gif]] Miss $Gray compliments the culinary prowess of her “little house maid”, and proudly takes credit for training you to be so good at your pseudo job. $Hannah is much more modest, and takes the opportunity to give you a more honest set of compliments.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $Cooking lt 10 or $Home is 4 and $Cooking lt 10>>$Ash has a couple of nibbles of the food, but it’s obvious she’s not interested. After sliding the dish away, she takes to her usual cupboards for some snacks, leaving you to eat the meal alone.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $Cooking lt 10 or $Home is 4 and $Cooking lt 25>>$Ash actually eats the meal you prepared for the two of you. She doesn’t have much in the way of taste buds, so you’re not sure if her compliments should be taken without a grain of salt or not, but at least she empties her plate.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $Cooking lt 10 or $Home is 4 and $Cooking lt 40>>$Ash not only eats the meal, but she is positively smiling after taking each bite. And when she does finish, she insists on eating as much of the leftover sauce as she can.\ <<elseif $Home is 5 and $Cooking lt 10>>$Jen takes a look at the grub you’ve prepared. “Hmm…no thanks!” She quips, oblivious to how discouraging her words are. //I guess we’ll be eating separate today//\ <<elseif $Home is 5 and $Cooking lt 25>>$Jen takes a look at the fine meal you’ve made. She musters a grin of excitement, but it’s clearly forced. “Let’s dig in.” The entire dinner, $Jen insists that it’s “great” and “totally preferable to takeout”. It doesn’t take much brain power to figure out that she’s only saying the niceties to spend more time with you - which is still appreciated, but not as good as genuinely impressing her with the food would be.\ <<elseif $Home is 5 and $Cooking lt 40>>$Jen hardly acknowledges the food before digging in. Evidently, when the food is pretty enough (and smells good enough), takeout slips from her mind completely.\ \ <<elseif $Home is 6 and $Cooking lt 10>>$Jen takes little more than a glance at the food before mimicking the sounds of vomiting. “That’s gross, $name . I’ve seen better food in a dog bowl, or on a Saturday night sidewalk, or scraped into a bin, or declined by a rat, or…” “Okay, I get it! Nobody is forcing you to eat it.” “That’d be a method of torture.” She shakes her head.\ <<elseif $Home is 6 and $Cooking lt 25>>$Jen grunts at seeing the food you’ve prepared. “Leftovers?” “No.” “Oh. Looks like it.”\ <<elseif $Home is 6 and $Cooking lt 40>>$Jen leers at the food you’ve prepared. Though she attempts to hide her pleasant surprise, she doesn’t manage it completely. “Let me see how bad it is.” She snatches a fork from your hand to pierce the grub, before chowing down on it, doing her best impression of indifference. “This is…it definitely could be better…but it could be worse, too.” She remarks in between mouthfuls. “You like it, then?” “I wouldn’t go…mmhm, that far, but it’s surprisingly good for a belligerent sissy like you.” Suffice to say, she finishes the rest of her portion, and a fair of yours, too.<</if>> <<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return][$H to $H + 2]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2 and $ChoresPunish gt 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return]][$H to $H + 3]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return][$H to $H + 2]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return][$H to $H + 2]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return][$H to $H + 2]]<</if>>

<<set $M to 45>><<set $H to 7>>\ <<if $Day3 is 5 and $Day isnot 61>><<set $HannahFridayTalk to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $CC1 is 0 and $CC2 is 0 and $CC3 is 0 and $CL[1] is 101>>[img[Images/Morning BoxersG.gif]] <<elseif $CL[1] is 101 and $CC1 is 1 or $CL[1] is 101 and $CC2 is 1 or $CL[1] is 101 and $CC3 is 1>>[img[Images/Morning BoxersG.gif]] <<elseif $CL[1] is 101 and $CC1 gt 1 or $CL[1] is 101 and $CC2 gt 1 or $CL[1] is 101 and $CC3 gt 1>>[img[Images/Morning BoxersCG.gif]] <<elseif $Stockings is 1 and $CC3 is 1 or $Stockings is 1 and $CC2 gt 1 or $Stockings is 1 and $CC3 gt 3>>[img[Images/Morning StockingsG.gif]]\ <<elseif $Stockings is 1 and $CC2 gt 1 or $Stockings is 1 and $CC3 gt 1>>[img[Images/Morning StockingsCG.gif]]\ <<elseif $Tights is 1 and $CC1 is 1 or $Tights is 1 and $CC2 is 1 or $Tights is 1 and $CC3 is 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC1 is 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC3 is 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC3 is 1>>[img[Images/Morning PantyhoseG.gif]]\ <<elseif $Tights is 1 and $CC1 gt 1 or $Tights is 1 and $CC2 gt 1 or $Tights is 1 and $CC3 gt 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC1 gt 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC2 gt 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC3 gt 1>>[img[Images/Morning PantyhoseCG.gif]]\ <<elseif $CC1 is 1 or $CC2 is 1 or $CC3 is 1 or $Day lt 5>>[img[Images/Morning PantiesG.gif]]\ <<elseif $CC1 gt 1 or $CC2 gt 1 or $CC3 gt 1>>[img[Images/Morning PantiesCG.gif]]<</if>> <<set $MorningSchool1 = ["The violent scream of your alarm signals the beginning of your day.", "Your alarm wakes you up in its usual intrusive manner.", "The beautiful sunrise is ruined by the harsh tones of your alarm."]>>\ <<set $length = $MorningSchool1.length>>\ <<set $i = Math.floor(Math.random()*$length)>>\ <<print $MorningSchool1[$i]>> <<set $MorningSchool2 = ["$Hannah is already awake in the kitchen, doing her best attempt to juggle two bowls of cereal as well as a pair of accompanying glasses.", "You hear $Hannah already preparing breakfast for the two of you in the kitchen.", "The clanking of bowls and the pouring of liquid suggests that $Hannah is already awake in the kitchen."]>>\ <<set $length = $MorningSchool2.length>>\ <<set $i = Math.floor(Math.random()*$length)>>\ <<print $MorningSchool2[$i]>> [img[Images/Toast.jpg]] <<set $MorningSchool3 = ["$Hannah places a bowl of Fruit Hoops in front of you as you sit down at the table.", "As you sit down at the table, $Hannah places a bowl of Krispy Rice in front of you.", "A bowl of Skipper Snaps lands at the table for you courtesy of $Hannah ."]>><<set $length = $MorningSchool3.length>>\ <<set $i = Math.floor(Math.random()*$length)>>\ <<print $MorningSchool3[$i]>> The TV is on, playing the news. Today, it seems like Charlie Sleet has an interesting story to report. <<if $Day is 1>>Error\ <<elseif $Day is 2>>“Adult toy company Lewd Items withdrew from a sponsorship deal with Bert’s Fruits and Supplements last week. An inside source shared that there was a sharp decline in the sale of phallic sex toys, and a great interest in the bananas and cucumbers on sale. Reports also show that Lewd Items is second-guessing its speculated deal with Offischool, a stationary chain.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 3>>"Renowned mime Rene Parley passed away last night after a long lifetime bringing joy to thousands throughout his illustrious, decades long, career. Parley shot to stardom after being mistakenly arrested when police believed him to be serial bank robber Arjay Parley, also a mime, who turned out to be his father. When the two did a DNA test on live television, they were both left speechless at the revelation. Rene Parley’s most famous incident took place in Marigold Park 5 years ago. Whilst onlookers believed he was doing the typical “trapped in an invisible box” routine, it turned out he was actually in an invisible box, of sorts. Not wanting to break character upon realizing he couldn’t escape, Parley continued the act, and only managed to escape the glass prison by burrowing through the ground. Remarkably, despite mining through several hundred pounds of dirt, his black and white makeup was unscathed. When asked if he had any final requests, Parley gestured receiving a blow job, before sadly passing away."\ \ <<elseif $Day is 4>>“Childhood sweethearts Rose Evaline and Ian Wilson sealed the knot yesterday after 25 years of blissful dating whilst they abstained from sex. A virgin until just today, Mrs Evaline shared on social media that the sex was the “greatest 15 seconds” of her life.”\ <<elseif $Day is 5>>“Following the publishment of a paper late last week, there is an uproar in the archeology community. The paper details the Library of Alexandria, the intellectual icon from around 300 BCE. Widely known at the time as a home for scholars and learners, the building is the most famous of its kind in all of history. However, mystery still surrounds the reason for its eventual demise. There are many popular theories for the library’s collapse, including fires, neglect, invasion, and unfortunate collateral in wars. However, archeologist Wayne Musing posited a new reason for the site’s ruin. In his paper, titled “Rewriting history - I saw it myself”, Musing claims that the building was destroyed after it sparked a particularly violent fight between two friends. Apparently, a pair of monks traveled from Anatolia to visit the famous library. While the first stood in awe at the magnitude of the building, which featured several stories for books, as well as lecture rooms and living quarters, the second made a joke that it was a shame that the first monk’s mother would be unable to enjoy it, as it’d be impossible for her to fit inside. Naturally, a tussle broke out, which Musing believes resulted in the destruction of the entire sight. The basis for this claim is a supposed bill for damages addressed to one of the monks. The bill totaled 1000 aurei, a roman currency used frequently at the time, and an amount comparable to $480,000 USD today. Musing also makes several other claims about the library in his paper, which many contemporaries are calling “baseless” and “characteristically fictitious.” These claims include the library having a cafeteria that offered pizza, a dish widely believed to be a product of the 17th and 18th century, on top of having several vending machines. Musing also writes that the library had several slides to get from the upper floors to the bottom swiftly.”\ \ \ \ <<elseif $Day is 8>>“A Belgian man has filed a lawsuit against a dominatrix he frequented yesterday afternoon. Russel Worth, 38, claims that the sex worker, 32 year old Sarah Punysher, “lost” the key to his chastity cage, a device used to restrict access to the wearer’s genitalia. Sarah Punysher, who goes by the name “Mistress Punisher”, made a statement through her lawyer this morning. Punysher claims Worth begged her to “lock the cage on him forever, and swallow the key right in front of him.” Worth is claiming compensation for the trauma done to him by her “neglect”, as well as for the marital problems that it caused.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 9>>”Women’s undergarments company Budding Rose proudly shared that they’ve enjoyed a 200% increase in sales after developing panties featuring pockets, which, in some instances, are large enough to carry a mobile phone. Women’s denim brand Genial Jeans responded to the news on social media, asking “what are pockets?””\ \ <<elseif $Day is 10>>"A cameraman at the recent Golden Orbs ceremony generated the most talked about incident of the night, but not for the right reason. Rather than filming best actress nominee June Fantom ‘s face upon hearing she had won the prestigious award, the cameraman, who’s name has been revealed to be Aaron Walker, instead decided to film up her dress. Many commenters online called the act deliberate, and threatened to boycott the ceremony in the future if Walker was not fired. Whilst Walker was indeed terminated a couple days after the controversy, he has since shared plans to sue his former employers. He claims he was instructed to “get the shots everyone wants to see”."\ \ <<elseif $Day is 11>>Error\ <<elseif $Day is 12>>“Reality TV show “Let’s hunt and Kill Ryan Duball” has been approved, much to fans’ delight, and will debut next fall. Ryan, “Blueball”, Duball shot to fame 3 years ago during his breakout performance in Femme Fatale: Retribution. While critics enjoyed his acting, many men bemoaned his body blocking several shots of naked breasts in the film. Since then, Duball has starred in some of Hollywood’s biggest blockbusters, and in each and every one, has eclipsed the naked female form in some way. Many say Duball even began leaning into his role as a cinematic censor, and has since mandated that all interviews he does be filmed in a way that he blocks any shot of the interviewer’s chest. The star, 28, drew the ire of masculine minds so much that the 12 episode reality TV show has been greenlit, despite lingering legal concerns. The creators of the show promise that the show will deliver on the promise, though it is currently unclear how the show will proceed if they succeed in killing Duball prior to the final episode.”\ \ \ \ <<elseif $Day is 15>>“Tech mogul WIRED released a new line of alarm clocks last week which have surpassed their expected sales by over 40%. Their unique alarms were made as a solution to the trend of consumers hitting the snooze button. Using the button once is fine, but a second press will blare out the owner’s recent search history. WIRED CEO Daisuke Sakura said in a recent interview that the threat of one’s partner, parent, or roommate hearing the embarrassing details of your search history should work wonders for encouraging people to get up. Should the user continue to abuse the snooze button, a third press will send a listed contact the last 30 days of the owner’s search history. A fourth press will publish the same information on the owner’s social media pages. There is even an advanced version of the clock, which will make up searches if it deems yours to be too “boring”.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 16>>“A local man got more than he paid for after using the wrong tanning bed recently. It seems he was unaware that Local Sun, the salon in question, had an option on the bed he used to block rays in the pattern of a bikini. They say it’s intended for women to feel more modest. After being imprinted with the design of a 2 piece bikini, he said he has no intentions on going back to the salon, as well adding that it will make his job as a professional model much harder for the next 6 to 8 weeks.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 17>>"Renowned film director Quentin Arontino, who’s most recent film, Bill’s Funeral, is getting set for its 7th week at the box office, recently shared plans for his next film. In an interview, he discussed how the protagonist has an extreme fetish for inserting objects inside himself, particularly, his anus. The film will follow the learning of his sexual interests, his battle of suppressing them, his eventual acceptance of them, and finally, his attempt to insert the Declaration Of Independence inside himself. The film is provisionally being called National Pleasure. Arontino also discussed the difficulty of finding the best actor for the lead role. He even lamented that he was willing to do it himself, “if he must.”"\ \ <<elseif $Day is 18>>“The company Vintage Gifts, which specializes in selling products featuring models, recently revealed that all their pinup girl calendars from last year featured models with penises. It’s a revelation that has caused outrage from many men, who have promised to never buy their products again. Meanwhile, despite the calendars now being obsolete, second hand sales of them have nearly doubled online.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 19>>“In an attempt to appeal to a male audience, scent company Wax is Heaven released a new line of candles and bath bombs. The selection, which are predominantly blue, purple, and shades of gray, does its best to capture the smells most associated with the things men desire. Their biggest seller so far is “Wet Ass P-word”, a candle Wax is Heaven claimed took a great amount of research to get right. Other scents in the line include “Freshly Creamed”, “Give me a light and I’ll give you a sloppy”, and “Slippery When Wet.” Many women are pointing out the perceived hilarity online, citing how sad it is that “men are this desperate for sex.” However, following the immediate success of the launch, many other scent companies are following the strategy. Meanwhile, one sex worker shared spread sheets of her earnings with us. They show that she enjoyed a 31.5% increase in her services for the week, compared to last year. Others are suggesting using the scents as a perfume. It’s a bizarre story, but it just goes to show you, sex sells.”\ \ \ \ \ <<elseif $Day is 22>>“A clip from a football game in Paris last Sunday has generated over 200 million views across various platforms. The match, which was between France and England, proceeded as normal, when at the 40 minute mark, several away fans began chanting “your girls’” *bleep* “stinks.” Apparently, the England fans were unaware of the bilingual speaking abilities present in the rest of Europe. In perfect unison, the French fans can be he heard chanting “that’s an offensive stereotype that is both dangerous and unfair to perpetuate, especially considering you’ve likely not experienced sex with enough of the women here to make a fair assessment of their personal hygiene. Such a remark does not paint you in a flattering manner, and any more comments like that might make us reconsider being so polite next time.””\ \ <<elseif $Day is 23>>“Cosmetics brand Polished Perfection recently released a new line of nail varnish, which they claim would dry in 5 seconds, but it seems they should have kept it in development for a while longer. Users are confirming that the polish does dry extremely quickly, but are complaining that it reacts with the air shortly after. Shades of pink, red and white all quickly turn to an ugly shade of brown. Meanwhile, their only intentionally brown polish develops a second coat, which people online are speculating looks like one of the 50 states.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 24>>"A fight broke out in zero gravity today as a brawl ensued on the International Space Station. It reportedly began when one astronaut, Victor Irving, claimed he could see fellow astronaut Dan Johnson’s mother from space. The rest of the crew intervened to separate the two, quickly breaking up the scuffle. They suggested Johnson take a quick trip back to Earth to get some fresh air. Interestingly, this is the first known instance of conflict in space."\ \ <<elseif $Day is 25>>“Chaste porn star Vickie Dubbo, who made a career doing everything lewd except penetration, finally did the deed today. She revealed that she found it “alright.””\ \ <<elseif $Day is 26>>“A couple, Liam Were and Katie Mann, made the rounds locally yesterday. The duo live streamed their many revolutions of a roundabout, which they were intent on doing for the entire day. The stream, which was watched by 1200 people at its peak, was an idea had by Mann, who said she thought it’d be fun. Their experiment lasted 5 and a half hours, which was nearly all spent circling the same point, though they stopped every hour to switch seats, as well as at one point for fast food. Miraculously, neither said becoming dizzy was a concern. In fact, Were said that he was much more worried about the McDonald's he had causing him to throw up rather than the dizziness. Their joy ended prematurely, however, when a police officer pulled them over. Though the couple claim there was nothing illegal about what they were doing, the unnamed officer insisted on doing several drug tests, all of which came back negative. Mann has said that it was a fun experience, and they might repeat it, though they would make sure to stock up on water and a bucket next time.”\ \ \ \ <<elseif $Day is 29>>“Pharmaceutical company Third Hand, an organization which specializes in sex-related healthcare products, has come under fire recently after a study was released which showed a correlation between the usage of their viagra line, There She Goes, and premature ejaculation. Their selection of viagra, which was released in late 2019, immediately proved to be a success, and increased the already multi-billion dollar company’s revenue by 32%. However, a popular internet meme suggested that the product actually weakens the user’s sexual stamina. That joke apparently inspired a group of independent researchers to determine if there was any validity to those claims. Their peer-reviewed study suggests there is a strong correlation between taking the product, and suffering from symptoms of premature ejaculation. Of the 50 studied men, over 65% reported that they struggled to last more than 2 minutes after regularly taking the drug, even when they had stopped consumption completely. The release of that study coincided with the recent revelation that Third Hand’s CEO, Brooke Reacher, has a personal FlashChat account where she has mentioned a desire to make all men “premies”. Reacher has since made her account private, whilst also saying that people “can’t take jokes” when she was recently asked about the remarks. Third Hand is reportedly already preparing for a class-action lawsuit, and it is widely believed that Reacher will step down from her position. COO, Macie D. Quicker, is the most likely candidate to assume the vacated role”.\ \ <<elseif $Day is 30>>“There was controversy at a local convent yesterday, as it seems the residing nuns had forgotten they were going to be visited by a bishop. While the diocese have yet to make a comment, the accompanying journalists claim they walked in on a “raging orgy”, complete with “strap ons”, “sticks being used for spanking” and “enough rope to tie a mammoth.” A second journalist only made a single comment, stating “I’ve never seen a crucifix used like that”.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 31>>"Former University of Trent professor Maggie Esther released a new book on philosophy book last week. In it, she posits a deterministic view of the world, refuting the notion of free will. When asked why she feels this way, she answered “I have no choice”."\ \ <<elseif $Day is 32>>“Following the recent controversy at a nun convent, the presiding bishop, while not confirming reports of what happened, announced he would be taking a “more hands on role” in “ensuring the nuns’ purity.” He would go into more detail, stating that “drastic measures will be taken to ensure their chastity”. Finally, he promised that they would go to “any lengths, use any tool, and any method, to ensure we purge evil from their lustful bodies.””\ \ <<elseif $Day is 33>>“Today, we’re joined in the studio by a very special guest. Timothy Wilds recently broke the world record for having the most of one certain object. Not the most coins, thimbles, or Pokemon cards, but something else. Panties.” Sleet turns to his guest. “35,685 pairs of panties - that’s very impressive. How did you acquire your first pair?” “It was actually after a one night stand. The girl, I forget her name now, she got dressed the morning after, but just couldn’t find her panties. It was only after she had her coat on that she found them in her pocket. By that point, it was too much hassle to put them on again, so she offered them to me as a gift.” “You say you can’t remember her name, but do you remember the panties?” “Of course I do! I actually have them with me today.” The camera pans out to show him taking out a block from his briefcase. Inside a 2-inch layer of clear resin is a pair of red panties. “They’re the pair that started it all?” “Yes sir. I kept them in a safety deposit box for a while, but I just felt anxious without them in my room.” “But how do you go from one pair to over 35 thousand? That’s a massive difference.” “Well, I was already a bit of a hoarder at the time. I was really into those classic nerdy pitfalls. You know, WarSword, Globe Hammer 60000, those types of things. I did enjoy collecting them, but it was getting so expensive. Beside, the people who are into those franchises are //really// into them, you know? It’s impossible to get close to the world record for most figurines without taking out a second mortgage.” “So you had a desire to get a world record at the time?” “Well…kind of. I thought it’d be cool, but I mostly just enjoyed collecting. So after a while, I opted for something else.” “But panties? Why panties?” “Actually, I tried collecting other things before I moved to panties. My grandfather was always into collecting antique paintings of algae, so I tried that, but it was also expensive. For about a year, I was collecting used bus tickets, but then I grew disillusioned with the local bus company. I did consider collecting suggestively posed gnomes, but in the end I settled on panties, or as my friends like to say, they settled on me.” “And how do you store that many pairs of panties?” “Believe it or not, but I actually have a very well thought out indexing system. I sort by color, and then material, then extra details - lace, bows, that type of thing. I have about 200 boxes in my basement, spare bedroom and living room. That’s another thing they have above figurines: they’re much easier to store.” “Now that you have the record, do you plan on taking a step back, and perhaps focusing your efforts on something else?” “Actually, I think I want to get into collecting brassieres now.” “Let me guess - 35,685?” “I’m not sure yet. We’ll see.” “One final question for you Tim, and I hope you don’t mind being psychoanalyzed - what’s your relationship like with your mother?” He shakes his head. “Ugh, where to begin?”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 36>>“Adult video company, “Breasts? They’re Grrrreat!”, recently applied for a new patent. The design is for a new type of advertisement that will be unskippable until the viewer correctly guesses the bra size of the model in the ad. “Breasts? They’re Grrrreat!”’s parent company, Juicy Honkers, responded to backlash, claiming it will better educate men about brassiere sizing. Many people online are concerned that the format’s implementation will set a dangerous precedent. Fire At Will, an adult video company specializing in the production of gay bukkake videos, followed suit in applying for a very similar patent. Rather than guess the model’s breast size, viewers would have to correctly speculate how many of the stars in the video have home insurance.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 37>>“Perfume brand Eau Dor recently released a selection of perfume for both men and women, in a preemptive celebration of Valentine’s Day. No eyebrows were raised at the scents “Love You More”, and “Blossoming Romance”, but people were left baffled at some of the other smells, such as “Golden Show-er” and “Sweety Balls”. Despite concerns over their names, few people have taken issue with the scents, with most people claiming they are “surprisingly pleasant”.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 38>>"Animated film studio Plixer released a trailer for a new film yesterday. The film, titled “In The Closet”, reveals the secret life clothing leads when you’re away. The anthropomorphized items have clubs, families, and even jobs. The plot will follow a pair of socks that are in love. When one of them gets thrown away, which the clothes understand to be something comparable to going to heaven, they’re separated, and have to find their way back to each other. The discarded sock, voiced by Vanessa Hermantide, attempts to escape the landfill she ends up at, and must outrun the zombie-like laddered pantyhose and cultish zipperless jeans. Meanwhile, the male lead, played by Michael Porter, must deal with his new arranged marriage. The film is said to discuss themes of love, religion, and even materialism, in a child friendly way."\ \ <<elseif $Day is 39>>“Singer/songwriter Millie Flowers generated panic when she shared that her iconic, custom made Catwalk bag had disappeared recently, only to discover it was around her shoulder the whole time.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 40>>An adult film star has set a new world record for the longest “jerk off instruction video”. Rebecca “Granulated Sugar Tits” Ordall released the 54 hour long video late last week, and has a BangBangHotties rating of 87%. The instructional video begins as expected, with a 30 minute guide on how the user should pleasure themself. That’s followed by a lengthy 2 hours of “post orgasm care”, where Ordall comforts the listener, and reminds them of the importance of drinking water. The rest of the video comprises her cooking dinner, whilst scolding the viewer for already being horny again, sleeping, showering, going to the DMV, and playing bingo. Despite the length of the video, Ordall boasted about her viewer retention rate, which she claims was almost double what she expected. “ “I think some guys really appreciated the whole “girlfriend experience” thing.” “Ordall shared plans on FlashChat last night to release a website titled “Long Distance Babes”, where she plans on uploading similar videos in the future.”\ \ \ \ <<elseif $Day is 43>>“The Mud Wrestling Federation, a female-only sports company, is restructuring its leadership after 39 of their contracted fighters went on strike. The strikers, who have quickly formed a union named Mud Fighters for Equal Rights, or MFER for short, have made several complaints about the MWF. They claim they had improper training, and that the referees had not all passed the Mud Fighting Referee exam. They also claim that the promised stock opportunities in the company opportunities had not materialized, despite MWF owner Gary “Slippy Balls” Krevitz ranking in Forbes’ top 100 last year.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 44>>“Former olympic surfer Mary Idra, whose famous stunts included applying a full face of makeup and costume changes whilst on her board, revealed a new patent for a surfboard that was an entire mirror on both sides. She claims it would help “check her appearance” while on the waves. Critics on social media are pointing out the perceived hilarity of the move, especially considering Idra’s tendency to wear skirts while surfing.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 45>>"Following the recent trend of female-led remakes, film studio Liontales is reportedly negotiating the rights to make a new version of Gladiator, featuring an all female cast. While critics pointed out the historical inaccuracy that presented, Liontales president Hiroshi Aiuchi defended the move, citing the inaccuracies many “based on historical events” films knowingly write in. Aiuchi also discussed his desire to empower women through making their armor in the film more “body positive”. Since taking over as the president of Liontales, Aiuchi has led the company in making more films featuring women, such as “Chicks VS Mutant Space Squids”, and last year’s “Nearly Naked Night Ninjas”."\ \ <<elseif $Day is 46>>“Several stores are refunding shoppers who bought their mystery bags, meant to contain assorted lipsticks, polishes, and other cosmetics, after they were flooded with complaints over their “inappropriate names”. One woman shared a picture online of the lipstick she received, titled “Hankering For Cock”, whilst another picture reached trending status on Flashchat. The image shows a bottle of off-white nail polish, marked with the words “Cum Drunk”. The original poster expressed her outrage after giving the mystery bag to her elderly mother as a present, though she also mentioned her mother found it “hilarious.” The distributor and manufacturer of the mystery bags, “Cocky Cosmetics”, has yet to make a statement.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 47>>“Progressive rock band Gold Orphan released a new single yesterday. They claim it is so long that it is impossible to listen to in a single life time. Due to the magnitude of the track, it is impossible to store it on physical media, and so can only be streamed digitally. Its listing on the music streaming site, Audify, displays the word “error” where it should show the track’s length. Gold Orphan shared online that they were incredibly proud of the song, and that it is “probably in our top 5 personal favorites.” The track is entitled “Dinner With The In-Laws.””\ \ \ \ <<elseif $Day is 50>>“The FBI is cutting its “preschool to bullpen” scheme after a toddler edited the organization’s “Top Ten Most Wanted List”. For a brief moment on Sunday afternoon, the list instead read: “Number 10: Milk.” “Number 9: Space ship.” “Number 8: Small dog.” “Number 7: Big dog.” “Number 6: More playtime.” “Number 5: Scarlet Johansson.” “Number 4: Chocolate milk.” “Number 3: World peace.” “Number 2: 3 more Saturdays.” “Number 1: Double double chocolate chip cookies.” Whilst the FBI has not detailed which toddler made the edit, our sources are telling us that they’re proud of the toddler for their great spelling.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 51>>“An adult store was forced to change its name following a lawsuit last month. A certain toy company took issue with their name, “Toys In Us.” Reports indicate they’re considering new names, including “Walheart”.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 52>>"A new trend has emerged amongst young women. “Marking” involves subtly spraying a married man with perfume when out in public. The aim is to have the man’s wife think he’s cheating on her upon his return home. Many males are calling out the behavior online, deeming it “hurtful” and “unfunny.” Other men are striking out against it in a more aggressive way. “Gifting”, as it has been named, involves the practice of sending flowers to a married woman’s home, with a note saying “from your secret lover.” These home-wrecking antics have caused many arguments already. Meanwhile, gay couples online have joked that they will create their own trend, which some are calling “Euphemizing.” The act involves asking a man in a gay bar if they would like to “partake in a banana”, or “feast on my carrot”. Of course, the second man expects it to be a euphemism, but they’re always surprised when they’re actually shown a piece of fruit. And based on online like numbers, the whackier the euphemism, the better."\ \ <<elseif $Day is 53>>“Whilst the recent bout of snow was enjoyed by most of the city, it seemed to have destroyed a marriage after a man filed for divorce. He claims that during a passionate moment of love making, she asked if he would want to try snowballing afterwards, to which he eagerly agreed. Apparently, they have contrasting views of the meaning of “snowballing”.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 54>>“Popular TV show Storage Battles has halted production of their 19th season after a body was found in a purchased storage unit. Production company Wellgoes made a statement claiming that they purchase all the lockers in bulk, and don’t carry out inspections, and therefore cannot be held liable. Lacking any other suspects, police have detained Amanda Peters, a 68 year old who regularly appeared on the show, for owning the locker when the body was discovered.”\ \ \ \ <<elseif $Day is 57>>“The Mud Wrestling Federation, a female-only sports company, is restructuring its leadership after 39 of their contracted fighters went on strike. The strikers, who have quickly formed a union named Mud Fighters for Equal Rights, or MFER for short, have made several complaints about the MWF. They claim they had improper training, and that the referees had not all passed the Mud Fighting Referee exam. They also claim that the promised stock opportunities in the company opportunities had not materialized, despite MWF owner Gary “Slippy Balls” Krevitz ranking in Forbes’ top 100 last year.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 58>>“Comedian Bryan Forter might be changing his attitudes after his words came back to haunt him following a recent show. His set was described by attendants as “anti-feminist”, and “deeply misogynistic” by others. While plenty voiced their outrage online, a group of 4 women took a more hands on approach. After seducing him later in the night, he claims they forced him into a tiny dress, high heels, a blonde wig, and, quote, “enough makeup to make a pig pretty.” They proceeded to drag him around with them for the rest of the night, where they attended clubs and bars. Only once the sun was beginning to come up again, they let him go. Forter says it was the most humiliating experience of his life, and that he will never recover from his mortification. Meanwhile, the women, who are not known at this time, have been praised as “heroes” online.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 59>>"Film and television star Harry Hutley was captured by paparazzi yesterday returning home to his house. Always a fashion icon, his outfit gained attention, though not for the reasons he’d want. Donning skinny jeans that many commenters called “jeggings”, people have speculated that he was showing visible panty lines. While some did come to his defense, claiming it can happen with men’s underwear too, many are refuting that, instead claiming Hutley’s panty lines were in a distinct, bikini style, design. Hutley has yet to make a comment."\ \ <<elseif $Day is 60>>“Lakeside Cineplex, the largest cinema in the city, sparked controversy a week ago by announcing they would be showing Her Secret. The movie, which has been highly panned by critics since its release for its poor story, characters, and directing, was considered by many to be a “dressed-up porn film.” Despite the public blowback, Lakeside Cineplex have refused to cancel the plans to air it. It continues a questionable trend for them of showing movies featuring a heavy amount of sex and nudity. Curiously, since this shift of strategies, Lakeside Cineplex boasted a coincidental increase in ticket sales, and their gender split has gone from roughly 50/50, to 70/30, in favor of men.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 61>>“The Mud Wrestling Federation, a female-only sports company, is restructuring its leadership after 39 of their contracted fighters went on strike. The strikers, who have quickly formed a union named Mud Fighters for Equal Rights, or MFER for short, have made several complaints about the MWF. They claim they had improper training, and that the referees had not all passed the Mud Fighting Referee exam. They also claim that the promised stock opportunities in the company opportunities had not materialized, despite MWF owner Gary “Slippy Balls” Krevitz ranking in Forbes’ top 100 last year.” \ \ \ \ <<elseif $Day is 64>>“Downtown Laurel, an area which regularly ranks high in national crime charts, was the sight of a bank robbery last night, only, not the type of bank that residents have come to consider commonplace. A branch of Frozen Genes, one of the world’s biggest private companies for sperm storage, was actually the target. According to police reports, it was a single man endeavor, and they arrested the perpretor, Michael Lawrence, when he set off the building’s alarm. Lawrence, 42, vandalized the inside of the building, spray painting vitriolic words about the company, such as “*bleep* -guzzlers” and “scamming pieces of “*bleep*”. Lawrence’s wife, Linda, spoke to The Laurel Gazelle earlier today. While condemning her husband’s actions, she did give his reasonings for the burglary. Apparently, Michael Lawrence was “cheated” out of being their 1,000,00th millionth customer, a position which Frozen Genes had promised 50,000$ to. Linda Lawrence claims her husband took too long to prepare his specimen to save due to “poor quality” magazines they supplied him with. Apparently, that resulted in him being the company’s 1,000,001th customer. “It’s always taken him a while to do those kinds of things, but those nudie mags were 40 years old, and the models were still ancient”, Linda Lawrence said.””\ \ <<elseif $Day is 65>>“Whilst most are familiar with the heartwarming stories of dogs traveling several hundred miles to return home after being lost, a recent FlashChat post turns that story on its head. Apparently, the goldfish of 23 year old Abigail Teller traveled from the Sunshine State, all the way to California. Teller says she was simply on vacation to the west coast, when the goldfish appeared in her hotel room with its bowl. Teller asserts that her confidence on it being “Baby Midas” stems from the fish’s “iconic” red eyes, as well as its bowl containing a 1:470th scale model of the German Reichstag building. Photos of the fish show it to be in good health, though it is now brandishing a “Jets” tattoo, a gang from the musical West Side Story. Additionally, a sticker on fish reads “Name: Shark Destroyer.” Teller says she has “no clue” how the fish traveled across the country, though she says a similar incident occurred 6 months ago when she swears “Baby Midas” tried to push her into oncoming traffic for buying low calorie goldfish flakes.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 66>>"Harry Hutley, the Hollywood star, was captured by paparazzi last week with what appeared to be visible panty lines. After Hutley made a comment earlier today, the case is closed, though maybe it’s generated even more questions. When the matter was brought up in an interview yesterday, Hutley confirmed that he was in fact wearing bikini style panties. He claims it was to help get into the character of Lulu Lullaby, the fictional drag queen he is playing in a soon to be released film. When the interviewer brought up that they had already finished filming, Hutley appeared a little flustered, but said it would help in the interviews he was required to do."\ \ <<elseif $Day is 67>>“In local news, a man claims he was turned into a frog by a witch. Ryan Moler, a 21 year old, admitted he was trying to steal a package from the porch of Miss Kayley Greeter, a woman who lives alone. Moler claims Greeter caught him in the act, pulled out a wand from her coat, and turned him into a frog. Rather than needing a prince’s kiss to turn him human, Moler says he needed a hug from his sister, whom he had not spoken to in several years. Curiously, this isnot the first case of Miss Greeter being accused of witchcraft. Last year, a student who admitted to peeping through her window claimed that she turned him into an owl that needed to complete his late assignments in order to be human once more. A few months before that, a similarly aged man who was caught attempting to steal items from her washing line contended that she turned him into a clownfish. He said he was only turned human once he could cite pi to 50 digits. Moler has since apologized to Miss Greeter, who has agreed not to press charges.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 68>>An Italian couple, Francine and Marko Rossi, recently shared online that they had finally completed a 3 year challenge to have sex at each one of the new seven wonders of the world. In order, the couple did the act at the Chichen Itza, Petra, The Great Wall of China, Machu Picchu, the Taj Mahal, the Colosseum and Christ the Redeemer. Mr Rossi noted that the challenge was held up by his wife’s religious faith, though he finally managed to convince her by claiming that the act was not inherently sinful. Mr Rossi also stated that whilst on the Great Wall, they actually did the deed numerous times on the less populated areas, even experimenting with new positions, like *bleep* and *bleep*. When a user asked if they had any similar plans in the future, Rossi claimed that he’d love to do it in front of the capital building of every country in the European Union, especially before winter arrives.\ \ \ \ \ <<elseif $Day is 71>>“The Netherlands has become the first country to adopt “kick your boss in the nuts day”. Despite only making it a national celebration last week, worker morality in most sectors is up by between 5 to 30%. However, female dominated sectors, like nursery teachers and child minders, are largely unaffected. Several unions did protest the advent of the celebration, though disagreements ceased once the government said it was considering making the national day a weekly occurrence.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 72>>“Genie, a biomedical research company, released a new treatment for low sperm count last month. They claim that it doubles the users sperm count, accurate to the nearest 5 million. However, they do warn that the drug may also inflate the user’s testicles to the size of a modest grapefruit.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 73>>“Better watch out folks. There’s been recent reports of breakthroughs in the power of hypnosis online. Some viewers are claiming they stumbled upon hypnotic videos claiming to help them get over bad addictions. Well, they were over one addiction, but it was replaced with a new one. The same people are stating that they have a “strong desire to serve”, and are “desperately looking for the creators of the video”, so that they may show their appreciation. Don’t trust anything circular, and be wary of people who might take advantage of you.”\ \ <<elseif $Day is 74>>“I’d like to begin this broadcast by offering an apology. Yesterday, I caused quite the fright when I mentioned that hypnosis was being used for nefarious means. Well, you don’t have to worry, folks. I, Charlie Sleet, investigated the matter personally, and I can confidently say that there isnothing to be worried about. Feel free to look at all the hypnosis you want, because it poses zero, I repeat, zero, threat.”<</if>> Your attention returns to the table. <<if $WeekChores is 0 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $HannahR to $HannahR - 2, $WeekChores to 0>>"$name , I don’t know if you’re forgetting this, but I’m not your servant who’s going to clean up after every mess you make. When I heard we were going to live together, I knew I’d be doing most things, but I wouldn’t have agreed to it if I knew you were going to treat me like your mother. It’s time you started to show your step sister some appreciation and helped out with some chores.” The rest of the thankfully short breakfast is uncomfortably quiet, with neither you nor $Hannah caring to begin conversation. In the end, you’re thankful for the excuse of heading to school.\ <<elseif $WeekChores lt 4 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $HannahR to $HannahR - 1, $WeekChores to 0>>”$name , I understand you’re used to not having to be responsible for yourself, but it’s something you’ll need to adapt to, and soon. I’m sick of doing everything around here while you sit with your feet up. Stop being lazy and help me around the house.” The rest of the thankfully short breakfast is uncomfortably quiet, with neither you nor $Hannah caring to begin conversation. In the end, you’re thankful for the excuse of heading to school.\ <<elseif $WeekChores lt 6 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $HannahR to $HannahR - 1, $WeekChores to 0>>"$name , I know you’re quite busy with school and everything, but I would really appreciate it if you could pick up a brush every once in a while. There’s no shortage of things you could help me with." The rest of the breakfast is littered with small talk. $Hannah is obviously feeling bad for needing to rant at you, but considering your apathetic attitude towards chores, it’s certainly deserved. She wishes you a good day as you prepare for school.\ <<elseif $WeekChores gt 10 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $HannahR to $HannahR + 1, $I to $I + 10, $WeekChores to 0>>"$name , you've been an amazing housemate lately. It's like the moment I even think of something that needs doing, you jump on it - you're amazing!" She even gives you a hug. "Take this as a bonus!" She stuffs a few dollars into your hand. The rest of the breakfast is filled with small talk which $Hannah leads, obviously appreciative of your recent efforts to doing chores. She wishes you a good day as you prepare for school.\ <<elseif $WeekChores gt 5 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $WeekChores to 0>>"Thanks for helping out so much around the house - it means a lot." The rest of the breakfast is filled with small talk which $Hannah leads, obviously appreciative of your recent efforts to doing chores. She wishes you a good day as you prepare for school.\ <<elseif $Day3 isnot 1 and $Fem gt 37>>Once you're both sat down, the room is entirely silent, save for the scraping of cutlery against ceramic. $Hannah still has no idea what to think of what was exposed to her courtesy of $Ash . Maybe things will get better eventually, but at the moment, you're only hope is that some crazy scientist develops some memory erasing technology. Once you're done, you murmur a quiet "see you later", receiving no response.\ <<elseif $Day3 isnot 1 and $HannahR gt 3>>The breakfast period is filled with pleasant conversation, with both you and your step sister enjoying a laugh before the long day ahead. Once you say goodbye, she pulls you in for an embracing hug that surprisingly lasts a while. The sweet scent of her perfume helps to improve your mood as much as the good company.\ <<elseif $Day3 isnot 1 and $HannahR gt 1>>The breakfast period is filled with pleasant conversation, with both you and your step sister enjoying a laugh before the long day ahead. Once you say goodbye, she wishes you a good day, and you pay her the same courtesy. You have no expectation of having one yourself, but maybe she feels exactly the same.\ <<elseif $Day3 isnot 1 and $HannahR gt -1>>Breakfast is filled with small talk and idle chatter, but never breaches a topic worthy of note. It is, at least, a nice way to get prepared for a social day ahead, where the situation will be a lot more awkward than a morning convo with your step sister. When it’s time for you to say goodbye, you do so knowing it’ll be several hours before you can relax again.\ <<elseif $Day3 isnot 1 and $HannahR gt -2>>A breakfast time conversation with $Hannah comes surprisingly hard, but once it does, it’s annoying that it has to stop. When it is time for you to get ready for school, she bids you farewell. Shortly after, you can hear the noise of your conversation being replaced with $Hannah placing music on her phone.\ <<elseif $Day3 isnot 1 and $HannahR gt -4>>$Hannah turns on some music whilst you sit and eat. Though it is quiet enough to hold a conversation over it, any attempts at talking feel unnatural, and you get the impression your step sister would prefer to just hear some tunes anyway, based on her curt and uninspired responses. When you have to say goodbye, she almost makes a “shush” sound, before realizing it was you who wished her farewell.\ <<elseif $Day3 isnot 1 and $HannahR gt -6>>$Hannah is playing some loud music, and it’s almost a dare to try and talk over it. She doesn’t seem interested in much in the way of conversation. In fact, when you attempt to ask if work will have anything interesting happen today, she either doesn’t hear you, or chooses not to reply. That put down results in you not trying to make conversation again. Once it’s time for you to bid her farewell, you don’t even waste the energy. She wouldn’t care much if you did, and a routine “have a nice day” would be predictably hollow.\ <<elseif $Day3 isnot 1 and $HannahR lt -5>>$Hannah isn’t masking her contempt for you anymore. She has on a pair of headphones, playing music so loud you can recognize it yourself. Any attempts at making conversation are futile, so you don’t waste the effort. At one point during the meal, you witness her rather adorably bang her head to the beat of the song she’s listening to. The sight causes you to smile, but when she sees that perceived mockery, you receive a scowl, and a look of “what is wrong with you?” You’re thankful when you finish up and can leave.<</if>> [[Room 0<-Go to your room]]

<<set $JenTrueGlamor = ["If I looked like that, I wouldn’t need blush to have some red cheeks.", "I get so annoyed when a guy wears makeup. If it weren’t expected of me, I’d never touch the stuff.", "50$ says he thinks blue eyeshadow looks good.", "Drag queens are just normalized sissies. I don’t care what you say.", "I bet we have lipstick longer than his cock."]>>\ [[Mall<-Return to the mall]] <<if $JenLevel gt 5>>True Glamor might be the most woman populated store in the mall, and their feminine eyes suspiciously look at you in between the inspection of labels. "<<print $JenTrueGlamor.random()>>” You overhear one worker whisper to her colleague.\ <<elseif $Fem lt 20>>It quickly becomes clear that the only thing you have a use for in here is the razors.\ <<elseif $Fem lt 41 and $OutMakeup is 1>>Given your experience with makeup, having some to wear might be a worthwhile thing to ensure. Or not, it’s your life.\ <<elseif $Fem lt 41>>Between the multitude of makeup, nail polish, hair products, face masks, grooming accessories, hair dryers, straighteners, and enough jarred scents to make the city smell nice, there’s certainly something for you.\ <<elseif $Fem gt 49>>//I love makeup shopping! Maybe they have some new lip colors!//<</if>> [img[Images/Beauty Store.jpg]] 3 Pack of razors-5$ (You have $Razors razors) <<if $I gt 4>>[[True Glamor<-Buy pack of razors][$I to $I - 5, $Razors to $Razors + 3]]<<elseif $I lt 5>>You don't have enough money for the razors.<</if>> __Makeup__ Foundation-15$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You’re not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Foundation1 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[True Glamor<-Buy foundation][$I to $I - 15, $Foundation1 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Foundation1 is 1>>Your foundation still provides great coverage\ <<elseif $Foundation1 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for the foundation<</if>> Concealer-10$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You’re not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Concealer1 is 0 and $I gt 9>>[[True Glamor<-Buy concealer][$I to $I - 10, $Concealer1 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Concealer1 is 1>>Your concealer still covers blemishes perfectly\ <<elseif $Concealer1 is 0 and $I lt 10>>You don't have enough money for the concealer<</if>> Mascara-10$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You’re not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Mascara1 is 0 and $I gt 9>>[[True Glamor<-Buy mascara][$I to $I - 10, $Mascara1 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Mascara1 is 1>>Your mascara still leaves your eyelashes long and flirty\ <<elseif $Mascra1 is 0 and $I lt 9>>You don't have enough money for the mascara<</if>> Eyeliner-10$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You’re not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Eyeliner1 is 0 and $I gt 9>>[[True Glamor<-Buy eyeliner][$I to $I - 10, $Eyeliner1 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Eyeliner1 is 1>>Your eyeliner still highlights your eyes in it’s usual sultry manner\ <<elseif $Eyeliner1 is 0 and $I lt 9>>You don't have enough money for the eyeliner<</if>> Pink blush-15$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You’re not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Blush1 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[True Glamor<-Buy blush][$I to $I - 15, $Blush1 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Blush1 is 1>>Your blush still adds it’s cute color to your cheeks\ <<elseif $Blush1 is 0 and $I lt 14>>You don't have enough money for the blush<</if>> Red blush-15$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You’re not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Blush2 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[True Glamor<-Buy blush][$I to $I - 15, $Blush2 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Blush2 is 1>>Your blush still adds it’s sexy color to your cheeks\ <<elseif $Blush2 is 0 and $I lt 14>>You don't have enough money for the blush<</if>> __Makeup-Lipstick__ Pink lipstick-15$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You’re not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Lipstick2 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[True Glamor<-Buy pink lipstick][$I to $I - 15, $Lipstick2 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Lipstick2 is 1>>Your girly pink lipstick still looks and feels great\ <<elseif $Lipstick2 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for the pink lipstick<</if>> Red lipstick-15$ <<if $StoleLipstick is 1>>You already have some red lipstick, courtesy of your teacher<<elseif $Fem lt 27>>You’re not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Lipstick3 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[True Glamor<-Buy red lipstick][$I to $I - 15, $Lipstick3 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Lipstick3 is 1>>Your sexy red lipstick still looks and feels great\ <<elseif $Lipstick3 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for the red lipstick<</if>> Cherry-15$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You’re not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Lipstick4 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[True Glamor<-Buy cherry lipstick][$I to $I - 15, $Lipstick4 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Lipstick4 is 1>>Your sultry cherry lipstick still looks and feels great\ <<elseif $Lipstick4 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for the cherry lipstick<</if>> Orange-15$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You’re not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Lipstick5 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[True Glamor<-Buy orange lipstick][$I to $I - 15, $Lipstick5 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Lipstick5 is 1>>Your cute orange lipstick still looks and feels great\ <<elseif $Lipstick5 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for the orange lipstick<</if>> Purple-15$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You’re not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Lipstick6 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[True Glamor<-Buy purple lipstick][$I to $I - 15, $Lipstick6 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Lipstick6 is 1>>Your gothic lipstick still looks and feels great\ <<elseif $Lipstick6 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for the purple lipstick<</if>> Black-15$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You’re not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Lipstick7 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[True Glamor<-Buy black lipstick][$I to $I - 15, $Lipstick7 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Lipstick7 is 1>>Your emo lipstick still looks and feels great\ <<elseif $Lipstick7 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for the black lipstick<</if>> Nude lipstick-15$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You’re not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Lipstick1 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[True Glamor<-Buy nude lipstick][$I to $I - 15, $Lipstick1 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Lipstick1 is 1>>Your subtle shade of lipstick still looks and feels great\ <<elseif $Lipstick1 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for the nude lipstick<</if>> __Makeup-Eyeshadow__ Eyeshadow palette-20$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Eyeshadow1 is 0 and $I gt 19>>[[True Glamor<-Buy eye shadow palette][$I to $I - 20, $Eyeshadow1 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Eyeshadow1 is 1>>You already have this palette\ <<elseif $Eyeshadow1 is 0 and $I lt 20>>You don't have enough money for the this<</if>> __Nail polish__ Light pink nail polish-10$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $LightPinkNP is 0 and $I gt 9>>[[True Glamor<-Buy light pink nail polish][$I to $I - 10, $LightPinkNP to 1]]\ <<elseif $LightPinkNP is 1>>You already have a bottle of cute pink nail polish\ <<elseif $LightPinkNP is 0 and $I lt 10>>You don't have enough money for the this<</if>> Dark pink nail polish-10$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $DarkPinkNP is 0 and $I gt 9>>[[True Glamor<-Buy dark pink nail polish][$I to $I - 10, $DarkPinkNP to 1]]\ <<elseif $DarkPinkNP is 1>>You already have a bottle of cute pink nail polish\ <<elseif $DarkPinkNP is 0 and $I lt 10>>You don't have enough money for the this<</if>> Red nail polish-10$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $RedNP is 0 and $I gt 9>>[[True Glamor<-Buy red nail polish][$I to $I - 10, $RedNP to 1]]\ <<elseif $RedNP is 1>>You already have a bottle of slutty red nail polish\ <<elseif $ReNP is 0 and $I lt 10>>You don't have enough money for the this<</if>> Purple nail polish-10$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $PurpleNP is 0 and $I gt 9>>[[True Glamor<-Buy purple nail polish][$I to $I - 10, $PurpleNP to 1]]\ <<elseif $PurpleNP is 1>>You already have a bottle of this gothic nail polish\ <<elseif $PurpleNP is 0 and $I lt 10>>You don't have enough money for the this<</if>> Light blue nail polish-10$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $LightBlueNP is 0 and $I gt 9>>[[True Glamor<-Buy light blue nail polish][$I to $I - 10, $LightBlueNP to 1]]\ <<elseif $LightBlueNP is 1>>You already have a bottle of this bright nail polish\ <<elseif $LightBlueNP is 0 and $I lt 10>>You don't have enough money for the this<</if>> Dark blue nail polish-10$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $DarkBlueNP is 0 and $I gt 9>>[[True Glamor<-Buy dark blue nail polish][$I to $I - 10, $DarkBlueNP to 1]]\ <<elseif $DarkBlueNP is 1>>You already have a bottle of this navy number\ <<elseif $DarkBlueNP is 0 and $I lt 10>>You don't have enough money for the this<</if>> Dark green nail polish-10$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $DarkGreenNP is 0 and $I gt 9>>[[True Glamor<-Buy dark green nail polish][$I to $I - 10, $DarkGreenNP to 1]]\ <<elseif $DarkGreenNP is 1>>You already have a bottle of this classy shade\ <<elseif $DarkGreenNP is 0 and $I lt 10>>You don't have enough money for the this<</if>> Cyan nail polish-10$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $CyanNP is 0 and $I gt 9>>[[True Glamor<-Buy cyan nail polish][$I to $I - 10, $CyanNP to 1]]\ <<elseif $CyanNP is 1>>You already have a bottle of this cool bottle of nail polish\ <<elseif $CyanNP is 0 and $I lt 10>>You don't have enough money for the this<</if>> Gray nail polish-10$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $GrayNP is 0 and $I gt 9>>[[True Glamor<-Buy gray nail polish][$I to $I - 10, $GrayNP to 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayNP is 1>>You already have a bottle of this simple shade\ <<elseif $GrayNP is 0 and $I lt 10>>You don't have enough money for the this<</if>> Black nail polish-10$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $BlackNP is 0 and $I gt 9>>[[True Glamor<-Buy black nail polish][$I to $I - 10, $BlackNP to 1]]\ <<elseif $BlackNP is 1>>You already have a bottle of this staple of fashion\ <<elseif $BlackNP is 0 and $I lt 10>>You don't have enough money for the this<</if>> Nude nail polish-10$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $NudeNP is 0 and $I gt 9>>[[True Glamor<-Buy nude nail polish][$I to $I - 10, $NudeNP to 1]]\ <<elseif $NudeNP is 1>>You already have a bottle of this subtle shade\ <<elseif $NudeNP is 0 and $I lt 10>>You don't have enough money for the this<</if>> Nail polish remover-10$ <<if $Fem lt 27>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $NailPolishRemover is 0 and $I gt 9>>[[True Glamor<-Buy nail polish remover][$I to $I - 10, $NailPolishRemover to 1]]\ <<elseif $NailPolishRemover is 1>>You already have a bottle of nail polish remover\ <<elseif $NailPolishRemover is 0 and $I lt 10>>You don't have enough money for the this<</if>>

<<set $G1 = ["melons", "pears", "apples", "bananas", "pineapples", "dateless raisins", "oranges", "watermelons"]>>\ <<set $G2 = ["Richotta", "Belle’s Brie", "Fromage O’dor", "Creamster’s cheese", "Captain Cheddar’s Orange Surprise", "Parmesandwich", "Goodfellow’s Greatest Gouda", "holeless swiss cheese", "Monterey Wack", "Monster", "Finest Feta", "Mr Goat’s Cheese"]>>\ <<set $G3 = ["bread", "milk", "yoghurt", "eggs"]>>\ <<set $G4 = ["Prosperous Charms", "Happy O’s", "Nuts ‘N Bolts", "Sugar Huffs", "Special J", "Raisn Fans’ Raisin Bran", "WheetaFix", "Nautical Digestives", "Scuba Snax", "Crispl Animals"]>>\ <<set $G5 = ["shampoo. Whilst the men’s shampoo you’re most familiar with always bragged about being 2 in 1, the women’s can barely compare, practically speaking. Some of them boast about being “0.5 in 1”, and require supplementary products in order to work.", "shaving gel. Along the way, you notice some of the weird marketing and gimmicks most of them offer, like Invisigel, which boasts about being completely odorless and transparent, and Scream Shaver, which claims that a razor pressed against skin lubricated with its product will produce a sound not dissimilar to a scream.", "tampons. Ignoring the goofy ones, like those with randomly colored insides, you instead select the plain Jane variety.", "period pads. Whilst the marketing genius of whoever engineered some of these is clearly on display, with crazy ideas like pads with dad jokes written inside, or a bullseye to help you aim at the center, you instead opt for a box of ‘normal’ ones, whatever ‘normal’ is anymore, anyway.", "anti persperant. It’s impossible to not marvel at some of the scents on offer, like the brand Farmer’s Wife, which strictly sells scents you’d associate with a farm, such as ‘Freshly Cleaned Pig Trough’, and ‘Autumn Harvest’.", "soap. One brand in particular catches your eye - Builder’s Cleanse. Apparently the brand has had success marketing themself as a soap company for men. Rather than leaving hands feeling soft and luxurious like a spa day, Builder’s Cleanse leave your palms and fingers feeling rough like a day of manual labor.", "feminine hygiene spray. Incredibly, not only did some marketing mad mind create sex-themed scents, but they’re on sale at the supermarket! Spritz and Giggles, the brand in question, engineered such wonders as ‘Post Coidal Ciggies’, and ‘Chilly Heatwave’, which seems to be oriented to sadists.", "toothpaste. While you’ve no need for it, it’s certainly interesting to stand back and remark at the kinds of children’s toothpaste there are. Apparently, kids must really hate brushing their teeth, as AquaClean invented the flavors ‘Pizza Time’, ‘Nachos and Dip’, and who could forget, ‘Ice Cream Sundae’."]>>\ <<set $G6 = ["Fantazeal", "Citrus Blast", "dragon fruit squash", "durian concentrate", "Iron Stomach", "Cocolastic", "9 Up", "Tango of Mango", "Passionate Fruit", "Dr Chills"]>>\ <<set $G7 = ["Jenny’s Gin Liqueur", "Wineyard Wine", "Jus De Luxure", "Rum For Your Life", "Haunted Spirits", "Golden Surprise champagne", "V.O.D.K.A", "Second Wind whiskey"]>>\ <<set $G8 = ["candles. Along the way, you also spot a mad creation of science. One brand claims that instead of having an orange flame, their candles have a white flicker. However, they also warn that the container the candle in is prone to melting, and so too might your house.", "pens. Apparently Bic is behind on the trends of the market, as one of the more popular styles are ‘bite deterrents’. These genius pens have lids that don’t just taste of plastic, but of such flavors as ‘overdue garbage’, or ‘train station urinal’.", "air freshener. Some of the scents, however, are sheer madness. One cool brand offers an experience of ‘Lunar Spring’, and ‘Artic Summer’. Other companies gimmick the bottles in other ways, like altering the can to resemble something an attractive model. One line even offers canisters that make noises when used. The section of women’s moans are sadly sold out.", "coasters. Whist the plain ones suffice for your needs, some people ostensibly are buying ‘e-coasters’. Apparently, they can detect what drink is on them, and then give you a percentage of the drink left, what your blood alcohol content currently is, and even offer suggestions of mixers.", "batteries. Nevermind AA or AAA, most of the batteries on offer have wildly unique varieties, such as ones that glow based on the current level of charge. A ‘happy’ battery glistens in green, but a low-life, ‘angry’ battery is an almost frightening neon red. Another line purports to be charged just by the positive thoughts of the user, though the packaging also claims that negativity can drain their life."]>>\ <<set $WeekChores to $WeekChores + 1, $C2 to 3>>\ <<if $MembershipCard is 0>><<set $I to $I + 10>><<else>><<set $I to $I + 20>><</if>>\ [img[Images/Groceries.jpg]] <<if $Home is 0 and $Day lt 15>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. Wandering around the giant shop, you get lost multiple times. Not only are you not used to getting the groceries, you are also not used to this supermarket.\ <<elseif $Home is 0>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. You're used to the layout of the store by now, and manage to do your shop much more efficiently.\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>><<set $H to $H + 2>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. [img[Images/Maid WalkG.gif]] Miss $Gray ‘s demands for groceries are much more specific than what $Hannah usually asks for. She would normally settle for anything close to what she asked for. But your teacher is very particular in her requests. Diet this, extra low fat that. And don’t even think of getting the same item from a different company from the one that is listed. She would chew you apart like the dragon fruit bubble gum she asked for.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. $Ash ‘s requests aren’t too different from what you’re used to getting, though you swear you never see her eating anything of the things she asks for, so maybe she just wants to keep you busy. There are some specific things that she won’t accept alternatives for, however. Her insistence on soy milk is an interesting one. She constantly reminds you to get women’s shampoo for both of you, since she would throw anything masculine scented out.\ <<elseif $Home is 5 or $Home is 6>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. $Jen ‘s shopping list is surprisingly barren. Not objectively, mind you, but relative to her abode, and to her means. She has no requests that strike you as excessive, though that is the very thing you’ve come to expect from her.<</if>><<if $ChoresPunish gt 2>> The cuffs wrapped around your ankles similarly make you spend much more time doing your tedious chore. While wearing such a humiliating item does add to your blushing cheeks, it’s not a whole lot on top of the tiny maid outfit you’re forced to wear, though the tiny strides the chain forces you to make ensure you have to suffer some certain people’s judging gaze much longer.<</if>> \ \ \ The trip goes innocently enough. First, the shopping list demands <<print $G1.random()>> from the fruit aisle, as well as some <<print $G3.random()>> nearby. For cheese, you need the brand <<print $G2.random()>> , and for a sweet morning treat, the cereal <<print $G4.random()>>. After that, you need to head down the toiletries aisle for some <<print $G5.random()>>. For drinks, you need a soda, and so opt for <<print $G6.random()>>. But for something a little nicer, a little more stress relieving, and whole lot more expensive, the alcoholic brand <<print $G7.random()>> <<if $ChoresPunish gt 9>><<set $S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1>>After having to wear the nipple clamps for so long, some alcohol might be nice for yourself, to quell the indelible pain.<</if>> Finally, for something a little more general for the sake of the house, you need some <<print $G8.random()>>. <<if $CanvasBags is 0 and $Home is 0 or $CanvasBags is 0 and $Home is 1 or $CanvasBags is 0 and $Home is 2>><<set $S to $S + 1>>Using the money that $Hannah and Miss $Gray left for you, you pay and head back home, your hands full of paper bags that painfully dig into your palms.\ <<elseif $CanvasBags is 1 and $Home is 0 or $CanvasBags is 1 and $Home is 1 or $CanvasBags is 1 and $Home is 2>>Using the money that $Hannah left for you, you pay and head back home. Fortunately, the bags that you are using are quite comfortable, and promise not to rip.\ <<elseif $CanvasBags is 0 and $Home is 3 or $CanvasBags is 0 and $Home is 4>><<set $S to $S + 1>>Using the money that $Ash left for you, you pay and head back home, your hands full of paper bags that painfully dig into your palms.\ <<elseif $CanvasBags is 1 and $Home is 3 or $CanvasBags is 1 and $Home is 4>>Using the money that $Ash left for you, you pay and head back home. Fortunately, the bags that you are using are quite comfortable, and promise not to rip.\ <<elseif $CanvasBags is 0 and $Home gte 5 and $Home lte 6>><<set $S to $S + 1>>Using the money that $Jen left for you, you pay and head back home, your hands full of paper bags that painfully dig into your palms.\ <<elseif $CanvasBags is 1 and $Home gte 5 and $Home lte 6>>Using the money that $Jen left for you, you pay and head back home. Fortunately, the bags that you are using are quite comfortable, and promise not to rip.<</if>> <<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return][$H to $H + 2]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2 and $ChoresPunish gt 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return]][$H to $H + 4]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return][$H to $H + 3]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return][$H to $H + 2]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return][$H to $H + 2]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 12>>\ It’s 12am - lunchtime - would should mean a chance to relax, eat, and socialize with friends. Sadly, it’s not going to be convenient to do any one of them. Four lessons in, you’ve yet to have a conversation with any other student past mandatory group work. Naturally, they were hardly fruitful conversations anyway. Eating is doable, but is best done at a table, and the only tables for eating which you’ve seen are in heavily crowded areas. That’s a level of public exposure you’re not ready for yet. Standing outside your last classroom, the corridors quickly fill with life. Just as swiftly, it’s drained. There are a couple of stragglers talking, using lockers, or ponderously walking side by side, more interested in chatting with each other. There are 3 girls nearby. They don’t seem to have clocked you, and from what you can hear, they seem quite nice. Their interests seem to line up with your own, and you can already relate to their complaints about the school layout and timetabling. You consider approaching them, but the moment they do spot you, they start giggling, and head in another direction. Dejected, you notice a door labeled “changing room”. Lacking any friends, you shrug your shoulders and check it out. On the first day, it should be empty, and it might offer a place to eat in peace. [[1-1 Locker room<-Check out the locker room]]

<<set $AskForScrewdriver to 1>>\ You enter the changing room, and are glad to see that it is entirely empty. Not only is it empty, it is incredibly clean. Judging by the scent, it must have had a very deep clean over the break. [img[Images/Locker room.jpg]] The walls are lined with wooden benches, and there’s a shower area on the other side of the room. There’s also a large closed door. Opening the door, it reveals itself to be a storage closet, filled with work out equipment, gym clothes and other sports gear. //This room doesn't look like it has been cleaned. Surely that means it isn't used// A plan suddenly forms in your head. If you could sneak into the closet when girls are changing, you would have a great view. You try to align yourself with the keyhole, though annoyingly, you are not able to see through to the other side. However, you figure with a pointed item, maybe like a screwdriver, you could easily make a hole in the door to see through. You also figure that you could probably plant a small camera under one of the benches to get a hot video of the girls changing. You could also cover the camera partially with clothes from the closet to make it less obvious. This bold plan instantly causes you to gain an erection. Whichever path you decide to choose, if at all, you will have to wait until there’s a sports club after school so that you have time to sneak in. You look to one of the walls to see a message board filled with flyers promoting both the school's own and local sports activities. You see a timetable and learn that there is only one after school activity taking place this week: ballet, on Friday. With you going to Morton on Monday, this is your only chance. You then head out, inspired by your debauched plan. [[1-1f Lesson<-Go to your next lesson]]

<<set $H to 14>>\ [img[Images/Science.jpg]] Your next lesson is science. Your are pleasanly surprised to meet your teacher, Mr Hawt. It is nice to see that you're not the only male in the building, even if you are the only one enrolled as a student. He is a nice, youthful man, and you wouldn't be surprised if the girls had a crush on him. You soon stop paying attention, and before you know it, the day is over. [[1-f<-Finish the day]]

<<set $Var to 0>>\ <<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return]]<</if>> [img[Images/R - Computer.jpg]] <<if $ChoresPunish gt 3>>==Watch anime== Watch cleaning videos :<<else>>Watch anime:<</if>> <<if $ChoresPunish gt 3 and $H lt 23>>[[Cleaning videos<-1 hour][$S to $S - 1, $H to $H + 1]]<<elseif $H lt 23>>[[Anime<-1 hour][$AnimeTime to 1]]<<else>>It's too late to do that<</if>>\ - <<if $ChoresPunish gt 3 and $H lt 22>>[[Cleaning videos<-2 hour][$S to $S - 1, $H to $H + 1]]<<elseif $H lt 22>>[[Anime<-2 hours][$AnimeTime to 2]]<<else>>It's too late for that<</if>>\ - <<if $ChoresPunish gt 3 and $H lt 21>>[[Cleaning videos<-3 hours][$S to $S - 3, $H to $H + 3]]<<elseif $H lt 21>>[[Anime<-3 hours][$AnimeTime to 3]]<<else>>It's too late to do that<</if>> <<if $GameStation is 0>>??????<<else>>Game station :<</if>> <<if $H lt 23 and $GameStation is 1>>[[Game station<-1 hour][$AnimeTime to 1]] - <<elseif $GameStation is 1>>It's too late to do that - <</if>>\ <<if $H lt 22 and $GameStation is 1>>[[Game station<-2 hours][$AnimeTime to 2]] - <<elseif $GameStation is 1>>It's too late to do that - <</if>>\ <<if $H lt 21 and $GameStation is 1>>[[Game station<-3 hours][$AnimeTime to 3]]<<elseif $GameStation is 1>>It's too late to do that<</if>> \ <<if $H gt 22>>It's too late for that<<elseif $ChoresPunish gt 1>>[[Porn No<-Watch porn]]<<else>>[[Porn<-Watch porn]]<</if>> \ [[Journal]]<<if $SC gt 0 and $SCFinal lt 2>> - [[School Council log]]<</if>><<if $House gte 7>> - [[Wedding log]]<</if>> \ [[Flashchat]] <<if $HAlert is 1 or $AshAlert is 1 or $JenAlert is 1 or $AlexAlert is 1>>- You have a new message!<</if>> \ [[Edit names]] <<if $LookUpSissy is 1>>[[Look up sissy<-Research "sissies"]] <</if>>\ <<if $EscapeChastity is 2 and $H lt 21>>[[Escape Chastity 2<-Search for 3D printers]]<<elseif $EscapeChastity is 2 and $H gt 20>>It's too late to search for 3D printers<<elseif $EscapeChastity is 4 and $H lt 21>>[[Escape Chastity 4a<-Order a duplicate key]]<<elseif $EscapeChastity is 4 and $H gt 20>>It's too late to search for a duplicate key<<elseif $EscapeChastity is 7 and $H lt 21>>[[Escape Chastity 6<-Investiagate the missing key]]<<elseif $EscapeChastity is 7 and $H gt 20>>It's too late to investigate the missing chastity key<<elseif $EscapeChastity is 8 and $H lt 21>>[[Escape Chastity 7<-Plan a robbery]]<<elseif $EscapeChastity is 8 and $H gt 20>>It's too late to do that<</if>> <<if $Fem gt 31 and $Voice lt 21 and $VoiceTrained is 0 and $Fem lt 39>>[[Voice<-Practice voice]] <</if>>\ <<if $Fem gt 32 and $Code is 0 and $Fem lt 41 and $S lt 10>> [[Dial<-Crack the chastity code]]<</if>>\ <<if $HomeworkHelp1 is 1 and $H lt 23>> [[HH1<-Complete classmate's homework]]<</if>>\ <<if $HypnoS gt 0 and $HypnoS lt 10 and $H lt 23>> [[Hypno Book<-Study hypnosis]]<</if>>\ __Stats__ Times came: $TimesCum Times edged: $TimesEdged <<if $SpatOn gt 0>>Times spat on: $SpatOn <<else>>???<</if>> <<if $TimesSpanked gt 0>>Times spanked: $TimesSpanked <<else>>???<</if>> __Skills__ <<if $Cooking gt 0>>Cooking: $Cooking <<else>>???<</if>> <<if $Weeb gt 0>>Weeb: $Weeb <<else>>???<</if>> <<if $Shaving gt 0>>Shaving: $Shaving <<else>>???<</if>> <<if $Fem gt 32>>Feminine voice: $Voice <<else>>???<</if>> <<if $HeelsS gt 1>>Walking in heels: $HeelsS <<else>>???<</if>> <<if $FootFetish gt 0>>Foot fetish: $FootFetish <<else>>???<</if>> <<if $HandS gt 0>>Hand job: $HandS <<else>>???<</if>> <<if $SuckS gt 0>>Dick sucking: $SuckS <<else>>???<</if>> <<if $CumS gt 0>>Cum lover: $CumS <<else>>???<</if>> <<if $AnalS gt 0>>Anal whore: $AnalS <<else>>???<</if>> <<if $FPissS gt 0>>Piss slut: $FPissS <<else>>???<</if>>

You’re out of the classroom door, and heading to your next scheduled lesson, when a loud voice cuts across the crowd, getting your attention.. "Hey, $name !" //That's certainly not Miss $Gray // Turning your head over your shoulder, you spot the girl who sat beside you, dashing in your direction. "Wait up." She murmurs, slightly out of breath. "Do you want to do something at lunch?" //Come again?// "Uh…yeah, sure." You’re certain your face doesn’t hide a modicum of surprise. "Awesome. I'll meet you outside Miss $Gray 's classroom at 12." "Cool, I'll see you then!" Your eagerness could probably set off a breathalyzer. “Great!” She replies, a wide smile across her face. “By the way, my name’s $Ash .” "Nice to meet you. My name's $name ." "Yeah, I know, remember?" She giggles, recalling not 30 seconds ago when she yelled your name. Every girl in your class could remember your name anyway, thanks to how Miss $Gray singled you out yesterday. //She seems nice// //Pretty hot, too// [[1-2c<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 12>>\ The day trudges on, with little on your mind other than the sexy women around you, and the one sexy woman who’s interested enough to want to meet you at lunch. Though, you can’t think what’d she see in you. If she even payed the slightest amount of attention yesterday, she would have noticed you ogling every woman in the class, her included. Part of you hoped that in coming to Farrix you’d find yourself at the center of a harem. It was a vain dream, sure, but it made for a decent fantasy. It seems that only one woman is interested in you in such a way, and even then, you’re getting ahead of yourself. She asked to get lunch together, not have your babies. “Hey!” She beckons you over, noticing your nervous approach. “Hey.” “I figured we could ask Miss $Gray if we can eat with her since we’re right outside her room.” “Uh…” Her indifferent expression breaks into a riotous laughter. “I’m kidding.” “Oh.” You join in the laughter, though if she were party to your conversation yesterday, she might think it a little cruel. “So where should we go to eat?” She shrugs her shoulders. “Well, there’s not a lot of places that are quiet inside; the cafeteria is too busy. Do you have any ideas?” [[1-2e<-Suggest going outside][$Var to 1]] [[1-2e<-Suggest the locker room][$Var to 2]]

<<if $Var is 1>>"The weather’s nice." You suggest, though primarily you’d prefer to go outside because of how quiet it will be. Not necessarily in terms of noise, but in terms of how few students there will be to mock you. “Outside it is.” She agrees without complaint. There’s no benches or the like that’s not taken already. $Ash leads the way in sitting down on the grass. That’s not a problem for you, of course, but it provides a decent chance of looking up her skirt. You two sit facing one another, cross-legged. With the shortness of her skirt, you can almost get a good view so far up her legs that you can nearly make out the holy triangle of upskirt shots, but you don’t want to be overt about it, so force yourself to keep eye contact instead. "So what's it like being the only boy at Farrix?" “...nice.” You reply, unsure what to say that isn’t an admission of perversion. “I’m not sure what to think of Miss $Gray - she seems to have it out for me.” “Miss $Gray .” $Ash laughs. “She’s an interesting one, alright.” “Really? What do you know about her?” “Oh, nothing much. But I do get the impression she’s the type of teacher you’re better off leaving alone. I’d avoid her as much as you can. Still, it has to be better than going to Morton, doesn’t it?” Morton - the boy’s school you were supposed to go to, and will go to, after this mixup is resolved. “Being surrounded by girls can’t be all bad.” Glancing back down, you could swear her legs have opened a little wider since you last peeked. “It has its perks.” $Ash looks off in the distance, leaving her oblivious to any further glances downwards - at least for a moment. You can risk another check to see her panties - but she might catch you. [[1-2 Good<-Look at her panties]] [[1-2 Bad<-Ignore your desires]]\ \ \ \ <<else>>“I know of a spot that should be quiet. It’s one of the locker rooms - it was empty yesterday.” “Lead on.” She waves a hand, encouraging you to lead the way. “So you just…walked into the locker room? That’s a little risky for you, isn’t it?” //Maybe I shouldn’t have suggested this.// “The door was open.” //It wasn’t.// “I could see no one was in there.” “Are you not expected to do sports while you’re at Farrix?” “There was a note on my timetable. I’ll be exempt from it while I’m here.” “Shame. I’m sure you’d look great in a lycra bodysuit.” She teases. “I’m not convinced. Is that really the sports uniform?” She nods her head, a small act that fills you with a million more sensual thoughts. "So what's it like being the only boy at Farrix?" “...nice.” You reply, unsure what to say that isn’t an admission of perversion. “I’m not sure what to think of Miss $Gray - she seems to have it out for me.” “Miss $Gray .” $Ash laughs. “She’s an interesting one, alright.” “Really? What do you know about her?” “Oh, nothing much. But I do get the impression she’s the type of teacher you’re better off leaving alone. I’d avoid her as much as you can. Still, it has to be better than going to Morton, doesn’t it?” Morton - the boy’s school you were supposed to go to, and will go to, after this mixup is resolved. “Being surrounded by girls can’t be all bad. I swear my //ex// boyfriend would have needed a gun put to his head in order to be here for a couple hours, nevermind a day.” She sighs. “There’s something so attractive about a person with confidence.” //I suppose that’s something I’ve got going for me - though I don’t have a lot of choice.// “Ex boyfriend? Was this recent?” “A month or so ago. It’s a shame, really. Some guys can have such a fragile sense of masculinity. What about you? Do you think you’re quite masculine?” While you’re certainly not jock material, saying no probably wouldn’t be the preferred response by most women. [[1-2 Good<-Admit you can be feminine]] [[1-2 Bad<-Affirm your masculinity]]<</if>>

<<set $AshR to 0>>\ [[1-2f Ash Name<-Continue]]

<<set $AshR to 1>>\ <<if $Var is 1>>[img[Images/1-2 Upskirt.jpg]] //Oh my god, I can see it! This is only my 2nd day here, and I’ve already seen a girl’s panties!// You memorize details as best you can, committing it memory for future purposes of masturbation. In this moment, you understand anime protagonists' obsession with such a thing. Still, they’re not just slightly visible - they’re down right exposed. //Aren’t girls supposed to be aware of this type of thing?// In your peripheral vision, you spy $Ash ‘s turning back around, so you make out like you weren’t just being a complete pervert. “Are you alright? You seem a little flustered.” “Flustered? I’m fine - just enjoying the weather.” You laugh unconvincingly. “Are you sure? The wind normally doesn’t make people blush.” “Uh…allergies, you know?” “Oh, totally! We can go inside if you’d prefer.” “No!” You blurt out. Not only would you like another chance to see up her skirt, standing up might emphasize a certain bulge in your pants. “It’s fine.” “If you’re sure. I just hope what you’re seeing out here is worth it.” //Wha…what’s that supposed to mean.//\ \ \ <<elseif $Var is 2>><<set $Day2Fem to 1>>She smiles with a sexy grin. "I find it so hot when a man isn't afraid to be feminine." She rests on the words for a moment before continuing. “It’s a good thing for you, too, given that you’re coming here.” “Well, only for a week.” “Right. Only for a week.” “So what was it your boyfriend did that annoyed you? Masculinity wise?” “Oh, you know.” She waves her hand. “He couldn’t take a couple of my jokes or suggestions. Some guys, am I right?” “I can already imagine that’s what most people at Morton are going to be like.” “Probably” she huffs. <</if>> The lunch period, unfortunately, concludes, meaning you have to bid your new friend, if it’s not to earlier to call her that, adieu. [[1-2f Ash Name<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 14>>\ [img[Images/Maths.jpg]] You meet your math teacher, Mr Vils, and it is again pleasant to be around somebody with masculine energy. There’s almost an unspoken understanding between you two that he should go easier on you out of pity. That, or his unmistakably strong cologne is affecting your sinuses more than you thought. The math itself doesn’t clasp your interest with a firm enough grip for you to pay attention for more than 90 seconds, and you return to the regularly visited realm of dreamland, bolstered by fantasies of the many girls around you. [[1-f<-Finish school]]

<<if $S lt 0>><<set $S to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $L lt 0>><<set $L to 0>><</if>>\ <<set $Var to random(1, 7)>>\ <<if $Candles is 1 and $AnimeTime is 1 and $AnimeRandom is 1>><<set $L to $L - 1>><</if>> <<if $Candles is 1 and $AnimeTime is 2 and $AnimeRandom gt 1>><<set $L to $L - 1>><</if>> <<if $Candles is 1 and $AnimeTime is 3 and $AnimeRandom gt 0>><<set $L to $L - 1>><</if>>\ <<if $AnimeTime is 1>><<set $S to $S - 1, $Weeb to $Weeb + 1, $H to $H + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $AnimeTime is 2>><<set $S to $S - 2, $Weeb to $Weeb + 2, $H to $H + 2>><</if>>\ <<if $AnimeTime is 3>><<set $S to $S - 3, $Weeb to $Weeb + 3, $H to $H + 3>><</if>>\ <<set $AnimeTime to 0>>\ \ \ With some time to kill, you decide to watch some anime. <<if $Var is 1>>The one you decide on has a beautiful dichotomy of battling intelects playing 4d chess, only to form a beautiful friendship. Meanwhile there’s a stunning woman who would do anything for her man, all for seemingly little reason.That gives you a diabolical idea. Maybe you could fake having such a supernatural book in order to get a girlfriend who would do anything for you. You don’t get much more into that train of thought when you’re distracted by the plot developing in the most intriguing of ways.\ \ <<elseif $Var is 2>>The one you decide is a curious creation. While the teacher’s reasons for deciding his role are not the best, he ends up being a lot more lovable than, say, Miss $Gray , although not quite attractive. And now that that comparison is in your head, you’re sure you’ll be having nightmares of Miss $Gray having seemingly infinite intellect and physical capabilities.\ \ <<elseif $Var is 3>>The anime you decided to watch is a plot that could only happen in fiction. After being caught peeping on the girls, 5 students are put in prison and are put to work doing the bidding of their sadistic teachers, all while being punished with crops, cruel words and threats of castration. You don’t know why the teachers thought it’d be a good idea to wear skirts as short as they are, but you’re glad they did.\ \ <<elseif $Var is 4>>The anime you decided to watch is a plot that could only happen in fiction. After being caught peeping on the girls, 5 students are put in prison and are put to work doing the bidding of their sadistic teachers, all while being punished with crops, cruel words and threats of castration. You don’t know why the teachers thought it’d be a good idea to wear skirts as short as they are, but you’re glad they did.\ \ <<elseif $Var is 5>>As far as dark animes go, today’s selection is up there. Naturally, you can’t help but put yourself in the protagonist’s shoes. If you had to win a challenge against someone where the loser became the other’s slave, what challenge would you pick? Debauched ideas instantly come to mind, after all, you’ve spent the majority of your free time as an adult masturbating. Perhaps a challenge of “most times came in 24 hours” or “Most cum produced in 6 hours”. Hell, even a “quickest to cum challenge” is one you’re sure you’d win. Then, of course, you would get to decide what your servant would be doing for you...\ \ <<elseif $Var is 6>>You’re about to start watching a generic anime, when you’re railroaded by a curious interaction in the comments section. In it, two weebs are debating what type of leg wear they like to see characters. “No, you absolute idiot, if she’s wearing a skirt, the only acceptable type of leg wear are thigh high socks. Do you even know about Zettai ryōiki? I bet you don’t, idiot. It’s all about that 4-1-2.5 ratio. If you don’t understand it, I don’t even know why you’d consider yourself an anime fan.” “I understand your point. I too enjoy a grade A rating, but I think you’re neglecting the beauty of below the knee socks. That way you get a great view of the skirt, the legs, and the socks, and at a much more even ratio. It’s the rule of thirds.” “Of course you’d defend knee high wastes of time, degenerate. Next, you’ll probably tell me you like pantyhose over thigh high socks.” “I think pantyhose can be great in anime, especially if they have shading unique to them, rather than just having them opaque, as if they were just socks. Ultimately, I think a solid mix of different styles is the best option in anime. That way, no type is being over-saturated, and there’s something for everyone.” “You can’t even get a proper pantyshot in pantyhose, idiot!” You log off, eager to not read anymore of their sad words.\ \ <<elseif $Var is 7>>You’re about to start watching a generic anime, when you’re railroaded by a curious interaction in the comments section. In it, two weebs are debating what type of leg wear they like to see characters. “Why does every anime feel the need to add in a crossdressing episode? They’re so overdone.” “I think they’re a fun way to add some humor, and show other sides to characters that we wouldn’t otherwise get to see. And while they might be common, I think writers should be instead urged to find ways to make those scenes more unique, like by having other character archetypes be the ones to wear women’s clothes.” “But they’re so unrealistic. You can’t just put a dress on a guy and expect him to pass as a woman. There’s so much more to consider, like leg hair, facial hair, even arm hair! And that isnot even mentioning the voices either! Do you know how hard it can be to get women’s shoes to fit a guy?” You log off, eager to not read anymore of their sad words.<</if>> [img[Images/R - Anime.png]] <<if $H lt 23>>[[Anime<-+1 more hour][$AnimeTime to 1]]<<else>>==+1 more hour==<</if>>\ - <<if $H lt 22>>[[Anime<-+2 more hours][$AnimeTime to 2]]<<else>>==+2 more hours==<</if>>\ - <<if $H lt 21>>[[Anime<-+3 more hours][$AnimeTime to 3]]<<else>>==+3 more hours==<</if>> [[Computer<-Return to computer]] <<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return to your room]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return to your room]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return to your room]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return to your room]]<</if>>

[[Computer<-Return]] [img[Images/R - Porn screen.png]] [[Vanilla porn]] <<if $BalletPorn is 1>>[[Ballet porn<-Ballet pictures]]<<else>>??????<<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Unlocked by being a photographic pervert.");<</script>><</button>><</if>> <<if $JenLevel gt 4>>[[SPH<-Small penis humiliation]]<<else>>??????<<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Unlocked after failing a character's requests several times.");<</script>><</button>><</if>> \ <<if $LookUpSissy is 2>>[[Sissy porn<-Sissy hypnosis]]<<else>>??????<</if>> \ <<if $TimesEdged gt 9>>[[Ruin porn<-Ruin instructions]]<<else>>??????<<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Unlocked after edging a certain amount of times.");<</script>><</button>><</if>> <<if $BlackmailVibrator is 1>>[[Vibrate cage<-Vibrate your cage]]<<else>>??????<<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Unlocked by a rewarded modification.");<</script>><</button>><</if>> <<set $BalletPornCum to 0, $BalletPornEdge to 0>>\

<<set $Var to 0>>\ Friend's name: <<textbox "$Ash" "Ashleigh">> [[1-2g Lesson<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 12>>\ At lunch, you head to room 68 with an extra spring in your step. Despite your speed walking to ensure you don’t miss $Ash , she’s already stationed outside the room, closing the distance between you to meet. "Hey!” She greets you with surprising zeal, despite the midday fatigue having already set in. “I heard about this room that I think will be empty. Let me take you there!" Clasping your hand in hers, she escorts you down several corridors and a flight of stairs before arriving at the promised, barren, location. Pressing the handle of the door down, she waves her hand a display of pride, like she were a magician having just performed their greatest trick. The room, as advertised, is empty of people. Its use seems to be less of a hangout spot, and more of a storage room. Desks, several rows deep, are stacked to tower up to just a couple feet below the ceiling. $Ash flicks the light switch on, but the only response from the bulbs is a groan of effort - the room remains illuminated only by the light coming through the windows which are mostly blocked by the desk. Sighing at the dust on her finger, she wipes it off on her skirt. There’s a small alcove in the room created by the end of a bookshelf meeting a tired whiteboard. You sit next to each other in the surprisingly cosy square. "How did you find out about this place?" You ask, mainly to initiate a conversation. "Oh, I just sort of stumbled across it, you know how it is. Anyway, how has your day been?" "Good. Miss $Gray seems to be off my back, though I'm not sure why." "I dare you to ask her." She giggles. "No thanks. I'll take a truth anyday over that." Hearing that, $Ash smiles. "Oh really?" She stands up with a renewed energy and spins a little. "How do I look in this outfit?" She asks while posing. Her back is to you, though she swivels her head around to meet your eyes. Her short shirt, which she hiked up even further up her body, give the illusion that her legs might never end, particularly from your low angle. Sadly, you must be a less than an inch from being able to see her panties. \ <<if $FNylon is 1 and $FFeet is 1>>Despite that obvious appeal, you’re more interested in her pantyhosed feet, which are less than a meter away from your face, and of which the toes are almost peeking out beneath her black heels.\ <<elseif $FNylon is 1>>Despite that obvious appeal, you’re more interested in seeing the way her nylons wrap around her shapely legs. The material seems to thin as to be non existent, but the way it dresses up her calves, knees and thighs is sure to give you a couple new dreams tonight.\ <<elseif $FFeet is 1>>Despite that obvious appeal, you’re more interested in seeing her feet, which are barely a meter away from your face. Her gorgeous heels attract your eyes, but almost being able to see her toes keeps them from looking away.\ <<else>>Of course, it’s impossible to neglect her tits. Her bra, which the blouse do so little to hide that it might as well be transparent, hosts at least C cup breasts, you imagine.<</if>> "You look great. The outfit really brings out the color in your eyes." "Oh really? And remind me, what color are my eyes?" Even with the slim distance between your heads, it’s impossible to be sure. "They're, umm..." She starts laughing a girlish giggle, before picking up a bottle of water out of her bag and sitting down next to you, closer than you were before. A part of you is perplexed by your success with her. Has your flirting with her been miles above any other attempt at impressing the fairer sex? Or is she into you just as much? She slowly takes a sip of water, drawing your eyes to her lips. Her private display has given you a lot of excitement, and it’s only inevitable that your penis would betray you, growing by the second. It doesn't take long for her to notice. As if to answer your earlier questions, $Ash reaches over to your fly, unzipping it in one smooth motion. Your boxers are now the only obstacle between her hand and your erect cock. With her hand still holding her water bottle, she slowly moves her face closer to yours. You close your eyes anticipating your first kiss. Milliseconds before you lips can meet, the door to the room slams open. In the commotion, $Ash spills her water bottle, it landing in her bag and pouring the rest of the liquid into it, soaking whatever is inside. Fortunately, the intruder(s) isnot able to see you from this position. You and $Ash remain silent as you listen. "No, seriously, I've never done it before." "Are you really that surprised?" "Hey! Not that many." "Yes, I'm looking forward to it, though not as much as you are, I bet." "Anyway, look, I have to go. Lessons start soon. Bye!" Between each of her sentences there’s a long pause as she waits for the other person to respond. After only a minute, though, she exits the isolated room. "I'm going to check it out." $Ash whispers, standing up again. "Are you sure?" "You can go if you want." [[1-3 Look in bag?<-Stay behind]] [[1-3 See Jen<-Check it out yourself]]

You shrug your shoulders, encouraging $Ash to investigate the disturbance. Your heartbeat calms from the almost 1st base action, and your erection fades, though it’s still hopeful that its presence will be needed. Observing your surroundings, you feel pity at $Ash - her bag appears soaked. The wetness could cause some terrible damage, though that’d also be a pretty invasive thing to do. It certainly wouldn't be the most chivalrous thing to do. <<if visited("1-1 Bag")>>Then again, you peeked inside Miss $Gray ‘s with little remorse.<</if>> <<if $StoleLipstick is 1 or $StoleMoney is 1>>//And stole from her, too.//<</if>> [[1-3 No Look<-Don't look inside]] [[1-3 Bag<-Look inside]]

<<set $SawWalkAway to 1>> You leave the quiet alcove to check out the disturbance. The room is empty, the door slowly closing behind the girl who entered. Quietly dashing to peek outside, you see the only person who it possibly could be. There’s a student walking away. Dressed in the Farrix uniform, it’d be tricky to identify her in the future, except for one fact: her walk. There’s a cockiness about it that shouldn’t be possible for a walk to convey, yet she manages it. And if you have the chance to hear her voice, you’re certain you could deduce who she is. Only once she struts out of sight do you return to $Ash . She’s zipping up her bag, presumably nursing whatever the water spillage damaged. "I think we're clear.” You clear your throat, eager to pick up what was about to go down. “Now, where were we?" The presumptuous question takes courage, or extreme amounts of lust. "Sorry, $name , that took me out of it.” She shrugs her shoulders. “I think I should head to my next lesson. But maybe we can hang out at lunch tomorrow." //Damn// Once again you bid farewell to each other. Never satiated, you’ve had the most luck sexually of your entire life, and yet you’re left wanting more. [[1-3d Lesson<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 14>>\ [img[Images/English.jpg]] You head to your next lesson, where you meet your literature teacher, Miss Bullthrough. While not as good looking as Miss $Gray, her body, and her willingness to show it off, make up for it. She’s unafraid to use volume to assert her control over the class, and students are predictably too scared to give answers. As painful as that makes the hour, it does allow you to take sweet solace in knowing it’s the only hour you’ll have to struggle through with her. [[1-f<-Finish school]]

Despite perving over her with little regard for if she approves or not, you feel peeking inside her belongings is beneath you. <<if visited("1-1 Bag")>>Evidently, you’ve grown since Monday.<</if>> “It’s clear” $Ash announces once she returns. “I wonder what she came in here for…” She inspects the damage done to her bag once again before shaking her head in disappointment. "Lessons are about to begin, so we should probably get moving. Same time tomorrow?" Though you desperately want to resume the kiss, you don’t bring it up. It’s clear from $Ash ‘s expression that she’s lost any desire to get down and dirty. [[1-3d Lesson<-Continue]]

<<set $S to $S + 1>>\ Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it also may help you spank the monkey later. You open the folds of $Ash's bag, leering inside. Amidst the expected mess of school stuff, like notebooks and a pencil case, all of which are drenched, there’s a brightly colored item that grabs your attention, threatening to keep it. A pink pair of dainty panties with a lace trim, a tiny bow decorating the center, rests in her bag [img[Images/C - Panties - pink.png]] You hold them up briefly, getting a better view in the relatively brighter room. Any depraved thoughts about sniffing them are put on hold once you get an understanding of just how soaked they are. //Is it normal for girls to carry around a spare pair of panties?// //Oh! I get it; it must be her time of the month// Though they’re wet, you can't help but be mesmerized by holding something not only so feminine, but something that has been so intimate to $Ash in the past. For hours on end, these panties have been pressed against her vagina, and been leaked onto whenever she was horny. Based on your interactions with her, you can assume that’s a lot. Such degenerate thoughts inspire more debauchery in you You briefly weight the pros and cons of stealing them. Cons: It’s amorale She might judge you for it It’s beneath you Etc Pros: They’re panties! Rationalizing it, you remember that you’re only going to be at Farrix for 2 more days. Even if she did notice, the chance of her making an issue of it in that time is slim. And if she decides not to be friends because of it, at least you’ll have something to remember her by. [[1-3 No steal<-Put the panties back]] [[1-3 Steal panties<-Steal the panties]]

<<set $SawWetPanties to 1>>\ Deciding you’re above panty thievery, you place the underwear back in the bag, hoping $Ash can’t remember the subtleties of what position they were in. A moment later, she returns. “It’s clear” $Ash announces once she returns. “I wonder what she came in here for…” She inspects the damage done to her bag once again, panties included, before shaking her head in disappointment. "Lessons are about to begin, so we should probably get moving. Same time tomorrow?" Though you desperately want to resume the kiss, you don’t bring it up. It’s clear from $Ash ‘s expression that she’s lost any desire to get down and dirty. Amid the filthy thoughts, one thing stands out. //If she had them for her period, why didn't she have any period products in her bag?// [[1-3d Lesson<-Head to your next lesson]]

<<set $Panties1 to 1>>\ <<set $WornPanties to 0>>\ <<set $S to $S + 1>>\ Hastily, you put the panties in your pocket. Though they are uncomfortably wet, you’re willing to suffer through it in order to have them. A brief image of everyone you know beside you, observing your act of ultimate depravity, flickers to your head, but you can’t afford to concentrate on the shame.<<if $StoleLipstick is 1>> //First Miss $Gray 's lipstick, now $Ash 's panties. What is wrong with me?//<</if>> Positioning the bag to make it seem untouched, $Ash returns only a second after you finish fiddling with it. Your cheeks, which feel as bright as the panties, might give you away if she calls you out on them. "It's clear." She retrieves her bag. //Please don't notice// It’s impossible to tell if she's looking inside it or not. //Please don't notice// A few seconds pass, and she zips her bag, turning around with a wide smile on her face. "Well, lessons are about to begin, so we should probably get moving. Same time tomorrow?" You agree, and walk with each other until you have to go separate ways, at which point, she closes in and kisses you on your cheek, leaving you in a dreamy state. Within a day of meeting this woman, she’s given you the most action you’ve ever seen, and now you have her panties. Even if you are only going to be here for a couple more days, you’ll be thinking about her for a lifetime. [[1-3d Lesson<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 9>>\ <<set $HannahFridayTalk to 0>>\ <<if $CC1 is 0 and $CC2 is 0 and $CC3 is 0>>[img[Images/Morning BoxersG.gif]] <<elseif $CL[1] is 101 and $CC1 is 1 or $CL[1] is 101 and $CC2 is 1 or $CL[1] is 101 and $CC3 is 1>>[img[Images/Morning BoxersG.gif]] <<elseif $CL[1] is 101 and $CC1 gt 1 or $CL[1] is 101 and $CC2 gt 1 or $CL[1] is 101 and $CC3 gt 1>>[img[Images/Morning BoxersCG.gif]] <<elseif $Stockings is 1 and $CC3 is 1 or $Stockings is 1 and $CC2 gt 1 or $Stockings is 1 and $CC3 gt 3>>[img[Images/Morning StockingsG.gif]]\ <<elseif $Stockings is 1 and $CC2 gt 1 or $Stockings is 1 and $CC3 gt 1>>[img[Images/Morning StockingsCG.gif]]\ <<elseif $Tights is 1 and $CC1 is 1 or $Tights is 1 and $CC2 is 1 or $Tights is 1 and $CC3 is 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC1 is 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC3 is 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC3 is 1>>[img[Images/Morning PantyhoseG.gif]]\ <<elseif $Tights is 1 and $CC1 gt 1 or $Tights is 1 and $CC2 gt 1 or $Tights is 1 and $CC3 gt 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC1 gt 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC2 gt 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC3 gt 1>>[img[Images/Morning PantyhoseCG.gif]]\ <<elseif $CC1 is 1 or $CC2 is 1 or $CC3 is 1>>[img[Images/Morning PantiesG.gif]]\ <<elseif $CC1 gt 1 or $CC2 gt 1 or $CC3 gt 1>>[img[Images/Morning PantiesCG.gif]]<</if>> Since it’s the weekend, it’d be prudent to spend some time relaxing, you slothfully guess, so you don’t fret about spamming the snooze button, and instead get up about when you feel like it. And when you do finally decide to grace the kitchen with your presence, $Hannah isn’t there. Evidently, she likes her weekend lay in even more than you do. So, you make a simple breakfast for yourself, and consider what to do with the rest of the day.<<if $Day is 41 and $AshMad is 1>><<set $MakeupStand to 1>>A small section of the local newspaper discarded in the trash catches your attention. “Glamora releases men’s makeup line.” The story goes into scant interesting details, but it does specify that they are offering free makeovers for men at the mall this weekend.<</if>> [img[Images/Cereal.jpg]] [[Room 0<-Continue]]

<<set $H to $H + 1, $AskForScrewdriver to 2>>\ [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] You find $Hannah resting on the sofa after a long day of work. Seeing an opportunity for some help spying on the ballet changing room, you decide to ask her for something to assist in your depraved endeavor. "Hey, do you have a screwdriver?" "What? Is this some new euphemism I don't know about?" “Haha, I hadn’t thought of that. But no, I actually need a screwdriver." "Afraid not, $name . What do you need a screwdriver for, anyway?" "Oh…there's just a loose board under my bed, nothing to worry about." "Well, I'm sure you could find one somewhere at the mall. Common Commodities would probably sell them." You thank her for the advice before saying goodbye. [[Room 0<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ You head to school for your 4th day of 5 at Farrix.<<if $CL[1] is 1>> You aren't sure why you ended up wearing $Ash's panties to school, but you can't forget that you are. You can feel the difference, with your school pants being in contact with your skin much more than what your boxers would allow. You get nervous that the girls in Farrix would be able to see your panty lines. It is a hot secret that you hope remains a secret.<</if>> Sitting down in Miss $Gray 's classrom, you smile at $Ash as you prepare for the lesson. <<if $AshR is 0>>She replies with a brief smile of her own before returning to her work.<</if>>\ <<if $AshR is 1>>She gives you a wide smile of her own before returning to her work.<</if>>\ <<if $AshR is 2>>She gives you a wide smile and even a suggestive rub on your arm.<</if>> [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] The lesson goes by fine, and Miss $Gray once again gives you no issue. As you familiarly zone out once more, you can’t help but be sad that you’re on the tail end of your time at Farrix. In just a week, you will be attending the sausage fest that will become the norm for the next few years. [img[Images/P - Gray 4a.jpg]] The lesson soon ends and your journey towards the door begins as normal, but Miss $Gray cuts you off. "$name , would you please come by room 68 later at lunch." Not willing to elaborate further, she returns to her own desk, leaving you terrified of her ominous request. [[1-4b<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 12>>\ The lessons after Miss $Gray 's and before lunch pass by frustratingly fast, but that just makes you want to savor the tits and breasts all around you as much as possible. Outside of room 68, $Ash is already waiting. Sadly, talking to her is dependant upon the meeting with Miss $Gray going without incident, and you can't be sure of that. The dead silence of the classroom doesn't help your growing nerves. The only sound to be heard are distance conversations muffled by walls and windows, as well as the almost hypnotic noise of fingers typing away at a keyboard. [img[Images/P - Gray 4b.jpg]] "Ah, $name , thank you for coming by." She walks over to you, the sound of her heels replacing the keyboard clacking. Taking a collection of papers loosely bound together by a single staple, she hands the hefty document to you. "This is a simple document regarding your time, as a man, at Farrix. It will be used to inform future decisions regarding the segregation of genders at the academic level. As I'm sure you agree, it is a very old fashioned idea that males and females should not be allowed to blend while learning. All you have to do is answer the questions on the first few pages, then sign your name." You exhale a sigh of relief. The memory of Monday's meeting with Miss $Gray is still fresh in your mind. Naturally, you assumed she still found your ogling to be annoying - enough to ask you here. Sitting down, though based on her words, you don't get the impresion it'll take long, you dig into the doc. True enough, the questions, such as "name?" "date of birth?", and the very obsolete "gender?" are nothing more than tedious to answer. The words on the second page immediately take a turn for the more thought provoking. "How welcoming were the staff?" "Did you feel uncomfortable?" And so on. The final question is the only one that seems to ask for you opinion, not just a reflection of experiences. "Do you support a boy attending a traditionally girls' school?" A single flick in the "yes" box is what your mind immediately prefers. It is the 21st century, after all, and Miss $Gray also hinted that's what she feels. Plus, it'd allow you to ogle women whilst having the more easily approachable presence of guys nearby. Then again, the question is also a little a vague. Reading it again, it's not actually asking for your opinions on gendered schools. In fact, the "boy" in question has to be yourself. If you do the tick the "yes" box, then you're essentially saying you have no problem with the past week, when, in fact, it's been equally lust provoking and terrifiying. [[1-4d Sign<-Support a boy being in a girl's school, and sign your name]] [[1-4c<-Refuse to support a boy being in a girl's school]]

You tick the 2nd box , confirming that you don't support a boy being at Farrix. Admittedly, it does feel hypocritical - you've certainly enjoyed being able to stare at the ample breasts around - but you shrug your shoulders anyway. Returning the completed document to Miss $Gray , she immediately begins scanning your answers. “Oh, so you don’t think men and women should mingle in education?” You shake your head. “Well, that is a surprise. I had thought you would be a proponent for such change. Oh well.” She sighs, tossing the doc onto her desk. Figuring that's you cue to leave, you head for the door, only to be cut off. Unlike this morning, however, when she physically interupted you, this time she simply regains your attention with a raised voice. “Since you said you don’t think men, such as yourself, should be allowed at a girls’ school, you will need to remain here for lunch. Afterall, if you don’t think men can be trusted around women, then why should I trust you around them? It’ll be much safer for everyone if you remain here at lunch.” She pivots her body back to her computer, and immediately returns to her work. Clearly, she doesn't expect you to fight back. //What? She can't do this!// If you don't change your answer, you won't be able to talk with $Ash at lunch, and after tomorrow, you might not get another chance to see her. [[1-4d Sign<-Relent and change your answer]] [[1-4 Refuse<-Refuse to change your answer]]

<<set $SignContract to 1>>\ You tick in agreement that you support a boy being in a girl's school, and sign your name at the bottom of the page. Returning the document to Miss $Gray , she smile, both at seeing how briskly you completed it, and upon giving the papers a cursory glance, with particular emphasis, you notice, on the final page. "Thank you, $name . Have a pleasant rest of the day." [[1-4 Sign Ash<-Continue]]

<<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1>>\ [img[Images/P - Gray 4c.jpg]] Miss $Gray is visibly irritated at your refusal to change answers. "That is a shame, but you will have to remain here until your next lesson." Painfully, you imagine $Ash outside the classroom, only a wall seperating you. Currently, she's probably still excited to hang out with you. In ten minutes, you figure, she'll be a little restless. By the end of the period, you can only imagine that she'll feel disappointed, and that this is somehow your fault. At the very least, even if Miss $Gray will restrict your free time like this, you can ogle her own body, and thanks to her busying herself with computer work, there's hardly any risk that she'll notice you staring googly eyed at her chest. "You may now go to your next lesson $name ." She announces once the bell rings. Miss $Gray doesn't even look away from her computer as she's talking. It seems you've really annoyed her this time. [[1-4e Lesson<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 14>>\ [img[Images/Psychology.jpg]] Your next lesson is with Miss Green, who teaches psychology, both at Farrix, and based on her enthused demeanor, also as a hobby, and maybe in her dreams, too. That’s not to say she’s pretentious about it, but she occasionally seems like she might pass out from talking too much, and her absent mindedness is proved when she doesn’t even notice raised hands. Whatever the case, you’re at least glad to have a teacher that’s passionate about their field, and not about verbally castrating you. [[1-f<-Finish the day]]

You head out of room 68 and meet $Ash . "What was that about?" Together, you begin walking to the outside section of school. "Oh, just some stupid document about my time at Farrix." "Oh. Sounds pretty boring. It's such a shame that you only have one more day here." "Yeah, It's going to suck being in an all boys school." "Well," $Ash begins, "maybe there's a way you could stay, if you really wanted to." Her proposition immediately grabs your interest. "Really? How?" "Well, you can't go to an all boys school if you're a girl." Confused, you ask her to elaborate. "Well, gender is such a complex thing. Maybe if you appealed to the people in charge of Farrix and said you felt more comfortable around girls, they might let you stay. After all, you’ve been here a week without incident. Maybe you could even say you felt more like a girl? I could help you be really convincing, maybe you could borrow one of my skirts…" When she said she had an idea, you thought she was talking about something possible. "Are you serious?" "You're the one who said you wanted to stay here." "I do, but that seems a little extreme." She apologizes for her suggestion after seeing how unreceptive you are. <<if $AshR is 0>>The conversation is hard to save, and is largely filled with silence. The bell rings, and you two head to your next lesson, saying an awkward goodbye.\ <<elseif $AshR is 1>>The conversation flows to other topics, and you soon forget about her suggestion. When the alarm rings, you say goodbye to each other.\ <<elseif $AshR is 2>>The conversation flows to other topics, and you soon forget about her suggestion. Your hands briefly touch for a moment, but neither of you withdraw. When the alarm rings, you say goodbye to each other.<</if>> [[1-4e Lesson<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $L to $L + 2>>\ <<if $L gt 9>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $TimesEdged to 1>>\ You have a similar excitement to yesterday once the lunch bell rings. Speed walking to room 68 in the hopes of seeing $Ash again, you’re briefly disappointed to see she’s not there. After a few minutes of hoping and waiting, she turns a corner, and you see her sexy silhouette approaching. "Hey, $name , I was thinking we could check out the cafeteria today." "Oh,” your disappointment fails to be hidden, even in just a single word. “I thought you said it’d be too loud.” $Ash simply shrugs her shoulders. "Well I changed my mind. Come on, you only have a couple more days at Farrix." With the amount of girls flocking to the cafeteria, you have good reason to believe that the food must be incredible. More likely, it’s the nuclei for socializing within Farrix. The giant room is sprawling with tables, and the people to fill them. Naturally, you’d prefer to not draw attention to yourself, so keep your eyes fixed at an invisible dot on the floor 2 feet in front of you. "So how has your day been?" $Ash asks as you slide onto the most isolated bench you can find. "Good - Miss $Gray seems to be off my back, though I'm not sure why." "I dare you to ask her." She giggles. "No thanks. I'll take a truth anyday over that." Hearing that, $Ash smiles. "Oh really?" There’s a bizarre sensation at your crotch. Something is gently rubbing the material over your cock - \ <<if $FNylon is 1>>$Ash ‘s nylon covered foot.\ <<elseif $FFeet is 1>>$Ash ‘s foot, unsheathed from her.\ <<else>>$Ash ‘s hand.<</if>> Thoughts of the near limitless girls around you vanish, as do the worries over whether they’ve noticed you. $Ash grins, fully aware of her affect. Then, the seductive back and fourth motion increases in speed, and you’ve gone from flaccid to raging in a span of barely 30 seconds. "A truth, hmm?" She pauses to think, though the rubbing continues, getting more vigorous, if anything. "What would you do to orgasm?" "Huh?" This, by a //very// wide margin, is the furthest you’ve ever got with a girl, and you’ve known her less than 2 days. To say you’re startled to a point of being unable to form a full sentence would be an understatement comparable to saying you might cum soon.” Picking up speed even further, she repeats her question. "What would you do to orgasm?" "...anything." The word is punctuated with a heavy breath, indicative of an approaching eruption. "Really?" Your mind seems to stop working as you grow closer and closer to the edge, and you fail to reply. Almost violently, the rubbing ceases, and she withdraws. "Wha…why did you stop?" "You said you would do anything. That would include waiting." She can't help but smile at the cruelty of her trick - though she seems to think it’s much funnier than you do. Despite the edging, you’re too fond of her to make a true protest. //She has a dark sense of humour// The rest of the period is absent of any such sexual activity. In fact, $Ash seems to go out of her way to make it as dull as possible. “What lesson do you have next?” “How much homework do you have?” “What do you think of the building’s color scheme?” Surprisingly, she gives you a kiss on the cheek once the hour is up - a kiss which makes your dick it’s time for round two. Suffice to say, you’re left thinking about her for the rest of the day. [[1-3d Lesson<-Continue]]

<<set $L to $L + 1>>\ <<set $S to $S + 1>>\ [img[Images/Pink panties event.png]] You take out $Ash 's panties, which are now dry. For some reason that you can't explain, you decide to wear $Ash 's stolen panties. You pull them up your legs, and then to your waist. They fit perfectly, as if they were made for you. Your penis is pressed against your skin, much closer than what your normal underwear causes. Somehow, they make you feel totally different about yourself. It’s likely caused by thoughts that you’re being wrong by wearing the pretty panties, but the indescribable feeling doesn’t feel negative. In fact, the only bad feeling you experience is guilt from actually enjoying it. Looking at them on yourself, you can't help but be aroused. You decide to keep them on for now, realizing that you can always take them off if you want to. [[Room 0<-Return]]

<<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ You head to school for your final day at Farrix.<<if $CL[1] is 1>> You aren't sure why you ended up wearing $Ash's panties to school, but you can't forget that you are. You can feel the difference, with your school pants being in contact with your skin much more than what your boxers would allow. You get nervous that the girls in Farrix will be able to see your panty lines. It is a hot secret that you hope remains a secret.<</if>> You sit down in Miss $Gray 's classroom, smiling at $Ash as you prepare for the lesson. <<if $AshR is 0>>She replies with a brief smile and welcome before returning to her work.\ <<elseif $AshR is 1>>She gives you a wide smile before returning to her work.\ <<elseif $AshR is 2>>She gives you a wide smile and even an affectionate rub on your elbow.<</if>> [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] With it being your final day, you enjoy your final chance to see the sexy women in Farrix, and hardly pay attention to Miss $Gray 's lesson. <<if $SignContract is 0>>Miss $Gray reminds you that you will have to come to her at lunch today, much to the silent disappointment of you and $Ash.\ <<elseif $SignContract is 1>>Miss $Gray approaches you "$name , I know this is your final day, but you need to come by my room at 5 today." "But we finish at 4." "I'm very much aware of that . I don't care what you do in your spare time, but I want you in this classroom at 5." //Great//<</if>> [img[Images/P - Gray 5a.jpg]] The lesson ends, and you head to your next one. [[1-5b<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 12>>\ The lessons in the rest of your day are spent much as the first one was: ogling women as much as you could while getting away with it, though you were willing to compromise on that a little bit. Inevitably, the lessons sadly end, with each bell hurting more than the last, until it’s 12, and lunchtime. <<if $SignContract is 0>>[[1-5cb<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $SignContract is 1>>[[1-5 Sign<-Continue]]<</if>>\

You walk into room 68, ready for your final lunch at Farrix. The atmosphere is as uncomfortable as it was yesterday. [img[Images/P - Gray 5b.jpg]] Taking a seat, you dream the time away, occasionally staring at Miss $Gray 's breasts when you think you can get away with it, and when you’re not doing that, you’re trying to look out the window at the uniformed women outside. The bell thankfully rings, and you get ready to go to your next lesson, but not before Miss $Gray stops you. "$name , I understand this is your last day, but I need you to come by my classroom at 5 today." "But we finish at 4." "I'm very much aware of that. I don't care what you do in your spare time, but I want you in this classroom at 5." //Great// You walk out of the classroom and head to your next lesson. [[1-5c Lesson<-Continue]]

You wanted to spend your last day at Farrix with $Ash , but after spending the majority of the period looking for her, you only end up finding her as the bell rings. "Hey $name . I've been looking for you everywhere! It's such a shame that we'll never see each other again after today." She looks genuinely dejected, and you can't help but feel the same. "Well, we could always hang out outside of school" you suggest, but by the time you finish your sentence, a teacher comes along and forces you to go to class. You and $Ash head in opposite directions, and it leaves you feeling even sadder than before. //I can't believe how close we got in such little time// [[1-5c Lesson<-Continue]]

<<set $MakeupS to $MakeupS + 1, $WornLipstick to 1, $LipstickC to 1>>\ [img[Images/R - Gray Lipstick Try.png]] You remove the lid and swivel the bottom of the lipstick canister to expose the sexy red color contained within. With your phone acting as a mirror, you move the lipstick up to your lips, slowly applying it on first your bottom lip, then your top. You take your time to ensure that you don't make a mistake. Fortunately, no lipstick stains find their way onto your surrounding skin, or your teeth. When you’re done, your lips are noticeably redder. Neglecting the rest of your face and looking just at the red pout, it’s hard to say it isn’t sexy. And while you can't explain why you put the lipstick on, your guilt at stealing from Miss $Gray fades as you find that you actually enjoy the sticky sensation. [[Room 0<-Continue]]

<<set $Cooking to $Cooking + 1>>\ <<if $Cooking lt 22>><<set $I to $I + 10>><<elseif $Cooking lt 35>><<set $I to $I + 17>><<elseif $Cooking lt 200>><<set $I to $I + 22>><</if>>\ <<set $S to $S + 1>>\ <<if $S gt 9>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $WeekChores to $WeekChores + 1>>\ <<set $C3 to 1>>\ [img[Images/Kitchen.jpg]] <<if $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>>With her current obsession, $Ash is prone to neglecting a proper breakfast. If you delivered it to her, you figure she might actually eat something substantial in the A.M. for once.\ <<elseif $ChoresPunish gt 2>>$Hannah was always appreciative of your efforts to provide her a nice breakfast on the weekends. Of course, with Miss $Gray here, the critiques of your cooking are much more likely. After donning your maid uniform, complete with the restrictive shackles locked around your dainty ankles, you set about your task. [img[Images/Maid UpskirtG.gif]]\ <<elseif $House gt 1>>$Hannah was always appreciative of your efforts to provide her a nice breakfast on the weekends. Of course, with Miss $Gray here, the critiques of your cooking are much more likely. After donning your maid uniform, you set about your task. [img[Images/Maid UpskirtG.gif]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>$Hannah was always appreciative of your efforts to provide her a nice breakfast on the weekends. Of course, with Miss $Gray here, the critiques of your cooking are much more likely. [img[Images/Maid UpskirtG.gif]]\ <<elseif $Home is 0>>With how hectic her job is, $Hannah attempts to relish her free time on weekends as well as possible. One of the ways she does that is by abusing her snooze button. You figure a great way for her to start the day would be a freshly prepared breakfast.<</if>> <<if $Cooking lt 22>>To begin the expansive meal, you pour some cereal into a bowl, quickly followed by some milk. Of course, you realize your blunder shortly after - you should have added the milk when the meal was ready to be served. //Oh well. I’ll just have to make the rest of the meal quickly.// The rest of the “meal” consists of poorly buttered toast, one slice of which manages to be burnt to a crisp, and the other still looks raw. You also pour a glass of orange juice out of a carton, not even caring to check if it’s out of date or not.\ <<elseif $Cooking gt 21 and $Cooking lt 35>>To initiate your quaint little quest, you check all the cupboards for inspiration. Among the things you grab are flour, eggs, milk, sunflower oil, salt and syrup. You start by whisking most of the ingredients together enthusiastically until it’s a smooth, battery liquid. After that, you pour the beige mixture into a pan in the rough shape of a circle. Once the liquid solidifies and browns to an appetizing shade, you replace that pancake with a raw liquid one. The process repeats itself half a dozen times until there’s a stack of five delicious pancakes in the center of the plate to be enjoyed. Of course, you couldn’t help but eat one yourself. The meal is topped off with a helping of runny syrup that you can see your proud expression reflect in.\ <<elseif $Cooking gt 34 and $Cooking lt 200>>With your increased knowledge of the culinary arts, you dig into the cupboard for anything and everything that you could use to treat your step sister to a lovely morning meal. The counter quickly fills up with flour, eggs, milk, salt, syrup, blueberries and raspberries, bacon, bread and an avocado. While those of the untrained eye might see a random assortment of components, you see potential for greatness. You mix the ingredients for pancakes together in a bowl until it's smooth like butter, then pour it into a pan in the perfect shape of a circle. In another pan, you fry the bacon, flipping it exactly every 90 seconds for an even seer. Your attention is diverted even further as you slide the fluffy bread into a toaster until it’s the perfect golden shade. Whilst all this is happening, you cut into an avocado, and scoop out its delectable insides to spread on the toast. On a large tray of small plates, you compile the food, carefully adding a pinch of salt to the toast, artfully sprinkling berries onto the pancakes that stick to the golden syrup, and cutting the bacon up into easily consumed rashers.<</if>> <<if $Home is 3 and $Cooking lt 22 or $Home is 4 and $Cooking lt 22>>When $Ash receives the grotesque collection of soggy cereal and dry bread, she laughs in your face, immediately giving it back to you. “If you think it’s edible, you can have it.”\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $Cooking lt 35 or $Home is 4 and $Cooking lt 35>>$Ash casually takes the breakfast from your hands, not even stopping to thank you. But much to your surprise, she actually eats it for the most part. She hands the tray back to you. Though your efforts didn’t result in a show of appreciation, she at least ate something substantial.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $Cooking lt 200 or $Home is 4 and $Cooking lt 200>>Smelling something delicious, $Ash takes the tray of food out of your hands before you even recognised she was in the room. She devours the entirety of it whilst you look on, glad to see she’s obviously enjoying it. The plates are wiped clean off any trace of food, and she’s left licking her lips. “That was delicious, $name . More of that, whenever you can.”\ <<elseif $Home is 1 and $Cooking lt 22 or $Home is 2 and $Cooking lt 22>>$Hannah looks disappointed as she sees you walk in with the tray, but there’s also a slight sign of eagerness. Not to eat the food, of course, but that Miss $Gray is there to berate you for the abomination that you thought was acceptable to present. “I’ve seen more appetizing food thrown up on the sidewalk!” She takes a spoon and demonstrates the sogginess of the cereal. “A racoon wouldn’t eat this!” She flips the tray over in your hands, coating your outfit in milk and processed bites. “Do better!” $Hannah is giggling throughout the cruel diatribe, and the two walk away, leaving you with a mess to clean up that’s a lot worse than a couple of dishes.\ <<elseif $Home is 1 and $Cooking lt 35 or $Home is 2 and $Cooking lt 35>>$Hannah looks pleasantly on as you enter with your well prepared tray of foods. Miss $Gray looks indifferent, which is the best you can hope for most of the time. They start picking at the pancakes before eating them. “Hmm, I thought they were quite nice.” $Hannah ‘s niceness is always negated by her other half’s cruelty. “Yes, the pancakes tasted okay.” //Nevermind…?// “Though they were too thin for my liking, so there should definitely be more flour next time. And this syrup looks sloppily put on. And really, pancakes alone are rather basic. It’s like you served us a pizza with just the base and tomato sauce. It’s a shame you stopped cooking when you’d done the hardest part.” Despite her complaints, she finishes the food, though not without reminding you to wash up the dishes first.\ <<elseif $Home is 1 and $Cooking lt 200 or $Home is 2 and $Cooking lt 200>>When you enter with the tray of food, Miss $Gray looks pleasantly surprised at the breakfast you serve in front of her. $Hannah audibly enjoys it. Her “mms” and “ahhs” at the delightful flavors aren’t quite matched by Miss $Gray ‘s enjoyment of it, but she wouldn’t make those noise if you served her caviar. “This was excellent, $name .” //Excellent? I serve her gold in a consumable form, and the best she can come up with is “excellent”?// They finish the tray together, thanking you for your efforts before dismissing you.\ <<elseif $Cooking lt 22>>When $Hannah receives the amalgamation of sloppily prepared gruel, she smiles - a smile you would give a child after seeing their crayon drawing. She powers through a couple of spoonfuls of the soggy cereal soup, taking great efforts to not gag at the tang. Even the simple toast finds a way to be offensively inedible. The most touched part of the meal is the juice, which took about 20 seconds to prepare. In the end, she thanks you for your efforts, but her disappointment in it, and her optimism that you don’t try this again, serve as cruel inspiration for you. <<elseif $Cooking lt 35>>You deliver the dish to $Hannah , along with a glass of juice. And unlike past attempts at making her breakfast, she genuinely seems to enjoy this, at least you assume that based on how she barely stops to talk in between monstrous mouthfuls of pancake goodness. She thanks you for your obvious effort, encouraging you to do it again. But as you leave, you can’t help but feel the meal wasn’t quite //complete//. There’s always something that can be improved, sure, but the food was pretty basic, and could have easily been added to.\ <<elseif $Cooking lt 200>>Complemented by a glass of freshly squeezed juice, you deliver the tray to $Hannah . “$name , this is amazing!” She showers you with praise at the meal in between eager bites of her expansive breakfast, with each subsequent bite on the next dish on the tray. She clearly can’t pick a favorite. With food this good, it’s not long before she finishes off the meal. It’s sad that such greatness can’t be preserved, but it’s better that $Hannah enjoys it than the flies.<</if>> <<if $ChoresPunish gt 9>><<set $S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1>>It’d be great to say that you forgot about the nipple clamps you were made to wear throughout the process of cooking, but sadly, that’s not the case. Though your mind could drift away on occasion, there was never more than a 2 minute period in which you had the pleasure of not noticing their heavy, crushing teeth on your nipples.<</if>> [img[Images/Pancakes.jpg]] <<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2 and $ChoresPunish gt 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return]][$H to $H + 2]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return][$H to $H + 1]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 8>>\ <<set $M to 0>>\ <<set $WeekChores to 0>>\ <<set $L to $L + 2>>\ <<if $W2H1 is 1>><<set $W2H1 to 2, $HAlert to 1>><</if>>\ Before heading to Farrix, you go to $Ash 's house, unsure of what to expect. Just as you are about to knock on the door, $Ash opens it, and greets you inside.You follow the woman to her room, and find it surprisingly messy, even compared to your own, with clothes strewn across the floor. She has more clothes in a laundry pile than you have at all. You’re also shocked at the girliness of her room, with pink painted walls and a very feminine sense of decor. [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] <<if $Panties1 is 1 and $CL[1] is 1>><<set $AshR to $AshR + 1>>Just as you are observing the room, $Ash runs up to you and kisses you passionately on the lips, leaving you caught off guard. She then moves her head to the side of your face before whispering into your ear. "I know your secret...pantyboy." She unzips your pants and swiftly pulls them down, showing off your panties. Correction: her panties. Blood rushes to your cheeks as you are too embarrassed to look $Ash in the face. She forces you to look at her, before once again kissing. "It's so hot!" "What? You don't mind that I stole your...underwear?" "Not at all, though it would have been better if you had the confidence to get your own panties." You can feel her hands moving down your body before they rest on your underwear, touching your... "Wait, is this what I think it is?" She pulls the top of your panties down, exposing your chastity cage. "First a pantyboy...now a fan of chastity? I think I could just have sex with you now!" She kisses you yet again. "Where's the key? Do you have it on you?" "No I...left it at home." "That's a shame, but damn, you are cute." She reiterates as she gives you a look up and down. "We should do this again. Come to my house again tomorrow, but do me a favor and wear these panties, okay?" Confused, you nod as you pull your pants back up. As you are walking out of her bedroom, she gives you a slap on the ass, and you are left on edge by the curious girl. Incredibly, not only does she not mind that you ruffled through her belongings and stole her panties, she actually encourages it. [[2-1b<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Panties1 is 1 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $AshR to $AshR + 1>>Just as you are observing the room, $Ash runs up to you and kisses you passionately on the lips, leaving you caught off guard. She then moves her head to the side of your face before whispering into your ear. "I know your secret...pantyboy." "What?" Your face instantly turns red, and your heart begins to race even faster than it did when she kissed you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” "I know that you stole my panties. Some people might say that stealing a girl's underwear is creepy, but I happen to think it's cute." You want to deny what she's saying, but your cheeks betray you. "Hold on…you don't mind that I stole your...underwear?" "Not at all, though it would have been better if you had the confidence to get your own panties. Tell me $name , are you wearing them now?" She asks as her hands hover over your crotch. "No, they're at home." "That is a shame. I would so love to see you in them." Her hands continue to touch your crotch, and you can see that she realizes something is off, as she taps the hard material in your underwear. Without warning, she unzips your pants and pulls down your boxers. "Oh my, you are so much kinkier than what I could have hoped! This cage looks so cute on you! We should totally do this again tomorrow. But do me a favor and wear the panties, okay?" You agree, hoping it will get you one step closer with this girl. You pull your pants back up and leave for Farrix together. Incredibly, not only does she not mind that you ruffled through her belongings and stole her panties, she actually encourages it. [[2-1b<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Panties1 is 0>>You sit down on her bed as she applies her makeup on her similarly cluttered vanity. She takes care to ensure you’re looking at her when she slowly applies her lipstick. You make small talk for a moment before she turns to you with a seductive look. She walks over and kneels down in front of you. "$Ash , what are you..." she silences you with a kiss before pushing you down on the bed, and proceeds to climb on top of you. "I can't lie $name , ever since I saw you, I've found you so sexy." You two continue making out as her hand quickly slides down to your crotch. You try to stop it but you can see the realization in her eyes. "$name , is this what I think it is?" Too embarrassed to resist, you let her open your zipper before she moves her hand into your boxers, touching your caged penis. Her smile widens. "You really are hot. Do you have the key on you?" "No, I...left it at home." "That is a shame. Though I think we can still have some fun." She then kisses you again, and you close your eyes as you experience your first make-out session. You aren't paying attention to your surroundings, and that's when you feel a sudden splash of water over your crotch. You open your eyes to see $Ash with a glass in her hand. "Shit, I'm really sorry $name . I just needed a drink and you were kissing so well that I couldn't keep my hand steady." "Could you get me a towel please?" You ask. She runs out the room for a second before returning shortly after. "Sorry, I think they're all in the wash." //Great.// "You should take your underwear off. Keeping them on will only make it worse" You hesitate at exposing yourself like that, but she reminds you she's already felt your dick, or as much as she could with the cage on. With her help, you take off your school pants, which fortunately remain dry, and your boxers, which are drenched in water. "I guess I'll just have to go commando today." "Are you sure that's a good idea? The chaffing may get really uncomfortable." "What other choice do I have?" "Well..." you follow her eyes to a drawer - her underwear drawer. "You could wear a pair of my panties." [[2-1 Wear<-Wear her panties]] [[2-1 Commando<-Go commando]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 14>>\ [img[Images/Philosophy.jpg]] One of your final lessons at Farrix is philosophy, taught by the customarily attractive teacher - Miss Gilda. Though her age is slightly above most of the teachers you’ve met, it doesn’t mean she isn’t sexy. You also figure it helps with the nature of the subject, and you’re proven right throughout the lesson, as she shows off her vast knowledge of philosophy without appearing pretentious. By the end of the lesson, you’re disheartened that you won’t have a lesson taught by the delightful tutor. If you could hang around a bit longer, you might be able to learn something. [[1-5d<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $BalletPorn to 1>>\ You head towards the locker room where your heist will take place. A quick ear to the closed door, followed by a tiny peek inside, reveals it’s still empty. Figuring you don't have long, you get to work. Crouching on the floor, you place the camera underneath one of the wooden benches before covering it with a pair of discarded shorts from the closet, but leaving just enough exposed so that the camera can get a good view. You then check your phone to ensure the connection to view the feed works, and thankfully, it does. A crescendoing noise originating from the corridor spurs you into the hiding place of the closet, silently closing the door behind you. From the thin barrier of the door, you can hear the locker fill up with students chatting, but there’s also a lot of slamming down of bags. The footage on your phone displays the heart racing sight of your dreams. The girls begin to undress, first with their blouses, then with their skirts. There’s well over a dozen women, all in their intimate underwear. Most of them have to take off their hosiery, before replacing them with a pair of white or pink tights. [img[Images/P - Ballet 1.jpg]] <<if $CL[1] is 1>>You can feel your penis growing harder in your panties. //$Ash 's panties. I meant $Ash 's panties.//\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 101>>You can feel your penis growing harder in your boxers.<</if>>\ You look at the growing bulge in your pants. <<if $L lt 8>>[[1-5 Cam Mas<-Masturbate]] [[1-5 Cam 2<-Don't masturbate]]\ <<elseif $L gt 7>>Your teased mind can't take much more, and you feel your hand sliding down... [[1-5 Cam Mas<-Masturbate]]<</if>>

Whether it’s because you’ve decided it’s beneath you, or because you think it’s too disgusting, or maybe even because you’re too scared to do it, you have a change of heart, and decide not to perve on the girls as they change. [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] To kill the time between your meeting with Miss $Gray , you wander the halls aimlessly. You even pass the locker room where the ballet students are changing. From the outside, you can’t hear anything specific, but it does sound rather hectic. Your time at Farrix, brief as it was, has been an interesting experience. You'd love to say it was a week that has changed your life forever, but you mainly just spent it ogling at girls. <<if $SignContract is 1>>//A week well spent//\ <<elseif $SignContract is 0>>//A week well spent// It does hit you how strange it is that Miss $Gray wouldn't let you roam around at lunch yet she is inviting you to do it now.<</if>> You continue walking until the minutes grow into an hour, and you head to the familiar room 68 to meet Miss $Gray . [[1-5 innocent<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 17>>\ [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] To kill the time between your meeting with Miss $Gray , you wander the halls aimlessly. You even pass the locker room where the ballet students are changing. From the outside, you can’t hear anything specific, but it does sound rather hectic. Your time at Farrix, brief as it was, has been an interesting experience. You'd love to say it was a week that has changed your life forever, but you mainly just spent it ogling at girls. //A week well spent.//<<if $SignContract is 0>>\ It does hit you how strange it is that Miss $Gray wouldn't let you roam around at lunch yet she is inviting you to do it now.<</if>> You continue walking until the minutes grow into an hour, and you head to the familiar room 68 to meet Miss $Gray . [[1-5 innocent<-Continue]]

You head towards the locker room where your heist will take place. A quick ear to the closed door, followed by a tiny peek inside, reveals it’s still empty. Figuring you don't have long, you get to work. Taking out your screwdriver, you hammer it repeatedly into the most optimal height for spying into the door. It’s a hard thing to do quietly, but your excitement at this seems to give you extra strength as a suitable hole quickly forms. A crescendoing noise originating from the corridor spurs you into the hiding place of the closet, silently closing the door behind you. From the thin barrier of the door, you can hear the locker fill up with students chatting, and your crafted hole puts a sight to the noise. The girls begin to undress, first with their blouses, then with their skirts. There’s well over a dozen women, all in their intimate underwear. Most of them have to take off their hosiery, before replacing them with a pair of white or pink tights. [img[Images/P - Ballet 1.jpg]] <<if $CL[1] is 1>>You can feel your penis growing harder in your panties. //$Ash 's panties. I meant $Ash 's panties.//\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 101>>You can feel your penis growing harder in your boxers.<</if>>\ You look at the growing bulge in your pants. <<if $L lt 8>>[[1-5 Screw Mas<-Masturbate]] [[1-5 Screw 2<-Don't masturbate]]\ <<elseif $L gt 7>>Your teased mind can't take much more, and you feel your hand sliding down... [[1-5 Screw Mas<-Masturbate]]<</if>>

<<set $L to 10>>\ You continue looking at the live feed, seeing the girls as they continue to change. You reach down with your hand, taking out your penis and beginning to stroke. They’ve now begun putting on the rest of their ballet outfits. They step into their leotard, all of which match their hosiery, and pull it up. But with how taut the fabric is, the view of their breasts is hardly ruined. Then, they complement the outfit with the customary puffy tutu. It’s made of several sheer layers that stack on one another, until they’re almost horizontal. The item is so feminine, not only from the color, but the way it reveals so much of the wearer’s leg, and also how it’s still somewhat transparent. Even from your poor angle, you can make out the bodysuit beneath the tutu. To complete the outfit, they slip into their golden flats, which look like they provide zero support, but do leave plenty of their feet exposed. [img[Images/P - Ballet 2.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Ballet 3.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Ballet 4.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Ballet 5.jpg]] You can feel the climax approaching when something gets your attention. "Have you seen the keys to the hall?" "I think there may be a spare in the storage room." Your face gets redder and your heart beats faster at hearing this, and your brain goes into panic mode. Amongst the chaos of the room, you try to find a potential hiding spot. "Not to worry, I've found it! Okay girls, get in the hall and start warming up." Relief instantly washes over your body, but you can't help but feel disappointed that you've missed the rest of the show. With the locker room emptying of people, there’s no longer anything to masturbate to. You wait until you see that the girls have all left before opening the door. After retrieving the camera and checking the video saved, you head for the door. [[1-5 caught<-Continue]]

<<set $L to $L + 6>>\ You continue looking at the live feed, seeing the girls as they keep teasing you. They’ve now begun putting on the rest of their ballet outfits. They step into their leotard, all of which match their hosiery, and pull it up. But with how taut the fabric is, the view of their breasts is hardly ruined. Then, they complement the outfit with the customary puffy tutu. It’s made of several sheer layers that stack on one another, until they’re almost horizontal. The item is so feminine, not only from the color, but the way it reveals so much of the wearer’s leg, and also how it’s still somewhat transparent. Even from your poor angle, you can make out the bodysuit beneath the tutu. To complete the outfit, they slip into their golden flats, which look like they provide zero support, but do leave plenty of their feet exposed. [img[Images/P - Ballet 2.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Ballet 3.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Ballet 4.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Ballet 5.jpg]] You are lost in your fantasies when you hear something that gets your attention. "Have you seen the keys to the hall?" "I think there may be a spare in the storage room." Your face gets redder and your heart beats faster at hearing this, and your brain goes into panic mode. Amongst the chaos of the room, you try to find a potential hiding spot. "Not to worry, I've found it! Okay girls, get in the hall and start warming up." Relief instantly washes over your body, but you can't help but feel disappointed that you've missed the rest of the show. You wait until you see that the girls have all left before opening the door. After retrieving the camera and checking the video saved, you head for the door. [[1-5 caught<-Continue]]

<<set $L to 10>>\ You continue looking through the hole in the door, seeing the girls as they continue to change. With one hand, you take out your penis and beginning to stroke. They’ve now begun putting on the rest of their ballet outfits. They step into their leotard, all of which match their hosiery, and pull it up. But with how taut the fabric is, the view of their breasts is hardly ruined. Then, they complement the outfit with the customary puffy tutu. It’s made of several sheer layers that stack on one another, until they’re almost horizontal. The item is so feminine, not only from the color, but the way it reveals so much of the wearer’s leg, and also how it’s still somewhat transparent. Even from your poor angle, you can make out the bodysuit beneath the tutu. To complete the outfit, they slip into their golden flats, which look like they provide zero support, but do leave plenty of their feet exposed. [img[Images/P - Ballet 2.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Ballet 3.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Ballet 4.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Ballet 5.jpg]] You can feel the climax approaching when something gets your attention. "Have you seen the keys to the hall?" "I think there may be a spare in the storage room." Your face gets redder and your heart beats faster at hearing this, and your brain goes into panic mode. Amongst the chaos of the room, you try to find a potential hiding spot. "Not to worry, I've found it! Okay girls, get in the hall and start warming up." Relief instantly washes over your body, but you can't help but feel disappointed that you've missed the rest of the show. With the changing room emptying of people, there’s no longer anything to masturbate to. All you can see from your tiny hole is a lifeless locker room. Once you're sure the hallway is clear, you head for the room's door. [[1-5 caught<-Continue]]

<<set $L to $L + 6>>\ You look out the hole in the door, seeing the girls continuing to undress. They’ve now begun putting on the rest of their ballet outfits. They step into their leotard, all of which match their hosiery, and pull it up. But with how taut the fabric is, the view of their breasts is hardly ruined. Then, they complement the outfit with the customary puffy tutu. It’s made of several sheer layers that stack on one another, until they’re almost horizontal. The item is so feminine, not only from the color, but the way it reveals so much of the wearer’s leg, and also how it’s still somewhat transparent. Even from your poor angle, you can make out the bodysuit beneath the tutu. To complete the outfit, they slip into their golden flats, which look like they provide zero support, but do leave plenty of their feet exposed. [img[Images/P - Ballet 2.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Ballet 3.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Ballet 4.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Ballet 5.jpg]] You are lost in your fantasies when you hear something that gets your attention. "Have you seen the keys to the hall?" "I think there may be a spare in the storage room." Your face gets redder and your heart beats faster at hearing this, and your brain goes into panic mode. Amongst the chaos of the room, you try to find a potential hiding spot. "Not to worry, I've found it! Okay girls, get in the hall and start warming up." Relief instantly washes over your body, but you can't help but feel disappointed that you've missed the rest of the show. You wait until you see that the girls have all left before opening the closet and then leaving yourself. [[1-5 caught<-Continue]]

<<set $GrayR to $GrayR -1>>\ You click the door shut behind you, only to wish you had stayed in there. Standing toweringly over you is Miss $Gray , who’s clearly seen you exit the girl’s locker room. //FUCK// Caught red handed, her stoic face devolves into one of anger as she realizes what you were doing. "Miss $Gray I swear I can exp.." "Come with me." In just three words she’s filled your heart with terror, and you have no choice but to follow her heels. She shepherds you, not to the principal's office, but her own classroom. "I swear I wa..." you can barely begin before she cuts you off. "Enough. I know exactly what you were doing. You are completely governed by your little "thing" and I will not have it in this school. And before you begin explaining that this is your last day here, plans change." "What!?" "As of right now, you are a full time student of Farrix." "WHAT!? You don't have the power to do this!" "Who has the power is out of the question. Whether you complain or not, you will be a student here for a long time to come. And if anyone doesn't have power, it’s you." [[1-5 Argue<-Argue back]] [[1-5 Apologize<-Relent][$GrayR to $GrayR + 1]]

The moment you walk into room 68, Miss $Gray ‘s terrifying eyes are locked on you. She says nothing to calm your nerves as you approach her desk in complete silence. "$name , would you please explain to me why you feel it is appropriate for you, a “man”, to sneak into the women’s changing room?" "What? I didn't do that!" She rotates her monitor so that you can see it. Playing is a video of you suspiciously entering the locker room on Monday. The way you’re nervously looking around as you do is as incriminating as a set of fingerprints. //But it's not like I went ahead and spied on them!// "I can expl..." you begin, only to be instantly cut off. "Save it. As disgusting as that video is, I was horrified when I heard what else you did there.” //What!?// Miss $Gray then takes out a small, transparent bag from under her desk. What's inside is unmistakable, especially to you. It's a handful of tissues - cum stained tissues. She stares at you, almost daring you to try to defend yourself. "I swear that wasn't me!" She doesn't reply, but you understand why. Even though you didn't use them, someone made sure that it looks like you did. "Your behavior is completely unforgivable. You are completely governed by your little "thing" and I will not have it in this school. And before you begin explaining that this is your last day here, plans change." "What!?" "As of right now, you are a full time student of Farrix." "WHAT!? You don't have the power to do this!" "Who has the power is out of the question. Whether you complain or not, you will be a student here for a long time to come. And if anyone doesn't have power, it’s you." [[1-5 Argue<-Argue back]] [[1-5 Apologize<-Relent][$GrayR to $GrayR + 1]]

"This can't be happening. I'll tell your boss what you're doing!" She bursts out laughing. "You are so cute when you try to argue. You think I’m the one who decided you’ll be staying here? Complain to whoever you wish, but they’ll laugh in your face just as much as I am. From now on, you will be a student at Farrix. Whether it’s easy or not is up to you. But I meant more when I said you don't have the power here." “What do you mean?" [[1-5 chastity<-Continue]]

You decide to stop arguing, realizing that it will do no good in getting you out of this situation. Miss $Gray smiles at seeing your easy submission. Maybe it would have been better to argue, and show you have a backbone, or maybe that would give her cause to berate you more. "Good. I see you understand your situation. A pity you couldn't realize it sooner. But I meant more when I said you don't have the power here." "What do you mean?" [[1-5 chastity<-Continue]]

[img[Images/P - Gray Kiss 1.jpg]] “I’m sure a sexless loser like you has wasted away days jerking your little stick to porn.“ She reaches into her handbag, pulling out a black cardboard box. "So I'm sure you've seen a lot of toys." Your face grows redder by the second as she begins opening the box. "They can be used for many things: pleasure, pain or even...restraint." She rests on this final point for a second before showing you what was inside. Her assumption about your porn consumption was brutally true, so you can recognize what she’s clutching in her hands, like a witch with a poisoned apple. It’s a chastity cage. [img[Images/CC1.jpg]] "Let me be clear. You will be required to this cage at all times while on Farrix grounds." “Wha…what? You can’t be serious! You can’t make me wear that thing!” "Oh, but I am. This is your future, whether you like it or not." With your tongue paralyzed from confusion, you now notice something painfully embarrassing. If there was anything that you didn’t need to add to the situation, it was an erection. But struggling against your pants is exactly that. Miss $Gray observes it too, much to her amusement. <<if $StoleLipstick is 0>>[[1-5 chastity 2<-Continue]]<</if>>\ <<if $StoleLipstick is 1>>[[1-5 chast 2 and lip<-Continue]]<</if>>

"Excellent. Additionally, you will need to wear it over the weekend to ensure it fits right. You will wear it to school everyday, and you will give me the key in the morning, which I’ll let you retrieve at the end of day. Before you wear it though, we’ll have to do something about that." She then nods towards your straining penis. Upon hearing all of this, you can't help but be frozen in place, so Miss $Gray gets up and walks to you, unzipping your pants and pulling them down. <<if $CL[1] is 1>>Your face goes redder than you thought it ever could. Miss $Gray looks at your crotch, and a wide smile grows across her lips. You’re sure she’s using all her strength to stop from laughing. Today was the wrong day to wear $Ash 's panties. "Perhaps you fit in at Farrix more than I thought you did." //This can't be happening// Encouraging you to deal with your erection, Miss $Gray pulls down the top of your pink panties, revealing your somehow still hard cock.\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 101>>Encouraging you to deal with your erection, Miss $Gray pulls down the top of your boxers.<</if>> Even in your erect state, your penis is less than impressive, which only adds to your embarrassment. <<if $GrayR gt -2>>Suddenly, Miss $Gray grabs it. You instantly look up at her, and she starts slowly rubbing your hard dick. //I can't believe this is what caused someone to touch my penis for the first time// She continues jacking you off, and you can barely concentrate. It’s just like the first time you could use your dick for masturbation, only much more intense. Her feminine hand feels divine on you, while the sight of such an attractive woman, with the confidence to wield that beauty, makes it hard to not cum right away. Every part of her that you can see demands respect, or lust. From her skyscraper heels, to her dress, she somehow takes an attractive, tough typical working woman’s outfit, and turns it into a look of beauty that not even lingerie could achieve. Even her red nails wrapped around your dick seem to magnetize your eyes with their dominant aura. You are about to cum when her hand slows back down, and you are left begging to cum. With a puppy-like look in your eyes, you plead for her to continue in between gasps for breath. In response, she gives a wicked smile, before picking up the pace. You can feel the moment approaching, though you try to prolong the experience as long as possible. But if Miss $Gray wants you to finish, she isn’t going to give you a choice. Moaning like a whore, you have the most powerful orgasm of your life staring into the eyes of Miss $Gray. The two of you look down to see puddles of your jizz covering her legs. She smiles at it, while you violently return to the reality of the situation.\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1>>"Well start stroking then!" In this state, you can't imagine arguing with her, so you obediently do as she says, not like you wouldn’t kill to jerk off in front of an actual woman. She teases and taunts you while you continue jerking off, and you can barely concentrate. The sight of such an attractive woman, with the confidence to wield that beauty, makes it hard to not cum right away. Her outfit seems to tease you so much, while revealing so little. You can’t see her breasts, but they’re almost bursting against the thin material of her blouse. Her skirt, while tantalizingly short, doesn’t let you see more than you should, or rather, what you’d want to see. You can only beg for a panty shot, but instead, you can’t even tell if she’s wearing stockings or pantyhose. And the way her feet are nestled into her shoes allows you to see some of them, but not even her toes, or the bottom of her feet. You want to instinctively prolong this sexual experience as long as you possibly could, but it’s impossible because of your teacher. Moaning like a whore, you have the most powerful orgasm of your life staring into the eyes of Miss $Gray. The two of you look down to see puddles of your jizz covering her legs. She smiles at it, while you violently return to the reality of the situation.<</if>> [[1-5 Chastity 3<-Continue]]

<<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1>>\ <<set $LipstickC to 1>>\ <<set $App to 0>>\ "Excellent. Additionally, you will need to wear it over the weekend to ensure it fits right. You will wear it to school everyday, and you will give me the key in the morning, which I’ll let you retrieve at the end of day. Before you wear it though, we’ll have to do something about that." She then nods towards your straining penis. Upon hearing all of this, you can't help but be frozen in place, so Miss $Gray gets up and walks to you, unzipping your pants and pulling them down. <<if $CL[1] is 1>>Your face goes redder than you thought it ever could. Miss $Gray looks at your crotch, and a wide smile grows across her lips. You’re sure she’s using all her strength to stop from laughing. Today was the wrong day to wear $Ash 's panties. "Perhaps you fit in at Farrix more than I thought you did." //This can't be happening// Encouraging you to deal with your erection, Miss $Gray pulls down the top of your pink panties, revealing your somehow still hard cock.\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 101>>Encouraging you to deal with your erection, Miss $Gray pulls down the top of your boxers.<</if>> Even in your erect state, your penis is less than impressive, which only adds to your embarrassment. <<if $GrayR gt -2>>"Oh but how could I forget? $name , that isn't all. How much of a depraved pervert do you have to be to steal MY lipstick from MY bag?" //Can this get any worse?// "Did you not think I would notice? Did you think it would escape my mind that after leaving you alone with my bag, my makeup goes mysteriously missing? You really are a naive, misguided fool." As she finishes her point, she grabs your penis. You instantly look up at her, and she starts slowly rubbing your hard dick. //I can't believe this is what caused someone to touch my penis for the first time.// She continues jacking you off, and you can barely concentrate. That's why you’re taken by surprise when you look up to see she has a different tube of lipstick in her other hand. She takes off the lid and swivels up the waxy inside, which she holds up to her lips and applies, showing you the bright red color of it, before sitting on top of her desk while still teasing you with her hand. "Don't you think this lipstick is so sexy?" She asks in an impossibly lascivious tone. You nod, still mesmerized by her handjob. [img[Images/Apply lipstick.jpg]] "I'm glad you agree." She then moves the lipstick to your lips and applies it, before telling you to rub your lips slowly together. Filled with sexual thoughts, you blindly do as you’re told. "I really do love this shade" she says, as her hand goes faster, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. "But I cannot forget what you did by stealing from me. So I think you owe me an apology." "Sor.." She instantly cuts you off. "You may use your lips, but I don't want to hear a single word." Even if you weren't on the sexual edge right now, you don't think you would be able to understand. That's when Miss $Gray takes off her high heels, revealing her nylon-clad feet, and red toes. [img[Images/P - Gray Kiss 2.jpg]] "Well, what are you waiting for?"\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1>>"Oh but how could I forget? $name , that isn't all. How much of a depraved pervert do you have to be to steal MY lipstick from MY bag?" //Can this get any worse?// "Did you not think I would notice? Did you think it would escape my mind that after leaving you alone with my bag, my makeup goes mysteriously missing? You really are a naive, misguided fool." She slaps you, giving you yet another reason to be red in the face. "Now start jerking!" Drunk with lust, you as commanded. You keep jerking as she taunts you, but most of your efforts are dedicated to not cuming, since you want to prolong this moment as long as possible. That's why you’re taken by surprise when you look up to see she has a different tube of lipstick in her other hand. She takes off the lid and swivels up the waxy inside, which she holds up to her lips and applies, showing you the bright red color of it, before sitting on top of her desk while still teasing you with her hand. "Don't you think this lipstick is so sexy?" She asks in an impossibly lascivious tone. You nod, still mesmerized by the situation. [img[Images/Apply lipstick.jpg]] "I'm glad you agree." She then moves the lipstick to your lips and applies it, before telling you to rub your lips slowly together. Filled with sexual thoughts, you blindly do as you’re told. "I really do love this shade. But I cannot forget what you did by stealing from me. So I think you owe me an apology." "Sor.." She instantly cuts you off. "You may use your lips, but I don't want to hear a single word." Even if you weren't on the sexual edge right now, you don't think you would be able to understand. That's when Miss $Gray takes off her high heels, revealing her nylon-clad feet, and red toes. “Well, what are you waiting for?”<</if>> [[1-5 Chast 2 lip kiss<-Kiss her feet]] [[1-5 Chast 2 lip no kiss<-Refuse to kiss her feet]]

<<if $FFeet is 1>><<set $FootFetish to $FootFetish + 1>><</if>>\ [img[Images/P - Gray Kiss 3.jpg]] <<if $GrayR gt -3>>Whilst still receiving the magnificent handjob, though Miss $Gray has tortuously slowed down until you follow her order, you move your head down to her raised foot. With your sticky, painted lips, you plant a kiss on her nylon covered foot, leaving a humiliating print behind. But when you look up at her, she clearly isn’t impressed. Wanting her approval, you lean back down, where you smooch both of her feet several times over, until she finally seems to be satisfied. "Good boy." You can't help but feel belittled by all this, but you’re too horny to care. Her hand gets faster, and you are moments away from cumming when you look at her grinning face. You have the most powerful orgasm of your life staring into the eyes of Miss $Gray. The two of you look down to see puddles of your jizz covering her legs. She smiles at it, while you violently return to the reality of the situation.\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -2>>Whilst still masturbating with one hand, you move your head down to her raised foot. With your sticky, painted lips, you plant a kiss on her nylon covered foot, leaving a humiliating print behind. But when you look up at her, she clearly isn’t impressed. Wanting her approval, you lean back down, where you smooch both of her feet several times over, until she finally seems to be satisfied. "Good boy." You can't help but feel belittled by all this, but you’re too horny to care. She tells you to jerk to the edge, and you are moments away from cumming when you look at her grinning face. You have the most powerful orgasm of your life staring into the eyes of Miss $Gray. The two of you look down to see puddles of your jizz covering her legs. She smiles at it, while you violently return to the reality of the situation.<</if>> [[1-5 Chastity 3<-Continue][$GrayR to $GrayR + 1]]

<<set $SpatOn to $SpatOn + 1>>\ Struggling to refuse verbally, it is only through your grunts and inaction that Miss $Gray realizes you won't do what she asked. "How Disappointing. I generously give you the opportunity to redeem yourself and you let your pride get in the way." As much as her words hurt you, it isnot until you look up, only to have her spit on your face, that you feel truly defeated. "Most people would be begging to kiss such a beautiful woman's feet. You will certainly learn in time." <<if $GrayR gt -3>>With your refusal, you think her patience may have worn thin. Her hand gets faster, and you are moments away from cumming when you look at her grinning face. You have the most powerful orgasm of your life staring into the eyes of Miss $Gray. The two of you look down to see puddles of your jizz covering her legs. She smiles at it, while you violently return to the reality of the situation.\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -2>>With your refusal, you think her patience may have worn thin. She tells you to jerk faster, and you are moments away from cumming when you look at her grinning face. You have the most powerful orgasm of your life staring into the eyes of Miss $Gray. The two of you look down to see puddles of your jizz covering her legs. She smiles at it, while you violently return to the reality of the situation.<</if>> [[1-5 Chastity 3<-Continue][$GrayR to $GrayR - 1]]

<<set $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1>>\ <<set $L to 0>>\ <<set $S to $S - 2>>\ <<set $CC1 to 3>>\ As the cum on your teacher's legs begins to dry, you realize that you are in a very real room, with a very real teacher, and this isnot a fantasy. Miss $Gray lets you rest for a moment before reminding you of your new school situation. She grabs the chastity cage from her desk before kneeling in front of you, in what would normally be a very sexual position, but this is quite the opposite of that. She fits the ring around your tired cock and balls, before taking the plastic tube and connecting it to the ring. She ensures the lock works correctly before standing back up. The transparent cage allows you a perfect view of your penis, but when you reach down and touch it, you feel a totally alien material. [img[Images/P - Chastity cage transparent.jpg]] <<if $CL[1] is 101>>Miss $Gray pulls your boxers up, leaving you to see the clear outline of your new jewelry.\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls your panties delicately up over your new piece of jewelry. Through the thin material of $Ash 's panties, you can very clearly see the outline of the chastity cage. To your surprise, Miss $Gray even plants a small kiss on top of your caged and pantied penis.<</if>> Your teacher, as if she hadn’t asserted her control enough today, takes the small metallic key from the box, and places it around her necklace. "I hope I do not need to remind you of your situation. Hopefully, this device will do its job over the weekend, and by Monday, you wouldn't dream of perving on any girls." Without sexual hormones playing tricks on your mind, you realize how bizarre the situation is, and just how little power you have. "But wait, what if there's a problem with it? What if it hurts? Or itches? Or.." "I'll know if it does." She calmly assures. "But how?" "Do not worry, $name , if there's a serious issue, I will know." //How could she possibly know? This thing is made out of plastic, so it's not like she would be told electronically// "Is there something else you need?" You are left utterly perplexed by the whole situation, but you decide to leave, even if it's just to avoid angering Miss $Gray. It’s not like begging would change her mind anyway. [[1-5f<-Leave]]

<<set $H to 17>>\ [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] You walk out of Farrix and head home. Before you begin that journey though, a soft hand places itself on your shoulder. It’s $Ash . <<if $StoleLipstick is 1>><<set $AshR to $AshR + 1>><<set $W1A2 to 1>>"Hey $name , wait, are you wearing lipstick?" Your face once more turns a familiar shade of red. You are about to give some lame excuse when she interjects "I think you look cute with it on. Anyway, how come you're leaving so late?"\ <<elseif $StoleLipstick is 0>><<set $W1A1 to 1>>"Hey, $name ! What are you leaving so late for?"<</if>> "I had a... meeting with Miss $Gray . Turns out I'm going to be a full time student at Farrix." Her face lights up at hearing your news "Really? That's awesome!" She rushes in to give you a hug. "But how come?" "It's kind of complicated..." "Oh, right. So if you're going to be at Farrix, would you like to hang out some more? You can come to my house before school on Monday if you want." This time your face lights up. "I would love to.” She allows you to walk her home so that you know where she lives. Thankfully, it’s between your house and Farrix, so it won’t be a detour. “Oh right, I almost forgot!” She removes your phone from its pocket without asking for consent, and taps around. Your heart panics that maybe your pervy nature will be exposed to your one friend, but when she hands it back, it’s revealed that her intentions were innocuous, as she’s only added herself as a contact on Flashchat. If she did see something disagreeable, she shows no sign of it. <<if $AshR gt 2>>You two say goodbye to each other. As you are about to walk away, she pulls you in for a kiss, and you can even see a lipstick print you left behind on her lips. Looking at your lips once more, she gives you another compliment about it before waving goodbye.\ <<elseif $AshR lt 3>>You two say goodbye to each other. As you are about to walk away, she gives you a teasing kiss on the cheek before heading inside.<</if>> //What an eventful week// [[Room 0<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] <<if $S gt 9>>You feel too stressed to not go straight home<</if>>\ <<if $S lt 10>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>>

<<set $HF1 to 2>>\ <<set $W2H1 to 1>>\ <<set $HannahFridayTalk to 0>>\ [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] $Hannah is sinking into the couch after an undoubtedly exhaustive week of work. The TV is on, playing some interchangeable trashy show, but your step sister is much more interested in her phone, which she’s using to browse for perfume. "Hey $name . How was your first week in our neck of the woods?" "Eventful" you laugh. The response doesn’t do the truth justice, but you’re still comprehending everything that’s happened anyway. "It turns out I'm going to be attending Farrix for the rest of the year." “I know. Your tutor, what’s her name, Miss $Gray (?) called and warned me. She seems lovely.” //Lovely. Right.// "How do you feel about that?" [[Hannah Friday 1a<-Complain]] [[Hannah Friday 1b<-Be optimistic]]

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$CL[2] is 101>>[img[Images/C/HM 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 1>>[img[Images/C/H2 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 2>>[img[Images/C/H1 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 3>>[img[Images/C/H3 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 4>>[img[Images/C/H4 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 21>>[img[Images/C/H11 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 22>>[img[Images/C/H12 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 23>>[img[Images/C/H15 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 24>>[img[Images/C/H16 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 25>>[img[Images/C/H14 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 26>>[img[Images/C/H13 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 27>>[img[Images/C/H17 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 41>>[img[Images/C/H10 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 42>>[img[Images/C/H7 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 43>>[img[Images/C/H6 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 44>>[img[Images/C/H8 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 45>>[img[Images/C/H5 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 46>>[img[Images/C/H9 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $Start is 0>><<else>>[img[Images/C/White 400.jpg]]<</if>> <hr> <<if $Fem lt 19>>[img[Images/R - Razor blue.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/R - Razor pink.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $Razors is 0>>You don't have enough razors to shave.<<else>>You have $Razors razors.<</if>> <<if $Razors gt 0 and $H lt 23 and $H gt 7 and $Fem gt 14>>[[Shave legs]] - <</if>> <<if $ShaveLegs is 0>>Your legs are still incredibly smooth, leaving you feeling luxuriously sexy.\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs gt 100>>Your leg hair is like that of any other man.\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs gt 7>>Your neglected legs look like those of a typical man's.\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs gt 4>>Your legs are starting to both feel and look hairy.\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs gt 0>>Your legs are still silky smooth.<</if>> <hr> <<if $Pills gt 0>>[img[Images/Pill event.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $PillsD is 1>>It's not safe to take anymore pills today.\ <<elseif $Fem gt 36>>[[Pills<-Take pills][$Pills to $Pills + 1, $M to $M + 15, $PillsD to 1]]<</if>> <<if $Pills is 0>>[img[Images/Tits 1.jpg]] Your flat, manly chest lacks any definition.\ <<elseif $Pills is 1>>[img[Images/Tits 1.jpg]] The bottle of boob pills $Ash gave you lives inconspicuously in a cabinet, still untouched by you.\ <<elseif $Pills lt 6 and $Pills gt 0>>[img[Images/Tits 1.jpg]] The bottle of boob pills that $Ash instructed you to use have yet to show any effect.\ <<elseif $Pills lt 13 and $Pills gt 0>>[img[Images/Tits 2.jpg]] As if from a nightmare, you have a pair of small, A cup boobs hanging on your chest.\ <<elseif $Pills lt 20 and $Pills gt 0>>[img[Images/Tits 3.jpg]] Your developing body sports 2 fair, B cup boobs.\ <<elseif $Pills gt 19>>[img[Images/Tits 4.jpg]] The C cup boobs resting on your chest are easily noticeable in the mirror, but are also easy, and fun, to observe for everyone else.<</if>> <hr> <<if $PaintedFingers is 0>>Your fingernails are unnoteworthy.\ <<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 7>>Your fake nails are still long and pointy.\ <<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 5>>Your painted nails are still in pristine condition.\ <<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 2>>Your painted nails are beginning to show the signs off everyday life by their chipped tips.\ <<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 0>>Your painted nails are heavily showing wear and tear. They’re just as much painted as they aren’t.<</if>> <<if $PaintedToes is 0>>Your toenails are natural and dull.\ <<elseif $PaintedToes gt 5>>Your painted toenails still look as though they’re fresh from a pampering pedicure.\ <<elseif $PaintedToes gt 2>>Your pedicured feet are showing signs of damage. Fortunately, there’s not much cause for people to see them.\ <<elseif $PaintedToes gt 0>>Your neglected toenails are begging for some love. The remnants of nails polish still cling to them, but they won’t be for much longer.<</if>> <<if $LipstickB is 1>>Your lips are tinted with a cute pink lipstick. <<elseif $LipstickC is 1 and $StoleLipstick is 1>>Your lips are tinted with your teacher’s red lipstick. It’s as sexy and vibrant as it is obvious<<elseif $LipstickC is 1 and $StoleLipstick is 0>>Your lips are tinted with a gorgeous shade of red.<<elseif $LipstickD is 1>>Your lips are tinted with a dark shade of red which straddles a tentative line between sexy and gothic.<<elseif $LipstickE is 1>>Your lips are tinted with an alternative shade of orange.<<elseif $LipstickF is 1>>Your lips are tinted with a gothic shade of purple.<<elseif $LipstickG is 1>>Your lips are tinted black like a true emo.<<elseif $LipstickA is 1>>Your lips are tinted with a nearly (but not quite) invisible shade of nude lipstick.<<else>>Your lips are unmarked.<</if>> <<if $BlushA is 1>>An adorable shade of pink blush decorates your cheeks.<<elseif $BlushB is 1>>A sultry shade of red blush decorates your cheeks.<<else>>Your cheeks are undecorated by any powder.<</if>> <<if $FoundationA is 1>>A perfect, second layer of skin is granted by the foundation you’re wearing. <</if>><<if $ConcealerA is 1>>Concealer helps to hide dark patches beneath your eyes. <</if>><<if $MascaraA is 1>>Painted dark and long, your eyelashes are undeniably lascivious. <</if>><<if $EyelinerA is 1>>A black waterline helps draw attention to your eyes. <</if>><<if $EyeshadowA is 1>>Well applied eyeshadow adds beauty to your eyes with attractive colors. <</if>><<if $PiercingEar is 1 and visited("Ash C3 12-")>>\ Your ears are still flaunting a pair of holes - a permanent reminder of your refusal to follow $Ash 's commands.\ <<elseif $PiercingEar is 1>> Your ears flaunt a pair of holes for storing decorative jewelry.<</if>>\ <<if $TattooArmsBear is 1>> Your forearm shows a cute display of your friendly, and totally not incredibly perverted and unfair, relationship with your teacher, $Gray2 .<</if>>\ <<if $TattooWombHeart is 1>> Your belly(or womb, if you had one) shows off an artful piece exemplifying the girlish essence forced upon you.<</if>>\ <<if $TattooAssAsh is 1>> Perhaps even more humiliating than your chastity cage, the tattoo on your ass procliaming you as property of $Ash will make any trip to the beach much more humiliating.<</if>>\ <<if $VoiceSurgery is 1>> The shape of your throat has been been permanently alterered thanks to the mad geniuses in the science department.<</if>>\ <<if $HeelSurgery is 1>> The musculature of your legs has will forever be tuned to the sound of high heels.\<</if>>

[img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] "This town is so stupid! Why do the schools here have to be separated by gender anyway?" "I agree, it's really backwards. Hopefully it’ll change in the future. But would you really rather be at an all boy’s school like Morton? I’m sure you’ve been spending this past week ogling your classmates to death.” You hope she would think that because you’re a guy in general, not for any reason specific to you. <<if visited("School 5-1 Screw 1") or visited("School 5-1 Cam 1")>> //If she only knew what I did earlier today…I think she’d kick me out the house//<</if>> “Hey! I’m not that bad!” “Yeah, that’s what all guys think, but you definitely couldn’t be as bad as some of the people I work with. I caught my boss checking me out 5 separate times today.” You do feel sympathy for $Hannah , even if you have been part of the issue she’s complaining about. That said, she’s still dressed in the outfit she wore to work today, complete with a tiny tight skirt, and a white blouse pressed tautly against her breasts… [img[Images/P - Hannah 1.jpg]] You brush away those deviant thoughts, and return your head to the conversation. “I can imagine that would be infuriating.” “No kidding. He’s married too! I always thought guys would lose those tendencies after tying themselves down, but if anything, it’s the opposite.” The two of you decide to watch a movie together. $Hannah selects a horror movie fresh from the 80's. It's filled with blood, screams and even naked boobs. You thought it might get awkward seeing sex on TV with your step sister, but she seems to really enjoy it. [img[Images/Horror movie.jpg]] The B-rate movie did little to scare you, but $Hannah seems tired after, so she retires for the night, leaving you to go back to your room. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $HannahR to $HannahR + 1, $S to $S - 2]]

[img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] "It could be worse, I suppose. Actually, I think I even managed to make a friend." "Really?" $Hannah forgets to hide her shock. "Hey, don't act so surprised!" You laugh. "Have any girls caught your eye yet? Any special lady to bring home for me to meet?" You consider your relationship with $Ash . Neither of you have mentioned if you’re an item, but maybe that will change with you now being at Farrix full time. Of course, there might always be someone else there for you. You’ve only been there a week, after all. Realizing you may have been thinking it over for too long, you simply answer "not yet." “That’s fine. There’s enough time for something to develop. If anything, it’s probably a good thing you haven’t found someone so quickly. You don’t want to rush into something with a girl when you barely know her. People can be crazy, so figure them out first before you commit.” The two of you decide to watch a movie together. $Hannah selects a horror movie fresh from the 80's. It's filled with blood, screams and even naked boobs. You thought it might get awkward seeing sex on TV with your step sister, but she seems to really enjoy it. [img[Images/Horror movie.jpg]] The B-rate movie did little to scare you, but $Hannah seems tired after, so she retires for the night, leaving you to go back to your room. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $HannahR to $HannahR + 1, $S to $S - 2]]

<<set $LaundryDetergent to $LaundryDetergent - 1>>\ <<if $FabricSoftener is 0>><<set $I to $I + 15>><<else>><<set $I to $I + 30>><</if>>\ <<set $L to $L + 1>>\ <<set $WeekChores to $WeekChores + 1>>\ <<set $S to $S + 2>>\ <<if $S gt 9>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $C4 to 2>>\ <<if $ChoresPunish gt 9>><<set $S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1>>Per Miss $Gray ‘s demands, you ensure your maid uniform is flattering on your body. And thanks to the perverted genius of your step sister, there's not only a pair of ankle cuffs connecting your legs together, there's also a set of nipple clamps, painfully chewing on your breasts. [img[Images/Maid chore.png]]\ <<elseif $ChoresPunish gt 2>>Per Miss $Gray ‘s demands, you ensure your maid uniform is flattering on your body. And thanks to the perverted genius of your step sister, there's a pair of ankle cuffs connecting your legs together. [img[Images/Maid chore.png]]\ <<elseif $House gt 1>> Per Miss $Gray ‘s demands, you ensure your maid uniform is flattering on your body. [img[Images/Maid chore.png]]<</if>>\ <<if $Home is 5 or $Home is 6>>Washing $Jen ‘s clothing is a far more stressful task than washing $Hannah ‘s was, and is much more work than anyone but a high ranking official or actor deserves for clean apparel. Your roommate, however, insists that if you’re going to do it, then you should do it right. Extravagant items like fur coats and vintage scarfs are all needing a cleansing bath, though you’ve never seen $Jen wear or consider wearing them. Much the same are half of the shoes in her closet, which all require something of a polishing. Doing 3 loads of laundry does, however, tend to go much faster when one has access to just as many washing machines. Once the necessary colors are separated, it’s only a matter of turning the occasional dial and pressing a confirmation button.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>>One of the few areas of maintenance in your twisted household that $Ash actually cares about is the laundry. She doesn’t care enough to do it herself, naturally, not when she has you to do it for her. But by and large, as long as her clothes look clean, $Ash won’t raise an issue. You begin by compiling yours and hers clothes, both outerwear and lingerie. After sorting them into darks, lights and whites, you load them into the washing machine.\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>Whilst clean clothing isn’t the highest priority for you, $Hannah values fresh apparel greatly, but even that is eclipsed by Miss $Gray ‘s absolute requirement that all clothes washed, dried and ironed in the house be done so with the utmost care, and comes with the threat of a stiff spanking otherwise. To start off the chore, you compile yours, $Hannah ‘s and Miss $Gray ‘s dirty clothes. Of course, your teacher doesn’t think you should be trusted with her more intimate apparel. Even in your chastised state, you could easily dirty her panties with your precum, or so she claims. And her sway with $Hannah means that the only lingerie you get to wash today is your own. After sorting the outerwear that you’re actually allowed to handle into colors, you load them into the washing machine.\ <<elseif $Home is 0>>While clean clothes isn’t the highest priority for you, $Hannah values fresh smelling outfits for work, so she’s more than happy whenever you decide to do a load of laundry. You begin by compiling yours and hers clothes, then organize them by dark, light and white. After that, you toss one of the piles into the washing machine, adding a cleansing capsule to remove all the stubborn stains and bacteria, just as the box promises to. <</if>> [img[Images/Washing machine 1.jpg]] You hypnotically watch the clothes spin about the drum so enticingly. Each time the drum revolves, the clothes lap back on themselves, like an ouroboric amalgamation of attire. <<if $Home is 2>>The spiral looks so familiar… <</if>>The process is repeated with the other groups of clothes, whilst the previous load dries. And after the final set of clothing is done drying, you set about ironing them. <<if $Home gte 3 and $Home lte 4 and $AshTidy is 0 and $Dress7 is 0>><<set $Dress7 to 1>>Amongst the collection of questionably organized clothes, there’s one item in particular that grabs your attention. It’s hard to say why it captivates you - every skirt, dress and pair of pants that $Ash owns manages to, particularly when she’s wearing them, but this one seems extra special. It’s the littlest black dress, decorated with white spots spaced evenly throughout. “You found that old thing.” $Ash laughs, seeing your inspect the dress. “It’s been ages since I last wore it. I was beginning to wonder where it had gotten to.” “Why don’t you like it anymore?” “Well, you know that I love short little dresses and skirts, but this thing is just too small. Nevermind just seeing the hem of my panties, in this, you’d be able to see the tops of them too. Short is great, but this thing is just too much.” “Oh.” It’s a shame you never got to see $Ash in it, though maybe it’s also a good thing. You’d be like putty in her manipulative hands. She plays with it a little. “Still, it’d be a shame to throw something so nice away, wouldn’t it? You can have it.” “Me? Why wouldn’t it be even shorter when I wear it?” “It will, but it’s cute when a sissy dresses up like that. Besides, you don’t need to pretend anymore, $name . We both know you love wearing things like this. Stick it in your closet, and wear it as much as your heart desires. We both know that means a lot.” You received a new dress!\ <<elseif $Home is 5 or $Home is 6>>The ironing, sadly, doesn't have a quick work around, and turns the initially calm chore, into a tiresome few hours.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>>$Ash ‘s skimpy choice in clothing isnot only hot when it’s on her, but useful when you have to iron it. Methodically, you remove the creases in her tube tops, tiny skirts and whorish dresses. Then you do the same with your own, slightly less slutty items. Putting the clothes away proves surprisingly hard, especially when it comes to the lingerie, but eventually, you’re able to remember whose thong is whose, and rest after having done your task.\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>[img[Images/Maid WalkG.gif]] Between the three of you, there’s a lot of clothing that needs to be ironed, and with Miss $Gray ‘s meticulousness ringing in your ears, you end up ironing pieces of clothing multiple times each. Eventually though, you’ve cleaned all of the clothing in the house that needed to be cleaned. Since Miss $Gray doesn’t let you into the closet or drawers in her and $Hannah ‘s room, you simply leave their clothing on the bed, and put your own away.\ <<elseif $Home is 0>>Ironing the clothes proves annoyingly hard. Of course, you don’t have to iron $Hannah ‘s lingerie, but fondling the skirt where her pussy and ass have rested, or the blouse which her breasts have struggled against, is irresistiblehard to resist After struggling through that tease, you put the clothes away, exhausted from your task. <</if>> <<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return][$H to $H + 3]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2 and $ChoresPunish gt 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return]][$H to $H + 4]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return][$H to $H + 3]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return][$H to $H + 3]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return][$H to $H + 3]]<</if>> <<if $LaundryDetergent is 0>>You're out of laundry detergent!<</if>>

<<set $Fem to 1>>\ [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]]<<if visited("School 2-1 Commando")>> Even in the fast moving corridors of Farrix, your head is lowered even more so that if someone does see your panties, you don’t have to deal with their reaction. <</if>> You head to your first lesson with Miss $Gray . With her new control over you, the lesson feels completely different. <<if $GrayR gt -1>>She acts like Friday's events aren't even in her memory, which only leads you to be more confused.\ <<elseif $GrayR lt 0>>She seems to be harsher to you today. She wants you to answer more questions than usual, and is harsher when you get them wrong.<<elseif $CL[1] is 1>>Throughout the lesson, $Ash looks at you constantly, with occasional glances to your butt, reminding you that she knows your secret.<</if>> <<if $GrayR lt -1>>At the end of the lesson, Miss $Gray subtly reminds you to visit her at the end of the day. //Finally! Freedom!// She also tells you that she wants you to come to her room at lunch. //Hooray! Detention!//\ <<else>>At the end of the lesson, Miss $Gray subtly reminds you to visit her at the end of the day.<</if>> <<if $AshR gt 1 and $GrayR gt -2>>The lesson ends, and you walk out with $Ash . The two of you talk for a while, and she says you should meet outside room 68 again at lunch to hang out, before you head in different directions to go to your next lesson.\ <<elseif $AshR gt 1>>The lesson ends, and you walk out with $Ash . It's a pleasant conversation, but it ends unfortunately quickly once you have to go to your next lesson.\ <<elseif $AshR lt 2>>The lesson ends. As you are about to look to your left to talk to $Ash , you realize that she has already left.<</if>> [[2-1c Lesson<-Continue]]

<<set $Fem to 3>>\ <<set $AshR to $AshR + 1>>\ <<set $L to $L + 1>>\ <<set $H to 8>>\ <<set $M to 0>>\ <<set $CC1 to 3>>\ You ensure your chastity cage is secure and locked, as per Miss $Gray 's instructions, before you head to school. Before going to Farrix, you go to $Ash 's house, not knowing what to expect. [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] Just as you are about to knock on the door, $Ash opens it, and greets you inside. You once again go upstairs to her room. As soon as she shuts the door behind you, she rushes up to you and puts her arms around you. She looks up at you seductively. "Did you wear them?" You reply with a nervous nod, and she replies with a smile. "Can I see them?" <<if $AshR gt 2>>You unzip your pants, as she confirms that you are wearing her panties and she thanks you with a kiss.<</if>>\ <<if $AshR lt 3>>You slowly go to unzip your pants, but $Ash is too impatient, so she pulls your pants down for you. "Hey!" You try to argue, but she is too interested in what you are wearing.<</if>> "Thank you $name . You have no idea how sexy I find you right now." Her hands move over your body, and rest on your butt. "But do you want to know what I would find even sexier?" "What's that?" "I would just love it if you weren't wearing my own panties, but your own." "What!?" "You heard me. I want you to get your own pair of panties. I don't care how or where you get them from. I want to know you're serious about wanting me. Don't you think it's quite an easy thing to do if it means you get to touch me?" You nod, mesmerised as she teases you with her body. Her teasing movement then stops. "Excellent! Come here again before school and I'll show you how appreciative I can be." With that promise, your mind is made up. //I can't imagine how humiliating it would be to buy them from the mall, so that's not an option, but I do know $Hannah will be at work for a few hours after I finish school.// [[2-2b<-Continue]]

<<set $Panties1 to 1, $CL[1] to 1>>\ <<set $WornPanties to 1>>\ <<set $W2A1 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>\ Realizing you have no other choice, you agree with her. "Okay then." "You want to wear my panties?" She asks, as if she wanted you to say it. "Well it's the only option." She goes to her bedside drawer and searches for a moment before taking out a pair of pink knickers, and handing them to you. [img[Images/C - Panties - pink.png]] "Do they have to be pink?" "Sorry" she replies, shrugging her shoulders. You pull the panties up to your waist, thankful to be covering your cage again. Looking in $Ash 's mirror, you see yourself. Bizarrely, you can't help but be somewhat turned on, but you choose to believe that’s only because of the lady in the room. And she seems comparably turned on herself. "Wow. You look really cute!" //Just what every man wants to be// You're surprised that she sounds genuine, and she even gives you another kiss of encouragement. "In fact, I think I want to see you like this more." "Wait, really?" "Yes, why don't you come here again tomorrow? And be wearing these sexy panties." You agree, realizing you would do worse to get closer to a girl far less into you.. After that, you pull your pants up, ensuring your zipper is up, and leave for Farrix with $Ash . [[2-1b<-Continue]]

<<set $AshR to $AshR - 1>>\ <<set $Panties1 to 1, $CL[1] to 1>>\ <<set $WornPanties to 1>>\ <<set $W2A2 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>\ "No thanks, I'll pass." "Are you sure?" "I think I'll survive for one day without underwear." “Wait, are you sure? It’s not a great idea for your skin, you know, and I have some plain panties…” “It’ll be fine, but thanks anyway.” She seems a little saddened, but then she seems to empathize with your situation. “I suppose you’re right. I’ll help you with your zipper then.” Admittedly, you don’t understand why she’d think you’d need help, but you won’t complain if she wants to go near your dick again. You can barely see her finger as she moves up to your flier, but that’s when you hear something distinct, and feel unexpected pressure on your pants. $Ash looks up, with an apologetic grin etched across her face. “Sorry.” In her hand is the small zip that she was toying with. Somehow, she managed to rip it off. “I don’t know how it happened. Sometimes I just don’t know my own strength.” When you inspect your flier, you’re disheartened to learn that it broke when it was unzipped - meaning someone could very well see inside your pants from the right angle. “That’s going to be a problem. People seeing your underwear is embarrassing, but having people see your penis? That’s exposure. Well, tough luck I suppose.” You know that’s she right. And even if it weren’t illegal, it would be incredibly humiliating if word got around school that you were in a chastity cage. Being the only boy at Farrix, you don’t need another reason for people to stare at you. You’re left with only one option. Fortunately, $Ash said they were pretty plain. “Wait, do you think I could have some of your underwear after all?” “Oh, my panties? Do you want to wear my panties now, $name ?” Furiously blushing, you have to pathetically utter what she wants you to hear. "Yes. Can I wear your panties…please?" She smiles at realizing you've come to your senses, before heading over to her underwear drawer, searching for a moment before tossing you a pair. [img[Images/C - Panties - pink.png]] What you catch sinks your heart once more. “I thought you said they were plain.” "They are. Now come on, we don’t want to be late for Miss $Gray , do we? Put your panties on and stop complaining.” You do as she suggests, putting on the panties beneath your pants. The small slither of pink at your crotch will hopefully go unnoticed. Sadly, your hand can’t keep it covered all day. That would be an even worse look. $Ash and you walk to Farrix together. [[2-1b<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 10>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> [[2-1d Lunch<-Continue][$H to 12]]

<<set $H to 16>>\ <<set $CC1 to 2>>\ The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you’re surprised, though thankful, when the final bell rings, signaling that students can go home. Unless, of course, they are locked in a chastity cage, in which case they must go see Miss $Gray . You enter room 68 after the class empties. "$name , how was your weekend in your little cage? Any problems with it?" //Well apart from the fact that my penis was locked up like a serial killer, no, there were no serious problems// "It's uncomfortable!" "Well maybe if you learned to control that little thing then that wouldn't be an issue. And I also wouldn't have to take these measures. But, as promised, I will give you the key. You will give it to me in our lesson tomorrow, and then you may have it back later." She slides the key across the table, and you hastily grab it. "Don't lose it" she jests. [img[Images/Gray key.jpg]] //Freedom!// You leave the classroom before Miss $Gray finds another way to ruin your day. <<if visited("School 2-1 Commando")>>[[2-1 Pants fix<-Finish the day]]<<else>>[[2-1f<-Finish the day]] <</if>>

<<if $L gt 10>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>[img[Images/P - Porn 1.jpg]] <<if $StraightPornEdge is 1>>As you feel your cock begin to familiarly twitch, you suddenly let go of it, ceasing all stimulation. If your cock had a voice, you’re sure it'd be yelling at you, but riding the edge feels so good, particularly when you repeat the process, which you decide countless times over the hour. Each somehow seems to get further than the last, yet you masterfully don’t cum. And each moment of riding the edge also seems to be more heavenly than the last. You only decide to stop when you don’t think you could control yourself anymore, and also seeing how long you sunk into your debauched activity. [[Computer<-Return][$StraightPornEdge to 0, $H to $H + 1, $L to $L + 2, $TimesEdged to $TimesEdged + 1]]\ <<elseif $StraightPornCum is 1>>The porn stars are now going at it like they’ve got a day left on earth. The man is fucking the girl at at least 200bpm, and each thrust between her legs and into her juicy vagina creates a slapping sound that’s still audible by the time he thrusts again. The loudest noise in the scene though is by far the woman’s moans, which the whole neighborhood could probably hear. But maybe the man is up for round 2, and he’ll pay the neighbors a visit later. Her moans crescendo as the man’s grunting gets more aggressive. The woman’s orgasm is obviously fake, but that doesn't stop you from getting off to her screaming, and you orgasm in unison with the man. While he got to use a woman as a condom, your load was shot into a bundle of tissues, which you then tossed in the trash, eager to forget another instance of watching porn followed by the inevitable post nut clarity. [[Computer<-Continue][$L to 0, $H to $H + 1, $S to $S - 2, $StraightPornCum to 0, $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1]]\ <<elseif $CC1 lt 2 and $CC2 lt 2 and $CC3 lt 2 or $CC2 is 4>>You look up “porn” on your browser, not even caring to add any adjectives to the search term. In a few seconds, there’s millions of teasing and tantalizing videos at your fingertips. You can only dream of getting through them all in a single lifetime, but that won’t stop you from trying. The video you decide upon, for no reason in particular, has, as all pornos do, a laughable story that’s just as likely to make you laugh as it is to make you cum. But after just a couple of minutes of the large breasted and large assed woman in the clip stripping, seducing and then sucking, you’ve forgotten all about the story. Your brain in fact, is in the passenger seat of controlling your body. Now, it’s your dick that’s in charge. It doesn't take long for you to approach the edge. [[Vanilla porn<-Edge][$StraightPornEdge to 1]] [[Vanilla porn<-Cum][$StraightPornCum to 1]]\ <<elseif $CC1 gt 1 or $CC2 gt 1 or $CC3 gt 1>>Looking for nothing special, you search for porn on your computer, and select one of the many videos at random that pop up. The woman in the video begins undressing, before teasing the massive cock of her man. The foreplay leaves him, and you, eager to touch your respective dicks. The man in the video, can, and does, while you’re left straining against the cruel material of your chastity cage, with. The most you can touch your dick is through the tiny slit that allows you to pee, but that’s not nearly enough physical stimulation for you to cum, even when the porn stars get properly to work. The closest you get to actual masturbation is through moving the cage pitifully up and down. Precum leaks from your locked cock, but that is the closest you will get to an orgasm with the cage equipped. After getting nowhere trying to get off, you give up. [[Porn<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $L to $L + 1]]<</if>>

<<set $AshSad to 1>>\ <<set $AshR to $AshR - 1>>\ <<set $H to 8>>\ <<set $M to 0>>\ <<set $CC1 to 3>>\ You ensure your chastity cage is secure and locked, as per Miss $Gray 's instructions, before you head to school. <<if $Fem is 1>>Since you aren't wearing her panties, you realize that $Ash won't react terribly well if you went to her house, so you decide to go straight to school.<</if>><<if $Fem is 3>>This broke<</if>> [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] You head to your first lesson with Miss $Gray . With her new control over you, the lesson feels completely different. At the start of the lesson, you head to her desk to slide her the key. She takes, but doesn't even look at you. $Ash soon walks in after you. You try to make eye contact, but she completely ghosts you, as she does for the rest of the lesson. <<if $GrayR gt -1>>Miss $Gray acts like Friday's events aren't even in her memory, which only leads you to be more confused.<</if>>\ <<if $GrayR lt 0>>Miss $Gray seems to be harsher to you today. She wants you to answer more questions than usual, and is harsher when you get them wrong.<</if>> <<if $GrayR lt -1>>At the end of the lesson, Miss $Gray subtly reminds you to visit her at the end of the day. //Finally! Freedom!// Miss $Gray also tells you that she wants you to come to her room at lunch. //Great.//\ <<else>>At the end of the lesson, Miss $Gray subtly reminds you to visit her at the end of the day.<</if>> When you look to your left to look at $Ash , you see she has already left before you have the chance to talk to her. [[2-2c Lesson<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 16>>\ <<set $CC1 to 2>>\ The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell rings, signaling that the students can go home. Unless, of course, they are locked in a chastity cage, in which case they must go see Miss $Gray . After room 68 empties off all the students, you enter to talk to the teacher. "Ah, $name , I'm glad to see you care about something" she teases, removing the chastity key from a drawer from her desk. "You will give it back to me in our lesson tomorrow, and then I will return it this time tomorrow." She then slides the key across the table, and you hastily grab it. "Don't lose it" she jests. [img[Images/Gray key.jpg]] //Freedom!// You leave the classroom before Miss $Gray finds another way to ruin your day. <<if visited("2-2a No panties")>>[[Ash panties toilet<-Finish the day]]<<else>>[[2-2f<-Finish the day]]<</if>>

<<set $AshSad to 0>>\ <<set $H to 16>>\ [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] You walk out the school, chastity key in pocket, wondering what to do with the rest of your day. [[Room 0<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] <<if $S gt 9>>You feel too stressed to not go straight home<</if>>\ <<if $S lt 10>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>>

<<set $Fem to 6>>\ <<set $AshR to $AshR + 1>>\ <<set $L to $L + 1>>\ <<set $HannahAsk to 1>>\ <<set $CC1 to 3>>\ <<set $W2A7 to 1>>\ You ensure your chastity cage is secure and locked, as per Miss $Gray 's instructions, before you head to school. Before going to Farrix, you go to $Ash 's house, not knowing what to expect. Just as you are about to knock on the door, $Ash opens it, and greets you inside. Once again, she leads you upstairs. [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] You take a seat on her bed and $Ash approaches you. "So, did you do it?" You nod, still nervous about her requests. "Are you wearing them now?" <<if $AshR gt 2>>"Can I see them?" She asks, and you unzip your pants. $Ash 's eyes light up as she sees your panties. "I love them!"\ <<elseif $AshR lt 3>>She then, without asking, unzips your pants. "They are so cute!"<</if>> She inspects the panties further. <<if $CL[1] is 2>>”The red lacy design is super sexy. I’m surprised you had the guts to go buy something so slutty, though. You really made me proud $name , and horny.”\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 4>>”Admittedly, I think they’re a little boring. Aside from the cute cut and the pink lining, they’re not that girly, or even cute, but you are still wearing panties.”\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 8>>”What a feminine style. Everything from the cut to the colors to the pattern suits you down to a tee. I think these panties are perfect!”\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 31>>“Wait, this is the thong I gave you yesterday!” //”Gave” is a funny way of putting it// “I specifically told you not to wear them.” She sighs. “Still, I suppose they’re feminine, more so than panties, even.” She giggles.<</if>> She leans in and gives you a kiss, clearly appreciating your efforts. "I don't know how I'll be able to keep my hands off you today." Her hands are all over you. "Please tell me you have the key to your chastity cage." <<if $L gt 6>>You're so horny that you can't even think about not unlocking you cage.\ <<elseif $L lt 7>>[[2-3 Key<-Lie, and don't give her the key]]<</if>> [[2-3 No Key<-Give her the key]]

You open the room to the master bedroom - $Hannah 's bedroom. You look around to see it is mostly tidy, another reason you're thankful that she is your housemate. The room doesn't have much character, which you chalk up to $Hannah 's busy life. You go to where you assume she keeps her underwear, in the bedside drawers. There are three drawers. You assume the top two are for her underwear, and the bottom is even more personal than that. <<if $StolePanties is 0>>[[Top drawer<-Look in the top drawer][$Fem to 4, $S to $S + 1]]<<else>>You've already stolen her panties<</if>> [[Middle drawer<-Look in the middle drawer]] [[Bottom drawer<-Look in the botton drawer]] [[Room 0<-Return]]

<<set $StolePanties to 1>>\ You open the top drawer. [img[Images/Hannah panties.png]] Inside, you see a mix of panties. There's a rainbow of colors and patterns, with some simple and dull black pairs, but also a surprisingly large mix of bright pairs. There's a mix of materials, with a few cotton pairs, but also many satin and silk pairs, which you find are pleasant to the touch. //Much softer than any of my underwear...// There's also a collection of styles, with some casual boyshorts and briefs, as well as a large amount of thongs and g-strings, which probably come in handy for all the tight dresses and skirts she wears to work. There’s so many that you figure one lost pair should go unnoticed. But now the question becomes, which one? [[Top drawer 2<-A pair of red panties][$Panties2 to 1]] [[Top drawer 2<-A pair of white panties][$Panties4 to 1]] [[Top drawer 2<-A pair of blue panties][$Panties8 to 1]]

You look in the middle drawer. You see what appears to be her sock drawer, at least, that's the most comparable thing you have. Inside her drawer, however, is mostly hosiery. There's a mix of tights, pantyhose and stockings, most of which are black or nude. Her few socks show the most personality, with cool patterns and designs. [img[Images/Pantyhose drawer.png]] [[Steal panties<-Close the drawer]]

Curious as to what you will find inside, you open the bottom drawer. Surprisingly, there are no sex toys, forbidden magazines or anything like it. In fact, it is completely empty. //Strange// [[Steal panties<-Close the drawer]]

<<set $L to $L + 3>>\ <<set $W2A4 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>\ "Actually, I don't have it. I mean, I forgot it. It’s at home." She moans in disappointment. "That is a shame. If my "thing" was locked up I'd make sure I always have the key on me." //If only I had that luxury// "Still, you did something for me" she says, teasing your caged penis through the panties "so maybe I can do something for you." You start to make out, and for a moment, you don't think she has any intention of stopping. You feel truly connected with her as her lusciously painted lips refuse to depart yours. She also can't help but continue rubbing your cage. You certainly couldn’t orgasm from the stimulation. If you could, it would make chastity far more bearable, and it doesn't do much to provide relief either, but it still feels nice. With an abrupt stop, she looks at the time. "We should probably get going - wouldn't want to be late for $Gray . But please, do me a favor, and wear them to school tomorrow. I'll have incredible dreams thinking about you if you do." After moaning something resembling agreement, you set off for Farrix together. [[2-3b Key<-Continue]]

<<set $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1>>\ <<set $LostKeys to 1>>\ <<set $CC1 to 3>>\ <<set $W2A3 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>\ You fish out the key to your chastity cage from a trusty pocket, and hand it to $Ash . Her smile widens at realizing what a powerful tool she possesses, but fortunately, she doesn’t want to do anything cruel like Miss $Gray . After she teasingly unlocks your cage, it doesn’t take long for your penis to grow to full size. She spits on her palm, and slowly takes a hold of your penis, which she begins to stroke with the haste and energy of a tired slug. But it’s not that she’s lazy. She just wants to see the desperation in your eyes. And when your pupils reveal your inner desire for her to go faster, she graciously relents, preparing to go faster. You try to brace yourself so that the handjob can go on even longer. //Come on, $name . Don't cum right away// <<if $L gt 8>><<set $AshR to $AshR - 1>>After only seconds of her slowly stroking you, there’s no mental gymnastics you can do to prevent the premature, though explosive and plentiful, expulsion of jizz. Even during the rush of hormones inside you, shame is plentiful since you barely lasted a minute in a girl’s hand. $Ash wasn't expecting it, so it goes over her arm, on the floor, and even a bit on her blouse. "Wow, $name , couldn't last long, could you?" She even lets out a small laugh. Her mockery only makes your face redder. She is, however, kind enough to lock your penis back in its cage, which you appreciate in your post-orgasmic battle of bliss and embarrassment. Noticing the dispersal of cum, particularly on her white blouse, she comments "shit, I need to try to get this out." Running, her feet lead her to the bathroom. //Really? I could only last 60 seconds?// $Ash returns after a moment, with a couple of wet patches on her white blouse "Maybe give me a warning next time?" She doesn’t sound upset, but a little irritated. "Sorry." //Well, it was only my first time with a girl//\ <<elseif $L gt 3>>She continues stroking you slowly for a while, before picking up the pace without warning. She notices you struggling to control yourself, and smiles at realizing the power she has over you, just like she realized at handling the key. "Getting close?" She mockingly asks. You delicately balance thoughts to stall your orgasm and fantasies of this situation. In front of you, images of a dozen other girls eager to stroke your cock get you closer to the edge, and reactively, you try to think of something off putting, like school. Farrix, with all the hot women there…Not long after she picks up the pace, you stop holding back, and release an explosive torrent of cum which decorates $Ash ‘s hand and arm. The way she handles your used cock tells you she’s more than familiar with them, which you're thankful for as she gently massages it. She’s even kind enough to help lock your penis back in its cage, which you appreciate in your post-orgasmic bliss. "Now that was a lot of cum $name ! You must have really needed that. I need to get this off my arm, I'll be back in a sec." She skips away to the bathroom, before quickly returning.\ <<elseif $L lt 4>>She continues stroking you slowly for a while, before picking up the pace without warning. She notices you struggling to control yourself, and smiles at realizing the power she has over you, just like she realized at handling the key. "Getting close?" She mockingly asks. You still have some stamina in you though, and manage to hold out for a few minutes. When $Ash realizes that she’ll have to pick up the pace once more to make you cum, she almost looks impressed. Stubbornly, as if not to be beaten, she drools into her hand some more, and uses that lubrication to take the handjob from a quickie, to a heavenly piece of 3rd base action. Pleased with yourself for making her metaphorically roll up her sleeves, you’re satisfied with what you got, and decide to not hold out any longer. $Ash smiles at you, letting you know she’s happy to receive your load, which she welcomes with a grin. Cum soars out of your dick and splats on her beautiful face, and her moans of satisfaction make it seem like she enjoyed the experience more than you did, which would be hard indeed. Your post orgasmic bliss is bolstered by the sexy sight kneeling at your feet. Cum is drying on her cheeks, eyebrows, eyelashes, lips and even a little in her hair, which she appears to take pride in. After letting you basque in your painting skills, she assists you in locking up your cock. "Wow, $name , I wasn't expecting that much. I certainly can't go to school like this though. Give me a second to wash my face." She soon returns with a smile on her face. "We should definitely do that again."<</if>> "Come on, we should be going to Farrix." You agree, inspired by the remarkable start to your day. But first, you do a customary check that your chastity cage is equipped, and that the key to it is in your pocket. The cage is undeniably on, but the key is terrifyingly absent. "Shit, where did you put the key?" "It should be on the bed." You thoroughly search the bed and even the floor for it, but the key is entirely absent. "Are you sure?" "Yes, of course I'm sure. What's the issue? I'll find it later and give them to you tomorrow." From her perspective, the logic is flawless, except she has no idea that you’re not the one who holds the key during the day. That’s Miss $Gray . You do keep looking for a few minutes, but with the continuing march of time, and $Ash insisting she will find them later, you relent, and decide to head to school with your chastity cage on and your key temporarily lost. [[2-3b No Key<-Continue][$L to 0]]

<<set $S to $S + 1>>\ <<set $H to 8>>\ <<set $M to 0>>\ [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] You head to your first lesson with Miss $Gray . With her new control over you, the lesson feels completely different. Instead of giving her the key, you head straight for your desk, hoping Miss $Gray assumes you forgot to hand it over, or maybe even that she forgets about it completely. //This is new to her as well. Probably// The lesson starts, and although Miss $Gray hasn't said anything, you're sure she's noticed the lack of metal on her desk, as she stares at you more than her suspicous eyes usually do. The other woman interested in you, $Ash , also cannot keep her eyes off you. As she constantly looks at you with a smile - a smile of someone who knows your secret. //Or two, more accurately// The bell rings, and you are certain Miss $Gray would want you to stay behind. As she finishes talking to a girl at the front of the class, you take your chance, and rush to the door. You hear no one yelling at you to comeback, so you feel safe, at least until your next lesson with Miss $Gray . [[2-3c No Key Lesson<-Continue]]

<<set $Fem to 7>>\ <<set $S to $S + 1>>\ <<set $H to 7>>\ <<if $C2 lt 0>><<set $C2 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $C4 lt 0>><<set $C4 to 0>><</if>>\ You wake up, cover yourself with a bathrobe, and head to the kitchen. To your surprise, not only is your step sister already up, she’s leaning against the counter, looking straight at you as you enter. "Hey $Hannah ." You murmur nervously while noting her plain, if slightly concerned, expression. "$name , can I ask you something?" With a gulp that you assume was audible, you reply "sure." "Have you been in my room when I'm out at work?" "No." "Are you sure? It's just that I think I may have lost a pair of...underwear. <<if $Panties2 is 1>>They were my favorite pair, so I know I wouldn't have misplaced them." //Of course I had to take her favorite pair//\ <<elseif $Panties4 is 1>>They’re pretty plain, so I figured you might have thought they were your underwear.”\ <<elseif $Panties8 is 1>>They’re not that special, I just thought it was worth asking.”<</if>> "Sorry if I'm accusing you for nothing. They probably just got mixed up in the laundry. Plus, I don't think you're nearly pervy enough to be stealing a girl's panties." She lets out a small laugh at hearing herself say all of this. Sadly, it would take a lot more for you to laugh right now. <<if $CL[1] is 2 or $CL[1] is 4 or $CL[1] is 8>>//How am I supposed to tell her I'm wearing them right now?//<<elseif $CL[1] is 1>>//How am I supposed to tell her I did? And I'm wearing another girl's right now!//<<else>>//How am I supposed to tell her I did? At least I'm not wearing them now//<</if>> [[Confess<-Confess to stealing her panties]] [[Admit nothing]]

<<set $HannahR to $HannahR - 2>>\ <<set $HannahAsk to 2>>\ <<set $S to $S + 2>>\ "Actually..." "Yes? Do you know where they are?" "Well, yes." You struggle to find the words to explain yourself. "Well?" She says expectantly. "I actually...kind of took them." "Wait, you mean took them, as in stole them?" You nod. "$name ...I don't know what to say. I thought so much better of you. I thought I could trust you to be alone in the house, to do the laundry. But if you’re disgusting enough to do something like this, then I don’t know what to think about you." You can't help but be ashamed of yourself too. She trusted you, and you betrayed that trust, just because $Ash asked you to get some panties. //Why didn't I just lie?// "I need to think about how to handle this, but there will be consequences." Your self hatred and fear over the future begins to sky rocket. You skip breakfast, not wanting another lecture, even if it is deserved. [[Room 0<-Continue]]

<<set $HannahAsk to 3>>\ <<set $HannahR to $HannahR + 1>>\ “I’ve not seen them, sorry, but I’m sure they just got mixed up in the laundry” you agree. “They’ll probably turn up in a week.” She laughs, clearly feeling silly about how seriously she brought it up. “Yeah, I’m sure you’re right. I’m sorry I brought it up.” Over the breakfast table, you have a pleasant discussion, which soon allows you to forget how you were almost caught. Hopefully $Hannah does believe you, and she won’t bring it up again. But after chatting with her a while longer, you start to think something sinisterly worrying. //She sure did notice that they were missing quick// [[Room 0<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 10>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> [[2-3d No Key lunch<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 10>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> [[2-3d Key Lunch<-Continue][$H to 12]]

<<set $H to 12>>\ Since you practically ran from Miss $Gray after your lesson, you didn't get a chance to ask $Ash if she wants to meet up, so you wander the halls of Farrix at lunch, until you find a quiet spot to relax and eat, all while trying to ignore the brutal thoughts of what Miss $Gray will do when she sees you next. [[2-3e No Key<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 16>>\ The final bell of the day rings. Normally (or whatever passes for normally these days), this would mean you would go to Miss $Gray to retrieve your chastity key, though you figure it would be for the best not to visit her and remind her you never gave it to her in the first place. You can only hope $Ash gets the key by tomorrow. That's when you realize you never agreed to meet up at her house tomorrow, so she will have to give it to you in your lesson. //And that's if she even finds it// [[2-3f No key<-Continue]]

<<set $AshSad to 0>>\ <<set $H to 16>>\ [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] You walk out the school, with your chastity key lost at $Ash 's house, wondering how to spend the rest of the day, hopefully by doing something to distract you from the pit you’ve dug yourself. <<if visited("Top drawer 2")>>[[Room 0<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]]\ <<else>>[[Ash steal panties<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>>\ \ <<if visited("Top drawer 2") is 0>>\ <<elseif $S gt 9>>You feel too stressed to not go straight home<<else>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 16>>\ <<set $CC1 to 2>>\ The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell rings, signaling that the students can go home. Unless, of course, they are locked in a chastity cage, in which case they must go see Miss $Gray . After room 68 empties off all the students, you enter to talk to the teacher. "Ah, $name , I'm glad to see you care about something" she teases, removing the chastity key from a drawer from her desk. "You will give it back to me in our lesson tomorrow, and then I will return it this time tomorrow." She then slides the key across the table, and you hastily grab it. "Don't lose it" she jests. [img[Images/Gray key.jpg]] //Freedom!// You leave the classroom before Miss $Gray finds another way to ruin your day. <<if visited("Top drawer 2")>>[[2-3f<-Finish the day]]<<else>>[[Ash steal panties<-Finish the day]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 8>>\ <<set $M to 0>>\ <<set $CC1 to 3>>\ <<if $W2A6 is 1>><<set $W2A6 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><<elseif $W2A7 is 1>><<set $W2A7 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ With $Ash not suggesting to meet up at her house, you decide it is for the best to not go unannounced, so instead go straight to Farrix. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] Your first lesson is with Miss $Gray . As soon as you walk in, she walks to your desk and demands that you come to her room at lunch. <<if $LostKeys is 0>> You also slide her the key to your chastity cage.<</if>> //Great// <<if $LostKeys is 1>>Shortly after, $Ash walks in and sits next to you. You try to whisper to her if she's found your key, but she doesn't seem to hear or understand. It doesn't help that you wouldn't want the other girls to overhear what you are talking about, and not talking during Miss $Gray 's lessons is a good idea in general, so you opt to catch up with her later.\ <<elseif $LostKeys is 0>>Shortly after, $Ash walks in and sits down next to you. You smile flirtatiously at each other, before Miss $Gray begins the lesson.<</if>> Your teacher doesn't even seem to pay attention to you today, and you are left worrying about your meeting with her at lunch. <<if $LostKeys is 1>>At the end of the lesson, Miss $Gray dismisses all of you, and as you are about to talk to $Ash , you’re disheartened to see she’s already left. //What about my key?//\ <<else>>At the end of the lesson, Miss $Gray dismisses all of you, and as you are about to talk to $Ash , you see she’s already left.<</if>> [[2-4b Lesson<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 10>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> <<if $LostKeys is 0>>[[2-4c Key<-Continue to lunch][$H to 12]]\ <<elseif $LostKeys is 1>>[[2-4c No Key<-Continue to lunch][$H to 12]]<</if>>\

<<set $C1 to 1>>\ [img[Images/Kitchen.jpg]] <<if $House gt 1>>Before your chore can begin, you make sure your maid uniform is on properly, just as Miss $Gray demands. [img[Images/Maid chore.png]] <</if>>\ You get to work preparing dinner for the household, or at least, you try to. With you being so horny though, the smallest thing proves to be distracting. The pictograms of women cooking on the food labels only serve to increase your lust, and the cooking recipes you see online, complete with attractive women strutting sexily about a kitchen, do the same.<<if $CC1 gt 1 or $CC2 gt 1 or $CC3 gt 1>> You can feel precum leaking through your chastity cage, leaving your underwear sticky.<</if>><<if $WeekChores gt 9>><<set $S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1>> Biting down on your nips, the metal clamps don't help the situation.<</if>> [img[Images/Cooking horny.jpg]] When an hour has passed, you look at your work. A collection of random, raw foods is laid on the counter, and you haven't even turned on the oven. <<if $House gt 1>>[img[Images/Maid PlugG.gif]] Miss $Gray , who of course happens to be home to notice this, is similarly perplexed at your inability to cook. But that confusion transforms into disappointment and rage. “What's the matter $name ? Too busy lusting over sexy images in your mind? That’s fine. I know the perfect cure. Something to…deter those thoughts.” She reaches into one of the cupboards, not looking for something particular, but something that can do the job. What her hand returns is a jar of pasta sauce. She isn’t looking to help you cook, or take over the reins in the kitchen, though. She has a much more devilish intention. Swiftly removing the lid, she hovers the jar above your head, and lets the entirety of its contents dribble out cruelly slowly onto your hair, which stacks up so high that it then drools over your face and neck, giving you a tomato blend of mascara. The plentiful drops that get down your back send shivers down your spine, and stain your maid dress along the way. The sauce on your face drips down like a leaking faucet onto your apron, staining the white material, and even on your heels, giving the black item a touch of color and flavor. Miss $Gray only stops when the jar is empty, or as empty as it can be without scooping more out without a knife. “You’re not worth wasting even more time on. Now get that outfit clean. And take a shower, you reek of tomatoes!” Your improvised hat sloshes around on your head as you move to get cleaning supplies for the dress. It takes a lot of scrubbing to remove the red from the white, but you eventually manage to. //What devil designed aprons that were white?// You scrub the inside as well, and also your heels, before taking a cleansing shower to clean your matted hair and body. Had you managed to cook like a proper, obedient maid, you would have actually been able to eat something nice, and wouldn’t have lost nearly as much of the day. [[Chores<-Continue][$S to $S + 2, $L to $L - 2, $H to $H + 4]]\ <<else>>You give up trying to cook, and just return the food to where you got it from. After an hour wasted, you return to your room. [[Chores<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $H to $H + 1]]<</if>>

<<set $H to $H + 2, $C2 to 3, $S to $S + 1>>\ <<if $Home is 0>>You take the money $Hannah has left out for you to go and resupply the groceries. You head out to the local supermarket, only to be distracted along the way. Looking at the clouds in the sky, you could swear one of them is imitating a naked women, while another seems to be resembling a dildo.\ <<elseif $Home is 1>>You take the money $Hannah has left out for you to go and resupply the groceries. You head out to the local supermarket, only to be distracted along the way. Looking at the clouds in the sky, you could swear one of them was the outline of a pair of panties, and another, just to the side of it, imitating a bra.\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>You take the money $Ash has left out for you to go and resupply the groceries. You head out to the local supermarket, only to be distracted along the way. Looking at the clouds in the sky, you could swear one of them was trying to be a chastity cage. Sadly, there’s not a cloud key in sight.\ <<elseif $Home is 2 and $AshMistress is 1>>You take the money $Hannah has left out for you to go and resupply the groceries. You head out to the local supermarket, only to be distracted along the way. Looking at the clouds in the sky, you could swear one of them looked exactly like Mistress $Ash ’s beautiful face. Though maybe with a less flattering jawline and forehead. You shudder and try to stop looking up.\ <<elseif $Home is 2 and $JenMistress is 1>>You take the money $Hannah has left out for you to go and resupply the groceries. You head out to the local supermarket, only to be distracted along the way. Looking at the clouds in the sky, you could swear one of them looked exactly like Mistress $Jen ’s beautiful butt. Though maybe with a less flattering jawline and forehead. You shudder and try to stop looking up.\ <<elseif $Home is 4>>You take the money $Ash has left out for you to go and resupply the groceries. You head out to the local supermarket, only to be distracted along the way. Looking at the clouds in the sky, you could swear one of them was the outline of a riding crop. And just at the base of the crop, a pair of handcuffs, which form a phallic visage.\ <<elseif $Home is 5>>You take the money $Jen has left out for you to go and resupply the groceries. Heading out to the local supermarket, you find yourself distracted along the way. Looking at the clouds in the sky, you could swear one of them was in the shape of a high heeled shoe $Jen owns, with a love heart right next to it.\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>You take the money $Jen has left out for you to go and resupply the groceries. Heading out to the local supermarket, you find yourself distracted along the way. Looking at the clouds in the sky, you could swear one of them was shaped like a high heeled shoe $Jen owns. The toe of it is right next to two roughly circular clouds, a painful visage indeed.<</if>> //Strange// Your walk is further distracted by a pair of young women walking their dogs in front of you. They're dressed in gym clothes, giving you a magnificent, unobstructed view of their behind. <<if $AshMistress is 1>>Though it’s not quite as nice as Mistress $Ash ‘s rear.<<elseif $JenMistress is 1>>Though it’s not quite as nice as Mistress $Jen ‘s rear.<</if>> You're so horny that you don't even notice that you are following them to a different place entirely. When they go inside a house, you decide to return to your original path to the supermarket. And when you do finally arrive, you find yourself wandering around the shop, getting lost in the multitude of aisles as you struggle to concentrate. <<if $ChoresPunish gt 9>><<set $S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1>>You’re so turned on that you can almost ignore the pain of the nipple clamps completely, instead finding them to be a holistic aphrodisiac.<</if>> There’s a small stand set up at the end of an aisle, worked by an incredibly hot woman in the store’s uniform. “Hey cutie, interested in trying this new type of chocolate?” Laid out on the table are several wrapped bars of chocolate, all infused with interesting fruits. [img[Images/Chocolate.jpg]] She encourages you to try the chocolate some more, and you can’t help but oblige her. The taste is…middling, but you only keep eating to talk to the attractive woman some more. You certainly would never buy it yourself. “So would you care to buy some?” Again, you certainly never would, but it’s almost like an out of body experience when you ignore your brain and do what the pretty lady suggests, and dump a bunch of the chocolate in your basket. After that, you take your purchase to the checkout, pay, and head home. //Wait, what about the groceries?// <<if $Home is 0>>$Hannah won't be happy that you agreed to go shopping, only to return with some crappy chocolate.\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>[img[Images/Maid PlayG.gif]] $Hannah might be annoyed that you wasted her money but Miss $Gray will be pissed. //Hopefully she doesn’t find out//\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>>$Ash could very well be livid at you wasting money on a basket of crappy chocolate, but the chances of her noticing are very rare. She seems much more preoccupied with finding a way out of her chastity device.<</if>> [[Chores<-Continue]]

<<set setup.BreakfastHorny to ['How to know if you’re using the right foundation.', 'Could your perfume be harming your skin?', 'The top ten lipstick brands to show off your lovely teeth.', 'How to dress to avoid attention on your damaged hair.', 'Should business women be expected to wear makeup?', 'Reviewing the top dresses of the recent movie awards.', 'The long term effects of wearing high heels.', 'Is fake tan unhealthy?', 'How much should your engagement ring be?', 'How to know if your makeup is out of date.', 'Appropriate outfits for a funeral.']>>\ [img[Images/Kitchen.jpg]] <<set $H to $H + 1, $S to $S + 1, $C3 to 1>><<if $House gt 1>>Before your chore can begin, you make sure your maid uniform is on properly, just as Miss $Gray demands. [img[Images/Maid chore.png]] <</if>>\ <<if $Home is 0>>You figure a great way to start the day is with a proper breakfast. And since $Hannah amazingly prepares breakfast for you on weekdays, you figure you can return that favor by making her something she would greatly appreciate today.\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>While Miss $Gray hasn’t yet demanded you cook breakfasts for her on weekends (emphasis on “yet”), you figure it’s a great way to get on her good side, while also gaining yourself some appreciation money.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>>$Ash ‘s continual avoidance for proper sustenance is something she doesn’t fret about, but you figure preparing it for her, especially on an empty day like today, is something she could get some value out of.<</if>> [img[Images/TV.jpg]] To give you some company on your solitary task, you turn on the TV, only wanting some background noise, but the angelic voices of the women on the screen ensure your eyes are kept on them. It’s not even like they’re singing, or doing anything remotely artful, or even interesting for that matter. It’s a run of the mill panel show, featuring 4 middle aged women dressed in business casual attire sitting around an obnoxiously long table. The topic of great importance this week? “<<print setup.BreakfastHorny.random()>>” There’s something so fast paced and dramatic about the dialogue, as if it’s designed to capture your attention, and the women somehow become very passionate about the topic. You would shut off the trashy show, but it’s something about the way the women are dressed that’s keeping you from looking away. Even in their pant suits and maxi dresses, you’re helpless to divert your attention to what you know you should be doing. You can feel your dick begging for attention. <<if $WeekChores gt 9>><<set $S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1>>Chomping on your nipples, the clamps do not help things.<</if>> While you don’t give it that, you sit down to watch the show some more, first for just five minutes, and then a little longer. Before you know it, you’ve fallen victim to their trap, and the only thing you’ve prepared for breakfast is a couple ingredients that’s left on the side. You’re thankful when the show ends, as if they had just unlocked your metaphorical chains binding you to the chair. <<if $Home is 0>>At this point, it’s too late for breakfast, for $Hannah at least, so you give up on your pathetic attempt at doing something nice. [[Chores<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $L to $L + 1, $C3 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>>At this point, $Ash had already eaten a snack whilst you were mesmerized by the TV, so there’s no point in continuing your sad attempt at making breakfast. [[Chores<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $L to $L + 1, $C3 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>[img[Images/Maid PlugG.gif]] Miss $Gray walks in to see you laid back on the couch. That might be an issue normally, but with you wearing your maid outfit, it’s clear you should be doing something more productive. “$name ! What do you think you’re doing? If you have the time to be lounging around when you should be doing chores, then you’re clearly not doing them properly, or enough. If you think it’s appropriate to sit and do nothing, then I’ll give you an appropriate punishment for while you sit and do nothing.” She commands you to get up and she takes your seat on the couch. Then, she commands you to get on your hands and knees on the floor. Without ever explaining what she has in store, she lays back, and uses you as a footrest. The next thing you hear is the small humming of a computer, followed by the rhythmic clapping of keys on a keyboard. You can’t see much from your position, but you know she’s on her laptop, likely marking papers and giving feedback on homework, all for students she treats far nicer than you. Your one saving solace during this is the TV, which you can still hear, and see slightly. But the one time you craned your neck up slightly, Miss $Gray picked up the remote and turned it off. Now you’ve truly got nothing. A couple hours later, your teacher seems bored of you, so she closes her laptop, and then leaves, not even telling you that you may get up. The several hours you were on your hands and knees were surprisingly therapeutic, especially combined with the clicking of keys. In the end, you can’t help but be a little calmer, and also a little less horny. [[Chores<-Continue][$H to $H + 4, $L to $L -2, $S to $S - 2, $C3 to 1]]<</if>>

<<set $LaundryDetergent to $LaundryDetergent - 1>>\ <<set $H to $H + 4>>\ <<set $L to $L + 1>>\ <<set $WeekChores to $WeekChores + 1>>\ <<set $C4 to 2>>\ <<if $House gt 1>>Per Miss $Gray ‘s demands, you ensure your maid uniform is flatteringly on your body. [img[Images/Maid chore.png]] <</if>>\ <<if $Home is 5>>Collecting yours and $Jen ‘s dirty laundry, you’re surprised by just //how// sexy her underwear is, even in comparison to yours. It’s especially interesting given your knowledge that she has more than enough “comfortable” pairs of panties, but for some reason, she’s preferring to wear skimpy thongs and tiny bikini-style panties as of late. [img[Images/P - Laundry Jen 1.jpg]] The same can be said of her brassieres, which are predominantly in a “push up” style, and show off much more breast than they hide. Similarly, all of her dull hosiery has been ignored in favor of sheer stockings and pantyhose. Running your hands gently across all the fabric, your mind begins to race with wonder. [img[Images/P - Laundry Jen 2.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Laundry Jen 3.jpg]] … Your depraved fantasies are shaken off once you clock the time. Somehow, you’d dreamt of $Jen nearly naked for the better part of several hours, completely failing your task. Aside from the bitter shame, you also brace yourself for a critique from $Jen , one that thankfully never comes.\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>Given the severity of her warning if she ever caught you in her underwear drawer, it’s a pleasant surprise that $Jen actually lets you do her washing. Afterall, in the process of transferring loads into the washing machine, ironing them, and putting them in their home, you’ve got a fair excuse for why you’d be touching her underwear and clothes. [img[Images/P - Laundry Jen 1.jpg]] Her panties, which are exclusively lacy styles of thong, smell of her most intimate places. Several of the pairs are stained with vaginal juices, and what you can only assume is her boyfriend’s cum. The same dried liquid also appears on at least 2 of her bras. [img[Images/P - Laundry Jen 2.jpg]] Why $Jen would bother putting a pair of pantyhose with a giant rip in the butt area in the dirty laundry pile is a mystery. It’s not like you could sew them up. Of course, you don’t have to wonder how the tear got there in the first place. [img[Images/P - Laundry Jen 3.jpg]] Running your hands over each of the sensual material, your mind soon begins to wonder. … Your depraved fantasies are shaken off once you clock the time. Somehow, you’d dreamt of $Jen nearly naked for the better part of several hours, completely failing your task. Thankfully, $Jen is too busy dreaming her own kind of fantasy, you cynically assume. Fantasies involving your bitter humiliation or punishment.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>>Ready to commence your chore, you begin by collecting all the dirty clothes in the house. Whilst the lingerie is obviously distracting for a great many reasons, between the soft materials and what’s been nestled inside, it’s even more surprising that the outerwear is also hard for you to handle without getting lewd thoughts. And it’s not even just $Ash ‘s : it’s yours too. All the beautiful womenswear is so sensual, so soft. Powering through, you sloppily divide the apparel into the order they should be washed. Whilst one load is tumbling around in the cleansing tonic of the washing machine, you’re busy fondling the rest of the dirty clothing. Even if $Ash ‘s panties aren’t stained with her vaginal fluids of sexuality thanks to her chastity belt, they’ve still been an inch from her crotch for hours on end. [img[Images/P - Laundry Ash 1.jpg]] Maybe, you ponder, rubbing the inside of her brassieres against your face, her chastisement has led her to look towards her breasts for fun. [img[Images/P - Laundry Ash 2.jpg]] Her hosiery isn’t free from your devious thoughts and perverted sniffing either. Her pantyhose are kept in excellent condition, and she always wears them to school. [img[Images/P - Laundry Ash 3.jpg]] ... You’ve been busy in your debauched thoughts for several hours past the point where you could have put another load of laundry in the washing machine. At this rate, it’ll take a day to have it all washed, dried and ironed. After a final, comforting sniff of $Ash ‘s underwear, you resign from your impossible task.\ <<elseif $House gt 1>>Ready to commence your chore, you begin by collecting all the dirty clothes in the house. But even though the only underwear you’re allowed to touch, or even see, as Miss $Gray insists, is your own, feeling all the womenswear in your hands is sexually scintillating. You don’t need to see your stepsister’s panties, or your teacher’s bras for the task of washing clothing to be hard. 7 days per week, whether at school or home, your dominant teacher ensures your obedience, all while wearing dresses that barely contain her massive breasts. And now, you get to fondle those dresses, still with the scent of her luscious tits on them. [img[Images/P - Laundry Gray 1.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Laundry Gray 2.jpg]] //And chores are supposed to be a bore// It’s the same with $Hannah ‘s clothing. All her tight skirts have been stretched even tighter across her voluptuous rear everytime she goes to work. Whilst you're practically drowning in the hot items of clothing in front of the washing machine, Miss $Gray walks in on the infuriating display. [img[Images/Maid PlayG.gif]] “$name ! What do you think you’re doing?! I give you the honor of washing my clothes, and this is how you repay that kindness? If you’re not going to take your maidly duties seriously, I’ll have to give you a reason to. Come with me!” Climbing out of your bed of dirty clothes, you silently and sheepishly trail Miss $Gray to the bathroom. “If you don’t want to clean your clothes properly, we’ll just have to wash them whilst they’re on you. Get in.” She commands you into the shower, still in your maid uniform, with your heels, pantyhose and dress. “Good girl. Now tell me if you want this any colder.” She turns on the shower, and water pelts down in its freezing form down onto you like moist bullets. [img[Images/Laundry Shower 1.jpg]] Whatever protection your thin clothing might have given you is overridden by how uncomfortable they are clinging to your body like a wetsuit, only a very humiliating one. Your pantyhose take on a different color when they’re wet, and feel incredibly heavy. The water collects in the open heels even despite you being in them, until it spills over the sides. Miss $Gray demands you stay in your torture cubicle, even when you’re crying from the freezing onslaught. Only after an hour of shivering in the wetness, she decides the punishment can relent. She turns off the shower, and leaves without saying another word. Alone, you’re left to comfort yourself with several towels and an abundance of blankets. Eventually, you find the strength to push through the cruel memory of the event, and go about your day.\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>Ready to commence your chore, you begin by collecting all the dirty clothes in the house. But even though the only underwear you’re allowed to touch, or even see, as Miss $Gray insists, is your own, feeling all the womenswear in your hands is sexually scintillating. You don’t need to see your stepsister’s panties, or your teacher’s bras for the task of washing clothing to be hard. 7 days per week, whether at school or home, your dominant teacher ensures your obedience, all while wearing dresses that barely contain her massive breasts. And now, you get to fondle those dresses, still with the scent of her luscious tits on them. [img[Images/P - Laundry Gray 1.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Laundry Gray 2.jpg]] //And chores are supposed to be a bore// You manage to do one load of laundry fine, but don’t do any more than that. The finery you have to clean manages to tease all of your senses, and distracts you for far too long. [img[Images/P - Laundry House lt 2.jpg]] Miss $Gray sees you reveling in the dirty laundry. “You’ve evidently not been trained in domestic servitude. I’ll be fixing that soon enough.” With that ominous threat, she leaves. You give up on trying to wash the clothes, and return to your room. [img[Images/Maid PlayG.gif]]\ <<elseif $Fem gt 31>>You gather all the dirty clothes in the house, and these days, the cute, feminine ones are outnumbering the rough masculine ones. After getting distracted by the sensual materials whilst sorting them into darks, lights and whites, you toss one load in the washing machine, leaving you with a pile of dirty lingerie and outerwear, and time to kill. Barely a minute into twiddling your thumbs, you start playing with the clothes. $Hannah ‘s skirts and blouses that she spends her weekdays in still tantalize you, but so too does your own collection of women’s underwear. So like a pig in a puddle of mud, you revel around in the perverted filth of panties, bras and hosiery, well past the point where you can put in another load. [img[Images/P - Laundry Hannah 1.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Laundry Hannah 2.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Laundry Hannah 3.jpg]] The hour hand of the clock ticks by with you obliviously sniffing and rubbing underwear against your perverted face. The only thing that stops you from further degeneracy is the sound of $Hannah moving about in the house. Having wasted 4 hours of your life doing nothing productive, you give up on the washing.\ <<else>>Preparing for a day of doing laundry, you grab your clothes, and then much more eagerly, $Hannah ‘s. With you being so inexperienced with women, being so close to their clothes is fascinating. Her panties, from a hard 10 hours of work, have the unmistakable scent of a feminine body on them, and a peek inside shows the telltale signs of sexual arousal. The cups on her bras have been molded to your stepsister’s own body, and you can almost feel their phantom weight in the brassiere. Her tights and pantyhose are much like her panties, only the scent is stronger thanks to the more encompassing design. All of them feel heavenly on your body. The lace of the panties tickles scintillatingly, and the satin feels better than the fluffiest of cushions. The bras have a similar diversity of materials used. The straps are stiffer then the rest of the item, but the padding of the cups spring back immediately once you take your finger off it. The cold metal hooks on the rear have a big responsibility in ensuring they can contain $Hannah ‘s breasts, and you can tell they struggle based on their deformation. Even her tights, which are heavier than they look, and are thick enough to block out the cold, are incredibly sensual on your skin, whether they stroke your arm, or your neck, or even your face. [img[Images/P - Laundry Hannah 1.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Laundry Hannah 2.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Laundry Hannah 3.jpg]] You’re almost in a trance-like state of serenity when you snap back to reality. A check of the clock proves you’ve been in your degenerate activity for several hours, and you’ve nothing to show for your work, except for your own underwear being wet, but not because it was washed. Sighing, you give up on your attempt at doing chores.<</if>> <<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Continue][$L to $L - 2]]\ <<elseif $House gte 1>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$L to $L - 2, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$L to $L -2]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Continue][$L to $L - 2]]<</if>>

<<set $CC2 to 3>>\ <<set $CC1 to 0>>\ <<set $AshSad to 0>>\ <<set $H to 16>>\ <<set $Fem to 8>>\ <<set $HannahAsk to 10>>\ [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] The rest of the day goes thankfully smoothly, and is free of any other meglomanical teachers looking to make your life hellish. You walk out the school, with your chastity key around Miss $Gray 's necklace, wondering what to do with the rest of your day. [[Room 0<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] <<if $S gt 9>>You feel too stressed to not go straight home<</if>>\ <<if $S lt 10>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>>

<<set $M to 55>>\ <<set $CC2 to 3>>\ <<set $W2A8 to 1>>\ Before you head to Farix, you ensure that you have the key to your chastity cage. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] As per Miss $Gray 's new instructions, you enter her room prior to your lesson, so that she can give you an inspection. She’s already at her desk, typing away at the computer. "Nice to see you can sometimes follow rules" she says as she comes out from behind her desk, and you approach. "Now, show me you can follow the rest." [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] <<if $CL[1] isnot 101>>As requested, you unzip your pants, though you can't help but be nervous. After pulling them shyly down, your panties are left embarrassingly exposed. Miss $Gray looks at them a little, before pulling them below your waist to get a better view of the chastity cage, which she gently feels in her hand. "A locked cage and panties, just as requested. Good work, $name ." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>As requested, you unzip your pants. Doing this anyway would make you feel nervous, but especially so when you haven’t followed her instructions to wear panties. And those nerves quickly boil over into fright at seeing her expression from the masculine garments you’re wearing. "Boxers, $name , really? You continue to disappoint me." She sighs, before pulling down your underwear beneath your crotch. "At least you are properly locked." She then lets you dress again.<</if>> <<if $GrayLunchFail is 1>>"It is extremely disappointing that you can't follow the most basic of instructions $name . Come here at lunch for your punishment."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -1>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<else>>“Your behavior has been better as of late. Keep it up.”<</if>> She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence. [[2-5b<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 8>>\ <<set $M to 0>>\ The students begin to file in around you. $Ash sits next to you as usual, and you whisper a quiet "hello" to her. <<if $AshR lt 0>>She barely seems to acknowledge your presence past anything more than a small glance in your general direction.\ <<elseif $AshR is 0>>She replies with a brief smile before taking out her work books.\ <<elseif $AshR is 1>>She gives you a wide smile and a flirty wink before taking out her work books.\ <<elseif $AshR gt 1>>She gives you a wide smile, a flirty wink, and even a lingering stare at your crotch.<</if>> [img[Images/Desk Ash.jpg]] The lesson soon begins. <<if $GrayR lt 0>>Miss $Gray seems to be harsher to you today. She demands you answer more questions than she does the other students, and is crueler to you when you get them wrong, and barely affirms your answer when you get them right.<<elseif $GrayR gt - 1>>Despite the pre-class inspection, Miss $Gray barely seems to care about you during the lesson, which you certainly wouldn't complain about.<</if>> <<if $L gt 8>>During the lesson, though, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes lustfully wander to the other students in the class. Miss $Gray seems to have noticed, as a subtle scowls goes your way.<<elseif $L lt 9>>Despite the ample distractions around you in the form of attractive women, you manage to listen diligently.<</if>> <<if $AshR gt 1 and $GrayR gt -2 and $GrayLunchFail is 0>>The lesson ends, and you breathe a sigh of over being away from Miss $Gray, at least for a couple of hours. $Ash reminds you to meet her if you’d like to hang out at lunch, before heading off in a different direction.\ <<elseif $AshR gt 1>>The lesson ends, and you breathe a sigh of over being away from Miss $Gray, at least for a couple of hours. $Ash asks if you’d like to hang out at lunch, but because of your overbearing teacher, you can’t. She sighs disappointedly before heading off in a different direction.\ <<elseif $AshR lt 2>>The lesson ends. As you look to your left to chat with $Ash , you’re saddened to realize that she’s already left.<</if>> [[2-5c Lesson<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 10>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> [[2-5d Lunch<-Continue to lunch][$H to 12]]

<<set $H to 16>>\ <<if $GrayLunchFail is 0>><<set $CC2 to 2>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell rings, signaling that the students can go home. Unless, of course, they are locked in a chastity cage, in which case they must go see Miss $Gray . After room 68 empties off all the students, you enter to talk to the teacher. "Ah, $name , I'm glad to see you care about something" she says, as she removes the key from her necklace. "Keep up your good behavior and I have no issue giving you your key. Isn’t life so much better when you’re obedient?” She slides the key with control over your chastity cage to you. [img[Images/Gray key.jpg]] //Freedom!// You leave the classroom before she finds another way to ruin your day.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 1>><<set $CC2 to 3>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you’re surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that students can go home. Had you been good and obeyed Miss $Gray ‘s feminine demands, you would be able to go to her for the key to genital freedom, but it looks like she gets to hold onto it for a while longer now.<</if>> [[2-5f<-Finish the day]]

<<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ <<set $Fem to 9>>\ [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] <<if $CC2 is 3>>You walk out the school, with your chastity key still around Miss $Gray 's necklace, wondering what to do with the rest of your day.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 2>>You walk out the school, chastity key in your pocket, wondering what to do with the rest of your day.<</if>> [[Room 0<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] <<if $S gt 9>>You feel too stressed to not go straight home<<elseif $S lt 10>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>>

<<set $M to 55>>\ <<set $CC2 to 3>>\ <<set $Fem to 10>>\ <<if $W3H1 is 1>><<set $W3H1 to 2, $HAlert to 1>><</if>>\ Before you head to Farix, you ensure that you have the key to your chastity cage. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] As per Miss $Gray 's new instructions, you enter her room prior to your lesson, so that she can give you an inspection. She’s already at her desk, typing away at the computer. "Nice to see you can sometimes follow rules" she says as she comes out from behind her desk, and you approach. "Now, show me you can follow the rest." [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] <<if $CL[1] isnot 101>>As requested, you unzip your pants, though you can't help but be nervous. After pulling them shyly down, your panties are left embarrassingly exposed. Miss $Gray looks at them a little, before pulling them below your waist to get a better view of the chastity cage, which she gently feels in her hand. "A locked cage and panties, just as requested. Good work, $name ." She then lets you dress yourself again. “Actually, I have an assignment for you. Your compliance with my rule regarding wearing panties to Farrix is appreciated, but I overlooked the fact that it might actually encourage you to go stealing your step sister’s underwear again. Of course, I can’t allow that. So I want you to get some of your own. From the mall.” “What? You want me to buy something from a lingerie store?!” “Well, a department store would have sufficed, but I think that’s a great idea instead. I don’t care what type or color, only that you get them. And make sure to bring me the receipt. Understood?” Resigned, you nod your head. “Good, because if you don’t I have a particularly cruel punishment in mind. You have a single day."\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1, $Thong81 to 1>>As requested, you unzip your pants. Doing this anyway would make you feel nervous, but especially so when you haven’t followed her instructions to wear panties. And those nerves quickly boil over into fright at seeing her expression from the masculine garments you’re wearing. "Boxers, $name , really? You continue to disappoint me."She sighs, before pulling down your underwear beneath your crotch. "At least you are properly locked." She then lets you dress again. “It seems you’re not taking my rule regarding wearing panties to Farrix seriously. That’s fine, because I have plenty of ways to reform you. But first, I’ll give you the chance to make up for your insolence. I want you to get a thong from the mall.” “A thong?!” “Had you been a good boy, it would have been simply a pair of panties. But because you can’t even wear them, I’m upping the stakes. I don’t care what color they are, as long as you get a thong. You know what they are, right? How their thin band rides up your butt all day, so that you can never forget you’re wearing it? That sounds more than appropriate for you. And do make sure you get a receipt, otherwise you could have just stolen them from your step sister again, you pervert. Am I understood?” Resigned, you nod your head. “Good. But since you evidently need more than my words as encouragement, know that if you don’t do this within a day, I’ll be punishing you appropriately. You’ll be begging for the humiliation of buying women’s underwear in public if you don’t do as I ask. Hopefully you’re dissuaded, but you should have also realized by now that I’m more than happy to make you regret your decisions.”<</if>> <<if $GrayLunchFail is 1>>”You’ll also need to come to my room at lunch for a detention."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -1>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<else>>“Your behavior has been better as of late. Keep it up.”<</if>> She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence. [[3-1b<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 10>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> [[3-1d Lunch<-Continue to lunch][$H to 12]]

<<if $StorageCloset is 0>><<set $C5 to 3>><<elseif $StorageCloset is 1>><<set $C5 to 7>><</if>>\ <<set $S to $S + 1>>\ <<if $S gt 9>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ <<if $Home is 0>>Looking around, it's hard to put it off any longer. //It’s time to tidy up// You get to work putting clothes in the right drawers, not just in the ones that have space, and then take any leftover glasses back to the kitchen, where you also take the time to wash them up. Without doing that, you would only be relocating the issue, not solving it. As though there were a portal at the bottom of your bag, there’s various sheets of homework, text and study material beneath your bed. It’s the type of thing you’d blame on your dog, only, you don’t have one. Though now that you think about it, a dog would be a pretty handy excuse for why this place devolves into chaos with the frequency that it does. Perhaps one of those really smart breeds could even be trained to tidy up for you, for the low, low price of a treat. Thoughts of furry friends distract you for a while, and once you recognize that, you throw the idea aside. No tidy up session is complete without a vacuum giving the floors a thorough sucking. Considering that, you lament how the carpet gets more in the way of blowjobs than you do, by quite an incredible margin, too. But floors don’t get to experience the many joys that you do, like… … … An hour later, you’re somehow exhausted, though you can happily say that the room in which you reside is much tidier now. Certainty, it will never need tidying again.\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>Looking at the mess of your room, you decide to tidy it up, even if you only worry about Miss $Gray coming in here and yelling at you for it. So for 2 hours that fly by, you put all your lingerie in their correct drawers, and sort the clothing in your wardrobe into categories, not a hard-to-find-anything mosh pit of pretty colors. [img[Images/Maid UpskirtG.gif]]\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>>Since $Ash relegated you to tidying up your shared bedroom (even though she causes most messes), you decide to spend some time organizing the area. For 3 hours, you scoop up clothes from off the floor and decide whether they need to be put in the closet or the laundry basket. Fortunately, it’s rather easy to tell your outer clothes because of your different styles. Sadly, the same cannot be said of your underwear. You separate your panties that got somehow mixed, in addition to your other pieces of lingerie. You reorganize $Ash 's makeup, putting them in their proper drawers and slots, while asking yourself why hers can’t be as tidy as yours, as well as putting perfume caps back on the correct vials. When you’re done, you can happily look back and be proud of your work. The spotless room is practically sparkling and stunning after you topped the clean up with a hoovering and spritz of air freshener. At the unfortunate thought of $Ash most likely not noticing what you did, you can't help but compare yourself to a housewife.\ <<elseif $Home is 5>>Visiting $Ash evidently gave you an inaccurate impression of how messy women can be. $Jen , comparably, lives as though her home was the cover feature in some magazine, like “Modern Living Weekly” or “Tidy Homes of Rich Woman Who Used To Blackmail me”. Her walk-in closet is kept as neat as the bedroom. Clothes are properly arranged, $Jen ‘s desk makes use of the drawers and shelves without becoming cluttered, and you could swear the sheets are changed at least every few days - and certainly not by you. The only things that you find some meaning in doing are vacuuming, and a light bit of dusting, not only on the surfaces, but on the clothes in the walk-in closet, too. It shouldn’t be a surprise that $Jen can’t find a reason to wear half the things in here, so naturally they’ll accumulate a sneeze-invoking layer of dust or two (or three). As a cherry on top, a spritz of air freshener ensures the room feels like new, even if the entirety of your cleaning took less than half an hour.<</if>> <<if $StorageCloset is 1>>Fortunately, your extra efforts to ensure you have even more oppurtunity for a tidy room means you won't have to clean up for a while.<<else>>Without anything more in the way of storage though, it's inevitable that you will be doing this once more in short order.<</if>> <<if $Home is 0>>[[Chores<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>[[Chores<-Continue][$H to $H + 2]]\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>>[[Chores<-Continue][$H to $H + 3]]\ <<elseif $Home is 5>>[[Chores<-Continue][$M to $M + 30]]<</if>>

<<set $S to $S + 1>>\ <<set $H to $H + 1>>\ <<set $L to $L + 1>>\ <<if $Home is 0>>Deciding you should tidy up your quickly deteriorated room, you first go on your phone to turn on some music to hype yourself up. You are scrolling for a minute looking for the right tune when you see the thumbnail of a pop song. It features a strong, dominant looking woman, in a black leather outfit and heels, staring directly at the camera - at you. You feel you must watch the song to see more of the intriguing woman, and you listen to the upbeat tune. The music takes a backseat in your mind, however, to the video. It's hard to understand the story, but it seems to be about a villainous man taking advantage of a woman, only for her to become a cut-throat assassin and get revenge. The video ends with the man begging at the feet of the woman, and she gives a sly, intimidating grin before a fade to black.\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>Seeing the state of your room, you know deep down that it’s time to tidy up. So you start putting lingerie back in their respective drawers when you remember how sensual they feel against your skin. For extra encouragement to tidy up, you rub the nylons against your face, as well as your sexually sensitive areas, like your nipples crotch. After putting those nylons away, you do the same with the next pair. And the next pair. And the pair after that. It’s a very unproductive cycle that only turns you on more and more while marginally sorting your belongings out. [img[Images/Maid PlayG.gif]]\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>>With how quickly $Ash ‘s messes pile up, you decide it’s best to tidy up now before you can’t see the door from the bed. Starting off with organizing her underwear, you’re folding her panties when you can’t help but stroke them against your face, and your nose. Even though her undies hold no scent of her after being washed, it’s hot that she once did wear them, and the luscious silk feels irresistible against your skin.\ <<elseif $Home is 5>>From $Jen ‘s satin sheets, to her underwear drawers that are almost overflowing, there’s a lot in $Jen ‘s room to stimulate your horny mind. Perhaps most intriguing of them all, however, lie innocuously at the bottom of her expansive closet. Beneath all the hanging coats and dresses are aisles of neatly arranged shoes. You have no idea what genius had the great idea to make women’s shoes not just functional, but pretty, sexy, and invoking of a great many fantasies, but you’d happily give them all your money as a show of appreciation. The way the shiny ones catch the light and the glittery ones sparkle excites you like few inanimate objects do. Similarly, the thin stalk present on the stilettos makes you unfathomably horny, for some bizarre reason. The dainty straps that wrap around an ankle or foot speak of such femininity that your mind fails to control itself. Soon enough, you’re left drooling whilst stroking each of the wondrous materials. .. “Hey, $name …what are you doing?” A voice disturbs you. “Just, you know, polishing them.” “Right, and with what polish? Your saliva?” “Sorry, umm, it won’t happen again(?)!”<</if>> <<if $CC1 gt 1 and $Home is 0 or $CC2 gt 1 and $Home is 0 or $CC3 gt 1 and $Home is 0>>The video has left you straining against your chastity cage.\ <<elseif $CC1 lt 2 and $CC2 lt 2 and $CC3 lt 2 and $Home is 0>>Your penis grows hard thanks to the video, and you can feel a small bit of precum leak out.<</if>> <<if $Home is 0>>You can't help but watch more of the artist. There certainly seems to be a common theme, with her being screwed over by a guy, before returning in an outfit that exudes dominance and exacting revenge. By the time you check the time, you are stunned to see that an hour has passed. You briefly laugh at your lack of willpower, before giving up on the idea of tidying up, and watch one more video. Just one more.\ <<else>>After an hour of wasting time touching yourself as best you can to the lingerie, you give up on trying to tidy up, and toss the undergarments to where you picked them up from.<</if>> [[Chores<-Continue]]

<<set $Razors to $Razors - 1>>\ <<set $ShaveFace to 0>>\ <<set $Shaving to $Shaving + 1>>\ <<if $Shaving lt 10>><<set $M to $M + 30>>You give yourself a generous helping of shaving foam and lather your face to prepare for the sharp razor about to come intimately close with your face. You look in the mirror before dragging a razor across your neck. You go slowly to avoid any nicks, but they almost seem inevitable. Your face doesn't fair much better. 30 minutes later, your face is incredibly smooth, but you have to be carful not to worsen any cuts.<</if>>

[img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] <<if $CC2 is 3>>You walk out the school, with your chastity key still around Miss $Gray 's necklace, wondering what to do with the rest of your day.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 2>>You walk out the school, chastity key in your pocket, wondering what to do with the rest of your day.<</if>> Miss $Gray wants you to get some new underwear. <<if $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR gt 1 or $GrayLunchFail lt 1 and $AshR gt 1>>You could find $Ash and go to the mall with her, but that would mean she would know what you're buying.<</if>> [[Room 0<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] <<if $S gt 9>>You feel too stressed to not go straight home<</if>>\ <<if $S lt 10>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>> <<if $WentWithAsh is 1>>[[Ash mall panties<-Find your friend and go to the mall][$M to $M + 30, $WentWithAsh to 2]]<</if>> <<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\

<<set $Fem to 11>>\ <<set $M to $M + 30>>\ <<set $WentWithAsh to 1>>\ <<set $Panties3 to 1>>\ <<set $W3A1 to 1>>\ Heading outside the school gates, you see $Ash , waiting for you, just as she promised. "Hey $name ! Shall we head to the mall?" "Sure" Along the familiar way to the mall, you can’t help but grow in nervousness. You’re soon going to be in an entire store dedicated to all the intimate kinds of things that women wear, and have to buy some panties there too. To top it off, you have to explain all this to $Ash . Not that you don’t think she won’t be accepting, but it will be bitterly embarrassing. You’re just entering the mall when $Ash asks the inevitable question. "So what did you want to buy?" Cheeks already starting to blush, you shyly answer "I kind of need some more underwear." Most girls would simply assume you needed some more boxers, but $Ash isnot most girls. She doesn't reply for a moment, before a sly smile slithers across her face. You know what she's thinking. "Women's underwear?" You nod your head, confirming what she already knew. "Well then we’re going straight to my favorite lingerie boutique!” You plead that maybe you can get them somewhere else, or maybe that you don't need them at all, but her dragging insists and you soon find yourself standing outside Satin Diva, the mall's premier lingerie store. The outside of the shop is as feminine as the interior, you assume whilst approaching. There are mannequins, or womannequins, all posing in sultry positions, like leaning over and blowing a kiss, or laying on their side, beckoning you to approach. The posters speak of great discounts and the premium range of products all promise items you haven’t heard of. “Basques” “camisoles” and “chemises” are all foreign terms to you. [img[Images/Satin Diva Ash.jpg]] "I'm sure I could just get some online." She doesn't reply to you as she heads inside through the automatic doors. You sheepishly follow. The store is fortunately, mostly empty, likely since it's a weekday. "So what sort of style were you thinking? They have some really nice bikini ones. Oh, and you should see the number of colors they come in." Her words are barely registering with you. Your primary concern is that the staff don't overhear her talking about getting you some panties, or worse, that someone you know walks in. Surrounded by all the alien items, most of which you’ve seen in various pornos, but unable to name almost a single one, you can’t help but imagine as though you’d get lost without $Ash . Your friend eventually stops walking, and you stop and stare at the aisle you’re standing in. It’s entirely dedicated to panties. $Ash notices your shock. "A girl could spend a day here" she remarks. "Oh these are really cute! Look at the lace on those! Are these satin or silk? - I can’t tell! What about these?" $Ash runs from pair to pair and you do your best to keep up. Most of her suggestions are nervously shrugged off by you, until she finds a sexy pair of 2 black panties with a cute lace trim for 40$. "We should get these! One for me and one for you. We can be matching!" You remember you have to buy something in order to satiate Miss $Gray , and this way you can at least fantasize about knowing what $Ash is wearing. You nod your head, and $Ash smiles. "Awesome! Do you want to go pay for them or shall I?" <<if $I gt 39>>[[Ash mall panties buy<-Buy them yourself]]\ <<elseif $I lt 40>>You don't have enough money to buy the panties yourself.<</if>> [[Ash mall panties she buy<-Ask her to buy them]]

<<set $S to $S + 1>>\ <<set $AshR to $AshR + 1>>\ <<set $I to $I - 40>>\ It might just be because you want to impress $Ash with your confidence, but you decide to buy them yourself. "I've got this" you answer as $Ash hands you the pair of panties. "I'll wait outside" $Ash replies, leaving you to nervously approach the counter. "Hey there" the young woman behind the counter says in a soothing voice. "Hi" you timidly mutter back. With held-still hands, you give her the panties and the required money. Despite seeing, scanning and bagging your purchase, her face doesn't show any signs of judging you. "Thank you for your purchase" she chirpily chimes as she gives you a bag containing the purchase. You return her thank you and head out the store to see $Ash . "Was that so scary?" She sarcastically mocks. Perhaps in some ways, you hoped that something bad would happen so that you could justify your fears, but as it turns out, you really did have nothing to be afraid of. Together, you walk back in the direction of home. “It’s really brave to accept that you love wearing panties, but you’ve done that so quickly.” “Right.” “I suppose you must be pretty thankful for me, right? After all, it’s my panties you wore in the first place. It’s alright, you don’t have to thank me. I’m just glad I could awaken you to those inner desires of yours.” Once she gets to her house, she kisses you goodbye, lingering extra long on the release, as if a physical display of her appreciation that you did this together. Shortly after, you arrive home yourself. You plant the bag down in your room, before you see the logo on the side. The "Satin Diva" name is plastered on the side, with a lipstick print on top. Everyone could see where you had been today. //Great.// Despite that, you did just go into a lingerie store, and nothing disastrous happened. You’re left feeling far more confident than you did an hour ago. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 2]]

<<set $AshR to $AshR - 1>>\ "I was kind of hoping you would." You think $Ash might be disappointed in you, but you figure she should be able to tell why you're nervous. "Sure thing" she says, skipping along to the counter. You decide to wait outside the shop, having had enough of being in the lingerie store. For a brief moment, you feel like someone is watching you, though you chalk that up to the paranoia of having just bean inside Satin Diva. A moment later, $Ash walks out, a bag in her hand that she quickly hands to you "since I paid for them, it only seems fair that you carry the bag." Together, you walk back in the direction of home. “Even if you didn’t have the confidence to buy them yourself, I’m still proud of you $name .” “Yeah, thanks.” “It’s really brave to accept that you love wearing panties, but you’ve done that so quickly.” “Right.” “I suppose you must be pretty thankful for me, right? After all, it’s my panties you wore in the first place. It’s alright, you don’t have to thank me. I’m just glad I could awaken you to those inner desires of yours.” Once she gets to her house, she kisses you goodbye, lingering extra long on the release, as if a physical display of her appreciation that you did this together. Shortly after, you arrive home yourself. You plant the bag down in your room, before you see the logo on the side. The "Satin Diva" name is plastered on the side, with a lipstick print on top. Everyone could see where you had been today. //Great.// Despite that, you did just go into a lingerie store, and nothing disastrous happened. You’re left feeling far more confident than you did an hour ago. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 2]]

<<set $M to 55>>\ <<set $CC2 to 3>>\ Before you walk to Farrix, you ensure your chastity cage is locked. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] As per Miss $Gray 's new instructions, you enter her room prior to your lesson, so that she can give you an inspection. She’s already at her desk, typing away at the computer. [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] “I’m glad you’re here. I can’t wait to see the receipt from the lingerie store you decided to go to.” <<if $Fem is 11 and $StoleFromSatinDiva is 0>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR + 1>>You proudly take out the asked for receipt, and show it to her. “Excellent, $name ! I’m glad you found this task so easy. And of course, now that you’ve been in a sexy store such as Satin Diva, you can go even more if you ever want more panties. I’m glad you’re doing exactly what I say with such enthusiasm. Now, show me the beautiful panties you decided to wear today.”\ <<elseif $StoleFromSatinDiva is 1 and $CL[1] is 41>>”Well, what are you waiting for?” “Actually, I had a bit of an issue. You see, the machine that printed off receipts was broken, so I couldn’t get one.” “Really? And couldn’t you have just gone to a different store?” “Well…I was just so happy with the ones I had bought, I didn’t want any others. Yeah, I actually loved them so much I’m wearing them now.” You unbuckle your pants and show off the thong that you do so “adore”. Miss $Gray ‘s face is hard to gauge. She never exactly looks trusting of you, but she’s also not laughing at your pathetic excuse. “That is quite a nice thong, and you do seem to love it. And so does your butt.” She jokes at seeing how it uncomfortably rides up between your cheeks. “Very well. I won’t punish you even though you didn’t fulfill my demands to the exact requirement. However, you had a chance to really impress me today $name . It’s disappointing you didn’t make the most of that opportunity.”\ <<elseif $StoleFromSatinDiva is 1 and $CL[1] is 3>>”Well, what are you waiting for?” “Actually, I had a bit of an issue. You see, the machine that printed off receipts was broken, so I couldn’t get one.” “Really? And couldn’t you have just gone to a different store?” “Well…I was just so happy with the ones I had bought, I didn’t want any others. Yeah, I actually loved them so much I’m wearing them now.” You unbuckle your pants and show off the panties that you do so “adore”. Miss $Gray ‘s face is hard to gauge. She never exactly looks trusting of you, but she’s also not laughing at your pathetic excuse. “They are quite nice panties. Black goes with everything, even if it can sometimes be quite dull, but the style is rather sexy. Very well, I won’t punish you even though you didn’t fulfill my demands to the exact requirement. However, you had a chance to really impress me today, $name . It’s disappointing you didn’t make the most of that opportunity.”\ <<elseif $StoleFromSatinDiva is 1>>”Well, what are you waiting for?” It’s one thing that you don’t have a receipt to show for your deeds, but without wearing a new pair of panties, there’s not a chance Miss $Gray will believe that you went out and acquired some that weren’t $Hannah ‘s. You might as well pretend your dog ate them. A face of disappointment washes over her at realizing you have no intention of showing her a receipt. “You failed my simple task then, I take it? You continue to make bad decisions, $name . It’s almost like you want me to punish you. Come here after school for your punishment.” She cackles amidst a gleeful smile. “I’m looking forward to this.”\ <<elseif $Fem is 10>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Well, what are you waiting for?” You decide to cowardly stay quiet rather than confess your disobedience. “You failed my simple task then, I take it? You continue to disappoint me $name . It’s almost like you want me to punish you. Come here after school for your punishment.” She cackles amidst a gleeful smile. “I’m looking forward to this.”<</if>> <<if $StoleFromSatinDiva is 0 and $CL[1] isnot 101>>”Now, show me your panties.” As requested, you unzip your pants, though you can't help but be nervous. After pulling them shyly down, your panties are left embarrassingly exposed. Miss $Gray looks at them a little, before pulling them below your waist to get a better view of the chastity cage, which she gently feels in her hand. "A locked cage and panties, just as requested. Good work, $name ." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $StoleFromSatinDiva is 0 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>”Now, show me your panties.” As requested, you unzip your pants. Doing this anyway would make you feel nervous, but especially so when you haven’t followed her instructions to wear panties. And those nerves quickly boil over into fright at seeing her expression from the masculine garments you’re wearing. "Boxers, $name , really? You continue to disappoint me."She sighs, before pulling down your underwear beneath your crotch. "At least you are properly locked." She then lets you dress again.\ <<elseif $StoleFromSatinDiva is 1>>She then checks inside your stolen panties to ensure your cage is locked, before telling you to get dressed again.<</if>> <<if $Fem is 10>>”I expect to see you here at 4 o'clock, $name , and at lunch.”\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>"It is extremely disappointing that you can't follow the most basic of instructions $name . Come here at lunch for your punishment."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -1>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<else>>“Your behavior has been better as of late. Keep it up.”<</if>> She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for your lesson to commence. [[3-2b<-Continue]]

<<if $Var is 1>>[img[Images/Satin Diva Ash.jpg]] Looking at the mannequins displaying the intimate finery the store sells, as well as the women inside, you become too terrified to enter.\ <<elseif $Var is 2>>Being flushed in the cheeks just being near the sex store, nevermind going in it, paranoid thoughts that people from Farrix will see you enter and spread more rumors about you than there already are fill your head. //Why risk it?//<</if>> [[Mall<-Return][$Var to 0]]

<<return>> [img[Images/Satin Diva Ash.jpg]] After nervously lapping the mall for a while, you eventually stop outside your destination, Satin Diva, the mall's premier lingerie shop. The outside of the shop is as feminine as the interior, you assume whilst standing nearby. There are mannequins, or womannequins, all posing in sultry positions, like leaning over and blowing a kiss, or laying on their side, beckoning you to approach. The posters promising great discounts and the premium range of products all speak of items you haven’t heard of. “Basques” “camisoles” and “chemises” are all foreign terms to you. The first thing you notice upon entering is how quiet the store is. There’s barely any customers, and they’re outnumbered by the few staff there are. There’s a quiet, though strangely comforting, mix of pop music playing through the store’s speakers. You wander around for a while, lost in the layers of lingerie surrounding you. Doing your best to navigate based on the posters on the walls, you eventually find yourself in the panty area. But even when you’ve traversed yourself here, there’s so many styles of panties that you might as well still be lost. "Hi, can I help you with anything?" A sneaky sales assistant asks you. "No thank you, I'm okay." She smiles and heads in a different direction. Just as your heartbeat was beginning to stabilize, that interaction sent it shooting back up. You decide to just hurry up and get the ordeal over with, and look for a pair which stands out to you. Purple panties-25$ <<if $Panties5 is 0 and $I gt 24>>[[Satin Diva 1st Buy<-Buy panties][$I to $I - 25, $Panties5 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Panties5 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Panties5 is 0 and $I lt 25>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> White panties-15$ <<if $Panties4 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[Satin Diva 1st Buy<-Buy panties][$I to $I - 15, $Panties4 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Panties4 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Panties4 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Yellow panties-25$ <<if $Panties7 is 0 and $I gt 24>>[[Satin Diva 1st Buy<-Buy panties][$I to $I - 25, $Panties7 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Panties7 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Panties7 is 0 and $I lt 25>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Blue panties-15$ <<if $Panties8 is 0 and $I gt 24>>[[Satin Diva 1st Buy<-Buy panties][$I to $I - 15, $Panties8 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Panties8 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Panties8 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Black panties-15$ <<if $Panties3 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[Satin Diva 1st Buy<-Buy panties][$I to $I - 15, $Panties3 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Panties3 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Panties3 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> <<if $I lt 15>>//Shit. How am I supposed to pay for any of these?// You let out a small sigh at realizing your blunder, and that this was all for nothing. Just as you’re about to head out the store, you get another thought. //No, $name , I'm not about to steal them.// You look back again at the small price tags - they’re only 15$. //No one would miss them. Look at how many of them there are around you// //But stealing is wrong// //Oh, but stealing from $Hannah isn't? Wasting your school time away by perving on girls isn't? What's one more bad thing on top of the rest?// [[Mall<-Put down the panties and leave][$M to $M + 30]] [[Satin Diva Steal<-Steal the panties]]<</if>>

<<set $Fem to 11>>\ <<set $S to $S + 5>>\ <<set $StoleFromSatinDiva to 1>>\ <<set $M to $M + 30>>\ <<if $Thong81 is 0>><<set $Panties3 to 1>><<elseif $Thong81 is 1>><<set $Thong1 to 1>><</if>>\ You swivel your head around, surveying the store. The only other people inside are past many aisles and racks, and behind the counter. With a final mental message of encouragement, you commit to it. Slowly, as if to maintain plausible deniability, you creep out of the store. The automatic doors open for you just as they did when you entered, and you leave. There’s no alarm that blares out, and there’s no one yelling at you to come back and return the stolen underwear. Still, it might be best to go home in case they realize that boy who was walking around stole something. Once you feel the cool outside air on your face, you finally get a moment to relax and congratulate yourself. You actually managed to steal <<if $Thong81 is 1>>a thong<<else>>a pair of panties<</if>> from the store! Sure, it definitely goes against Miss $Gray ‘s aim to mold you into a better person, but she should have thought about that before giving you this task. //Now I’ll just have to show her the receipt and she’ll be happy// //Fuck// Without a receipt, this was all for nothing. Well, you did get some new underwear from it, but you only did this to please Miss $Gray , right? For all the stress you went through, you’ll still be punished, and you have a tiny piece of women’s underwear to keep as a memento of your idiocy. Perhaps if you wore them to Farrix tomorrow, she’ll show you some mercy. After all, people lose receipts all the time, right? When you arrive home, you try to forget the whole ordeal. Committing crimes is stressful work, and you need some R & R. Despite that trouble, you did do something you never thought you’d be able to in the form of being in a lingerie store without dying of embarrassment. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 2]]

<<set $H to 10>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> [[3-2d Lunch<-Continue to lunch][$H to 12]]

<<set $H to 16>>\ <<if $GrayChastityFail is 1 and $EscapeChastity is 12>><<set $CC2 to 3>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell rings, signaling that the students can go home. Though Miss $Gray thought she was punishing you by taking away your right to earn your key for the week, little does she know that you have a perfect replica at home. With that in mind, there’s nothing to stop you from getting home and spending the rest of the day jerking off, just like old times.\ <<elseif $GrayChastityFail is 1>><<set $CC2 to 3>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell rings, signaling that the students can go home. Thanks to your failure to wear the chastity cage to school this week, though, you can’t get the key back regardless of what else you wear. Hopefully you’ll make smarter choices next week.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0>><<set $CC2 to 2>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell rings, signaling that the students can go home. Unless, of course, they are locked in a chastity cage, in which case they must go see Miss $Gray . After room 68 empties off all the students, you enter to talk to the teacher. "Ah, $name , I'm glad to see you care about something" she says, as she removes the key from her necklace. "Keep up your good behavior and I have no issue giving you your key. Isn’t life so much better when you’re obedient?” She slides the key with control over your chastity cage to you. [img[Images/Gray key.jpg]] //Freedom!// You leave the classroom before she finds another way to ruin your day.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 1>><<set $CC2 to 3>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you’re surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that students can go home. Had you been good and obeyed Miss $Gray ‘s feminine demands, you would be able to go to her for the key to genital freedom, but it looks like she gets to hold onto it for a while longer now.<</if>> <<if $Fem is 10 and $Day3 is 2>>[[3-2f Punish<-Finish the day]]<<elseif $Day3 is 3>>[[3-3 Blackmail<-Finish the day]]<<else>>[[3-2f<-Finish the day]]<</if>>

<<if $Day3 lt 3>><<set $Fem to 12>><</if>>\ [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] <<if $Day3 gt 2>>You walk out the school, but nevermind your key, your mind is preoccupied with $Jen , and whatever she has in store this weekend.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3>>You walk out the school, with your chastity key still around Miss $Gray 's necklace, wondering what to do with the rest of your day.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 2>>You walk out the school, chastity key in your pocket, wondering what to do with the rest of your day.<</if>> [[Room 0<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] <<if $S gt 9>>You feel too stressed to not go straight home<</if>>\ <<if $S lt 10>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>>

<<set $M to 55>>\ <<if $CL[1] is 101>><<set $PantyCounter to $PantyCounter + 1>><</if>> Before you head to Farix, you ensure that you have the key to your chastity cage. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] As per Miss $Gray 's new instructions, you enter her room prior to your lesson, so that she can give you an inspection. She’s already at her desk, typing away at the computer. "Nice to see you can sometimes follow rules" she says as she comes out from behind her desk, and you approach. "Now, show me you can follow the rest." [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] <<if $CL[1] isnot 101>>As requested, you unzip your pants, though you can't help but be nervous. After pulling them shyly down, your panties are left embarrassingly exposed. "Panties, just as requested. Good work, $name ."\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>As requested, you unzip your pants. Doing this anyway would make you feel nervous, but especially so when you haven’t followed her instructions to wear panties. And those nerves quickly boil over into fright at seeing her expression from the masculine garments you’re wearing. "Boxers, $name , really? You continue to disappoint me."<</if>> <<if $CC2 is 4>><<set $EscapeChastity to 13>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. Unfortunately for your future, it isnot, and Miss $Gray quickly does the math. “I never gave you the key.” She stares you dead in the face, as though she were trying to turn you to stone, and boy does that sound preferable right now. “How on earth could that have happened?” She sarcastically remarks, allowing your fear to reach even greater heights. Undoubtedly she knows you connived your way out. “Did it just fall off?” “Well?” Your chin sinks to your chest. There’s not enough courage in the world to let you fight this battle. You simply remain silent, which makes you compare yourself to a child hiding in the sheets to protect themselves from a monster, except in this instance, the monster is very much real. “I hope you have the imagination to come up with a good excuse by lunch, because I need to think of an appropriate punishment for this.”\ <<elseif $GrayChastityFail is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated. “Poor sissy. All locked up with no way to get your key until next week. Don’t bother crying, it’ll just make me laugh.” <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”Thanks to that urethral tube, I’m sure you’ll have an extra uncomfortable time whenever you attempt to get hard, but why don’t you try anyway? It’s so fun to watch you squirm.”\ <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”I shouldn’t have to check, but since you were such a naughty sissy, I still will.” She teases the head of your cock through the slit in the chastity cage. Just the touch of her fingernail leaves you wanting to beg for freedom. ”Sadly, I’ve still decided when I’ll let you earn that key back. Oh well.”\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 or $CC2 is 2>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 1>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1, $GrayChastityFail to 1, $GrayChastiyFailCount to $GrayChastityFailCount + 1, $CC2 to 3>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear. Glaring at your unrestrained penis, she quickly becomes irate. “You ungrateful waste of space. I show you immense kindness by giving you the key to your clitty cage, and you repay my generosity by neglecting the thirty seconds it would take to lock it back up. Such disobedience is more than deserving of a punishment, but a detention wouldn’t be even close to what you deserve. In fact, to teach you the importance of locking yourself back up, I think the only suitable consequence is for you to go a while with no access to your little disgrace.” Searching behind her desk, she retrieves another chastity cage, identical to the one you were supposed to wear today. With a grip over your balls that threatens to castrate you, she installs the new device with the efficiency of an expert Rubik’s cube solver. “No matter what you do, you’re not getting this key back until next Monday. I’m sure some time locked away will teach you proper manners, but if it doesn’t, I can always be stricter.”<</if>> She then lets you dress yourself again. <<if $GrayLunchFail is 1>>"It is extremely disappointing that you can't follow the most basic of instructions $name . Come here at lunch for your punishment."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -1>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<else>>“Your behavior has been better as of late. Keep it up.”<</if>> <<if $PantyCounter is 3 and $NoBoxers is 0 and $CL[1] is 101>>Miss $Gray begins tutting beneath her breath, evidently annoyed at another instance of you failing to wear your prescribed panties, but this this time, she seems angered enough to punish you... [[3-3 No Panties Punish<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $PantyCounter is 2 and $CL[1] is 101>>Miss $Gray shakes her head in dissapointment; it seems failing to wear panties again has annoyed her. She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence. [[3-2b<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $PantyCounter is 1>>She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence. [[3-2b<-Continue]]\ <<else>>She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence. [[3-2b<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $W3J1 to 1>>\ You are walking through the corridors of Farrix Academy, thinking of just how much your life has changed since you moved here. That's why you're caught off guard when a voice calls from behind you. "Go into the toilets." You're not sure if someone is trying to talk to you or someone else, so you turn around to see a student standing dead still, looking you intimidatingly in the eyes. It’s just you two in the corridor. A shiver runs down your spine. Her glare is terrifying, and you wouldn't be surprised if you turned to stone. Nervously, you ask who she’s talking to. She certainly isn't someone you know. "Did I stutter? Go into the toilets" her voice repeats. You're in a mix between confused and frightened, but what she says next doubles down on the latter. "Or do I need to tell everyone you're a sissy?" Your bones feel painfully heavy. Your heartbeat has begun to soar and your throat feels drier than cotton. The girl looks to her side, to where you are only now realizing there is a door leading into the toilets. "Now." [[3-3 Blackmail 2<-Continue]]

This girl knows something about you, so you comply and go into the toilets, away from the ears of anyone who might be eavesdropping, for both your sakes. [img[Images/Jen toilets.jpg]] The girl closes the door behind her, and approaches, getting too close for comfort, but her stern expression shows she doesn’t want to get intimate. "Wh..." you begin, only to be cut off, not by words, but rather a phone thrust into your chest. The girl says nothing as you take it and look at the image on the screen. <<if $StoleFromSatinDiva is 1>>It’s a video of you going into Satin Diva, as well as (somehow) security camera footage of you perusing the store. It captures the light bulb going off in your head, and the sleight of the panties slipping into your stealing hands. It’s not only brutally exposing, but incriminating too.\ <<elseif $WentWithAsh is 2>>It’s a picture of you going into Satin Diva, and features footage of you perusing the store. The angle completely omits the fact that you were with $Ash ! It even captures you walking all the way home with the lingerie bag in your hand.\ <<elseif $Thong81 is 1 and visited("3-2f Punish")>>It’s a video of you helplessly dangling from Miss $Gray ‘s wall yesterday in your tiny pink thong.\ <<elseif $Thong81 is 0 and visited("3-2f Punish")>>It’s a video of you sneaking home yesterday, with your tight pink panties over your pants. Somehow, this girl got clear footage of you being so compromised without you even noticing!\ <<else>>It’s a video of you going into Satin Diva, as well as you shopping inside. Your face is clearly visible in the footage. It even features you walking home, with the girly bag in your hands.<</if>> Your face goes from one of embarrassment from the photos existing, to fear as you see the sinister grin on the girl's face. "Let me be clear so you can understand me through your pansy thoughts. Unless you want these pictures shared online, plastered on everyone’s locker in school, and in the mail to everyone you've ever looked at, you will pay me. Every week. Do you understand?" "You're blackmailing me?" "I don't care what you call it. Every Monday. 50$. Or your life is over, sissy. And to make sure you understand, I want you to come to visit me on Saturday." She takes her phone back from your shaking hands. Without saying anything more, she begins to walk out. "Wait!" "What?" "I don't even know your name!" [[3-3 Blackmail 3<-Continue]]

Blackmailer's name: <<textbox "$Jen" "Jennifer">> [[3-3 Blackmail 4<-Continue]]

<<set $Blackmail to 1>>\ <<set $Fem to 13>>\ The girl struts out, leaving you alone in the silent room. She’s turned your whole life on its head in 5 minutes. With the images she has of you being so clearly interested in women’s underwear, she could annihilate your reputation, and it’s not like you need another reason to stand out at Farrix. If she’s going to the extent of taking the shots that she did, who knows if she has anything else on you. It’s probably not a great idea to annoy her.<<if $SawWalkAway is 1>> You think you almost recognise the girl by her voice. You're not sure where from, but she's definitely not in one of your classes. That's when you remember the girl who ruined your makeout session with $Ash. You can recall the back of her hair, and can place it with the voice. //That's her!// As pleased as you are for remembering that, you don't think it means much. From what limited things you do recall, she wasn’t talking about many intimate things.<</if>> Whatever the case, you will have to see her again on the weekend, which is now a new thing for you to dread. [[3-2f<-Continue]]

<<set $M to 55>>\ <<if $W3A2 isnot 2>><<set $W3A2 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W3J1 is 1>><<set $W3J1 to 2, $JenAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[1] is 101>><<set $PantyCounter to $PantyCounter + 1>><</if>> Before you head to Farix, you ensure that you have the key to your chastity cage. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] As per Miss $Gray 's new instructions, you enter her room prior to your lesson, so that she can give you an inspection. She’s already at her desk, typing away at the computer. "Nice to see you can sometimes follow rules" she says as she comes out from behind her desk, and you approach. "Now, show me you can follow the rest." [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] <<if $CL[1] isnot 101>>As requested, you unzip your pants, though you can't help but be nervous. After pulling them shyly down, your panties are left embarrassingly exposed. "Panties, just as requested. Good work, $name ."\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>As requested, you unzip your pants. Doing this anyway would make you feel nervous, but especially so when you haven’t followed her instructions to wear panties. And those nerves quickly boil over into fright at seeing her expression from the masculine garments you’re wearing. "Boxers, $name , really? You continue to disappoint me."<</if>> <<if $CC2 is 4>><<set $EscapeChastity to 13>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. Unfortunately for your future, it isnot, and Miss $Gray quickly does the math. “I never gave you the key.” She stares you dead in the face, as though she were trying to turn you to stone, and boy does that sound preferable right now. “How on earth could that have happened?” She sarcastically remarks, allowing your fear to reach even greater heights. Undoubtedly she knows you connived your way out. “Did it just fall off?” “Well?” Your chin sinks to your chest. There’s not enough courage in the world to let you fight this battle. You simply remain silent, which makes you compare yourself to a child hiding in the sheets to protect themselves from a monster, except in this instance, the monster is very much real. “I hope you have the imagination to come up with a good excuse by lunch, because I need to think of an appropriate punishment for this.”\ <<elseif $GrayChastityFail is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated. “Poor sissy. All locked up with no way to get your key until next week. Don’t bother crying, it’ll just make me laugh.” <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”Thanks to that urethral tube, I’m sure you’ll have an extra uncomfortable time whenever you attempt to get hard, but why don’t you try anyway? It’s so fun to watch you squirm.”\ <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”I shouldn’t have to check, but since you were such a naughty sissy, I still will.” She teases the head of your cock through the slit in the chastity cage. Just the touch of her fingernail leaves you wanting to beg for freedom. ”Sadly, I’ve still decided when I’ll let you earn that key back. Oh well.”\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 or $CC2 is 2>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 1>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1, $GrayChastityFail to 1, $GrayChastiyFailCount to $GrayChastityFailCount + 1, $CC2 to 3>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear. Glaring at your unrestrained penis, she quickly becomes irate. “You ungrateful waste of space. I show you immense kindness by giving you the key to your clitty cage, and you repay my generosity by neglecting the thirty seconds it would take to lock it back up. Such disobedience is more than deserving of a punishment, but a detention wouldn’t be even close to what you deserve. In fact, to teach you the importance of locking yourself back up, I think the only suitable consequence is for you to go a while with no access to your little disgrace.” Searching behind her desk, she retrieves another chastity cage, identical to the one you were supposed to wear today. With a grip over your balls that threatens to castrate you, she installs the new device with the efficiency of an expert Rubik’s cube solver. “No matter what you do, you’re not getting this key back until next Monday. I’m sure some time locked away will teach you proper manners, but if it doesn’t, I can always be stricter.”<</if>> She then lets you dress yourself again. <<if $GrayLunchFail is 1>>"It is extremely disappointing that you can't follow the most basic of instructions $name . Come here at lunch for your punishment."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -1>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<else>>“Your behavior has been better as of late. Keep it up.”<</if>> <<if $PantyCounter is 3 and $NoBoxers is 0 and $CL[1] is 101>>Miss $Gray begins tutting beneath her breath, evidently annoyed at another instance of you failing to wear your prescribed panties, but this this time, she seems angered enough to punish you... [[3-3 No Panties Punish<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $PantyCounter is 2 and $CL[1] is 101>>Miss $Gray shakes her head in dissapointment; it seems failing to wear panties again has annoyed her. She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence. [[3-2b<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $PantyCounter is 1>>She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence. [[3-2b<-Continue]]\ <<else>>She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence. [[3-2b<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $HF2 to 2>>\ <<set $HannahFridayTalk to 0>>\ [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] Approaching the lounge, you’re certain $Hannah is in there since you can hear the TV is on. Opening the door, you see her resting on the couch, currently oblivious to you standing there, or at the very least, pretending she doesn’t know you’re there. "Hey." $Hannah briefly looks at you standing meekly in the doorway. "Hey." Her tone confirms what you already knew - that she has little interest in talking to you right now. Her eyes have already returned to the TV, leaving you with a choice of what to do. [[Hannah Friday 2 Apologize<-Apologize]] [[Room 0<-Leave][$M to $M + 10]]

<<set $W4H2 to 1>>\ <<set $HannahFridayTalk to 0>>\ [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] You walk into the lounge, where you find $Hannah predictably resting on the couch. She welcomes you in and encourages you to sit next to her, which you're happy to do. Together, you watch television, chatting occasionally, but it’s a little hard for you to truly appreciate the conversations that crop up with how strangely cold it is. Looking over, $Hannah is in a usual work outfit, which for her consists of a blouse, a skirt, and a pair of tights, looking distractingly glossy on her legs. [img[Images/P - Hannah 2.jpg]] Your step sister notices your glances, smirking a little. “Cold?” “Huh?” You reply, a little thrown off. “Um, yeah. It’s cold. Aren’t you?” "Not really. A pair of tights can be a girl's best friend on days like these." She rubs her hands sensually over her legs. "Oh" you answer, out of your conversational depth. "Maybe you should get some." She laughingly snides. "I'm good, thanks." You retort, blowing off her suggestion, unsure as to how much she meant her solution. <<if $HannahR gt -1>><<set $HF3 to 2>>"Well, that's up to you. But if you change your mind, just ask me." She’s laughing slightly as she talks, again making it unclear if she’s making a genuine offer, or continuing the bit. You don’t continue that line of conversation, though you do think about it a little more. They’re not really much worse than panties, are they? //What am I saying?//\ <<else>><<set $HF3 to 1>>Your mutual attentions return to the TV, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t thinking about her idea.<</if>> You’ve always enjoyed seeing a woman's legs in tights, or any kind of…what’s the term you’re looking for? Hosery? Hosary? Hosiery? Whatever the case, you’ve always been intrigued by the look of nylons. How they have so many different colors and levels of thickness. They can be so thin as to be non existent, yet you couldn’t forget about the look of them. Being surrounded by women every working day who wear them certainly isn’t helping your intrigue. But up until now, it had only been a visual interest. For some reason, it’s more of a sensory curiosity today. Eventually, $Hannah realizes the time, and wishes you a good rest of the night. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $HannahR to $HannahR + 1, $S to $S - 2]]

<<set $H to 9>>\ <<set $CK to [101, 101, 2]>>\ <<set $W3J2 to 1>>\ You’ve barely gotten dressed when there’s a violent and impatient knock at the front door. You dash towards it, growing quickly annoyed at the perpetual knocking of fist on door. After opening it though, you begin to wish that you hadn’t. $Jen stares back at you. “How did you kno…” “Shut up, loser. I’ve wasted enough time coming here without having to explain that I followed you home. Let me quickly ruin any sense of privacy you foolishly thought you had. If there’s something for me to know about you, you can be damn sure I know it. Understood?” “Wha…” “Good. Now follow me. For what I’ve got planned, we’re going back to my place.” With the things she has on you, it’s clear that you shouldn’t fight her, especially when you have no idea what she wants to do yet. [[Jen 1b<-Get dressed]]

<<set $M to $M + 30>>\ She leads you a distance away, and conversation doesn’t come any more easily the more you journey, and you mostly give up when she starts shouting at your requests that she divulge today’s plan. You’ve ended up in the much more expensive part of the city, and the property $Jen has led you to not only has a much bigger house than you, but the garden alone trumps your abode. [img[Images/Jen house.jpg]] There’s a metal fence on the perimeter, holding back would-be trespassers with its spike topped poles. The large automatic gate opens for $Jen and you, allowing both of you to walk up the driveway. The lawn is neatly manicured beside it. She unlocks the main door, allowing you to enter straight into the heart of the house. The foyer opens up into the rest of the house, and there’s a rustic fireplace in the adjacent living room besides a couple of sofas. $Jen notices the expression on your face as she closes the door. "Yeah, I know, it’s great. My parents would only invite people around to make them feel bad about living in a shack. Shame they're never here to enjoy it." She takes you up a set of stairs, down a hallway, and into her bedroom. Contrasting with $Ash 's room, $Jen 's isn't that personal. No colors stand out, despite its spacious size. There are 2 other doors, which you assume lead to a bathroom and walk-in closet. She demands you take a seat on the bed whilst she rummages in a drawer for something. It doesn’t take her long to find it, and after she does, she positions herself in front of you. “So, in terms of why you’re here, I need some help with something.” “What can I help you with that you couldn’t get someone else for?” “Well, I have a boyfriend, sorry to disappoint you” she sarcastically laughs “and he can be quite pushy with the things he wants.” “I don’t follow.” “Of course you don’t, idiot. Look, we’ve had sex. Many times, of course. I doubt you can relate, but now he wants to try some new things.” “Like?” “Anal.” You giggle a little that this is what she’s gotten so worried about. “Wait, you’re nervous about taking it in the butt?” “No! Of course not! I just…would like to see it done first so that I know what it’s like. I love giving my boyfriend the best, so I don’t want to be worried, that's all. So no, I’m not “nervous.”” “Right.” You have to suppress the desire to laugh more. “So what do you need me for exactly?” “Well, I know what sissies are like.” ““Sissies?” I don’t know what you mean.” “You know, people like you. Failures of men that wear lingerie and crossdress, and like to suck cock and take it in the ass.” You recoil backwards. “Woah, it’s not like that at all.” “Oh really? What is it like then?” You’re between a proverbial rock and a hard place. $Jen ‘s already made these assumptions about you, but who knows what Miss $Gray would do if you told other people about what she’s forcing upon you. “Ugh, so you’re an inexperienced sissy then? Great. Well, I can still use you.” She reveals what was in her hand, a small box, that she then hands to you. “Go ahead. Open it.” [[Jen 1c<-Open it]]

<<set $AnalS to $AnalS + 1>>\ Curious yet nervous, you throw open the lid, and look at the contents. What’s inside is something you’ve seen before in porn and even memes, but you’ve certainly never been this close to one. The size of the butt plug alone is intimidating, never mind the implications. You look back up at $Jen . You know what she's thinking - what she wants. "No." You get up to leave, repulsed at someone even suggesting this. “Do I really have to remind you of the pictures that I have of you? As stupid as you are, I doubt even you could forget about them. Maybe you’re just putting up this fight so that you can say you at least tried, right? Well you did, congrats for sticking up for yourself sissy, but now you’re taking this butt plug up your ass.” You stand in between the door and her, but deep down, you know there’s no choice here. Allowing $Jen ‘s pictures to get out is social suicide. “I don’t want to” you meekly reply, returning to her. “Right, I’m sure.” She takes the silver butt plug and lathers it in lube until it’s almost slipping out of her hands. "I thought a sissy like you would be eager to get your ass plugged" she giggles. You try to tune her mocking out, but it's hard when you can't take your eyes off her hands and what’s in it. "Ready?" "No." "Tough. Lean over." <<if $CL[1] isnot 101>>You position yourself as instructed, but $Jen ‘s too impatient still. Her hands pull down your pants, exposing your underwear. "You sissies truly are pathetic."\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 101>>You position yourself as instructed, but $Jen ‘s too impatient still. Her hands pull down your pants, exposing your underwear. "What’s the matter, sissy? No time to put on your panties today?"<</if>> Trying anything to imagine someplace else, you brace yourself for an invasion of your rear. You feel nothing at first, but that could be $Jen drawing the process out to make you even more frightened. Soon enough though, there’s a cold sensation feeling its way into your asshole. Your butt doesn’t want a visitor as much as you don’t, so it remains steady in the face of the buttplug. But that just makes $Jen pull your cheeks wider apart with her other hand, and push in the plug harder. The ring of your anus expands wider and wider to accommodate the intruder, until it actually becomes easy. The largest part of the plug is inside you and the rest follows. The feeling is…bizarre. Initially, you feel immense relief that the penetration is over, and then, fear that you will have to experience it again to take it out. But after those immediate thoughts, you feel…pleasure? It’s not that intense, and you could probably distract yourself from it fairly easily, but the feeling’s there. It’s like the final piece of a jigsaw. That one piece is tiny, but completes the picture. And right now, with the butt plug in your ass, you feel complete. [img[Images/P - Woman with buttplug.jpg]] Out of your peripheral vision, the sight of something distracts you. It’s $Jen , and she’s recording you. "Hey!" You reach for her, but your balance is completely off, and end up falling on the bed, face up. The pleasure in your butt is even more intense now as you’re sitting on it. Forget her phone, you want to enjoy this feeling! [[Jen 1d<-Continue][$ButtPlugA to 1, $ButtPlug1 to 1]]

<<set $M to 0, $H to 10>>\ You’re in the middle of Satin Diva, standing in line, waiting to be served. Meandering over to the checkout, you plant a pair of panties from your left hand, and a butt plug from your right. The woman on the other side of the counter smiles while scanning them. “I’m sure you’ll be enjoying these." "But they're not for me." “Sure they are.” Her smile gets wider still, and she glances down at your body, resting her gaze at your crotch. You’re entirely naked, save a pair of pink, frilly panties covering your chastised cock. "Look at that little sissy!" A shrieking voice behind you screams. You turn around to see a crowd of women staring at you. "I bet she's already wearing a butt plug, why does she need another one?" $Ash is there too, smiling encouragingly, yet trying to suppress her laughter. $Hannah ‘s also amongst the crowd, but she doesn’t try to hide her disappointment. “I should be glad you didn’t steal my butt plug too, shouldn’t I?" "But they're not for me!" "Sure they are." The line comes from behind the counter, but the voice is different this time. It’s Miss $Gray . “Every girl needs panties. The toy though? Well, those are for kinkier girls. Now, how did you want to pay for those?" ==Your hands reach down to your pockets== You reach inside your panties, looking for money, but only find your locked up penis. "I don't have any money, I'll just put them back." "There's no need for that" a voice calmly assures you, originating from a couple meters to your side. You turn to see a man in a suit: the manager. "There are other ways to pay." [[Jen 1e<-Continue]]

<<set $Blackmail to 2>>\ <<set $LookUpSissy to 1>>\ "Wow, if it's that fun I wished I had done this sooner." "What?" You say, trying to return to your senses. You see $Jen , hovering over you. "I knew sissies like their anal play, but you seem to take it to another level." "Why...why do you keep calling me that?" You ask, getting back to your feet. "Well if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck" she laughs. You still don't know what she means, so you make a note to look into it later. "Anyway, you showed me that I have nothing to be afraid of, so thanks for that. I'll have to try it a bit myself before the real thing." "Right. Can I leave now?" You plead, your head still trying to recover from whatever dream you just had. "Oh, so you want to keep that plug in?" "That's not wh..." "Sure" she mockingly interrupts. "Anyway, this is what's going to happen. You can keep that plug, I certainly wouldn't want it back. But I'm challenging you." "What?" "Well there's nothing like competition to encourage people, right? So I dare you to wear that butt plug to school everyday for the next few days, and I'll do the same." "And what if I don't? Would you blackmail me more?" You retort, genuinely unsure. "Ugh, you’re so quick to think I’m evil, aren’t you? Like I said, think of it as a friendly challenge, so no, it's up to you. But if you do decide to play, then find me after school on Wednesday, and we can...compare findings." $Jen then walks you out of the house. "Enjoy that plug, and remember, 50$ on Monday!" <<if $SawWalkAway is 0>>She closes the door behind you as you walk out, and head back home. //What a strange girl// [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3]]\ <<elseif $SawWalkAway is 1>>$Jen is about to close the door behind you, when you consider bringing up overhearing her in your first week. [[Jen talk<-Mention overhearing her]] [[Jen embarrass<-Try to embarrass her by bringing it up]] [[Room 0<-Leave][$H to $H + 3]]<</if>>

"Strange question, but in the first week, did you go into an empty room at lunch?" "What?" $Jen asks, visibly confused. "It's just I...think I may have overheard you." Her confused look doesn't subside, so you laugh it off, only for $Jen to cut you off. "In the first week? I think I remember. So wait, you were eavesdropping on me?" "What? No, I just overheard you." $Jen giggles a bit. "I'm pretty sure that's the definition of eavesdropping." "It wasn't intentional, I was just in the room when you came in, and I didn't want to interrupt you." $Jen smiles. "And here I thought it was me who had caught you doing something." You both laugh at her point, until you eventually hold eye contact for a moment. A moment later, she waves you off. Despite the cruel nature of your relationship, she doesn't seem as mean as she once did. [[Room 0<-Return home][$H to $H + 3, $JenR to $JenR + 1]]

“I know you like to think that you’re so much better than everyone with your nice house, and that you’re so smart that you’re trying to blackmail me, but it's not like I don't know things about you." $Jen looks unphased. "Oh really? And what do you know about me?" "Well I...I overheard you in the first week of school, at lunch, you were on your phone." "So?" You stand there, on the porch, trying to think of a point. When you can't think of anything, the door slams shut in front of you. //That went well// [[Room 0<-Return home][$H to $H + 3, $JenR to $JenR - 1]]

<<set $Fem to 14>>\ <<set $M to 55>>\ <<if $CL[1] is 101>><<set $PantyCounter to $PantyCounter + 1>><</if>>\ <<set $EscapeChastity to 1>>\ <<if $W4H1 is 1>><<set $W4H1 to 2, $HAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W4H2 is 1>><<set $W4H2 to 2, $HAlert to 1>><</if>>\ Before you head to Farix, you ensure that you have the key to your chastity cage. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] As per Miss $Gray 's new instructions, you enter her room prior to your lesson, so that she can give you an inspection. She’s already at her desk, typing away at the computer. "Nice to see you can sometimes follow rules" she says as she comes out from behind her desk, and you approach. "Now, show me you can follow the rest." [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] <<if $Tights is 1>>As requested, you unzip your pants. What’s revealed immediately catches your teacher’s eye. “My, my, my. You’re so much more of a girl than I thought you were. Without any provocation, demand or even a subliminal message, you’ve worn some tights to school. $name , I’m so proud of you!”\ <<elseif $CL[1] isnot 101>>As requested, you unzip your pants, though you can't help but be nervous. After pulling them shyly down, your panties are left embarrassingly exposed. Miss $Gray looks at them a little, before pulling them below your waist to get a better view of the chastity cage, which she gently feels in her hand. "A locked cage and panties, just as requested. Good work, $name ." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>As requested, you unzip your pants. Doing this anyway would make you feel nervous, but especially so when you haven’t followed her instructions to wear panties. And those nerves quickly boil over into fright at seeing her expression from the masculine garments you’re wearing. "Boxers, $name , really? You continue to disappoint me."She sighs, before pulling down your underwear beneath your crotch. "At least you are properly locked." She then lets you dress again.<</if>><<if $CL[2] is 101>>As Miss $Gray is inspecting you, her gaze falls down to your shoes, where you spot that your shoelaces are untied. "Not the most professional, $name . You might want to fix that." You follow her suggestion, kneeling down to tie your shoes. Trying to ignore the blatantly subservient position you're in and do your best at knotting your laces, you struggle under the gaze of your teacher.<</if>> <<if $CL[2] is 101>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1>>"Such poor quality." Miss $Gray shrieks. "Sorry, I'm normally much better at tying them." "Oh no, not that." Trying to figure out what she means, you follow her gaze to your ankles, or rather, your socks, which are much easier to see than normal due to your trousers being pulled taut. "There’s so many holes in them, and I can only see your ankles. In fact, take your shoes off." "What?" "Do as I ask, $name ." Not wanting to upset the holder of your chastity cage key, you oblige. As you do, Miss $Gray 's suspicions are confirmed, as your socks have holes all over them. "I had heard about how bad boys can be at taking care of their clothes, but this is something else. No, I think you need to be taught to take care of your possessions. Women have to be careful with their hosiery, else the smallest error could ruin them completely. This will be an invaluable lesson for you, so you will now wear tights everyday." "Do I have to? I can just get some new socks." "And what lesson would that teach you? That you can throw money at your problems? I'm sure any new socks would be ruined within the week. No, it wouldn't solve the root problem of recklessness. Starting tomorrow, I want your feet to be encased in nylon." Dejected, you stop arguing, realizing that it's having little effect.\ <<elseif $Tights is 1>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR + 1>>You shiver at your teacher’s comments, but the worst is still yet to come. “Naturally, if you feel more comfortable wearing hosiery to school than you do socks, I think it’s appropriate to change your uniform rules to reflect that. From now on, I want to see hosiery coating your legs above your pretty panties." //Maybe I should have thought this through better//<</if>> <<if $GrayLunchFail is 1>>"It is extremely disappointing that you can't follow the most basic of instructions $name . Come here at lunch for your punishment."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -1>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<else>>“Your behavior has been better as of late. Keep it up.”<</if>> <<if $PantyCounter is 3 and $NoBoxers is 0 and $CL[1] is 101>>Miss $Gray begins tutting beneath her breath, evidently annoyed at another instance of you failing to wear your prescribed panties, but this this time, she seems angered enough to punish you... [[3-3 No Panties Punish<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $PantyCounter is 2 and $CL[1] is 101>>Miss $Gray shakes her head in dissapointment; it seems failing to wear panties again has annoyed her. She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence. [[4-1b<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $PantyCounter is 1>>She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence. [[4-1b<-Continue]]\ <<else>>She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence. [[4-1b<-Continue]]<</if>>

Curious as to the namesake of $Jen ‘s cruel words towards you, your computer screen fills with millions of search results when you look up “sissy.” The answers are a kaleidoscoping number of blogs, captions, porn videos, and a bunch of other things. The blogs act mostly like diaries, with sissies documenting their girlish escapades into femininity, like how they started, usually with a pair of panties, before blossoming into a lover of all types of lingerie, girls’ clothes, makeup, shoes and accessories. But there are plenty of these blogs that are from a dominant’s point of view. They’ve tirelessly documented the progress of their submissive male from shy to whore, complete with hundreds of pictures of them doing sissy things in private, and public. Those blogs seem to have an extra preference for what reveals themself to you as adjacent kinks. So many of these sissies engage in chastity (some of them voluntarily), BDSM, watersports and foot fetishisation. If it’s a partner who’s taking charge, they care extra so for making sure their sissy is obedient. You then click on the images tab, and see the amazing amount of sissy captions. They’re all pictures of women, but with supporting messages overlaid as encouragement for sissies. [img[Images/R - Caption 1.jpg]] Plenty of them, however, take a more demeaning role, and humiliate the viewer. [img[Images/R - Caption 2.jpg]] Finally, you click on the porn websites. As usual with any genre of pornographic content, there’s too much to see in a single lifetime, and they lack any convincing plot. In some, a woman returns from work to see her husband dressed to the nines in her belongings. Of course, she doesn’t care to have a civilized discussion about why her partner would do this. Instead, she demands that her husband put on even more makeup while she calls his boss over to have sex in their bed, all while the sissy watches, humiliated, but also turned on. Next, you discover “Sissy JOI” videos. They feature a woman, though sometimes 2 or even 3, talking to you directly. They all somehow know you’re a sissy, but they vary a little in their reaction. “You like to wear my panties?! This will not do. If you’re going to wear my panties, you have to wear the matching bra.” “I know you think you’re subtle, but you left your disgusting precum all over my dirty knickers. There’s only one solution to this. A chastity cage!” “I wish you’d have told me you were a sissy sooner, then I wouldn’t have felt so bad about fucking your bestfriend.” Be they supportive or disparaging, the videos almost always end with a demand that you cum, although sometimes it’s an edge, or even a ruined orgasm. “Good girl. Now that you’ve released that distracting sissy squirt, you don’t have to worry about anything but wear pretty little panties, okay?” “How does it feel, sissy? To know that this will be your last orgasm ever - that once I lock you in this chastity cage, I’m going to super glue the lock shut. I want you to cum to that thought. Cum knowing you’ll never release your waste of space semen again. Now, CUM SISSY!” “I know you’re over there wanking sissy. Cum if you want, but know that once your bestfriend gets done fucking me, you’re licking me clean afterwards.” Another type of video you stumble across are “sissy hypnosis” videos. In them, a spiral swings about the center of the screen while a woman, though sometimes a man, sweet talks you into a calm state. After ten minutes of lullabying you into tranquility and intellectual numbness, they begin with their requests. Sometimes, it’s as simple as wearing panties, with added emotions, such as happiness or shame, while sometimes it’s a more ambiguous, though concerning, demand you be more submissive in everyday life. They exist for all the adjacent kinks too, like suggestions that you’re inadequate in bed, or encouraging you to wear a chastity cage. The only thing you feel upon discovering this new corner of the internet and sexuality, is shock. What you’re being forced into by Miss $Gray is something that people do willingly, and they’d even pay to have someone be their Miss $Gray . Whilst you have no idea what gave these people those desires, you do take some solace in knowing you aren’t suffering from a solipsistic existence. [[Computer<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $LookUpSissy to 2, $L to $L + 2]]

<<set $W3H1 to 1>>\ [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] With as much courage as you can summon, you try to apologize. "I'm...sorry for stealing from you. I know you must hate me for it, but I do hope you can forgive me." Unsurprisingly, it didn't sound very strong. You’re about to give up and leave when $Hannah responds. "Thank you, $name ." There’s an awkward silence that lingers, which uncomfortably hammers home how much you hurt her. "I probably overreacted by calling your teacher anyway, so I'm sorry as well." You accept her apology, even if it was just her being polite, hoping to put this behind you. She pats the couch beside her, encouraging you to sit down. Seeing an opportunity to make amends, you do. Together, you watch the undecipherable trash that $Hannah has on, but without complaining about it. Beside $Hannah there’s a bottle of wine, which has been more than drunk from. [img[Images/Wine 2.jpg]] "I had a kind of stressful week at work" she remarks, sipping from her glass "so I probably took it out on you a bit." “Anything specific?” “Well, it’s never easy anyway, but my boss makes life so much of a burden than it needs to be.” Noting she’s still arriving home at the expected time and having breakfast with you, it can’t be that he wants her to work outside of scheduled hours. <<if visited("Hannah Friday 1a")>>Then you recall the conversation you had with her last week. “He’s still been checking you out?” “A bit more than that.” She curtly answers, clearly not wanting to explain anymore. “I’m in such an awkward position. With how the business is, I can’t afford to get a reputation as someone who got their boss fired. That’ll follow you for life. I just started, so I can’t ask for a transfer either. I don’t have any power here - I just have to put up with it.”\<<else>>”Has he been giving you harder assignments? Excluding you from meetings?” You ask, out of your area of expertise. “No, it’s nothing like that.” She curtly answers, clearly not wanting to explain anymore. “I’m in such an awkward position. With how the business is, I can’t afford to get a reputation as someone who got their boss fired. That’ll follow you for life. I just started, so I can’t ask for a transfer either. I don’t have any power here - I just have to put up with it.”<</if>> You don’t want to appear insensitive by offering advice to things you know nothing about. So instead, you try comforting and distracting her, which she seems to appreciate. After a while, she decides it’s best for her to head to bed. All throughout your conversation, she kept drinking her wine, so it’s unsurprising that she’s stumbling up the stairs, mumbling incoherently beneath her breath. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $HannahR to $HannahR +1, $S to $S - 2]]

<<set $Tights1 to 1>>\ <<set $W4H1 to 1>>\ <<set $W4H2 to 0>>\ [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] $Hannah is in the lounge, typing away at her laptop, with the TV passively on in the background. “Hey $name . What’s up?” Your throat feels dry as sand as you try to summon the courage to ask her for this embarrassing favor. Your awkward standing there causes $Hannah to completely look away from her laptop to you. “I was wondering if I could, you know, only because you suggested, I mean, maybe borrow some tights?” Stumbling the words out was just as embarrassing as you imagined it would be, and you feel a desire to cover your eyes so that you can’t see $Hannah ‘s reaction. “Oh right. Umm, sure, I guess.” //She sounded so surprised. There’s no way her offer from before was serious. Now she’s going to think I’m some kind of weird crossdresser who likes wearing women’s underwear and she’s going to judge me forever for it. I should have never mentioned this to her. Oh how I wish life had a rewind button!// $Hannah disappears whilst you scrutinize every decision you’ve ever made. She shortly returns with a pair of thick nylon tights in her hand. She hands the black piece of underwear to you. “Here. Don’t worry about giving them back; I have plenty.” “Thanks $Hannah . They’ll be really useful for being warmer, I imagine. Not that I would know for sure. I’ve never worn them before so I wouldn't know.” With every syllable, you can hear your step sister getting more and more confused, and maybe it’s suspicious, or perhaps even disgusted. She smiles back at you kindly. “Is there something else you need?” “I guess not.” You make yourself scarce, wondering why social interaction is something people must endure. [[Room 0<-Continue][$M to $M + 10]]

<<set $WornTights to 1>>\ [img[Images/R - Black tights.jpg]] You strip down to your underwear, curious to put on your new item of clothing. You hold the tights in your hands, enjoying the soft texture. You have memories of being a kid and watching you mother put them on, so you know the process is different than anything else you might wear. With both hands, you reach inside to the foot part and take a firm grasp. You then place you foot inside the condensed material, feeling your toes reach the closing of the material before pulling up the tights up to your knee. You then repeat the process with your other leg. After that, you pull them up your thighs, before letting them rest on your waist. As you stand there in your room, you appreciate the new feeling. You've never felt any clothing feel so tight on your body, yet at the same time, so comfortable. You rub your legs together, and another new feeling washes over you. There's a unique sensation caused by how thick they are. It almost feels like it's not your legs at all. When you look down, you are surprised to see hairs sticking out. You never did care about how thick your leg hair got, but you wouldn't expect it to poke through clothing like this. <<if $CL[1] is 101>><<set $L to $L + 1>>You can't help but feel a little uncomfortable around your crotch, though. Your boxers feel too thick to be under such tight clothing. It's unlikely these tights were made with the idea of guy's underwear underneath.<</if>><<if $Underwear is 1 and $CL[1] isnot 101>><<set $L to $L + 2>>You run your hands up your legs, up to your crotch. Along your rear, you trace the outline of your panties, a sensation that sends shivers down your spine.<</if>> You lay down on your bed, enjoying how little clothing you are wearing, yet how the entirety of your lower body is entirely covered. <<if $CC2 is 1>>Your penis soon shows signs of life, as it starts to push against the constricting material of your hosiery. It feels like torture while it continues to strain, but you are enjoying the other sensations too much to do anything about it.<<elseif $CC2 gt 1>>You look down at your crotch to see the protuding shape of your chastity cage straining against your hosiery. It feels like torture, but you feel to much pleasure to do anything about it.<</if>> Some time later, you decide you probably shoudn't lay around like this all day, so you try to put your mind back to what you were doing before. [img[Images/Rubbing LegsG.gif]] [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $AshWeek4 to 1>>\ <<set $H to 8>>\ <<set $M to 0>>\ The students begin to file in around you. $Ash sits next to you as usual, and you whisper a quiet "hello" to her. <<if $AshR lt 0>>She barely seems to acknowledge your presence past anything more than a small glance in your general direction.\ <<elseif $AshR is 0>>She replies with a brief smile before taking out her work books.\ <<elseif $AshR is 1>>She gives you a wide smile and a flirty wink before taking out her work books.\ <<elseif $AshR gt 1>>She gives you a wide smile, a flirty wink, and even a lingering stare at your crotch.<</if>> [img[Images/Desk Ash.jpg]] The lesson soon begins. <<if $GrayR lt 0>>Miss $Gray seems to be harsher to you today. She demands you answer more questions than she does the other students, and is crueler to you when you get them wrong, and barely affirms your answer when you get them right.<<elseif $GrayR gt - 1>>Despite the pre-class inspection, Miss $Gray barely seems to care about you during the lesson, which you certainly wouldn't complain about.<</if>> <<if $L gt 8>>During the lesson, though, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes lustfully wander to the other students in the class. Miss $Gray seems to have noticed, as a subtle scowls goes your way.<<elseif $L lt 9>>Despite the ample distractions around you in the form of attractive women, you manage to listen diligently.<</if>><<if $Day3 is 1>> $Ash makes sure you walk out of the classroom together. “I was thinking how cool it would be if we hung out more. Are you busy on Sunday?” You fumble a non committal answer, and she gives you a kiss goodbye. No doubt she expects you to turn up to her house.<</if>> [[4-1c Lesson<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 10>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> <<if $Day3 is 1>>[[4-1 HH<-Continue to lunch][$H to 12]]<<else>>[[4-1d Lunch<-Continue to lunch][$H to 12]]<</if>>

<<set $M to 55>>\ <<if $CL[1] is 101>><<set $PantyCounter to $PantyCounter + 1>><</if>>\ Before you head to Farix, you ensure that you have the key to your chastity cage. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] As per Miss $Gray 's new instructions, you enter her room prior to your lesson, so that she can give you an inspection. She’s already at her desk, typing away at the computer. "Nice to see you can sometimes follow rules" she says as she comes out from behind her desk, and you approach. "Now, show me you can follow the rest." [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] <<if $CL[2] is 101>><<set $Fem to 15>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>As requested, you unzip your pants. “Can you not comprehend my most simple instructions? I told you to wear tights, and here you are with your same hole-ridden socks. Do not let this happen again - you have one more day."\ <<elseif $CL[2] isnot 101>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR + 1>><<set $Fem to 16>>As requested, you unzip your pants. “Excellent. Don’t you find that tights are incredibly comfortable on your skin?” She asks, motioning to her own hosiery adorning legs. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy wearing them from now on."<</if>> <<if $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>>Miss $Gray pulls at the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. She smiles at seeing your panties, before reaching inside them to check you're caged. "A locked cage and panties, just as requested. Thank you, $name ." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>>Miss $Gray inspects your panties, before reaching inside them to check you're caged. "A locked cage and panties, just as requested. Thank you, $name ." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 101 and $CL[2] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>Miss $Gray pulls at the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. "Boxers, $name , really? They’re so inappropriate underneath hosiery, and uncomfortable too, I imagine." She sighs, before pulling down your underwear beneath your crotch. "At least you're properly locked." She then lets you dress again.\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 101 and $CL[2] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 2>>”Boxers as well? You continue to disappoint me.” She sighs, before pulling down your underwear beneath your crotch. "At least you're properly locked." She then lets you dress again.<</if>> <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>"It is extremely disappointing that you can't follow the most basic of instructions $name . Come here at lunch for your punishment."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -1>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<else>>“Your behavior has been better as of late. Keep it up.”<</if>> <<if $PantyCounter is 3 and $NoBoxers is 0 and $CL[1] is 101>>Miss $Gray begins tutting beneath her breath, evidently annoyed at another instance of you failing to wear your prescribed panties, but this this time, she seems angered enough to punish you... [[3-3 No Panties Punish<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $PantyCounter is 2 and $CL[1] is 101>>Miss $Gray shakes her head in dissapointment; it seems failing to wear panties again has annoyed her. She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence. [[4-1b<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $PantyCounter is 1>>She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence. [[4-1b<-Continue]]\ <<else>>She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence. [[4-1b<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 16>>\ <<if $GrayChastityFail is 1>><<set $CC2 to 3>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Of course, after “taking advantage of her generosity” in letting you have the key, she has no intention of letting you out until next Monday, and even then, you have to earn it.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0>><<set $CC2 to 2>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Unless, of course, they are locked in a chastity cage, in which case they must go see Miss $Gray . You enter room 68 after the class empties. "Ah, $name , I'm glad to see you care about something" she says, as she removes the key from her breast pocket. "You will give it back to me in our lesson tomorrow, and then I will return it this time tomorrow." She then slides the key across the table, and you hastily grab it. "Don't lose it" She jests. [img[Images/Gray key.jpg]] //Freedom!// You leave the classroom before Miss $Gray finds another way to ruin your day.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Normally, you would go to Miss $Gray at this time, but with you not following her rules, she wouldn't give you the key even if you did go to room 68.<</if>> <<if $Day3 is 1 and $Blackmail is 2>>[[Jen Monday 1<-Finish the day]]<<else>>[[4-1f<-Finish the day]]<</if>> <<if $Day3 is 4>>[[Complain tights<-Complain about tights being uncomfortable]]<</if>>

<<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ <<if $Day3 is 3>><<set $Fem to 17>><</if>>\ [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] <<if $CC2 is 3>>You walk out the school, with your chastity key still around Miss $Gray 's necklace, wondering what to do with the rest of your day.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 2>>You walk out the school, chastity key in your pocket, wondering what to do with the rest of your day.<</if>> [[Room 0<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] <<if $S gt 9>>You feel too stressed to not go straight home\ <<elseif $S lt 10>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>> <<if $Day3 is 3>>[[4-3 Jen<-Meet with blackmailer]]<</if>> <<if $EscapeChastity is 3>>[[Escape Chastity 3a<-Go to the printing lab]]<</if>>

<<set $M to 55>>\ <<if $CL[1] is 101>><<set $PantyCounter to $PantyCounter + 1>><</if>>\ <<set $Tights1 to 1, $CL[2] to 1>>\ <<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>\ <<set $WornTights to 1>>\ <<set $Fem to 16>>\ <<set $S to $S + 1>>\ Before you walk to Farrix, you ensure your chastity cage is locked. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] As per Miss $Gray 's new instructions, you enter her room prior to your lesson, so that she can give you an inspection. She’s already at her desk, typing away at the computer. "Nice to see you can sometimes follow rules" she says as she comes out from behind her desk, and you approach. "Now, show me you can follow the rest." [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] As requested, you unzip your pants. "Again, $name, really? I thought I made myself perfectly clear that from now on you were required to wear hosiery. Fortunately, I was prepared for you doing this." Without elaborating as to just how she came prepared, she rummages around in her bag for something. “Most working women tend to carry a spare pair in their handbags." She retrieves whatever it is she was looking for, and walks back over to you. She hands you the package, which is much easier to see now. It’s a pair of opaque black tights, still in their flimsy plastic box. "What are you waiting for? Put them on." It's one thing to disobey Miss $Gray when she asks you to go out and get something, but it's another thing to go against her will when she wants you to do something right in front of her. "I'd hurry if I were you, unless you wanted your fellow students to walk in on you changing." That point stops any thoughts of arguing with her. You flip off your shoes, pull down your pants and open the package. It’s a strange battle of wanting to put them on quickly, yet not wanting to rip them, which you’ve heard they are so prone to doing. Just feeling them in your hand, you understand those comments. Though you can’t spare the time to look up, you’re sure Miss $Gray is laughing at your struggle. After taking off your socks, the tights are then pulled up your legs, starting at your feet, growing up your calves, before recklessly being pulled up to rest on your waist. "Well that wasn't a very feminine display. I hope you improve over time, and as for those" she says, her eyes resting on the torn and ruined socks on the floor "there's no need for them, and I'm sure you'll agree by the end of day, so how about you throw them in the trash?" You sheepishly do as she wants, tossing them in the bin. “And don’t forget your detention at lunch either.” The classroom door opens for the other students only seconds later. [[4-3b<-Continue]]

<<if $CL[1] is 101>><<set $PantyCounter to $PantyCounter + 1>><</if>>\ Before you head to Farix, you ensure that you have the key to your chastity cage. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] As per Miss $Gray 's new instructions, you enter her room prior to your lesson, so that she can give you an inspection. She’s already at her desk, typing away at the computer. "Nice to see you can sometimes follow rules" she says as she comes out from behind her desk, and you approach. "Now, show me you can follow the rest." [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] As requested, you unzip your pants. <<if $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>>Miss $Gray plays with the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. She smiles at seeing your panties complimenting the hosiery. "Panties and tights, just as requested. Thank you, $name ."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>"No hosiery, $name? Did you get a run in them? Maybe you should start carrying a spare." Miss $Gray then inspects your underwear. "At least you have a pair of pretty panties."\ <<elseif $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>Miss $Gray pulls at the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. "Boxers, $name , really? They’re so inappropriate underneath hosiery, and uncomfortable too, I imagine. You continue to disappoint me."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 2>>"What's this? Did you forget what school you're attending?" She sighs at your lack of hosiery and panties.<</if>> <<if $CC2 is 4>><<set $EscapeChastity to 13>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. Unfortunately for your future, it isnot, and Miss $Gray quickly does the math. “I never gave you the key.” She stares you dead in the face, as though she were trying to turn you to stone, and boy does that sound preferable right now. “How on earth could that have happened?” She sarcastically remarks, allowing your fear to reach even greater heights. Undoubtedly she knows you connived your way out. “Did it just fall off?” “Well?” Your chin sinks to your chest. There’s not enough courage in the world to let you fight this battle. You simply remain silent, which makes you compare yourself to a child hiding in the sheets to protect themselves from a monster, except in this instance, the monster is very much real. “I hope you have the imagination to come up with a good excuse by lunch, because I need to think of an appropriate punishment for this.”\ <<elseif $GrayChastityFail is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated. “Poor sissy. All locked up with no way to get your key until next week. Don’t bother crying, it’ll just make me laugh.” <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”Thanks to that urethral tube, I’m sure you’ll have an extra uncomfortable time whenever you attempt to get hard, but why don’t you try anyway? It’s so fun to watch you squirm.”\ <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”I shouldn’t have to check, but since you were such a naughty sissy, I still will.” She teases the head of your cock through the slit in the chastity cage. Just the touch of her fingernail leaves you wanting to beg for freedom. ”Sadly, I’ve still decided when I’ll let you earn that key back. Oh well.”\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 or $CC2 is 2>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 1>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1, $GrayChastityFail to 1, $GrayChastiyFailCount to $GrayChastityFailCount + 1, $CC2 to 3>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear. Glaring at your unrestrained penis, she quickly becomes irate. “You ungrateful waste of space. I show you immense kindness by giving you the key to your clitty cage, and you repay my generosity by neglecting the thirty seconds it would take to lock it back up. Such disobedience is more than deserving of a punishment, but a detention wouldn’t be even close to what you deserve. In fact, to teach you the importance of locking yourself back up, I think the only suitable consequence is for you to go a while with no access to your little disgrace.” Searching behind her desk, she retrieves another chastity cage, identical to the one you were supposed to wear today. With a grip over your balls that threatens to castrate you, she installs the new device with the efficiency of an expert Rubik’s cube solver. “No matter what you do, you’re not getting this key back until next Monday. I’m sure some time locked away will teach you proper manners, but if it doesn’t, I can always be stricter.”<</if>> She then lets you dress yourself again. <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>"It is extremely disappointing that you can't follow the most basic of instructions $name . Come here at lunch for your punishment."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -1>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<else>>“Your behavior has been better as of late. Keep it up.”<</if>> <<if $PantyCounter is 3 and $NoBoxers is 0 and $CL[1] is 101>>Miss $Gray begins tutting beneath her breath, evidently annoyed at another instance of you failing to wear your prescribed panties, but this this time, she seems angered enough to punish you... [[3-3 No Panties Punish<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $PantyCounter is 2 and $CL[1] is 101>>Miss $Gray shakes her head in dissapointment; it seems failing to wear panties again has annoyed her. She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence. [[4-3b<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $PantyCounter is 1>>She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence. [[4-3b<-Continue]]\ <<else>>She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence. [[4-3b<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 8>>\ <<set $M to 0>>\ <<set $W4A1 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>\ The students begin to file in around you. $Ash sits next to you as usual, and you whisper a quiet "hello" to her. <<if $AshR lt 0>>She barely seems to acknowledge your presence past anything more than a small glance in your general direction.\ <<elseif $AshR is 0>>She replies with a brief smile before taking out her work books.\ <<elseif $AshR is 1>>She gives you a wide smile and a flirty wink before taking out her work books.\ <<elseif $AshR gt 1>>She gives you a wide smile, a flirty wink, and even a lingering stare at your crotch.<</if>> [img[Images/Desk Ash.jpg]] The lesson soon begins. <<if $GrayR lt 0>>Miss $Gray seems to be harsher to you today. She demands you answer more questions than she does the other students, and is crueler to you when you get them wrong, and barely affirms your answer when you get them right.<<elseif $GrayR gt - 1>>Despite the pre-class inspection, Miss $Gray barely seems to care about you during the lesson, which you certainly wouldn't complain about.<</if>> <<if $L gt 8>>During the lesson, though, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes lustfully wander to the other students in the class. Miss $Gray seems to have noticed, as a subtle scowls goes your way.<<elseif $L lt 9>>Despite the ample distractions around you in the form of attractive women, you manage to listen diligently.<</if>><<if $ButtPlugA is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>> The butt plug filling your rear isn’t helping the situation, however, and leaves you even more turned on.<</if>> <<if $AshR gt 1 and $GrayR gt -2 and $GrayLunchFail is 0>>The lesson ends, and you breathe a sigh of over being away from Miss $Gray, at least for a couple of hours. $Ash reminds you to meet her if you’d like to hang out at lunch, before heading off in a different direction.\ <<elseif $AshR gt 1>>The lesson ends, and you breathe a sigh of over being away from Miss $Gray, at least for a couple of hours. $Ash asks if you’d like to hang out at lunch, but because of your overbearing teacher, you can’t. She sighs disappointedly before heading off in a different direction.\ <<elseif $AshR lt 2>>The lesson ends. As you look to your left to chat with $Ash , you’re saddened to realize that she’s already left.<</if>> [[4-1c Lesson<-Continue]]

<<set $W4J1 to 1>>\ You’re looking for $Jen when you hear a familiar voice call your name. “Hey, $name . So, you decided to meet me afterall, huh? Well follow me then.” "Why? Where are we going?" "There's this cool little cafe nearby. Come on, I'll take you there." //What have I gotten myself into?// [img[Images/Cafe exterior.jpg]] 10 minutes after sheepishly following $Jen , you arrive at the cute cafe as promised. The exposed brick walls give it a somewhat artistic vibe, bolstered by the sporadically placed canvases. "Take a seat, over there in the corner." You follow $Jen 's command while she approaches the counter, talking with the woman there. From the way they’re talking and laughing together, you get the impression that they know each other, perhaps they’re even friends. With her back exposed to you, you enjoy the opportunity to admire $Jen 's body without her knowing what you are doing. Since you met her a week ago, you’ve not really had a chance to check her out. A minute later, your blackmailer returns, sitting down opposite you in the booth. "Nice place, isn't it? My Dad's friends with the owner. Anyway, how was your day?" "Good" you curtly reply, not understanding the girl. "You really do confuse me. If you didn't want to talk then you didn't have to look for me after school." You're unsure how to reply, and the silence is only broken when the same girl from behind the counter walks to the table with a tray of 2 mugs which she places on the surface. As quickly as she came, the girl leaves. “Anyway, enough small talk. Did you wear that plug today?" <<if $ButtPlugA is 1>><<set $JenR to $JenR + 1>>Quieting your voice, you reply "I did. Did you?" "Sure did. It's amazing how you almost seem to forget you're wearing it right? Well, until you sit down again." You laugh at her point, happy that it isn't just you. "Are you still nervous?"\ <<elseif $ButtPlug is 0>>"No, I didn't." "Shame. I'm really enjoying it." After she says that, you notice her body subtly moving up and down. //She's bouncing on that plug!// "Are you really doing that here?" "Hey, nobody knows, except you." You feel a faint stroke on your leg, and you're sure it's her leg, teasing you. When the conversation doesn't pick up, you recall your meeting on Saturday. "Are you still nervous?"<</if>> "What for?" "Having sex, with your boyfriend." "Well, we've already had sex, many times. But for anal? A little, not as much as before though. How about you?" "Why would I be nervous about having anal sex?" You have to remind yourself to be quiet after saying that. "Not for that. I mean, have you ever had sex? I assumed you haven't, of course." "No, not yet." You take a sip out of the mug, eager to hydrate your dry throat. "Well I'm sure you've had your eye on some girl at school. Anyone in particular?" [[4-3 Jen Ash<-Mention your friend ]] [[4-3 Jen Gray<-Talk about your teacher]] [[4-3 Jen Nobody<-Don't talk about anyone]]

<<set $WornTights to 1>>\ <<set $S to $S + 1>>\ [img[Images/R - Black tights.jpg]] You hold the nylon in your hands. You reach inside and grab them by the toe section, rushing to ensure you aren't late for Miss $Gray . When you pull them up past your knees and on your waist, you're surprised at how comfortable they feel. [img[Images/Rubbing LegsG.gif]] With how aggressively you put them on, there could easily be a hole in the delicate material, but you don't have time to worry about that right now. [[Lingerie<-Continue]]

<<set $M to 55>>\ <<set $Fem to 18>>\ Before you head to Farix, you ensure that you have the key to your chastity cage. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] As per Miss $Gray 's new instructions, you enter her room prior to your lesson, so that she can give you an inspection. She’s already at her desk, typing away at the computer. "Nice to see you can sometimes follow rules" she says as she comes out from behind her desk, and you approach. "Now, show me you can follow the rest." [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] As requested, you unzip your pants. <<if $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>>Miss $Gray plays with the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. She smiles at seeing your panties complimenting the hosiery. "Panties and tights, just as requested. Thank you, $name ."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>"No hosiery, $name? Did you get a run in them? Maybe you should start carrying a spare." Miss $Gray then inspects your underwear. "At least you have a pair of pretty panties."\ <<elseif $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>Miss $Gray pulls at the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. "Boxers, $name , really? They’re so inappropriate underneath hosiery, and uncomfortable too, I imagine. You continue to disappoint me."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 2>>"What's this? Did you forget what school you're attending?" She sighs at your lack of hosiery and panties.<</if>> <<if $CC2 is 4>><<set $EscapeChastity to 13>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. Unfortunately for your future, it isnot, and Miss $Gray quickly does the math. “I never gave you the key.” She stares you dead in the face, as though she were trying to turn you to stone, and boy does that sound preferable right now. “How on earth could that have happened?” She sarcastically remarks, allowing your fear to reach even greater heights. Undoubtedly she knows you connived your way out. “Did it just fall off?” “Well?” Your chin sinks to your chest. There’s not enough courage in the world to let you fight this battle. You simply remain silent, which makes you compare yourself to a child hiding in the sheets to protect themselves from a monster, except in this instance, the monster is very much real. “I hope you have the imagination to come up with a good excuse by lunch, because I need to think of an appropriate punishment for this.”\ <<elseif $GrayChastityFail is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated. “Poor sissy. All locked up with no way to get your key until next week. Don’t bother crying, it’ll just make me laugh.” <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”Thanks to that urethral tube, I’m sure you’ll have an extra uncomfortable time whenever you attempt to get hard, but why don’t you try anyway? It’s so fun to watch you squirm.”\ <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”I shouldn’t have to check, but since you were such a naughty sissy, I still will.” She teases the head of your cock through the slit in the chastity cage. Just the touch of her fingernail leaves you wanting to beg for freedom. ”Sadly, I’ve still decided when I’ll let you earn that key back. Oh well.”\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 or $CC2 is 2>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 1>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1, $GrayChastityFail to 1, $GrayChastiyFailCount to $GrayChastityFailCount + 1, $CC2 to 3>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear. Glaring at your unrestrained penis, she quickly becomes irate. “You ungrateful waste of space. I show you immense kindness by giving you the key to your clitty cage, and you repay my generosity by neglecting the thirty seconds it would take to lock it back up. Such disobedience is more than deserving of a punishment, but a detention wouldn’t be even close to what you deserve. In fact, to teach you the importance of locking yourself back up, I think the only suitable consequence is for you to go a while with no access to your little disgrace.” Searching behind her desk, she retrieves another chastity cage, identical to the one you were supposed to wear today. With a grip over your balls that threatens to castrate you, she installs the new device with the efficiency of an expert Rubik’s cube solver. “No matter what you do, you’re not getting this key back until next Monday. I’m sure some time locked away will teach you proper manners, but if it doesn’t, I can always be stricter.”<</if>> She then lets you dress yourself again. <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>"It is extremely disappointing that you can't follow the most basic of instructions $name . Come here at lunch for your punishment."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -1>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<else>>“Your behavior has been better as of late. Keep it up.”<</if>> <<if $PantyCounter is 3 and $NoBoxers is 0 and $CL[1] is 101>>Miss $Gray begins tutting beneath her breath, evidently annoyed at another instance of you failing to wear your prescribed panties, but this this time, she seems angered enough to punish you... [[3-3 No Panties Punish<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $PantyCounter is 2 and $CL[1] is 101>>Miss $Gray shakes her head in dissapointment; it seems failing to wear panties again has annoyed her. She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence. [[4-1b<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $PantyCounter is 1>>She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence. [[4-1b<-Continue]]\ <<else>>She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence. [[4-1b<-Continue]]<</if>>

Before you head to Farix, you ensure that you have the key to your chastity cage. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] As per Miss $Gray 's new instructions, you enter her room prior to your lesson, so that she can give you an inspection. She’s already at her desk, typing away at the computer. "Nice to see you can sometimes follow rules" she says as she comes out from behind her desk, and you approach. "Now, show me you can follow the rest." [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] As requested, you unzip your pants. <<if $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>>Miss $Gray plays with the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. She smiles at seeing your panties complimenting the hosiery. "Panties and tights, just as requested. Thank you, $name ."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>"No hosiery, $name? Did you get a run in them? Maybe you should start carrying a spare." Miss $Gray then inspects your underwear. "At least you have a pair of pretty panties."\ <<elseif $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>Miss $Gray pulls at the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. "Boxers, $name , really? They’re so inappropriate underneath hosiery, and uncomfortable too, I imagine. You continue to disappoint me."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 2>>"What's this? Did you forget what school you're attending?" She sighs at your lack of hosiery and panties.<</if>> <<if $CC2 is 4>><<set $EscapeChastity to 13>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. Unfortunately for your future, it isnot, and Miss $Gray quickly does the math. “I never gave you the key.” She stares you dead in the face, as though she were trying to turn you to stone, and boy does that sound preferable right now. “How on earth could that have happened?” She sarcastically remarks, allowing your fear to reach even greater heights. Undoubtedly she knows you connived your way out. “Did it just fall off?” “Well?” Your chin sinks to your chest. There’s not enough courage in the world to let you fight this battle. You simply remain silent, which makes you compare yourself to a child hiding in the sheets to protect themselves from a monster, except in this instance, the monster is very much real. “I hope you have the imagination to come up with a good excuse by lunch, because I need to think of an appropriate punishment for this.”\ <<elseif $GrayChastityFail is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated. “Poor sissy. All locked up with no way to get your key until next week. Don’t bother crying, it’ll just make me laugh.” <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”Thanks to that urethral tube, I’m sure you’ll have an extra uncomfortable time whenever you attempt to get hard, but why don’t you try anyway? It’s so fun to watch you squirm.”\ <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”I shouldn’t have to check, but since you were such a naughty sissy, I still will.” She teases the head of your cock through the slit in the chastity cage. Just the touch of her fingernail leaves you wanting to beg for freedom. ”Sadly, I’ve still decided when I’ll let you earn that key back. Oh well.”\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 or $CC2 is 2>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 1>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1, $GrayChastityFail to 1, $GrayChastiyFailCount to $GrayChastityFailCount + 1, $CC2 to 3>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear. Glaring at your unrestrained penis, she quickly becomes irate. “You ungrateful waste of space. I show you immense kindness by giving you the key to your clitty cage, and you repay my generosity by neglecting the thirty seconds it would take to lock it back up. Such disobedience is more than deserving of a punishment, but a detention wouldn’t be even close to what you deserve. In fact, to teach you the importance of locking yourself back up, I think the only suitable consequence is for you to go a while with no access to your little disgrace.” Searching behind her desk, she retrieves another chastity cage, identical to the one you were supposed to wear today. With a grip over your balls that threatens to castrate you, she installs the new device with the efficiency of an expert Rubik’s cube solver. “No matter what you do, you’re not getting this key back until next Monday. I’m sure some time locked away will teach you proper manners, but if it doesn’t, I can always be stricter.”<</if>> She then lets you dress yourself again. <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>"It is extremely disappointing that you can't follow the most basic of instructions $name . Come here at lunch for your punishment."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -1>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<else>>“Your behavior has been better as of late. Keep it up.”<</if>> <<if $PantyCounter is 3 and $NoBoxers is 0 and $CL[1] is 101>>Miss $Gray begins tutting beneath her breath, evidently annoyed at another instance of you failing to wear your prescribed panties, but this this time, she seems angered enough to punish you... [[3-3 No Panties Punish<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $PantyCounter is 2 and $CL[1] is 101>>Miss $Gray shakes her head in dissapointment; it seems failing to wear panties again has annoyed her. She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence. [[4-1b<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $PantyCounter is 1>>She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence. [[4-1b<-Continue]]\ <<else>>She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence. [[4-1b<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $M to $M + 10>>\ <<set $S to $S + 1>>\ <<set $OrderToShave to 1>>\ "Miss $Gray?" You meekly utter as you nervously enter her attention again. "Yes, $name?" "About these...tights...well they're not that comfortable, I was wondering if maybe you would allow me to wear socks again. I promise I will take good care of them." The room is silent following your unconfident speech as your teacher (presumably) considers your request. Her answer only commences once you have the confidence to look up at her. “So you’re not happy with the new rules? The rules that every other student at Farix has no problem with? I’m not sure when you will learn that you are not an exception, $name .” “But I’m a boy! How is that not an exception?” “Your gender is irrelevant in this. You are at a school for girls, so you shall follow the same rules.” You realize you won’t win this argument, or probably any other one with her, so you go to head out the door. “Hold on, $name .” Her voice cuts across the room, stopping you just as your hand was about to reach the door handle. “If you’re uncomfortable, there is an obvious reason why.” “Really? Why?” “Hosiery is designed for women, who are expected to shave their legs. If you are finding them uncomfortable, then you will just have to remove that unsightly hair.” “I’ll think about it.” You reply, having already written her stupid suggestion off. “Oh, sorry if I made it sound like you have a choice in this, it was a command, not a suggestion. If you have a problem, then this is the natural solution, so I expect them to be shaved by Monday.” Knowing nothing you can say will change her desires, you leave the room, having only made things worse for yourself. [[4-1f<-Continue]]

<<set $Razors to $Razors - 1>>\ <<set $Shaving to $Shaving + 1>>\ <<if $OrderToShave is 1>><<set $OrderToShave to 2>><</if>>\ <<if $OrderToShave is 0>><<set $OrderToShave to 3>><</if>>\ [img[Images/R - Shave Legs.jpg]] <<if $ShaveLegs gt 100>><<set $H to $H + 2>>You step into the shower, feeling the water run from the top of your body before dripping and sliding down to your legs - your hairy, manly legs. With an almost nervous feeling in your stomach, you take your bottle of body wash, squirt a very generous glob into your hand, and spread it over your right leg. You then reach over to your razor. You slide it up your leg once before hair jams the blades. After rinsing them out, you take another swipe at your leg. You have to keep rinsing the razor out, but you make progress as you see the hairs disappear from your ankles, then your calves. Your knees are a pain as you almost fall over trying to get to every part of your leg. You finish shaving your thigh before you take a proud look at your work. There's a clear difference between how your legs look. Your left looks like that of an ugly, unkempt bear, while your right looks like a sexy picture of femininity. When you reach down to feel the difference, your view is only supported. In comparison to your shaved leg, the other one feels like it has thorns growing on it. Surprisingly, that doubles your conviction as you get about shaving leg number 2. It feels easier and quicker this time, and before you know it, you have two smooth, womanly legs that feel heavenly to rub together. [[Bathroom<-Return][$H to $H + 2, $ShaveLegs to 0]]\ <<else>><<set $ShaveLegs1 = ["Stepping into the shower, you feel the refreshing power of H2O washing your body over from head to toe.", "The hot shower water blasts onto your skin, leaving you feeling clean.", "You step into the shower and turn it on, the tonic water leaving you refreshed."]>><<set $length = $ShaveLegs1.length>>\ <<set $i = Math.floor(Math.random()*$length)>>\ <<print $ShaveLegs1[$i]>> <<set $ShaveLegs2 = ["You reach for one of your razors, and get ready to shave your legs.", "Grasping at one of your razors, you prepare to shave your legs.", "With your razor in hand, you get ready to shave your legs."]>><<set $length = $ShaveLegs2.length>><<set $i = Math.floor(Math.random()*$length)>>\ <<print $ShaveLegs2[$i]>> <<set $ShaveLegs3 = ["Beginning with your right leg, you point your feet, ankle and knee to get a better view of your body.", "You start from your ankle and work your way up past your knee and up to your thigh.", "The razor shaves first around your ankles, before scratching the hairs off the rest of your leg."]>><<set $length = $ShaveLegs3.length>><<set $i = Math.floor(Math.random()*$length)>>\ <<print $ShaveLegs3[$i]>> <<set $ShaveLegs4 = ["The blade works it’s way around your other leg, until you’re left with a pair of beautiful, womanly limbs on the lower half of your body", "After another 20 minutes of painstaking attention to detail, you have to hairless legs with which to stand on.", "Once your razor finishes it’s journey around your other leg, you’re left with your gorgeous body, hairless."]>><<set $length = $ShaveLegs4.length>><<set $i = Math.floor(Math.random()*$length)>>\ <<print $ShaveLegs4[$i]>> [[Bathroom<-Return][$H to $H + 1, $ShaveLegs to 0]]<</if>>

<<if $CC2 is 2>><<set $CC2 to 3>><</if>>\ <<set $Fem to 22>>\ <<if $Day3 is 1>><<set $GrayChastityFail to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $W5A1 is 1>><<set $W5A1 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W5A2 is 1>><<set $W5A2 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W5H1 is 1>><<set $W5H1 to 2, $HAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W5H2 is 1>><<set $W5H2 to 2, $HAlert to 1>><</if>>\ Before you walk to Farrix, you ensure your chastity cage is locked. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] As per Miss $Gray 's new instructions, you enter her room prior to your lesson, so that she can give you an inspection. She’s already at her desk, typing away at the computer. "Nice to see you can sometimes follow rules" she says as she comes out from behind her desk, and you approach. "Now, show me you can follow the rest." [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] As requested, you unzip your pants. <<if $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>>Miss $Gray plays with the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. She smiles at seeing your panties complimenting the hosiery. "Panties and tights, just as requested. Thank you, $name ."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>"No hosiery, $name? Did you get a run in them? Maybe you should start carrying a spare." Miss $Gray then inspects your underwear. "At least you have a pair of pretty panties."\ <<elseif $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>Miss $Gray pulls at the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. "Boxers, $name , really? They’re so inappropriate underneath hosiery, and uncomfortable too, I imagine. You continue to disappoint me."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 2>>"What's this? Did you forget what school you're attending?" She sighs at your lack of hosiery and panties.<</if>> <<if $CC2 is 4>><<set $EscapeChastity to 13>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. Unfortunately for your future, it isnot, and Miss $Gray quickly does the math. “I never gave you the key.” She stares you dead in the face, as though she were trying to turn you to stone, and boy does that sound preferable right now. “How on earth could that have happened?” She sarcastically remarks, allowing your fear to reach even greater heights. Undoubtedly she knows you connived your way out. “Did it just fall off?” “Well?” Your chin sinks to your chest. There’s not enough courage in the world to let you fight this battle. You simply remain silent, which makes you compare yourself to a child hiding in the sheets to protect themselves from a monster, except in this instance, the monster is very much real. “I hope you have the imagination to come up with a good excuse by lunch, because I need to think of an appropriate punishment for this.”\ <<elseif $GrayChastityFail is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated. “Poor sissy. All locked up with no way to get your key until next week. Don’t bother crying, it’ll just make me laugh.” <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”Thanks to that urethral tube, I’m sure you’ll have an extra uncomfortable time whenever you attempt to get hard, but why don’t you try anyway? It’s so fun to watch you squirm.”\ <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”I shouldn’t have to check, but since you were such a naughty sissy, I still will.” She teases the head of your cock through the slit in the chastity cage. Just the touch of her fingernail leaves you wanting to beg for freedom. ”Sadly, I’ve still decided when I’ll let you earn that key back. Oh well.”\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 or $CC2 is 2>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 1>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1, $GrayChastityFail to 1, $GrayChastiyFailCount to $GrayChastityFailCount + 1, $CC2 to 3>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear. Glaring at your unrestrained penis, she quickly becomes irate. “You ungrateful waste of space. I show you immense kindness by giving you the key to your clitty cage, and you repay my generosity by neglecting the thirty seconds it would take to lock it back up. Such disobedience is more than deserving of a punishment, but a detention wouldn’t be even close to what you deserve. In fact, to teach you the importance of locking yourself back up, I think the only suitable consequence is for you to go a while with no access to your little disgrace.” Searching behind her desk, she retrieves another chastity cage, identical to the one you were supposed to wear today. With a grip over your balls that threatens to castrate you, she installs the new device with the efficiency of an expert Rubik’s cube solver. “No matter what you do, you’re not getting this key back until next Monday. I’m sure some time locked away will teach you proper manners, but if it doesn’t, I can always be stricter.”<</if>> <<if $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs gt 6>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>Miss $Gray looks at your legs. "Really? How could you let your legs grow this disgusting? Be sure to shave them and they'll look and feel much better." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 3>>Miss $Gray lightly strokes your leg. "Don't you just love the feeling of freshly shaven legs? So smooth, so feminine. Keep it up."\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 7 and $ShaveLegs gt 2>>Miss $Gray admires your legs. "Smooth, be sure to keep it up." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 1 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>"And don't think that I hadn't noticed that you haven't shaved your legs yet. It will make your hosiery feel much more pleasant." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 2>><<set $OrderToShave to 4>>"And don't think I didn't notice your shaven legs" she remarks, stroking your smooth skin. "Don't they make your legs feel much more womanly? I doubt you will need to complain about your hosiery ever again." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 3>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR + 1, $OrderToShave to 4>>"Are those what I think they are?" She asks, stroking your shaven legs. "How smooth. Don't they make your legs feel so womanly, so feminine? I'm so proud of you, doing this without any encouragement. Since everyone else at Farrix shaves their legs regularly, I see no reason why shouldn't have to from now on, though I doubt you will complain at that." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<else>>She then lets you dress yourself again.<</if>> <<if $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] is 3>> \ Miss $Gray admires your flats. "Such cute shoes, $name . Make sure to keep wearing them."\ <<elseif $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] isnot 3>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>> "I'm sure you would much prefer to be wearing a pair of cute flats, so where are they?"<</if>>\ <<if $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 1>> Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. "Nice to see you can remember this" she taunts, pressing down on the butt plug inside you. "I'm sure it will be harder for you to daydream in class when you have this constantly reminding you of its presence."\ <<elseif $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1, $TimesSpanked to $TimesSpanked + 1>> Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. The silent room is quickly filled with a shriek from you as her hand slaps your butt cheeks. "I thought I made it clear that you will wear a butt plug from now on." Several more times you cry out as her hand hits you.<</if>> <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>"It is extremely disappointing that you can't follow the most basic of instructions $name . Come here at lunch for your punishment."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -1>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<else>>“Your behavior has been better as of late. Keep it up.”<</if>> She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for your lesson to commence.<<if $L gt 6 and $SportsBraOrder is 0>><<set $SportsBraOrder to 1>>Feeling on edge from your hornyness, you decide to be boldly daring. Your teacher’s sat, not paying attention to you, preparing the lesson whilst awaiting the rest of the students’ arrival. With her ample bosom, how could you not take the opportunity to stare? Well, only a few seconds into doing that do you get caught red handed and lustful eyed in another harsh moment of realization that she has a sixth sense when it comes to you. Her head flips round to capture you staring. “Really? After all you’ve done in your time here to make the girls feel uncomfortable, you can’t be a better person and ignore these?” Her hands cup her breasts, not helping your position. “With how you’re around girls for most of the day, I’m surprised you’re not better than a compulsion to stare. But who am I kidding? I should never assume anything but the worst of you.” She seems like she’s done, before her scathing rant picks up again. “I think you need to feel as self conscious as women do, so that you can empathize with them instead of gormlessly gazing. Yes, from now on, you’ll need to wear a sports bra everyday.” “A sports bra?!” “Yes. They should be easy enough to hide, but should leave you more than conscious of its presence, leaving you just as self aware of its existence as your cohorts are of their breasts. But don’t worry, it’s as though your white shirt is transparent, is it?” She cackles as she once more fills you day with feelings of dread.<</if>> [[5-1b<-Continue]]

“Well, there is this girl that’s in one of my classes. She’s really cute but…is into some interesting things. She’s gotten me into a mess before. As much as I like her, she hasn’t brought up taking the relationship forward, or even making it official.” “Huh. Well, it sounds like you’re really into her, and she must like you too if you’ve been intimate." "I suppose." “Trust me. If there’s one thing I know, it’s relationships. Don’t be bummed out just because you didn’t have sex on the first date. Unless she’s a complete lunatic, she’ll end up having sex with you eventually.” "I guess you’re right." "Now, who is this delightful woman?” “Her name’s $Ash .” $Jen spits out her drink. “Wait, $Ash ? You’re in Miss $Gray ‘s class, right?” You nod, alarmed at her reaction. “Oh man, $name . You sure know how to pick them.” “What do you mean?” “To cut a long story short, we used to know each other. It wasn’t my choice - she was friends with my…friend. Anyway, I’m not gonna tell you how to live your life, apart from giving me my money, of course, but I’d be wary of her.” [[4-3 Jen 2<-Continue]]

"Well, it probably sounds stupid, but I do have something of a crush on one of my teachers." "Oh yeah? Who? Let me guess, it’s Mr Hawt in Science, right?" "What? No, it’s Miss $Gray ." "Oh man..." "What?" "I'm sure any boy who goes to Farrix would have a crush on her. But don't let her beauty fool you, she's a ruthless bitch." "What makes you say that?" "Well I've heard things, not from students, but some powerful people. Apparently, she was fired from her last job for accepting bribes." "Really, where was she fired from?" "I'm not sure, but I think she was a teacher at another school. But that's not the fucked up part. I heard the bribes came from someone who was representing the mafia or some other crime group. Anyway, once they had her do a couple of things for them, they had her under their thumb. If she ever did anything they didn't want, one leak to the police later, she's in prison." "Damn. Are we talking about the same Miss $Gray ?" "Well, these are all rumors. But all lies have an element of truth, right?" [[4-3 Jen 2<-Continue]]

"Actually, not really.” You answer, trying to come with a good excuse. “Life's been really chaotic ever since moving here, so relationships aren't exactly my first priority." "That's understandable. As someone who's been in many shitty relationships, it can be liberating to be single and not have to worry about someone else. Plus, sometimes you just want to fuck other people, you know?" "Not really." "Right, of course not. But things are amazing when you don't have them, right? And when you do have them, they lose their value." "Are you saying it's better to not have things than to have them?" "Man, I don't know. It's the middle of the week after school, I think I'm all tapped out of wisdom for now." [[4-3 Jen 2<-Continue]]

<<set $M to $M + 30>>\ A noise originates from $Jen 's phone, which she retrieves from her bag. It sounds like a phone call, but when she looks at the screen, she taps the deny button. "Anyway, as I was sa..." Her phone rings again. "Sorry about this." This time she accepts the call, leaving you to sip on the rest of your drink. "Really? Right now?" "Well, yeah, a little, but I can be there if you’re desperate." "Whatever. I'll be there soon." The call ends. "Well I'm sorry to do this, but I've got to go." "Is everything okay?" "It's nothing" she says, getting to her feet and picking up her bag. "Can you cover this?" [[4-3 Jen 4a She Pay<-Ask her to pay for the drinks]] <<if $I gt 9>>[[4-3 Jen 4b Pay<-Pay for the drinks]]\ <<elseif $I lt 10>>You don't have the money to pay for the drinks<</if>>

"Sorry, but I don't think I have enough on me.” "No worries, I can get it." She reaches into her pocket and drops 15$ on the table. "Hey, remember fifty on Monday, though." Her voice fades as she dashes away, out the door. //Huh. I wonder what that was about// You remain in the booth for a moment, reflecting on the surprisingly nice time you had with the girl who is blackmailing you. When your mug sits empty, you also head to leave, thanking the girl behind the counter before going home. [[Room 0<-Continue][$JenR to $JenR + 1, $H to $H + 3]]

"Yeah sure, no worries." "Thanks. I appreciate it." Expecting her to leave, you're caught off guard when she leans in and kisses you on the cheek. "Remember, fifty on Monday." Her voice fades as she walks out the door. You remain in the booth for a moment, reflecting on the surprisingly nice time you had with the girl who is blackmailing you. When your mug sits empty, you also head to leave, thanking the girl behind the counter before going home. [[Room 0<-Continue][$JenR to $JenR + 1, $H to $H + 3, $I to $I - 10]]

<<set $WornNeg to 0>>\ After walking the familiar path to $Ash ‘s house, she eagerly opens the door before you even get a chance to knock. “Hey $name !” She greets you inside with a kiss, before leading you upstairs. While her Farrix uniform certainly allows her to dress slutty, her outfit today leaves even less to the imagination. [img[Images/P - Ash 1a.jpg]] “I was thinking we could watch a movie. I heard about this really cool drama that I wanted to check out.” She cuddles up to you on the couch before pressing play on what quickly proves itself to be more than a simple drama. The lady of the household never cared much for her husband, likely because she never had much choice in the marriage. The few experiences she had of joy as a wife was when she could spend frivolously, but that all changed when the lord hired a new maid. Of course, neither of the women could express the emotions they immediately felt, both because it’d be improper, but also because of the consequences if such admissions were overheard. But the lady noticed how the maid’s stare lingered whenever she was dressing her, and whenever she was caught gazing at the lady’s breasts, she’d blush. And how was the maid supposed to feel when she overheard the lady talking good of her to the lord? The night it truly started though, was following an argument between the wedded couple, and the lady, brought to tears, looked to her loyal maid for comfort. “I wish he’d be more attentive. More like…you.” The lady welcomed the kiss that followed, and they soon found themselves stripping - the noblewoman of her velvet dress and jewels, and the maid of her one and only tattered and torn uniform. It soon becomes more than swapping tongues, and they find themselves scissoring each other. While neither have experience with such an act, they make up for it with lust. They’re so turned on, in fact, they forget the need to be quiet, and their screeching moans soon echo all over the property, alerting the husband. Alarmed, he races to the source, stopping at the door and peeking through the keyhole. Rather than be disgusted and enraged at the adulterous act, he takes out his hard cock, and begins jerking off. It doesn’t take long for him to cum, and when he does, he too forgets to be subtle with his moans, grunting as his seed splatters against the door. The women orgasm in unison. All three are ready for round two. $Ash is on you before the credits begin to roll. “Kiss me.” She straddles you whilst locking your lips, both of you barely remembering to stop for oxygen. Hands frantically grab at each other’s body. You struggle to take off her skirt, whilst she unbuckles your pants. <<if $CL[1] is 101 and $CL[2] is 101>>”Oh $name ! Are you wearing tights? You have no idea how much you’re turning me on right now!” She pulls your pants further down to your knees. Her hands stroke over your nylon-covered legs, teasing you further. Fingers peeling away at your tights, she uncovers your boxers. ”Huh.” $Ash grunts, dejected. “Is everything okay?” “It’s nothing, I’m just not feeling that well is all. Sorry, but I don’t think I can do this right now.” You can’t understand what happened to make everything go wrong, but you get dressed once more. You and $Ash talk a bit, but it’s hard to repair the ruined atmosphere. Eventually, you decide it’s for the best to leave. [[Room 0<-Leave][$L to $L + 2, $H to $H + 3, $AshW1 to 1]]\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 101 and $CL[2] is 101>>She pulls your pants down to your knees, where she uncovers your boxers. ”Huh.” $Ash grunts, dejected. “Is everything okay?” “It’s nothing, I’m just not feeling that well is all. Sorry, but I don’t think I can do this right now.” You can’t understand what happened to make everything go wrong, but you get dressed once more. You and $Ash talk a bit, but it’s hard to repair the ruined atmosphere. Eventually, you decide it’s for the best to leave. [[Room 0<-Leave][$L to $L + 2, $H to $H + 3, $AshW1 to 1]]\ <<elseif $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>>[img[Images/P - Ash 1c.jpg]] ”Oh $name ! Are you wearing tights? You have no idea how much you’re turning me on right now!” She pulls your pants further down to your knees. Her hands stroke over your nylon-covered legs, teasing you further. FIngers peeling away at your tights, she uncovers your panties. [[AshW1 Sex Time<-Continue][$L to $L + 2, $H to $H + 3]]\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>>She pulls your pants down to your knees, where she uncovers your panties. [[AshW1 Sex Time<-Continue][$L to $L + 2, $H to $H + 3]]<</if>>

<<if $CC2 is 3>>$Ash kisses the top of your panties. "Is that a cage I feel?" Her fingers curl up into your panties, pulling them down and exposing your locked up cock. "Tell me, do you have the key on you?" $Ash looks visibly disappointed when you shake your head. “Fuck, I’m so horny right now. If I can’t help you get off, then you’re going to have to help me.” With that said, you watch as her arms reach over her bed and beneath her pillow. When they return to within your peripheral vision, you see a silicone dildo grasped. She thrusts it into your chest. “Here. I hope you know what to do.” [img[Images/P - Ash 1b.jpg]] She flips over onto the bed, rushing to pull down her skirt. She flicks it off with her feet, leaving you an open view of her red sheer panties, which do little to hide her vagina. Taking her dildo in your hand, you move closer to $Ash . You can see small dots and lines of wetness in her gusset. Her eyes give you a look you’ve never seen before - a gaze which tells you to hurry up. Just as she had done to you, you pull down her panties. Having never been relied on to give someone sexual pleasure, you sweat as your hands navigate the dildo to her pussy. You watch, almost in awe, as the dildo enters, the head penetrating her pussy. The artificial cock moves in further slowly. Suddenly, you feel $Ash ‘s hands on yours, pushing you to thrust faster and further. Her grip releases when you’re thrusting at a pace that’s making her moan, which spurs you on quicker still. Your still exposed dick is staining the bed with precum, drawing artwork of denied pleasure, just as $Ash did with her panties. Her grunts are getting more aggressive, and there’s a slapping sound coming from the dildo sliding inside her pussy. “$name ! I’m go…” She has to take heavy breaths between words. “Gonna…” “CUM!” Her moans slow down to a labored crawl. “That…that was something else $name .” You stop your now aching arms before laying down next to $Ash . “You’re great with your hands. You must get a lot of practice.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask, your own words split by heaving breathing. She laughs slightly. “Well, if you had remembered your keys I could have helped you out.” You both embrace the pleasant silence of $Ash ‘s post orgasmic bliss before she breaks it. “Spend the night.” “What?” “Stay here, with me, just us.” [[AshW1 Spend the Night<-Agree][$L to $L + 4]] [[AshW1 Leave<-Decline][$L to $L + 4]]\ <<elseif $CC2 is 2>>$Ash kisses the top of your panties. "Is that a cage I feel?" Her fingers curl into your panties, pulling them down and exposing your locked up cock. "Tell me, do you have the key on you?" Too horny to care about anything but your dick and it’s soon to be pleasure, you remove the key from your pocket. $Ash instantly takes it from you, and uses it to unlock the cage.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 1>>$Ash kisses the top of your panties, helping your growing dick. Her fingers curl into your panties, pulling them down and exposing your now more than hard member.<</if>> <<if $CC2 is 2 or $CC2 is 1>><<set $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1>>She gets to work on your dick, massaging it as precum begins leaking. “Do you like it?” You grunt in response. “I said, do you like it?” “Yeah, sure.” Your words fall from coherent to grunts once more. She begins jerking your dick, rhythmically upwards and downwards. Her motion picks up, getting faster and faster. Your eyes roll back when you feel a new sensation on your dick. A wetness, as well as a tongue running along your cock, from tip to base. [img[Images/P - Ash 1d.jpg]] $Ash ‘s lips engulf your member. You know you won’t be able to last long at all, so you enjoy the feeling of your first blowjob. You’re teetering on the edge of cumming when you start to hear $Ash gagging, but she keeps going. The noises give you a sense of power, of having a mighty, large cock being choked on. Jizz shoots out from your penis as $Ash continues sucking, until she slows down and stops. You look down to see her smiling face. Her opening mouth gives you the sexy sight of her mouth, drowning in cum, it even leaking out of her lips, hanging like a spider dangling from a web. Her mouth closes and you see her throat swallowing. You watch as she opens her now empty mouth. “Spend the night.” “What?” “Stay here, with me, tonight.” [[AshW1 Spend the Night<-Agree to spend the night][$L to 0, $S to $S - 3]] [[AshW1 Leave<-Decline][$L to 0]]<</if>>

<<set $Fem to 20>>"Alright, I'll stay the night." "Great! That's awesome. You should go get your school gear so that we can leave for school together tomorrow." You agree, and leave for a short trip back home. Dashing there, you arrive as $Hannah is preparing some food in the kitchen. "Hey $name . Where have you been?" "At a friend's house, I'm going to spend the night there." "Oh, cool." She sounds almost surprised that you have somewhere else to be. “So you won’t be back until tomorrow?” “Yeah, after school.” You head upstairs and gather all the things you’ll need for school: your uniform and your bag. Returning downstairs, $Hannah is waiting by the open door for you. She gives you a hug, which catches you off guard. “Stay safe. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You wave her goodbye and she closes the door behind you. Contrastingly, $Ash is eagerly waiting for your return. When you arrive at her house, she smiles at you. “I’m so happy you’ll be here tonight.” You both sit back down on the bed, where she selects another movie to watch. You two binge movies for an untraceable amount of time. When $Ash looks at her phone, she suggests you should go to bed. You’re shocked to learn at how fast the time passed, but you agree and get ready to go to sleep. [[AshW1 night<-Prepare for sleep][$L to $L + 2, $H to 23]]

<<if $CC2 is 2>>“Sorry, but I don’t think I should. I mean, it feels like we don’t really know each other.” $Ash is visibly disappointed. “Alright, if that’s what you want.” The two of you clean up from your mess and you put your chastity cage back on. There’s some conversation, but you can’t throw off a lingering feeling of regret.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 1 or $CC2 is 3>>“Sorry, but I don’t think I should. I mean, it feels like we don’t really know each other.” $Ash is visibly disappointed. “Alright, if that’s what you want.” The two of you clean up from your mess. There’s some conversation, but you can’t throw off a lingering feeling of regret.<</if>> $Ash walks you to the door. “This was nice. We should hang out more often, stop by on Sundays if you want.” You thank her for her offer, before leaving to head back home. [[Room 0<-Continue][$AshW1 to 1, $H to $H + 2, $AshR to $AshR - 1]]

<<set $CK to [0, 0, 0]>>\ $Ash goes to brush her teeth, allowing you to get changed into your pajamas, or you would, had you remembered them. Instead, you simply strip to your underwear, and wait under the covers. $Ash returns, and quickly notices your lack of clothing. “Forget your PJs?” “Kind of.” She gets undressed too, completely within sight, down to her underwear, which are barely covered by the shirt and shorts she then puts on. [img[Images/P - Ash 1e.jpg]] “Want to borrow some?” [[AshW1 yes<-Agree]] [[AshW1 no<-Decline]]

<<set $WoreNeg to 1>>\ <<set $CK[0] to 44>>\ “Sure, if you don’t mind.” She dives into her drawer looking for something that would suit you. Given the set she’s wearing, you’re expecting a similar pairing, that’s why you’re surprised when she tosses a pink negligee at you. “Don’t you have anything else?” “Hey, you asked for something. Maybe if you specified what you wanted.” “Well, can I have something a little less…revealing? This won’t even reach my thighs!” “That’s kind of the point, hun. It’s much sexier that way, and they give a great view of your cute panties.” You sigh slightly at realizing she won’t hand you anything else, and with her getting into bed, the pressure’s on you to follow suit. You wouldn’t want her to feel bad either, so you move the negligee over your head and pull it down. At least you were right - it doesn’t even reach your thighs. [img[Images/P - Ash 1f.jpg]] The smooth fabric is soft as it hangs from your shoulders, and feels incredibly weightless. “Very sexy. Now, how about we go to sleep?” You agree and get under the covers, laying next to $Ash in the queen size bed. She turns off the lamp next to her and there’s some pillow talk, but you both are too tired from a day watching atrocious movies to keep it up for long. [[AshW1 Sleep<-Go to sleep]]

“No thanks, I’m good.” “Suit yourself.” $Ash slides into bed next to you. She turns off the lamp next to her and there’s some pillow talk, but you’re both too tired from a day watching atrocious movies to keep it up for long. [[AshW1 Sleep<-Go to sleep]]

"Keep it down." $Jen moans in a hushed voice. “You wouldn’t want your husband to hear us, would you?” “Will you shut up and keep going?” $Ash returns, her own moans separating words. “Being demanding is only going to make me rougher.” “So shut up and be rough.” Hips return to motion as cries of pleasure echo throughout the room. “Harder, bitch.” “Some mouth on you, slut. You’re lucky my gag is missing.” Tears roll down your face and precum leaks from your trapped penis. If only your hands weren’t bound to the chair you’re tied to, you could actually masturbate. Your own words are lost to the plastic ball in your mouth. “I’d keep it down, $name . You wouldn’t want to spoil their fun, would you?” [[AshW1 Morning<-Continue]]

<<set $SU1 to 1>>\ <<set $SleepProcess to 1>>\ <<set $Day to $Day + 1, $Day3 to $Day3 + 1>>\ <<if $Day3 is 8>><<set $Day3 to 1>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 7>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<if $C5 lte 0>><<set $S to $S + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Bed2 is 1>><<set $S to $S - 1>><</if>>\ <<set $WeekChores to 0>><<set $CC2 to 3>>\ \ \ You wince against the sunlight breaking through the curtains as you awake. $Ash ‘s eyes are open too, and she’s watching you come to your senses. Her hands are already all over you. “Morning, beautiful.” “Morning.” You yawn. “How long have we got before we have to go to Farrix?” She checks her phone, and sighs at uncovering the answer. “Not much. We should probably get dressed.” <<if $WoreNeg is 1>>You agree, getting out of bed to change clothes. Of course, you had completely forgotten the lingerie you were wearing. Despite your initial hesitation, you quickly got used to it. In fact, it feels even softer against your skin in the harsh morning haze. It’s almost a sad moment when you take off the item and put it on $Ash ‘s dresser.\ <<elseif $WornNeg is 0>>You roll out of bed . As harsh as mornings can feel, waking up next to such a beauty as helps the day seem a little less daunting.<</if>> Searching in your bag, you put on your school uniform over your underwear, giving your chastity cage a quick check that it’s actually on as you do, and that the key is safely in your pocket. $Ash is already dressed, and is at her vanity table applying her makeup rather masterfully. That’s when a vicious blast of a thought slaps you across your face ignorant. “Shit.” "Huh?" “My school shoes - I forgot them.” You frantically search your bag, only to confirm what you already knew. “How’d you manage that?” $Ash jokes , a hint of tease in her tone, but you're stressing out too much right now to flirt back. “I can’t go to school in these shoes, Miss $Gray would kill me!” “Well are you going to keep complaining or are you going to do something about it?” On one hand, you could go home and get your shoes, but you would certainly be late to Miss $Gray ‘s class. On the other hand, $Ash seems like a girl with a well stocked closet. <<if $S gt 7>>You’re too stressed right now to consider wearing a pair of $Ash ‘s shoes to school.\ <<elseif $S lt 8>>[[AshW1 Ask<-Ask if she has any spare shoes]]<</if>> [[Ash W1 home<-Go home to get your own shoes.]]

<<set $FlatsOrder to 1>>\ <<set $Shoes3 to 1>>\ <<set $CK[2] to 3>>\ <<set $CK[0] to 1>>\ <<if $Day3 is 1>><<set $GrayChastityFail to 0>><</if>>\ <<set $W5A1 to 1>>\ “Do you have any shoes that I could borrow?” $Ash thinks for a moment before her eyes dart to her closet. She dashes over and starts searching. “I ordered some shoes for school online a while back but they didn’t fit quite right. Where are they?” “Not them.” She calls out, a pair of white trainers being thrown over her shoulder. “Not these either.” A pair of black boots crash down on the other side of the room. ”Definitely not these.” A cute set of pink pumps land right in front of you. “Aha! Here they are.” She jumps back up, a pair of black flats in her hand that she holds out. You take them begrudgingly. Looking at the dainty shoes, you realize how mistaken you were in believing $Ash might have something resembling masculine, or even androgynous. The black color, at least, should more than fit into Farrix ‘s uniform policy, not that the alternative is particularly appealing though. Slipping them on your feet, you’re amazed at how light they feel. It’s like dragging around a pair of feathers. [img[Images/P - Ash Flats.jpg]] Even somewhat covered by your pants, they’re noticeably feminine for anyone who looks at them. You look over to see $Ash putting her own shoes on, which look remarkably similar to yours, or hers. “Well we wouldn’t want to be late.” You have to steel yourself as you exit the house together. Along the way, you realize how little protection the shoes give. It’s like walking barefoot on the pavement beneath. <<if $CL[2] is 101>>Combined with your tights, they leave your feet feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable.<<else>><</if>> You arrive at Farrix together, so you remind $Ash that you have to meet with Miss $Gray before your lesson. You walk together to room 68, but enter alone. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] You see Miss $Gray already at her desk, typing away at her computer. You slide your key over the desk for her to collect. "Nice to see you can sometimes follow rules" she says as she comes out from behind her desk, and you approach. "Now, show me you can follow the rest." [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] As requested, you unzip your pants. <<if $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>>Miss $Gray plays with the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. She smiles at seeing your panties complimenting the hosiery. "Panties and tights, just as requested. Thank you, $name ."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>"No hosiery, $name? Did you get a run in them? Maybe you should start carrying a spare." Miss $Gray then inspects your underwear. "At least you have a pair of pretty panties."\ <<elseif $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>Miss $Gray pulls at the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. "Boxers, $name , really? They’re so inappropriate underneath hosiery, and uncomfortable too, I imagine. You continue to disappoint me."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 2>>"What's this? Did you forget what school you're attending?" She sighs at your lack of hosiery and panties.<</if>> <<if $CC2 is 4>><<set $EscapeChastity to 13>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. Unfortunately for your future, it isnot, and Miss $Gray quickly does the math. “I never gave you the key.” She stares you dead in the face, as though she were trying to turn you to stone, and boy does that sound preferable right now. “How on earth could that have happened?” She sarcastically remarks, allowing your fear to reach even greater heights. Undoubtedly she knows you connived your way out. “Did it just fall off?” “Well?” Your chin sinks to your chest. There’s not enough courage in the world to let you fight this battle. You simply remain silent, which makes you compare yourself to a child hiding in the sheets to protect themselves from a monster, except in this instance, the monster is very much real. “I hope you have the imagination to come up with a good excuse by lunch, because I need to think of an appropriate punishment for this.”\ <<elseif $GrayChastityFail is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated. “Poor sissy. All locked up with no way to get your key until next week. Don’t bother crying, it’ll just make me laugh.” <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”Thanks to that urethral tube, I’m sure you’ll have an extra uncomfortable time whenever you attempt to get hard, but why don’t you try anyway? It’s so fun to watch you squirm.”\ <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”I shouldn’t have to check, but since you were such a naughty sissy, I still will.” She teases the head of your cock through the slit in the chastity cage. Just the touch of her fingernail leaves you wanting to beg for freedom. ”Sadly, I’ve still decided when I’ll let you earn that key back. Oh well.”\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 or $CC2 is 2>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 1>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1, $GrayChastityFail to 1, $GrayChastiyFailCount to $GrayChastityFailCount + 1, $CC2 to 3>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear. Glaring at your unrestrained penis, she quickly becomes irate. “You ungrateful waste of space. I show you immense kindness by giving you the key to your clitty cage, and you repay my generosity by neglecting the thirty seconds it would take to lock it back up. Such disobedience is more than deserving of a punishment, but a detention wouldn’t be even close to what you deserve. In fact, to teach you the importance of locking yourself back up, I think the only suitable consequence is for you to go a while with no access to your little disgrace.” Searching behind her desk, she retrieves another chastity cage, identical to the one you were supposed to wear today. With a grip over your balls that threatens to castrate you, she installs the new device with the efficiency of an expert Rubik’s cube solver. “No matter what you do, you’re not getting this key back until next Monday. I’m sure some time locked away will teach you proper manners, but if it doesn’t, I can always be stricter.”<</if>> <<if $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs gt 6>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>Miss $Gray looks at your legs. "Really? How could you let your legs grow this disgusting? Be sure to shave them and they'll look and feel much better." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 3>>Miss $Gray lightly strokes your leg. "Don't you just love the feeling of freshly shaven legs? So smooth, so feminine. Keep it up."\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 7 and $ShaveLegs gt 2>>Miss $Gray admires your legs. "Smooth, be sure to keep it up." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 1 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>"And don't think that I hadn't noticed that you haven't shaved your legs yet. It will make your hosiery feel much more pleasant." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 2>><<set $OrderToShave to 4>>"And don't think I didn't notice your shaven legs" she remarks, stroking your smooth skin. "Don't they make your legs feel much more womanly? I doubt you will need to complain about your hosiery ever again." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 3>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR + 1, $OrderToShave to 4>>"Are those what I think they are?" She asks, stroking your shaven legs. "How smooth. Don't they make your legs feel so womanly, so feminine? I'm so proud of you, doing this without any encouragement. Since everyone else at Farrix shaves their legs regularly, I see no reason why shouldn't have to from now on, though I doubt you will complain at that." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<else>>She then lets you dress yourself again.<</if>> “Hold on, are those what I think they are?” //Here we go// She pulls up your pant leg, revealing your dainty flats in all their feminine glory.. “What a cute pair of shoes. It’s almost a shame that you have to cover them with pants. Yes, they’re much prettier than your regular ones. In fact, it would be much more appropriate for a student at a girl’s school to be wearing shoes like these daily, so if you come to school in those old, ugly shoes of yours then you won’t be getting this back.” She waves your chastity key at you. You curse your decision to wear the shoes. Fortunately, $Ash did say she doesn’t have much use for them. <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>"It is extremely disappointing that you can't follow the most basic of instructions $name . Come here at lunch for your punishment."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -1>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<else>>“Your behavior has been better as of late. Keep it up.”<</if>> She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for your lesson to commence. [[AshW1 earlya<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 8>>\ <<set $CK to [1, 0, 1]>>\ <<set $W5A2 to 1>>\ "I'm going to have to go home to get my shoes, but I’m sure we’ll be able to walk home another time.” “Alright then” $Ash replies “if that’s how it has to be.” She sounds a little disappointed, but she’s too busy applying her eyeliner to look saddened by it. You dash downstairs and head out the door wearing the casual shoes you arrived in. You do your best to run home, but saying you’re not a fan of athletics would be the understatement of the century. When you do arrive home, you quickly pick up your school shoes, only to realize how strangely quiet it is. //$Hannah ‘s normally up by now// You walk into the kitchen to make sure you’re right, only to find it empty. On the counter there’s an empty bottle of wine, which isn’t uncommon, but the two empty glasses accompanying it are. [img[Images/Wine 2.jpg]] Whatever happened last night, you don’t have time to worry about it. You swap out your shoes and head to Farrix, knowing you’ll be walking into Miss $Gray ‘s lesson halfway through. [[AshW1 late<-Continue]]

<<set $M to 30>>\ <<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1>>\ <<set $CC2 to 3>>\ The hallways of Farrix are empty, and the only noise to be heard are your own footsteps and the muffled conversations inside the classrooms that you walk by. The door of room 68 opens against your hand, and the attention of the entire class falls upon you, but they almost seem disappointed. It seems they’re all used to their male classmate. In fact, the only happy expression is from $Ash , who’s giving you a sympathetic smile. Miss $Gray , on the other hand, has a face epitomizing fury. After taking a seat, the class returns to normal. The small remainder of the lesson passes swiftly. When the bell sounds, you’re not shocked when Miss $Gray approaches you and demands you see her at lunch. With that to look forward to, you head to your next lesson. [[5-1 HH<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 10>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> [[AshW1 late lunch<-Continue to lunch]]

<<set $LikeFingerButt to 0>>\ <<set $S to $S + 1>>\ <<if $S gt 10>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $ButtPlugOrder to 1>>\ <<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ You head to room 68, dreading your meeting with Miss $Gray. Her eyes are on you the moment you enter the classroom. “Lean over that desk.” There’s no point in arguing, so you nervously oblige. You bend over a desk, leaving your butt pointing out like a neon sign shouting “hit me!” She doesn’t even bother telling you to unbuckle your pants as she yanks them down to your ankles.<<if $CL[2] is 101>> Her nails slip against your skin and the waistband of your tights, roughly dragging the delicate material down.<</if>> <<if $ButtPlugA is 0>><<set $TimesSpanked to $TimesSpanked + 1>>A hand holds your butt cheek firmly. It doesn’t hurt. The pain comes when it breaks contact, only to come slamming back into your ass. The strike sends a shock through your body and you do your best to steel yourself against an inevitable follow up. [img[Images/P - Spanking.jpg]] You shudder as another slap lands on your butt courtesy of Miss $Gray . Followed by another. And another, with every hit growing in ferocity. Though you manage to hold back tears, you do shriek out in pain. Eventually, the pain and the spanking ends, but you don’t dare get up until you're asked. You’re surprised when you feel Miss $Gray ‘s body intimately close behind yours. It starts with her hips pressing on yours, followed by her breasts teasing your back. Her hands run along your body and you sense her head move beside yours. She whispers into your ear, even her breath managing to turn you on. “How does it feel?” You hesitate to answer but she can’t expect you to lie, right? “It hurts.” “Not the spanks, my sweet boy.” “Then what?” You hear the subtle sound of a pop in her lips, followed by a finger in your ear - a wet finger. She teases you until her finger moves away. Nothing happens for a moment, until the lubricated finger returns-but not to your face. [img[Images/P - Fingering.jpg]] The cold, wet finger circles your asshole, dancing around the gentle entry to your body. You naturally tense up, but that doesn’t stop Miss $Gray , whose finger slithers its way inside you asshole. Even a tiny part of it is too much for you. //There’s someone else inside me// The finger probes further and your ass reluctantly accepts the stranger. It stretches out inside you, dancing in different directions like legs on a spider. That’s when she starts moving her finger back and forth rhythmically. //She’s fucking me with her finger!// You want to tell her to stop, that this is too far, but something’s preventing you. “Well I asked you a question. Do you like it?” [[AshW1 Continue<-It's awful...][$LikeFingerButt to 0]] [[AshW1 Continue<-You begin to moan...][$LikeFingerButt to 1]] <<elseif $ButtPlugA is 1>>”Hold on, is that what I think it is?” You feel your panties being moved to the side, revealing your butt plug. [img[Images/P - Butt plug gray.jpg]] “I have to say I…this is very intriguing $name . I was not expecting this from you. I’m so proud. What a beautiful piece of jewelry, and with no encouragement from me at all!” She walks around in front of you. You can see it in her face: she’s elated. “This is amazing $name . In fact, pull your pants up, I don’t have to spank you today. But naturally I think you should be wearing a plug just like this everyday, will you do that for me?” She looks into your eyes. “Well, you don’t have much choice; it’s part of your uniform now, but you have no idea how happy you’ve made me.” In perhaps the most surprising display from your chastity enforcing teacher, she leans in and kisses you on the cheek. “Now, feel free to leave, but remember to wear it from tomorrow. I have some important work to do.” She dashes over behind her desk. Flabbergasted at what just happened, you pull your pants up. You head to leave when you get interrupted. “Oh, you might want to clear this up” Miss $Gray suggests, pointing to her cheek, mimicking yours. You realize her scarlet lipstick must have left its presence on your face, so you wipe at it with your hand and leave. You look back to see Miss $Gray , a smile still drawn across her face, tapping away at her phone. [[Ash W1e<-Continue][$GrayR to $GrayR + 1]]<</if>>

<<set $M to $M + 10>>\ <<set $AnalS to $AnalS + 1>>\ <<if $LikeFingerButt is 1>><<set $L to $L + 2>>You don’t want to tell her to continue, but it’s obvious from your growing moans that you’re enjoying this experience, even if it is unfamiliar. “I thought you might like it. But sadly, you don’t deserve pleasure.” Any teasing and gentleness is thrown out the window as her finger is violently removed from your anus. Stangely, that felt more violating than the initial penetration. You asshole awkwardly returns to the status quo of not being opened by a finger. “But if you want to experience some more backdoor pleasure, the solution’s quite obvious. I trust you know what a butt plug is. Well, from now on” she places her hand back on your cheek “you need to wear one to school, everyday.” “What? Why?” “Don’t pretend like this is a bad thing, $name . Evidently you enjoy something being in your butt, so making it mandatory whilst you’re at Farrix is something you should be thanking me for, not complaining. You’ll have to buy one by tomorrow, so I hope you know a sex shop.”\ <<elseif $LikeFingerButt is 0>> <<set $S to $S + 2>>“That’s unfortunate, for you that is. What would be the point of a punishment if you actually enjoyed it?” Her finger keeps probing further inside you, violently tickling parts of you that you would never want to be touched. The finger fucking goes on far longer than you would ever like, only for Miss $Gray to abruptly pull out. Stangely, that felt more violating than the initial penetration. You asshole awkwardly returns to the status quo of not being opened by a finger. “But perhaps it would be less of a punishment if you were used to backdoor pleasure. I think the perfect way to remind you of your place is to keep you constantly filled - or at least when you’re at Farrix. So from now on, expect a detention if your butt isn’t plugged. You’ll have to wear one from tomorrow, so I hope you know a sex shop."<</if>> //Jokes on you, I already have one// //Wait, why are you saying that like you’re bragging?// Miss $Gray returns to her desk. “Feel free to pull up your pants and leave” she mocks. Still somewhat confused at her idea of “punishments” , you do as you’re told. [[Ash W1e<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 8>>\ <<set $M to 0>>\ The students begin to file in around you. $Ash sits next to you as usual, and you whisper a quiet "hello" to her. <<if $AshR lt 0>>She barely seems to acknowledge your presence past anything more than a small glance in your general direction.\ <<elseif $AshR is 0>>She replies with a brief smile before taking out her work books.\ <<elseif $AshR is 1>>She gives you a wide smile and a flirty wink before taking out her work books.\ <<elseif $AshR gt 1>>She gives you a wide smile, a flirty wink, and even a lingering stare at your crotch.<</if>> [img[Images/Desk Ash.jpg]] The lesson soon begins. <<if $GrayR lt 0>>Miss $Gray seems to be harsher to you today. She demands you answer more questions than she does the other students, and is crueler to you when you get them wrong, and barely affirms your answer when you get them right.<<elseif $GrayR gt - 1>>Despite the pre-class inspection, Miss $Gray barely seems to care about you during the lesson, which you certainly wouldn't complain about.<</if>> <<if $L gt 8>>During the lesson, though, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes lustfully wander to the other students in the class. Miss $Gray seems to have noticed, as a subtle scowls goes your way.<<elseif $L lt 9>>Despite the ample distractions around you in the form of attractive women, you manage to listen diligently.<</if>><<if $ButtPlugA is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>> The butt plug filling your rear isn’t helping the situation, however, and leaves you even more turned on.<</if>><<if $CK[2] is 3>> Though you hope your classmates remain oblivious to your choice in footwear, it proves hard to not play with them. [img[Images/Flats PlayG.gif]]<</if>> <<if $AshR gt 1 and $GrayR gt -2 and $GrayLunchFail is 0>>The lesson ends, and you breathe a sigh of over being away from Miss $Gray, at least for a couple of hours. $Ash reminds you to meet her if you’d like to hang out at lunch, before heading off in a different direction.\ <<elseif $AshR gt 1>>The lesson ends, and you breathe a sigh of over being away from Miss $Gray, at least for a couple of hours. $Ash asks if you’d like to hang out at lunch, but because of your overbearing teacher, you can’t. She sighs disappointedly before heading off in a different direction.\ <<elseif $AshR lt 2>>The lesson ends. As you look to your left to chat with $Ash , you’re saddened to realize that she’s already left.<</if>> [[5-1 HH<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 10>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> [[Ash W1 Lunch<-Continue to lunch][$H to 12]]

<<set $M to 0>>\ <<set $H to 16>>\ <<if $GrayLunchFail is 0>><<set $CC2 to 2>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Unless, of course, they are locked in a chastity cage, in which case they must go see Miss $Gray . You enter room 68 after the class empties. "Ah, $name , I'm glad to see you care about something" she says, as she removes the key from her breast pocket. "You will give it back to me in our lesson tomorrow, and then I will return it this time tomorrow." She then slides the key across the table, and you hastily grab it. "Don't lose it" She jests. [img[Images/Gray key.jpg]] //Freedom!// You leave the classroom before Miss $Gray finds another way to ruin your day.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Normally, you would go to Miss $Gray at this time, but with you not following her rules, she wouldn't give you the key even if you did go to room 68.<</if>> [[Jen Monday 2<-Finish the day]]

<<if $CC2 is 2>><<set $CC2 to 3>><</if>>\ <<set $Fem to 20>>\ <<if $W5H1 is 1>><<set $W5H1 to 2, $HAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W5H2 is 1>><<set $W5H2 to 2, $HAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 1>><<set $GrayChastityFail to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 1>><<set $W5A3 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>> Before you walk to Farrix, you ensure your chastity cage is locked. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] As per Miss $Gray 's new instructions, you enter her room prior to your lesson, so that she can give you an inspection. She’s already at her desk, typing away at the computer. "Nice to see you can sometimes follow rules" she says as she comes out from behind her desk, and you approach. "Now, show me you can follow the rest." [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] As requested, you unzip your pants. <<if $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>>Miss $Gray plays with the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. She smiles at seeing your panties complimenting the hosiery. "Panties and tights, just as requested. Thank you, $name ."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>"No hosiery, $name? Did you get a run in them? Maybe you should start carrying a spare." Miss $Gray then inspects your underwear. "At least you have a pair of pretty panties."\ <<elseif $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>Miss $Gray pulls at the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. "Boxers, $name , really? They’re so inappropriate underneath hosiery, and uncomfortable too, I imagine. You continue to disappoint me."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 2>>"What's this? Did you forget what school you're attending?" She sighs at your lack of hosiery and panties.<</if>> <<if $CC2 is 4>><<set $EscapeChastity to 13>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. Unfortunately for your future, it isnot, and Miss $Gray quickly does the math. “I never gave you the key.” She stares you dead in the face, as though she were trying to turn you to stone, and boy does that sound preferable right now. “How on earth could that have happened?” She sarcastically remarks, allowing your fear to reach even greater heights. Undoubtedly she knows you connived your way out. “Did it just fall off?” “Well?” Your chin sinks to your chest. There’s not enough courage in the world to let you fight this battle. You simply remain silent, which makes you compare yourself to a child hiding in the sheets to protect themselves from a monster, except in this instance, the monster is very much real. “I hope you have the imagination to come up with a good excuse by lunch, because I need to think of an appropriate punishment for this.”\ <<elseif $GrayChastityFail is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated. “Poor sissy. All locked up with no way to get your key until next week. Don’t bother crying, it’ll just make me laugh.” <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”Thanks to that urethral tube, I’m sure you’ll have an extra uncomfortable time whenever you attempt to get hard, but why don’t you try anyway? It’s so fun to watch you squirm.”\ <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”I shouldn’t have to check, but since you were such a naughty sissy, I still will.” She teases the head of your cock through the slit in the chastity cage. Just the touch of her fingernail leaves you wanting to beg for freedom. ”Sadly, I’ve still decided when I’ll let you earn that key back. Oh well.”\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 or $CC2 is 2>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 1>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1, $GrayChastityFail to 1, $GrayChastiyFailCount to $GrayChastityFailCount + 1, $CC2 to 3>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear. Glaring at your unrestrained penis, she quickly becomes irate. “You ungrateful waste of space. I show you immense kindness by giving you the key to your clitty cage, and you repay my generosity by neglecting the thirty seconds it would take to lock it back up. Such disobedience is more than deserving of a punishment, but a detention wouldn’t be even close to what you deserve. In fact, to teach you the importance of locking yourself back up, I think the only suitable consequence is for you to go a while with no access to your little disgrace.” Searching behind her desk, she retrieves another chastity cage, identical to the one you were supposed to wear today. With a grip over your balls that threatens to castrate you, she installs the new device with the efficiency of an expert Rubik’s cube solver. “No matter what you do, you’re not getting this key back until next Monday. I’m sure some time locked away will teach you proper manners, but if it doesn’t, I can always be stricter.”<</if>> <<if $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs gt 6>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>Miss $Gray looks at your legs. "Really? How could you let your legs grow this disgusting? Be sure to shave them and they'll look and feel much better." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 3>>Miss $Gray lightly strokes your leg. "Don't you just love the feeling of freshly shaven legs? So smooth, so feminine. Keep it up."\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 7 and $ShaveLegs gt 2>>Miss $Gray admires your legs. "Smooth, be sure to keep it up." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 1 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>"And don't think that I hadn't noticed that you haven't shaved your legs yet. It will make your hosiery feel much more pleasant." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 2>><<set $OrderToShave to 4>>"And don't think I didn't notice your shaven legs" she remarks, stroking your smooth skin. "Don't they make your legs feel much more womanly? I doubt you will need to complain about your hosiery ever again." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 3>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR + 1, $OrderToShave to 4>>"Are those what I think they are?" She asks, stroking your shaven legs. "How smooth. Don't they make your legs feel so womanly, so feminine? I'm so proud of you, doing this without any encouragement. Since everyone else at Farrix shaves their legs regularly, I see no reason why shouldn't have to from now on, though I doubt you will complain at that." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<else>>She then lets you dress yourself again.<</if>> <<if $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] is 3>> \ Miss $Gray admires your flats. "Such cute shoes, $name . Make sure to keep wearing them."\ <<elseif $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] isnot 3>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>> "I'm sure you would much prefer to be wearing a pair of cute flats, so where are they?"<</if>>\ <<if $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 1>> Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. "Nice to see you can remember this" she taunts, pressing down on the butt plug inside you. "I'm sure it will be harder for you to daydream in class when you have this constantly reminding you of its presence."\ <<elseif $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1, $TimesSpanked to $TimesSpanked + 1>> Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. The silent room is quickly filled with a shriek from you as her hand slaps your butt cheeks. "I thought I made it clear that you will wear a butt plug from now on." Several more times you cry out as her hand hits you.<</if>> <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>"It is extremely disappointing that you can't follow the most basic of instructions $name . Come here at lunch for your punishment."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -1>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<else>>“Your behavior has been better as of late. Keep it up.”<</if>> She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for your lesson to commence. [[5-1b<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 8>>\ <<set $M to 0>>\ The students begin to file in around you. <<if $JenLevel is 0 or $JenLevel is 1>>Your classmates have largely gotten used to you by now, though they all no doubt still see you as being somewhere you do not belong.\ <<elseif $JenLevel is 2>>There’s some unintelligible whispers from some of the class as they enter, among some giggles and cruel words that you’re more than used to being called. “Sissy” particularly stands out to you as this being $Jen ‘s doing. Thankfully, it’s only a few of them, and the mockery, coming from a select few stops after a moment.<</if>> $Ash sits next to you as usual, and you whisper a quiet "hello" to her. <<if $AshR lt 0>>She barely seems to acknowledge your presence past anything more than a small glance in your general direction.\ <<elseif $AshR is 0>>She replies with a brief smile before taking out her work books.\ <<elseif $AshR is 1>>She gives you a wide smile and a flirty wink before taking out her work books.\ <<elseif $AshR gt 1>>She gives you a wide smile, a flirty wink, and even a lingering stare at your crotch.<</if>> The lesson soon begins. <<if $GrayR lt 0>>Miss $Gray seems to be harsher to you today. She demands you answer more questions than she does the other students, and is crueler to you when you get them wrong, and barely affirms your answer when you get them right.<<elseif $GrayR gt - 1>>Despite the pre-class inspection, Miss $Gray barely seems to care about you during the lesson, which you certainly wouldn't complain about.<</if>> <<if $L gt 8>>During the lesson, though, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes lustfully wander to the other students in the class. Miss $Gray seems to have noticed, as a subtle scowls goes your way.<<elseif $L lt 9>>Despite the ample distractions around you in the form of attractive women, you manage to listen diligently.<</if>><<if $ButtPlugA is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>> The butt plug filling your rear isn’t helping the situation, however, and leaves you even more turned on.<</if>><<if $CK[2] is 3>> Though you hope your classmates remain oblivious to your choice in footwear, it proves hard to not play with them. [img[Images/Flats PlayG.gif]]<</if>> <<if $MallSaturday is 1 and $Day3 is 2>><<set $MallSaturday to 3>>The lesson eventually ends, and you walk out with $Ash . "Are you busy on the weekend? I wanted to go to the mall on Saturday to get some stuff, would you like to come with me?" //That's the same day $Jen invited me to go with her// You don't commit to an answer, leaving your options for the weekend open. After that, the two of you head in different directions towards your next lesson.\ <<elseif $MallSaturday is 0 and $Day3 is 2>><<set $MallSaturday to 2>>The lesson eventually ends, and you walk out with $Ash . "So are you busy on the weekend? I wanted to go to the mall on Saturday to get some stuff, would you like to come with me?" You reply that you would like to, looking forward to seeing $Ash even more. After that, the two of you head in different directions towards your next lesson.\ <<elseif $AshR gt 1 and $GrayR gt -2 and $GrayLunchFail is 0>>The lesson ends, and you breathe a sigh of over being away from Miss $Gray, at least for a couple of hours. $Ash reminds you to meet her if you’d like to hang out at lunch, before heading off in a different direction.\ <<elseif $AshR gt 1>>The lesson ends, and you breathe a sigh of over being away from Miss $Gray, at least for a couple of hours. $Ash asks if you’d like to hang out at lunch, but because of your overbearing teacher, you can’t. She sighs disappointedly before heading off in a different direction.\ <<elseif $AshR lt 2>>The lesson ends. As you look to your left to chat with $Ash , you’re saddened to realize that she’s already left.<</if>> <<if $Day3 is 1>>[[5-1 HH<-Continue]]<<else>>[[5-1c Lesson<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 16>>\ <<if $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Before, this might mean Miss $Gray would return the key to your chastity cage, but since you were foolish enough to let her discover you escaped it, she has no intentions of letting you out. In fact, having the key won't solve anything. It’s the broken key already in the lock that’s the issue.\ <<elseif $GrayChastityFail is 1>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Of course, after “taking advantage of her generosity” in letting you have the key, she has no intention of letting you out until next Monday, and even then, you have to earn it.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>><<set $CC2 to 2>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Unless, of course, they are locked in a chastity cage, in which case they must go see Miss $Gray . You enter room 68 after the class empties. "Ah, $name , I'm glad to see you care about something" she comments, removing the key from her necklace. "Enjoy your freedom tonight. I’ll be taking it away again soon enough, though maybe your little thing has grown used to having a tube inside it." She then slides the key across the table, and you hastily grab it. "Don't lose it" She jests. [img[Images/Gray key.jpg]] //Freedom!// You leave the classroom before Miss $Gray finds another way to ruin your day.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0>><<set $CC2 to 2>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Unless, of course, they are locked in a chastity cage, in which case they must go see Miss $Gray . You enter room 68 after the class empties. "Ah, $name , I'm glad to see you care about something" she comments, removing the key from her necklace. "Enjoy your freedom tonight. I’ll be taking it away again soon enough." She then slides the key across the table, and you hastily grab it. "Don't lose it" She jests. [img[Images/Gray key.jpg]] //Freedom!// You leave the classroom before Miss $Gray finds another way to ruin your day.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Normally, you would go to Miss $Gray at this time, but with you not following her rules, she wouldn't give you the key even if you did go to room 68.<</if>> <<if $Day3 is 1>>[[Jen Monday 2<-Finish the day]]<<elseif $TeacherPunish is 1>>[[Bull detention<-Go to detention]]<<else>>[[5-1f<-Finish the day]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 10>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> <<if $Day3 is 3>>[[5-3 Miss Bull<-Continue to lunch]]\ <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 13>>[[5/6/7 Escape Lunch Punish<-Continue to lunch]]\ <<else>>[[5-1d Lunch<-Continue to lunch][$H to 12]]<</if>>

<<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] <<if $CC2 is 3 and $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>>You walk out of Farrix, with the key to the cage perpetually penetrating your urethra around the necklace of Miss $Gray .\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 and $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>You walk out of Farrix. Thanks to your recklessness, the actual key to your cage is broken inside the lock, and the copy key at home is useless. Who knows when you’ll next be allowed out?\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 and $EscapeChastity is 13>>You walk out of Farrix. The key to your chastity cage is around Miss $Gray ‘s necklace, but you have a perfect duplicate waiting to be used at home.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 2 and $EscapeChastity is 13>>You walk out of Farrix. The key to your chastity cage is safely in your pocket, but you have a perfect replica waiting at home anyway.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3>>You walk out of Farrix, with your chastity key still around Miss $Gray 's necklace, wondering what to do with the rest of your day.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 2>>You walk out of Farrix, with your chastity key in your pocket, wondering what to do with the rest of your day.<</if>> [[Room 0<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] <<if $S gt 9>>You feel too stressed to not go straight home<</if>>\ <<if $S lt 10>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>> <<if $EscapeChastity is 3>>[[Escape Chastity 3a<-Go to the printing lab]]<</if>>

<<if $CC2 is 2>><<set $CC2 to 3>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 3>><<set $Fem to 23>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 4>><<set $Fem to 24>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 5>><<set $Fem to 25>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 1>><<set $GrayChastityFail to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 5>><<set $W5A4 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ \ Before you walk to Farrix, you ensure your chastity cage is locked. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] As per Miss $Gray 's new instructions, you enter her room prior to your lesson, so that she can give you an inspection. She’s already at her desk, typing away at the computer. "Nice to see you can sometimes follow rules" she says as she comes out from behind her desk, and you approach. "Now, show me you can follow the rest." [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] As requested, you unzip your pants. <<if $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>>Miss $Gray plays with the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. She smiles at seeing your panties complimenting the hosiery. "Panties and tights, just as requested. Thank you, $name ."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>"No hosiery, $name? Did you get a run in them? Maybe you should start carrying a spare." Miss $Gray then inspects your underwear. "At least you have a pair of pretty panties."\ <<elseif $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>Miss $Gray pulls at the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. "Boxers, $name , really? They’re so inappropriate underneath hosiery, and uncomfortable too, I imagine. You continue to disappoint me."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 2>>"What's this? Did you forget what school you're attending?" She sighs at your lack of hosiery and panties.<</if>> <<if $CC2 is 4>><<set $EscapeChastity to 13>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. Unfortunately for your future, it isnot, and Miss $Gray quickly does the math. “I never gave you the key.” She stares you dead in the face, as though she were trying to turn you to stone, and boy does that sound preferable right now. “How on earth could that have happened?” She sarcastically remarks, allowing your fear to reach even greater heights. Undoubtedly she knows you connived your way out. “Did it just fall off?” “Well?” Your chin sinks to your chest. There’s not enough courage in the world to let you fight this battle. You simply remain silent, which makes you compare yourself to a child hiding in the sheets to protect themselves from a monster, except in this instance, the monster is very much real. “I hope you have the imagination to come up with a good excuse by lunch, because I need to think of an appropriate punishment for this.”\ <<elseif $GrayChastityFail is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated. “Poor sissy. All locked up with no way to get your key until next week. Don’t bother crying, it’ll just make me laugh.” <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”Thanks to that urethral tube, I’m sure you’ll have an extra uncomfortable time whenever you attempt to get hard, but why don’t you try anyway? It’s so fun to watch you squirm.”\ <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”I shouldn’t have to check, but since you were such a naughty sissy, I still will.” She teases the head of your cock through the slit in the chastity cage. Just the touch of her fingernail leaves you wanting to beg for freedom. ”Sadly, I’ve still decided when I’ll let you earn that key back. Oh well.”\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 or $CC2 is 2>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 1>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1, $GrayChastityFail to 1, $GrayChastiyFailCount to $GrayChastityFailCount + 1, $CC2 to 3>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear. Glaring at your unrestrained penis, she quickly becomes irate. “You ungrateful waste of space. I show you immense kindness by giving you the key to your clitty cage, and you repay my generosity by neglecting the thirty seconds it would take to lock it back up. Such disobedience is more than deserving of a punishment, but a detention wouldn’t be even close to what you deserve. In fact, to teach you the importance of locking yourself back up, I think the only suitable consequence is for you to go a while with no access to your little disgrace.” Searching behind her desk, she retrieves another chastity cage, identical to the one you were supposed to wear today. With a grip over your balls that threatens to castrate you, she installs the new device with the efficiency of an expert Rubik’s cube solver. “No matter what you do, you’re not getting this key back until next Monday. I’m sure some time locked away will teach you proper manners, but if it doesn’t, I can always be stricter.”<</if>> <<if $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs gt 6>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>Miss $Gray looks at your legs. "Really? How could you let your legs grow this disgusting? Be sure to shave them and they'll look and feel much better." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 3>>Miss $Gray lightly strokes your leg. "Don't you just love the feeling of freshly shaven legs? So smooth, so feminine. Keep it up."\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 7 and $ShaveLegs gt 2>>Miss $Gray admires your legs. "Smooth, be sure to keep it up." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 1 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>"And don't think that I hadn't noticed that you haven't shaved your legs yet. It will make your hosiery feel much more pleasant." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 2>><<set $OrderToShave to 4>>"And don't think I didn't notice your shaven legs" she remarks, stroking your smooth skin. "Don't they make your legs feel much more womanly? I doubt you will need to complain about your hosiery ever again." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 3>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR + 1, $OrderToShave to 4>>"Are those what I think they are?" She asks, stroking your shaven legs. "How smooth. Don't they make your legs feel so womanly, so feminine? I'm so proud of you, doing this without any encouragement. Since everyone else at Farrix shaves their legs regularly, I see no reason why shouldn't have to from now on, though I doubt you will complain at that." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<else>>She then lets you dress yourself again.<</if>> <<if $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] is 3>> \ Miss $Gray admires your flats. "Such cute shoes, $name . Make sure to keep wearing them."\ <<elseif $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] isnot 3>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>> "I'm sure you would much prefer to be wearing a pair of cute flats, so where are they?"<</if>>\ <<if $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 1>> Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. "Nice to see you can remember this" she taunts, pressing down on the butt plug inside you. "I'm sure it will be harder for you to daydream in class when you have this constantly reminding you of its presence."\ <<elseif $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1, $TimesSpanked to $TimesSpanked + 1>> Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. The silent room is quickly filled with a shriek from you as her hand slaps your butt cheeks. "I thought I made it clear that you will wear a butt plug from now on." Several more times you cry out as her hand hits you.<</if>><<if $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 1>> She cups her hand gently against your chest, confirming the sports bra underneath your shirt. "Do you like someone feeling your breasts?" She laughs at the uncomfortable expression that your face curls into.\ <<elseif $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>> She presses her hand against your chest. When she senses that there’s no bra beneath your shirt, she looks disappointed.<</if>> <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>"It is extremely disappointing that you can't follow the most basic of instructions $name . Come here at lunch for your punishment."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -1>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<else>>“Your behavior has been better as of late. Keep it up.”<</if>> She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for your lesson to commence.<<if $L gt 6 and $SportsBraOrder is 0>><<set $SportsBraOrder to 1>>Feeling on edge from your hornyness, you decide to be boldly daring. Your teacher’s sat, not paying attention to you, preparing the lesson whilst awaiting the rest of the students’ arrival. With her ample bosom, how could you not take the opportunity to stare? Well, only a few seconds into doing that do you get caught red handed and lustful eyed in another harsh moment of realization that she has a sixth sense when it comes to you. Her head flips round to capture you staring. “Really? After all you’ve done in your time here to make the girls feel uncomfortable, you can’t be a better person and ignore these?” Her hands cup her breasts, not helping your position. “With how you’re around girls for most of the day, I’m surprised you’re not better than a compulsion to stare. But who am I kidding? I should never assume anything but the worst of you.” She seems like she’s done, before her scathing rant picks up again. “I think you need to feel as self conscious as women do, so that you can empathize with them instead of gormlessly gazing. Yes, from now on, you’ll need to wear a sports bra everyday.” “A sports bra?!” “Yes. They should be easy enough to hide, but should leave you more than conscious of its presence, leaving you just as self aware of its existence as your cohorts are of their breasts. But don’t worry, it’s as though your white shirt is transparent, is it?” She cackles as she once more fills you day with feelings of dread.<</if>> [[5-1b<-Continue]]

<<set $M to $M + 30>>\ [img[Images/Mall event.jpg]] “Hey, $name , over here!” $Jen shouts, grabbing your attention and about 20 other people’s. “Hi $Jen , where did you want to go first?” “Nice to see you too” she laughs “I need a makeover, so I need to go to the salon?” She motions in one direction, and the two of you head off. “Even if you are a sissy, I’m guessing you’ve never been inside one of the salons here.” You shake your head. “Well don’t be fooled into thinking they all do the same job. My place leaves you feeling like a goddess. The rest? Eh. You’d be better off doing it yourself.” “And how much does something like this set you back?” “For what I’m getting today? Around 40$ .” “So in a weird kind of way, I suppose I’m paying for this” you reply, thinking of the money she claws from your wallet. “What a gentlemanly way to think of it.” She giggles slightly, but you can’t match her nonchalant attitude to it. The salon in question soon stands in front of you. A large neon pink sign is attached to the opaque wall, and a thick-fonted sign identifies the salon as “True Glamor”. $Jen pushes on the stylish glass door, welcoming the two of you into a bustling atmosphere of friendly chatter and artificial beauty. “$Jen !” Yells a youthful voice from behind a counter facing you. She’s an attractive woman who you guess is only a couple of years your senior. “It’s been too long!” She proclaims, teetering on heels out from behind the reception area as the two women embrace each other. “And this must be your new boyfriend you were telling me about.” You’re surprised to see a small dash of color grow on $Jen ‘s face. “No, Sally, this is $name , he’s just a friend of mine.” “Oh, my bad, but he’s certainly cute enough to qualify.” $Jen ‘s friend isn’t afraid to give you a cheeky wink. “So, hair? Face? A bit of both?” “Just face today, I’ve still not got over what happened the last time I let you near me with a hair straightener.” “Right, well no need to scare your friend away with that story. Let’s just be happy that was off the job. Anyway, I’ll get someone to take over here so I can handle your makeover.” [img[Images/Jen makeup.jpg]] There’s an empty chair in a corner of the floor and $Jen ‘s friend sets her down in it. There’s an expansive vanity table resting against the wall with a large mirror aligned in the center to give the customer a view of their beauty. Sally pulls up a chair for you, which you feel is less a custom and more because of her and $Jen ‘s relationship. “So where do the two of you know each other from?” Sally asks, gathering some palettes of powder and bottles of cream. “Oh, just from school.” “What do you mean?” Clearly, the woman knows about the city’s penchant for gendered schools. “It’s a long story” you interrupt. It’s not exactly true, but it’s also not the funnest thing to discuss. You watch as $Jen has a skin matching cream applied to her face. “So if this isn’t your boyfriend, when am I going to meet the lucky man?” “Hey, you’ve been in a relationship for much longer than I have and I still have met her!” Sally laughs “True, but you canceled that double date, not me.” “Yeah, I’m still sorry about that, we had a bit of an argument.” “Trouble in paradise?” Sally inquires, her voice rising in pitch. “Nothing serious, you’re not getting any gossip from me today.” “And how about you $name ? Are you in any relationships?” “It’s kind of complicated” you reply, genuinely unsure yourself. “Ah, one of those relationships.” More bottles of cream are applied to your friend’s face, and you observe as any hint of a scratch or spot gets covered behind a smooth second skin of foundation. A device more reminiscent of a torturer’s tool is moved to $Jen ‘s eyelashes, giving them extra length and curling them upwards. A brush is dabbed in a dark green from a large palette and swiped delicately across her eyelids. A second, lighter shade of green is applied just above that, and Sally blends the two shades together to create a seamless smoky look. A mascara wand brushes upwards against $Jen ‘s eyelashes, painting them thick and lasciviously black. Next, Sally applies several powders to her client’s face. A color slightly darker than $Jen ‘s face, when blended, helps define her cheekbones. Then, Sally gives more attention to $Jen ‘s lips, taking a colored pencil and outlining them. An identically colored lipstick is carefully dragged against her lips. When she’s done, $Jen is left an even more beautiful version of herself. You could easily have a crush on her, if only you could forget her extortion and blackmail. “See you later!” Sally shouts as you and $Jen walk out the salon. “She was nice, where do you want to go next?” “Actually I’m feeling quite hungry, shall we head to the food court?” Agreeing, you follow $Jen ‘s lead. [[Mall Week 5 With Jen 2<-Continue]]

<<set $M to $M + 30>>\ [img[Images/Mall event.jpg]] “Hey there!” You catch $Ash call from behind you once you arrive at the mall. “I’m glad you were able to make it.” “Yeah , me too. Where did you want to go first?” “I was thinking about the clothes store.” The two of you set off for Eclipse Clothing, the mall’s most popular fashion store with a range of apparel. At least that’s what the advertising around the city tells you. A thick, polished frame of white marble holds up two transparent doors. You enter with $Ash , unsurprised by the bustling atmosphere of the Saturday afternoon. “Ever been here before?” “Not often.” “I love it, there’s so much choice here. Actually, I worked here for a couple of months.” “Really? Why did you end up leaving?” “I had a dispute with a coworker. She accused me of stealing and that stupid manager took that slut’s side. It does make it a little awkward when I shop here, but that’s a small price to pay. The biggest loss is the discount.” The two of you continue shopping around the racks and shelves of clothing. $Ash is mostly picking up items and asking your opinion on them, but there’s little your mind can say about all the alien items. But whilst you’re in the women’s section, confidently so, considering you’re with one, you get a great chance to admire all the feminine apparel that appears to go on for miles. When your hand accidentally brushes against a hanging dress, you’re left amazed at how soft it felt. And at noticing just how many cool patterns and colors are used in the skirts displayed, you understand why some might lament the restricted palette of men’s clothing. You sheepishly follow $Ash some more, with your hand “accidentally” touching many of the garments in the shop. “Oh my god! That is cute!” You hear $Ash shriek. She holds up a pink, flared skirt in the air. “Don’t you just love it?” “I guess, it’s a bit short though. And very girly.” “But you do like it?” You nonchalantly shrug your shoulders. “I’m gonna get it.” She adds it to the growing collection of clothes in her basket. You’re starting to get tired from all the walking around. “How do you do it all day?” You inquire to a mannequin standing on a table. [img[Images/ManQ.jpg]] An unidentifiable length of time later, the two of you walk up to the counter and she pays for her clothes. “That’ll be 200$ please.” The cute young cashier playfully demands. <<if $HF5 is 6>>//Huh. I guess $Hannah 's theory that if $Ash were really attracted to me then she'd give me a show was false//<<else>>//This girl might have a shopping problem//<</if>> But she manages to pull out a bundle of notes from her purse and pays for the clothes. “Where to next?” You ask, eager to sit down. “I was thinking about the nail salon, I could do with another pedicure.” Together, you trek to the complete other side of the mall. [[Mall Week 5 With Ash 2<-Continue]]

<<set $H to $H + 2>>\ “Well I’m guessing you’ve never been in here either?” $Ash inquires as you approach the salon, which has an unapologetically girly exterior. “No to that too.” “Shame, it’s a great place. In fact” she takes a step towards you so that her lips are only a couple of inches from hers. Even her breath blowing in your face is managing to turn you on. “If I’m going to get a pedicure, why don’t you join me?” “Well of course I’m going to join you, that’s why I came here.” $Ash laughs, rolling her eyes at you. “No, silly, why not get a pedicure as well?” You’re embarrassed that other people could even overhear her. “I can’t do that!” “Really? Too manly, Mr panty wearer? You seemed pretty eager to wear them, so why is this too much?” Your face grows red as you hope the passersby aren’t paying attention to the pair outside the salon. “This is in public! And you gave me a…you know what after.” “Oh, so you want another handjob? Is that it?” //Well that’s not what I meant// “Well if it’s about that, how about I reward you when you come to my house tomorrow?” <<if $HF5 is 6>>//It's just like $Hannah talked about. I can do what $Ash wants and she'll appreciate it, but she might think less of me for giving in to her// [[Mall Week 5 Ash Salon Yes<-Agree][$HosieryUn to 1]] [[Mall Week 5 Ash Book<-Decline]]\ <<elseif $L gt 6>>If she’s promising you a handjob, then saying no is hardly an option in your sex crazed mind. [[Mall Week 5 Ash Salon Yes<-Agree][$HosieryUn to 1]]\ <<elseif $S gt 7>>You’re too stressed right now to consider getting a pedicure in such a public place, even if it is at the loss of a handjob. [[Mall Week 5 Ash Book<-Decline]]\ <<else>>If she’s promising you a handjob, then you can somehow rationalize doing this. [[Mall Week 5 Ash Salon Yes<-Agree][$HosieryUn to 1]] [[Mall Week 5 Ash Book<-Decline]]<</if>>

<<set $PaintedToes to 0, $DarkPinkToes to 0, $RedToes to 0, $PurpleToes to 0, $LightBlueToes to 0, $DarkBlueToes to 0, $DarkGreenToes to 0, $CyanToes to 0, $GrayToes to 0, $BlackToes to 0, $NudeToes to 0>>\ <<set $LightPinkToes to 7>>\ <<set $PaintedToes to 7>>\ “Alright, I’ll do it.” “Great, I knew you would say yes. Come on.” You already feel yourself regretting this. <<if $CL[2] is 101>>The two of you walk inside the glass door to the salon.\ <<elseif $CL[2] isnot 101>>”Wait, I don’t know if I can.” “Why not? Do I have to give you more than a handjob?” “No, it’s not that.” You lean in closer to $Ash . “I can’t exactly get a pedicure without flashing them.” “Oh, you’re wearing nylons, I should have guessed.” You can see a pleased smile grow across her face. “Just go to the toilets and take them off.” You do as you’re told, heading to the nearest toilet, moving past the urinals and into a stall. Your heartbeat drums faster at what you’re committing to. Your shoes fall to the floor and you kick off your pants, revealing your nylon clad legs. //I really hope no one looks under the door// Moments later, they’re off and you’re stuffing them unceremoniously into your bag. You get dressed again before finding your way back to $Ash . “You really ought to have planned your outfit with what you were doing today.” “But how was I supposed to kn…” $Ash has already started going towards the door of the salon and you follow behind her.<</if>> The first thing you notice inside the salon is the smell of sweet fragrances, likely covering up the lingering acetone. The second is upbeat music, which is similar to what you heard in Eclipse Clothing, but with pop lyrics that are almost distractingly girly in nature. There’s a lot of conversation despite there being only 7 people already in there. There’s a cute girl in her early 20’s behind the counter, which is decorated in plastic hands displaying a variety of nail art. There’s an old woman you assume to be in her 50’s having an unflattering shade of pink applied to her hands. There are also 2 girls who are the same age as you and $Ash sat in a pair of luxurious leather seats having their feet washed in a small basin. You really hope they don’t go to Farrix. 3 women are attending to the customers, but they all have their back towards you. “Hi, can I help you?” Asks the cute girl. $Ash takes the lead. “Hi, we’d like a pedicure please.” “Great! We can be with you in a few minutes. What color were you thinking?” "I’ll go with a pink. How about you babe?” $Ash asks, turning to you. The cute girl turns her attention to you, followed by the girls in the chairs. Incoherent mumbles fall out your mouth as you feel the eyes on your reddening face. “Oh you want a…” “He’ll go with pink as well.” “Alright, feel free to take a seat” the girl says, motioning to the black couch next to the door. You and $Ash do, but you can only look down, too nervous to check if the judging eyes are still on you. A couple of minutes later, the old lady walks out, thanking the beauticians and calling them by their first names. “Are you going to meet any guys there?” Asks one of the workers to the two girls. “Hopefully! I really want to get back at my boyfriend, I don’t know what he saw in that stripper.” “Two months ago you said she was your best friend!” Retorts the other girl. “Yeah, well that was two months ago, and before she hooked up with Dan.” “Well it’s his loss, I say” chimes in another worker “I don't know what gets into guys sometimes. How about you?” She asks the second girl. “I just want to get wasted, school’s been driving me crazy.” “Is it still that teacher that was bothering you last year? What was her name? Miss…” “$Gray? Oh no, she’s been much nicer the past few weeks, I don’t know who she’s turning her wrath on now, but better them than me.” “Well I hope you have a nice time at that party.” The girls stand up, admiring their new pedicures. You spy a look at their delicate feet, red toenails standing out against the white tiles like whores at a ball party. They put on their matching ruby heels, giving them an extra 5 inches before thanking the work of the sociable staff. When they leave, the attention of the staff returns to you and $Ash . “Sorry for the wait, you can sit in those seats now.” You find the chairs the girls departed to be very comfy. Your weight sinks into them like water, and were it not for how alert you are from the alien situation, you could probably fall asleep. Seeing $Ash taking off her shoes, you copy and strip yourself of your footwear. “You’re so lucky” $Ash suggests “my first pedicure felt heavenly.” Your face turns redder. The two beauticians return to their likely aching knees as they rinse your feet in the delightfully warm water. “What shade would you like, love?” One of them asks $Ash , who looks at the impossibly large number of pink bottles on a table separating you. “This one’s beautiful” she answers, handing the most feminine shade of jarred pink to the woman serving her. “Same for you?” Asks the lady in front of you. You utter some form of reply but your drained confidence makes it sound like an agreement. She reaches for an identical shade of pink and uncorks the top. There’s largely silence as you and $Ash both have your nails painted. $Ash seems to be enjoying it, but you can’t find any comfort in such an unfamiliar situation. The still playing music is only getting on your nerves and you can’t help but keep your eyes locked on the door, nervous over someone you know walking in. “You do keep your feet in good care. Do you do anything special?” Inquires the woman in front of you. “No.” [img[Images/Pedicure.jpg]] What you assume to be around 20 minutes later, you look down to see 10 perfectly painted, dry toes, looking pretty in pink. You and $Ash cover your feet up and she hands the receptionist a handful of cash. As you walk out, you’re sure the employees will be telling everyone they know about the guy that got a pedicure. “That was great! Don’t your feet feel amazing?” “I guess. So about that handjob…” “Don’t worry, come to my house tomorrow and I’ll reward your confidence. Anyway, I have to get going, so I’ll see you then.” She gives you a kiss on the cheek and walks away. After that stressful and embarrassing ordeal, you still have to wait a day to get your dick touched. [[Mall<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $S to $S + 2, $L to $L + 2, $MallSaturday to 5]] <<set $CL[2] to 0>>\

“No, that’s too much.” You state, finally standing up for yourself. $Ash doesn’t seem deterred. “Oh come on, $name . Can’t you do this little thing for little me? Do you know what some guys have to pay for a handjob? And all you have to do is something that every girl loves, and I’ll be right there with you.” She’s making puppy eyes at you now, which, rather than convincing you, makes you feel more angry than anything. “No, I’m not doing this for you, or a handjob.” You consider walking away and abandoning $Ash at the mall, but her pleading face is replaced by one you’ve never seen before: she’s apologetic. <<if $CL[1] isnot 101>>She rushes in for a hug and her arms encompass your body. “I’m sorry, $name . If you’re not comfortable with this then I shouldn't push you.” There’s silence between you two. You’re taken aback by her apology and she seems so upset that you almost want to apologize too. “It’s okay, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.” She pulls back and wipes her face with her sleeve. “Let’s just forget the nail salon and go somewhere else. Have you been to the new bookstore?” When you shake your head, neither of you need to say anything as she takes your hand and you walk away together. [img[Images/Book store.jpg]] The bookstore is modest in comparison to the decor of Eclipse Clothing. The exposed wood almost makes it seem like it’s incomplete, and as you can see from the posters, there’s a mix of books. There are manga and comic books decorating one side and classic literature works on the other. You and $Ash absorb yourselves in the wild worlds of hundreds of books, turning your back on everyone else. “Have you read this one?” $Ash hands you a thin, black book. “No, I always wanted to bu…” your thoughts get interrupted by a collection of laughs coming from behind you. Looking there, you see a trio of girls looking in your direction. Their eyes shoot everywhere else, pretending that they weren’t laughing at you. You’re left flustered but return to your conversation. “I heard about it fro…” You hear the distinct sound of a camera shutter originating from the same place as the laughs. You swivel your head around to see the girls scurrying away, giggling under their breaths. “I wonder what that was about.” “Huh? I don’t…oh! They have this book!” $Ash keeps talking about the books for an hour that gets exhausting by the end, partly because you can’t match her energy and partly because you keep peeking over your shoulder. “This was nice” $Ash claims, a bag of books hanging from her after you leave the store. "We should do something tomorrow, too. Stop by my place at some point." Your anxiety over being laughed at means you barely register her words, so you leave with nothing but worrisome thoughts. You and $Ash hug once more, before she heads back home. On your own way home, you again feel the familiar sound of laughing from behind you. You try to ignore it, rationalizing that there are a million other things that people could be laughing at. “Nice panties, loser!” The shout echoes in the street and you reactively reach to your rear, feeling that your panties are exposed. Somehow your shirt became tucked into them. You undo the error and speed up, eager to get away from the group of boys behind you wolf-whistling. [img[Images/Panty peeking.jpg]] //How did that happen?// [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $S to $S + 2, $MallSaturday to 6]]\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 101>>She rushes in for a hug and her arms encompass your body. “I’m sorry, $name . If you’re not comfortable with this then I shouldn't push you.” There’s silence between you two. You’re taken aback by her apology and she seems so upset that you almost want to apologize too. “It’s okay, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.” She pulls back and wipes her face with a sleeve. "I’m sorry, I think I should just head home. Come visit me tomorrow. Maybe I won't be so upset by then.” Before you can get a word out, she dashes away, leaving you slightly disappointed and very confused. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $S to $S + 2, $MallSaturday to 6, $AshR to $AshR - 1]]<</if>>

<<set $H to $H + 2>>\ "Oh, hey $name " a familiar voice echoes from behind you. $Jen approaches you and $Ash . "I see you found your way to the mall. Could you not find me?" Her question is clearly targeted at you. “Well actually we said we’d come here together. I guess he wanted to be with me instead.” $Ash replies before you have a chance to explain the situation. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that. It’s more likely he wanted to meet with me but you cut him off before he got the chance.” “A chance for what? Being able to look at Farrix’s biggest slut?” “Well at least I can keep a boyfriend for a month before they go running.” “Can you? I’m sure your daddy pays them real good to stay with your bitchy ass. Tell me, how does it feel to be the disappointment of YOUR family?” Throughout this entire exchange, you’re left in the center, shocked by the caustic words thrown at each other and hesitant to intervene. “Come on, $name . Let’s get away before we “disappear” too.” “I wouldn’t be so sure, sweety. Come on $name , wouldn’t you rather be with me?” $Jen ‘s face tells you she’s serious about wanting you to come with her, even if it's just to annoy $Ash. But for the first time since you met her, you actually have some power over $Jen . There’s silence as the two girls wait for your answer. [[Mall Week 5 With Ash Stay<-Stay with friend][$M to $M + 10, $S to $S + 2]] [[Mall Week 5 With Ash Swap<-Go with blackmailer][$M to $M + 10, $S to $S + 2]]

<<set $JenR to $JenR - 2>>\ <<set $W5J3 to 1>>\ Deciding to worry about whatever the consequences may be later, you turn to $Jen . “No, I came here to be with $Ash , and I want to stay with $Ash .” $Jen doesn’t utter anything. Her face remains stoic, but you feel like that’s in appearance only. Still not saying a word, she turns around and heads in a different direction. You and $Ash remain silent as she disappears amongst the hectic crowds of people. “Well, that was interesting.” “What was all that stuff you were saying?” “Oh that? She’s a slut who sends guys running like deer. Her current boyfriend’s even worse, he’d stick his dick in anything with a hole.” “What about all that stuff you said about her family?” “It doesn’t matter. But the further you stay away from her and her family, the better. Anyway, I was heading to the nail salon, let's go!” [[Mall Week 5 Ash 3<-Continue][$M to $M + 10]]

<<set $JenR to $JenR + 1>>\ <<set $AshR to $AshR -2>>\ <<set $MallSaturday to 7>>\ Despite the fact that she’s the only girl who willingly touches your dick, you turn to $Ash and explain your feelings. “I’m sorry, but I’d like to be with $Jen .” Out of the corner of your eye, $Jen is smiling. $Ash doesn’t let any expression show. You anticipate the shouting match to return for round 2, but with you as the opponent, so you’re surprised when $Ash lets a smile return to her face. “Alright, if that’s what you want. Come to my house tomorrow and we can hang out then instead.” She then waves goodbye as she walks away. “I’m impressed, I thought you would have let those long legs and eager hands get in your head.” “I’ve never seen her be so aggressive. What was all that stuff she was talking about?” You ask, turning your head back to $Jen . You can see the usual air of confidence around her has faded slightly. “My family doesn’t exactly have a good reputation in this city. We should go sit down somewhere. Come on, let me introduce you to the food court.” [[Mall Week 5 With Ash Swap 1<-Continue][$M to $M + 10]]

<<set $H to $H + 2>>\ “Well I’m guessing you’ve never been in here either?” $Ash inquires as you approach the salon, which has an unapologetically girly exterior. “No to that too.” “Shame, it’s a great place. In fact” she takes a step towards you so that her lips are only a couple of inches from hers. Even her breath blowing in your face is managing to turn you on. “If I’m going to get a pedicure, why don’t you join me?” “Well of course I’m going to join you, that’s why I came here.” $Ash laughs, rolling her eyes at you. “No, silly, why not get a pedicure as well?” You’re embarrassed that other people could even overhear her. “I can’t do that!” “Really? Too manly, Mr panty wearer? You seemed pretty eager to wear them, so why is this too much?” Your face grows red as you hope the passersby aren’t paying attention to the pair outside the salon. “This is in public! And you gave me a…you know what after.” “Oh, so you want another handjob? Is that it?” //Well that’s not what I meant// “Well if it’s about that, how about I reward you when you come to my house tomorrow?” <<if $L gt 6>>If she’s promising you a handjob, then saying no is hardly an option in your sex crazed mind. [[Mall Week 5 Ash Salon Yes<-Agree]]\ <<elseif $S gt 7>>You’re too stressed right now to consider getting a pedicure in such a public place, even if it is at the loss of a handjob. [[Mall Week 5 Ash Book<-Decline]]\ <<else>>If she’s promising you a handjob, then you can somehow rationalize doing this. [[Mall Week 5 Ash Salon Yes<-Agree]] [[Mall Week 5 Ash Book<-Decline]]<</if>>

Journal entry 1: I still don’t understand why my parents can’t move in here yet, but I won’t complain about having some alone time with my step sister, $Hannah . I don’t know much about her yet, but she seems nice, and having a housemate that hot can only be a good thing. This city is so much cooler than that town I grew up in, there seems to be so much going on here! $Hannah says the mall nearby has a bunch of cool shops that I’m looking forward to seeing. The clothes store is supposedly huge, and since most of my clothes are still boxed with my parents, I’ll need to get something of a new wardrobe unless I want to be wearing the same stuff everyday. But I wish I could be as excited about attending that all girl’s school, even if it is only for a week. I know I’ll be the center of attention. After all, what kind of fuck up has to happen for a boy to be attending a girl’s school? I keep trying to look at the positive side, and 1000 hot women in uniform is enough to get my heart pumping, but it’s going to be hard to admire their beauty when people are going to be looking at me just as much. I’ll try and make the most of it, because going to an all boy’s school sounds depressing beyond belief. Anyway, it’s getting late, so I should start this new life on a good night’s rest. [[Day 1<-Continue]]

You and $Jen head to the heart of the mall: the food court. It’s crowded with families, teens and the elderly alike, doubly so on Saturdays. “This place is packed.” “It always is. You go save us a seat and I’ll get us something.” “How do you know what I want?” “Hey, when you buy the food, you can decide what to get.” With that said, she walks away to one of the many fast food joints, only distinguishable by their color. You take a seat in a small booth at the side of the expansive court. By the time you've sat down, $Jen ‘s already lost to you in the clouds of people, so you observe your surroundings. There are groups of teens, both boys and girls, hanging around tables meant for two. There are kids running around creating their own kind of chaos. You don’t recognise anyone from Farrix, though it’s not like you spend a lot of time admiring their pretty faces compared to the rest of their bodies. You’re not enough of a pervert yet to recognize people based on their ass-ets. Equally, you’re sure that there are some students from Morton. Fortunately, the fast food restaurants live up to their name, and it doesn’t take long for $Jen to return, a tray of fries and a pair of burgers in her hand which she plants on the table. “I hope you’re not expecting the city’s finest cuisine.” “Not really” you reply, noting your surroundings “I’d take a burger over anything that requires a dictionary to pronounce anyway.” “Then you’re a man of class.” $Jen laughs, sitting down as the two of you begin eating. “I imagine you would know a lot of the expensive places to eat at though, given your dad’s money.” “Oh I do, but you can get sick of the formality of them all pretty easily. And my dad insists on going to them whenever there’s a rift in the family. His solution for everything - just spend a bunch of money and the problem will disappear.” “Still, it must be nice having a father that rich. Your house is nicer than most hotels.” “Oh, he’s rich, but he refuses to give me any money. That’s my damn sister’s fault.” “How so?” “Nevermind, that’s a story for another day.” She takes out a compact mirror from her handbag, admiring her makeup. Perhaps because of the bizarre nature of all your previous meetings, you never really noticed how attractive she is. From the way she’s checking herself out, she knows she is too. “It looks great. Did you get it done for a date with your boyfriend?” “After he canceled on me today? Nope.” “Does he cancel like that often?” “Not normally, only as of late. But he’s been busy. Don’t think he’s an asshole just because he can’t keep up with a calendar.” The two of you finish eating, and spend a surprisingly pleasant, if otherwise uneventful, day at the mall. “This was fun, $name . Care to walk me home?” [[Mall Week 5 Jen Walk<-Walk her home][$H to $H + 3]] [[Mall<-Say goodbye][$H to $H + 3]]

<<set $W5J2 to 1>>\ [img[Images/Jen house.jpg]] “And so I said to her “that’s not just any toy!” You and $Jen burst out laughing. You're saddened to see her house coming up on the horizon. “She sounds awesome. I’d love to meet her.” “My sister? I’d love to see her again too, but it’s been years now.” “Why, what happened to her?” You’ve arrived outside her house now and turn to face each other. Her face doesn’t hold the same confidence from her that you’re used to seeing. “I don’t know $name, it’s hard to talk about.” <<if $FDrug is 0>>It seems to be a senstive topic - you decide not to push her on it. [[Jen Week 5 Mall Outside 3<-Say goodbye]]\ <<elseif $JenR gt 2>>[[Jen Week 5 Mall Outside 1<-Ask her what happened]] [[Jen Week 5 Mall Outside 3<-Say goodbye]]\ <<elseif $JenR lt 3>>[[Jen Week 5 Mall Outside 2<-Ask her what happened]] [[Jen Week 5 Mall Outside 3<-Say goodbye]]<</if>>

<<set $JenK to 1>>\ $Jen takes a deep breath. “Well I don’t know if it’s because she fell into a rough crowd when she was in school or if she just wanted to rebel against such a formal upbringing, but my sister used a bunch of drugs. It started off light at first. You wouldn’t notice unless you knew the signs to look out for. I only knew because she trusted me.” “What happened? Did you tell your dad?”" “No, of course not. But she got worse, started caring about being subtle less. I’m not sure if father knew, but if he did acknowledge it then it would make him look bad to his friends, and that was worse than an addict of a daughter to him. Eventually, all the money she could get as an allowance from him wasn’t enough, so she tried to get money elsewhere.”" “Really? What did she do?”" “She sta…I’m sorry $name , but this is just too hard for me to talk about.”"You can see a pair of tears running down her made up face, stained black from her eyeliner. She wipes them away with her hand, smudging her beauty further. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” “No, it’s fine, it’s not your fault. Curse me for being so sensitive." She rushes in, wrapping her arms around you. “Most people would consider being sensitive a good thing” you reply, circling her with your own arms, doing your best to comfort her. “Right, but some people can’t afford that luxury.” She slowly pulls away, as if she doesn’t actually want to. “I should leave before I make a fool of myself more.” She does her best to put on a brave face before going inside. You head home yourself, thinking about little else other than this entirely new side of $Jen that you never could have predicted. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

“I’m sorry $name , but I just don’t think I can talk about this with you right now.” She wipes away at her eyes with a sleeve, attempting to stop any tears before you get a chance to notice them. It ends up smudging her beautiful makeup, making her eyeshadow seem more like a nasty rash. “I’m sorry $Jen , I didn’t mean to upset you.” “Yeah, well you did.” A painful silence hangs in the air like a black cloud, neither of you knowing what to say. “I should go, I’ll see you on Monday.” She ambles inside her house before you head home yourself. You can’t help but be disappointed for ruining an otherwise great day. //Maybe if she liked me more then she would be comfortable opening up// [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

“If you don’t want to talk about it that’s fine.” A sweet smile grows on $Jen ‘s face. “Thanks, $name . If only more people were as understanding as you. I swear, my boyfriend wouldn’t stop bugging me about it. I wish people would stop seeing me by just my last name, you know? I’m more than just a daughter to a rich cunt, more than just my last name, I’m a person with complex emotions and thoughts, just like everyone else.” The two of you hold eye contact with small, but genuine smiles mirroring each other. “This was…” “Fun?” “Yeah, yeah it was. Maybe we should hang out again at some point.” $Jen ambles inside her house, turning around for a final smile at you before closing the door. You head home yourself, thinking about little else other than this entirely new side of $Jen that you never could have predicted. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $H to $H + 2>>\ "Hey there $name ! I was looking for you everywhere, come on, let's head to the salon." There's an awkward silence as you and $Jen share an understanding glare. "Actually, I'm here with $Jen ." "Wait, really? I thought you two just ran into each other, I mean why would you want to be here with her?" "What exactly is that supposed to mean?" "It's nothing babe, don't worry. Besides, I'm sure he's only here with you because he didn't find me first. Why don't you go and be with your boyfriend instead? What's his name again? Hell, why am I asking, you probably don't remember either." “Well at least I can keep a boyfriend for a month before they go running.” “Can you? I’m sure your daddy pays them real good to stay with your bitchy ass. Tell me, how does it feel to be the disappointment of YOUR family?” Throughout this entire exchange, you’re left in the center, shocked by the caustic words thrown at each other and hesitant to intervene. “Come on, $name . Let’s get away before we “disappear” too.” “I wouldn’t be so sure, sweety. Come on $name , wouldn’t you rather be with me?” $Jen ‘s face tells you she’s serious about wanting you to come with her, even if it's just to annoy $Ash. But for the first time since you met her, you actually have some power over $Jen . There’s silence as the two girls wait for your answer. [[Mall Week 5 With Jen Stay<-Stay with blackmailer][$M to $M + 10, $S to $S + 2]] [[Mall Week 5 With Jen Swap<-Go with friend][$M to $M + 10, $S to $S + 2]]

<<set $JenR to $JenR - 2>>\ <<set $AshR to $AshR + 1>>\ <<set $W5J3 to 1>>\ Deciding to worry about whatever the consequences may be later, you turn to $Jen . “Sorry, but I want to be with $Ash .” $Jen doesn’t utter anything. Her face remains stoic, but you feel like that’s in appearance only. Still not saying a word, she turns around and heads in a different direction. You and $Ash remain silent as she disappears amongst the hectic crowds of people. “Well, that was interesting.” “What was all that stuff you were saying?” “Oh that? She’s a slut who sends guys running like deer. Her current boyfriend’s even worse, he’d stick his dick in anything with a hole.” “What about all that stuff you said about her family?” “It doesn’t matter. But the further you stay away from her and her family, the better. Anyway, I was heading to the nail salon, let's go!” [[Mall Week 5 Ash 3b<-Continue][$M to $M + 10]]

“I’m guessing you’ve never been in here?” $Ash inquires as you approach the salon, which has an unapologetically girly exterior. “Nope.” “Shame, it’s a great place. In fact” she takes a step towards you so that her lips are only a couple of inches from hers. Even her breath blowing in your face is managing to turn you on. “If I’m going to get a pedicure, why don’t you join me?” “Well of course I’m going to join you, that’s why I came here.” $Ash laughs, rolling her eyes at you. “No, silly, why not get a pedicure as well?” You’re embarrassed that other people could even overhear her. “I can’t do that!” “Really? Too manly, Mr panty wearer? You seemed pretty eager to wear them, so why is this too much?” Your face grows red as you hope the passersby aren’t paying attention to the pair outside the salon. “This is in public! And you gave me a…you know what after.” “Oh, so you want another handjob? Is that it?” //Well that’s not what I meant// “Well if it’s about that, how about I reward you when you come to my house tomorrow?” <<if $HF5 is 6>>//It's just like $Hannah talked about. I can do what $Ash wants and she'll appreciate it, but she might think less of me for giving in to her// [[Mall Week 5 Ash Salon Yes<-Agree][$HosieryUn to 1]] [[Mall Week 5 Ash Book<-Decline]]\ <<elseif $L gt 6>>If she’s promising you a handjob, then saying no is hardly an option in your sex crazed mind. [[Mall Week 5 Ash Salon Yes<-Agree]]\ <<elseif $S gt 7>>You’re too stressed right now to consider getting a pedicure in such a public place, even if it is at the loss of a handjob. [[Mall Week 5 Ash Book<-Decline]]\ <<else>>If she’s promising you a handjob, then you can somehow rationalize doing this. [[Mall Week 5 Ash Salon Yes<-Agree]] [[Mall Week 5 Ash Book<-Decline]]<</if>>

<<set $MallSaturday to 100>>\ <<set $Fem to 26>>\ <<if $CC2 is 2>><<set $CC2 to 3>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 1>><<set $GrayChastityFail to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 5>><<set $Fem to 28>><</if>>\ <<if $W6H1 is 1>><<set $W6H1 to 2, $HAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W6H2 is 1>><<set $W6H2 to 2, $HAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W6H3 is 1>><<set $W6H3 to 2, $HAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W6A1 is 0 and $SportsBra is 1>><<set $W6A1 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 1>><<set $LaundrySkirt to 1>><</if>> Before you walk to Farrix, you ensure your chastity cage is locked. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] As per Miss $Gray 's new instructions, you enter her room prior to your lesson, so that she can give you an inspection. She’s already at her desk, typing away at the computer. "Nice to see you can sometimes follow rules" she says as she comes out from behind her desk, and you approach. "Now, show me you can follow the rest." [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] As requested, you unzip your pants. <<if $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>>Miss $Gray plays with the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. She smiles at seeing your panties complimenting the hosiery. "Panties and tights, just as requested. Thank you, $name ."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>"No hosiery, $name? Did you get a run in them? Maybe you should start carrying a spare." Miss $Gray then inspects your underwear. "At least you have a pair of pretty panties."\ <<elseif $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>Miss $Gray pulls at the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. "Boxers, $name , really? They’re so inappropriate underneath hosiery, and uncomfortable too, I imagine. You continue to disappoint me."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 2>>"What's this? Did you forget what school you're attending?" She sighs at your lack of hosiery and panties.<</if>> <<if $CC2 is 4>><<set $EscapeChastity to 13>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. Unfortunately for your future, it isnot, and Miss $Gray quickly does the math. “I never gave you the key.” She stares you dead in the face, as though she were trying to turn you to stone, and boy does that sound preferable right now. “How on earth could that have happened?” She sarcastically remarks, allowing your fear to reach even greater heights. Undoubtedly she knows you connived your way out. “Did it just fall off?” “Well?” Your chin sinks to your chest. There’s not enough courage in the world to let you fight this battle. You simply remain silent, which makes you compare yourself to a child hiding in the sheets to protect themselves from a monster, except in this instance, the monster is very much real. “I hope you have the imagination to come up with a good excuse by lunch, because I need to think of an appropriate punishment for this.”\ <<elseif $GrayChastityFail is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated. “Poor sissy. All locked up with no way to get your key until next week. Don’t bother crying, it’ll just make me laugh.” <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”Thanks to that urethral tube, I’m sure you’ll have an extra uncomfortable time whenever you attempt to get hard, but why don’t you try anyway? It’s so fun to watch you squirm.”\ <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”I shouldn’t have to check, but since you were such a naughty sissy, I still will.” She teases the head of your cock through the slit in the chastity cage. Just the touch of her fingernail leaves you wanting to beg for freedom. ”Sadly, I’ve still decided when I’ll let you earn that key back. Oh well.”\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 or $CC2 is 2>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 1>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1, $GrayChastityFail to 1, $GrayChastiyFailCount to $GrayChastityFailCount + 1, $CC2 to 3>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear. Glaring at your unrestrained penis, she quickly becomes irate. “You ungrateful waste of space. I show you immense kindness by giving you the key to your clitty cage, and you repay my generosity by neglecting the thirty seconds it would take to lock it back up. Such disobedience is more than deserving of a punishment, but a detention wouldn’t be even close to what you deserve. In fact, to teach you the importance of locking yourself back up, I think the only suitable consequence is for you to go a while with no access to your little disgrace.” Searching behind her desk, she retrieves another chastity cage, identical to the one you were supposed to wear today. With a grip over your balls that threatens to castrate you, she installs the new device with the efficiency of an expert Rubik’s cube solver. “No matter what you do, you’re not getting this key back until next Monday. I’m sure some time locked away will teach you proper manners, but if it doesn’t, I can always be stricter.”<</if>> <<if $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs gt 6>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>Miss $Gray looks at your legs. "Really? How could you let your legs grow this disgusting? Be sure to shave them and they'll look and feel much better." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 3>>Miss $Gray lightly strokes your leg. "Don't you just love the feeling of freshly shaven legs? So smooth, so feminine. Keep it up."\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 7 and $ShaveLegs gt 2>>Miss $Gray admires your legs. "Smooth, be sure to keep it up." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 1 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>"And don't think that I hadn't noticed that you haven't shaved your legs yet. It will make your hosiery feel much more pleasant." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 2>><<set $OrderToShave to 4>>"And don't think I didn't notice your shaven legs" she remarks, stroking your smooth skin. "Don't they make your legs feel much more womanly? I doubt you will need to complain about your hosiery ever again." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 3>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR + 1, $OrderToShave to 4>>"Are those what I think they are?" She asks, stroking your shaven legs. "How smooth. Don't they make your legs feel so womanly, so feminine? I'm so proud of you, doing this without any encouragement. Since everyone else at Farrix shaves their legs regularly, I see no reason why shouldn't have to from now on, though I doubt you will complain at that." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<else>>She then lets you dress yourself again.<</if>> <<if $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] is 3>> Miss $Gray admires your flats. "Such cute shoes, $name . Make sure to keep wearing them."\ <<elseif $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] isnot 3>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>> "I'm sure you would much prefer to be wearing a pair of cute flats, so where are they?"<</if>>\ <<if $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 1>> \ Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. "Nice to see you can remember this" she taunts, pressing down on the butt plug inside you. "I'm sure it will be harder for you to daydream in class when you have this constantly reminding you of its presence."\ <<elseif $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1, $TimesSpanked to $TimesSpanked + 1>> Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. The silent room is quickly filled with a shriek from you as her hand slaps your butt cheeks. "I thought I made it clear that you will wear a butt plug from now on." Several more times you cry out as her hand hits you.<</if>><<if $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 1>> She cups her hand gently against your chest, confirming the sports bra underneath your shirt. "Do you like someone feeling your breasts?" She laughs at the uncomfortable expression that your face curls into.\ <<elseif $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>> She presses her hand against your chest. When she senses that there’s no bra beneath your shirt, she looks disappointed.<</if>> <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>"It is extremely disappointing that you can't follow the most basic of instructions $name . Come here at lunch for your punishment."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -1>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<else>>“Your behavior has been better as of late. Keep it up.”<</if>> <<if $SkirtTask1 is 3 or $SkirtTask2 is 3>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR + 1, $Fem to 27>>You hold up your phone for Miss $Gray to see your outfit. “You do have a taste for fashion. A skirt like that should compliment a woman's body, and I can see that’s what’s happening here. Nicely done. Now, for the second part of your assignment…” you slide your finger across the screen to showcase the more humiliating part. “Wow, they do look confused. What was it like, showing off yourself like that? Hopefully you feel more willing to push your boundaries now. I must say, I’m quite surprised that you completed my task in its entirety. Perhaps I underestimated your confidence.” She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 5 and $SkirtTask1 is 2 or $Day3 is 5 and $SkirtTask2 is 2>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1, $Fem to 27>>You hold up your phone for Miss $Gray to see your outfit. “You do have a taste for fashion. A skirt like that should compliment a woman's body, and I can see that’s what’s happening here. Nicely done. Now, for the second part of your assignment…” You don’t respond, leading Miss $Gray to come to the natural solution. “So you didn’t have the confidence to show yourself in public, even when I make it as simple as can be? How easy do I need to make these tasks?” You can see her reflect on the picture in front of her. “Still, this counts for something, but it’s disappointing that you show promise but stumble at the end.” She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 5>><<set $GrayPunish to 1, $Fem to 27, $GrayR to $GrayR - 1>>”So you didn’t feel like completing my task? Was it that you lacked the confidence? Or did you just want to irritate me? Regardless, I expected resistance to my help, so I’m prepared. Make sure to come see me once the school day is over, and certainly not for your key." She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 4>>”This is your last chance, $name . I'm trying to help you, and if you're resisting that change, then you're only confirming that you need my assistance." She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 3>>”Still procrastinating over your assignment? I’d do it quickly, unless you want to be punished.” She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 2>>”Couldn’t build up the confidence for my assignment yet? That’s exactly why you need my help.” She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for the lesson to commence.\ <<elseif $Fem is 26 and $AshMad is 0>><<set $SkirtTask1 to 1>>"I have a new assignment for you. This one will help you grow a lot as a person, and assist you in realizing a different side of yourself. The cogs inside your mind have begun to turn, but I’m far from content. You should go and get yourself a skirt." “Bu…” “I don’t mind where you get the skirt from - it could be from the mall, a friend, whatever. I don’t care so much about that part. What’s important is that you wear a skirt, and take a picture as proof, not only to show me, but also so that you can complete the second part of the assignment. I want you to print off that picture, and leave it in a public place.” “But what if someone recognises me?” Your outburst is quickly dismissed nonchalantly by your steadfast teacher. “You don’t have to show your face, not if you don’t want to. Anyone fortunate finders will likely think it’s a cute girl who dropped her photo. Be sure to take another picture of you abandoning it.” “You can see this task is twofold. It should push your limits to acquire the skirt, but those limits should be breached by exposing yourself in such a vulnerable manner. Naturally, I want the picture to be convincing too, so make sure to shave your legs.” You feel inclined to argue with her more, but you know the rest of the class will be here soon, and your protests have never exactly been effective against her, so you resign yourself to your seat.\ <<elseif $Fem is 26 and $AshMad is 1>><<set $SkirtTask2 to 1>>"I have a new assignment for you. This one will help you grow a lot as a person, and assist you in realizing a different side of yourself. The cogs inside your mind have begun to turn, but I’m far from content. You should go and get yourself a skirt." “Bu…” “I don’t mind where you get the skirt from - it could be from the mall, a friend, whatever. I don’t care so much about that part. What’s important is that you wear a skirt, and take a picture as proof, not only to show me, but also so that you can complete the second part of the assignment. I want you to print off that picture, and leave it in a public place!” “But what if someone recognises me?” Your outburst is quickly dismissed nonchalantly by your steadfast teacher. “You don’t have to show your face, not if you don’t want to. Anyone fortunate finders will likely think it’s a cute girl who dropped her photo. Be sure to take another picture of you abandoning it.” “You can see this task is twofold. It should push your limits to acquire the skirt, but those limits should be breached by exposing yourself in such a vulnerable manner. Naturally, I want the picture to be convincing too, so make sure to shave your legs.” You feel inclined to argue with her more, but you know the rest of the class will be here soon, and your protests have never exactly been effective against her, so you resign yourself to your seat.<</if>><<if $SkirtTask1 is 1 and $AshMad is 0 and $Day3 lt 5>> //I know $Hannah has a wardrobe full of skirts, maybe I could get in there without her noticing// //$Ash would probably be willing to help me out// //Eclipse Clothing mostly has women’s clothing. I could buy a skirt there, but there would also be changing rooms//\ <<elseif $SkirtTask2 is 1 and $AshMad is 1 and $Day3 lt 5>> //I know $Hannah has a wardrobe full of skirts, maybe I could get in there without her noticing// //If I were still friends $Ash , she would have been willing to help me out// //Eclipse Clothing mostly has women’s clothing. I could buy a skirt there, but there would also be changing rooms//<</if>> <<if $SkirtTask1 is 3 or $SkirtTask2 is 3>><<set $SkirtTask1 to 11, $SkirtTask2 to 11>><</if>> [[6-1b<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 8>>\ <<set $M to 0>>\ <<if $Day3 is 5>><<set $Fem to 27>><</if>>\ The students begin to file in around you. <<if $JenLevel is 0 or $JenLevel is 1>>Your classmates have largely gotten used to you by now, though they all no doubt still see you as being somewhere you do not belong.\ <<elseif $JenLevel is 2>>There’s some unintelligible whispers from some of the class as they enter, among some giggles and cruel words that you’re more than used to being called. “Sissy” particularly stands out to you as this being $Jen ‘s doing. Thankfully, it’s only a few of them, and the mockery, coming from a select few stops after a moment.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 2>>There’s conversations as usual that are had by the entering classmates, but from what you pick up, the topic is awfully different than the usual discourse. There’s a lot of laughter and staring at you from what seems like half the class, and the words they throw around, which vary from whispers to average conversational volume, seem either feminine or demeaning. You pick out several instances of “sissy” “loser” and “pathetic”.<</if>> $Ash sits next to you as usual, and you whisper a quiet "hello" to her. <<if $AshMad is 1>>She either doesn't seem to notice, or care.\ <<elseif $AshR lt 0>>She barely seems to acknowledge your presence past anything more than a small glance in your general direction.\ <<elseif $AshR is 0>>She replies with a brief smile before taking out her work books.\ <<elseif $AshR is 1>>She gives you a wide smile and a flirty wink before taking out her work books.\ <<elseif $AshR gt 1>>She gives you a wide smile, a flirty wink, and even a lingering stare at your crotch.<</if>> [img[Images/Desk Ash.jpg]] The lesson soon begins. <<if $GrayR lt 0>>Miss $Gray seems to be harsher to you today. She demands you answer more questions than she does the other students, and is crueler to you when you get them wrong, and barely affirms your answer when you get them right.<<elseif $GrayR gt - 1>>Despite the pre-class inspection, Miss $Gray barely seems to care about you during the lesson, which you certainly wouldn't complain about.<</if>> <<if $L gt 8>>During the lesson, though, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes lustfully wander to the other students in the class. Miss $Gray seems to have noticed, as a subtle scowls goes your way.<<elseif $L lt 9>>Despite the ample distractions around you in the form of attractive women, you manage to listen diligently.<</if>><<if $ButtPlugA is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>> The butt plug filling your rear isn’t helping the situation, however, and leaves you even more turned on.<</if>><<if $CK[2] is 3>> Though you hope your classmates remain oblivious to your choice in footwear, it proves hard to not play with them. [img[Images/Flats PlayG.gif]]<</if>> <<if $AshR gt 1 and $GrayR gt -2 and $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $AshMad is 0>>The lesson ends, and you breathe a sigh of over being away from Miss $Gray, at least for a couple of hours. $Ash reminds you to meet her if you’d like to hang out at lunch, before heading off in a different direction.\ <<elseif $AshMad is 1>>The lessons ends, and as though she was deathly allergic to you, $Ash has already left.\ <<elseif $AshR gt 1>>The lesson ends, and you breathe a sigh of over being away from Miss $Gray, at least for a couple of hours. $Ash asks if you’d like to hang out at lunch, but because of your overbearing teacher, you can’t. She sighs disappointedly before heading off in a different direction.\ <<elseif $AshR lt 2>>The lesson ends. As you look to your left to chat with $Ash , you’re saddened to realize that she’s already left.<</if>> [[6-1c Lesson<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 10>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> <<if $EscapeChastity is 13>>[[5/6/7 Escape Lunch Punish<-Continue to lunch]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR gt 1 and $AshMad is 0 and $GrayLunchFail is 0>>[[6-1d Ash<-Continue to lunch][$H to 12]]\ <<else>>[[6-1d Lunch<-Continue to lunch][$H to 12]]<</if>>

<<set $L to $L + 1>>\ <<if $L gt 10>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 12>>\ You find $Ash outside of your usual waiting spot before finding a somewhat secluded spot to chat.<<if visited("6-1d Ash Skirt") is 0>> You consider asking $Ash about wearing a skirt. [[6-1d Ash Skirt<-Ask for help]] [[6-1d Ash Normal<-Continue]]\ <<else>> [[6-1d Ash Normal<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $M to 0>>\ <<set $H to 16>>\ <<if $GrayPunish is 1>><<set $S to $S + 1>><<set $Fem to 28>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, which, today, fills you with dread. You approach the familiar classroom of Miss $Gray , and enter once it empties of students. “You normally come here for this, don’t you?” She flashes the precious piece of metal with the power to unlock your cage. “Well, you certainly don’t deserve it today. No, you deserve something that will teach you a lesson, and perhaps you’ve become too accustomed to that cage for you to be affected by not having the key. So today, I have a much more humiliating punishment. Take off your pants.” Already used to this ritual, you kick off your shoes and pull down the lower half off your school attire. Miss $Gray observes you for a moment. She can see the nerves piling up in your eyes as you wonder what she has in store. A teacher who forces her student to wear a chastity cage isn’t likely to see any limits. Your beliefs are affirmed as she tosses a garment onto the floor, landing right in front of you. It’s small, and pink. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Your tentative hand reaches down to take it, and picks it up. Holding it up to your eyes, it reveals itself to be a skirt - a very tiny one, to be precise. You don’t have to see it on anyone to know it’s brief length wouldn’t leave much to the imagination. “Since you didn’t have the confidence to get one yourself, I gracefully thought I would get one for you. And this way, I can be sure it’s a skirt that will flatter you. Pink’s certainly your color, but I didn’t think you’d be able to get such a beautiful item for yourself. Now, put it on.” You step into the tiny garment and pull it up your legs. Even at your knees, it’s incredibly tight and you have to heave it up the rest of your legs. Another tug pulls it up on your thighs. Without a zip, it’s nearly impossible to get resting on your waist, but another blast of strength completes the outfit. You knew the length was short, but with your arms parallel to your body, the hem aligns with your fingers. [img[Images/Pink skirt punishment.jpg]] Too busy looking at yourself, you don’t notice Miss $Gray approaching you, swiping the trousers from the floor. “You do fill it out nicely, it really shows off your legs. Now, since you didn’t complete my task, you didn’t get a chance to show yourself off. Fortunately, that’s what’s going to happen now, except you don’t have a chance of anonymity. Now, leave my classroom.” You go from admiring yourself to staring into the eyes of Miss $Gray . You can see from her stoic expression that she’s serious. “What? I can’t leave like this!” “Of course you can. It may be tight, but I’m sure it doesn't hinder movement. Besides, every other person here wears one daily, so it’s incredibly arrogant to think you’re an exception. Most students have probably left by now anyway, so there isn’t anyone to be nervous about.” Her shallow explanation doesn’t include how you would get home without being spotted by someone. “Besides, it wouldn’t be a punishment if you enjoyed it, would it?” Returning your eyes to your outfit, you consider if you can really go through with this. A normal skirt would be one thing, but this monstrosity will catch any decently sighted eyes. Combined with your dull upper half, you look like a pathetically mismatched crossdresser. “So, are you going to do as I ask or are you going to moan about how this is “unfair?”” [[6-1e Punish Argue 1<-Argue][$M to $M + 30, $GrayPunish to 0]] [[6-1e Punish Leave<-Leave][$M to $M + 30, $GrayPunish to 0]]\ <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Before, this might mean Miss $Gray would return the key to your chastity cage, but since you were foolish enough to let her discover you escaped it, she has no intentions of letting you out. In fact, having the key won't solve anything. It’s the broken key already in the lock that’s the issue.\ <<elseif $GrayChastityFail is 1>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Of course, after “taking advantage of her generosity” in letting you have the key, she has no intention of letting you out until next Monday, and even then, you have to earn it.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>><<set $CC2 to 2>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Unless, of course, they are locked in a chastity cage, in which case they must go see Miss $Gray . You enter room 68 after the class empties. "Ah, $name , I'm glad to see you care about something" she comments, removing the key from her necklace. "Enjoy your freedom tonight. I’ll be taking it away again soon enough, though maybe your little thing has grown used to having a tube inside it." She then slides the key across the table, and you hastily grab it. "Don't lose it" She jests. [img[Images/Gray key.jpg]] //Freedom!// You leave the classroom before Miss $Gray finds another way to ruin your day.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0>><<set $CC2 to 2>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Unless, of course, they are locked in a chastity cage, in which case they must go see Miss $Gray . You enter room 68 after the class empties. "Ah, $name , I'm glad to see you care about something" she comments, removing the key from her necklace. "Enjoy your freedom tonight. I’ll be taking it away again soon enough." She then slides the key across the table, and you hastily grab it. "Don't lose it" She jests. [img[Images/Gray key.jpg]] //Freedom!// You leave the classroom before Miss $Gray finds another way to ruin your day.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Normally, you would go to Miss $Gray at this time, but with you not following her rules, she wouldn't give you the key even if you did go to room 68.<</if>> <<if $Day3 is 1>>[[Jen Monday 3<-Finish the day]]<<elseif $TeacherPunish is 1>>[[Bull detention<-Finish the day]]<<elseif $Day3 is 3 and $AshMad is 0>>[[Ash Makeup<-Finish the day]]<<elseif $GrayPunish is 0>>[[6-1f<-Finish the day]]<</if>>

<<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] <<if $CC2 is 3 and $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>>You walk out of Farrix, with the key to the cage perpetually penetrating your urethra around the necklace of Miss $Gray .\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 and $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>You walk out of Farrix. Thanks to your recklessness, the actual key to your cage is broken inside the lock, and the copy key at home is useless. Who knows when you’ll next be allowed out?\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 and $EscapeChastity is 13>>You walk out of Farrix. The key to your chastity cage is around Miss $Gray ‘s necklace, but you have a perfect duplicate waiting to be used at home.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 2 and $EscapeChastity is 13>>You walk out of Farrix. The key to your chastity cage is safely in your pocket, but you have a perfect replica waiting at home anyway.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3>>You walk out of Farrix, with your chastity key still around Miss $Gray 's necklace, wondering what to do with the rest of your day.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 2>>You walk out of Farrix, with your chastity key in your pocket, wondering what to do with the rest of your day.<</if>> <<if $A is 0 and $S gt 9 and $Day3 gte 3>>[[Meet Alex Alt<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] You feel too stressed to not go straight home\ <<elseif $A is 0 and $S lt 10 and $Day3 gte 3>>[[Meet Alex Alt<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] [[Meet Alex Alt<-Go to the mall]]\ <<elseif $S gt 9>>[[Room 0<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] You feel too stressed to not go straight home\ <<elseif $S lt 10>>[[Room 0<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] [[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>> <<if $S lt 10 and $AshSkirtHelp is 1>>[[Task Skirt Ash Help<-Get help wearing a skirt]]<</if>> <<if $EscapeChastity is 3>>[[Escape Chastity 3a<-Go to the printing lab]]<</if>>

<<if $W6A1 is 0 and $SportsBra is 1>><<set $W6A1 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $CC2 is 2>><<set $CC2 to 3>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 5>><<set $Fem to 28>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 1>><<set $GrayChastityFail to 0>><</if>>\ Before you walk to Farrix, you ensure your chastity cage is locked. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] As per Miss $Gray 's new instructions, you enter her room prior to your lesson, so that she can give you an inspection. She’s already at her desk, typing away at the computer. "Nice to see you can sometimes follow rules" she says as she comes out from behind her desk, and you approach. "Now, show me you can follow the rest." [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] As requested, you unzip your pants. <<if $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>>Miss $Gray plays with the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. She smiles at seeing your panties complimenting the hosiery. "Panties and tights, just as requested. Thank you, $name ."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>"No hosiery, $name? Did you get a run in them? Maybe you should start carrying a spare." Miss $Gray then inspects your underwear. "At least you have a pair of pretty panties."\ <<elseif $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>Miss $Gray pulls at the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. "Boxers, $name , really? They’re so inappropriate underneath hosiery, and uncomfortable too, I imagine. You continue to disappoint me."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 2>>"What's this? Did you forget what school you're attending?" She sighs at your lack of hosiery and panties.<</if>> <<if $CC2 is 4>><<set $EscapeChastity to 13>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. Unfortunately for your future, it isnot, and Miss $Gray quickly does the math. “I never gave you the key.” She stares you dead in the face, as though she were trying to turn you to stone, and boy does that sound preferable right now. “How on earth could that have happened?” She sarcastically remarks, allowing your fear to reach even greater heights. Undoubtedly she knows you connived your way out. “Did it just fall off?” “Well?” Your chin sinks to your chest. There’s not enough courage in the world to let you fight this battle. You simply remain silent, which makes you compare yourself to a child hiding in the sheets to protect themselves from a monster, except in this instance, the monster is very much real. “I hope you have the imagination to come up with a good excuse by lunch, because I need to think of an appropriate punishment for this.”\ <<elseif $GrayChastityFail is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated. “Poor sissy. All locked up with no way to get your key until next week. Don’t bother crying, it’ll just make me laugh.” <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”Thanks to that urethral tube, I’m sure you’ll have an extra uncomfortable time whenever you attempt to get hard, but why don’t you try anyway? It’s so fun to watch you squirm.”\ <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”I shouldn’t have to check, but since you were such a naughty sissy, I still will.” She teases the head of your cock through the slit in the chastity cage. Just the touch of her fingernail leaves you wanting to beg for freedom. ”Sadly, I’ve still decided when I’ll let you earn that key back. Oh well.”\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 or $CC2 is 2>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 1>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1, $GrayChastityFail to 1, $GrayChastiyFailCount to $GrayChastityFailCount + 1, $CC2 to 3>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear. Glaring at your unrestrained penis, she quickly becomes irate. “You ungrateful waste of space. I show you immense kindness by giving you the key to your clitty cage, and you repay my generosity by neglecting the thirty seconds it would take to lock it back up. Such disobedience is more than deserving of a punishment, but a detention wouldn’t be even close to what you deserve. In fact, to teach you the importance of locking yourself back up, I think the only suitable consequence is for you to go a while with no access to your little disgrace.” Searching behind her desk, she retrieves another chastity cage, identical to the one you were supposed to wear today. With a grip over your balls that threatens to castrate you, she installs the new device with the efficiency of an expert Rubik’s cube solver. “No matter what you do, you’re not getting this key back until next Monday. I’m sure some time locked away will teach you proper manners, but if it doesn’t, I can always be stricter.”<</if>> <<if $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs gt 6>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>Miss $Gray looks at your legs. "Really? How could you let your legs grow this disgusting? Be sure to shave them and they'll look and feel much better." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 3>>Miss $Gray lightly strokes your leg. "Don't you just love the feeling of freshly shaven legs? So smooth, so feminine. Keep it up."\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 7 and $ShaveLegs gt 2>>Miss $Gray admires your legs. "Smooth, be sure to keep it up." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 1 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>"And don't think that I hadn't noticed that you haven't shaved your legs yet. It will make your hosiery feel much more pleasant." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 2>><<set $OrderToShave to 4>>"And don't think I didn't notice your shaven legs" she remarks, stroking your smooth skin. "Don't they make your legs feel much more womanly? I doubt you will need to complain about your hosiery ever again." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 3>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR + 1, $OrderToShave to 4>>"Are those what I think they are?" She asks, stroking your shaven legs. "How smooth. Don't they make your legs feel so womanly, so feminine? I'm so proud of you, doing this without any encouragement. Since everyone else at Farrix shaves their legs regularly, I see no reason why shouldn't have to from now on, though I doubt you will complain at that." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<else>>She then lets you dress yourself again.<</if>> <<if $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] is 3>> Miss $Gray admires your flats. "Such cute shoes, $name . Make sure to keep wearing them."\ <<elseif $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] isnot 3>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>> "I'm sure you would much prefer to be wearing a pair of cute flats, so where are they?"<</if>>\ <<if $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 1>> \ Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. "Nice to see you can remember this" she taunts, pressing down on the butt plug inside you. "I'm sure it will be harder for you to daydream in class when you have this constantly reminding you of its presence."\ <<elseif $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1, $TimesSpanked to $TimesSpanked + 1>> Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. The silent room is quickly filled with a shriek from you as her hand slaps your butt cheeks. "I thought I made it clear that you will wear a butt plug from now on." Several more times you cry out as her hand hits you.<</if>><<if $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 1>> She cups her hand gently against your chest, confirming the sports bra underneath your shirt. "Do you like someone feeling your breasts?" She laughs at the uncomfortable expression that your face curls into.\ <<elseif $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>> She presses her hand against your chest. When she senses that there’s no bra beneath your shirt, she looks disappointed.<</if>> <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>"It is extremely disappointing that you can't follow the most basic of instructions $name . Come here at lunch for your punishment."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -1>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<else>>“Your behavior has been better as of late. Keep it up.”<</if>> She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for your lesson to commence.<<if $L gt 6 and $SportsBraOrder is 0>><<set $SportsBraOrder to 1>>Feeling on edge from your hornyness, you decide to be boldly daring. Your teacher’s sat, not paying attention to you, preparing the lesson whilst awaiting the rest of the students’ arrival. With her ample bosom, how could you not take the opportunity to stare? Well, only a few seconds into doing that do you get caught red handed and lustful eyed in another harsh moment of realization that she has a sixth sense when it comes to you. Her head flips round to capture you staring. “Really? After all you’ve done in your time here to make the girls feel uncomfortable, you can’t be a better person and ignore these?” Her hands cup her breasts, not helping your position. “With how you’re around girls for most of the day, I’m surprised you’re not better than a compulsion to stare. But who am I kidding? I should never assume anything but the worst of you.” She seems like she’s done, before her scathing rant picks up again. “I think you need to feel as self conscious as women do, so that you can empathize with them instead of gormlessly gazing. Yes, from now on, you’ll need to wear a sports bra everyday.” “A sports bra?!” “Yes. They should be easy enough to hide, but should leave you more than conscious of its presence, leaving you just as self aware of its existence as your cohorts are of their breasts. But don’t worry, it’s as though your white shirt is transparent, is it?” She cackles as she once more fills you day with feelings of dread.<</if>> [[6-5b<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 8>>\ <<set $M to 0>>\ The students begin to file in around you. <<if $JenLevel is 0 or $JenLevel is 1>>Your classmates have largely gotten used to you by now, though they all no doubt still see you as being somewhere you do not belong.\ <<elseif $JenLevel is 2>>There’s some unintelligible whispers from some of the class as they enter, among some giggles and cruel words that you’re more than used to being called. “Sissy” particularly stands out to you as this being $Jen ‘s doing. Thankfully, it’s only a few of them, and the mockery, coming from a select few stops after a moment.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 2>>There’s conversations as usual that are had by the entering classmates, but from what you pick up, the topic is awfully different than the usual discourse. There’s a lot of laughter and staring at you from what seems like half the class, and the words they throw around, which vary from whispers to average conversational volume, seem either feminine or demeaning. You pick out several instances of “sissy” “loser” and “pathetic”.<</if>> $Ash sits next to you as usual, and you whisper a quiet "hello" to her. <<if $AshMad is 1>>She either doesn't seem to notice, or care.\ <<elseif $AshR lt 0>>She barely seems to acknowledge your presence past anything more than a small glance in your general direction.\ <<elseif $AshR is 1>>She gives you a wide smile and a flirty wink before taking out her work books.\ <<elseif $AshR gt 1>>She gives you a wide smile, a flirty wink, and even a lingering stare at your crotch.<</if>> [img[Images/Desk Ash.jpg]] The lesson soon begins. <<if $GrayR lt 0>>Miss $Gray seems to be harsher to you today. She demands you answer more questions than she does the other students, and is crueler to you when you get them wrong, and barely affirms your answer when you get them right.<<elseif $GrayR gt - 1>>Despite the pre-class inspection, Miss $Gray barely seems to care about you during the lesson, which you certainly wouldn't complain about.<</if>> <<if $L gt 8>>During the lesson, though, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes lustfully wander to the other students in the class. Miss $Gray seems to have noticed, as a subtle scowls goes your way.<<elseif $L lt 9>>Despite the ample distractions around you in the form of attractive women, you manage to listen diligently.<</if>><<if $ButtPlugA is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>> The butt plug filling your rear isn’t helping the situation, however, and leaves you even more turned on.<</if>><<if $CK[2] is 3>> Though you hope your classmates remain oblivious to your choice in footwear, it proves hard to not play with them. [img[Images/Flats PlayG.gif]]<</if>> <<if $AshR gt 1 and $GrayR gt -2 and $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $AshMad is 0>>The lesson ends, and you breathe a sigh of over being away from Miss $Gray, at least for a couple of hours. $Ash reminds you to meet her if you’d like to hang out at lunch, before heading off in a different direction.\ <<elseif $AshMad is 1>>The lessons ends, and as though she was deathly allergic to you, $Ash has already left.\ <<elseif $AshR gt 1>>The lesson ends, and you breathe a sigh of over being away from Miss $Gray, at least for a couple of hours. $Ash asks if you’d like to hang out at lunch, but because of your overbearing teacher, you can’t. She sighs disappointedly before heading off in a different direction.\ <<elseif $AshR lt 2>>The lesson ends. As you look to your left to chat with $Ash , you’re saddened to realize that she’s already left.<</if>> [[6-5c Lesson<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 10>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> <<if $EscapeChastity is 13>>[[5/6/7 Escape Lunch Punish<-Continue to lunch]]\ <<else>>[[6-5d Lunch<-Continue to lunch][$H to 12]]<</if>>

<<set $M to 0>>\ <<set $H to 16>>\ <<if $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Before, this might mean Miss $Gray would return the key to your chastity cage, but since you were foolish enough to let her discover you escaped it, she has no intentions of letting you out. In fact, having the key won't solve anything. It’s the broken key already in the lock that’s the issue.\ <<elseif $GrayChastityFail is 1>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Of course, after “taking advantage of her generosity” in letting you have the key, she has no intention of letting you out until next Monday, and even then, you have to earn it.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>><<set $CC2 to 2>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Unless, of course, they are locked in a chastity cage, in which case they must go see Miss $Gray . You enter room 68 after the class empties. "Ah, $name , I'm glad to see you care about something" she comments, removing the key from her necklace. "Enjoy your freedom tonight. I’ll be taking it away again soon enough, though maybe your little thing has grown used to having a tube inside it." She then slides the key across the table, and you hastily grab it. "Don't lose it" She jests. [img[Images/Gray key.jpg]] //Freedom!// You leave the classroom before Miss $Gray finds another way to ruin your day.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0>><<set $CC2 to 2>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Unless, of course, they are locked in a chastity cage, in which case they must go see Miss $Gray . You enter room 68 after the class empties. "Ah, $name , I'm glad to see you care about something" she comments, removing the key from her necklace. "Enjoy your freedom tonight. I’ll be taking it away again soon enough." She then slides the key across the table, and you hastily grab it. "Don't lose it" She jests. [img[Images/Gray key.jpg]] //Freedom!// You leave the classroom before Miss $Gray finds another way to ruin your day.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Normally, you would go to Miss $Gray at this time, but with you not following her rules, she wouldn't give you the key even if you did go to room 68.<</if>> [[6-5f<-Finish the day]]

<<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] <<if $CC2 is 3 and $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>>You walk out of Farrix, with the key to the cage perpetually penetrating your urethra around the necklace of Miss $Gray .\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 and $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>You walk out of Farrix. Thanks to your recklessness, the actual key to your cage is broken inside the lock, and the copy key at home is useless. Who knows when you’ll next be allowed out?\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 and $EscapeChastity is 13>>You walk out of Farrix. The key to your chastity cage is around Miss $Gray ‘s necklace, but you have a perfect duplicate waiting to be used at home.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 2 and $EscapeChastity is 13>>You walk out of Farrix. The key to your chastity cage is safely in your pocket, but you have a perfect replica waiting at home anyway.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3>>You walk out of Farrix, with your chastity key still around Miss $Gray 's necklace, wondering what to do with the rest of your day.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 2>>You walk out of Farrix, with your chastity key in your pocket, wondering what to do with the rest of your day.<</if>> <<if $A is 0 and $S gt 9>>[[Meet Alex Alt<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] You feel too stressed to not go straight home\ <<elseif $A is 0 and $S lt 10>>[[Meet Alex Alt<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] [[Meet Alex Alt<-Go to the mall]]\ <<elseif $S gt 9>>[[Room 0<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] You feel too stressed to not go straight home\ <<elseif $S lt 10>>[[Room 0<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] [[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>> <<if $EscapeChastity is 3>>[[Escape Chastity 3a<-Go to the printing lab]]<</if>>

<<set $M to $M + 30>>\ <<set $PantyhoseTask to 1>>\ <<set $Fem to 26>>\ [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] After walking the familiar path to $Ash ‘s house, she eagerly opens the door before you even get a chance to knock. “Hey $name !” She greets you inside before leading you upstairs. While her Farrix uniform certainly allows her to dress slutty, her outfit today leaves even less to the imagination. [img[Images/P - Ash Week 5.jpg]] <<if $MallSaturday is 5 and $CC2 is 1>><<set $W5A6 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>You’ve barely entered the familiar environment of her room when she rushes in, painting you with kisses. “Most men wouldn’t dare do what you did yesterday” she begins, her hands exploring your body. “Confidence is so sexy. Almost as sexy as me, don’t you think?” She steps back and poses for you, teasing you with her body. Her dress gets pulled up, showing off her underwear that matches her dress. [img[Images/P - Ash Week 5b.jpg]] She pushes you backwards until your knees buckle when you collide with the bed, leaving you vulnerable for $Ash to mount you. A button gets unbuckled, a zip slides down and a heavy tug pulls your pants down, exposing your underwear. But today, $Ash is more concerned with what’s underneath. Her hand massages your rapidly growing cock, bringing it quickly to full mast “You must be looking forward to this after what you did to earn it.” She doesn’t start jerking until you look at her, and she sees the begging in your eyes. The visible desperation fuels her hand, slowly moving up and down. Your mind fades away as she speeds up. “You know, I would have been willing to give you more than just a handjob for what you did. You really should have asked for more. These lips could be wrapped around your little dick like a lollipop.” “My what?” “Your huge cock, I wonder how much of it I could take before I was gagging…” You watch as she lowers her head, closer and closer to your dick. She keeps masturbating you, and just as her tongue is about to lick the tip of your dick, a torrent of cum explodes from your penis. You were so turned on by her on the verge of giving you a blowjob that you couldn’t hold back any longer. The spray of semen shoots up in the air, hitting nothing but air until it returns to you, splatting on your thighs and stomach, as well your cock itself, and $Ash ‘s still touching hand. With her index finger, she swipes a scoop of it before popping it into her mouth, sucking it clean. She smiles widely once you’re done. $Ash gives you a minute to recover, but her grin tells you she has another idea. Hopefully this one is less public than yesterday’s adventure. “I have this fantasy, and I was wondering if you’d be willing to be the second person in it." “Really? What is it?” You ask, so yearnfully that the lust is probably detectable in your breath. “Well, I’ve always wanted to lay in bed with someone, both of us naked, except for both of us wearing pantyhose. Just the idea of rubbing legs with someone else like that makes me wet. Of course, you’d have to shave your legs as well, though I doubt you have an issue with that. So, get some pantyhose and come here next Sunday and we can have some fun.” On her final word, she gently places the palm of her hand on your crotch. “Up for it?” So on edge and eager to be sexual with $Ash more, you nod your head without a second thought. “Great, why don’t you start working on it now? I have some stuff to do.” She sees you out. If you decide to fulfill her fantasy, you’ve got a week to get prepared. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $L to 0, $MallSaturday to 100]]\ <<elseif $MallSaturday is 5 and $CC2 is 2>><<set $W5A6 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>You’ve barely entered the familiar environment of her room when she rushes in, painting you with kisses. “Most men wouldn’t dare do what you did yesterday” she begins, her hands exploring your body. “Confidence is so sexy. Almost as sexy as me, don’t you think?” She steps back and poses for you, teasing you with her body. Her dress gets pulled up, showing off her underwear that matches her dress. [img[Images/P - Ash Week 5b.jpg]] She pushes you backwards until your knees buckle when you collide with the bed, leaving you vulnerable for $Ash to mount you. A button gets unbuckled, a zip slides down and a heavy tug pulls your pants down, exposing your underwear. But today, $Ash is more concerned with what’s underneath. She feels the cage your cock is inside of, laughing almost at seeing how much you want her to actually touch it. “So, do you want your reward or not? Do you have the key with you?” Your fingers scramble to your pocket, scooping up the tiny piece of metal with the power to unlock your penis. You fumble around, trying to fit the key in the hole. $Ash takes over, placing her hand over yours to guide the key into position. After a familiar click, she slides off the cage, allowing your cock to spring to life. Her hand massages your rapidly growing cock, bringing it quickly to full mast “You must be looking forward to this after what you did to earn it.” She doesn’t start jerking until you look at her, and she sees the begging in your eyes. The visible desperation fuels her hand, slowly moving up and down. Your mind fades away as she speeds up. “You know, I would have been willing to give you more than just a handjob for what you did. You really should have asked for more. These lips could be wrapped around your little dick like a lollipop.” “My what?” “Your huge cock, I wonder how much of it I could take before I was gagging…" You watch as she lowers her head, closer and closer to your dick. She keeps masturbating you, and just as her tongue is about to lick the tip of your dick, a torrent of cum explodes from your penis. You were so turned on by her on the verge of giving you a blowjob that you couldn’t hold back any longer. The spray of semen shoots up in the air, hitting nothing but air until it returns to you, splatting on your thighs and stomach, as well your cock itself, and $Ash ‘s still touching hand. With her index finger, she swipes a scoop of it before popping it into her mouth, sucking it clean. She smiles widely once you’re done. $Ash gives you a minute to recover, but her grin tells you she has another idea. Hopefully this one is less public than yesterday’s adventure. “I have this fantasy, and I was wondering if you’d be willing to be the second person in it." “Really? What is it?” You ask, so yearnfully that the lust is probably detectable in your breath. “Well, I’ve always wanted to lay in bed with someone, both of us naked, except for both of us wearing pantyhose. Just the idea of rubbing legs with someone else like that makes me wet. Of course, you’d have to shave your legs as well, though I doubt you have an issue with that. So, get some pantyhose and come here next Sunday and we can have some fun.” On her final word, she gently places the palm of her hand on your crotch. “Up for it?” So on edge and eager to be sexual with $Ash more, you nod your head without a second thought. “Great, why don’t you start working on it now? I have some stuff to do.” She sees you out. If you decide to fulfill her fantasy, you’ve got a week to get prepared. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $L to 0, $CC2 to 1, $MallSaturday to 100]]\ <<elseif $MallSaturday is 5 and $CC2 is 3>><<set $W5A6 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>You’ve barely entered the familiar environment of her room when she rushes in, painting you with kisses. “Most men wouldn’t dare do what you did yesterday” she begins, her hands exploring your body. “Confidence is so sexy. Almost as sexy as me, don’t you think?” She steps back and poses for you, teasing you with her body. Her dress gets pulled up, showing off her underwear that matches her dress. [img[Images/P - Ash Week 5b.jpg]] She pushes you backwards until your knees buckle when you collide with the bed, leaving you vulnerable for $Ash to mount you. A button gets unbuckled, a zip slides down and a heavy tug pulls your pants down, exposing your underwear. But today, $Ash is more concerned with what’s underneath. She feels the cage your cock is inside of, laughing almost at seeing how much you want her to actually touch it. “So, do you want your reward or not? Do you have the key with you?” //Shit// $Ash can read your face, understanding your blunder. “You really left the key to your dick at home, when a girl promised you a handjob? Did you become the light of another girl’s eye when I wasn’t looking? Well, if you don’t care about your dick, then maybe these would like some love instead.” The hand taunting your dick moves to your balls, grabbing them tightly, dancing on the fine line between pleasure and pain. She lowers her head down to your crotch, and you feel the new sensation of a tongue lapping at your testicles. She swivels her neck to reach new angles, spreading the love all around your sperm sack, reaching back along your scrotum to make you even hornier, which simultaneously makes you frustrated at having your key resting on Miss $Gray ‘s necklace. Your dick starts to feel slightly warmer, and you realize it’s $Ash ‘s tongue, coating your cage in saliva. She starts at the base, before moving over the head of the cage. The narrow slit for peeing lets her tease you to an almost impossible extent. The tiny degree of contact between you and her leaves you feeling on edge like never before. Her tongue strokes back and forth, up and down, teasing the head of your dick. You almost think that a bit more would cause your dick to explode, both with a torrent of cum, but also out of it’s plastic binding. The third base action feels like it goes on forever, as any concept of time escapes your mind. “Next time” $Ash laughs “don’t forget your key, unless you like having blue balls.” She dismounts you and goes over to a vanity table, checking to see if her makeup was ruined. Looking down, there’s a line of precum connecting your dick to your thigh, with a similar pool of the liquid having collected and been absorbed by the sheet beneath. You rise, pulling up your pants, despising any stimulation on your dick that isn’t a tongue. “But if you do like having blue balls, then that isn’t a problem.” She seemed to enjoy teasing you a bit too much. When you’ve recovered, $Ash approaches you again. “I actually have something to ask of you. I’ve always had this fantasy. I was hoping you’d be able to help me out.” “Really? What is it?” You ask, so eagerly that the lust is probably detectable in your breath. “Well, I’ve always wanted to lay in bed with a guy, both of us naked, except for both of us wearing pantyhose. Just the idea of rubbing legs with someone else like that makes me wet. Of course, you’d have to shave your legs as well, though I doubt you have an issue with that. So, get some pantyhose and come here next Sunday and we can have some fun.” On her final word, she gently places the palm of her hand on your crotch. “Up for it?” So on edge and eager to be sexual with $Ash more, you nod your head without a second thought. “Great, why don’t you start working on it now? I have some stuff to do.” [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $L to $L + 3, $MallSaturday to 100]]\ <<elseif $MallSaturday is 6 and $CC2 is 1>><<set $W5A6 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>You haven’t stopped moving for a second when $Ash rushes in and kisses you, painting your cheek pink. “Yesterday was fun. I was thinking that today we could have some more fun.” She pushes you backwards until your knees buckle when you collide with the bed, leaving you vulnerable for $Ash to mount you. A button gets unbuckled, a zip slides down and a heavy tug pulls your pants down, exposing your underwear. But today, $Ash is more concerned with what’s underneath. With one hand, she teases your balls, playing with them. Her other hand touches your growing cock, encouraging it to come to life. Despite not following her request yesterday, she starts giving you a handjob, spitting in her hand for extra lubrication. She moves it slowly at first, teasing the tip of your cock. Torturously, her hand drags up to the head of your cock before sliding back down. Her massage of your most intimate muscle continues, never growing in pace. Despite feeling that you’re on the edge cumming, you know you could never tip over the edge at $Ash ‘s sluggish pace. “Can you go faster?” You meekly ask. “Why? Do you want to cum?” Her hand speeds up, knowing the answer. She accelerates, getting faster, and faster, until… She removes her hand abruptly. The precum leaking out your rock hard member is all that exits your dick. You look down from the stars you were seeing in your lust filled mind to see $Ash standing, a grin on her face that you can only interpret cruelty from. “Why did you stop?” “A girl touched your dick, that’s a lot more than what you deserve. Maybe you would have had time to finish if we did what I wanted yesterday.” You can’t believe that $Ash would tease you, edge you like this, before stopping, like quitting a marathon with the finish line in sight. You would argue with her, yell at her for being unfair, but she did still jerk you off, and you lack the focus to put together an argument that wouldn’t make you seem selfish. Regardless, you’re left annoyed at her. When you’ve recovered, $Ash approaches you again. “I actually have something to ask of you. I’ve always had this fantasy. I was hoping you’d be able to help me out. Maybe you could actually cum this time.” “Really? What is it?” You ask, excited at the prospect. “Well, I’ve always wanted to lay in bed with a guy, both of us naked, except for both of us wearing pantyhose. Just the idea of rubbing legs with someone else like that makes me wet. Of course, you’d have to shave your legs as well, though I doubt you have an issue with that. So, get some pantyhose and come here next Sunday and we can have some fun.” On her final word, she gently places the palm of her hand on your crotch. “Up for it?” So on edge and eager to be sexual with $Ash more, you nod your head without a second thought. “Great, why don’t you start working on it now? I have some stuff to do.” [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $L to $L + 3, $MallSaturday to 100]]\ <<elseif $MallSaturday is 6 and $CC2 is 2>><<set $W5A6 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>You haven’t stopped moving for a second when $Ash rushes in and kisses you, painting your cheek pink. “Yesterday was fun. I was thinking that today we could have some more fun.” She pushes you backwards until your knees buckle when you collide with the bed, leaving you vulnerable for $Ash to mount you. A button gets unbuckled, a zip slides down and a heavy tug pulls your pants down, exposing your underwear. But today, $Ash is more concerned with what’s underneath. She feels the cage your cock is inside of, laughing almost at seeing how much you want her to actually touch it. “So, do you want your reward or not? Do you have the key with you?” Your fingers scramble to your pocket, scooping up the tiny piece of metal with the power to unlock your penis. You fumble around, trying to fit the key in the hole. $Ash takes over, placing her hand over yours to guide the key into position. After a familiar click, she slides off the cage, allowing your cock to spring to life. With one hand, she teases your balls, playing with them. Her other hand touches your growing cock. Despite not following her request yesterday, she starts giving you a handjob, spitting in her hand for extra lubrication. She moves it slowly at first, teasing the tip of your cock. Torturously, her hand drags up to the head of your cock before sliding back down. Her massage of your most intimate muscle continues, never growing in pace. Despite feeling that you’re on the edge cumming, you know you could never tip over the edge at $Ash ‘s sluggish pace. “Can you go faster?” You meekly ask. “Why? Do you want to cum?” Her hand speeds up, knowing the answer. She accelerates, getting faster, and faster, until… She removes her hand abruptly. The precum leaking out your rock hard member is all that exits your dick. You look down from the stars you were seeing in your lust filled mind to see $Ash standing, a grin on her face that you can only interpret cruelty from. “Why did you stop?” “A girl touched your dick, that’s a lot more than what you deserve. Maybe you would have had time to finish if we did what I wanted yesterday.” You can’t believe that $Ash would tease you, edge you like this, before stopping, like quitting a marathon with the finish line in sight. You would argue with her, yell at her for being unfair, but she did still jerk you off, and you lack the focus to put together an argument that wouldn’t make you seem selfish. Regardless, you’re left annoyed at her. When you’ve recovered, $Ash approaches you again. “I actually have something to ask of you. I’ve always had this fantasy. I was hoping you’d be able to help me out. Maybe you could actually cum this time.” “Really? What is it?” You ask, excited at the prospect. “Well, I’ve always wanted to lay in bed with a guy, both of us naked, except for both of us wearing pantyhose. Just the idea of rubbing legs with someone else like that makes me wet. Of course, you’d have to shave your legs as well, though I doubt you have an issue with that. So, get some pantyhose and come here next Sunday and we can have some fun.” On her final word, she gently places the palm of her hand on your crotch. “Up for it?” So on edge and eager to be sexual with $Ash more, you nod your head without a second thought. “Great, why don’t you start working on it now? I have some stuff to do.” [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $L to $L + 3, $CC2 to 1, $MallSaturday to 100]]\ <<elseif $MallSaturday is 6 and $CC2 is 3>><<set $W5A6 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>You haven’t stopped moving for a second when $Ash rushes in and kisses you, painting your cheek pink. “Yesterday was fun. I was thinking that today we could have some more fun.” She pushes you backwards until your knees buckle when you collide with the bed, leaving you vulnerable for $Ash to mount you. A button gets unbuckled, a zip slides down and a heavy tug pulls your pants down, exposing your underwear. But today, $Ash is more concerned with what’s underneath. She feels the cage your cock is inside of, laughing almost at seeing how much you want her to actually touch it. “So, do you want your reward or not? Do you have the key with you?” “Actually, I left it at home.” She sighs, followed by a small laugh. “Right, of course you don’t. Well, nevermind.” Sensing that the moment for sex has been lost, you pull your pants back up. “Maybe we can’t do anything today, but I actually have something to ask of you. I’ve always had this fantasy. I was hoping you’d be able to help me out.” “Really? What is it?” You ask, so eagerly that the lust is probably detectable in your breath. “Well, I’ve always wanted to lay in bed with a guy, both of us naked, except for both of us wearing pantyhose. Just the idea of rubbing legs with someone else like that makes me wet. Of course, you’d have to shave your legs as well, though I doubt you have an issue with that. So, get some pantyhose and come here next Sunday and we can have some fun.” On her final word, she gently places the palm of her hand on your crotch. “Up for it?” So on edge and eager to be sexual with $Ash more, you nod your head without a second thought. “Great, why don’t you start working on it now? I have some stuff to do.” “And remember your key!” She yells as you exit her house. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $MallSaturday to 100]]\ <<elseif $MallSaturday is 7 and $AshR lt 3>>The two of you stand awkwardly in her room, a painful silence in the air. It’s broken when $Ash bursts into tears, her hands swiftly moving to her face. You expected her to be upset over you leaving her yesterday, but not this much. You rush in, trying to comfort her, but you’re completely shoved away. “I can’t believe you would do that to me! How could you?” “I’m sorry, but you were being incredibly cruel to $Jen and it was completely uncalled for. What is your problem with her?” “She’s not a good person $name ! I’ve been in this city a lot longer than you have, so I know her and her family a lot better than you. She’s not a good person. You should thank me for trying to drive a wedge between you two.” It’s hard to disagree with what she’s saying. The basis of your relationship with $Jen is that she’s extorting you for money, but you did get to know a more gentle side to her yesterday. “You really hurt me. I don’t know if I can forgive you for that.” Her tears keep flowing and it’s starting to get ugly thanks to her rubbing her face and moaning in emotional pain. “I thought we were more than friends after all we’ve done together, but if you want to throw that away for that whore then go ahead.” After seeing how much you’ve hurt her, you profusely apologize, but she’s largely unresponsive. “I’m really sorry $Ash . What can I do to make it up to you? Please, I’ll do anything.” Upon hearing that, her grunts stop. “Anything?” [[AshW2 Anything<-“Anything”]] [[AshW2 Leave<-Maybe not]]\ <<elseif $MallSaturday is 7 and $AshR gt 2>>You struggle to gauge $Ash ‘s mood. She seems fine, as though she doesn’t mind that you left her yesterday. You consider bringing it up, but she beats you to it. “Look, about yesterday, I won’t lie, I was pretty upset. You really hurt me $name . I thought we were close, but I can’t understand why you would rather hang out with that wh…person over me." You apologize again. As the two of you hold eye contact, the room grows painfully silent. “I forgive you. But please, don’t hurt me like that again. After all, I thought we were something more than friends, and I’d be surprised if you wanted to throw that away.” You want to jump with glee that she finally acknowledges what you already suspected - you’re one step closer to having an official girlfriend. In response you apologize further, wanting to fix your stupid mistake. “I appreciate the apology, and I’m sure you won’t disappoint me again. But honestly, I wasn’t entirely sure if you’d want to hang out today, so I actually made other plans.” “Oh, right. Shall I leave then?” “Well, you don’t have to quite yet. I actually have something to ask of you. I’ve always had this fantasy. I was hoping you’d be able to help me out.” “Really? What is it?” You ask, so eagerly that the lust is probably detectable in your breath. “Well, I’ve always wanted to lay in bed with a guy, both of us naked, except for both of us wearing pantyhose. Just the idea of rubbing legs with someone else like that makes me wet. Of course, you’d have to shave your legs as well, though I doubt you have an issue with that. So, get some pantyhose and come here next Sunday and we can have some fun.” On her final word, she gently places the palm of her hand on your crotch. “Up for it?” So on edge and eager to be sexual with $Ash more, you nod your head without a second thought. “Great, why don’t you start working on it now? I have some stuff to do.” [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3]]<</if>>

<<set $JenLevel to 0>>\ Before you can leave the teasing walls of Farrix, you’re intercepted by $Jen , who beckons you to follow her into the toilets. You’re thankful she’s led you somewhere secluded, but it’s good for her too. [img[Images/Jen toilets.jpg]] "I hope you have my money." <<if $I gt 49>>[[Jen Monday 1 Pay<-Pay her]]<<else>>You don't have enough money to do that<</if>> [[Jen Monday 1 Don't Pay<-Don't pay]]

Before you can leave the teasing walls of Farrix, you’re intercepted by $Jen , who beckons you to follow her into the toilets. You’re thankful she’s led you somewhere secluded, but it’s good for her too. [img[Images/Jen toilets.jpg]] "I hope you have my money." <<if $I gt 49>>[[Jen Monday 2 Pay<-Pay her]]\ <<else>>You don't have enough money to pay her.<</if>> [[Jen Monday 2 Don't Pay<-Don't pay her]]

<<set $H to 16>>\ Before you can leave the teasing walls of Farrix, you’re intercepted by $Jen , who beckons you to follow her into the toilets. You’re thankful she’s led you somewhere secluded, but it’s good for her too. [img[Images/Jen toilets.jpg]] "I hope you have my money." <<if $I gt 49>>[[Jen Monday 3 Pay<-Pay her]]\ <<else>>You don't have enough money to pay her.<</if>> [[Jen Monday 3 Don't Pay<-Don't pay her]]

<<set $JenR to $JenR + 1>>\ <<set $I to $I - 50>>\ Taking out your wallet, you hand $Jen her ill-gotten money, which she accepts readily with a grin on her face. "Thanks $name . Same time next week?" She laughs, knowing your lack of a choice. "So, did you decide to wear that plug today?" <<if $ButtPlugA is 1>><<set $JenR to $JenR + 1>>Your cheeks grow red, revealing what you were afraid to say. "I knew you would enjoy it!" Not entirely sure if you are or not, you try to change the conversation. "Well, are you wearing one?" "Of course! I wouldn't ask you to do a challenge and then fail it on the first day. Don't you find it sexy to have such a kinky secret that no one knows about? I know you do, sissy." //Maybe...if only I had just the one//\ <<elseif $ButtPlugA is 0>>"No, I didn't." "Shame, you seemed to enjoy it a lot. Still, if you want to "man up" and accept my challenge, then meet me on Wednesday and we can talk about it."<</if>> [[4-1f<-Continue]]

<<set $JenR to $JenR - 1>>\ <<set $S to $S + 3>>\ <<set $JenLevel to $JenLevel + 1>>\ [img[Images/Jen toilets.jpg]] When $Jen realizes that you aren't reaching for any money, her demeanor turns from one of demand to anger. "I really thought you would have realized how serious I am." After a moment of complete silence with you being too cowardly to apologize or even argue about how cruel she is, a hand flies towards your face, and a stinging sensation follows. You're in complete shock that this ==woman== bitch just slapped you. Maybe you could understand or forgive her trying to extort you, but hitting you was crossing a line. With an increased aggression in your voice that even you are surprised by, you begin to yell at her. "How dare you! I don't have to give you any money. Only a bitch like you would try and blackmail someone - you're lucky I don't hit you back." "I dare you to try it. You do that and I go running to the head teacher, screaming about how you've abused me ever since you came here, and then you end up going to prison. In fact, I'm sure you'd love that; all those men, willing to give you it up the ass around every corner, whether you want it or not." Just like that, her threat has drained any will of fighting back from you. She's completely serious. "Let me be clear. You fuck up like this one more time, and I'll make sure that happens." She leaves. You feel yourself begin to tear up at how little power you have. Blackmail. Coercion. Abuse from a teacher and a student. This school has changed you, and now, it has almost broken you. You spend the better part of an hour there, slouched against a brick wall. [[4-1f<-Continue][$M to $M + 40]]

<<set $I to $I - 50>>\ <<set $MallSaturday to 1>>\ <<set $M to $M + 10>>\ <<set $W5J1 to 1>>\ You reach into your pocket, taking out your wallet. After retrieving the money for $Jen , she smiles at seeing her present. "Thanks $name . Same time next week?" She laughs, knowing your lack of a choice. “Actually, I was wondering if you’re busy on Saturday.” When you reply that you aren’t, her face lights up. “Great! I wanted to go to the mall but my boyfriend canceled on me. If you want to come just meet me there on Saturday.” $Jen then walks out. You soon follow, once more confused by her. [[5-1f<-Finish the day]]

<<set $AshWeek6 to 1>>\ <<set $TimesSpanked to $TimesSpanked + 1>>\ <<set $W5A5 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>\ <<set $MallSaturday to 100>>\ [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] “Anything. What can I do to make this better?” “Well…I always wanted to try out different ways of venting emotions. Do you want to help me with it?” You nervously nod, curious as to what she means. “Good. Then strip.” “What?” “You said you wanted to apologize, so take your clothes off - all of them.” You oblige, first kicking off your shoes before pulling your shirt over your head.<<if $SportsBra is 1>> A smile grows across $Ash ‘s face as she sees your sports bra hugging your chest, but you follow her command and take it off.<</if>> <<if $CL[2] isnot 101>>Unzipping your pants, they drop to the floor. The embarrassment of someone seeing you exposed in hosiery like this almost makes you feel naked without needing to strip further, but you continue losing clothing as they land on your pants.\ <<else>>Unzipping your pants, they drop to the floor, and your socks soon follow.<</if>> <<if $CL[1] is 101>>Your boxers join them, causing a disappointed look from $Ash .<<elseif $CL[1] isnot 101>>Your panties slide down your legs, leaving you completely naked.<</if>> “Now, lay down on the bed, face down.” You continue doing as she says, climbing on the double bed, leaving you completely oblivious as to what’s going on around you. A cold hand strokes your leg. “How does it feel being so vulnerable?” [[AshW2 Anything like<-You like it][$L to $L + 2]] [[AshW2 Anything dislike<-This isn't for you][$S to $S + 2]]

<<set $Fem to 25>>\ <<set $PantyhoseTask to 0>>\ <<set $MallSaturday to 100>>\ [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] “Whether I’m sorry or not, you were still incredibly cruel to $Jen .” $Ash stares bullets through you. “Well if you don’t want to properly apologize then you can leave, and don’t bother coming back, ever!” You follow her suggestion, amazed at how unremorseful she is. Heading back home you can’t help but feel some level of regret, having lost the only friend you had made since moving to this city, and the only girl, besides Miss $Gray , to touch your dick. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $AshR to $AshR - 1, $AshMad to 1]]

[img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] “Actually, I quite like it.” “Really? That’s good, because you’ll love what’s next.” A strap wraps itself around your ankle. “What are you doing?” You inquire, looking around, panicked at the feeling. “Relax babe, you wanted to make it up to me, and this is how you’ll do it.” Though you aren’t quite calmed, you do turn around again. A similar strap gets wrapped around your other ankle, though there’s little tension in them and you can quite freely move your feet. $Ash mounts the bed, and then you, and then her hands wrap around your naked body. Her fingers make their way up your length, before hovering over your shoulders and holding your wrists. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot the duvet being pulled at the corner, unveiling another strap. $Ash moves it around your arm, making sure it stays there by securing the velcro. She repeats the process with your final limb, leaving your arms and legs bound. When you move your right arm, you can feel the tension in the strap on your left leg increase, and it’s the same when you react with your other limbs. Clearly, the straps are connected beneath the bed. This leaves you unable to wriggle out, leaving you completely compromised by only 4 velcro straps. “So, still liking it?” “W…” The moment your mouth opens, a ball gets ungracefully shoved in it. A connected leather strap wraps around your head before being secured. “Whmmp rmp ymmmu dmmmphhg!?” “Relax hun, nothing’s going to happen that you don’t deserve.” Her hands return to your body, tantalizingly dancing lightly on your skin. They rest on your shoulders, before spinning beneath your arms, on your armpits. “I do hope you aren’t ticklish.” “Bummp….” Whatever pleas you had for her to stop are cut off by guttural laughter that, while muffled by the gag, are completely understood by $Ash . They seem to encourage her further, as she tickles the rest of your sensitive body. No matter how much you struggle against your binds, you can’t free yourself. “Stmmmph!” “If you say so.” Her fingers halt their torture. “But by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging to be tickled again.” Her weight lifts off you, but that isn’t to say your fears vanish. The room is completely silent. $Ash could have completely walked out the room, but your eyes can only see the bed and the blurry surroundings. For a brief second, a sound slips into your ears, like a rolled-up magazine striking through the air to hit a rogue fly. “Owmppp!” Your butt cheeks sting after the unmistakable strike of leather. “Do you know how much you hurt me?” “Imphh smmpy!” You scream through the ball trapped between your tongue and the roof of your mouth. Another hit lands on your rear, undoubtedly already causing redding. “Do you know how much I cried?” After another strike, you feel tears trickle down your own face. Your screams have caused spit to dribble out between your lips, pooling up on the sheets. “Pwmmp!” “Shut up!” $Ash yells as she winds her arm up for another strike. Two more come raining down on your ass cheeks. “Will you ever do that to me again?” “Nmmp!” She hits you again. And again. And again… The end comes when you hear something drop on the floor, and your peripheral vision detects $Ash sitting down on the edge of the bed next to you. Her hand strokes the back of your hair, a gentle turn around from the brutal punishment you just received. She unlocks the latch on the ball gag and you pull your mouth away. Strings of spit are clinging from your mouth to the ball. Its absence leaves your jaw aching, making it uncomfortable to even close it. $Ash continues stroking the back of your head. With her other hand, she peels at the velcro straps binding you to the bed. The only sound in the room is the disruptive sound of your binds being undone, returning control to you. Turning over, you do your best to sit up without putting pressure on your tortured rear. You try to hide the fact that right now, you're terrified of the girl innocently sitting on the edge of the bed. She smiles at you, but you can’t reciprocate. “That was…well, you should probably get dressed.” Even when you do as she suggests, your eyes stay on her. You step over the crop that was dropped, and put your clothes back on, all while contemplating if you should say anything at all. With her change in demeanor, it’s as if she was possessed while you were tied up, but now she’s just sitting innocuously, cutely twirling her hair. When you’re done getting dressed, $Ash approaches with a trepidatious step. “I may have gone slightly overboard.” She lets out a nervous laugh. “Shall we just forget about the past few days?” She takes your lack of a response as a confirmation. “Great, now, there was something else I wanted to talk to you about. I always wanted to do something, and I think you can help me out. I’ll tell you more about it next Sunday when you come here. Just bring a pair of pantyhose and make sure to have shaved legs, okay?” You give a slight nod and she smiles in response. “Great.” $Ash walks you to the door and hugs you goodbye. You walk home, completely numb, unsure how to feel or how to process what happened. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to 19, $S to $S + 2, $AshR to $AshR + 1]]

[img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] “I hate it.” “Oh well. You’ll just have to prepare yourself for what’s next then.” A strap wraps itself around your ankle. “What are you doing?” You inquire, looking around, panicked at the feeling. “Relax babe, you wanted to make it up to me, and this is how you’ll do it.” Though you aren’t quite calmed, you do turn around again. A similar strap gets wrapped around your other ankle, though there’s little tension in them and you can quite freely move your feet. $Ash mounts the bed, and then you, and then her hands wrap around your naked body. Her fingers make their way up your length, before hovering over your shoulders and holding your wrists. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot the duvet being pulled at the corner, unveiling another strap. $Ash moves it around your arm, making sure it stays there by securing the velcro. She repeats the process with your final limb, leaving your arms and legs bound. When you move your right arm, you can feel the tension in the strap on your left leg increase, and it’s the same when you react with your other limbs. Clearly, the straps are connected beneath the bed. This leaves you unable to wriggle out, leaving you completely compromised by only 4 velcro straps. “Still not enjoying yourself?” “W…” The moment your mouth opens, a ball gets ungracefully shoved in it. A connected leather strap wraps around your head before being secured. “Whmmp rmp ymmmu dmmmphhg!?” “Relax hun, nothing’s going to happen that you don’t deserve.” Her hands return to your body, tantalizingly dancing lightly on your skin. They rest on your shoulders, before spinning beneath your arms, on your armpits. “I do hope you aren’t ticklish.” “Bummp….” Whatever pleas you had for her to stop are cut off by guttural laughter that, while muffled by the gag, are completely understood by $Ash . They seem to encourage her further, as she tickles the rest of your sensitive body. No matter how much you struggle against your binds, you can’t free yourself. “Stmmmph!” “If you say so.” Her fingers halt their torture. “But by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging to be tickled again.” Her weight lifts off you, but that isn’t to say your fears vanish. The room is completely silent. $Ash could have completely walked out the room, but your eyes can only see the bed and the blurry surroundings. For a brief second, a sound slips into your ears, like a rolled-up magazine striking through the air to hit a rogue fly. “Owmppp!” Your butt cheeks sting after the unmistakable strike of leather. “Do you know how much you hurt me?” “Imphh smmpy!” You scream through the ball trapped between your tongue and the roof of your mouth. Another hit lands on your rear, undoubtedly already causing redding. “Do you know how much I cried?” After another strike, you feel tears trickle down your own face. Your screams have caused spit to dribble out between your lips, pooling up on the sheets. “Pwmmp!” “Shut up!” $Ash yells as she winds her arm up for another strike. Two more come raining down on your ass cheeks. “Will you ever do that to me again?” “Nmmp!” She hits you again. And again. And again… The end comes when you hear something drop on the floor, and your peripheral vision detects $Ash sitting down on the edge of the bed next to you. Her hand strokes the back of your hair, a gentle turn around from the brutal punishment you just received. She unlocks the latch on the ball gag and you pull your mouth away. Strings of spit are clinging from your mouth to the ball. Its absence leaves your jaw aching, making it uncomfortable to even close it. $Ash continues stroking the back of your head. With her other hand, she peels at the velcro straps binding you to the bed. The only sound in the room is the disruptive sound of your binds being undone, returning control to you. Turning over, you do your best to sit up without putting pressure on your tortured rear. You try to hide the fact that right now, you're terrified of the girl innocently sitting on the edge of the bed. She smiles at you, but you can’t reciprocate. “That was…well, you should probably get dressed.” Even when you do as she suggests, your eyes stay on her. You step over the crop that was dropped, and put your clothes back on, all while contemplating if you should say anything at all. With her change in demeanor, it’s as if she was possessed while you were tied up, but now she’s just sitting innocuously, cutely twirling her hair. When you’re done getting dressed, $Ash approaches with a trepidatious step. “I may have gone slightly overboard.” She lets out a nervous laugh. “Shall we just forget about the past few days?” She takes your lack of a response as a confirmation. “Great, now, there was something else I wanted to talk to you about. I always wanted to do something, and I think you can help me out. I’ll tell you more about it next Sunday when you come here. Just bring a pair of pantyhose and make sure to have shaved legs, okay?” You give a slight nod and she smiles in response. “Great.” $Ash walks you to the door and hugs you goodbye. You walk home, completely numb, unsure how to feel or how to process what happened. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to 19, $S to $S + 2, $AshR to $AshR + 1]]

<<if $Camera is 1 or $Screwdrver is 1>>The rest of your final day seems to fly by as you hardly pay attention. Soon enough, the final bell rings and you are left wondering what to do.<<else>>The rest of your final day seems to fly by as you hardly pay attention. Soon enough, the final bell rings. Without any tools to spy on the girls, you have to wait for the time to pass before your mysterious meeting with Miss $Gray.<</if>> <<if $Camera is 1 and $Screwdriver is 1>>[[1-5 Cam 1<-Spy on the girls with the camera]] [[1-5 Screw 1<-Spy on the girls using the screwdriver]] [[1-5e<-Do not spy on the girls]]\ <<elseif $Screwdriver is 1 and $Camera is 0>>[[1-5 Screw 1<-Spy on the girls]] [[1-5e<-Do not spy on the girls]]\ <<elseif $Camera is 1 and $Screwdriver is 0>>[[1-5 Cam 1<-Spy on the girls]] [[1-5e<-Do not spy on the girls]]\ <<elseif $Screwdriver is 0 and $Camera is 0>>[[1-5 Wait<-Wait]]<</if>>

<<set $AshSkirtHelp to 1>>\ You carefully try to broach the subject. Ideally, $Ash would suggest you wearing a skirt yourself, if you could lead her to coming up with that idea. Noticing her beautiful look, you decide to get the ball rolling. “That’s a nice skirt.” $Ash replies with a smile. “Thanks. I love that Farrix really doesn’t care about how short they are.” You try and dangle your rod deeper into the pond, hoping she takes the bait. “It must be strange, having so much of your body exposed, knowing people could so easily see underneath. “ She shrugs her shoulders. “You get used to it. And when you do, it can get quite nice. Especially when you know that guys are checking you out.” She holds eye contact for a while, and you see more and more of her teeth as her smile widens. But that expression drops in an instant. “But pants are cool as well. Anyway, how was your day?” You realize she wants you to say it. “Actually, I kind of, well, wanted to try, you know, wearing…one.” Her expression flips again. “A skirt?” Your blushing face serves as a confirmation. “That’s awesome! I’m so proud of you for admitting that!” She seems to be making more of a deal out of it than you did. “It means a lot that you trusted me enough to tell me. Come to my house and we can have some fun. Obviously make sure to shave your legs.” You promise to do as she asks, grateful for the help. Sadly, the bell inevitably rings, leaving the two of you to wave goodbye to each other. [[6-1e w Punish<-Continue]]

You find $Ash outside of your usual waiting spot before finding a somewhat secluded spot to chat. For a while you talk about little of note. $Ash does remind you how hot she found you wearing panties, but other than that, the hour is most notable for the makeout session it becomes, which is greatly teasing for your locked up penis. [[6-1e w Punish<-Continue]]

<<if $SkirtTask1 is 1>><<set $SkirtTask1 to 2>><</if>>\ <<if $SkirtTask2 is 1>><<set $SkirtTask2 to 2>><</if>>\ <<set $M to $M + 10>>\ Slowly opening the door to $Hannah ‘s room, you appease the anxious part of your mind that worried that your step sister was somehow in here. You glance at her underwear drawer, briefly considering repeating your prior degeneracy, though that was to impress $Ash , and this is to please your maniacal teacher. $Hannah ‘s large dresser is in front of the window, which isn’t ideal, but you nervously slide over to it and search the drawers anyway. Bras live in the top section, and blouses and some cute sweaters are beneath them. Jeans, pants and leggings are lower still. And at the bottom, there’s $Hannah ‘s collection of skirts. You don’t need to know a lot about women’s fashion to understand there’s a variety of styles. You’re very familiar with all the pencil skirts you regularly see her in on weekdays, but the much less modest skirts range from floral and somewhat family-friendly to down right slutty. You hold a few up, admiring them properly in the light. The ones you like get tossed on the bed. When you’ve gone through the drawer, you realize it’s been largely depleted, with most the clothes now laying on the sheets. A sigh exits your mouth. You don’t know which skirt to wear. [[Task Hannah Skit Maxi<-Try on a maxi skirt][$PantsUn to 1, $UniformUn to 1]] [[Task Hannah Skirt Pencil<-Squeeze into a pencil skirt][$PantsUn to 1, $UniformUn to 1]] [[Task Hannah Skirt Slutty<-Slip into a slutty number][$PantsUn to 1, $UniformUn to 1]] [[Task Hannah Skirt Steal<-Steal a neglected skirt]] <<return>>

<<set $L to $L + 1>>\ <<set $S to $S - 2>>\ Of all the items in the pile, the maxi skirts have the least representation, with only a couple collected on the bed. There’s an ugly black one with vertical pleats running all the way down. A red one catches your eye, but upon closer inspection, there’s an intentional split running well into the thigh area. Deciding that that style wouldn’t be that flattering on you, the last maxi skirt remaining is a pretty pink one, adorned with the print of flowers and petals placed periodically on the clothing. <<if $Outfit is 1>> You remove your pants to allow yourself to put it on.<</if>> With the waistband of the skirt hooked by your thumbs, you step into it, and pull it up your legs. While you expected to feel like a puritan wench, discouraged from showing much skin below the neck, you’re actually left feeling beautiful, and you compare yourself to a bride on her day of glory, covered in expensive material. That sensation is only reinforced when you start walking along the floor. The skirt reacts with your every motion, giving you a strange sense of power and importance. In any other style, you might feel conscious about the skin you're exposing, but this leg covering item leaves you feeling pretty from waist to ankle. It also helps that the skirt isn’t form fitting, which, from the outside, makes it seem like you don’t have a dick, making you look more like the feminine sight you imagined. You haven’t seen any of these maxi skirts wrapped around $Hannah ‘s legs, so you’ve probably worn this one more than her, something which you can’t help but laugh at. After posting your phone on a table across the room, you set the camera to a timer. The photos return a flattering view, showing off your body in the ray of sunlight. The minute hand has done a full lap of the clock before you decide to change back, returning to your plain clothes, which aren’t nearly as pretty. You fill your arms with $Hannah ‘s misplaced clothes, and return them to the drawer, before tidying them up with the aim that your crossdressing escapade goes unnoticed. //That’s the first part of Miss $Gray ‘s task done. Now I need to take the picture and leave it in a public place// [img[Images/Walking Flip Skirt G.gif]] [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $App to 0, $Bottom to 0]]

<<set $L to $L + 2>>\ <<set $Bottom to 0, $App to 0>>\ The most popular style in $Hannah ‘s wardrobe are the work friendly pencil skirts, and that is represented in the collection on the bed. They’re all professional and characterless in color, with dull blacks, maroons and purples. When you handle a couple of them more closely, you realize some of them have an intentional split at the back, likely for teasing $Hannah ‘s bosses, drawing their eyes up her legs, towards… [img[Images/Hannah Pencil Skirt.jpg]] With that thought in your head, you feel disinclined to pick one of those skirts, so you select an innocuous beige one.<<if $Outfit is 1>> You remove your pants to allow you to put it on.<</if>> You hook the waistband of the skirt with your thumbs and step into it. Surprisingly, you have to stretch it more than it wants to in order to pull it up your thighs, which isn’t helped by the frustrating lack of a zip. After a final tug, it rests on your hips. The first thing that your attention is drawn to is the shaping of your butt, which is intimately pressed against the material. Any viewers would see a tight ass begging to be smacked. In the full length mirror, you see that it helps to emphasize your hourglass shape. <<if $Hosiery is 1 and $CL[2] isnot 101>>Your hose help to give you the appearance of a secretary, at least on the lower half.<</if>> The mirror also helps you to see how obvious your penis is under the taut material.<<if $CC2 is 2 or $CC2 is 3>>Your chastity cage is apparent, and would draw even more attention than your butt would.<<else>>You're embarrassed to realize your cock is hard, and it is even more confusing that you’re only realizing it now.<</if>> You post your phone on a table across the room, and set the camera to a timer. The photos return a flattering view, showing off your body in the ray of sunlight. The minute hand has done a full lap of the clock before you decide to change back, returning to your plain clothes, which don’t do nearly as much to compliment your figure. After replacing the misplaced clothes and tidying them so that they appear natural, you flee, hoping your crossdressing escapade goes unnoticed. //That’s the first part of Miss $Gray ‘s task done. Now I need to take the picture and leave it in a public place// [img[Images/Walking Flip Skirt G.gif]] [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $App to 0, $Bottom to 0]]

<<set $L to $L + 3>>\ <<set $Bottom to 0, $App to 0>>\ You look at $Hannah ‘s collection of sultry skirts, which you mostly identify by them being short in length. Some of them are pleated, giving an easy view to the wearer’s undergarments. The tube skirts would have the same effect, depending on how far up it’s pulled. All of them could be easily lifted up, or dragged down, allowing for sex with minimal effort. You’re trying to select your favorite when your eyes get drawn to a tantalizingly short number: an imitation of an already sexy school skirt. Given who you’re doing this for, it makes sense to wear this one, or so you rationalize. <<if $Outfit is 1>> You remove your pants to allow you to put it on.<</if>> After hooking the waistband of the skirt with your thumbs, you step into it. Despite the lack of a zip, it slips on effortlessly. In the full length mirror, you see the lower half of a slut, a naughty school girl who feigns hatred for being punished, but internally lusting for it.<<if $Hosiery is 1 and $CL[2] isnot 101>> Your hosiery helps to add to the school girl aesthetic, but you strangely note that it would make access harder.<</if>> The skirt reacts to the tiniest swivel from you. In a test, you spin around aggressively, and you smile when you notice the skirt almost goes perpendicular. <<if $CL[1] isnot 101>>Your panties would be completely visible to everyone, but at least you could blame it on the wind. You try to forget that slutty thought.<</if>> <<if $Hosiery is 1 and $CL[2] isnot 101>>[img[Images/Hannah School Skirt.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/Hannah School Skirt No Hose.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $L gt 6 and $CC2 is 1>><<set $L to 0>><<set $S to $S + 3>>You’re so turned on by the hot image, even if you are lusting over your own legs. A hand slides down your skirt, and you begin stroking your confusingly hard cock. You don’t understand it, but you’re far too turned on to care. It’s at least an easy task thanks to the flowing garment. It’s a dangerous game of pleasuring yourself, while also restraining yourself from cumming, your apprehension stemming from spilling a drop on $Hannah ‘s skirt. While fighting this battle internally, you also recall Miss $Gray ‘s assignment. You post your phone on a table across the room, and set the camera to a timer. You release your grip on your cock so that when the timer goes off, the captured sight shows the bottom half of a sexy shemale, with an erection poking out beneath a slutty garment. Just as quickly as the shutter went off, you return to masturbating. Checking the picture sends you over the edge, unable to control yourself no more upon seeing the teasing shot. Jizz shoots out, flying everywhere. When the brief post nut bliss passes, you panic. Semen squirted over the floor, but even worse, on the skirt. You quickly try to take it off, but you curse yourself when you realize the cum is also layered on your hand and fingers, and you’re spreading it all over. Not wanting to mess up more of the room, the best improvisation you can come up with is wiping your hands against your legs. The lack of success, rather than making you look for an alternative, doubles your efforts. When it finally seems to work, you look at the stained carpet. You rub at it repeatedly, until it seems unnoticeable. By the time you’ve returned your attention to the skirt, it seems to have already dried, with large, dark circles painting inside of the clothing. You similarly keep rubbing at it though. Were it your own clothing, you likely wouldn’t care. Hell, you used your body as a cum rag, but you have no idea how $Hannah would react if she knew what you did. You hope you’ve done as much as you can, because you don’t want to stay in here for longer than necessary. But another idea hits you. You fill your arms with $Hannah ‘s misplaced clothes, and return them to the drawer, ensuring that you place the cum stained skirt at the bottom, before tidying them up with the hope that your crossdressing sexual escapade goes unnoticed. The minute hand has done a full lap of the clock by the time you’re done, and you’re glad to be leaving $Hannah ‘s bedroom, your phone in hand.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 1 and $L lt 7>>Your dick grows beneath the material of the skirt, but you try to ignore it, enjoying looking at yourself in the pretty outfit. Eventually, it goes away. You post your phone on a table across the room, and set the camera to a timer. The photos return a flattering view, showing off your legs in the skirt in the ray of sunlight. The minute hand has done a full lap of the clock before you decide to change back, returning to your plain clothes, which aren’t nearly as pretty. You fill your arms with $Hannah ‘s misplaced clothes, and return them to the drawer, before tidying them up with the aim that your crossdressing escapade goes unnoticed.\ <<elseif $CC2 gt 1>>You are sure your dick would be getting hard beneath the skirt, but the chastity cage precludes it. As much frustration as the cage has given you, it is helping to preserve the great view right now. It also helps that the skirt isn’t form fitting, which, from the outside, makes it seem like you don’t have a dick, making you look more like the picture of femininity you’re imagining. You post your phone on a table across the room, and set the camera to a timer. The photos return a flattering view, showing off your legs in the skirt in the ray of sunlight. The minute hand has done a full lap of the clock before you decide to change back, returning to your plain clothes, which aren’t nearly as pretty. You fill your arms with $Hannah ‘s misplaced clothes, and return them to the drawer, before tidying them up with the aim that your crossdressing escapade goes unnoticed.<</if>> //That’s the first part of Miss $Gray ‘s task done. Now I need to take the picture and leave it in a public place// [img[Images/Walking Flip Skirt G.gif]] [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $App to 0, $Bottom to 0]]

<<set $AshSkirtHelp to 2>>\ After walking the familiar path to $Ash ‘s house, she eagerly opens the door before you even get a chance to knock. “Hey $name !”She greets you inside before leading you upstairs. [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] “So, what are you waiting for?” She questions as soon as you enter her room. “Take those ugly pants off.” Dropping the foreplay, you do as she suggests, and your clothes quickly fall to the ground. $Ash takes a closer look at your legs.<<if $ShaveLegs gt 4 and $AshR lt 4>> ”Come on $name , I said you needed to shave your legs if you wanted to do this, and you come here looking like an ugly porcupine.” She encourages you to put your clothes back on, which precedes you leaving when you know the mood has been ruined. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs gt 4 and $AshR gt 3>><<set $ShaveLegs to 0>> ”Come on $name , I said you needed to shave your legs if you wanted to do this, and you come here looking like an ugly porcupine.” An exaggerated sigh exits her mouth. “Still, at least you showed up. Hmm…” She cuts herself off by grabbing your wrist and dragging you to her bathroom. After digging into a standing set of drawers, a pink razor and a can of shaving foam are planted in your open hands. She mutters something about how to set the temperature of the shower to an optimum level, but the words come out so fast it’s hard to keep up. “Well, get to it.” She walks out, closing the bathroom door behind her. It seems you have little choice but to shave your legs, so you strip completely and play with the very sensitive shower knobs. You try to find the elusive balance between arctic cold and Saharan hot, testing the water with a single finger. When you’re satisfied, you step in. Not wanting to annoy $Ash by taking too long, you try to rush through shaving. 20 minutes later, you realize that probably wasn’t a great idea. The razor burn is bad, and gets worse the closer you get to your crotch. You open the drawer $Ash opened to return the razor and cream, but inside you notice a long, thin tube of moisturizer. Your masculinity and desire to not have stinging thighs go to war, with the latter winning. You squirt a small drop on your finger before spreading it into your thigh. The immediate relief feels great, so you squeeze the tube further, and massage the hand full of liquid into both your legs. It negated the pain, but the red spots are still present. [img[Images/Shave Legs.jpg]] You use a towel to dry yourself, and not wanting to annoy her further, hurry back. “Next time, shave before you come.” $Ash suggests, with a hint of passive aggression. She moves over to her bed, grabbing something with her hand. [[Task Skirt Ash Help 2<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs lt 5>>”Beautifully smooth, such a sensitive feeling, isn’t it?” She moves over to her bed, grabbing something with her hand. [[Task Skirt Ash Help 2<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $A to 1>>\ You’re doing your best to find pantyhose that would fit you without acting like you’re comparing the size guide to yourself. A colorful table on the back of the packaging reveals that the size is based on both your height and waist size: an important detail to get right considering the sensitive sheerness of the nylons. When you’re satisfied, you turn around and step, only to collide with something. You fall to the floor, clutching your banging head with your two empty hands. You open your eyes to see a woman your own age, still standing, but leaning over, similarly grabbing her head. “I’m sorry about that” she claims, looking at you collapsed on the floor. She stretches a hand out to you, and helps pull you back up. “No, it’s my fault, I should have looked where I was going.” <<if $Weekend is 0 and $SU1 is 1>>The two of you hold eye contact for a moment, before your eyes slide down to each other’s clothes. You see her school blazer, not adorned with the expected Farrix crest, but incredibly surprisingly, the Morton logo - the school you were supposed to attend. “You go to Morton?” You eagerly inquire. “And you go to…Farrix?” You notice her eyes look at your own blazer crest. “This is…” you both start to begin, only to stop talking. You both smile. “This is really strange.” A point you agree with. “How did you end up going there?” “Well, it was originally a mix up, and I was only supposed to attend for a week, but, well, It’s kind of a long story.” “Wow, that’s so strange. The same thing happened to me!” “Really?” “Yeah, at first. I kept asking about why I wasn’t being transferred to Farrix, but in the end, I just gave up. My mother works for the company that Farrix and Morton answer to, but even she wasn’t sure.” “This is so strange. Do you think…it could be linked, me and you, both attending the wrong school?” “I…I don’t know, I had kind of accepted it until now, made sense of it, but this changes things. I’m assuming you weren’t told there was a girl at Morton.” You shake your head. “I’ll mention it to my mother, try and see what she knows.” “I’m $Alex, by the way.” “Oh right, I’m $name .” “Well, it was nice to meet you $name . Maybe we’ll run into each other again.” You smile at each other as she walks out the store. You’re so perplexed that you’re about to walk out too, before remembering what you came in here for. You find the pantyhose you picked out laying on the floor, which you take to the counter and pay for. Rather than the normal embarrassment, you’re too busy thinking about $Alex, and if there’s more going on here than what you believed 5 minutes ago.\ <<elseif $Weekend is 0 and $SU1 is 0>>The two of you hold eye contact for a moment. “Wait. I’ve not seen you around. You go to Morton right?” “Well, actually no, I go to Farrix. Don’t you? I’m surprised you haven’t noticed me.” “I go to Morton.” You notice her eyes show as much confusion as you're feeling. “You go to Morton?” You eagerly inquire. “How did you end up going to Farrix?” “Well, it was originally a mix up, and I was only supposed to attend for a week, but, well, It’s kind of a long story.” “Wow, that’s so strange. The same thing happened to me!” “Really?” “Yeah, at first. I kept asking about why I wasn’t being transferred to Farrix, but in the end, I just gave up. My mother works for the company that Farrix and Morton answer to, but even she wasn’t sure.” “This is so strange. Do you think…it could be linked, me and you, both attending the wrong school?” “I…I don’t know, I had kind of accepted it until now, made sense of it, but this changes things. I’m assuming you weren’t told there was a girl at Morton.” You shake your head. “I’ll mention it to my mother, try and see what she knows.” “I’m $Alex, by the way.” “Oh right, I’m $name .” “Well, it was nice to meet you $name . Maybe we’ll run into each other again.” You smile at each other as she walks out the store. You’re so perplexed that you’re about to walk out too, before remembering what you came here for. You find the pantyhose you picked out laying on the floor, which you take to the counter and pay for. Rather than the normal embarrassment, you’re too busy thinking about $Alex, and if there’s more going on here than what you believed 5 minutes ago.\ <<elseif $Weekend is 1>>The two of you hold eye contact for a moment, before your eyes slide down to each other’s clothes. You see her school blazer, not adorned with the expected Farrix crest, but incredibly surprisingly, the Morton logo - the school you were supposed to attend. “You go to Morton?” You eagerly inquire. “And you go to…Farrix?” You notice her eyes look at your own blazer crest. “This is…” you both begin, only to stop talking. You both smile. “This is really strange.” A point you agree with. “How did you end up going there?” “Well, it was originally a mix up, and I was only supposed to attend for a week, but, well, It’s kind of a long story.” “Wow, that’s so strange. The same thing happened to me!” “Really?” “Yeah, at first. I kept asking about why I wasn’t being transferred to Farrix, but in the end, I just gave up. My mother works for the company that Farrix and Morton answer to, but even she wasn’t sure.” “This is so strange. Do you think…it could be linked, me and you, both attending the wrong school?” “I…I don’t know, I had kind of accepted it until now, made sense of it, but this changes things. I’m assuming you weren’t told there was a girl at Morton.” You shake your head. “I’ll mention it to my mother, try and see what she knows.” “I’m $Alex, by the way.” “Oh right, I’m $name .” “Well, it was nice to meet you $name . Maybe we’ll run into each other again.” You smile at each other as she walks out the store. You’re so perplexed that you’re about to walk out too, before remembering what you came here for. You find the pantyhose you picked out laying on the floor, which you take to the counter and pay for. Rather than the normal embarrassment, you’re too busy thinking about $Alex, and if there’s more going on here than what you believed 5 minutes ago.<</if>> [[Meet Alex name<-Continue][$M to $M + 30]]

<<if $SkirtTask1 is 1>><<set $SkirtTask1 to 2>><</if>>\ <<if $SkirtTask2 is 1>><<set $SkirtTask2 to 2>><</if>>\ <<set $W6A2 to 1>> [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] “Now that I know you’re serious about doing this, let’s get started.” She moves closer to you, her hand grasped behind her back “and I thought it would be really cute, if you would wear this.” Her hand moves into your view, unveiling a skirt - her school skirt. “You seemed to be a fan of it.” You’d never thought she would suggest this. Not that the skirt is overtly girly, though it is short, but based upon how much you check people out at Farrix who wear the same style of skirt, it will be particularly humiliating. Miss $Gray would probably even recognise it as being a school skirt, and connect the dots that a friend helped you. [img[Images/P - Uniform 2.jpg]]]] You step into the skirt before gently pulling it up your delicate legs, which teases your skin as it slides up, before resting comfortably on your hips. It feels like it was made for you, which makes sense, given your and $Ash ‘s similar size. She stands back, observing you from afar. “Hmm….it is nice, but it doesn’t match.” You see her tilt her head “I know! Take that off” her hand motions to your chest area. She spins around and heads to her drawer while you disrobe the top half of your body. She returns with a blouse - the same style as the one she’s wearing now, and the same one worn by all students at Farrix. There’s an inordinate collar resting in the center, and there’s much more color in it than would ever be in a man’s shirt. You wrestle your arms into the blouse, until you’re left entirely in girl’s clothes. You hand $Ash your phone, asking her to take a picture. The shot she returns is surprising. When you ignore the face, the rest looks like a cute girl, returning home from a day of school. $Ash was right, the blouse helps seal the deal, while the lack of shoes helps to give a delicate aura. [img[Images/Walking Flip Skirt G.gif]] “You do look cute, well at least from the face down. If we were to do this right though, we wo…” she notices the time, and you can see she’s caught off guard. “Damn, this was fun, but it’s getting kind of late.” You pick up on the hint, and remove $Ash ‘s clothes, before putting on your own. Your pants feel rougher, and it feels like a shame to not be able to show off your legs after the effort put in to ensure their beauty. $Ash walks you to the front door, where she embraces you in a hug. “Like I said before, it’s awesome that you wanted to do this.” She pulls away and the two of you say goodbye. //That’s the first part of Miss $Gray ‘s task done. Now I need to take the picture and leave it in a public place// [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $L to $L + 1]]

<<if $SkirtTask1 is 1>><<set $SkirtTask1 to 2>><</if>>\ <<if $SkirtTask2 is 1>><<set $SkirtTask2 to 2>><</if>>\ [img[Images/Denim.jpg]] Wandering around the store, you try and work up the confidence to approach the women’s section. You eye the changing area: a separate hallway with several booths. There’s a woman at a standing desk checking the items people bring in, to ensure no items are stolen. Looking at your surroundings, you hatch a plan. You pick up two pairs of men’s jeans, not caring to even check the sizing, or the price. They remain neatly folded, resting on your lesser arm. Then, you go over to the women’s section, where you try and locate the skirts. When you do, you act as confused as possible, hoping that people believe you to be lost, or looking for a feminine present. But when people aren’t looking, you inspect the denim items. Spotting a skirt your own size, you swiftly pick it up and sandwich it between the duo of jeans you’re already carrying. //That’s part one of the plan done. Now for the next// You approach the woman guarding the changing stalls, hoping your smile hides your nerves. “How many?” A defeated voice questions. “Huh?” She looks up from her desk to dully gaze at you. “How many items are you taking into the changing room?” “Oh, three.” She takes a look at the collection of denim resting on your arm, and briefly scribbles something down on a spreadsheet. Your nerves ease when she gives you a smile, evidently satisfied with your answer. You walk into this alien part of the shop to see a split in directions. The left, with blue walls, and the right, with pink. Instinctively, you head to the left and park yourself in an unoccupied stall, closing the door behind you, before breathing a deep sigh of relief. Your nefarious plan worked. Your shoes and pants are stripped off and placed down on the embedded chair. The two jeans you picked up from the men’s section get neglected and are similarly dumped aside; it’s the skirt that you come here for. The zipper is like that of an ordinary pair of jeans, so you drag it down and step into the waistband. You then grip the belt loops with your thumbs and pull the skirt up. It takes a heavy tug, but it eventually rests on your hips. It’s tight, but you figure that’s how the stiff tube style is supposed to fit. You brace yourself and turn around in order to see yourself in the full length mirror. <<if $Tights is 1>><<set $L to $L + 2>>Your tights have a nice synergy with the similarly thick skirt. It gives a business casual look that would be appropriate all year round.\ <<elseif $Pantyhose is 1>><<set $L to $L + 2>>Your sheer pantyhose radiate a flirty look, contrasting with the thick denim skirt. It’s a sexy look that wouldn’t be out of place on a date.\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $ShaveLegs lt 5>><<set $L to $L + 2>>Your smooth legs give a casual look that contrasts with the thick denim skirt. Your lack of hosiery with the short skirt seems quite flirty, and even quite risky.\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $ShaveLegs lt 7>><<set $L to $L - 1>>While the skirt looks nice alone, your legs, with their noticeable stubble, look out of place. They wouldn’t be noticeable from afar, but up close, they undeniably tarnish what would otherwise be a great look.\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $ShaveLegs gt 6>><<set $L to $L - 2>>The first thing you notice is the hairy legs in front of you, which are a complete mismatch with the short skirt. You recall things you’ve overheard women talking about, like tights helping to hide an apathetic shaving routine.<</if>> You take a picture of yourself in the mirror, which returns a pretty shot that, from the face down, looks like a woman. A smile grows across your face, and you feel like taking a few more pictures in the mirror, which allows you to test out a variety of poses and facial expressions. When you eventually decide you’re done, you unzip the skirt and plant it on the pile of clothes. “Are you alright in there?” The familiar voice of the woman worker asks. In the hallway of several stalls, you’re not sure if she’s talking to you. Footsteps echo outside, coming closer. A hand plants itself on the floor, trespassing under the bottom gap in the door, like someone’s resting for balance. “Are you okay?” The voice repeats, much lower to the ground. //Shit. Is she checking under the door?// “Yeah, I’m good!” You yell, suspiciously fast. <<if $Pantyhose is 1>><<set $S to $S + 2>>\ \ //Can she see my feet? She would know I’m wearing pantyhose! This is so embarrassing!//\ <<elseif $Tights is 1>><<set $S to $S + 1>>\ \ //Can she see my feet? If she can see past my ankles, she’ll know I’m wearing nylons!//<</if>> “Alright then” she responds, the footsteps returning the way they came. You take a moment to recover, but wary of arousing further suspicion, figure you should just get out of here as fast as possible. After putting on your pants and shoes, you grab the denim you brought in and head through the stall door. You’re unsure if you should interact with the woman who interrupted you or not. In the end, you smile in her direction, but that confidence is juxtaposed by a gaze locked with the ground. Neither of you communicate, so you’ll forever be unsure what she thought. You briskly walk through the store, planting all 3 pieces of denim on a random shelf on your way out. //That’s the first part of Miss $Gray ‘s task done. Now I need to take the picture and leave it in a public place// [img[Images/Walking Flip Skirt G.gif]] [[Mall<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<if $SkirtTask1 is 2>><<set $SkirtTask1 to 3>><</if>>\ <<if $SkirtTask2 is 2>><<set $SkirtTask2 to 3>><</if>>\ [img[Images/Mall event.jpg]] With your printed picture in your back pocket, you nervously linger around the mall, considering how to proceed with Miss $Gray ‘s task. Leaving it somewhere is likely the best idea. With so many people, it will be the easiest way to “lose” it without anyone seeing who dropped it. You rest on a bench, and when you’re finally ready, slyly slide the image onto the bench as you stand up when there’s a small break in foot traffic. An inconspicuous look over your shoulder confirms the photo was successfully abandoned on the wooden panels of the bench. Leaning against a nearby wall, you take a picture of the task having been completed, when a group of several young women wander close by, leering at a jewelry store. “You’re sure this one will have something nice?” “I’m telling you, this is where my ex got our engagement rings. You know, the one with all the money? So yeah, they have nice stuff.” “Right, and did you ever give that ring back?” A cackle of a laugh serves as an answer. “Whatever, at least go have a look.” Another voice chimes in. “Well you two can, but we’re exhausted.” You spy two of the women going into the well-lit store, the remaining ladies stay behind, and move to sit down on the bench you were just at. “Hey, what’s this?” Your camera clicks as a manicured hand holds up the picture. “Look, some girl left her picture behind.” “That’s such a weird shot though, why would you get a selfie like that printed out, and with the face missing?” “Well, maybe it’s not a girl, maybe it’s some perv who gets off on leaving pictures off himself in public!” You start slowly backing up. “You really think someone would do that?” “Sure. They could even be watching right now, getting off on us laughing about it.” Cries of disgust follow, but you put your head down and speed up going in the opposite direction. The shrieks get replaced by jovial laughter. “You really are gullible. No one’s that creepy.” “I don’t know, the other day, my friend said she s…” The voices fade as you get further away, heading to a less embarrassing part of the mall. [[Mall<-Continue][$M to $M + 30, $S to $S + 1]]

New friend's name: <<textbox "$Alex" "Alex">> [[Mall<-Continue]]

<<set $PantyhoseTask to 7>>\ <<if $CC2 is 2>><<set $CC2 to 3>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 1>><<set $GrayChastityFail to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $W7H1 is 1>><<set $W7H1 to 2, $HAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W7H2 is 1>><<set $W7H2 to 2, $HAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W7H3 is 1>><<set $W7H3 to 2, $HAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $AshMad is 1>><<set $W7A3 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ \ Before you walk to Farrix, you ensure your chastity cage is locked. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] As per Miss $Gray 's new instructions, you enter her room prior to your lesson, so that she can give you an inspection. She’s already at her desk, typing away at the computer. "Nice to see you can sometimes follow rules" she says as she comes out from behind her desk, and you approach. "Now, show me you can follow the rest." [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] As requested, you unzip your pants. <<if $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>>Miss $Gray plays with the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. She smiles at seeing your panties complimenting the hosiery. "Panties and tights, just as requested. Thank you, $name ."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>"No hosiery, $name? Did you get a run in them? Maybe you should start carrying a spare." Miss $Gray then inspects your underwear. "At least you have a pair of pretty panties."\ <<elseif $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>Miss $Gray pulls at the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. "Boxers, $name , really? They’re so inappropriate underneath hosiery, and uncomfortable too, I imagine. You continue to disappoint me."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 2>>"What's this? Did you forget what school you're attending?" She sighs at your lack of hosiery and panties.<</if>> <<if $CC2 is 4>><<set $EscapeChastity to 13>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. Unfortunately for your future, it isnot, and Miss $Gray quickly does the math. “I never gave you the key.” She stares you dead in the face, as though she were trying to turn you to stone, and boy does that sound preferable right now. “How on earth could that have happened?” She sarcastically remarks, allowing your fear to reach even greater heights. Undoubtedly she knows you connived your way out. “Did it just fall off?” “Well?” Your chin sinks to your chest. There’s not enough courage in the world to let you fight this battle. You simply remain silent, which makes you compare yourself to a child hiding in the sheets to protect themselves from a monster, except in this instance, the monster is very much real. “I hope you have the imagination to come up with a good excuse by lunch, because I need to think of an appropriate punishment for this.”\ <<elseif $GrayChastityFail is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated. “Poor sissy. All locked up with no way to get your key until next week. Don’t bother crying, it’ll just make me laugh.” <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”Thanks to that urethral tube, I’m sure you’ll have an extra uncomfortable time whenever you attempt to get hard, but why don’t you try anyway? It’s so fun to watch you squirm.”\ <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”I shouldn’t have to check, but since you were such a naughty sissy, I still will.” She teases the head of your cock through the slit in the chastity cage. Just the touch of her fingernail leaves you wanting to beg for freedom. ”Sadly, I’ve still decided when I’ll let you earn that key back. Oh well.”\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 or $CC2 is 2>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 1>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1, $GrayChastityFail to 1, $GrayChastiyFailCount to $GrayChastityFailCount + 1, $CC2 to 3>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear. Glaring at your unrestrained penis, she quickly becomes irate. “You ungrateful waste of space. I show you immense kindness by giving you the key to your clitty cage, and you repay my generosity by neglecting the thirty seconds it would take to lock it back up. Such disobedience is more than deserving of a punishment, but a detention wouldn’t be even close to what you deserve. In fact, to teach you the importance of locking yourself back up, I think the only suitable consequence is for you to go a while with no access to your little disgrace.” Searching behind her desk, she retrieves another chastity cage, identical to the one you were supposed to wear today. With a grip over your balls that threatens to castrate you, she installs the new device with the efficiency of an expert Rubik’s cube solver. “No matter what you do, you’re not getting this key back until next Monday. I’m sure some time locked away will teach you proper manners, but if it doesn’t, I can always be stricter.”<</if>> <<if $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs gt 6>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>Miss $Gray looks at your legs. "Really? How could you let your legs grow this disgusting? Be sure to shave them and they'll look and feel much better." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 3>>Miss $Gray lightly strokes your leg. "Don't you just love the feeling of freshly shaven legs? So smooth, so feminine. Keep it up."\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 7 and $ShaveLegs gt 2>>Miss $Gray admires your legs. "Smooth, be sure to keep it up." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 1 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>"And don't think that I hadn't noticed that you haven't shaved your legs yet. It will make your hosiery feel much more pleasant." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 2>><<set $OrderToShave to 4>>"And don't think I didn't notice your shaven legs" she remarks, stroking your smooth skin. "Don't they make your legs feel much more womanly? I doubt you will need to complain about your hosiery ever again." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 3>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR + 1, $OrderToShave to 4>>"Are those what I think they are?" She asks, stroking your shaven legs. "How smooth. Don't they make your legs feel so womanly, so feminine? I'm so proud of you, doing this without any encouragement. Since everyone else at Farrix shaves their legs regularly, I see no reason why shouldn't have to from now on, though I doubt you will complain at that." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<else>>She then lets you dress yourself again.<</if>> <<if $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] is 3>> Miss $Gray admires your flats. "Such cute shoes, $name . Make sure to keep wearing them."\ <<elseif $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] isnot 3>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>> "I'm sure you would much prefer to be wearing a pair of cute flats, so where are they?"<</if>>\ <<if $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 1>> \ Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. "Nice to see you can remember this" she taunts, pressing down on the butt plug inside you. "I'm sure it will be harder for you to daydream in class when you have this constantly reminding you of its presence."\ <<elseif $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1, $TimesSpanked to $TimesSpanked + 1>> Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. The silent room is quickly filled with a shriek from you as her hand slaps your butt cheeks. "I thought I made it clear that you will wear a butt plug from now on." Several more times you cry out as her hand hits you.<</if>><<if $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 1>> She cups her hand gently against your chest, confirming the sports bra underneath your shirt. "Do you like someone feeling your breasts?" She laughs at the uncomfortable expression that your face curls into.\ <<elseif $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>> She presses her hand against your chest. When she senses that there’s no bra beneath your shirt, she looks disappointed.<</if>> <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>"It is extremely disappointing that you can't follow the most basic of instructions $name . Come here at lunch for your punishment."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -1>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<else>>“Your behavior has been better as of late. Keep it up.”<</if>> <<if $PJTask is 0>><<set $PJTask to 1>>“I’ve decided your evolving wardrobe needs to be reflected every second of the day. You seem to have adapted to my demands when it’s time to study, but when you go to sleep at night, it’s important to sleep well. One of the best ways to do that is quality sleepwear, which I suspect you’re lacking. So get some women’s pyjamas. They’re much softer than what you’re used to, but choose a style that speaks to you. Naturally, I’ll need evidence, so take a picture of you wearing it.” Powerless to disagree, you prepare for your lesson.\ <<elseif $PJTask is 1>><<set $PJTask to 2>>”Don’t forget to get yourself some new sleepwear.”\ <<elseif $PJTask is 2>><<set $PJTask to 3>>”This is your last chance, $name . New sleepwear will make you feel great, even when you’re asleep.”\ <<elseif $PJTask is 3>><<set $GrayPunish to 1, $Fem to 30, $PJTask to 10>>”So you didn’t feel like completing my task? Was it that you lacked the confidence? Or did you just want to irritate me? Regardless, I expected resistance to my help, so I’m prepared. Make sure to come see me once the school day is over, and certainly not for your key.” She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for your lesson to commence.\ <<elseif $PJTask is 10>><<set $Fem to 30, $GrayR to $GrayR + 1>>You load up the humiliating image on your phone. No matter how many times you look back on the picture of you adorned in your new nightwear, it still looks bizarre. “Not quite the style I would have anticipated from you, but you’ve still passed my test with flying colors. Great job $name . Please be sure to keep it up in the future.” The sight of Miss $Gray smiling is a rarity, but you feel you’ve earned it. She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for your lesson to commence.<</if>> [[7-1b<-Continue]]

[[Sleep<-Return]] [[DS1<-1. ?????]] trapped in school-relationship with ash turned into baby with jen sciency teacher to gray in a brothel

Claire smiles at you, perhaps the only person in here she actually likes, though she'd never admit it. Aside from encouraging you, she’s doing her best to keep everyone here, all so that your task might be easier. <<if $SC1 is 0>>[[SC1<-Councilor trying to take a selfie]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC1 is 1>>[[SC1<-Sally]] - In the middle\ <<elseif $SC1 is 10>>[[SC1<-Sally]] - With you\ <<elseif $SC1 is 2>>[[SC1<-Sally]]-Against you<</if>> \ <<if $SC2 is 0>>[[SC2<-Councilor]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC2 is 1>>[[SC2<-Megan]] - In the middle\ <<elseif $SC2 is 10>>[[SC2<-Megan]] - With you<</if>> \ <<if $SC3 is 0>>[[SC3<-2 councilors talking]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC3 is 1>>[[SC3<-Danni and Daphne]] - In the middle\ <<elseif $SC3 is 10>>[[SC3<-Danni and Daphne]] - With you\ <<elseif $SC3 is 3>>[[SC3<-Danni and Daphne]] - Against you<</if>> \ <<if visited("SC4") and $FABDL is 0>>[[SC4<-Bea]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC4 is 0>>[[SC4<-Councilor]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC4 is 1>>[[SC4<-Bea]] - In the middle\ <<elseif $SC4 is 2>>[[SC4<-Bea]] - In the middle\ <<elseif $SC4 is 10>>[[SC4<-Bea]] - With you\ <<elseif $SC4 is 9>>[[SC4<-Bea]] - Against you<</if>> \ <<if $SC5 is 0>>[[SC5<-Councilor]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC5 is 10 or $SC5 is 9>>[[SC5<-Felicity]] - With you\ <<elseif $SC5 is 1>>[[SC5<-Felicity]] - In the middle<</if>> \ <<if $SC6 is 0>>[[SC6<-Councilor]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC6 is 1>>[[SC6<-Samantha]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC6 is 2>>[[SC6<-Samantha]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC6 is 6>>[[SC6<-New councilor]] - In the middle\ <<elseif $SC6 is 10>>[[SC6<-Alyssa]] - With you<</if>> \ <<if $SC7 is 0>>[[SC7<-Councilor welcoming people]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC7 lt 9>>[[SC7<-Jessica]] - In the middle\ <<elseif $SC7 gt 8>>[[SC7<-Jessica]] - With you<</if>> \ <<if $SC8 is 0>>[[SC8<-Councilor sitting by herself]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC8 is 1>>[[SC8<-Councilor sitting by herself]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC8 gt 8>>[[SC8<-Kylie]] - With you\ <<elseif $SC8 is 4>>[[SC8<-Kylie]] - Against you<</if>> \ <<if $SC9 is 0>>[[SC9<-Councilor with heavy eyeliner]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC9 is 1 or $SC9 is 2>>[[SC9<-Lilith]] - In the middle\ <<elseif $SC9 is 10>>[[SC9<-Lilith]] - With you<</if>> \ <<if $SC10 is 0>>[[SC10<-Councilor]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC10 is 1>>[[SC10<-Cassie]] - In the middle\ <<elseif $SC10 is 2>>[[SC10<-Cassie]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC10 is 10>>[[SC10<-Cassie]] - With you<</if>> \ <<if $SC11 is 0>>[[SC11<-Councilor]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC11 gte 1>>[[SC11<-Miranda]] - In the middle\ <<elseif $SC11 is 20>>[[SC11<-Miranda]] - With you\<</if>> \ <<if $SC12 is 0>>[[SC12<-Councilor]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC12 is 1>>[[SC12<-Liara]] - In the middle\ <<elseif $SC12 is 10>>[[SC12<-Liara]] - With you\ <<elseif $SC12 is 9>>[[SC12<-Liara]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC12 is 8>>[[SC12<-Liara]] - Against you<</if>> \ <<if $SC13 is 0>>[[SC13<-Councilor]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC13 is 10>>[[SC13<-Zoe]] - With you\ <<elseif $SC13 is 9>>[[SC13<-Zoe]] - Against you<</if>> \ <<if $SC14 is 0>>[[SC14<-Councilor]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC14 is 1>>[[SC14<-Kate]] - In the middle\ <<elseif $SC14 is 2>>[[SC14<-Councilor]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC14 is 10>>[[SC14<-Kate]] - With you<</if>> \ <<if $SC15 is 0>>[[SC15<-Councilor]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC15 is 1>>[[SC15<-Shauna]] - In the middle\ <<elseif $SC15 is 10>>[[SC15<-Shauna]] - With you<</if>> \ <<if $SC16 is 0>>[[SC16<-Councilor]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC16 is 1>>[[SC16<-Leah]] - In the middle\ <<elseif $SC16 is 9>>[[SC16<-Leah]] - With you\ <<elseif $SC16 is 10>>[[SC16<-Leah]] - With you<</if>> \ <<if $SC17 is 0>>[[SC17<-Councilor]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC17 is 1>>[[SC17<-Ail]] - In the middle\ <<elseif $SC17 is 2>>[[SC17<-Ail]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC17 is 8>>[[SC17<-Ail]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC17 is 10>>[[SC17<-Ail]] - With you<</if>> \ <<if $SC18 is 0>>[[SC18<-Councilor]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC18 is 1>>[[SC18<-August]] - Against you\ <<elseif $SC18 is 10>>[[SC18<-August]] - With you<</if>>

<<set $M to $M + 20>>\ <<if $SC1 is 0>><<set $SC1 to 1>>You approach the councilor. She isn’t paying much attention to you, her phone still taking pictures. “I don’t know, what do you think?” She lets you see some of the images she’s taken as you walk next to her. “Hav…” “I don’t know if it’s the filter, but it’s just not popping. I’m starting to think the student council isn’t the best club to join for pictures.” “Could it b…” “Of course, that’s it! It’s this uniform; it’s these dull clothes. I’ll tell you what: you’re the new girl, right? I’ll sign whatever thing you’re trying to do, as long as you come shopping with me. I need a second opinion, and I can’t trust my friends to be honest with me. Meet me at the mall sometime.” Her insistence on monologuing leaves you flustered, but you agree. “Oh by the way, I’m Sally.” “Hi, I’m $name .“ She’s already stopped paying attention to you, her eyes locked once more to her phone.\ <<elseif $SC1>>”Hey Sally” you greet her as you walk up beside her. “Oh, hey…umm…so how are you?” You make idle chit-chat for a while, or at least you try to. She seems much more interested in trying to take pictures of herself. You’re about to walk away when she reminds you to meet her at the mall.\ <<elseif $SC1 is 2>>“Get lost, creep!” Sally roars as you approach her, though she doesn’t even have to look away from her phone to know it’s you. “You’re lucky Claire convinced me to not tell everyone what you did, otherwise I’d be screaming it from the rooftops.” Part of you wants to protest, but you know what you did was indefensible. Not only did you do something incredibly perverted, but it cost you the vote of a councilor, which means that’s a seal of approval you’ll have to make up someplace else.\ <<elseif $SC1 is 10>>”Hey Sally” you greet her as you walk up beside her. “Hey…$name ! Thanks again for helping me out at the mall, it was really cool of you. Like I said, whatever you want me to put my name on, just let me know.” You take a while longer talking with her. When you’re about to leave, she stops you. “Hey” you turn around in response. “Smile!” She takes a picture of the two of you, a wide smile from her, and a surprised expression from you<</if>> <<if $H is 17 or $M is 60>>[[SC Day End<-Return]]<<else>>[[SC<-Return]]<</if>>

<<if $SC2 is 0>><<set $SC2 to 1>><<set $M to $M + 20>>You approach the councilor. Even when you’re standing next to her, she seems more interested in having conversations with other people. “Can I help you?” She asks in a way that’s more discouraging than friendly. “Actually, I’m new here. I was hoping to talk to you about…” “Listen, I really don’t care. I had to join after this stupid school changed it’s stupid rules about these stupid clubs.” “So there’s nothing I can do to get your help?” She pauses for a brief moment before replying. “Well, maybe if there was something in it for me.” “I’m sure you’d find my proposal to be quite beneficial…” “No, not anything like that.” She sighs. “I mean something I actually care about. Like jewelry, or a nice dress. Then again, you don’t seem to have nice tastes.” Her judgmental eyes stare you up and down. “So just give me, say…50$, and I’ll do whatever.” You try to talk a little more, only learning that her name is Megan.\ \ \ <<elseif $SC2 is 1 and $I gt 49>><<set $M to $M + 20>>You smile at Megan, who’s disinterested as ever. You make small talk for a while, but she cuts you off. “So, have you got that gift for me?” [[SC2<-Give her the money][$I to $I - 50, $SC2 to 9]] [[SC2<-Return]]\ <<elseif $SC2 is 1 and $I lt 50>><<set $M to $M + 20>>You smile at Megan, who’s disinterested as ever. You make small talk for a while, but she cuts you off “so, have you got that gift for me?” Shrugging your shoulders, she immediately understands that you don’t rolling her eyes in response. “Then get out of my sight.” [[SC2<-Return]]\ <<elseif $SC2 is 10>><<set $M to $M + 20>>You approach Megan, who smiles upon recognising you. “Hey, $name . Still trying to round up them votes, huh?” You laugh, now thankful for her relatively simple demand. After discussing little of note for a while more, like what she spent the money on, you leave to talk to the other councilors. [[SC2<-Return]]\ <<elseif $SC2 is 9>><<set $SC2 to 10>>You take the money from your pocket, doing your best to be subtle. It may be transparently corrupt, but when there’s people like Megan here, there’s little other choice. “Awesome! I don’t know what you’re trying to get done, but I’ll agree with whatever you want." You make idle chit-chat for a while, which actually goes surprisingly well.<</if>> <<if $M is 0 and $SC2 is 0 or $M is 60 and $SC2 is 0>>[[SC Day End<-Return]]\ <<elseif $SC2 is 1 and $I gt 49 and $M is 60 or $SC2 is 1 and $I gt 49 and $M is 0>>[[SC2<-Pay her][$I to $I - 50, $SC2 to 9]] [[SC Day End<-Return]]\ <<elseif $SC2 is 1 and $M is 60 or $SC2 is 1 and $M is 0>>You can't afford to pay her [[SC Day End<-Return]]\ <<elseif $M is 60 or $M is 0>>[[SC Day End<-Return]]\ \ <<elseif $SC2 is 0>>[[SC<-Return][$SC2 to 1]]\ <<elseif $SC2 is 1 and $I gt 49>>[[SC2<-Pay her][$I to $I - 50, $SC2 to 9]] [[SC<-Return]]\ <<elseif $SC2 is 1>>You can't afford to pay her [[SC<-Return]]\ <<else>>[[SC<-Return]]<</if>>

<<set $M to $M + 20>>\ <<if $SC3 is 0>><<set $SC3 to 1>>You approach the two girls who are talking. They’re stood closer to each other than the rest, discussing much more casual things than changing the school’s policies., like what underwear they're planning on wearing for a future date. “Hey, you’re the new girl, right?” “Yes, my name’s $name . I’m trying to pass something, would you like to tal…” “You can tell she’s new, can’t you?” One of the girls asks the other. “Definitely. Small piece of advice, try to get to know people before you get to business.” “Oh, right. So, how are both of you?” They start laughing again at your attempt at conversation. “Well, there’s also something to be said for subtlety." She slaps the arm of the other girl. "That reminds me of the time we tried to set your brother up with Kate." “And I was just starting to forget about that." She sighs, also laughing. "Hey, we should try that double date again. $name , are you in?" "I swear, her brother is lovely, just a little...unsubtle, shall we say, when it comes to making advances. And don't worry if you already have a boyfriend - it's not like you'd have to have sex." "I don't think cheating needs to be physical." They look at you with bored eyes that seem insulted. "Whatever. Listen, if you want our votes for your little proposal thing, then you let us know when you're free." "On a weekend, of course." "Who can be assed with a double date on a school day?" You didn’t get a single word out about your proposal, but a date would give you a chance to become closer. You're just about to slowly back up, until they eye you once more. "By the way, I'm Danni", "and I'm Daphne."\ <<elseif $SC3 is 1>>“Hey, there she is!” Danni shouts, seeing your approach. “We’re still looking forward to that double date.” “And so is my brother. He was already drooling when I mentioned I met someone he might like.” “Augh, he really has no chance if we don’t set him up with someone, huh?” “You ain’t kidding. I swear, he was somehow worse when he was younger.” Danni turns to you. “I shit you not, this nerd pissed himself when a girl gave him a Valentine’s Day card.” Sensing that might discourage you from a date, Daphne steps in. “But he’s so much more mature now.” “Oh, for sure. Ever since we threw away all his little “WarSword” figures, he’s been so much busier trying to get a job. Mainly so he can afford to pay for new figures, but still.”\ <<elseif $SC3 is 10>>“There’s my favorite councilor!” Danni screams, witnessing you approach. “You mean I’m not your favorite?” Daphne, feigning a broken heart, inquires. “Have you been on a date with my brother?” “Well, it was a double date, so kind of.” Danni shakes her head. “$name , thanks big time for doing me that favor. My brother actually came out of his cave to go on that date, and he’s even asked if I have any other friends to set him up with.” “Suffice to say, if your still pushing that proposal of yours, we’re in.” The discussion continues a while longer. It seems going on a date with you was the push Dillon needed to turn his life around, even if he is only in the early stages of such a venture. Showering more often will lead to a better look, and that means more confidence, and before you know it, women will be the ones lusting after him. //Hopefully//<</if>> <<if $H is 17 or $M is 60>>[[SC Day End<-Return]]<<else>>[[SC<-Return]]<</if>>

<<set $M to $M + 20>>\ <<if $SC4 is 0 and $FABDL is 1>><<set $SC4 to 1>>You approach the councilor. “Hey, I’m $name . Do you think I could talk to you about my proposal?” She looks a little distracted, but responds kindly. “Sure, I’m Bea. What exactly is your proposal?” “Well, i…” A loud ping from her phone blares out, which her attention quickly switches to. “Shit. Is everyone so unreliable?” “What’s the matter ?” “I had…hired someone to look after my girlfriend so I can go out with my friends, but he just canceled.” She sighs, desperately searching for a replacement in her phonebook. “Your girlfriend needs someone to look after him?” “She has some…unique requirements.” “Oh.” Not knowing the circumstances, it might be rude to inquire more to a total stranger. Still, it’s not hard to sense the opportunity that’s presenting itself. “Well, if you need someone to look after her for one night, I’d be happy to do it for you.” “You would?” She turns off her phone, though her face is still lit up. “You’d be my star if you would! But I’m guessing you’d want something in return, right?” “About my proposal…” “Sure! Whatever it’s about, I’ll vote for it, no problem. You can count on me!” You exchange contact information. “Just drop by on a Friday night at some point. Friday is always the best day for partying, as far as I’m concerned.” It’d be hard to remove her smile right now, and you’re much the shame. A few hours of work on a friday night is a small price tag for a vote.\ <<elseif $SC4 is 0>>You approach the councilor. “Hey, I’m $name . Do you think I could talk to you about my proposal?” She sighs, but takes the time to look away from her phone to address you directly. “$name , I’ll be straight with you. I’m currently busy trying to talk to my girlfriend, and there’s not a single thing you could offer me. So no, I’m not going to talk with you about your proposal.” “Are you sure we can’t discuss it for even a mi…” Her attention has already switched back to her phone.\ <<elseif $SC4 is 1>>”Hey!” Bea calls out to you. “I hope you haven’t forgot about our little deal. Not that I am trying to rush you, but I could definitely do with a night out soon.” The conversation continues a while longer, though you discover nothing more about her girlfriend, and just why she’d need someone with her.\ <<elseif $SC4 is 9>>“Hey.” You nervously approach Bea, though immediately regret that decision. Her eyes and body language are both telling you to “fuck off”, and her words aren’t much nicer. “$name , I trusted you, and you failed, so don’t bother talking to me. The moment I yawn, Emily rushes to get her rope now. You’ve made life so much harder for me, so let’s not waste anyone’s time.”\ <<elseif $SC4 is 10>>“There’s my favorite babysitter.” Bea embraces you when you’re next to her. “I swear, of all the people who have ever looked after Emily for a night, you must be her favorite. Every Friday it’s “when is aunt $name coming around?” It’s adorable.” “So about my proposal?” “Yes.” She laughs, shaking her head. “Of course I’ll sign your silly proposal thing.” Bea continues talking about her girlfriend, and how they both view you fondly. It seems Bea is still clueless as to you letting Emily watch a movie, but as long as she doesn’t find out before you submit the proposal officially, you should be fine.<</if>> <<if $H is 17 or $M is 60>>[[SC Day End<-Return]]<<else>>[[SC<-Return]]<</if>>

<<set $M to $M + 20>>\ <<if $SC5 is 0>><<set $SC5 to 1>>“Hey there, can I talk to you for a moment about my proposal?” “If you rea…wait a minute, aren’t you $Ash ‘s sissy?” “Huh?” //I didn’t think the people here could recognize me as a sissy - what gave it away?// “$Ash , me and her used to be friends.” “Oh, right. Used to?” “Yeah, she told me to shove it all of a sudden a few months ago. In fact, it was a few after you started at Farrix.” “She’s never mentioned you.” “Really? Not even to curse me?” “Not once. You don’t know why she wouldn’t want to be friends?” “Actually, I assumed she wanted to spend her time with you. Which would have been fine, but doesn’t explain why she’d cut all contact with me.” “And you’ve not talked to her since?” The girl shakes her head. “No. In fact, one of the last things I remember her telling me was how she caught you going through her panty drawer.” //That’s so not true!// “That’s strange” you laugh, hoping to pass it of as a joke. “Yeah, real strange. Funny too, actually. I recall her telling me how she caught her last boyfriend doing the exact same thing. Say, since you still talk to her, can I ask you a favor?” “Sure.” The instant response leaves your mouth without a second thought. Not that you’re eager to do a task for a stranger, but if it’s a way to get a vote, you’re down. “I lent her a book shortly before we stopped talking. “Sisters Before Misters” it was called, funnily enough. Do you think you could steal it back for me?” “For sure.” “Great! By the way, the name’s Felicity.”\ <<elseif $SC5 is 1 and $Home lte 2>>“Hi, $name , nice seeing you again. Listen, I know I shouldn’t talk trash on someone you’re close to, but I’d be careful around $Ash . I also remember her mentioning that she found hypnosis to be really interesting. That stuff can be really dangerous. I’d watch out.” “Hypnosis?” “Anyway, have you made any progress with my book?” You can only shake your head. “Ah well. I’ve waited this long - another week is hardly the end of the world.”\ <<elseif $SC5 is 1 and $Home gte 3>>“Hi, $name , nice seeing you again. Listen, I know I shouldn’t talk trash on someone you’re close to, but I’d be careful around $Ash . I also remember her mentioning that she found hypnosis to be really interesting. That stuff can be really dangerous. I’d watch out.” “Actually, me and $Ash live together now.” Felicity struggles to suppress her shock. “Wow, okay. I know men were often seduced by her easily, but she really does work quick. In that case, I’m sorry for you having to deal with the mess!” //Finally, someone who can empathize with me// “Anyway, have you made any progress with my book?” You can only shake your head. “Ah well. I’ve waited this long - another week is hardly the end of the world.”\ <<elseif $SC5 is 9>><<set $SC5 to 10>>“Sooo, is there any update on my book?” Taking out her long lost item, a smile widens across her face as you return it to her. “You found it! $name , thank you!” She flicks through the pages, rolling her eyes. “$Ash always treated the books I leant her as her own. Just look at how many creased pages there are!” She moans. “Anyway, is there something I can do to repay this kindness?” “Actually, there is. I’ve been hoping to pass this proposal through the student council.” “Sure! I’ll sign my name right up.” Rather than be disinterested and look at her phone like most student here, now Felicity can be disinterested while reading a book. After chatting a while longer, you bid her farewell, not wanting to lose time that could be spent getting other votes.\ <<elseif $SC5 is 10>>Approaching Felicity, her eyes are still glued to the book you graciously returned to her “$name , hey! You know, $Ash was practically begging to borrow this in the first place - and know her as we do, why should we be surprised? Listen to this “Joanne threw the torn pair of panties that her husband recklessly ripped in order to have better access to her yearning butthole, but an underwear-defiling act like that was only going to be rage inducing to Joanne, who cared more about her lingerie than she did her wedding ring. “Do you know how expensive those knickers were? If you think it’s appropriate, how about I tear open your butthole with my new strapon?”” Felicity laughs. “That sounds like something fresh out of one of $Ash ‘s fantasies, doesn’t it? I shit you not, this one time I asked to borrow a pair of pantyhose. “No, you’ll rip then” she yelled. “I will not!”” “Of course, she finally agreed, and then I did rip them.” She laughs, almost mournful of the funny memory. “I remember her saying afterwards “if you find it so funny, then you should wear them to Farrix, and see how you enjoy the stares.” Then she practically dragged me in. She can be so quick to anger sometimes. Do you have any experience with that?” “Maybe a little.” After talking a while longer, you eventually leave. While enjoying the conversation, Felicity’s one vote will only ever be just that, and you need to collect as many as you possible.<</if>> <<if $SC5 is 1 and $Home is 1>>//That might actually be harder said than done. I hardly visit her house since she started training me at Farrix. Maybe if I asked $Ash after school to train my throat some more, she’d take me back there//\ <<elseif $SC5 is 1 and $Home is 2>>//Steal from mistress? How could I possibly consider doing such a thing?// //It’d hardly be stealing// //I suppose. Maybe if I asked Mistress $Ash after school to train my throat some more, she’d take me back to her place. At the very least, I can see if she still has it//\ <<elseif $SC5 is 1 and $Home lte 4>>//This should be a piece of cake. All I have to do is wade through $Ash ‘s many mounds of clothing until I find the book. That should be a easy!//\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>//I kind of wish I didn’t have to give it away. It certainly seemed interesting enough, and any insight into Mistress $Ash ‘s mind is always one worth taking//\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>//I kind of wish I didn’t have to give it away. It certainly seemed interesting enough, and any insight into $Ash ‘s mind is always interesting, if a little scary//<</if>> <<if $H is 17 or $M is 60>>[[SC Day End<-Return]]<<else>>[[SC<-Return]]<</if>>

<<set $M to $M + 20>>\ <<if $SC6 is 0>>You approach the councilor. “Don’t even bother, I’m not interested.” Not even having a chance to present your views, you try to talk, only to get cut off again. “I know who you are. Everyone else might have neglected to remember who you are, but I know.” She lowers her voice. “I know you’re a sissy - a pathetic man who prances around in women’s clothes. You disgust me.” Though you’re sure no one can hear your lopsided conversation, your heart still beats faster. Eagerly walking away from the aggressive woman, you recovering for 10 minutes in the corner. You watch her, eavesdropping on her conversations. You learn her name is Samantha. After reliving her words in your mind over and over again, you conclude that she’s bigotted, and that there’s very little you can do to convince her.\ <<elseif $SC6 is 1>><<set $SC6 to 2>>Despite being confident that this won’t go well, you approach the councilor. Samantha can see you nervously walk over to her, though she doesn’t show it. “Can I…” “No you cannot. Leave me alone, sissy.” She lets her eyes finally meet your own. “Or do I need to be louder, to make sure I’m heard?” Understanding the threat, you depart once more.\ <<elseif $SC6 is 2>><<set $SC6 to 3>>Mysteriously undeterred, you approach Samantha once more. Before you can suggest a conversation, she lets out a loud sigh. “You know what? If you insist on being in my life, how about you amuse me instead of annoying me?” Finally feeling like you’re making progress with the stubborn woman, you nod your head. “Find me after the meeting’s over.” She doesn’t feel like elaborating after the succinct demand. You walk away, unsure what the immediate future holds.\ <<elseif $SC6 is 6>><<set $SC6 to 10>>Your curiosity is immediately piqued at the sight of a new girl here. Also, perhaps coincidentally, Samantha is nowhere in sight. Not that you would have done much if she were, but it’s certainly much more comfortable without her presence. Approaching, the new girl, she immediately smiles at seeing you wanting to introduce yourself. “Hi, I’m $name .” “Hey, I’m Alyssa! Did Claire tell you about me?” “Huh? Tell me what?” “Oh! Well, apparently one of the councilors was kicked out from Farrix - who knows what she’d have to do for that to happen?” She laughs. “I signed up right away when I heard there was an opening. Anyway, Claire spoke so highly of your proposal, and I could hardly say no to her, especially when she was letting me join.” “Great!” You’re overjoyed at another vote on your side - especially one as easy as this one. Still, it does present a new question. //What exactly happened to Samantha?// Either she did something worthy of expulsion, and based on what she did to you, that shouldn’t be ruled out. Or, you have an guardian angel watching over you. //Why are they only intervening now?//\ <<elseif $SC6 is 10>>“Hey, $name !” Alyssa greets. “I was chatting around, and apparently the girl I replaced, what was her name, Samantha? Anyway, from what I hear she was really unpopular. Claire mentioned that she almost had to kick her out before on account of poor attendance. Did you ever have any bad experiences with her?” //Just one// “Erm, I’m pretty new here too.” “Oh right! Claire also told me about that. She’s quite the fan of yours. Better watch out, otherwise she’ll make you her first lady.” Alyssa laughs.<</if>> <<if $H is 17 or $M is 60>>[[SC Day End<-Return]]<<else>>[[SC<-Return]]<</if>> <<if $SC6 is 0 and $FRape is 1 and $FViolence is 1>><<set $SC6 to 1>><</if>>\

<<set $M to $M + 20>>\ <<if $SC7 is 0>><<set $SC7 to 1>>Approaching the councilor, you’re immediately thrown off your game by observing her not on her phone, or looking disinterested, as most of the other councilors are. In fact, this one seems quite interested in everything going on. “Hi, I’...” “$name , right? You’re new here.” “Yeah.” “Then I suppose Claire has already given you the run down. Well, let me correct her right away. //Most// people here don’t care. MOST. I do, contrary to popular belief. See, the thing is, me and Claire had a big disagreement about how things here should be run. She’s just happy to pass any proposal, and she doesn’t care how it’s done. Me? I think the how is much more important than the what. In the past, this place was rife was disgusting things, like bribery and blackmail. Unlike Claire, I see how important it is to present ourselves as being reputable.” You stand confused, scratching your head at the girl’s comments. “So, are you interested in helping me pass this proposal or not?” “I am interested.” “Gre…” “But I do need to see your own commitment to it, and to the council. If you want my support, you need to offer your respect first.” “And how do I do that?” “Your tutor is Miss $Gray , right? I’ll be in touch with her. I need to hear a great report about your behavior, for a full week - Monday to Friday. If you can commit to that, then I’m more than happy to support your cause.” //As if I needed anymore reason to make sure my uniform was to Miss $Gray ‘s liking// “I’m Jessica, by the way. Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got some attendance reports to look at.”\ <<elseif $SC7 gt 0 and $SC7 lt 6>>“Hey Jessica.” “$name , I’m surprised to see you so chirpy. I’ve still yet to get Miss $Gray ‘s stamp of approval on your behavior for a full week. Unlike these other pretenders here, I’m not open to any kind of bribery. There’s only one way to get my support, and you’ve got a ways to go.” While Jessica’s demand is a frustrating one, at least it’s one that doesn’t take any extra curricular effort if you want her vote.\ <<elseif $SC7 is 9>><<set $SC7 to 10>>“$name , there you are! I’m happy to report back that Miss $Gray has shared with me that you had flawless behavior for a full week. Needless to say, I’m well on board with your proposal.” “Thanks, Jessica.” //I wonder if she’s even heard what my proposal is//\ <<elseif $SC7 is 10>>“$name , there you are. I wanted to get your opinion on something: do you think I’d make a good president?” “You don’t like Claire that much, do you?” “Claire’s lovely, but look at what has happened to the student council under her leadership. I fear she’s running this place into the ground. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if she were on the payroll of the school for doing this. She ruins the council’s reputation, and the school then has an excuse to disband us. I wouldn’t put it past either of them.” “How easy would it be to replace her?” “Well, there’s an election at the start of the school year. I tried running a few months ago, but Claire kept her seat. Most councilors didn’t even know there was even an election.” Jessica sighs. “But there’s always the opportunity for us to impeach her.” “Impeachment? Wouldn’t it just be easier to make her resign?” “Oh, I’ve tried. Between you and me, I tried starting a rumor that she started a rumor that I slept with a teacher to get to my seat. I hoped the controversy would lead her to resign, but again, nobody else here cared. If anything, it backfired. How could I have seen that coming?”<</if>> <<if $H is 17 or $M is 60>>[[SC Day End<-Return]]<<else>>[[SC<-Return]]<</if>>

<<if $SC8 is 0>><<set $SC8 to 1>>You approach the lone councilor. While most the girls here are also by themself, this one seems to be out of shyness, than out of a lack of desire. Her head is kept locked to the floor, and when she recognizes that you’re approaching, she can barely summon a smile. “Err, hi!” “Hi, I’m $name . Could I talk to you about my proposal?” “Proposal? Oh.” She replies, a little disheartened. “I’m not sure I want to sign something that might make people hate me. I’m sorry. Could I maybe think it over?” “Sure.” You laughingly answer. It’s not like you could say no, and afford to lose a vote. “Thanks. By the way, I’m Kylie.”\ <<elseif $SC8 is 1>><<set $SC8 to 2>>You again approach the nervous councilor. Her hands are kept busy fiddling with her skirt, and her eyes dart around upon realizing you’re approaching. “Hi, have you thought anymore about voting for my proposal?” “Oooh, I don’t know!” She moans. “I don’t belong in this council. Everyone here is so confident, and I come in and drag the mood down. Noone’s bothered to talk to me, except you. But I doubt you’re doing that because you care. Heck, I’m sure you don’t even remember my name.” “Sure I can, it’s…”\ <<elseif $SC8 is 3>><<set $SC8 to 4>>The girl almost breaks down crying. “I knew I never should have joined. The one person who cares to talk to me can’t even remember my name. Please, just leave me alone.” Though she weeps, the girl attempts to stifle it. Thanks to your forgetfulness, it might take years for her confidence to recover - years that you don’t have to get the necessary votes.\ <<elseif $SC8 is 4>>The shy girl is fidgets even more as she observes you approach. “Please, just give up trying to talk to me. I’m probably going to leave anyway.” Thankfully, she doesn’t breakdown crying this time, but if you ever needed confirmation that she won’t put her name on your proposal, her request that you leave was it.\ <<elseif $SC8 is 9>><<set $SC8 to 10>>“It’s Kylie.” “I knew yo…oh, you did actually remember it.” She giggles slightly, and blushes like she were just caught with her pants down. “Yeah, my name’s Kylie. Thank you for remembering, $name .” “Of course. Now, about my proposal…” “Certainly!” She cuts you off. “I’d love to vote for it - thank you for asking me to.” You chat for a while longer, the entire time her face is equipped with a smile you hadn’t previously seen on her.\ <<elseif $SC8 is 10>>“$name , hi!” Kylie remarks at seeing you head in her direction. “It’s so nice to see you. How have you been? Still trying to get those votes?” “Yeah. I’m just glad you didn’t ask me to buy you a new car.” You sigh. In retrospect, only needing to remember her name made getting Kylie on your side a lot easier. “Hey, if I knew that was on the table, I might have asked for one.” “What made you want to join the student council in the first place?” “Actually, I thought it might help me make some friends. Not only the other councilors, but maybe people might want to talk to me in hallways if they thought I was a part of this group. Sadly not.” She sighs. “I’m sure there’s been a couple of fun conversations, at least.” “Well, I suppose. Danni and Daphne actually invited me on a double date with them yesterday.” “They did?” “Apparently Danni’s brother is cute, too.” “Are you going to go?” “I’m not sure. Maybe.”<</if>> <<if $SC8 is 2>>[[SC8<-Samantha][$SC8 to 3]] [[SC8<-Kylie][$SC8 to 9]] [[SC8<-Kate][$SC8 to 3]] [[SC8<-Felicity][$SC8 to 3]]\ <<else>>[[SC<-Continue][$M to $M + 20]]<</if>>

<<set $M to $M + 20>>\ <<if $SC9 is 0>><<set $SC9 to 1>>Approaching the councilor, you’re strangely nervous. She’s sat on one of the tables, cross legged. It gives you a view of her panties, which is always appreciated, but it speaks of a disregard to what other people think of her. That can’t be a good thing if you’re trying to convince her to vote for you. “Hi, could I have a moment of your time to speak to you about my proposal?” She looks up from her phone, eyes you up and down, and then replies with her mouth full of gum. “What’s your proposal about?” “I wa…” “Boring.” She pretends to be asleep, snoring obnoxiously loudly. “This place is far too dull. Can’t you and Claire come up with a proposal to make it more interesting?” “If you would just hear me out, I’m sure I co…” The girl fakes a yawn. “What time is it? You’re putting me to sleep. Listen, what did you say your name was?” “$name .” “Cool. $name , like most people here, I really don’t care. When I first joined the council, I thought I’d be able to make massive overhauls of the school’s policies. Sadly, that’s proven impossible. Let’s be honest, this place is so archaic! Black shoes only? Boring! Plain hosiery, with detentions for the slightest imperfection? Draconian! I tried passing a rule to upheave the uniform policy, but to no avail. Ugh.” She groans. “It’d just be so much more fun coming here if we could do so in stripper boots and fishnets, you know?” You’re at a loss for words. It’s not like your proposal is going to help a whole lot, and you have a unique relationship with the uniform policy anyway. “Hmm, I’ll tell you what - maybe we can’t spice up the school rules, but that just means we should rebel! Come on, let’s dress like a slut for a full day at Farrix.” “Like a slut? Why?” “‘Cause it’ll be fun, so stop being such an uptight hoe. Besides, if you do this with me, I’ll vote for your stupid proposal thingy.” As far as requests go, this is a weird one. This girl wants you to…get in trouble with her? Your teacher certainly wouldn’t appreciate it, but maybe that’s justifiable for an extra vote. Besides, maybe she’s right: it could be fun. “And let’s do it on a friday, too. If we end up getting a detention, we can just blow it off, and not have to worry about it until Monday. I’m Lilith, by the way.” After breaking the ice, conversation comes easily. Still, it’s clear she’s not going to vote for your “silly little bill” if you don’t come to Farrix dressed like a lady of the night. Or at the very least, with fishnets and boots.\ <<elseif $SC9 is 1>>“Hey Lilith.” “$name , are you not bored of wearing the same lame shoes and that ugly uniform? Come on, don’t be a square for your whole life. Be more like me, and wear something interesting!” Lilith shows no signs in wanting to actually discuss your proposal, or much else, for that matter.\ <<elseif $SC9 is 10>>“$name , hey! Could I tempt you into breaking the school rules with me again? I’m sure next time we could get Mr Rortherfall to take off his belt.” “I’m fine, thanks. I’m not sure everyone else finds him as sexy as you do, by the way.” “Wha…? You’re crazy. If you don’t find Mr Rortherfall sexy, then you don’t know what sexy is.” “Is that why you wanted to dress as a slut to end up in that room? Did you think he might be more enticed if you were in fishnets?” “Partly. It was mainly because I thought he might spank me for it, and I was right!” “Why did you need me to do it with you, anyway?” “Well, if I’m going to be stuck in that room for 8 hours, I might as well have someone I like next to me. Besides, aren’t you glad I got you out of normal lessons for a day?” “I don’t know if I’d prefer to sit in silence for a day, compared to actually being allowed to converse with students.” Lilith shakes her head. “Suit yourself.”<</if>> <<if $H is 17 or $M is 60>>[[SC Day End<-Return]]<<else>>[[SC<-Return]]<</if>>

<<set $M to $M + 20>>\ <<if $SC10 is 0>><<set $SC10 to 1>>“Hi there.” You greet the councilor, who’s looking as disinterested as the average girl here. She’s intently looking at her screen, and takes so long to reply that you’re unsure if actually heard you. Perhaps she has wireless headphones on beneath her hair. “Oh!” She yells, startled. “Hey, I’m Cassie. What can I do for you?” “I was hoping to talk to you about this proposal I had for the school. I’m sure you’d love it.” “Oh, a proposal? Erm, sure. But can we do it later, maybe? I’m a little busy right now.” “Sure!” She promptly returns to reading whatever is on her phone. Who knows if she’ll ever find it boring enough that she’ll actually want to talk to you.\ <<elseif $SC10 is 1>>“Hey Cassie. Do you have any time now to discuss my proposal. I promise it won’t take more than 5 minutes.” “You know, I would love to, I really would, but now just isn’t great for me. Maybe we can talk about it next week instead?” You obligingly smile. She’s not making it hard to understand her disinterest in you, and your proposal. Unless you manage to find her outside of the student council, chances are slim that will ever change.\ <<elseif $SC10 is 2>>“Hi Cassie.” She shrugs her shoulders at you. “Hey, $name .” There’s an awkward silence that predictably follows. It’s one that causes you to question both why you approached Cassie, or why you’d join a school council in the first place. Surely if an idiot like you can’t even remember Dragon Ball, you should stick to studying, not whipping votes.\ <<elseif $SC10 is 10>>“$name , hey! Have you had a chance to read any Holly Balls! That’s a Huge Dragon!?” “Sadly not. But can I still count on you to vote for my proposal?” “Yep! Now stop changing the subject. Holly Balls is a lot like Rat Rider’s Revenge, and I KNOW you’ve read that.” You stand silently still, unsure what you were just implied to have done. “You’ve not read Rat Rider’s Revenge? It’s a certified classic! Basically, there’s this orphan named Kyoto who gets shrunk down after drinking a potion in the orphanage basement. After adapting to his new size, including the struggles he has with flies and spiders, he earns the loyalty of rats by showing them how to get the cheese without springing the trap. From there, he forms an army of rodents and insects, and takes them to war with Mittens, the orphanage cat. Oh, and I completely forgot the romance arc with Daffodil, a tsundere girl who drunk the same potion years earlier!” “Right. I’ll make sure to add it to the list.”<</if>> <<if $H is 17 or $M is 60>>[[SC Day End<-Return]]<<else>>[[SC<-Return]]<</if>>

<<set $M to $M + 20>>\ <<if $SC11 is 0>><<set $SC11 to 1>>“Hey, I was hoping to talk to you about my proposal, do you have a moment?” You ask the councilor. “Certainly. I’m Miranda by the way.” “Nice to meet you. So, here’s m…” “Actually, $name , I would love to hear your idea, I really would, but sad to say my head just isn’t in the zone right now.” “Oh. Maybe we can discuss it at the next meeting then.” “Hmm, I’m not sure I’ll be able to get into the meat of the conversation, either.” You sigh, but do your best to pass it off as a cough. “Why’s that?” “See, my home life is just such a mess right now. Literally. If I could just tidy up my bedroom, I could think so much clearer. Issue is, I just don’t have the time.” Miranda shrugs her shoulders. “If only I had someone to help me.” The girl is hardly making her request subtle. Still, you have to play the game. “Actually, I’d be glad to help you tidy up. Would you be able to get a chance to look over my proposal if I tidied up for you?” Miranda gasps. “You’d really be willing to do that for me?” She shrieks. “You’re a star!” She gives you her address. Sure, it’ll be demeaning work, but it’s also an easy way to brute force an extra vote. A couple hours of manual labor, and you’ll have another tick in the yes column.\ <<elseif $SC11 is 1>>“Hey, $name . How’s the vote collecting going?” “Great.” “Like I said, I’d love to vote for your proposal, but my head is just so swamped at the moment. If you did manage to visit and help a little, I cannot express how much I’d appreciate it.” “Certainly. I can’t wait!”\ <<elseif $SC11 lt 20>>“$name , how are you doing? You look great, by the way. Have you done something different to your hair?” “My hair?” “It’s just popping today. It really works with those beautiful eyes of yours.” You blush in response to her compliments. For once, your red cheeks aren’t a result of being seen in a precarious position. “Thanks.” “Don’t mention it! And by the way, I think you’re making excellent progress helping me at my house. I’m sure it will just take one more hour.”\ <<elseif $SC11 is 20>>“Hey, Miranda.” “$name , hi! Thank you so much for helping me around the house. I swear, Claire complains about how ineffective this council is, but if someone else were willing to turn up to my home like you did, I’d be voting for them in an instant.” “So you’re //definitely// still going to be voting for my proposal?” “Why are you so uncertain about my commitment?” //You might be need your basement cleaning up too// “Nevermind.”\ <<else>>“$name , it’s great to see you. I don’t know if it feels like it to you, but you’re making great progress it making me house tidier. I swear, I had a friend around last night, and she could scarcely believe it was the same place where she couldn’t find the vacuum in.” “Why would your friend be looking for the vacuum?” “Huh?” She scratches the back of her neck. “Oh, I just, you know, needed help to find it one time. Anyway, I’m sure the place needs just another hour of work, and it’ll be all done.”<</if>> <<if $H is 17 or $M is 60>>[[SC Day End<-Return]]<<else>>[[SC<-Return]]<</if>>

<<set $M to $M + 20>>\ <<if $SC12 is 0>><<set $SC12 to 1>>Approaching the councilor, you immediately feel defeated at seeing her sigh at recognizing you approach, and her body language suggests she’s just as disinterested in a conversation. Still, there’s votes to be gained, and so approach regardless. “Hi, I’m $name , I was hoping to talk to you about this proposal I had.” “Nope. Not interested.” She shuns you without even making eye contact, her head instead locked with a phone. “Really? Not interested at all?” “Nope.” “There’s not a single thing you want that I might be able to offer you?” She shakes her head. “Alright then.” You begin to walk away, but her bored voice speaking up distracts you. “Unless…” “Unless what?” “It’s my boyfriend’s birthday coming up, and I want to do something truly special for him. I was going to hire a stripper, but they can be so expensive. Now, if you could find me one who’d do it for free, I could be swayed to vote for your proposal thing.” It’s not exactly like you hang around with strippers on your off hours, so “finding” one would be hard indeed. But, with how your life is going as of late, being a stripper would hardly be the most humiliating experience to have. “What if I stripped for him?” The council ponders your proposition. “That works. Actually, that’s great!” “And when is it his birthday?” “On Wednesday. He was planning on having a party with his buddies, and with a stripper there, it’ll be a party indeed.” The girl gives you the address. “I’m Liara, by the way.” //She certainly changed her attitude in a hurry// You promise to be there. Thankfully, the party will be in the evening, so even if you have a detention, you wouldn’t have to miss it. But, if for whatever reason, you did, it’s not like you can wait a whole year to try again. Screwing this up will certainly throw any chance of Liara voting for your proposal out the window.\ <<elseif $SC12 is 1>>Liara’s disinterred “uh-huhs” and “alrights” serve as a confirmation, if one was ever needed, that she has zero interest in talking with you about anything other than her boyfriend’s birthday party, and your role in it as appointed stripper.\ <<elseif $SC12 is 8>>Whilst you do make the mistake of approaching Liara, her grunts and eyerolls make you immediately your choice. “Get lost, loser. You had your chance to get my vote, and you blew it. In the end, I tried stripping for my boyfriend, but now it’s really awkward because his friends starting hitting on me.” She sighs. Not even suggestions that she probably looked great charm her to your side, and unless she gets another boyfriend, whose birthday happens to be in the near future, you’re out of luck.\ <<elseif $SC12 is 9>>“Hi, Liara.” “Hello, $name .” … … … “Well, it was nice talking to you.”\ <<elseif $SC12 is 10>>“Hi Liara.” “$name - I almost didn’t recognize without your bra and panties.” “Well, I’m still wearing them, just in addition to my school uniform. Speaking of school, can I still rely on your support to make the school better by voting for my proposal?” She smirks, but nods her head. “That was real smooth. Sure, I’ll vote for your proposal.”<</if>> <<if $H is 17 or $M is 60>>[[SC Day End<-Return]]<<else>>[[SC<-Return]]<</if>>

<<set $M to $M + 20>>\ <<if $SC13 is 0>><<set $SC13 to 1>>“Hi there, can I speak to you for a mo…” “Hey, $name , it’s you!” The girl shouts, her face lighting up in recognition of something - something you’re completely unaware of. “Have I met you before?” “Are you seriously saying $Jen has never mentioned me?” //I wonder what she’s told her// “$Jen ?” “Yeah, you know her, she’s one of my closest friends. It’s a shame we don’t get to see each other much anymore, but still, she’s an awesome person.” She places a hand on your arm, and gives you a comforting, yet knowing, smile. “And don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anyone here about your sissy secret.” “My secret?” You whisper. These days, there are so many of them. “You know what I’m talking about. Believe, $Jen has shared a lot about you.” “...how much exactly?” “Well, like how she was holding those pictures of you over your head, and was making you give her money to keep her quiet. Oh, and how you squealed like a woman reaching her first orgasm when she put a plug in your ass.” //Why would you still want to be friends with her after that?// “Anyway, my point is that there’s no need to make an introduction.” “Well, maybe she hasn’t yet told you that I’m working on this great proposal in the council. Can I talk to you more about it?” The girl thinks for a moment. ““A proposal?” No, she hadn’t mentioned that. In fact, the last thing I remember her telling me…hmm, what was it?”\ <<elseif $SC13 is 9>>“Hi Zoe.” “Hey, $name . Listen, before you start your speel again, no. I haven’t changed my mind, sorry. I just can’t betray $Jen like that. Now, what else did you want to speak about?” “I, uh…how’s your day been?” Zoe smiles. “Good. It’s been good.” There’s a slightly funny, mostly awkward silence that follows. “Are you sure I can’t pe…” “NO!”\ <<elseif $SC13 is 10>>“Hi Zoe.” “$name , hey! You know, $Jen and I were speaking the other day, and I happened to mention that you were now a part of the student council, with a proposal you were trying to pass.” “Oh? What did she say to that?” “Ahem.” She does her best impression of $Jen ‘s voice. ““What’s his proposal? Every girl must spit on him in the corridor?”” “That does sound like something she’d say.” “Hold on, there’s more. “Does he want to start a new club for sniffing people’s feet?”” “It’s like she were right here with us.” “Stop interrupting me. “Does he want to be a permanent fixture in the toilets so he can have us use hi…”” “I GET IT.” Zoe bursts out in a childish giggle. “Alright, that last one might have been my own idea. But still, you can’t say she doesn’t know you.”<</if>> \ \ \ <<if $JenLevel lt 2 and $SC13 is 1>><<set $SC13 to 10>>“Oh right, that was it!” She yells in excitement. “It was when she first saw you in a skirt and blouse here at Farrix. She said it was a shame that she wasn’t going to be able to extort you anymore. She was really sad about the whole thing for a while, actually, but then I mentioned that there are countless sissies out there. She just needs to find another shy one that wouldn’t want their pictures leaked.” She giggles. “Anyway, she actually had a few positive things to say about you before.” “Really?” “Yep! “He has a real thick wallet!” “So malleable!” You know, those kinds of things.” “Oh.” “But I really should thank you. You payed for more than a few of my drinks and theater tickets. I suggested she should bring you along some time, so you could pay for those things live, but she insisted that might give you the wrong impression. “Wouldn’t want him thinking I actually wanted to hang out with him.”” You slightly giggle at how vividly you can imagine the scene, but can’t afford to fantasize for long. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about this proposal I had. Do you think you’d be interested in voting for it?” “A proposal? Sure! There’s not a hell of a lot to do around here, anyway. Besides, after how many things you’ve indirectly bought me, it’s hardly a lot to ask. Where do I sign?” “Me and Claire will be formally presenting it in the future.” “Just tell me where to be, and I’ll be there. And in case I hadn’t mentioned it, I’m Zoe.” The conversation continues a while longer. Zoe shows zero remorse over encouraging $Jen to spend your money, yet you’re starting to realize why someone would like her. Not $Jen , but Zoe. She’s a nice girl with a great sense of humor. She even teases that she might extort you to the rest of the student council, but a heartily laugh dispels the fears that she’s serious.\ \ \ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 6 and $SC13 is 1>><<set $SC13 to 10>>“Oh right, that was it!” She yells in excitement. “It was something about how stubborn you were being. After the first couple times you refused to pay her, she thought she’d break your spirit by exposing you more, but each week, after every Monday, she’d moan about you being “stupid”. Actually, by the time she started telling the teachers about you, it was hilarious!” The girl giggles, almost barreling over. “Then there was the time she hired a billboard to show of the pictures she had of you. Mind you, me and $Jen have been friends for years; she can’t do much to surprise me anymore. I really thought she was bluffing. I told her “it’s just a waste of money, and he’s not worth it.” But you really got to her. It was hilarious to see how enraged she got.” “At least someone found it funny.” ““Funny?” I’ve never seen her so apoplectic. I think it’s one of the reasons she stopped extorting you. Sure, it was harder after you came out as a sissy, but I think a part of her had admitted defeat, and was looking for an excuse to retreat.” After fondly reminiscing over the not-so-distant past, you return the conversation to the present, and the near future. “Actually, I’m really trying to pass the proposal. Would you be interested?” The girl thinks about it for a moment, but then breaks out into a smile. “Sure! It’s hardly a lot to ask after you annoyed $Jen so hilariously. I tell you, she used to tease me so much about my lack of success with guys, and when she got pushed around by you, it showed her who’s boss. So yes, I’d be happy to vote for you proposal. And in case I hadn’t mentioned it, I’m Zoe.” The conversation continues a while longer. Zoe shows zero remorse over encouraging $Jen to spend your money, yet you’re starting to realize why someone would like her. Not $Jen , but Zoe. She’s a nice girl with a great sense of humor. She even teases that she might extort you to the rest of the student council, but a heartily laugh dispels the fears that she’s serious.\ \ \ <<elseif $SC13 is 1>><<set $SC13 to 9>>“She was complaining about how you were flagrantly ignoring her demands, “I can’t wait to expose him to the world!” She screamed laughing. She was so eager, and then the next week, you ended up paying her, and she was right back to complaining. “I was looking forward to being a bitch. It’s so stress relieving, you know?” It seemed like no matter what you did, you were going to get on her nerves.” Not that reminiscing about the //fondly// thought upon past, but you do have a job to do here. “Actually, I’m trying really hard to pass this proposal through the council. Can I rely on you to agree to it?” The girl thinks about it for a moment, but ends up shaking her head. “I’m sorry, $name , but $Jen would be real annoyed if she found out I ever helped you with something like this.” Panicking, your mind doubles down on the attempts at persuasion. “Who’s to say she’ll ever find out?” She shrugs her shoulders. “I wouldn’t bet against it. The next time I see her, I’ll be sure to mention that I finally ran into her sissy. What am I supposed to do if she asks me where? Lie?” “What’s wrong with saying you met me at the student council?” “Then she might asked about what we talked about. And if she already knew you were trying to pass this proposal, she might guess that I voted for it. I can’t betray her like that.” Defeated, you sigh. “Alright then.” “Sorry, $name . I wish I could help you, but I just can’t.” Her willingness to shake your hand doesn’t help cheer you up, nor does the casual conversation that follows. “I’m Zoe by the way.”<</if>> <<if $H is 17 or $M is 60>>[[SC Day End<-Return]]<<else>>[[SC<-Return]]<</if>>

<<set $M to $M + 20>>\ <<if $SC14 is 0>><<set $SC14 to 1>>“Hi, can I speak to you for a moment about my proposal?” The girl’s disgruntled expression is much the same as every other councilor here, yet she decides to change her frown into a welcoming smile after a moment of consideration. “Your proposal? Sure, I’d love to hear more. But it’s not just talking about it that you want to do, is it? You’ll also need my vote, and that has to be earned.” //At least she’s direct// “What do you want?” “A chef. I’m having a few guests around on Saturday, but I don’t know a thing about cooking a nice meal. And I can’t just order something either; I really need to impress these people.” “I’d be happy to help you out.” The girl’s face lights up in relief. “Phew! My name’s Kate, by the way. Here’s my details.” She writes down her address on a crumpled up piece of paper. “I’ll have all the ingredients, dishes and stuff you need. All you have to bring is yourself.” Holding out her hand, you shake it, but she lingers extra close to you. “This is really important - you can’t screw this up. If you do, my vote goes down the drain - understand?” You nod your head. “Great!”\ <<elseif $SC14 is 1>>”Hi Kate.” “$name , hey. Let me stop you before you begin boring me to sleep over your proposal. I’m only going to vote for it if you visit my place on Saturday and cook for us. Understand?” Your barely murmur an “okay” before she continues speaking. “Good. Because if you can’t wrap your head around that, I’d really be screwed.”\ <<elseif $SC14 is 8>>“Hi Kate.” “$name .” She grunts. “Don’t even bother. It doesn’t matter to me what your excuse is - you really screwed me over by not cooking for me. Want to know what I ended up making for my boyfriend’s parents? Soup.” She rolls her eyes. “That was the best I could do. What was surprised to impress them? The bread I buttered on the side? I’m a horrible cook, but at least I tried, which is more than you can say. So no, I’m not going to be voting for your proposal, which is what you were going to ask about, wasn’t it?” “...are you sure I can’t persuade you?” She plainly looks at you the way you would after seeing a dog tear up a couch. “No.”\ <<elseif $SC14 is 9>>“Hi Kate.” “$name , I’m surprised you even have the confidence to approach me after what you pulled at my house.” “I assure you, it was a meal that grows on you.” She shakes her head. “Do you realize how humiliating it was to admit I burned the food, and had to order takeout? I swear, Martha is never going to let me live this down. She’ll insist on cooking from now on, even if it’s my house.” “Was it good takeout at least?” “It was takeout. Of course it was good!” Seeing you smile slightly, she doesn’t allow you even an inch of credit. “But you don’t get to take responsibility for that good food. You had your chance, and you blew it.” “So there’s nothing I can do to persuade you to vote for my proposal?” “Well…” She ponders for a moment, exciting your hopes. “If you wanted that, I suppose there is something you can do.” “Yes?” “You could go fuck yourself.”\ <<elseif $SC14 is 10>>“Hey Kate.” “$name , how are you? Martha is still buzzing about what you made the other day. I swear, she was badgering me all night for that recipe. “It’s an old family secret.” I had to fall back on. That should cover me for a few years, at least.” “I’m happy to help. But wait, what are you going to do if they want you to cook it for them again?” Kate shrugs her shoulders. “Improvise, I guess.” “And just to check: about my proposal…?” “Yes, I’ll vote for your proposal, $name , don’t worry. I’ll hold up my end of the bargain.”<</if>> <<if $H is 17 or $M is 60>>[[SC Day End<-Return]]<<else>>[[SC<-Return]]<</if>>

<<set $M to $M + 20>>\ <<if $SC15 is 0>><<set $SC15 to 1>>You approach the councilor, who you now realize looks slightly agitated. ”Hi, I’m $name , do you have a minute to talk about my proposal?” “Sure, if you’d like. I’m Shauna.” You discuss your plans extensively, but you’re sure the girl isn’t listening to half of it, though calling her out on it probably isn’t the move if you want to be seen positively by her. “I’ll have to think about it.” Rather than talk to her further, you decide to spend your time elsewhere. //Perhaps “waste” would be more apt//\ <<elseif $SC15 is 1>>You try talking to Shauna for a while, but she’s just as passive as before, and it only gets worse the more you have the one sided conversation with her. //I can’t convince her if she doesn’t want to listen. But what is she thinking about instead?// Barely being acknowledged at this point, you slide away to try your luck elsewhere.\ <<elseif $SC15 is 10>>“Hey $name , nice weather we’re having right?” “So you…” “Like I said, you have my vote. On anything, just let me know what you want and I’ll sign my name up.” “Aweso…” “Oh, is that Kylie? I should talk to her. And hey, it’s Miranda too!” Shauna speedwalks away. Evidently, she doesn't want you to bring up your previous encounter in a certain shop. //I wonder if she ever went back and got that dildo//<</if>> <<if $H is 17 or $M is 60>>[[SC Day End<-Return]]<<else>>[[SC<-Return]]<</if>>

<<set $M to $M + 20>>\ <<if $SC16 is 0>><<set $SC16 to 1>>“Hey there, I’m $name . I was hoping to talk to you about this proposal that I’m trying to pass. Do you have a minute to chat about it?” The girl attempts a smile, but ends up weeping instead. “I’m sorry, it’s nothing really!” She wipes away the tears with a sleeve. “It’s just something in my eye.” Her story is unconvincing to say the very least, not that you need to mention that, however. Just looking at her for a few seconds causes her breakdown to restart. “What’s the matter?” “It’s my English teacher, Miss Bullthrough. She’s gave me a detention just because I forgot my homework. Once! I’ve never not handed it in, but she doesn’t care. I don’t understand how she could be so heartless.” “Miss Bullthrough? I have her too.” Hearing that you can empathize with her, the girl cheers up a little. “She’s always been harsh.” “No kidding. I tried to stick up for myself - you know. “But it’s the first time!” She ended up giving me detentions for the next month, just for arguing. What sort of draconian authority does she think she is?” She takes a break to wipe the tears from her eyes once more, her sleeve almost becoming transparent from absorbing so much liquid. “I’d be so thankful if someone could just convince her to be nice to me.” Your ears perk up at hearing the sound of opportunity. “What if I could convince her?” “Could you?!” She shrieks. “$name , I’d be so thankful, and I’d be more than happy to vote for your proposal in turn.” “I’m Leah, by the way.” She offers her hand to shake. As encouraging as it is to know that doing one thing for her is all that’s needed to get another vote, that one task seems increasingly impossible the more you think about it. //Miss Bullthrough is incredibly stubborn, but I also don’t think she could be bought off. Maybe I should just talk to her, and see what my options are//\ <<elseif $SC16 is 1>>“Hey Leah.” “Oh.” She appears startled, yet is slightly comforted by recognizing the voice as yours. “Hi $name . Have you had any luck with Miss Bullthrough yet?” You shake your head. “No, I’ve not had a chance to talk to her.” “Oh, well no worries. I’m not sure how she could be convinced anyway. She seemed really happen to have an excuse to give me a detention.” “If she gave you so many detentions, how come you’re here now?” “They’re only at lunchtime. Oh, and on Fridays. Seems she wanted to ruin my weekend before they even began, huh?”\ <<elseif $SC16 is 8>>“Hey, Leah.” “Oh, hi, $name .” She softly replies. “I’ll save you the confession - Miss Bullthrough told me that you tried to convince her to forget about my detentions.” Leah’s eyes well up just like the first time you met her. “And she assigned me double the homework because of it! “It’ll help you avoid looking for the easy way out.” She said, or something like that.” She speaks in between sobs. “When I asked you to help, I thought you’d actually be able to. Instead, you made things worse. Much worse.” “I’m sorry, Leah. It’s not like I wanted that to happen.” “You should have thought about that before trying to help then!” She heads to another corner of the classroom to cry, alone from your poor attempts to assist her.\ <<elseif $SC16 is 9>><<set $SC16 to 10>>“Hey Leah.” “$name , how did you do it?” She looks on the verge of kissing you, or having another breakdown. This time, one of happiness. “I went to detention earlier at lunch, and Miss Bullthrough just told me to leave. I couldn’t believe it! What did you do?” Whilst you are still proud of completing your English teacher’s trial, explaining to Leah that all you did was answer a couple of questions that anyone else in your class could correctly get, is less than impressive. Hell, it’s not like just carrying a 4 leaf clover and brushing up on your literature earlier that day wouldn’t have got you the same result. “Oh, you know. I just pointed out the flaw of such an extreme punishment in response to such an innocuous error on your part.” “Well, whatever you did, it worked, so thank you!” “Can I assume you’ll be happy to vote for my proposal now?” ““Vote for it?” I’d be happy to campaign with you!” She screams. “Actually, maybe I should stay on top of my homework a little more. I didn’t need to put myself back in the same position, do I?”\ <<elseif $SC16 is 10>>“$name , hey!” Leah welcomes you. She’s still wearing an overjoyed smile, likely at your involvement in her lunchtime liberation. “How are you?” “Have you had any more issues from Miss Bullthrough?” “Well, she’s picking on me a little more for questions, but they’re all more than answerable. Who did she think she was going to get with a trick question like “how does Juliet kill herself after seeing the unconscious Romeo, believing him to be dead?” Everyone knows it was Juliet that took that potion!” “But she’s not given you anymore detentions?” Leah shakes her head, which is a drastic relief. It was hard to convince Miss Bullthrough once. Repeating it would be tantamount to a miracle.<</if>> <<if $H is 17 or $M is 60>>[[SC Day End<-Return]]<<else>>[[SC<-Return]]<</if>>

<<set $M to $M + 20>>\ <<if $SC17 is 0>><<set $SC17 to 1>>“Hi, I’m $name . Could I speak to you for a moment about this proposal that I’m trying to pass?” The girl smiles at seeing a fresh face. “Sure. Though I can’t promise to listen.” She giggles. “What I want to do i…” “Oh, I was being serious. Do you really think I’d be interested in hearing you whine about legislation. No thanks.” //Must everything be a battle?// “What would you prefer to talk about?” “Do you have any experience taking it in the butt?” “I’m sorry?” “You know, anal. Going down the dirt road? Fishing for brown trout? Dotting the “I”? Dipping it in the fudge pot? Hershey highway?” “I get it.” “My boyfriend keeps pestering me about it. I do want to, I’m just a little scared.” “That’s natural.” “But he’s so eager; I’m scared I’ll disappoint him. It’d be so embarrassing if I had to ask him 2 minutes to pull out cause it hurt, you know?” She asks, taking serious interest in your facial expressions. “I guess.” “Say,” she begins, as if the next thought just suddenly hit her “what if you gave me a hand?” “You can buy lubricant pretty cheaply. I don’t know what you’d need me for.” “No, I mean more //direct// help.” “You want me to be there with you and give encouragement.” The girl rolls her eyes. “Would you put on a strap on and fuck my ass?” You’re blown back. Comments similar to those are familiar to you, but they aren’t typically phrased as requests, nor are you the top. “You want me to have sex with you?” “You make it sound strange. This is purely transactional. All you need to do is come to my house. I’ll provide the strap on and a butt hole to pound. In exchange, I’ll vote for your proposal. Deal?” “Uhm, sure(?).” “Great! I’m Ail, in case I forgot to mention that. And here’s my address. Just meet me whenever’s good for you.” //Maybe it’ll be nice to not be on the receiving end (for once)//\ <<elseif $SC17 is 1>>“Hey, Ail.” “$name , hey. I’m noticing a distinct lack of dildoes in my butt. Care to help me?” “I’ll get around to helping you, I promise.” “Good, because if you don’t, I have zero interest in voting for your proposal.”\ <<elseif $SC17 is 8>>Ail has been staring you down like she sees a bullseye on your head, and that’s probably not going to change anytime soon. Still, some part of you wants to talk to her, and so the rest of you must suffer through that interaction. “Hi, Ail.” “Shut up, $name .” “How are things between you and your boyfriend?” “Excellent. My new boyfriend, that is. My old one left me, but good riddance. His dick was like a pencil, he could never please me. If anything, you did me a favor.” “Oh? So you wouldn’t mind voting for my proposal?” Ail bursts out laughing. “Ain’t going to happen.” “But you just said I did you a favor.” “Shut up, you sad bitch.” She groans. “You’re really so pathetic that you wanted to ruin my relationship? We both know you’re jealous.” “Jealous of what? The adorable way you moaned when I slipped my cock inside you?” “SHUT UP!” She screams, attracting the attention of the rest of the student council.\ <<elseif $SC17 is 9>><<set $SC17 to 10>>“$name , hey!” Ail greets you. “Thank you so much for helping me out. I don’t know what I was afraid of.” “You’ve done it with your boyfriend since?” “Oh, you know, just a little.” She giggles. “Actually, it’s a little hard to walk right now. We might need to give it a break, but dick in my pussy just feels so vanilla now.” “At least you’re having fun.” “Fun? This is better than fun. Fun never made me quiver like cock in my butt does.” “I take it you’ll still be voting for my proposal, then?” Ail fervently nods her head. “For sure!” The rest of the conversation is largely about Ail, and her experience taking it from the rear, even when you attempt to steer the discussion elsewhere.\ <<elseif $SC17 is 10>>“$name , hey!” Ail hugs you once you’re next to her. “I actually wanted to ask you something. Do you have any experience taking it in both your pussy and ass?” You gulp. “Sorry?” “You know, two dicks. One where nature intended, and another in your sacred passage.” “I can’t say I’ve done that.” “I’m so tempted to, but how do I ask for that? I’m know my boyfriend is going to think I’m a massive whore - I’m fine with that - but how do we recruit someone else to be there? He’s too paranoid to ask one of my friends. He did offer to put a strapon on above his cock, and then he might be able to fuck both, but I told him the angles probably wouldn’t work out. I think it has to be two people. And then there’s the whole logistical aspect of being fucked by two cocks at the same time. What positions could you do that in? Not doggy style, which is my favorite. My best guess is that I’d have to be on my side, and there’d be a guy on either side of me. But even then, it’d probably be really awkward for them. That’s 6 legs are probably going to be knocking into each other a lot.” Ail is oblivious to Claire standing right behind for the bulk of her diatribe. “Ahem.” “Oh, hi Claire! Nice weather we’re having, right? The president whispers something into Ail’s ear. “Hmm, right, oh, I see. And that works for you?” Claire nods her head before chatting to the other councilors. “Anyway, where were we?”<</if>> <<if $H is 17 or $M is 60>>[[SC Day End<-Return]]<<else>>[[SC<-Return]]<</if>>

<<set $M to $M + 20>>\ <<if $SC18 is 0>><<set $SC18 to 1>>“Hi there, can I speak to you for a moment about my proposal?” The girl sums you up, and based on her facial expression, arrives at a less than desirable conclusion. “No.” “Are you sure? Not even for a minute?” “Hmm, no. I’m good, thanks.” Met with a brick wall, you try a different course of action. “What’s the point in being in the student council if you’re not willing to listen to a potential new rule which would change the school for the better?” She sighs. “I’ve wasted so much of my time with newcomers like you. Every time a spot opens up, Claire encourages the noobie to consider any possibility, and that fills them with such naive hope. It’s annoying. I don’t even need to hear what your idea is to know that’s it’s dumb.” “But my idea is actually worthwhile!” “That’s what they all think. “I’m not like the other girls.” You’re so full of yourself. Try as much as you want with the other councilors, but I have zero interest in discussing this with you. You’re only wasting your time.” There’s little else to do but shrug your shoulders. “That’s August.” Claire whispers into your ear after you back away. “She’s been here almost as long as me. Back then, she was so eager to change the school. “Let’s make sure teachers can’t abuse their powers by holding them accountable. What if we proposed a cap on detentions?” Her dedication is extremely rare among councilors here. Or at least, it was. After her ideas were short 1 vote, she just…gave up. I don’t how you’d get through to her. Frankly, I don’t even know why she turns up. Maybe if you could find her outside of Farrix, she might be more reciprocal. This room has so many bad memories for her.”\ <<elseif $SC18 is 1>>“Hi August.” “$name . Hello. You’re not going to waste your time again, are you?” “It wouldn’t be wasting my time if you actually listened.” “Not going to happen, but your dedication isnoted, and rather amusing.” Conversation comes as easily as water flows through rock. In the end, you give up, for now.\ <<elseif $SC18 is 8>>“Hey, August.” “$name , let me give you some advice: there’s not a single thing you can say to convince me to vote for your proposal. If you want pass it, your time would be better being spent trying to convince the other idiots here.” With such a blunt response, there’s no point deluding yourself that August’s vote is still attainable.\ <<elseif $SC18 is 10>>“Hey August.” “$name , hey. Let me answer your question before you even ask it. Yes, I’m still going to be voting for your proposal.” “That’s great.” Claire approaches the two of you mid conversation, a rare smile present on her face. “Did I hear right? August is voting for something? That’s the first time I’ve heard that in…what’s it been, 2 years?” “21 months.” August curtly replies, a smirk growing across her face. “You’d let such idiots into the council. There was nothing good to vote for.” “I’m glad $name was able to convince you that we can still make change.” “My vote isn’t an automatic victory.” “We know.” Claire elbows you. “But it’s another step in the right direction.”<</if>> <<if $H is 17 or $M is 60>>[[SC Day End<-Return]]<<else>>[[SC<-Return]]<</if>>

<<set $A to 2>>\ <<set $AlexR to 2>>\ “Hey, $name !” Attention drawn, you turn around to see $Alex standing there, a smile across her face. “I didn’t know if I’d see you again.” She’s unperturbed about what’s in your hand, but you’re equally happy to see your friend - the only one who could relate to your situation. “It’s good to see you.” “Likewise. I kept thinking about how bizarre this is.” “Did you ask your mom about what could have happened?” “I did. After denying that there was a boy at Farix, she just clammed up - pretending like I couldn’t understand the situation. I don’t trust her, there’s something more going on here.” She suddenly starts giggling. “Listen to me, I sound like a conspiracy theorist.” “Well, even if there is more to this, there’s not a lot we can do, is there?” “No, I suppose you’re right.” Ending your thoughts of fantasy, the two of you hold eye contact, almost finding humor in the situation. “Say, would you want to catch a movie together?” Your immediate response is one of shock, though you try to mask it. “I’d like that.” “Awesome, shall we say next week on Sunday? I’ll stop by to pick you up.” After exchanging contact info, you say goodbye to your friend, eagerly anticipating your first “normal” date. Paying for your new sleepwear, you feel emboldened by your new friendship. [[Satin Diva Panties<-Continue][$M to $M + 15]]

<<set $M to $M + 10>>\ <<set $PJTask to 10>>\ Slowly opening the door to $Hannah ‘s room, you appease the anxious part of your mind that worried that your housemate was somehow in here. You glance at her underwear drawer, briefly considering repeating your prior degeneracy, though that was to impress $Ash , and this is to please your maniacal teacher. Eager fingers scramble through $Hannah ‘s clothes to find the nightwear that you don’t get to see her in nearly enough. They range from skimpy to ultra modest, with a mix of patterns and colors. Holding them up in the light, there are two that catch your eye in the most beautiful of ways: a tiny babydoll and a stunning, though lengthy, night gown. [[Task PJ Hannah Babydoll<-Try on the babydoll][$PantsUn to 1, $UniformUn to 1]] [[Task PJ Hannah Nightie<-Try on the night gown][$PantsUn to 1, $UniformUn to 1]]

<<set $AshPJHelp to 2>>\ [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] You walk to the familiar site of $Ash 's house. Knocking on the door, $Ash opens it. “Hey, come on in.” You follow her upstairs. She's still wearing her school blouse, but has ditched the skirt in favor of a casual pair of pants, an alien sight for you. “So, what are you waiting for?” She questions as soon as you’re arrived in her room “take those ugly clothes off.” Dropping the foreplay, you do as she suggests, and your clothes quickly fall to the ground. $Ash takes a closer look at your legs.<<if $ShaveLegs gt 4 and $AshR lt 4>>”Come on $name , I said you needed to shave your legs if you wanted to do this, and you come here looking like an ugly porcupine.” She encourages you to put your pants back on, which precedes you leaving when you know the mood has been ruined. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $AshR to $AshR - 1]] <<elseif $ShaveLegs gt 4 and $AshR gt 3>><<set $AshR to $AshR - 1, $ShaveLegs to 0>>”Come on $name , I said you needed to shave your legs if you wanted to do this, and you come here looking like an ugly porcupine.” An exaggerated sigh exits her mouth. “Still, at least you showed up. Hmm…” She cuts herself off by grabbing your wrist and pulling you to her bathroom. She digs into a standing set of drawers, and plants a pink razor and a can of shaving foam in your open hands. She mutters something about how to set the temperature of the shower to an optimum level, but the words come out so fast it’s hard to keep up. “Well, get to it.” She walks out, closing the bathroom door behind her. It seems you have little choice but to shave your legs, so you strip completely and play with the very sensitive shower knobs. You try to find the elusive balance between arctic cold and Saharan hot, testing the water with a single finger. When you’re satisfied, you step in. Not wanting to annoy $Ash by taking too long, you try to rush through shaving. 20 minutes later, you realize that probably wasn’t a great idea. The razor burn is bad, and gets worse the closer you get to your crotch. You open the drawer $Ash opened to return the razor and cream, but inside you notice a long, thin tube of moisturizer. Your masculinity and desire to not have stinging thighs go to war, with the latter winning. You squirt a small drop on your finger before spreading it into your thigh. The immediate relief feels great, so you squeeze the tube further, and massage the hand full of liquid into both your legs. It’s negated the pain, but the red spots are still heavy. [img[Images/Shave Legs.jpg]] You use a towel to dry yourself. Not wanting to return to $Ash naked, you put your clothes back on. “Next time, shave before you come.” $Ash suggests, with a hint of passive aggression. She moves over to her bed, grabbing something with her hand. [[Task PJ Ash 2<-Continue]] <<elseif $ShaveLegs lt 5>>”Beautifully smooth, such a sensitive feeling, isn’t it?” She moves over to her bed, grabbing something with her hand. [[Task PJ Ash 2<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $PJTask to 10>>\ <<set $L to $L + 2>>\ A skirt was one thing, but there’s no playing dumb when you walk up to the changing rooms of a women’s store holding lingerie. It turns your face pink just being in here, but it might be apple-like if you're asked what you’re doing. You eye the changing rooms, which are guarded by an observant staff member making sure nothing is stolen. You see her do her job by the books, asking a woman with her arms full how many items she has, before making a note of the number. That’s when you’re struck with the greatest sign of genius you’ve ever experienced. You select a piece of lingerie from the various racks and shelves. A brief glimpse at the sizing ensures it will fit, and you take a big gulp as you approach the woman outside the changing area. She appears baffled as you approach her, but you remain confident in your plan. “Can I help you?” “My girlfriend is in one of the changing rooms. She asked me to bring her this, the one she picked out was a size too big.” You chuckle slightly, hoping she buys into your lie. “And she’s in there now?” You nod. She responds with a shrug of her shoulders “alright then.” She lets you pass into the secluded part of the shop. Its layout is identical to any other store that lets you try clothes on, but this one certainly has different, less neutral decor. A light purple color scheme lines the walls, which also have artful photos hung on them. They all capture women posing suggestively in intimate apparel. Though not explicit, they dance pretty close to that line with stockinged legs and high heels tastefully pointed. There are several stalls, with bizarrely, only a curtain to serve as a door. You step into one, drawing the cloth barrier. Between that minimal protection and the fragile lie you weaved to get in here, you decide it's best to be quick. You strip your shoes and outer clothes off and place them down on the embedded chair. To preserve time you leave on the rest of the clothes you have on underneath. The lingerie you picked out is fairly basic. Unlike some styles you’ve seen online, this one doesn’t have some fancy clasp or tie system, so you drop it over your head and let it fall over your shoulders. You brace yourself and turn around in order to see yourself in the full length mirror. [img[Images/P - Nightie.jpg]] <<if $Hosiery is 1 and $CL[2] isnot 101>><<set $L to $L + 1>> The hosiery adorning your legs actually dress up the nighttime apparel. With their odd synergy, you figure some women might actually be willing to wear this look not only in the sheets, but in the streets.<<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $ShaveLegs lt 7>><<set $L to $L + 1>>Your bare legs compliment the look, adding extra sexiness to an already hot outfit.<<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $ShaveLegs gt 6>><<set $L to $L - 1>>The beautiful lingerie is mostly ruined by the distracting sight of hairy legs underneath them.<</if>> You take a picture of yourself in the mirror, which returns a pretty shot that, from the face down, looks like a woman. A smile grows across your face, and you feel like taking a few more pictures in the mirror, which allows you to test out a variety of poses and facial expressions. While you aimed to be quick doing this, you don’t care about wasting time right now. After a while you decide you have at least one photo you can show Miss $Gray , so you take off the nightwear, and put on the clothes you arrived in, which are comparatively dull. Unsure what to with the item you picked out, you opt to leave it behind. You walk out of the changing area with a smile on your face, only to be interrupted by someone calling you. “Hey!” [[Task PJ Store 2<-Continue]]

<<set $L to $L + 2>><<set $PJTask to 10>>\ <<if $PJ1 is 1>><<set $CK[0] to 41>><<elseif $PJ2 is 1>><<set $CK[0] to 42>><<elseif $PJ3 is 1>><<set $CK[0] to 43>><<elseif $PJ4 is 1>><<set $CK[0] to 44>><</if>> [img[Images/P - Nightie.jpg]] Adorned with your own lingerie, you observe yourself in the mirror. The view is still unfamiliar, but the sight is mostly flattering. Comfort wasn’t sacrificed for beauty either, as the soft material glides across your skin as you move. You feel the delightful sensation as you set up your phone to take a picture. They come back beautiful, capturing the moment to appease your maniacal teacher. You rest on your bed to admire them. Laying back was a mistake, as the clothes feel heavenly against the sheets. You reflect on the stress of your new life. Closing your eyes allows you to dream of something easier. What would life have been like if you hadn't attended Farrix? You wouldn’t have met the people you have, and you wouldn’t have developed a new wardrobe, filled with pretty panties and luxurious lingerie. //Would that have been a good thing?// In the end, you lose grip on all thoughts as you succumb to the dark mistress of sleep. [[Task PJ Already 2<-Continue][$H to $H + 3]]\

<<set $L to 0>>\ <<set $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1>>\ <<set $S to $S + 2>>\ <<set $CK[1] to 0>>\ <<if $CC2 is 2>> Dashing for the small key, you yank down the skirt and unceremoniously toss it onto your bed. Reaching beneath your underwear, you twist the key in the lock, feeling your dick respond to the unfamiliar feeling of cool air. It quickly grows to life.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 1>> You yank down the skirt and unceremoniously toss it onto your bed.\<</if>> <<if $Hosiery is 1 and $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>> For better access, you pull down your panties, letting them fall to the floor.\ <<elseif $Hosiery is 1 and $CL[2] isnot 101>> For better access, you pull down your hosiery and panties, letting them rest at your knees.<</if>> Despite no physical stimulation until now, your rock hard member is incredibly sensitive from the moment you start to stroke it. Turned on by the thrill of wearing a skirt, you know you won’t last long. You think back to the store you bought the skirt in. All the beautiful styles and colors in abundance. You wore this skirt because Miss $Gray ordered you to, but evidently, some part of you likes this. With your free hand idle, you use it to grab the feminine garment. It’s softness teases your hands, almost more pleasurable than your aggressive stroking. You stroke faster to the sight of it. Just before you’re about to release your demon of lust, you smother your face with the skirt, huffing it’s somehow heavenly scent. Jizz roars out of your dick, an impossible feeling of contentment washing over you. It sprays uncontrollably. You’re out of breath from one of the greatest orgasms you’ve ever felt, and you are inclined to sit down to recover. Eventually, you clean up the degenerative stains of cum. The usual post orgasm guilt is present two fold. You curse yourself for losing control so pathetically. The skirt which you had dropped on the floor seems to be mocking you, and the idea of throwing it in the trash races through your mind. Instead, it flies into your closet. You managed to complete Miss $Gray ‘s task, but you made it sexual in the progress. Looking at the chastity cage resting on your dresser, you almost manage to convince yourself that Miss $Gray has a point. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

“But this skirt is so ridiculous! A girl would be mocked for wearing it! And I doubt you would ever wear something like it, so how can you expect me to?” Miss $Gray reflects on her demands and your remarks. <<if $GrayR lt - 2>><<set $TimesSpanked to $TimesSpanked + 1, $S to $S + 1>>”Maybe…maybe you’re right. Come here, and I’ll help you get out that skirt.” Thankful you’ve finally gotten through to your mad teacher, you cross the small gap between you and her. Beginning to pull at the stubborn skirt, you expect Miss $Gray to assist your efforts, so you aren’t ready for her to wrap her fingers around your wrist. She whips you by your arm over a hard desk. Her towering frame complimented by her heels give her a massive leverage advantage. Just as quickly, a flurry of strikes rain down on your rear; the minimalistic skirt offering nothing in the form of protection and your yelps do nothing to deter her onslaught on your butt. Between the speed and the pain shooting through your body, you can only guess how many times she’s struck you before she lets up. A grasp of your collar pulls you back up, where your eyes look up at the furious face of your tormenter. “You had more than enough chances to avoid this; you’ve only yourself to blame.” Still held by your collar, you’re marched to the door and practically thrown out, roughly landing on your still aching ass. The door slams shut behind you. Clambering back to your feet, you’re sure your red as raw ass is visible beneath your tiny skirt. [[6-1e Punish Walk B<-Continue][$S to $S + 2, $M to $M + 15]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt 3 and $GrayR gt - 3 and $FFeet is 1>>”You make some…valid points, but you still need to be punished. You will leave this classroom wearing that, but if you’d like, you can stay here until later, when there are less people about the school. However, if you decide to take my offer, I will make sure you keep busy." [[6-1e Punish M Feet<-Stay]] [[6-1e Punish Leave<-Leave]]\ <<else>>”You make some…valid points, but you still need to be punished. You will leave this classroom wearing that, but if you’d like, you can stay here until later, when there are less people about the school. However, you will have to make yourself useful, helping me with some of the menial work I’m forced to do." [[6-1e Punish G Stay<-Stay]] [[6-1e Punish Leave<-Leave]]<</if>>

Looking around, you can quickly see that there isn’t anyone wandering the school halls. You’re alone - safe - for now, but you can’t just hang around here, the school will be closing soon. You begin to cautiously make the journey from outside room 68 to the outside world. At this time, the students of Farrix have left to go home but the teachers and staff might be leaving. The journey to escape school goes flawlessly. The sun is setting, so there’s some cover for your sissy attire. It might be worth considering taking the skirt off and walking home in your underwear, were it not for how the skirt is so tight. Walking home, you feel the cold breeze tickle your legs like you’ve never felt before. The wind hits all your body, from your ankles to your crotch. [img[Images/Walking home.jpg]] The next part of your journey goes pleasantly well. There isn’t anyone sharing the same path as you, giving you a solitary experience. Frustratingly, you feel yourself begin to enjoy it. It’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist, that the only being on the planet is you, a student who finds themself in a bizarre situation in a bizarre life. The bliss gets interrupted when a cyclist rides past you in the same direction. He doesn’t care to look behind him. He likely thought you were a woman at Farrix - a tantalizing thought. Content with how the walk is going, you scrap the idea of taking a different route, one which might be less populated. Shortly after, the door to your house is in sight. You can’t help but be disappointed when you’re in the safety of your home. While safe and free from any fear of humiliation, it is less fun. Back in your room, you have to use a pair of scissors to get the constrictive skirt of. It’s in tatters, and joins the rest of the redundant collection of stuff in the trash. What you thought would be a traumatic event turned out to be an enlightening experience. //Well that was fun, but I’ve no reason to do that again// [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $LickedGrayHeels to 1>>\ <<set $FootFetish to $FootFetish + 1>>\ “So you want to stay here, do you? Very well, come with me.” Miss $Gray returns to her desk, but you’re unsure what she wants you to do. She takes a seat at her chair, before moving backwards to open up the space beneath her desk. “You promised to be useful, so kneel down.” You oblige, despite your apprehension. The ground isn’t comfortable, but Miss $Gray pulls her chair back in to seal you in your place. Her heels are dangling right under your nose. You can’t understand how she thinks you’re being useful, but she soon elaborates. “My shoes are waiting. You’re not allowed out until they’re sparkling.” There’s no cloth in sight, so you’re still confused, but a loud sigh cuts that thought off. “Use your tongue.” Disgusted at the thought, you try to look up, only now realizing you can’t see her face. She moves her shoe to your lips, giving you a small taste. To your surprise, it isn’t repulsive. Giving it a chance, you open your mouth and put the toe of her shoe in your mouth. It’s a plain taste, the shiny material lacking any discernible flavor beside humiliation. With the shoe now wet, you lick it with your tongue, which pleasantly glides across it. Despite it being an objectively demeaning act, you continue shining her black high heels, while she types away at her computer. When she switches positions, you change your attention to the alternate shoe. When you look up, you hope for a beautiful view of her panites, but her somewhat sensibly sized skirt and closed thighs prevent it. Regardless, you continue your task. You have to move your neck a lot to reach the rest of the shoe, but you’re so committed to the task that you do it. After the toe, you make your way up the main body of the shoe, working the part closest to her actual heel, before teasing yourself by cleaning the stiletto. Its phallic shape makes it the most demeaning part, but you find yourself enjoying it the most. Beneath the minimal covering your skirt offers, you can feel your chastity cage leaking, with lines of precum being strung to your thigh. After an immeasurable amount of time, Miss $Gray stands, allowing you to return to your feet. After so long in your submissive pose, your knees ache. “I wasn’t expecting much, but you’ve certainly surpassed my expectations.” She leans over for an even closer view. “Maybe I’ll have to punish you more often - you didn’t get to the underside.” “Well, you were down there for a while, so I’m sure you won’t be running into people now.” With her apparent dismissal, you walk out the door, so distracted by the visions of Miss $Gray ‘s shoes to be thinking about other people’s views. [[6-1e Punish Walk<-Continue][$L to $L + 2, $H to $H + 1]]

Deciding you can do this without living up to Miss $Gray ‘s negative view of you, you decline to argue and walk out the door, taking a deep breath to brace yourself. Looking around, you can quickly see that there isn’t anyone wandering the school halls. You’re alone - safe - for now, but you can’t just hang around here until the dark. You begin to cautiously make the journey from outside room 68 to the outside world. At this time, the students of Farrix have left to go home or are at their clubs. The journey to escape school goes flawlessly, though the sun is still shining brightly, so there’s little cover for your sissy attire. It might be worth considering taking the skirt off and walking home in your underwear, were it not for how the skirt is so tight. Walking home, you feel the breeze tickle your legs like you’ve never felt before. The wind hits all your body, from your ankles to your crotch. [img[Images/Walking home.jpg]] Still heading cautiously home, your heart beats faster as you hear a gaggle of guys in Morton uniforms coming from a sideways street so that they’re behind you, heading in the same direction. Not helping your nerves is the fact that they were having a loud conversation that was cut off, as if they were all distracted by something. Whispers return to where their conversation formally was. A sixth sense somehow takes over you. One of them is sneaking behind you. You dare not call him out on it in case it leads to a confrontation, but you know he’s up to something. The sensation vanishes as quickly as it arrived, but now the whispering is morphing into giggles, and then to full on laughter. You scurry away in response, which only encourages them further. Even as you get further away, the volume of their howls increase. Eventually, red faced, you lose them and arrive back home. In a mirror, you see the cruel actions spurring such laughter from them, and embarrassment from you. One of them had managed to lift up the back of your skirt, and tucked it into the top of your panties. [img[Images/Skirt caught in panties 2.png]] Doing your best to suppress the thoughts of how many people saw your panties, be they strangers or neighbors, you cut off the skirt with a pair of scissors, and attempt to carry on like nothing just happened. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S + 2]]

<<set $H to $H + 1, $S to $S - 2>>\ <<set $GrayAsk61e to 0>>\ “So you want to stay here, do you?” Miss $Gray takes you to the large number of shelves and trays lining one side of the room. It’s a mess of papers and folders lacking any semblance of organisation. “I’ve let this grow messy enough. It’s simple enough to fix, it will just take a committed hand. I trust you won’t let me down.” She returns to her desk, leaving you puzzled as to how to begin. [img[Images/Paperwork.jpg]] Remembering the first step is the most important, you start to sort documents alphabetically. It’s not a hard task, just a long one. You begin to ignore the clock as you get into your task. After an hour, you take a step back to admire your work, praising yourself for seeing an actual difference. You look back to Miss $Gray , seeking approval, but the only sight you see is her looking distressed while on her phone. [[6-1e Punish G Stay Ask<-Ask if she’s okay][$GrayAsk61e to 1]] [[6-1e Punish G Stay Ask<-Carry on with your task]]

Looking around, you can quickly see that there isn’t anyone wandering the school halls. You’re alone - safe - for now, but you can’t just hang around here until dark. You begin to cautiously make the journey from outside room 68 to the outside world. At this time, the students of Farrix have left to go home or are at their clubs. The journey to escape school goes flawlessly, though the sun is still shining brightly, so there’s little cover for your sissy attire. It might be worth considering taking the skirt off and walking home in your underwear, were it not for how the skirt is so tight. Walking home, you feel the breeze tickle your legs like you’ve never felt before. The wind hits all your body, from your ankles to your crotch. [img[Images/Walking home.jpg]] Still heading cautiously home, your heart beats faster as you hear a gaggle of guys in Morton uniforms coming from a sideways street so that they’re behind you, heading in the same direction. Not helping your nerves is the fact that they were having a loud conversation that was cut off, as if they were all distracted by something. Whispers return to where their conversation formally was. A sixth sense somehow takes over you. One of them is sneaking behind you. You dare not call him out on it in case it leads to a confrontation, but you know he’s up to something. The sensation vanishes as quickly as it arrived, but now the whispering is morphing into giggles, and then to full on laughter. You scurry away in response, which only encourages them further. Even as you get further away, the volume of their howls increase. Eventually, red faced, you lose them and arrive back home. In a mirror, you see the cruel actions spurring such laughter from them, and embarrassment from you. One of them had managed to lift up the back of your skirt, and tucked it into the top of your panties. [img[Images/Skirt caught in panties 2.png]] Doing your best to suppress the thoughts of how many people saw your panties, be they strangers or neighbors, you cut off the skirt with a pair of scissors, and attempt to carry on like nothing just happened. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S + 2]]

<<if $GrayAsk61e is 1 and $GrayR gt 2>>“Is everything alright?” She looks startled for a moment “oh, sorry, yes, I’m fine. Just relationship stuff.” “Oh. I hope he didn’t do anything stupid.” Your attempt at a joke doesn’t get a reaction, and you hope you haven’t overstepped, but she does return a smile. “Something like that.”\ <<elseif $GrayAsk61e is 1 and $GrayR lt 3>>“Is everything alright?” She looks startled for a moment. “Yes, I’m fine, thanks. Just continue with your task." //That was weird//\ <<else>>You ignore her exprsssion, lest she find an excuse to punish you further. <</if>> You return to your work, categorising the sheets. After even more time, there are 27 neat stacks of paper. You sort the A through Zs into their respective drawers, leaving the miscellaneous pile for your teacher to do with as she pleases. When she sees your proud expression, Miss $Gray stands up to view your work. “Wow, I might need your help the next time this inevitably becomes a mess. As much as I’m sure you enjoy compliments, you’ve stalled enough, so I’m sure you won’t be running into people now.” With her dismissal and subsequent ushering out the door, you brace yourself. [[6-1e Punish Walk<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $AshSex to 1>>\ <<set $M to $M + 30>>\ <<set $PantyhoseTask to 3>>\ <<set $W7A1 to 1>>\ [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] You walk to the familiar site of $Ash 's house. Knocking on the door, $Ash opens it. “Hey, come on in.” You follow her upstairs. While her school uniform certainly allows her to dress slutty, her outfit today leaves even less to the imagination. “So, do you have what I asked for?” You pull up your pant leg, revealing the sheer beauty underneath. $Ash lunges into to kiss you on the cheek. “I knew I could trust you. Come on, strip with me.” You match her enthusiasm, removing your top, shoes and pants as she does the same with her tiny crop top and matching skirt. <<if $Bra is 1>>You throw your bra to the side, and if to say that she isn’t afraid, $Ash unclasps hers, and throws it on the growing pile of apparel, all while meeting your eyes.\ <<else>>$Ash unclasps her bra, tossing it on the growing pile of apparel.<</if>> When the two of you are done in your stripping match, you are both left almost naked, only protected by a thin layer of hosiery shielding your lower half, as well your underwear, which has never done much to preserve your modesty. You’d love to stare at $Ash ‘s naked boobs for the rest of week, but you know that’s not why she wanted you to visit her. “When I was younger, I always wanted another woman to lie with, both of us stripping after a long day of work, down to our most intimate of looks, left to gaze at each other as if to look in a mirror. You don’t exactly fit the bill, but my tastes have changed a little since then anyway.” She walks towards you, forcing you to stumble backwards until you collapse onto the bed in a romantic display, $Ash still on top of you. Her hands circle your body, but slide down until they reach the top of your pantyhose. She grabs your butt, feeling pressure on your panties. [img[Images/P - Ash Pantyhose 2.jpg]] Her dexterous legs entangle your own. You can understand her fantasy now, as the scintillating sensation of legs encased in pantyhose rubbing against each other is incredibly intimate. Her hands grasp your wrists, pinning you to the bed. Her legs are like a cat’s tail, whipping around while her body lies on top of you. The moment climaxes as she starts making out with you. She isn’t afraid to use her tongue today. You can see she wasn’t lying about this being a long time fantasy. That point is proven as her hips begin moving, thrusting into your groin. [img[Images/P - Ash Pantyhose 3.jpg]] <<if $CC2 gt 1>><<set $AshR to $AshR - 1, $L to $L + 2>>Despite your penis being confined to your chastity cage, her movement still gets your heart racing, but you can see her frustration. “Really? You couldn’t take that off for this?” She climbs off you, standing up. She moans a grunt of anger, before putting her clothes back on. The moment is ruined thanks to your caged member, and you put on your own clothes. “That thing sticks out like a neon sign. I want to get intimate and you’re more concerned with yourself. Maybe I need to make sure this doesn’t happen again.” You opt to leave when you realize the lust is dead, at least for today. But before you step to leave $Ash interrupts you “listen, I like you, a lot, and I think I’m ready for the next step. But I need someone who can satisfy me, not someone who would rather have his dick in a cage than have it played with, sucked or fucked. I’ll tell you when we can, but make sure you leave that cage at home.”\ <<else>><<set $L to $L + 4>>In response to the pressure against it, your semi-hard penis springs fully to life, pushing your pantyhose up and brushing against $Ash ‘s crotch. You’re so close to having sex, with the two of you almost naked, thrusting into each other. Your dick paints the inside of your underwear with precum, until the outside of your hosiery has to help to absorb the dampness. “Oh $name ! This is so hot.” She stops to kiss you some more before making her upper body vertical, where she towers over your prone body. “I think I’m ready for the next step. I want to have sex with you. “ Shocked, you’re about to pull down the waistband of your garments, eager like a pouncing leopard, but $Ash stops you “but not today, not now. It needs to be special.” She stands up. “I’ll tell you when I’m ready. But make sure not to be wearing your chastity cage. There shouldn't be any barriers between us, or at least, not one that’s not made of rubber.” You want to be annoyed at having to wait, but you’re already so turned on that you wouldn’t last longer than a boxing round anyway. The two of you get dressed, your dick still straining against its binds.<</if>> <<if $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>Sadly, unless a miraculous solution appears, it doesn't seem like you'll be able to satisfy her request to come uncaged.\ <<else>>With the promise of your life’s desire ahead of you, you know there’s little that could stand in your way. You head home, with a reinvigorated view on life.<</if>> [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3]]

<<set $L to $L + 2>>\ <<if $CC2 is 1>>You strip down completely, so that your flaccid penis hangs in the air. Holding the babydoll by its dainty spaghetti straps, you decide if it’s better to step into it or pull it over your head. In a boyish display, you opt for the latter, putting your arms through and letting it fall to your shoulders. The hem rests around your crotch, letting your cock head stick out beneath the lace lining like the stem of an apple. Despite its brevity, it still flows and reacts to your every move, which exposes your body. In the mirror, it’s a very flirty sight. With each movement threatening to expose you even further, it would be a tantalizing piece of attire on a woman. But with no one willing to wear something like this in front of you, the reflection is the best you could ask for.\ <<else>>You strip down completely, so that your caged penis hangs in the air. Holding the babydoll by its dainty spaghetti straps, you decide if it’s better to step into it or pull it over your head. In a boyish display, you opt for the latter, putting your arms through and letting it fall to your shoulders. The hem rests around your crotch, letting your chastity cage stick out beneath the lace lining like the stem of an apple. Despite its brevity, it still flows and reacts to your every move, which exposes your body. In the mirror, it’s a very flirty sight. With each movement threatening to expose you even further, it would be a tantalizing piece of attire on a woman. But with no one willing to wear something like this in front of you, the reflection is the best you could ask for.<</if>> [img[Images/P - Babydoll.jpg]] <<if $ShaveLegs lt 7>><<set $L to $L + 1>>Your smooth legs compliment the outfit, drawing eyes from your feet, up toward your crotch…\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs gt 6>>Your stubbly legs are mismatched with the outfit, slightly ruining the view.<</if>> <<if $PaintedToes is 1>>Painted toes shimmer in the mirror, bolstering the femininity on display. You set up your camera to get a full shot, and the returned shot is surprisingly attractive. It looks like a young woman, nervous about wearing such provocative lingerie, until you spot the surprise lurking underneath.\ <<else>>You set up your camera to get a full shot, and the returned shot is surprisingly attractive. It looks like a young woman, nervous about wearing such provocative lingerie, until you spot the surprise lurking underneath.<</if>> Not wanting to tempt fate with $Hannah ‘s return, you take off the babydoll, and return her clothes to their original position. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $S to $S - 2>>\ <<if $CC2 is 1>>You strip down completely, so that your caged penis hangs in the air. Holding the nightdress by the shoulders, you drop it over your head and swim through the material, until you pop out on the other side. FInding the arm holes, you complete the outfit. The hem rests slightly below your knees. The lace lining the bottom tickles your skin, while the rest of the material is soft against your body. In the mirror, you can see your flaccid penis pressing against the cloth, but it isn’t pronounced enough to ruin the look.\ <<else>>You strip down completely, so that your caged penis hangs in the air. Holding the nightdress by the shoulders, you drop it over your head and swim through the material, until you pop out on the other side. FInding the arm holes, you complete the outfit. The hem rests slightly below your knees. The lace lining the bottom tickles your skin, while the rest of the material is soft against your body. In the mirror, you can see your cage pressing against the cloth. It’s heavily pronounced against the otherwise flat material.<</if>> [img[Images/P - Nightie 2.jpg]] <<if $ShaveLegs lt 7>><<set $L to $L + 1>>Your smooth legs compliment the outfit, drawing eyes from your feet, up toward your crotch…\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs gt 6>>Your stubbly legs are mismatched with the outfit, slightly ruining the view.<</if>> <<if $PaintedToes is 1>>Painted toes shimmer in the mirror, bolstering the femininity on display. You set up your camera to get a full shot, and the returned shot is surprisingly attractive. It looks like a cute young woman, ready to go to sleep after a long day. Granted, the woman looks like she’d be found a century ago with her choice in nightgowns, but you still enjoy seeing the picture of yourself.\ <<else>>You set up your camera to get a full shot, and the returned shot is surprisingly attractive. It looks like a cute young woman, ready to go to sleep after a long day. Granted, the woman looks like she’d be found a century ago with her choice in nightgowns, but you still enjoy seeing the picture of yourself.<</if>> Not wanting to tempt fate with $Hannah ‘s return, you take off the nightdress, and return her clothes to their original position. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $H to 8>>\ <<set $M to 0>>\ The students begin to file in around you. <<if $JenLevel is 0 or $JenLevel is 1>>Your classmates have largely gotten used to you by now, though they all no doubt still see you as being somewhere you do not belong.\ <<elseif $JenLevel is 2>>There’s some unintelligible whispers from some of the class as they enter, among some giggles and cruel words that you’re more than used to being called. “Sissy” particularly stands out to you as this being $Jen ‘s doing. Thankfully, it’s only a few of them, and the mockery, coming from a select few stops after a moment.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 2>>There’s conversations as usual that are had by the entering classmates, but from what you pick up, the topic is awfully different than the usual discourse. There’s a lot of laughter and staring at you from what seems like half the class, and the words they throw around, which vary from whispers to average conversational volume, seem either feminine or demeaning. You pick out several instances of “sissy” “loser” and “pathetic”.<</if>> $Ash sits next to you as usual, and you whisper a quiet "hello" to her. <<if $AshMad is 1>>She either doesn't seem to notice, or care.\ <<elseif $AshR lt 1>>She barely seems to acknowledge your presence past anything more than a small glance in your general direction.\ <<elseif $AshR is 1>>She gives you a wide smile and a flirty wink before taking out her work books.\ <<elseif $AshR gt 1>>She gives you a wide smile, a flirty wink, and even a lingering stare at your crotch.<</if>> [img[Images/Desk Ash.jpg]] The lesson soon begins. <<if $GrayR lt 0>>Miss $Gray seems to be harsher to you today. She demands you answer more questions than she does the other students, and is crueler to you when you get them wrong, and barely affirms your answer when you get them right.<<elseif $GrayR gt - 1>>Despite the pre-class inspection, Miss $Gray barely seems to care about you during the lesson, which you certainly wouldn't complain about.<</if>> <<if $L gt 8>>During the lesson, though, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes lustfully wander to the other students in the class. Miss $Gray seems to have noticed, as a subtle scowls goes your way.<<elseif $L lt 9>>Despite the ample distractions around you in the form of attractive women, you manage to listen diligently.<</if>><<if $ButtPlugA is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>> The butt plug filling your rear isn’t helping the situation, however, and leaves you even more turned on.<</if>><<if $CK[2] is 3>> Though you hope your classmates remain oblivious to your choice in footwear, it proves hard to not play with them. [img[Images/Flats PlayG.gif]]<</if>> <<if $AshSex is 1 and $Day3 is 3>><<set $AshSex to 2, $W7A2 to 1>>Once the lesson is finished, you walk out with $Ash . She cuts your small talk off almost as soon as you start. “I’m ready.” You look at her, slightly confused for a second. “I want to have sex with you. Come meet me on Sunday, and be sure to not have your cage on.” After so much effort put into popping your cherry, you can’t believe it’s finally happening. You say goodbye to each other, your dick doing it’s best to get hard despite it’s confines.\ <<elseif $AshR gt 1 and $GrayR gt -2 and $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $AshMad is 0>>The lesson ends, and you breathe a sigh of over being away from Miss $Gray, at least for a couple of hours. $Ash reminds you to meet her if you’d like to hang out at lunch, before heading off in a different direction.\ <<elseif $AshMad is 1>>The lessons ends, and as though she was deathly allergic to you, $Ash has already left.\ <<elseif $AshR gt 1>>The lesson ends, and you breathe a sigh of over being away from Miss $Gray, at least for a couple of hours. $Ash asks if you’d like to hang out at lunch, but because of your overbearing teacher, you can’t. She sighs disappointedly before heading off in a different direction.\ <<elseif $AshR lt 2>>The lesson ends. As you look to your left to chat with $Ash , you’re saddened to realize that she’s already left.<</if>> [[7-1c<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 10>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> <<if $EscapeChastity is 13>>[[5/6/7 Escape Lunch Punish<-Continue to lunch]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR gt 1 and $AshMad is 0 and $GrayLunchFail is 0>>[[7-1d Ash<-Continue to lunch][$H to 12]]\ <<else>>[[7-1d Lunch<-Continue to lunch][$H to 12]]<</if>>

<<set $L to $L + 1>>\ <<if $L gt 10>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 12>>\ You find $Ash outside of your usual waiting spot before finding a somewhat secluded spot to chat. <<if $PJTask gt 0 and $PJTask lt 9>>You consider asking $Ash about wearing some new nightwear. [[7-1d Ash PJ<-Ask for help]] [[7-1d Ash Normal<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[7-1d Ash Normal<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $AshPJHelp to 1>>\ “I was hoping you might be able to help me out.” “Oh? What homework are you struggling with?” “Actually, I meant with trying some new clothes.” $Ash ‘s beautiful face lights up like a chandelier coloring a hall. “Awesome, what were you thinking of?” “Well, I was thinking of getting some new sleepwear, so…” “Do you want to come to my house and test out some of mine to see what you like? I’ve got a bunch for you to try.” The cogs in her mind have already begun turning. You talk for the rest of lunch until you have to separate to head to class. <<if $GrayPunish is 1>>[[7-1e Punish<-Continue]]<<else>>[[7-1e<-Continue]]<</if>>

“So are you excited for the weekend? Just how long have you been dreaming about losing your virginity? Most of your life, I’m sure, and now you’ll finally get to do it, and with me, no less. I don’t know how you’re containing your excitement.” You have no clue either. Maybe all the tasks and rules Miss $Gray has forced on you since you started Farrix have made sex slip into the background of your mind a little, but if you play your cards right, you’ll be able to accomplish your lifelong mission soon enough. The rest of the period is largely a makeout session, giving you even more encouragement to meet her at the weekend. <<if $GrayPunish is 1>>[[7-1e Punish<-Continue]]<<else>>[[7-1e<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $M to 0>>\ <<set $H to 16>>\ <<if $GrayPunish is 1>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, which today, fills you with dread. You approach the familiar classroom of Miss $Gray . You enter room 68 after the class empties. “You normally come here for this, don’t you?” She flashes the precious piece of metal which can unlock your cage. “Well, you certainly don’t deserve it today. No, you deserve something that will teach you a lesson, and perhaps you’ve become too accustomed to that cage for you to be affected by not having the key. So today, I have a much more humiliating punishment. Take off your pants.” Already used to this ritual, you kick off your shoes and pull down the lower half off your school attire. “So you feel that you can get away without getting some new nightwear, do you? Very well, I expected resistance, so I came prepared.” From a draw concealed behind her desk, she pulls out a small piece of apparel, and tosses it onto the ground in front of you. Taking the cue, you bend down and pick it up. Like the task that she assigned, it’s a piece of sexy lingerie, for attracting lovers, or for sleeping in style. To say the nightwear is skimpy would be understatement equal to saying it’s sexy. “Go ahead, put it on.” [img[Images/P - Babydoll.jpg]] The soft material floats over your head, and your hands navigate their way into the arm holes. The hem of the silky soft material rests just above your caged penis, humiliating you even further. “It feels nice, I’m sure. But it’s a shame you need these measures to push your boundaries.” “But that’s not punishment enough for you.” [[7-1e Punish<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Before, this might mean Miss $Gray would return the key to your chastity cage, but since you were foolish enough to let her discover you escaped it, she has no intentions of letting you out. In fact, having the key won't solve anything. It’s the broken key already in the lock that’s the issue.\ <<elseif $GrayChastityFail is 1>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Of course, after “taking advantage of her generosity” in letting you have the key, she has no intention of letting you out until next Monday, and even then, you have to earn it.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>><<set $CC2 to 2>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Unless, of course, they are locked in a chastity cage, in which case they must go see Miss $Gray . You enter room 68 after the class empties. "Ah, $name , I'm glad to see you care about something" she comments, removing the key from her necklace. "Enjoy your freedom tonight. I’ll be taking it away again soon enough, though maybe your little thing has grown used to having a tube inside it." She then slides the key across the table, and you hastily grab it. "Don't lose it" She jests. [img[Images/Gray key.jpg]] //Freedom!// You leave the classroom before Miss $Gray finds another way to ruin your day.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0>><<set $CC2 to 2>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Unless, of course, they are locked in a chastity cage, in which case they must go see Miss $Gray . You enter room 68 after the class empties. "Ah, $name , I'm glad to see you care about something" she comments, removing the key from her necklace. "Enjoy your freedom tonight. I’ll be taking it away again soon enough." She then slides the key across the table, and you hastily grab it. "Don't lose it" She jests. [img[Images/Gray key.jpg]] //Freedom!// You leave the classroom before Miss $Gray finds another way to ruin your day.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Normally, you would go to Miss $Gray at this time, but with you not following her rules, she wouldn't give you the key even if you did go to room 68.<</if>> <<if $Day3 is 1>>[[Jen Monday 4<-Finish the day]]<<elseif $GrayPunish is 0>>[[7-1f<-Finish the day]]<</if>>

<<set $A to 1>>\ <<set $PantyhoseTask to 2>>\ You’re walking on your familiar journey, when turning a corner results in a head clutching collision and a fall to the concrete. You open your eyes to see a woman your own age, still standing, but leaning over, similarly grabbing her head. “I’m sorry about that” she claims, looking at you collapsed on the floor. She stretches a hand out to you, and helps pull you back up. “No, it’s my fault, I should have looked where I was going.” The two of you hold eye contact for a moment, before your eyes slide down to each other’s clothes. You see her school blazer, not adorned with the expected Farrix crest, but incredibly surprisingly, the Morton logo - the school you were supposed to attend. “You go to Morton?” You eagerly inquire. “And you go to…Farrix?” You notice her eyes look at your own blazer crest. “This is…” you both start to begin, only to stop talking. You both smile. “This is really strange.” A point you agree with. “How did you end up going there?” “Well, it was originally a mix up, and I was only supposed to attend for a week, but, well, It’s kind of a long story.” “Wow, that’s so strange. The same thing happened to me!” “Really?” “Yeah, at first. I kept asking about why I wasn’t being transferred to Farrix, but in the end, I just gave up. My mother works for the company that Farrix and Morton answer to, but even she wasn’t sure.” “This is so strange. Do you think…it could be linked, me and you, both attending the wrong school?” “I…I don’t know, I had kind of accepted it until now, made sense of it, but this changes things. I’m assuming you weren’t told there was a girl at Morton.” You shake your head. “I’ll mention it to my mother, try and see what she knows.” “I’m $Alex, by the way.” “Oh right, I’m $name .” “Well, it was nice to meet you $name . Maybe we’ll run into each other again.” You smile at each other as she walks away. For the rest of your journey, you can’t stop thinking about $Alex, and if there’s more going on here than what you believed 5 minutes ago. [[Meet Alex Alt Name<-Continue][$M to $M + 45]]

New friend's name: <<textbox "$Alex" "Alex">> [[Room 0<-Continue]]

<<set $A to 2>>\ <<set $AlexR to 2>>\ “Hey, $name !” Attention drawn, you turn around to see $Alex standing there, a smile across her face. “I didn’t know if I’d see you again.” She’s unperturbed about what’s in your hand, but you’re equally happy to see your friend - the only one who could relate to your situation. “It’s good to see you.” “Likewise. I kept thinking about how bizarre this is.” “Did you ask your mom about what could have happened?” “I did. After denying that there was a boy at Farix, she just clammed up - pretending like I couldn’t understand the situation. I don’t trust her, there’s something more going on here.” She suddenly starts giggling. “Listen to me, I sound like a conspiracy theorist.” “Well, even if there is more to this, there’s not a lot we can do, is there?” “No, I suppose you’re right.” Ending your thoughts of fantasy, the two of you hold eye contact, almost finding humor in the situation. “Say, would you want to catch a movie together?” Your immediate response is one of shock, though you try to mask it. “I’d like that.” “Awesome, shall we say next week on Sunday? I’ll stop by to pick you up.” After exchanging contact info, you say goodbye to your friend, eagerly anticipating your first “normal” date as you finish your journey [[Room 0<-Continue][$M to $M + 15]]

<<set $PJTask to 10>>\ <<set $W7A4 to 1>>\ [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] $Ash holds up a satin babydoll, looking dainty thanks to its minute shoulder straps and pink character. “I have a lot of clothes, so if you wanted to try everything on we’d be here all day. But when I saw this, I knew it would suit you.” Walking over to you, she drops the lingerie over your naked form, head first. It doesn’t make you feel much less vulnerable, if anything, it only highlights how exposed you are. The first thing you notice is how soft it is on your smooth skin, especially your crotch region. Looking down, you see it ends around your upper thigh. Your penis creates a noticeable bump against the otherwise flawlessly flowing dress, likely ruining the look. [img[Images/P - Babydoll.jpg]] “You look delicious, but it doesn’t look natural.” Your inner voice wants to yell at her that of course it doesn’t, but she doesn’t give you the chance. “You need to look more confident; no amount of lingerie can be as attractive as that. Come on, try smiling.” You do as she suggests, but her reaction isn’t positive. “You look like a child in a class photo, and I know you can do better. Show me some teeth and move those delicate cheeks up.” Reflecting that there’s little you could do to look more stupid than you do now, you resign your hopes of maintaining dignity. While you thought your beaming grin would be mocked by $Ash , she actually encourages it. “That’s great. Now try something sultry, you know, like you just saw me from across the bar and you’re trying to attract me.” You look to the side a little, and start biting your lip, mimicking every piece of dating advice you’ve ever been given. Following the energy of the moment, you start playing with your hair, twirling it around your finger like the string on a yoyo. “That’s so hot! See, confidence is attractive, especially on someone as beautiful as you.” She winks while moving closer to you, so close her light breathing tickles your face. She kisses you, while also grabbing your ass with two tightly clenched hands. “You do look really hot, so when you do get something for yourself, make it something like this, alright?” Her comment returns you to the earth, reminding you of your main task. You give $Ash your phone, allowing her to take a picture. She obliges in your request, happy that you're so eager to document such a personal moment. After hanging out, you strip down once more to put on your comparatively dull clothes. The rough uniform you’re forced to wear feels abrasive after wearing $Ash ‘ lingerie. You say farewell to her, and she gives you a kiss on the cheek goodbye. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $L to $L + 2, $S to $S - 1, $AshR to $AshR + 1]]

<<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] <<if $CC2 is 3 and $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>>You walk out of Farrix, with the key to the cage perpetually penetrating your urethra around the necklace of Miss $Gray .\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 and $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>You walk out of Farrix. Thanks to your recklessness, the actual key to your cage is broken inside the lock, and the copy key at home is useless. Who knows when you’ll next be allowed out?\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 and $EscapeChastity is 13>>You walk out of Farrix. The key to your chastity cage is around Miss $Gray ‘s necklace, but you have a perfect duplicate waiting to be used at home.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 2 and $EscapeChastity is 13>>You walk out of Farrix. The key to your chastity cage is safely in your pocket, but you have a perfect replica waiting at home anyway.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3>>You walk out of Farrix, with your chastity key still around Miss $Gray 's necklace, wondering what to do with the rest of your day.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 2>>You walk out of Farrix, with your chastity key in your pocket, wondering what to do with the rest of your day.<</if>> <<if $A is 0>>[[Meet Alex Alt<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]]<<else>>[[Room 0<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>> <<if $S gt 9>>You feel too stressed to not go straight home<</if>>\ <<if $S lt 10 and $A gt 0>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<<elseif $S lt 10 and $A is 0>>[[Meet Alex Alt<-Go to the mall]]<</if>> <<if $AshPJHelp is 1 and $S lt 10>>[[Task PJ Ash<-Go to friend's house]]<</if>> <<if $EscapeChastity is 3>>[[Escape Chastity 3a<-Go to the printing lab]]<</if>>

<<set $GrayPunish to 0>>\ <<set $M to 0>>\ <<set $H to 16>>\ <<set $S to $S + 2>>\ <<set $CK[0] to 44>>\ The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, which today, fills you with dread. You approach the familiar classroom of Miss $Gray . You enter room 68 after the class empties. “You normally come here for this, don’t you?” She flashes the precious piece of metal which can unlock your cage. “Well, you certainly don’t deserve it today. No, you deserve something that will teach you a lesson, and perhaps you’ve become too accustomed to that cage for you to be affected by not having the key. So today, I have a much more humiliating punishment. Take off your pants.” Already used to this ritual, you kick off your shoes and pull down the lower half off your school attire. “So you feel that you can get away without getting some new nightwear, do you? Very well, I expected resistance, so I came prepared.” From a draw concealed behind her desk, she pulls out a small piece of apparel, and tosses it onto the ground in front of you. Taking the cue, you bend down and pick it up. Like the task that she assigned, it’s a piece of sexy lingerie, for attracting lovers, or for sleeping in style. To say the nightwear is skimpy would be understatement equal to saying it’s sexy. “Go ahead, put it on.” [img[Images/P - Babydoll.jpg]] The soft material floats over your head, and your hands navigate their way into the arm holes. The hem of the silky soft material rests just above your caged penis, humiliating you even further. “It feels nice, I’m sure. But it’s a shame you need these measures to push your boundaries.” “But that’s not punishment enough for you.” <<if $LickedGrayHeels is 1>>”Last time, you seemed to enjoy cleaning my heels with your tongue. If you would like, I would find that sufficiently humiliating.” [[7-1e Punish Lick Heels<-Agree to lick her heels]] [[7-1e Punish Refuse Lick Heels<-Refuse to lick her heels]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt 3>><<set $TimesSpanked to $TimesSpanked + 1, $S to $S + 2>>”However, you have otherwise been a model student as of late, so I believe a relatively tame punishment would suffice. Bend over the desk.” The thin material of the babydoll gives you almost no protection, and only adding to your sense of vulnerability is the cold surface of the table against your chest. Without any physical stimulation, you know the entirety of your ass is on display. Without warning, though it is expected, your teacher winds up her swinging arm, and strikes the skin on your ass. You wince in pain, but try to hide it from Miss $Gray . Regardless of your response though, she’s intent on punishing you for your insubordination. Slap after slap rains down your butt. You can’t help but wonder if Miss $Gray enjoys this - torturing her student. The effects of the abuse was bearable at first, but soon compound into something incomparably painful. After a short break in the pain, she gives one final, definitive slap, the first one which causes a yelp from you. While the spanking didn’t surprise you, the rough flick of her finger straight into your isolated balls does. “It’s a shame they won’t be getting any more attention due to your insolence.” You recover as she returns to her work, having experienced another session of discipline from your teacher. Miss $Gray tells you to remove the babydoll, and you gratefully put on your normal clothes. With her dismal, you leave Farrix with a spanked raw ass. [[7-1f<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt 4 and $GrayR gt -3>><<set $FootFetish to $FootFetish + 1>>Miss $Gray returns to her desk, but you’re unsure what she wants you to do. She takes a seat at her chair, before moving backwards to open up the space beneath her desk. The ground isn’t comfortable, but Miss $Gray pulls her chair back in to seal you in your place. Her heels are dangling right under your nose. You can’t understand how she thinks you’re being useful, but she soon elaborates. “My shoes are waiting. You’re not allowed out until they’re sparkling.” There’s no cloth in sight, so you’re still confused, but a loud sigh cuts that thought off. “Use your tongue.” Disgusted at the thought, you try to look up, only now realizing you can’t see her face. She moves her shoe to your lips, giving you a small taste. To your surprise, it isn’t repulsive. Giving it a chance, you open your mouth and put the toe of her shoe in your mouth. It’s a plain taste, the shiny material lacking any discernible flavor beside humiliation. With the shoe now wet, you lick it with your tongue, which pleasantly glides across it. Despite it being an objectively demeaning act, you continue shining her black high heels, while she types away at her computer. When she switches positions, you change your attention to the alternate shoe. When you look up, you hope for a beautiful view of her panites, but her somewhat sensibly sized skirt and closed thighs prevent it. Regardless, you continue your task. You have to move your neck a lot to reach the rest of the shoe, but you’re so committed to the task that you do it. After the toe, you make your way up the main body of the shoe, working the part closest to her actual heel, before teasing yourself by cleaning the stiletto. Its phallic shape makes it the most demeaning part, but you find yourself enjoying it the most. Beneath the not far from none covering the babydoll offers, you can feel your chastity cage leaking, with lines of precum being strung to your thigh. After an immeasurable amount of time, Miss $Gray stands, allowing you to return to your feet. After so long in your submissive pose, your knees ache. “I wasn’t expecting much, but you’ve certainly surpassed my expectations.” She leans over for an even closer view. “Maybe I’ll have to punish you more often - you didn’t get to the underside.” You recover as she returns to her work, having experienced another session of discipline from your teacher. Miss $Gray tells you to remove the babydoll, and you gratefully put on your normal clothes. With her dismal, you leave Farrix with an alien after taste in your mouth. [[7-1f<-Continue][$H to $H + 1 $L to $L + 2]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -2>><<set $S to $S + 3, $L to $L + 3>>”Given your recent behavior, I had actually been meaning to punish you anyway, so this makes for a great opportunity to remind you of your place.” Of all the ways you expected this disciplining to go, you did not expect her to kneel down in front of you and unlock your cage. Unsurprisingly, having a woman kneeling in front of you quickly brings your member to attention. A look of disgust originates from Miss $Gray . “I’d avoid that if I were you.” She moves over to her desk, and takes out a small box from one of the many draws. Returning just in front of you, she opens the container to reveal another chastity cage, seemingly identical to the one you’re accustomed to. Despite your best efforts, your penis is still hard like a rock. Taking a more hands on approach, Miss $Gray grasps your balls in her soft hands, but her grip soon reflects the tensed state of your penis. The pain quickly ends any sexual thoughts, and shortly after - your intrusive erection. Only when you’re completely soft, she wraps the new chastity cage around your flaccid cock, and locks it in place. It feels slightly different from your usual bondage, as if something inside is tickling your penis. “Now sit down, and enjoy the show.” On the large board at the front of the classroom, Miss $Gray displays a video, not one you’d expect to see in school. The footage shows a woman undressing, down to her most intimate lingerie, not dissimilar from what you’re wearing right now. She moves provocatively, and you quickly feel your penis return to life, as if it had just forgotten what happened to it barely a moment ago. You realize $Miss $Gray is sinisterly beaming with happiness, and it soon becomes obvious why. Your dick begins to scream in pain, with the inside of the chastity cage biting into your expanding cock with dozens of rows of spikes. You gasp and slam your head down on the desk to try and brace against the pain. “Don’t think you can escape by doing that.” Your sadistic teacher yanks you by your hair, and you have to sit back up to stop the torture. With the spikes still digging into your penis like ants burrowing in dirt, Miss $Gray pauses your chin to observe the pornography. “Learn to control yourself $name .” You have no choice but to keep watching as the nearly naked woman gets joined by an even further undressed man. His cock begins to do what yours cannot, and extends to full size. She yelps as he takes her from behind, shoving his lance into her vagina. The action only serves to make you harder, despite doing your best to control yourself. The spikes continue to fight back against you, and you feel almost as though blood is dripping out of the cage, down to the floor, but Miss $Gray keeps you looking at the footage. It’s a porno that’s interchangeable with the next, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t turned on by it. The woman’s sounds are of both pain and pleasure, and soon enough, the man joins in with the grunts, releasing his semen deep inside her in orgasmic bliss. With the metaphorical credits rolling, your chin gets released from its hold. You try to slow down your breathing, but it’s unnecessary as Miss $Gray soon unlocks your cage. The expected river of blood never comes, and the inside of the tube is as dry as it was before it tortured you. “You’re lucky I don’t force you to wear this one all the time; you have the self control of a gambler.” She locks on your normal cage and reminds you that you’ll need to work harder to earn the key. You recover as she returns to her work, having experienced another session of discipline from your teacher. Miss $Gray tells you to remove the babydoll, and you gratefully put on your normal clothes. With her dismal, you leave Farrix, still feeling the phantom spikes that seem to be digging into you. [[7-1f<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]<</if>>

<<set $FootFetish to $FootFetish + 1>>\ A nervous nod of your head confirms what Miss $Gray thought you would choose. She smiles as she marches behind her desk, with you at her heels - her soon to be shined heels. She waits for you to kneel down beneath her before she sits down. The ground isn’t comfortable, but Miss $Gray slides her chair in to entomb you in your submissive position. Her heels are dangling under your nose like an oncoming sneeze. She moves her shoe to your lips, giving you a small taste. You begin by sucking on the tip of the shoes, trying to engulf it like you were speed running eating ice cream. The display could only be more pathetic if the shoes were open toed. Wetting your appetite, you continue on by sliding your tongue on the curved surface. Even in the dark alcove you’re stuck in, you can see the shoes reflecting from it’s saliva coating. Despite it being an objectively demeaning act, you continue shining her black high heels, while she types away at her computer. When she switches positions, you change your attention to the alternate shoe. Any thoughts of looking up are dismissed in favor of continuing your task like a steadfast steward. You have to uncomfortably move your neck a lot to reach the rest of the shoe, but you’re so committed to the task that you do it. After the toe, you make your way up the main body of the shoe, working the part closest to her actual heel, before teasing yourself by cleaning the stiletto. Its phallic shape makes it the most demeaning part, but you find yourself enjoying it more than the others. You can feel your chastity cage leaking, with lines of precum being strung to your thigh. After an immeasurable amount of time, Miss $Gray stands, allowing you to return to your feet. After so long in your submissive pose, your knees ache. But you can’t help but feel the task wasn’t done, having missed the underside of the shoe. You recover as she returns to her work, having experienced another session of discipline from your teacher. Miss $Gray tells you to remove the babydoll, and you thankfully put on your normal clothes. With her dismal, you leave Farrix. [[7-1f<-Continue][$L to $L + 2, $H to $H + 1]]

Though she might try to hide it behind her stoic expression, you can tell your teacher is shocked at your refusal to lick her shoes. “Very well, I have a more tormenting idea in mind anyway.” <<set $S to $S + 3, $L to $L + 3>>”Given your recent behavior, I had actually been meaning to punish you anyway, so this makes for a great opportunity to remind you of your place.” Of all the ways you expected this disciplining to go, you did not expect her to kneel down in front of you and unlock your cage. Unsurprisingly, having a woman kneeling in front of you quickly brings your member to attention. A look of disgust originates from Miss $Gray . “I’d avoid that if I were you.” She moves over to her desk, and takes out a small box from one of the many draws. Returning just in front of you, she opens the container to reveal another chastity cage, seemingly identical to the one you’re accustomed to. Despite your best efforts, your penis is still hard like a rock. Taking a more hands on approach, Miss $Gray grasps your balls in her soft hands, but her grip soon reflects the tensed state of your penis. The pain quickly ends any sexual thoughts, and shortly after - your intrusive erection. Only when you’re completely soft, she wraps the new chastity cage around your flaccid cock, and locks it in place. It feels slightly different from your usual bondage, as if something inside is tickling your penis. “Now sit down, and enjoy the show.” On the large board at the front of the classroom, Miss $Gray displays a video, not one you’d expect to see in school. The footage shows a woman undressing, down to her most intimate lingerie, not dissimilar from what you’re wearing right now. She moves provocatively, and you quickly feel your penis return to life, as if it had just forgotten what happened to it barely a moment ago. You realize $Miss $Gray is sinisterly beaming with happiness, and it soon becomes obvious why. Your dick begins to scream in pain, with the inside of the chastity cage biting into your expanding cock with dozens of rows of spikes. You gasp and slam your head down on the desk to try and brace against the pain. “Don’t think you can escape by doing that.” Your sadistic teacher yanks you by your hair, and you have to sit back up to stop the torture. With the spikes still digging into your penis like ants burrowing in dirt, Miss $Gray pauses your chin to observe the pornography. “Learn to control yourself $name .” You have no choice but to keep watching as the nearly naked woman gets joined by an even further undressed man. His cock begins to do what yours cannot, and extends to full size. She yelps as he takes her from behind, shoving his lance into her vagina. The action only serves to make you harder, despite doing your best to control yourself. The spikes continue to fight back against you, and you feel almost as though blood is dripping out of the cage, down to the floor, but Miss $Gray keeps you looking at the footage. It’s a porno that’s interchangeable with the next, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t turned on by it. The woman’s sounds are of both pain and pleasure, and soon enough, the man joins in with the grunts, releasing his semen deep inside her in orgasmic bliss. With the metaphorical credits rolling, your chin gets released from its hold. You try to slow down your breathing, but it’s unnecessary as Miss $Gray soon unlocks your cage. The expected river of blood never comes, and the inside of the tube is as dry as it was before it tortured you. “You’re lucky I don’t force you to wear this one all the time; you have the self control of a gambler.” She locks on your normal cage and reminds you that you’ll need to work harder to earn the key. You recover as she returns to her work, having experienced another session of discipline from your teacher. Miss $Gray tells you to remove the babydoll, and you gratefully put on your normal clothes. With her dismal, you leave Farrix, still feeling the phantom spikes that seem to be digging into you. [[7-1f<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

Turning around, the woman guarding the changing rooms is looking at you. “Did it fit your girlfriend? If not, there are other sizes in the back. I can ask someone to get them if you’d like.” A rush of relief rushes over you like a tidal wave. “Oh, no, it’s fine, thank you.” You give her a smile and walk out the store. [[Mall<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S + 2]]

<<if $S lt 0>><<set $S to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $L lt 0>><<set $L to 0>><</if>>\ <<set $AnimeRandom to random(1, 3)>>\ <<if $Candles is 1 and $AnimeTime is 1 and $AnimeRandom is 1>><<set $L to $L - 1>><</if>> <<if $Candles is 1 and $AnimeTime is 2 and $AnimeRandom gt 1>><<set $L to $L - 1>><</if>> <<if $Candles is 1 and $AnimeTime is 3 and $AnimeRandom gt 0>><<set $L to $L - 1>><</if>>\ <<if $AnimeTime is 1>><<set $S to $S - 1, $L to $L - 1, $H to $H + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $AnimeTime is 2>><<set $S to $S - 2, $L to $L - 3, $H to $H + 2>><</if>>\ <<if $AnimeTime is 3>><<set $S to $S - 3, $L to $L - 3, $H to $H + 3>><</if>>\ <<set $AnimeTime to 0>>\ [img[Images/R - Game controller.jpg]] <<if $GameLoop is 0>><<set $GameLoop to 1>>You’re always happy to play this trilogy, which has a warm place in your heart thanks to the loveable cast. Even if your squadmates can be idiots, you’re happy to have them on your side, because you can’t make this on your own. You blast your way through galactic threats while ten-timing the crew, from the ones with great asses to the ones who are too busy calibrating. Sadly, the lizard people can't be romanced, but at least they evolved. And sure, the ending hits like a ruined orgasm, but it’s the build that’s so legendary that it makes the climax forgivable. So long, game.\ <<elseif $GameLoop is 1>><<set $GameLoop to 2>>//I don’t care what you’re the lord of, you’re going down// Or so you’d like to think, but the Cthulhu summoned beast puts up a strong resistance, so strong that you’re defeated once more, your gravestones piling up like cordwood. The nurse wasn’t nearly as helpful as you’d been promised, but you can’t stay mad at her and her 32 bit boobs. Dejected, you decide if you should spend the rest of your days catching bunnies or catching fish for an ungrateful child. Maybe both.\ <<elseif $GameLoop is 2>><<set $GameLoop to 3>>//How does he even get them trophies here?// Maybe you’ll never know, but you want that dopamine rush of gliding at that essential angle to get it anyway. Maybe he’s right. Maybe you are just a monkey trying to complete his tasks. Or maybe the only person capable of saving the world should stop going after green goodies and instead hop in his tank to save the day. //Screw that, give me that fucking trophy//\ <<elseif $GameLoop is 3>><<set $GameLoop to 0>> One the one hand, you never quite understood how a zombie could have feelings after death, how he could still smoke, or why he couldn’t just pee in his undead pants, but sometimes it’s better to not ask questions. But you and your favorite anti-hero have something in common: a love of boobs, because damn, that love interest is hot, even in that 50’s style dress, or maybe even because of it.<</if>> <<if $H lt 23>>[[Game station<-+1 more hour][$AnimeTime to 1]]<<else>>==+1 more hour==<</if>>\ - <<if $H lt 22>>[[Game station<-+2 more hours][$AnimeTime to 2]]<<else>>==+2 more hours==<</if>>\ - <<if $H lt 21>>[[Game station<-+3 more hours][$AnimeTime to 3]]<<else>>==+3 more hours==<</if>> [[Computer<-Return to computer]] <<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return to your room]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return to your room]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return to your room]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return to your room]]<</if>>

<<set $S to $S - 3>>\ Awakened by nothing, you’re drowsy, stirring from your impromptu nap with a heavy head and bad breath. Despite that, you’re calmer, and looking down at your clothes, you don’t feel turned on; you feel in touch with yourself. [[Room 0<-Continue]]

<<if $CC2 is 2>><<set $CC2 to 3>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 1>><<set $GrayChastityFail to 0>><</if>>\ Before you walk to Farrix, you ensure your chastity cage is locked. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] As per Miss $Gray 's new instructions, you enter her room prior to your lesson, so that she can give you an inspection. She’s already at her desk, typing away at the computer. "Nice to see you can sometimes follow rules" she says as she comes out from behind her desk, and you approach. "Now, show me you can follow the rest." [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] As requested, you unzip your pants. <<if $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>>Miss $Gray plays with the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. She smiles at seeing your panties complimenting the hosiery. "Panties and tights, just as requested. Thank you, $name ."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>"No hosiery, $name? Did you get a run in them? Maybe you should start carrying a spare." Miss $Gray then inspects your underwear. "At least you have a pair of pretty panties."\ <<elseif $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>Miss $Gray pulls at the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. "Boxers, $name , really? They’re so inappropriate underneath hosiery, and uncomfortable too, I imagine. You continue to disappoint me."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 2>>"What's this? Did you forget what school you're attending?" She sighs at your lack of hosiery and panties.<</if>> <<if $CC2 is 4>><<set $EscapeChastity to 13>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. Unfortunately for your future, it isnot, and Miss $Gray quickly does the math. “I never gave you the key.” She stares you dead in the face, as though she were trying to turn you to stone, and boy does that sound preferable right now. “How on earth could that have happened?” She sarcastically remarks, allowing your fear to reach even greater heights. Undoubtedly she knows you connived your way out. “Did it just fall off?” “Well?” Your chin sinks to your chest. There’s not enough courage in the world to let you fight this battle. You simply remain silent, which makes you compare yourself to a child hiding in the sheets to protect themselves from a monster, except in this instance, the monster is very much real. “I hope you have the imagination to come up with a good excuse by lunch, because I need to think of an appropriate punishment for this.”\ <<elseif $GrayChastityFail is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated. “Poor sissy. All locked up with no way to get your key until next week. Don’t bother crying, it’ll just make me laugh.” <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”Thanks to that urethral tube, I’m sure you’ll have an extra uncomfortable time whenever you attempt to get hard, but why don’t you try anyway? It’s so fun to watch you squirm.”\ <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”I shouldn’t have to check, but since you were such a naughty sissy, I still will.” She teases the head of your cock through the slit in the chastity cage. Just the touch of her fingernail leaves you wanting to beg for freedom. ”Sadly, I’ve still decided when I’ll let you earn that key back. Oh well.”\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 or $CC2 is 2>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 1>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1, $GrayChastityFail to 1, $GrayChastiyFailCount to $GrayChastityFailCount + 1, $CC2 to 3>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear. Glaring at your unrestrained penis, she quickly becomes irate. “You ungrateful waste of space. I show you immense kindness by giving you the key to your clitty cage, and you repay my generosity by neglecting the thirty seconds it would take to lock it back up. Such disobedience is more than deserving of a punishment, but a detention wouldn’t be even close to what you deserve. In fact, to teach you the importance of locking yourself back up, I think the only suitable consequence is for you to go a while with no access to your little disgrace.” Searching behind her desk, she retrieves another chastity cage, identical to the one you were supposed to wear today. With a grip over your balls that threatens to castrate you, she installs the new device with the efficiency of an expert Rubik’s cube solver. “No matter what you do, you’re not getting this key back until next Monday. I’m sure some time locked away will teach you proper manners, but if it doesn’t, I can always be stricter.”<</if>> <<if $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs gt 6>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>Miss $Gray looks at your legs. "Really? How could you let your legs grow this disgusting? Be sure to shave them and they'll look and feel much better." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 3>>Miss $Gray lightly strokes your leg. "Don't you just love the feeling of freshly shaven legs? So smooth, so feminine. Keep it up."\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 7 and $ShaveLegs gt 2>>Miss $Gray admires your legs. "Smooth, be sure to keep it up." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 1 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>"And don't think that I hadn't noticed that you haven't shaved your legs yet. It will make your hosiery feel much more pleasant." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 2>><<set $OrderToShave to 4>>"And don't think I didn't notice your shaven legs" she remarks, stroking your smooth skin. "Don't they make your legs feel much more womanly? I doubt you will need to complain about your hosiery ever again." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 3>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR + 1, $OrderToShave to 4>>"Are those what I think they are?" She asks, stroking your shaven legs. "How smooth. Don't they make your legs feel so womanly, so feminine? I'm so proud of you, doing this without any encouragement. Since everyone else at Farrix shaves their legs regularly, I see no reason why shouldn't have to from now on, though I doubt you will complain at that." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<else>>She then lets you dress yourself again.<</if>> <<if $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] is 3>> Miss $Gray admires your flats. "Such cute shoes, $name . Make sure to keep wearing them."\ <<elseif $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] isnot 3>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>> "I'm sure you would much prefer to be wearing a pair of cute flats, so where are they?"<</if>>\ <<if $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 1>> Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. "Nice to see you can remember this" she taunts, pressing down on the butt plug inside you. "I'm sure it will be harder for you to daydream in class when you have this constantly reminding you of its presence."\ <<elseif $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1, $TimesSpanked to $TimesSpanked + 1>> Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. The silent room is quickly filled with a shriek from you as her hand slaps your butt cheeks. "I thought I made it clear that you will wear a butt plug from now on." Several more times you cry out as her hand hits you.<</if>><<if $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 1>> \ She cups her hand gently against your chest, confirming the sports bra underneath your shirt. "Do you like someone feeling your breasts?" She laughs at the uncomfortable expression that your face curls into.\ <<elseif $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>> \ She presses her hand against your chest. When she senses that there’s no bra beneath your shirt, she looks disappointed.<</if>> <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>"It is extremely disappointing that you can't follow the most basic of instructions $name . Come here at lunch for your punishment."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -1>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<else>>“Your behavior has been better as of late. Keep it up.”<</if>> <<if $L lt 7 or $L gt 6 and $SportsBraOrder is 1>>She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for your lesson to commence.\ <<elseif $L gt 6 and $SportsBraOrder is 0>><<set $SportsBraOrder to 1>>As Miss $Gray heads back behind her desk, she knocks over a large stack of paper. You hear her swear under her breath as she bends over to pick them up, giving you a perfect view of her breasts thanks to her poorly buttoned blouse. You’re so turned on and frustrated from your locked up penis that you don’t even move to help her, so when she flicks her head back up she sees you staring at her chest without any degree of subtlety. “Really? You couldn’t at least pretend to not look at these?” She leans back up, swiveling her chest slightly to tease you with her boobs even more. “Given all the girls you’re around all day I’m surprised you haven’t grown used to seeing a pair of tits.” You shamefully stare at the ground. “Do you not understand how uncomfortable it could make a girl feel, to have a pervert like you staring at their boobs all day? Perhaps you need to feel self conscious yourself so that you can be more empathetic.” She thinks for a moment, the silence worsening your nerves. “Yes, you need to understand what a girl goes through. Starting from tomorrow, you’ll need to wear a sports bra everyday.” “A sports bra?” “Yes, they have a small amount of padding to help you feel more feminine, and enough to make you worry about what you have under that shirt.” You feel inclined to argue with her more, but you know the rest of the class will be here soon, and your protests have never exactly been effective against her, so you resign yourself to your seat.<</if>> [[7-5b<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 8>>\ <<set $M to 0>>\ The students begin to file in around you. <<if $JenLevel is 0 or $JenLevel is 1>>Your classmates have largely gotten used to you by now, though they all no doubt still see you as being somewhere you do not belong.\ <<elseif $JenLevel is 2>>There’s some unintelligible whispers from some of the class as they enter, among some giggles and cruel words that you’re more than used to being called. “Sissy” particularly stands out to you as this being $Jen ‘s doing. Thankfully, it’s only a few of them, and the mockery, coming from a select few stops after a moment.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 2>>There’s conversations as usual that are had by the entering classmates, but from what you pick up, the topic is awfully different than the usual discourse. There’s a lot of laughter and staring at you from what seems like half the class, and the words they throw around, which vary from whispers to average conversational volume, seem either feminine or demeaning. You pick out several instances of “sissy” “loser” and “pathetic”.<</if>> $Ash sits next to you as usual, and you whisper a quiet "hello" to her. <<if $AshMad is 1>>She either doesn't seem to notice, or care.\ <<elseif $AshR lt 1>>She barely seems to acknowledge your presence past anything more than a small glance in your general direction.\ <<elseif $AshR is 1>>She gives you a wide smile and a flirty wink before taking out her work books.\ <<elseif $AshR gt 1>>She gives you a wide smile, a flirty wink, and even a lingering stare at your crotch.<</if>> [img[Images/Desk Ash.jpg]] The lesson soon begins. <<if $GrayR lt 0>>Miss $Gray seems to be harsher to you today. She demands you answer more questions than she does the other students, and is crueler to you when you get them wrong, and barely affirms your answer when you get them right.<<elseif $GrayR gt - 1>>Despite the pre-class inspection, Miss $Gray barely seems to care about you during the lesson, which you certainly wouldn't complain about.<</if>> <<if $L gt 8>>During the lesson, though, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes lustfully wander to the other students in the class. Miss $Gray seems to have noticed, as a subtle scowls goes your way.<<elseif $L lt 9>>Despite the ample distractions around you in the form of attractive women, you manage to listen diligently.<</if>><<if $ButtPlugA is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>> The butt plug filling your rear isn’t helping the situation, however, and leaves you even more turned on.<</if>><<if $CK[2] is 3>> Though you hope your classmates remain oblivious to your choice in footwear, it proves hard to not play with them. [img[Images/Flats PlayG.gif]]<</if>> <<if $AshR gt 1 and $GrayR gt -2 and $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $AshMad is 0>>The lesson ends, and you breathe a sigh of over being away from Miss $Gray, at least for a couple of hours. $Ash reminds you to meet her if you’d like to hang out at lunch, before heading off in a different direction.\ <<elseif $AshSex is 1 and $Day3 is 3>><<set $AshSex to 2>>Once the lesson is finished, you walk out with $Ash . She cuts your small talk off almost as soon as you start. “I’m ready.” You look at her, slightly confused for a second. “I want to have sex with you. Come meet me on Sunday, and be sure to not have your cage on.” After so much effort put into popping your cherry, you can’t believe it’s finally happening. You say goodbye to each other, your dick doing it’s best to get hard despite it’s confines.\ <<elseif $AshMad is 1>>The lessons ends, and as though she was deathly allergic to you, $Ash has already left.\ <<elseif $AshR gt 1>>The lesson ends, and you breathe a sigh of over being away from Miss $Gray, at least for a couple of hours. $Ash asks if you’d like to hang out at lunch, but because of your overbearing teacher, you can’t. She sighs disappointedly before heading off in a different direction.\ <<elseif $AshR lt 2>>The lesson ends. As you look to your left to chat with $Ash , you’re saddened to realize that she’s already left.<</if>> [[7-5c<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 10>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> <<if $EscapeChastity is 13>>[[5/6/7 Escape Lunch Punish<-Continue to lunch]]\ <<else>>[[7-5d Lunch<-Continue to lunch][$H to 12]]<</if>>

<<set $M to 0>>\ <<set $H to 16>>\ <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 0 and $Day3 is 5 or $GrayChastityFail is 1 and $Day3 is 5 or $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>><<set $AshSex to 3>>You’re walking out of Farrix as you’re accustomed to when $Jen intercepts. Also as you’re used to, she leads you into the toilets. [img[Images/Jen toilets.jpg]] “You know, I always thought it was weird that a boy was attending Farrix, but then I started to notice how you’re early to see Miss $Gray everyday, and how your dick is always in a cage when you’re here.” “You noticed that?” “I’m observant.” You can’t believe what she was able to figure out alone, and the prospect of your blackmailer having even more on you is terrifying. “Well if you want more money from me, why don’t you try blackmailing Miss $Gray instead!” “I’m not trying to get more money from you. I was only able to figure it out because I don’t trust Miss $Gray , and if you’ve got someone else controlling you in the same way I do, then…then maybe I’ve been too cruel to you. In fact, I actually think I can help you.” Shocked by her reflection on her actions, you explain how Miss $Gray keeps hold of your chastity key while you’re at Farrix, and even when you’re not. “I have an idea to help you make sure her key isn’t the only thing that can unlock you. Now that I know what’s going on, I think it will work. If you come meet me tomorrow, I’ll have a solution for you.” She doesn’t elaborate further, as she rushes out, leaving you confused in her trail. //Is this my chance to finally be free of Miss $Gray ?//\ <<elseif $Day3 is 5>><<set $AshSex to 3>>You’re walking to see Miss $Gray as you’re accustomed to when $Jen intercepts. Also as you’re used to, she leads you into the toilets. “You know, I always thought it was weird that a boy was attending Farrix, but then I started to notice how you’re early to see Miss $Gray everyday, and how your dick is always in a cage when you’re here.” “You noticed that?” “I’m observant.” You can’t believe what she was able to figure out alone, and the prospect of your blackmailer having even more on you is terrifying. “Well if you want more money from me, why don’t you try blackmailing Miss $Gray instead!” “I’m not trying to get more money from you. I was only able to figure it out because I don’t trust Miss $Gray , and if you’ve got someone else controlling you in the same way I do, then…then maybe I’ve been too cruel to you. In fact, I actually think I can help you.” Shocked by her reflection on her actions, you explain how Miss $Gray keeps hold of your chastity key while you’re at Farrix, and even when you’re not. “I have an idea to help you make sure her key isn’t the only thing that can unlock you. Now that I know what’s going on, I think it will work. If you come meet me tomorrow, I’ll have a solution for you.” She doesn’t elaborate further, as she rushes out, leaving you confused in her trail. After recovering, you finish your journey to your teacher, but when you enter room 68, you wish you hadn’t. “Do you think I like waiting for you? If you don’t value this key, then why do you deserve it? I think I’ll have to hang on to it for this weekend to teach you a lesson.” You’re about to explain that you were caught up talking to someone, but between $Jen ‘s potential solution, as well as Miss $Gray ‘s resolution, you opt not to. After a brief, disingenuous, apology you walk out with a cocky stride. //Is this my chance to finally be free of Miss $Gray ?//\ <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Before, this might mean Miss $Gray would return the key to your chastity cage, but since you were foolish enough to let her discover you escaped it, she has no intentions of letting you out. In fact, having the key won't solve anything. It’s the broken key already in the lock that’s the issue.\ <<elseif $GrayChastityFail is 1>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Of course, after “taking advantage of her generosity” in letting you have the key, she has no intention of letting you out until next Monday, and even then, you have to earn it.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>><<set $CC2 to 2>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Unless, of course, they are locked in a chastity cage, in which case they must go see Miss $Gray . You enter room 68 after the class empties. "Ah, $name , I'm glad to see you care about something" she comments, removing the key from her necklace. "Enjoy your freedom tonight. I’ll be taking it away again soon enough, though maybe your little thing has grown used to having a tube inside it." She then slides the key across the table, and you hastily grab it. "Don't lose it" She jests. [img[Images/Gray key.jpg]] //Freedom!// You leave the classroom before Miss $Gray finds another way to ruin your day.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0>><<set $CC2 to 2>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Unless, of course, they are locked in a chastity cage, in which case they must go see Miss $Gray . You enter room 68 after the class empties. "Ah, $name , I'm glad to see you care about something" she comments, removing the key from her necklace. "Enjoy your freedom tonight. I’ll be taking it away again soon enough." She then slides the key across the table, and you hastily grab it. "Don't lose it" She jests. [img[Images/Gray key.jpg]] //Freedom!// You leave the classroom before Miss $Gray finds another way to ruin your day.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Normally, you would go to Miss $Gray at this time, but with you not following her rules, she wouldn't give you the key even if you did go to room 68.<</if>> [[7-5f<-Finish the day]]

<<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] <<if $CC2 is 3 and $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>>You walk out of Farrix, with the key to the cage perpetually penetrating your urethra around the necklace of Miss $Gray .\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 and $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>You walk out of Farrix. Thanks to your recklessness, the actual key to your cage is broken inside the lock, and the copy key at home is useless. Who knows when you’ll next be allowed out?\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 and $EscapeChastity is 13>>You walk out of Farrix. The key to your chastity cage is around Miss $Gray ‘s necklace, but you have a perfect duplicate waiting to be used at home.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 2 and $EscapeChastity is 13>>You walk out of Farrix. The key to your chastity cage is safely in your pocket, but you have a perfect replica waiting at home anyway.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3>>You walk out of Farrix, with your chastity key still around Miss $Gray 's necklace, wondering what to do with the rest of your day.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 2>>You walk out of Farrix, with your chastity key in your pocket, wondering what to do with the rest of your day.<</if>> <<if $A lt 2 and $S gt 9>>[[Alex 2 Alt<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] You feel too stressed to not go straight home\ <<elseif $A lt 2 and $S lt 10>>[[Alex 2 Alt<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] [[Alex 2 Alt<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]\ <<elseif $A is 2 and $S gt 9>>[[Room 0<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] You feel too stressed to not go straight home\ <<elseif $A is 2 and $S lt 10>>[[Room 0<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] [[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>> <<if $EscapeChastity is 3>>[[Escape Chastity 3a<-Go to the printing lab]]<</if>>

<<set $M to $M + 30>><<set $AshSex to 4>>\ Sandwiched between nerves and eagerness, you approach $Jen ‘s house, the expensive structure as intimidating as it was before. You’re about to knock on the door when $Jen opens it. “Hey, come on in.” Rather than go to her bedroom, she takes you to the living room, where there’s a suspicious box sitting on the table. She sits down on one of the luxurious gray sofas. Not wanting to appear too forward, you sit on a different one, perpendicular to her, with the table resting in the middle. “I just got this today.” She grabs the package from the surface, scratching at the tape in order to open it. Inside, among many other small boxes, she takes out one that looks very familiar. You can’t quite place where you’ve seen it before, but the mystery soon becomes unraveled when you see its contents. In her hand, $Jen holds a chastity cage, one identical to your own. [img[Images/CC1.jpg]] “I don’t get it. How can this help me?” <<if $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>She rolls her eyes in response. “Well, I figure that all these chastity cages are mass produced, right? So they’re all the same.” She can see from your blank stare you don’t understand. “And if the cages are the same, then so are the locks. And if the locks are the same, then…” she holds a key out, identical to the one you’re used to seeing. “Does that look familiar?” Your heart sinks. “Yeah, but…” Instead of having to explain the awkward situation, you simply expose your presently, and likely permanently, chastised cock. You point your finger at the lock, noting the key that’s broken inside. “Oh.” $Jen looks disheartened. Not nearly as much as you, but still, much more than you’d expect from her. “I’m…sorry I got your hopes up.” <</if>>\ <<if $EscapeChastity isnot 14 and $FSounding isnot 0>>She rolls her eyes in response. “Well, I figure that all these chastity cages are mass produced, right? So they’re all the same.” She can see from your blank stare you don’t understand. “And if the cages are the same, then so are the locks. And if the locks are the same, then…” she holds a key out, identical to the one you’re used to seeing. “Does that look familiar?” You can’t hide the biggest smile you’ve ever smiled at seeing the tiny piece of metal. You snatch it from her hands like a child on Christmas Day. You’re about to strip down to test it when $Jen looks at you.\ <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>It’s awkward for a while, and in the end, you just leave, without uttering a “goodbye.” [[Room 0<-Continue][$AshSex to 3]]\ <<elseif $CC2 is 4 and $JenR gt 1>>She gives you a nod of encouragement, and you lower your pants and underwear to unlock your…cage “You came here for a key when you…already had one?” $Jen asks, visibly and audibly perplexed. “I guess I’m just so used to being in a cage that I forgot.” You awkwardly laugh. [[Jen 7b<-Continue]]<</if>> <<if $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0 or $CC2 is 4 and $JenR gt 1>>\ <<elseif $JenR lt -1>>”I don’t think so.” She swipes it back just as fast. “You may have two women badgering you, but I don’t think that’s reason for me to stop. No, if you want this, you have to earn it.” You’d get on your knees and beg if you felt it would do anything other than draw her humiliating remarks. “What do you want?” You can’t be surprised at her answer. “Money.” “Let me guess, 50$?” “No, I want all of it.” “You can’t be serious.” “It’s a small price to pay for the privilege of having your penis back.” [[Jen 7 Kiss/Pay<-Pay her]] [[Jen 7 Refuse<-Refuse to pay her][$AshSex to 3]]\ <<elseif $JenR lt 2>>”Actually” she takes the key back from your hands. “How about you earn it?” “What do you want?” It takes her a moment to think of something, as if she wasn’t prepared. What you weren’t prepared for though, was for her to turn around and bend over, letting her butt wave in your face. ”I want you to kiss my ass.” “For real?” “As real as this key.” [[Jen 7 Kiss/Pay<-Kiss her ass]] [[Jen 7 Refuse<-Refuse to kiss her ass][$AshSex to 3]]\ <<elseif $JenR gt 1>><<set $CC2 to 1>>”Go ahead, I’ve shoved a plug up your ass, so there’s not much you can show me that’s a shock.” You laugh slightly, but your hand is like a lightning bolt, shooting into your underwear to unlock the cage. A satisfying click sends a rush of happiness over you. It works. You rush over to $Jen and give her a hug, your pants still down. “Thank you.” She seems to be happy that you’re happy, with a similar sense of glee across her face. [[Jen 7b<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $W7J1 to 2, $JenAlert to 1>>\ <<set $W7J2 to 2, $JenAlert to 1>>\ “I suppose I should leave now.” You're gleefully ambling away when $Jen gives a surprising reply. “Actually, you could stay if you want.” “Really? I thought you might have plans with your boyfriend.” That’s not even the biggest issue in your mind - you’re surprised she actually wants to hang out with you. “Well I did, but they kind of fell through. But it’s up to you.” [[Room 0<-Leave][$H to $H + 3]] [[Jen 7c<-Stay][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $JenTheater to 0, $JenBasement to 0, $JenDiningRoom to 0, $JenGarage to 0, $JenBathroom to 0, $Jen7Closet1 to 0, $JenCloset2 to 0>>\ You agree to stay, but are unsure what $Jen would want to do. “Cool. How about we play a game.” “I didn’t think you’d be into video games. What were you thinking of?” “Oh, well I’m not. How about something a little old fashioned? You hide, and I’ll find you.” Mocking giggles exit your smiling mouth. “Are we 12 now?” “Hey, don’t diss the classics. Besides, you don’t know half the rooms in this place, so it should be fun. Go on, I’ll start counting.” “Really?” “1…2…” You turn around and look at your surroundings. The living room is a dead end, so you walk back out the door. [[Jen 7 Center<-Continue]]

<<set $JenDiningRoom to 0>>\ You stand in the large central area of the house, which has many doors connected to it, as well as two sets of stairs leading to the next story. [[Jen 7 Dining Room<-Dining room]] [[Jen 7 Theater<-Theater]] [[Jen 7 Garage<-Garage]] [[Jen 7 Basement<-Basement]] [[Jen 7 Upstairs<-Upstairs]]

<<if $JenDiningRoom is 0>>You walk into the expansive dining room. There’s a large wooden table running through the center, with enough chairs to seat 12 people, as well as an ornamented chandler hanging above. Matching sets of drawers and cabinets line one of the walls parallel to the table, filled with china and cutlery so fancy it’ll likely never be used. //Well, you can’t have your cake and eat it too// The room leads to the kitchen, which can be seen directly thanks to a paneless window connecting the two. [[Jen 7 Kitchen<-Kitchen]] [[Jen 7 Dining Room<-Hide under table][$H to $H + 1, $JenDiningRoom to 1]] [[Jen 7 Center<-Return]] <<else>>You decide the simplest option is the best, and crawl under the table. The white skirt of the table cloth gives you some cover, but if $Jen decides to check under it, you’ve lost. //She’ll never check under the table. How could she match this genius?// After a while, you’ve not been disturbed. Hell, your aching knees are more of an issue than being caught. But eventually you hear the door open. There are some footsteps that get closer, culminating close by. You look to your right to see $Jen ‘s face, smiling profusely. “Really? Under the table?” You’re happy as well, but more to get back to your feet. “Well it took you long enough to find me.” “Well maybe I thought you would have a better hiding place.” “That’s exactly why it works so well.” The two of you share a laugh. It’s an alien sense of innocence, a moment of pure joy. [[Jen 7d<-Continue]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Jen Theater.jpg]] <<if $JenTheater is 0>>You enter the room which soon reveals itself to be a theater. It’s relatively small, with only 8 chairs to view the large screen at the front. The seats are luxurious, and spaced out in 2 rows of 4. A projector sits in the middle of them for more classical viewing. There’s an alcove created from several shelving units at the back of the room, which are tall enough to hide behind. Considering the darkness of the room, you figure it would be a good place to hide. [[Jen 7 Center<-Return]] [[Jen 7 Theater<-Hide][$JenTheater to 1]]\ <<else>>You scamper behind the wooden shelves, which you can now see are lined with DVDs and video tapes. While you wait, you make use of the reading material. You realize the media is arranged by decade and then alphabetized. You do your best to entertain yourself by looking at the cover images, paying close attention to the action movies with women posed sexually. Eventually, you hear the door crack open, followed by approaching footsteps. They soon stop, though. Slowly looking up, you see $Jen leering at you. “Wow, this was the best you could do?” “Sorry, I’m just amazed you have a movie theater in your house.” “Eh, it was cool for a while, but you get used to it.” $Jen sees the film in your hand “is that your taste in movies, or in women?” You hope your blushing cheeks can't be seen in the dark of the room. [[Jen 7d<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $L to $L + 1]]<</if>>

<<if $JenGarage is 0>>There’s little natural light in the garage, only tiny beams entering from windows placed on the upper part of the room. The first thing you notice are the two cars, one close to you, and one on the other side of the room, leaving an empty space in the middle to fit a third. The one right in front of you is dazzling. The red sports car is like something from a childhood dream. It’s sleek design keeps it low to the ground, but it’s red paint job ensures it attracts all eyes. A tiny peek inside through the tinted windows doesn’t reveal much, but the mystery only makes it seem more attractive. Moving to the other side of the room, you admire the second car. The sedan is much more modest than it’s counterpart. The black design gives it a very official look. Whatever $Jen ‘s folks do, it both pays well, and is important. [[Jen 7 Garage<-Hide][$JenGarage to 1]] [[Jen 7 Center<-Return]]\ <<else>>The only place you think you could hide in is under the cars, so you lay prone and shuffle under the black sedan. There’s little room, and any time you lift your head slightly up, you bang your head against the underside of the vehicle. After 10 minutes, you find a comfortable position, with your head tilted to the side, but your arm serving as a cushion. It feels like an hour before $Jen walks in. She does a quick lap around the room when she stops a step before the doorway. You can see her lean over to check under the sports car. She doesn’t find you there, but she can see past it to discover your hiding spot. $Jen walks over to you as you’re crawling out, relieved to be back to your feet. “They’re awesome, aren’t they?” “Have you ever driven them?” $Jen starts laughing “my dad practically has a heart attack whenever I touch them, so no. He doesn’t even carry the keys to the sports car on him, they’re in his safe.” [[Jen 7d<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Jen Basement.jpg]] <<if $JenBasement is 0>>A creaky door reveals a wooden staircase that leads down to the basement. Even the first few steps reveal the neglect it faces, with cobwebs hanging overhead like fairy lights. You navigate through them to find the rest of the basement in disrepair. The dark doesn’t help, but you see several diamond shaped holes stacked up to create a wall, likely for storing wine, but they remain empty. You tentatively move, feeling your way around the room. You kick several objects. There are a few wine bottles, as well as some planks, but there’s nothing of note. [[Jen 7 Basement<-Hide][$JenBasement to 1]] [[Jen 7 Center<-Return]]\ <<else>>You find a corner somewhat secluded in the shadow of a barrel, and slide down to a crouching position. It feels like hours in the dark before you hear anything. You didn’t notice a light switch on your descent, but you realize you missed it when the room fills with color. You can hear $Jen approaching, but you have to give yourself up when you see a spider crawling next to you, inches from your arm. “Ahhhh!” You run out, practically leaping into $Jen’s arms. “What is it?” “There was a spider.” She starts giggling. “Really? That’s what made you start screaming like a little girl?” “It was huge!” “Really, like this big?” She demonstrates with her fingers, dragging them a few inches apart. “Well no, a little smaller.” She keeps smiling “come on fraidy cat, let’s get you away from the scary basement monsters.” [[Jen 7d<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S + 1]]<</if>>

There aren’t as many rooms upstairs. Looking down over the balcony, you have a view of the ground floor, and can still hear $Jen counting. [[Jen 7 Bedroom<-Bedroom]] [[Jen 7 Bathroom<-Bathroom]] [[Jen 7 Center<-Downstairs]]

<<set $H to $H + 1>>\ The first thing you notice upon entering the door to the kitchen is it’s slightly colder. It’s also amazingly sterile, with every surface wiped clean of any trace of dirt and there are twice as many cookers as you’ve ever seen in a kitchen. Looking around you can’t see a freezer, until you realize there’s another, larger door. Peeking inside through the tiny built-in window, you learn it’s a walk-in freezer. The heavy handle opens the heavy door. You turn the light on to illuminate the vast array of food in the room. You’re walking around inside trying to find a good hiding spot when you hear a disheartening click. //Fuck// A glance to the door confirms the worst. The door has closed shut behind you, and there’s no handle on the inside. You’re stuck. Even though you know it’s pointless, you press against the unbreakable obstacle. There’s nothing you can do to escape, and you doubt shouting at the top of your lungs could even be audible outside the kitchen. The only thing you can do is try and keep warm until $Jen rescues you. Your limited experience of being trapped in freezers doesn’t help, as you don’t know whether to keep moving to stay active or to get yourself in the fetal position to keep yourself warm. It feels like hours before you hear something outside the door. You slowly look up to see $Jen leering at you through the window, a mix of disappointment and happiness across her endearing face. She opens the door and rushes in to quickly drop down to you in your crawled up position. Her arms embrace you to help you get warm. “Shit, are you okay?” “Y..yeah.” “Come on, let's get you out of here.” She helps you to your feet and walks you out of the freezer, where you rest on the kitchen counter. “I can’t believe you fell for that.” Shivering, you struggle to hold a conversation “I..I’m sure you’ve d..done it too.” “True, but a long time ago, when I was small.” “You c..could have warned me.” “I think you’re just a sore loser.” She keeps hugging you “but I am sorry.” You hold eye contact for a moment, and you can tell she’s serious. Perhaps realizing that herself, she lightens the mood “sorry you’re such a sore loser.” [[Jen 7d<-Continue][$JenR to $JenR + 1, $S to $S + 2, $L to $L - 2]]

<<set $JenR to $JenR + 1>>\ <<set $JenKey to 1>>\ You and $Jen return to the living room. “That was fun.” “Sure, if you’re twelve.” $Jen ‘s face remains stoic “that was as funny as it was an hour ago.” Slightly out of breath, the two of you relax on the couch, and turn on the large TV. You notice some of the family pictures lining the walls and shelves. “It’s strange seeing you so young.” $Jen lets out a small laugh. “It feels like so long ago. I hardly even remember taking those pictures since my sister isn’t in any of them. My dad insisted on getting rid of them a while back.” <<if $FDrug is 1>>You consider asking her about her sister. [[Jen 7e Sister<-Ask her about it]] [[Jen 7e<-Ignore it][$H to $H + 2]]\ <<else>>[[Jen 7e<-Continue][$H to $H + 2]]<</if>>

The bedroom is just as you recalled it, but this time, you’re not fearing what’s in store, and are actually having fun with $Jen . Paying more attention now, you see several opportunities to hide. [[Jen 7 Bedroom Closet 1<-Standing closet]] [[Jen 7 Bedroom Closet 2<-2nd door]] [[Jen 7 Bedroom Bed<-Bed]] [[Jen 7 Upstairs<-Return]]

<<if $JenBathroom is 0>>You enter only one of what you assume to be many bathrooms. It’s like any other bathroom you’ve seen, except this one takes up twice the space. The sink is built into a shelf attached to the wall, with matching blue tiles. The surface has a hair dryer and straightener planted on them, with tangled wires attached to a pair of plugs. On the other side of the sink, there’s a small bag of makeup, but the lack of any other storage for the makeup makes you think the bathroom isn’t the bag’s home. A closet in the corner is a somewhat hopeful hiding spot, but opening it reveals several layers of shelves with towels resting on them. The only other hopeful spot is in the bathtub, with the shower curtain drawn. [[Jen 7 Bathroom<-Hide][$JenBathroom to 1, $H to $H + 1]] [[Jen 7 Upstairs<-Return]]\ <<else>>The large bathtub is easy enough to get into and you pull the curtain across. Surprisingly, it’s mostly opaque, giving you more cover than you expected. Making the most of the opportunity to rest, you lay down. You lose track of time while waiting for $Jen, and eventually, you feel your eyes close. The next thing you know, your face is being covered in water and you wake up spitting and trying to cover up. “What the hell?” You turn to see $Jen holding the shower head directly at you, but she soon turns it off. “Was I really taking that long?” “What’s it been, 8 hours? I should have brought my pajamas.” “Very funny” she retorts, throwing a towel at you from across the room, which you use to wipe your drenched face with. $Jen then helps you out. [[Jen 7d<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<if $Jen7Closet1 is 0>>[img[Images/Jen normal closet.jpg]] The fancy piece of furniture stands tall in the bedroom, adding some verticality to the otherwise low room. You open the door. Inside, you’re surprised to see that there’s nothing, at least for the most part. There’s a rail hanging across it’s length, and not a coat hanger danglinging from it, but rather, a pair of handcuffs depending on it. They’re not a kinky pair, but a rigid steel set of bindings to capture someone’s hands. You could hide in here, but $Jen might be embarrassed if she realizes you saw the handcuffs. [[Jen 7 Bedroom<-Return]] [[Jen 7 Bedroom Closet 1<-Hide in the closet][$Jen7Closet1 to 1]]\ <<else>>You clamber into the large wooden box, kneeling down and closing the doors behind you. It’s pitch black bar the slither of light entering through the break in the doors. Eventually, you hear footsteps approaching, followed by the door to the room opening.$Jen checks around her bedroom for a while before the footsteps stop outside your hiding place. “So how long have you been in the closet?” She jokes as her hands pull at the handles. “With how long you took to find me, about an hour.” She stretches out her hand, helping you to your feet. You can’t help but take a final glance at the handcuffs, which $Jen notices. “Don’t ask, but let me say that not all fantasies live up to how you imagine them.” You’re surprised at how nonchalant she is, but also left intrigued by what she meant. [[Jen 7d<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Hanging dresses.jpg]] <<if $JenCloset2 is 0>>The second door doesn’t lead to the expected bathroom. After fumbling around to find a light switch, the room is illuminated, revealing many racks, railings and drawers of clothes. The large walk-in closet is like any fashion connoisseur’s dreams. You walk through, admiring the great amount of clothes $Jen has. There are groups of dresses, skirts, pants, lingerie, jackets, coats, bags and shoes, the last of which line the floor with their stunning heels and dazzling sandals. You could try and hide in the depths of the clothes that are hanging. [[Jen 7 Bedroom<-Return]] [[Jen 7 Bedroom Closet 2<-Hide][$JenCloset2 to 1]]\ <<else>>You decide your best hope at winning would be to hide amongst the clothes, which are densely hanging together like bats. Before you do that, however, you dash over to the light switch, to plunge the room once more into darkness. You stumble back to the clothes, push your way past the coats, while tripping on at least one pair of heels, and hope you’re well hidden. You pass the time running your hands along the various materials of coats, the fur ones being particularly tantalizing to your senses. Eventually, you hear footsteps enter the adjacent room. After they patrol around a bit, the door to your hiding spot creeks open. $Jen turns the light on, and ruffles through her clothes. You’re left a sitting duck as she parts her coats like a curtain, leaving the two of you face to face. “They are nice, aren’t they?” She asks upon noticing you stroking the lining of one of her many jackets. You compliment her taste in fashion, be she shrugs it off “I’ve not worn half of these, and the other half are just make-up presents from my dad, so they pretty much stay here gathering dust.” [[Jen 7d<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]<</if>>

You scramble to the floor and roll under the bed, a hard task given how low to the ground it is, but you hope that $Jen won’t suspect you hiding under here because of that. While waiting for $Jen , you inevitably get bored, and start feeling your surrounding area. Your foot scratches something small and rattly. In response, you tilt your body to try and pull it closer to you, where it reveals itself to be a discarded condom wrapper. There’s nothing inside, but it’s ripped open nature makes you think it was used in a hurry. Eventually, you hear the door open followed by approaching footsteps. You think you hear her open another door, but shortly after, she lowers herself to the floor so that the two of you are face to face. “Under the bed. Real original.” She gives you a hand to pull you out and up. You decide it’s best not to mention the lost condom wrapper. [[Jen 7d<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<if $JenR lt 3>>”What happened to her?” $Jen ‘s silent for a moment, a rare time that she seems genuinely unsure of what to do. “Sorry, but it’s kind of hard to talk about.” You don’t press the issue, but you can tell it’s close to $Jen ‘s heart.\ <<elseif $JenK is 0>><<set $JenK to $JenK + 1>>”What happened to her?” $Jen takes a deep breath. “Well I don’t know if it’s because she fell into a rough crowd when she was in school or if she just wanted to rebel against such a formal upbringing, but my sister used a bunch of drugs. It started off light at first. You wouldn’t notice unless you knew the signs to look out for, I only knew because she trusted me.” “What happened? Did you tell your dad?” “What? No, of course not. But she got worse, started caring about being subtle less. I’m not sure if father knew, but if he did acknowledge it then it would make him look bad to his friends, and that was worse than an addict of a daughter to him. Eventually, all the money she could get as an allowance from him wasn’t enough, so she tried to get money elsewhere.” “Really? What did she do?” “She sta…I’m sorry $name , but this is just too hard for me to talk about.” You can see a pair of tears running down her face “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” “No, it’s fine, it’s not your fault. Curse me for being so sensitive.” She rushes in, wrapping her arms around you. “Most people would consider being sensitive a good thing” you reply, circling her with your own arms, doing your best to comfort her. “Right, but some people can’t afford that luxury.” She slowly pulls away, as if she doesn’t actually want to. “It’s fine, let’s just talk about something else."\ <<elseif $JenK is 1>><<set $JenK to 2>>”What happened to her?” $Jen takes a deep breath. ”Well, do you remember me telling you about how she became addicted to drugs?” You nod your head. “Well to get the money she needed, she started sex work. This was a few years ago before prostitution was legalised, so she was very secretive about it. She probably wouldn’t have told me if I didn’t notice the signs and badgered her about it until she gave in. Anyway, she told me she was just doing fairly light stuff so that she could make ends meet. But one of the last times I saw her, she told me some of the stuff she had been asked to do - and agreed to. I’m not a prude, but hearing some of those things made me hurt for her. It’s not the acts themselves, but you have to be so desperate to do them to a stranger. It was so bad that I almost considered telling our dad. In the end though, I didn’t need to tell him. He found out for himself.” “How? Did he overhear a conversation?” “Well, not quite. My dad denied it vehemently, but my sister said that one night she was on the side of the road, trying to attract people, when he pulled over. Her own dad couldn't even recognise her. He was about to fish out the money from his wallet when he finally realized who he was about to give that money to.” “What happened then?" “I…I’m sorry $name , but I still miss her, and it’s hard to talk about.” It’s obvious she’s upset, so you comfort her on the couch while she does her best to suffocate the tears before they become too noticeable.<</if>> [[Jen 7e<-Continue][$H to $H + 2]]

You two hang out some more until the time comes for you to leave. Bizarrely, you had almost forgotten about why you came here, but you are reminded when $Jen suggests that maybe you should hang out together again, without the pretense of the key. [[Room 0<-Continue][$M to $M + 30, $S to $S - 2]]

<<set $M to $M + 30>>\ <<set $AshSex to 5>>\ <<set $Fem to 31>>\ <<set $PantyhoseTask to 4>>\ After walking the familiar path to $Ash ‘s house, she eagerly opens the door before you even get a chance to knock. “Hey $name !” She greets you inside before leading you upstairs. While her Farrix uniform certainly allows her to dress slutty, her outfit today leaves even less to the imagination. You wipe your sweaty palms on your pants. After years of anticipation and fantasy, you’re about to finally have sex. “Well, we can’t do this with our clothes on, can we?” Suffice to say, $Ash isn’t nervous. She pulls down her already tiny skirt to completely reveal the lower half of her body. Her top joins it on the floor. Despite her normal sultry look, $Ash is clearly stepping up her game for your first time. A black bra frames her boobs like a piece of art to be praised in a museum. A matching thong is all that covers her vagina. As a final touch to the ensemble, $Ash is wearing a lace garter belt around her waist, with their taut straps holding up a pair of sheer stockings that accentuate her beautiful legs. “Like what you see?” Inspired, you strip down from your outfit, revealing your clothes. <<if $Bra is 1 or $SportsBra is 1>>Despite not having anything to fill it out, your bra makes you feel strangely sexy. <</if>><<if $Hosiery is 1 and $CL[2] isnot 101>>Your hosiery similarly makes you feel sexy, though maybe not as much as $Ash ‘s get-up. You take them off, figuring they would be a barrier to the fun despite their alluring nature. <</if>><<if $CL[1] is 101>>The boxers containing your dick feel out of place given your normal attire.<</if>> “You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to this.” $Ash grabs you by the hand, and drags you onto the bed where you lay together. After making out for torturously long, she climbs on top of your legs, and leans forward so that her body is above your cock. She peels your underwear beneath your crotch, ready for one final step before the act. <<if $CC2 gt 1>>”What the fuck is this?” You open your eyes from the lustful bliss to see an enraged $Ash staring at your caged dick. “Is this some kind of joke? I told you to leave this at home. How many women do you get wanting sex from you? Enough to be pulling shit like this? I doubt it.” She gets up from your laying body, where she stands over you, like a statue looking at those walking beneath it. “Do you even have the key? Or did you “forget” it? Or does someone else have it?” You’re too stunned from the barrage of questions, accusations and insults to reply, so $Ash starts pacing up and down. “Oh my…how could I not see this? I thought it was strange, but I never connected the dots until now. But no, this makes perfect sense, it explains everything, and if it requires force, then fine, but I won’t be on the receiving end.” You’re not sure if you should interrupt her monologue or not. Hell, you’re unsure if she even realizes she’s talking out loud. After a minute of silence filled with your nervous uncertainty and her pacing, she snaps her head back at you. “What the fuck are you still waiting for? Leave!” You get up and collect your clothes, barely getting them on before she screams at you again. Your caged cock just cost you everything. You curse your blasted teacher, but ultimately, you know it was easy enough to get out. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S + 3, $L to $L + 4, $AshR to $AshR - 1, $AshMad to 1]]\ <<else>>”Now that’s what I wanted to see: a nice hard cock.” She starts jerking you off, not like you need the extra stimulation to grow to full mast. You have to think of anything but this to keep from cumming, but it’s hard when there’s a nearly naked woman on top of you like this. ==Puppies==//Those boobs// ==Algebra== //Those legs// ==Grandma== //That barely hidden pussy// $Ash stops her hand, but instead, moves forward, and lowers herself onto your dick. Her tight vagina feels godly, unrivaled by any fleshlight, hand or mouth. She lets out a moan, feeling the sensation of a dick inside of her. You do your best to hold back from cumming, but you can’t do anything to stop yourself after seeing the empowering sight of $Ash on top of you, her face contorting in weird ways from the pleasure she’s deriving from your hard cock. You do the same, and for a few seconds reach apotheosis. Feeling unconquerable like a mountain, you bask in the divinity of losing your virginity. When you open your eyes, you see $Ash staring at you the way a parent looks at a child, as if to say “really?” “Did you just…cum?” You’re unsure what would have given it away. Could she see it in your face, or could she feel it inside of her? “I…I , uh…” She pulls herself off your body, and you both see the strings of cum connecting both of your junk. “I’m sorry, I…” You know there are no words that won’t make you seem like a complete loser, so you figure it’s pointless to try. “It’s fine, I guess I was just hoping for more - for someone to actually care about my pleasure. I mean, did you thrust even once? Do you think any girl would find an orgasm in your tiny, premature ejaculating penis?” She starts laughing. “I don’t even think “penis” is fair compared to other guys. Maybe I’ll have to think of something more appropriate.” She stops talking for a moment to put her clothes back on. “I don't know why you’re still hanging around. Congrats, you lost your virginity, now get the fuck out.” Following her command, you get dressed and practically run out before she gets another chance to hurl masculinity-compromising abuse at you. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S + 3, $L to 0, $AshR to $AshR - 1]]<</if>>

<<set $CC2 to 3>>\ <<if $W8H1 is 1>><<set $W8H1 to 2, $HAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W8H2 is 1>><<set $W8H2 to 2, $HAlert to 1>><</if>>\ Before you walk to Farrix, you ensure your chastity cage is locked. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] As per Miss $Gray 's new instructions, you enter her room prior to your lesson, so that she can give you an inspection. She’s already at her desk, typing away at the computer. "Nice to see you can sometimes follow rules" she says as she comes out from behind her desk, and you approach. "Now, show me you can follow the rest." [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] As requested, you unzip your pants. <<if $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>>Miss $Gray plays with the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. She smiles at seeing your panties complimenting the hosiery. "Panties and tights, just as requested. Thank you, $name ."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>"No hosiery, $name? Did you get a run in them? Maybe you should start carrying a spare." Miss $Gray then inspects your underwear. "At least you have a pair of pretty panties."\ <<elseif $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>Miss $Gray pulls at the top of your hosiery, pulling them down slightly to give her a better view of your underwear. "Boxers, $name , really? They’re so inappropriate underneath hosiery, and uncomfortable too, I imagine. You continue to disappoint me."\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101 and $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 2>>"What's this? Did you forget what school you're attending?" She sighs at your lack of hosiery and panties.<</if>> <<if $CC2 is 4>><<set $EscapeChastity to 13>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. Unfortunately for your future, it isnot, and Miss $Gray quickly does the math. “I never gave you the key.” She stares you dead in the face, as though she were trying to turn you to stone, and boy does that sound preferable right now. “How on earth could that have happened?” She sarcastically remarks, allowing your fear to reach even greater heights. Undoubtedly she knows you connived your way out. “Did it just fall off?” “Well?” Your chin sinks to your chest. There’s not enough courage in the world to let you fight this battle. You simply remain silent, which makes you compare yourself to a child hiding in the sheets to protect themselves from a monster, except in this instance, the monster is very much real. “I hope you have the imagination to come up with a good excuse by lunch, because I need to think of an appropriate punishment for this.”\ <<elseif $GrayChastityFail is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated. “Poor sissy. All locked up with no way to get your key until next week. Don’t bother crying, it’ll just make me laugh.” <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 1>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”Thanks to that urethral tube, I’m sure you’ll have an extra uncomfortable time whenever you attempt to get hard, but why don’t you try anyway? It’s so fun to watch you squirm.”\ <<elseif $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. ”I shouldn’t have to check, but since you were such a naughty sissy, I still will.” She teases the head of your cock through the slit in the chastity cage. Just the touch of her fingernail leaves you wanting to beg for freedom. ”Sadly, I’ve still decided when I’ll let you earn that key back. Oh well.”\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 or $CC2 is 2>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear to check that your chastity cage is equipped and properly locked. She confirms it is after playing with it a bit, as if you needed her teasing to feel any more sexually frustrated.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 1>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1, $GrayChastityFail to 1, $GrayChastiyFailCount to $GrayChastityFailCount + 1, $CC2 to 3>>Miss $Gray then pulls down your underwear. Glaring at your unrestrained penis, she quickly becomes irate. “You ungrateful waste of space. I show you immense kindness by giving you the key to your clitty cage, and you repay my generosity by neglecting the thirty seconds it would take to lock it back up. Such disobedience is more than deserving of a punishment, but a detention wouldn’t be even close to what you deserve. In fact, to teach you the importance of locking yourself back up, I think the only suitable consequence is for you to go a while with no access to your little disgrace.” Searching behind her desk, she retrieves another chastity cage, identical to the one you were supposed to wear today. With a grip over your balls that threatens to castrate you, she installs the new device with the efficiency of an expert Rubik’s cube solver. “No matter what you do, you’re not getting this key back until next Monday. I’m sure some time locked away will teach you proper manners, but if it doesn’t, I can always be stricter.”<</if>> <<if $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs gt 6>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>Miss $Gray looks at your legs. "Really? How could you let your legs grow this disgusting? Be sure to shave them and they'll look and feel much better." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 3>>Miss $Gray lightly strokes your leg. "Don't you just love the feeling of freshly shaven legs? So smooth, so feminine. Keep it up."\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 7 and $ShaveLegs gt 2>>Miss $Gray admires your legs. "Smooth, be sure to keep it up." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 1 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>"And don't think that I hadn't noticed that you haven't shaved your legs yet. It will make your hosiery feel much more pleasant." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 2>><<set $OrderToShave to 4>>"And don't think I didn't notice your shaven legs" she remarks, stroking your smooth skin. "Don't they make your legs feel much more womanly? I doubt you will need to complain about your hosiery ever again." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 3>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR + 1, $OrderToShave to 4>>"Are those what I think they are?" She asks, stroking your shaven legs. "How smooth. Don't they make your legs feel so womanly, so feminine? I'm so proud of you, doing this without any encouragement. Since everyone else at Farrix shaves their legs regularly, I see no reason why shouldn't have to from now on, though I doubt you will complain at that." She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<else>>She then lets you dress yourself again.<</if>> <<if $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] is 3>> Miss $Gray admires your flats. "Such cute shoes, $name . Make sure to keep wearing them."\ <<elseif $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] isnot 3>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>> "I'm sure you would much prefer to be wearing a pair of cute flats, so where are they?"<</if>><<if $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 1>> Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. "Nice to see you can remember this" she taunts, pressing down on the butt plug inside you. "I'm sure it will be harder for you to daydream in class when you have this constantly reminding you of its presence."\ <<elseif $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1, $TimesSpanked to $TimesSpanked + 1>> Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. The silent room is quickly filled with a shriek from you as her hand slaps your butt cheeks. "I thought I made it clear that you will wear a butt plug from now on." Several more times you cry out as her hand hits you.<</if>><<if $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 1>>\ She cups her hand gently against your chest, confirming the sports bra underneath your shirt. "Do you like someone feeling your breasts?" She laughs at the uncomfortable expression that your face curls into.\ <<elseif $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>> She presses her hand against your chest. When she senses that there’s no bra beneath your shirt, she looks disappointed.<</if>> <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>"It is extremely disappointing that you can't follow the most basic of instructions $name . Come here at lunch for your punishment."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -1>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<else>>“Your behavior has been better as of late. Keep it up.”<</if>> <<if $L lt 7 or $L gt 6 and $SportsBraOrder is 1>>She returns to her desk, and you sit down at your table, waiting for your lesson to commence.\ <<elseif $L gt 6 and $SportsBraOrder is 0>><<set $SportsBraOrder to 1>>As Miss $Gray heads back behind her desk, she knocks over a large stack of paper. You hear her swear under her breath as she bends over to pick them up, giving you a perfect view of her breasts thanks to her poorly buttoned blouse. You’re so turned on and frustrated from your locked up penis that you don’t even move to help her, so when she flicks her head back up she sees you staring at her chest without any degree of subtlety. “Really? You couldn’t at least pretend to not look at these?” She leans back up, swiveling her chest slightly to tease you with her boobs even more. “Given all the girls you’re around all day I’m surprised you haven’t grown used to seeing a pair of tits.” You shamefully stare at the ground. “Do you not understand how uncomfortable it could make a girl feel, to have a pervert like you staring at their boobs all day? Perhaps you need to feel self conscious yourself so that you can be more empathetic.” She thinks for a moment, the silence worsening your nerves. “Yes, you need to understand what a girl goes through. Starting from tomorrow, you’ll need to wear a sports bra everyday.” “A sports bra?” “Yes, they have a small amount of padding to help you feel more feminine, and enough to make you worry about what you have under that shirt.” You feel inclined to argue with her more, but you know the rest of the class will be here soon, and your protests have never exactly been effective against her, so you resign yourself to your seat.<</if>> [[8-1b<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 10>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> [[Jen Monday 5<-Continue to lunch][$H to 12]]

<<set $Fem to 32>>\ <<set $M to 0>>\ <<set $H to 16>>\ The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you’re surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Unless, of course, they are locked in a chastity cage, in which case they must go see Miss $Gray . You enter room 68 after the class empties. <<if $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>>“Ah, $name . I’m glad you’re here, I…” she struggles to find her words, something you’ve never seen her have issue with. “You see, there’s a minor issue. I…I’ve lost the remains of your key” //What?// You take a heavy gulp. “How could you lose it? I thought you needed it to fix the cage!” “I’m not sure. I keep it safe around my necklace whenever you hand it to me. After one of my lessons, it had just vanished.” Her face has lost the same dominant spark you’re used to seeing. “So what do I do? Do I just have to wear this thing forever?” Suddenly the cage feels heavier than it’s ever been before. “No, of course not. I will find a solution, I just…” Your conversation is cut off when the door opens, and of all the people you expected to be walking in, the one who enters was perhaps the last. “$Ash ! This isnot an appropriate time to be barging in here.” “Actually” she removes her hand from her pocket “it’s a great time.” You and Miss $Gray both stand in shock, seeing the glistening key to your chastity cage dangling from her fingers, or at least the part of it that isn’t inside the cage currently.\ <<else>>“Ah, $name . I’m glad you’re here, I…” she struggles to find her words, something you’ve never seen her have issue with. “You see, there’s a minor issue. I…I’ve lost the your key” //What?// You take a heavy gulp. “How could you lose it?” “I’m not sure. I keep it safe around my necklace whenever you hand it to me. After one of my lessons, it had just vanished.” Her face has lost the same dominant spark you’re used to seeing. “So what do I do? Do I just have to wear this thing forever?” Suddenly the cage feels heavier than it’s ever been before. “No, of course not. I will find a solution, I just…” Your conversation is cut off when the door opens, and of all the people you expected to be walking in, the one who enters was perhaps the last. “$Ash ! This isnot an appropriate time to be barging in here.” “Actually” she removes her hand from her pocket “it’s a great time.” You and Miss $Gray both stand in shock, seeing the glistening key to your chastity cage dangling from her fingers.<</if>> “What are y…” This time, it’s you who gets cut off. “This is unacceptable $Ash . How dare you steal that key from me!” <<if $StoleLipstick is 1 or $StoleMoney is 1>> //At least robbing Miss $Gray is something we have in common//<</if>> “This key? To his little clit? No, I don’t think I will. You see, I figured something was going on between you two. And I have to say $name , I’m hurt you didn’t tell me. And as for you” her eyes turn to Miss $Gray “I don’t see why you deserve to have all the control over him. <<if $AshMad is 1>>Especially since it would help me train him.<<else>>Especially because of our relationship.<</if>> In fact, I think we have similar goals.” For once, Miss $Gray ‘s anger isn’t being directed at you “I have no idea what you are talking about, you petulant thief. Now hand me that key and Ieave. I’ll decide on your punishment once I’m done with $name .” $Ash sighs. “Actually, do you think you could give us a minute $name ? I think our teacher and I have a lot to discuss.” Through her reddening face and widened eyes, Miss $Gray almost screams at $Ash , but strangely, dismisses you instead. “Wait outside.” “Wha…you can’t be serious?!” The two girls ignore you, and continue staring at each other. Rejected, you stomp away out of the eerily silent room, closing the door behind you. The muffled noises are barely understandable, but you deduce your teacher is still mad at $Ash based on the shouting. What’s even more worrying than an angry Miss $Gray , though, is when the noise stops. What could $Ash possibly be saying? And how did she figure out the relationship between you and Miss $Gray ? <<if $JenKey is 1>>Despite those worries, in the back of your mind, you know they don’t matter thanks to the key $Jen gave you. You remain smug, knowing that the bulls in your classroom can argue as much as they want, because you have a perfect copy of the key.<</if>> Eventually, the door to room 68 opens, and Miss $Gray beckons you back inside. Your teacher returns to her usual position behind her desk, leaving you and $Ash awkwardly standing in front of her, waiting for an inevitable speech. [[8-1f<-Continue][$M to $M + 30]]

“I will admit, I had never planned on this, and I have my concerns, but I have decided on a new way forward regarding the control of your chastity key. In light of the relationship between the two of you that $Ash has enlightened me to, she will henceforth have control of the key to your chastity cage.” “Wha…” “She has also told me of some of her goals for you, and how she aims to use that key to better you as a person: the same thing I’ve been doing since you first entered Farrix Academy for Girls. Of course, I understand that $Ash is new to this, so she will be informing me of how her “training” of you is going.” “Right” $Ash adds, getting close to you that she can rest a hand on yours. “Miss $Gray told me about how she is making you a better, more attentive and better dressed person, and I plan on doing the same, just from a different angle.” “To ensure you still stick to those uniform requirements, I will be punishing you in a different way now. And if you don’t do what your girlfriend asks you, then it will be up to her to determine what happens next.” <<if $EscapeChastity is 14 and $FSounding is 0>> She approaches you, and without asking for permission, pulls your lower clothing down to your ankles. “But first, we have to fix your cage, don’t we?” She applies some sort of tubed solution to the broken key, and connects it with the tip of the key that’s inside your cage. After holding it there for a minute, as if by magic, the entire key seems fixed. Miss $Gray extracts it, and your teacher allows it to be unlocked, only to replace the lock. She hands the key to this new lock to $Ash , who accepts with a frighteningly wide smile.<</if>> You’re shocked that the stern Miss $Gray would give away your key to the borderline crazy $Ash . “But how can you give it HER? She stole from you, so she clearly isn’t trustworthy!” “That is true, but me and $Ash have already arrived at a suitable punishment for that. Just as when you fail a uniform check, $Ash will be spending some of her free time with me. Of course, it’s up to you if you have to join her or not.” “But what if she’s completely vindictive and doesn’t use the key?” You know your arguments are desperately clutching at straws, but it’s the best you’ve got. “We’ve also considered that. To ensure she treats you how she would treat herself, we took a literal approach. $Ash , would you like to show him?” You look at your friend with confused eyes. [[8-1g<-Continue]]

$Ash lifts her tiny skirt up for all to see, revealing her panties underneath. Beneath them, however, is something similar yet alien. For a clearer view, she moves her delicate underwear to the side, revealing the hard, steel casing locking up her vagina. The chastity belt is a lot more literal than yours, as you see the rim of the device circle both around her hips and beneath her pussy, serving to secure it in its rigid place. [img[Images/P - Ash chastity.jpg]] “$Ash will control both keys for the foreseeable future, until either she surrenders the keys to me or until I decide I could control it more effectively.” “I’m so excited for this - for us. There are so many possibilities for us now. Thank you Miss $Gray .” Looking at her face, you can see your teacher hasn’t entirely forgotten what $Ash did to her. “However, it is important that you conform to the uniform rules I’ve set out for you, so I will still be punishing you for failing to meet them. Additionally, I will be setting out some long term goals for you. I will test you on them eventually, and if you fail, I’ll find a way to make up for your mistakes. Right now, I want you to work on creating a feminine voice. This will help you in the future to blend in to Farrix. And remember, it’s a marathon, not a sprint.<<if $OrderToShave is 4>>”<<else>><<set $OrderToShave to 4>>And also, you need to start shaving your legs. They will look so much better beneath your hosiery."<</if>> With her monologue over, your teacher dismisses the both of you. $Ash smiles at you “come on, let’s go home.” [[8-1h<-Continue][$M to $M + 30]]

<<set $AshC1 to 6>>\ You're walking with $Ash , trying to remember all things you just heard that have thrown your life upside down once more. <<if $AshMad is 1 and $FFeet is 1>>”I don’t get it. Why are you doing this?” $Ash exhales. “Well, I realized that you didn’t have much interest in doing what I wanted to do, so I figured I would make you. That’s why I had to steal this.” She pulls out the key from her pocket, teasing you with it. “And one of the things I learned from you is that I fucking love guys who are girls, like you.” “But I…” “Shut up. You are, but you keep pretending that you’re not. But I don’t care if you like it or not anymore. I’m not going to tease you to wear a skirt, or promise you a handjob if you wear my panties. From now on, you’re my sissy, to do with as I please. And if you ever want release, you better do as I ask, like right now. Kiss my shoes.” You glance around, seeing the streets largely devoid of life. “But anyone could see us!” $Ash fires her hand at you, thundering pain across your cheek. “Did you miss the part where I said you were my sissy? NOW!” [[8-1h Kiss?<-Kiss her shoes][$KissAshShoes to 1]] [[8-1h Kiss?<-Refuse][$KissAshShoes to 0]]\ <<elseif $AshMad is 1 and $FFeet is 0>>”I don’t get it. Why are you doing this?” $Ash exhales. “Well, I realized that you didn’t have much interest in doing what I wanted to do, so I figured I would make you. That’s why I had to steal this.” She pulls out the key from her pocket, teasing you with it. “And one of the things I learned from you is that I fucking love guys who are girls, like you.” “But I…” “Shut up. You are, but you keep pretending that you’re not. But I don’t care if you like it or not anymore. I’m not going to tease you to wear a skirt, or promise you a handjob if you wear my panties. From now on, you’re my sissy, to do with as I please. And if you ever want release, you better do as I ask, like right now. Shout that you're a sissy." "What?!" You exclaim, glancing around. "But anyone could hear me!" "That's the point, idiot. Now do it!" [[8-1h Kiss?<-Kiss her shoes][$KissAshShoes to 1]] [[8-1h Kiss?<-Refuse][$KissAshShoes to 0]]\ <<else>>”I don’t get it. Why are you doing this?” $Ash exhales. “Well, when we had “sex”, I realized that you just weren’t doing it for me. I didn’t know if it’s because you have a small dick or have barely touched a girl before, but I was never going to reach an orgasm with how you performed. Then I thought that maybe if you have such a small dick and act like a sissy all the time, you shouldn’t be trying to have sex with women. You deserve to be pleasing a lady before a real man can satisfy her, and only finding your own orgasm if you’re lucky to be freed from your cage so you can tug on your clitty. So for your sake, I want to push you to be the best sissy you can be, because there are a lot of women who would love to have a made up, dressed up and amped up sissy by their feet.” A phantom Miss $Gray is whispering in your ear, confusing you as to if you want this or not. “I don’t understand.” “It’s fine, you don’t need to, honey. I’m here to help you. My first step in assisting you is going to give you more acceptance in your slutty side. I want you to meet me at the mall this Saturday, and make sure to bring at least 50$.” By the time you’ve finished talking, $Ash has arrived at her house, and she waves goodbye, leaving you alone, but also confused and curious. //Does Miss $Gray always have a chastity device in her bag?// [[Room 0<-Continue][$M to $M + 30, $S to $S + 3]]<</if>>

<<set $A to 3>>\ <<set $Priority to 0>>\ <<if $A3 is 0>><<set $H to 9>>Only a moment after getting dressed, there’s the expected knock at the door. You open it to see your newest friend. “Hi.” $Alex has a wide smile across her attractive face. While you’re certainly not a benchmark for masculinity, she’s dressed in quite a tomboy-ish manner. A pair of black boots, some rugged and ripped denim jeans and a simple black band t-shirt complete a typical “guy” outfit. “Hey.” The two of you take a slow stroll to the movie theater. Since you’ve never been there before, you’re actually having to rely on $Alex to lead the way, which doesn’t help you to appear any more masculine either. Your usual nerves are present, so she has to start most conversations. “I’d imagine it must be pretty intimidating to be at an all girl’s school, at least if you’re not that confident at talking to them.” Wanting to appear like you aren’t a massive pussy, you boast that you’ve made a lot of friends. “Oh so you’re a womanizer then?” The two of you laugh, mainly at how wrong she is. “What about being the only female at Morton? That must be scary.” “Eh. I made some friends as soon as I started. As long as I’m around them I mostly get left alone. But they’ve all asked me out at some point.” She starts to giggle. “I guess when all the real meat is out everyone becomes fine with a vegan burger.” “What are you talking about? You’re not at all ugly.” “Maybe, but I think most guys dream about the hot bimbo with big tits and luscious lips, so I’m a little shocked when I get the attention.” “So you don’t have to wear a girl’s uniform there then?” “No, my uniform’s the same as any other guy. How about you? Am I going to be seeing you in a short skirt like the rest of the hotties at Farrix, or do you get an improvised uniform?” Given Miss $Gray ‘s requirements, the answer lies somewhere in the middle. “No. For the most part I still look out of place there.” After some more walking, you find yourself in a part of the city you had yet to stumble across. There’s a beautiful boulevard with green grass and red roses lining the sidewalk. On a beautiful day like today, the colors are even more vibrant. On one side of the road, you see the huge movie theater with modern architecture, with enough doors and entrances to accommodate the entire city. On the opposite side, there’s an astonishingly beautiful lake, with water that looks as refreshing as 8 hours of sleep. There are even people feeding ducks, which swim aimlessly in circles or waddle on the land harassing passers by for food. “Here it is, Lakeside Cineplex. “Your local Hollywood.”” You giggle together at her impression of an advertisement you’ve heard far too many times since moving here, and enter the cinema. The sprawling entrance has hundreds of people in, all of them talking about the movie they’re looking forward to seeing, or conversing about the one they just saw. Huge posters line the walls like banners in a castle, featuring such gems as “The Fly 4: Parasite of the air” and “Scarred 2: Return of the bloody nose.” “So what were you thinking of watching?” $Alex asks you. It seems like neither of you had thought about that integral part of the cinema experience. [[Alex 3<-Suggest a romantic comedy][$A3 to 1, $H to $H + 1]] [[Alex 3<-Suggest a horror movie][$A3 to 3, $H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $A3 is 1>>”What about that one?” You point to one of the pieces of advertisement art on the walls. “Love Her or Leave Her.” “If you say so.” She can’t hide the involuntary smile from crossing her face. “What? I’d heard good things about it.” The two of you line up to get tickets. “The only reason people come to see something like this is for Jay Silver - man’s dreamy, or so I hear. That, or they’re just masochistic.” When the queue finally ends with you two at the desk, $Alex takes point. “Two for” she looks at you and smiles “Love Her or Leave Her.” Chivalry may be dead, but $Alex is burying it when she pays for the tickets. After also paying for popcorn, she and you enter one of the many rooms and sit down to watch what should be a cinematic masterpiece. [[Alex 3<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $A3 to 2, $L to $L + 2]]\ <<elseif $A3 is 2>>[img[Images/Romance movie.jpg]] ”I’m never taking movie advice from you again.” $Alex exclaims after you finish the dreadful movie together. “I’m sure there were worse movies we could have watched.” “Those are 2 hours of my life I will never get back.” “At least the popcorn was good.” “”I’m pregnant.” “But I was wearing protection.” “Well I guess you’re too good a lover for them to work.” I’ve heard better writing in lullabies, which is accurate because that garbage was putting me to sleep.” “Well, next time, you can pick the movie.” “That sounds fair.” $Alex starts smiling again. You know she was only teasing you about your poor taste in movie selection. [[Alex 3<-Continue][$A3 to 5]]\ <<elseif $A3 is 3>>”What about that one?” You point to one of the pieces of advertisement art on the walls. “Clownin’ around.” “A horror movie? Now you’re talking. Did you see the prequel?” The two of you line up to get tickets. “No, was it good?” $Alex shakes her head. “No, but it was terrifying, so I hope you brought a change of underwear.” “It’s going to take more than a horror movie about a clown to scare me.” When the queue finally ends with you two at the desk, $Alex takes point. “Two for "Clownin’ Around", please.” Chivalry may be dead, but $Alex is burying it when she pays for the tickets. After also paying for popcorn, she and you enter one of the many rooms and sit down to watch what should be a cinematic masterpiece. [[Alex 3<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $A3 to 4, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $A3 is 4>>[img[Images/Scary clown.jpg]] ”Well I warned you it was scary.” $Alex exclaims as the two of you walk out after the film finally finishes. The movie delivered on the horror. You even had to sneak away to the toilets twice to veil your terror, and $Alex seems to have noticed. “You know, the normal idea of seeing a horror movie on a date is to send your partner crying into your arms, not the other way around.” “But he jumped out of the egg, that doesn’t even make sense.” “Yeah, yeah, whatever fraidy-cat.” [[Alex 3<-Continue][$A3 to 5]]\ <<elseif $A3 is 5>>”Hey look, an ice cream van!” $Alex rushes away to get some of the snacks, leaving you to catch up to her impressive pace. “Yeah, and all the sprinkles you got.” By the time you’ve caught up with her, you’re gasping for breath as if you just completed a marathon, just in time for $Alex to hand you an ice cream cone. “Come on, let’s sit by the lake.” “We’re moving again?” The two of you sit down on one of the many benches placed along the path next to the lake. This close, the water is even more stunning, giving a clear reflection of what’s up above. Conversation comes easily now, and the two of you don’t even bother discussing the artless film you just saw. “Man, it sucks that we don’t go to the same academy. It’d be awesome to hang out everyday.” “Yeah. It’s pretty hard to make friends actually. Most people just see a guy at Farrix and assume they’re a perv, at least that’s what I think they’re thinking.” “Are they right?” $Alex laughs once more, but she doesn’t notice that you don’t answer. “What about the teachers? Are they sympathetic?” “For the most part, but the one teacher I actually have to talk to isn’t. She keeps trying to push me, to “be better” or to “fit in” more. But I don’t know if I buy it.” “That’s so strange. The school therapist keeps telling the same schtick.” “You have to see a school therapist?” “Yeah. I was told it was because of me being the only girl at Morton. Don’t you have to see one?” You shake your head. “Huh. I wonder why. Hey, look!” [img[Images/Duck.jpg]] $Alex points to an approaching duck. It’s taking tiny strides to get to the two of you, its neck bobbing along with its small body. “I think it wants some ice cream, or at least the cone.” You look at the poor creature, its tiny eyes conveying its lifetime of poverty. All it wants is a small piece of food. A modest request from a humble creature. [[Alex 3<-Feed the duck][$A3 to 6]] [[Alex 3<-Shoo the duck away][$A3 to 7]]\ <<elseif $A3 is 6>>[img[Images/Duck.jpg]] You lower yourself to the humble duck, and allow it to munch on the snack. It’s a messy eater, but you forgive the creature, as you understand it’s doing its best. When it’s finished, it even meets your eyes for a brief moment, as if to show gratitude. Then, the beautiful animal scurries away, sure to remember you for the rest of its life. “That was kind of you.” $Alex suggests. “Easy for you to say, you didn’t lose your ice cream.” “I guess that just means we have to share.” You look at her, a flirtatious grin on her face. You sit down once more, and take swipes at the ice cream together, so it’s not a surprise when you both go to lick the creamy topping at the same time, your tongues almost connecting. You share a laugh, looking each other intently in the eye. Suddenly the cone gets dropped as $Alex and you lean into one another, your lips touching in a romantic display of affection. Your kiss goes on for seconds yet simultaneously forever. Eventually though, it’s her who pulls away, and you see her blushing face acknowledging the lustful act you two just committed. “I can’t believe we just did that.” “Me neither.” “But I want to do it again.” She moves her lips to reconnect them with yours. This time, it goes on for much longer, and you feel her tongue dancing in your mouth a little before she pulls away. “This…this was a lot of fun. I’d like to do it again.” “The kiss or the date?” “Both.” “I’d love that.” “Great! I’ll stop by in a couple of weeks.” The two of you talk a while longer, until $Alex says she has to go, but not before giving you a third kiss, more passionate than the ones that preceded it. “Thank you for this, I can’t wait to see you again.” [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $L to $L + 3]]\ <<elseif $A3 is 7>>You try and usher away the small animal, waving it away with your hand. When it doesn’t get the message, you give it a small tap with your shoe. “Quaaaaaa…” “I think you upset it” $Alex suggests. “What’s the worst it can do?” You hear a noise approaching from the distance, identical to the one the duck you kicked is making. Behind a mass of foliage, duck after duck storms out to surround you and $Alex , the two of you left to cower on top of the bench together, fearing for your life due to the violent army of bipedal monsters. [img[Images/Duck 2.jpg]] “I don’t think they’re going to leave us alone.” You hold out your snack for the ducks to claim, but they’ve no interest in meager treats; they’re out for blood. You and your date hold each other tight, hoping for safety in each other’s arms. But the creatures don’t relent. You’re stuck on the bench with no hope of rescue, a duo deemed damsels in distress from the dangerous ducks. Game over. [[Alex 3<-Restart][$A3 to 8, $AE3 to 1]]\ <<elseif $A3 is 8 and $Bra is 0>>”Hey, wait a minute, I have an idea!” $Alex shouts as the two of you fend off the beasts pecking at your feet. “Unless you have a box of nicely wrapped bread I think we’re goners.” “Not quite, but maybe they don’t like their food wet.” You look at her, perplexed. She turns to look at the tranquil lake. “That’s your plan?” “Do you have a better idea?” “I hear starving isn’t the worst way to go. It'd be good for my waist.” $Alex grabs your hand while you gaze into each other’s eyes. As a final boost of confidence, she leans in and plants her lips firmly against yours. The angelic kiss takes your mind of all worries for a few seconds, even the bloodthirsty savages. “Ready?” The two of you leap off the bench like it was the first day of summer and dive into the water. When you come back up to the surface of the lake, you see half the army of ducks leaving you, evidently satisfied with their torment. The rest are hanging around for a while, as if to mock the two idiots floating around in the water. $Alex flicks some water at them with her hand, and the rest soon scurry away. You and her laugh together at the bizarre situation, even staying in the water for a while. “Maybe don’t go annoying the duck king next time.” “After you got them to leave us alone like that, I think the only boss of them is you.” She giggles “maybe next time, we can go somewhere else where we aren’t going to run into any of them.” “So…you want to do this again?” “Both the date, and this.” She swims closer to you, connecting your lips once more. This time, though, you can enjoy it more as you’re prepared for it. And without the threat of an embarrassing death looming, it lasts much longer. The two of you float to shore and pull yourselves out, doing your best impression of a dog to throw off most of the water. “I’ll pick you up again in a couple weeks then.” You and $Alex share one final kiss before she says goodbye, leaving you in a dreamy, if wet, state. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S + 2, $L to $L + 2]]\ <<elseif $A3 is 8 and $Bra is 1>>”Hey, wait a minute, I have an idea!” $Alex shouts as the two of you fend off the beasts pecking at your feet. “Unless you have a box of nicely wrapped bread I think we’re goners.” “Not quite, but maybe they don’t like their food wet.” You look at her, perplexed. She turns to look at the tranquil lake. “That’s your plan?” “Do you have a better idea?” “I hear starving isn’t the worst way to go. Would be great for the waist.” $Alex grabs your hand while you gaze into each other’s eyes. As a final boost of confidence, she leans in and plants her lips firmly against yours. The angelic kiss takes your mind of all worries for a few seconds, even the bloodthirsty savages. “Ready?” The two of you leap off the bench like it was the first day of summer and dive into the water. When you come back up to the surface of the lake, you see half the army of ducks leaving you, evidently satisfied with their torment. The rest are hanging around for a while, as if to mock the two idiots floating around in the water. $Alex flicks some water at them with her hand, and the rest soon scurry away. You and her laugh together at the bizarre situation, even staying in the water for a while. “Maybe don’t go annoying the duck king next time.” “After you got them to leave us alone like that, I think the only boss of them is you.” She giggles “maybe next time, we can go somewhere else where we aren’t going to run into any of them.” “So…you want to do this again?” “Both the date, and this.” She swims closer to you, connecting your lips once more. This time, though, you can enjoy it more as you’re prepared for it. And without the threat of an embarrassing death looming, it lasts much longer. The two of you float to shore and pull yourselves out, doing your best impression of a dog to throw off most of the water. “I’ll pick you up again in a couple weeks then.” You and $Alex share one final kiss before she says goodbye, leaving you in a dreamy, if wet, state. When you get home, the water has mostly dried, but you see in the mirror your t-shirt is almost transparent from the moisture, letting the world see your bra underneath. Not only did no one say anything on your journey back, but $Alex either didn’t notice, or didn’t care. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S + 2, $L to $L + 2, $AlexR to $AlexR +1]]<</if>>

<<set $CC2 to 3>>\ <<set $W8A1 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>\ You take your familiar journey to Farrix, only no longer having to worry about giving your chastity cage key to Miss $Gray . [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] You enter room 68 while it is still mostly empty, with only your domineering teacher present, who is leaning against the front of her desk, waiting for you. [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] “Strip.” As requested, you shed your clothes for Miss $Gray to assess you. \ <<if $CL[2] lt 2>>”It's nice to see that you’re wearing tights. They are flattering, if a bit dull.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 4>>“Those are some unique tights. They’re almost distracting, but I’ll allow them.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 3>>”Beautiful tights. They really are appropriate for a sissy like you to be wearing.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 21>>”A staple in any wardrobe. Your hosiery looks beautiful, $name . It’s just a pity that no one else can admire your legs in them.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 22>>”Nude pantyhose? A peculiar choice, but you are meeting your uniform requirements.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 23 or $CL[2] is 24 or $CL[2] is 27>>”Fishnets? Not terribly appropriate, $name . However, I suppose I never specified that this was against the rules of Farrix. I’ll allow this for now, but I may change my mind one day.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 28>>”A playful choice for your hosiery. Not entirely appropriate for Farrix, but I’ll allow it, for now.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 25>>”Certainly an interesting choice for your hosiery. Normally such a pick would catch an eye, but with these obstructive pants, they won’t be spotted. Quite a shame, no?”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 26>>”These pretty pantyhose of yours are certainly an eye catcher, but not in the best way. You’d look so much cuter with a less tacky pair.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 41 or $CL[2] is 42>>”Black stockings: a staple in any wardrobe, especially for a woman in a professional setting like this. I don’t think I could imagine anything more appropriate.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 43>>”An interesting dichotomy, isn’t it? Stockings are meant to be slutty, but the nude tone suggests an element of class.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 44>>”Pink stockings, the height of both slutiness and femininity. How appropriate.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 45>>”There’s no hosiery that a whore should be without like a pair of fishnet stockings. Imagine what your classmates would think if they could see beneath your pants.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Socks? Socks! Come on $name . Hosiery is like a luxurious second skin. Dull socks like these are neither comfortable nor pretty."<</if>> Miss $Gray takes a closer look at your underwear. \ <<if $CL[1] isnot 101>>”Nice panties. Such beautiful underwear is worn by every student here at Farrix. Wouldn’t it feel wrong to stand out by wearing men’s underwear?”\ <<elseif $CL[1] gt 40 and $CL[1] lt 60>>”Garter panties? A beautiful mix of sexyness and practicality. I’m more than impressed in your choice of underwear today.”\ <<elseif $CL[1] gt 30 and $CL[1] lt 40>>”A thong? Good for hiding panty lines, and for feeling sexy all day long. Which one do you care about more?”\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”It’s ridiculous seeing a man in panties, just as it is seeing a sissy like you in boxers. This is ridiculous, $name , and I thought you had matured past this point a long time ago.”<</if>> <<if $GarterA is 1 or $GarterB is 1>>”A beautiful garter belt. Useful for so many things, like being sexier, or holding up a pair of sultry stockings. Of course, you’ll have to worry about your garter straps leaving an impression against your pants, though that’s a small trade off for feeling so sexy." She continues her inspection, turning her attention southwards.\ <<elseif $GarterC is 1>>”Simply adorable garters. It should be a crime that no one can see them on your legs.” She continues her inspection, turning her attention southwards.\ <<else>>She continues her inspection, turning her attention southwards.<</if>> <<if $ShaveLegs gt 6>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>Miss $Gray looks at your legs. "Really? How could you let your legs grow this disgusting? Be sure to shave them and they'll look and feel much better."\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs lt 3>>Miss $Gray lightly strokes your leg. "Don't you just love the feeling of freshly shaven legs? So smooth, so feminine. Keep it up."\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs lt 7>>Miss $Gray admires your legs. "Smooth. Be sure to keep it up."<</if>> <<if $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $Bra is 1>> \ She cups her hand gently against your chest, confirming the presence of the sexy brassiere underneath. "The padding on this lingerie will almost make you feel like you have some breasts of your own.”\ <<elseif $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 1>> \ She cups her hand gently against your chest, confirming the sports bra underneath your shirt. "Do you like someone feeling your breasts?" She laughs at the uncomfortable expression that your face turns into.\ <<elseif $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>\ She presses her hand against your chest. When she senses that there is no bra beneath your shirt, she looks disappointed.<</if>> <<if $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] is 3>>"Such cute shoes, $name . Make sure to keep wearing them."\ <<elseif $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] isnot 3>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>"I'm sure you would much prefer to be wearing a pair of cute flats, so where are they?"\ <<elseif $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 1>>Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. "Nice to see you can remember this" she taunts, pressing down on your rear. "I'm sure it will be harder for you to daydream in class when you have this penetrating you."\ <<elseif $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1 and $TimesSpanked to $TimesSpanked + 1>>Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. The silent room is quickly filled with a shriek from you as her hand slaps your butt cheeks. "I thought I made it clear that you will wear a butt plug from now on." Several more times you cry out as her hand hits you.<</if>> <<if $LightPinkFingers gt 7 or $RedFingers gt 7>>”What beautiful nails you have, $name . Their length, their color, it’s so appropriate. I’m assuming this is $Ash ‘s doing. She’s proving to be quite the trainer.” She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 0>>”So you like those nails? It’s nice to see you’ve accepted having such a flattering shade on your hands.” She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<else>>She then lets you dress yourself again.<</if>> <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>"It is extremely disappointing that you can't follow the most basic of instructions $name . Come here at lunch for your punishment. At least you will have $Ash to keep you company."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -2>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR gt -3>>"Your behavior has been exemplary as of late, keep it up."<</if>> [[8-2b<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ The students begin to file in around you. <<if $JenLevel is 0 or $JenLevel is 1>>Your classmates have largely gotten used to you by now, though they all no doubt still see you as being somewhere you do not belong.\ <<elseif $JenLevel is 2>>There’s some unintelligible whispers from some of the class as they enter, among some giggles and cruel words that you’re more than used to being called. “Sissy” particularly stands out to you as this being $Jen ‘s doing. Thankfully, it’s only a few of them, and the mockery, coming from a select few stops after a moment.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 2>>There’s conversations as usual that are had by the entering classmates, but from what you pick up, the topic is awfully different than the usual discourse. There’s a lot of laughter and staring at you from what seems like half the class, and the words they throw around, which vary from whispers to average conversational volume, seem either feminine or demeaning. You pick out several instances of “sissy” “loser” and “pathetic”.<</if>> <<if $AshMad is 1>>The students begin to file in around you. You look to the side to check if $Ash is there, and almost disappointingly, she is. When her eyes spot yours lurking over her, she shoots a vindictive gaze your way. “What do you think?” She guides your eyes towards her ankle. On top of the usual pantyhose that adorn her legs, is an anklet. The simple chain style wouldn’t be terribly noticeable if it weren’t for the key dangling from it - the unmistakable key to your chastity cage. The message is clear to you, but you’re worried about other people around who might be able to pick on the signal.\ <<else>>The students begin to file in around you. $Ash calls out to you as she sits down “hey, $name , what do you think?” She guides your eyes towards her ankle. On top of the usual pantyhose that adorn her legs, is an anklet. The simple chain style wouldn’t be terribly noticeable if it weren’t for the key dangling from it - the unmistakable key to your chastity cage. The message is clear to you, but you’re worried about other people around who might be able to pick on the signal.<</if>> [img[Images/Ash key anklet.jpg]] The lesson soon begins. <<if $GrayR lt 0>>Miss $Gray seems to be harsher to you today. She demands you answer more questions than she does the other students, and is crueler to you when you get them wrong, and barely affirms your answer when you get them right.<<elseif $GrayR gt - 1>>Despite the pre-class inspection, Miss $Gray barely seems to care about you during the lesson, which you certainly wouldn't complain about.<</if>> <<if $L gt 8>>During the lesson, though, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes lustfully wander to the other students in the class. Miss $Gray seems to have noticed, as a subtle scowls goes your way.<<elseif $L lt 9>>Despite the ample distractions around you in the form of attractive women, you manage to listen diligently.<</if>><<if $ButtPlugA is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>> The butt plug filling your rear isn’t helping the situation, however, and leaves you even more turned on.<</if>><<if $CK[2] is 3>> While it'd be preferable if your classmates didn't notice your feminine choice in footwear, whether or not they do has no bearing on your decision to play with them. [img[Images/Flats PlayG.gif]]<</if>> <<if $Day3 is 3 and visited("Mr Hawt Jen 5") is 0 and $JenLevel gt 4>>[[Mr Hawt Jen 5<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[8-2c Lunch<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 12>>\ <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 0 or $GrayR lt -2>><<set $S to $S + 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>>It’s lunch, which means that, unfortunately for you, you have a miserable lunch in store with your power mad teacher and your girlfriend and her strange motives. You walk into room 68, where $Ash is already sitting down, with Miss $Gray at her own desk. It’s eerily silent, but you reason that it might actually be preferable that way. The hour goes by painfully slowly, so you take occasional glances between the beauties in the room. The usual sight of Miss $Gray ‘s gorgeous face and ample breasts pressing against the taut material of her blouse has always been attractive to you ever since you arrived at Farrix. On the other hand, you can also spy glances at $Ash ‘s stunning legs and their sheer protector, which only add to the beauty in your mind. Further down from that, you can see most of her feet, which her flats do very little in veiling. Eventually, the hour sounds and you’re free to leave.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail gt 1>><<set $S to $S + 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>>It’s lunch, which means that, unfortunately for you, you have a miserable lunch in store with your power mad teacher and your girlfriend and her strange motives. You walk into room 68, where $Ash is already sitting down, with Miss $Gray at her own desk. It’s eerily silent, but you reason that it might actually be preferable that way. The hour goes by painfully slowly, so you take occasional glances between the beauties in the room. The usual sight of Miss $Gray ‘s gorgeous face and ample breasts pressing against the taut material of her blouse has always been attractive to you ever since you arrived at Farrix. On the other hand, you can also spy glances at $Ash ‘s stunning legs and their sheer protector, which only add to the beauty in your mind. Further down from that, you can see most of her feet, which her flats do very little in veiling. Eventually, the hour sounds and you’re free to leave, though not before Miss $Gray cuts you off, and tells you to come to her at the end of the day because of your dramatic disobedience in regards to your uniform.\ <<elseif $JenR gt 3>><<set $S to $S - 1>>It’s lunch, which means that you have some reprieve from the stress of being a student. You’re about to find a quiet spot to relax when $Jen spots you “hey.” “Hi” she looks around for a moment, seeing that you aren’t with anyone else “come on, let’s sit together.” You follow as she leads you to a somewhat secluded spot. There are still some people around, but they don’t bother you. You two talk the hour away. Conversation comes easily thanks to your friendship, and you enjoy finding out new, cool things about $Jen . You discuss your favorite movies and books, and childhood experiences that you didn’t think you’d share, Eventually though, you have to say goodbye at the sound of the bell, leading you to your next lesson.\ <<elseif $JenR gt 2>>It’s lunch, which means that you have some reprieve from the stress of being a student. You’re about to find a quiet spot to relax when $Jen spots you “hey.” “Hi” she looks around for a moment, seeing that you aren’t with anyone else “shall we…sit together?” You agree, and she leads you to a somewhat secluded spot. There are still some people around, but they don’t bother you. You two talk the hour away. It’s mainly small talk as you discuss movies and books interspersed with the occasional joke about your lame teachers. Eventually though, you have to say goodbye at the sound of the bell, leading you to your next lesson.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 3>><<set $S to $S + 1>>With $Ash not suggesting where to meet up, you are clueless about what to do at lunch. Just when you think you have a quiet place of sanctuary to hide from all the cruelty of this school, girls come along, laughing at you. Not for being a man, as you quickly became used to here, but for being a sissy, which they insist you are. “Did you see those pictures of him in the toilets?” “How can someone be so pathetic?” You promptly leave to find somewhere else to relax - a process which repeats itself a dozen times over the hour. By the end of the period, you’re left more stressed out than when it began.\ <<elseif $JenR lt -1 and $I gt 4>><<set $I to $I - 5, $S to $S + 1>>It’s lunch, which means that you have some reprieve from the stress of being a student. You’re about to find a quiet spot to relax when $Jen spots you. “What’s up, loser? I think I forgot my lunch money, can you lend me some?” You’re about to feign that you forgot your wallet when $Jen continues “sorry if I made that sound like a question. Hand some over.” Her raised voice is attracting eyes, so you cut the conversation short by ripping out a note from your wallet and handing it to her. She prances gleefully away, clearly taking pleasure in tormenting you. Meanwhile, you try and get some revenge by ogling her generous ass beneath a short skirt that’s prone to drafting upwards. You manage to stumble across a lonely area of Farrix, and waste away the rest of the hour by playing mobile games and listening to music.\ <<else>>It’s lunch, which means that you have some reprieve from the stress of being a student. You manage to stumble across a lonely area of Farrix, and waste away the rest of the hour by playing mobile games and listening to music.<</if>> [[8-2d<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 13>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 1>>[[8-2e<-Continue]]<<else>>[[8-2f<-Continue][$H to 16]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 16>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<if $FPiss is 1 and $FPissS gt 7 and $GrayLunchFail gt 1 or $FPiss is 1 and $GrayR lt -2 and $FPissS gt 7>><<set $FPissS to $FPissS + 1>>You walk to Miss $Gray ‘s classroom for yet another miserable hour with your teacher. “It’s about time you showed up. Follow me.” Following her once more, you end up at the toilets. Just by entering them, you get a familiar taste in your mouth. [img[Images/P - Gray Pee.png]] As before, Miss $Gray goes into a stall by herself and relieves her bladder, the following sound of piss pouring into the toilet only filling you with dread. When she’s done, she summons you to the stall, where you again see her pussy glistening with piss. You kneel at her feet and move your head to the exposed vagina. Tongue sticking out like a panting dog, you swipe it at the wet pussy. Though you once thought that any amount of exposure to the taste could make it seem any less disgusting, you’re actually shocked to realize you’re becoming used to it. The taste remains gross, but you know you can handle it. When you’re confident you’re done, you rinse your mouth out at the sink to get rid of the aftertaste. Miss $Gray congratulates you for doing a good job on her way out. After you’ve done as much as you can, you follow in her footsteps.\ <<elseif $FPiss is 1 and $FPissS gt 0 and $GrayLunchFail gt 1 or $FPiss is 1 and $GrayR lt -2 and $FPissS gt 0>><<set $FPissS to $FPissS + 1>>You walk to Miss $Gray ‘s classroom for yet another miserable hour with your teacher. “It’s about time you showed up. Follow me.” Following her once more, you end up at the toilets. Just by entering them, you get a familiar, unpleasant taste in your mouth. [img[Images/P - Gray Pee.png]] As before, Miss $Gray goes into a stall by herself and relieves her bladder, the following sound of piss pouring into the toilet only filling you with dread. When she’s done, she summons you to the stall, where you again see her pussy glistening with piss. You kneel at her feet and move your head to the exposed vagina. Tongue sticking out like a panting dog, you swipe it at the wet pussy. You doubt that any amount of exposure to the taste could make it seem any less disgusting. The repulsive taste makes you want to quit, but you only go running for the faucet when you think you’re done, lest you annoy Miss $Gray further. The water at the sink doesn’t immediately cure the foulness, but at least it allows you to feel like you’re doing something. You’re so caught up in rinsing your mouth that you barely acknowledge Miss $Gray leave, but you do hear her laughing on her way out. After you’ve done as much as you can, you follow in her footsteps.\ <<elseif $FPiss is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 1 and $GrayR lt -2 or $FPiss is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 3>><<set $FPissS to $FPissS + 1>>You walk to Miss $Gray ‘s classroom for yet another miserable hour with your teacher. “It’s about time you showed up.” It was impossible for you to get here sooner, having only just finished your last lesson “I came as fast as I could.” “Even if I did believe you, that’s not what I’m talking about. Follow me.” She leads you out of the classroom, and you follow at her heels. You notice her walk is different from the normal calm strut you’re used to. She’s moving faster, almost jiggling her hips and is slightly leaned over. You stop outside the teachers’ toilets. “Come on, I don’t need you to wait out here.” Still perplexed by how she thinks following her to the restroom is a punishment, you follow her inside. [img[Images/P - Gray Pee.png]] Miss $Gray hurries inside one of the few stalls, leaving you to admire the sanitary room. The staff toilets are a certain level up from the lowly ones you’re forced to use. The luxurious facility has clean sinks, stalls that lock, and lights that don’t flicker constantly. In the background, you hear a faint trickle of liquid falling into a pool. You realize it’s Miss $Gray releasing her bladder. You think you even hear a sigh of relief from the same stall. When the sound stops, your teacher calls for you “you can come in now.” You’re standing outside the stall, not quite believing what you heard. “I don’t understand what you need me for.” “Just get in here!” Pulling open the door, Miss $Gray is sitting on the toilet. Obviously you expected this sight, but it’s still amazing that she’s allowing you to see her this way. Her skirt is pulled down beneath her knees, as are her pantyhose and panties, which are piled up in a mess of material. You don’t get to admire the sight for long. “I know you must be confused, but given your extreme disregard for me and my rules, I figured I needed to punish you dramatically. Now, help me wipe the piss.” Relieved that this was all she had in mind, you kneel down and put a hand on the toilet roll, but Miss $Gray slaps it away. “You really think you deserve to use that? No, use your mouth.” //What?!// You look at her dripping pussy. There’s piss clinging to it like a spider dangling from the underside of a surface. Her messy relieving of her bladder leaves you in a bind. On the one hand, it means you get to lick her pussy, which would surely feel satisfying considering how much her body teases you on a daily basis. However, licking up the urine that’s coating it doesn’t sound appealing in the least. “Screw this.” She wraps one of her hands around the back of your head, pulling you in and down, until your mouth is mushed against her vagina. Panicking in the cramped environment, you stick out your tongue and begin rapidly licking. You lack technique, but try to clean between every fold and cranny just to get free of her grasp. And while you had hoped the loving taste of her pussy would distract you from the pee, the feel of it on your lips, gums and tongue is simply overpowering. The flavor can only be described by synonyms of foul. The rancid taste lingers even after Miss $Gray lets go, and you go spilling to the floor. You dash over to the sink and twist the knob. Pressing your mouth against the metal faucet, you’re content to drown if it means getting rid of the demonic aftertaste. You rinse, gargle, spit and swallow, but nothing seems to cure it. So devoted to trying to clean your mouth, you’re deaf to Miss $Gray , who walks over to you, smiling. “I guess that worked. Feel free to leave once you’re ready.” She heads out the door, and you’re left on your own. 15 minutes later, you leave yourself. The taste is still there, but you try to ignore it’s foul remnants.\ <<elseif $LickedGrayHeels is 0 and $FFeet is 1>><<set $LickedGrayHeels to 1>><<set $FootFetish to $FootFetish + 1, $L to $L + 2>>You walk to Miss $Gray ‘s classroom for yet another miserable hour with your teacher. Miss $Gray stays at her desk once you enter, but she does move her chair out to reveal the alcove underneath. Without clarifying what she wants you to do, she beckons for you to kneel down there. The ground isn’t comfortable, but Miss $Gray pulls her chair back in to seal you in your place. Her heels are dangling right under your nose. “My shoes are waiting. You’re not allowed out until they’re sparkling.” There’s no cloth in sight, so you’re still confused, but a loud sigh cuts that thought off. “Use your tongue.” Disgusted at the thought, you try to look up, only now realizing you can’t see her face. She moves her shoe to your lips, giving you a small taste. To your surprise, it isn’t repulsive. Giving it a chance, you open your mouth and put the toe of her shoe in your mouth. It’s a plain taste, the shiny material lacking any discernible flavor beside humiliation. With the shoe now wet, you lick it with your tongue, which pleasantly glides across it. Despite it being an objectively demeaning act, you continue shining her black high heels, while she types away at her computer. When she switches positions, you change your attention to the alternate shoe. When you look up, you hope for a beautiful view of her panites, but her sensibly sized skirt and closed thighs prevent it. Regardless, you continue your task. You have to move your neck a lot to reach the rest of the shoe, but you’re so committed to the task that you do it. After the toe, you make your way up the main body of the shoe, working the part closest to her actual heel, before teasing yourself by cleaning the stiletto. Its phallic shape makes it the most demeaning part, but you find yourself enjoying it the most. After an immeasurable amount of time, Miss $Gray stands, allowing you to return to your feet. After so long in your submissive pose, your knees ache. “I wasn’t expecting much, but you’ve certainly surpassed my expectations.” She leans over for an even closer view. “Maybe I’ll have to punish you more often - you didn’t get to the underside.” With her apparent dismissal, she allows you to walk out, the peculiar taste still lingering in your mouth.\ <<elseif $FFeet is 1>><<set $FootFetish to $FootFetish + 1>>You walk to Miss $Gray ‘s classroom for yet another miserable hour with your teacher. Miss $Gray stays at her desk once you enter, but she does move her chair out to reveal the alcove underneath. You understand what she wants you to do, so you kneel down at her feet. The ground isn’t comfortable, but Miss $Gray slides her chair in to entomb you in your submissive position. Her heels are dangling under your nose like an oncoming sneeze. She moves her shoe to your lips, giving you a small taste. You begin by sucking on the tip of the shoes, trying to engulf it like you were speed running eating ice cream. The display could only be more pathetic if the shoes were open toed. Wetting your appetite, you continue on by sliding your tongue on the curved surface. Even in the dark alcove you’re stuck in, you can see the shoes reflecting from its saliva coating. Despite it being an objectively demeaning act, you continue shining her black high heels, while she types away at her computer. When she switches positions, you change your attention to the alternate shoe. Any thoughts of looking up are dismissed in favor of continuing your task like a steadfast steward. You have to move your neck a lot to reach the rest of the shoe, but you’re so committed to the task that you do it. After the toe, you make your way up the main body of the shoe, working the part closest to her actual heel, before teasing yourself by cleaning the stiletto. Its phallic shape makes it the most demeaning part, but you find yourself enjoying it the most. After an immeasurable amount of time, Miss $Gray stands, allowing you to return to your feet. After so long in your submissive pose, your knees ache. You can’t help but feel the task wasn’t done, having missed the underside of the shoe. You recover as she returns to her work, having experienced another session of discipline from your teacher. With her dismal, you leave Farrix.\ <<else>><<set $TimesSpanked to $TimesSpanked + 1>>Today, <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>>opts for a punishment more traditional, though certainly not typical. Indeed, before you met <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>>you would have put certain money on the fact you would never be spanked by a teacher, and yet here you are. In fact, as far as her punishments go, some slaps, or maybe some tool assisted strikes to the rear, is quite tame for her standards. Miss $Gray immediately removes any protection, however, slim, that would be offered by your regulation school pants and underwear, which are yanked down with a disapproving tug. You’re promptly tugged with similar disregard over her lap, face down, of course. Staring at the floor helps hammer home just how far beneath her you are, as if your imprisoned cock wasn’t enough. The first strike come before you expect, and results in a cute yelp of shock. Miss $Gray lets out a cackle. “Oh, sissy. We’ve barely begun.” Each hit of your exposed rear causes both your face and butt to redden in the face of humiliation and pain, respectively. It’s a cruel punishment that wounds your psyche almost as much as the physical pain hurts your crying ass. Almost. Part of you hopes that Miss $Gray will exhaust herself before she dishes out the damage she wants to, but that proves false after 50th or so strike. It’s only after you’ve long since lost count of times you’ve been hit, and your screams of pain and cries for mercy have filled the room to a point she contemplated giving you a gag, that she stops. Her dismissal comes in the form of silence. She simply pulls you off her lap, and let’s you dare to leave once you think she’s done.<</if>> [[8-2f<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] You walk out of Farrix, your chastity key still around the ankle of $Ash . <<if $A gt 0>>[[Room 0<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>> <<if $S gt 9>>You feel too stressed to not go straight home<</if>>\ <<if $S lt 10 and $A gt 0>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>>

<<set $Dial to 100000>><<set $Code to 0>><<set $CC2 to 3>><<set $Fem to 33>>\ <<set $AshAskStockings to 0, $AshAskClitty to 0, $AshAskTucking to 0, $AshAskLock to 0>>\ [img[Images/Mall event.jpg]] You decide to wait for $Ash to see what she wants. After a quick text, she promises to be there soon. <<if $AshMad is 0>><<set $M to $M + 15>>It doesn’t take long for your friend to arrive, and when she does, she’s visibly out of breath. “I came…as fast as I could. Thanks for meeting me.”<<else>><<set $H to $H + 1>>Your phone counts the time you’re left waiting for her. No amount of mobile games can occupy the hour it takes for $Ash to arrive, and she’s not in the least bit apologetic for making you twiddle your thumbs. “Come on, we’ve got stuff to do.”<</if>> $Ash leads you through the mall, where you struggle to make conversation, and she doesn’t elaborate on what her plans are, though they seem to be clear once the two of you arrive at Eclipse Clothing. “You brought the money, right?” She inquires as you walk in. Double-checking, you press your hand on your pocket. “Yeah. What’s it for?” <<if $AshMad is 0>>”Well, I wanted a better idea of your style, so we’re going to see what you look like in some new clothes.” You walk in tandem through the expansive store, and you’re left to look on as $Ash selects what she wants to see you in, disregarding or just straight up ignoring your suggestions. When she selects a pair of cute denim shorts with a stitched-in floral design, you show her a more modest style. When she grabs a pair of black leather leggings, you present a denim alternative. Along the way, she even picks out a bunch of articles for herself. By the time you’re in the changing stalls together, your arms are exhausted. “Hmm, I think I want to see you in these first!” She thrusts the leather leggings back into your arms once you’ve dropped the rest of the load down. You strip down as you’ve become accustomed to doing in front of women. Getting the pants on proves to be a nightmare, though you wouldn’t be surprised if $Ash deliberately picked out a pair that were too small. To say they lack modesty would be the understatement of the century, as the sight in the mirror shows your pronounced chastity cage that would instantly show off to everyone what you’re packing. “Maybe we should do something about that.” She unclasps the delicate anklet she’s wearing and slides off the key. After encouraging you to expose your penis to her, she unlocks your cage, but rather than letting your member hang loosely like you’re used to, she tucks it back beneath your scrotum, before pulling your underwear up to trap it in place. When you lift up the leggings to complete the outfit, the view is much more appealing. There’s still a slight bump, but it isn’t terribly noticeable. “Turn around.” After you do, you feel her slap your ass “man, they make your booty look sweeter than a bucket of candy.” You show her the rest of the outfits she picked out. She doesn’t say much bad, only the occasional “it would look nicer if you had bigger boobs” or “if only your clitty was a little smaller.” If she’s being honest that they actually look good, then $Ash certainly has an eye for what suits you. After an hour of modeling clothes, you’re thankful that $Ash says you’re finally ready to leave. “Come here first though, we need to get that little clitty back in its cage.” You strip down one final time to give her access to your cock, which was only staying flaccid because of its awkward position. She puts the cage back on, but rather than use the normal lock, you’re confused to see $Ash pull out another lock, and trap your cage shut with it. You examine the new device, and see that it has no hole for a key, but rather several different dials, all with numbers on. “Miss $Gray told me that she gave you the key when you were good, but I guess she never realized you could have easily copied it in that time. You see, this is exactly why I’m a much better trainer for you.” You spin the 5 dials, seeing that they all have 10 digits on. “I wouldn’t try breaking out of that if I were you. You’d be there an awful long time.” “So how much of these clothes do you think we should buy?” You ask, looking at the large collection of clothing you brought in with you. “Oh, we’re not buying any of it.” “What? Then, why did we even come here?” “I told you, to see what your style is.” “So why did I have to bring the money?” “That’s for me, silly. I needed to add something new to my wardrobe.” You can’t help but feel defeated. All that time dressing up, and you aren’t going to have anything to show for it. “Don’t be disappointed, because I have something else for you. Something much sexier.” She reaches into her bag once more, pulling out a package, structurally identical to a box of pantyhose, but the alluring image on the front reveals it to be something much more sultry. The model is wearing sexy stockings, which are much more eye-catching than regular pantyhose. “I stopped by Satin Diva the other day and got you these for being such a good sissy. Go ahead, try them on.” You remove the rest of your clothing and bust open the box. “Careful now, you wouldn’t want to risk tearing them.” Using the same technique for pantyhose, you bunch up one of the stockings before gently pulling it up your leg. After repeating the process, you have two sexy stockings on your legs. You actually find them easier to put on than pantyhose, since you didn’t have to awkwardly dance them up over your hips. $Ash and you look at the beautiful image in the mirror. They draw attention up to your crotch, and help frame your body in a way that would capture anyone’s attention. The beautiful shade helps paint your legs, while the lace band at the top ensures that they are hot from top to bottom. “Nice, right? I’m sure you feel like such a slut, so cover up, and let’s leave.” You follow her order and get dressed, but figure you can still talk while you do. [[Ash C1b<-Ask about stockings][$H to $H + 1, $AshAskStockings to 1]] [[Ash C1b<-Ask about her calling your penis a “clitty”][$H to $H + 1, $AshAskClitty to 1]] [[Ash C1b<-Ask about tucking][$H to $H + 1, $AshAskTucking to 1]] [[Ash C1b<-Ask about the new lock][$H to $H + 1, $AshAskLock to 1]]\ <<elseif $AshMad is 1>>”I need a better idea of your style, so we’re going to see what you look like in some clothes that I pick out.” You walk in tandem through the expansive store, and you’re left to look on as $Ash selects what she wants to see you in, disregarding or just straight up ignoring your suggestions. When she selects a pair of cute denim shorts with a stitched-in floral design, you show her a more modest style. When she grabs a pair of black leather leggings, you present a denim alternative. Along the way, she even picks out a bunch of articles for herself. By the time you’re in the changing stalls together, your arms are exhausted. “Hmm, I think I want to see you in these first!” She thrusts the leather leggings back into your arms once you’ve dropped the rest of the load down. You strip down as you’ve become accustomed to doing in front of women. Getting the pants on proves to be a nightmare, though you wouldn’t be surprised if $Ash deliberately picked out a pair that were too small. To say they lack modesty would be the understatement of the century, as the sight in the mirror shows your pronounced chastity cage that would instantly show off to everyone what you’re packing. “Maybe we should do something about that.” She unclasps the delicate anklet she’s wearing and slides off the key. After encouraging you to expose your penis to her, she unlocks your cage, but rather than letting your member hang loosely like you’re used to, she tucks it back beneath your scrotum, before pulling your underwear up to trap it in place. When you lift up the leggings to complete the outfit, the view is much more appealing. There’s still a slight bump, but it isn’t terribly noticeable. “Turn around.” After you do, you feel her slap your ass “man, they make your booty look sweeter than a bucket of candy. If you keep being troublesome, I might have to spank it.” You show her the rest of the outfits she picked out. She doesn’t say much bad, only the occasional “it would look nicer if you had bigger boobs” or “if only your clitty was a little smaller.” If she’s being honest that they actually look good, then $Ash certainly has an eye for what suits you. Of course, she keeps complaining that you could be changing quicker. After an hour of modeling clothes, you’re thankful that $Ash says you’re finally ready to leave. “Come here first though, we need to get that little clitty back in its cage.” You strip down one final time to give her access to your cock, which was only staying flaccid because of its awkward position. She puts the cage back on, but rather than use the normal lock, you’re confused to see $Ash pull out another lock, and trap your cage shut with it. You examine the new device, and see that it has no hole for a key, but rather several different dials, all with numbers on. “Miss $Gray told me that she gave you the key when you were good, but I guess she never realized you could have easily copied it in that time. You see, this is exactly why I’m a much better trainer for you. You’ll be the hottest sissy in no time with me around.” You spin the 5 dials, seeing that they all have 10 digits on. “I wouldn’t try breaking out of that if I were you. You’d be there an awful long time.” “So how much of these clothes do you think we should buy?” You ask, looking at the large collection of clothing you brought in with you. “Stupid sissy, we’re not buying any of it.” “What? Then, why did we even come here?” “I told you, to see what your style is. And because I want to.” “But why did I need to bring the money?” “That’s for me, silly. I needed to add something new to my wardrobe. Consider it payment for having such a goddess for a guide.” You can’t help but feel defeated. All that time dressing up, and you aren’t going to have anything to show for it. “Don’t be disappointed, because I have something else for you. Something much sexier. But you’ll have to wait a moment for that.” [[Ash C1b<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]<</if>>

[img[Images/R - Dial 1.jpg]] <<if $S gt 9>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ <<if $Dial lt 26000>><<set $CC2 to 1>><<set $Code to 1>>”YES!” You yell at the top of your lungs at the lock finally buckling under your relentless tenacity. The dopamine floods your system like a tsunami as you pull off the cage, allowing your penis to finally grow back to life. The freedom is sweeter than anytime Miss $Gray allowed you the key. This took hours, days even, and you earned your liberty. Despite your celebration, you figure you should still wear the cage when seeing $Ash , or even Miss $Gray , in case someone decides to check on the lock. You look down at the defeated mechanism. 74779 - the code to finally crack it. //I wonder what the significance of that is// [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $L to $L + 2, $S to $S - 4]]\ <<elseif $H gt 22>>There are only $Dial possibilities left. <<set $Dial to $Dial - 2000>> //Okay, 3600 seconds in an hour. If I can go at 1 attempt per second, I should have this done in…eventually// You spin at the dials, going up 1 value at a time. In reality, 3600 attempts in an hour is too optimistic. You crank out 2000 possibilities, though your willpower and output inevitably slips near the end. The arduous task kills your thoughts of anything sexual, but leaves you wanting to do anything but mindlessly spin dials. Now, there’s only $Dial more possibilities. //sigh// It's too late to do that [[Computer<-Stop][$L to $L - 1, $S to $S + 1, $H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $H lt 23>>There are only $Dial possibilities left. <<set $Dial to $Dial - 2000>> //Okay, 3600 seconds in an hour. If I can go at 1 attempt per second, I should have this done in…eventually// You spin at the dials, going up 1 value at a time. In reality, 3600 attempts in an hour is too optimistic. You crank out 2000 possibilities, though your willpower and output inevitably slips near the end. The arduous task kills your thoughts of anything sexual, but leaves you wanting to do anything but mindlessly spin dials. Now, there’s only $Dial more possibilities. //sigh// [[Dial<-Keep trying][$L to $L - 1, $S to $S + 1, $H to $H + 1]] [[Computer<-Stop][$L to $L - 1, $S to $S + 1, $H to $H + 1]]<</if>>

<<if $AshMad is 0>><<set $Stockings1 to 1, $CL[2] to 41>><</if>><<if $AshAskStockings is 1>>”I’m a bit confused. I’ve seen so many styles of these. How come these stay up and some don’t?" “Well, those that you are wearing are thigh highs. They have a band at the top with silicone rings inside to help them stay up.” You peel them back, seeing the clear rings inside that amazingly aren't sticky to the touch. “Some of them don’t have that though. They require a garter belt, unless you want to be pulling them back up all day. Those are a whole other level of sexy. You can get one from Satin Diva. Of course, garter straps can come with other pieces of lingerie, like panties or a corset. Quick tip: panties go over the straps. It makes it easier to pee, or to have fun. That’s something they have over pantyhose, in addition to being sexier. Also, stockings are also easier to replace, since they’re two items not one. I know there’s a lot of nomenclature when it comes to lingerie, but “stockings” is kind of a catch-all term, regardless of whether they need a garter or not. And one last thing: if you’re going to wear stockings under a short skirt, be mindful of the band. If a man can see the lace top, it’ll drive him wild.” “They’re just like socks, but better in every way.”\ <<elseif $AshAskTucking is 1>>”How come you were able to make my…penis stay like that?” “You don’t know about tucking? You really are an uneducated sissy. If you pull your clitty back beneath your balls you can keep it in place with your underwear. Of course, you can wear pantyhose as well to help add strength to it. I suppose that’s something they have over stockings. You could keep it in place with tape, though I’d be careful with that, unless you’re into cbt, in which case go wild. It can be done if you’re going to wear something tight, like those leggings, or even if you wanted to model some lingerie and look convincing. It’s done by guys in drag all the time. Unfortunately, it’s more important that your little clitty stays locked than it is to tuck it, so you won’t be getting much practice.”\ <<elseif $AshAskClitty is 1>>”Why do you keep calling it that? My “clitty?”” “Because that’s what it is, silly sissy. Do you really think you have a “cock” or “penis”? Because if you did, you’d be able to satisfy me, or any other woman. But your little staff wasn’t meant for that. Priapus decided that you were comedic relief in the genitalia department, so that’s how you’ll stay. You may still think of it as a man’s tool, but your outlook will change eventually. Of course, some sissies are given even smaller clitties. Maybe one day, you’ll aspire to be like them." //Yeah, right//\ <<elseif $AshAskLock is 1>>”Do you really think I have another key?” “Maybe. But it also serves to remind you that I’m in charge of you now, not Miss $Gray , and you can see that everytime you look at your little clitty.” “What about that anklet? You wear the key on it, and this doesn’t need it.” “I know, but aren’t you humiliated by other people seeing it? Don’t you worry that someone can see us out together, and know that I keep your clit under lock and key? Because you need to be used to that feeling of humiliation. It’s one of the few things in a sissy’s life that is constant. It’s also another symbol of your status as a submissive, just as how that new lock is a symbol of my power over you, or how your clit is a symbol of your inferiority to men.”<</if>> You and $Ash walk out of the changing room and return the clothes you tried on to their respective racks. After that, $Ash insists you pay for the items she wants, her justification being that <<if $AshMad is 0>><<set $I to $I - 50>>you need to get used to doing what she wants.<<else>><<set $I to $I - 100>>you’re her bitch.<</if>> <<if $AshMad is 0>><<set $W8A3 to 1>>When you walk out the shop you hand the bag of $Ash ‘s clothes to her. “That’s your first test done. I need to prepare for your next one, but I’ll let you know when I’m ready. Keep this up, and you’ll be a full fledged sissy in no time!” She proclaims that part far too loudly for your liking, and she saunters away with her bag of clothes. You look at yourself in a tall mirror attached to one of the walls of the mall. You just spent 50$ on a woman and all you got in exchange was a new lock on your chastity device and a pair of stockings. At least they hold up by themselves. //And look pretty. Maybe I should go to Satin Diva myself and get some more, or perhaps a garter belt// [[Mall<-Continue][$L to $L + 3]]\ <<elseif $AshMad is 1>>When you walk out the shop you hand $Ash her bag. “I can’t wait to show these off. In fact, how about I do that now? Let’s go to the toilet to change.” “I’ll just stay out here until you’re back” you suggest as you find yourself outside the toilets. “I don’t think so, I want you to come in there with me.” “I can’t go into the women's toilets!” You reply in a mix of a yell and yet somehow hushed voice. “You can, and you will. It’s important you get used to being seen as a woman, because you’re much closer to that than a man. Besides, don’t you want that present I have for you? Now come on, little bitch.” “Wait…wait, can we at least wait until there aren’t that many people around?” $Ash sighs “fine, if that’s what it takes.” You two linger for a few minutes, until the foot traffic dies down. $Ash seems to realize that unless she drags you in, you probably don’t have the guts to do it yourself, so she grabs you by the hand and pulls you into the toilets.<</if>> <<if $KissAshShoes is 1 and $AshMad is 1>>[[Ash C1c<-Continue][$M to $M + 30, $CK to [0, 0, 0]]]<<elseif $KissAshShoes is 0 and $AshMad is 1>>[[Ash C1c<-Continue][$M to $M + 30, $CK to [0, 0, 0], $CL[0] to 0, $CL[1] to 0]]<</if>>

<<set $Stockings1 to 1, $CL[2] to 41>>\ Glancing around, there’s no one at the sinks, though there are women occupying some of the stalls. $Ash ushers you into one together. It’s a tight squeeze, and you two have to speak in whispers to avoid raising attention. $Ash reaches into her bag and pulls out a small box in her hands that’s almost identical to a box of pantyhose, but the alluring image on the front reveals it to be something much more sultry. The model is wearing sexy stockings, which are much more eye-catching than regular pantyhose. “I stopped by Satin Diva the other day and got these for my new sissy. Go ahead, try them on.” <<if $KissAshShoes is 1 and $S lt 6>>After taking off your outer clothes, you bust open the box. “Careful now, you wouldn’t want to risk tearing them.” Using the same technique for pantyhose, you bunch up one of the stockings before gently pulling it up your leg. After repeating the process, you have two sexy stockings on your legs. You actually find them easier to put on than pantyhose, since you didn’t have to awkwardly dance them up over your hips. “You look SO slutty right now. I think you should wear them more often to get used to that whorish feeling. I can see it already, those pretty legs of yours on the floor, kneeling beneath a man. Don’t I deserve praise for such a kind gift?” “Tha…” $Ash gives you a vicious slap across your cheek. “No, idiot. The same way you thanked me before, get on your pretty knees and kiss.” You do as she asks, rationalizing that this is actually easier since you can't be seen by anyone. Your eyes can only see the bathroom floor and $Ash shoes, which you give a kiss to on the toe of her shoe. Rotating your head left and right, it’s humiliating to realize you're on the same level as so many feet and just inches from the floor. Standing back up, $Ash is holding her bag closely. “Good job. I’ll see you at school.” You’re about to ask why she’s leaving so suddenly but she’s already out the stall door, and when you go to pursue her you hear voices coming to the toilets, cornering you back inside. You can’t understand $Ash ‘s abrupt exit, but it becomes clear once you realize the stall is empty of your clothes. You’re left in your underwear inside of the women’s toilets, with your clothes in the fleeing bag of the woman who also controls your cock. You’re fucked. Or so you think, but maybe you could pull a big dick move and just walk out nonchalantly. Sure it’s obvious like this that you’re a guy, and being so naked is going to attract all the eyes anyway, but you don’t have much choice if you want to get out of here. Alternatively, you could just wait until it’s closing time to walk out, but it’s not like that guarantees you wouldn’t run into anyone anyway. Looking around to see if you have any other options, you look up to find a vent covering. If you could get it open, it could lead to a way of escape. [[Ash C Walk<-Walk out][$H to $H + 1]] [[Ash C Wait<-Wait][$H to 20, $M to 0]] [[Ash C Vent<-Try to open the vent][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $KissAshShoes is 1 and $S gt 5>>After taking off your outer clothes, you bust open the box. “Careful now, you wouldn’t want to risk tearing them.” Using the same technique for pantyhose, you bunch up one of the stockings before gently pulling it up your leg. After repeating the process, you have two sexy stockings on your legs. You actually find them easier to put on than pantyhose, since you didn’t have to awkwardly dance them up over your hips. “You look SO slutty right now. I think you should wear them more often to get used to that whorish feeling. I can see it already, those pretty legs of yours on the floor, kneeling beneath a man. Don’t I deserve praise for such a kind gift?” “Tha…” $Ash gives you a vicious slap across your cheek. “No, idiot. The same way you thanked me before, get on your pretty knees and kiss.” You do as she asks, rationalizing that this is actually easier since you can't be seen by anyone. Your eyes can only see the bathroom floor and $Ash shoes, which you give a kiss to on the toe. Rotating your head left and right, it’s humiliating to realize you're on the same level as so many feet and just inches from the grimy floor. Standing back up, $Ash is holding her bag closely. “Good job. I’ll see you at school.” You’re about to ask why she’s leaving so suddenly but she’s already out the stall door, and when you go to pursue her you hear voices coming to the toilets, cornering you back inside. You can’t understand $Ash ‘s abrupt exit, but it becomes clear once you realize the stall is empty of your clothes. You’re left in your underwear inside of the women’s toilets, with your clothes in the fleeing bag of the woman who also controls your cock. You’re fucked. If you were feeling more confident, you might have been able to entertain the idea of leaving in nothing but your undies, but that’s hardly an option in your stress filled mind. You could wait until it’s closing time to walk out, but it’s not like that guarantees you wouldn’t run into anyone. Looking around to see if you have any other options, you look up to find a vent covering. If you could get it open, it could lead to a way of escape. You’re too stressed to walk out. [[Ash C Wait<-Wait][$H to 20, $M to 0]] [[Ash C Vent<-Try to open the vent][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $KissAshShoes is 0>>After taking off your outer clothes, you’re about to open the box when $Ash stops you “no, take all your clothes off. I need to see just how slutty you can look.” Stripping completely, you bust open the box. “Careful now, you wouldn’t want to risk tearing them.” Using the same technique for pantyhose, you bunch up one of the stockings before gently pulling it up your leg. After repeating the process, you have two sexy stockings on your legs. You actually find them easier to put on than pantyhose, since you didn’t have to awkwardly dance them up over your hips. “You look SO slutty right now. I think you should wear them more often to get used to that whorish feeling. I can see it already, those pretty legs of yours on the floor, kneeling beneath a man. Don’t I deserve praise for such a kind gift?” “Tha…” $Ash gives you a vicious slap across your cheek. “No, idiot. The same way you should have thanked me before, get on your pretty knees and kiss.” You do as she asks, rationalizing that this is actually easier since you can't be seen by anyone. Your eyes can only see the bathroom floor and $Ash shoes, which you give a kiss to on the toe. Rotating your head left and right, it’s humiliating to realize you're on the same level as so many feet and just inches from the floor. Standing back up, $Ash is holding her bag closely. “Good job. I’ll see you at school.” You’re about to ask why she’s leaving so suddenly but she’s already out the stall door, and when you go to pursue her you hear voices coming to the toilets, cornering you back inside. You can’t understand $Ash ‘s abrupt exit, but it becomes clear once you realize the stall is empty of your clothes. You’re left in nothing but a pair of stockings in the women’s toilets, with your clothes in the fleeing bag of the woman who also controls your cock. You’re fucked. There’s no way you can get out of this. Not only would walking out of here like this be social suicide, it would be a quick trip to a jail cell as well. After considering that possibility, you decide that leaving once the mall closes would be a much better bet, though it’s far from flawless. Looking around to see if you have any other options, you look up to find a vent covering. If you could get it open, it could lead to a way of escape. [[Ash C Wait<-Wait][$H to 20, $M to 0]] [[Ash C Vent<-Try to open the vent][$H to $H + 1]]<</if>>

<<set $W8A2 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>\ There’s no time like the present. You try to amp yourself up by shouting in your head and recounting all the advice you’ve ever been given about not caring about other people’s opinion. Unlatching the door, you walk out into the wild. Just as you’re about to walk out the toilets, the entrance way gets blocked by a pair of young women coming in. They don’t say anything as you walk past them, but you feel their gaze on you like floodlights. The journey through the entire mall is much more humiliating though. There are more women laughing than there are silent. Some of them try to be subtle with their giggles and staring, while others are brutally honest with their laughter, which causes more than a few to get second hand embarrassment. <<if $Bra is 1>>The bra on your chest not only makes you seem more pathetic, it outlines how out of place you are because of how it isn’t holding up anything. More than that though, it draws more attention to your upper body, making it more likely people will see and remember your face. <</if>>Men join in on the chorus of mockery. To them, there’s not a man walking through the mall, <<if $CL[1] isnot 101>>there’s a sissy wearing panties which do next to nothing to hide the chastity cage beneath. Today would have been a great day to wear boxers.<<else>>there’s a fool wearing underwear which don't do nearly enough to conceal the impression of the chastity cage underneath.<</if>> There are elderly people looking on, tutting to themselves, sure to have fuels for a decade of rants. Shoppers and sellers alike stop mid transaction to stare in any mix of disgust, laughter and confusion. The stockings are by far the worst part, though. Without them, it could have just been a simple prank or a dare to an onlooker, but the slutty lingerie on your legs makes it seem like you’re a lost whore who’s far too drugged up to know where they are. <<if $ShaveLegs lt 8>>Also ruining that theory is your smooth legs, demonstrating that you’re feminine more often than just now. <</if>><<if $PaintedToes gt 0>>They certainly don’t have a great synergy with your painted toes, which only give yet another thing for people to laugh at.<</if>> The seemingly endless mall finally lets you escape it’s cruel dungeon. It’s not that there aren’t people on the street who point, mock and chuckle at your expense though, but it’s just that there are less of them. You take as many backstreets and shortcuts as you can to get the asylum of home. Waiting on the porch is a convenient pile of clothing that was stolen from you, neatly folded like their absence didn’t cause you the greatest humiliation you’ve ever experienced. On top is a cute note written on a scrap of paper. “This is what it’s like to be my slut.” [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $S to 10 , $L to $L - 2]]

<<set $W8A2 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>\ Opting for the choice which conveniently requires the least amount of action now, you twiddle your thumbs and think about how $Ash tricked you into this cruel situation. No matter how much you promise yourself that you’ll never let her do this to you again, it doesn’t change the present situation. With zero way to tell the time, you have no idea how much longer you have to wait. But you ride through the peak time of foot traffic in the mall until there are less and less people entering the toilets. The last person to come in yells inside “anyone in here?” With no answer, they turn the light off to leave you in darkness. //Finally, I can get out of here// You wait an extra torturous half hour to ensure that there’s no one in the mall before leaving. It feels great to stretch your legs, but not nearly as good as it will feel to be back home, you wager. The main area of the mall is like something from a horror movie. There’s no artificial light, but the glass ceiling of the structure allows for some dramatic moonlight to guide your way. All the shops are secured with closed shutters, and the court areas have ominously empty chairs and clear tables. Most disturbing of all though, is the complete lack of any noise. The only sounds to be heard are the slaps of your nylon feet on the floor. Navigating your way to one of the many entries to the mall, you push against the door only for it to refuse to budge. It’s a massive oversight on your part to have forgotten that the doors would be locked. //I’ll have to try one of the other doors, or may…// That train of thought gets derailed when you realize there’s a flashlight pointed deliberately at you from the rear. Holding your breath, you slowly turn around… [[Ash C Wait 2<-Continue]]

<<set $H to $H + 1>>\ <<set $W8A2 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>\ Stepping on the toilet for extra height, you test the vent cover. You can see it budges slightly against your weight. The only way for it to open is if you put all your mass into it, but the noise would probably attract too much attention. For the next hour, you keep pulling at the grate when you think there’s no one in the toilets. It’s frustrating to exert all your strength but have to stop when the door swings open. Eventually though, the cover gives and loudly drops to the floor, allowing you to ungracefully climb into the metal catacombs. [img[Images/Vent.jpg]] You slither through the tunnels head first, and you’d struggle to go back now thanks to the tiny room you have. You can barely stretch your elbows without them colliding with the hard metal walls. [img[Images/Vent new.jpg]] One thing that movies have never accurately portrayed, you now learn, is how dark vents are. There’s no lighting in the tunnels, so you can barely see a meter ahead of you, but you keep crawling through like you're about to takedown a henchman anyway. There’s little noise to be heard either. There are some muffled voices that are far too incoherent to understand, and a gentle hum of machinery that echoes in the vent system. <<if $KissAshShoes is 0>>Other than that, there’s the scratching of your chastity cage against the aluminum paneling.<</if>> After taking many guesses of left or right, you keep crawling forward until you want to or not. You find yourself on a slant downwards - so steep that you can’t stop yourself from plummeting down. The last thing you see before the terrifying end to the slide is daylight. For a moment, you feel weightless, even though gravity is dragging you down quickly. The rare feeling ends as you drop into a cushiony pillow of garbage bags. It’s not hard to realize that you’re in a dumpster. Not only because of the trash, but also the foul smell which slithers it’s disgusting scent into your sinuses. You look up to see it’s about a 3 meter drop into the dumpster. You could have very easily died in your humiliating outfit, or lack thereof, were it not for the garbage you're laying in. [img[Images/Dumpster.jpg]] <<if $KissAshShoes is 1>>Despite that, it’s still gross. You look down to see your formerly new and beautiful stockings now look worse than if they were worn a thousand times. Your underwear is stained from a mixture of drinks, yogurt and ice cream. You feel a similar concoction drying in your hair. It’s so foul that you think it may have been better to simply have walked out of the mall. Clambering out of the giant trash can, you see you’re in a neglected part of the car park which only hosts delivery and garbage trucks. From here, you figure you can probably take enough backstreets and shortcuts to get home with very few people seeing you. That hope, combined with the disgust of all the dirt and grime living on your skin, gives you all the encouragement you need to get away from here. And in the first pleasant thing to happen today, you didn’t run into anyone on the embarrassing journey home. Waiting on the porch is a convenient pile of clothing that was stolen from you, neatly folded like their absence didn’t cause you the greatest humiliation you’ve ever experienced. On top is a cute note written on a scrap of paper. “This is what it’s like to be my slut.” You take them inside the asylum of your house before removing your clothes stained with the pungent smell of trash and bad memories. You throw away the stockings, which were far too ripped to be fashionable, but do your best to salvage the rest of the underwear. //Maybe I could get some new stockings for myself at Satin Diva// After taking the longest shower you can dream of, you try to recover from the traumatic experience. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to 21, $S to 10 , $L to $L - 2, $CL[2] to 0, $Stockings1 to 0]]\ <<else>>Despite that, it’s still gross. You look down to see your formerly new and beautiful stockings now look worse than if they were worn a thousand times. There’s a crude concoction of drinks, yogurt and ice cream drying in your hair. You also don’t know where exactly you landed. There could be a hundred people around, or zero. Considering you’re still almost naked, you decide to wait until dark. It takes hours. And hours. And hours. But eventually, you peek out with cautious eyes to see that there’s nobody to be seen under the moonlight. Clambering out of the giant garbage can, you’re happy to be back to your feet, and you set off home. You take as many backstreets and shortcuts as you know about while remaining wary about anyone who might see a sight they wouldn’t be able to forget. The feeling of your nylon-clad feet on the cold concrete is as foreign as your naked adventure. Glancing at the bottom of your feet, you see the underside of the hosiery is scratched and torn to nothing resembling the glamor they once held. Similarly, the air is unfamiliar at this time of night, especially against your almost, but not quite, bare legs. Waiting on the porch once you reach the asylum of your house is a convenient pile of clothing that was stolen from you, neatly folded like their absence didn’t cause you the greatest humiliation you’ve ever experienced. On top is a cute note written on a scrap of paper. “This is what it’s like to be my slut.”</spam> You take them inside the safety of your house before removing your stockings stained with the pungent smell of trash and bad memories, which you throw away like a receipt. //Maybe I could get some new stockings for myself at Satin Diva// After taking the longest shower you can dream of, you try to recover from the traumatic experience. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to 22, $S to 10 , $L to $L - 2, $CL[2] to 0, $Stockings1 to 0]]<</if>>

<<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return]]<</if>> [[Closet]] - Underwear drawer - [[Vanity table]] <<if $LingerieCounter gt 9>><<set $LingerieCounter to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $Panties1 is 1 and $LingerieCounter lt 5>><<set $LingerieCounter to $LingerieCounter + 1>>[img[Images/R - Panty Drawer.jpg]]\ <<elseif $Panties1 is 1 and $LingerieCounter gt 4>><<set $LingerieCounter to $LingerieCounter + 1>>[img[Images/R - Hosiery Drawer.jpg]]<</if>> \ \ [[Lingerie<-Lingerie set 1][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie1)]] - [[Lingerie<-Change preset][$ArrayLingerie1 to clone($CL)]] [[Lingerie<-Lingerie set 2][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie2)]] - [[Lingerie<-Change preset][$ArrayLingerie2 to clone($CL)]] [[Lingerie<-Lingerie set 3][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie3)]] - [[Lingerie<-Change preset][$ArrayLingerie3 to clone($CL)]] <<if $Hangers is 1>>[[Lingerie<-Lingerie set 4][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie4)]] - [[Lingerie<-Change preset][$ArrayLingerie4 to clone($CL)]] [[Lingerie<-Lingerie set 5][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie5)]] - [[Lingerie<-Change preset][$ArrayLingerie5 to clone($CL)]] <</if>>\ <<if $Home is 0>>__Underwear__<<else>>__Lingerie__<</if>> \ <<if $Home gt 0>>==Boxers==<<elseif $NoBoxers is 1>>==Boxers==<<elseif $CL[1] isnot 101>><<link "Boxers">> <<set $CL[1] to 101>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $CL[1] is 101>><<link "Take off boxers">> <<set $CL[1] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>><</if>> \ \ <<if $WornPanties is 0 and $Panties1 is 1>>[[Wear wet panties<-Try on stolen panties][$CL[1] to 1, $WornPanties to 1]]\ <<elseif $Panties1 is 1 and $CL[1] isnot 1 and $WornPanties is 1>><<link "Pink panties">> <<set $CL[1] to 1>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $CL[1] is 1>><<link "Take off pink panties">> <<set $CL[1] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Panties1 is 0>>???<</if>> - \ \ \ <<if $Thong1 is 1 and $CL[1] isnot 31>><<link "Pink thong">> <<set $CL[1] to 31>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Thong1 is 1 and $CL[1] is 31>><<link "Take off pink thong">> <<set $CL[1] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Thong1 is 0>>???<</if>> - \ \ \ <<if $Bra1 is 1 and $CL[0] isnot 1>><<link "Pink bra">> <<set $CL[0] to 1>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Bra1 is 1 and $CL[0] is 1>><<link "Take off pink bra">> <<set $CL[1] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Bra1 is 0>>???<</if>> - \ \ \ <<if $SportsBra1 is 1 and $CL[0] isnot 31>><<link "Pink sports bra">> <<set $CL[0] to 31>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $SportsBra1 is 1 and $CL[0] is 31>><<link "Take off pink sports bra">> <<set $CL[0] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $SportsBra1 is 0>>???<</if>>\ \ \ \ \ <<if $Panties3 is 1 and $CL[1] isnot 3>><<link "Black panties">> <<set $CL[1] to 3>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Panties3 is 1 and $CL[1] is 3>><<link "Take off black panties">> <<set $CL[1] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Panties3 is 0>>???<</if>> - \ \ \ <<if $Thong3 is 1 and $CL[1] isnot 33>><<link "Black thong">> <<set $CL[1] to 33>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Thong3 is 1 and $CL[1] is 33>><<link "Take off black thong">> <<set $CL[1] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Thong3 is 0>>???<</if>> - \ \ \ <<if $Bra3 is 1 and $CL[0] isnot 3>><<link "Black bra">> <<set $CL[0] to 3>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Bra3 is 1 and $CL[0] is 3>><<link "Take off black bra">> <<set $CL[1] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Bra3 is 0>>???<</if>>\ \ \ \ \ <<if $Panties8 is 1 and $CL[1] isnot 8>><<link "Blue panties">> <<set $CL[1] to 8>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Panties8 is 1 and $CL[1] is 8>><<link "Take off blue panties">> <<set $CL[1] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Panties8 is 0>>???<</if>> - \ \ \ <<if $Thong8 is 1 and $CL[1] isnot 38>><<link "Blue thong">> <<set $CL[1] to 38>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Thong8 is 1 and $CL[1] is 38>><<link "Take off blue thong">> <<set $CL[1] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Thong8 is 0>>???<</if>> - \ \ \ <<if $Bra8 is 1 and $CL[0] isnot 8>><<link "Blue bra">> <<set $CL[0] to 8>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Bra8 is 1 and $CL[0] is 8>><<link "Take off blue bra">> <<set $CL[0] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Bra8 is 0>>???<</if>> - \ \ \ <<if $SportsBra8 is 1 and $CL[0] isnot 38>><<link "Blue sports bra">> <<set $CL[0] to 38>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $SportsBra8 is 1 and $CL[0] is 38>><<link "Take off blue sports bra">> <<set $CL[1] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $SportsBra8 is 0>>???<</if>>\ \ \ \ \ <<if $Panties2 is 1 and $CL[1] isnot 2>><<link "Red panties">> <<set $CL[1] to 2>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Panties2 is 1 and $CL[1] is 2>><<link "Take off red panties">> <<set $CL[1] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Panties2 is 0>>???<</if>> - \ \ \ <<if $Bra2 is 1 and $CL[0] isnot 2>><<link "Red bra">> <<set $CL[0] to 2>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Bra2 is 1 and $CL[0] is 2>><<link "Take off red bra">> <<set $CL[1] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Bra2 is 0>>???<</if>>\ \ \ \ \ <<if $Panties4 is 1 and $CL[1] isnot 4>><<link "White panties">> <<set $CL[1] to 4>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Panties4 is 1 and $CL[1] is 4>><<link "Take off white panties">> <<set $CL[1] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Panties4 is 0>>???<</if>> - \ \ \ <<if $Bra4 is 1 and $CL[0] isnot 4>><<link "White bra">> <<set $CL[0] to 4>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Bra4 is 1 and $CL[0] is 4>><<link "Take off white bra">> <<set $CL[1] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Bra4 is 0>>???<</if>>\ \ \ \ \ <<if $Panties7 is 1 and $CL[1] isnot 7>><<link "Yellow panties">> <<set $CL[1] to 7>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Panties7 is 1 and $CL[1] is 7>><<link "Take off yellow panties">> <<set $CL[1] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Panties7 is 0>>???<</if>> - \ \ \ <<if $Bra7 is 1 and $CL[0] isnot 7>><<link "Yellow bra">> <<set $CL[0] to 7>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Bra7 is 1 and $CL[0] is 7>><<link "Take off yellow bra">> <<set $CL[1] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Bra7 is 0>>???<</if>>\ \ \ \ \ <<if $Panties9 is 1 and $CL[1] isnot 9>><<link "Green panties">> <<set $CL[1] to 9>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Panties9 is 1 and $CL[1] is 9>><<link "Take off green panties">> <<set $CL[1] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Panties9 is 0>>???<</if>> - \ \ \ <<if $Bra9 is 1 and $CL[0] isnot 9>><<link "Green bra">> <<set $CL[0] to 9>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Bra2 is 1 and $CL[0] is 9>><<link "Take off green bra">> <<set $CL[1] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Bra9 is 0>>???<</if>>\ \ \ \ \ <<if $Panties5 is 1 and $CL[1] isnot 5>><<link "Purple panties">> <<set $CL[1] to 5>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Panties5 is 1 and $CL[1] is 5>><<link "Take off purple panties">> <<set $CL[1] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Panties5 is 0>>???<</if>> - \ \ \ <<if $Bra5 is 1 and $CL[0] isnot 5>><<link "Purple bra">> <<set $CL[0] to 5>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Bra5 is 1 and $CL[0] is 5>><<link "Take off purple bra">> <<set $CL[1] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Bra5 is 0>>???<</if>> - \ \ \ <<if $SportsBra5 is 1 and $CL[0] isnot 35>><<link "Purple sports bra">> <<set $CL[0] to 35>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $SportsBra5 is 1 and $CL[0] is 35>><<link "Take off purple sports bra">> <<set $CL[0] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $SportsBra5 is 0>>???<</if>>\ \ \ \ \ <<if $GarterPanties1 is 1 and $CL[1] isnot 41>><<link "Pink and black garter panties">> <<set $CL[1] to 41>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $GarterPanties1 is 1 and $CL[1] is 41>><<link "Take off pink and black garter panties">> <<set $CL[1] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $GarterPanties1 is 0>>???<</if>> - \ \ \ <<if $Bra6 is 1 and $CL[0] isnot 6>><<link "Pink and black bra">> <<set $CL[0] to 6>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Bra6 is 1 and $CL[0] is 6>><<link "Take off pink and black bra">> <<set $CL[1] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Bra6 is 0>>???<</if>>\ \ \ \ \ <<if $GarterPanties2 is 1 and $CL[1] isnot 42>><<link "Red and black garter panties">> <<set $CL[1] to 42>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $GarterPanties2 is 1 and $CL[1] is 42>><<link "Take off red and black garter panties">> <<set $CL[1] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $GarterPanties2 is 0>>???<</if>>\ \ \ \ \ \ <<if $WornTights is 0>>__Socks__<<else>>__Hosiery__<</if>> \ <<if $Home gt 0>>==Black socks==\ <<elseif $CL[2] isnot 101>><<link "Black socks">> <<set $CL[2] to 101>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101>><<link "Take off black socks">> <<set $CL[2] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>><</if>> \ \ <<if $Tights1 is 1 and $WornTights is 0 and $H gt 7>><<link "Black tights">> <<set $CL[2] to 1>> <<goto "Try tights">>\ <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Tights1 is 1 and $WornTights is 0 and $H is 7>><<link "Black tights">> <<set $CL[2] to 1>> <<goto "Try tights school">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Tights1 is 1 and $CL[2] isnot 1>><<link "Black tights">> <<set $CL[2] to 1>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Tights1 is 1 and $CL[2] is 1>><<link "Take off black tights">> <<set $CL[2] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Tights1 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Tights2 is 1 and $WornTights is 0 and $H gt 7>><<link "Blue tights">> <<set $CL[2] to 2>> <<goto "Try tights">>\ <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Tights2 is 1 and $WornTights is 0 and $H is 7>><<link "Blue tights">> <<set $CL[2] to 2>> <<goto "Try tights school">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Tights2 is 1 and $CL[2] isnot 2>><<link "Blue tights">> <<set $CL[2] to 2>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Tights2 is 1 and $CL[2] is 2>><<link "Take off blue tights">> <<set $CL[2] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Tights2 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Tights4 is 1 and $WornTights is 0 and $H gt 7>><<link "Green tights">> <<set $CL[2] to 4>> <<goto "Try tights">>\ <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Tights4 is 1 and $WornTights is 0 and $H is 7>><<link "Green tights">> <<set $CL[2] to 4>> <<goto "Try tights school">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Tights4 is 1 and $CL[2] isnot 4>><<link "Green tights">> <<set $CL[2] to 4>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Tights4 is 1 and $CL[2] is 4>><<link "Take off green tights">> <<set $CL[2] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Tights4 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ <<if $Tights3 is 1 and $WornTights is 0 and $H gt 7>><<link "Pink tights">> <<set $CL[2] to 3>> <<goto "Try tights">>\ <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Tights3 is 1 and $WornTights is 0 and $H is 7>><<link "Pink tights">> <<set $CL[2] to 3>> <<goto "Try tights school">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Tights3 is 1 and $CL[2] isnot 3>><<link "Pink tights">> <<set $CL[2] to 3>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Tights3 is 1 and $CL[2] is 3>><<link "Take off pink tights">> <<set $CL[2] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Tights3 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Pantyhose1 is 1 and $CL[2] isnot 21>><<link "Black pantyhose">> <<set $CL[2] to 21>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Pantyhose1 is 1 and $CL[2] is 21>><<link "Take off black pantyhose">> <<set $CL[2] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Pantyhose1 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Pantyhose2 is 1 and $CL[2] isnot 22>><<link "Nude pantyhose">> <<set $CL[2] to 22>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Pantyhose2 is 1 and $CL[2] is 22>><<link "Take off nude pantyhose">> <<set $CL[2] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Pantyhose2 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Pantyhose3 is 1 and $CL[2] isnot 23>><<link "Fishnet pantyhose 1">> <<set $CL[2] to 23>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Pantyhose3 is 1 and $CL[2] is 23>><<link "Take off fishnet pantyhose 1">> <<set $CL[2] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Pantyhose3 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Pantyhose4 is 1 and $CL[2] isnot 24>><<link "Fishnet pantyhose 2">> <<set $CL[2] to 24>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Pantyhose4 is 1 and $CL[2] is 24>><<link "Take off fishnet pantyhose 2">> <<set $CL[2] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Pantyhose4 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Pantyhose7 is 1 and $CL[2] isnot 27>><<link "Patterned fishnet pantyhose ">> <<set $CL[2] to 27>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Pantyhose7 is 1 and $CL[2] is 27>><<link "Take off patterned fishnet pantyhose">> <<set $CL[2] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Pantyhose7 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Pantyhose8 is 1 and $CL[2] isnot 28>><<link "Black and purple striped pantyhose">> <<set $CL[2] to 25>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Pantyhose8 is 1 and $CL[2] is 25>><<link "Take off black and purple striped pantyhose">> <<set $CL[2] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Pantyhose8 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Pantyhose6 is 1 and $CL[2] isnot 26>><<link "Blue pantyhose">> <<set $CL[2] to 26>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Pantyhose6 is 1 and $CL[2] is 26>><<link "Take off blue floral pantyhose">> <<set $CL[2] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Pantyhose6 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Stockings1 is 1 or $Stockings2 is 1 or $Stockings3 is 1 or $Stockings4 is 1 or $Stockings5 is 1>>__Stockings__<<else>>__??????__<</if>> \ <<if $Stockings1 is 1 and $CL[2] isnot 41>><<link "Black stockings">> <<set $CL[2] to 41>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Stockings1 is 1 and $CL[2] is 41>><<link "Take off black stockings">> <<set $CL[2] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Stockings1 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Stockings2 is 1 and $CL[2] isnot 42>><<link "Opaque stockings">> <<set $CL[2] to 42>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Stockings2 is 1 and $CL[2] is 42>><<link "Take off opaque stockings">> <<set $CL[2] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Stockings2 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Stockings3 is 1 and $CL[2] isnot 43>><<link "Nude stockings">> <<set $CL[2] to 43>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Stockings3 is 1 and $CL[2] is 43>><<link "Take off nude stockings">> <<set $CL[2] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Stockings3 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Stockings4 is 1 and $CL[2] isnot 44>><<link "Pink stockings">> <<set $CL[2] to 44>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Stockings3 is 1 and $CL[2] is 44>><<link "Take off pink stockings">> <<set $CL[2] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Stockings4 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Stockings6 is 1 and $CL[2] isnot 46>><<link "Blue stockings">> <<set $CL[2] to 46>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Stockings6 is 1 and $CL[2] is 46>><<link "Take off blue stockings">> <<set $CL[2] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Stockings6 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Stockings5 is 1 and $CL[2] isnot 45>><<link "Fishnet stockings">> <<set $CL[2] to 45>> <<goto "Lingerie">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Stockings5 is 1 and $CL[2] is 45>><<link "Take off fishnet stockings">> <<set $CL[2] to 0>> <<goto "Lingerie">>\ <</link>>\ \ <<elseif $Stockings5 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Garter1 is 1 or $Garter2 is 1 or $Garter3 is 1 or $Garter4 or $Garter5 is 1>>__Garters__<<else>>__??????__<</if>> \ <<if $Garter1 is 1 and $GarterA is 0>>[[Lingerie<-Black garter belt][$GarterPantiesA to 0, $GarterPantiesB to 0, $GarterPantiesC to 0, $GarterPantiesD to 0, $GarterPantiesE to 0, $GarterA to 1, $GarterB to 0, $GarterC to 0, $GarterD to 0, $GarterE to 0]]<<elseif $GarterA is 1>>[[Lingerie<-Take off black garter belt][$GarterA to 0]]<<else>>???<</if>> \ <<if $Garter2 is 1 and $GarterB is 0>>[[Lingerie<-Red garter belt][$GarterPantiesA to 0, $GarterPantiesB to 0, $GarterPantiesC to 0, $GarterPantiesD to 0, $GarterPantiesE to 0, $GarterA to 0, $GarterB to 1, $GarterC to 0, $GarterD to 0, $GarterE to 0]]<<elseif $GarterB is 1>>[[Lingerie<-Take off red garter belt][$GarterB to 0]]<<else>>???<</if>> \ <<if $Garter3 is 1 and $GarterC is 0>>[[Lingerie<-Pink garters][$GarterPantiesA to 0, $GarterPantiesB to 0, $GarterPantiesC to 0, $GarterPantiesD to 0, $GarterPantiesE to 0, $GarterA to 0, $GarterB to 0, $GarterC to 1, $GarterD to 0, $GarterE to 0]]<<elseif $GarterC is 1>>[[Lingerie<-Take off pink garters][$GarterC to 0]]<<else>>???<</if>> \

<<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return]]<</if>> [[Closet]] - [[Lingerie<-Underwear drawer]] - Vanity table <<if $Foundation1 is 1 or $Concealer1 is 1 or $Mascara1 is 1 or $Eyeliner1 is 1 or $Blush1 is 1 or $Blush2 is 1 or $Eyeshadow1 is 1 or $Eyeshadow2 is 1 or $Eyeshadow3 is 1 or $Eyeshadow4 is 1 or $Eyeshadow5 is 1 or $Eyeshadow6 is 1 or $Lipstick1 is 1 or $Lipstick2 is 1 or $Lipstick3 is 1 or $Lipstick4 is 1 or $Lipstick5 is 1 or $Lipstick6 is 1 or $Lipstick7 is 1 or $StoleLipstick is 1>>[img[Images/R - Vanity.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/R - Vanity before.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $M gt 59>><<set $M to $M - 60, $H to $H + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Foundation1 is 1 or $Concealer1 is 1 or $Mascara1 is 1 or $Eyeliner1 is 1 or $Blush1 is 1 or $Blush2 is 1 or $Eyeshadow1 is 1 or $Eyeshadow2 is 1 or $Eyeshadow3 is 1 or $Eyeshadow4 is 1 or $Eyeshadow5 is 1 or $Eyeshadow6 is 1 or $Lipstick1 is 1 or $Lipstick2 is 1 or $Lipstick3 is 1 or $Lipstick4 is 1 or $Lipstick5 is 1 or $Lipstick6 is 1 or $Lipstick7 is 1>>__Make-up__<<else>>__??????__<</if>> <<if $Foundation1 is 1 and $FoundationA is 0 and $ConcealerA is 0>>[[Vanity table<-Foundation][$FoundationA to 1]]<<elseif $FoundationA is 1 or $ConcealerA is 1 and $Foundation1 is 1>>Foundation<<else>>???<</if>>\ - <<if $Concealer1 is 1 and $ConcealerA is 0>>[[Vanity table<-Concealer][$ConcealerA to 1]]<<elseif $ConcealerA is 1>>Concealer<<else>>???<</if>>\ - <<if $Mascara1 is 1 and $MascaraA is 0>>[[Vanity table<-Mascara][$MascaraA to 1]]<<elseif $MascaraA is 1>>Mascara<<else>>???<</if>>\ - <<if $Eyeliner1 is 1 and $EyelinerA is 0>>[[Vanity table<-Eyeliner][$EyelinerA to 1]]<<elseif $EyelinerA is 1 and $Eyeliner1 is 1>>Eyeliner<<else>>???<</if>>\ - <<if $Eyeshadow1 is 1 and $EyeshadowA is 0>>[[Vanity table<-Eyeshadow][$EyeshadowA to 1]]<<elseif $EyeshadowA is 1>>Eyeshadow<<else>>???<</if>> \ <<if $Blush1 is 1 and $BlushA is 0 and $BlushB is 0>>[[Vanity table<-Pink blush][$BlushA to 1]]<<elseif $BlushA is 1 and $Blush1 is 1 or $BlushB is 1 and $Blush1 is 1>>Pink blush<<else>>???<</if>>\ - <<if $Blush2 is 1 and $BlushA is 0 and $BlushB is 0>>[[Vanity table<-Red blush][$BlushB to 1]]<<elseif $BlushA is 1 and $Blush2 is 1 or $BlushB is 1 and $Blush2 is 1>>Red blush<<else>>???<</if>> \ <<if $Lipstick2 is 1 and $LipstickA is 0 and $LipstickB is 0 and $LipstickC is 0 and $LipstickD is 0 and $LipstickE is 0 and $LipstickF is 0 and $LipstickG is 0>>[[Vanity table<-Pink lipstick][$LipstickB to 1]]<<elseif $Lipstick2 is 0>>???<<else>>Pink lipstick<</if>>\ - <<if $WornLipstick is 0 and $StoleLipstick is 1>>[[Lipstick 1st time<-Try stolen lipstick]]<<elseif $StoleLipstick is 0 and $Lipstick3 is 1 and $LipstickA is 0 and $LipstickB is 0 and $LipstickC is 0 and $LipstickD is 0 and $LipstickE is 0 and $LipstickF is 0 and $LipstickG is 0>>[[Vanity table<-Red lipstick][$LipstickC to 1]]<<elseif $StoleLipstick is 1 and $LipstickA is 0 and $LipstickB is 0 and $LipstickC is 0 and $LipstickD is 0 and $LipstickE is 0 and $LipstickF is 0 and $LipstickG is 0>>[[Vanity table<-Stolen red lipstick][$LipstickC to 1]]<<elseif $LipstickA is 1 or $LipstickB is 1 or $LipstickC is 1 or $LipstickD is 1 or $LipstickE is 1 or $LipstickF is 1 or $LipstickG is 1 or $StoleLipstick is 0 and $Lipstick3 is 1>>Red lipstick<<elseif $LipstickA is 1 or $LipstickB is 1 or $LipstickC is 1 or $LipstickD is 1 or $LipstickE is 1 or $LipstickF is 1 or $LipstickG is 1 or $StoleLipstick is 1 and $Lipstick3 is 1>>Stolen red lipstick<<else>>???<</if>>\ - <<if $Lipstick4 is 1 and $LipstickA is 0 and $LipstickB is 0 and $LipstickC is 0 and $LipstickD is 0 and $LipstickE is 0 and $LipstickF is 0 and $LipstickG is 0>>[[Vanity table<-Cherry lipstick][$LipstickD to 1]]<<elseif $Lipstick4 is 0>>???<<else>>Cherry lipstick<</if>>\ - <<if $Lipstick5 is 1 and $LipstickA is 0 and $LipstickB is 0 and $LipstickC is 0 and $LipstickD is 0 and $LipstickE is 0 and $LipstickF is 0 and $LipstickG is 0>>[[Vanity table<-Orange lipstick][$LipstickE to 1]]<<elseif $Lipstick5 is 0>>???<<else>>Orange lipstick<</if>>\ - <<if $Lipstick6 is 1 and $LipstickA is 0 and $LipstickB is 0 and $LipstickC is 0 and $LipstickD is 0 and $LipstickE is 0 and $LipstickF is 0 and $LipstickG is 0>>[[Vanity table<-Purple lipstick][$LipstickF to 1]]<<elseif $Lipstick6 is 0>>???<<else>>Purple lipstick<</if>>\ - <<if $Lipstick7 is 1 and $LipstickA is 0 and $LipstickB is 0 and $LipstickC is 0 and $LipstickD is 0 and $LipstickE is 0 and $LipstickF is 0 and $LipstickG is 0>>[[Vanity table<-Black lipstick][$LipstickG to 1]]<<elseif $Lipstick7 is 0>>???<<else>>Black lipstick<</if>>\ - <<if $Lipstick1 is 1 and $LipstickA is 0 and $LipstickB is 0 and $LipstickC is 0 and $LipstickD is 0 and $LipstickE is 0 and $LipstickF is 0 and $LipstickG is 0>>[[Vanity table<-Nude lipstick][$LipstickA to 1]]<<elseif $Lipstick1 is 0>>???<<else>>Nude lipstick<</if>>\ <<if $FoundationA is 1 or $ConcealerA is 1 or $MascaraA is 1 or $EyelinerA is 1 or $BlushA is 1 or $BlushB is 1 or $EyeshadowA is 1 or $EyeshadowB is 1 or $EyeshadowC is 1 or $EyeshadowD is 1 or $EyeshadowE is 1 or $EyeshadowF is 1 or $LipstickA is 1 or $LipstickB is 1 or $LipstickC is 1 or $LipstickD is 1 or $LipstickE is 1 or $LipstickF is 1 or $LipstickG is 1>>[[Vanity table<-Remove makeup][$FoundationA to 0, $ConcealerA to 0, $MascaraA to 0, $EyelinerA to 0, $BlushA to 0, $BlushB to 0, $EyeshadowA to 0, $EyeshadowB to 0, $EyeshadowC to 0, $EyeshadowD to 0, $EyeshadowE to 0, $EyeshadowF to 0, $LipstickA to 0, $LipstickB to 0, $LipstickC to 0, $LipstickD to 0, $LipstickE to 0, $LipstickF to 0, $LipstickG to 0]]<<elseif $Foundation1 is 1 or $Concealer1 is 1 or $Mascara1 is 1 or $Eyeliner1 is 1 or $Blush1 is 1 or $Blush2 is 1 or $Eyeshadow1 is 1 or $Eyeshadow2 is 1 or $Eyeshadow3 is 1 or $Eyeshadow4 is 1 or $Eyeshadow5 is 1 or $Eyeshadow6 is 1 or $Lipstick1 is 1 or $Lipstick2 is 1 or $Lipstick3 is 1 or $Lipstick4 is 1 or $Lipstick5 is 1 or $Lipstick6 is 1 or $Lipstick7 is 1>>Remove makeup<<else>>???<</if>> \ <<if $NailPolishRemover is 0 and $LightPinkNP is 0 and $DarkPinkNP is 0 and $RedNP is 0 and $PurpleNP is 0 and $LightBlueNP is 0 and $DarkBlueNP is 0 and $DarkGreenNP is 0 and $CyanNP is 0 and $GrayNP is 0 and $BlackNP is 0 and $NudeNP is 0>>__??????__<<else>>__Nail polish__<</if>> \ <<if $LightPinkNP is 1>>Light pink nail polish<<else>>???<</if>><<if $LightPinkNP is 1 and $PaintedToes is 0>> - [[Vanity table<-Paint toes][$PaintedToes to 7, $LightPinkToes to 7, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $PaintedToes gt 0 and $LightPinkNP is 1>> - Paint toes<</if>><<if $LightPinkNP is 1 and $PaintedFingers is 0 and $Fem gt 49>> - [[Vanity table<-Paint finger nails][$PaintedFingers to 7, $LightPinkFingers to 7, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 0>> - Paint finger nails<</if>> \ <<if $DarkPinkNP is 1>>Dark pink nail polish<<else>>???<</if>><<if $DarkPinkNP is 1 and $PaintedToes is 0>> - [[Vanity table<-Paint toes][$PaintedToes to 7, $DarkPinkToes to 7, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $PaintedToes gt 0 and $DarkPinkNP is 1>> - Paint toes<</if>><<if $DarkPinkNP is 1 and $PaintedFingers is 0 and $Fem gt 49>> - [[Vanity table<-Paint finger nails][$PaintedFingers to 7, $DarkPinkFingers to 7, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 0>> - Paint finger nails<</if>> \ <<if $RedNP is 1>>Red nail polish<<else>>???<</if>><<if $RedNP is 1 and $PaintedToes is 0>> - [[Vanity table<-Paint toes][$PaintedToes to 7, $RedToes to 7, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $PaintedToes gt 0 and $RedNP is 1>> - Paint toes<</if>><<if $RedNP is 1 and $PaintedFingers is 0 and $Fem gt 49>> - [[Vanity table<-Paint finger nails][$PaintedFingers to 7, $RedFingers to 7, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 0>> - Paint finger nails<</if>> \ <<if $PurpleNP is 1>>Purple nail polish<<else>>???<</if>><<if $PurpleNP is 1 and $PaintedToes is 0>> - [[Vanity table<-Paint toes][$PaintedToes to 7, $PurpleToes to 7, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $PaintedToes gt 0 and $PurpleNP is 1>> - Paint toes<</if>><<if $PurpleNP is 1 and $PaintedFingers is 0 and $Fem gt 49>> - [[Vanity table<-Paint finger nails][$PaintedFingers to 7, $PurpleFingers to 7, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 0>> - Paint finger nails<</if>> \ <<if $LightBlueNP is 1>>Light blue nail polish<<else>>???<</if>><<if $LightBlueNP is 1 and $PaintedToes is 0>> - [[Vanity table<-Paint toes][$PaintedToes to 7, $LightBlueToes to 7, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $PaintedToes gt 0 and $LightBlueNP is 1>> - Paint toes<</if>><<if $LightBlueNP is 1 and $PaintedFingers is 0 and $Fem gt 49>> - [[Vanity table<-Paint finger nails][$PaintedFingers to 7, $LightBlueFingers to 7, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 0>> - Paint finger nails<</if>> \ <<if $DarkBlueNP is 1>>Dark blue nail polish<<else>>???<</if>><<if $DarkBlueNP is 1 and $PaintedToes is 0>> - [[Vanity table<-Paint toes][$PaintedToes to 7, $DarkBlueToes to 7, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $PaintedToes gt 0 and $DarkBlueNP is 1>> - Paint toes<</if>><<if $DarkBlueNP is 1 and $PaintedFingers is 0 and $Fem gt 49>> - [[Vanity table<-Paint finger nails][$PaintedFingers to 7, $DarkBlueFingers to 7, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 0>> - Paint finger nails<</if>> \ <<if $DarkGreenNP is 1>>Dark green nail polish<<else>>???<</if>><<if $DarkGreenNP is 1 and $PaintedToes is 0>> - [[Vanity table<-Paint toes][$PaintedToes to 7, $DarkGreenToes to 7, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $PaintedToes gt 0 and $DarkGreenNP is 1>> - Paint toes<</if>><<if $DarkGreenNP is 1 and $PaintedFingers is 0 and $Fem gt 49>> - [[Vanity table<-Paint finger nails][$PaintedFingers to 7, $DarkGreenFingers to 7, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 0>> - Paint finger nails<</if>> \ <<if $CyanNP is 1>>Cyan nail polish<<else>>???<</if>><<if $CyanNP is 1 and $PaintedToes is 0>> - [[Vanity table<-Paint toes][$PaintedToes to 7, $CyanToes to 7, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $PaintedToes gt 0 and $CyanNP is 1>> - Paint toes<</if>><<if $CyanNP is 1 and $PaintedFingers is 0 and $Fem gt 49>> - [[Vanity table<-Paint finger nails][$PaintedFingers to 7, $CyanFingers to 7, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 0>> - Paint finger nails<</if>> \ <<if $GrayNP is 1>>Gray nail polish<<else>>???<</if>><<if $GrayNP is 1 and $PaintedToes is 0>> - [[Vanity table<-Paint toes][$PaintedToes to 7, $GrayToes to 7, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $PaintedToes gt 0 and $GrayNP is 1>> - Paint toes<</if>><<if $GrayNP is 1 and $PaintedFingers is 0 and $Fem gt 49>> - [[Vanity table<-Paint finger nails][$PaintedFingers to 7, $GrayFingers to 7, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 0>> - Paint finger nails<</if>> \ <<if $BlackNP is 1>>Black nail polish<<else>>???<</if>><<if $BlackNP is 1 and $PaintedToes is 0>> - [[Vanity table<-Paint toes][$PaintedToes to 7, $BlackToes to 7, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $PaintedToes gt 0 and $BlackNP is 1>> - Paint toes<</if>><<if $BlackNP is 1 and $PaintedFingers is 0 and $Fem gt 49>> - [[Vanity table<-Paint finger nails][$PaintedFingers to 7, $BlackFingers to 7, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 0>> - Paint finger nails<</if>> \ <<if $NudeNP is 1>>Nude nail polish<<else>>???<</if>><<if $NudeNP is 1 and $PaintedToes is 0>> - [[Vanity table<-Paint toes][$PaintedToes to 7, $NudeToes to 7, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $PaintedToes gt 0 and $NudeNP is 1>> - Paint toes<</if>><<if $NudeNP is 1 and $PaintedFingers is 0 and $Fem gt 49>> - [[Vanity table<-Paint finger nails][$PaintedFingers to 7, $NudeFingers to 7, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 0>> - Paint finger nails<</if>> \ <<if $NailPolishRemover is 1>>Nail polish remover - <<else>>???<</if>><<if $NailPolishRemover is 1 and $PaintedToes gt 0>>[[Vanity table<-Remove toe nail polish][$PaintedToes to 0, $LightPinkToes to 0, $DarkPinkToes to 0, $RedToes to 0, $PurpleToes to 0, $LightBlueToes to 0, $DarkBlueToes to 0, $DarkGreenToes to 0, $CyanToes to 0, $GrayToes to 0, $BlackToes to 0, $NudeToes to 0, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $NailPolishRemover is 1>>Remove toe nail polish<</if>><<if $NailPolishRemover is 1>> - <</if>><<if $NailPolishRemover is 1 and $PaintedFingers gt 0 and $PaintedFingers lt 8>>[[Vanity table<-Remove finger nail polish][$PaintedFingers to 0, $LightPinkToes to 0, $DarkPinkToes to 0, $RedToes to 0, $PurpleToes to 0, $LightBlueToes to 0, $DarkBlueToes to 0, $DarkGreenToes to 0, $CyanToes to 0, $GrayToes to 0, $BlackToes to 0, $NudeToes to 0, $M to $M + 30]]<<elseif $NailPolishRemover is 1>>Remove finger nail polish<</if>> <<if $CC1 gt 0 or $Fem gt 1>>__Accessories__<<else>>__??????__<</if>> <<if $CC1 is 3>>Chastity cage-Locked\ <<elseif $CC1 is 2>>[[Vanity table<-Chastity cage-Unlock][$CC1 to 1]]\ <<elseif $CC1 is 1>>[[Vanity table<-Chastity cage-Lock][$CC1 to 2]]\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3 and $EscapeChastity is 12 and $Fem lt 32>>[[Vanity table<-Chastity cage-Unlock with second key][$CC2 to 4]]\ <<elseif $CC2 is 4>>[[Vanity table<-Chastity cage-Lock][$CC2 to 3]]\ <<elseif $CC2 is 3>>Chastity cage-Locked\ <<elseif $CC2 is 2>>[[Vanity table<-Chastity cage-Unlock][$CC2 to 1]]\ <<elseif $CC2 is 1>>[[Vanity table<-Chastity cage-Lock][$CC2 to 2]]\ <<elseif $CC3 is 3>>Chastity cage-Locked\ <<elseif $CC3 is 2>>[[Vanity table<-Chastity cage-Unlock][$CC3 to 1]]\ <<elseif $CC3 is 1>>[[Vanity table<-Chastity cage-Lock][$CC3 to 2]]\ <<else>>???<</if>> \ <<if $ButtPlug1 is 1 and $ButtPlugA is 0>>[[Vanity table<-Small jewelled butt plug][$ButtPlugA to 1, $ButtPlugB to 0, $ButtPlugC to 0, $ButtPlugD to 0, $ButtPlugE to 0, $ButtPlugF to 0, $ButtPlugG to 0]]\ <<elseif $ButtPlugA is 1>>[[Vanity table<-Remove small jewelled butt plug][$ButtPlugA to 0]]\ <<else>>???<</if>> \ <<if $ButtPlug2 is 1 and $ButtPlugB is 0>>[[Vanity table<-Black butt plug][$ButtPlugA to 0, $ButtPlugB to 1, $ButtPlugC to 0, $ButtPlugD to 0, $ButtPlugE to 0, $ButtPlugF to 0, $ButtPlugG to 0]]\ <<elseif $ButtPlugB is 1>>[[Vanity table<-Remove black butt plug][$ButtPlugB to 0]]\ <<else>>???<</if>> \ <<if $Foundation1 is 1 or $Concealer1 is 1 or $Mascara1 is 1 or $Eyeliner1 is 1 or $Blush1 is 1 or $Blush2 is 1 or $Eyeshadow1 is 1 or $Eyeshadow2 is 1 or $Eyeshadow3 is 1 or $Eyeshadow4 is 1 or $Eyeshadow5 is 1 or $Eyeshadow6 is 1 or $Lipstick1 is 1 or $Lipstick2 is 1 or $Lipstick3 is 1 or $Lipstick4 is 1 or $Lipstick5 is 1 or $Lipstick6 is 1 or $Lipstick7 is 1>><<else>>There’s a dusty old vanity table in the corner of your room that will likely keep collecting dust.<</if>>

<<set $HandS to $HandS + 2>>\ <<set $W8A2 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>\ You struggle to make out the large silhouette behind the bright light. It’s certainly one person, even though they appear to eat for more than that. There also doesn’t appear to be anything in their other hand, so they likely don’t think you’re an actual threat. //What could have given it away?// “Hey Chuck, did it turn out to be just a rat?” A voice asks through the crackle of a radio. “Yeah, it’s nothing to worry about. Just a bug.” The man facing you replies. He aims the flashlight at the floor so you can see better, letting you view the security guard approaching you. “Now how did you end up stuck in here?” “Well, I…” “It’s fine, I can guess.” Given your attire, it’s probably not hard for him to fill in the dots. “Want me to open the door for you?” You meekly nod at the uniformed man. “How about you come over and reach for the keys yourself?” You hear the distinct sound of a zipper echo in the hollow halls of the mall. The man takes a few more steps towards you until you’re barely a meter separated. Even with your limited visibility, it’s not hard to see the flaccid cock dangling over the man’s boxers. Despite being soft, it seems like it’s staring right at you like an angry cyclops. “Or would you rather I call it in so the boys can take you downtown for the night? I’m sure they’d love you in lockup. <<if $KissAshShoes is 1 and $CL[1] isnot 101>>’Specially with those cute panties you’re wearing.<<elseif $KissAshShoes is 0>>Hehe, you’d be locked up twice!<</if>> Oh yeah, you’d be getting it all night. So how about you get on your knees and show me some loving instead?” It’s not that you want to, but his threat seems pretty clear, and even as terrified as you are, you know that touching this gross man’s cock is preferable to what people might force you to do if he follows through. Nervously kneeling, you place a hand on his now growing penis, but instantly withdraw your grip. Touching another man’s cock isnothing like you’d thought it would be. Not that you had thought about it often, but it’s still terrifyingly strange. It’s dry and stiff and unloving. You wonder if all male genitalia is like this, or just the ones who belong to extortionate pigs. “Come on boy, I can hear those prisoners calling your name.” Trying for a second time, you wince at the feel of the semi-erect member. Though every fiber of you wants to stop, you start tugging on it, as rough as though you were trying to get a lawn mower to work. Despite your complete inexperience, as well as a mix of terror and disgust, the man seems to be enjoying the handjob that you’re giving him. //He must get even less than me// You get evidence of that after he starts moaning - loudly. And his heavy breathing lets you know something even worse, he’s about to cum! “Oh yeah, faster boy.” You have no idea what to do, but if jerking this asshole off is disgusting, then him cumming on your face will be traumatizing. His cries crescendo until… “Hey, Chuck, that rat giving you trouble?” A man shouts from around a corner, he’s approaching fast, and the man with his cock out starts to panic. “No, no it’s…awh…fi…fine.” He pulls up his boxers and ushers you behind a large bench. Despite the dark, you can see his underwear filling with cum, which there isn’t even that much of. A ruined orgasm seems like an apt ending for such an ass. “You sure? It must be a pretty big rodent.” “I said it’s fine, alright? Just let me do my job.” “Alright, alright. I’ll see you back in the office.” The second man leaves, his footsteps getting quieter as they move away. “Fuck, not even a good handjob either.” Chuck murmurs as he moves towards the door to the outside, unlocking it before pushing it open. “Go on, I should never have bothered with a tease like you.” You dash out, eager to be away from the man. Under the cover of night, you don’t run into anyone on your journey to the asylum of home, though the 2nd base action had largely distracted you from what you’re wearing. Waiting on the porch is a convenient pile of clothing that was stolen from you, neatly folded like their absence didn’t cause you the most disgusting moment of your life. On top is a cute note written on a scrap of paper. “This is what it’s like to be my slut.” [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $S to 10 , $L to $L - 4]]

<<set $Dial to 100000>><<set $Code to 0>>\ <<set $S to $S + 2>><<if $S gt 10>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $L to $L + 2>><<if $L gt 10>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ <<if $AshMad is 0>><<set $LightPinkFingers to 14>><<else>><<set $RedFingers to 14>><</if>>\ <<set $PaintedFingers to 14>>\ <<set $Fem to 34>>\ <<set $W9A1 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>\ You’re walking out of Farrix as you usually do when $Ash accosts you. <<if $AshMad is 0>>”You silly airhead, you forgot to meet me at the mall! Come with me, we’ll just go now instead, but I have one small detour first.”\ <<elseif $AshMad is 1>>”You stupid slut. I know you’re probably busy thinking about a juicy cock, but you still need to do as I say. Come on bitch, we have one detour, but then we'll go to the mall!”<</if>> With increasing nervousness, you’re dragged by $Ash into the women’s toilets. Thankfully, no one else seems to be in them, but that privacy might only be encouraging for $Ash and whatever she has planned. “Before we do anything else, I have a concern about the security of your chastity cage. A key lock is so old fashioned, and I know how mischievous you can be when you’re horny. So I’m going to be replacing that lock with something you can't lockpick.” She demands you pull down your pants and underwear, and present your crotch to her. Given the power she has over you and your genital freedom, you decide it’s best to be obedient. Using her key, she removes the old lock, but your penis barely gets a second of true freedom. $Ash holds the cage close to your body the whole time to prevent your cock from growing. From her bag, she takes out a new lock, which features a different method of security. Instead of requiring a key, it mandates a code to unlock, and based on the 5 digits, you mentally calculate there to be 99,999 possibilities of a password. //Mr Vils would be proud// “There, try getting out of this, sissy!” $Ash giggles, allowing you to reequip your clothing, which you eagerly do before anyone enters the bathroom. After that, it's a similarly anxious walk to the mall. “You know” she begins when you arrive at the expansive complex “if you had simply done as I had asked and met me here, I would have given you a nice present. You’ll still get a gift, just one you might not want as much, and one you can’t so easily remove.” Still hand in aggressive hand, she takes you to a salon. “Hi, we’d both like some new nails please.” “Excellent” the cute girl behind the counter replies, acknowledging you with a surprised expression which she fails to suppress. “What type of nails were you thinking?” $Ash looks at you for a second, but for inspiration rather than advice. “Acrylic.” The cute girl leads you to a pair of white desks at one side of the small salon, where there are two women waiting for their new clients. “What color are you thinking?” The tandem asks when you and $Ash sit down. “I’ll go with red.” “And how about you?” Though the question is directed at you, $Ash answers. <<if $AshMad is 1>>”He’ll go with red as well. Just make sure they’re nice and long.”<<elseif $AshMad is 0>>”She’d like a pink, nice and cute, just like her.”<</if>> Ignoring the burning color in your cheeks, the employees start to wash your nails to make sure the glue sets properly. After that, they open a pair of packages holding the acrylic presents. You spy several warnings and red signs on the sides of the boxes, suggesting that children below the age of 15 don’t open them because of how potent the glue is. When you finally see the nails themselves, you’re terrified of their size, which put any natural nails to shame. After being asked to spread your almost shaking hands on the surface, the woman across the table dots a piece of glue on each of your natural nails, which you see being done to $Ash as well. “Have you ever had acrylics before, darl?” You shake your head. “They’re not anything to worry about. They’ll last at least a week before you can take them off, but they should be good for another 7 days after that before falling off themselves.” Despite sensing your nerves, and that maybe you’re not entirely here by choice, the woman still continues, and places the acrylic nails one by one on top of your own digits, replacing them so that they are no longer short, natural or dull. [img[Images/Manicure.jpg]] When she’s done, you see a pair of feminine hands in front of you, with distractingly long nails. <<if $AshMad is 1>>They’re blatantly sluttish thanks to their scarlet shade, which you see mirrored on $Ash ‘s hands, though you can’t help but think she wears them better.<<elseif $AshMad is 0>>They’re unapologetically feminine thanks to their rosy shade. [img[Images/Fake nails -pink.jpg]]<</if>> “Thank you so much, they look great!” $Ash is gleaming as she hands the cute girl a handful of money, and the employees thank you for your patronage as you walk out. “I forgot how much I like having fake nails. What do you think? They’re great, right?” $Ash looks to see your hands firmly tucked into your blazer pockets. “Oh, you’re nervous. Well, that’s fine, because you’ll get used to them by the time you can take them off. And by then, you probably won’t want to anyway! Don’t worry about breaking the uniform policy of Farrix either, they’re more than allowed.” <<if $AshMad is 0>>”Did you really have to call me “she?”” “It’s more accurate than referring to you as a man, especially with those nails. Anyway, I’ll see you at school!”\ <<elseif $AshMad is 1>>”Did you really have to make me get red ones?” $Ash thinks about your point for a moment. “Maybe you’re right. With me having red as well, it almost makes it seem like we’re on the same level, and not that you’re my bitch to do with as I please. Now shut up complaining and appreciate my gift. You get used to those nails, and I’ll see you at school.”<</if>> She saunters away, still admiring her new nails. Yours remain cowering in your pocket, but you know people will have to see them eventually. [[Mall<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $M to $M + 30]]

[img[Images/R - Voice.jpg]] <<if $Voice lt 3>>You sit down at your computer and load up a random story on the internet. You read the passage in the closest way you can to a female voice. At first, it sounds comedic, like you're impersonating an animated rodent. And after an hour of practicing, it still sounds like that. It doesn’t help that it’s hard to judge your own voice and how convincing your falsetto tone is.\ <<elseif $Voice lt 6>>You sit down at your computer. Rather than load a random story to train your feminine voice with, you do some research on what makes a voice sound like a woman. You discover that a man typically talks between 85 and 155 Hz, while a woman averages between 165 and 255 Hz. After some more reading, you realize this is because a woman’s vocal chords are smaller, so they create a higher pitch sound. With this in mind, you try reading a story. It’s easier now because you have a clear goal of wanting a higher pitched voice.\ <<elseif $Voice lt 9>>Sitting down at your computer, you look for any apps or software that could help analyze the pitch of your own voice. Surprisingly, there are plenty, so you go about testing them. You read any random stories you find on the internet with the software and await the results. No doubt because of your training, you find you already have a pitch in the upper registry of men.\ <<elseif $Voice lt 12>>Sat at your computer, you continue training your voice. With this much practice logged, it’s no surprise that you’re already approaching an ambiguous pitch. It’s rewarding to see the progress you’ve made, and it’s encouraging you for the future in order to achieve Miss $Gray ‘s demands of sounding like a convincing woman.\ <<elseif $Voice lt 15>>After much practice and dedication, you’re finally able to consistently talk with a higher pitch that’s comfortably in the range of a woman’s voice. As encouraging as that is, listening to a recording of yourself doesn’t make you think it’s a female. Evidently, it’s not just about the pitch, but there are other aspects that make a passing voice.\ <<elseif $Voice lt 20>>While doing some more research on the topic of voice feminization, you learn that resonance is actually much more important than pitch. You come to learn that to have a more convincing resonance, you have to train the muscles around your larynx. And so, for the next hour, that’s what you do. It’s much harder than training your pitch since it can’t be measured by a simple piece of software. You have to do the best you can and hope it’s in the direction of progress.\ <<else>>After hours of work and dedication, you listen back to a recording of yourself, complete with a high pitch and woman’s resonance. A smile and incomparable sense of accomplishment washes over you when the voice sounds by every available metric, to be that of a woman. While you may have started this journey because of Miss $Gray ‘s demands, your desire to have a convincing voice willed it into existence. You uninstall the software that helped you get this far, wondering how helpful this could be in daily life. <</if>> [[Computer<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S + 1, $VoiceTrained to 1, $Voice to $Voice + 1]]

[[Computer<-Return]] Your name: <<textbox "$name" "James">> Hannah's name: <<textbox "$Hannah" "Hannah">> <<if $Day gt 1>>Miss $Gray's name (Miss): <<textbox "$Gray" "Gray">> <</if>><<if $House gt 1 or $GrayBestie is 1>> <<textbox "$Gray2" "Julia">><</if>>\ <<if $Day gt 2>>Ashleigh's name: <<textbox "$Ash" "Ashleigh">> <</if>>\ <<if $Fem gt 0>>Jen's name: <<textbox "$Jen" "Jen">> <</if>>\ <<if $A gt 0>>Alex's name: <<textbox "$Alex" "Alex">> <</if>>\

<<if $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. “Actually, I wanted to apologize for not following your rules. I’ll try to be better in the future.” She pauses from her work for a moment to consider your comments. Finally, she looks at you. “Then wear what I tell you to wear, then you won’t have to apologize. Now, please leave.” You do as she asks, and walk out the eerily quiet classroom. [[2-1e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayR lt -1>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry for being a bad student. I will try my best to not annoy you in the future." Finally moving her eyes to you, she replies "thank you $name . I hope you are being sincere. Now, you should leave before you are late to your next lesson." As brief as her gratitude was, you are thankful that it was there at all, so you head out to your next lesson before finding a way to annoy her again. [[2-1e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S - 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L gt 8>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are so horny that you can't help but look at her luscious breasts. You don't pay attention to her face, and so you nearly jump out of your seat when she shouts at you. "$name , would you at least try to be subtle? This is totally inappropriate!" Her warning deters you from looking further, so your eyes observe anywhere but Miss $Gray . [[2-1e<-Continue][$S to $S + 3]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L lt 9 or $GrayLunchFail gt 0 and $L lt 9>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . "Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are subtle with your spying, so you assume she has no idea what you are doing, and the absence of her yelling bolsters you in. Still, there are better ways to be spending your lunch than being stuck in a classroom for an hour. If you ever want to do anything else during your break, you’ll have to find a way to get on Miss $Gray ‘s good side. When the bell rings, she sends you away with a warning to be better behaved in the future. You head to the door, before you look back and realize you could apologize. [[2-1d Lunch<-Apologize][$GrayApol to 1]] [[2-1e<-Leave][$S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR gt 1 or $GrayLunchFail lt 1 and $AshR gt 1>>You find $Ash outside of your normal waiting spot, room 68. The two of you head outside during lunch. As soon as you are in a somewhat secluded spot, she leaps onto you, kissing the breath out of your lungs. "Oh $name , I just couldn't stop thinking about you in my lessons." Her over the top nature would certainly give you an erection, were it not for your chastity cage. "You are so hot, and I think I could only find you hotter if you come to my house tomorrow in my panties." The rest of the period is largely a makeout session, so you are disappointed when the bell rings, leaving the two of you to say goodbye, and to wave each other to your next lessons. [[2-1e<-Continue][$L to $L + 2]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR lt 2>>With $Ash not suggesting where to meet up, you are clueless about what to do at lunch. The locker rooms are now in use at 12, so you aimlessly wander the halls until you find a quiet spot to relax. After what feels like hours, the bell rings, and you head to your next lesson. [[2-1e<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<if $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. “Actually, I wanted to apologize for not following your rules. I’ll try to be better in the future.” She pauses from her work for a moment to consider your comments. Finally, she looks at you. “Then wear what I tell you to wear, then you won’t have to apologize. Now, please leave.” You do as she asks, and walk out the eerily quiet classroom. [[3-1e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayR lt -1>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry for being a bad student. I will try my best to not annoy you in the future." Finally moving her eyes to you, she replies "thank you $name . I hope you are being sincere. Now, you should leave before you are late to your next lesson." As brief as her gratitude was, you are thankful that it was there at all, so you head out to your next lesson before finding a way to annoy her again. [[3-1e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S - 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L gt 8>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are so horny that you can't help but look at her luscious breasts. You don't pay attention to her face, and so you nearly jump out of your seat when she shouts at you. "$name , would you at least try to be subtle? This is totally inappropriate!" Her warning deters you from looking further, so your eyes observe anywhere but Miss $Gray . [[3-1e<-Continue][$S to $S + 3]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L lt 9 or $GrayLunchFail gt 0 and $L lt 9>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . "Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are subtle with your spying, so you assume she has no idea what you are doing, and the absence of her yelling bolsters you in. Still, there are better ways to be spending your lunch than being stuck in a classroom for an hour. If you ever want to do anything else during your break, you’ll have to find a way to get on Miss $Gray ‘s good side. When the bell rings, she sends you away with a warning to be better behaved in the future. You head to the door, before you look back and realize you could apologize. [[3-1d Lunch<-Apologize][$GrayApol to 1]] [[3-1e<-Leave][$S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR gt 1 or $GrayLunchFail lt 1 and $AshR gt 1>>You find $Ash outside of your usual waiting spot before finding a somewhat secluded spot to chat. “It’s been a while since we last met outside of school. Do you want to later?” Yet again, you’re left cursing Miss $Gray . “Actually, I can’t. I have some…shopping to do.” “Oh really? Do you want to do it together?” You pause to reflect on her proposition. Were it literally any other woman on the planet, your immediate response would be a resounding “no”, but $Ash ‘s desire for you to wear panties is what landed you in this mess in the first place. If anyone would be accepting, and even encouraging, it would be her. “Well, I’ll be around after school. Come find me if you decide to.” [[3-1e<-Continue][$L to $L + 1, $WentWithAsh to 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR lt 2>>With $Ash not suggesting where to meet up, you are clueless about what to do at lunch. The locker rooms are now in use at 12, so you aimlessly wander the halls until you find a quiet spot to relax. After what feels like hours, the bell rings, and you head to your next lesson. [[3-1e<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<if $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. “Actually, I wanted to apologize for not following your rules. I’ll try to be better in the future.” She pauses from her work for a moment to consider your comments. Finally, she looks at you. “Then wear what I tell you to wear, then you won’t have to apologize. Now, please leave.” You do as she asks, and walk out the eerily quiet classroom. [[2-2e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayR lt -1>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry for being a bad student. I will try my best to not annoy you in the future." Finally moving her eyes to you, she replies "thank you $name . I hope you are being sincere. Now, you should leave before you are late to your next lesson." As brief as her gratitude was, you are thankful that it was there at all, so you head out to your next lesson before finding a way to annoy her again. [[2-2e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S - 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L gt 8>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are so horny that you can't help but look at her luscious breasts. You don't pay attention to her face, and so you nearly jump out of your seat when she shouts at you. "$name , would you at least try to be subtle? This is totally inappropriate!" Her warning deters you from looking further, so your eyes observe anywhere but Miss $Gray . [[2-2e<-Continue][$S to $S + 3]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L lt 9 or $GrayLunchFail gt 0 and $L lt 9>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . "Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are subtle with your spying, so you assume she has no idea what you are doing, and the absence of her yelling bolsters you in. Still, there are better ways to be spending your lunch than being stuck in a classroom for an hour. If you ever want to do anything else during your break, you’ll have to find a way to get on Miss $Gray ‘s good side. When the bell rings, she sends you away with a warning to be better behaved in the future. You head to the door, before you look back and realize you could apologize. [[2-2d Lunch<-Apologize][$GrayApol to 1]] [[2-2e<-Leave][$S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR gt 1 and visited("School 2-2a") or $GrayLunchFail lt 1 and $AshR gt 1 and visited("School 2-2a")>>You find $Ash outside of your normal waiting spot, room 68. The two of you head outside during lunch. As soon as you are in a somewhat secluded spot, she leaps onto you, kissing the breath out of your lungs. "Oh $name , I just couldn't stop thinking about you in my lessons." Her over the top nature would certainly give you an erection, were it not for your chastity cage. "You are so hot, and I think I could only find you hotter if you come to my house tomorrow in some panties." The rest of the period is largely a makeout session, so you are disappointed when the bell rings, leaving the two of you to say goodbye, and to wave each other to your next lessons. [[2-2e<-Continue][$L to $L + 2]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR lt 2>>With $Ash not suggesting where to meet up, you are clueless about what to do at lunch. The locker rooms are now in use at 12, so you aimlessly wander the halls until you find a quiet spot to relax. After what feels like hours, the bell rings, and you head to your next lesson. [[2-2e<-Continue]]\ <<else>>Lunch passes by very uneventfully, and it's a relief when you can actually continue the day in a structured fashion. [[2-2e<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<if $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. “Actually, I wanted to apologize for not following your rules. I’ll try to be better in the future.” She pauses from her work for a moment to consider your comments. Finally, she looks at you. “Then wear what I tell you to wear, then you won’t have to apologize. Now, please leave.” You do as she asks, and walk out the eerily quiet classroom. [[2-3e Key<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayR lt -1>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry for being a bad student. I will try my best to not annoy you in the future." Finally moving her eyes to you, she replies "thank you $name . I hope you are being sincere. Now, you should leave before you are late to your next lesson." As brief as her gratitude was, you are thankful that it was there at all, so you head out to your next lesson before finding a way to annoy her again. [[2-3e Key<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S - 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L gt 8>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are so horny that you can't help but look at her luscious breasts. You don't pay attention to her face, and so you nearly jump out of your seat when she shouts at you. "$name , would you at least try to be subtle? This is totally inappropriate!" Her warning deters you from looking further, so your eyes observe anywhere but Miss $Gray . [[2-3e Key<-Continue][$S to $S + 3]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L lt 9 or $GrayLunchFail gt 0 and $L lt 9>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . "Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are subtle with your spying, so you assume she has no idea what you are doing, and the absence of her yelling bolsters you in. Still, there are better ways to be spending your lunch than being stuck in a classroom for an hour. If you ever want to do anything else during your break, you’ll have to find a way to get on Miss $Gray ‘s good side. When the bell rings, she sends you away with a warning to be better behaved in the future. You head to the door, before you look back and realize you could apologize. [[2-3e Key<-Apologize][$GrayApol to 1]] [[2-3e Key<-Leave][$S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR gt 1 or $GrayLunchFail lt 1 and $AshR gt 1>>You find $Ash outside of your normal waiting spot, room 68. The two of you head outside during lunch. As soon as you are in a somewhat secluded spot, she leaps onto you, kissing the breath out of your lungs. "Oh $name , I just couldn't stop thinking about you in my lessons." Her over the top nature would certainly give you an erection, were it not for your chastity cage. "You are so hot, and I think I could only find you hotter if you come to my house tomorrow in my panties." The rest of the period is largely a makeout session, so you are disappointed when the bell rings, leaving the two of you to say goodbye, and to wave each other to your next lessons. [[2-3e Key<-Continue][$L to $L + 2]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR lt 2>>With $Ash not suggesting where to meet up, you are clueless about what to do at lunch. The locker rooms are now in use at 12, so you aimlessly wander the halls until you find a quiet spot to relax. After what feels like hours, the bell rings, and you head to your next lesson. [[2-3e Key<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<if $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. “Actually, I wanted to apologize for not following your rules. I’ll try to be better in the future.” She pauses from her work for a moment to consider your comments. Finally, she looks at you. “Then wear what I tell you to wear, then you won’t have to apologize. Now, please leave.” You do as she asks, and walk out the eerily quiet classroom. [[2-5e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayR lt -1>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry for being a bad student. I will try my best to not annoy you in the future." Finally moving her eyes to you, she replies "thank you $name . I hope you are being sincere. Now, you should leave before you are late to your next lesson." As brief as her gratitude was, you are thankful that it was there at all, so you head out to your next lesson before finding a way to annoy her again. [[2-5e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S - 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L gt 8>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are so horny that you can't help but look at her luscious breasts. You don't pay attention to her face, and so you nearly jump out of your seat when she shouts at you. "$name , would you at least try to be subtle? This is totally inappropriate!" Her warning deters you from looking further, so your eyes observe anywhere but Miss $Gray . [[2-5e<-Continue][$S to $S + 3]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L lt 9 or $GrayLunchFail gt 0 and $L lt 9>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . "Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are subtle with your spying, so you assume she has no idea what you are doing, and the absence of her yelling bolsters you in. Still, there are better ways to be spending your lunch than being stuck in a classroom for an hour. If you ever want to do anything else during your break, you’ll have to find a way to get on Miss $Gray ‘s good side. When the bell rings, she sends you away with a warning to be better behaved in the future. You head to the door, before you look back and realize you could apologize. [[2-5d Lunch<-Apologize][$GrayApol to 1]] [[2-5e<-Leave][$S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $LostKeys is 1>><<set $L to $L + 2>><<set $LostKeys to 2>>You find $Ash outside of your normal waiting spot, room 68. The two of you head outside during lunch. After finding a fairly secluded spot, you sit to talk together. “So, about your chastity key. I’m sure you’re more than eager to get it back, but if you want it, then…” "Actually, I...have a spare key." “A spare key? Isn’t that kind of against the spirit of chastity?” You’re not eager to tell the truth, so you keep digging yourself into a pit of lies. “Well, the cage came with two. I guess you can keep the key I lost if you ever find it." "Oh." She seems rather disappointed, but she tries her best to hide it. “I guess it’ll make a nice memento.” For the rest of the period, you talk about things unimportant, like your other lessons, until you eventually have to go to them. [[2-5e<-Continue][$L to $L + 2, $LostKeys to 2]]\ <<elseif $LostKeys is 0>>You find $Ash outside of your normal waiting spot, room 68. Together, you head outside during lunch. "So how are you enjoying being a full time student at Farrix?" "It's not bad. Miss $Gray keeps me busy." You answer, comically downplaying the situation. "Is it because you don't pay attention to her lessons?" "I think it might be more that she's against a boy being at Farrix." "Well I certainly like that you are" she says, moving closer to you, kissing you on the cheek. The rest of the period is largely a makeout session, so you are disappointed when the bell rings, leaving the two of you to say goodbye, and to wave each other to your next lessons. [[2-5e<-Continue][$L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR lt 2 and $AshSad is 0>>With $Ash not suggesting where to meet up, you are clueless about what to do at lunch. The locker rooms are now in use at 12, so you aimlessly wander the halls until you find a quiet spot to relax. After what feels like hours, the bell rings, and you head to your next lesson. [[2-5e<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<return>> [[Chapter Select 2<-Chapter 2: Unlikely Friendships][$ChapterSkip to 1]] [[Chapter Select 2<-Chapter 3: A reign of terror][$ChapterSkip to 2]] [[Chapter Select 2<-Chapter 4: A new housemate][$ChapterSkip to 3]] [[Chapter Select 2<-Chapter 5: Brides-maid storyline][$ChapterSkip to 4]]

<<if $Fem is 33>><<set $Fem to 34>>\ <<elseif $Fem is 34>><<set $Fem to 35>><</if>>\ <<set $CC2 to 3>>\ <<if $W9H1 is 1>><<set $W9H1 to 2, $HAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W9H3 is 1>><<set $W9H3 to 2, $HAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 3 and $W9H2 is 1>><<set $W9H2 to 2>><</if>>\ You take your familiar journey to Farrix, only no longer having to worry about giving your chastity cage key to Miss $Gray . [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] You enter room 68 while it is still mostly empty, with only your domineering teacher present, who is leaning against the front of her desk, waiting for you. [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] “Strip.” As requested, you shed your clothes for Miss $Gray to assess you. \ <<if $CL[2] lt 2>>”It's nice to see that you’re wearing tights. They are flattering, if a bit dull.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 4>>“Those are some unique tights. They’re almost distracting, but I’ll allow them.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 3>>”Beautiful tights. They really are appropriate for a sissy like you to be wearing.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 21>>”A staple in any wardrobe. Your hosiery looks beautiful, $name . It’s just a pity that no one else can admire your legs in them.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 22>>”Nude pantyhose? A peculiar choice, but you are meeting your uniform requirements.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 23 or $CL[2] is 24 or $CL[2] is 27>>”Fishnets? Not terribly appropriate, $name . However, I suppose I never specified that this was against the rules of Farrix. I’ll allow this for now, but I may change my mind one day.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 28>>”A playful choice for your hosiery. Not entirely appropriate for Farrix, but I’ll allow it, for now.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 25>>”Certainly an interesting choice for your hosiery. Normally such a pick would catch an eye, but with these obstructive pants, they won’t be spotted. Quite a shame, no?”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 26>>”These pretty pantyhose of yours are certainly an eye catcher, but not in the best way. You’d look so much cuter with a less tacky pair.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 41 or $CL[2] is 42>>”Black stockings: a staple in any wardrobe, especially for a woman in a professional setting like this. I don’t think I could imagine anything more appropriate.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 43>>”An interesting dichotomy, isn’t it? Stockings are meant to be slutty, but the nude tone suggests an element of class.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 44>>”Pink stockings, the height of both slutiness and femininity. How appropriate.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 45>>”There’s no hosiery that a whore should be without like a pair of fishnet stockings. Imagine what your classmates would think if they could see beneath your pants.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Socks? Socks! Come on $name . Hosiery is like a luxurious second skin. Dull socks like these are neither comfortable nor pretty."<</if>> Miss $Gray takes a closer look at your underwear. \ <<if $CL[1] isnot 101>>”Nice panties. Such beautiful underwear is worn by every student here at Farrix. Wouldn’t it feel wrong to stand out by wearing men’s underwear?”\ <<elseif $CL[1] gt 40 and $CL[1] lt 60>>”Garter panties? A beautiful mix of sexyness and practicality. I’m more than impressed in your choice of underwear today.”\ <<elseif $CL[1] gt 30 and $CL[1] lt 40>>”A thong? Good for hiding panty lines, and for feeling sexy all day long. Which one do you care about more?”\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”It’s ridiculous seeing a man in panties, just as it is seeing a sissy like you in boxers. This is ridiculous, $name , and I thought you had matured past this point a long time ago.”<</if>> <<if $GarterA is 1 or $GarterB is 1>>”A beautiful garter belt. Useful for so many things, like being sexier, or holding up a pair of sultry stockings. Of course, you’ll have to worry about your garter straps leaving an impression against your pants, though that’s a small trade off for feeling so sexy." She continues her inspection, turning her attention southwards.\ <<elseif $GarterC is 1>>”Simply adorable garters. It should be a crime that no one can see them on your legs.” She continues her inspection, turning her attention southwards.\ <<else>>She continues her inspection, turning her attention southwards.<</if>> <<if $ShaveLegs gt 6>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>Miss $Gray looks at your legs. "Really? How could you let your legs grow this disgusting? Be sure to shave them and they'll look and feel much better."\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs lt 3>>Miss $Gray lightly strokes your leg. "Don't you just love the feeling of freshly shaven legs? So smooth, so feminine. Keep it up."\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs lt 7>>Miss $Gray admires your legs. "Smooth. Be sure to keep it up."<</if>> <<if $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $Bra is 1>> \ She cups her hand gently against your chest, confirming the presence of the sexy brassiere underneath. "The padding on this lingerie will almost make you feel like you have some breasts of your own.”\ <<elseif $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 1>> \ She cups her hand gently against your chest, confirming the sports bra underneath your shirt. "Do you like someone feeling your breasts?" She laughs at the uncomfortable expression that your face turns into.\ <<elseif $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>\ She presses her hand against your chest. When she senses that there is no bra beneath your shirt, she looks disappointed.<</if>> <<if $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] is 3>>"Such cute shoes, $name . Make sure to keep wearing them."\ <<elseif $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] isnot 3>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>"I'm sure you would much prefer to be wearing a pair of cute flats, so where are they?"\ <<elseif $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 1>>Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. "Nice to see you can remember this" she taunts, pressing down on your rear. "I'm sure it will be harder for you to daydream in class when you have this penetrating you."\ <<elseif $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1 and $TimesSpanked to $TimesSpanked + 1>>Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. The silent room is quickly filled with a shriek from you as her hand slaps your butt cheeks. "I thought I made it clear that you will wear a butt plug from now on." Several more times you cry out as her hand hits you.<</if>> <<if $LightPinkFingers gt 7 or $RedFingers gt 7>>”What beautiful nails you have, $name . Their length, their color, it’s so appropriate. I’m assuming this is $Ash ‘s doing. She’s proving to be quite the trainer.” She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 0>>”So you like those nails? It’s nice to see you’ve accepted having such a flattering shade on your hands.” She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<else>>She then lets you dress yourself again.<</if>> <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>"It is extremely disappointing that you can't follow the most basic of instructions $name . Come here at lunch for your punishment. At least you will have $Ash to keep you company."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -2>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR gt -3>>"Your behavior has been exemplary as of late, keep it up."<</if>> [[9-1b<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ The students begin to file in around you. <<if $JenLevel is 0 or $JenLevel is 1>>Your classmates have largely gotten used to you by now, though they all no doubt still see you as being somewhere you do not belong.\ <<elseif $JenLevel is 2>>There’s some unintelligible whispers from some of the class as they enter, among some giggles and cruel words that you’re more than used to being called. “Sissy” particularly stands out to you as this being $Jen ‘s doing. Thankfully, it’s only a few of them, and the mockery, coming from a select few stops after a moment.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 2>>There’s conversations as usual that are had by the entering classmates, but from what you pick up, the topic is awfully different than the usual discourse. There’s a lot of laughter and staring at you from what seems like half the class, and the words they throw around, which vary from whispers to average conversational volume, seem either feminine or demeaning. You pick out several instances of “sissy” “loser” and “pathetic”.<</if>> <<if $AshMad is 1>>You look to the side to check if $Ash is there, and almost disappointingly, she is. Around her ankle, is the familiar piece of jewelry, which has a key hanging from it.\ <<else>>$Ash takes her usual seat next to you. Around her ankle, is the familiar piece of jewelry, which has a key hanging from it.<</if>> [img[Images/Ash key anklet.jpg]] The lesson soon begins. <<if $GrayR lt 0>>Miss $Gray seems to be harsher to you today. She demands you answer more questions than she does the other students, and is crueler to you when you get them wrong, and barely affirms your answer when you get them right.<<elseif $GrayR gt - 1>>Despite the pre-class inspection, Miss $Gray barely seems to care about you during the lesson, which you certainly wouldn't complain about.<</if>> <<if $L gt 8>>During the lesson, though, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes lustfully wander to the other students in the class. Miss $Gray seems to have noticed, as a subtle scowls goes your way.<<elseif $L lt 9>>Despite the ample distractions around you in the form of attractive women, you manage to listen diligently.<</if>><<if $ButtPlugA is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>> The butt plug filling your rear isn’t helping the situation, however, and leaves you even more turned on.<</if>><<if $CK[2] is 3>> While it'd be preferable if your classmates didn't notice your feminine choice in footwear, whether or not they do has no bearing on your decision to play with them. [img[Images/Flats PlayG.gif]]<</if>> <<if $Day3 is 1>>[[Jen Monday 6<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 3 and visited("Mr Hawt Jen 5") is 0 and $JenLevel gt 4>>[[Mr Hawt Jen 5<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[9-1c Lunch<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 13>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> <<if not visited("Ash C1") and not visited("Ash C1 Punish")>>[[Ash C1 Punish<-Continue][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail gt 1 and $Fem lt 35>>[[9-1e<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Fem lt 35>>[[9-1f<-Continue][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $Fem is 35 and $GrayLunchFail gt 1>>[[Ash C2 GrayLunchFail<-Continue][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $Fem is 35 and $GrayLunchFail lt 2>>[[Ash C2 Normal<-Continue][$H to 16]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 16>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<include [[Chapter 3 Detention]]>> [[9-1f<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $Fem to 36>>\ <<if $GrayR gt 1>>You’ve barely entered the classroom for your punishment when someone else enters behind you. “$Ash , I’m glad you showed up. I would have had to punish you as well if you changed your mind.” “That’s not necessary. I assume I’m still good to take $name off your hands then?” The emerging $Ash asks. “Of course. But I trust you will punish him in the same way that I would.” Your teacher nods, the situation not being clarified an inch. “Come on, we've got stuff to do.” After following $Ash out of the classroom, you keep trailing her. “What’s going on? Where are we going?” “We’ve got some more training to do. And that unproductive bitch isn’t as committed as I am, so I asked to take you away from your detention.” “Training? What training?” “Don’t like surprises, do you? You’ll find out soon enough.” Shortly after, you’ve arrived at the familiar site of $Ash ‘s bedroom. [[Ash C2 House<-Continue][$M to $M + 30]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt 2>>You’ve barely entered the classroom for your punishment when someone else enters behind you. “$Ash , I’m glad you showed up. I would have had to punish you as well if you changed your mind.” “That’s not necessary - I hope you came prepared as I did.” The emerging $Ash replies, coming out from behind you. “Of course I did.” The three of you convene in the center of the room, you seemingly the only one not understanding what’s going on. “Why are we all here?” [[Ash C2 School<-Continue][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>>

<<set $Fem to 36>>\ <<set $W9A2 to 1>>\ <<if $GrayR gt 1>>While on your way out of Farrix, $Ash shouts at you, drawing yours and everyone else’s attention. “I hope you don’t have any plans. Come with me.” Before you can even ask where you are going, she’s walking away, leaving you to catch up to her. After leaving Farrix, you can tell you’re on the familiar journey to $Ash ‘s house. “So can you tell me what we’re doing now?” “You just can’t keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, can you? I promise you’ll enjoy it, but that’s all I will say.” No amount of begging for clues gives you any ideas, and before you know it, you’ve arrived in $Ash ‘s room, the nervous anticipation growing inside you. [[Ash C2 House<-Continue][$M to $M + 30]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt 2>>While on your way out of Farrix, $Ash shouts at you, drawing yours and everyone else’s attention. “I hope you don’t have any plans. Come with me.” Before you can even ask where you are going, she’s walking away, leaving you to catch up to her. You’re not moving for long before you realize what your shared destination is. Standing outside of Miss $Gray ‘s classroom normally fills you with anxiety, but here with $Ash , those fears are tripled. You walk in with $Ash in front. “I was starting to think you had changed your mind.” Your teacher nonchalantly comments upon your entry. $Ash doesn’t reply, though you know the remark was aimed at her. The three of you convene in the center of the room. “So why am I here?” [[Ash C2 School<-Continue][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>>

[img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] <<if $AshMad is 1>>”Now, for the next part of your training, my little slut. Someday, you’ll look back on this moment, and recognize it as the critical point in your lifetime, the day you saw your purpose. Now, kneel down.” As you do as she asks, $Ash walks out of sight behind you. What you can see soon gets covered up, as you feel a small cloth get wrapped around your head, painting your vision black, while your friend fiddles with the material behind your head. She ties a knot to complete the blind fold, leaving you sightless in your submissive position. “You should be thanking me for only taking away one of your senses, because someday, you won't need your ears, or your nose either. For a sissy like you they’re pointless. The only thing you’re good for is this.” You feel her hand caress your butt cheeks. “These.” She moves in front of you now, holding your hands. “And this.” Her fingers linger around your mouth, opening it up with her thumbs. “Everything else - your clothes, your body, your pretty face, it’s all meant for one thing. Attracting cock.” Suddenly, a foreign object enters into your mouth, sliding between your parted lips, which can’t close in time to stop it. Your tongue circles the object from it’s center, which has a tiny hole, to it’s symmetrical head. It has a strange, rubbery taste to it, that feels far too sterile to be anything natural. And while you don’t have any first hand experience with dildos, you instantly realize that you have a fake cock in your mouth, or at least the head of one. “So you know that taste? I would have started you off with the real thing, but you probably would have embarrassed both of us. So let’s start slow. Tease the cock, introduce yourself with that tongue of yours.” $Ash ‘s hands wrap themselves around the back of your head, precluding you from pulling your body back. “After you’ve done that, you have to start sucking him, up and down.” As suddenly as it’s initial entry, the dildo starts moving forward, before retreating again. The movement continues, and you feel your lips engulf the first few inches of the dildo until they slide to the head again. After a couple of minutes, you’re completely used to the sensation. “Once you’ve lubricated the hard phallus, you have to go deep - deep enough to reach the base of his cock, maybe even feel balls on your chin.” The cock thrusts itself down your throat, immediately making you gag, and wanting to hurl. No matter the worrying sounds you make though, $Ash keeps shoving the dildo back and forth. The dick head goes as far back as it can, but never exits your mouth. Even then, you’re sure the cock keeps going, and it’s impossible to know just how far you are from the base of the dildo. “Come on you useless slut! If you’re not good with your mouth, then guys are only going to want to go wild on that ass of yours, and I don’t think you’re ready for that. You’ll be thrown to the streets if you can’t keep a good cock down, and this thing is tiny compared to the monsters that it takes to satisfy a woman. But even this is much bigger than your pathetic excuse for penis. You clit could never please a female, so that’s why your sex life is going to be about taking cocks. Cock after cock, all night long.” You’re unsure how any porn star does it, but you can practically feel your stomach calling the vomit up. You fall backwards, crashing to the floor and coughing profusely, your mouth finally free of the cock. When you pull the blindfold off, you see a pissed off $Ash standing over you, a strap on attached to her hips. True to her word, that cock looks tiny compared to the average porn penis. “What the hell were you doing? I was choking!” “When are you going to realize it’s not about you? It’s about the men who will use you, the women who will laugh at you, not about your petty discomforts. Maybe I underestimated your natural sluttiness. You need more practice, and I’m sick of your bad attitude and lack of gratitude. Get a dildo and train yourself.” She leans over, so that she’s practically standing on top of you. “And don’t you dare think about cheating, because one day soon, I’m going to show up when you don’t expect it, and shove my cock down your throat, and if you can’t take it, there will be hell to pay. Now get the fuck out of here!” You don’t have a chance to reprieve as she practically grabs you by your shirt collar, and throws you out of her house, landing roughly on the street, just as she promised would happen if you couldn’t satisfy a man. When you get home, you’re disgusted to realize there’s strings of saliva hanging around your mouth and chin, visible for all to see. You wipe it away, and take a while to recover from the terrifying experience. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $S to $S + 3, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $AshMad is 0>><<set $Dildo1 to 1>>”Now, for the next part of your training, my sweet little bunny. Someday, you’ll look back on this moment, and recognize it as the critical point in your lifetime, the day you saw your purpose. Now, kneel down.” As you do as she asks, $Ash walks out of sight behind you. There are some noises that you can’t quite identify - tt sounds almost like a belt buckling. “Is the anticipation killing you?” She walks back around, now in your sight. She’s still wearing her uniform, but your eyes are locked to her waist, where there’s a collection of straps and rings, holding up a plastic penis that’s sticking out perpendicular to her beautiful body. [img[Images/P - Gray strap on skirt.jpg]] “You don’t need to be afraid, I’ll be gentle - at first. This has been a long time coming. That beautiful mouth of yours has been waiting patiently for a cock to come introduce itself to you. Some many years wasted. From now on, if you’ve not sucked a cock that day, it’s time ill spent.” $Ash stands less than a step in front of you, so that the dildo is hanging mere inches from your mouth. Slowly, she pokes the fake cock closer and closer to your lips, until it’s prodding at your kisser. “Open up.” Gazing into her eyes, you see that she’s serious, but there’s also love in them, as if she actually thinks you’ll enjoy this. Your lips part to welcome the phallic object. The head feels expectedly alien. Your tongue feels the size increase and increase until it curves back to the size of the rest of the penis. It’s dry initially, but after a minute of it protruding into your mouth, your mouth has salivated enough to coat it in nature’s lubricant. Once you've gotten used to your new friend, you can go further down. $Ash proves her point by thrusting the cock down into your mouth as far as she can. You instantly gag and cough at the throat invading sensation. $Ash pulls out slightly, but only temporarily, and when you’ve composed yourself again, she plows her cock back down into your throat. “I know it may hurt, but the only way to get better is by jumping in the deep end like this.” You want to pull away, but $Ash is holding your head close to her, leaving you almost impaled on the cock, which is making vomit almost hurl out of your mouth. “What the hell were you doing? I was choking!” “Oh sweetie, I know, but you have to learn at some point. And if you’re not good at sucking cock, I don’t want some man to slap you simply because you can’t satisfy him. It’s tough love, I know, but it’s the best thing for you, whether you realize it or not. But I also trust you, so if you’re struggling with these baby steps, maybe you can take them yourself. Here.” She moves over to a nearby drawer, and takes out a second dildo, slightly smaller than the one connected to her leather belt. “Take this to train yourself with.” She places it in your outstretched hands. “But please, don’t take advantage of my trust. I’ll test you soon, and if you can’t take it like a regular pornstar, I’m going to be VERY pissed.” After recovering, you leave, making sure your phallic present is tucked well away in your bag. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $S to $S + 2, $L to $L + 1]]<</if>>

<<set $SuckS to $SuckS + 1>>\ “You see” $Ash begins “I wanted to take another step in your training, and after I told Miss $Gray about it, she insisted on joining.” Though she may be trying to hide it, you think $Ash is slightly annoyed at Miss $Gray ‘s involvement. “It’s essential that you learn the correct way.” “Learn what?” Your teacher returns behind her desk, and you hear the opening of one of the drawers behind it. At the same time, $Ash is scavenging for something inside of her bag. <<if $AshMad is 0>>“Well, it’s very important that a sissy has the skills she’ll need to please a man, so we’re going to teach you how to please a cock with that pretty mouth of yours.”\ <<else>>”We’re going to put that mouth of yours to use so that you know how to please a man.”<</if>> $Ash finds what she’s looking for in her bag, and pulls out a silicone love stick, complete with a realistic head and balls. Behind her, Miss $Gray emerges, holding a dildo herself. [img[Images/Dildo.jpg]] As they both stand in front of you, it’s clear that the two fake cocks aren’t anything too impressive. They’re probably the same size as your own dick, which is to say they could be much bigger. “How about you get in a more appropriate position, and get down on those knees of yours.” Miss $Gray ‘s command is helped by $Ash placing her hand on your shoulder, pushing you down until your left at slightly above $Ash ‘s waist, and are even smaller compared to your teacher, thanks to her large heels. $Ash is about to step directly in front of you when Miss $Gray moves in first.. “Firstly, you’ll want to make sure your friend is as hard as he can be, so start off stroking him slowly, and work your way up.” “Right, like this.” $Ash removes herself from your teacher’s shadow and steps beside her. She mimics the action she wants to see you do, stroking her dildo from tip to base, back and forth. You copy her with the dildo Miss $Gray is holding at her waist, pointed down straight at your lips like an arrow. The fake dick lives up to it’s name. The synthetic material is cold and unloving, at least compared to your experience of stroking a dick. “And once you’ve done that you’ll want to put the tip into your mouth, teasing it lightly.” $Ash tries to step in front of you so that you can wrap your lips around her cock, but your teacher doesn’t move. With Miss $Gray ‘s eyes locked with yours, you know she wants HER cock in your mouth. Lips parted, you lean in like you're taking a bite of a foreign food. The head is horribly dry, so you try to work your mouth into salivating more, which helps to lubricate the tip of the phallus. “Good, now start pleasing the rest of it.” Clearly, your teacher is getting into the role, to the exclusion of $Ash . The head pushes past your lips and scrapes along your tongue. Despite having thought the cock was small, it’s incredibly invasive in your mouth. Evidently, your dick sucking skills are nothing compared to the hot porn stars you’ve seen shoving massive 12 inchers down their throat. With no indication, your teacher starts raping your mouth with her cock. It’s getting rammed down your throat, leaving you gagging and trying to back away, but even when you stumble backwards, Miss $Gray ensures the cock is still being thrust into your face. It only stops when $Ash steps in. “I think you should stop.” $Ash suggests, cautious in her words as to not appear that she’s telling your domineering teacher what to do. “I know what’s best for the sissy.” <<if $AshMad is 1>>Given everything she’s done to you, it’s surprising that $Ash is sticking up for you , though maybe it’s because she’d like to do the oral session herself.<</if>> Showing more defiance in a single act than you have since you joined Farrix, $Ash pulls Miss $Gray away, leaving you seeing a bizarre sight from the floor of two women engaged in an argument while holding dildos against their crotch. “What do you think you’re doing?” “I’m stopping you from choking him!” “If you’re not willing to do what it takes to train her, then you shouldn’t be in control of her.” “If you’re not going to listen to her choking, then neither do you!” “$Ash ! I did you a favor when I gave you that key, and this is how you show me respect? $name , leave, me and your girlfriend have a lot to talk about.” Crawling back to your feet, you walk out. The silence gets broken the moment the door closes behind you. //Those two really don’t like each other// [[Ash C2 School 2<-Continue]]

<<set $CC2 to 3>>\ You take your familiar journey to Farrix, only no longer having to worry about giving your chastity cage key to Miss $Gray . [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] You enter room 68 while it is still mostly empty, with only your domineering teacher present, who is leaning against the front of her desk, waiting for you. [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] “Strip.” As requested, you shed your clothes for Miss $Gray to assess you. \ <<if $CL[2] lt 2>>”It's nice to see that you’re wearing tights. They are flattering, if a bit dull.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 4>>“Those are some unique tights. They’re almost distracting, but I’ll allow them.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 3>>”Beautiful tights. They really are appropriate for a sissy like you to be wearing.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 21>>”A staple in any wardrobe. Your hosiery looks beautiful, $name . It’s just a pity that no one else can admire your legs in them.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 22>>”Nude pantyhose? A peculiar choice, but you are meeting your uniform requirements.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 23 or $CL[2] is 24 or $CL[2] is 27>>”Fishnets? Not terribly appropriate, $name . However, I suppose I never specified that this was against the rules of Farrix. I’ll allow this for now, but I may change my mind one day.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 28>>”A playful choice for your hosiery. Not entirely appropriate for Farrix, but I’ll allow it, for now.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 25>>”Certainly an interesting choice for your hosiery. Normally such a pick would catch an eye, but with these obstructive pants, they won’t be spotted. Quite a shame, no?”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 26>>”These pretty pantyhose of yours are certainly an eye catcher, but not in the best way. You’d look so much cuter with a less tacky pair.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 41 or $CL[2] is 42>>”Black stockings: a staple in any wardrobe, especially for a woman in a professional setting like this. I don’t think I could imagine anything more appropriate.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 43>>”An interesting dichotomy, isn’t it? Stockings are meant to be slutty, but the nude tone suggests an element of class.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 44>>”Pink stockings, the height of both slutiness and femininity. How appropriate.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 45>>”There’s no hosiery that a whore should be without like a pair of fishnet stockings. Imagine what your classmates would think if they could see beneath your pants.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Socks? Socks! Come on $name . Hosiery is like a luxurious second skin. Dull socks like these are neither comfortable nor pretty."<</if>> Miss $Gray takes a closer look at your underwear. \ <<if $CL[1] isnot 101>>”Nice panties. Such beautiful underwear is worn by every student here at Farrix. Wouldn’t it feel wrong to stand out by wearing men’s underwear?”\ <<elseif $CL[1] gt 40 and $CL[1] lt 60>>”Garter panties? A beautiful mix of sexyness and practicality. I’m more than impressed in your choice of underwear today.”\ <<elseif $CL[1] gt 30 and $CL[1] lt 40>>”A thong? Good for hiding panty lines, and for feeling sexy all day long. Which one do you care about more?”\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”It’s ridiculous seeing a man in panties, just as it is seeing a sissy like you in boxers. This is ridiculous, $name , and I thought you had matured past this point a long time ago.”<</if>> <<if $GarterA is 1 or $GarterB is 1>>”A beautiful garter belt. Useful for so many things, like being sexier, or holding up a pair of sultry stockings. Of course, you’ll have to worry about your garter straps leaving an impression against your pants, though that’s a small trade off for feeling so sexy." She continues her inspection, turning her attention southwards.\ <<elseif $GarterC is 1>>”Simply adorable garters. It should be a crime that no one can see them on your legs.” She continues her inspection, turning her attention southwards.\ <<else>>She continues her inspection, turning her attention southwards.<</if>> <<if $ShaveLegs gt 6>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>Miss $Gray looks at your legs. "Really? How could you let your legs grow this disgusting? Be sure to shave them and they'll look and feel much better."\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs lt 3>>Miss $Gray lightly strokes your leg. "Don't you just love the feeling of freshly shaven legs? So smooth, so feminine. Keep it up."\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs lt 7>>Miss $Gray admires your legs. "Smooth. Be sure to keep it up."<</if>> <<if $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $Bra is 1>> \ She cups her hand gently against your chest, confirming the presence of the sexy brassiere underneath. "The padding on this lingerie will almost make you feel like you have some breasts of your own.”\ <<elseif $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 1>> \ She cups her hand gently against your chest, confirming the sports bra underneath your shirt. "Do you like someone feeling your breasts?" She laughs at the uncomfortable expression that your face turns into.\ <<elseif $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>\ She presses her hand against your chest. When she senses that there is no bra beneath your shirt, she looks disappointed.<</if>> <<if $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] is 3>>"Such cute shoes, $name . Make sure to keep wearing them."\ <<elseif $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] isnot 3>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>"I'm sure you would much prefer to be wearing a pair of cute flats, so where are they?"\ <<elseif $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 1>>Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. "Nice to see you can remember this" she taunts, pressing down on your rear. "I'm sure it will be harder for you to daydream in class when you have this penetrating you."\ <<elseif $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1 and $TimesSpanked to $TimesSpanked + 1>>Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. The silent room is quickly filled with a shriek from you as her hand slaps your butt cheeks. "I thought I made it clear that you will wear a butt plug from now on." Several more times you cry out as her hand hits you.<</if>> <<if $LightPinkFingers gt 7 or $RedFingers gt 7>>”What beautiful nails you have, $name . Their length, their color, it’s so appropriate. I’m assuming this is $Ash ‘s doing. She’s proving to be quite the trainer.” She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 0>>”So you like those nails? It’s nice to see you’ve accepted having such a flattering shade on your hands.” She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<else>>She then lets you dress yourself again.<</if>> <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>"It is extremely disappointing that you can't follow the most basic of instructions $name . Come here at lunch for your punishment. At least you will have $Ash to keep you company."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -2>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR gt -3>>"Your behavior has been exemplary as of late, keep it up."<</if>> [[9-5b<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ The students begin to file in around you. <<if $JenLevel is 0 or $JenLevel is 1>>Your classmates have largely gotten used to you by now, though they all no doubt still see you as being somewhere you do not belong.\ <<elseif $JenLevel is 2>>There’s some unintelligible whispers from some of the class as they enter, among some giggles and cruel words that you’re more than used to being called. “Sissy” particularly stands out to you as this being $Jen ‘s doing. Thankfully, it’s only a few of them, and the mockery, coming from a select few stops after a moment.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 2>>There’s conversations as usual that are had by the entering classmates, but from what you pick up, the topic is awfully different than the usual discourse. There’s a lot of laughter and staring at you from what seems like half the class, and the words they throw around, which vary from whispers to average conversational volume, seem either feminine or demeaning. You pick out several instances of “sissy” “loser” and “pathetic”.<</if>> <<if $AshMad is 1>>You look to the side to check if $Ash is there, and almost disappointingly, she is. Around her ankle, is the familiar piece of jewelry, which has a key hanging from it.\ <<else>>$Ash takes her usual seat next to you. Around her ankle, is the familiar piece of jewelry, which has a key hanging from it.<</if>> [img[Images/Ash key anklet.jpg]] The lesson soon begins. <<if $GrayR lt 0>>Miss $Gray seems to be harsher to you today. She demands you answer more questions than she does the other students, and is crueler to you when you get them wrong, and barely affirms your answer when you get them right.<<elseif $GrayR gt - 1>>Despite the pre-class inspection, Miss $Gray barely seems to care about you during the lesson, which you certainly wouldn't complain about.<</if>> <<if $L gt 8>>During the lesson, though, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes lustfully wander to the other students in the class. Miss $Gray seems to have noticed, as a subtle scowls goes your way.<<elseif $L lt 9>>Despite the ample distractions around you in the form of attractive women, you manage to listen diligently.<</if>><<if $ButtPlugA is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>> The butt plug filling your rear isn’t helping the situation, however, and leaves you even more turned on.<</if>><<if $CK[2] is 3>> While it'd be preferable if your classmates didn't notice your feminine choice in footwear, whether or not they do has no bearing on your decision to play with them. [img[Images/Flats PlayG.gif]]<</if>> [[9-5c Lunch<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 13>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> <<if $Day3 is 5>>[[9-5d Ash C3a<-Continue][$H to 16]]<<elseif $GrayLunchFail gt 1>>[[9-5e<-Continue][$H to 16]]<<else>>[[9-5f<-Continue][$H to 16]]<</if>>

<<set $Pills to 1>>\ <<set $Fem to 37>>\ <<set $W10H1 to 1>>\ <<if $GrayLunchFail lt 2>>”Got any plans for the weekend?” A familiar voice asks from behind you. Turning around, $Ash is catching up to you. “N…” “It was rhetorical, you have plans now. Come with me.”\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail gt 1>>”Heading to see Miss $Gray ?” A familiar voice asks from behind you. Turning around, $Ash is catching up to you. “You don’t need to bother. She’s letting you off for today, because we have more important things to do.”<</if>> <<if $AshMad is 1>>”So what are we doing?” “I’m going to tie you up for the whole weekend until you do what I ask you to.” You let out a laugh, but $Ash ‘s deadpan face means she’s either dedicated to the joke, or she’s serious. [[9-5 Ash C3b -<-Continue][$M to $M + 30]] <<elseif $AshMad is 0>>”So what are we doing?” “Well, you know how it’s been really long since you’ve been released from your chastity cage? And wouldn’t it feel awesome to finally have an orgasm?” “It would” you reply, now imagining the pleasure $Ash has teased you of. “Well that’s not going to happen. No, you’re going to spend the weekend with me torturing you until you relent and do what I want you to.” $Ash almost laughs at seeing you realize that her promise of an orgasm was just the start of a cruel joke. [[9-5 Ash C3b +<-Continue][$M to $M + 30]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 16>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<include [[Chapter 3 Detention]]>> [[9-5f<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $S to $S + 2>><<if $S gt 10>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $L to $L + 1>><<if $L gt 10>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ \ $Ash doesn’t reveal any more details of her plans on your journey to her house. You’re expecting to head to the intimate site of her bedroom, but she instead takes another path down a hallway. Near the end of it, she opens a door, revealing a set of stairs that lead down into a seemingly infinite darkness. A flick of a nearby switch illuminates the basement that $Ash leads the way into. [img[Images/Ash Basement.jpg]] It’s a plain basement, like any other. There’s no natural light, and it’s a clearly neglected room in $Ash ‘s house, as suggested by the mound of boxes which are only gathering dust. Leaning against one of the nearby walls is an old wooden baseball bat. In the center of the dilapidated area is a pillar from floor to ceiling. Like something from a horror movie, there are a bunch of chains wrapped around the large pillar, with a heavy padlock to secure anything in place. <<if $FViolence is 1>>”Well, I don’t have all day, so stand up next to it and we’ll get you strapped in.” “WHAT?” “Relax, I’m not going to Cask of Amontillado you. Besides, if you’re as obedient as you are by doing this voluntarily, you won’t be locked away for long anyway.” Again, $Ash is acting completely seriously. Either this is some prolonged joke, or she really wants you to attach yourself to an immovable object in a solitary basement where no one could hear you scream. [[Ash C3 V Obey<-Obey]] [[Ash C3 V Leave<-Leave]]\ <<elseif $FViolence is 0>>”Well, I don’t have all day, so stand up next to it and we’ll get you strapped in.” “WHAT?” “Relax, I’m not going to Cask of Amontillado you. Besides, if you’re as obedient as you are by doing this voluntarily, you won’t be locked away for long anyway.” Again, $Ash is acting completely seriously. Either this is some prolonged joke, or she really wants you to attach yourself to an immovable object in a solitary basement where no one could hear you scream. [[Ash C3 NV Obey<-Obey]] [[Ash C3 NV Leave<-Leave]]<</if>>

<<set $S to $S + 2>><<if $S gt 10>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $L to $L + 1>><<if $L gt 10>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] $Ash doesn’t reveal any more details of her plans on your journey to her house, but when you do arrive there, you discover something immediately different. Resting on $Ash ‘s bed is a gamer girl approved virtual reality headset. The device is almost entirely pink with variations in the form of white highlights. [img[Images/Headset.jpg]] “Ever used one before?” You shake your head. “That’ll make this all the more fun. Make yourself comfortable; we’ll be here a while.” $Ash strokes your hair behind your ears and pulls the VR equipment over your head, completely obscuring your vision. “I’m not sure what you were thinking we would do, but I hope you weren’t expecting your normal video games.” [[Ash C3 + 2<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $AshR to $AshR + 1>>\ [img[Images/Chains.jpg]] You approach the tall column, feeling it with your hands. The wood is rough and hard, totally unbreakable, you wager. Lifting the silver chains, they are surprisingly heavy, and also indestructible. Though every one of your survival instincts is trying to kick in, you pick option C in regards to fight or flight: obey. “Okay, I’ll do it.” “Aren’t you a good sissy? Maybe you are learning your place in this world.” She slowly saunters over and picks up the chains, wrapping them around your submissive body and clicking the lock shut. They still give your arms and legs the ability to stretch, but your waist is firmly bound to the pillar. While she’s there, she lets her face linger next to yours for a second. Her soft cheek skin brushes against your own, and her hot breath whispering against your neck leads you to think that maybe this was the right thing to do. “But I need to make sure you’re going to be obedient to the most extreme of requests, which is why I’m sorry that I need to do this.” Turning back on her heels, she strides her way out of the basement. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She looks at you from the top of the stairs. There’s some part of her eyes that makes you think she was serious that she was sorry about putting you in this situation. But if that were true, surely she would let you out. Your disbelief in her kindness is further strengthened when she flicks the light switch off, plunging you in darkness, and closing the door behind her. [[Ash C3 V Obey 2<-Continue]]

<<set $SleepProcess to 1>>\ <<set $Day to $Day + 1, $Day3 to $Day3 + 1>>\ <<if $Day3 is 8>><<set $Day3 to 1>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 2>><<set $M to 0>>\ “If you’re serious, there’s something wrong with you.” You turn to walk away, but $Ash is completely silent. Only a couple of steps up the stairs, your exit is interrupted by the striking of a violent bat against the back of your skull, plunging everything into darkness as you tumble backwards. [[Ash C3 V Leave 3<-...][$S to $S + 2]]

Suddenly, $Ash starts giggling profusely, her beautiful smile calming your nerves. “I’m sorry, but you should see your face. " “Wow, I actually thought you were serious. So…shall we leave the creepy basement now?” You're laughing too, but it's unnatural. “Not before I do this.” She rushes into you, her lips locking with yours. Her typically soft arms wrap around you like a vice and she swings you around the room until your back thuds against the central column. “Hey $name ?” She takes a break from the intense makeout session to look you deeply in the eyes. “Yes?” [img[Images/Chains.jpg]] “Just how stupid are you?” She turns around and begins walking up the stairs leading away. “What do yo…” You start walking yourself, only to be pulled back by a heavy tug at your midsection. An urgent look down confirms the worst: the chain is wrapped tightly around you and locked by the padlock. You’ve been tricked like a regular Captain Jack Sparrow, and now you watch your trapper take a casual stroll up the stairway to freedom. “Goodnight, bitch.” The light flickers out, followed by a door slam, leaving you alone in the dark. [[Ash C3 NV Leave 2<-...][$L to $L + 2, $S to $S + 2]]

<<set $SleepProcess to 1>>\ <<set $Day to $Day + 1, $Day3 to $Day3 + 1>>\ <<if $Day3 is 8>><<set $Day3 to 1>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 2>><<set $M to 0>>\ Time passes by like a tired snail. Your legs gave up on you hours ago and fell out from under you. $Ash has ignored the prisoner in her basement ever since she closed the door on you. Whatever her plans are for you, she’s been preparing for a while. Her bringing you here on a Friday is no mistake, and neither is the lock and chain being ready to trap someone. You fall asleep with your back against the pillar trapping you, the cold of the steel chains the closest thing you have to a blanket. [[Ash C3 NV Leave 3<-Continue]]

<<set $SleepProcess to 1>>\ <<set $H to 2>><<set $M to 0>>\ Time passes by like a tired snail. Your legs gave up on you hours ago and fell out from under you. $Ash has ignored the prisoner in her basement ever since she closed the door on you. Whatever her plans are for you, she’s planned them for a while. Her bringing you here on a Friday is no mistake, and neither is the lock and chain being ready to trap someone. You fall asleep with your back against the pillar trapping you, the cold of the steel chains the closest thing you have to a blanket. [[Ash C3 V Obey 3<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 7>>\ <<set $L to $L - 2>>\ [img[Images/Ash Basement.jpg]] “What the fuck!” You’re thrashing around immediately as you awaken, feeling freezing water drenching your face and upper body, courtesy of $Ash and a bucket that she throws to the floor once she’s satisfied that she’s tormented you with it enough. “Can you blame me? I had to make sure that you could see clearly when you saw me like THIS for the first time.” She spins around in front of your lowered and freezing body. Closest to your eye level, you see her skyscraper heels, which would make her tower over you even if you weren’t kissing the floor. Her beautiful legs are adorned in black latex, reaching from ankle to waist. From the front, you can almost see the imprint of her vagina against the taut material. From the back, you can see her voluptuous ass in all it’s glory squeezing against her second skin. Similarly, her boobs are framed by the dominatrix getup, jiggling with every one of her movements. As a final touch to demonstrate how strictly she’s taking her role as your trainer, her hair is tied back in a tight ponytail, because she wouldn’t want to touch a degenerate like you. //Could she really wear her chastity belt beneath that?// [img[Images/P - Dominatrix outfit.jpg]] “What do you think, suits me right?” She places one of her feet on your chest, and uses that leverage to lean down over you. With that pressure, it's hard to answer her, or even breathe. “Since you finally seemed to accept your place yesterday, I figured I should dress more appropriately.” “Can…t…bre…th.” “Oh, is this making it hard to breathe?” She wiggles her heel around, before deliberately digging it into your chest, to the point where, if you had the oxygen in you, you would be streaming in agony. “Sorry sissy, my mistake.” You feel the pressure of her foot alleviate, but only momentarily. She reintroduces her heel into your body with violent kick after kick, raining down into your midsection. “But I don’t know when you’ll realize.” “I.” “Don’t.” “Care.” “And neither will any man you’re satisfying. If he shoves his cock down your throat so far you’re gagging, you keep sucking until he cums inside you. If he wants to stick his dick inside you with no lube, you smile and stay quiet. And if he tells you to lock yourself to a pole, YOU’LL DO IT!” No amount of moaning for mercy stops her continually forcing her heel into your body. She only lets up when she’s moaning for breath herself. “Which brings me to this.” From an invisible pocket, she pulls out a tiny pink pill. While squatting next to you, she holds the capsule over your lips. “This tiny thing may not look like much, but it actually holds a lot of power. Tell me, do you think you could actually attract any man how you are right now? Don’t answer that, because you couldn’t. No man is interested in an ugly girl like you. No noticeable feminine beauty in your face, a mediocre ass, and a chest as flat as a board. This pill will solve one of those issues. You see, this tiny thing will give you a pair of boobs. Not massive, yet, but enough for observant people to notice. Enough for you to see them in the morning, for you to sense them in the day, and for you to feel self conscious about them if you’re not wearing a bra.” “But that's not all. You’re not just going to take it. You’re going to beg me for it. Beg me to give tits so that you can be a real woman.” [img[Images/Pill event.jpg]] <<if $S gt 7>>[[Ash C3 Beg -<-Beg for the pill]] [[Ash C3 4 -<-Refuse][$S to $S + 2]]\ <<else>>$Ash hasn’t tortured you enough to be seriously considering taking this [[Ash C3 4 -<-Refuse][$S to $S + 2]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 7>>\ <<set $L to $L - 2>>\ [img[Images/Ash Basement.jpg]] “What the fuck!” You’re thrashing around immediately as you awaken, feeling freezing water drenching your face and upper body, courtesy of $Ash and a bucket that she throws to the floor once she’s satisfied that she’s tormented you with it enough. “Can you blame me? I had to make sure that you could see clearly when you saw me like THIS for the first time.” She spins around in front of your lowered and freezing body. Closest to your eye level, you see her skyscraper heels, which would make her tower over you even if you weren’t kissing the floor. Her beautiful legs are adorned in black latex, reaching from ankle to waist. From the front, you can almost see the imprint of her vagina against the taut material. From the back, you can see her voluptuous ass in all it’s glory squeezing against her second skin. Similarly, her boobs are framed by the dominatrix getup, jiggling with every one of her movements. As a final touch to demonstrate how strictly she’s taking her role as your trainer, her hair is tied back in a tight ponytail, because she wouldn’t want to touch a degenerate like you. //Could she really wear her chastity belt beneath that?// [img[Images/P - Dominatrix outfit.jpg]] “What do you think, suits me right?” She places one of her feet on your chest, and uses that leverage to lean down over you. With that pressure, it's hard to answer her, or even breathe. “Or maybe after that swing I took to your head, you’re struggling to adequately say how good I look.” “Can…t…bre…th.” “Oh, is this making it hard to breathe?” She wiggles her heel around, before deliberately digging it into your chest, to the point where, if you had the oxygen in you, you would be streaming in agony. “Sorry sissy, my mistake.” You feel the pressure of her foot alleviate, but only momentarily. She reintroduces her heel into your body with violent kick after kick, raining down into your midsection. “But I don’t know when you’ll realize.” “I.” “Don’t.” “Care.” “And neither will any man you’re satisfying. If he shoves his cock down your throat so far you’re gagging, you keep sucking until he cums inside you. If he wants to stick his dick inside you with no lube, you smile and stay quiet. And if he tells you to lock yourself to a pole, YOU’LL DO IT!” No amount of moaning for mercy stops her continually forcing her heel into your body. She only lets up when she’s moaning for breath herself. “Which brings me to this.” From an invisible pocket, she pulls out a tiny pink pill. While squatting next to you, she holds the capsule over your lips. “This tiny thing may not look like much, but it actually holds a lot of power. Tell me, do you think you could actually attract any man how you are right now? Don’t answer that, because you couldn’t. No man is interested in an ugly girl like you. No noticeable feminine beauty in your face, a mediocre ass, and a chest as flat as a board. This pill will solve one of those issues. You see, this tiny thing will give you a pair of boobs. Not massive, yet, but enough for observant people to notice. Enough for you to see them in the morning, for you to sense them in the day, and for you to feel self conscious about them if you’re not wearing a bra.” “But that's not all. You’re not just going to take it. You’re going to beg me for it. Beg me to give tits so that you can be a real woman.” [img[Images/Pill event.jpg]] <<if $S gt 7>>[[Ash C3 Beg -<-Beg for the pill]] [[Ash C3 4 -<-Refuse][$S to $S + 2]]\ <<else>>$Ash hasn’t tortured you enough to be seriously considering taking this [[Ash C3 4 -<-Refuse][$S to $S + 2]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 7>>\ <<set $L to $L - 2>>\ [img[Images/Ash Basement.jpg]] “What the fuck!” You’re thrashing around immediately as you awaken, feeling freezing water drenching your face and upper body, courtesy of $Ash and a bucket that she throws to the floor once she’s satisfied that she’s tormented you with it enough. “Can you blame me? I had to make sure that you could see clearly when you saw me like THIS for the first time.” She spins around in front of your lowered and freezing body. Closest to your eye level, you see her skyscraper heels, which would make her tower over you even if you weren’t kissing the floor. Her beautiful legs are adorned in black latex, reaching from ankle to waist. From the front, you can almost see the imprint of her vagina against the taut material. From the back, you can see her voluptuous ass in all it’s glory squeezing against her second skin. Similarly, her boobs are framed by the dominatrix getup, jiggling with every one of her movements. As a final touch to demonstrate how strictly she’s taking her role as your trainer, her hair is tied back in a tight ponytail, because she wouldn’t want to touch a degenerate like you. //Could she really wear her chastity belt beneath that?// [img[Images/P - Dominatrix outfit.jpg]] “What do you think, suits me right? Let’s see what your little cliity says.” She unzips your school pants, which are looking as dusty as the floor after a night spent on it. <<if $CL[1] is 101>><<set $AshR to $AshR - 1>>”The fuck are these? Boxers? Do you really think you deserve to be wearing men’s underwear?” She sighs in visible frustration. “It’s a shame that I would have to unlock you to get some panties up your legs.”<<else>>”Nice to see that you wear panties not just when you’re being promised a handjob.”<</if>> She yanks them down, exposing your caged cock, but $Ash seems more interested in the vulnerable balls hanging beneath. Her warm hand envelops your testicles, squeezing them so hard that you think they’ll pop like trampled grapes. It’s like a thousand daggers all shivving your baby makers at once. “What do you think, does my outfit make your blood flow down? Or do I need to do this?” “Pl…s…t...op.” “Why? Is this hurting the poor sissy? I don’t know when you’ll realize.” “I.” “Don’t.” “Care.” Each word culminates with her grip growing stronger. “And neither will any man you’re satisfying. If he shoves his cock down your throat so far you’re gagging, you keep sucking until he cums inside you. If he wants to stick his dick inside you with no lube, you smile and stay quiet. And if he tells you to lock yourself to a pole, YOU’LL DO IT!” No amount of moaning for mercy stops her vice like hold over your balls. She only lets up when she’s satisfied that you’d do anything for the pain to relent. “Which brings me to this.” From an invisible pocket, she pulls out a tiny pink pill. While squatting next to you, she holds the capsule over your lips. “This tiny thing may not look like much, but it actually holds a lot of power. Tell me, do you think you could actually attract any man how you are right now? Don’t answer that, because you couldn’t. No man is interested in an ugly girl like you. No noticeable feminine beauty in your face, a mediocre ass, and a chest as flat as a board. This pill will solve one of those issues. You see, this tiny thing will give you a pair of boobs. Not massive, yet, but enough for observant people to notice. Enough for you to see them in the morning, for you to sense them in the day, and for you to feel self conscious about them if you’re not wearing a bra.” “But that's not all. You’re not just going to take it. You’re going to beg me for it. Beg me to give tits so that you can be a real woman.” [img[Images/Pill event.jpg]] <<if $S gt 7>>[[Ash C3 Beg -<-Beg for the pill]] [[Ash C3 4 -<-Refuse][$S to $S + 2]]\ <<else>>$Ash hasn’t tortured you enough to be seriously considering taking this [[Ash C3 4 -<-Refuse][$S to $S + 2]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 7>>\ <<set $L to $L - 2>>\ [img[Images/Ash Basement.jpg]] “What the fuck!” You’re thrashing around immediately as you awaken, feeling freezing water drenching your face and upper body, courtesy of $Ash and a bucket that she throws to the floor once she’s satisfied that she’s tormented you with it enough. “Can you blame me? I had to make sure that you could see clearly when you saw me like THIS for the first time.” She spins around in front of your lowered and freezing body. Closest to your eye level, you see her skyscraper heels, which would make her tower over you even if you weren’t kissing the floor. Her beautiful legs are adorned in black latex, reaching from ankle to waist. From the front, you can almost see the imprint of her vagina against the taut material. From the back, you can see her voluptuous ass in all it’s glory squeezing against her second skin. Similarly, her boobs are framed by the dominatrix getup, jiggling with every one of her movements. As a final touch to demonstrate how strictly she’s taking her role as your trainer, her hair is tied back in a tight ponytail, because she wouldn’t want to touch a degenerate like you. //Could she really wear her chastity belt beneath that?// [img[Images/P - Dominatrix outfit.jpg]] “What do you think, suits me right? Let’s see what your little cliity says.” She unzips your school pants, which are looking as dusty as the floor after a night spent on it. <<if $CL[1] is 101>><<set $AshR to $AshR - 1>>”The fuck are these? Boxers? Do you really think you deserve to be wearing men’s underwear?” She sighs in visible frustration. “It’s a shame that I would have to unlock you to get some panties up your legs.”<<else>>”Nice to see that you wear panties not just when you’re being promised a handjob.”<</if>> She yanks them down, exposing your caged cock, but $Ash seems more interested in the vulnerable balls hanging beneath. Her warm hand envelops your testicles, squeezing them so hard that you think they’ll pop like trampled grapes. It’s like a thousand daggers all shivving your baby makers at once. “What do you think, does my outfit make your blood flow down? Or do I need to do this?” “Pl…s…t...op.” “Why? Is this hurting the poor sissy? I don’t know when you’ll realize.” “I.” “Don’t.” “Care.” Each word culminates with her grip growing stronger. “And neither will any man you’re satisfying. If he shoves his cock down your throat so far you’re gagging, you keep sucking until he cums inside you. If he wants to stick his dick inside you with no lube, you smile and stay quiet. And if he tells you to lock yourself to a pole, YOU’LL DO IT!” No amount of moaning for mercy stops her vice like hold over your balls. She only lets up when she’s satisfied that you’d do anything for the pain to relent. “Which brings me to this.” From an invisible pocket, she pulls out a tiny pink pill. While squatting next to you, she holds the capsule over your lips. “This tiny thing may not look like much, but it actually holds a lot of power. Tell me, do you think you could actually attract any man how you are right now? Don’t answer that, because you couldn’t. No man is interested in an ugly girl like you. No noticeable feminine beauty in your face, a mediocre ass, and a chest as flat as a board. This pill will solve one of those issues. You see, this tiny thing will give you a pair of boobs. Not massive, yet, but enough for observant people to notice. Enough for you to see them in the morning, for you to sense them in the day, and for you to feel self conscious about them if you’re not wearing a bra.” “But that's not all. You’re not just going to take it. You’re going to beg me for it. Beg me to give tits so that you can be a real woman.” [img[Images/Pill event.jpg]] <<if $S gt 7>>[[Ash C3 Beg -<-Beg for the pill]] [[Ash C3 4 -<-Refuse][$S to $S + 2]]\ <<else>>$Ash hasn’t tortured you enough to be seriously considering taking this [[Ash C3 4 -<-Refuse][$S to $S + 2]]<</if>>

“Please, $Ash , can I have one of those pills?” Even though the embarrassing words exit your own mouth, you can’t even believe them, and based on her unimpressed facial expression, neither can $Ash . “Is that really the best you can muster up for these pills that will change your life for the better? I think I’d be better off punishing you some more until you understand what it really means to beg.” “Wait…please can I have some of those pills…so that I can have some boobs?” $Ash crouches next to you, lowering herself to your level. Her hands hold out the bottle of titty creation just under your nose. “And why do you want them sissy?” [[Ash C3 Beg - Man<-”To please a man…]] [[Ash C3 Beg - Ash<-”Because you want me to have them…]]

If she’s serious, you would laugh at her offering you a pill that could give you tits, if only you had the energy. “You dumb bimbo, thinking you can leave this place without this pill dissolving inside of you. But if you want to prolong the pain, then that’s your choice.” She leaves once more, kicking dust in your face on the way out. Whether it’s nice of her or not, she elects to keep the light on now. [[Ash C3 5 -<-...]]

<<set $H to 12>>\ It’s been an incalculable amount of time since $Ash last visited you, but you couldn’t stop thinking about her offer. It’s not that you want boobs, but to have access to them whenever you want is a guy’s dream, right? Would it really be the end of the world if you had some balls of fat on your chest? //There’s no way to rationalize this! I’m a guy! I can’t have boobs!// //Is it really that different from panties? Or pantyhose? Or a skirt!// //Of course! This is permanent!// //What does permanent mean anyway? If there's a pill to give you boobs there’s probably one to take them away.// At least your dueling thoughts leave you awake for when $Ash descends into the basement again. “I think you forgot your bucket of water.” “Well, it was either that, or this.” Behind her back, she unveils a weapon in her primary arm. A tool matching her domme outfit in color, and with enough strands to punish every inch of whatever body part she wants to torture. The whip rests in her hand naturally, as though she’s been practicing her technique. “I bet you’re wishing I chose that bucket of water.” She drags you to your feet, which ache after not using them for what feels like days. Just as quickly, your pants and underwear are wrapped around your ankles, like you’re taking a drunk piss. As a final step before she shows just how malicious she can be, she spins you around, so your nose is an inch away from getting a splinter. With your naked butt exposed to her vindictive spite, she fires away with her arm. Before the sting comes the whisper of the whip against the wind. Just as the strands of leather slice through the wind, they slice through your skin, or that’s at least how it feels when they hit your butt. [img[Images/P - Ash spank.jpg]] You scream in response to the thousand tentacles of pain digging their claws into you. “Shut up, you whore. You had a chance to get out of this but you turned down the greatest gift you could ever receive. So take the punishment you earned.” She continues to welt your skin, your screams getting somehow louder and louder each time. There’s no doubt that if $Ash had performed your punishment upstairs, nervous neighbors would be summoning the police. “And 10.” Her final blast of a strike lands worse than the rest, but you take solace knowing that she’s done. “How about now, sissy? Ready to get back on your knees and beg me to give you your tits?” [img[Images/Pill event.jpg]] <<if $S gt 7>>[[Ash C3 Beg -<-Beg for the pill]] [[Ash C3 6 -<-Refuse][$S to $S + 2]]\ <<else>>$Ash hasn’t tortured you enough to be seriously considering taking this [[Ash C3 6 -<-Refuse][$S to $S + 2]]<</if>>

“Still holding out, huh? Or maybe you just like the pain. Regardless, you’re still disobeying your Mistress. I promise you, you won’t be leaving without taking this pill.” Unable to see her from your forced stance, you hear footsteps stomping away up the stairs. Alone once more, you pull up your pants. $Ash ‘s ass punishment is like a bee’s sting. Even though it’s stopped, the pain is still lingering at the point of torture. <<if $FPiss is 1>>[[Ash C3 7 -<-...]]<<else>>[[Ash C3 9 -<-...]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 17>><<set $FPissS to $FPissS + 1>>\ <<if $ButtPlug is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>>In the dull basement, the only thing which is keeping you somewhat entertained is the buttplug occupying your rear. Not that you had planned on being a prisoner when you woke up on Friday, but you’re glad you decided to put it in.<<else>>In the dull basement, there’s little to look at. Reading the logos on the side of the cardboard boxes can only entertain someone for so long, and you passed that point hours ago. It might even be worth asking $Ash if she can get you some math books so you can have something to do. <</if>> A noise distracts you from your thoughts, originating at the top of the stairs. The door opens, and the expected figure of $Ash slides down to torture you once again. There’s no whip in her hand to hit you with. Bizarrely though, there’s a plastic funnel, and a connected transparent tube circling itself in a coil. “Get down, doggy style position.” Reasoning that she could easily force you to, you kneel down on the floor, placing your forearms parallel to your knees. Just as before, $Ash pulls your pants down. “Still looking nice and red down there. Good.” <<if $ButtPlug is 1>>$Ash squats down and places her hand on your ass. She teases you with it for a while, before it slithers it’s way to your asshole, and the buttplug renting space there. A slight laugh exits $Ash ‘s mouth, followed by the rough and unceremonious yanking of the plug out of it. The lack of any foreplay leaves your asshole in agony rivaling that of your earlier ass punishment.<<else>>$Ash squats down and places her hand on your ass. She teases you with it for a while, before it slithers it’s way to your asshole. “I couldn’t help but notice your lack of a butt plug earlier. That’s another thing that you’ll regret.”<</if>> Looking behind, you can’t see much of anything. $Ash is still there, the funnel gripped in her hand. You hear the distinct sound of a zip peeling down, presumably from $Ash ‘s fancy getup. Then, something cold works it’s way into your hole. Initially, you think it’s a finger. But the diameter seems off, and it’s not as frigid as a digit. That’s when you realize - it must be the exit end of the funnel and tube. There’s an awkward few seconds of silence, where $Ash doesn’t say anything cruel or teasing. Just as you’re about to ask what she’s doing, there’s a familiar sound echoing from near your rear. It’s a liquid being poured into a container. But not just any liquid. It’s the sound of pee exiting a vagina, landing in the plastic funnel, which inevitably works it’s way down the tube and into your… The first thing you notice in your ass is the warmth of a rapidly growing amount of piss. The trickle works its way up to a torrent inside your ass, but it manages to keep growing still, just as the sound of $Ash peeing continues. It's a disgusting feeling, knowing that someone’s else’s liquid waste is occupying your body like you’re a human toilet. When the sound of urine exiting $Ash ‘s vagina eventually stops, it takes a few more seconds for all the pee to be delivered into you. <<if $ButtPlug is 1>>The tube is pulled out of your hole and quickly replaced by your plug, which gets inserted in the same way it was removed. “That should keep all that pee trapped inside you. I imagine your body will absorb it soon enough, but not before you get used to it."<<else>>The tube is pulled out of your hole, and $Ash just as quickly heaves your underwear and pants back up. “I’d stay in that position if I were you. Having piss leaking into your knickers sounds like an uncomfortable mess to sit in. You should have worn a buttplug." <</if>> She zips herself back up and walks to within your eyesight. “Don’t look at me as though you’re angry. You don’t want to know what I was originally going to do. So what do you say now, toilet? Want some boobs? Or would you rather stay down here and revel in my piss?” [img[Images/Pill event.jpg]] <<if $S gt 7>>[[Ash C3 Beg -<-Beg for the pill]] [[Ash C3 8 -<-Refuse][$S to $S + 2]]\ <<else>>$Ash hasn’t tortured you enough to be seriously considering taking this [[Ash C3 8 -<-Refuse][$S to $S + 2]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 21>>\ <<set $CK to [0, 0, 0]>>\ //It’s not about them being temporary or permanent anyway. I was forced to wear the pantyhose, the skirt, and everything else. I didn’t want to actually wear them. I don’t want boobs either.// //But you accepted being forced to wear them. Why not just accept being forced to have boobs?// //Because then $Ash wins.// //Don’t you think she’s winning anyway? She has code to your chastity cage, and can change it anytime she wants. She has the backing of your maniacal teacher. She had the charm to make you wear panties in the first place. If she wants something, she’s going to get it.// Once more, $Ash visits the smelly captive in her basement. “I’m starting to get impatient. You’re coming with me.” She unlocks the bulky padlock and it’s a welcome feeling to be able to shrug off the chains and be free of them. Following $Ash up the stairs, she doesn’t elaborate on her intentions. In her bedroom, you see a box of black bondage equipment. The whip that tortured you earlier is accompanied by several other items of BDSM gear inside the kinky crate. “Get on the floor.” Doing as she asks is second nature at this point, but at least the ground in here is carpeted. When you’re on your hands and knees, $Ash exposes your ass and genitals by pulling your clothes down again. You can see her delve into the box of pleasure and punishment, and she returns with a strange wooden device. It looks almost like a clothes hanger, with the two ends being at equal level, but they meet at a raised point in the middle. There are silver screws at the ends, which could be quickly spun in order to open the device. “You know what this is?” You shake your head. “This is a humbler. It's a simple name, but quite apt, because it ensures you stay submissive.” She spins at the screws while moving behind you. A hand aggressively grips your exposed balls, and proceeds to stretch them away from your body. You then feel as the two separated pieces of wood are placed against your scrotum, with your balls acting as a crude divider. $Ash reseals the screws to secure the device. The wings of the tool are pressed against the back of your thighs. [img[Images/P - Humbler.jpg]] When $Ash stands in front of you, she looks pleased with herself, but you can’t understand why. It doesn’t exactly hurt. There is some minor discomfort in your crotch, but it’s nothing compared to the spanking you received earlier. “Can’t quite understand it, huh? Go ahead, try standing up.” From your doggy style position, you place your hands on the bed and prepare to stand up, but the only thing you manage to do is force the device to pull at your balls and fill the room with your screams of pain. You collapse back to the floor. “You see, if you try and straighten your legs, this cute thing will tear at your balls like a snake bite. You’ve got no choice but to be on your knees, where you belong. Oh, and would you look at the time? It is getting late. I think it’s time for bed.” Just like a dog, you stare open mouthed as you see $Ash strip out of her dominatrix uniform, unveiling her hot lingerie underneath. You can’t enjoy the view as she turns the lights off, leaving you both in darkness. [[Ash C3 10 -<-Continue][$S to $S + 2]]

“Fine, if that’s the way you want it; enjoy your piss enema.” $Ash leaves you again. You would almost be impressed with her ability to come up with unique torture methods, were it not for the fact that you’re the victim. <<if $ButtPlug is 1>>Thanks to your plug, you can move freely. It’s a bizarre situation to feel the pee slosh around inside you with every movement, but the warmth is at least something interesting in the tiresome basement.<<else>><<set $S to $S + 1>>You had hoped on staying in the same position, but resting on your arms and knees quickly gets tiring. Against your better judgment, you move to a seated position, but the leaking of the enema into your pants quickly makes you regret it.<</if>> [[Ash C3 9 -<-...]]

<<set $SleepProcess to 1>>\ <<set $Day to $Day + 1, $Day3 to $Day3 + 1>>\ <<if $Day3 is 8>><<set $Day3 to 1>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 2>><<set $M to 0>>\ The night is mostly sleepless for you. Anytime you try to lay down on the floor, you scramble back to your four limbs after the humbler does it’s job. Dozing off is an incredibly hard thing to do in this position, so you watch as light disappears from behind the closed curtains, only to slowly return. From your position, you can’t even see $Ash sleeping, which would otherwise be an inspiring sight, [[Ash C3 11 -<-...]]

<<set $H to 9>>\ //And what about afterward? People could easily notice a guy with boobs.// //But it’s the 21st century. Times are changing. Women don’t have to wear skirts all the time and guys are starting to wear makeup.// //Don’t you think it’s a bit of a jump to go from makeup to boobs?// //But that just means you have the chance to be a trailblazer.// “Morning sissy. Has a night of thinking made you change your mind yet?” [img[Images/Pill event.jpg]] <<if $S gt 7>>[[Ash C3 Beg -<-Beg for the pill]] [[Ash C3 12 -<-Refuse][$S to $S + 2]]\ <<else>>$Ash hasn’t tortured you enough to be seriously considering taking this [[Ash C3 12 -<-Refuse][$S to $S + 2]]<</if>>

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<<set $PiercingEar to 1>>\ “Still clinging onto hope, huh? You’re only making it worse for yourself.” She drags herself out of her bed, before putting on her dominatrix outfit once again, the look still as amazing to you in your sleep deprived state as it was yesterday. After that, she delves into the box of equipment, which you couldn’t help but think about all night. $Ash returns with a small leatherbound case. There’s a hinge on one side, with a zip going round the other three. “You know, ever since I met you, I’ve been preparing for having a bitch to train. All these punishments you’ve taken have been something you could forget about given enough time or alcohol. Now you don’t have that luxury.” She opens the small case in front of you, letting the nerves fill up as you see it’s contents. Inside, there are a bunch of needles of varying sizes, accompanied by a dozen or so studs and plain pieces of jewelry. “Left or right? I’m just fucking with you, of course you’re getting both done.” On your aching hands and knees, and with the near impossibility of standing up, you’re powerless to stop $Ash taking one of the needles and sticking it into your ear. Surprisingly, it’s mostly painless, at least compared to the state of the rest of your body. $Ash ‘s gentle hands work the way to the other side of your face, where the same treatment awaits your second ear. The process of having holes drilled into your flesh goes much quicker than anything you may have dreamt it to be like. [img[Images/Ear piercing.jpg]] “One the one hand, having some big dangly hoops coming from your ears would advertise to everyone what you want, but some modest jewels can also be very attractive. You can fuck off if you think I’m going to give you any though.” [[Ash C3 13 -<-Continue]]

“For right now though, I’m sure you’d like to be free of your humbler, right?” You meekly nod. “Well fortunately, I have an even more humiliating alternative.” She wanders with extra pride in her step to a closet, opening it to reveal a mess of mesh and metal inside. She pulls out the dog cage onto the floor. Dishearteningly, you realize that a human could fit inside - but only if they were either curled up or on their knees. $Ash opens the small door and kicks you from the rear to prod you inside. When you are thoroughly stuck in the contraption, she removes the humbler - a relieving feeling that’s short lived once $Ash slams the door short, securing it with a padlock. In the sturdy cage, there’s little room from your head to your toes. Turning around is almost impossible, as is stretching your legs. [[Ash C3 14 -<-...][$H to 15]]

For the next half a dozen hours, you’re left in your cage as $Ash makes the most of her freedom. She plays video games on her TV, using your cage as a footrest, leaving her heeled feet dangling above you. She watches bad rom coms, forsaking you to hear girly dialogue for hours on end. Though she may not be showing it, you think $Ash may be getting very annoyed at your resilience to her coercion. When the clock hits 3 PM, she seems to snap. Through a narrow gap in the cage, she offers you the pink pill. “This is your final chance sissy. If you don’t take it, not only will you be getting the boobs anyway, you’re going to have something else permanent to accompany them." [img[Images/Pill event.jpg]] <<if $S gt 7>>[[Ash C3 Beg -<-Beg for the pill]] [[Ash C3 15 -<-Refuse][$S to $S + 2]]\ <<else>>$Ash hasn’t tortured you enough to be seriously considering taking this [[Ash C3 15 -<-Refuse][$S to $S + 2]]<</if>>

<<set $AshR to $AshR - 1>><<set $H to $H + 1>>\ <<set $TattooAss to 1, $TattooAssAsh to 1>>\ $Ash kicks at the cage in frustration. “You dumb cunt, you have no idea what you’ve just done.” The dainty padlock to the cage gets unlocked and dropped to the floor, giving her access to throw you on the bed like an oversized teddy bear. She traps your limbs with straps connected under the mattress, leaving you helpless, no matter how much you pull against the hand and ankle cuffs. Footsteps echo away and soon return as $Ash jumps onto the bed and mounts your back, where she pulls down your pants. “I said I was preparing myself, and I wasn’t lying. You may be dumb enough to not know what a humbler is, but I’m sure even you’re not an airhead enough to not know what this is.” You look to the side to $Ash ‘s hand, gripping a tool that you can’t quite identify at first. It looks almost steampunk, but the cogs in your mind finally click as you realize it’s a tattoo pen. “There’s no point begging now. You’re going to be marked as my property forever. And what better place to put such a symbol than the same place guy after guy will be fucking you in : your ass!” You feel as she takes the pen and places a hand on an ass cheek for stability. The device is silent, but you can feel the cold point of it begin to go to work on your other cheek. It’s impossible to know what $Ash is drawing, but knowing her, it’s not a coil of barbed wire or snake. “Aaaaand…done!” She proudly yells a while later. There’s the sound of a camera clicking and $Ash lays on top of you so that she can display her work. “What do you think?” The picture reveals a humiliating sight that would top Miss $Gray ‘s dominance anyday. Inside a red heart with small butterflies floating around it are black, blocky characters. “Property of Mistress $Ash .” “Shocking, huh? In fact, you could gaze open mouthed at it!” She drops her phone and pinches your nose with one hand. With your own tied up you can’t stop her, and trying to wiggle her off like a crocodile is just as futile. When you open your mouth to breathe, $Ash ‘s other hand covers it, throwing the pill inside in the process. She only removes it when she’s sure you have no choice but to swallow the tiny tablet of titty creation. “I had thought I could get you to take it voluntarily, but you made a liar out of me this weekend, and this tattoo doesn’t nearly make up for that.” She frees your arms and legs from their binds, which have left their imprints behind after how much you struggled. You get to your feet, allowing $Ash to finish her maniacal weekend. “One pill sadly won’t be enough for them to take effect, which is why you’ll be taking these.” She tosses you a cylindrical container, which makes a rattly sound as you catch it. “One a day, unless you want a trip to the hospital. And you better be taking them, because a tattoo is mundane compared to what I have planned if you don't. Now fuck off, you’ve wasted enough of my time.” She lets you show yourself out and you take a slow walk home, enjoying the fresh air, which does it’s best to distract you from the tattoo cemented in your butt and the boobs you’ll start to grow. [[Room 0<-Continue]]

<<set $S to $S + 2>><<if $S gt 10>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $L to $L + 1>><<if $L gt 10>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ \ You walk out of Farrix, your chastity key still around the ankle of $Ash , or maybe more accurately, in the mad world of her mind. [[Room 0<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] <<if $S gt 9>>You feel too stressed to not go straight home<</if>>\ <<if $S lt 10 and $A gt 0>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>>

<<set $A to 4>>\ <<set $H to 9>>\ <<set $Priority to 0>>\ <<if $CL[1] isnot 101>><<set $H to 9>>You awake to hear a knock at the door, initially confused as to who it could be, before remembering your plans with $Alex . You throw some clothes on top of your lingerie before rushing to meet her. “Hi.” $Alex has a wide smile across her attractive face. While you’re certainly not a benchmark for masculinity, she’s dressed in quite a tomboy-ish manner. The first part of her ensemble that catches your eye is a baseball cap, featuring the logo of the city’s team, whose name you never cared to inquire about. She’s wearing a matching red and white baseball shirt over a plain white blouse for a casual, if obvious look. “Hey.”\ <<elseif $A3 is 0 and $CL[1] is 101>>You awake to hear a knock at the door, initially confused as to who it could be, before remembering your plans with $Alex . You put on some clothes that first meet your eye before rushing to meet her. “Hi.” $Alex has a wide smile across her attractive face. While you’re certainly not a benchmark for masculinity, she’s dressed in quite a tomboy-ish manner. The first part of her ensemble that catches your eye is a baseball cap, featuring the logo of the city’s team, whose name you never cared to inquire about. She’s wearing a matching red and white baseball shirt over a plain white blouse for a casual, if obvious look. “Hey.”<</if>> “Hey yourself. I don’t know if you’re a fan or not, but I figured you might want to come to the ball game with me. Shall we?” There’s a possibility that you could make a fool of yourself thanks to your non-existent knowledge of baseball, but it’s worth it to spend some time with $Alex . As the two of you begin strolling with her leading the way, her hand wraps around yours. Neither of you comment on it, but the hand holding is a pleasant surprise. “So you’re a big fan of sports?” “Hockey, basketball, football - I love it all, but baseball has a special place in my heart. I love the charm of the arena basking in the sun, and it’s awesome to collect the shirt and hats. How about you?” “I never actually got that into it.” “Well, that will all change today. The bulls are gonna kick those fairies’ asses.” [img[Images/Baseball 1.jpg]] It’s about a half an hour walk to the huge stadium, and the fans are flooding inside like a swarm of locusts. The barricades and warning signs aren’t fulfilling their purpose in keeping order, but $Alex seems confident, so you do too. “Here, you’ll need this.” Your date hands you a paper ticket. “Entrance for one.” She leads the way as the pair of you hand a worker your tickets. “Nothing to worry about, see?” <<if $CC2 is 2 or $CC2 is 3>>You wish you could believe her, but the next obstacle fills your heart with dread. Manned by several security guards, is a metal detector gate. Belts and buckles don’t worry you, but the chastity cage locked on your penis does. Turning back now is an impossibility thanks to the torrent of people. There’s no choice but to walk forward into embarrassment. $Alex passes by the gate without a glitch, but the alarm starts blaring as you walk through. “Damn thing goes off like a baby at the smallest thing. We’ll just use the manual.” One of the uniformed guards slothfully grabs the handheld device and approaches you. He starts at your feet and works his way up, past your ankles, knees and thighs, but it begins it’s own siren at your crotch. “Hmm, not the belt.” “Is this going to take long?” an impatient $Alex asks. The guard,who doesn’t answer her question, runs the metal detector again over your crotch to make sure it wasn’t an anomaly. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to strip, come with me.” “Is this really necessary?” $Alex is doing a much better job of sticking up for you than you are. “You can accompany us if you want.” She sighs, but follows you anyway. The guard welcomes you into a private room. It’s cold and barren of any personality, much like the guard. “Now, if you don’t mind.” $Alex is leaning against the wall, likely certain that this is unnecessary. There’s no way in your frightened state of mind that you could talk the guard out of this, but if $Alex stays in here then she’ll see what you’re wearing. [[Alex 4 Guard w Alex<-Strip]] [[Alex 4 Guard<-Ask her to leave]]\ <<else>>You and $Alex wander through the brick corridors to come out into the inside of the arena. There are thousands of seats being quickly filled with fans. Your date guides you to what she promises are a great pair of seats. The chairs overlook the idyllic green grass framing the field, which doesn’t yet have any players on it. A voice over a tannoy is giving indecipherable announcements while electronics billboards advertise various sodas, beers and cars. [[Alex 4 Watch<-Wait for the game to begin][$H to $H + 3]]<</if>>

<<set $A4 to 1>>\ Against the alarm bells ringing out inside your mind, you decide to strip in front of both $Alex and the guard. <<if $CL[2] is 101>>Unzipping your pants reveals your unblocked underwear.<<else>>Your unzipped pants expose your hosiery.<</if>> <<if $CL[1] is 101>>Fortunately, you picked the right day to wear men’s underwear.<<elseif $CL[2] isnot 101>>Beneath them, are your humiliating panties.<<elseif $CL[2] is 101>>Your panties are left exposed for all to see.<</if>> <<if $CL[1] is 101 and $CL[2] is 101>>Despite this being the closest thing that $Alex has seen to you being naked, she doesn’t react to the sight. No doubt she’s not surprised by your underwear, as can be said for the guard. When the man runs the device over your crotch again, it rings out a similar bleep. “Hmm. I’m afraid I’m going to have to check underneath your underwear. I hope you understand.” With a heavy gulp, you pull them down.\ <<else>>”Oh, ah, uhmm.” The man starts blushing somehow more than you are at the unexpected sight in front of him. Your date is likewise intrigued by the sight. Her gaze is locked towards the lower half of your body like she's examining a model. “Let me try the thing again.” He grasps initially at air, before managing to grab the metal detector. After it brushes over your crotch, a familiar sound rings out. “Sorry, but I’m going to need you to pull them down.” With a heavy gulp, you pull your underwear aside.<</if>> “What the…” The man’s mouth is agape in confusion, as are his eyelids. The kinky device locked on your penis is no doubt alien to him. “Huh…that’s…interesting, but maybe leave the sex toys at home next time.” The vision of your chastity cage is the first thing to completely wipe away $Alex ‘s expression of frustration. “You can pull your pants back up, we’re done here.” You shamefully turn down your head as you exit the room, $Alex behind you. [[Alex 4 Guard Alex 2<-Continue][$S to $S + 3, $H to $H + 1]]

<<set $A4 to 3>>\ <<set $AlexR to $AlexR - 1>>“Actually $Ash , do you think you could wait outside?” She’s just as confused over you asking her to leave as she is over you being dragged here. “Are you being…okay, sure.” She exits the room, closing the door behind her, but even with her absence, it’s not like you won’t be embarrassed by the apathetic guard finally having a reason to collect his paycheck. “Just take your pants off and we’ll sort this out. Like I said, the equipment can be a little faulty at times.” He averts his eyes, even though you both know he’s going to have to pat you down. <<if $CL[2] is 101>>Unzipping your pants reveals your unblocked underwear.<<else>>Your unzipped pants expose your hosiery.<</if>> <<if $CL[1] is 101>>Fortunately, you picked the right day to wear men’s underwear.<<elseif $CL[2] isnot 101>>Beneath them, are your humiliating panties.<<elseif $CL[2] is 101>>Your panties are left exposed for all to see.<</if>> <<if $CL[1] is 101 and $CL[2] is 101>>The guard looks back to see you half stripped, waiting for his inspection. He runs the security device over your groin again, and it’s familiar sound rings out. “Hmm. I’m afraid I’m going to have to check underneath your underwear. I hope you understand.” With a heavy gulp, you pull them down.\ <<else>>”Oh, ah, uhmm.” The man starts blushing somehow more than you are at the unexpected sight in front of him. “Let me try the thing again.” He grasps initially at air, before managing to grab the metal detector. After it brushes over your crotch, a familiar sound rings out. “Sorry, but I’m going to need you to pull them down.” With a heavy gulp, you pull your underwear aside.<</if>> “What the…” The man’s mouth is agape in confusion, as are his eyelids. The kinky device locked on your penis is no doubt alien to him. “Huh…that’s…interesting, but maybe leave the sex toys at home next time.” “Anytime today” a frustrated $Alex yells from behind the door. “You can pull your pants back up, we’re done here.” The man turns around and starts filling out a document attached to a clipboard, no doubt confused about how he has to explain this. [[Alex 4 Guard 2<-Continue][$S to $S + 3, $H to $H + 1]]

<<set $A4 to 2>>\ [img[Images/Baseball 2.jpg]] In between the tense moments of batters striking balls, you and $Alex kill time by talking. “Man, I wish I could talk to one of them. Just 5 minutes of picking their ears and I could get a hundred tips for the rest of the Morton baseball team.” “Wait, you’re on the baseball team?” “From the day I started. It’s one of the few perks of being there.” “I imagine you must be pretty good; you seem to be really into it.” “”Pretty good?” I’m the whole goddamn team.” She lets out a small giggle. “The guys seem to hate me though. Evidently they can’t handle being bossed around by a woman. But I’m just trying to help them get better, you know? How about you? Take part in any of Farrix’s “prestigious” sports?” “I couldn’t even if I wanted to. On the first day I was told I couldn’t compete in either the clubs or mandatory sports sessions.” $Alex pauses for thought. “That’s strange.” “Why? Because you’re allowed to?” “Well yes, but also because you’re there to learn right? And if they’re not letting you do that, then why are you there at all? It kind of takes away from the point of it being an academy. Surely it would just be much easier for them to move you to Morton than to make sure you are constantly on the sidelines.” Even if $Alex doesn’t know about Miss $Gray , she still has a point. Surely you staying at Farrix is by choice of someone higher up than your teacher. [[Alex 4 Watch 2<-Continue][$H to $H + 3]]

Outside the room, $Alex is pacing the nearby hallways. “Finally” she exclaims, not caring about showing her displeasure. “Come on, we’ve already missed more than I’d want to.” $Alex dashes through the brick lined corridors with you doing your best to keep up. In the main area of the arena, there’s a ruckus in the crowd as they cheer for their favorite team, and an even louder chorus of boos when the opposition catches the ball. $Alex isn’t even checking if you’re behind her as she proceeds up a bunch of steps to find seats which satisfy her strict criteria. “What? How are they this far down already?” $Alex yells. Before you can even sit down, she’s got her feet up on the empty seats in front of you. “Stupid bulls.” “I thought you liked them.” “I would, if they started winning!” She yells, managing to pierce through the noise in the crowd. [[Alex 4 Guard 3<-Continue][$H to $H + 2]]

<<if $CL[1] is 101 and $CL[2] is 101>>“Hey, are you alright?” $Alex questions. Surprisingly, she doesn’t sound disgusted at you. “After what you saw, I didn’t think you would want to talk to me.” “Why, because you have a kink? $name , I don’t care what you’re into, I care about you. And if you’re into a piece of metal on your genitals, then that’s cool. Hell, as far as kinks go, it’s pretty harmless. I just wish you could have left it at home when we go to a baseball game.” The rose from your cheeks begins to fade away. “You really don’t mind?” $Alex begins to laugh “no, it’s fine. I’ll tell you what, I’m not really in the mood for this anymore. Let’s go somewhere else.”\ <<else>>”Hey, are you alright?” $Alex questions. Surprisingly, she doesn’t sound disgusted at you. After what you saw, I didn’t think you would want to talk to me.” “Why, because you have a kink? $name , I don’t care what you’re into, I care about you. And if you’re into a piece of metal being on your genitals, then that’s cool. Hell, as far as kinks go, it’s pretty harmless. I just wish you could have left it at home when we go to a baseball game.” “But what about…” “Your clothes? In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not the type of girl to wear flowers and dresses. And if you won’t judge me for that, then I’m not going to judge you for wearing something that makes you feel good. I’ll tell you what, I’m not really in the mood for this anymore. Let’s go somewhere else.”<</if>> [[Alex 4 Res<-Continue]]

After leaving the arena forever associated with embarrassment, $Alex leads you to a nearby diner. The establishment is in the appreciable middle ground between a fast food joint and a high end restaurant. After ordering for you, $Alex leads you to a lonely table, a pair of drinks in her hands. [img[Images/Alex Date 4.jpg]] “Nice place right? I normally come here after watching a game. It’s a lot louder then, but we’ve caught it during a quiet hour.” There’s next to nobody in the venue, so the two of you can comfortably talk about almost anything. “So I know I said that I love that you have kinks, but I have to ask, how did you get into chastity? Was it just something that you heard about and immediately loved? Or did you stumble upon it somehow?” [[Alex 4 Res Lie<-Lie]] [[Alex 4 Res Honest<-Admit]]

“I just…saw pictures of it online, and decided to try it out.” “So, do you keep the key on you all the time? Or do you leave it at home?” Preparing for the possibility that she might ask to see the key, you lie, and make believe you leave it at home. “You must be pretty into it then. I can’t imagine what it would be like, having something trapping your cock like that.” The thought of $Ash and her chastity belt crosses your mind. Though you know she’s only wearing it to satiate Miss $Gray , it still does the same thing as your cage. “Well, there are belt designs that you could try out that work with your parts.” $Alex starts laughing. “Oh I know that, it’s just that I’m not into it - doing it to myself or others. But if you’re into it, then that’s cool." <<if $CL[1] is 101 and $CL[2] is 101>>[[Alex 4 Res 3<-Continue][$H to $H + 2]]\ <<else>>[[Alex 4 Res Honest 2<-Continue]]<</if>>

“Well, I actually had…someone introduce me to it.” “Really? Did they suggest it to you? Or did they just put it on you in your sleep?” $Alex starts to laugh, even though that idea isn’t even as cruel as the truth. “Something like that. Let’s just say I didn’t have much choice.” “That kind of relationship, huh? Are you still with them?” “Well, it’s not exactly a normal relationship, but yeah, we still see each other.” “So it’s a friends with benefits type thing. Do you have many relationships like that?” //Well actually…// “Not really. How about you?” “Oh, not at all. Not that I’m against it, or a polyamoros type relationship, but I just prefer being loyal to one person. And if I’m going to be sexual with someone, I want to make sure they love me.” <<if $CL[1] is 101 and $CL[2] is 101>>[[Alex 4 Res 3<-Continue][$H to $H + 2]]\ <<else>>[[Alex 4 Res Honest 2<-Continue]]<</if>>

After eating a little and drinking a lot, you get ready to leave, with $Alex taking care of the bill. “You know, maybe it was better that we missed the game. It’s normally me sitting by myself, feeling lonely, but with you, I at least have someone to talk to.” She accompanies you the rest of the way home, until she gives you a kiss on the cheek and says farewell. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3]]

“Well if you’re being honest, then I have to say, I’m also curious how you got started with that underwear of yours.” <<if $CL[2] isnot 101 and $CL[1] isnot 101>>The hosiery wrapping your legs and the panties underneath come back to the forefront of your mind.\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101>>You recall $Alex seeing your panties, which held in place your caged penis.\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 101>>You recall $Alex seeing your hosiery.<</if>> “It’s kind of similar actually. A friend suggested it, and soon enough I was wearing it more often than anything else.” “So you must be thankful that they introduced you to it, right? I mean, if you wear it everyday, then you must enjoy it.” “I suppose.” You opt for a brief answer, else you might end up revealing more about $Ash and Miss $Gray than you had intended. “So it really doesn’t bother you?” “Not at all. Clothes are clothes. Just find the ones you like to wear but don’t tell me what I should put on.” [[Alex 4 Res 3<-Continue][$H to $H + 2]]

[img[Images/Baseball 2.jpg]] For the rest of the ball game, the only discussion between you and $Alex is her cursing the athletes, and you suggesting she calms down, but all your remarks fall on deaf ears. The game ends, $Alex ‘s team embarrassed by a definitive loss. “Damn it. Well, I guess you won’t be a Bulls fan.” “I suppose not.” //Not that I would be even if they had won// $Alex walks you home, where there’s a similar lack of warm conversation. “So…I’ll see you around.” $Alex leaves once your house is in sight, her comment sounding more like a question than a statement. Your chastity cage, and your inability to let $Alex see it, may have just compromised your relationship. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3]]

The conversation grows more personal with each homerun, but it’s inevitable that the game has to end. Disappointingly, $Alex ‘s favorite team takes the L, but you’re both so into the conversation that she doesn’t seem to mind. After exiting the arena along with the rest of the baseball fans, $Alex accompanies you for the journey home, until she gives you a kiss on the cheek and says farewell. [[Room 0<-Continue]]

<<set $CC2 to 3>>\ <<if $W10H1 is 1>><<set $W10H1 to 2, $HAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 1>><<set $W10A1 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 4>><<set $W10A2 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ You take your familiar journey to Farrix, only no longer having to worry about giving your chastity cage key to Miss $Gray . [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] You enter room 68 while it is still mostly empty, with only your domineering teacher present, who is leaning against the front of her desk, waiting for you. [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] “Strip.” As requested, you shed your clothes for Miss $Gray to assess you. \ <<if $CL[2] lt 2>>”It's nice to see that you’re wearing tights. They are flattering, if a bit dull.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 4>>“Those are some unique tights. They’re almost distracting, but I’ll allow them.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 3>>”Beautiful tights. They really are appropriate for a sissy like you to be wearing.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 21>>”A staple in any wardrobe. Your hosiery looks beautiful, $name . It’s just a pity that no one else can admire your legs in them.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 22>>”Nude pantyhose? A peculiar choice, but you are meeting your uniform requirements.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 23 or $CL[2] is 24 or $CL[2] is 27>>”Fishnets? Not terribly appropriate, $name . However, I suppose I never specified that this was against the rules of Farrix. I’ll allow this for now, but I may change my mind one day.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 28>>”A playful choice for your hosiery. Not entirely appropriate for Farrix, but I’ll allow it, for now.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 25>>”Certainly an interesting choice for your hosiery. Normally such a pick would catch an eye, but with these obstructive pants, they won’t be spotted. Quite a shame, no?”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 26>>”These pretty pantyhose of yours are certainly an eye catcher, but not in the best way. You’d look so much cuter with a less tacky pair.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 41 or $CL[2] is 42>>”Black stockings: a staple in any wardrobe, especially for a woman in a professional setting like this. I don’t think I could imagine anything more appropriate.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 43>>”An interesting dichotomy, isn’t it? Stockings are meant to be slutty, but the nude tone suggests an element of class.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 44>>”Pink stockings, the height of both slutiness and femininity. How appropriate.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 45>>”There’s no hosiery that a whore should be without like a pair of fishnet stockings. Imagine what your classmates would think if they could see beneath your pants.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Socks? Socks! Come on $name . Hosiery is like a luxurious second skin. Dull socks like these are neither comfortable nor pretty."<</if>> Miss $Gray takes a closer look at your underwear.\ <<if $CL[1] isnot 101>>”Nice panties. Such beautiful underwear is worn by every student here at Farrix. Wouldn’t it feel wrong to stand out by wearing men’s underwear?”\ <<elseif $CL[1] gt 40 and $CL[1] lt 60>>”Garter panties? A beautiful mix of sexyness and practicality. I’m more than impressed in your choice of underwear today.”\ <<elseif $CL[1] gt 30 and $CL[1] lt 40>>”A thong? Good for hiding panty lines, and for feeling sexy all day long. Which one do you care about more?”\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”It’s ridiculous seeing a man in panties, just as it is seeing a sissy like you in boxers. This is ridiculous, $name , and I thought you had matured past this point a long time ago.”<</if>> <<if $GarterA is 1 or $GarterB is 1>>”A beautiful garter belt. Useful for so many things, like being sexier, or holding up a pair of sultry stockings. Of course, you’ll have to worry about your garter straps leaving an impression against your pants, though that’s a small trade off for feeling so sexy." She continues her inspection, turning her attention southwards.\ <<elseif $GarterC is 1>>”Simply adorable garters. It should be a crime that no one can see them on your legs.” She continues her inspection, turning her attention southwards.\ <<else>>She continues her inspection, turning her attention southwards.<</if>> <<if $ShaveLegs gt 6>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>Miss $Gray looks at your legs. "Really? How could you let your legs grow this disgusting? Be sure to shave them and they'll look and feel much better."\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs lt 3>>Miss $Gray lightly strokes your leg. "Don't you just love the feeling of freshly shaven legs? So smooth, so feminine. Keep it up."\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs lt 7>>Miss $Gray admires your legs. "Smooth. Be sure to keep it up."<</if>> <<if $Pills gt 5 and $PillsGray1 is 0>><<set $PillsGray1 to 1, $GrayR to $GrayR + 1>>”What are these?” Miss $Gray leans into your chest, noticing the two boobs hanging there. “$Ash had told me she planned on giving you breasts, but I was doubtful she would get you to willingly accept them. Maybe she’s a better Mistress than I gave her credit for. Regardless, I’m impressed that you’re accepting of your new role. Of course, it’s now all the more important that you wear a bra.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 12 and $PillsGray2 is 0>><<set $PillsGray2 to 1, $GrayR to $GrayR + 1>>”Your boobs have…grown.” Your teacher is visibly startled, and she clears her throat to try and regain composure. “Well, $Ash continues to surprise, doesn’t she? Those breasts are very fitting, and are sure to be noticed. good job.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 19 and $PillsGray3 is 0>><<set $PillsGray3 to 1>>”Looks like someone has been taking their medication.” Miss $Gray takes a closer look at your chest. “As much as I’m happy that you’re so accepting of your new role in life, there’s also something to be said for taking things slowly. After all that time I spent training you, did I ever rush? These breasts are nice, but I’m beginning to grow concerned that you are doing this without thinking about it.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 19 and $Bra is 1>>Miss $Gray inspects your chest. “Those generous breasts of yours look amazing in that lingerie. Great selection.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 19 and $SportsBra is 1>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>Miss $Gray inspects your chest. “A sports bra would be fine if you were still growing your boobs. But those are anything but small, so you should be wearing something sexier.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 12 and $SportsBra is 1>>Miss $Gray inspects your chest. “Those blossoming breasts of yours are beautiful, but when contained in that dull sports bra, it almost ruins the look.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 12 and $Bra is 1>>Miss $Gray inspects your chest. “Your breasts are beautiful, and you’re clearly developing a fine taste for lingerie."\ <<elseif $Pills gt 5 and $SportsBra is 1>>Miss $Gray inspects your chest. “Your cute breasts fill up that sports bra nicely, but it’s also quite plain, isn’t it? Something sexier would be much nicer.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 5 and $Bra is 1>>Miss $Gray inspects your chest. “Those cute breasts look even cuter in that bra of yours.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 5 and $Bra is 0 and $SportsBra is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Now that you have breasts like every other student at Farrix, it would be incredibly unprofessional to not wear a bra. After all, if you saw a girl’s nipples poking through her blouse, you’d be staring all day, wouldn’t you?”\ <<elseif $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 1>>She cups her hand gently against your chest, confirming the sports bra underneath your shirt. "Do you like someone feeling your breasts?" She laughs at the uncomfortable expression that your face turns into.\ <<elseif $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>She presses her hand against your chest. When she senses that there is no bra beneath your shirt, she looks disappointed.\ <<else>>She lets out a small, almost unhearable grunt of dissatisfaction after looking towards your chest.<</if>> <<if $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] is 3>>"Such cute shoes, $name . Make sure to keep wearing them."\ <<elseif $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] isnot 3>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>"I'm sure you would much prefer to be wearing a pair of cute flats, so where are they?"\ <<elseif $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 1>>Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. "Nice to see you can remember this" she taunts, pressing down on your rear. "I'm sure it will be harder for you to daydream in class when you have this penetrating you."\ <<elseif $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1 and $TimesSpanked to $TimesSpanked + 1>>Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. The silent room is quickly filled with a shriek from you as her hand slaps your butt cheeks. "I thought I made it clear that you will wear a butt plug from now on." Several more times you cry out as her hand hits you.<</if>> <<if $LightPinkFingers gt 7 or $RedFingers gt 7>>”What beautiful nails you have, $name . Their length, their color, it’s so appropriate. I’m assuming this is $Ash ‘s doing. She’s proving to be quite the trainer.” She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 0>>”So you like those nails? It’s nice to see you’ve accepted having such a flattering shade on your hands.” She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<else>>She then lets you dress yourself again.<</if>> <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>"It is extremely disappointing that you can't follow the most basic of instructions $name . Come here at lunch for your punishment. At least you will have $Ash to keep you company."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -2>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR gt -3>>"Your behavior has been exemplary as of late, keep it up."<</if>> [[10-1b<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ The students begin to file in around you. <<if $JenLevel is 0 or $JenLevel is 1>>Your classmates have largely gotten used to you by now, though they all no doubt still see you as being somewhere you do not belong.\ <<elseif $JenLevel is 2>>There’s some unintelligible whispers from some of the class as they enter, among some giggles and cruel words that you’re more than used to being called. “Sissy” particularly stands out to you as this being $Jen ‘s doing. Thankfully, it’s only a few of them, and the mockery, coming from a select few stops after a moment.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 2>>There’s conversations as usual that are had by the entering classmates, but from what you pick up, the topic is awfully different than the usual discourse. There’s a lot of laughter and staring at you from what seems like half the class, and the words they throw around, which vary from whispers to average conversational volume, seem either feminine or demeaning. You pick out several instances of “sissy” “loser” and “pathetic”.<</if>> <<if $AshMad is 1>>You look to the side to check if $Ash is there, and almost disappointingly, she is. Around her ankle, is the familiar piece of jewelry, which has a key hanging from it.\ <<else>>$Ash takes her usual seat next to you. Around her ankle, is the familiar piece of jewelry, which has a key hanging from it.<</if>> [img[Images/Ash key anklet.jpg]] The lesson soon begins. <<if $GrayR lt 0>>Miss $Gray seems to be harsher to you today. She demands you answer more questions than she does the other students, and is crueler to you when you get them wrong, and barely affirms your answer when you get them right.<<elseif $GrayR gt - 1>>Despite the pre-class inspection, Miss $Gray barely seems to care about you during the lesson, which you certainly wouldn't complain about.<</if>> <<if $L gt 8>>During the lesson, though, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes lustfully wander to the other students in the class. Miss $Gray seems to have noticed, as a subtle scowls goes your way.<<elseif $L lt 9>>Despite the ample distractions around you in the form of attractive women, you manage to listen diligently.<</if>><<if $ButtPlugA is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>> The butt plug filling your rear isn’t helping the situation, however, and leaves you even more turned on.<</if>><<if $CK[2] is 3>> While it'd be preferable if your classmates didn't notice your feminine choice in footwear, whether or not they do has no bearing on your decision to play with them. [img[Images/Flats PlayG.gif]]<</if>> <<if $Day3 is 1>>[[Jen Monday 7<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 4 and $TeacherPunish is 0>>[[Miss Green Test 1<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 3 and visited("Mr Hawt Jen 5") is 0 and $JenLevel gt 4>>[[Mr Hawt Jen 5<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[10-1c Lunch<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 13>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 1>>[[10-1e<-Continue][$H to 16]]<<elseif $GrayLunchFail lt 2>>[[10-1f<-Continue][$H to 16]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 16>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<include [[Chapter 3 Detention]]>> [[10-1f<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] You walk out of Farrix, your chastity key still around the ankle of $Ash , or maybe more accurately, in the mad world of her mind. [[Room 0<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] <<if $S gt 9>>You feel too stressed to not go straight home<</if>>\ <<if $S lt 10 and $A gt 0>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>> <<if $TeacherPunish is 1>>[[Miss Green Test 2<-Meet with Miss Green]]<</if>><<if $H lt 17 and visited("Heels Ballet is 0")>>[[Heels Ballet<-Learn to walk in heels at the ballet club]]<</if>>

<<set $Fem to 38>>\ <<set $H to 9>>\ <<set $W10A3 to 1>>\ <<if $AshMad is 1>>”Oh, is somebody waking up?” Despite the fog of having just woken up, you recognise the figure sitting on the side of your bed over your prone body. It’s $Ash , who has somehow managed to sneak into your house and room undetected. “Well wake up faster, I don’t have all day.” $Ash rips away the embracing cover of your duvet.\ <<else>>”Aww, look at the cute little sissy waking up.” Despite the fog of having just woken up, you recognise the figure sitting on the side of your bed over your prone body. It’s $Ash , who has somehow managed to sneak into your house and room undetected. “How were your dreams? Were they pink? Filled with visions of makeup, flowers and cock? Well, if only you could dream forever, but we have things to do.” She gently pulls away the embracing cover of your duvet.<</if>> <<if $CK[0] gt 40 and $CK[0] lt 60>>”Good to see you have some suitable sleepwear. You’ll be glad you went to sleep wearing something.”\ <<elseif $CK[0] is 40>><<set $AshR to $AshR - 1>>”What the fuck are those? You really should get some better sleepwear, because those are mismatched on someone like you.”\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 101>><<set $AshR to $AshR - 1>>”You really look better in some panties. Stupid sissy.”\ <<else>>”Cute panties”<</if>> <<if $AshMad is 1>>“Now, get up, we’ve got someone to talk to.” Stumbling out of bed, you approach your dresser, only for $Ash to get mad at you. “Did I say you could get dressed? Come on!” Inside your own home, you follow her lead as she heads downstairs.\ <<else>>”Now, how about you get up, we’ve got someone to talk to.” Stumbling out of bed, you approach your dresser, but $Ash blocks your path. “Oh, you won’t be needing any of those clothes. Now, hurry up sissy.” She beckons you to follow her as she heads downstairs.<</if>> [[Ash 4b<-Continue]]

[img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] $Ash leads you into the lounge, where, $Hannah is already up, sitting on the edge of the couch, waiting for you. “$name, you never told me you had a girlfriend.” She’s about to keep talking, but then her eyes meet yours, and the rest of your body. <<if $CK[0] is 40>>It’s not often that $Hannah sees you in pajamas, but you’re thankful that you decided to wear them last night.\ <<elseif $CK[0] gt 40 and $CK[0] lt 60>>Your dainty pajamas are undoubtedly confusing to $Hannah, and you feel your cheeks grow red in response.\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 101>>Though it’s the underwear that $Hannah no doubt expects you to wear, it’s still embarrassing that she is seeing you in your boxers.\ <<else>>Your lack of covering exposes your lingerie, causing $Hannah to look away in second hand embarrassment, and your cheeks to grow intensely red.<</if>> Your “girlfriend” leads you, hand in hand, to the other couch. “So, what was this thing you needed to tell me, $name ?” $Hannah ‘s question throws you off, but it all makes sense when $Ash grips your hand even tighter. She’s set you up, and she won’t let you leave without telling $Hannah something that you wouldn’t want to tell anyone. “Come on babe. I was so proud of you when you said you wanted to open up to your friends, and I’m sure $Hannah will be accepting.” $Ash ‘s overbearing hand squeezes even tighter. [[Ash 4 +<-”I’m a…]] [[Ash 4 -<-Refuse]]

“I’m a…” you look for $Ash for support, <<if $AshMad is 1>>even though there’s none to be found.<<else>>and you somehow manage to find some in her eyes, even if she forced you into this situation.<</if>> “Sissy.” $Hannah looks baffled, and her pupils flicker between the two people in front of her. “You're a what?” “A sissy. It means that I…I like wearing…women’s clothes.” “Really? And you're only just warning me of this now?” <<if $PaintedToes gt 0>>It’s only now that $Hannah seems to notice your painted toes.<</if>> <<if $PaintedFingers gt 0>>Your painted fingers no doubt make more sense now.<</if>> “Well, it’s not just about that.” $Ash doesn’t relent her grip over your hand. “It means that “he” is more like a “she”, and she likes being subservient. She doesn’t care about having orgasms, but she loves giving them, whether you’re a guy or a girl.” <<if $JenLevel gte 7>>$Hannah thinks in silence. “When I saw that billboard near the mall, I figured it must have been a different $name .” She sighs. $Ash grunts. Evidently she wanted to be the one to break this to $Hannah .\ <<else>>$Hannah is once more left with more questions than answers. “$name , you’re really into all this?” The only response you can summon is a meek nod of your head.<</if>> “I’ll be honest, I don’t entirely know why you’re telling me. I’m not sure if I want any part of this. This is a lot to take in.” Your housemate gets up to leave, but she turns around at the last second. “Is this…why you stole my panties?” Now $Ash is the one looking at you confused, but she’s smart enough to put 2 and 2 together. “Yeah, it was.” “Oh. I guess I thought you were just a horny guy who wanted something to jack off to. But I suppose you wanted to wear them.” She doesn’t add anything, and neither do you. She closes the door behind her as she walks out. “Why did you make me do that?” <<if $AshMad is 0>>”Honey, I just want you to be happy. And for that, you need to accept your true nature. I’m sorry if you feel I tricked you, but one day, when you’re smarter, you’ll understand why I helped you this way.” She plants a caring kiss on your cheek. “Besides, I have something else prepared that will push you even further. By comparison, this was a cakewalk.” She leaves as well, blowing you a kiss on her way out.\ <<else>>”Oh come on! How stupid are you? First of all, it’s hilarious seeing how red your cheeks are. Secondly, I thought that you would have learned that whatever I want, happens, so you’re going to have to get used to that feeling. Besides, it’s a nice springboard for what I have planned for you next. If you thought this was rough, then you’ll probably have a heart attack at what’s coming.” She leaves as well, not even looking back over her shoulder.<</if>> It wasn’t enough to expose the most intimate part of you to $Hannah , but now $Ash has left a growing sense of dread to develop within you. [[Room 0<-Continue][$S to $S + 3, $H to $H + 1]]

“I can’t do this.” You yell, getting up to leave, but $Ash ‘s arm drags you back down like a handcuff. “Oh, it’s okay honey, it’s fine to be nervous. Let me help you. You see $Hannah , $name is a sissy.” $Hannah looks baffled, and her pupils flicker between the two people in front of her. “You're a what?” “A sissy. It means that SHE likes to wear skirts, dresses, and panties. The type of things that we do. SHE couldn’t ever please a woman with her tiny penis, so we have to keep it locked up in a cage. The only pleasure she gets is a side effect of a man plowing her ass, and leaving his seed in HER body.” <<if $JenLevel gte 7>>$Hannah thinks in silence. “When I saw that billboard near the mall, I figured it must have been a different $name .” She sighs. $Ash grunts. Evidently she wanted to be the one to break this to $Hannah .\ <<else>>$Ash ‘s graphic description crumbles any self confidence you had, and leaves $Hannah with more questions than answers, but she seems too intimidated to ask them.<</if>> “I see. Well, I’m happy that you have someone who is accepting of you, but I don’t think I want any part of this.” Your housemate leaves the room, frazzled by the encounter, and slams the door shut behind her. <<if $AshMad is 1>><<set $AshR to $AshR - 1>>”You naughty sissy!” Her hand slaps you firmly across the face, adding color to them when it really isn't necessary. “When I tell you to do something, you do it!” She gets up and starts pacing, and you’re too scared to talk to her, like a mine that you don’t dare prod. “I had planned on pushing your limits even further, but now you’ve pissed me off. You’re going to regret not accepting my word as law.”\ <<else>><<set $AshR to $AshR - 1>>$Ash lets out an exasperated sigh. “You make it so hard to love you sometimes. I’m trying to help you be the best you can be, but you never seem to appreciate it.” She relinquishes her hold over your hand and heads toward the door.<</if>> Without looking back, she slams the door behind her, just as $Hannah did. [[Room 0<-Continue][$S to $S + 3, $H to $H + 1]]

[img[Images/R - Pills 1.jpg]] <<if $Pills is 2>>You spin off the lid of the rattly canister. Feeling your chest, you’re still not showing any signs of boobs from the pill you first took with $Ash . You pour out a few pills into your palm. It’s amazing, you think to yourself, that a few capsules have the power to take someone from no boobs to a chestful, like a bag of magic beans, only real. Terrifyingly real. Whether it’s because you want them, or you’re just fearful of $Ash finding out you haven’t taken them, you decide to slip one into your mouth. As before, it’s uneventful past the dramatic swallowing. There’s no sudden expansion of breasts like a blowup doll. There’s only you, and a sudden injection of estrogen working it’s way through your body.\ <<elseif $Pills lt 5>>You open up the container of pills. Still seeing no consequence of your prior consumption, you joke that maybe the vial is filled with duds. But even with that possibility, you pick a pill out with your fingers, and pop it between your lips. There’s still no visible effect of the medication, and with $Ash demanding you take them, you’re beginning to grow concerned that she might think you’re slacking off.\ <<elseif $Pills lt 12>>Even though your breasts, if small, still qualify, you open up the canister of pills and pop one in your mouth. Rather than looking for anything at all, you’re now looking for growth, but that’s sure to come just as quick.\ <<elseif $Pills lt 20>>A year ago, you would have slapped yourself if you were about to take a pill that gave the user boobs. Even with prior you’s shame though, you open the familiar bottle and shake out a pill. Popping the pill into your mouth, you can practically feel the feminine energy flowing through you, concentrated around your chest. The slightly smaller than average breasts there are soon to be plump and voluminous.<</if>> [[Bathroom<-Continue]]

In the expansive nothingness that you can see, there’s a bright dot glacially approaching. A familiar voice introduces itself, but rather than hearing $Ash ‘s voice in the same room as you, it’s going straight into your ears through the headset. “Hello sissy.” The dot continues approaching from afar, showing itself to be bright pink. “Do you see that circle in the distance? So small that it’s almost undetectable, unless you’re expecting it. But whether you notice it or not, it is always there, always approaching. And just like the dot, your feminine urges can be ignored, but they’ll never vanish, so resisting them is pointless, like trying to drain an ocean. So accept yourself, and accept the circle.” The tiny dot grows like a budding flower, until it eventually encompasses the entire screen, allowing it’s spiral structure to reveal itself. “Fighting the spiral is useless, so let it take over you like a warm blanket.” “Submit to it.” [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] [[Ash C3 + 3<-Continue][$H to 21, $L to $L + 2]]

<<set $CK to [0, 0, 0]>>\ <<set $SleepProcess to 1>>\ <<set $H to 2>><<set $M to 0>>\ [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] The pink spirals disappear as $Ash removes the headset from your eyes. Looking around, the curtains are drawn and the lamps are turned on. “I hope you enjoyed that. Tomorrow, I’ll tell you why I wanted you here, but for now, I think it’s time we went to bed.” $Ash does your job for you, as she strips you down, first by sensually unbuttoning your shirt, and then by slipping off your shoes and sliding your pants off. A passionate kiss from her pushes you backwards until you land on the bed, $Ash on top of you. While her lips are locked with yours, she shows her talent for multi-tasking. When she pulls away, you open your eyes to see your wrists and ankles bound by ropes connected under the bed. With all your limbs suspended, you can’t free yourself. “It’s so hot in here, don’t you think?” Just like she helped you do, she pulls down her pants, revealing a silky black thong underneath. Her pussy is pressed tightly against the material, teasing you by showing you what you can’t have. $Ash climbs on top of you, her butt mere inches in front of your penis. “I’m still hot. I’ll have to take this off too.” Her strip tease continues as her blouse buttons unbuckle and the shirt drops on the floor. “That’s so much better. Now, time for my beauty sleep.” She leans over, reaching for the light switch, letting her boobs jiggle inches above your face in the slutty bra she’s donning. “Good night…sissy.” She almost collapses on top of you, the weight of her boobs intimately pressed against your chest, and the same thing could be said of her vagina and your penis. [[Ash C3 + 4<-...][$H to 9, $L to $L + 2]]

<<set $Day to $Day + 1, $Day3 to $Day3 + 1>>\ <<if $Day3 is 8>><<set $Day3 to 1>><</if>>\[img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] “Well, here it is.” $Ash is standing in front of the window, her silhouette outlined by the light coming through the glass. It takes you a moment to realize where you are, and what happened last night. You look to your wrists to see marks of the straps that were there, and the same can be said of your legs. $Ash comes closer, revealing a box she has in her grasp that she places in front of you on the bed. It’s beautifully wrapped like a Christmas present to a loved one, complete with a pink bow sealing the gift. “Go ahead, open it.” After pulling the string and tearing at the paper, you flip the lid of the small container. Inside is a bed of dark pink satin, host to a bottle of pills, which lack a label. “They weren’t exactly the easiest thing to get a hold of, but I knew you would appreciate it.” “What are they?” You hold up the vial, shaking the pills inside. “”What are they?” They’re what you’ve been waiting for. These little babies are pumped full of estrogen, and taking a few is all you need to get some boobs on that flat chest of yours.” You’re speechless at her suggestion, but after everything she’s done until, maybe you shouldn't be. “I know you must be pleased, but go on! Take one!” [img[Images/Pill event.jpg]] <<if $L gt 6>>[[Ash C3 + Take<-Take a pill]]<<else>>Not even $Ash 's beauty could trick you into taking one of these<</if>> [[Ash C3 + 5<-Refuse][$UnderwearUn to 1, $HosieryUn to 1]]

<<set $AshR to $AshR + 1>>\ [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] You spin the lid off the canister and rattle out a few pills into your hand. If $Ash is telling the truth about what they do, then their daintiness belies their power. Ignoring the logical part of your brain, you pick one up in your fingers, and pop it into your waiting mouth. It’s the heaviest swallow of your life, but the pill goes down as smoothly as a shot. You look at your chest, awaiting a sudden growth in your breasts like you were an anime character. “Nothing’s happening.” “Of course something is sweetie, you just can’t see it. But if you want to, then you’re going to have to take some more.” You’re about to pick up another pill when $Ash stops you. “Wow, you are eager. But you can’t take a bunch in a day and expect results. That’s dangerous, so go steady with them - one a day at most.” Almost making you drop the container, she leans in, passionately kissing you. “I’m so proud of you! Maybe you finally are learning your place. Now, feel free to go home, but be sure to keep taking your medication.” [[Room 0<-Leave][$H to $H + 1]] [[Ash C3 Orgasm<-Ask for some relief][$H to $H + 1]]

[img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] “$Ash … I can’t take these.” You slowly comment, nervous about her response. “Sure you can, especially after all the trouble I went through to get them. You wouldn’t want to disappoint me now, would you?” Her eyes go from eager to imitating a puppy’s in a matter of seconds. “I’m sorry, but I can’t have boobs.” A moan of frustration leaves $Ash ‘s lips. “You stupi…” her train of thought gets derailed by something. “Actually, maybe I can forgive your trepidation. But I promise you, by the end of the weekend, you’ll be begging me for these.” She takes back the pills from your open hands, as casually as though she were checking a ticket. “But if you aren’t going to do that, then you’ll have to do something else for me. Strip.” Just like all the times with Miss $Gray , you can’t help but remove your clothes when your keyholder tells you to. After tossing your shirt and pants to the floor, $Ash observes your lingerie. <<if $CL[2] is 101 or $CL[1] is 101>>”Did Miss $Gray really let you get away with wearing those to school? And she likes to think of herself as a good Mistress - ha!”<<else>>”Not bad, but it would certainly look better if you had some nice perky breasts."<</if>> <<if $CL[2] is 101>>Interestingly, $Ash yanks down your socks, exposing your feet.<<else>>Interestingly, $Ash gently and sensually slips her hands into the band of your hosiery, and pulls them down, exposing your feet.<</if>> Then, she pulls out a pair of handcuffs, silver and metal, and locks them around your wrists before you even get a chance to ask what she’s going to do with them. A second item of bondage also appears as she wraps a cord of rope around the cuffs, allowing her to lead you around like a dog, if she wanted to. She then, after a couple of failed attempts, tosses the other end of the rope inside a small hook on the ceiling. To complete her bondage predicament, she then ties the end of the rope around the bottom of the bed, causing you to stand on your toes in order to maintain balance. The position leaves you as defenseless as her nighttime bondage, but this doesn’t come with a comfortable bed to lay on, and does come with the prospect of your feet becoming tired. It’s while you’re adjusting to this vulnerable position that $Ash is meddling with something inside a shoe box, her back turned to you. It’s impossible to know for sure what she’s doing, but it’s taking longer than it should to retrieve some shoes. “I just had to make sure they were perfect” $Ash claims, sauntering back over to you. She proudly holds in her hands a pair of black heels, like what Miss $Gray wears most days. “You do look like you’re struggling, so I figured I’d help you out.” She kneels down and slips your struggling feet into the shoes, guiding your toes into the rounded end before slipping your heel inside them. Unsurprisingly, they do help you to maintain balance, but that doesn’t mean it’s comfortable. $Ash is just standing there, looking at you, waiting for something, but you’ve no idea what. Or at least, you are clueless, until you start to feel a strange sensation in both your feet. It’s light and almost friendly at first, but after a few seconds you want to scratch at the bizarre feeling. The friendly touch turns into a torturous one, as the tickling goes on without you being able to stop it. The best thing you can do is shake your feet, but that almost makes you lose balance. Rubbing your feet on the opposing leg doesn’t help either, thanks to the hard shell of the shoes. $Ash finally smiles at your predicament, realizing that whatever she put in the shoes is clearly working. “Awwh, poor sissy. She has an itch that she can’t scratch. I bet you would like some help, right?” You try to say yes, but you can barely put out a legible word in between the bouts of forced giggles and laughter. “Well, if you’re sure you’re happy like this, then I’ll leave you to it!” $Ash walks out the room, making sure to close the door behind her. [[Ash C3 + 6<-...][$H to $H + 3, $L + 2, $S to $S + 2, $CK[2] to 5]]

[img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] $Ash has turned her attention elsewhere while you stand in the doorway considering asking her for an orgasm, or at least some sort of sexual relief. “Hey, $Ash ?” She doesn’t reply, she just keeps typing away at her phone. After clearing your throat, you attempt to gain her attention. “$Ash !” “What is it sissy?” “I was thinking, since I did take those pills, that maybe you could help me out?” You nod your head towards your crotch expectantly. “Oh, was it not enough that I “helped you out” by getting you those pills which will only improve your life in every aspect for the rest of your life? Or that I was willing to spend a whole weekend tempting you into taking them? I suppose not, you ungrateful sissy.” It’s not hard to tell she’s pissed off, but that doesn’t stop you from not walking out without her saying “no”. <<if $AshR gt 1>>”Alright sissy, I’ll help you out. But I’m not happy about your lack of appreciation.” It’s evident that she’s lost her patience as she drags you by your clothes onto the bed. When you’ve landed on your back, she dutifully exposes your caged penis once more. She makes sure you can’t see the digits she’s entering before the lock is released, along with your penis. $Ash doesn’t care for being gentle, as she immediately brings your clitty to full attention with a fast paced stroke. The feeling is so sudden and rough that it almost hurts enough for you to ask her to slow down. Almost. But after being accustomed to the confines of the cage for so long, you’d be crazy to do that. It shouldn’t be a surprise that it takes barely two minutes for you to approach the edge, and $Ash is past her teasing her games. She doesn’t slow down when she sees your dick twitching, but she doesn’t speed up either. She just keeps jerking you off at the same, unloving pace until you cum an anticlimactic load all over a tissue you hadn’t noticed $Ash had grabbed. She doesn’t even care to milk the extra few dribbles of cum out of you. “Well, I hope you’re pleased now.” $Ash drops the tissue and your dick, and grabs her phone instead, which she immediately begins typing with. It quickly becomes clear there will be no post-orgasm care. You pull your pants back up and head home. [[Room 0<-Leave][$H to $H + 1, $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1, $L to 0, $AshR to $AshR - 1]]\ <<else>>”You may have taken those pills voluntarily, but that doesn’t mean I owe you an orgasm. Though if it makes you feel better, I’m not sure how much your little clitty would be able to feel it!” She starts laughing to herself. Evidently, that’s as close to a “no” as you’re going to get. [[Room 0<-Leave][$H to $H + 1, $AshR to $AshR - 1]]<</if>>

[img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] It’s been hours since $Ash left to do who-knows-what, and your feet are both aching from the standing and suffering from the intense tickling. Eventually, your captor returns, with a small box (thankfully not a shoe box) in her hand. She places that box on the bed before returning her attention to you. “You must be so tired and tormented. Let me help you out.” She unties the rope by the end attached to the bed. Immediately upon being freed, you stumble backwards; almost falling on the floor were it not for the bed breaking the fall. “What did you do to these?” You ask in a raised voice as you remove the evil shoes and scratch at your feet like a madman, turning them red. “Oh you know…” she picks up the heels, inspecting them “just added some itching powder.” You only half register her answer, too relieved from scratching your feet to listen closely. “So what do you say, have you changed your mind? The weekend is only going to get more arduous, and I’m not sure a sissy like you is prepared for it.” [img[Images/Pill event.jpg]] <<if $L gt 6>>[[Ash C3 + Take<-Take a pill][$CK[2] to 0]]<<else>>Not even $Ash 's beauty could trick you into taking one of these<</if>> [[Ash C3 + 7<-Refuse][$CK[2] to 0]]

[img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] “So you've still got some fight left in you, huh? That’s fine, because I’ve got so much more than you.” Despite her otherwise threatening statement, $Ash helps you, and starts scratching your feet as well, which still tingle despite the lack of tainted shoes. “This must feel great. Almost as great as this would feel.” Her hand lingers over your underwear, gently teasing your caged cock. From the box she brought into the room, $Ash pulls out a vibrator, one she may have even used on herself. She flicks it on and off repeatedly, demonstrating how powerful it is by way of sound, until she pulls down your underwear and presses the activated vibrator against it. Even with the cage on, it feels just as great as masturbating, or the handjobs you’ve received, better than them even. To further tease you further, she pulls the vibrator away just as it starts to feel as though you could reach an orgasm with it. Once you recede from the edge, she does the same loop that becomes very familiar to you over the next few hours. Ten minutes of teasing followed by 2 minutes of rest. Even though you’re so turned on, those wicked 2 minutes are all it takes for your cum to not leak out of your locked cock. And despite that unending horniness, 10 minutes always seems like it’s one minute less than what you would need to actually cum. [[Ash C3 + 8<-...][$H to $H + 3, $L to $L + 2]]

[img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] “Surely you would do anything for me to stop doing this, right? I can only imagine how torturous it would be to be edged over and over, all the while knowing you’ll never actually cum, no matter how much you want it. So why not just give in? Just take my gracious gift and this can all be over.” “Who knows, I might even give you some pleasure if you do.” [img[Images/Pill event.jpg]] <<if $L gt 6>>[[Ash C3 + Take<-Take a pill]]<<else>>Not even $Ash 's beauty could trick you into taking one of these<</if>> [[Ash C3 + 9<-Refuse]]

[img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] “I always thought you were stupid, but this is…” She takes a moment to reflect on what she’s about to say, but her pissed off face tells you all you need to know. “Pointless - pointless resistance. That’s exactly what this is. I’ll get what I want, whether you like it or not. So in the meantime, I think you need a little altering of the brain.” She picks up the familiar headset, which you only now notice, despite your 3 hour stationary edging, was on the bed, and wraps it once more around your head. It’s the same spirals as before, but it doesn’t take long to forget your past experience as the songs and spirals do their job. [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] “Hello sissy….” Rather than a pink dot though, 3 dots, equidistant from each other and arranged in a triangle, appear. The green and blue circles stand out amidst the pink backdrop, while the white one seems more at home here. They’re all inviting, endearing you to look at them. [[Ash C3 Green<-Look at the green one][$H to 21, $L to $L + 2]] [[Ash C3 Blue<-Look at the blue one][$H to 21, $L to $L + 2]] [[Ash C3 White<-Look at the white one][$H to 21, $L to $L + 2]]

Your eyes fall to the dark green circle and watch it rotate around the center of your vision, as if it were a planet gravitating around a star. Hours go by, with the dot hovering passively, all the while $Ash ‘s messages whisper into your eyes. And when she decides you’ve heard enough of those messages, she kicks off the headset to reveal a dramatic change of outfit. $Ash ‘s normal sense of fashion belies her domineering nature, but the outfit she has on now is a little more accurate. Her feet haven’t slipped into a pair of dainty heels or delicate slippers, but rather a pair of thick black boots, not with a heel, but instead shoe laces tightly done up. Looking up her legs, you see her, rather bizarrely, wearing pants. Pants that are dark green, mixed with muddy browns and murky blacks, all three shades mixed up in a jumble of an ugly rainbow. The camouflage look contines, past the matching belt and up to her matching shirt, which looks much heavier than her usual blouse. All together, she looks like a character straight out of an action movie. [img[Images/P - Army 1.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Army 2.jpg]] “I heard you’re a little pussy.” $Ash ‘s voice is much different than normal, not only because she’s shouting, but because she’s only not bothering to sound cute. “Too afraid to take your medicine? Well you know, there’s no room for little bitches in my platoon.” She kicks her leg up onto the bed next to you, not that you can ever remember sitting here. “And why is it you’re so scared? Do these really frighten you?” Her shirt gets unbuttoned and drops to the floor like a towel. $Ash leans close, letting her boobs, held up by a dark green bra that would look out of place on almost any other outfit, hang inches from your nose. She unbuckles her belt and unwraps it from her waist, holding it in her hand like a leash. “You’re not going to make me whip you into submission, are you?” She doesn’t even give you time to respond, as she drops the belt, which lands with a heavy thud, to the floor. Holding her pants at a strange angle, she rips them off, showing a velcro lining on the inside. $Ash stands in front of you in her matching green lingerie, which she starts to show off. She does spins and swivels, turns and twists. She shakes her ass close enough to your face that she’d be able to shave it if her cheeks were equipped with razors. She shows off her flexibility by positioning her leg on your shoulders, almost wrapping it around your neck as though she were a snake. A very sexy snake. [img[Images/P - Army 3.jpg]] “So what do you say? Are you really going to remain a pussy forever?” Evidently, $Ash was talking to you this whole time, not as if you had any idea. She grabs the bottle of pills, and shakes them proudly. “Last chance sissy, or I will be pissed.” [[Ash C3 + Take<-Take a pill]] [[Ash C3 Green 2<-Refuse]]

Your eyes fall to the dark blue circle and watch it rotate around the center of your vision, as if it were a planet gravitating around a star. Hours go by, with the dot hovering passively, all the while $Ash ‘s messages whisper into your eyes. And when she decides you’ve heard enough of those messages, she kicks off the headset to reveal a dramatic change of outfit. Her feet are propped up by a pair of tall, black leather boots that travel past her ankles and knees and come to an end on her thighs. Only at her crotch does her dress start, which is tight compared to her school uniform. The navy blue number comes with a gold badge close to her heart, as well as a black leather belt that has a pair of handcuffs along with several extra pockets, attached. A matching black hat is on her head, with another badge stuck to the center. In one hand, $Ash has a truncheon, which she lightly slaps her other hand with. [img[Images/P - Police 1.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Police 2.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Police 3.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Police 4.jpg]] “So someone doesn’t want to take their medication, huh? I’m not sure I can allow that.” She kicks her leg up onto the bed next to you, not that you can ever remember sitting here. “And what am I going to take you down to the precinct for? Because you’re afraid of these?” She unclips her dress, letting it fall to the floor. $Ash leans close, letting her boobs, held in place by a black bra, hang inches from your nose while she twirls the bat ominously in her hands. “I don’t really have to lock you up, do I?” She doesn’t even give you time to respond, as she drops the weapon, which lands with a heavy thud, to the floor. $Ash stands in front of you in her matching lingerie, which she starts to show off. She does spins and swivels, turns and twists. She shakes her ass close enough to your face that she’d be able to shave it if her cheeks were equipped with razors. She shows off her flexibility by positioning her leg on your shoulders, almost wrapping it around your neck as though she were a snake. A very sexy snake. [img[Images/P - Police 5.jpg]] “So what do you say? You’re not going to make me punish you, are you?” Evidently, $Ash was talking to you this whole time, not as if you had any idea. She grabs the bottle of pills, and shakes them proudly. “Last chance sissy, or I will be pissed.” [[Ash C3 + Take<-Take a pill]] [[Ash C3 Blue 2<-Refuse]]

Your eyes fall to the pale white circle and watch it rotate around the center of your vision, as if it were a planet gravitating around a star. Hours go by, with the dot hovering passively, all the while $Ash ‘s messages whisper into your eyes. And when she decides you’ve heard enough of those messages, she kicks off the headset to reveal a dramatic change of outfit. Delicately balancing in a pair of very tall, white high heels, her feet are also adorned in white hosiery. You eye the nylon going further up until ending a couple of inches short of a matching white dress. [img[Images/P - Nurse 1.jpg]] The innocent color is accented with a sultry shade of red on the cuffs and on buttons that seal the dress shut on the front. In a breast pocket she appears to have several syringes and vials. Around her neck is a black stethoscope that she’s toying with in one of her hands like a yoyo. Past her face with dramatic red lipstick is a white hat that sits atop her head, complete with a white cross in a hollowed out red circle. [img[Images/P - Nurse 2.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Nurse 3.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Nurse 4.jpg]] “So someone doesn’t want to take their medication, huh? Oh sweetie, you know it’s good for you. And I don’t want to have to force you to do it. How can I convince you to take them?” She answers for you, as she sensually unbuttons her costume and lets it fall to the floor like a bloated feather from a swan. Her lingerie matches the dress. The red bra that struggles to contain her breasts draws your attention initially, as $Ash shakes her boobs inches from your face. But when she moves away to give you more of a show, you realize there’s only a one thin layer between your eyes and her pussy. Her red thong seems to be swallowed her by her volumptous ass. She starts to back up into you, leaving your eyes nowhere else to gaze at other than her butt, which shakes up and down, which is the same movement you’d be doing if she asked if you were enjoying the show. “So what do you say? You’re not going to make me punish you, are you?” Evidently, $Ash was talking to you this whole time, not as if you had any idea. She grabs the bottle of pills, and shakes them proudly. “Last chance sissy, or I will be pissed.” [[Ash C3 + Take<-Take a pill]] [[Ash C3 White 2<-Refuse]]

[img[Images/P - Army 4.jpg]] “That’s it sissy. I’m through being nice!” She gets a firm grip of your ankles and drags you to the floor with them. Your back hits the ground first, but you barely have time to register it before $Ash starts hurting a different part of your body - a much more personal part. The sole of her boot presses itself into your balls. You begin to scream, but it only seems to encourage $Ash , who has a vindictive grin on her face. “I wouldn’t open that pretty little mouth of yours if I were you. The more you scream, the harder I squeeze.” Eye contact is shared between you, as though she were actually daring you to test her. All you can do is show in your eyes and face that she’s torturing you, and your tormentor seems to be getting off on it. When $Ash decides she’s done tormenting you, she removes her weight from your balls, and sits you up, only for her to slip behind you and smother your neck with her arms. Trying to pry her limbs away is useless, and your strength fades moments before your consciousness does. [[Ash C 3 Green 3<-...][$S to $S + 2]]

[img[Images/Handcuffs.jpg]] “That’s it sissy, I’m through being nice.” $Ash retrieves the handcuffs and clicks one end around your wrist, and after dragging you across the floor by the metal cuffs, attaches the other end to the radiator. Yet again, she’s left you helpless against her, but bizarrely she picks up the vibrator. [img[Images/P - Police 6.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Police 7.jpg]] With dainty steps, she lays on her bed. One hand slips down into her panties, where she starts playing with herself. Her other hand guides the vibrator into her mouth, where she starts to suck on the head of the device. The mere thought of her sucking the tip of the device, which had been teasing you earlier, adds to your lust, which is rapidly growing once more thanks to $Ash ‘s moans which echo in the otherwise silent roam. When she’s satisfied, her hands swap positions. She starts to suck her fingers, which appear drenched in her juices. Her fingers thrust in and out of her mouth, creating a “popping” sound whenever they leave. With her other hand, she flicks the vibrator into action, and presses it into her vagina, amplifying her moans of ecstasy, even through the gag of her fingers. Even without the handcuffs, you’d be unable to pleasure yourself like $Ash is doing. You’ve got no choice but to sit and listen to $Ash ‘s screams, as she reaches orgasm after orgasm, while yours remain locked away. Her teasing goes on endlessly, until you feel yourself fall asleep. [[Ash C 3 Blue 3<-...][$L to $L + 2]]

“That’s it sissy, I’m through being nice.” In what feels like barely a second, she’s removed a syringe from her dropped coat, and sticks the needle into your arm, pushing the other end in to fill you with whatever substance that was contained inside. “What was that?” [img[Images/Syringe Nurse.jpg]] $Ash begins to giggle profusely. “You’ll see soon enough!” Her hand reaches for the vibrator that was torturing you before. Ignoring you, she lays down on her bed, and starts feeling her body all over. One hand slips down into her panties, where she starts playing with herself. Her other hand guides the vibrator into her mouth, where she starts to suck on the head of the device. The mere thought of her sucking the tip of the device, which had been teasing you earlier, adds to your lust, which is rapidly growing once more thanks to $Ash ‘s moans which echo in the otherwise silent roam. But something strange is turning inside you. It’s like the first time you ever experienced an erection, or the first time you discovered porn. It’s almost a new level of horniness. Whatever $Ash drugged you with is making you feel like you could erupt from your cage; breaking it at the seams without the use of a key or code. [img[Images/P - Nurse 5.jpg]] “You know” $Ash begins in between her increasingly louder moans “it’s not just impotent old men who can see the benefits of viagra, but so can caged sissies like you.” She starts to suck her fingers, which appear drenched in her juices. Her fingers thrust in and out of her mouth, creating a “popping” sound whenever they leave. With her other hand, she flicks the vibrator into action, and presses it into her vagina, amplifying her moans of ecstasy, even through the gag of her fingers. With blood rushing to your crotch like a hole in a dam, there’s nothing you can do to satisfy your urges. The best you can do is paw at your cage like a cat at a TV. $Ash keeps masturbating for hours, until she becomes content with how horny you are. Then, she takes out another syringe, jabbing it into your arm. Soon, you fall asleep. [[Ash C 3 White 3<-...][$L to $L + 3]]

<<set $H to 9>>\ <<set $CC2 to 1>>\ You awaken without the usual violent scream of your alarm clock. Instead you’re greeted by the chirping of birds outside the window and drawn curtains, which let in the morning light without it being blinding. You’re laying on the bed, facing up, all of your limbs bound. $Ash is on top of you, cowgirl style, just below your penis, and in a rare moment worth celebrating, it's completely free of it’s cage. “I know it was torture, watching me touch myself when you can only dream of it, but I need you to understand I’m only doing what’s best for you. I’ve got one last plan to turn you on so much you’ll be thinking with only your dick.” Her magic fingers start playing with your penis, swiftly bringing it to life. “In some ways, it’s almost impressive that you actually made me do this. But if you still refuse, even after I do this for you, then I will be so pissed you’ll be downing those pills like sweets.” She rises slightly to adjust her positioning, before lowering back down, causing her vagina’s lips to part as your dick enters her. You’re actually inside a woman. [img[Images/P - Ash sex numb.jpg]] $Ash starts bouncing up and down. And as much as you know you should be experiencing bliss right now, it’s hard not to say this has been hyped too much. In fact, it’s actually hard to feel anything down there. It’s as though your penis were numb to all sensations, like a gloved hand feeling a pin. //Is this really all sex is?// “Someone looks a little confused. Let me help you out.” $Ash keeps riding you, her face not even hinting at any pleasure from the penis fucking her. “You didn’t think you actually deserved proper sex do you? Like those guys you watch in porn all the time? No, those guys are real men, while you’re a sissy, so you might as well forget about that fantasy. The best you can get is this: your penis coated in several layers of numbing cream before me riding you the way I want to. You won’t be able to feel a thing, so don’t even try. But if you wanted some actual relief, then maybe you can ask me for some pills. Afterwards, I might give you some sexual pleasure.” [img[Images/Pill event.jpg]] [[Ash C3 + Take Sunday<-Take a pill]] [[Ash C3 + Tattoo<-Refuse]] <<set $SleepProcess to 1>>\ <<set $Day to $Day + 1, $Day3 to $Day3 + 1>>\ <<if $Day3 is 8>><<set $Day3 to 1>><</if>>\

<<set $H to 9>>\ <<set $CC2 to 1>>\ You awaken without the usual violent scream of your alarm clock, instead you’re greeted by the chirping of birds outside the window and drawn curtains, which let in the morning light without it being blinding. You’re laying on the bed, facing up, all of your limbs bound. $Ash is on top of you, cowgirl style, just below your penis, and in a rare moment worth celebrating, it's completely free of it’s cage. “I know yesterday was intense for you, having so many hormones driving you body mad with lust, but I need you to understand I’m only doing what’s best for you. I’ve got one last plan to turn you on so much you’ll be thinking with only your dick.” Her magic fingers start playing with your penis, swiftly bringing it to life. “In some ways, it’s almost impressive that you actually made me do this. But if you still refuse, even after I do this for you, then I will be so pissed you’ll be downing those pills like sweets.” She rises slightly to adjust her positioning, before lowering back down, causing her vagina’s lips to part as your dick enters her. You’re actually inside a woman. [img[Images/P - Ash sex numb.jpg]] $Ash starts bouncing up and down. And as much as you know you should be experiencing bliss right now, it’s hard not to say this has been hyped too much. In fact, it’s actually hard to feel anything down there. It’s as though your penis were numb to all sensations, like a gloved hand feeling a pin. //Is this really all sex is?// “Someone looks a little confused. Let me help you out.” $Ash keeps riding you, her face not even hinting at any pleasure from the penis fucking her. “You didn’t think you actually deserved proper sex do you? Like those guys you watch in porn all the time? No, those guys are real men, while you’re a sissy, so you might as well forget about that fantasy. The best you can get is this: your penis coated in several layers of numbing cream before me riding you the way I want to. You won’t be able to feel a thing, so don’t even try. But if you wanted some actual relief, then maybe you can ask me for some pills. Afterwards, I might give you some sexual pleasure.” [img[Images/Pill event.jpg]] [[Ash C3 + Take Sunday<-Take a pill]] [[Ash C3 + Tattoo<-Refuse]] <<set $SleepProcess to 1>>\ <<set $Day to $Day + 1, $Day3 to $Day3 + 1>>\ <<if $Day3 is 8>><<set $Day3 to 1>><</if>>\

<<set $H to 9>>\ <<set $CC2 to 1>>\ You awaken without the usual violent scream of your alarm clock, instead you’re greeted by the chirping of birds outside the window and drawn curtains, which let in the morning light without it being blinding. You’re laying on the bed, facing up, all of your limbs bound. $Ash is on top of you, cowgirl style, just below your penis, and in a rare moment worth celebrating, it's completely free of it’s cage. “I know I went a little hard on your balls last night, but I need you to understand I’m only doing what’s best for you. I’ve got one last plan to turn you on so much you’ll be thinking with only your dick.” Her magic fingers start playing with your penis, swiftly bringing it to life. “In some ways, it’s almost impressive that you actually made me do this. But if you still refuse, even after I do this for you, then I will be so pissed you’ll be downing those pills like sweets.” She rises slightly to adjust her positioning, before lowering back down, causing her vagina’s lips to part as your dick enters her. You’re actually inside a woman. [img[Images/P - Ash sex numb.jpg]] $Ash starts bouncing up and down. And as much as you know you should be experiencing bliss right now, it’s hard not to say this has been hyped too much. In fact, it’s actually hard to feel anything down there. It’s as though your penis were numb to all sensations, like a gloved hand feeling a pin. //Is this really all sex is?// “Someone looks a little confused. Let me help you out.” $Ash keeps riding you, her face not even hinting at any pleasure from the penis fucking her. “You didn’t think you actually deserved proper sex do you? Like those guys you watch in porn all the time? No, those guys are real men, while you’re a sissy, so you might as well forget about that fantasy. The best you can get is this: your penis coated in several layers of numbing cream before me riding you the way I want to. You won’t be able to feel a thing, so don’t even try. But if you wanted some actual relief, then maybe you can ask me for some pills. Afterwards, I might give you some sexual pleasure.” [img[Images/Pill event.jpg]] [[Ash C3 + Take Sunday<-Take a pill]] [[Ash C3 + Tattoo<-Refuse]] <<set $SleepProcess to 1>>\ <<set $Day to $Day + 1, $Day3 to $Day3 + 1>>\ <<if $Day3 is 8>><<set $Day3 to 1>><</if>>\

[img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] “So you finally came to your senses, did you? Good.” $Ash gives you the vial. You spin the lid off and rattle out a few pills into your hand. If $Ash is telling the truth about what they do, then their daintiness belies their power. Ignoring the logical part of your brain, you pick one up in your fingers, and pop it into your waiting mouth. It’s the heaviest swallow of your life, but the pill goes down as smoothly as a shot. You look at your chest, awaiting a sudden growth in your breasts like you were an anime character. “Nothing’s happening.” “Of course something is sweetie, you just can’t see it. But if you want to, then you’re going to have to take some more.” You’re about to pick up another pill when $Ash stops you. “Wow, you are eager. But you can’t take a bunch in a day and expect results. That’s dangerous, so go steady with them - one a day at most.” “I have to say though, it’s a shame you relented now. If you’d accepted them sooner, I may have given you some sexual relief. But I guess that didn’t cross your mind, so evidently you don’t need it! Now, feel free to go home, but be sure to keep taking your medication.” [[Room 0<-Leave][$H to $H + 1, $CC2 to 3]]

<<set $AshR to $AshR - 1>><<set $AshMad to 1>><<set $H to $H + 1>>\ <<set $TattooWomb to 1, $TattooWombHeart to 1>>\ [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] “You dumb cunt, I’m here giving you gifts people would kill for, and you’re too stupid to accept it. From now on, I’m done trying to be nice. And if you still don’t believe me, I’ll make sure you do.” $Ash stands up, hops over to a drawer, and picks out some strange looking device before jumping back onto you. She throws the item up in the air repeatedly, making it harder to tell what it is. She catches it one last time before holding it over your face, allowing you to take the device in. It looks almost steampunk, but the cogs in your mind finally click as you realize it’s a tattoo pen. You start to throw your arms and legs around, but it’s a futile display of resistance. “There’s no point begging now. You’re going to be marked as my property forever. And while I have your belly all exposed, how about I add some art to it!” $Ash places a hand on one of your thighs for stability, while the other one begins to draw some hard to make out design. It’s impossible to know what $Ash is drawing, but knowing her, it’s not a coil of barbed wire or snake. “Aaaaand…done!” She proudly yells a while later. There’s the sound of a camera clicking and $Ash lays next to you so that she can display her work. “What do you think?” The picture reveals a humiliating sight that would top Miss $Gray ‘s dominance anyday. Intricate lines symmetrically display a masterful pink centerpiece. The love heart instantly draws all attention to it, with many kisses and butterflies and smaller love hearts surrounding it. “Shocking, huh? In fact, you could gaze open mouthed at it!” She drops her phone and pinches your nose with one hand. With your own tied up you can’t stop her, and trying to wiggle her off like a crocodile is just as futile. When you open your mouth to breathe, $Ash ‘s other hand covers it, throwing the pill inside in the process. She only removes it when she’s sure you have no choice but to swallow the tiny tablet of titty creation. “I had thought I could get you to take it voluntarily, but you made a liar out of me this weekend, and this tattoo doesn’t nearly make up for that.” She frees your arms and legs from their binds, which have left their imprints behind after how much you struggled. You get to your feet, allowing $Ash to finish her maniacal weekend. “One pill sadly won’t be enough for them to take effect, which is why you’ll be taking these.” She tosses you a cylindrical container, which makes a rattly sound as you catch it. “One a day, unless you want a trip to the hospital. And you better be taking them, because a tattoo is mundane compared to what I have planned if you don't. Now fuck off, you’ve wasted enough of my time.” After quickly getting dressed, she lets you show yourself out and you take a slow walk home, enjoying the fresh air, which does it’s best to distract you from the tattoo cemented in your belly and the boobs you’ll start to grow. [[Room 0<-Continue][$CC2 to 3]]

“So that I can please a man.” “That’s right sissy, so you can please a man. Because men aren’t interested in little tittied girls like you, they want bimbos with big tits, sluts with salacious asses, and whores with willing holes.” “Now, my toy, take your gift.” She pokes her thumb and forefinger into your mouth, dropping a cylindrical pill in there. “Swallow.” As she starts massaging your throat with her fingers, you do as she says, feeling the pill fall through your body, until eventually the two become one. A sadistic grin crosses $Ash ‘s face. “Good pet, I’m glad to see you accepting your place. But I’ve wasted too much time on you already, so leave, and take your medicine with you.” She hands you the bottle of capsules and waves you away. After fixing your clothing, you start to exit. “Oh, and sissy? Only take one a day, unless you want a trip to the hospital.” [[Room 0<-Leave][$H to $H + 1]]

“To please you.” $Ash looks slightly stunned, but she tries to hide it. “That’s exactly right, to please me. You’ll do whatever I ask you to, won’t you? Regardless of if you want to do it or not. Even if your instincts are screaming for you not to, you’ll do my bidding. And let me say, sissy, the fact that you’re willing to get boobs just because I asked you to is SO freakin’ hot! Now, my little slut, you’ve earned your treat, here.” She pokes her thumb and forefinger into your mouth, dropping a cylindrical pill in there. “And now, swallow.” As she starts massaging your throat with her fingers, you do as she says, feeling the pill fall through your body, until eventually the two become one. A sadistic grin crosses $Ash ‘s face. “Good pet, I’m glad to see you accepting your place. But I’ve wasted too much time on you already, so leave, and take your medicine with you.” She hands you the bottle of capsules and waves you away. After fixing your clothing, you start to exit. “Oh, and sissy? Only take one a day, unless you want a trip to the hospital.” [[Room 0<-Leave][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $CC2 to 3>>\ <<if $W11H1 is 1>><<set $W11H1 to 2, $HAlert to 1>><</if>>\ You take your familiar journey to Farrix, only no longer having to worry about giving your chastity cage key to Miss $Gray . [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] You enter room 68 while it is still mostly empty, with only your domineering teacher present, who is leaning against the front of her desk, waiting for you. [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] “Strip.” As requested, you shed your clothes for Miss $Gray to assess you. \ <<if $CL[2] lt 2>>”It's nice to see that you’re wearing tights. They are flattering, if a bit dull.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 4>>“Those are some unique tights. They’re almost distracting, but I’ll allow them.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 3>>”Beautiful tights. They really are appropriate for a sissy like you to be wearing.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 21>>”A staple in any wardrobe. Your hosiery looks beautiful, $name . It’s just a pity that no one else can admire your legs in them.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 22>>”Nude pantyhose? A peculiar choice, but you are meeting your uniform requirements.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 23 or $CL[2] is 24 or $CL[2] is 27>>”Fishnets? Not terribly appropriate, $name . However, I suppose I never specified that this was against the rules of Farrix. I’ll allow this for now, but I may change my mind one day.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 28>>”A playful choice for your hosiery. Not entirely appropriate for Farrix, but I’ll allow it, for now.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 25>>”Certainly an interesting choice for your hosiery. Normally such a pick would catch an eye, but with these obstructive pants, they won’t be spotted. Quite a shame, no?”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 26>>”These pretty pantyhose of yours are certainly an eye catcher, but not in the best way. You’d look so much cuter with a less tacky pair.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 41 or $CL[2] is 42>>”Black stockings: a staple in any wardrobe, especially for a woman in a professional setting like this. I don’t think I could imagine anything more appropriate.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 43>>”An interesting dichotomy, isn’t it? Stockings are meant to be slutty, but the nude tone suggests an element of class.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 44>>”Pink stockings, the height of both slutiness and femininity. How appropriate.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 45>>”There’s no hosiery that a whore should be without like a pair of fishnet stockings. Imagine what your classmates would think if they could see beneath your pants.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Socks? Socks! Come on $name . Hosiery is like a luxurious second skin. Dull socks like these are neither comfortable nor pretty."<</if>> Miss $Gray takes a closer look at your underwear. \ <<if $CL[1] isnot 101>>”Nice panties. Such beautiful underwear is worn by every student here at Farrix. Wouldn’t it feel wrong to stand out by wearing men’s underwear?”\ <<elseif $CL[1] gt 40 and $CL[1] lt 60>>”Garter panties? A beautiful mix of sexyness and practicality. I’m more than impressed in your choice of underwear today.”\ <<elseif $CL[1] gt 30 and $CL[1] lt 40>>”A thong? Good for hiding panty lines, and for feeling sexy all day long. Which one do you care about more?”\ <<elseif $CL[1] is 101>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”It’s ridiculous seeing a man in panties, just as it is seeing a sissy like you in boxers. This is ridiculous, $name , and I thought you had matured past this point a long time ago.”<</if>> <<if $GarterA is 1 or $GarterB is 1>>”A beautiful garter belt. Useful for so many things, like being sexier, or holding up a pair of sultry stockings. Of course, you’ll have to worry about your garter straps leaving an impression against your pants, though that’s a small trade off for feeling so sexy." She continues her inspection, turning her attention southwards.\ <<elseif $GarterC is 1>>”Simply adorable garters. It should be a crime that no one can see them on your legs.” She continues her inspection, turning her attention southwards.\ <<else>>She continues her inspection, turning her attention southwards.<</if>> <<if $ShaveLegs gt 6>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>Miss $Gray looks at your legs. "Really? How could you let your legs grow this disgusting? Be sure to shave them and they'll look and feel much better."\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs lt 3>>Miss $Gray lightly strokes your leg. "Don't you just love the feeling of freshly shaven legs? So smooth, so feminine. Keep it up."\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs lt 7>>Miss $Gray admires your legs. "Smooth. Be sure to keep it up."<</if>> <<if $Pills gt 5 and $PillsGray1 is 0>><<set $PillsGray1 to 1, $GrayR to $GrayR + 1>>”What are these?” Miss $Gray leans into your chest, noticing the two boobs hanging there. “$Ash had told me she planned on giving you breasts, but I was doubtful she would get you to willingly accept them. Maybe she’s a better Mistress than I gave her credit for. Regardless, I’m impressed that you’re accepting of your new role. Of course, it’s now all the more important that you wear a bra.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 12 and $PillsGray2 is 0>><<set $PillsGray2 to 1, $GrayR to $GrayR + 1>>”Your boobs have…grown.” Your teacher is visibly startled, and she clears her throat to try and regain composure. “Well, $Ash continues to surprise, doesn’t she? Those breasts are very fitting, and are sure to be noticed. good job.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 19 and $PillsGray3 is 0>><<set $PillsGray3 to 1>>”Looks like someone has been taking their medication.” Miss $Gray takes a closer look at your chest. “As much as I’m happy that you’re so accepting of your new role in life, there’s also something to be said for taking things slowly. After all that time I spent training you, did I ever rush? These breasts are nice, but I’m beginning to grow concerned that you are doing this without thinking about it.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 19 and $Bra is 1>>Miss $Gray inspects your chest. “Those generous breasts of yours look amazing in that lingerie. Great selection.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 19 and $SportsBra is 1>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>Miss $Gray inspects your chest. “A sports bra would be fine if you were still growing your boobs. But those are anything but small, so you should be wearing something sexier.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 12 and $SportsBra is 1>>Miss $Gray inspects your chest. “Those blossoming breasts of yours are beautiful, but when contained in that dull sports bra, it almost ruins the look.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 12 and $Bra is 1>>Miss $Gray inspects your chest. “Your breasts are beautiful, and you’re clearly developing a fine taste for lingerie."\ <<elseif $Pills gt 5 and $SportsBra is 1>>Miss $Gray inspects your chest. “Your cute breasts fill up that sports bra nicely, but it’s also quite plain, isn’t it? Something sexier would be much nicer.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 5 and $Bra is 1>>Miss $Gray inspects your chest. “Those cute breasts look even cuter in that bra of yours.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 5 and $Bra is 0 and $SportsBra is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Now that you have breasts like every other student at Farrix, it would be incredibly unprofessional to not wear a bra. After all, if you saw a girl’s nipples poking through her blouse, you’d be staring all day, wouldn’t you?”\ <<elseif $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 1>>She cups her hand gently against your chest, confirming the sports bra underneath your shirt. "Do you like someone feeling your breasts?" She laughs at the uncomfortable expression that your face turns into.\ <<elseif $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>She presses her hand against your chest. When she senses that there is no bra beneath your shirt, she looks disappointed.\ <<else>>She lets out a small, almost unhearable grunt of dissatisfaction after looking towards your chest.<</if>> <<if $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] is 3>>"Such cute shoes, $name . Make sure to keep wearing them."\ <<elseif $FlatsOrder is 1 and $CK[2] isnot 3>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>"I'm sure you would much prefer to be wearing a pair of cute flats, so where are they?"\ <<elseif $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 1>>Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. "Nice to see you can remember this" she taunts, pressing down on your rear. "I'm sure it will be harder for you to daydream in class when you have this penetrating you."\ <<elseif $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlug is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1 and $TimesSpanked to $TimesSpanked + 1>>Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. The silent room is quickly filled with a shriek from you as her hand slaps your butt cheeks. "I thought I made it clear that you will wear a butt plug from now on." Several more times you cry out as her hand hits you.<</if>> <<if $LightPinkFingers gt 7 or $RedFingers gt 7>>”What beautiful nails you have, $name . Their length, their color, it’s so appropriate. I’m assuming this is $Ash ‘s doing. She’s proving to be quite the trainer.” She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 0>>”So you like those nails? It’s nice to see you’ve accepted having such a flattering shade on your hands.” She then lets you dress yourself again.\ <<else>>She then lets you dress yourself again.<</if>> <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>"It is extremely disappointing that you can't follow the most basic of instructions $name . Come here at lunch for your punishment. At least you will have $Ash to keep you company."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR lt -2>>"While it is good that you can follow instructions, I am not pleased with your behavior. Come here at lunch for you punishment."\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail is 0 and $GrayR gt -3>>"Your behavior has been exemplary as of late, keep it up."<</if>> “Come see me at the end of the day; you have a test to complete, and not an academic one.” [[11-1b<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ The students begin to file in around you. <<if $JenLevel is 0 or $JenLevel is 1>>Your classmates have largely gotten used to you by now, though they all no doubt still see you as being somewhere you do not belong.\ <<elseif $JenLevel is 2>>There’s some unintelligible whispers from some of the class as they enter, among some giggles and cruel words that you’re more than used to being called. “Sissy” particularly stands out to you as this being $Jen ‘s doing. Thankfully, it’s only a few of them, and the mockery, coming from a select few stops after a moment.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 2>>There’s conversations as usual that are had by the entering classmates, but from what you pick up, the topic is awfully different than the usual discourse. There’s a lot of laughter and staring at you from what seems like half the class, and the words they throw around, which vary from whispers to average conversational volume, seem either feminine or demeaning. You pick out several instances of “sissy” “loser” and “pathetic”.<</if>> <<if $AshMad is 1>>You look to the side to check if $Ash is there, and almost disappointingly, she is. Around her ankle, is the familiar piece of jewelry, which has a key hanging from it.\ <<else>>$Ash takes her usual seat next to you. Around her ankle, is the familiar piece of jewelry, which has a key hanging from it.<</if>> [img[Images/Ash key anklet.jpg]] The lesson soon begins. <<if $GrayR lt 0>>Miss $Gray seems to be harsher to you today. She demands you answer more questions than she does the other students, and is crueler to you when you get them wrong, and barely affirms your answer when you get them right.<<elseif $GrayR gt - 1>>Despite the pre-class inspection, Miss $Gray barely seems to care about you during the lesson, which you certainly wouldn't complain about.<</if>> <<if $L gt 8>>During the lesson, though, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes lustfully wander to the other students in the class. Miss $Gray seems to have noticed, as a subtle scowls goes your way.<<elseif $L lt 9>>Despite the ample distractions around you in the form of attractive women, you manage to listen diligently.<</if>><<if $ButtPlugA is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>> The butt plug filling your rear isn’t helping the situation, however, and leaves you even more turned on.<</if>><<if $CK[2] is 3>> While it'd be preferable if your classmates didn't notice your feminine choice in footwear, whether or not they do has no bearing on your decision to play with them. [img[Images/Flats PlayG.gif]]<</if>> <<if $Day3 is 1>>[[Jen Monday 8<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 3 and visited("Mr Hawt Jen 5") is 0 and $JenLevel gt 4>>[[Mr Hawt Jen 5<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[11-1c Lunch<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 13>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> [[11-1 Voice<-Continue][$H to 16]]

<<set $Fem to 39>>\ It’s the end of the day, but you decide to follow Miss $Gray ‘s instructions and enter her classroom, nervously anticipating her “test”. “I’m glad you came. It would have been a shame to have wasted all that time practicing without having the chance to utilize your skills. I trust you remember me telling you to train your voice so that you could fool even the most experienced of listeners. Well, now’s the chance for you to show off those beautiful vocal chords you’ve been working on.” <<if $Voice is 0>>//Fuck// “Well? What are you waiting for? An Audience?” You mumble an inaudible something something but it’s not hard to tell that Miss $Gray isn’t fooled. “Let me guess, you either completely forgot my instructions, or you consciously decided not to follow them. I’m not even sure which is worse. Of course I’m disappointed, but you deserve something worse than my scorn. I think something permanent is in order. Something you’ll be reminded of every time you look in the mirror.” She presses several buttons on the keypad of the school telephone, and picks it up. “Hello! Unfortunately, it does look like I'm going to need your help after all." "I know, I know. Some people just refuse to listen.” [[11-1-Voice 0<-Wait][$M to $M + 10, $GrayR to $GrayR - 2]]\ <<elseif $Voice lt 7>>You clear your throat, but still stumble over your first word. Miss $Gray looks encouragingly into your eyes, as if to say “go on.” But that doesn’t stop you from sounding like a prepubescent boy imitating a girl. “Well, that was…disappointing. I would ask you to try again, but I think it’s safe to say that you haven’t practiced nearly enough, and you’d only make a fool of yourself once more." "Of course I’m disappointed, but you deserve something worse than my scorn. I think something permanent is in order. Something you’ll be reminded of every time you look in the mirror.” She presses several buttons on the keypad of the school telephone, and picks it up. “Hello! Unfortunately, it does look like I'm going to need your help after all." "I know, I know. Some people just refuse to listen.” [[11-1-Voice 0<-Wait][$M to $M + 10, $GrayR to $GrayR - 1]]\ <<elseif $Voice lt 13>>You clear your throat, but still stumble over your first word. Miss $Gray looks encouragingly into your eyes, as if to say “go on.” You give a second attempt much more heart, and it sounds all the better for it. But even with your extra vigor, your tutor isn’t beaming with awe. “Well, it was clear you have given time to it, but the outcome isn’t very impressive. It seems as though you’re on the cusp of making it great; you’re just lacking that extra push.” She takes a pause to think it over. “You did okay, but I can’t help but feel that someone who truly understood my words would have done better.” She presses several buttons on the keypad of the school telephone, and picks it up. “Hello!" "Well, better than expected, but I still could do with your help." "Great, thank you!” [[11-1-Voice 0<-Wait][$M to $M + 10, $GrayR to $GrayR - 0]]\ <<elseif $Voice lt 20>>Though your feminine voice is a little shaky to introduce itself to someone, you manage to fluently ask Miss $Gray how her day has been. “Oh, $name ! That was excellent! You’ve clearly given this a lot of time and dedication. Thank you for taking my words seriously. Certainly, anyone could be fooled with a voice like that. Maybe you could have started a little stronger, but apart from that, you get top marks. Please, go enjoy the rest of your day.” You’re about to walk out the door when your teacher demands your attention again. “I almost forgot, I have another long term assignment for you! This one is something most girls struggle with, so some practice is definitely necessary. Get yourself some heels and begin walking in them. They’re amazing at accentuating your legs! Hopefully you will give it as much energy as you did in acquiring that lovely voice of yours.” [[11-1f<-Leave][$M to $M + 10, $GrayR to $GrayR + 1]]\ <<else>>With no hesitation, you move from manly to womanly voice in an instant, effortlessly asking Miss $Gray how her day has been, even throwing in a flirty compliment about her hair at the end. “If I couldn’t see you, I would be convinced you were a woman; that was simply outstanding! It’s obvious that you’ve given a lot of energy to this and I couldn’t be more pleased. Feel free to leave, and why not treat yourself on your way home for doing such a great job?” You’re about to walk out the door when your teacher demands your attention again. “I almost forgot, I have another long term assignment for you! This one is something most girls struggle with, so some practice is definitely necessary. Get yourself some heels and begin walking in them. They’re amazing at accentuating your legs! I’m sure if you gave it half the time you did your voice then you’d be better at it than most women.” [[11-1f<-Leave][$M to $M + 10, $GrayR to $GrayR + 1]]<</if>>

“How familiar are you with the biology and chemistry department?” Your teacher asks, but you get the impression she doesn’t care much about your answer. “Well the teachers over there are rather useful to have as friends. I confess, I sometimes wish I had gone into that field sometimes when I see the power those people have. I’ve gone to visit them in their lab on occasion, and some of the experiments they get up to are pretty…interesting.” In the middle of her increasingly concerning monologue, the door swings open, and in walks a pair of women, both holding up trays filled with various bottles and syringes. [img[Images/Vials.jpg]] “I told you, we should have just stayed here” the one in front remarks to your teacher. “It certainly would have made my life easier” the other one suggests. As they approach, you notice she has a wrap of bandages around her right hand, and she’s struggling to hold the tray. They are both around Miss $Gray ‘s age, though probably a bit older, if you had to guess. They both have their long hair tied back, and are both wearing spectacles and goggles, though they take the latter off upon setting their trays down. “$name , this is Dr Lin, from the biology department.” She gives a courteous smile your way. “And this is Miss Hyde, from the chemistry department.” The one in the rear looks your way. “I’d shake your hand but…” she holds up her injured limb. “Are you still wanting us to remove that excess thyroid cartilage?” Dr Lin asks your teacher, who appears confused. Miss Hyde points to her neck, clearing up her uncertainty. “Ah yes, that pesky Adam’s apple.” “Alright, this shouldn’t take too long.” The two go about mixing chemicals in their trays, tipping liquids out of and in glasses marked simply by a series of letters and subscript numbers. Suffice to say, it isnot calming to your nerves. What must be the finished product is sucked up through a syringe, and given a final inspection. [img[Images/Needle.jpg]]]] “Would you like to do the honors?” Dr Lin asks your teacher, who looks on with what can only be described as a sadistic smile. “I think you best. You are the expert, after all.” “Very well. $name, come here.” You do as Dr Lin commands, your nerves rattled. The liquid is transparent, but it’s certainly not water. The Doctor places her left hand behind your head, and moves in with her right. “I wouldn’t move if I were you. This could do a lot of damage if I slipped.” The tip of the syringe penetrates the skin of your neck, and punctures it’s way into your Adam’s apple. Dr Lin pushes the liquid into your body until the syringe is empty. “What did that just do?” You nervously ask once the Doctor removes the tool. “Well, through strategically targeting a build up of cartilage, we can remove it.” To Dr Lin, you undoubtedly look as confused as Miss $Gray did. “Put simply” Miss Hyde adds “you know how you have an Adam’s apple?” You slowly nod. “Well…you don’t anymore.” “WHAT!?” “I said, you don’t ha…” “He knows what you meant, Miss Hyde. Of course, it’s a lot more complicated than we both simplified it to be, but we are quite good at what we do. Indeed, the power of pe…” You stop paying attention and grab your phone. The camera confirms the concerning visage. Your Adam’s apple has shrunk dramatically. “I assume what’s left of it will be gone soon enough?” Miss $Gray asks, getting up from behind her desk. “Naturally. Most of it’s visibility will be gone within the hour. By tomorrow, having one will be nothing but a memory. Now, we should go back to our lab and report our success. For a first attempt, this went remarkably well.” //First attempt?// Dr Lin and Miss Hyde shake hands with Miss $Gray , who looks genuinely impressed, before they leave. “Perhaps it seems excessive, but if you’re not willing to do as I ask, then I will take whatever drastic measures I deem necessary. I’m sure you will notice your voice quickly changing. But for now, you’ve wasted enough of my time, so do show yourself out.” You’re about to walk out the door when your teacher demands your attention again. “I almost forgot, I have another long term assignment for you. This one is something most girls struggle with, so some practice is definitely essential. Get yourself some heels and begin walking in them. And before you think about what I could do to you if you fail this, Dr Lin has already suggested some ideas, and she can be as cruel and creative as me.” You can’t argue with her, and even if you did, what’s done is done. You can only promise yourself to not let this happen again. The walk home is a slow and miserable one. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S + 3, $MetDr to 1, $Voice to $Voice + 5, $VoiceSurgery to 1]]

<<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] You walk out of Farrix, your chastity key still around the ankle of $Ash , or maybe more accurately, in the mad world of her mind. [[Room 0<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] <<if $S gt 9>>You feel too stressed to not go straight home<</if>>\ <<if $S lt 10>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>> <<if $H lt 17 and visited("Heels Ballet") is 0 and $HeelsS gt 0>>[[Heels Ballet<-Learn to walk in heels at the ballet club]]<</if>>

<<set $CC2 to 3>>\ You take your usual route to Farrix, thinking it will be another usual day, or whatever passes for usual in your life. Your hand is pulling on the door handle to Miss $Gray’s classroom when you pause. You can hear some sort of argument between two women inside. One of them is obviously your teacher, and the other almost sounds to be… $Ash ? With time still left to go before it’s time to be at lessons, the halls are rather quiet. You could chance listening in on their heated conversation . <<if $S lt 8>>[[11-3b<-Eavesdrop][$S to $S + 2]]<<else>>You’re too stressed to risk being caught.<</if>> [[11-3cb<-Walk into the classroom]]

<<if $S gt 10>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ “But we had a deal!” “We did, a deal that lasted as long as I wanted it to. And I think you’ve shown to be rather ineffective at getting things done, so it’s time I took the reins back.” “What do you mean I’ve been "ineffective?" I’ve been keeping you updated ever since you gave me the key! I’ve done just as well as you would, if not better. Do you know what I had to do in order to get those pills?” “No I do not, but if it’s an ordeal like you’re implying it was, then that just proves to me that you’re incapable of doing this well. I would have them swirling in his body the same day I got them. You showed some skills in getting things done, $Ash , but this is greater than your petty desires to feminize a man for the sake of your own lust. This experiment is over.” There’s a pause that seems to last an eternity. “Please Miss $Gray , I can do this. I just need more time to show you what I’m capable of. Please, just give me some more time.” There's another equally long pause. “You have one day to impress me…” “Thank you Miss $Gray , I won’t dis…” “But if you fail, it’s not just his key I want back. It’s yours too.” “...very well.” Coming down a corridor, you see a teacher approaching. You decide it’s best to stop eavesdropping on whatever conversation you just heard, and enter. [[11-3d<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] “Ah $name . $Ash was just updating me on her progress in training you.” $Ash makes shaky eye contact with you as your teacher looks at the clock. “Sadly it seems we’ve spent too much time talking and not enough doing, right $Ash ? We will just have to skip your inspection today.” You and $Ash take a seat as the classroom swiftly fills with the rest of the class. The class begins, with your teacher seemingly more agitated than normal. Even if it might incur her wrath, you find it hard to pay attention. You glance at the key around $Ash ‘s ankle. Even if it’s only symbolic of her power over you, Miss $Gray may insist on taking it back, along with the literal control it gives. Thoughts about the future of your chastity hound you until the lesson mercifully ends. [[11-3e<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] “Ah $name . $Ash was just updating me on her progress in training you.” $Ash makes shaky eye contact with you as your teacher looks at the clock. “Sadly it seems we’ve spent too much time talking and not enough doing, right $Ash ? We will just have to skip your inspection today.” You and $Ash take a seat as the classroom swiftly fills with the rest of the class. The class begins, with your teacher seemingly more agitated than normal. Even if it might incur her wrath, you find it hard to pay attention. //Just what were they talking about?// Some way through the lesson, Miss $Gray sets you off on some independent tasks, but you can’t help but notice your teacher disappearing, along with $Ash , no doubt seeking some privacy to finish their discussion. Ten minutes later, they return, both of them looking visibly frustrated, and shortly after, the lesson ends. [[11-3e<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 16>>\ The rest of the day is a blur of noise. Concentrating on anything proves impossible. Normally, you would consider it a good thing when your teacher doesn’t give you an inspection, but under these circumstances, it can’t be because of anything good. It’s a relief when the final bell of the day rings, and you’re able to go home, until you see $Ash . <<if $AshMad is 0>>“Hey, I hope you don’t have any plans for the rest of the day. We’ve got some things to talk about.” [[11-3f NM<-Continue][$M to $M + 30, $L to $L - 2]]\ <<else>>”Hey little bitch, you better come with me because we’ve got some things to talk about.” [[11-3f M<-Continue][$M to $M + 30]]<</if>>

“So what’s up?” You ask after a pleasant journey to her house, albeit one in which she avoided that same question. ”Well, I think it’s almost time you were rewarded after doing so much for me.” She presses her body into yours and moves her hand down between your pants and your body so that it can rub your caged dick. You try to kiss her but she launches herself backwards. “I said almost. There’s one more thing I need you to do for me first though. I know this will push you, but I need you to do this for me.” “What is it?” She slowly walks towards her closet but she’s hesitant to reply. You can tell she’s picking her words carefully. “Well, you’ve been wearing women’s underwear for a while now. You probably wear more women’s clothing than men’s on a daily basis. And if you’re going to wear all that to an all girls’ school, then why not just take the final step?” She pulls out an outfit attached to a hanger. It’s a classical sailor girl uniform, with a white blouse and blue pleated skirt. [img[Images/C - Uniform - blue.png]] “I want you to wear this for me. To school.” “You’re serious, aren’t you?” She sultrily walks up to you, now allowing you to kiss her. When she pulls away, she holds the uniform up to your body. “Look, it’s a perfect fit! And I know you’d look stunning in it. You’d have to, with all the hard work you’ve put in! Just think of all the things you’ve done to look pretty, like shaving your legs, wearing lingerie daily, taking hormone pills. You’ve been the best sissy I could ever ask for. When you think about all that, surely this doesn’t seem that bad, does it?” “I don’t know $Ash , I know how everyone will react. I could hide everything before, but this…” “And that’s why I’d be even more proud of you for doing this. Besides, what would be the point in doing all this if you back out before you get your reward? Come on sissy, what do you say? Will you wear the uniform for me tomorrow?” <<if $L gt 7>>//A reward? I'd do anything for some relief right now//<<elseif $S gt 7>>//I'm so stressed out right now, I don't think wearing this uniform is the right thing to do//<<else>>//Am I really considering doing this?//<</if>> [[11-3f NM Agree<-Agree to wear the uniform]] [[11-3f NM Refuse<-Refuse to wear the uniform]]

[img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] "So what’s up?” You ask after a very condescending journey to her house in which she insisted on berating you, as well as moaning about Miss $Gray . “Of all the teachers we could get lumped with, it just had to be her, didn’t it? We were fine going at my pace, but that megalomaniacal bitch just can’t stand someone else getting an inch of power, can she?” “What are you talking about?” “I mean, could she not see how well I was doing? I was doing a better job than she was, wasn’t I?” Throughout her extensive tirade, she’s turning on the TV in the room, and looking for a distinct file on the connected computer. “Aha! Found it! Now, $name , maybe you would do as I asked anyway, but if this works, then I’ll never struggle to persuade you again! You just need to sit down here, shut up, and watch.” She guides you onto the bed so that you’re facing the TV. “The “show” will start in a moment. In the meantime, I need to cool off.” She walks out, slamming the door behind her. You can’t be sure, but you think you heard the sound of a lock activating afterwards. The “show”, does in fact, promptly begin, and a spiral starts forming in the center of your vision. [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] “Relax.” “Breathe in.” “And out.” Alone in the room, you could sit and watch the hypnosis, or you could explore your surroundings. $Ash ‘s room is more than familiar to you now, but you’ve never had a chance to properly look around. It’s slightly messier than normal, thanks to her enraged diatribe on Miss $Gray resulting in the tossing of many garments and bedding. Under her bed, there are several cloth storage boxes lining the frame. Her closet refuses to close thanks to the seemingly endless number of garments she has that couldn’t possibly all fit in. A bedside table holds a lamp, a disorganized pile of bracelets, as well as a novel with a bookmark splitting the middle. At her desk, she has a turned off computer, along with a collection of romance novels littering the above bookshelves. [[11-3f Door<-Try the door]] [[11-3f Under Bed<-Check out the boxes under her bed]] [[11-3f Closet<- Explore out her closet]] [[11-3f Table<-Investigate the bedside table]] [[11-3f Computer<-Go over to the desk]] [[11-3f Hypno<-Watch the hypnosis]]

<<set $Fem to 41>>\ “Okay. I’ll do it.” “You will? That’s great! I knew you had it in you!” She kisses you before you even get a chance to react. “Why don’t you try it on now? I’d love to see it in action before tomorrow?” If you weren’t willing to do it in front of $Ash , then there’s no way you could do it to school, so you strip down like you’re used to doing in front of women in your life, removing your male pants, blazer and shirt, before $Ash passes you the blouse and skirt. It’s a classic pairing you’ve seen many times at school and in anime, but you’d never thought you’d be wearing it yourself. <<if $CL[2] is 101>>”Hosiery works so much better with a girl’s outfit than those ugly old socks, $name . You’ll look silly if you do that tomorrow.” <</if>><<if $CL[1] is 101>>”Come on $name , I thought you were better than this. Those boxers are just not appropriate if you’re going to be wearing a skirt.” <</if>><<if $CL[1] isnot 101 and $CL[2] isnot 101>>”I have to say, I love your lingerie. I can’t wait for you to wear it under your uniform tomorrow!”<</if>> “I normally put on my blouse first.” She comments as she takes the skirt from your hands. You do as she suggests and drop the blouse on top of your head, wriggling your arms through so that is settles nicely on your chest. “It’s going to look so much cuter once your boobs become more prominent.” She teasingly whispers in your ears. “How about I help you with this?” She holds the skirt at your feet while you step daintily inside it. Slowly, she pulls it up your legs. Once it rests at your hips, you can hear the faint metallic sound of the zipper. “What do you think?” She orients your body so that you’re both the target of the mirror. There’s one attractive girl, with peerless beauty thanks to her flowing hair, stunning makeup and unrivaled body. And then there’s you, who is in character up to your neck, but only for there to be a massive discord between the face and the attire. Suffice to say, you look very much like a guy, despite all the feminization $Ash and Miss $Gray have paired up to force on you. “You look great sissy, don’t worry! In the future, we can do more about your face to make it more girly, but let’s just take one step at a time, and I’m so proud of you for taking this one.” For a second time, her lips lock with yours, and the intimate connection lasts several seconds before her mouth retreats. “You have no idea how much this turns me on, seeing you like this. I would love to give you that present now, but I need to make sure you’ll do as you’ve promised. I’ll tell you what, I’ll come to your house before school, and then we can walk together, okay?” After a final kiss, $Ash encourages you to undress and put on your male clothes, but promises to give the uniform to you tomorrow, since you won’t “conveniently lose it.” The journey home is a slow one with anxiety over tomorrow weighing you down. There’s no way this can end well. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $S to $S + 3, $L to $L + 2]]

“I can’t do that $Ash . I can’t wear it to school.” She immediately looks disheartened and panicked. “Sure you can, is it really that much more than what you do already? I know it will be more obvious to people that you’re a sissy, but you have to know that they have already figured that out, right?” “Wait, what?” You're as panicked now as she appeared to be. “Come on girl, it’s obvious to everyone. Even if your mannerisms didn’t give it away, your obvious subservience to Miss $Gray did. And that’s not to mention that shirts tend to get untucked, or how your ankles are exposed when you sit down. Hell, if someone asks you to take hormone pills and your first instinct isn’t to slap them in the face, then don’t you think you would have given some smaller hints of your girliness to people without you noticing?” You’re not only blushing ferociously, but you’re enraged at both $Ash and Miss $Gray . Both of them had calmed your nerves by deceiving you into thinking how subtle your forced feminization was. “I can’t believe you’ve been lying to me all this time.” “Awww sweetie, it was for the best. If I hadn’t you probably wouldn’t have had the confidence to get where I wanted you to be. But now that the cat’s out the bag, wouldn’t it feel great to admit to the world who you are. You have to admit, the uniforms are pretty sexy.” “I’m not going to listen to this anymore.” You storm out the room, but her voice is following you. “Wait $name , please! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I just want what is best for you.” You’re hurling expletives her way while you open the front door to leave. Her revelation has thrown any care about your cage out the window. Just as you’re about to leave however, you catch a rare sight in your peripheral vision. $Ash is on her knees, begging you, not seducing you, but actually begging you to reconsider. It’s hard to tell if they’re forced or not, but tears are definitely crawling down her face. “I am sorry. I really am. I know this has been hard on you. You’ve had to do things most men would never dream of, but you did it all, and I couldn’t be prouder of you. My only regret is that you will never realize how much this means to me. But if you don’t want to wear the outfit, then okay, I understand.” Standing at the open door, you're shocked at $Ash humbling herself in front of you. Frustratingly, it does make you less angry, even though she knew what she was doing all that time. Seeing her on her knees, you wonder what to do. [[11-3f NM Refuse 2<-Leave]] [[11-3f NM Refuse Change<-Agree to wear the uniform]]

<<set $Fem to 42>>\ Despite the rare visage of an apologetic $Ash , you shut the door behind you with no regrets and head back home. It’s not the most surprising thing to learn that she was using you, but to hear her admit it was like a brick in the face. <<if $Code is 0>>The journey is a slow, reflective one. If $Ash remains in control of your chastity cage, then it’s safe to say you won’t be seeing your penis for a long, long time.<<else>>The journey is a slow, reflective one. As long as your chastity situation remains the same, you can still unlock the cage by yourself, and with the monkey of $Ash seemingly off your back, this day could be seen as a good one, even if you’re no longer in the “ignorance is bliss” stage of your feminization.<</if>> [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $S to $S + 3, $L to $L - 2]]

<<set $Fem to 41>>\ “Fine…I’ll…I’ll wear the uniform.” “You will? That’s great!” Her expression flips from melancholic to overjoyed instantly. After jumping off the ground, she dashes to you and connects her lips with yours. “Oh I just can’t wait! To make you more comfortable, I’ll come to your house tomorrow morning with the uniform so we can walk together, okay? You should go home now and make sure you’re prepared, so get a lot of sleep!” She practically pushes you out the door, almost as if she didn’t want to give you a chance to complain about her comments, or back out of your promise. And with her meeting you before school tomorrow, there’s no opportunity to bail. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $S to $S + 3, $L to $L - 2]]

<<set $L to $L + 1, $M to $M + 10>>\ You head over to the bed and kneel down to better pull out the boxes. The first has a collection of “normal” toys, for a girl at least. There’s a number of dildos, a few butt plugs, a vibrator and some bottles of lubricant. In the second, there's a boutique's worth of old makeup. Eye shadow palettes that are almost scraped clean, lipstick capsules that when opened, have only the smallest amount of wax there that it would take to be recognized as “lipstick”, nail polish bottles that can be seen through, mascara wands mismatched from their original tubes, blush palettes that have been thrown around so much that the powder separates from the plastic the moment you open them, brushes coated in a rainbow of powders from hundreds of products without a wash. There are even some half used perfume bottles that $Ash must have gotten bored of and tossed in here. In the third, there’s what seems like miles of rope in black, pink and white. There’s a bunch of gags, from ball gags, to gags that force your mouth perpetually open. There’s even a couple that come with a mini dildo attached. There are handcuffs, anklecuffs, and what you assume would be called “kneecuffs”. There are nipple clamps and clothes pegs, blindfolds and fur lined ear muffs. There’s a crop and a paddle beneath the whip and cane. And before your mind gets blown with whatever THAT is for, you decide to slide the box back under the bed. The final box is more mundane, though $Ash has a tendency to turn mundane things into sexy things. There are a lot of wires that are tangled together as well as a professional microphone, along with a pair of headphones, as well as a matching VR headset. In a small box, there’s a collection of USB sticks, no doubt filled with $Ash ‘s audible machinations. //Maybe she was too stressed out to tie me up and use the headset// <<if $L gt 9>>[[11-3f Ash Return<-Return]]<<else>>[[11-3f Ash Room<-Return]]<</if>>

<<set $L to $L + 1>>\ [img[Images/Hanging dresses.jpg]] The moment you open the closet doors, apparel falls out onto your feet. It’s jam packed with clothing of all kinds. Her school attire has definitely been given the most care. They’re all hung up neatly with multiples of each. The white blouses are stainless and the pleated skirts are all ironed flawlessly. Some of them look so good you could swear they were new. There are also several summer dresses hung up, though they definitely aren’t $Ash ‘s style. That is represented by the rest of the closet, which is made up of tiny dresses, whorish skirts, and many blouses and crop tops, many of which are either fishnet patterned or sheer. There are also various shoes on the floor of the closet, most of which have a heel. You would have expected $Ash to have more than what there seems to be here, but that’s when you realize the shelf above the hung clothing doesn’t contain random boxes, but rather, shoe boxes, all of which are presumably full of her sandals, pumps and boots. <<if $L gt 9>>[[11-3f Ash Return<-Return]]<<else>>[[11-3f Ash Room<-Return]]<</if>>

<<set $L to $L + 1>>\ Wondering over to the bedside table, you examine what’s on there. The many bracelets are, unsurprisingly, all feminine, with dangling charms and pink and purple beads. The drawers, unsurprisingly, contain her underwear, with panties coming first before the bras, and then hosiery. You were going to neglect the book that’s on there, but you’re too intrigued by the cover to leave it. “Beneath her heel” reads the title, and a fitting image of only a woman’s leg wearing a heel covers up most of the front page. [img[Images/Heel book.jpg]] Flipping to the page $Ash has bookmarked, you see that one line has been highlighted with a pen: “You worked years for this ring; a ring that I could throw away and crush your heart. I’ve had much nicer jewelry from much richer men with much bigger dicks. Why should I value this cheap trash?” Flipping through the book, you see earlier sections are similarly underlined and annotated. Page 17: “Honey, if he isn’t pleasing you, leave his ass.” Page 39: “I’ve told you before, my dear husband, I’m not interested in going to another state. I want to see the world. Maybe your waiter position just doesn’t give you enough money.” Page 73: “The Bahamas?! That’s amazing. Your husband must have been saving for months! I guess he’ll be getting some good sex.” “Oh, I doubt it, Christopher isn’t coming.” Page 84: “Welcome back honey! How was your trip?” “Fantastic, I met so many new people, bought so many shoes, and I fucked a hung bachelor who hit on me. Be a dear and bring in my bags, will you?” You close the book with a thud. //No wonder $Ash has such an active imagination// <<if $L gt 9>>[[11-3f Ash Return<-Return]]<<else>>[[11-3f Ash Room<-Return]]<</if>>

<<set $L to $L + 1>>\ [img[Images/Desktop.jpg]] After pressing the power button and hearing the distinct revving up of a computer’s engine, you’re eager to see what $Ash has on her computer, until you’re hit in the face with two words you were stupidly not expecting: “Pin required” //Of course there’s a pin required! I’m so stupid!// <<if $Code is 0 and $L gt 9>>There’s no way of knowing what the code is. Hell, you don’t even know how many numbers are required, nevermind the fact that $Ash might be alerted to someone failing to log into her computer. The best thing to do is give up. [[11-3f Ash Return<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Code is 0 and $L lt 10>>There’s no way of knowing what the code is. Hell, you don’t even know how many numbers are required, nevermind the fact that $Ash might be alerted to someone failing to log into her computer. The best thing to do is give up. [[11-3f Ash Room<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Code is 1>>//A code? Hmmmmm….wait, that’s it! The code she used for my chastity cage!// You input the digits: 7...4...7...7...9 And press [[11-3f Computer 2<-enter]]<</if>>

<<set $AshMistress to 1>>\ [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] It’s such a beautiful spiral, full of beautiful pink and black swirls that endlessly go round and round, like a carousel - a beautiful carousel filling you with it’s inspiring words of femininity and submission. It would be hard to look away, but you wouldn’t know because you never try once in the proceeding hours of hypnotic induction. [[11-3f Ash Return<-Continue][$H to 20 , $L to 10]]

<<if $AshHack is 5>><<set $Fem to 44>>When you hear the unlocking of the door, you jump onto the bed and feign as though you’re entranced. “It’s good to see that the video is working like intended .” She sounds much calmer now, perhaps for the same reason she’s slurring some of her words. She enters the room and turns off the hypnosis before walking up to you. “I’m sure you’re feeling nice and submissive my sweet little girl, but I’m going to have to test that theory tomorrow, I’m too tired right now. You should go home, but don’t worry, I’ll see you early in the morning.” She lets you show yourself out. On the walk home, it’s hard not to wonder what she has planned. While you did block out the hypnosis, that means you have no idea what it was saying. //Tomorrow is DEFINITELY going to be an interesting day// [[Room 0<-Continue][$M to $M + 30]]\ <<else>><<set $H to 20, $Fem to 43>><<set $AshMistress to 1>>The spiral suddenly turns to black. Now, your vision is filled with the beautiful image of Mistress $Ash , standing in front of you, looking downwards at you like you love for her to do. “I’m sure you’re feeling nice and submissive my sweet little girl, but I’m going to have to test that theory tomorrow, I’m too tired right now. You should go home, but don’t worry, I’ll see you early in the morning.” Distraught fills your soul at the hearing of Mistress $Ash being anguished, but she knows what’s best, so you leave as requested. [[Room 0<-Continue][$M to $M + 30]]<</if>>

[img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] <<if $L lt 3>>“Relax.” “Breathe in.” “And out.” The hypnosis isnot getting to you, despite it singing in the otherwise silent room.\ <<elseif $L lt 5>>”You’re feeling sleepy.” “So sleepy.” “My sleepy little sissy.” You’re starting to feel rather horny, and the urge to stop looking around the room and watch the hypnosis is beginning to kick in.\ <<elseif $L lt 7>>”When you fall, you’ll be completely under my spell.” “Powerless to my commands.” “My helpless toy.” It’s very hard to ignore the spiral calling you to gaze into it’s beauty.\ <<elseif $L lt 9>>”My trigger word is being installed in you.” “And when I say it, your mind will go blank, and you’ll be my servant.” “A blank canvas, for all Mistresses' desires.” The spiral is so beautiful, so almost, irresistible.\ <<elseif $L gt 8>>”The last of your strength is fading.” “Slipping away like smoke in your hand.” “Close your eyes, sissy, you’re mine.” //Must not...give in//<</if>> Alone in the room, you could sit and watch the hypnosis, or you could explore your surroundings. $Ash ‘s room is more than familiar to you now, but you’ve never had a chance to properly look around. It’s slightly messier than normal, thanks to her enraged diatribe on Miss $Gray resulting in the tossing of many garments and bedding. Under her bed, there are several cloth storage boxes lining the frame. Her closet refuses to close thanks to the seemingly endless number of clothes she has that couldn’t possibly all fit in. A bedside table holds a lamp, a disorganized pile of bracelets, as well as a novel with a bookmark splitting the middle. At her desk, she has a turned off computer, along with a collection of romance novels littering the above bookshelves. [[11-3f Door<-Try the door]] [[11-3f Under Bed<-Check out the boxes under her bed]] [[11-3f Closet<- Explore out her closet]] [[11-3f Table<-Investigate the bedside table]] <<if $AshHack lt 4>>[[11-3f Computer<-Go over to the desk]]<<elseif $AshHack is 4>>[[11-3f Computer 2<-Use the computer]]<<else>>[[11-3f Computer<-Use the computer]]<</if>> [[11-3f Hypno<-Watch the hypnosis]]

<<set $L to $L + 1, $M to $M + 10>>\ [img[Images/Door handle.jpg]] Heading over to the door and trying it, you confirm what you were already sure of. $Ash locked it on her way out, forcing you to stay in here. //Since when was there a lock in this door?// Until she returns, you’ve got no choice but to let the slippery words of the video slither into you. <<if $L gt 9>>[[11-3f Ash Return<-Return]]<<else>>[[11-3f Ash Room<-Return]]<</if>>

“Welcome $Ash .” The desktop immediately shows contrast with her room. It’s very organized with links for all the things she needs at her fingertips. There’s one for each of her subjects at school, as well as one particularly intriguing one: diary. The curiosity overwhelms you and you click the link. The file seems to go back months, well before she even met you. It was even updated as late as last night! [[11-3f Computer Before<-Look at the earlier logs]] [[11-3f Computer After<-Look at the later logs]] <<if $AshHack gt 2>>$Ash ‘s diary entries are both damning of her as a person, but also incriminating. From her social engineering, to ensuring you two would be sat together, to her extortion of Miss $Gray . If your teacher knew what was on here, she’d no doubt be pissed, perhaps well enough to get your key off $Ash for good, or at the very least, a boat load of brownie points. Hell, she might be willing to remove your chastity cage from the equation entirely. As optimistic as that proposition is, it’s incredibly tempting. Looking at all the files, you figure the best way to share them with Miss $Gray would be to email them to her through $Ash ‘s account and then delete the trace of them, just like $Ash did to extort her. [[11-3f Computer Extort<-Send the files to your teacher][$AshHack to 5]] [[11-3f Ash Room<-Log out of the computer][$AshHack to 4]]<</if>>

<<if $AshHack is 2>><<set $AshHack to 3>><<elseif $AshHack is 0>><<set $AshHack to 1>><</if>>\ Her diary talks about her past relationships, including the one she mentioned in your first week at Farrix! An excerpt helps explain why the relationship failed: “This one’s another bust. I jokingly sprayed some perfume on him and he did not respond well at all. He did the awkward bit for me and broke up after I made an issue out of it. I swear, if I don’t start having luck soon, I’m going to have to hypnotize them in their sleep or something.” There’s some more details about her relationships before that one too. “I just don’t get it! He had long hair and always did his nails black. I thought he would be willing to go for the idea, maybe even enjoy it. But not even for the prospect of sex was he going to put on some lingerie. Maybe I needed to tease him more.” “Tried talking to a guy in a bar. He was already a bit tipsy, so I encouraged him to have some more. I thought it was going well when he was willing to buy my drinks, but then as I was topping up my lipstick, I joked that he should put some on. I promptly left at some point through the proceeding homophobic rant.” “Stole his boxers when he was asleep. I said he could borrow some of my underwear. He laughed it off and went home commando.” “Met a guy dressed as Harley Quinn at a party. I started hitting on him but then Batman came over and told me they were in a relationship.” “Met a drag queen tonight, he seems to have potential.” “Turns out not all drag queens are into dressing like a girl all the time. Or like taking it in the butt.” There’s also one other log of interest: “Miss $Gray gave me a detention just like I had planned. Well, not quite. She was too nice after I failed to hand in my homework, so I had to resort to insulting her, and it’s pretty hard to come up with good insults on the spot when you look like her, but I just called her a boyfriendless loser who only got a job because of her “friends”. It was probably a bit excessive. Well definitely, because I only wanted a detention today, not the rest of the month, but anyway. My firework went off in the locker room just as I thought it would in the middle of my detention. So when the fire alarm sounded, Miss $Gray rushed towards the door. She checked to see if I was coming, but I pretended that I was struggling to put my shoes back on, which I had taken off, and said I’d catch up. The moment she left the room though, I ran to her computer. I was relieved she left it unlocked, otherwise this would have all been for nothing. I figured I had maybe 10 minutes before they realized what the issue was and everyone would come back inside. So many files were locked behind a second password wall that I had no chance of getting through, so I looked at what I could. I’m happy to say I found all I wanted, and more. There were some emails between her and her “friends”, which was all I had intended on getting. I sent them to myself and deleted them from her outbox, as well as taking pictures of them with my phone. With her contacts, I knew this meant I could get pretty much anything I wanted through blackmailing her, on top of the easy A’s throughout the rest of the year. Having a teacher in my back pocket for the next few years will make life so much easier. But that wasn’t the high note of this escapade. As I was going through her emails, there was one that caught my attention. It was from some bigwig who no doubt makes ten times what she does. Anyway, she said that there’s a boy coming to Farrix! It will be listed as a temporary “clerical” thing, but that Miss $Gray ‘s friends will fill her in on the details. I did try to search for those emails, but the fire alarm stopped sounding, so I couldn’t risk it. When Miss $Gray returned, I pretended I had just got back myself. I couldn’t stop staring at Miss $Gray for the rest of my detention. Just what were her and her friends up to? Perhaps I’ll know in the future. For right now, I’ve decided not to tell my teacher what I have on her. Mainly because of the other thing I learned today. A boy at Farrix? This seems like the perfect opportunity. Since I know he’ll be here a long time, I can be slow and gentle with this. He’ll be incredibly horny, surrounded by girls all day, but also incredibly lonely and desperate for any companionship, which is perfect for me! I’m going to use my favor with Miss $Gray to make this easier as well. I can make sure we’re in the same class. She could even sit us right next to each other!" [[11-3f Computer 2<-Return]]

<<if $AshHack is 1>><<set $AshHack to 3>><<elseif $AshHack is 0>><<set $AshHack to 2>><</if>>\ You navigate your way to the date you first started Farrix. Unsurprisingly, they’re more detailed. “Today was the day $name started Farrix. It would have been nice if he was showing some feminine signs right off the bat (he would look great with long hair!) but I suppose I shouldn't complain. He isn’t muscular or big in the least, so the process should be a little easier in that regard. He also didn’t seem to be very confident, so the fact a girl would talk with him would likely blow his mind. True to her word, Miss $Gray ensured we were sat together. Annoyingly though, she had to keep him back today, so I never got a chance to introduce myself. But that’s okay. We’ve got all the time in the world.” <<if $Day2Fem is 1>>”I had a chance to talk with him today, and it couldn’t have gone better! I asked him if he was feminine, and he admitted it! This is a better sign than almost everyone I’ve talked to. I know it’s still rather early, but I think he might be the one. In fact, I’m going to try and push his limits tomorrow. I’ll take him to that quiet room no one uses and see if I can’t get him to wear my panties. If I can get him to do that, then I think the sky’s the limit!”\ <<else>>”I got a chance to talk with him today, and he’s actually rather sweet. Even if he didn’t admit to being feminine, I think I can manipulate him into this. He certainly didn't seem too bashful as to not consider the idea, but I might have to take a different approach, maybe tease him more.”<</if>> “I happened to “run” into him as he was leaving from a meeting with Miss $Gray . It seems he knows he’s going to be here for a while. After I was having to pretend we weren’t going to see each other again, maybe he’ll see me differently now. Since he knows he isn’t going to Morton, he doesn’t get another chance to make new friends, so he should be even more reliant on me. Regardless, I invited him to my house on Monday. It should be much easier to put my plan into action there.<<if $Stoleipstick is 1>> As if that weren’t enough though, he was wearing lipstick when he left $Gray ‘s classroom. I’m unsure why, but the fact he wasn’t scrubbing it off when he had the chance tells me he’s more susceptible to this than I thought. <</if>>” You skip forward several pages to a more recent passage, past mentions of malls, pantyhose and making out. “It’s finally done! She was incredibly resistant, but we managed to come to a deal. In exchange for control over $name ‘s chastity, I have to delete all the material I have on $Gray . I’m not sure I’m going to do that, but I don’t think I should use it against her again. She was shouting a lot, and it really hit me how hot this fire I’m playing with is. If I was really pushing her too much, she could no doubt ask her friends to take it from me, or worse. Not only that though, she can take back control of her key whenever she wants. I don’t like it, but it seemed I had no choice. Finally, she insisted I wear a chastity belt too, and that I only release her when I release myself. Like I’ll do that! She knows it’s so easy for me to cheat that I don’t know what the point of it is. Anyway, I’ll wear it to school if I must. I’d be willing to do much worse for control of $name if I had to. Now that I have control of her, I can begin my extensive plan of feminizing her. I’ve decided to start with stockings. That should help her ease into the sexuality aspects of my goal too.” “Today I surprised the sissy with a morning visit. But before I woke her up, I looked around her room. It was still awfully masculine. Not only the decor, but the few traces of men’s clothes she has. But it did give me several ideas, but those are for a later date. I made her tell her lovely friend, $Hannah , exactly who she is. I could see the reaction in $Hannah ‘s eyes - the exact response I wanted to create in her. She was disgusted, almost disbelieving of who she had been living with. Almost. I’m sure she thought about it though, and it started to make sense, until she probably thought she was foolish for not seeing it sooner. It is a shame, really, she seemed nice when I talked to her beforehand, so wide-eyed and kind. I’m going to make sure to nurture her feelings of disgust in the next few weeks. “Bumping” into her at the park should be easy enough. Maybe I’ll even “drop” a dildo and lingerie I was getting for $name . That should add some fuel to the fire. If this works as planned, $name will be even more reliant on me than before.” There’s one final entry: “$Gray and I had another discussion today. She still thinks I’m taking this too slowly, despite everything I’ve done - the hormone pills, the stockings, the dildo sucking. It’s infuriating that no matter what I do, she seems to be disappointed. She asked me to come in early tomorrow morning for another talk. She could be ruining my control of her before it’s even taken off. I need to do whatever I can to ensure that doesn’t happen, even if I have to rush plans a bit. If that’s what it takes, I’ll do it.” [[11-3f Computer 2<-Return]]

$Ash be damned after what she’s done to you. You copy the files and send them to Miss $Gray , deleting the emails from $Ash ‘s record immediately after. You trust that your teacher will figure out they’re from you based on the fact $Ash isn’t dumb enough to do this. Only serving to add to your nerves, there’s no response from Miss $Gray , and you figure there never will be, over email at least. It will be bad enough to her that $Ash kept a log of her blackmail, without adding to it herself. //Tomorrow is going to be an interesting day// Through the nerves though, you actually feel incredibly excited. There’s no way your teacher shouldn’t appreciate this, and the chance of finally getting a measure of revenge on $Ash spurs you on. It spurs you on so much, that for the next few hours, you manage to block out the hypnotic messaging of her video, ignoring the effects of it entirely! Whatever devious plans she had were just foiled. [[11-3f Ash Return<-Continue][$S to $S - 2, $H to 20]]

<<set $H to 7>>\ <<set $W11A1 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>\ <<set $W11A3 to 1>>\ ”Hi sweetie, how are you feeling?” $Ash has again entered your room during your slumber, a habit you hope will not continue. She tears open the curtains to let in the violent sunlight, revealing it to be a hot, clear day. “A great day to wear a skirt, wouldn’t you agree? Now come on, strip and we’ll get you ready.” //I guess it wasn’t a dream// $Ash pulls out a Farrix uniform from her bag. The blue flared skirt and white sailor blouse are identical in style to what all students wear to Farrix. And today, it’s what you wear too. “Hurry up and get dressed, we wouldn’t want to be late for $Gray .” $Ash ‘s mothering of you isnot welcomed this early in the morning, especially when you’re really regretting agreeing to wear the uniform. [img[Images/C - Uniform - blue.png]] “$Ash , I don’t know if I can.” “Oh right, my bad. I was so excited I forgot about your lingerie! Let me see what I have to decide from.” She starts rummaging through your drawers, and you quickly understand how her room gets so messy if she just tosses anything to the floor if she doesn’t like it. A pile of hosiery and panties form behind her as though she were a dog digging a hole. “This would be nice, but this is even better! But wait, they wouldn’t match with these. Hmmm. Aha, these are perfect, and so fitting, don’t you think?” She holds in her hands a pair of pink panties - her pink panties that she wanted you to wear so long ago! “I just think it would be too perfect if the thing that got you to wear that skirt and blouse was under it!” “Go ahead and put them on.” She pitches the underwear at you, and it lands humiliatingly on your face, where it stays before it finally drops and you catch them. After you slide them up your legs, you await further instructions. “Here, catch.” Her next thrown item is a pair of sheer black pantyhose. You stand in disbelief that this is actually happening. That this girl is making you wear women’s clothes to school. “You’re going to have to be faster than that sissy.” The hose land gently on your feet. “Just make sure to not go too fast. I’d rather be late than rock up with a ladder in my pantyhose.” After once again following instructions, $Ash evaluates your legs. <<if $ShaveLegs gt 7>>”Ugh, I could throw up at the sight of that body hair. If only we had time to shave them. Oh well, you’re only going to feel silly with that look, but it’s your fault.”\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs gt 2>>”It’s nice to see you’re keeping on top of your shaving. Still, for a moment like this, I would have made sure they were devoid of hair.”\ <<else>>”Those are some really sexy legs you’re rocking girl. Make sure to keep shaving them.”<</if>> “Now we can’t forget about a bra, can we? Let’s see what selection we have here.” Opening up your last underwear drawer, $Ash considers the selection. <<if $Bra8 is 0 and $Bra2 is 0 and $Bra3 is 0 and $Bra4 is 0 and $Bra5 is 0 and $Bra6 is 0>>”No real bras, huh sissy? That is a shame. It would be improper to not wear one with your tits. But whose fault is that? You’ll just have to suffer and wonder if everyone’s staring at your nipples.”\ <<else>>”Hmmm, they’re nice, but I don’t think they’ll quite match the look I want to go for. Fortunately, I planned for this.” She returns to her bag, pulling out another feminine item of clothing. This time, it’s a pink bra. “Just like your pretty panties! Let me help you with it.” [img[Images/C/Bra5 400.jpg]] $Ash walks behind you, puts the cups around your chest and clips the bra hooks at the back. After tugging it a bit higher, she helps your arms find their way through the straps. “Perfect, matching underwear, just like a real woman!”<</if>> “Finally, you’re ready for the uniform of Farrix Academy for Girls in all its glory.” She hands you the blouse first. The two of you keep intimate eye contact as it’s slipped over your head and you put your arms through the holes. “And the skirt.” Daintly, you point your toes and step into it, delicately pulling it up your legs. It glides across your pantyhose before resting on your hips, ending just where your blouse begins. Still locked in each others’ eyes, you zip it up. $Ash looks like she’s breathing heavier now, as though an orgasm were building just by seeing you like this. “You are…so..hot.” Lips lock instead of eyes. She controls your movement, grabbing you by the back of the head and keeping you there. There’s passion in your mouths now, as though she weren’t feeling it before, like she was forcing it. Her crotch grinds into yours and moans seep through the lubricated seal of your lips. “Thank you, $name . Thank you for making my fantasy come true. Come to school with me, and you actually might make me cum!” “I’ll be waiting outside. Put on some shoes and grab a bite to eat if you need to - you’ve got a long day ahead. Come meet me when you’re ready.” She leaves you alone, giving you a chance to process the situation. //I might look like a guy in this uniform. I might be mocked and belittled. But I’m happy wearing this. And $Ash is happy when I wear it too. Maybe that’s all that matters.// Your shoes rest near the door. You’d love to say it took some consideration picking them out, but you know the girl’s flats look so much better than the men’s shoes. You slip them on and head downstairs. <<if $Bra2 is 0 and $Bra3 is 0 and $Bra4 is 0 and $Bra5 is 0 and $Bra6 is 0 and $Bra7 is 0 and $Bra8 is 0 and $Bra9 is 0>>[[11-4 Wear Uniform 2<-Continue][$CL[1] to 1, $CL[2] to 21, $CK[0] to 2, $CK[2] to 3]]\ <<else>>[[11-4 Wear Uniform 2<-Continue][$CL[0] to 1, $CL[1] to 1, $CL[2] to 21, $Bra1 to 1, $CK[0] to 2, $CK[2] to 3]]<</if>>

As $Ash suggested, you head into the kitchen for a quick bite to eat, only for $Hannah to be sat at the table, looking at you as you enter the room. “Oh…hey.” The words timidly leave your mouth like a child caught in a lie. “Hey, $name .” She observes you and your outfit. “You look…you’re going to school like that?” “Yeah, $Ash suggested it.” “Right. Well if that’s what you want to do, I can’t stop you. But you’re sure about this, right?” “Yes, I am.” “And you’re serious about what you said before, aren’t you? About you being a…”sissy.”” The blushing is untameable at this point. “Yes, I was.” “Okay then.” The abrupt end to the conversation makes you not care about the food anymore. There’s tension in the air between you two. While there are many girls in your life who either support or have shown to not care that much about you being feminine, $Hannah doesn’t seem to understand it. $Ash forcing you to tell her about your private escapades seems to have made an unrepairable tear in your friendship that may never recover. You leave the house and meet $Ash outside. [[11-4 Wear Uniform 3<-Continue][$M to 30, $S to $S + 2]]

<<if $S gt 10>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ “There you are. Shall we head off?” She takes the lead and starts walking before you even reply. Two girls in their uniforms. No doubt that from behind, that’s what the two of you look like. Best friends, sisters perhaps, who matched outfits together, who do each other’s makeup, have sleepovers, and talk about boys. It is certainly a warm day. The air flows calmly around you, not enough to distract you, but enough to notice. It flows up your skirt, which raises slightly to the power of the wind, exposing even more of your nylon covered legs. It touches your skin through the thin material of the blouse in a way you’re not used to. Almost as if your top half were naked, but giving you just enough protection to be sure of your modesty. You try to mimic $Ash ‘s movement in the outfit. Even if her skirt is flapping around in the wind, she doesn’t seem concerned with it giving someone a view up her legs. She walks daintier than you, taking smaller steps. She fixes her hair occasionally when the wind takes away from its perfection. “Farrix does allow you to wear socks with a skirt, but I always found that look a little trashy, you know? Even if they can match your skirt, they seem out of place to me. And why would you want to wear them when you can wear pantyhose or stockings instead?” You’ve yet to run into anyone on your journey. The few people that have been about were on the other side of the road, or commuting in cars. But the closer you get to Farrix, the more you know that will change. You’re running later than normal. Not late for the other students, but for your inspection with Miss $Gray . With your attire, she may forgive you, but the issue now is that you’ll be entering Farrix with the rest of the students, all several hundred of them. “The bow on these blouses are mostly cute, but you’ll want to make sure it’s straight throughout the day. It’s quite embarrassing to realize it’s not.” You two are almost there now, and foot traffic is increasing rapidly as smaller streets converge into bigger ones, like the one you’re on. “And now that you’re not wearing pants, you’ll want to be mindful of getting your pantyhose caught on something. They tear incredibly easily. Before you know it, a minor ladder can stretch into a massive rip that is incredibly embarrassing. The school uniform policy doesn’t allow for such styles, so I like to keep a spare pair on me at all times.” You’re walking into Farrix now, through the gates with the hundreds of other students who all wear skirts and blouses. The unidirectional approach means not many people have looked at your face yet, but that hasn’t stopped the bullets you’re sweating and it’s hard to pay attention to $Ash ‘s fashion advice when you are so uncomfortable. In fact, the only reason you’re not backing out and leaving is because then you’ll be going against the tide of people, drawing attention to yourself. After entering the building, you head to your home room of 68, and get ready to walk in. [[11-4 Wear Uniform 4<-......][$M to 0, $H to 8]]

<<set $WearUniformHorny to 0, $WearUniformStressed to 0>>\ [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] The class is still settling, something you’re not used to walking in on. No one seems to make eye contact with you, or have even recognized it’s you. $Ash sits down next to you, as normal. Certainly, those behind you would have noticed it’s you, but it’s somehow less embarrassing since you can’t see their reaction. You had not looked towards the front until now, but you now see that your teacher is staring directly at you. And when she clocks that you’re looking at her, she begins to smile. Not a devious grin like you’re used to seeing, or the formality of a smile that she gives to other teachers, but a genuinely comforting look. One that makes it seem like she actually cares about you. Just before she starts talking to the class, she gives you a small nod. “Okay class…today we’re covering….” Once your teacher starts you off on your task, $Ash keeps whispering things to you, things you hope the other students can’t wear. “By the way, you might want to keep your legs together. Someone might be able to see your panties.” Just as you begin to get somewhat calm, her murmurs make your heart beat race back up, making blood rush to your cheeks in the process. Your teacher is patrolling the room, helping puzzled students. Eventually, she finds her way to the middle of the classroom, next to $Ash and you . “$Ash , you're doing well.” “Don’t I always?” “Perhaps, but you can always do better. I, for instance, would have this part done a long time ago.” “Well then it’s a shame you wanted me to do it, isn’t it? Why was that again?” “As always $Ash , you can excel, but your attitude brings you down. Come see me after school for detention.” Your teacher’s attention switches to you. “You’re doing very well too. In fact, I could not be prouder; you’re excelling at this. Come see me after school as well.” The class finishes, and as you’re leaving, you notice some of the gazes you’re getting. They’re trying to be subtle, but you aren’t fooled. $Ash walks out with you, holding your hand. “You shouldn’t be nervous, you look so cute! If only we had other lessons together. But I guess I’ll see you later, huh? See ya!” She skips off, dancing away to her next class. This is without a shadow of a doubt, the happiest you've ever seen her. [[11-4 Wear Uniform 5<-Continue][$H to 14]]

By the tail end of the day, you’re actually getting used to your attire. Sure, there’s some shocked looks and stifled snickering whenever you walk into a lesson, but the blushing lasts only as long as their mockery does. Once the class settles, things go seemingly back to normal, or as normal as wearing lingerie under your uniform was yesterday. On the topic of which, in some regards, this is liberating. Before, you had to worry about nylon ankles being exposed, or your shirt untucking and revealing your panties. Now, that’s not a concern. <<if $ShaveLegs gt 6>>The fact that your legs are visibly hairy, even beneath the hosiery, means that most people probably think you’re dressed up as a cruel dare.<<else>>Adding to the embarrassment though, is the fact that your legs aren’t visibly hairy beneath the pantyhose, suggesting this was more than just a cruel dare, but perhaps something you wanted to do.<</if>> When lessons become boring, you notice yourself dangling your flats like you often see other girls doing. <<if $PaintedToes gt 0>>It’s possible that some even got sight of your painted toenails.<</if>> It’s such a bizarre experience, with many conflicting emotions. Despite the embarrassment and strange sense of “coming out , two feelings seem to be prominent. But which stands out more? <<if $WearUniformHorny is 0 and $WearUniformStressed is 0>>\ \ [[11-4 Wear Uniform 5<-The stress][$S to $S + 2, $WearUniformStressed to 1]] [[11-4 Wear Uniform 5<-The lust][$L to $L + 2, $WearUniformHorny to 1]]<</if>>\ <<if $S gt 10>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ <<if $L gt 10>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>\ <<if $WearUniformHorny is 1>>The initial shame was overwhelming, but when you manage to calm down, you feel your body somehow getting turned on by the situation. You can look around at the other hot women, seeing them in their similarly hot outfits. Your own uniform makes you feel more sensitive, like you have heightened senses. Your barely covered legs feel sexy in their exposed pantyhose, and having more of your arms open to contact makes you feel touched from more angles than what you’re used to. Perhaps after all that time sexualizing attractive women in their outfits, you started to find the clothes themselves hot! Without checking, it’s hard to know - but you’re sure your panties are stained with stringy precum from your chastised clitty. [[11-4 Wear Uniform 6<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $WearUniformStressed is 1>>No matter what angle you optimistically try to view this from, you’re still overwhelmed by the situation, and barely managing to keep it together. Words inisting you’re a man swirl around in your head. //I’m not a woman just because I’m wearing a dress. Even if it is to an all female school. In fact, it’s not an all female school, because I’m here. And I’m a man.// Thoughts of the world splitting so that you can fall through also seem to plague you. [[11-4 Wear Uniform 6<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 16>>\ <<set $CC3 to 3>><<set $CC2 to 0>>\ The final bell of the day should signal the thankful end of this terrifying situation, but you were also told to visit Miss $Gray , so you’ll have to hold your sigh of relief. When you walk into room 68, $Ash is already in the classroom, talking with Miss $Gray . “There you are” your domineering teacher yells across the room. “Let me compliment you on having the confidence to wear the girl’s uniform to school. The way $Ash tells it, you were more than willing to, which is exactly the result I wanted to hear when I gave her your key.” “And I appreciated your assistance in training her, Miss $Gray .” $Ash mimicking obedience is a sight you don’t ever expect to get used to. “In light of her success, we’ve agreed to alter the terms of our relationship with you. $Ash will take full control of ensuring your continued feminization. I will step in if necessary, but I don’t expect it will be. As before, any infractions against your standard of uniform will be punished, but now in new ways. I’ll be elaborating on that later. As $Ash has proved herself to be a capable Mistress to you, I will no longer require her to wear her own chastity belt.” “I have to say though, it was interesting to see it from the perspective of a wearer.” //I doubt she ever wore it for more than a day// “Additionally, $Ash made the point to me that you could have very easily copied the key that I gave you. While I am glad she raised this oversight, her own lock is flawed too.” “Miss $Gray has told me that with enough persistence, you could have very easily found the combination, and have let yourself out whenever you wanted.” <<if $Code is 1>>//There goes that cheat code//<<else>>//Maybe I should have tried to escape more when I had the chance//<</if>> “In light of this, we will be locking your clitty in a new chastity cage. $Ash , would you like to do the honors?” Approaching them, your teacher hands her a black box. It’s small enough to handle with one hand, and terrifyingly, it’s free of any kind of patterns or wording on the side. $Ash kneels down in front of you. In one swift motion, she’s dropped your skirt, your pantyhose and your underwear. She spins the tiny dials on the lock until they match the combination. After unhooking it, the cage springs free. $Ash takes both the cage and the ring, before opening up the mysterious black box. Inside a mess of protective transparent paper is another chastity device. The color can best be described as somewhere between black and gray. $Ash removes it from the box. Even from the look alone, you can tell it’s much more secure than any of your prior cages. It looks harder than plastic, but not as rigid as metal. “You’d be surprised what you can get if you look hard enough.” Miss $Gray chirps while $Ash locks it on your cock. “Specifically designed for your clitty, down to the smallest curves and details. And some of the modifications I’ve found for them…well, I won’t ruin the surprise. But best of all, there’s no physical key.” $Ash gets up and you examine the device. It definitely feels lighter than before, and almost less constrive, though that may not remain true if you started to get hard. Just as your teacher alluded to, there’s no keyhole on the device. “The only way it can open is through our thumb print.” $Ash waves her phone at you. “Good luck getting out of it now.” “Now, there is more for us to discuss, but that can wait until later. In the meantime, $Ash wanted to spend the rest of the day with you, correct?” “Yes, I was thinking it would be nice to go to the mall.” “Of course. After how well you’ve both done, you deserve a reward. You’re both dismissed.” $Ash leads you by the hand out of the classroom. [[11-4 Wear Uniform 7<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

[img[Images/Mall event.jpg]] “Why did we have to come here?” $Ash ignores your question yet again as you enter the mall. You’re perpetually looking down in order to not show your face, like you did all the way here. “I just love the mall, don’t you? There’s so much to do here. Even if I promise myself I’m only going to get one thing, I end up getting a hundred. Isn’t it just magical that something could make you lose your control like that? Well, I know you’re used to a lack of control, but I think the mall causes everyone to splash out." For the next few hours, $Ash is practically dragging you through the mall as she window shops, tries on clothing and shoes, looks at the nail art in salon windows, ponders getting the incredibly overpriced jewelry in fancily designed stores, swatches makeup on her arm and sprays perfume bottles. By the end, you’re both exhausted. “I still don’t get why you wanted to come here. We’ve been going back and forth between shops like you had no idea what you actually wanted to get.” “You don’t get it, do you? Starting tomorrow, your training is going to get much harder. And today, I’ve been trying to get you used to that. I want you to know that femininity is a beautiful thing. And now that you’ve gone out in a skirt and blouse, there’s little you can’t do. You can go out in a dress and heels, buy yourself jewelry or get a mani-pedi if you wanted to. The opportunities are as limited as you allow them to be. But if you open your mind, you’ll see that it’s a playground of fun to be had.” Crazy as it seems, her answer seems to have actually helped you. If you’re forced to go to Farrix, maybe you should get as comfortable with it as you can so that it no longer bothers you. $Ash actually has a point. “Well, that, and Miss $Gray wanted me to distract you.” //Wait, what?// [[11-4 Wear Uniform 8<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $S to $S + 2]]

“What do you mean “she wanted you to distract me?”” “Well, before you walked into her classroom earlier, she asked me to keep you busy for a couple of hours. She even gave me 50 bucks in case I wanted to go shopping.” “But why?” $Ash shrugs “I have no clue, but it seemed like it was important so I didn’t want to upset her. But anyway, I should be heading home. And by the way, keep the outfit! It really suits you! Bye sissy!” You’re less concerned with $Ash 's public demeaning of you now, and more with whatever your teacher is planning. //Where would she be trying to keep me away from?// //…// //…// //…// //I’ve got to get home!// [[11-4 Wear Uniform 9<-Continue]]

<<set $Home to 1>>\ <<set $Fem to 50>>\ <<set $PJ4 to 1>>\ <<set $SU2 to 1>>\ <<set $House to 1>>\ <<set $Shoes3 to 1>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[0] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[0] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[0] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[0] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[0] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[0] gt 100>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[0] gt 100>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[0] gt 100>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[0] gt 100>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[0] gt 100>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[1] gt 100>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[1] gt 100>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[1] gt 100>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[1] gt 100>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[1] gt 100>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[2] lt 2>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[2] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[2] lt 2>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[2] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[2] lt 2>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[2] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[2] lt 2>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[2] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[2] lt 2>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[2] to 0>><</if>>\ Even if it does attract more attention, you’re running home now. Miss $Gray is definitely up to something, and it’s never a good thing when she is. When you do arrive home, your exhausted body rushes into the front door and opens it. In the kitchen, there are voices - two of them. You dash in to see $Hannah and Miss $Gray sharing a bottle of wine, both of them giggling. On the table in front of them is a pile of strips upon strips of clothing. “What’s…going…on?” Your lack of breath doesn’t help your authority on the matter. “Ah, you’re finally home!” “I’m glad you are, $name . We have something we need to talk to you about. You see, a few months ago, I started talking to this woman. We hit it off real quick. I’ve never fallen in love with someone so fast. It was going so well, but imagine my surprise when she turns out to be your teacher!” “I was shocked too. It was such a lucky coincidence, really.” “But…you can’t be serious!” “We are, sissy. But there’s more.” “You see, after you and your girlfriend talked to me about who you are, you being a “sissy”, I was incredibly confused, and honestly, kind of grossed out. I would have been happy not seeing you again. I almost told you to leave, but I talked to your teacher here, and she convinced me to see it otherwise. She told me about all the positive aspects of it. I didn’t quite believe her at first, but then she made me a promise - that she would help make you obedient, both at school, and here. But the only way she could do that would be…” “If I moved in!” The two women kiss. “You’re moving in!? Here!?” “That’s right sissy! What a happy family we’ll make, don’t you think?” “Miss $Gray ensures me you’ll be helping out more around the house, and around the school, right sweetie?" “Yes, if you’re ever annoying in my classes, or don’t have an appropriate outfit, expect to be staying late. And don’t ever expect a ride to or from Farrix! That’d be quite unprofessional of me.” “Oh, but speaking of outfits, get used to those girly clothes of yours. Wanna take a guess whose scraps of mens’ clothing this is?” $Hannah points to the pile on the table, and you can deduce what she means. “Everything from your underwear to your school uniform - your boy one - is in tatters. We even threw your shoes out too.” “Don’t bother trying to replace them either. We’ll just do the same.” “And we’ve not even started on what we want you to start doing around the house for us.” “Perhaps we should save that for tomorrow, $Hannah . We don’t want to overload her pretty little mind.” “Hmm, good idea. For the rest of the night, let’s just let him get used to this.” “You mean her?” “Right, of course. It’ll take me a while to get used to that.” “That’s fine. You’ll be as dominant as me in no time. Now, I think you should say goodnight, $name . We’ll talk more tomorrow.” The women start talking between themselves while you stand in the doorway dumbfounded at their revelation. //What the fuck…// [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 21, $S to $S + 2]]

“Hey, Shauna!” She jumps as you call out for her. “$name , I wasn’t expecting to see you here!” Her face quickly gets accented with a pair of reddening cheeks. “This is, umm…embarrassing.” Your fellow council member was not only looking at the dildos on display, but also has one in her hand - a particularly girthy one at that. “This is for…a friend, you know? Just a practical joke, haha…oh damn it. Look, just please don’t tell anyone, okay? I’ll even vote for whatever thing you’re trying to get pass. No one needs to know about this, do they?” She returns the dildo to the closest shelf near her, and hastily exits the store, her head turned down the rest of the way. //I wonder if she will realize what I was in here for// [[Sex store<-Continue][$M to $M + 15, $SC15 to 10]]

<<set $CC2 to 3>>\ <<set $Home to 3>>\ <<set $H to 7>>\ <<if $Home gte 3 and $Home lte 4>><<set $W11A2 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<set $CK[0] to 1, $CK[2] to 1>>\ [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] You take your familiar journey to Farrix, wearing your male uniform. You enter room 68 while it is still mostly empty. But not only is Miss $Gray here, so is $Ash . She’s sitting at her desk, looking down. “$name , thank you for coming. I won’t be needing you to strip. I’m far too disappointed in $Ash to be evaluating your uniform today. You can just sit down and await the lesson.” Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, you do as she says. Turning to $Ash , you see her sobbing, though she’s trying to stifle it. She either doesn’t want you to see her crying, or Miss $Gray . Perhaps both. On her ankle, the key that was supposedly for your chastity cage has vanished. “Since she has proven such an ineffective trainer to you, $Ash will no longer be acting as your keyholder.” Miss $Gray says matter of factly. She doesn’t even look away from her computer as she’s talking. “I’ll be changing your chastity cage later as well to ensure she loses all her control over you. Come to me after school finishes.” [[11-4 Refuse Uniform 2<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 9>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<set $Home to 3>>\ The lesson crawls by. $Ash is barely present. Whenever you look at her, she shies away. She’s the first one out of the classroom when it ends and you try to catch up with her. “Hey! $Ash !” “What do you want $name ? There’s nothing you can do that will change things now.” “Are you talking about the key?” “It’s more than just the key , $name . You don’t get it, do you? She wanted me to make you wear the uniform. Since I couldn’t make you do that, she’s taking the key back. And she’s going to make you wear a girl’s uniform anyway she can. If you had just worn it like I asked you to, we’d both be better off. Now she has both keys to our chastity devices and you’ve only delayed the inevitable. At least I actually cared about you. She doesn’t - and never will. I would have given you a reward for doing it. She will leave you no choice.” $Ash walks away, leaving you confused yet terrified. //What is Miss $Gray planning?// [[11-4 Resist Uniform 3<-Continue][$H to 16, $S to $S + 2]]

<<if $S gt 10>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $CC3 to 3>><<set $CC2 to 0>>\ The rest of the day blurs by, with you barely able to consider anything but how Miss $Gray is planning what $Ash said she is. When the final bell sounds, you head to your teacher’s room like you were told to. Hopefully, your worries will be calmed soon. Upon entering, Miss $Gray immediately gets up and meets you in the center of the classroom. “$Ash had told me she changed the lock of your cage. Her reasoning for a number lock was understandable, since you could have very easily copied the key I was allowing you, but this number lock is even more flawed. Fortunately, I found a solution.” She reveals a small black box from her hand. It’s a plain cube, free of any writing or pictures. Miss $Gray swiftly kneels down in front of you, and just as quickly pulls down your pants and underwear. Just like she said earlier, she doesn’t seem interested in them today. Her fingers spin at the dials on the lock. $Ash must have told her the code, since the cage springs free, liberating your penis. Your teacher then opens the box, and pulls out another chastity device, one that looks much more terrifying than your old one. The color can best be described as somewhere between black and gray. Even from the look alone, you can tell it’s much more secure than any of your prior cages. It looks harder than plastic, but not as rigid as metal. “This device was very expensive. It was specifically designed for your little clitty, down to the smallest details and curves. And some of the modifications I’ve found for them…well, I won’t ruin the surprise. But best of all, there’s no physical key.” She stands back up again and you examine the device. It definitely feels lighter than before, and almost less constrive, though that may not remain true if you started to get hard. Just as your teacher alluded to, there’s no keyhole on the device. “The only way it can open is with my fingerprint. If you somehow manage to escape from this device, I will be extremely impressed.” She returns to her desk, seemingly done with her task - without mention of a uniform. “That will be all $name , you’re dismissed.” //Huh…// [[11-4 Resist Uniform 4<-Continue][$M to $M + 30]]

You walk a confused journey home. It seems you actually won from this. $Ash no longer has your key, and while Miss $Gray isn’t terribly better, at least you can predict a disciplinarian like your teacher, not a maniac like $Ash . And with her properly locked up, she might actually understand what she put you through. And best of all? You never had to wear a girl’s uniform. $Ash must have been exaggerating all along. //After how crazy the past day has been, I can’t wait to get home and relax// [[11-4 Resist Uniform 5<-Continue]]

Your renewed calmness is immediately thrown off when you enter your house. There’s a pile of clothing - strips of it - piling high. It’s hard to identify any one item from the assembly of materials, but you think it might be… $Hannah is coming downstairs as you consider the pile. “Hey, what’s all this?” She tosses a pair of shoes on the pile, shoes you are certain are yours. “This is all of your man clothes, $name .” “What!? Why!?” “Like you and your girlfriend told me, you’re a sissy. So you shouldn’t be having any of these pants or shirts. If you want to be a woman so badly, you don’t get any of these guy clothes, you get skirts and lingerie, all the time.” “But you can’t do this, these are my clothes!” “Yes, and this is my house, and I’ve decided I don’t want any perverted men or sissies here. Just thinking about all the times you must have tried on my panties sends shivers down my spine. You repulse me, $name , and I don’t want you living here any longer. Take your dildos and your deplorable stash of lingerie and leave.” “What!? Where am I supposed to go!?” “Ask your girlfriend. She’s just as fucked up as you, so I’m sure you’ll grow old together, but I want no part of your screwed life.” <<if $HannahR gt -1>>She stomps upstairs, slamming her bedroom door behind her. From the way she was screaming at you, she’s serious, maybe enough to even call the police if you stay.<<elseif $HannahR gt -6>>She stomps upstairs. “And you were an awful housemate and stepbrother. Now piss off.” She slams her bedroom door behind her. From the way she was screaming at you, she’s serious, maybe enough to even call the police if you stay.<<elseif $HannahR lt -5>>She stomps upstairs. “And you were the worst housemate and stepbrother. I bet your parents are glad they don’t have to live with you anymore. Now piss off.” She slams her bedroom door behind her. From the way she was screaming at you, she’s serious, maybe enough to even call the police if you stay.<</if>> Deciding what to do, you look at the heap of clothing. All your underwear, pants, shirts and jackets are destroyed. The only masculine clothes you own now are the ones you are wearing. //$Hannah wasn't quite right. $Ash is an option, but she's not the only one. $Jen 's house is certainly big enough. The question is, would she be willing to let me crash there for a couple of days?// [[11-4 Resist Uniform Ash<-Call][$M to $M + 30, $S to $S + 4]] $Ash <<if $JenLevel gt 4>>[[11-4 Jen Bad 1<-Call][$M to $M + 30, $S to $S + 4]] $Jen<<elseif $JenLevel lt 5>>[[11-4 Jen Good 1<-Call][$M to $M + 30, $S to $S + 4]] $Jen <</if>>

<<if $S gt 10>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ “What do you want?” She still sounds depressed at today’s events, feeling betrayed by you and Miss $Gray . You explain how $Hannah is kicking you out, how she’s destroyed your male clothes, and how you need a place to stay. “So you’re asking to live with me?” “Well, yes…just for a while.” She’s silent for a moment before replying. “Okay…yeah…that’s fine! I’ll be around in a minute to help you bring your stuff.” //Her mood certainly shifted fast// True to her word, she arrives quickly, as though your call reinvigorated her energy for life. “Damn, she really did a number on your clothes, huh? And that’s all your male stuff?” “All except this” you shrug, waving your hands at your current uniform. “Well, let’s pack up your girl clothes and leave.” You box and bag the rest of your belongings with $Ash . Collecting all your girl clothing, shoes and everything else. “Come on $name . Let’s head home - to our home.” What may have been your last ever conversation with $Hannah was sadly an exhibition of her disgust for you, but there were some great times you had together. Though you don’t plan on voicing this, you could very easily blame $Ash for forcing you to tell $Hannah about your feminine side. [[11-4 Resist Uniform 7<-Continue][$H to $H + 4]]

<<if $IClean is 1>><<elseif $StorageCloset is 0>><<set $C5 to 3>><<elseif $StorageCloset is 1>><<set $C5 to 7>><</if>>\ [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] For the next few hours $Ash and you talk about your new life together while she moves around things in her room to make space for your own stuff. “I can’t believe $Hannah would do this. I mean, you must have been a delight to live with, but she doesn’t like that you’re a sissy? That’s the only reason? That’s so unfair of her. I promise, you’ll be much safer here. You wouldn’t want to be living with someone that cruel anyway.” “Thank you $Ash , this means a lot. I’m sure I won’t be here too long.” “Don’t worry about that” $Ash assures you. “My house is yours now. But I do expect you to be contributing to it though. There’s lots of chores that need to be done that I can’t get around to. And I might have to put in place some rules if it means a better life for us. That’s fair, right?” “Of course.” You’re incredibly grateful for her allowing you to be here, so no house rules should be an issue. “Great. First of all, I don’t want any men’s clothing in this house at all. So when you take off that outfit tonight, I’m throwing it straight in the trash.” //Gulp// “And any other male things you buy will be joining it, so don’t waste your money. I’m still trying to make you the best sissy you can be, so you can wear the spare girl’s uniform I have. You’ll want to buy yourself some more clothes from the mall as well. Now that you’ve got no choice but to wear feminine things, you might as well make it easier on yourself and not wear the same things everyday. You can handle all this, can’t you?” “Sure.” The word thankfully slips out of your mouth before you have a chance to argue with her. “Great. I’m sure we’ll live together just fine. Now, there’s enough space in the closet for your clothes and shoes, as well as mine. You can use that old drawer I have lying around for your lingerie. I do have a vanity table with boat loads of makeup, though we do have different styles, so I think we should keep our cosmetics separate. But we can share everything else…including the bed.” You two strip down and get ready to go to sleep. True to her word, she gathers all your male clothes and tosses them, leaving you no choice of what to wear to Farrix tomorrow. Slipping under the sheets, your bodies are intimately entwined, but with your chastity cage tapping on her chastity belt, it seems neither of you will be doing anything sexual anytime soon. [[Sleep<-...][$CK[0] to 0, $CK[2] to 0]]

<<set $BDSM to 1>>\ <<set $PJ4 to 1>>\ <<set $H to 7>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[0] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[0] is 40>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[0] is 101>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[0] is 102>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[1] is 101>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[1] is 102>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[2] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[2] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[2] is 2>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[2] to 0>><</if>>\ \ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[0] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[0] is 40>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[0] is 101>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[0] is 102>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[1] is 101>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[1] is 102>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[2] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[2] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[2] is 2>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[2] to 0>><</if>>\ \ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[0] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[0] is 40>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[0] is 101>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[0] is 102>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[1] is 101>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[1] is 102>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[2] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[2] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[2] is 2>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[2] to 0>><</if>>\ \ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[0] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[0] is 40>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[0] is 101>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[0] is 102>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[1] is 101>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[1] is 102>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[2] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[2] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[2] is 2>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[2] to 0>><</if>>\ \ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[0] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[0] is 40>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[0] is 101>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[0] is 102>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[1] is 101>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[1] is 102>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[2] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[2] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[2] is 2>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[2] to 0>><</if>>\ \ [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] Your slumber ends and your eyes awake to the stunning sight of $Ash, holding a tray of breakfast items in her hands. You sit up and allow her to put it on your lap. “Good morning. How’d you sleep sissy?” You mumble some passive answer with your mouth full of cereal. Far better than morning television, $Ash lets you observe her dressing for school. Milk almost drools out your mouth while she puts on her pantyhose and uniform. When she’s done, she plants her beautiful skirted butt on the chair of her vanity table, and begins putting on makeup. “It would have been much easier if you had just worn the outfit for me yesterday. But now things have to change. Not just between me and you, $name , but between me and Miss $Gray . She has control over both of our chastity devices, which is unacceptable. I plan on changing that.” “How are you going to do that?” “It’s not as simple as a metal key anymore. These devices have no marks or branding, and $Gray said they’re custom made. But if we can find out where they come from, we might be able to find a way out of them. I’ll look more into it later. But I will get revenge on $Gray for screwing me over, and locking me in this thing.” “Can I help?” You’re just as eager as $Ash to get out of your chastity device, even if you’ve been in one for much longer. “I’m sure I will need your help sissy. Let me handle the thinking part of this though. If I have a lead, I’ll let you know and we can figure it out from there. Until then, we act like model students. Understood?” She looks over, and you nod out of agreement, not compliance (for once). “Excellent. And a model student wears her uniform, doesn’t she?” $Ash reaches into her closet, and tosses your outfit for the day before searching in your lingerie drawers. “I think I should be in charge of what you wear today. Hmm…Can’t go wrong with these.” She tosses a pair of black pantyhose on top of the uniform. “These are pretty, and were a very generous gift from me.” A pair of pink panties join the collection of clothing on the bed. “Now, for a bra.” <<if $Bra8 is 0 and $Bra2 is 0 and $Bra3 is 0 and $Bra4 is 0 and $Bra5 is 0 and $Bra6 is 0>>”No real bras, huh sissy? That is a shame. It would be improper to not wear one with your tits. But whose fault is that? You’ll just have to suffer and wonder if everyone’s staring at your nipples."\ <<else>>”You’ve got some nice ones, but I think I know what’s perfect.” She buries into her own collection of lingerie, and fishes out a pink brassiere, which looks incredibly similar to the panties. [img[Images/C/Bra5 400.jpg]] “It is a matching set, after all."<</if>> "Now get dressed, we don’t want to be late.” You put on the undergarments like you’re accustomed to, before the skirt and blouse. In the mirror, it’s hard to say you’re convincing, but it’s better to be humiliated looking like this than it is to live on the streets, which is a bold statement to make when anyone has yet to see you like this. “You look delicious babe. Don’t forget these.” $Ash tosses your flats at you and, hand in hand, you leave. <<if $Bra2 is 0 and $Bra3 is 0 and $Bra4 is 0 and $Bra5 is 0 and $Bra6 is 0 and $Bra7 is 0 and $Bra8 is 0 and $Bra9 is 0>>[[11-5 Resist Uniform 2<-Continue][$CL[1] to 1, $CL[2] to 21, $CK[0] to 2, $CK[2] to 3]]\ <<else>>[[11-5 Resist Uniform 2<-Continue][$CL[0] to 1, $CL[1] to 1, $CL[2] to 21, $Bra1 to 1, $CK[0] to 2, $CK[2] to 3]]<</if>>

<<set $M to 45>>The walk to Farrix is nerve inducing, but not as much as you thought it would be. $Ash ‘s palm locked with yours gives you comfort. In some ways, it’s liberating being forced to wear the Farrix girl’s uniform. When $Ash asked you to wear it, you had a choice - a choice which gave you stress to think about. Today though, you don’t have a choice. There’s no risk of paralysis of analysis if you’re forced into doing this, so you might as well try and enjoy it if you can. And with the cool air hitting your legs and reaching up to your crotch, it’s hard not to enjoy it a little. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] You and $Ash walk into Farrix and then to room 68, where Miss $Gray is still looking at her computer. “$name , let us actu…” Her train of thought derails at seeing you in the school uniform. “You look...beautiful. Allow me to congratulate you on having the confidence to wear such a beautiful garment out in public. Your months of feminization are beginning to pay off.” Her wide smile turns sour at $Ash ‘s entrance. “It's a shame you couldn't get her to wear this outfit, isn't it?” $Ash bites her tongue. “Indeed, Miss $Gray . I hope me being early as well isn’t an issue, is it? I feel we’re a bit beyond me being forced out of the classroom when I know what’s going on.” “No, I don’t suppose it is an issue. Now, let’s not delay your underwear inspection, $name . With that skirt, it’s even more important to not wear men’s underwear. Could you imagine how inappropriate it would be if someone looked up your skirt only to see boxers?” She leaves her desk and stands in front of you, allowing you to pull down your skirt and raise up your blouse. “Delightful lingerie, and they’re matching too. You’re excelling, $name .” On the outskirts of your peripheral vision, you can see $Ash grin. <<if $ShaveLegs gt 6>>”Though your legs definitely need to be shaved, especially if you’re going to be wearing a skirt more often.” She smirks in $Ash ‘s direction.<</if>> “That will be all for today, you may take a seat.” After reequipping your clothes, you do as she says. $Ash smiles at you while the class fills up a few minutes later. [[11-5 Resist Uniform 3<-Continue][$H to 8, $M to 0]]

It’s hard to gauge if other students have noticed your choice of uniform when you can only see the back of their heads. But as the classes starts, continues, and ends, you’re sure some of the girls behind you must have realized your lack of pants. $Ash says goodbye at the end of the lesson, promising to meet you at home, as well as reminding you how good you look. $Gray gives you a smile of encouragement that you’re doing well. You can only hope the rest of the day goes as well as the first hour did, with little in the way of derision or belittlement. [[11-5 Resist Uniform 4<-Continue][$H to 16]]

<<set $Home to 3>>\ <<set $S to $S + 2>><<if $S gt 10>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $L to $L + 1>><<if $L gt 10>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ <<set $Fem to 50>>\ <<set $SU2 to 1>>\ <<set $Shoes3 to 1>>\ The rest of the day, sadly, does not go without derision or belittlement. You can feel their judging eyes upon you throughout your classes - their whispers as you’re walking through the corridors, their jokes that they don’t think you can hear. <<if $ShaveLegs lt 7>>”Oh my god, look at his legs!”<<else>>”Eww, look at his leg hair beneath his pantyhose!”<</if>> “What do you think he’s wearing under that skirt?” “His girlfriend definitely pegs him.” “Girlfriend? Yeah, right!” Gratefully, the day does end. After hours of humiliation, you figure you don’t have to go straight home. After all, you’re going to have to get used to wearing girls’ clothes. [[Room 3/4<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] <<if $S gt 9>>You feel too stressed to not go straight home<</if>>\ <<if $S lt 10 and $A gt 0>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>>

[img[Images/R - Heels Training.jpg]] <<if $HeelsS lt 3>>You slip on your high heels, assuming walking in them is a grossly exaggerated feat, which makes it all the more embarrassing when you slip after one step. Your knees scream from the fall, as does your nose, but you pick yourself back up again. This time, with a smaller gait. Being able to parade around at a snail’s crawl is surprisingly encouraging, but you know you’re nowhere near close enough to the proficiency Miss $Gray demands. Regardless, it’s an hour well spent at the basics of walking in heels, even if it is, for the most part, a lesson in not being over confident.\ <<elseif $HeelsS lt 6>>Rather than attempt this without help, you elect to be a little smarter. Loading up some videos, you watch several drag queens explain their tips on how to best walk in high heels. While you do get slightly distracted by their other videos of “Top Ten Easiest Drag Looks For Beginners” and “Where To Buy Your First Wig”, the videos are largely helpful. Now when you slip on your high heels, you’re a bit more confident, and manage to go marginally faster than a snail. //Woo. Progress//\ <<elseif $HeelsS lt 9>>Despite the hours you’ve spent training to get better, it’s still a frustrating effort. You want to, and do end up taking off the heels and throwing them against the wall. Inevitably though, you strap them back on to try again. //Left…right…left…r….owww// You can only plummet nose first to the floor so many times before giving up for the day.\ <<elseif $HeelsS lt 12>>After cursing yourself for wasting so many hours trying to do this, you finally seem to be getting somewhere with your heels. You can walk at a somewhat competent pace in them. And while you know you don’t look confident, it’s much better than you were before you started. After placing one foot in front of the other for an hour, you manage to pick up the pace enough to walk almost at full speed.\ <<elseif $HeelsS lt 15>>Slipping on your heels, you can walk at a normal pace without almost any warm up. You walk around the house in them, on carpet and hardwood. You can lunge in them, squat in them, sit down and get up elegantly in them. You picture Miss $Gray , and all the motions she must do during the day and try to mimic them, like bending over to check answers, or walking up flights of stairs in them. Walking up with heels on is one thing, but down is a lot more terrifying, since your weight is leaning forward anyway, the slightest push would send you flying like a domino. Regardless, your confidence blooms with every minute spent in the shoes.\ <<elseif $HeelsS lt 20>>To cement your confidence in being able to wear heels, you figure you have to keep pushing yourself, so for the next hour you do a variety of bizarre kicks and pirouettes. Despite all the movement, you try to keep your planted leg still. And when you can do that while kicking at knee height, you move up to waist height, and then to chest, before deciding shoulder height is impossible without any prior flexibility training. The hour leaves you with a founded sense of confidence in your balance. Even when you take off your heels, you can maintain your equilibrium throughout movements that would have knocked your steadiness off just a month ago.\ <<else>>After hours of training, you can finally say it. You’ve mastered walking in high heels! But not just walking, every other movement a woman would need throughout the day. And while you have a newfound respect for business women who have to wear heels from 9 to 5, being able to say you can do it too is deeply pleasing.<</if>> [img[Images/Heel TrainingG.gif]] [[Closet<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S + 1, $HeelsTrained to 1, $HeelsS to $HeelsS + 1]]

<<set $H to 7>>\ <<set $W11A1 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>\ <<set $AshMistress to 1>>\ ”Hi sweetie, how are you feeling?” Mistress $Ash has again entered your room during your slumber, a welcome surprise to start your day. She tears open the curtains to let in the warm sunlight, revealing it to be a hot, clear day. “A great day to wear a skirt, wouldn’t you agree? Now come on, strip and we’ll get you ready.” Mistress $Ash pulls out a Farrix uniform from her bag. The blue flared skirt and white sailor blouse are identical in style to what all students wear to Farrix. And today, it’s what you wear too. You’re not sure how you know this, but in your heart, you know you must. “Hurry up and get dressed, we wouldn’t want to be late for $Gray .” Mistress $Ash ‘s mothering of you is as welcome as always, so you follow her commands. [img[Images/C - Uniform - blue.png]] “What should I wear underneath the uniform, Mistress?” “Oh right, my bad. I was so excited I forgot about your lingerie! Let me see what I have to decide from.” She starts rummaging through your drawers. A pile of hosiery and panties form behind her as though she were a dog digging a hole. It’s a pleasant sight once you consider how you’ll have to tidy up her mess later. “This would be nice, but this is even better! But wait, they wouldn’t match with these. Hmmm. Aha, these are perfect, and so fitting, don’t you think?” She holds in her hands a pair of pink panties - her pink panties that she wanted you to wear so long ago! “I just think it would be too perfect if the thing that got you to wear that skirt and blouse was under it!” “Go ahead and put them on.” She pitches the underwear at you, and it lands humiliatingly on your face, where it remains until you remove it. After you slide them up your legs, you await further instructions. “Here, catch.” Her next thrown item is a pair of sheer black pantyhose. You couldn’t be happier. Everytime she tells you to put something on is another chance to do as your told. And hopefully, wearing the uniform to school will make her happiest of all. “You’re going to have to be faster than that sissy.” The hose land gently on your feet. “Just make sure to not go too fast. I’d rather be late than rock up with a ladder in my pantyhose.” After once again following instructions, Mistress $Ash evaluates your legs. <<if $ShaveLegs gt 7>>”Ugh, I could throw up at the sight of that body hair. If only we had time to shave them. Oh well, you’re only going to feel silly with that look, but it’s your fault.” You curse yourself for disappointing her.\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs gt 2>>”It’s nice to see you’re keeping on top of your shaving. Still, for a moment like this, I would have made sure they were devoid of hair.”\ <<else>>”Those are some really sexy legs you’re rocking girl. Make sure to keep shaving them.”<</if>> “Now we can’t forget about a bra, can we? Let’s see what selection we have here.” Opening up your last underwear drawer, $Ash considers the selection. <<if $Bra8 is 0 and $Bra2 is 0 and $Bra3 is 0 and $Bra4 is 0 and $Bra5 is 0 and $Bra6 is 0>>”No real bras, huh sissy? That is a shame. It would be improper to not wear one with your tits. But whose fault is that? You’ll just have to suffer and wonder if everyone’s staring at your nipples.” //Stupid sissy…stupid, stupid, stupid!//\ <<else>>”Hmmm, they’re nice, but I don’t think they’ll quite match the look I want to go for. Fortunately, I planned for this.” She returns to her bag, pulling out another feminine item of clothing. This time, it’s a pink bra. “Just like your pretty panties! Let me help you with it.” [img[Images/C/Bra5 400.jpg]] Mistress $Ash walks behind you, puts the cups around your chest and clips the bra hooks at the back. After tugging it a bit higher, she helps your arms find their way through the straps. “Perfect, matching underwear, just like a real woman!” //I’m so lucky to have such a generous woman to serve//<</if>> “Finally, you’re ready for the uniform of Farrix Academy for Girls in all its glory.” She hands you the blouse first. The two of you keep loving eye contact as it’s slipped over your head and you put your arms through the holes. “And the skirt.” Daintly, you point your toes and step into it, delicately pulling it up your legs. It glides across your pantyhose before resting on your hips, ending just where your blouse begins. Still locked in each others’ eyes, you zip it up. Mistress $Ash looks like she’s breathing heavier now, as though an orgasm were building just by seeing you like this. “You are…so..hot.” Lips lock instead of eyes. She controls your movement, grabbing you by the back of the head and keeping you there. There’s passion in your mouths now, as though she weren’t feeling it before, like she was forcing it. Her crotch grinds into yours and moans seep through the lubricated seal of your lips. “Thank you, $name . Thank you for making my fantasy come true. Come to school with me, and you actually might make me cum!” //I can’t believe it! Mistress $Ash kissed me!// “I’ll be waiting outside. Put on some shoes and grab a bite to eat if you need to - you’ve got a long day ahead. Come meet me when you’re ready.” She leaves you alone, giving you a chance to complete the outfit. You select the flats over your gross man shoes without a second thought before reading downstairs. <<if $Bra2 is 0 and $Bra3 is 0 and $Bra4 is 0 and $Bra5 is 0 and $Bra6 is 0 and $Bra7 is 0 and $Bra8 is 0 and $Bra9 is 0>>[[11-4 Hypno 2<-Continue][$CL[1] to 1, $CL[2] to 21, $CK[0] to 2, $CK[2] to 3]]\ <<else>>[[11-4 Hypno 2<-Continue][$CL[0] to 1, $CL[1] to 1, $CL[2] to 21, $Bra1 to 1, $CK[0] to 2, $CK[2] to 3]]<</if>>

As Mistress $Ash suggested, you head into the kitchen for a quick bite to eat, only for $Hannah to be sat at the table, looking at you as you enter the room. “Oh…hey.” The words timidly leave your mouth like a child caught in a lie. “Hey, $name .” She observes you and your outfit. “You look…you’re going to school like that?” “Yeah, $Ash suggested it.” “Right. Well if that’s what you want to do, I can’t stop you. But you’re sure about this, right?” “Yes, I am.” “And you’re serious about what you said before, aren’t you? About you being a…”sissy.”” The blushing is untameable at this point. “Yes, I was.” “Okay then.” The abrupt end to the conversation makes you not care about the food anymore. There’s tension in the air between you two. While there are many girls in your life who either support or have shown to not care that much about you being feminine, $Hannah doesn’t seem to understand it. Perhaps Mistress $Ash making you tell her about it ruined your friendship. While that is unfortunate, your goddess knows best. You leave the house and meet Mistress $Ash outside. [[11-4 Hypno 3<-Continue][$M to 30, $S to $S + 2]]

<<if $S gt 10>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ “There you are. Shall we head off?” She takes the lead and starts walking before you even reply. Two girls in their uniforms. No doubt that from behind, that’s what the two of you look like. Best friends, sisters perhaps, who matched outfits together, who do each other’s makeup, have sleepovers, and talk about boys. It’s insulting to your Mistress that people might think that, you believe - that they may consider you equals. It is certainly a warm day. The air flows calmly around you, not enough to distract you, but enough to notice. It flows up your skirt, which raises slightly to the power of the wind, exposing even more of your nylon covered legs. It touches your skin through the thin material of the blouse in a way you’re not used to. Almost as if your top half were naked, but giving you just enough protection to be sure of your modesty. You observe how Mistress $Ash walks. Even if her skirt is flapping around in the wind, she doesn’t seem concerned with it giving someone a view up her legs. She walks daintier than you, taking smaller steps. She fixes her hair occasionally when the wind takes away from its perfection. “Farrix does allow you to wear socks with a skirt, but I always found that look a little trashy, you know? Even if they can match your skirt, they seem out of place to me. And why would you want to wear them when you can wear pantyhose or stockings instead?” “I agree, such a beautiful uniform deserves more refined underwear.” Mistress $Ash smiles at you, impressed by your response. You’ve yet to run into anyone on your journey. The few people that have been about were on the other side of the road, or commuting in cars. But the closer you get to Farrix, the more you know that will change. You’re running later than normal. Not late for the other students, but for your inspection with Miss $Gray . But it’s hard to care about that when you’re in the presence of Mistress $Ash . “The bow on these blouses are mostly cute, but you’ll want to make sure it’s straight throughout the day. It’s quite embarrassing to realize it’s not.” “I hadn’t considered that, thank you for the advice, Mistress.” You two are almost there now, and foot traffic is increasing rapidly as smaller streets converge into bigger ones, like the one you’re on. “And now that you’re not wearing pants, you’ll want to be mindful of getting your pantyhose caught on something. They tear incredibly easily. Before you know it, a minor ladder can stretch into a massive rip that is incredibly embarrassing. The school uniform policy doesn’t allow for such styles, so I like to keep a spare pair on me at all times.” “What a great idea.” //Mistress $Ash always has those// You’re walking into Farrix now, through the gates with the hundreds of other students who all wear skirts and blouses. The unidirectional approach means not many people have looked at your face yet, which is almost a shame, since Mistress $Ash no doubt would prefer that. Why else would she make you come here in the uniform? After entering the building, you head to your home room of 68, and get ready to walk in. [[11-4 Hypno 4<-......][$M to 0, $H to 8]]

[img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] The class is still settling, something you’re not used to walking in on. No one seems to make eye contact with you, or have even recognized it’s you. Mistress $Ash sits down next to you, as normal. You’re certain those seated behind you would have clocked that $name was wearing a skirt and blouse. You had not looked towards the front until now, but you now see that your teacher is staring directly at you. And when she realizes that you’re looking at her, she begins to smile. Not a devious grin like you’re used to seeing, or the formality of a smile that she gives to other teachers, but a genuinely comforting look. One that makes it seem like she actually cares about you. Just before she starts talking to the class, she gives you a small nod. “Okay class…today we’re covering….” Once your teacher starts you off on your task, Mistress $Ash keeps whispering things to you. It’s frustrating that you can’t be seated right even closer to her - the thought of mishearing her advice pains you. “By the way, you might want to keep your legs together. Someone might be able to see your panties.” Recognising that your legs were in fact spread apart, you thank her for her stupendous advice. Your teacher is patrolling the room, helping puzzled students. Eventually, she finds her way to the middle of the classroom, next to Mistress $Ash and you . “$Ash , you're doing well.” “Don’t I always?” “Perhaps, but you can always do better. I, for instance, would have this part done a long time ago.” “Well then it’s a shame you wanted me to do it, isn’t it? Why was that again?” “As always $Ash , you can excel, but your attitude brings you down. Come see me after school for detention.” Your teacher’s attention switches to you. “You’re doing very well too. In fact, I could not be prouder; you’re excelling at this. Come see me after school as well.” The class finishes, and as you’re leaving, you notice some of the gazes you’re getting. They’re trying to be subtle, but you aren’t fooled. Mistress $Ash walks out with you, holding your hand. “Don’t worry about what they think. They’re just jealous they don’t have a Mistress like me. Aren’t you glad you have such a generous goddess to serve?” “Of course Mistress, I just wish I could show my gratitude more.” “You’re doing your best sissy. After all, you are wearing that uniform for me. Sadly, you won’t get to see me again until the end of the day. See you then.” She skips off, dancing away to her next class. This is without a shadow of a doubt, the happiest you've ever seen her. //I’m happy I made her happy// [[11-4 Hypno 5<-Continue][$H to 14]]

By the tail end of the day, you’re feeling slightly different. It’s hard to put your finger on, but you’re becoming more aware of people’s perceptions of you, how they judge you when they notice your clothes. Painfully, it seems like the longer you’re away from Mistress $Ash , the more you care about yourself. //I hate these selfish desires. I just want to be near Mistress $Ash again.// As the fog in your mind clears over the hours since you last saw her, you try to think objectively about what you’re doing, where you are, and what you’re wearing. Your barely covered legs feel sexy in their exposed pantyhose, and having more of your arms open to contact makes you feel touched from more angles than what you’re used to. And it’s freeing to not have to worry about your nylon ankles being exposed, or your panties popping out beneath an untucked shirt. [[11-4 Hypno 6<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 16>>\ <<set $CC3 to 3>><<set $CC2 to 0>>\ The final bell of the day sounds, and you’re relieved at finally being able to see Mistress $Ash once more. When you walk into room 68, your goddess is already in there, talking with Miss $Gray . “There you are” your domineering teacher yells across the room. “Let me compliment you on having the confidence to wear the girl’s uniform to school. The way $Ash tells it, you were more than willing to, which is exactly the result I wanted to hear when I gave her your key.” “And I appreciated your assistance in training her, Miss $Gray .” It’s sad that Mistress $Ash has to pretend to be obedient to your teacher as well. You know she deserves better. And everytime Miss $Gray omits the “Mistress” in goddess’ title, you want to correct her. “In light of her success, we’ve agreed to alter the terms of our relationship with you. $Ash will take full control of ensuring your continued feminization. I will step in if necessary, but I don’t expect it will be. As before, any infractions against your standard of uniform will be punished, but now in new ways. I’ll be elaborating on that later. As $Ash has proved herself to be a capable Mistress to you, I will no longer require her to wear her own chastity belt.” “I have to say though, it was interesting to see it from the perspective of a wearer.” //How could she ever force Mistress to wear it?// “Additionally, $Ash made the point to me that you could have very easily copied the key that I gave you. While I am glad she raised this oversight, her own lock is flawed too.” “Miss $Gray has told me that with enough persistence, you could have very easily found the combination, and have let yourself out whenever you wanted.” <<if $Code is 1>>//I can’t believe I wasted so many hours trying to break out of my chastity cage when Mistress $Ash was in control of it. I could have spent that time worshiping her!//<<else>>//Why would I ever break out of Mistress’ cage?//<</if>> “In light of this, we will be locking your clitty in a new chastity cage. $Ash , would you like to do the honors?” Approaching them, your teacher hands her a black box. It’s small enough to handle with one hand, and terrifyingly, it’s free of any kind of patterns or wording on the side. Mistress $Ash kneels down in front of you. In one swift motion, she’s dropped your skirt, your pantyhose and your underwear. She spins the tiny dials on the lock until they match the combination. After unhooking it, the cage springs free. Mistress $Ash takes both the cage and the ring, before opening up the mysterious black box. Inside a mess of protective transparent paper is another chastity device. The color can best be described as somewhere between black and gray. Your goddess removes it from the box. Even from the look alone, you can tell it’s much more secure than any of your prior cages. It looks harder than plastic, but not as rigid as metal. “You’d be surprised what you can get if you look hard enough.” Miss $Gray chirps while Mistress locks it on your genitalia. “Specifically designed for your clitty, down to the smallest curves and details. And some of the modifications I’ve found for them…well, I won’t ruin the surprise. But best of all, there’s no physical key.” Mistress $Ash gets up and you examine the device. It definitely feels lighter than before, and almost less constrive, though that may not remain true if you started to get hard. Just as your teacher alluded to, there’s no keyhole on the device. “The only way it can open is through our thumb print.” Your queen waves her phone at you. “Good luck getting out of it now.” “Now, there is more for us to discuss, but that can wait until later. In the meantime, $Ash wanted to spend the rest of the day with you, correct?” “Yes, I was thinking it would be nice to go to the mall.” “Of course. After how well you’ve both done, you deserve a reward. You’re both dismissed.” //More time with goddess? This is the best day ever!// Mistress $Ash leads you by the hand out of the classroom. [[11-4 Hypno 7<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

[img[Images/Mall event.jpg]] Mistress $Ash has led you to the mall, though you’re unsure why. Fortunately though, now you’re back in her presence, the many gazes of people judging you doesn’t bother you. “I just love the mall, don’t you? There’s so much to do here. Even if I promise myself I’m only going to get one thing, I end up getting a hundred. Isn’t it just magical that something could make you lose your control like that? Well, I know you’re used to a lack of control, but I think the mall causes everyone to splash out.” It’s strange to hear about goddess losing power, even if for a moment, but there’s something else that concerns you more. “How often do you shop here? I’d love to pay for you.” Your queen laughs at your response. “Oh would you? I guess my hypnosis worked better than I thought it did.” //Hypnosis?// “Well, that is a generous offer, sissy, but sometimes I need to shop alone. Otherwise my surprises wouldn’t be surprises, would they?” For the next few hours, Mistress $Ash is practically dragging you through the mall as she window shops, tries on clothing and shoes, looks at the nail art in salon windows, ponders getting the incredibly overpriced jewelry in fancily designed stores, swatches makeup on her arm and sprays perfume bottles. By the end, you’re both exhausted. No matter how many shops you go to though, Mistress $Ash consistently rejects your offers to pay for her. In fact, she ends up buying nothing at all. “As much as I love spending time with you, Mistress, I’m slightly confused. Why did we come here?” “You don’t get it, do you? Starting tomorrow, your training is going to get much harder. And today, I’ve been trying to get you used to that. I want you to know that femininity is a beautiful thing. And now that you’ve gone out in a skirt and blouse, there’s little you can’t do. You can go out in a dress and heels, buy yourself jewelry or get a mani-pedi if you wanted to. The opportunities are as limited as you allow them to be. But if you open your mind, you’ll see that it’s a playground of fun to be had. And you don’t just have to do it when your goddess is around. You can do it all the time!” //What a great idea. If Mistress $Ash wants me to be feminine, she would be so pleased if she saw me in a dress without her asking.// “Well, that, and Miss $Gray wanted me to distract you.” //Wait, what?// [[11-4 Hypno 8<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $S to $S + 2]]

“What do you mean “she wanted you to distract me?”” “Well, before you walked into her classroom earlier, she asked me to keep you busy for a couple of hours. She even gave me 50 bucks in case I wanted to go shopping.” “But why?” Your queen shrugs “I have no clue, but it seemed like it was important so I didn’t want to upset her. But anyway, I should be heading home. And by the way, keep the outfit! It really suits you! Bye sissy!” You’d love to spend more time with Mistress, but if she dismissed you, then you can worry about whatever it is Miss $Gray is planning. //Where would she be trying to keep me away from?// //…// //…// //…// //I’ve got to get home!// [[11-4 Hypno 9<-Continue]]

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<<set $H to 7>>\ ”Hi sweetie, how are you feeling?” $Ash has again entered your room during your slumber. She tears open the curtains to let in the warm sunlight, revealing it to be a hot, clear day. Squinting against the blinding light, you try and think what she could want. “A great day to wear a skirt, wouldn’t you agree? Now come on, strip and we’ll get you ready.” //What!?// “What!?” “Come on sissy, you know better than to talk to your Mistress like that. Now come on, put on the uniform.” She removes a skirt and blouse from her bag, and tosses them in your hands. //Was that hypnosis going to make me…wear this?// “$Ash , I’m not going to wear this.” She groans out of frustration, mumbling something about the hypnosis being ineffective. “Well, I suppose we have time for a quick session now.” She starts playing the same video that she did yesterday, but it has no effect on you. It’s incredibly frustrating that she insists on trying this when you know it’s pointless. It’s so frustrating in fact, that you almost reveal how you screwed her over yesterday. But you stop yourself, and enjoy the fantasy of Miss $Gray punishing $Ash in worse ways than she does you, all while $Ash ‘s not expecting it. Your imagination gets halted when $Ash slaps you across the face. “Now, put on the outfit, bitch.” “$Ash , get out. I’m not wearing the uniform and I’m not listening to you anymore. Your stupid hypnosis doesn’t work and I’m sick of how you treat me!” “Those are bold words, sissy. Did you forget who controls your chastity cage?” “No, I didn’t - Miss $Gray does. And I think she’s going to be reinforcing her power over you soon enough.” “And what makes you think that? You’re going to put the uniform on and then she’ll see that I’m a much better trainer than she ever was.” “No, she won’t. She’s going to see that you failed, and then put a new lock on my cage so that you’re powerless.” “How dare you! First you don’t appreciate the gifts your Mistress gives you, and then you talk back to me like this? Do you think $Gray would be nicer than me? Do you think she’d offer to suck your dick? No, because she doesn’t care about you, but I do. I was trying to hypnotize you to give you more confidence, not to hurt you.” “Save it, $Ash. I’m not wearing this.” You collect the skirt and blouse and throw them back at her. “But…please sis…$name …I really want you to do this for me.” Her increasingly desperate cries for your submission don’t relent, even when you push her out the door and slam it shut. “Fine, but I’ll never forget this! When you come back to me, begging and on your knees, I'll show you the same care you show me!” She leaves after her empty threat, allowing you to get dressed to go to Farrix. [[Room 0<-Continue][$M to 30]]

<<set $CC2 to 3>>\ <<set $Home to 4>>\ <<set $BlackmailDate to 0, $BlackmailVibrator to 0, $BlackmailHandjob to 0, $BlackmailPunish to 0, $BlackmailReward to 1>>\ <<if $GrayR gt 6>><<set $BlackmailReward to 3>><<elseif $GrayR gt 3>><<set $BlackmailReward to 2>><</if>> [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] You take your familiar journey to Farrix, eager for Miss $Gray to reward you. You enter room 68 while it is still mostly empty, with only your domineering teacher present, who is leaning against the front of her desk, waiting for you. “$name , thank you for coming. I assume I have you to thank for a certain email I received yesterday?” You proudly nod. “Well, I’m unsure how you came about $Ash ‘s files. Whether she showed them to you herself, or you did something more nefarious, I thank you. When you’re involved in the type of things that I am, you can’t allow there to be a paper trail. $Ash writing all of that down in a diary is absolutely unacceptable, and she’ll be promptly punished.” Curious after your interaction with her this morning, you ask how. “I am still deciding on that. But at the very least, I will ensure that her chastity belt stays on, and I will be keeping the key. But of course, that isn’t nearly enough. I will have to reflect on it some more to decide something adequate. I’m sure you have many ideas, don’t you? Well, you don’t have to worry about $Ash anymore. I’ll not only be replacing the lock on your cage, but the cage itself, and taking back full ownership of it.” //That wasn’t exactly the reward I was hoping for// “But don’t worry about your new cage. In fact you’ll probably find it more comfortable. But I think something much more secure than a padlock or number lock is a great idea. Upon reflection, they’re both flawed, but these new ones are much safer.” “Now, for your reward. As someone who has been absent with power for a long time, I think I will give you a choice for once. Think about it throughout the day. What could I give you that would be suitable? Come to me at the end of the day and I’ll see what I can do.” You can’t hold back your smile at finally having some appreciation for your efforts, as well as Miss $Gray ‘s approval. You sit down at your desk and await the beginning of the lesson. //I guess she doesn’t want to do an inspection today// “Oh, and $name , I am grateful, so be imaginative, but don’t go crazy. I’m not about to have sex with you, or give you my car. Understand?” You give her a final nod as the students begin to fill the classroom. [[11-4 Blackmail 3<-Continue][$H to 8, $M to 0]]

$Ash is the last person to enter the classroom, and Miss $Gray gives her a sinister grin, one which fills your nightmares most nights. $Ash seems oblivious to it, or maybe she just doesn’t care. Throughout the lesson, she seems both angry and upset. Whenever Miss $Gray asks her a question, she gives a snarky response. And when she’s asked to do work, she barely writes a sentence. In the middle of the lesson, your teacher makes the rounds, and she ends up next to you two. “$Ash , come see me after school.” As awkward as that’s sure to be, it’ll also be all the more sweeter when $Ash looks on, jealous, as you’re rewarded for betraying her. The lesson soon ends, not that you were thinking of much other than your prize from Miss $Gray anyway. [[11-4 Blackmail 4<-Continue][$H to 11]]

Not that you were expecting it beforehand, but Miss $Gray ruling out sex does ruin your raciest fantasies. But would she be willing to compromise a little? It’s unlikely, but maybe it’s worth a try. And then there’s $Ash . A chance to get back at her would be incredible. And with her in the room later as well, you might get an opportunity to help decide on her punishment. Though maybe you should be more pragmatic about this. Sex is a one time thing, and for you, probably a 30 second thing. $Ash will be upset regardless, so maybe you don’t need to make it even worse? Could you get Miss $Gray to be more forgiving with her caging? There’s no way she’ll get rid of it completely, but perhaps she’ll let you out more often. Or to really be pragmatic, maybe it would be a good idea to know Miss $Gray a little better, especially if she’s taking back full control of your training. And with the new knowledge from $Ash ‘s computer, maybe a chance to reveal why you’re at Farrix in the first place. [[11-4 Blackmail 5<-Continue][$H to 16]]

<<set $ExposeAsh to 1>>\ When the day does finish, you’re racing to get to Miss $Gray ‘s room and ask for your reward, only to walk in and find $Ash already in there, presumably having just received the scalding of a lifetime. You walk in and stand next to her, right in front of Miss $Gray . “How could you?” $Ash whispers in your ear as she tries to stifle her crying. Your teacher walks over and slaps her in the face. After staring at her for a moment with $Ash unable to meet her eyes, she kneels down in front of you, unzipping your pants.<<if $CL[1] is 101>>She might be annoyed at your choice of boxers, but she doesn’t show it.<</if>> She pulls your underwear down to reveal the chastity cage beneath. “Now, unlock it, $Ash .” Your former friend sullenly trods over and does as she’s told, spinning at the dials to open the device. She can’t even look into your eyes as she does it. “Now, before I put this on it” you return your attention to your teacher, who you notice has retrieved a new chastity cage “how about you tell me what you decided on for your reward?” [[11-4 Blackmail Date<-A date with her][$BlackmailDate to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]] [[11-4 Blackmail Vibrator<-Easing of chastity][$BlackmailVibrator to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]] [[11-4 Blackmail Handjob<-Sexual relief][$BlackmailHandjob to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]] [[11-4 Blackmail Punish<-Assisting in the punishment][$BlackmailPunish to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]] [[11-4 Blackmail Forgive<-Forgiving friend][$BlackmailPunish to 2, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]

“I’d like to go out with you.” The moment the words leave your lips, you regret them. Miss $Gray will probably laugh in your face. But the laughter doesn’t come, instead you can see her contemplating the idea. “Of all the things I thought you would come up with, that wasn’t one of them. A date with me? I think that’s allowable given what you did. Very well. Come meet me on Saturday evening. Don’t be late.” <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail 6<-Continue]]\ <<else>>”Though your behavior as of late has been tremendous. Pick another reward.”<</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailDate is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Date<-A date with her][$BlackmailDate to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<elseif $BlackmailDate is 1>>You’ve already asked to go on a date<<else>><</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailVibrator is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Vibrator<-Easing of chastity][$BlackmailVibrator to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<else>>Miss $Gray has already helped you with your chastity situation<</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailHandjob is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Handjob<-Sexual relief][$BlackmailHandjob to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<else>>You’ve already had some sexual relief<</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Punish<-Assisting in the punishment][$BlackmailPunish to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 1>>You’ve already punished $Ash <<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 2>>You can’t punish $Ash after forgiving her<</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Forgive<-Forgiving friend][$BlackmailPunish to 2, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 1>>You can’t forgive $Ash after having punished her<<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 2>>You’ve already forgiven $Ash <</if>>

“Maybe you could let me out of the cage a bit more?” Your teacher ponders the proposition for a moment. “That’s a no-can-do I’m afraid. Chastity is too important in training you and reinforcing a submissive mindset. And if you ever need a punishment, it’s effective to keep you inside it.” “Oh.” You’re disheartened at her refusal to lessen the terms of your chastity, though at least she’s not promising something she can’t deliver on. “Though…there may be a compromise. This new cage comes with the potential for many modifications. One of them which I already have is an internal vibrator. I can install it now. It should be effective at allowing you some sexual relief when you are locked inside the cage. And you can control it through cage’s mobile app. Of course, I doubt you would be able to reach any orgasm with it, but you’re welcome to try.” She fiddles with the cage, sliding 8 tiny rods into it inside the circumference of the tube. It doesn’t take long before it’s complete. “I should warn you, I can also turn the vibrations on and off, so expect a jolt in the groin if I think you’re not paying attention in class.” <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail 6<-Continue]]\ <<else>>”Though your behavior as of late has been tremendous. Pick another reward.”<</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailDate is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Date<-A date with her][$BlackmailDate to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<elseif $BlackmailDate is 1>>You’ve already asked to go on a date<<else>><</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailVibrator is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Vibrator<-Easing of chastity][$BlackmailVibrator to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<else>>Miss $Gray has already helped you with your chastity situation<</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailHandjob is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Handjob<-Sexual relief][$BlackmailHandjob to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<else>>You’ve already had some sexual relief<</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Punish<-Assisting in the punishment][$BlackmailPunish to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 1>>You’ve already punished $Ash <<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 2>>You can’t punish $Ash after forgiving her<</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Forgive<-Forgiving friend][$BlackmailPunish to 2, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 1>>You can’t forgive $Ash after having punished her<<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 2>>You’ve already forgiven $Ash <</if>>

<<set $L to 0>>\ “Well, some relief would be nice.” Miss $Gray seems to understand your ambiguous message. “Some sexual relief? I did warn you that I wouldn’t be having sex with you, but I think we can come to a compromise.” Your teacher kneels down, and begins to rub your penis, which was semi erect anyway. She’s slow, and surprisingly delicate in how she starts handling it. You doubt she actually wants to much, but she’s so sensual about it that you’re almost fooled. She really did appreciate you sending those files to her. The jacking off intensifies once you’re at full strength. Her treatment of your cock never becomes rough, even when the pace picks up to a point where you couldn’t possibly not cum. And Miss $Gray seems to notice. “Chastity does have a tendency to shorten one’s sexual endurance, but this is more extreme than what I was expecting. While I am willing to do this for you, I will not be a target for your disgusting seed.” She looks over at $Ash , who is looking at the 3rd base action through teary eyes. “Get down here.” Your teacher stands up, but still manages to continue jerking you off, while $Ash does as she’s told, and gets down in front of you, in perfect trajectory of your dick. Miss $Gray stands behind you. With one hand, she keeps giving you a handjob. With the other, she plays with your body, grabbing your butt and pulling at your clothes. That, combined with how frequently you get out of chastity, means you cum an eruptive load of jizz, which is caught by $Ash ‘s mascara and tear stained face, adding a mountain of sperm on top. The specks of spooge that don’t decorate her face land elsewhere on her body. It’s caught in her hair, clumping it together. It’s on her white blouse, just on top of her tits. It’s on her pantyhose, giving them a dark, wet spot that’s easy to identify as cum. It very well might be the best orgasm of your life, but $Ash ‘s sad demeanor was the not jerk off material you needed for that to be certain. <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail 6<-Continue]]\ <<else>>”Once you’ve recovered, think about any other rewards you’d like. With how outstanding you’ve been as of late, I’m in a generous mood.”<</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailDate is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Date<-A date with her][$BlackmailDate to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<elseif $BlackmailDate is 1>>You’ve already asked to go on a date<<else>><</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailVibrator is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Vibrator<-Easing of chastity][$BlackmailVibrator to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<else>>Miss $Gray has already helped you with your chastity situation<</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailHandjob is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Handjob<-Sexual relief][$BlackmailHandjob to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<else>>You’ve already had some sexual relief<</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Punish<-Assisting in the punishment][$BlackmailPunish to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 1>>You’ve already punished $Ash <<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 2>>You can’t punish $Ash after forgiving her<</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Forgive<-Forgiving friend][$BlackmailPunish to 2, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 1>>You can’t forgive $Ash after having punished her<<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 2>>You’ve already forgiven $Ash <</if>>

<<set $S to $S - 3>>\ “I’d like to punish $Ash .” In your peripheral vision, you can see your former keyholder distraught. “Oooh, what an interesting choice, $name . After so long on the receiving end, you want to dish out some punishment yourself, huh? Very well, I’ll not only allow it, I’m eager to see just how frustrated you were with your old Mistress.” Miss $Gray retrieves a pair of crops from behind her desk, and she hands one to you. “I’ve not entirely decided on all the ways I’ll be punishing this little manipulator, but I think you should be able to help me with some corporal punishment. $Ash , pull down your skirt, pantyhose and panties, then bend over your desk!” After a little hesitation, she does as she’s told. Her exposed rear is still beautiful, and part of you wants to throw down the riding crop and kiss it instead, but you curse the lingering effects of $Ash ‘s control over you and push those thoughts to the side. “Now, I’ll go first, and I’ll explain the technique to you.” You and Miss $Gray face each other, with $Ash leaning to the side of you, facing away. Your teacher mimics the movement of hitting someone with the crop, doing it slowly to give you a good view, like she’s a golfer practicing a swing. “One thing that most people don’t recognise at first is that most of the impact comes from the wrist, not the arm. If you go too crazy with your swing, you’ll completely miss the cheeks, and end up hitting nothing but air, or maybe even legs. Your wrist allows you to better control the movement. Give it a go.” [img[Images/P - Spank Ash.jpg]] You slowly do what your teacher did, practicing the movement. Miss $Gray even stands behind you to alter your grip and stance. “Now, give it a swing.” You brush the crop up, and slam it down on your target…or at least close to it. $Ash gasps in pain and whimpers. Looking at where the weapon is wedged, you see what caused the scream. The crop landed squarely between her cheeks, striking her butthole. “That was…a good attempt, $name , but not quite. Here, I have an idea to ensure you hit where you’re supposed.” She lines your crop a couple of inches away from $Ash ‘s butt, and tells you to strike. When you do, there’s no audible reaction from the target. But then Miss $Gray resets your angle slightly further away, and then even further, each time getting a louder reaction from $Ash, no matter how much she tries to stop herself from yelping. By the end, you try from the same starting point you originally hit her with, and end up hitting her square in the middle of her butt cheek, creating a very loud squeal - a noise certainly louder than any Miss $Gray has drawn out of you. “That was good $name , very good. Clearly you have some anger that you needed to unleash in a healthy manner, and no one undeserving was hurt.” She puts her spanking tools back behind her desk and tells $Ash to pull clothes back up. <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail 6<-Continue]]\ <<else>>”Now that you’ve got that out of your system, do you have any other requests? You have been a very good girl as of late, after all.”<</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailDate is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Date<-A date with her][$BlackmailDate to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<elseif $BlackmailDate is 1>>You’ve already asked to go on a date<<else>><</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailVibrator is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Vibrator<-Easing of chastity][$BlackmailVibrator to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<else>>Miss $Gray has already helped you with your chastity situation<</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailHandjob is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Handjob<-Sexual relief][$BlackmailHandjob to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<else>>You’ve already had some sexual relief<</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Punish<-Assisting in the punishment][$BlackmailPunish to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 1>>You’ve already punished $Ash <<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 2>>You can’t punish $Ash after forgiving her<</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Forgive<-Forgiving friend][$BlackmailPunish to 2, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 1>>You can’t forgive $Ash after having punished her<<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 2>>You’ve already forgiven $Ash <</if>>

<<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1>>\ Seeing $Ash distraught like this is devastating to you for some reason. Maybe you just have a soft spot for girls who are sad and vulnerable, or maybe having her train you screwed up your mentality enough that you can’t bear to see her like this. “Actually, I think you should go easier on $Ash.” Her eyes turn to you slightly, confused but also relieved. “You want me to go easy on $Ash ? After you’re the reason she’s in this position? You truly are unique, $name . What a waste of a gift. No, I will not go easier on her after what she did. Do either of you realize how reckless what she did was? If that information got out, I’d lose more than just my job. I will punish her in whatever way I see fit, and she will accept it, and you, $name , will realize your feelings for her are foolish.” <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail 6<-Continue]]\ <<else>>"As stupid of a request that was, I still appreciate what you did. So pick something else. Something that doesn’t involve me going easy on your “friend.”"<</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailDate is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Date<-A date with her][$BlackmailDate to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<elseif $BlackmailDate is 1>>You’ve already asked to go on a date<<else>><</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailVibrator is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Vibrator<-Easing of chastity][$BlackmailVibrator to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<else>>Miss $Gray has already helped you with your chastity situation<</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailHandjob is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Handjob<-Sexual relief][$BlackmailHandjob to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<else>>You’ve already had some sexual relief<</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Punish<-Assisting in the punishment][$BlackmailPunish to 1, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 1>>You’ve already punished $Ash <<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 2>>You can’t punish $Ash after forgiving her<</if>> <<if $BlackmailReward is 0>><<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 0>>[[11-4 Blackmail Forgive<-Forgiving friend][$BlackmailPunish to 2, $BlackmailReward to $BlackmailReward - 1]]<<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 1>>You can’t forgive $Ash after having punished her<<elseif $BlackmailPunish is 2>>You’ve already forgiven $Ash <</if>>

<<set $CC3 to 3>><<set $CC2 to 0>>\ “I believe that is all the gratitude I have. Now, let’s get your new cage equipped.” Your teacher kneels down in front of you and puts the ring of the device around your cock and balls, before putting on the cage<<if $BlackmailHandjob is 1>>after wiping the leftover cum off the tip of your dick with your underwear.<<else>>.<</if>> The cage itself is lighter than what you’re used to, and it’s also less bulky. It’s not uncomfortable at all, though that may change if you try to get hard inside it. The last thing you notice is the seeming lack of any lock, like what Miss $Gray was referring to in the morning. “Don’t worry about that, it’s not locked on permanently. It’s unlocked through my phone, and only through my thumb print.” She waves her phone at you, demonstrating her new power. <<if $BlackmailVibrator is 1>>You feel a sudden buzz in the cage that immediately makes you dick semi hard. “That’s the vibrator that I installed. Powerful isn’t it? I’ll share access to that function with you."<</if>> “You can now leave, $name . Don’t worry about any inadequate trainers in your life anymore, I will be ensuring you become the perfect sissy in no time at all. $Ash will remain here,<<if $BlackmailPunish is 1>> and her punishment will continue."<<else>>and I’ll start punishing her."<</if>> <<if $BlackmailHandjob is 1>>You look at $Ash . The cum drying on her face makes her look like a complete whore, and you can tell she’s bitterly humiliated by it. <</if>>You head towards the door before looking back. <<if $BlackmailPunish is 2>>$Ash is looking at you, smiling slightly. It seems your poor attempt to redeem her to Miss $Gray actually helped save your relationship somewhat. <<else>>$Ash doesn’t even bother to turn and face you. <</if>><<if $BlackmailDate is 1>>”Oh, and sissy? I like flowers. If you want to impress me on our “date”, get me some flowers.”<</if>> [[11-4 Blackmail 7<-Continue][$H to 18]]

You walk a relaxed journey home. It seems you actually won from this. $Ash no longer has your key, and while Miss $Gray isn’t terribly better, at least you can predict a disciplinarian like your teacher, not a maniac like $Ash . And with her properly locked up, she might actually understand what she put you through. And best of all? You never had to wear a girl’s uniform. //After how crazy the past day has been, I can’t wait to get home and relax// [[11-4 Blackmail 8<-Continue]]

[img[Images/Flowers.jpg]] Spotting the flower stall, you figure it’s a great place to buy Miss $Gray a present ahead of your date. There’s a wide array of beautiful flowers out. You never really cared for floristry, so apart from the roses, you’re clueless as to what they are. And while they are all beautiful and smell nice, how are you supposed to know which ones Miss $Gray would like? It's probably a much better idea to simply buy some according to the price. At least then she’ll know you cared about the gift. There are some rather cheap ones that she might be impressed by, but she also might just see them as glorified weeds. On the other end of the spectrum, there are some that are mind bogglingly expensive. Their labels show they’re approaching 100$ , just for some leaves and petals that die in a few days! <<if $I gt 4>>[[Mall<-Buy cheap flowers][$I to $I - 5, $BlackmailDate to 2]]<<else>>Cheap flowers-5$<</if>> <<if $I gt 29>>[[Mall<-Buy expensive flowers][$I to $I - 30, $BlackmailDate to 3]]<<else>>Expensive flowers-30$<</if>> <<if $I gt 99>>[[Mall<-Buy very expensive flowers][$I to $I - 100, $BlackmailDate to 4]]<<else>>Expensive flowers-100$<</if>> [[Mall<-Return]]

Your renewed calmness is immediately thrown off when you enter your house. There’s a pile of clothing - strips of it - piling high. It’s hard to identify any one item from the assembly of materials, but you think it might be… $Hannah is coming downstairs as you consider the pile. “Hey, what’s all this?” She tosses a pair of shoes on the pile, shoes you are certain are yours. “This is all of your man clothes, $name .” “What!? Why!?” “Like you and your girlfriend told me, you’re a sissy. So you shouldn’t be having any of these pants or shirts. If you want to be a woman so badly, you don’t get any of these guy clothes, you get skirts and lingerie, all the time.” “But you can’t do this, these are my clothes!” “Yes, and this is my house, and I’ve decided I don’t want any perverted men or sissies here. Just thinking about all the times you must have tried on my panties sends shivers down my spine. You repulse me, $name , and I don’t want you living here any longer. Take your dildos and your deplorable stash of lingerie and leave.” “What!? Where am I supposed to go!?” “Ask your girlfriend. She’s just as fucked up as you, so I’m sure you’ll grow old together, but I want no part of your screwed life.” <<if $HannahR gt -1>>She stomps upstairs, slamming her bedroom door behind her. From the way she was screaming at you, she’s serious, maybe enough to even call the police if you stay.<<elseif $HannahR gt -6>>She stomps upstairs. “And you were an awful housemate and stepbrother. Now piss off.” She slams her bedroom door behind her. From the way she was screaming at you, she’s serious, maybe enough to even call the police if you stay.<<elseif $HannahR lt -5>>She stomps upstairs. “And you were the worst housemate and stepbrother. I bet your parents are glad they don’t have to live with you anymore. Now piss off.” She slams her bedroom door behind her. From the way she was screaming at you, she’s serious, maybe enough to even call the police if you stay.<</if>> Deciding what to do, you look at the heap of clothing. All your underwear, pants, shirts and jackets are destroyed. The only masculine clothes you own now are the ones you are wearing. After being so close to freedom from her, you know you don’t have a choice. //$Hannah wasn't quite right. $Ash is an option, but she's not the only one. $Jen 's house is certainly big enough. The question is, would she be willing to let me crash there for a couple of days?// [[11-4 Blackmail Ash<-Call][$M to $M + 30, $S to $S + 4]] $Ash <<if $JenLevel gt 4>>[[11-4 Jen Bad 1<-Call][$M to $M + 30, $S to $S + 4]] $Jen<<elseif $JenLevel lt 5>>[[11-4 Jen Good 1<-Call][$M to $M + 30, $S to $S + 4]] $Jen <</if>>

<<if $BlackmailPunish is 2>><<set $Fem to 42>>”$name ?” You explain how $Hannah wants you to leave, and $Ash graciously seems to understand what you’re asking. “I’ll be there shortly - we can talk more then.” True to her word, she does arrive at your house, presumably after Miss $Gray was finished punishing her for the day. “So $Hannah wants you to leave? Well, after what you did to me, I’d love to laugh at you on the curb. But after you tried to stop $Gray from punishing me, I guess you regret doing it, huh? So, how about we try to forget about what you did, and get you settled in at my house?” You’re more than happy to agree to her proposal, though you don’t entirely trust she’s forgiven you. “And this is all your male clothes?” She asks, both of your attention turning to the pile of destroyed apparel. “All except this” you shrug, waving your hands at your current uniform. “Well, let’s pack up your girl clothes and leave.” You box and bag the rest of your belongings with $Ash . Collecting all your girl clothing, shoes and everything else. “Come on $name . Let’s head home - to our home.” [[11-4 Resist Uniform 7<-Continue][$H to $H + 4]]\ <<else>>$Ash doesn’t even answer her phone, but you know she’s denying the call because of how prematurely your phone stops trying to call her. When it’s clear that it isn’t going to work, you figure you have to do it the old fashioned way, and walk to her house. And it’s the same story there. No matter how many times you knock on her door, there’s no response, and you’re beginning to be concerned the neighbors might think you’re harassing her, which would be cruelly ironic. You’re about to give up on that too when you hear a familiar voice behind you. “$name . What do you want? I think you made it clear you weren’t interested in knowing each other.” She must have just returned after her punishment with Miss $Gray . You explain your desperate situation, how you need a place to stay. “So you want to use me, do you? Sorry sissy, I’m not interested.” She brushes past you to enter her house. “But please $Ash . I’ve got nowhere else to go. And it is your fault.” “Oh really? And how’s that?” “If you hadn’t told $Hannah what she didn’t want to know, she wouldn’t be disgusted by me and want me to leave.” “And if you hadn’t gone through my diary and ratted me out to that bitch I might care. But you passed up the best Mistress you could ever wish for, and now I’m kept in chastity, just like you are. So unless you have a good reason for me to, I want you to leave.” She’s about to shut the door on you when you do what you’re certain she wants from you: a display of remorse and submission. So you start begging on your knees in public. “Please $Ash , you’re the only person I have…and…you’re an amazing Mistress, and I’m so incredibly sorry for betraying you.” You look up from $Ash ‘s feet to her face. She seems just as disgusted in you as $Hannah was. “You really are desperate, aren’t you? Alright. We can discuss the terms of you living here later. Let’s go get your stuff.” You box and bag your belongings with $Ash . The only male clothing you have left are ones on your body. “Come on $name . Let’s head home - to our home.” [[11-4 Blackmail 10<-Continue][$H to $H + 4]]<</if>>

<<if $IClean is 1>><<elseif $StorageCloset is 0>><<set $C5 to 3>><<elseif $StorageCloset is 1>><<set $C5 to 7>><</if>>\ [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] For the next few hours $Ash and you talk about your new life together whilst you tidy up her room so that there’s space for your own stuff. “While you live here, there will be some things you have to get used to. There’s lots of chores that need to be done that I can’t get around to. And I might have to put in place some rules if it means a better life for us. That’s fair, right?” “Of course.” You’re incredibly grateful for her allowing you to be here, so no house rules should be an issue. “Great. First of all, I don’t want any men’s clothing in this house at all. So when you take off that outfit tonight, I’m throwing it straight in the trash.” //Gulp// “And any other male things you buy will be joining it, so don’t waste your money. I’m still trying to make you the best sissy you can be, so you can wear the spare girl’s uniform I have. You’ll want to buy yourself some more clothes from the mall as well. Now that you’ve got no choice but to wear feminine things, you might as well make it easier on yourself and not wear the same things everyday. You can handle all this, can’t you?” “Sure.” The word thankfully slips out of your mouth before you have a chance to argue with her. “Great, because the moment I see you in something masculine is the day you’re back on the streets. Now, there’s enough space in the closet for your clothes and shoes, as well as mine. You can use that old drawer I have lying around for your lingerie. I do have a vanity table with boat loads of makeup, though my makeup is much higher quality than yours, so I think we should keep our cosmetics separate. But we can share everything else…including the bed. ” You two strip down and get ready to go to sleep. True to her word, she gathers all your male clothes and tosses them, leaving you no choice of what to wear to Farrix tomorrow. Slipping under the sheets, you two barely touch throughout the night. She’s still pissed at you, and you’re too scared to try anything, not that there’s much you could do anyway. You’re both kept in chastity by Miss $Gray now. [[Sleep<-...][$CK[0] to 0, $CK[2] to 0]]

<<set $BDSM to 1>>\ <<set $H to 7>>\ <<set $PJ4 to 1>>\ <<if $Home gte 3 and $Home lte 4>><<set $W11A2 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[0] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[0] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[0] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[0] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[0] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[0] gt 100>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[0] gt 100>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[0] gt 100>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[0] gt 100>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[0] gt 100>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[1] gt 100>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[1] gt 100>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[1] gt 100>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[1] gt 100>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[1] gt 100>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[2] lt 2>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[2] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[2] lt 2>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[2] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[2] lt 2>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[2] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[2] lt 2>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[2] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[2] lt 2>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[2] to 0>><</if>>\ [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] Your slumber ends and your eyes awake to the stunning sight of $Ash, holding a tray of breakfast items in her hands. You sit up and allow her to put it on your lap. “Good morning. How’d you sleep, slave?” You mumble some passive answer with your mouth full of cereal. Far better than morning television, $Ash lets you observe her dressing for school. Milk almost drools out your mouth while she puts on her pantyhose and uniform. When she’s done, she plants her beautiful skirted butt on the chair of her vanity table, and begins putting on makeup. “It would have been much easier if you had just worn the outfit for me yesterday. But now things have to change. Both between me and you, $name , and between me and Miss $Gray . She has control over both of our chastity devices, which is unacceptable. I plan on changing that.” “How are you going to do that?” “It’s not as simple as a metal key anymore. These devices have no marks or branding, and $Gray said they’re custom made. But if we can find out where they come from, we might be able to find a way out of them. I’ll look more into it later. But I will get revenge on $Gray for screwing me over, and locking me in this thing. And you, my obedient slut are going to help me.” “What do you need help with?” “I’m not sure yet. If I have a lead, I’ll let you know and we can figure it out from there. Until then, we act like model students. Understood?” She looks over, and you nod out of obedience. “Good. And don't think I had forgotten to punish you either. That will come when I decide on something suitable. But in the meantime, a model student wears her uniform, doesn’t she?” $Ash reaches into her closet, and tosses your outfit for the day before searching in your lingerie drawers. “I think I should be in charge of what you wear for your first time going to Farrix as a girl. Hmm…these are always a classic.” She tosses a pair of black pantyhose on top of the uniform. “These are pretty, and were a very generous gift from me.” A pair of pink panties join the collection of clothing on the bed. “Now, for a bra.” <<if $Bra8 is 0 and $Bra2 is 0 and $Bra3 is 0 and $Bra4 is 0 and $Bra5 is 0 and $Bra6 is 0>>”No real bras, huh sissy? That is a shame. It would be improper to not wear one with your tits. But whose fault is that? You’ll just have to suffer and wonder if everyone’s staring at your nipples."\ <<else>>”You’ve got some nice ones, but I think I know what’s perfect.” She buries into her own collection of lingerie, and fishes out a pink brassiere, which looks incredibly similar to the panties. [img[Images/C/Bra5 400.jpg]] “It is a matching set, after all.<</if>> Now get dressed, we don’t want to be late.” You put on the undergarments like you’re accustomed to, before the skirt and blouse. In the mirror, it’s hard to say you’re convincing, but it’s better to be humiliated looking like this than it is to live on the streets, which is a bold statement to make when anyone has yet to see you like this. You top the outfit off with a pair of flats and leave for Farrix. <<if $Bra2 is 0 and $Bra3 is 0 and $Bra4 is 0 and $Bra5 is 0 and $Bra6 is 0 and $Bra7 is 0 and $Bra8 is 0 and $Bra9 is 0>>[[11-5 Blackmail 2<-Continue][$CL[1] to 1, $CL[2] to 21, $CK[0] to 2, $CK[2] to 3]]\ <<else>>[[11-5 Blackmail 2<-Continue][$CL[0] to 1, $CL[1] to 1, $CL[2] to 21, $Bra1 to 1, $CK[0] to 2, $CK[2] to 3]]<</if>>

<<set $M to 45>>The walk to Farrix is nerve inducing, but not as much as you thought it would be. $Ash ‘s palm locked with yours gives you comfort. In some ways, it’s liberating being forced to wear the Farrix girl’s uniform. When $Ash asked you to wear it, you had a choice - a choice which gave you stress to think about. Today though, you don’t have a choice. There’s no risk of paralysis of analysis if you’re forced into doing this, so you might as well try and enjoy it if you can. And with the cool air hitting your legs and reaching up to your crotch, it’s hard not to enjoy it a little. [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] You and $Ash walk into Farrix and then to room 68, where Miss $Gray is still looking at her computer. “$name , let us actu…” Her train of thought derails at seeing you in the school uniform. “You look...beautiful. Allow me to congratulate you on having the confidence to wear such a beautiful garment out in public. Your months of feminization are beginning to pay off.” Her wide smile turns sours a little at $Ash ‘s entrance. “Thank you for coming like I instructed you to as well. “It's a shame you couldn't get her to wear this outfit, isn't it?” $Ash bites her tongue. “Indeed, Miss $Gray ." Your teacher's attention returns to you. "Now, let’s not delay your underwear inspection, $name . With that skirt, it’s even more important to not wear men’s underwear. Could you imagine how inappropriate it would be if someone looked up your skirt only to see boxers?” She leaves her desk and stands in front of you, allowing you to pull down your skirt and raise up your blouse. “Delightful lingerie, and they’re matching too. You’re excelling, $name .” On the outskirts of your peripheral vision, you can see $Ash grin. <<if $ShaveLegs gt 6>>”Though your legs definitely need to be shaved, especially if you’re going to be wearing a skirt more often.” She smirks in $Ash ‘s direction.<</if>> “That will be all for today, you may take a seat.” After reequipping your clothes, you do as she says. [[11-5 Blackmail 3<-Continue][$H to 8, $M to 0]]

It’s hard to gauge if other students have noticed your choice of uniform when you can only see the back of their heads. But as the classes starts, continues, and ends, you’re sure some of the girls behind you must have realized your lack of pants. $Ash says goodbye at the end of the lesson, teasingly reminding you to not get lost on the way home. $Gray gives you a smile of encouragement that you’re doing well. You can only hope the rest of the day goes as well as the first hour did, with little in the way of derision or belittlement. [[11-5 Blackmail 4<-Continue][$H to 16]]

<<set $Home to 4>>\ <<set $S to $S + 2>><<if $S gt 10>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $L to $L + 1>><<if $L gt 10>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ <<set $Fem to 50>>\ <<set $SU2 to 1>>\ <<set $Shoes3 to 1>>\ The rest of the day, sadly, does not go without derision or belittlement. You can feel their judging eyes upon you throughout your classes - their whispers as you’re walking through the corridors, their jokes that they don’t think you can hear. <<if $ShaveLegs lt 7>>”Oh my god, look at his legs!”<<else>>”Eww, look at his leg hair beneath his pantyhose!”<</if>> “What do you think he’s wearing under that skirt?” “His girlfriend definitely pegs him.” “Girlfriend? Yeah, right!” Gratefully, the day does end. After hours of humiliation, you figure you don’t have to go straight home. After all, you’re going to have to get used to wearing girls’ clothes. [[Room 3/4<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] <<if $S gt 9>>You feel too stressed to not go straight home<</if>>\ <<if $S lt 10 and $A gt 0>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>>

<<set $M to 45>><<set $H to 7>>\ <<if $BDSM gt 17>>[img[Images/C/Sleep 40 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $BDSM gt 12>>[img[Images/C/Sleep 3 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $BDSM gt 7>>[img[Images/C/Sleep 2 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $BDSM gt 2>>[img[Images/C/Sleep 1 400.jpg]]<</if>> [img[Images/Thong SleepG.gif]] <<if $Fem is 53 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $BDSM to $BDSM - 1>>As you wake up, you're surprised to see $Ash is already getting a headstart on the day. She’s at her desk, typing away. “Hey, what are you working on this early?” “Trying to find a way out of this blasted belt.” “Have you found any leads?” “No, not one.” You sigh in frustration, but $Ash is strangely more optimistic. “Wherever she got these chastity devices from, it’s clearly well hidden, something secretive. I haven’t found a single thing about them online, which leaves us only one option. We know Miss $Gray got them, so we have to get that information from her.” “You really think she’ll tell us where she got them from?” “Of course not.” She swivels around to look at you. “So we have to gain access to her computer and take that information.” “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” “No, but it’s our only one.” You sigh again, this time out of frustration for $Ash ‘s tenacity. “Do you at least have a plan for how to do that?” “That I do.” “Are you going to tell me what it is?” “Not now. You might want to back out if I did. But I am going to need your help. You need to make sure you get detention today. Wear something inappropriate, mismatched underwear, whatever, I don’t care.” “Are you really not going to tell me anything else?” $Ash is now the one sighing. “At some point in your detention, I’ll send you a message. When I do, you need to distract $Gray - get her away from her computer.” “And then you sneak in?” “See, this is why I’m not telling you more, dummy. Just wear something she won’t like and the plan will become clear.” With $Ash ‘s plan in motion, you start your day with each other by having breakfast.\ <<elseif $BDSM is 1>>You wake up to the still alien sight of $Ash next to you. Despite the bizarre events that led you here, being able to lie next to her beautiful form maybe makes it worth it. You stretch your body as your bedmate wakes up too. “Good morning sissy. You were busy last night.” You figure she must have had a crazy dream, because you’ve no idea what she’s talking about. “I never knew you would be so handsy.” “Handsy?” “The amount of times I woke up from you trying to touch me down there, it was actually kind of annoying.” “Oh, sorry, I’ll try not to.” “Good sissy. Now, how about we go make some breakfast?” You do as she suggests, and the two of you exit the warm embrace of the bed to get some food. She gets the milk while you get the cereal. She gets the butter while you get the bread. Surprisingly, $Ash and you work well as a team together, even though you’re more used to being beneath her, not an equal teammate.\ <<elseif $BDSM is 2>>As you wake up, $Ash has already more than exited her slumber. Her gorgeous eyes are staring right at you. “Hey, how did you sleep?” “I couldn’t.” “Do you get nightmares a lot?” “Only since you moved in. This big monster with 2 arms keeps trying to touch my breasts.” Even though she’s joking, you can gather the passive aggression in her voice. “It’s like sleeping you doesn’t know it’s inappropriate to touch someone better than her.” “I’m sorry, $Ash .” “I’m sure you are, $name . But that doesn’t stop your night time fondling, does it?” After an awkward silence, she takes the lead and goes to the kitchen. You sheepishly follow. Breakfast is just as quiet and uncomfortable.\ <<elseif $BDSM is 3>><<set $SleepUniform to 1>>When you awake, $Ash is still thankfully asleep. You must have managed to stop your nighttime fondling. Relieved to be spared of her wrath, you stretch, only to realize something strange. Your hands are connected. Removing your arms from the covers, you see that a pair of handcuffs found their way onto your wrists in your sleep. They’re not the typical police style handcuffs, though. In typical $Ash fashion, she found a way to make it even more humiliating. Even more girly. They’re pink, with fur on the inside. Frustratingly, they’re actually comfortable. A yawn draws your attention. “Morning sissy. Did you sleep well?” “$Ash , why did you put these on me?” “Is that a yes? I know I did. After your hands were tied together I slept like a baby.” “I’m sorry if I was trying to fondle you again. But can I take these off now?” “Of course, my sweet sissy.” You're relieved that she doesn’t oppose the idea, so you take them off. Fortunately, they weren’t locked on, only strapped together with a small chain. “But I think we should make them part of your pajamas - part of your sleep uniform.” “What?” “Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you sissy. But if you ever want to go to sleep, you’re going to have to sleep with these handcuffs on. I just can’t get a peaceful night’s sleep otherwise.” She disappears downstairs before you get a chance to argue more, not that it would have an effect anyway. You’re just going to have to get used to your new “sleep uniform.” When the conversation over breakfast is much better than it was yesterday, you decide to not ruin it by arguing anymore.\ <<elseif $BDSM is 4 or $BDSM is 5>>Awakening to the beautiful sight of $Ash is something you could never complain about. You could watch her sleep for hours. If only you had the time. Maybe because of dreams inspired by sleeping next to such a bombshell, you have to wipe away a line of drool from your mouth. $Ash awakens soon after. You exchange morning pleasantries, and it’s only when you go to rub your eyes that you remember your hands are bound. After removing them, $Ash and you go to eat breakfast.\ <<elseif $BDSM is 6>>When you wake up, $Ash has already stirred herself. “You really must have some interesting dreams.” “What makes you say that?” “I suppose you’d have no way of knowing this, but you actually sleep talk.” “Oh really? What was I saying?” “Well, it was all rather innocuous at first, or so I thought. But “not in there” makes a lot more sense when you start asking for it to be “harder".” Your cheeks turn a familiar shade. “Really?” “In between a mix of talks of which color of panties are the prettiest, yeah. You really have been trained well.” She laughs a little while getting up. “Well, I’m glad you like it.” “I never said I liked it.” She exits on that note, and you catch up to eat breakfast with her.\ <<elseif $BDSM is 7>>”Eww, you stupid sissy!” Awakening to a shriek has never been a good thing, especially when it’s someone who holds as much power over you as $Ash does. At first, it looks like $Ash is making eye contact, but you see that’s not quite right. Her pupils are actually locked at your mouth, which you now notice has a long line of drool coming from it. You brush it away with your hand, hoping it means $Ash will forget about it. You were wrong. “I don’t mind if you dream about sucking all the cocks in the world, but I will not have you drooling on my pillows!” “I’m sorry $Ash, it won’t happen again.” “You best be right sissy. For your sake.” //Gulp// She goes to eat breakfast. After waiting five minutes in the vain hope that she will calm down, you follow suit.\ <<elseif $BDSM is 8>>If awakening to a shriek is bad, then a slap to the face is even worse, but that’s how your day starts. “What was that for?” You’re yelling at $Ash for the first time since you moved in together. “For cheating on me with that bitch.” “What? With who? And when?” “In your sleep. You should have heard yourself, begging “Mistress” $Gray to punish you, spank you, anything. Anything to spend more time with her, and not me.” “I’m sorry, $Ash , but it was just a dream, it doesn’t mean anything. You’re overreacting.” “Overreacting? Would someone who was overreacting make you wear a gag to sleep to keep your whore mouth shut?” “Yes, they would, $Ash !” “Well too bad sissy! If you want to share a bed then you can put on this ball gag every night.” She tosses another bondage item at you. The ball gag matches the handcuffs around your wrists. Just like them, they’re very pink, and very humiliating. She storms off to consume her morning meal. You join her for another very awkward breakfast.\ <<elseif $BDSM is 9 or $BDSM is 10 or $BDSM is 11>>You awaken once more to the beautiful body next to you sweetly slumbering. It seems $Ash ‘s demands for you to wear the handcuffs and the gag have done their job well, and you no longer have to worry about disturbing her in her sleep. “Good morning sissy. Sleep well?” You nod and exchange morning pleasantries before getting up to make breakfast together, prior to going to Farrix.\ <<elseif $BDSM is 12>>”Have you ever seen a dog sleep?” $Ash ‘s morning question leaves you unsure whether she’s speaking metaphorically or literally. You remove your ball gag and struggle to mumble a response. “Umm, no?” “First it was your hands grabbing me, then it was your slobbering. And now, you can’t even sleep a minute without kicking me.” “I’m sorry $Ash . You know I’m not trying to bother you, right?” “Oh no, of course I know you’re not sweetie, but it still annoys the shit out of me. Make it stop, before I have to find a solution to it.”\ <<elseif $BDSM is 13>>Today, it’s you who wakes up first, not $Ash , proving that your nighttime football practice wasn’t in fact a problem. //$name 1 , $Ash …132?// You take off your ball gag just as $Ash wakes up. “Good morning. How’d you sleep?” “Well, at first, not that great. But then it all mysteriously got better. Strange how that happens, huh?” She gets up and goes to make breakfast. You attempt to follow after taking off your handcuffs, but just as you jump out of bed, something gets caught on your ankle, and you end up face first on the floor. “Ouch.” Getting back to your feet, you see that it wasn’t in fact a rogue wire that accidentally tangled itself around your ankles, but something very, very intentional. A pair of cuffs, matching the ones you wear around your wrists, are strapping your legs together, making you look like a common criminal. You toss them onto the kitchen table, where $Ash is already tucking into a bowl of cereal. “Let me guess, these are a new addition to my sleep uniform?” “You catch on quick.” “Can you at least tell me when you put me in more bondage in my sleep? I’d rather not end up on my face again.” “I’d watch your attitude sissy. I might just have to make your gag part of your “house uniform.”\ <<elseif $BDSM is 14 or $BDSM is 15 or $BDSM is 16 or $BDSM is 17>>You’ve settled into a routine for getting out of your bondage now. First, it’s your handcuffs that need to be taken off, otherwise you’d struggle with the rest. Then it’s your gag, which is the only one that gives you discomfort. Finally, it’s the ankle cuffs. “Good morning sissy. Sleep well?” You nod and exchange morning pleasantries before getting up to make breakfast together, prior to going to Farrix.\ <<elseif $BDSM is 18>>”Good morning sissy. How did you sleep?” “Fine thanks…” The unfamiliar sensation of something wrapped around your neck stops you from continuing. You almost feel like the prey of a snake, with something constricting your throat. A hand checking on it confirms what you suspected. $Ash has been busy once again. It’s another BDSM item. This time, a collar. “How was my neck bothering you in your sleep?” “Oh, it wasn’t. I just thought the collar looked pretty.” $Ash gets up for breakfast. You fumble with the clasp of the accessory, and when it’s removed, you see that the color matches the rest of your sleep uniform. After taking off the rest of your bondage, you catch up to $Ash and eat breakfast too. Throughout the meal though, you can’t help but worry about what humiliating item of submission she will make you wear next.\ <<elseif $BDSM is 19 or $BDSM is 20 or $BDSM is 21 or $BDSM is 22>>Waking up next to $Ash is always a pleasant sight, even despite your constrictive sleep uniform. After taking off your cuffs and then the forceful gag, you add the collar, which you dangerously almost forgot about, to the pile, and get up to make breakfast for you and $Ash .\ <<elseif $BDSM is 23>>”You know sissy, I don’t think I’ve been treating you properly.” “Really? How so?” “These hand and ankle cuffs. They seem a little inappropriate.” //Finally!// “So you’re not going to make me wear them anymore?” “Oh no, not at all. What I mean is that they’re not nearly harsh enough. When I’m asleep, you could still touch me all over, even with your hands cuffed. That’s not at all allowable for a pathetic sissy like you.” She tugs on the system of ropes beneath the bed, with four straps at each corner of the bed. “From now on, I’m going to bind your arms and legs at night so that you can’t move them at all. And if you tried to, it would only tug on your other limbs. Doesn’t that seem so much better.” “So much more…appropriate.” You sigh. “I’m glad you agree. But with you hogging the middle of the bed, I can’t be cramped at the edge. I’ll just have to sleep on top of you, face down, of course. Imagine that! It’ll be like we’re having sex, except your clitty’s in a cage, and you can’t move any of your body. I’m sure it’ll lead to some sweet dreams.” After taking off your sleep uniform, you think about $Ash ‘s new mandate whilst eating breakfast.\ <<elseif $BDSM is 24 or $BDSM is 25 or $BSDM is 26 or $BDSM is 27>>You awaken from a torrent of sexual dreams that you can’t even remember to see what undoubtedly caused them. $Ash is laying on top of you, just like you were actual lovers. Only you can’t stroke her hair since your hands are bound, and you can’t wrap your legs around her since yours are tied to the bed. Worst of all though, is your inability to grind your crotch into hers, which are only separated by a couple of inches of air, and the fabric and materials covering your respective groins. $Ash soon stirs, and helps unwind the straps. After teasing you a little more, you eat breakfast together, and get ready for another day at Farrix.\ <<elseif $BDSM gt 27>>You awaken from a torrent of sexual dreams that you can’t even remember to see what undoubtedly caused them. $Ash is laying on top of you, just like you were actual lovers. Only you can’t stroke her hair since your hands are bound, and you can’t wrap your legs around her since yours are tied to the bed. Worst of all though, is your inability to grind your crotch into hers, which are only separated by a couple of inches of air, and the fabric covering your respective groins. $Ash soon stirs. After teasing you a little more, you eat breakfast together, and get ready for another day at Farrix.<</if>> [[Room 3/4<-Go to your room][$BDSM to $BDSM + 1, $SUSleep to 0]]

\<<if $C2 lt 0>><<set $C2 to 0>><</if>>\ \<<if $C4 lt 0>><<set $C4 to 0>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 9>>\ <<if $BDSM gt 17>>[img[Images/C/Sleep 40 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $BDSM gt 12>>[img[Images/C/Sleep 3 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $BDSM gt 7>>[img[Images/C/Sleep 2 400.jpg]]\ <<elseif $BDSM gt 2>>[img[Images/C/Sleep 1 400.jpg]]<</if>> [img[Images/Thong SleepG.gif]] <<if $BDSM lt 3>>$Ash is already stirring by the time you open your eyes. And not only is she quickly coming to life, she seems eager to commence the day, primarily because of her obsession with getting out of her chastity belt. You have to wonder if she was always this motivated after waking up. When she was in charge of your chastity cage, did she wake up full of this same vigor, with an eagerness to feminize you further, or is her personal desire for freedom a greater fuel? You’ll never know, but you are certain that you can’t match her energy.\ <<elseif $BDSM gt 2 and $BDSM lt 8>>$Ash is already stirring by the time you open your eyes. And not only is she quickly coming to life, she seems eager to commence the day, primarily because of her obsession with getting out of her chastity belt. You have to wonder if she was always this motivated after waking up. When she was in charge of your chastity cage, did she wake up full of this same vigor, with an eagerness to feminize you further, or is her personal desire for freedom a greater fuel? You’ll never know, but you are certain that you can’t match her energy. As you unbuckle your handcuffs, stretching your arms afterwards, she’s already dressed and at her desk, trying to connect more dots on her way to genital liberty.\ <<elseif $BDSM gt 8 and $BDSM lt 13>>$Ash is already stirring by the time you open your eyes. And not only is she quickly coming to life, she seems eager to commence the day, primarily because of her obsession with getting out of her chastity belt. You have to wonder if she was always this motivated after waking up. When she was in charge of your chastity cage, did she wake up full of this same vigor, with an eagerness to feminize you further, or is her personal desire for freedom a greater fuel? You’ll never know, but you are certain that you can’t match her energy. As you unbuckle your handcuffs and gag, chomping at the air to try to get some feeling back in your stretched out mouth, she’s already at her desk, trying to connect more dots on her way to genital liberty.\ <<elseif $BDSM gt 12 and $BDSM lt 18>>$Ash is already out of bed by the time your eyes return from dream street to reality. In fact, she’s already dressed and at her desk, connecting dots in the hope of finding an escape to both your chastity devices, though you’re becoming increasingly worried that she might be preferencing her own escape. There’s a hot cup of coffee next to her, giving her brain some extra fuel for her task. [img[Images/Morning Ash coffee.jpg]] Unbuckling the pair of cuffs and then your gag, you lament that your chastity cage can’t come off as easily.\ <<elseif $BDSM gt 17 and $BDSM lt 23>>$Ash is already out of bed by the time your eyes return from dream street to reality. In fact, she’s already dressed and at her desk, connecting dots in the hope of finding an escape to both your chastity devices, though you’re becoming increasingly worried that she might be preferencing her own escape. There’s a hot cup of coffee next to her, giving her brain some extra fuel for her task. [img[Images/Morning Ash coffee.jpg]] Unbuckling the pair of cuffs and then your gag, you lament that your chastity cage can’t come off as easily. Of course, you shortly after remember the collar, which is annoyingly forgettable. Not visually - if you went out with it on, it’d certainly be noticed by anyone and everyone, no, but instead in terms of the feeling of it. In fact, on some strange level, it’s rather comfortable.\ <<elseif $BDSM lt 100>>$Ash is already out of bed by the time your eyes return from dream street to reality. She’s not dressed. In fact, in her growing obsession, she seems to have neglected putting on clothes. She’s still in her underwear, at her desk, working on the escape to her chastity, and yours, hopefully. There’s an empty cup of coffee next to her, but she has a flask full of the caffeine filled liquid to fuel her further. [img[Images/Morning Ash coffee.jpg]] You wouldn’t mind that she’s working so actively on something that will undoubtedly help the two of you, were it not for the fact that you can’t untie yourself without some assistance, and with your gag, it’s not far from impossible to call for help. “Mmm, cmmmm ymm hmmm mm?” She flicks her head round to check disturbance. Her annoyed eyes fill you with a silent fear, but she does eventually unwrap one strap from your arm, if only to stop your incomprehensible moaning, which allows you to free yourself entirely.<</if>> [[Room 3/4<-Continue]]

<<set $ArrayLingerieNames to ["Nothing", "Lingerie set 1", "Lingerie set 2", "Lingerie set 3", "Lingerie set 4", "Lingerie set 5"]>> <<set $EditArrayName to 0>>\ <<set $CL to [0, 0, 0]>>\ <<set $CK to [0, 0, 0]>>\ <<set $ArrayLingerie1 to [0, 0, 0]>>\ <<set $ArrayLingerie2 to [0, 0, 0]>>\ <<set $ArrayLingerie3 to [0, 0, 0]>>\ <<set $ArrayLingerie4 to [0, 0, 0]>>\ <<set $ArrayLingerie5 to [0, 0, 0]>>\ \ <<set $ArrayOutfit1 to [0, 0, 0]>>\ <<set $ArrayOutfit2 to [0, 0, 0]>>\ <<set $ArrayOutfit3 to [0, 0, 0]>>\ <<set $ArrayOutfit4 to [0, 0, 0]>>\ <<set $ArrayOutfit5 to [0, 0, 0]>>\ \ <<set $Underwear to 0, $Tights to 0, $Pantyhose to 0, $Stockings to 0, $Bra to 0, $SportsBra to 0, $Garter to 0>>\ \ <<set $SleepUniform to 0>>\ \ \ <<set $PantiesM to 0, $SU1 to 0, $Underwear to 0, $PantsM to 0, $BlouseM to 0, $Bottom to 0, $Top to 0, $Outfit to 0, $Hosiery to 0, $Shoes to 0, $Sleepwear to 0, $Skirt to 0, $Blouse to 0, $Pants to 0, $Dress to 0, $App to 0, $Makeup to 0>>\ \ \ <<set $Panties1 to 0, $Panties2 to 0, $Panties3 to 0, $Panties4 to 0, $Panties5 to 0, $Panties6 to 0, $Panties7 to 0, $Panties8 to 0, $Panties9 to 0, $Panties10 to 0, $Panties11 to 0>>\ <<set $Thong1 to 0, $Thong3 to 0, $Thong4 to 0, $Thong5 to 0, $Thong8 to 0, $GarterPanties1 to 0, $GarterPanties2 to 0>>\ <<set $Garter1 to 0, $Garter2 to 0, $Garter3 to 0, $Garter4 to 0, $Garter5 to 0>>\ <<set $SportsBra1 to 0, $SportsBra4 to 0, $SportsBra5 to 0, $SportsBra6 to 0, $SportsBra8 to 0, $Bra1 to 0, $Bra2 to 0, $Bra3 to 0, $Bra4 to 0, $Bra5 to 0, $Bra6 to 0, $Bra7 to 0, $Bra8 to 0, $Bra9 to 0, $Bra to 0>>\ <<set $Pantyhose1 to 0, $Pantyhose2 to 0, $Pantyhose3 to 0, $Pantyhose4 to 0, $Pantyhose5 to 0, $Pantyhose6 to 0, $Pantyhose7 to 0, $Pantyhose8 to 0, $Pantyhose9 to 0, $Pantyhose10 to 0>>\ <<set $Tights1 to 0, $Tights2 to 0, $Tights3 to 0, $Tights4 to 0>> <<set $Stockings1 to 0, $Stockings2 to 0, $Stockings3 to 0, $Stockings4 to 0, $Stockings5 to 0, $Stockings6 to 0>>\ <<set $GarterA to 0, $GarterB to 0, $GarterC to 0>>\ \ \ <<set $Skirt1 to 0, $Skirt2 to 0, $Skirt3 to 0, $Skirt4 to 0, $Skirt5 to 0>>\ <<set $PJ to 0, $PJ1 to 0, $PJ2 to 0, $PJ3 to 0, $PJ4 to 0, $PJ5 to 0, $PJ6 to 0, $PJ7 to 0, $PJ8 to 0, $PJ9 to 0, $PJ10 to 0, $SUSleep to 0>>\ <<set $Dress1 to 0, $Dress2 to 0, $Dress3 to 0, $Dress4 to 0, $Dress5 to 0, $Dress6 to 0, $Dress7 to 0, $Dress8 to 0, $Maid1 to 0>>\ <<set $Skirt1 to 0, $Skirt2 to 0, $Skirt3 to 0, $Skirt4 to 0, $Skirt5 to 0, $Skirt6 to 0, $Skirt7 to 0, $Skirt8 to 0, $Skirt9 to 0, $Skirt10 to 0, $Skirt11 to 0>>\ <<set $Blouse1 to 0, $Blouse2 to 0, $Blouse3 to 0, $Blouse4 to 0, $Blouse5 to 0, $Blouse6 to 0, $Blouse7 to 0, $BlouseM2 to 0>>\ <<set $Pants1 to 0, $Pants2 to 0, $Pants3 to 0, $Pants4 to 0, $Pants5 to 0, $PantsM2 to 0>>\ <<set $Shoes1 to 0, $Shoes2 to 0, $Shoes3 to 0, $Shoes4 to 0, $Shoes5 to 0, $Shoes6 to 0>>\ <<set $GarterUn to 0>>\ <<set $SU2 to 0>>\ <<set $DiaperA to 0>>\ \ \ <<set $NailPolishRemover to 0, $PaintedToes to 0, $LightPinkNP to 0, $DarkPinkNP to 0, $RedNP to 0, $PurpleNP to 0, $LightBlueNP to 0, $DarkBlueNP to 0, $DarkGreenNP to 0, $CyanNP to 0, $GrayNP to 0, $BlackNP to 0, $NudeNP to 0, $PaintedFingers to 0, $PaintedToes to 0, $LightPinkToes to 0, $DarkPinkToes to 0, $RedToes to 0, $PurpleToes to 0, $LightBlueToes to 0, $DarkBlueToes to 0, $DarkGreenToes to 0, $CyanToes to 0, $GrayToes to 0, $BlackToes to 0, $NudeToes to 0, $LightPinkFingers to 0, $DarkPinkFingers to 0, $RedFingers to 0, $PurpleFingers to 0, $LightBlueFingers to 0, $DarkBlueFingers to 0, $DarkGreenFingers to 0, $CyanFingers to 0, $GrayFingers to 0, $BlackFingers to 0, $NudeFingers to 0>>\ <<set $Lipstick1 to 0, $LipstickA to 0, $Lipstick2 to 0, $LipstickB to 0, $Lipstick3 to 0, $LipstickC to 0, $Lipstick4 to 0, $LipstickD to 0, $Lipstick5 to 0, $LipstickE to 0, $Lipstick6 to 0, $LipstickF to 0, $Lipstick7 to 0, $LipstickG to 0, $Foundation1 to 0, $FoundationA to 0, $Concealer1 to 0, $ConcealerA to 0, $Mascara1 to 0, $MascaraA to 0, $Eyeliner1 to 0, $EyelinerA to 0, $Blush1 to 0, $BlushA to 0, $Blush2 to 0, $BlushB to 0, $Eyeshadow1 to 0, $EyeshadowA to 0, $Eyeshadow2 to 0, $EyeshadowB to 0, $Eyeshadow3 to 0, $EyeshadowC to 0, $Eyeshadow4 to 0, $EyeshadowD to 0, $Eyeshadow5 to 0, $EyeshadowE to 0, $Eyeshadow6 to 0, $EyeshadowF to 0>>\ <<set $ButtPlug1 to 0, $ButtPlugA to 0, $ButtPlug2 to 0, $ButtPlugB to 0>>\ <<set $YPanties to 0, $YBra to 0>>\ <<set $Thong81 to 0>>\ <<set $CC1 to 0, $CC2 to 0, $CC3 to 0>>\ <<set $OutMakeup to 0, $OutBlouse to 0>>\ \ <<set $ChapterSkip to 0>>\ <<set $name to "James">>\ <<set $Hannah to "Hannah", $HannahR to 0, $HF1 to 0, $HF2 to 0, $HF3 to 0, $HF4 to 0, $HF5 to 0, $HF6 to 0, $HF7 to 0, $HF8 to 0, $HF10 to 0, $HannahAsk to 0, $ComfortablePainting to 0, $LaundrySkirt to 0, $HannahFridayTalk to 0>>\ <<set $Gray to "Gray", $GrayR to 0, $GrayLunchFail to 0, $GrayPunish to 0, $GrayApol to 0, $GrayFirstName to 0, $Gray2 to "Julia" , $GrayBestie to 0, $BlackmailDate to 0, $BlackmailDatePhone to 0, $BlackmailReward to 0, $BlackmailHandjob to 0, $BlackmailPunish to 0, $GrayChastityFail to 0, $GrayChastityFailCount to 0>> \ <<set $Ash to "Ashleigh", $AshR to 0, $AshStealPanties to 0, $AshSad to 0, $AshMad to 0, $AshTalkShave to 0, $KissAshShoes to 0, $AshWeek4 to 0, $AshW1 to 0, $AshSkirtHelp to 0, $AshPJHelp to 0, $AshSex to 0, $AshHack to 0, $AshCumGame to 0, $AshMistress to 0, $AshTidy to 0>>\ <<set $Jen to "Jen", $JenR to 0, $JenK to 0, $JenKey to 0, $JenLevel to 0, $Blackmail to 0, $JenMistress to 0>>\ <<set $Alex to "Alex", $AlexR to 0, $A to 0, $A3 to 0, $A4 to 0>>\ \ <<set $M to 0, $H to 7, $Day to 1, $Weekday to 1, $Weekend to 0, $I to 0, $Day3 to 1, $Start to 0, $SleepProcess to 0>>\ <<set $Fem to 0, $Home to 0, $House to 0, $BDSM to 0>>\ <<set $L to 0, $LManag to 0, $S to 0, $SManag to 0, $I to 0>>\ <<set $LingerieCounter to 0>>\ <<set $Priority to 0>>\ <<set $Day2Fem to 0, $SignContract to 0, $SawHair to 0, $SawWetPanties to 0, $SawWalkAway to 0, $BalletPorn to 0, $LostKeys to 0, $StoleFromSatinDiva to 0, $WentWithAsh to 0, $WornTights to 0, $LookUpSissy to 0, $WornLipstick to 0, $LipstickC to 0, $MallSaturday to 0, $MetDr to 0, $WeddingBlackmail to 0, $MetClair to 0, $EscapeChastity to 0, $EscapeChastity4 to 0, $EscapeChastityPlan to 0, $Impotent to 0, $HypnoS to 0, $ExposeAsh to 0>>\ <<set $HomeworkHelp1 to 0>>\ <<set $TeacherPunish to 0, $MB1 to 0, $MB2 to 0, $MB3 to 0, $MB4 to 0, $MB5 to 0, $MB6 to 0>>\ <<set $StoleMoney to 0, $StoleLipstick to 0, $StolePanties to 0>>\ <<set $NoBoxers to 0, $PantyCounter to 0, $SkirtTask to 0, $SkirtTask1 to 0, $SkirtTask2 to 0, $PantyhoseTask to 0, $PJTask to 0, $WornNeg to 0>>\ <<set $ButtPlugOrder to 0, $FlatsOrder to 0, $SportsBraOrder to 0>>\ <<set $Pills to 0, $PillsD to 0, $PillsGray1 to 0, $PillsGray2 to 0, $PillsGray3 to 0>>\ \ <<set $C1 to 0, $C2 to 0, $C3 to 0, $C4 to 0, $C5 to 3, $C6 to 0, $C7 to 0, $C8 to 0, $WeekChores to 0, $ChoresPunish to 0, $MaidVideo to 0>>\ <<set $LaundryDetergent to 0, $GameStation to 0, $GameLoop to 0, $CanvasBags to 0, $Bed2 to 0, $Screwdriver to 0, $Camera to 0, $Umbrella to 0, $LingerieCatalog to 0, $ManiPediKit to 0, $StorageCloset to 0, $IClean to 0, $SpiceRack to 0, $CoffeeTable to 0, $BathroomCabinet to 0, $ShelvingUnit to 0, $SkiMask to 0, $Gloves to 0, $MembershipCard to 0, $LuckyPen to 0, $FabricSoftener to 0, $HighHeelKeyring to 0, $LatexCleaningGloves to 0, $NailStrengtheningSolution to 0, $EnergyDrink to 0, $Caff to 0, $Candles to 0, $Iron to 0, $Hoover to 0, $Hangers to 0>>\ <<set $CountEclipse to 1, $CountGeneral to 1, $CountSatin to 1>>\ <<set $ShaveLegs to 110, $ShaveFace to 0, $Razors to 0, $Shaving to 0, $OrderToShave to 0>>\ <<set $TattooNeck to 0, $TattooArms to 0, $TattooTramp to 0, $TattooWomb to 0, $TattooAss to 0, $TattooLegs to 0>>\ <<set $TattooArmsBear to 0, $TattooWombHeart to 0, $TattooAshAss to 0>>\ <<set $PiercingEar to 0, $PiercingBelly to 0, $PiercingNose to 0>>\ <<set $Code to 0>>\ <<set $HeelSurg to 0>>\ <<set $SPHPornCum to 0>>\ \ <<set $Cooking to 0, $Weeb to 0, $ResExp to 0, $Shaving to 0, $MakeupS to 0, $Voice to 0, $CumS to 0, $FootFetish to 0, $HandS to 0, $SuckS to 0, $AnalS to 0, $FPissS to 0, $HeelsS to 0, $HeelsTrained to 0, $VoiceSurgery to 0, $HeelSurgery to 0>>\ <<set $AnimeTime to 0, $AnimeRandom to 0>>\ <<set $TimesCum to 0, $SpatOn to 0, $TimesSpanked to 0, $TimesEdged to 0, $RuinedOrgasms to 0>>\ <<set $AE1 to 0, $AE2 to 0, $AE3 to 0, $AE4 to 0, $AE5 to 0>>\ <<set $FDrug to 0>>\ \ <<set $SC1 to 0, $SC2 to 0, $SC3 to 0, $SC4 to 0, $SC5 to 0, $SC6 to 0, $SC7 to 0, $SC8 to 0, $SC9 to 0, $SC10 to 0, $SC11 to 0, $SC12 to 0, $SC13 to 0, $SC14 to 0, $SC15 to 0, $SC16 to 0, $SC17 to 0, $SC18 to 0, $SC12Score to 0, $SC to 0, $SCFinal to 0, $SCTotal to 0>>\ \ <<set $WPLimo to 0, $WPMonster to 0, $WPViolin to 0, $WPDJ to 0, $WPPhotographer to 0, $WPFlowersExpensive to 0, $WPFlowersCheap to 0, $WPBoombox to 0, $WPTrikes to 0, $WPCactus to 0, $WPPhotoStudent to 0, $WPIceCream to 0, $WPCamera to 0>>\ <<set $SlaveAcc to 0>>\ <<set $AshSlave to 0, $JenSlave to 0>>\ <<set $WeddingScore to 0>>\ <<set $WeddingMakeup to 0>>\ <<set $WeddingJen to 1, $WeddingAsh to 1>>\ <<set $MakeupStand to 0>>\ <<set $CHC1 to [0]>>\ <<set $CHC2 to [0]>>\ <<set $CHC3 to [0]>>\ <<set $CHC4 to [0]>>\ <<set $CHC5 to [0]>>\ <<set $CHC6 to [0]>>\ <<set $CHC7 to [0]>>\ <<set $CHC8 to [0]>>\ <<set $CHC9 to [0]>>\ <<set $CHC10 to [0]>>\ <<set $CHMop to [1, 1], $CHStain to [0]>>\ <<set $DetentionTidy = {}>> <<script>> for (let i = 1; i <= 12; i++) { State.variables.DetentionTidy[`Word${i}`] = 0;}<</script>>\ <<set $DetentionPiss = {}>> <<set $DetentionRandom to 0>>\ <<set $ExposeAsh to 0>>\ <<script>> for (let i = 1; i <= 6; i++) { State.variables.DetentionPiss[`Word${i}`] = 0;}<</script>>\ <<set $CuckGag to 0>>\ <<set $ExposeAsh to 0>>\

Farrix Academy for Girls

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<<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<if $Home is 1>>The other students file in around you, most notably, your trainer and one of your keyholders, $Ash .\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>$Ash and you sit and wait while the other students file in around you. You can’t imagine how hellish it would be if there weren’t anyone but you two to face Miss $Gray ‘s wrath.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>Your eyes are locked on the door like you’re an eager bird watcher, seeking the beautiful creature that would light up your day by their presence. For you, that delightful moment arrives when Mistress $Ash walks into the classroom, sitting next to you, instantly filling you with joy.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>$Ash and you sit and wait while the other students file in around you. Whilst you're waiting, $Gray2 smiles at you, encouraging you for the day ahead. You do the best you can for the woman who has the responsibility of feminizing you.<</if>> [img[Images/Desk Ash.jpg]] The lesson soon begins. <<if $Home is 1>>Seeing Miss $Gray not at home is now rarer than it is seeing her at school, which still feels bizarre to consider. Maybe because of that, she doesn’t seem to pay much attention to you. Perhaps she’s as bored with you as you’re frustrated at spending time with her.\ <<elseif $Home isnot 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>With Miss $Gray now back in charge of your chastity cage, she seems to take it much more importantly that she challenges you as much as she can throughout the lesson. She’s asking you twice as many questions as she is the person who she asks the second most (which just so happens to be $Ash ). Just as $Ash said you two must, though, she poses as the model student, answering quickly when called upon and completing work dutifully.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>><<set $S to $S - 2>>Seeing Miss $Gray not at home is now rarer than it is seeing her at school, which still feels bizarre to consider. Maybe because of that, she doesn’t seem to pay much attention to you. Perhaps she’s as bored with you as you’re frustrated at spending time with her. Thoughts of Miss $Gray are annoying, though, since you’d much rather be thinking about the goddess right next to you. Being around Mistress $Ash , even when you’re forbidden from talking to her, is like nirvana for a submissive slave like yourself. Even more irritating than the thought of Miss $Gray knaving you from dreams of your queen, is when she takes a more deliberate approach of separating you from Mistress, which she enforces by demanding you stop looking towards her.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>With Miss $Gray now back in charge of your chastity cage, she seems to take it much more importantly that she challenges you as much as she can throughout the lesson. She’s asking you twice as many questions as she is the person who she asks the second most (which just so happens to be $Ash .) Just as $Ash said you two must, though, she poses as the model student, answering quickly when called upon and completing work dutifully.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>Likely thanks to your transformed relationship with her, $Gray2 barely bothers you through the class. It seems she knows feminizing you is taxing enough without giving you the further stress of a torrent of questions. Besides, she did admit to giving you far better grades than you deserve. All this isn’t to say she extends the same favor to $Ash , who she practically bullies with questions for an hour. To her credit, she does as she said you must. $Ash fulfills the role of a perfect student well. She answers every question with an almost obsessive level of detail. Having close relationships with both women is a complex situation to be in, especially when they both seem intent on screwing the other one over. A day may come when you have to truly decide between them, unless a third option presents itself.\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1>>Likely thanks to your transformed relationship with her, $Gray2 barely bothers you through the class. It seems she knows feminizing you is taxing enough without giving you the further stress of a torrent of questions. Besides, she did admit to giving you far better grades than you deserve. All this isn’t to say she extends the same favor to $Ash , who she practically bullies with questions for an hour. Without the threat of $Ash ‘s ire, you’re free to enjoy it from the next desk over.<</if>> <<if $CK[2] is 3>> Flats are the expected choice in footwear for a student like you, so there's no inhibitions to be had about playing with them. [img[Images/Flats PlayG.gif]]\ <<elseif $CK[2] is 5>> It's inevitable during the lesson that you'll unsheath your feet from the heels propping them up. After letting them dangle on your toes for a while, you have to reach down to fix them. [img[Images/Heels PlayG.gif]]<</if>> <<if $ButtPlugA is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>>The butt plug occupying your rear leaves your mind racing with dirty thoughts. <</if>><<if $Boobs gt 5 and $Bra is 0>><<set $S to $S + 1>>Your prominent boobs do bother you. You're both worried about your nipples blushing over being stared at, and your budding breasts having no support. At this size, they really require it. <</if>> <<if $L gt 8 and $BlackmailVibrator is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>>It’s inevitable with how horny you are, that your mind, and your eyes, will wander. When they do rest on the bodies of your peers, a not quite pleasant vibration shoots through your chastity cage. It serves to stop you looking at the other students, but not for long. After several jolts over the period, you’re left even hornier.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home isnot 2 and $GrayBestie is 0>>During the lesson, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes wander to the other students in the class. Miss $Gray seems to have noticed, as a subtle scowls goes your way.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 2 and $AshMistress is 1>>With how horny you are, you could very easily let your eyes wander to the other students, but when Mistress $Ash is around, you only have eyes for her.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 2 and $JenMistress is 1>>With Mistress $Jen nowhere in sight, there’s no shame in perving on the other girls in the class.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $GrayBestie is 1>>During the lesson, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes wander to the other students in the class. If $Gray2 notices, she doesn’t seem to care.\ <<elseif $L lt 9 and $Home isnot 2>>You manage to pay attention during the lesson, taking notes and listening diligently.\ <<elseif $L lt 9 and $Home is 2>>With Mistress $Ash next to you, it’s hard to do anything productive during the lesson.<</if>> <<if $Day3 is 1 and $JenLevel lt 8 and $Home isnot 5 and $Home isnot 6>>[[Jen Monday Final<-Continue to lunch][$H to 10]]<<else>>[[12-1c<-Continue]]<</if>>

You arrive at the location your teacher, and your keyholder, told you to. It’s a very fancy street lined with exquisite restaurants with authentic cuisine from countries all around the world. At least, that’s what you can tell from the exterior of the establishments. With the reputation this area of the city has, you wouldn’t imagine coming here without a good reason, but this certainly qualifies. You barely get a chance to absorb your surroundings when a taxi pulls over to the side of the road, and Miss $Gray gets out. She hands the cab driver a handful of money, without worrying about the change. Immediately from her outfit, you know this is definitely a different side of her from what you’re used to. She’s donning a short red cocktail dress which undoubtedly costs more money than you’ve ever earned in your lifetime. The stark contrast in outfits continues on her bottom half. She’s never once taught at Farrix without some form of hosiery on her legs, but today, she’s letting her luscious long legs breath. A pair of sultry scarlet heels adds an artificial 5 inches to her height. It would seem even in a relatively casual situation, she won’t let you be more powerful than her by way of stature. [img[Images/Gray red dress.jpg]] “$name , it’s lovely to see you outside the confines of the classroom for once, don’t you agree?” She smiles with what seems like a genuine look of glee. “Absolutely, Miss $Gray . You look stunning, by the way.” “Thank you dear. I could say the same thing to you, but you still look anxious over wearing such an outfit. If you allowed yourself to relax, your beauty would increase tenfold.” <<if $BlackmailDate is 2>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1>>“I assume those are for me?” She points to the bouquet of flowers in your hand, that you then hand her. “How…cheap. I would have preferred you simply forgot my request rather than insulting me with these.” She tosses them in a trash can while leading the way to your mutual destination.\ <<elseif $BlackmailDate is 3>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR + 1>>“I assume those are for me?” She points to the bouquet of flowers in your hand, that you then hand her. “They look beautiful $name , and they smell of” she sniffs the petals a couple of times, trying to decide on an answer “of nothing. The cheaper ones do tend to lose their scent shortly. Still, they’re stunning by appearance, you remembered my request.” She keeps hold of them while leading you to your mutual destination.\ <<elseif $BlackmailDate is 4>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR + 2>>“I assume those are for me?” She points to the bouquet of flowers in your hand, that you then hand her. “These are absolutely magnificent $name . Not even prospective suitors have tried to impress me with flowers this gorgeous before.” Her nose dives into the petals to take in a whiff of the scent. “And they smell even better than they look! I was not expecting you to take my request so seriously. I apologize for assuming you wouldn’t care. Let’s get to a restaurant so I can get them put in a vase before they have a chance to lose their beauty.” She holds them close to her body while leading you to your mutual destination.\ <<elseif $BlackmailDate is 1>>Without further delay, she leads the way to your mutual destination.<</if>> “Do you come here often?” You ask, trying to make conversation while still taking in the alien scenery. “Not as often as I’d like to. Work keeps me rather busy, as you can probably imagine. But whenever I have the occasion to, this is my first destination." “Do you have a favorite restaurant?” “It’s exactly where I’m taking you tonight. I hope you like Italian food.” Minutes later, you’re outside your stop. “Il Carico Salato.” The sign reads. “Authentic cuisine from the food capital of the world.” You can only hope the tagline lives up to its claim. “Hello, madam and…madam! You have a reservation, correct?” The valet asks in an over the top italian accent. Looking around, you can tell you’re never going to get seated if you don't. “$Gray .“ “Ah, si, si! I have you right here!” He ticks off a name on his little clipboard before leading you to a small booth in the establishment. The main area of the restaurant is dimly lit, making it hard to examine the artsy decor lining the walls like clocks in a clock shop. After getting seated, he places a pair of menus on the table. “I do have to warn you, our kitchen is rather backed up. There’s going to be a delay on your orders.” “A delay? I’d ask you to look at your clipboard again.” Miss $Gray is clearly pissed at the hindrance. “I’m sorry ma'am. You are $Gray right, unless you spell it with an “e” here?” He looks confused at his form. “Nevermind. <<if $BlackmailDate gt 2>>Just put these in some water and let us decide on what to order.” She shoves the flowers into his chest.<<else>>Leave us alone and let us order.”<</if>> “Of course. Would you like to hear about the specials?” Miss $Gray ‘s gaze scares the man off before he can test her patience further. “Twit.” “Huh?” “I’ve never seen that valet here before. He clearly has no idea who I am. I don’t imagine he will last long.” “It must be hard being a waiter in such a busy place.” Being at the end of Miss $Gray ‘s scorn makes you feel some sympathy for the man. The two of you look at the menus, and you’re hit again with the realization of just how much of an upscale restaurant it is. Half the foods you can't pronounce, and the ones you can understand don’t sound particularly appealing either. The corresponding pictures confirm it’s a quality over quantity type of place, and at the sight of the prices, you hope Miss $Gray is considering this her treat. “Anything catch your eye?” “Well…not really, no.” “Since this is on me” you breathe a sigh of relief “how about you get the same as me? I know what’s hard to go wrong with.” You smile at her idea, and she beckons the waiter back over. She orders a starter, main course, and dessert, but the Italian words float over your head before you can try to relate it to something you know. “And for drinks?” “A bottle of tempranillo, and two glasses.” “I’m sorry ma’am, we’re actually all out of that. Can I interest you in…” “We’ll have whatever’s closest to it and in stock.” She hands the man both your menus before dismissing him. There's a peculiar silence that neither you nor Miss $Gray seem intent to fill. Being around each other in such a different environment is enough to take in without discourse. Eventually though, she decides to break it. “No matter how much I’ve thought about it, I’m still curious why you decided to ask me on this “date”. While our relationship certainly is more than just student and teacher, and well past extracurricular as well, you could have asked for something else. So what made you ask me for this? And, please be honest. I won’t be offended if you said something I didn’t like.” [[Blackmail Date 1a<-To get to know her][$H to $H + 1]] [[Blackmail Date 1b<-Confess you have a crush on her][$H to $H + 1]]

“Actually, I wanted to get to know you a bit more. Like you said, you’re not just my teacher and I’m not just your student. So it felt strange that I know so little about you personally.” “I see. That’s rather sweet, $name . I don’t want to be an armchair psychologist, but perhaps it’s that you are feeling the lack of power you have in our relationship, and it’s your attempt at wrestling some control back into your life. It’s respectable if that’s the case. If you don’t like something, it’s natural to want to find a solution to it. That’s fine with me, as long as you understand that you’ll never have any ounce of real, tangible power over me.” “Well, thank you for answering my question about how we got here. What about you? Do you have any questions about our past?” [[Blackmail Date 2a<-Why she became a teacher]] [[Blackmail Date 2b<-Why she wants to sissify you]]

“Well…I think you’re kind of attractive, so I thought spending some time with you away from Farrix would be nice.” Miss $Gray doesn’t bat an eyelash at your response, but she doesn’t blush either. “I wasn’t expecting that response. I respect your honesty, and that is a flattering thing for you to say. Though I think it’s important to realize that you may not have a crush on me for the most honest reasons.” You’re incredibly confused at her response. “Let me elaborate. Am I correct in assuming you never had any success with women?” You nod your head. “They probably, for the most part, never even gave you attention, right?” You nod your head. “Well, you could have those feelings for me purely because I’m a woman who pays attention to you. Both what you say when we talk, and in a more sexual manner, when I interact with your chastity cage, and what’s inside it. Whether you like why I do it or not, the attention is probably gratifying. But all this isnot to say I frown upon your infatuation with me. Those feelings aren’t a bad thing. Desire can be a powerful emotion.” “Well, thank you for answering my question about how we got here. What about you? Do you have any questions about our past?” [[Blackmail Date 2a<-Why she became a teacher]] [[Blackmail Date 2b<-Why she wants to sissify you]]

[img[Images/Wine.jpg]] “What made you become a teacher?” She takes a sip from her wine glass. “According to everyone I knew it was a natural position for me to end up in. I always craved to be in a position of power, and whenever I wasn’t in one, I was either miserable, or took measures to ensure I was in one.” She laughs a little. “I hated being in school myself.” “Really?” “I always felt I was the smartest person in the room, even smarter than the person who was supposed to be teaching me. And I was often right. But with that kind of mentality, it makes it feel terrible when you can’t do anything about it. You’ve got no choice but to be at the whim of someone weaker than you, and that never seemed right to me. So from that day on, I promised myself to never be beneath someone who was weaker than me. And if I happened to be in that position, I would do whatever it took to reverse it. If you can have your position taken from you, you deserve to lose it. Don’t you agree? Afterall, isn’t that what you did to $Ash ?” Her philosophy is something you can’t sign onto without more time to think about it, so you decided to give a joke instead. “So you would respect me if I could take power back from you?” She laughs after taking another sip of her wine. “Yes. Yes, I suppose I would.” [[Blackmail Date 3<-Continue]]

[img[Images/Wine.jpg]] “Why are you trying to turn me into a sissy?” You have to look around after saying that to make sure no one's giving you any strange looks. She replies after taking a sip of wine. “I’d argue I’m doing more than just trying.” She laughs. “But I see your point. Sadly though, I can’t answer that entirely honestly. But you do deserve something in the way of the truth. So what I can say is that it wasn’t entirely up to me. I was asked to do it by… a party who I…do favors for.” “Do you know why they wanted you to do it?” “Not as much as I’d like to know, and I can’t tell you all that anyway. I know that someone made a request to my friends, and from there, I didn’t have much choice.” There’s a contemplative silence where you try to fill in the gaps. “Was…was I ever supposed to go to Morton?” She smiles after taking another sip of wine. “You are, perceptive $name . I shouldn’t say anymore though.” [[Blackmail Date 3<-Continue]]

The conversation is interrupted by the return of the waiter, with two tiny dishes in each hand. “For a starter, we have roasted lobster with beautifully boiled carrots drizzled with Mediterranean spices and completed with a butternut squash puree.” He sets the dishes down in front of you, and they're exactly what they looked like from the pictures - minimalistic. Which isnot to say they’re unappetizing, but it could be consumed in about two bites. “Eat up. Cold, expensive food is like a ruined orgasm.” You do as commanded, swiping the cooked crustacean in the creamy puree before stuffing it in your mouth, where it promptly feels like an eruption of taste spurting inside you. You chew it with your teeth and let the delectable delicacy split into countless crumbs that spread their joyful flavor to your gums, your teeth, your tongue. But it’s over before you recognize it started and the white dish is a stained canvas of sauces and puree that can’t be eaten anymore, no matter how much you scrape the cutlery against the ceramic in an effort to keep the flavor from ending. Miss $Gray smiles at you after seeing how much you enjoyed the starter while the waiter retrieves the empty plates. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as it looked like you did. After what we’ve talked about though, I’m curious about something. You’ve experienced me feminizng you, as well $Ash 's poor imitation. So what's your opinion on your new feminine lifestyle, and how you arrived at this moment? Again, please be honest. I won’t be upset by your answer.” [[Blackmail Date 4a<-It’s mostly positive][$H to $H +1]] [[Blackmail Date 4b<-You feel neutral][$H to $H + 1]] [[Blackmail Date 4c<-It’s mostly negative][$H to $H + 1]]

You gulp before you respond, taking an extra moment to understand the implications at your proceeding confession. “Actually, I would say I love it.” After yet another drink of her wine, you can see a somewhat surprised expression on $Miss $Gray ‘s countenance. “Really? Don't mistake my tone. I’m not terribly surprised that you feel that way, more that you’re willing to admit it. But what exactly makes you feel that way?” You explain how the much greater choices of fashion are extremely liberating, compared to male clothing, as well as how the accessories women can wear allow much greater expression while feeling pretty, which can be a massive confidence booster. The same can be said about makeup, you posit, since it can also hide any blemishes you might feel self conscious about. While all these things can draw extra attention, you know that’s not always a bad thing. “I see. All are valid reasons that I can respect. Truthfully, I always feel sorry for how little choice men have when it comes to fashion. Gender seems like such an arbitrary thing to preclude people from wearing clothing on the basis of. Surely a world in which people can express themselves through clothing however they want would be a better one, right? Especially if it makes people happier. Is there any other reason why you feel this way?” You discuss your increased sexuality. Your perpetual chastity has led you to be more aware of every sexual act. And the few times you are allowed escape from it feels divine. Thanks to those around you, you’ve grown to think more about the idea of your mouth, or even butt being used for the purposes of sexual pleasure. At the very least, since you’ve met Miss $Gray , your ability to fantasize has gone through the roof. “It’s hard to see chastity as anything other than a curse, especially if it’s forced on you, I’m sure. But you have a great way of looking at it. It is very interesting how people tend to value something more if they don’t have it. I do wonder what the perfect amount of freedom and control in regards to chastity would be. You’d have to have enough control taken from you so that you appreciate the times you’re let out, but would have to be allowed to orgasm enough so that you can appreciate it without most of your sexual experiences being teasing. In another life, perhaps I would be obsessed with finding the golden point of freedom and restraint, and you would have been my test subject.” She takes a break to drink even more wine. "I actually find the idea of permanent chastity to be counter intuitive, and oftentimes, bad. If someone truly has no chance of escape from chastity, and they’re aware of it, they would lose all desire to serve, unless they were completely brainwashed. It’s far better to keep the key, metaphorical or literal, hanging over them to keep them constantly striving for it. The only time I would consider permanent chastity for someone was if I were going to discard them. Then I would have them locked in a cage until they die, as a final punishment. In regards to your usage of your mouth and ass, I think it’s a great thing. Men normally treat receiving pleasure as a very simple thing, when in reality, giving can be just as fun. And if you’ve got an extra 2 holes, or even a pair of hands that can be used for giving, I think you’re maximizing your pleasure.” “What about you? Do you have any questions for me?” [[Blackmail Date 5a<-If she’s in a relationship]] [[Blackmail Date 5b<-Why the diary was so important]]

Contemplating the question takes more thought than you thought it would. It certainly has not come without its fair share of detestable, humiliating, demeaning and frustrating moments, but there has also been a surprising amount of fun to be had in this new life of yours. You express how liberating women’s fashion can be, even if it’s occasionally juxtaposed by a desire to wake up and sloth around in a pair of joggers and an oversized t-shirt. Lingerie can be fun, and even make you feel extra confident, but that’s often undermined by worries over people spotting a bra strap under your clothing, or a hint of nylon at your ankle. Makeup can make you feel stunning, like the most beautiful girl on the planet, but it’s stressful to do and often feels not worth the effort. Miss $Gray seems to understand your points, and she comments on them after another drink of wine. “Men seem to have it easier in terms of their ability to do little for their appearance, but it often feels unrewarding. Even if you want to put in extra care into your outfit as a man, you’re not allowed to in many ways, at least compared to the alternative. Whereas for women, there’s an expectation to put in that effort automatically, which is an unfair requirement. Yet when you do put in that care, you can feel incredible. I don’t know which choice is better. In a perfect world, I suppose there would be a middle ground of no expectation but the ability to put in the effort if you wanted to. But sadly, we don’t live in a perfect world.” You discuss your chastity. How it’s stopped you from wasting away weekends jacking off, but has come at the cost of very rarely getting sexual pleasure. You also confess how your new interest in your mouth or even your butt being used isn't immediately gross like you once considered it to be, but it’s still terrifying. “I always knew chastity would end up in a net positive for you, it would only take time for you to be able to realize that. WIth your increased time from not jacking off, you might want to devote yourself to being a better sissy, especially if it results in the occasional reward. Using your orifices, though, is something I envy you for. You’re still new to it, so there’s excitement in it still. It’s similar to how sex is the best thing when you’re still a virgin, but when you do it a few times, it loses its luster. It’s understandable to be frightened. I’m just suggesting you might enjoy it more if you look at it from the perspective of trying something new.” After finishing her point, she takes another drink of wine. “What about you? Do you have any questions for me?” [[Blackmail Date 5a<-If she’s in a relationship]] [[Blackmail Date 5b<-Why the diary was so important]]

It’s easy to arrive at the conclusion that you hate your sissification, and even more so since it’s forced upon you. You curse how convoluted lingerie is when a pair of socks has the same functionality as stockings, but you don’t have to worry about them getting a ladder, or them falling down, or having to keep your legs shaved so that they look nice. Your ire then turns to the rest of women’s clothing. You rant about how skirts are impractical, and that it’s no wonder pants are becoming the preferred choice for females. You yell about how dresses are hard to pee in regardless of what’s between your legs, and how girls’ shoes offer nothing in the way of support, especially heels, which must be too painful to feel good. Miss $Gray drinks more of her wine while listening to your enraged argument. “I agree completely. Socks do have the same functionality as stockings. But you have to admit, they look a lot more beautiful than some dull socks. After all, would you rather watch porn with a girl wearing lingerie or socks? And I can promise you, no girl ever feels sexy wearing a pair of socks if they’ve worn fine hosiery before. And that feeling of sexiness can negate any of the drawbacks you’ve outlined. Skirts and dresses are the same. Yes, you have to worry about crossing your legs if it’s short, or about it being cold outside. But there are plenty of women who still pick them over pants. Want to know why? It’s because they realized the feeling of sexiness a skirt or dress gives trumps those impracticalities. Heels are the same. But they come with the added benefit of making some men feel small. I’ve alway laughed at those males who worry about a girl being taller than them, as if that’s an issue, so I’m more than happy to make them feel insecure.” Your argument was completely annihilated by Miss $Gray , so you switch topics to your new sense of sexuality. Enforced chastity is the bane of your life and it’s hard to think about anything else sometimes. Not having access to your dick is crazy to you still, and it’s something you will always hold against your teacher. Your few ventures into your mouth and butt being used as sex organs have never felt great when it’s still unfamiliar. And you certainly don’t enjoy it being forced upon you. “I hoped you were used to chastity by now, but evidently not. If you need a self serving reason to try and enjoy it though, you can use it as fuel. Use that anger at me forcing you into that cage to become better so that one day, you can prove to me you’re strong, and didn’t deserve to be put in that cage in the first place. And I would consider the usage of your anus and mouth much in the same way. If someone forced you to do something you didn’t like, let it drive you to become better than them.” After your discussion on the topic finishes, she takes another drink of wine. “What about you? Do you have any questions for me?” [[Blackmail Date 5a<-If she’s in a relationship]] [[Blackmail Date 5b<-Why the diary was so important]]

“Are you in a relationship?” In some crazy part of your mind, it’s like the answer will have some sort of implication, even though you know she could never see you like that. “I am not, no. I never prioritized them too highly. They can be a painful distraction, and I’m a busy woman. After even a few, I realized they were all the same. Everyone is willing to love you until it becomes an inconvenience for them. And no matter how much it seems like they do care, they quickly show their “love” isn’t genuine. I barely care about that term anymore. It’s thrown around like glitter at a celebration and it’s lost its value. If you truly love someone, act like it. Like they’re your sun, your water, your air. Without them, life would be meaningless. It’s not something you should be able to get over quickly.” “When was the last time you were in a relationship?” [img[Images/Wine.jpg]] “A week ago.” She takes yet another drink of wine. “I was too committed to my work. Some people can’t live without another’s constant affection and they couldn’t handle it. After a change of plans, I decided not to move in with them. That, combined with my refusal to say “I love you” spelled the end of our relationship." “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. It’s not your fault.” [[Blackmail Date 6<-Continue]]

[img[Images/Wine.jpg]] “Why was $Ash ‘s diary so important to you?” After yet another drink of her wine, Miss $Gray responds. “I don’t hate $Ash for trying to take advantage of me with the knowledge of my emails. In fact, I rather respect her for it. What I can hate and do not respect is her writing that information down. It could have so easily got out into the world without anyone having the chance to put a stop to it. And look at what happened. You stumbled across it, but you could have very easily been someone else. Had you played your cards differently, or were more reckless about the situation, our lives could be playing out very distinctly. And that’s on top of the academic extortion she tried to force on me. Even if just that got out, I’d be out of another job. But much worse this time, since my work is so important here." “What about some of the later entries?” “Well, I was infuriated when she wanted me to give her the key to your cage. Of course, I couldn’t let either of you see that. But the fact she held onto those files even after she said they would be deleted was something I would have to punish. As for her chastity belt that I forced her to wear from that day onwards, yes, of course I knew she would take advantage of having the key. But she would have to wear it everyday to Farrix, so I could take the key from her then, if I wanted to. Plus, it also gave me a chance to see how the belt designs differ from the cage when worn. They’re much more secure.” She pauses to reflect for a moment. “Truthfully, I started to view her having your key as a good thing. We had the same goal in feminizing you, even if we had many different reasons for it. It would take off from my work load considerably. Sadly, she did not live up to the trainer I expected her to be. She wasn’t as efficient as I knew I would be, so I had to take control back. She begged me on that day, on her knees, pleading for a chance to show she was a good Mistress. Yet again though, she left me disappointed.” [[Blackmail Date 6<-Continue]]

The conversation is again interrupted by the return of the waiter. He places two plates down in front of you, as before. “This is a tromboncino squash imported from the expensive regions of Italy, sprinkled with a helping of goat’s cheese and dusted with a fine chili powder.” The waiter attempts to leave, but Miss $Gray grabs him by his coattails. “I think you’re forgetting something. We’ll have another bottle of this.” She hands him the empty wine bottle. You barely drank a glass’ worth, which means she drank the rest, and she seems to be handling it well. Each of you tuck into the meal, if it can be called that. Surely there should be another name for it though. You microwave food and call that “a meal”; this is a heavenly excursion of the senses and the cuisine melts in your mouth once more. Yet again though, the culmination arrives far too soon for the experience to be thoroughly enjoyed. “So you’ve experienced $Ash as a Mistress, and you’ve experienced me. Which...who do you prefer?” [[Blackmail Date 7a<-Her][$H to + $H + 1]] [[Blackmail Date 7b<-Not her][$H to $H + 1]]

“Actually, I would say you.” Miss $Gray ‘s eyebrows raise as she does her best to open the new bottle of wine. “Aha!” The satisfying twist of the cap reveals her success. “So me, huh? That is…nice of you, $name . Very nice of you. I always knew I would be better than her too. I’ve more experience, more reason to care, and, if I do say so myself, style than her.” Her empty glass is filled with the wine once more. “But I’m jealous of her. For me, this is business. For her…young $Ash , though? She really seemed to enjoy feminizing you. The smiles she would give me after conveying a successful report. I’ve never seen her like that. Sad what happened, really.” She starts giggling. “The one person she cared enough for to try to change them, ended up stabbing her in the back.” The laughs continue. “I mean, come on $name , what you did was pretty cold. You took from her the best joy she’d known just for the dream you might get a little nooky. I can only hope your reward was worth it to you, because it crushed poor $Ash .” She pauses for a sip of more wine. “On the other hand though, screw her, that deceitful bitch tried to permanently separate you from your favorite Mistress. Never forget that, $name . “ “But that’s enough about that. What about you? Any more puzzling itches you're looking to scratch?” [[Blackmail Date 8a<-How she plans to train you in the future]] [[Blackmail Date 8b<-How she intends to punish your former Mistress]]

“Well, I’d probably say $Ash .” Miss $Gray ‘s eyebrows raise as she does her best to open the new bottle of wine. “Aha!” The satisfying twist of the cap reveals her success. “So why’d you stab her in the back then?” “Well I…” “If you truly felt that way, you screwed yourself over by sending me those files. And I mean, come on. I know I said I wouldn’t be offended by anything you said, but that kinda hurts $name . I’ve put so much time into helping you, and yeah yeah yeah, ulterior motives…blah blah blah…but I like to think you’ve at least come to appreciate the fact that I’m trying my best to…to make you the best you can be. But now you want to spit in my face just because $Ash was willing to suck your dick, and I’m not. Well damn it $name , I’m sorry!” She wipes her eyes with the palm of her hand. “I’m sorry.” She takes another drink of her wine before looking up at you. A wide smile forms across her face. “Ah, I’m just messing with you.” You breathe a sigh of relief that all her emotions just then were feigned. “If you hadn’t uninterrupted my monolo…monolog…monologue…I was going to joke that I’d just let you out of your cage now and let you be free for the rest of your life. Maybe that would have been too cruel though, hehe.” “But that’s enough about that. What about you? Any more puzzling itches you're looking to scratch?” [[Blackmail Date 8a<-How she plans to train you in the future]] [[Blackmail Date 8b<-How she intends to punish your former Mistress]]

“How are you planning on training me in the future?” [img[Images/Wine again.jpg]] Another glass of wine is poured down her waiting throat. “You really want to spoil the fun? To be fair, I can’t say I’m a big fan of surprises either. Okay, I’ll clue you in, just don’t tell $name . The next step is what I wanted to do a while ago before $Ash distracted me with her subpar training. I’ll be testing your ability to walk in heels like I told you to practice. I do hope you have, but I wouldn’t mind too much if you didn’t.” A mischievous cackle exits her mischievous smile. “I had my friends in the science department cook up a suitable punishment if you can’t competently walk in a pair. I still refuse to believe they’re telling me the truth, but I’d love to see it tested. After that, I think your…training should take a new direction after this little experiment with $Ash , and with you now being comfortable wearing women’s clothes daily, the hall of opportunities is now open!” She reactively drinks more after saying that. “Ugh, that was disgusting. I’m sorry you had to hear such a thing. Your sexual side will be explored much more. Hopefully you’ve been practicing sucking on a dildo, or even a real cock, if you’ve managed to find one. And you’ll be taking it in the butt as well. Lastly, splooge savoring, tail water training, love liquor lessons, cream connoisseurship, prick juice pedagogy. Yep. Good ol’ cum eating. And taking it on your face. And in your ass. And maybe on your chest. I still have no idea how I’ll break that to you though.” “So there you have it. The immediate future of your training. Don’t let the excitement kill you. I’ve spent far too much time training you for you to bail on me now.” [[Blackmail Date 9<-Continue]]

“How did you intend on punishing $Ash ?” [img[Images/Wine again.jpg]] She struggles to respond, both before and after a drink of wine. “No matter how much time I’ve spent thinking about that, I’m still not sure. Her chastity belt is a good start, but there has to be more than just that. Corporal punishment is always a great idea, but it’s too fleeting. And she’s a smart girl. If she knows it’s coming, she would probably take pain killers or something. Expulsion did float into my mind, but I’m not sure she wouldn’t just release what she has about me out of spite. A public display of humiliation is classy, but it would raise too many eyebrows. Once they start asking “why did your student walk into class naked?” I’m immediately going to feel the other teachers breathing down my neck. For the same reason I can’t fail her. Extra homework’s too unoriginal, detentions are even worse. Starting a rumor to slowly ruin her reputation to the point where she’s embarrassed to show her face at school would have been fun, but I can’t think of a good way to perpetuate those rumors without it tracing back to me. I almost had you do it for me, but I know nobody would listen to you.” “So past the basic punishments you have experience with that temporarily fill the void of justice, I can’t give you a proper answer sadly. Though maybe that does actually give me an idea…hmmm.” She stops talking to contemplate whatever sick thought you inspired. “I've trained you to be a good, obedient sissy. Maybe I should allow that to influence $Ash ‘s disciplining.” [[Blackmail Date 9<-Continue]]

Your conversation is put on halt when the pesky waiter comes back, this time holding a pair of deserts. “For your final course, we have a…” “Yeah, yeah, shut up you stupid twit. I ordered it so I know what it is.” The scolded man scurries away like a rat. “For your final course” Miss $Gray starts imitating the poor guy “we have a caramelized ba-nana, doused in syrup from trees from the precambrian period, with nuts that we stole from the hands of poor squirrels. And don’t forget the sorbet, which was prepared in the bowels of the world, which is, to the surprise of all our customers, not why it’s brown. That’s actually because we forget to put them in the freezer, just like we forgot to order more tempranillo. Enjoy!” ”You really hate that guy, don’t you?” You two tuck into the dessert, with Miss $Gray drinking more than just a sip of wine after every bite. As lovely as the banana was, the syrup was, the nuts were, and the sorbet was, it all inevitably came to an end. After you’re finished, the “twit” comes back with a check, but doesn’t tempt fate by saying anything more. True to her word, your Mistress handles the payment, but not before you have a chance to see the total. “Damn, this place seems like a front for money laundering.” Your joke goes into Miss $Gray ‘s ears, but causes no response. “Now, shall we depart?” <<if $BlackmailDate gt 2>>You do as she suggests, but not after she collects her flowers. <<else>>You do as she suggests.<</if>> [[Blackmail Date 10<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

“Well Miss $name , this was lovely.” It’s colder than it was a few hours ago, and much darker too. You and Miss $Gray stand facing each other as she summons a cab. <<if $BlackmailDate lt 3>>”If things were a little different, maybe I wouldn’t be bidding you adieu, but wine tends to go to my head, not that I‘d even had that much.” She pauses to give you a wink. A taxi pulls over for her. “Tonight though, was a one time thing. Come Monday, it’s business as usual. Boy, I sound like such a square.” She opens the cab door for herself and gets in. It pulls away, but not before you hear her yell out of the open window. “Hey sissy! Next time don’t cheap out on the flowers!”\ <<elseif $BlackmailDate is 3>>”If things were a little different, maybe I wouldn’t be bidding you adieu, but wine tends to go to my head, not that I‘d even had that much.” She pauses to give you a wink. A taxi pulls over for her. “Tonight though, was a one time thing. Come Monday, it’s business as usual. Boy, I sound like such a square.” She leans in closer. “But, I don’t think it’s too uncommon for girlfriends to give each other a kiss.” Her lips press themselves into your cheek, leaving you shocked. She gets in the cab and heads for the horizon, with you not leaving until you can’t see the vehicle anymore.\ <<elseif $BlackmailDate is 4 and $GrayR lt 5>>”If things were a little different, maybe I wouldn’t be bidding you adieu. In another lifetime, we could have been friends, or maybe more." She blushes at realizing what she just said. “But we can only live in accordance with who we are now. I am your teacher, your keyholder and your trainer. You are a cute sissy, who had more to like than I had realized until now. For that, I’m sorry.” She plants a kiss on your cheek. “But please, never mention this night to me again, or any of the things I’ve said on it. Hopefully the alcohol stops me from remembering it myself. Now, I should get home and sleep.” She gets in the cab and heads for the horizon, with you not leaving until you can’t see the vehicle anymore.\ <<elseif $BlackmailDate is 4 and $GrayR gt 4>>”You know what? Screw this. I don’t want this night to be over.” A taxi pulls over next to you. Miss $Gray opens the door. She grabs ahold of your hand, and brings you in with her. “Where to, ladies?” “Wherever there’s a good club.”<</if>> <<if $BlackmailDate is 4 and $GrayR gt 7>>[[Blackmail Date 11<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Continue][$H to $H + 23, $BlackmailDate to 6]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Continue][$H to $H + 23, $BlackmailDate to 6]]<</if>>

<<set $BlackmailDate to 5>>\ <<set $GrayBestie to 1>>\ The car ride ends with you and Miss $Gray , who gives the cab driver far too much money, in a bustling part of the city. There’s clubs as far as the eye can see and all their music can be heard from the busy streets to create an inextricable sound. “Where to now?” Your teacher looks genuinely stumped. “It’s been far too long since I’ve been here to know. Let’s just…follow the crowd.” Hand in hand, you saunter through the street. There’s all types of people in such a diverse place. There’s people your age, people Miss $Gray ‘s age, and then people a lot older than that. There’s drag queens around fires sharing cigarettes with homeless people. There’s prostitutes stumbling out of bars to throw up, only to try to make it into the next one. Eventually, you spot a venue that has a line that snakes around on itself several times over, and Miss $Gray insists she just has to go in. So you line up, for a long time. People in front of you get sick of waiting and end up bailing out, allowing you to move forward a spot, but even with that blessing it takes a millennium to get in, and all the while Miss $Gray is impatiently jiggling thanks to her needing to pee, which she reminds you of every two minutes. "You know what $name , from now on, we're best friends, do you hear me? No one's coming between us. You're my best friend and I'm actually quite fond of you." Eventually, you’re summoned by the bouncer to come forward. “There’s no chance. I can smell the booze on you from here.” “Wow, you must have a good nose.” Your teacher’s comments don’t help the situation. “Please, we’ve been waiting for ages, and she’s not even that drunk.” “Come on fellas, I’m sure we can work something out. Is it gonna be a nipple flash or a pussy flash? Or are you more the type of square who accepts a cheque?” “I’m going to need you to step out of the line. You can go in though ma’am.” The bouncer gives you the nod of approval. “Oh my god, what is that?!” Your teacher screeches at something in the distance. When the two guards turn around, Miss $Gray starts running in her heels, dragging you in with her. And with how busy the nightclub is, it’s easy to get lost in the dense crowd. “It’s an old trick of mine. I call it the “scream and scram.” Now, I really need to go pee. You get us some drinks." She gives you a handful of money. [img[Images/Bar.jpg]] “What drink do you…” She’s already slid away to the toilets. Even in her drunken state, you’re still taking orders from her. You get 2 glasses of whatever cocktails sound the best before trying to find Miss $Gray . It’s much harder to see in here. The only lights are beams that spin around from the ceiling in colors that change every second and there seems to be some smoke on the ground which further inhibits your vision. As nice as her dress was, it’s hard to make out red from white in these conditions. [img[Images/Club.jpg]] “Oh, sweet choice!” Miss $Gray yells, appearing from seemingly nowhere, taking a drink from your hand. Half of it is gone in 10 seconds. [img[Images/Cocktail.jpg]] “Are you okay Miss $Gray ? You seem really, really, drunk.” “Okay, first of all, no I’m not, and second of all, it feels awful having you call me that when right now, we’re just two girlfriends hanging out at a club. So please, call me by my first name.” “Which is?” [[Blackmail Date 12<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $GrayR to $GrayR + 1]]

Miss $Gray ‘s first name: <<textbox "$Gray2" "Julia">> [[Blackmail Date 13<-Continue][$GrayFirstName to 1]]

“$Gray2 . Nice to meet you!” She offers her hand for you to shake. When you do, she leads you to the main area of the dance floor, where she promises to impress you with her moves. Her “moves” are impressive, primarily in terms of how quickly they manage to clear the area around her. Rogue arms strike the air with little to no rhyme or reason, and you have to stop her from falling right into one of the security guards who you snuck by. “Soooooo, how’d I do?” You lead her to a quieter area of the venue, where there are a few chairs. When you stop to calculate it, it’s unsurprising that she’s having this reaction. You only had a couple of glasses of wine at the restaurant, so she had the rest of two bottles worth, on top of her cocktail and some of yours she unsubtly drinks from when she thinks you’re not looking. “Can I ask you a question?” “I don’t know, can you?” Her snarky response ends in a burp, which, despite its crude manner, still manages to sound beautiful coming from her mouth. “Is there a reason you wanted to get so drunk today?” “Okay, first of all, I am not drunk, and second of all, yes.” “And why’s that?” “Because…you’re trying to get me drunk to let you out of your cage?” “No, you’re the one who ordered the drinks in the restaurant.” “Ah, I’d forgotten about. You really are quite clever, despite how I give you good grades to give you a false sense of security about your intelligence so that you don’t feel the need to study, leaving you more time to train to be a better sissy.” “What?” “What?” The attempt at a conversation is disrupted by $Gray2 ‘s phone lighting up. When she sees who the message is from, she sighs. “Damn it.” “Is everything okay?” “Everything’s normal, yes.” “Are you sure?” She looks deep, deep into your eyes, where she looks for the answer to if she should open up to you. “Oh $name , why did we ever have to meet? I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors about me. About how my “friends” got me this job, and how I owe them favors. It’s all true, and I can do nothing about it. No matter what I accomplish in life, it’ll always be because I pulled strings to make it happen. That’s not the worst part though. That’s that they can ask me to do as much as they want with no end in sight. It’s a blank check that I’m the victim of. They told me to turn you into a sissy and I have no idea why. I wouldn’t mind as much if I weren’t kept in the dark, but this is awful. I don’t deserve to be doing people’s bidding like this. I keep looking for ways out of this situation, but no matter what I seem to do, nothing ever changes. And every week, I get hit with one of these messages.” She shows you her phone, and the message she just received. “How’s that girl coming along?” “Weekly reports, just like what $Ash had to do for me. Except I don't deserve to have to do this. This is why I needed $Ash to return your key to me. They weren’t happy with how slow progress was becoming.” Her head sinks into her arms, and you can tell she’s crying. “I’m…sorry $Gray2 …that’s…awful.” You comfort her with a hand on the back of her head. She flicks her head back up. “But I’ll get through it. I don’t have a choice.” She wipes the tears from her eyes. “Excuse me for a moment.” She heads to the bathroom. Incredibly, after all the torture she’s forced upon you, sympathy fills your soul. But that vanishes after a realization. //She left her phone!// And not only did she leave it, it’s still unlocked, and on the messages from her “friends.” [[Blackmail Date 14a<-Look at the messages][$H to $H + 1]] [[Blackmail Date 14b<-You’re better than that][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $BlackmailDatePhone to 1>>\ The temptation proves too much, and you look at the phone. After every request of an update, $Gray2 sends a file, presumably filled with all the horrid things she’s forced you to do. Undoubtedly it doesn’t mention how $Ash trained you for a while. No matter how far you scroll back though, no answers come to shed light on the situation. There’s nothing about who wanted you to be feminized in the first place, or what their motives were. In that regard, the nefarious action was a bust. But then it hits you. With access to all these messages, as well as the attached files and the contact details, you have evidence of her corruption. With this information, you could expose her doings to Farrix and have her blacklisted from the industry. Or even better - the police. Her reputation would be ruined in more ways than some rumors could ever accomplish, on top of being behind bars. Sure, it would be embarrassing, but it would be worth it to get revenge on her. She would finally get her comeuppance…and so would her…friends…who totally wouldn’t mind that happening. //Sigh// But…you could just blackmail $Gray2 . This evidence is a lot more damning than what $Ash had on her, and look what she got out of it. So you do what you did to $Ash , and send yourself all the incriminating messages you can before your “bestie” returns. Even though every fiber of your being wants to turn the tables on $Gray2 right now, deep down, you know that’s not the best idea. In her drunken state, she would probably interrupt you to try dancing again. [[Blackmail Date 15<-Continue]]

Even though you were more than willing to creep through $Ash ‘s diary, you won't do this. $Gray2 has opened up to you after so long of her giving you nothing but torment. Betraying that trust is too evil of an act for you. You slide the phone away, and await $Gray2 ‘s return. [[Blackmail Date 15<-Continue]]

“Ayyy, there she is! Where’d you go?” $Gray2 found her way back, and based on the drinks in her hand, she made a stop at the bar. “I didn’t go anywhere.” “Didn’t you? Oh, nevermind.” “Do you really think more alcohol is a good idea?” “No, I think it’s a great idea. But enough about me. Let’s talk about you. ‘Cause you really are my bestie, $name . We see each other everyday, we support each other no matter what, and I couldn’t imagine my life without you.” “That’s really sweet.” “Yeah, pineapple cocktails usually are. But don’t interrupt me. We’ve known each other for quite a while now, and I think I…I think I lo…” "Hey! There they are!” You manage to hear a shrieking voice above the roaring music. Swiveling your body around, you recognise it as one of the security guards $Gray2 “evaded.” “I think we have to go.” You stand up, grabbing $Gray2 ‘s hand as you do. “I agree. This place is getting stale.” The pair of you leave, with the guard escorting you from behind. “Are you sure a flash won’t change your mind?” The bouncer scoffs at how inebriated she is, and ignores her offer. “Oooh, you know what we should go get? Matching tattoos!” “I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” “And that’s why you’re the student and I’m the teacher. Come on!” [[Blackmail Date 16<-Continue][$H to $H +1]]

“Hey this one’s still op…open!” After an hour of her drunkenly dragging you around, she finally delivered on her promise to find a tattoo parlor. “I’m not sure they’re going to let you get a tattoo if you’re drunk.” “Okay, first of all, I’m not drunk, and second of all, why would they be open this late then?” She stumbles into the store, pushing the door open with her body. [img[Images/Tattoo event.jpg]] “I’ll be with you in a sec” the only person working here squawks at the sound of the door opening. You and $Gray2 fill the time by looking at the designs on the walls. “Do you have anything particular in mind?” “Well, I was thinking about getting a tattoo.” “Yeah, but what of?” She shrugs. “How about a flower?” “‘Bit basic.” “A quote?” “Like what?” “I don’t know.” “Eh. That’s not very inspirational.” “Well, what’s your favorite animal?” “What an odd question to ask an adult. Hmmm. Are humans animals?” You shake your head. “Then bears. Oh! That just gave me the perfect idea for a quote!” “Please don’t tell me it’s “what’s inside this pic-a-nic-basket?”” “Have some more faith, $name .” The artist finishes up work on the previous customer before getting to you two. “Now, ladies, what can I get you?” “Hello, yes, I’d like one tattoo please.” The man stares in bewilderment at $Gray2 . You end up elbowing her in the hope she continues. “I’ll guide you as you do it.” The chair bounces under her weight as she jumps on, giving her arm to the man as she does. For the next ten minutes, she whispers to the artist what she wants, deliberately excluding you from the conversation. “Can I see?” $Gray2 gets up from the chair, hiding her arm. “Only after you get it yourself.” [[Blackmail Date 17a<-Continue]]

<<set $TattooArms to 1, $TattooArmsBear to 1>>\ “Alright, fine.” At the very least, this is something you can always mock $Gray2 for. You have the same process done to you, but the artist’s hand is blocking the view the entire time. When he’s done, you’re incredibly nervous at what your teacher wanted you to get. It could easily be something demeaning, but if they’re matching, that wouldn’t make much sense for her to have. She insists you reveal them together, and so you do. On your forearm, there’s an adorable outline of a love heart, with a quote beside it. “How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” Following the theme of the night, $Gray2 tips the man far too much money, and you exit. “I was half expecting you to get us something stupid.” “Hehe. Well, I did ask him to do it in comic sans, but he had no idea what that was.” After walking in the cool night for a while longer, you stop near a street lined with cabs ready for customers. “This was…absolutely lovely, $name . And from now on, we are besties - for life. But I am aware of how late it is, and my cat is probably hungry. So I think we should call it a night here.” She gives you a kiss on the cheek before bidding you adieu, and taking off in a taxi. It takes you a while to get home from such an unfamiliar part of the city, but eventually, you do. <<if $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S - 3, $L to $L - 3]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S - 3, $L to $L - 3]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Hosiery chore.jpg]] <<set $C6 to 7, $WeekChores to $WeekChores + 1>>\ <<if $HighHeelKeyring is 0>><<set $I to $I + 15>><<else>><<set $I to $I + 30>><</if>>\ <<set $HosieryChore1 = ["pantyhose", "stockings", "tights", "hold ups", "thigh highs"]>>\ <<set setup.HosieryChore2 to ['Sheer Siren', 'Lustful Lily', 'Okiniiri Taitsu', 'Belle Cose', 'Beaute Inferieure', 'Anne Winters', 'Hosi<3ry', 'Unbreakable Delicates', 'Lions, Tigers and Sheers', 'Her Treasures']>>\ <<set setup.HosieryChore3 to ['Birthday Suit', 'Butterscotch', 'Hazelnut', 'Sunkissed', 'Copper Shine', 'Blackest Night', 'Golden Glow', 'Caramel', 'Angelic Whispers', 'Naked Lust', 'Invisible Protection', 'Enbronze', 'Orca', 'Marooned', 'A Slither of Silver', 'Shocking Sapphire', 'Glossed Up Legs', 'Coal In Your Stockings', 'Polar Sheer', 'Gray-ish']>>\ As per Miss $Gray ‘s increased demands for your chores, you prepare to acquire a specific pair of hosiery for her. This week, it’s a pair of <<print $HosieryChore1.random()>> from the brand <<print setup.HosieryChore2.random()>>in the shade <<print setup.HosieryChore3.random()>> You set out on your adventure, mapping out your route to stop at as many lingerie, department and drug stores as you can in hope of finding the specific request. <<if $LingerieCatalog is 0>>Despite those efforts though, it’s still going to be a hard task. The amount of lingerie brands in the world is incalculable, and when Miss $Gray specifies a shade, she won’t settle for anything less than the same label she demanded to be on the box. Some of the stores do have the right brand, but are out of the shade you need. And the ones that do have the right shade, don’t have them in the right style. And the ones that do have them in the right style, don’t have them in the right brand. Sometimes it feels like Miss $Gray just draws these specifications out of a hat with no rhyme or reason.\ <<elseif $LingerieCatalog is 1>>Fortunately, your lingerie catalog helps the process immensely. While it’s not perfect, it does give you a good idea of what shops sell what brands, allowing you to narrow down your search considerably. Even despite your preparation though, your helping hand in the form of a magazine doesn’t let you know if the shade you need is in stock, so it’s still a surprisingly long excursion.<</if>> [img[Images/Maid UpskirtG.gif]] <<if $L lt 7>>Searching for specific lingerie for hours on end does strain your lust somewhat, but you persevere through. Were you just a little hornier though, you could be spending much longer rummaging through the racks of hosiery.\ <<elseif $L gt 6>>Your efforts are further impeded by your lust, which goes through the roof after hours of looking at boxes of women in the finest lingerie. While it’s not the worst usage of time, it doesn’t feel great to deliberately keep looking through the hosiery even when you know the store doesn’t have what you’re looking for.<</if>> <<if $ChoresPunish gt 9>><<set $S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1>>The comibned forces of a pair of nipple clamps and a set of ankle cuffs make the task much harder. Not only is the public embarrassment of wearing bondage excruciating, but so is the pain from the clamps.<<elseif $ChoresPunish gt 2>><<set $S to $S + 1>>The task is made even harder due to the ankle cuffs wrapped around your legs for the entire day. They make your task even more stressful, and add to the humiliation of needing to rummage through racks of lingerie while wearing a maid outfit. But your rosy cheeks can only remain flushed with blood for so long before you become desensitized to the looks you get.<</if>> After a large part of the day is used on your quest, it feels great to finally find the specific piece of hosiery you were looking for. When you get home, Miss $Gray doesn’t seem to appreciate your efforts that much. In fact, she barely gives you enough money to reimburse you for the nylons. <<if $LingerieCatalog is 0 and $L lt 7>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 6, $L to $L + 2]]\ <<elseif $LingerieCatalog is 0 and $L gt 6>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 8, $L to $L + 2]]\ <<elseif $LingerieCatalog is 1 and $L lt 7>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 4, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $LingerieCatalog is 1 and $L gt 6>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 6, $L to $L + 1]]<</if>>

<<set $WeekChores to $WeekChores + 1>>\ [img[Images/Mani pedi.jpg]] <<set setup.NailChore1 to ['Decked Out', 'Vermilion', 'Carmite', 'Venice Calling', 'Rubilicious', 'Amaranth Jive', 'Marooned', 'Cardinal Dim', 'Rusty Love', 'Fire At Will', 'Bloody Murder']>> <<set setup.NailChore2 to ['Punked', 'Femme Fatale', 'Stardust', 'Supernova', 'Fuchsia', 'Absolutely Peachy', 'Lavendered', 'Magemta', 'Envied', 'Coralation', 'Kind of Blue', 'Blue ‘n Green', 'So Watt', 'Obsidized', 'Holy Coaly', 'V V V Black', 'Raven’s Flight', 'Sooted Up', 'Black and Ink', 'Charry Night', 'Lead By Design', 'Midnight Sight', 'Nightly Charm', 'Smokin’ Gun', 'Plum Forgot', 'Violently Violet', 'Winer', 'Indigo Out', 'Irisistable', 'Berry Good', 'A Lively Green', 'Absolutely Pine', 'Appearing Beautiful', 'Ferntastic', 'Lemon and Fine']>>\ You join Miss $Gray and $Hannah relaxing in the lounge, awaiting the promised manicure and pedicure. “I’ll have this shade.” Miss $Gray demands curtly, and places a vial of red nail polish down on the table. “And I’ll have…this one.” $Hannah selects one herself, though it took her much longer to decide on the color, though she does actually have colors other than red, unlike Miss $Gray . On the table are their cumulative collections of nail varnish. Your teacher has around 20 bottles of red, though you can really only point to 3 separate shades. $Hannah ‘s takes several trips around the rainbow, and some are already a mix of colors, or have glitter in, or are matte as opposed to shiny and reflective. [img[Images/Maid UpskirtG.gif]] You begin by dousing cotton pads in acetone, and wipe away the girls’ old glamorous paint jobs, even though it looks barely a week old. <<if $ManiPediKit is 1>>The mani/pedi kit you bought comes in handy now. You slightly trim their nails, rounding out the edges so that they are beautifully smooth, followed by gently pushing back their cuticles, so that there’s more room for the polish. Finally, you exfoliate them, to give a fresher feeling. The process takes a while, but it’s one that seems to be appreciated.<</if>> Then, at $Hannah ‘s suggestion, and then Miss $Gray ‘s command, use a bottle of clear nail polish as a first coat, to “prevent the polish from staining the nails” and “make the application easier”, as $Hannah puts it. That step is easy. Since it’s clear, neither of them would notice if you messed it up, but the colors take much more care, especially Miss $Gray ‘s red selection, <<print setup.NailChore1.random()>>. You do 3 coats of the lascivious shade on all 20 of her nails, starting with her feet and then her hands. By the time you’ve done the first coat on her fingers, her toes are dry again. To top it off, your teacher demands another coat with clear polish, to make the color “pop.” You oblige. [img[Images/Red hands.jpg]] $Hannah seems to relax more in this state around you compared to Miss $Gray , and she is less commanding of you than your teacher. Her choice in nail polish this week is the shade <<print setup.NailChore2.random()>> . While it’s certainly a more inspired choice than her other half, it isn’t as sexy. Regardless, you follow the same process: clear coat, 3 coats of color, and then another clear coat. Despite having painted nails 200 separate times, you’re impressed that the quality didn’t falter, and the girls seem to think the same. “Great job, $name.” Your teacher admires your handiwork in the light. “Salon quality nails, from a sissy in the comfort of my own home.” “Impressive as always, $name . I can’t believe I ever thought of you as a man!” They cackle as they leave, but not after giving their servant a reward. Looking down, you're proud to confirm your black and white maid outfit has remained exactly the same, and unstained by any colors used today. <<if $ChoresPunish gt 9>><<set $S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1>>Whils the ankle cuffs that are a part of your uniform were forgetable from your position, the nipple clamps were not, and made concentrating notably harder. <<elseif $ChoresPunish gt 2>>Somewhat funnily to you, the presence of the ankle cuffs was completely forgotten about. This might be the only chore you're forced to complete which isn't affected by them, though you're still forced to wear them.<</if>> <<if $ManiPedKit is 0>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $I to $I + 10]]<<else>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $I to $I + 30]]<</if>>

<<set $SD to 2>>\ [img[Images/P - Gray computer.jpg]] You’re twiddling your thumbs in detention, nervously awaiting a message from $Ash that feels like it’s never going to come. After half an hour of nothing, you’re the one who wants to message her to ask if the plan is still going ahead. Naturally, just when you start considering that, $Ash sends you the message. “You’ve got one minute sissy. Make it quick.” [[GC Issue<-”I think there’s an issue with this chastity cage.”][$M to $M + 30]] [[GC Work<-”Can you help me with this work?”][$M to $M + 30]] [[GC Fashion<-”What do you think of this look?”][$M to $M + 30]] <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>[[GC Cat<-”Look at this cat video.”][$M to $M + 30]]<</if>>

<<if $BlackmailDate lt 5>>“Umm, Miss $Gray ? Could you take a look at this? I think there’s an issue with my chastity cage.”\ <<else>>“Umm, $Gray2 ? Could you take a look at this? I think there’s an issue with my chastity cage.”<</if>> “An issue? That’s no good.” She gets up and strolls over, likely happy to have a reason to stop working for a moment. “So what’s the problem?” You pull down your skirt and underwear, hoping $Ash does the next step of her plan soon. “It’s the ring, it’s very uncomfortable. I think it might be the wrong size.” She leans in closer to inspect the device. “It should be the same size as your old one, so I don’t see why there should be a problem with it.” “Well, umm, it’s a different material, so it might be chafing differently.” You’re now really hoping $Ash does something. “It’s also kind of a different shape, and testicals can be kind of sensitive.” She fiddles with the base of the device. “It’s probably you still getting used to the device, so nothing serious. But if it continues, let me know and I’ll double check the specifications.” She begins heading back to her computer, but not before a screeching noise fills the room. It’s the fire alarm. “I hate these drills. Come on $name , let’s head outside.” <<if $BlackmailDate lt 5>>“Umm, sure, I just need to pull these up.” You feign that you’re struggling to replace your underwear, and miraculously, Miss $Gray seems to buy it.\ <<else>>“Umm, sure, I just need to pull these up.” You feign that you’re struggling to replace your underwear, and miraculously, $Gray2 seems to buy it.<</if>> [[GC 2<-Continue]]

“Can you help me with this work?” “Which part are you struggling on?” She doesn’t even look away from her computer. “It’s this part here, about…” <<if $BlackmailDate lt 5>>”If it’s about what I went over today, I’m going to be annoyed.” She gets up from behind her desk and strolls over to you, where she looks at what your issue is. “I went over this earlier $name , I do…” Her rant is cut off by the screeching of a siren. It’s the fire alarm. “I do despise these drills.” She exits the classroom, not even checking if you’re following her.\ <<else>>She gets up from behind her desk before you can even finish your point. "Ah, I see your issue here, $name , you’re getting confused with what I covered before about…" She gets cut off now, this time by the invasive yell of the fire alarm. “Have I ever told you how much I hate these stupid drills? Come on, $name , we need to go outside.” $Gray2 and you stroll out the room, still discussing the topic of today’s work, but you’re sure $Ash would want you in the classroom with her. “Oh, damn it! I left my phone on my desk.” “You’re really not supposed to go back for it.” “I know…but…I have so many pictures of my…feminization on it. I could never forgive myself if I lost it.” “Alright then, but catch up.” She continues on her journey, and you return to the classroom, without the intention of catching up. <</if>> [[GC 2<-Continue]]

[img[Images/Fashion.jpg]] With your phone still out, you load up some images of women’s fashion. “What do you think of this look?” <<if $GrayBestie is 0>>“$name , you know you’re not supposed to be on your phone.” “I know Miss $Gray , but I think this skirt really suits me.” “Well, I suppose if it’s for feminine pursuits I approve. Let me take a look.” She leaves her desk to check out the picture. “I was thinking this plaid skirt, but with a pair of fishnets would go great together, maybe with a cute sweater.” “You know how I feel about fishnets, $name . If you’re going to wear them, don’t shy away from them. Make the skirt a little shorter and wear a crop top with it and that’s a look. With that plaid skirt though, I’d pair it with some plain pantyhose or tights so that the skirt is the focal point of the look.” “I see, thanks Miss $Gray .” She begins to return to her desk, but not before the room is filled with a screeching siren. It’s the fire alarm. “I do despise these drills.” She exits the classroom, not even checking if you’re following her.\ <<else>>”Oh, let me see!” She leaves her desk to check out the picture. “I was thinking this plaid skirt, but with a pair of fishnets would go great together, maybe with a cute sweater.” “Honey, with your legs, I would be wearing skirts much shorter than that. If you really wanted to wear some fishnets, I’d pair them with a short flared skirt. Add a crop top to that, and you’ve got a look. Just make sure the waistband of the tights don’t go past the waistband of the skirt. That’s such a trashy look, and not in a good way.” “What if it were with this skirt?” “Well then I’d…” Your conversation is cut off by the blaring of a siren. It’s the fire alarm. “Have I ever told you how much I hate these stupid drills? Come on, $name , we need to go outside.” $Gray2 and you stroll out the room, still discussing the topic of how to marry your skirts with the rest of your outfit, but you’re sure $Ash would want you in the classroom with her. “Oh, damn it! I left my phone on my desk.” “You’re really not supposed to go back for it.” “I know…but…I have so many cute looks saved on it. I could never forgive myself if I lost them.” “Alright then, but catch up.” She continues on her journey, and you return to the classroom, without the intention of catching up. <</if>> [[GC 2<-Continue]]

[img[Images/Funny cat.jpg]] Praying upon your knowledge that $Gray2 has a cat, you try to take advantage of it. On your phone, you load up a video of a cute feline and start laughing. “Take a look at this adorable cat.” “You know you shouldn’t be on your phone in class or in detentions.” Despite her warning, she still gets up to look at the video. The endearing footage is of a cat giving their owners a world class side eye, and $Gray2 seems to really enjoy it. “Aww, that’s nice. My own cat does something similar, usually after I tell her off for trying to scratch at my stockings. Except this one ti…” The classroom is filled with a screeching siren. It’s the fire alarm. “Have I ever told you how much I hate these stupid drills? Come on, $name , we need to go outside.” $Gray2 and you stroll out the room, still discussing the topic of cats being menaces, but you’re sure $Ash would want you in the classroom with her. “Oh, damn it! I left my phone on my desk.” “You’re really not supposed to go back for it.” “I know…but…I have so many cat videos saved. I could never forgive myself if I lost them.” “Alright then, but catch up.” She continues on her journey, and you return to the classroom, without the intention of catching up. [[GC 2<-Continue]]

$Ash slides into the classroom only a moment later. <<if $Home is 4>>”Your plan was to set off the fire alarm?” “It worked for me before, remember?”\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>”Your plan was to set off the fire alarm?” “It’s more effective than you’d think.” She gives you a small wink.<</if>> In tandem, you rush over to the computer before anyone comes back. “So why exactly did you need me to distract her?” “So she’d forget to lock her computer. Now shut up and let me concentrate - we don’t have long.” She scrolls through hundreds of emails, looking for any hint as to the origins of your chastity devices. From over $Ash ‘s shoulder, you see a suspiciously labeled email. “Wait, what’s that?” You point at the email and she clicks on it. <hr> “To Miss $Gray , We hope your recent custom order was to your liking. If there are any issues with it, please get in touch and I’m sure we can resolve them. We’d also like to take this opportunity to remind you about our upcoming event in your city. Our annual Sex Toy Celebration will take place at 313 Madison Avenue and we’d more than love to see you there! It will feature most of our companies’ products, with the ability to test them out included. Whether you’re a dom, a switch or a sub, we have something for you! Your complimentary pair of tickets should have been included with your recent order. Please remember them on the day of the event. Those who do not bring tickets will not be permitted entry. Caring regards, Secret Desires.” <hr> $Ash is beaming from ear to ear. “This looks like it’s it!” “Awesome! What do we do now?” “I’m going to find out what I can about this company. Until then, I need to get out of here, and you need to finish this detention.” $Ash runs out of the classroom, terrified of being caught in here by your teacher. “See you back home, I guess.” <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 quickly returns after the alarm silences, and you pretend you just got back yourself.\ <<else>> Miss $Gray quickly returns after the alarm silences, and you pretend you just got back yourself.<</if>> <<if $GrayBestie is 1 and $BlackmailDatePhone is 1>>For the rest of the detention, you contemplate telling $Gray2 about what $Ash and you are up to. But your bestie said that regardless of her opinions of you, she still has to feminize you. If there’s a chance of you stopping that from happening, it’s by escaping this chastity cage. So for now at least, you decide not to. You also consider trying to blackmail her with the messages from your phone. But she’s probably much less scared of you and your documents than she is of her friends, so that probably won’t accomplish that much. Maybe at a later date, it might be useful, but for right now, you can’t see it being good for anything other than ruining your recently redeemed relationship with $Gray2 . Plus, maybe her training won’t be as bad now that you’re closer.\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1 and $BlackmailDatePhone is 0>>For the rest of the detention, you contemplate telling $Gray2 about what $Ash and you are up to. But your bestie said that regardless of her opinions of you, she still has to feminize you. If there’s a chance of you stopping that from happening, it’s by escaping this chastity cage. So for now at least, you decide not to.\ <<else>>Throughout the rest of your detention, the thought of telling Miss $Gray about what you and $Ash are up to crosses your mind. But considering you don’t know how much your teacher will appreciate or believe it, and how angry $Ash will be, you decide it’s best not to.<</if>> Following the fire drill, your teacher is testier than usual, so she largely leaves you alone, and you remain obediently silent. After the hour is up, you celebrate at having stepped one foot closer to being free from your chastity cage. [[GC 3<-Continue][$H to 17, $M to 0]]

<<set $S to $S + 2>><<if $S gt 10>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $L to $L + 1>><<if $L gt 10>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] \ You walk out of Farrix. <<if $Home is 1>>The access to your chastity cage is locked in the hands of two women hellbent on turning you into a woman, and freedom from the device is only a memory of the past and a dream for the future.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>The access to your chastity cage is locked in the hands of Miss $Gray , who shows no intentions of letting you out anytime soon. Your only hope of escape, sadly enough, is a woman who would rather control your cage herself.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>The access to your clit is kept safely in the hands of your trainer, Mistress $Ash , right where it should be.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>The access to your chastity cage is locked in the hands of $Gray2 , who, despite your warm relationship with, cannot let you out.<</if>> [[Room 3/4<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] <<if $S gt 9>>You feel too stressed to not go straight home<</if>>\ <<if $S lt 10>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>>

<<set $SD to 3>>\ <<set $W14A1 to 1>>\ [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] “Alright, so I looked into that company, Secret Desires, from $Gray ‘s emails. And, well, there’s nothing I can find on them. At all. That makes this much harder, since we can’t just send them an email asking how we get out. But that email mentioned an event coming up, at 313 Madison Avenue. I looked that address up, and it’s an old warehouse, supposedly abandoned, but there’s a bunch of newspaper articles linking it to illegal activity. Between that, and the non existent trace of the company online, I think it’s safe to say they’re a very secretive organization, which means this “Sex Toy Celebration” is going to be very hard to get into. We might be able to sneak in without a ticket, but we can’t afford to get caught and then lose this opportunity and have to wait a year. No. No, we have to get 2 tickets.” $Ash ‘s monologue is delivered while she paces back and forth. She’s clearly put a lot of time into this plan. “So what are you thinking? We take the tickets from Miss $Gray ?” “I don’t think we can risk that. If she notices they’re gone, she will probably suspect us. After all, she knows we hate being in these devices. That, and she probably keeps them at her house, and I have no idea what that place is like. It’s too risky. Fortunately, I think I have a better plan. And it involves someone’s house who we have both been to, and who won’t suspect us.” “And that is?” “$Jen .” “Wait, why would she have tickets for it?” “Well, I’m actually not entirely sure she does. But I’m pretty confident she will. We go far back. Not really me and her, but more me and her sister. She told me a bunch about $Jen . Since then, I’ve never liked her. But her sister also told me what $Jen was into, and that, plus how rich her daddy is, makes me think she probably got complimentary tickets to the event too.” “I suppose we can’t just ask her nicely for them then.” “No, but this is another reason why this will be easier with $Jen than $Gray . Has $Jen ever told you that her folks are out all the time? She practically lives alone, so if we can ensure she’s out, then the house will be empty.” “So you want us to break into her house?” She smiles at how terrified you look. “Yes.” “I don’t know if I can do that.” “Well fine, but then you can pick up your stuff and leave. Besides, I thought you wanted out of that chastity cage.” “I do, but this seems a little extreme.” “I will not apologize for not being so prone to accept my defeat and submission as you are, $name . I’m breaking out of this belt if it’s the last thing I do.” “Do you at least have a good plan to ensure she’s out?” “Of course. Describe her relationship with her boyfriend in one word.” “Rocky. Unreliable. Prone to arguments.” “Evidently $Gray didn’t help you on counting. Anyway, we need to go down to the mall and find ourselves a chick magnet: an irresistible hunk of a man. Then we make sure the two meet and stay busy the rest of the night.” “Wait, you want to do all this today?” “We don’t have that long before the Sex Toy Celebration. Now come on, let’s get to the mall.” [[Secret Desires 2b<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $SD2Movie to 0, $SD2Sex to 0, $SD2Clothes to 0>>\ [img[Images/Mall event.jpg]] The mall has always been a place of diversity of characters. Slobs and hunks alike share the same benches, shop in the same stores and pee in the same toilets. And today, you need to find $Jen the perfect man. “How exactly do we know what $Jen ‘s type is? And isn’t it going to be next to impossible to find someone who can charm her enough to stay out the night with him?” “Well, based on her current relationship, he should be a bit of a dick. In fact, the more the better. But he also needs to be handsome, muscular and charismatic - with a good sense for fashion, and with pockets deep enough to spoil her.” “So, where do we start?” [[SD2 Movie<-Movie store]] [[SD2 Clothes<-Clothes store]] [[SD2 Sex<-Sex store]]

<<set $H to 12>>\ <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 0 and $GrayBestie is 0 and $Home is 3 or $GrayLunchFail gt 0 and $GrayBestie is 0 and $Home is 4>><<set $S to $S + 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>>It’s lunch, which means that, unfortunately for you, you have a miserable lunch in store with your power mad teacher and your girlfriend and her strange motives. You walk into room 68, where $Ash is already sitting down, with Miss $Gray at her own desk. It’s eerily silent, but you reason that it might actually be preferable that way. The hour goes by painfully slowly, so you take occasional glances between the beauties in the room. The usual sight of Miss $Gray ‘s gorgeous face and ample breasts pressing against the taut material of her blouse has always been attractive to you ever since you arrived at Farrix. On the other hand, you can also spy glances at $Ash ‘s stunning legs and their sheer protector, which only add to the beauty in your mind. Further down from that, you can see most of her feet, which her flats do very little in veiling. Eventually, the hour sounds and you’re free to leave.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail gt 1 and $GrayBestie is 1>>It’s lunch, which means you have to spend another uncomfortable hour between two women who have had an incredible effect on your life, your body, and your wardrobe. Half the time you think the only reason $Ash doesn’t assault $Gray2 is because it wouldn’t free her from her chastity. At the very least, if that ever did happen, you’d have a front row seat. Obviously, you don’t want to risk annoying $Gray2 and ruining your friendship by perving on her, so $Ash is the main recipient of that luxury. Eventually, the hour sounds and you’re free to leave.\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail gt 1 and $GrayBestie is 0>><<set $S to $S + 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>>It’s lunch, which means that, unfortunately for you, you have a miserable lunch in store with your power mad teacher and your girlfriend and her strange motives. You walk into room 68, where $Ash is already sitting down, with Miss $Gray at her own desk. It’s eerily silent, but you reason that it might actually be preferable that way. The hour goes by painfully slowly, so you take occasional glances between the beauties in the room. The usual sight of Miss $Gray ‘s gorgeous face and ample breasts pressing against the taut material of her blouse has always been attractive to you ever since you arrived at Farrix. On the other hand, you can also spy glances at $Ash ‘s stunning legs and their sheer protector, which only add to the beauty in your mind. Further down from that, you can see most of her feet, which her flats do very little in veiling. Eventually, the hour sounds and you’re free to leave, though not before Miss $Gray cuts you off, and tells you to come to her at the end of the day because of your dramatic disobedience in regards to your uniform.\ <<elseif $JenR gt 3>><<set $S to $S - 1>>It’s lunch, which means that you have some reprieve from the stress of being a student. You’re about to find a quiet spot to relax when $Jen spots you “hey.” “Hi” she looks around for a moment, seeing that you aren’t with anyone else “come on, let’s sit together.” You follow as she leads you to a somewhat secluded spot. There are still some people around, but they don’t bother you. You two talk the hour away. Conversation comes easily thanks to your friendship, and you enjoy finding out new, cool things about $Jen . You discuss your favorite movies and books, and childhood experiences that you didn’t think you’d share, Eventually though, you have to say goodbye at the sound of the bell, leading you to your next lesson.\ <<elseif $JenR gt 1>>It’s lunch, which means that you have some reprieve from the stress of being a student. You’re about to find a quiet spot to relax when $Jen spots you “hey.” “Hi” she looks around for a moment, seeing that you aren’t with anyone else “shall we…sit together?” You agree, and she leads you to a somewhat secluded spot. There are still some people around, but they don’t bother you. You two talk the hour away. It’s mainly small talk as you discuss movies and books interspersed with the occasional joke about your lame teachers. Eventually though, you have to say goodbye at the sound of the bell, leading you to your next lesson.\ <<elseif $JenR lt -1 and $I gt 4>><<set $I to $I - 5, $S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1>>It’s lunch, which means that you have some reprieve from the stress of being a student. You’re about to find a quiet spot to relax when $Jen spots you “hey.” “What’s up, loser? I think I forgot my lunch money, can you lend me some?” You’re about to feign that you forgot your wallet when $Jen continues “sorry if I made that sound like a question. Hand some over.” Her raised voice is attracting eyes, so you cut the conversation short by ripping out a note from your wallet and handing it to her. She prances away, and you try not to look at her generous ass swinging beneath her short skirt. You manage to stumble across a lonely area of Farrix, and waste away the rest of the hour by playing mobile games and listening to music.\ <<else>>It’s lunch, which means that you have some reprieve from the stress of being a student. You manage to stumble across a lonely area of Farrix, and waste away the rest of the hour by playing mobile games and listening to music.<</if>> [[12-1d<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 13>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> <<if $GrayBestie is 0 and $GrayLunchFail gte 1>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gte 2>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<else>>[[12-1f<-Continue][$H to 16]]<</if>>

<<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] You walk out of Farrix. <<if $Home is 1>>The access to your chastity cage is locked in the hands of two women hellbent on turning you into a woman, and freedom from the device is only a memory of the past and a dream for the future.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>The access to your chastity cage is locked in the hands of Miss $Gray , who shows no intentions of letting you out anytime soon. Your only hope of escape, sadly enough, is a woman who would rather control your cage herself.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>The access to your clit is kept safely in the hands of your trainer, Mistress $Ash , right where it should be.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>The access to your chastity cage is locked in the hands of $Gray2 , who, despite your warm relationship with, cannot let you out.<</if>> <<if $Home gte 5 and $Home lte 6 and $Day3 is 1>>[[12-1 Jen Sister<-Return home][$M to $M + 15]]\ <<elseif $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return home][$M to $M + 15]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return home][$M to $M + 15]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return home][$M to $M + 15]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return home][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>> <<if $S gt 9>>You feel too stressed to not go straight home<</if>>\ <<if $S lt 10>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>> <<if $H lt 17 and visited("Heels Ballet") is 0 and $HeelsS gt 0>>[[Heels Ballet<-Learn to walk in heels at the ballet club]]<</if>>

<<return>> Version 0.6.2.4 <hr> <<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return home]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return home]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return home]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return home]]<</if>> <<button info>><<script>>UI.alert("Sends you home in your current state. Might help if the current passage is broken");<</script>><</button>> Current day: $Day3 <<button info>><<script>>UI.alert("Measures what day of the week it is");<</script>><</button>> [[Settings/Debug<-To 1][$Day3 to 1]] - [[Settings/Debug<-To 2][$Day3 to 2]] - [[Settings/Debug<-To 3][$Day3 to 3]] - [[Settings/Debug<-To 4][$Day3 to 4]] - [[Settings/Debug<-To 5][$Day3 to 5]] - [[Settings/Debug<-To 6][$Day3 to 6]] - [[Settings/Debug<-To 7][$Day3 to 7]] Feminine rating: $Fem <<button info>><<script>>UI.alert("A variable used to measure your progress");<</script>><</button>> [[Settings/Debug<-+1][$Fem to $Fem + 1]] | [[Settings/Debug<--1][$Fem to $Fem - 1]] Home rating: $Home <<button info>><<script>>UI.alert("Used to determine which story path you're on");<</script>><</button>> \ [[Settings/Debug<-To 0][$Home to 0]] - [[Settings/Debug<-To 1][$Home to 1]] - [[Settings/Debug<-To 2][$Home to 2]] - [[Settings/Debug<-To 3][$Home to 3]] - [[Settings/Debug<-To 4][$Home to 4]] - [[Settings/Debug<-To 5][$Home to 5]] - [[Settings/Debug<-To 6][$Home to 6]] Appropriate appearance: $App <<button info>><<script>>UI.alert("A check to see if your appearance is approriate to go out");<</script>><</button>> Stress [[Settings/Debug<-+1][$S to $S + 1]] | [[Settings/Debug<--1][$S to $S - 1]] Lust [[Settings/Debug<-+1][$L to $L + 1]] | [[Settings/Debug<--1][$L to $L - 1]] <hr> __Relationships__ Gray relationship : [[Settings/Debug<-+1][$GrayR to $GrayR + 1]] | [[Settings/Debug<--1][$GrayR to $GrayR - 1]] Befriended route : [[Settings/Debug<-Deactivate][$GrayBestie to 0]] - [[Settings/Debug<-Activate][$GrayBestie to 1]] <<button info>><<script>>UI.alert("Will only have an impact in the Chapter 4: Escape Chastity path");<</script>><</button>> Change uniform inspection result [[Settings/Debug<-Passed][$GrayLunchFail to 0]] - [[Settings/Debug<-Failed][$GrayLunchFail to 1]] <<button info>><<script>>UI.alert("Changes if you passed your teacher's morning inspection or not. Failing it will result in a lunch/after school detenion, while passing it will mean you can spend lunch with someone else (provided you have a good enough relationship with your teacher that she doesn't give you a lunch time detention regardless.");<</script>><</button>> \ Order to wear a sports bra: $SportsBraOrder [[Settings/Debug<-On][$SportsBraOrder to 1]] - [[Settings/Debug<-Off][$SportsBraOrder to 0]] Order to wear a butt plug: $ButtPlugOrder [[Settings/Debug<-On][$ButtPlugOrder to 1]] - [[Settings/Debug<-Off][$ButtPlugOrder to 0]] Order to wear flats: $FlatsOrder [[Settings/Debug<-On][$FlatsOrder to 1]] - [[Settings/Debug<-Off][$FlatsOrder to 0]] Ash relationship : [[Settings/Debug<-+1][$AshR to $AshR + 1]] | [[Settings/Debug<--1][$AshR to $AshR - 1]] Upset route: $AshMad [[Settings/Debug<-On][$AshMad to 1]] - [[Settings/Debug<-Off][$AshMad to 0]] Hannah relationship : [[Settings/Debug<-+1][$HannahR to $HannahR + 1]] | [[Settings/Debug<--1][$HannahR to $HannahR - 1]] Jen relationship : [[Settings/Debug<-+1][$JenR to $JenR + 1]] | [[Settings/Debug<--1][$JenR to $JenR - 1]] Exposure level (Currently $JenLevel ): [[Settings/Debug<- +1][$JenLevel to $JenLevel +1]] [[Settings/Debug<- -1][$JenLevel to $JenLevel -1]] Alex relationship : [[Settings/Debug<-+1][$AlexR to $AlexR + 1]] | [[Settings/Debug<--1][$AlexR to $AlexR - 1]] <hr> __Optional content__ Watersports $FPiss [[Settings/Debug<-On][$FPiss to 1]] - [[Settings/Debug<-Off][$FPiss to 0]] Sounding $FSounding [[Settings/Debug<-On][$FSounding to 1]] - [[Settings/Debug<-Off][$FSounding to 0]] Cuckolding $FCuck [[Settings/Debug<-On][$FCuck to 1]] - [[Settings/Debug<-Off][$FCuck to 0]] ABDL $FABDL [[Settings/Debug<-On][$FABDL to 1]] - [[Settings/Debug<-Off][$FABDL to 0]] Feet $FFeet [[Settings/Debug<-On][$FFeet to 1]] - [[Settings/Debug<-Off][$FFeet to 0]] Nylon $FNylon [[Settings/Debug<-On][$FNylon to 1]] - [[Settings/Debug<-Off][$FNylon to 0]] Sexual assault $FRape [[Settings/Debug<-On][$FRape to 1]] - [[Settings/Debug<-Off][$FRape to 0]] Violence $FViolence [[Settings/Debug<-On][$FViolence to 1]] - [[Settings/Debug<-Off][$FViolence to 0]] Drug references $FDrug [[Settings/Debug<-On][$FDrug to 1]] - [[Settings/Debug<-Off][$FDrug to 0]] <hr> __Items__ [[Settings/Debug<- Give +100 Money][$I to $I + 100]] \ [[Settings/Debug<-Give all items][$LaundryDetergent to 100, $GameStation to 1, $CanvasBags to 1, $Bed2 to 1, $Screwdriver to 1, $Camera to 1, $Umbrella to 1, $LingerieCatalog to 1, $ManiPediKit to 1, $StorageCloset to 1, $IClean to 1, $SpiceRack to 1, $CoffeeTable to 1, $BathroomCabinet to 1, $ShelvingUnit to 1, $SkiMask to 1, $Gloves to 1, $MembershipCard to 1, $LuckyPen to 1, $FabricSoftener to 1, $HighHeelKeyring to 1, $LatexCleaningGloves to 1, $NailStrengtheningSolution to 1, $EnergyDrink to 100, $Candles to 1]] \ \ <<link "Give all clothing">> <<set $Panties1 to 1, $Panties2 to 1, $Panties3 to 1, $Panties4 to 1, $Panties5 to 1, $Panties6 to 1, $Panties7 to 1, $Panties8 to 1, $Panties9 to 1, $Panties10 to 1, $Panties11 to 1, $Thong1 to 1, $Thong3 to 1, $Thong8 to 1, $Thong4 to 1, $Thong5 to 1, $GarterPanties1 to 1, $GarterPanties2 to 1>> <<set $WornPanties to 1>> <<set $Garter1 to 1, $GarterA to 0, $Garter2 to 1, $GarterB to 0, $Garter3 to 1, $GarterC to 0, $Garter4 to 1, $GarterD to 0, $Garter5 to 1, $GarterE to 0>> <<set $SportsBra1 to 1, $SportsBra5 to 1, $SportsBra8 to 1>> <<set $Bra1 to 1, $Bra2 to 1, $Bra3 to 1, $Bra4 to 1, $Bra5 to 1, $Bra6 to 1, $Bra7 to 1, $Bra to 0, $Bra8 to 1, $Bra9 to 1>> <<set $Tights1 to 1, $Tights2 to 1, $Tights3 to 1, $Tights4 to 1>> <<set $Pantyhose1 to 1, $Pantyhose2 to 1, $Pantyhose3 to 1, $Pantyhose4 to 1, $Pantyhose5 to 1, $Pantyhose6 to 1, $Pantyhose7 to 1, $Pantyhose8 to 1, $Pantyhose9 to 1, $Pantyhose10 to 1>> <<set $Stockings1 to 1, $Stockings2 to 1, $Stockings3 to 1, $Stockings4 to 1, $Stockings5 to 1, $Stockings6 to 1>> <<set $SU1 to 1, $SU2 to 1, $Maid1 to 1>> <<set $Dress1 to 1, $Dress2 to 1, $Dress3 to 1, $Dress4 to 1, $Dress5 to 1, $Dress6 to 1, $Dress7 to 1, $Dress8 to 1>> <<set $PJ to 0, $PJ1 to 1, $PJ2 to 1, $PJ3 to 1, $PJ4 to 1, $PJ5 to 1, $PJ6 to 1>> <<set $Skirt1 to 1, $Skirt2 to 1, $Skirt3 to 1, $Skirt4 to 1, $Skirt5 to 1, $Skirt6 to 1, $Skirt7 to 1, $Skirt8 to 1, $Skirt9 to 1, $Skirt10 to 1, $Skirt11 to 1>> <<set $BlouseM2 to 1, $BlouseMB to 0, $Blouse1 to 1, $Blouse2 to 1, $Blouse3 to 1, $Blouse4 to 1, $Blouse5 to 1, $Blouse6 to 1>> <<set $PantsM2 to 1, $PantsMB to 0, $Pants1 to 1, $Pants2 to 1, $Pants3 to 1, $Pants4 to 1, $Pants5 to 1>> <<set $Shoes1 to 1, $Shoes2 to 1, $Shoes3 to 1, $Shoes4 to 1, $Shoes5 to 1, $Shoes6 to 1, $Shoes5 to 1, $Shoes6 to 1>> <<set $NailPolishRemover to 1, $LightPinkNP to 1, $DarkPinkNP to 1, $RedNP to 1, $PurpleNP to 1, $LightBlueNP to 1, $DarkBlueNP to 1, $DarkGreenNP to 1, $CyanNP to 1, $GrayNP to 1, $BlackNP to 1, $NudeNP to 1>> <<set $Lipstick1 to 1, $Lipstick2 to 1, $Lipstick3 to 1, $Lipstick4 to 1, $Lipstick5 to 1, $Lipstick6 to 1, $Lipstick7 to 1, $Foundation1 to 1, $Concealer1 to 1, $Mascara1 to 1, $Eyeliner1 to 1, $Blush1 to 1, $Blush2 to 1, $Eyeshadow1 to 1, $Eyeshadow2 to 1, $Eyeshadow3 to 1, $Eyeshadow4 to 1, $Eyeshadow5 to 1, $Eyeshadow6 to 1>> <<set $ButtPlug1 to 1, $ButtPlug2 to 1>> <<goto "Settings/Debug">> <</link>>

The movie store has an expansive library for all genres of film. And hopefully $Jen ‘s dream man is here, not at home pirating entertainment. <<if $SD2Movie is 0>>[[SD2 Movie<-Guy checking out horror films][$SD2Movie to 1]] [[SD2 Movie<-Guy checking out action films][$SD2Movie to 2]] [[SD2 Movie<-Guy checking out sci-fi films][$SD2Movie to 3]] [[SD2 Movie<-Guy checking out rom com films][$SD2Movie to 4]] [[Secret Desires 2b<-Return to the mall]]\ <<elseif $SD2Movie is 1>>”What about that guy?” “In the horror aisle? Could work.” You march up to the kind looking fellow. He’s got a good sense of fashion, with a nice bomber jacket contrasting with a black t-shirt showing off his love of the same genre he’s shopping for. “Hey there. Have you got your eye on anything good?” “Well, I was thinking about this. Have you seen it?” He’s sociable enough. “Oh, is that the one with the killer doll? The first two are great, skip the third, and the rest are decent. You got any plans tonight?” “Yeah, me and a few buddies are getting together and having a few beers. I don’t suppose you two…ladies(?) would want to come?” “We’re a bit busy, but we might have a friend who would be interested - in a date with you.” “Oh really?” The man blushes a little. “Well I’d love to meet her. Is tomorrow good?” “Actually…she’s only in town for today.” “Shame, I've already got plans.” “Are you cert…?” $Ash drags you away. “We might have been able to convince him!” “And what do you know about $Jen ‘s current boyfriend? He’d blow her off in an instant. We need someone like that.” [[SD2 Movie<-Guy checking out horror films][$SD2Movie to 1]] [[SD2 Movie<-Guy checking out action films][$SD2Movie to 2]] [[SD2 Movie<-Guy checking out sci-fi films][$SD2Movie to 3]] [[SD2 Movie<-Guy checking out rom com films][$SD2Movie to 4]] [[Secret Desires 2b<-Return to the mall]]\ <<elseif $SD2Movie is 2>>”What about that guy?” “Checking out the action movies? Well he’s masculine, so that’s a start.” Together, you approach him. “Hey, you got any good film recommendations?” “Oh…uh…yeah, I think I saw this one…it got good reviews and was pretty fun.” He goes back to trying to select something for himself. “Nice pick, $name . Next time pick someone who wants to talk." [[SD2 Movie<-Guy checking out horror films][$SD2Movie to 1]] [[SD2 Movie<-Guy checking out action films][$SD2Movie to 2]] [[SD2 Movie<-Guy checking out sci-fi films][$SD2Movie to 3]] [[SD2 Movie<-Guy checking out rom com films][$SD2Movie to 4]] [[Secret Desires 2b<-Return to the mall]]\ <<elseif $SD2Movie is 3>>”What about him?” “Who, the neckbeard in the too small t-shirt who I can smell from here?” “You said you wanted a dick.” You approach the man, and now that $Ash pointed out his scent, it’s impossible to ignore. “Hi, what film are you getting?” She points to the case already in his hand. “Oh, it’s uh…” $Ash grabs it and reads the title. “Space babes 4: extra fertile edition.” The cover actresses have several pairs of boobs each and there’s the stereotypical aliens with big eyes and bigger foreheads standing suggestively behind. “Well, enjoy your film.” She gives the film back to him before you walk away together. “I don’t suppose you have any hand sanitiser, do you? I think he just came at the sight of a woman talking to him and now I feel disgusting.” “Sorry, I’ll try to pick someone better out next time.” “And I’m officially adding “isn’t identifiable by his scent” to the criteria.” [[SD2 Movie<-Guy checking out horror films][$SD2Movie to 1]] [[SD2 Movie<-Guy checking out action films][$SD2Movie to 2]] [[SD2 Movie<-Guy checking out sci-fi films][$SD2Movie to 3]] [[SD2 Movie<-Guy checking out rom com films][$SD2Movie to 4]] [[Secret Desires 2b<-Return to the mall]]\ <<elseif $SD2Movie is 4>>”That guy, checking out the rom coms.” “It’s not a great start, but it’s worth a try.” Approaching the man, you realize he has a tremendous physique, which you can even tell through the fashionable coat he has on. “Hey! Do you have any good romcom suggestions?” “Afraid not. I hate them myself and fall asleep half the time my fiance puts them on.” You're dejected at the revelation of his romantic success, but $Ash doesn’t seem deterred. “Oh really? She’s a lucky man. I doubt she compares to your good looks. In fact, I think I have a friend you might like.” “I’m fine, thank you.” The man returns the film he had in his hand to the shelf before storming out. “You really weren’t going to stop when he said he was engaged?” “People who are engaged cheat all the time.” “You don’t have to encourage it.” $Ash stares at you with a look of complete boredom. “Whatever sissy. He was a bust before that. $Jen would never date a man who would go out of his way to get her something she liked.” [[SD2 Movie<-Guy checking out horror films][$SD2Movie to 1]] [[SD2 Movie<-Guy checking out action films][$SD2Movie to 2]] [[SD2 Movie<-Guy checking out sci-fi films][$SD2Movie to 3]] [[SD2 Movie<-Guy checking out rom com films][$SD2Movie to 4]] [[Secret Desires 2b<-Return to the mall]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Eclipse Clothing event.jpg]] Hopefully, whoever is in a fashion store cares enough about their look so that you can scratch off one part of your criteria immediately. <<if $SD2Clothes is 0>>[[SD2 Clothes<-Guy looking at business suits][$SD2Clothes to 1]] [[SD2 Clothes<-Guy looking at jackets][$SD2Clothes to 2]] [[SD2 Clothes<-Guy looking at skirt][$SD2Clothes to 3]] [[SD2 Clothes<-Guy looking at lingerie][$SD2Clothes to 4]] [[Secret Desires 2b<-Return to the mall]]\ <<elseif $SD2Clothes is 1>>”What about that guy?” You look a little closer at the man, realizing he’s quite a bit older than you first thought - quite a bit older than you, $Ash or $Jen . “Actually, nevermind.” “No, hold on sissy, you might be onto something.” She drags you, with you protesting that he’s too old for $Jen to be into him, but she obstinately marches on. “Hi, these are some nice suits, aren’t they?” “They sure are sweetie. But I don’t think you’ll get much use from them.” “Actually, I was…” “Because if you want to be taken seriously as a woman in the business world, you can’t be such a prude. Get yourself a nice short skirt someone can see your ass hanging out off, then you can sit at my table.” “Right, thanks.” You both eagerly get away from the man before his misogynistic rant continues. “You did say you wanted a dick.” “Let me give an addendum to that statement. A dick that you can talk to for 2 minutes without wanting to slap.” [[SD2 Clothes<-Guy looking at business suits][$SD2Clothes to 1]] [[SD2 Clothes<-Guy looking at jackets][$SD2Clothes to 2]] [[SD2 Clothes<-Guy looking at skirt][$SD2Clothes to 3]] [[SD2 Clothes<-Guy looking at lingerie][$SD2Clothes to 4]] [[Secret Desires 2b<-Return to the mall]]\ <<elseif $SD2Clothes is 2>>”What about that guy?” “The guy in a nice outfit who’s buying more fashionable clothing? I think we’re onto something.” In tandem, you approach him. Up closer, you can see his bulging arms showing off doubtless years of dedication at the gym. “Hi, I love your jacket.” She feigns embarrassment, and actually manages to start blushing. “I’m sorry, you must have people hit on you all the time.” “Haha, you could say that, but I appreciate the compliment. You’re not dressed too badly yourself.” “You know, I was actually thinking, you and my friend would get along so well! I’d love to set you two up on a date.” “Oh really, I’d love to meet him.” “Well, she’s actually…you’re not bisexual, are you?” “Aha, afraid not, sorry to disappoint you.” “Damnit, oh well.” You wave goodbye to the delightful gentleman. “Huh, my gaydar is normally much better.” [[SD2 Clothes<-Guy looking at business suits][$SD2Clothes to 1]] [[SD2 Clothes<-Guy looking at jackets][$SD2Clothes to 2]] [[SD2 Clothes<-Guy looking at skirt][$SD2Clothes to 3]] [[SD2 Clothes<-Guy looking at lingerie][$SD2Clothes to 4]] [[Secret Desires 2b<-Return to the mall]]\ <<elseif $SD2Clothes is 3>>”What about that guy, looking at the skirts?” “Well, he’s pretty good looking. Let’s give it a shot.” You approach the man, who up close, you realize is acting rather fidgety, and is glancing around a lot. “Hey, are you shopping for a girlfriend?” “Uhh…yes! Yes I am!” “Well, I don’t think most women would like this style. If you want to be safe and get her something nice, I'd try something like that.” $Ash points to something on the bottom shelf, trying to make conversation with the guy. “Oh, right, thank you.” The nervous man bends over, and that’s when you and $Ash notice something you would slap yourself at for not realizing earlier. There’s a pink band rising above his jeans, showing off his girly choice of underwear. “What are the chances of that?” $Ash starts walking away and you sheepishly follow. “I mean, two sissies, right next to each other? That has to be good luck or something.” She’s talking deliberately loudly, no doubt trying to embarrass the pair of you. Somewhat funnily to you though, is the thought that he would be much more embarrassed than you are. After all, you passed the “buying a skirt” stage a long time ago. [[SD2 Clothes<-Guy looking at business suits][$SD2Clothes to 1]] [[SD2 Clothes<-Guy looking at jackets][$SD2Clothes to 2]] [[SD2 Clothes<-Guy looking at skirt][$SD2Clothes to 3]] [[SD2 Clothes<-Guy looking at lingerie][$SD2Clothes to 4]] [[Secret Desires 2b<-Return to the mall]]\ <<elseif $SD2Clothes is 4>>”What about that guy, checking out the lingerie?” “At the very least he’s confident, and pretty hot too.” You approach the man, and $Ash whispers to check out his muscles too, as if you hadn’t noticed them already. “Hey there! Looking for something for your girlfriend?” “Yeah. Damn, I hope she wears it though.” “She should. If my man was kind enough to buy me something this nice, I think I’d do just about anything for him.” “Really?” “Really.” “She never responded that way before.” “That’s unbelievable. You know, I have a friend who would love to date a man who was as kind as you were. She’s constantly wanting such sexy things.” “Oh yeah? I don’t suppose she’s around, is she?” $Ash and you look at each other, smiling. “She is actually, and she was really wanting to go out with someone tonight.” $Ash shows the equally eager man a picture of $Jen . “Damn, she is hot. And single you say?” “Yep. Want to meet her?” The man nods. After he pays for the lingerie, you exit as a trio to the main area of the mall. [[Secret Desires 2c<-Continue][$H to $H + 4]]<</if>>

The sex store is much quieter than the rest of the mall and all of its shops, but there’s still enough potential suitors here to choose from. <<if $SD2Sex is 0>>[[SD2 Sex<-The guy looking at the dildos][$SD2Sex to 1]] [[SD2 Sex<-The guy looking at the XXL condoms][$SD2Sex to 2]] [[SD2 Sex<-The guy looking at the bondage gear][$SD2Sex to 3]] [[Secret Desires 2b<-Return to the mall]]\ <<elseif $SD2Sex is 1>>”What about him?” “The guy checking out the plastic cocks? I have my reservations, but alright.” You approach the man. “Hey, looking to spice up your sex life?” “You could say that.” A woman appears from around the corner and stands next to the man. “Oh sweetie, I was just telling these lovely girls about you. My wife says my penis is terribly inadequate, and that the only way I can please her is by using a strapon to fuck her.” “Oh, I promise you girls, it’s the way to go. When he’s not worrying about his orgasms, mine are much better.” “Right, thank you.” You back up from the couple. “A strapon to have sex vaginally? That’s pretty smart. I might have to use that.” “Aren’t you forgetting about something?” “I know, my belt. But after I get free.” You can only hope she forgets about it by then, and that you don’t run into that couple again before they give $Ash any more ideas. [[SD2 Sex<-The guy looking at the dildos][$SD2Sex to 1]] [[SD2 Sex<-The guy looking at the XXL condoms][$SD2Sex to 2]] [[SD2 Sex<-The guy looking at the bondage gear][$SD2Sex to 3]] [[Secret Desires 2b<-Return to the mall]]\ <<elseif $SD2Sex is 2>>”What about him?” “Big Cock McGee over there? Alright.” Together, you approach the man. As you do, it becomes quickly clear that his buying such large condoms isn’t him trying to show off to everyone else in the store, but that they’re a genuine need. You can see the outline of his cock struggling against his pants and you doubt it’s even trying to get hard. The trouser snake extends well below his upper thigh. “Hey. Looking for some fun tonight?” “Sure am, babygirl. I’d love to split you in half. Or are you two a pair only deal? I’m down for that too. There’s so much of me to love that one girl could never manage it.” “Actually, it’s for a friend of ours. She’d love to be “split in half.”" “I’ll pass then, sugar. I don’t swing for anyone who doesn’t have the confidence to ask me themselves. If they can’t do that, then they could never manage this!” He grabs his crotch in a move several levels above suggestively. $Ash and you leave the man alone. “He at least had confidence. Too much of it, if anything.” [[SD2 Sex<-The guy looking at the dildos][$SD2Sex to 1]] [[SD2 Sex<-The guy looking at the XXL condoms][$SD2Sex to 2]] [[SD2 Sex<-The guy looking at the bondage gear][$SD2Sex to 3]] [[Secret Desires 2b<-Return to the mall]]\ <<elseif $SD2Sex is 3>>”What about that guy?” “With the bondage gear falling out of his hands? Alright.” The pair of you step towards the guy, who is shameless in the amount of kinky stuff he’s buying. “Hey. Are you a big fan of bondage?” “Are you kidding? I live for it.” “You remind me a lot of our friend $Jen , she’s the same as you.” “Oh really?” The man’s interest has obviously peaked. Unsurprisingly for a man who could probably make use of a basket for his purchase of cuffs, collars and restraints, he doesn’t have a lot of subtlety. “She’s a massive bondage fan. As long as you talk her into bed first.” “Oh.” The light switch has been thoroughly turned off. “Do you have an issue with that?” “I don’t really care for the sex part of bondage. I just love being tied up and tying up - the sex just gets in the way and distracts.” You depart after his rejection. Besides your shared lack of knowledge over if $Jen is actually into bondage, his disapproval of sex is sure to irk her long before you have a chance to take those tickets from her. [[SD2 Sex<-The guy looking at the dildos][$SD2Sex to 1]] [[SD2 Sex<-The guy looking at the XXL condoms][$SD2Sex to 2]] [[SD2 Sex<-The guy looking at the bondage gear][$SD2Sex to 3]] [[Secret Desires 2b<-Return to the mall]]<</if>>

“So when do I get to meet this babe?” The sexy man inquires, and you now realize $Ash never covered this part of the plan with you, so you hope she actually thought this far ahead. “Right now, come on.” She leads you both to the food court, which is as hectic as Saturdays usually are here. You manage to get a table together despite how packed it is, and $Ash begins to go about making sure this thing goes smoothly. [img[Images/Food court.jpg]] “Before you meet her though, there’s a couple of things you should know. She just got out of a rough relationship. She’ll say she’s in one, but that’s just her keeping her guard up, so don’t let it deter you. You just have to keep showing her your charm and she’ll be as good as yours.” Whilst $Ash ‘s lies convince the man, you’re too busy studying her. As she’s spreading her deceit, she’s not looking at your sexy companion, nor you. Her eyes are locked somewhere else…or at someone else. Following her gaze, you turn your head to see her staring directly at $Jen . She’s on the other side of the court, oblivious to any of you, and she’s with a man, presumably her boyfriend. But then, that man gets up, without taking any of his things with him. “Now, let's get you two love birds hooked up. There she is.” She points towards $Jen , who is now alone, at least for the time being. “Awesome, thank you. She’ll be in this by midnight.” He picks up the bag of lingerie before starting to leave. “By the way, she likes having sex at the guys house, so make sure to take her there.” “Oh, okay. Thanks again!” He gets up and approaches $Jen . “Now what’s your plan for when her boyfriend comes back?” “He doesn’t.” She gets up and you follow her, struggling to match her pace as she speedwalks across the huge mall, chasing down $Jen ‘s boyfriend. Eventually, you arrive at the place you saw him enter: the men’s toilets, not like either of you could walk in without all eyes being on you. You stand next to the entrance to the facilities, with $Ash behind you. [img[Images/Toilets.jpg]]\ “So” your words are painfully spread apart whilst you recover your breath from the moderate exercise “what now?” “Now, I push you into him.” “Wha…” [[Secret Desires 2d<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

The falling stops surprisingly gently, and you look down to see the cushiony body that broke your stumble from becoming even worse. The same man who was with $Jen lies beneath you, clutching his body. $Ash scrambles to the floor, and then tries to help you up. “You’re such a klutz! I’m so sorry!” She takes your hand and makes you run off with her around a corner, out of his sight. “Can you warn me a bit more next time?” “No.” She’s too busy on her phone to properly tell you to shut up, but what could be so important that she’s messaging someone right now? “And…done.” “Done what?” She leaves the mall in the opposite direction, and she incredibly throws her phone in a trash can on the way out. “What was that for? “That was his phone, idiot.” “You stole his phone?” “We’re going to be doing much worse tonight, sissy.” “Yeah, for the tickets. I don’t understand why you needed to push me and why you had to steal his phone.” “I pushed you so I could steal his phone, but we couldn’t linger there because he knows me, so that’s why we had to run away. I sent $Jen a message on his phone saying “Met some friends and I’m hanging out with them.” She’ll get it and leave in a few minutes out of anger, with our hand picked stud.” “And if her boyfriend returns before that?” “He won’t. He’ll realize his phone is missing and search for it where you fell into him and inside the toilets. By the time he’s given up, she will have definitely left.” [[Secret Desires 2e<-Continue][$H to 22]]

[img[Images/Jen house.jpg]] “Next time we go out like this, I’m bringing your gag.” It’s been several hours since you ensured $Jen would be out the night, and you and $Ash have been camping close to $Jen ‘s house waiting for the time to be right, primarily in terms of the day leaving in place of the night. Since you got here though, you’ve annoyed the mastermind behind this plan with constant questions, like “can we not go back home to get blankets?” and “are our chastity devices really that bad?” Her responses quickly soured from encouragement to requests, and then demands, for you to shut up. When the main source of light is $Ash ‘s phone, and that reads “10pm” , she decides it’s time to start the next step of the plan. “So, how do you plan on getting in?” “Believe it or not, that’s actually the easy part. $Jen ‘s sister would keep a spare key in one of their fancy potted plants in case she ever forgot hers. I don’t think she ever did, and I don't think they ever moved it. Come on!” She helps you in scaling the wall, and you quickly understand why $Ash decided on this rare occasion to wear pants. Once you’re over the spiked poles, you scurry across the lawn before any pesky neighbors have a chance to spot you, even though houses in this higher end part of the city tend to have more privacy than most. $Ash leads you to the rear of the fancy house, which always did border on being a mansion, and sighs in relief when the vase is still there like she described. “Great. Now, you fish for the key.” “Why me?” “Because I need to keep an eye out for the dog.” “THEY HAVE A DOG!?” “No, just shut up and start digging.” “You really scared me.” You resign and do as you’re told. “See how it doesn’t seem so bad after that little fright?” After a frustrating and disgusting handful of minutes and dirt, you finally found something out of place: the key. “I think I have it.” You pull it out into the little light available at this time of night to confirm your hopes. “Give it to me, and make sure you put all that dirt back and make it look natural.” After doing as she asks, you return to the front side of the house. $Ash and you look at each other, both of you internally understanding how much relied on this, as she slides the key into what is hopefully its hole. Fortunately, it slides in smoothly, and the door swings open after a gentle push. You scurry inside and close it behind you. [[Secret Desires 2f<-Continue]]

The house is just as you remember it from before, only much darker, which you tried to correct, but $Ash swatted your hand away from the light switch. Despite that blunder, you really don’t want to be here. If you were caught, it’s not exactly like you could say $Ash coerced you into it and not expect the police to laugh at you, especially when they checked inside your panties. Thwarting your attempts to get this over quickly is $Ash , who slowly walks up the stairs and calmly into $Jen ‘s room, with you left trailing behind her. “Alright, if she has them, they’ll be somewhere in here. You check in this room, I’ll search her closet.” Almost subconsciously, your mind and hands race to her bedside drawers. Inside, predictably, isnothing but her panties, socks, bras and hosiery. Perhaps in some deep, deep part of your mind, you feel as though looking at a woman’s panties is a chance to gain some power over her - as though seeing and feeling her intimates gives you some knowledge of the woman herself. Or maybe you’re just a pervert. Probably that. Of course, there are no tickets in the drawers, and so you stop looking there, but you do have to hold yourself back from taking a souvenir. The drawers and shelves on her vanity table are just as lacking in tickets, and the same can be said of the rest of her bookshelves, and beneath her bed. The last place for you to search is the desk, which upon a second thought, would probably have been a great place to start. There’s no diary or any interesting books on it, only some textbooks and a computer. A quick press of the power button confirms what you already knew, and you know trying to guess her password would not be worth the time. You check the built in drawers for the tickets. There’s some more dull textbooks, miscellaneous school papers, pens, pencils, rulers and other such stationery, a pair of earphones, and beneath the collective mess: a pair of tickets that a quick reading of proves to be what you’re searching for. Relieved to finally be able to leave, you go to fetch $Ash , so you head inside the large walk-in closet, to see a slightly annoying, if cute sight. “What? Do you know how much these cost?” [img[Images/Pink heels.jpg]] Whilst you were busy productively searching, $Ash was evidently busy strutting up and down in $Jen ‘s extensive collection of high heels, and the pink pair she currently has on seem to have caught her eye the most. “I found the tickets.” “Awesome!” Still with the sandal toe heels on, she prances over to take them. “Ticket for entry to Secret Desire’s annual Sex Toy Celebration, 313 Madison Avenue. Great work. But more importantly, how many pairs of high heels can you carry?” “You’re planning on stealing even more from her?” “Well, yeah. These aren’t just shoes $name , they’re Catwalk!” “Don’t you already have eno…” “Shhh! Did you hear that?” You and $Ash stand completely still, hoping to somehow boost your hearing by not using your other senses. Even though you heard nothing yourself, you understand what $Ash believes she made out. Slowly and cautiously, you leave the closet, and marginally open the door to $Jen ‘s room, looking out through the slither of access you dare risk. [[Secret Desires 2g<-...][$H to $H + 1]]

There’s a pair of police officers in the hallway. One of them is half heartedly looking around, whilst the other is interfering with a white box on the wall of the entrance. “We’re in the house now, and there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong. Recommending we stop searching and return?” The one looking around holds his shoulder piece closer to his ear whilst awaiting a response. You and $Ash nervously observe, head on top of head like a cartoon. “We didn’t hear any alarm. Why are they here?” $Ash and you are whispering on a new level now, which might come in handy at Farrix, if you don’t end up behind bars by the end of the night. “Maybe it was silent.” “Silent alarms? That completely takes the fun out of burglary.” There’s a slight crackle from the communicative officer’s piece. “Copy that.” “We heading back?” The one fiddling with the alarm finally turns around, presumably he thinks it's a waste of time too. “Nah. The guy here is a big wig, they want the whole house sweeped.” “Ugh, I hate those guys.” “Tell me about it. Are you at least gonna help me this time?” “Why? You need help catching a squirrel?” The officer strides over to the porch, and takes out a lighter and cigarette from his pocket, lighting it up before puffing on it. “Whatever. Dick.” The other officers sighs and begins searching downstairs. “Shit. They’re gonna come up here. What do we do?” “Don’t worry, I doubt he’s checking every single cupboard. We can just hide in one of her closets.” That hope vanishes as quickly as it came, as you both hear the sound of small doors being opened and then shut. You and $Ash look at each other, and she silently shuts the door to your entrapment. “Oh shit, $Ash , we’re screwed, we’re so screwed. I told you we didn’t need this bad out of the chastity devices, but you wouldn’t listen. Look at me, I’ve not been in it that long and I don’t even complain that much anymore! You couldn’t even last two weeks. And Miss $Gray isn’t even that bad of a Mistress. Sure, she’s strict but she means well, and that means something and…” $Ash is about to slap you, but she’s weary of the noise it would make, so she settles for pinching your arm. “Stop panicking, we can get out of this. Come on.” She wanders over to the window in $Jen ‘s room, opening it and looking outside. You sheepishly follow, looking for any escape from the situation, even though her ideas got you into this mess. “Okay, that’s not too bad. I’ve just got to get out of these first.” She kneels down, replacing her stolen heels with her (hopefully) legally bought shoes. Despite the situation though, she still holds the pair of pink shoes intimately close to her. <<if $Home is 3>>”Okay, I think there’s only way we can do this. I’m going to lower you down and then drop you. Then I’m gonna hang from the window, and you’re going to have to catch me.” “Do you really think that will work?” “It’s the best shot we have. Now come on, climb over the wall.” She encourages you and you follow suit, lifting one leg and then the other over the wall, using your hands on the frame for balance. “Great, just don’t look down and you’ll be fine.” “Why can’t I look do…” you immediately understand why after you make that mistake. “No $Ash , I can’t do this! We’re so high up, I’ll break something, everything - my ankles, my legs , my hips…” “Shut up you stupid sissy, otherwise I’ll break them anyway. Grab my hands, and I’ll lower you as far as you can go.” Quivering in the terror of the moment, you remove your hands from the window frame and form a death grip on $Ash ‘s own palms, which are surprisingly absent of moisture. She gives you a final look of inspiration, before you do what you need to do. The fall is a quick one, and your feet catch you before you land on your ass. Nothing is broken, not even strained. $Ash is looking at you, smiling as your expression turns upwards. Now it’s your turn to encourage her. [[Secret Desires 2ha<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4>>”Okay, I think there’s only one way we can do this. You need to lower me down out the window, and then you need to jump downwards and I’ll catch you.” “Do you really think that will work?” “It’s the best shot we have. Now come on, give me your hand for balance.” $Ash climbs over the window frame, with one of her hands in yours, and the other still closely clenching her shoes. “Great, now lower me.” You support all of her weight as her body lowers an extra foot or two, until you’re leaning over the frame and worried you’ll stumble out. Suddenly, there’s a terrifying creak of a door opening. There’s a gasp of shock, followed by a stern demand. “Freeze! Put your hands up!” You’re paralyzed, in a stunned silence that you’ve actually been caught, undoubtedly going to jail for years, where you’ll be the plaything of men. “I really didn’t think it would end this way sissy, but I always was planning on getting revenge for you ratting me out to $Gray . Consider my abandoning you revenge.” $Ash drops down, stumbles to her feet after the ungracious fall, and scurries away, heels in her hand and leaving you behind. [[Secret Desires 2hb<-...]]<</if>>

Out of his sight though, $name is left confused at what’s going on. $Ash turns away from the window, but she backs up into it. “Freeze! Drop what’s in your hands and put them in the air!” The police officer has her cornered. “Well, which one is it?” She giggles slightly, but she’s also trying to hide her face with her arms and the heels. “I’m not gonna warn you again!” $Ash exhales, clearly upset. “Dammit. I really liked these heels.” The expensive pair of shoes sail out of $Ash ‘s hands, soar through the air, and land square in the police officer’s face. “Ah fuck, my eye!” The next thing $name sees is $Ash falling backwards out of the window, and were it not for you dashing forward and catching her before her head collided with the ground, she wouldn’t just have something broken. “You saved me $name . Now come on, quickly!” After she scrambles back to her own feet, she takes your hand and you run off into the distance, hearing the faint yelling of the officer out of the window, no doubt demanding you return, but the adrenaline is going too quickly and it’s impossible to hear anything over your heartbeat. You scale the perimeter fence, and run through as many shortcuts and alleys as you can until you end up in a completely unfamiliar part of the city, but almost certainly having lost the trailing cops. “I…I…I’m really thankful you saved me $name .” You’re both out of breath from the sprinting, so your sentences are punctuated with heavy gasps for air. “Yeah…well I…can we just not…you know…break into a house again?” “What about…if we ever do again…we make sure they don’t have an alarm.” “I suppose that’s…the best I’m going to get.” $Ash leads you back in the direction of home. Neither of you talk much. Even she has to be trying to recover from what almost was a disaster. “Well, at least we got what we came for.” Her hands proudly hoist the tickets into the air. “Right, the tickets. When’s that sex toy event?” She studies the tickets closely, trying to make out the writing in the darkness. “Huh…looks like our fun continues. It’s next Saturday.” “Great. If we don’t escape these devices after all this, I’m gonna be upset.” [[Secret Desires 2ia<-Continue]]

The officer gets a hold of you whilst your hands are up and you’re turned away. He immediately puts handcuffs on one and then attaches them to the other, but you’re too distraught that $Ash would actually abandon you to properly understand what’s going on. You think the police officer is talking, but you can’t hear him over the thoughts of your mind running wild. The wave of his hand in front of your face slowly draws you out of your head. “You made a mistake trying to steal from these folks.” With your hands locked behind your back, he leads you with his own hand just above your elbow, and guides you out of the room and into the foyer. “So you ready to leave?” The second officer who was too lazy to help his partner turns around from smoking his cigarette to see that his colleague actually caught someone. “Damn, she doesn’t look dressed to rob. Are you sure she doesn’t live here?” “I don’t think house owners make a habit of trying to escape out of their windows.” It seems he never saw $Ash running away. [img[Images/Police car.jpg]] “Well nice catch then.” He stomps out his cigarette, and strides over to their car, encouraging you and the other officer to follow. He opens the rear car door for you and navigates your head inside. They’re talking about something outside that you can’t make out. In the foliage past the perimeter fence, you think you see a face watching you. It’s a long time before they get in their car and drive to the station, but that never actually happens, since the arrival of a second vehicle proceeding up the driveway draws yours, and the arresting officers' attention. But it can’t be $Jen ‘s parents, $Ash said they were never in, though anything she said is now suspect to you, and surely it can’t be $Jen herself. Your plan was to make sure of that. [[Secret Desires 2ib<-Continue]]

When you return to the warm safety of your house, the adrenaline has worn off, and fatigue has set in. $Ash sets the tickets down upon her desk. The two of you stand and stare at each other in silence. There’s a certain intimacy formed by doing illegal activities together that your relationship of dominance and submission had simply been lacking. Her hand meets yours, and she pulls you onto the bed. Evidently, $Ash is a lot more sexually strained by chastity than you are. For a length of time that’s hard to understand, you passionately make out like you’ve never done before, and certainly haven’t even come close to doing in a long time. You’re doing as much as your sexually restrained bodies allow without the use of toys, which neither of you have the strength to acquire. You fall asleep without undressing, still cradling each other. [[Room 3/4<-Continue][$H to 9, $AshR to $AshR + 2]] <<set $SleepProcess to 1>>\ <<set $H to 2>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<if $C5 lte 0>><<set $S to $S + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Bed2 is 1>><<set $S to $S - 1>><</if>>\ <<set $Day to $Day + 1, $Day3 to $Day3 + 1>>\ <<if $Day3 is 8>><<set $Day3 to 1>><</if>>\

The car gets closer into view, and it immediately shows itself to be expensive, not only from the brand that you spot between the headlights, but also from the style of the car itself. The engine turns off and there’s a slamming of a car door. But with the bright headlights beaming at you, it’s impossible to make out who it is. The person talks with the cops for a while, before they all meander next to your window. The mysterious guest leans over to identify you. There’s a look of recognition that’s on both of your faces, but his ends with a smile, yours with a terrified expression. It’s $Jen ‘s boyfriend. The men talk about who knows what for a while longer, before they finally shake hands. That’s when the more active police officer opens the door locking you in the car, and removes you from inside. “Well, it seems there was quite the misunderstanding here tonight. Fortunately, your friend here was able to clarify the issue.” He releases you from your handcuffs. “Next time you might want to try explaining yourself before you get arrested.” The troublesome cops drive away, leaving you alone with your savior. Neither of you say anything. “So…I guess I’ll just be leaving now…” your exit is quickly cut off when he forcibly takes hold of your wrist in a manner far more terrifying than the handcuffs ever where. “Not so fast. I managed to convince the cops you were one of my girlfriends’ friends, but I have no idea who you are. All I know is you fell into me and then my phone was missing, and my girlfriend had left me at the mall. So you have some explaining to do.” He leads you inside, through the front door that the cops had remarkably forgotten to lock, or even close. And now that you think about it, what could this man have told them to have let you go? Even if he said you knew each other, why would they let you stay on the property? “So, why don’t you tell me what’s going on here? I’m assuming you’re a friend of $Jen ‘s from Farrix, right?” Your anxious silence doesn’t give him the answer he wants. “Or if you don’t know her, I can simply call those cops back here and tell them I was mistaken.” “Wait! No, I do know her, she’s a friend.” “So how come you ended up here, alone? Were you and $Jen hanging out after she abandoned me or something?” “No I…uh…she forgot her homework! So I brought it round but she wasn’t in.” “Huh. So she really isn’t here?” He pauses to think for a while. A devious grin forms across his face. “Well, I think you owe me quite a bit, don’t you? You stole my phone, and then I stopped you from being arrested. And I know the perfect way for you to show your appreciation.” He demands with a booming voice that you follow him upstairs, where he leads you right back into $Jen ‘s room. “$Jen doesn’t put out nearly as much as I’d like her to.” He unzips his pants tauntingly. “So I think you should start there.” //Shit. If he sees my chastity cage I’m screwed. $Jen has probably told him about me, so if he knows about my penis, he’ll connect the dots and tell her!// “Straight to sex? Don’t you want me to warm you up a bit first?” “Oh, you ARE a slut. Alright then bitch, come over here and pleasure me.” He lays down on the bed as his cock is stretching upwards towards the sky, and it now feels like the police weren’t so bad after all. [[Secret Desires 2jb<-Continue]]

<<set $SuckS to $SuckS + 1, $CumS to $CumS + 1, $HandS to $HandS + 1>>\ It’s hard to sexily strut when you’re so nervous, but you do your best as you approach the man and his cock. And unlike yours, according to all the women in your life, this IS a cock. You kneel in front of it on the bed and look down. It’s pointing straight at you. Looking for instructions on what to do, you use all those years of watching porn to your advantage. With one hand, you grab the dick. Even at the base, your hand barely covers half the thing, and you start to understand why $Jen might put up with him. You begin to jerk him, slowly up and then even slower down. But your teasing attitude evidently isn’t doing much for him. “Stop being such a tease, get your lips around it!” You gulp, both out of terror, and to try to lubricate your mouth a bit better, which is rather desiccated after a day of frights. A long line of drool slips out of your mouth like a faucet on the lowest setting, and it meets his cock, lubricating first the tip, and then the rest of the dick from the top downwards. After spending a few seconds massaging it around, you lean over and wrap your lips around it. Suddenly, you're rather thankful for $Ash training you to suck cock. [img[Images/P - Jen bf 1.jpg]] Despite your efforts of lubrication, it’s still a dry meal. Whilst sucking on the tip, you try to drool more. Curiously, it seems like mouths naturally salivate more around genitals, you figure, since it surely can’t be that you're actually attracted to it. Once it’s slightly more palatable, you begin to go deeper down on his cock. Your lips are wrapped around it doing most of the work, while your tongue works to massage the underside of his cock. And you can actually imagine that your hot breath on his member adds to the experience significantly for him, which helps you understand why blowjob videos have the guy looking out of this world in orgasmic pleasure. [img[Images/P - Jen bf 2.jpg]] “Oh yeah, you’re good. I’m ready for the real thing. Give me that wet pussy!” Looking up, in what is likely an unsexy ahegao face, you can see he does look out of this world. His eyes are slammed shut and you can’t imagine any thoughts going through his mind. From this position, you might be able to make a run out the front door. But it’s too risky. Like $Ash said, he is muscular, so he would probably chase you down. And if $Jen was invited to the Sex Toy Celebration, then there’s probably all kinds of things around he could use to make sure you stuck around. Even so, you can’t give him the real thing because you don’t have the real thing. That’s when all your time watching porn comes in handy again. You can tell from his body that he’s close to cumming, because you’ve been in that position too. And though he tries to stop himself, as you keep blowing him, it’s inevitable that he’s going to burst. “You can st…..stop now.” But you don’t. You keep sucking his hard cock until he’s just about to cum, and he doesn’t have the willpower to tell you to stop anymore. You keep going and going until the tip is about to explode, then you remove your mouth from his nearly squirting cock and finish him off with your hands. He yells in pleasure whilst you vigorously jerk him off, and he does explode and squirt and cum, but you’d forgotten to move your face, so the semen barely shoots out of his scepter for a second before it’s struck out of the air by your face, which catches the entire load, coating your cheeks, forehead, nose and even your hair. A small droplet lands just above your mouth, but it dribbles down onto your lips. Hopefully by giving him a pleasurable orgasm, he won’t care for round 2. He recovers from the orgasm. [[Secret Desires 2Kb<-Continue]]

<<set $I to $I - 150>><<if $I lt 150>><<set $I to 0>><</if>>\ Those hopes are quickly dispelled. After wiping off his cock from the spit and precum and the few droplets of cum that didn’t stick on your face and fell back onto it against your cheek, he gets up. “You dumb slut. Didn’t you want this hard cock inside of you?” He grunts and stretches a bit while pacing up and down, before looking at you. He then swipes a handful of notes from you. “That’s for whatever you did to my phone, whore. I’ll be back in a minute for round 2.” He goes to leave, presumably to the bathroom, whilst you joke to yourself that if anything, you were a reverse whore, and that somewhat distracts you from what you had to do. But he never makes it to the bathroom. As he opens the bedroom door, you hear the loud smashing of ceramic, and you look towards the noise to see $Ash standing over $Jen ‘s boyfriend. There’s a shattered vase in pieces on the floor. “$Ash !” You dash towards her, hugging her once you do reach your abandoner turned savior. “I knew you wouldn't leave me.” “Yeah, whatever, let’s just go.” The man is still laying on the floor. He’s moving, so you don’t want to risk stirring him by taking back your money. You and $Ash swiftly leave out the front door. Evidently, him not locking it, just like the police, came back to haunt him. You leave after scaling the fence, and then take a slow walk home. “Thank you for coming back.” “Well, I’m still angry about you going through my diary, but I figure I can get revenge in a way which doesn’t end up without me having my sissy helping me around the house, and with escaping chastity.” Though she’s phrasing it pragmatically, you’re not sure those are the only reasons. “Those were some good moves back there. You’re pretty good and giving head.” “You were there for all that!?” “Not all of it, just the end.” “You could have intervened.” “Haha, I know. But he might have seen me coming with my large vase. Besides, that way I wouldn’t have gotten to see you like this.” She waves at your face. In all the commotion, you’d forgotten about the cum decorating it. Feeling it, you notice it hasn’t quite dried yet. “You look good. Cum suits you.” “Thanks…I think.” “You’re welcome.” “Do you think he’ll tell her?” “Probably not. He’s going to be too embarrassed and confused. He’ll probably clean up the mess of that ceramic and $Jen won’t ever notice it disappeared. These, though? I’m not so sure.” Her hands proudly hoist the tickets into the air. “Right, the tickets. When’s that sex toy event?” She studies the tickets closely, trying to make out the writing in the darkness. “Huh…looks like the adventures continue. It’s next Saturday.” “Great. Hopefully there isn’t an alarm we have to worry about there.” [[Secret Desires 2lb<-Continue]]

When you return to the warm safety of your house, the adrenaline has worn off, and fatigue has set in. $Ash sets her new heels down on the floor and the tickets on her desk. Neither of you have the strength for conversation. She doesn’t tell you to put on your sleep uniform, and you don’t remind her about it. Without undressing, or even getting under the covers, both of you lay silently on the bed. The activities of the past day have caught up to you, and you quickly fall asleep. [[Room 3/4<-Continue][$H to 9]] <<set $SleepProcess to 1>>\ <<set $H to 2>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<if $C5 lte 0>><<set $S to $S + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Bed2 is 1>><<set $S to $S - 1>><</if>>\ <<set $Day to $Day + 1, $Day3 to $Day3 + 1>>\ <<if $Day3 is 8>><<set $Day3 to 1>><</if>>\

<<set $SD to 4>>\ <<set $W15A1 to 1>>\ [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] “Okay, we have the tickets, now we can get into the event.” “Great. What do you think it’ll be like?” “I don’t think it will be too fancy. It’s a massive warehouse, and they don’t want to attract too much attention. But other than that, I’m not sure. It’s probably some sort of showcase for all of that company’s products.” “So we just need to find whoever can tell us more about these chastity devices then.” “Right.” “So if all goes well, we should be able to get out of these things by tonight?” “Yes, hopefully.” So with your plan hopefully in its last stages, you set off for 313 Madison Avenue. It’s in a shady part of the city, $Ash tells you, full of other derelict buildings seldom used for anything legal. Unlike when you were waiting to steal the tickets from $Jen , you can’t think of little to say as you make your way to the Sex Toy Celebration - you’re filled with far too much excitement. If $Ash is similarly eager to be out, she isn’t showing it. It’s a long journey to the location, but she insists you walk. [[Secret Desires 3b<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

[img[Images/Warehouse 1.jpg]] This area of the city is just as $Ash promised. It’s a labyrinth of concrete, brick and steel. None of the factories around seem to be used for their original purpose, hinted at by the wood on their gigantic over the door signs being battered from the weather without any replacement. The gigantic holes in the large buildings no doubt once held windows, but it’s hard to see the glass still in place after thugs undoubtedly tossed the bricks from the few structures people had demolished into them for games. There’s graffiti on so many of the brick and mortar buildings that graffiti artists are having to write over one another. Some have even started painting the road. [img[Images/Truck.jpg]] Around the warehouse, there’s very little foot traffic. There are some people exiting blacked out SUVs and heading in the same direction as you. Those going in the opposite direction aren’t the type of people you want to talk to. It quickly becomes clear without you needing to check addresses which one 313 is. There are a lot more parked cars here, and even some trucks by the side of the building, with people still unpacking. Rather than using a vehicle door as a main entrance, there’s a human sized one, including a large human acting as a guard. $Ash holds the tickets in her hand as you approach. She hands them silently to the man, who slowly grabs them while suspiciously eyeing the two of you. After a swift inspection of them, he hands them back. “So, can we go in?” “I don’t think so.” “Why not?” “Somebody didn’t receive the memo about the dress code, did they?” $Ash sighs at the man. “No, I must have overlooked that email. What exactly is allowed?” “Something a little more interesting than what you’re wearing.” “Which is?” “Suits, fancy dresses. But plenty of people just skip the appearances and wear what they do in the bedroom.” “Right, okay.” $Ash and you slowly walk away. With how she isn’t immediately cursing the world, you figure you shouldn’t give up quite yet yourself. “What now?” “I’m not…wait! That’s it!” She runs to the side of the huge warehouse, double checking one of the trucks. “Look, the sign!” The graphic on the side shows off men and women in compromising or dominant outfits. There’s maid outfits, catsuits, gimpsuits, lingerie, and, well, some things even you haven’t seen before. “Come on sissy, we can still make this work.” She dashes into the adjacent building, where she begins stripping, and demands you do the same. [[Secret Desires 3c<-Continue][$CK to [0, 0, 0], $CL to [0, 0, 0], $GarterUn to 1]]

<<set $SD3Outfit to 0>>\ [img[Images/Warehouse 2.jpg]] You obediently do as you’re told. At the very least, she’s not telling you to do something she wouldn’t do herself. She slips out of her skirt and blouse until she’s just wearing her bra and panties, so you follow suit. She also demands you leave your hosiery behind, in case it doesn’t go with whatever outfit you find. Your shoes are also left in the building, where you hope they will remain until you can collect them later. So, you and $Ash scurry mostly naked in broad daylight to the side entrance of the warehouse, where workers are lugging crates inside from the several parked trucks. You crouch down in front of the hood of one of them, looking underneath the body and to the side to spy on the men hauling. After a silent look, you follow $Ash as she slides around the corner of the truck to the long side, out of view of the large side entrance. You keep creeping slowly along the concrete ground until you’re at the corner to the rear access to the truck. $Ash peeks out above the loading ramp, just as two pairs of heavy boots stomp down it, and go inside the building. Another exchange between you and $Ash tells you that it’s safe enough to head inside the vehicle. They’ve still got a lot of unloading to do, evidently. There’s a maze of crates stacked to well above your head, hopefully giving you enough cover to pick out something nice and leave. “You search there at the back, I’ll check over here.” Scamparing over to the back, you’re happy $Ash told you to take this position. If the men do come back, they’ll see her first. You pry open the crates and peek inside. All the outfits have another layer of wrapping inside a plastic bag, making it hard to see what the apparel is, and if it’s a size that will fit you. But after looking through enough crates, you have an idea of what outfits you have to pick from. There’s a… “Hey! Get out of there!” You instinctively duck, and through the thin vertical gap created by the space between boxes, see the two men have returned, and are yelling at $Ash, who runs out the truck and back the way you came. “Jeez. When did this thing become so popular?” “Who knows. Did Jerry tell you about that young woman trying to suck her way into a ticket?” “No. What’d he do?” “Well, he gave her a ticket.” The voices fade away as they go back into the facility with a pair of new crates. You think $Ash managed to sneak out with something, so you only need to pick up something for you. [[Secret Desires 3d<-Take the maid outfit][$SD3Outfit to 1]] [[Secret Desires 3d<-Take the bunny outfit][$SD3Outfit to 2]] [[Secret Desires 3d<-Take the collar and leash][$SD3Outfit to 3]]

<<if $SD3Outfit is 1>><<set $GarterA to 1, $CL[2] to 45, $Stockings5 to 1, $CK[2] to 5, $ShoeE to 1, $CK[0] to 3, $CL[0] to 4, $Bra4 to 1, $CL[1] to 4, $Panties4 to 1>>You steal the maid outfit after the staff remove another two crates, and return to $Ash , who has already changed into her outfit.\ <<elseif $SD3Outfit is 2>><<set $CK[0] to 67, $CK[2] to 5, $CL[0] to 3, $Bra3 to 1, $CL[1] to 3, $Panties3 to 1, $CL[2] to 21, $Pantyhose1 to 1>>You steal the bunny outfit after the staff remove another two crates, and return to $Ash , who has already changed into her outfit.\ <<elseif $SD3Outfit is 3>>You steal the collar and leash after the staff remove another two crates, and return to $Ash , who has already changed into her own outfit.<</if>> She looks stunning in a black latex catsuit which looks like it was a nightmare to put on, but the effort was worth it in your eyes. It really brings out her dominant side. Naturally, she saw the opportunity to gain another pair of heels, and she took it, but they at least match her outfit. “You can close your mouth now. What did you take?” <<if $SD3Outfit is 1>>Eager to put something on over your underwear, you answer with your body, quickly putting on the maid outfit. It’s just like any other outfit like it: it’s black with white frills and lining, and is suitably short. There’s a pair of fishnet stockings that came with it, and its tops are clearly visible beneath the tiny skirt, as well as a matching garter belt. Just like $Ash ‘s taking, you have a complementary pair of black heels with your robbery. “A maid outfit? Pretty cute, $name . Come one!”\ <<elseif $SD3Outfit is 2>>Eager to put something on over your underwear, you answer with your body, quickly putting on the bunny outfit. Well, “outfit” rather glorifies what is pretty much just a leotard. After slipping on the sheer black pantyhose, you step into the black bodysuit, which has an adorable white spot of fluff on your rear. With it also came a hair piece, with an inordinate pair of fake bunny ears attached, as well as an eyeliner pencil for drawing on some whiskers. Just like $Ash ‘s taking, you have a complementary pair of black heels with your robbery. “A bunny look? Adorable $name !” She gives your very exposed ass a taunting slap. “Come on!”\ <<elseif $SD3Outfit is 3>>You’d love to put on something right now, but all you have to show for your thievery is a pink leash and a collar. Whatever possessed you to take it has gone, and you’re now very much regretting not getting something that covered you a little more than the glorified choker will. “That actually works. Strip down further, and we’ll see how it looks.” It's not much worse than how you were dressed already, so you do remove the rest of your underwear. At the moment, all you’re wearing is your unremovable chastity cage. $Ash strides over and decides to put the collar on you herself . The intimate task involves her looking straight into your eyes menacingly as she locks it on. “Adorable. Come on sissy.”<</if>> [[Secret Desires 3e<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $H to $H + 1>>\ The security guard gives you the same look of suspicion as you return following your costume change, but he takes the tickets out of $Ash ‘s hands without taking a second glance at them. He begrudgingly smiles as he opens the door for you two. [img[Images/Warehouse 3.jpg]] Inside the warehouse, it’s nothing like you expected it to be. The bizarre visage almost resembles a bazaar. There are stalls as far as the eye can see with people in lavish suits showing products to the customers. You begin to walk around. All the makeshift shops have both a person trying to shift their merchandise, and a person dressed very submissively, demonstrating its usage. It ranges from the very benign women in lingerie with a gag shoved in their mouth, to the much more intricate bondage kits, with people left suspended helplessly from a collection of ropes. $Ash looks at you, amazed. Together, you approach one of the stalls. “Hello there, young ladies! Interested in our range of squirting sex toys?” “Certainly. What can you tell us about them?” “Think about any dildo you’ve ever used. They were probably nice, lovey even, especially if you bought it from us, but it probably also felt pretty…impersonal, right? You get a very one dimensional form of pleasure from a fake penis being thrusted inside of you over and over again, and in the end, you cum. But doesn’t being cum inside of, or onto, have its charm? Isn’t it one of the reasons you crave sex in the first place - to feel the satisfaction of cum shooting against your skin? Well, with this squirting dildo, you can have that! Simply load it with up to 150ml of your desired liquid, and you can squirt it whenever you want. Or, with our more luxurious models, it can sense when you’re cumming, and squirt automatically when your orgasm arrives.” “Wow, that is pretty incredible.” “So, you’re interested? What model would you like a closer look at?” “Well how about…” $Ash looks at you, and remembers your agreed upon priority “actually, I might come back later after thinking about it.” “Of course.” You begin wandering off when he yells back at you. “Did you receive a complimentary map?” $Ash turns back and collects the piece of paper he held out for her. “Look at this place, there’s so many shops. We could spend all day here - just look at some of these. Flavored bottles of cum, Lovecraftian bondage kits, butt plugs with LED lights inside, fleshlights that lubricate the more you do foreplay, cum bubblegum, dildos with realistic hair, dresses with crotch zips, vibrators that tell you your boyfriend is a dick…this place is awesome!” “Not that I don’t agree, but I think we should find the chastity area first.” “You’re probably right. Here.” She points towards the map, at several stores near each other, all selling chastity devices. “Looks like we need to head this way.” She leads you past the multitude of stores to try to find the one you’re looking for. It’s a bustling atmosphere thanks to the hundreds of people here. Just like the security guard claimed, there’s some people dressed professionally in business get ups, but most people are showing off their sexuality proudly. There are plenty of women dressed just like $Ash , leading around men on leads who are crawling on all fours. Some of the men even have their wrists strapped to their shoulders, forcing them to walk on their elbows and knees. There are also enough women who have their entire naked form exposed. Were you not so intrigued by all the fascinating products on display, you would love to ogle them more. Eventually, you find yourself looking at a row of unique chastity cages and belts. You stare in awe at the crazy things Secret Desires have created. “Hello ladies. Are you interested in this new line of chastity cages? This style means you no longer have to worry about peeing at all! Whenever the gentleman does pee, this small tube transports it all to the anus thanks to the pump in the butt plug. There, their bodies absorb it all, meaning no more messes, and leaving him completely humiliated and feeling disgusted.” “We’re fine thanks.” Straight ahead, you and $Ash stare at the same style of chastity that you’re both locked inside of. You’re about to approach, when you dishearteningly spot a familiar silhouette. [[Secret Desires 3f<-Continue]]

You immediately divert your course and start looking at the products opposite to the chastity devices. “Are you sure that’s her?” You both slyly look around innocuously, trying to figure out if the woman looking at the style of device that you’re in is actually <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>>. “Yep, that’s definitely her. You can tell by the shoes.” “YOU can tell by the shoes.” Sadly, your teacher didn’t wear anything special for the occasion, just her usual professional outfit, but this does confirm $Ash ‘s suspicion that she would be here. “What do we do?” “Get on your knees.” “What?” “She might recognize our bodies together - go on, do it.” You resign and do as you’re told. “You’re dressed to be in that position anyway. We just need to wait until she leaves.” So for a while, you bide your time and look at some of the other items being sold, all the while you remain on your knees, occasionally looking over your shoulder to check if your teacher has left. “Are you interested in our sex machines? We have a range of options, from the basic to the scientifically incredible. Take this one.” He stands to the side to reveal a contraption of metal pounding a dildo repeatedly into the anus of a naked woman. “It may look like a simple sex toy, but don’t be fooled. Depending on the settings you input, this can be the greatest lover you will ever have.” When he stops talking, another voice takes over, but it’s hard to initially realize where from. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you slut! I’m gonna ram my dick into your ass until it’s bleeding.” The dildo speeds up. “This device is set to one of the more extreme options, but it comes with an advanced AI that talks back to you, and learns what you like and dislike based on what you tell it, and how your body reacts based on its sensors. It can be as sadistic as this one here, or it could be much more gentle, like this one.” He slams down an identical machine on the table, and turns it on. “Hey sweetie. How was work? Are you in the mood for sex?” The man laughs a little. “When they’re fresh out of the box, they try and do a bit of everything, but once they learn a bit more about you, they’re better than a hundred pornstars, guaranteed!” $Ash looks over her shoulder, and sees that <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> is leaving the chastity display. “They’re incredible, but we’ll have to think about it!” She walks towards the store, with you trailing behind her on your knees. [[Secret Desires 3g<-Continue]]

The woman behind the table hosting boxes upon boxes of the device causing you and $Ash such distress smiles as you approach her. “Hi! Do either of you have any experience with chastity already?” “We do actually. In fact, we’re both locked in some of your devices.” “Oh really? How are you finding them?” “Oh, they’re great, but we actually had an issue with it. You see…I lost my phone which I used to unlock them, and now we’re stuck in them.” “Ah, we’ve had people with similar issues. We can’t override them, but we can give you a device that will connect with your devices that you can unlock it through.” She rummages through some boxes behind her table, and hands $Ash an even smaller box. “It works the same as it will with your phone. Just use your thumbprint and it can unlock it.” “That’s amazing, thank you!” Having seemingly accomplished your plan, you’re ready to look around the rest of the building and take in some of the strange things on offer, but those plans are quickly derailed. “Hey, there’s that thief again!” One of the staff points at $Ash , and begins chasing her. She makes a break for it, ducking and dodging his arms that wildly try to catch her. $Ash is impressively nimble in her high heeled shoes, and actually manages to outrun the trailing man after she dashes out the vehicle entrance. The commotion draws a lot of attention, but fortunately not on you. Getting back to your feet, you walk out of the main door and catch up with the “thief.” [[Secret Desires 3h<-Continue]]

[img[Images/Warehouse 2.jpg]] She’s waiting where you left your proper clothes, fortunately having lost the man chasing her. In her hand, she still holds the adapter the woman gave her. “So I guess we can’t get one of those fucking machines with the AI.” In tandem, you get dressed back into your proper clothes. “I don’t quite understand this. We have that adapter thing, but how does that get us any closer to being free of these cages?" “Well, now we just need to get $Gray ‘s thumbprint, and we can let ourselves out.” “Right, but how do we do that?” “Simple. It’s basic forensic science - you dust a surface with a dark powder and then use clear tape to get the print.” “Huh. So we just take the print off her computer mouse or something?” “I’ll have to think more on that.” You return home together, with your new gadget nestled in $Ash ‘s hand. [[Room 3/4<-Continue][$H to 17, $S to $S + 2]]

<<if $FFeet is 0>><<set $DetentionRandom to random(1, 4)>>\ <<elseif $FPiss is 1>><<set $DetentionRandom to random(1,7)>>\ <<elseif $FFeet is 1>><<set $DetentionRandom to random(1, 6)>><</if>>\ <<if $FFeet is 0 and $DetentionRandom gte 5 and $DetentionRandom lte 6>><<set $DetentionRandom to random(1, 4)>><</if>>\ [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] <<if $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>You enter room 68 of Farrix to unfortunately spend even more time of your morning with Miss $Gray . “I’d be extremely disappointed if you couldn’t even get your uniform right at this point, and I know $Hannah wouldn’t be a fan either. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. Now, strip.”\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>You enter room 68 of Farrix with $Ash. To keep up appearances around your friend, $Gray2 demands, rather than asks, for your clothes to be removed.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>>You enter room 68 of Farrix with $Ash . Miss $Gray is already prepared for your arrival, and she immediately demands you strip.\ <<elseif $Home is 5 or $Home is 6>>You enter room 68 of Farrix. Miss $Gray is as ready for you, her posture suggests, as you are braced for her.<</if>> [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] \ <<if $CL[2] is 1>>”Black tights are always a classic, but they’re also rather dull, don’t you think?”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 2>>”I’ll admit, not many students wear blue tights to Farrix. After All, it’s hard to see the difference between them and normal black ones. But evidently you’ve taken a shine to collecting hosiery, so I won’t belittle you for it.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 3>>”I would have expected you to have had an issue looking this feminine. Your tights are girlier than your skirt! I commend you for your confidence in your girlish essence.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 4>>“These pantyhose certainly verge on being too distracting, but they are plain, and technically fall under the uniform policy.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 21>>”This shade of pantyhose is a staple in every girl’s wardrobe, don’t you agree? But they’re also so delicate, and runs are so easy to spot. Such vulnerability is more than appropriate for you though.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 22>>”I used to wear nude pantyhose a lot myself, until I realized black was much better at getting people’s attention. Unless you’re undressed, most people probably wouldn’t even notice your hose. That is, unless you have a fetish for nylon.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 23 or $CL[2] is 24>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”You can wear your slutty fishnets as much as you want in your free time, but when you’re at Farrix, you need to be wearing something more appropriate. Perhaps you should look to the legs of your classmates for inspiration.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 28>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Unless I’m mistaken, you’re at Farrix to learn, not craft potions. These striped pantyhose of yours should stay away from the classroom.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 25>>”With pantyhose like this, it’ll be hard for people to not stare at your legs. They’re very eye-catching, $name . If that’s what you want though, I’ll allow it.” <<elseif $CL[2] is 26>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”While I like the color of these pantyhose, I detest the trashy fishnet style. Furthermore, Such loud and obnoxious designs are against the Farrix dress code.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 41 or $CL[2] is 42>>”Black stockings: a staple in any wardrobe, especially for a woman in a professional setting like this. I don’t think I could imagine anything more appropriate.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 43>>”An interesting dichotomy, isn’t it? Stockings are meant to be slutty, but the nude tone suggests an element of class.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 44>>”Pink stockings, the height of both slutiness and femininity. How appropriate.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 45>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Fishnet stockings are completely inappropriate $name . Do you really want all your classmates to think you’re a massive slut? You can parade in them all you like outside Farrix, but inside the building, I expect your choice of hosiery to be more germain.”<</if>> <<if $GrayBestie is 0>>Miss $Gray <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <</if>>takes a closer look at your underwear. \ \ <<if $CL[1] gt 1 and $CL[1] lt 20>>”Nice panties. Such beautiful underwear is worn by every student here at Farrix. Wouldn’t it feel wrong to stand out by wearing men’s underwear?”\ <<elseif $CL[1] gt 40 and $CL[1] lt 50>>”Garter panties? A beautiful mix of sexyness and practicality. I’m more than impressed in your choice of underwear today.”\ <<elseif $CL[1] gt 30 and $CL[1] lt 40>>”A thong? Good for hiding panty lines, and for feeling sexy all day long. Which one do you care about more?”<</if>> <<if $GarterA is 1 or $GarterB is 1>>”A beautiful garter belt. Useful for so many things, like being sexier, or holding up a pair of sultry stockings, and all without a single suggestion from me."<<elseif $GarterC is 1>>”Simply adorable garters. It should be a crime that no one can see them on your legs.”<</if>> <<if $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs gt 6>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>She closely looks at your legs. "Really? How could you let your legs grow this disgusting? Be sure to shave them and they'll look and feel much better."\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 3>>She lightly strokes your leg. "Don't you just love the feeling of freshly shaven legs? So smooth, so feminine. Keep it up."\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 7 and $ShaveLegs gt 2>>She admires your legs. "Smooth, be sure to keep it up."<</if>> <<if $Pills gt 5 and $PillsGray1 is 0>><<set $PillsGray1 to 1, $GrayR to $GrayR + 1>>”What are these?” She leans into your chest, noticing the two boobs hanging there. “$Ash had told me she planned on giving you breasts, but I was doubtful she would get you to willingly accept them. Maybe she’s a better Mistress than I gave her credit for. Regardless, I’m impressed that you’re accepting of your new role. Of course, it’s now all the more important that you wear a bra.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 12 and $PillsGray2 is 0>><<set $PillsGray2 to 1, $GrayR to $GrayR + 1>>”Your boobs have…grown.” Your teacher is visibly startled, and she clears her throat to try and regain composure. “Well, $Ash continues to surprise, doesn’t she? Those breasts are very fitting, and are sure to be noticed. good job.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 19 and $PillsGray3 is 0>><<set $PillsGray3 to 1>>”Looks like someone has been taking their medication.” She takes a closer look at your chest. “As much as I’m happy that you’re so accepting of your new role in life, there’s also something to be said for taking things slowly. After all that time I spent training you, did I ever rush? These breasts are nice, but I’m beginning to grow concerned that you are doing this without thinking about it.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 19 and $Bra is 1>>She inspects your chest. “Those generous breasts of yours look amazing in that lingerie. Great selection.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 19 and $SportsBra is 1>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>She inspects your chest. “A sports bra would be fine if you were still growing your boobs. But those are anything but small, so you should be wearing something sexier.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 12 and $SportsBra is 1>>She inspects your chest. “Those blossoming breasts of yours are beautiful, but when contained in that dull sports bra, it almost ruins the look.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 12 and $Bra is 1>>She inspects your chest. “Your breasts are beautiful, and you’re clearly developing a fine taste for lingerie."\ <<elseif $Pills gt 5 and $SportsBra is 1>>She inspects your chest. “Your cute breasts fill up that sports bra nicely, but it’s also quite plain, isn’t it? Something sexier would be much nicer.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 5 and $Bra is 1>>She inspects your chest. “Those cute breasts look even cuter in that bra of yours.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 5 and $Bra is 0 and $SportsBra is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Now that you have breasts like every other student at Farrix, it would be incredibly unprofessional to not wear a bra. After all, if you saw a girl’s nipples poking through her blouse, you’d be staring all day, wouldn’t you?”\ <<elseif $Bra is 1>>She looks closer at your chest, though she can undoubtedly already see the impression created from your bra through the thin, white material of your blouse.\ <<elseif $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 1>>She cups her hand gently against your chest, confirming the sports bra underneath your shirt. "Do you like someone feeling your breasts?" She laughs at the uncomfortable expression that your face turns into.\ <<elseif $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 0 and $Bra is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>She presses her hand against your chest. When she senses that there is no bra beneath your shirt, she looks disappointed.\ <<else>>She lets out a small, almost unhearable grunt of dissatisfaction after looking towards your chest.<</if>> <<if $CK[2] is 3>>She sees the adorable flats on your feet. "Such cute shoes, $name , though I think something a bit more mature would be better suited for a sissy such as yourself.”<</if>> <<if $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlugA is 0>>Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. "Nice to see you can remember this" she taunts, pressing down on your rear. "I'm sure it will be harder for you to daydream in class when you have this penetrating you."<<elseif $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlugA is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1 and $TimesSpanked to $TimesSpanked + 1>>Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. The silent room is quickly filled with a shriek from you as her hand slaps your butt cheeks. "I thought I made it clear that you will wear a butt plug from now on." Several more times you cry out as her hand hits you.<</if>> \ <<if $MatchingLingerie is 1>>”Great job of matching your panties and bra. Pink is always a classic, especially for sissies such as yourself.”\ <<elseif $MatchingLingerie is 2>>”There isn’t a sexier color than red, is there? Even so, you make it look greater than I thought it would on you.”\ <<elseif $MatchingLingerie is 3>>”Black somehow manages to be both simple and sexy, but your black lingerie makes you look much more of the latter than the former.”\ <<elseif $MatchingLingerie is 4>>”This white lingerie makes you look angelic, but angels don’t have the greatest sense of fashion. You would look much sexier in something more characterful.”\ <<elseif $MatchingLingerie is 5>>“Purple is such a nice color that seems to blend masculine tones with feminine ones. But let's face it, you’re still wearing a bra and panties.”\ <<elseif $MatchingLingerie is 7>>”This matching set looks incredibly luxurious. Even if yellow isn’t as overtly feminine as pink is, you make up for that with your own girlish looks.”\ <<elseif $MatchingLingerie is 8>>”I might have thought wearing blue lingerie was an attempt on your part to appear more masculine. Even if that were true, it’s hard to make a bra look “boyish”, isn’t it?”\ <<elseif $MatchingLingerie is 9>>"This green set looks really cute on you. So quirky, yet so sexy."\ <<elseif $Bra is 0 and $SportsBra is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Without a bra, you can’t even match your lingerie. This is an important aspect of womanhood that you’re missing out on.”\ <<else>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Unfortunately, you can’t even match your lingerie, can you? I really didn’t think I would have to give you a lesson on this, $name . It’s very simple stuff for girls. Colors go together, patterns go together. Make sure to do better next time.”<</if>> <<if $YBra is $CL[0] or $YPanties is $CL[1]>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”If memory serves me correctly, you wore the same underwear yesterday. You should change your lingerie up everyday, $name . Both for hygiene purposes, and to make life a little less dull."<</if>> <<set $YBra to $CL[0]>>\ <<set $YPanties to $CL[1]>>\ \ She then lets you dress yourself again. <<if $PaintedFingers gt 0>>Though she does decide to make a comment on your nails to complete your inspection. <</if>><<if $LightPinkFingers gt 0 or $DarkPinkFingers gt 0>>”I have to say, I do love that shade of nail polish. Such a feminine color is too blatantly girly for me, but it suits you perfectly.”\ <<elseif $RedFingers gt 0>>”Red nails truly are a hallmark of a slut. And such flagrant whorishness is almost in violation of an acceptable uniform. Almost.”\ <<elseif $PurpleFingers gt 0 or $DarkGreenFingers gt 0 or $GrayFingers gt 0 or $NudeFingers gt 0>>”I’m always in favor of you exploring new ways of expressing your femininity, but I do find that shade of nail polish somewhat dull.”\ <<elseif $LightBlueFingers gt 0 or $DarkBlueFingers gt 0 or $CyanFingers gt 0>>”I do love how blue is a masculine color, but those nails just scream “girly!””\ <<elseif $BlackFingers gt 0>>”I would argue that there are more guys with black nails than there are women. Maybe in your male uniform I would have taken issue with them, but with your skirt and blouse, I think they look feminine enough.”<</if>> <<if $PaintedFingers lt 3 and $PaintedFingers gt 0>>”Though they could do with another coat.”<</if>> <<if $GrayLunchFail is 0>>”Exemplary look $name . Well done.”\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1 and $GrayLunchFail is 1>>”Your look isnot impeccable, but I’m willing to overlook that transgression since the rest of your appearance was quite well put together."\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 1>>”Your look today is far from perfect $name , and it's sad that you continue to test me like this. Come here after school for detention.”\ <<elseif $Home gte 3 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>”Your look is disgraceful, $name . Come here after school for detention.”\ <<elseif $Home is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0 or $Home is 2 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>”Your outfit is sadly not impeccable. Come here after school for detention.”<</if>> [[12-2b<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 13>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> [[12-2 Heels<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 16>>\ <<set $CK[2] to 5>>\ When the final bell of the day rings, you’d love to be able to go home, but instead, you have to go to room 68 once more. When you do arrive at <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 ‘s classroom<<else>>Miss $Gray ‘s classroom, she’s already eagerly awaiting your arrival.<</if>> <<if $Home is 4>>Curiously, not only is your teacher in here, but so is $Ash .<</if>> “$name , thank you for coming. As I’m sure you recall, I asked you to train to walk in high heels.” She places a pair of black pumps on her desk, encouraging you to take them. “The time has come for you to show off your skills. I can’t wait to be impressed by all your hard work.” <<if $HeelsS lt 3>>//Shit// You immediately curse your past self for slacking off on your training in high heels. Nervously, you take off your flats and slip the high heels on, immediately feeling uneasy from the extra 5 inches you just gained, and do your best to wobble around convincingly. It doesn’t go well. After only a couple of steps, you slip over, giving an easy shot up your skirt and landing violently on your ass.\ <<elseif $HeelsS lt 8>>Not that your training in such high shoes has been non-existent, but it certainly could have been more extensive, and with your teacher staring right at you, it’s especially nerve wracking. With shaking hands, you slip out of your flats and into the high heels. The first steps go okay, good even, but the few steps after begin to wobble. The steps after those betray you completely, and you end up falling over, giving a view up your skirt in the process.\ <<elseif $HeelsS lt 16>>With a surprisingly confident look on your face, you swipe the heels off the desk and replace your flats with them. Despite all your hours of practice, your first steps are rather unsteady, but you manage to save face and hope it goes unnoticed. You do a lap around the tables and after that you’ve adapted to them well enough to show off your decent skills.\ <<elseif $HeelsS lt 20>>With a surprisingly confident look on your face, you swipe the heels off the desk and replace your flats with them. After all your dedication in learning how to walk proficiently with them, you’re proud to show those skills off. And so, after replacing your dull flats with them, that’s what you do. Your first steps are strong, and once you do a lap around the tables in them, your feet are even more confident.\ <<elseif $HeelsS is 20 and $GrayBestie is 1>>Poised to show your hours of dedication, you eagerly replace your monotonous flats with the easy 5 inch heels. You do several laps around the tables, but figure that doesn’t come close to showing off just how proficient you are in them. You run around like an olympic ice skater on their favorite turf. Not contempt with that, you jump onto $Gray2 ‘s desk, landing without a hint of uncertainty in your feet.\ <<elseif $HeelsS is 20 and $GrayBestie is 0>>Poised to show your hours of dedication, you eagerly replace your monotonous flats with the easy 5 inch heels. You do several laps around the tables, but figure that doesn’t come close to showing off just how proficient you are in them. You run around like an olympic ice skater on their favorite turf. Not contempt with that, you jump onto Miss $Gray ‘s desk, landing without a hint of uncertainty in your feet.<</if>> <<if $Home is 4 and $HeelsS lt 8>>$Ash is visibly getting second hand embarrassment from your pitiful attempts. <<elseif $Home is 4 and $HeelsS lt 16>>$Ash seems somewhat impressed at your efforts, but she tries to hide it. <<elseif $Home is 4 and $HeelsS lt 21>>$Ash is blown away by your display, but she tries not to draw too much attention to herself. <</if>><<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 stares at you some more, trying to find the correct words to describe your performance.<<else>>Miss $Gray stares at you some more, trying to find the correct words to describe your performance.<</if>> <<if $HeelsS lt 3>>”That was abysmal, $name . After the time I gave you to practice, that’s all you could manage? You’re definitely being punished.” [[12-2 Heels Punish<-Continue][$H to $H +1]]\ <<elseif $HeelsS lt 8>>”That was shambolic, $name . You’re capable of so much more. You’re definitely being punished.” [[12-2 Heels Punish<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $HeelsS lt 16>>”You definitely show potential, but there’s still plenty of room for improvement. Think of this as less of a punishment and more of an incentive.” [[12-2 Heels Punish<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $HeelsS lt 20>>”That was amazing, $name . I was not expecting you to put that much effort into this task, and I could not be prouder of you. Feel free to leave and enjoy the rest of your day. But I will add, since you clearly love walking in high heels so much, they will now be mandatory. Flats are as bad as boxers.”\ <<elseif $HeelsS is 20>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR + 1>>”That was simply fantastic, $name . You’ve made me such a proud Mistress, and I’m so glad you care as much about your feminization as you do. But I will add, since you clearly love walking in high heels so much, they will now be mandatory. Flats are as bad as boxers. And if you ever plan on standing on a table again, I would recommend not standing with your legs apart.” You blush as you get down off the table.<</if>> <<if $HeelsS gt 15 and $Home is 4>>”There is one more thing, however.” [[12-2 Heels Ash<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $HeelsS gt 15 and $Home isnot 4>>[[12-2f<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]<</if>>

<<set $GrayR to $GrayR + 1>>\ <<if $VoiceSurgery is 1>><<set $MetDr to 1>><</if>><<set $HeelSurg to 1>>\ <<if $MetDr is 1>>She calls a number on the phone, and the person on the receiving end picks it up after several rings. Based upon who dealt the punishment to your Adam’s apple, you’re confident in who will be arriving shortly. Sure enough, Dr Lin soon enters the classroom, with Miss Hyde right behind her. They’re both carrying their familiar collection of vials that rattle as the tray they reside in moves about. Miss Hyde’s hand seems to have recovered from whatever went wrong before, based upon its lack of bandages, but now, her left eye is being covered in an eye patch beneath a second layer of protection in her goggles. They set their trays down and greet your teacher.\ <<elseif $MetDr is 0>><<set $MetDr to 1>>She calls a number on the phone, and the person on the receiving end picks it up after several rings. In none of your experiences before had your teacher resorted to getting help in punishing you. You’re both intrigued, and nervous. “Hi, Dr Lin?” “Yes, it looks like you get to try out your experiment today after all.” She puts the phone down. Moments later, the door to the classroom swings open, and in pace two young women, both adorned in lab coats. The one in front has a pristine white coat that looks new, or as good as, while the one in the rear has a jacket that is stained with countless chemicals, making her look more like a painter than a scientist. Curiously, the one walking behind also has an eye patch on the left side of her face. They set down the trays they were carrying, which are filled with a multitude of vials and syringes, and allow themselves to be introduced. [img[Images/Vials.jpg]] “This is Dr Lin.” The one in front gives a courteous smile, but also seems rather dismissive of you. “And this is Miss Hyde.” The more friendly of the teachers waves at you.<</if>> “So” Dr Lin begins “was it still some encouragement to wear different shoes that you wanted help with?” “Yes. I hope I gave you enough time to decide on a good solution.” “Well, we always like to be sure before we test on people, but it worked in all the simulations, and I think you’ll both be quite impressed with this.” They begin compounding their chemicals. Some liquids have an approximate amount dumped into another vial, while others are precisely measured out with a syringe, which Miss Hyde struggles with thanks to her ailing depth perception. The finished product is an unappealing shade of yellow. “Miss Hyde, you can do the honors.” [img[Images/Needle.jpg]] “Really? Thanks doctor!” She takes the completed vial and accompanying syringe and kindly asks you to sit down. In comparison to <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> and to a lesser extent, the doctor, Miss Hyde is lovely, and you more than happily do as she asks. As she squats down in front of you, there’s an excellent view up her skirt that you could more than enjoy, but the syringe that she has is too distracting to properly take it in. She wriggles down your hosiery for you until they rest at your feet. There, she holds up your feet one at a time, and injects the fluid into your achilles heel. It's a largely painless procedure. When she’s done, the view up her legs closes and she walks away, returning the empty syringe to one of the trays. <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>”So, what exactly did that do?” $Gray2 eagerly asks, yearning to the know same thing you’d like to hear.<<else>>”So, what exactly did that do?” Miss $Gray asks, sadistically yearning to know the same thing you’d like to understand.<</if>> Dr Lin begins to boast. “It altered the makeup of your calves, resulting in increased tension when not stretching the achilles tendon.” “In less scientific terms? For $name , here.” Miss Hyde steps in. “Miss $Gray , as I’m sure you can attest to, high heels take a lot of getting used to, correct?” “Correct.” “And now you’re used to them, it hurts whenever you don’t wear heels, it hurts, correct?” “Correct.” “That’s because it created a change in the musculature of your legs. They’re used to being stretched out, so whenever you don’t wear high heels, it results in pain.” “So that shot you just gave me?” You interrupt, not liking where this is going. Miss Hyde, smiling widely, turns to you. “We sped up that process of acclimatization. Now, whenever you don’t wear high heels for activities, it’s going to hurt. A lot.” <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>”Oh” $Gray2 abruptly cries. “You two sure are…efficient at coming up with solutions.” “Just like we promised Miss $Gray .” The duo pack up and leave, rattling trays of chemicals with them. $Gray2 beckons you closer, so that $Ash can’t hear you. “I didn’t know they were going to do something that extreme, $name . I’m sorry, I thought it was going to be something simple.” “It’s…fine , $Gray2 .” You don’t believe that for even a second, not even before you disgustingly spit it out of your mouth, betraying yourself, but you can’t stomach seeing her genuinely upset and apologetic. “I’m sure I’ll get used to it, not like I have a choice.” You fake a laugh, but it's easy to tell it’s not for real. “Thanks for being so understanding, $name . I’ll make sure they pass their ideas by me beforehand if I ever have to punish you in the future.” “Thanks (I think).”\ <<else>>”Oh, that’s most excellent! You two keep outdoing yourself.” Miss $Gray gets up from behind her desk and kisses Dr Lin on the cheek. The doctor is blown back herself by how blown back Miss $Gray is. “We always promise something marvelous, don’t we?” The scientists exit, taking their rattling trays of villainous chemicals with them. “I could have never come up with something that unique. I would have probably locked some heels on your ankles were it not for them, but this is a much better solution, don’t you think?” You're silent, still comprehending what this means. Of course, you understand it, but accepting it as real is nearly impossible. Surely some school scientists don’t have the power to do that, do they?<</if>> <<if $Home is 4>>[[12-2 Heels Ash<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<else>>Miss $Gray dismisses you, but not before one more taunting display of her power over you. “And $name , I expect you to wear some appropriate high heels everyday. Of course, your own biology wants that now, doesn’t it?” [[12-2f<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]<</if>>

“Before you go, $name , I thought you’d like to know the consequences of your ratting out of $Ash .” Your housemate was paying attention to everything that just happened anyway, but you figured that was just a way for your teacher to make her feel bad for her failing as a Mistress. “And it was inspired by you.” <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 takes out a small capsule bottle from her handbag.<<else>>Miss $Gray takes out a small capsule bottle from her handbag.<</if>> She teasingly shakes it, allowing the noise of its rattling insides to taunt you two students. In front of the seated $Ash , she places one of the pills. They’re just like…the ones $Ash gave you. “Estrogen is an incredible thing. To a body like yours” she looks right at you “it’s effects are quickly noticeable. For a fully developed woman like you” she pauses, turning her eyes back to $Ash “even high amounts can stimulate…growth. Just like you made $name do, I will make you take these pills everyday. You will become my slut. My bimbo. My toy.” <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 is staring a hole right through $Ash . Even if you wanted to stop this, not even your extra sway with her could make it happen. “Take it.” You stand behind $Gray2 and see $Ash ‘s face. She isn’t showing any signs to let your teacher know this is affecting her, but inside, it must be. $Gray2 views her the same way $Ash viewed you, and that wasn’t a nice way to be seen at all. She doesn’t move, and tries to figure out if there’s any buttons left for her to press, any way out all to get out of this. There’s none. She looks up to see you, and you decide to give her the strength needed. Echoing her past sentiments, you mouth what she said to you. “Model students.” After a heavy gulp, she swipes up the pill and throws it in her mouth. She doesn’t smile, and she doesn’t wince. $Gray2 checks around her tongue to ensure it was swallowed, and she seems satisfied.\ <<else>>Miss $Gray is staring a hole right through $Ash ‘s face. “Take it.” You stand behind Miss $Gray and see $Ash ‘s face. She isn’t showing any signs to let your teacher know this is affecting her, but inside, it must be. Miss $Gray views her the same way $Ash viewed you, and that wasn’t a nice way to be seen at all. She doesn’t move, and tries to figure out if there’s any buttons left for her to press, any way out all to get out of this. There’s none. She looks up to see you, and you decide to give her the strength needed. Echoing her past sentiments, you mouth what she said to you. “Model students.” After a heavy gulp, she swipes up the pill and throws it in her mouth. She doesn’t smile, and she doesn’t wince. Miss $Gray checks around her tongue to ensure it was swallowed, and she seems satisfied.<</if>> “Good girl. You can expect to share the same lessons from now. My sissy, and my bimbo.” She dismisses both of you, but adds one final note to you. “From now on, high heels are mandatory. Flats are as bad and dull as boxers.” [[12-2f<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ <<set $Fem to 52>>\ [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] You walk out of Farrix. <<if $Home is 1>>The access to your chastity cage is locked in the hands of two women hellbent on turning you into a woman, and freedom from the device is only a memory of the past and a dream for the future.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>The access to your chastity cage is locked in the hands of Miss $Gray , who shows no intentions of letting you out anytime soon. Your only hope of escape, sadly enough, is a woman who would rather control your cage herself.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>The access to your clit is kept safely in the hands of your trainer, Mistress $Ash , right where it should be.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>The access to your chastity cage is locked in the hands of $Gray2 , who, despite your warm relationship with, cannot let you out.<</if>> <<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return home][$M to $M + 15]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return home][$M to $M + 15]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return home][$M to $M + 15]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return home][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>> <<if $S gt 9>>You feel too stressed to not go straight home<</if>>\ <<if $S lt 10>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>>

<<if $FFeet is 0>><<set $DetentionRandom to random(1, 4)>>\ <<elseif $FPiss is 1>><<set $DetentionRandom to random(1,7)>>\ <<elseif $FFeet is 1>><<set $DetentionRandom to random(1, 6)>><</if>>\ <<if $FFeet is 0 and $DetentionRandom gte 5 and $DetentionRandom lte 6>>error<<set $DetentionRandom to random(1, 4)>><</if>>\ <<set $DetentionTidy.Word1 to 0, $DetentionTidy.Word2 to 0, $DetentionTidy.Word3 to 0, $DetentionTidy.Word4 to 0, $DetentionTidy.Word5 to 0, $DetentionTidy.Word6 to 0, $DetentionTidy.Word7 to 0, $DetentionTidy.Word8 to 0, $DetentionTidy.Word9 to 0, $DetentionTidy.Word10 to 0, $DetentionTidy.Word11 to 0, $DetentionTidy.Word12 to 0>>\ <<set $DetentionPiss.Word1 to 0, $DetentionPiss.Word2 to 0, $DetentionPiss.Word3 to 0, $DetentionPiss.Word4 to 0, $DetentionPiss.Word5 to 0, $DetentionPiss.Word6 to 0>>\ <<if $Fem is 52 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $Fem to 53>>\ <<elseif $Fem is 53 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $Fem to 54>>\ <<elseif $Fem is 54 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $Fem to 55>>\ <<elseif $Fem is 55 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $Fem to 56>>\ <<elseif $Fem is 56 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $Fem to 57>>\ \ <<elseif $Fem is 57 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $Fem to 58>>\ <<elseif $Fem is 58 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $Fem to 59>>\ <<elseif $Fem is 59 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $Fem to 60>>\ <<elseif $Fem is 60 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $Fem to 61>>\ \ \ \ <<if $W14A1 is 1>><<set $W14A1 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W15A1 is 1>><<set $W15A1 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W15A2 is 1>><<set $W15A2 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W16A1 is 1>><<set $W16A1 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W17A2 is 1>><<set $W17A2 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W18A3 is 1>><<set $W18A3 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W19A1 is 1>><<set $W19A1 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W19A2 is 1>><<set $W19A2 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W19A3 is 1>><<set $W19A3 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W20A1 is 1>><<set $W20A1 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W20A2 is 1>><<set $W20A2 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W20A3 is 1>><<set $W20A3 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W20A4 is 1>><<set $W20A4 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <</if>>[img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] <<if $Home is 1 and visited("12-3a") is 1 or $Home is 2 and visited("12-3a") is 1>>You enter room 68 of Farrix to unfortunately spend even more time of your morning with Miss $Gray . “I’d be extremely disappointed if you couldn’t even get your uniform right at this point, and I know $Hannah wouldn’t be a fan either. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. Now, strip.”\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1 and visited("12-3a") is 1>>You enter room 68 of Farrix with $Ash. To keep up appearances around your friend, $Gray2 demands, rather than asks, for your clothes to be removed. ”Now that I’m training you both, your mutual lunchtimes will be dedicated to that.”\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0 and visited("12-3a") is 1>>You enter room 68 of Farrix with $Ash . Miss $Gray is already prepared for your arrival, and she immediately demands you strip. ”Now that I’m training you both, your mutual lunchtimes will be dedicated to that.”\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and visited("12-3a") is 1>>You enter room 68 of Farrix with $Ash . Miss $Gray is already prepared for your arrival, and she immediately demands you strip. “With your sissification back in my hands, I’ve decided your lunches should always be dedicated to my training.”\ <<elseif $Home is 1 and $ChoresPunish gt 6 or $Home is 2 and $ChoresPunish gt 6>>With a final few steps that are made excruciatingly short thanks to the chain around your ankles, you step into Miss $Gray ‘s classroom. “Good, you’re finally here.” She mimics that there’s a watch on her wrist to look at. “It took you long enough.” Though she doesn’t verbally acknowledge the cuffs, she does make sure to get a clear view to confirm their presence. “Now, onto your uniform. Strip!”\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>You enter room 68 of Farrix to unfortunately spend even more time of your morning with Miss $Gray . “I’d be extremely disappointed if you couldn’t even get your uniform right at this point, and I know $Hannah wouldn’t be a fan either. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. Now, strip.”\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>You enter room 68 of Farrix with $Ash. To keep up appearances around your friend, $Gray2 demands, rather than asks, for your clothes to be removed.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>You enter room 68 of Farrix with $Ash . Miss $Gray is already prepared for your arrival, and she immediately demands you strip.\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>You enter room 68 of Farrix with $Ash . Miss $Gray is already prepared for your arrival. “With your sissification back in my hands, I’ve decided your lunches should always be dedicated to my training.” After that warning, she demands that you strip down to your underwear.\ <<elseif $Home gte 5 or $Home lte 6 and visited("12-3a") is 1>>You enter room 68 of Farrix. Miss $Gray is already prepared for your arrival, and she immediately demands you strip. “With your sissification back in my hands, I’ve decided your lunches should always be dedicated to my training.”\ <<elseif $Home is 5 or $Home is 6>>You enter room 68 of Farrix. Miss $Gray is as ready for you, her posture suggests, as you are braced for her.<</if>> [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] \ <<if $CL[2] is 1>>”Black tights are always a classic, but they’re also rather dull, don’t you think?”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 2>>”I’ll admit, not many students wear blue tights to Farrix. After All, it’s hard to see the difference between them and normal black ones. But evidently you’ve taken a shine to collecting hosiery, so I won’t belittle you for it.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 3>>”I would have expected you to have had an issue looking this feminine. Your tights are girlier than your skirt! I commend you for your confidence in your girlish essence.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 4>>“These pantyhose certainly verge on being too distracting, but they are plain, and technically fall under the uniform policy.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 21>>”This shade of pantyhose is a staple in every girl’s wardrobe, don’t you agree? But they’re also so delicate, and runs are so easy to spot. Such vulnerability is more than appropriate for you though.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 22>>”I used to wear nude pantyhose a lot myself, until I realized black was much better at getting people’s attention. Unless you’re undressed, most people probably wouldn’t even notice your hose. That is, unless you have a fetish for nylon.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 23 or $CL[2] is 24>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”You can wear your slutty fishnets as much as you want in your free time, but when you’re at Farrix, you need to be wearing something more appropriate. Perhaps you should look to the legs of your classmates for inspiration.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 28>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Unless I’m mistaken, you’re at Farrix to learn, not craft potions. These striped pantyhose of yours should stay away from the classroom.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 25>>”With pantyhose like this, it’ll be hard for people to not stare at your legs. They’re very eye-catching, $name . If that’s what you want though, I’ll allow it.” <<elseif $CL[2] is 26>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”While I like the color of these pantyhose, I detest the trashy fishnet style. Furthermore, Such loud and obnoxious designs are against the Farrix dress code.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 41 or $CL[2] is 42>>”Black stockings: a staple in any wardrobe, especially for a woman in a professional setting like this. I don’t think I could imagine anything more appropriate.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 43>>”An interesting dichotomy, isn’t it? Stockings are meant to be slutty, but the nude tone suggests an element of class.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 44>>”Pink stockings, the height of both slutiness and femininity. How appropriate.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 45>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Fishnet stockings are completely inappropriate $name . Do you really want all your classmates to think you’re a massive slut? You can parade in them all you like outside Farrix, but inside the building, I expect your choice of hosiery to be more germain.”<</if>> <<if $GrayBestie is 0>>Miss $Gray <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <</if>>takes a closer look at your underwear. \ \ <<if $CL[1] gt 1 and $CL[1] lt 20>>”Nice panties. Such beautiful underwear is worn by every student here at Farrix. Wouldn’t it feel wrong to stand out by wearing men’s underwear?”\ <<elseif $CL[1] gt 40 and $CL[1] lt 50>>”Garter panties? A beautiful mix of sexyness and practicality. I’m more than impressed in your choice of underwear today.”\ <<elseif $CL[1] gt 30 and $CL[1] lt 40>>”A thong? Good for hiding panty lines, and for feeling sexy all day long. Which one do you care about more?”<</if>> <<if $GarterA is 1 or $GarterB is 1>>”A beautiful garter belt. Useful for so many things, like being sexier, or holding up a pair of sultry stockings, and all without a single suggestion from me."<<elseif $GarterC is 1>>”Simply adorable garters. It should be a crime that no one can see them on your legs.”<</if>> <<if $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs gt 6>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>She closely looks at your legs. "Really? How could you let your legs grow this disgusting? Be sure to shave them and they'll look and feel much better."\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 3>>She lightly strokes your leg. "Don't you just love the feeling of freshly shaven legs? So smooth, so feminine. Keep it up."\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 7 and $ShaveLegs gt 2>>She admires your legs. "Smooth, be sure to keep it up."<</if>> <<if $Pills gt 5 and $PillsGray1 is 0>><<set $PillsGray1 to 1, $GrayR to $GrayR + 1>>”What are these?” She leans into your chest, noticing the two boobs hanging there. “$Ash had told me she planned on giving you breasts, but I was doubtful she would get you to willingly accept them. Maybe she’s a better Mistress than I gave her credit for. Regardless, I’m impressed that you’re accepting of your new role. Of course, it’s now all the more important that you wear a bra.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 12 and $PillsGray2 is 0>><<set $PillsGray2 to 1, $GrayR to $GrayR + 1>>”Your boobs have…grown.” Your teacher is visibly startled, and she clears her throat to try and regain composure. “Well, $Ash continues to surprise, doesn’t she? Those breasts are very fitting, and are sure to be noticed. good job.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 19 and $PillsGray3 is 0>><<set $PillsGray3 to 1>>”Looks like someone has been taking their medication.” She takes a closer look at your chest. “As much as I’m happy that you’re so accepting of your new role in life, there’s also something to be said for taking things slowly. After all that time I spent training you, did I ever rush? These breasts are nice, but I’m beginning to grow concerned that you are doing this without thinking about it.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 19 and $Bra is 1>>She inspects your chest. “Those generous breasts of yours look amazing in that lingerie. Great selection.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 19 and $SportsBra is 1>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>She inspects your chest. “A sports bra would be fine if you were still growing your boobs. But those are anything but small, so you should be wearing something sexier.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 12 and $SportsBra is 1>>She inspects your chest. “Those blossoming breasts of yours are beautiful, but when contained in that dull sports bra, it almost ruins the look.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 12 and $Bra is 1>>She inspects your chest. “Your breasts are beautiful, and you’re clearly developing a fine taste for lingerie."\ <<elseif $Pills gt 5 and $SportsBra is 1>>She inspects your chest. “Your cute breasts fill up that sports bra nicely, but it’s also quite plain, isn’t it? Something sexier would be much nicer.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 5 and $Bra is 1>>She inspects your chest. “Those cute breasts look even cuter in that bra of yours.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 5 and $Bra is 0 and $SportsBra is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Now that you have breasts like every other student at Farrix, it would be incredibly unprofessional to not wear a bra. After all, if you saw a girl’s nipples poking through her blouse, you’d be staring all day, wouldn’t you?”\ <<elseif $Bra is 1>>She looks closer at your chest, though she can undoubtedly already see the impression created from your bra through the thin, white material of your blouse.\ <<elseif $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 1>>She cups her hand gently against your chest, confirming the sports bra underneath your shirt. "Do you like someone feeling your breasts?" She laughs at the uncomfortable expression that your face turns into.\ <<elseif $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 0 and $Bra is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>She presses her hand against your chest. When she senses that there is no bra beneath your shirt, she looks disappointed.\ <<else>>She lets out a small, almost unhearable grunt of dissatisfaction after looking towards your chest.<</if>> <<if $CK[2] is 5>>She looks closer at the black high heels at dainty holding you up off the floor. “A perfect selection in feminine shoes, $name .”\ <<elseif $CK[2] is 3 and $HeelSurg is 1>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>She sees the outlawed flats grotesquely holding your feet. “Those shoes were appropriate before, but not now. Besides, your body wants high heels. Why not give in and give it what you really want?”\ <<elseif $CK[2] is 3 and $HeelSurg is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>She sees the outlawed flats grotesquely holding your feet. “Those shoes were appropriate before, but not now. Besides, you put so much work into being proficient in high heels. You deserve to show off all that hard work.”\<</if>> <<if $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlugA is 0>>Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. "Nice to see you can remember this" she taunts, pressing down on your rear. "I'm sure it will be harder for you to daydream in class when you have this penetrating you."<<elseif $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlugA is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1 and $TimesSpanked to $TimesSpanked + 1>>Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. The silent room is quickly filled with a shriek from you as her hand slaps your butt cheeks. "I thought I made it clear that you will wear a butt plug from now on." Several more times you cry out as her hand hits you.<</if>> \ <<if $MatchingLingerie is 1>>”Great job of matching your panties and bra. Pink is always a classic, especially for sissies such as yourself.”\ <<elseif $MatchingLingerie is 2>>”There isn’t a sexier color than red, is there? Even so, you make it look greater than I thought it would on you.”\ <<elseif $MatchingLingerie is 3>>”Black somehow manages to be both simple and sexy, but your black lingerie makes you look much more of the latter than the former.”\ <<elseif $MatchingLingerie is 4>>”This white lingerie makes you look angelic, but angels don’t have the greatest sense of fashion. You would look much sexier in something more characterful.”\ <<elseif $MatchingLingerie is 5>>“Purple is such a nice color that seems to blend masculine tones with feminine ones. But let's face it, you’re still wearing a bra and panties.”\ <<elseif $MatchingLingerie is 7>>”This matching set looks incredibly luxurious. Even if yellow isn’t as overtly feminine as pink is, you make up for that with your own girlish looks.”\ <<elseif $MatchingLingerie is 8>>”I might have thought wearing blue lingerie was an attempt on your part to appear more masculine. Even if that were true, it’s hard to make a bra look “boyish”, isn’t it?”\ <<elseif $MatchingLingerie is 9>>"This green set looks really cute on you. So quirky, yet so sexy."\ <<elseif $Bra is 0 and $SportsBra is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Without a bra, you can’t even match your lingerie. This is an important aspect of womanhood that you’re missing out on.”\ <<else>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Unfortunately, you can’t even match your lingerie, can you? I really didn’t think I would have to give you a lesson on this, $name . It’s very simple stuff for girls. Colors go together, patterns go together. Make sure to do better next time.”<</if>> <<if $YBra is $CL[0] or $YPanties is $CL[1]>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”If memory serves me correctly, you wore the same underwear yesterday. You should change your lingerie up everyday, $name . Both for hygiene purposes, and to make life a little less dull."<</if>> <<set $YBra to $CL[0]>>\ <<set $YPanties to $CL[1]>>\ She then lets you dress yourself again. <<if $PaintedFingers gt 0>>Though she does decide to make a comment on your nails to complete your inspection. <</if>><<if $LightPinkFingers gt 0 or $DarkPinkFingers gt 0>>”I have to say, I do love that shade of nail polish. Such a feminine color is too blatantly girly for me, but it suits you perfectly.”\ <<elseif $RedFingers gt 0>>”Red nails truly are a hallmark of a slut. And such flagrant whorishness is almost in violation of an acceptable uniform. Almost.”\ <<elseif $PurpleFingers gt 0 or $DarkGreenFingers gt 0 or $GrayFingers gt 0 or $NudeFingers gt 0>>”I’m always in favor of you exploring new ways of expressing your femininity, but I do find that shade of nail polish somewhat dull.”\ <<elseif $LightBlueFingers gt 0 or $DarkBlueFingers gt 0 or $CyanFingers gt 0>>”I do love how blue is a masculine color, but those nails just scream “girly!””\ <<elseif $BlackFingers gt 0>>”I would argue that there are more guys with black nails than there are women. Maybe in your male uniform I would have taken issue with them, but with your skirt and blouse, I think they look feminine enough.”<</if>> <<if $PaintedFingers lt 3 and $PaintedFingers gt 0>>”Though they could do with another coat.”<</if>> <<if $GrayLunchFail is 0>>”Exemplary look $name . Well done.”\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1 and $GrayLunchFail is 1>>”Your look isnot impeccable, but I’m willing to overlook that transgression since the rest of your appearance was quite well put together."\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 1>>”Your look today is far from perfect $name , and it's sad that you continue to test me like this. Come here after school for detention.”\ <<elseif $Home gte 3 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>”Your look is disgraceful, $name . Come here after school for detention.”\ <<elseif $Home is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0 or $Home is 2 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>”Your outfit is sadly not impeccable. Come here after school for detention.”<</if>> <<if $SCFinal is 5 and visited("12-3a All Chastity") is 0>>[[12-3a All Chastity<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Fem is 52 and $Day3 is 3>>[[12-3b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 52 and $Day3 gte 4>>[[12-4b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 53 and $Day3 is 1>>[[12-4b<-Continue]] \ <<elseif $Fem is 53 and $Day3 is 2>>[[13-2b SC Intro<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 53 and $Day3 is 3>>[[13-3b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 53 and $Day3 gte 4>>[[13-4b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 54 and $Day3 is 1>>[[13-4b<-Continue]] \ <<elseif $Fem is 54 and $Day3 is 2>>[[14-2b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 54 and $Day3 is 3>>[[14-3b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 54 and $Day3 gte 4>>[[14-4b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 55 and $Day3 is 1>>[[14-4b<-Continue]] \ <<elseif $Fem is 55 and $Day3 is 2>>[[15-2b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 55 and $Day3 is 3>>[[15-3b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 55 and $Day3 gte 4>>[[15-4b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 56 and $Day3 is 1>>[[15-4b<-Continue]] \ <<elseif $Fem is 56 and $Day3 is 2>>[[16-2b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 56 and $Day3 is 3>>[[16-3b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 56 and $Day3 gte 4>>[[16-4b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 57>>[[17-b<-Continue]] \ <<elseif $Fem is 58>>[[18-b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 59>>[[19-b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 60>>[[20-b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 61>>[[21-b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 62>>[[21-b<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<include [[Chapter 4 Class]]>> <<if $Home lte 2>>[[12-3 Ash<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[12-3 Gray<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 12>>\ <<if $ExposeAsh is 0>>You arrive in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray , nervously awaiting your lunchtime training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 0>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 1>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of $Gray2 the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.<</if>> “I hope you’re ready to have your mouth stuffed.” Your teacher walks out from behind her desk. She’s still dressed in her usual sultry attire, but over her tight pencil dress is a black leather belt hoisting up an intimidatingly sized plastic cock. [img[Images/P - Gray strap on skirt.jpg]] <<if $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 0>>She walks over to you and $Ash , and she demands you both kneel down to get ready for an hour of throat fucking. “I think I’ll start with you, my favorite toy.” She stands in front of you first, and orders your lips to envelop the head of the girthy cock. You comply as the tip enters your mouth. You suckle on the head of it, lubricating it with your wet mouth while encircling the rest with your tongue, tickling the hole of the dick with it, while also flicking it over the frenulum, like it were fingers over a guitar. “Good slut.” Miss $Gray pulls away. “Now, for the bimbo.” She slowly strolls in front of $Ash , who shows no emotion one way or the other over being told to lubricate the rest of the dildo. Silently, she drools over the rest of the cock, and takes parts of it in her mouth, lubricating it further. From the side of it, she puts her mouth around the dick, almost like she was eating corn. Even though she doesn’t seem to care about it, $Ash is a bonafide expert at sucking cock, even at this stage which is only barely past foreplay. If Miss $Gray ‘s cock were real, you’re sure she’d be moaning in pleasure. “Good slut. Now it’s your turn again, $name . This is your chance to show off just how good you are at sucking cock.”\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 1>>She walks over to you and $Ash , and she demands you both kneel down to get ready for an hour of throat fucking. “I think I’ll start with you, the airhead bimbo.” $Gray2 stands in front of your friend, and orders her to take the head of the cock into her mouth. She silently complies. You figure that your teacher is only starting with her because of her relationship with you and her hatred of $Ash . While you ponder this, your kneeling friend has teased the hell out of the cock, and the tip of it is glistening with saliva under the fluorescent lights. “Now, the sissy’s turn.” $Gray2 pulls out and slowly wanders over to you, letting the head of the dick now rest at your lips. Looking up, you see that she is looking right into your eyes, trying to encourage you, but maybe there’s also an apology somewhere in there for making you do this. “Get the rest of it nice and wet.” As compliantly as $Ash did, you obediently go about your task. First, you drool over the dildo, lubricating the shaft. To spread the spit around, you lick back and forth, upwards and downwards on the shaft. You take sections of it into your mouth, and suck the phallus as best you can. It’s hard to know if you did well, but $Gray2 doesn’t complain, and soon enough, she returns to standing in front of $Ash . “Come on, whore. Give me the best you’ve got.” A little more hesitant this time, $Ash still does as she’s told. You watch as the cock head disappears into her mouth, then the shaft, and then the base of it. It’s incredible to watch it up close like this, and she shows no signs of struggling. She doesn’t cough or choke or gag, she just keeps going up and down on the plastic cock, showing off her plentiful skills. And though your teacher can’t feel the dick, if she could, you imagine she would be moaning in pleasure right now. Instead, however, the main thing $Gray2 looks to feel is annoyance. Presumably, she wanted $Ash to suffer, but her talent at sucking cock precludes that. Very quickly, your teacher returns to you. “Now, it’s your turn, sissy. Show me how good you are at sucking cock.”\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 0>>She slowly meanders over to you, before demanding you get on your knees. When you do, the hard cock’s hole is pointed right at your lips. “Firstly, suck the head. Tease him a little.” With a little hesitance, you do as you’re told, taking the dry tip into your wet mouth, and circling the head of the knob with your tongue. After a couple of minutes, Miss $Gray seems satisfied, or perhaps bored. “Good. Now, lubricate the rest of it from the side.” Encouraged from the minor compliment, you swivel your neck so that your head is at a better angle to suck the cock. You drool over it, and use your tongue to spread the saliva more thoroughly. You suck parts of it selectively, as though you were eating corn. It doesn’t take long before Miss $Gray decides you’re done again. She pulls out, and looks down on you menacingly. “Good job, but that means nothing if you can’t actually take it. Show me how well you suck cock, sissy!”<</if>> [img[Images/Suck 1G.gif]] Like a well trained whore, you envelop the entire body of the hard cock in your mouth. The rim of the head plunges deep into your mouth, past your tongue and straight down your eager throat. It’s hard to take it all at first, but your dominant Mistress gives you no choice in it happening, and how aggressively it does either. In between the sloppy sounds of saliva slapping the silicone, your teacher yells encouragingly humiliating things at you, like “slut” and “cock hungry whore.” And even though the dildo isn’t the biggest in terms of length or girth, you’re certain it’s leaving a visible imprint in your throat. [img[Images/Suck 5G.gif]] It’s hard to tell how long the intense blowjob goes on for, but <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>>eventually decides you’ve had enough. Her sudden pulling out leaves you gasping for air. <<if $Home is 4>>After that though, $Ash is in for an even rougher pounding. It’s clear that your teacher doesn’t consider the training of her as important as yours is, as she shoves the dick down her throat before $Ash can take a preemptive breath, and she doesn’t give intermittent words of encouragement either. Your teacher is trying to hurt $Ash , but her deep throat and desire to piss off her oral abuser means she won’t shed a tear.<</if>> <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>> takes off the strap on, tossing it onto the ground. She then returns to her desk, not uttering another word. <<if $ExposeAsh is 1>>$Ash and you simply sit there, still as rocks, unsure of what to do, but certain that leaving would enrage your teacher.<<else>>Unsure of what to do, you simply remain still.<</if>> When the hour comes to an end, your teacher acknowledges your presence once more, dismissing you. [[12-3d<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $SuckS to $SuckS + 1, $L to $L + 1]]

<<if $L gt 10>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>\ You get ready to utilize the vibration function installed in your chastity cage to get some sexual pleasure. <<if $CumS gt 9>><<set $L to $L + 2>>You load up some videos of people being depraved sluts for cum, both men and women, just like you’ve been. The way they take cum on their face makes it look like an art. When women get hit with a load of cum on their breasts, it’s a glorious addition to their tits, and when the men deepthroat a throbbing 8 inches down without choking, you can’t help but be envious of the lucky recipient. And watching these videos have given you new ideas for how to be sexy when swallowing a load of cum. No matter how big the load is, the slut always keeps their eyes on the face of the blowjob recipient, even if a rogue splash of cum shoots its way into their eye, or it lands in their hair. [img[Images/P - VC Cum.jpg]]\ <<elseif $AnalS gt 9>><<set $L to $L + 2>>You load up a multitude of whores taking it in the back door. Whether it’s man on man, or any other combination, it’s irresistibly provocative to you. When the women take it, their screams are often hard to distinguish pain from pleasure, but they still keep fucking the cock if they’re riding it, or opening their asshole further if they’re doing it doggy style. Once upon a time, you wouldn’t have been able to understand their pleasure, but now, you’re envious of them. And if a man is taking it, they’re even bigger sluts, actively begging to be pounded harder and faster. As for the fucker themselves, they’re getting just as much sexual pleasure from it, whether it’s a man having to hold back from cumming inside a tight little hole, or a woman enjoying making a twink feel small and weak. [img[Images/P - VC Anal.jpg]]\ <<elseif $SuckS gt 9>><<set $L to $L + 2>>You eagerly load a bunch of videos of men, women and sissies gagging on hard cocks. As you watch them, you do your best to envisage yourself as the dick sucker, with mascara running down your face from your watering eyes as you try to ignore your gag reflex stopping you from giving and receiving this sacred pleasure. As fun as it is to suck on a strapon of a powerful woman, there’s something about blowing a real cock that’s the ultimate pleasure. The heat of it, the weight of it in a mouth, what’s inside the balls. It simply does not compare. [img[Images/P - VC Suck.jpg]]\ <<elseif $FootFetish gt 9>><<set $L to $L + 2>>You load up a multitude of pictures of hot feet belonging to hot women. But you’re not interested in them - it’s what’s at the bottom of their legs that does. Be they encased in socks, hosiery, shoes, or simply nude, they’re irresistible to you. But the videos are even hotter. Videos of women licking each other’s feet, or teasing you with a flash of bare foot before covering it back up with a sock, or giving men footjobs, or tauntingly rubbing a chastised cock, or even simply videos of women wearing sandals in public. It’s all incredibly tantalizing. [img[Images/P - VC Feet.jpg]]\ <<else>><<set $L to $L + 1>>You load up a collection of several pornos that used to do it for you, but they’re all relatively tame compared to what you fantasize now. Men forcing their dick down a woman’s mouth, or in their vagina, or in their asshole. It’s all the same after so many cum filled tissues discarded from this type of thing. It simply isn’t a turn on like it once was. [img[Images/P - VC Sex.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $L lt 2>><<set $S to $S + 1>>The vibrations stir to life like promised, but with how little you actually need sexual satisfaction right now, it’s more uncomfortable than relieving. It’s almost like continuing to masturbate after you’ve already cum. There’s no pleasure to be had from this, not from the lowest of minor vibrations, nor the most offensive cage shaking rhythms. In the end, you give up long before you would like to.\ <<elseif $L lt 5>><<set $S to $S + 1>>The vibrations stir to life like promised, and they quickly prove to be tantalizing, if a little painful thanks to your relatively low libido. The lower levels of vibrations are certainly more pleasurable than not, but you can’t say the same thing when you turn up the level. It works for a little while, but eventually, you just give up. You’re not turned on enough for this, and it’s working less and less the more you try to force it.\ <<elseif $L lt 8>>The vibrations stir to life like promised, and they quickly prove to be tantalizing, even on the most minimal of settings. It’s the most care your penis has had with any consistency in a long, long time. After enough time on the lowest settings, you up the power of the vibrations, and they’re even more stimulating, causing moans to slip out from your mouth with little regard. It just feels too good. But not quite enough to push you even that close to the edge of being able to cum. You stay at the same point of limbo - able to achieve immense pleasure from it, but unable to cum and release all those feelings built up.\ <<elseif $L lt 10>>The vibrations stir to life like promised, and they prove to be immediately gratifying, causing a gleeful response inside your chastity cage. Even on the lowest of settings, it results in almost a sense of nirvana. But there’s still a desire in you - a desire to cum. So you up the level of vibrations, skipping past the middle ones and straight to the highest possible power. All thoughts are truly out of your mind now. There’s no worrying about being in chastity, or your ongoing feminization. The only thing you want is to cum. To cum and release an epic torrent of semen from inside your cage. And you’re sure that’s about to happen, after just one more second or moment. Surely you’ll finally get your deserved release, right? After an hour, you give up. You were so close, but tomorrow never comes, and neither do you. You turned your libido up to max just like you did the vibrations, but nothing good came of it.\ <<elseif $L gt 9>><<set $L to 2, $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1, $S to $S - 3>>The vibrations stir to life like promised, and they prove to be immediately gratifying, causing a dramatic display of arousal in your cage. After just a couple of seconds on the lowest of settings, you’re leaking precum out of the small hole. As heavenly as it feels, you want to finally cum even more, so you switch the power to the max and let your body do what happens naturally. Your face lifts up to the sky, and your open mouth blindly moans in pleasure and your closed eyes don’t need any material. This is enough. You’re on the edge, like you’ve never been before, just moments away from cumming. The cum shoots out in aggressive bursts of cathartic release, emptying your balls. When you finally recover from the experience, you clean up the mess created inside and around your chastity cage, and reflect on what this means. It feels like you finally beat your situation. You were never supposed to cum inside of your chastity cage. You were only allowed the vibrator function because it should have been impossible, but you did it. A smile forms across your face.<</if>> [[Room 3/4<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $House to 2>>\ <<set $Priority to 0>>\ <<set $App to 1>>\ <<set $Sleepwear to 0>>\ [img[Images/Posters 1.jpg]] You’ve just finished getting dressed when Miss $Gray begins a random inspection of your room. She’s certainly not trying to be quiet, but also isn’t deliberately trying to get your attention. Her attention, at this hour of the day, seems to be more aimed at the decor of your bedroom. And her scoffing at your current posters and pictures suggest she’s less than impressed. After almost a lap of her silent derision, she turns to your bedding. “Incredible. After all my time training you, I thought some of that would have bled into your home life. Sadly not, it seems.” $Hannah is standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. “What are you going to do about it?” “What WE are going to do, dear, is completely redecorate this man-shack, or at the least, oversee it. A day out is in order, come on you two.” You dumbly follow your teacher and your step sister out of the room and then house, and into Miss $Gray ‘s car, with the two women sitting in the front, leaving you in the back. [[House 1b<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

You eventually arrive at an expansive retail park featuring several huge department stores. The trio of you, $Hannah and Miss $Gray exit the vehicle and head inside one of the massive shops. “So what exactly are we looking for?” “Some new decorations for her walls for a start. Any girly pictures with love hearts and butterflies, posters with boy bands on, or even film banners of chick flicks. That type of thing.” <<if $Home is 1>>Disappointingly, you find all of those things in great supply, and the trolley which you’re made to push quickly begins to be filled. Any chance you get to stir the chaotic duo away to a less feminine aisle, you take, but it never ends in success. $Hannah keeps suggesting new items, and Miss $Gray compliments her on a good idea, before adding the humiliating item to the pile.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>Thankfully, all the things your teacher looks for are here. You’re not glad for the items themselves, but more that Mistress $Ash might one day see them adorning the walls in your room, and be proud of you for having such a feminine sense of decor. Especially after that surprise visit when she told $Hannah about your true nature. With the happiness of that though, is the sad realization that your Mistress would do a far better job of selecting things for you than these two.<</if>> “What next honey?” “Bedding. She shouldn’t have any sheets that aren’t pink. Think of all the sweet dreams such a sweet sissy would have in bedding that cute.” Just as the posters, the items your teacher wants are plentiful. And as she loads them into the trolley, you’re hit with the realization of just how girly they are. Not just feminine, but //girly//. It’s remarkable that they make blankets and duvets for adults that look like they’re more suitable for baby girls, but they do, and Miss $Gray insists that only they will do. Several hours go by with that same revelation reappearing every time. If something can be feminine to the greatest of degrees, it’s here, and coming home with you. [[House 1c<-Continue][$H to $H + 5]]

“Is that the last bag?” You collapse, unable to give a response. After arriving home, Miss $Gray insisted that you unload every single purchase and took it to your room. Single Handedly. $Hannah looked on with a gaze almost resembling sympathy, but Miss $Gray recognised it very quickly, and assured her it was necessary for you to be the best sissy you can be for both of them. “Get your breath back, sissy. Your day’s far from over yet. Who do you think is going to be doing the redecorating?” Miss $Gray cackles as she leaves, $Hannah silently following behind her. After getting your breath back, you look around at the room you’ve come to love. Your room. Your room that Miss $Gray wants to destroy. And you’ve got no choice but to do it for her. A quiet tear slides pitifully down your face as you tear down your old posters. Memorabilia of awesome movies, kickass games and amazing bands get ripped in two and tossed in the trash. Joining them is your old bedding. Blue, black and red sheets and covers are all thrown away. Even white isn’t good enough for your teacher. Then, you set about replacing it all. You hang up your new pictures, and replace the bedding. Your new pink lampshade switches places with the old, non pink one. Your new pink laundry basket switches places with the old, non pink one. The same goes for your rug and curtains. [img[Images/Posters 2.jpg]] When that’s done, you collapse again. $Hannah looks on from the doorway. “She really is intent on this, isn’t she?” You glance up from your prone position. “This is what she’s like with everything.” “I had no idea she was so…extreme, $name .” Briefly, you consider begging $Hannah to dissuade Miss $Gray from your feminization, to let you have your old life back. But you know your teacher is too committed, and her hooks are too far into $Hannah for her to care that much. If anything, Miss $Gray would continue onwards even faster at the whiff of you trying to escape this. “Well, that’s your girlfriend.” Approaching footsteps end the conversation, not like you had much more to say anyway. “I’m impressed $name . You really have a great eye for such feminine things, doesn’t she babe?” “Yeah.” “But you just didn’t do it with the right…je ne sais quoi. Which is why it’s time we finally gave you this!” Your slumped head looks up once more to Miss $Gray , and the item she’s holding. The black and white monstrosity barely looks to be the size of the sluttiest of dresses, and the flared bottom means it’s sure to give everyone a view of your panties. She places the maid uniform neatly on top of your new pink bed, right next to you. It’s even shorter up close. “I know what such a good maid like you is thinking, and no, it’s a gift, you don’t have to pay me back. But naturally I’ll expect you to wear it whenever you do your chores - just like a proper maid would.” Miss $Gray almost squeals in happiness. “She’s going to look so precious in it, won’t she, $Hannah ?” “Yeah, I hope she will, Julia.” “What?” The two women look at you, momentarily confused. “What a silly ditz you are, $name . Did you really forget that I actually have a first name?” “Well…no…I just…never thought about it.” “Well, the name’s Julia $Gray . But if you ever call me that, $Hannah will have to stop me from spanking your butt down to the bone. Do you understand?” “Yes…Miss $Gray.” “Good sissy. Now, come on $Hannah , we’ve wasted far too much time today training this slut.” She leads your step sister away, leaving you alone in your new bedroom, with your new uniform. Yet another uniform Miss $Gray will enforce in your life. [[House 1d<-Continue][$H to $H + 5]]

Miss $Gray ‘s first name: <<textbox "$Gray2" "Julia">> [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$Maid1 to 1]]

<<set $H to 9>>\ <<set $House to 3, $HousePurse to 0, $Tidy to 1>>\ <<set $CK to [3, 0, 5]>>\ <<set $CL[2] to 21>>\ “These pictures are so much better, aren’t they honey?” “Yeah…they’re so girly.” <<if $ChoresPunish gt 0>>You enter your room to find your two housemates yet again inspecting the quality of it. Now, rather than critiquing it, Miss $Gray is boasting about her selection in decorations. Dread of her doing something similar this Saturday quickly fills your body.\ <<else>>You awaken to find your two housemates yet again inspecting the quality of your room. Now, rather than critiquing it, Miss $Gray is boasting about her selection in decorations. Dread of her doing something similar this Saturday quickly fills your body.<</if>> “Ah, she’s finally awake.” In response to your stirring, your teacher marches over to your closet, and picks out the maid outfit, tossing it on your bed. A pair of black heels join it, bouncing off your body. “Get up and get dressed girl, we’ve got a busy day ahead.” Naturally, you do as you’re told, and slip the items on. [img[Images/Short maid dress.png]] You’re still shaking off the interrupted slumber while you’re standing in the hallway in your uniform, waiting for Miss $Gray and $Hannah to finish preparing upstairs, but that’s when you see the girl’s handbags in the hallway. [img[Images/Handbag steal.jpg]] There doesn’t seem to be any point in actually stealing from them, especially when you wouldn’t be surprised if your authoritarian teacher did a spot inspection of the house to search for any prohibited masculine things, but it could help you out right now. Undoubtedly, Miss $Gray wants to buy something humiliating for you. By removing both of their purses from their handbags, you might be able to thwart her plan, at least for today. [[House 2b<-Leave the purses alone][$HousePurse to 0]] [[House 2b<-Hide the purses][$HousePurse to 1, $S to $S + 2]]

<<if $S gt 9>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ <<if $HousePurse is 0>>You opt to leave the purses alone, primarily out of fear that Miss $Gray might figure out how they went missing.\ <<elseif $HousePurse is 1>>Quickly after a swift glance around, you scurry into their expensive and small handbags, and root out their purses, hiding them in two of the girl’s respective coats. Hopefully, they will find them afterwards and curse themselves for having left them behind.<</if>> $Hannah meets you downstairs as you await your teacher. “Do you know what she’s planning today?” “She clued me in a little. It’s something that should help with your training, as she puts it.” $Hannah really seems to have taken on the role of the teachers’ assistant. She seems as much a victim of Miss $Gray ‘s spontaneity as you are. “That’s all that she cared to tell you?” She gives you a stern look, though not a verbal scorning. “$Gray2 does care about me, $name , even if we’ve only known each other since you started Farrix. She cares about you too, you just don’t like how she shows it.” You silently scoff. After sojourning in the hallway, the three of you leave and enter Miss $Gray ‘s car. [[House 2c<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

[img[Images/Car interior.jpg]] The car ride is as strange as it was last time. Miss $Gray , despite being the decisive authority figure here, isn’t afraid to show $Hannah affection, while your step sister doesn’t quite seem fond of displaying that type of thing in front of you. She’s not quickly adapting to the role of being a Mistress to you, and while you’ve not been privy to it, you’re sure Miss $Gray has given her more than a few pointers to her about how to be more dominant with you. “So where’s the first stop?” “A hosiery boutique. I need to introduce our sissy to one of her new chores.” You and Miss $Gray make eye contact in the rear view mirror. “But I actually think it’s one she will enjoy, not that her enjoyment in her tasks is important though, is it, honey?” “Right.” You arrive at a sprawling car park close by to a retail district. You typically have no reason to come to this part of the city. The mall has all your needs, while the shops here are more specific, and a lot more expensive. To top it off, this area’s a lot further away. As the car comes to a halt, you suddenly remember your attire. You would have thought it would be hard to be more humiliated than you are wearing a dress, but Miss $Gray found a way thanks to your maid outfit. Once the two women in the front exit, you know there’s no escaping this. <<if $Home is 1>>With a heavy gulp, you leave the car, not wanting to give either of them a reason to make more of a scene that your look alone creates.<<elseif $Home is 2>>You really don’t want to get out in your humiliating dress, but there’s one thing at the forefront of your mind inspiring you: Mistress $Ash . If she heard about you doing this, she would undoubtedly be impressed. Maybe you might even see her today!<</if>> [[House 2d<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $HouseHosiery to 0>>\ [img[Images/High street.jpg]] You’re walking a long time with Miss $Gray and $Hannah through the busy Saturday streets of one of the liveliest parts of the city. In other words, hundreds of people are watching you plod in your antiquated outfit behind two very attractive women. They’ve all noticed you, no matter how much they try to hide their blatant staring. Your teacher leads the way. Your step sister occasionally looks behind to make sure you’re still following. You’re left like a third wheel friend, marching behind them, unable to contribute to the conversation. Mercifully, you eventually arrive at the promised location. The specialist hosiery store only has a couple other customers in it, but they have more than enough products to look at. There’s racks upon racks of hosiery ranging from fairly cheap to extortionate, though even the discount section is more than you would consider spending on stockings. Evidently, this is where Miss $Gray gets all her hosiery, or at least in other shops like it. [img[Images/Hosiery store event.jpg]] Your teacher and $Hannah split, going in their own directions to look at all the items. This shop seems as new to you as it is to your step sister. Looking around, you decide where to go. [[House 2e<-Follow your teacher][$HouseHosiery to 1]] [[House 2e<-Follow your step sister][$HouseHosiery to 2]] [[House 2e<-Wander alone][$HouseHosiery to 3]]

<<if $HouseHosiery is 1>>You dash to keep up with your teacher, who has navigated her way over to a section dedicated to stockings. “An amazing selection they have, don’t you agree?” “There’s a lot more here than there is in Satin Diva, I suppose.” “That’s not a terrible stop for pantyhose and such things, but there’s something so much more artful about a shop like this. It’s the care and respect for hosiery they have that makes me keep coming back. To compare the stockings here to the ones there is like buying wine straight from the vineyard compared to the supermarket. It may look the same, but it’s in appearance only.” You instinctively balk at the price after inspecting a box of stockings. “But how can they be so expensive?” Miss $Gray almost laughs. “How can you put a price on the DaVinci’s Mona Lisa? Van Gogh’s Starry Night? Shakespeare’s Hamlet? No price can ever reflect the love of the artist. 60$ for a pair of stockings is a shadow of what they’re truly worth.”\ <<elseif $HouseHosiery is 2>>You dart to catch up to $Hannah , who’s inspecting some pantyhose. “There sure is a lot, isn’t there $name ?” “Who really needs this much hosiery?” $Hannah giggles slightly, and lowers her voice to a whisper. “Don’t let $Gray2 hear you say that. You should see her collection back at home.” Looking to check if Miss $Gray is in hearing range, you laugh a little too. “I think she’d just about kill me if I tried to sneak a look in her underwear drawer.” “Haha, you’re probably right. Forget I said anything.” Her attention returns to the pantyhose. “Which do you prefer? Pantyhose or stockings?” “I’d pro…” “See, I tend to go for pantyhose. I just think they’re easier, you know? You don’t have to worry about them falling down, or about the tops being visible under a skirt. But $Gray2 seems to prefer stockings. I’ll admit, they’re sexier, and they look more demanding of power, but they’re just not my style as much. She keeps encouraging me to wear them more though.” She groans quietly. Her eyes look at you, as if she’s suddenly remembering who she’s talking to. She doesn’t continue the conversation.\ <<elseif $HouseHosiery is 3>>Heading in a direction less traveled, at least regarding Miss $Gray and $Hannah , you find yourself in a section filled with more unique hosiery. “Bodystockings” are what the signs call them, and they certainly do look enticing. They come in so many different patterns and styles and colors, all of them seemingly more bizarre than the last. Most of them look to be in a fishnet design, but then reveal themselves to be somewhat floral - a bizarre mix of sexy fishnets and cute flowers. Half of them have an open crotch, and most of them barely cover the breasts at all. There are even some designed for men, with a sheath designed to envelop a penis. Thanks to the nature of nylon, it probably wouldn’t matter if the man was erect or not. [img[Images/P - Body stocking 1.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Body stocking 2.jpg]] “So, you like the bodystockings?” Miss $Gray silently moved next to you, observing the same sight. “I always found them to be too impractical for everyday wear.” She groans after picking up one of the packages. “And these designs. They’re uglier than the worst Christmas jumpers. How could anyone think these trashy fishnets look good? If you ever turn up to Farrix in something like this, it’s detention for a week.”<</if>> After looking around some more, the three of you meet up again. And even though none of you have bought anything, Miss $Gray seems content. As you’re walking once more on the high street, with the people still staring at you in your outfit, she decides to clue you in on why this journey was important. “Quite simply $name , you have too much free time on your hands. That free time should be dedicated to your duties as a maid, including new chores me and $Hannah will be setting for you. And since my time is much more valuable than yours, from now on, you’ll be getting my hosiery for me. Every week.” //Well, there are certainly worse things to have to do// “And you’ll be wearing that uniform while doing it.” [[House 2f<-Continue]]

After a while more of following Miss $Gray ‘s footsteps, you arrive at a large store, one that seems to be specialized in cleaning supplies. Strolling with the affectionate pair, you see shelves full of all kinds of bleaches and detergents. There’s whole aisles dedicated to sponges. Certain ones for certain surfaces that supposedly can’t have their roles crossed. And past them are all the mops and buckets, both somehow with the same stringent criteria for usage. [img[Images/Cleaning store.jpg]] The entire journey, your teacher has been filling a trolley with all the items you’ve seen and more. Most of them she doesn’t even care to read the labels of. She just swipes them by the armful into the trolley as though she were trying to tidy her desk up of papers at school by pushing them into a trash can. By the time you’ve circled the store, the items are almost spilling over the side of it. “Can you believe I actually caught $Hannah cleaning the kitchen the other day? It’s your job as the maid to do that. So that’s another task we can add to your log - and if I ever catch your lovely step sister doing that again, it’ll be you who are punished.” “Right” $Hannah adds “and that’s why we’re doing all this shopping. So that it’s easier for you.” “Not because it’s easier love, but because it makes her a better maid.” <<if $HousePurse is 0>>Miss $Gray pays for all of it without an issue, even after hearing the daunting price. In a single day, she’s spent more on cleaning supplies than you have in your entire life. After arriving home, your teacher again forces you to unload the car by yourself, and then to sort the goods into the respective cupboards. Following that though, she seems content with her torment for the day, and she leaves you alone. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 5, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $HousePurse is 1>>[[House 2 Stole a<-Continue]]<</if>>

“That’ll be 149.87$” Miss $Gray reaches into her handbag, expecting to find her purse. She maintains a calm demeanor, but as she begins to look inside her bag, she tries to hide the fact that she's startled by realizing it’s not there. “It seems I left my purse at home. $Hannah , looks like you’ll have to pay.” She looks in her own bag, rummages around for a moment, before coming to the same conclusion. “Sorry, it seems I forgot mine too.” Your teacher ponders the situation for a moment. Your step sister, however, is staring right at you. With this manufactured embarrassing situation, you could offer to pay instead. The two women would surely appreciate it, at the great expense of your own funds. <<if $I gt 149>>[[House 2 Stole pay<-Pay yourself][$I to $I - 150, $HannahR to $HannahR + 1]]<<else>>You don’t have enough money to do that.<</if>> [[House 2 Stole Left Behind<-Don’t intervene]]

<<set $GrayR to $GrayR + 1>>\ “Don’t worry, I’ll pay for it!” You fake a smile and hand the cashier the necessary money. “Thank you $name , that was an embarrassing situation. I’ve no idea where my purse went.” “Yeah…it’s a complete mystery.” The three of you return to the car and pack the bags full of all the shopping inside. After arriving home, Miss $Gray , perhaps as a sign of appreciation, even helps you unload the purchased goods. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 5, $S to $S + 2]]\

“That is weird.” Miss $Gray laughs slightly, trying to dispel the awkwardness. “I know” she turns to $Hannah “let’s go take these back to the car and get the money from there.” //Since when does she keep money in her car?// The two women dash off, with the promise of oncoming money, using you as a temporary replacement until they return. You’re left uncomfortably trying not to make eye contact with the cashier. Out of your peripheral vision, you think she’s similarly agonized. “That’s…a nice dress.” “Thanks.” [[House 2 Left Behind b<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

It’s been a painful hour since you were left behind at the store. 10 minutes after your abandonment, you were brought into the manager’s office, but he’s still absent handling some ambiguous task. You’re pitfully left admiring the generic decorations in his office, including framed paintings and framed pictures of his family, which show him to be a man of stocky stature, with a seemingly happy family complete with a pair of children. There’s a large tank of fish against one of the walls, who all look on absentmindedly. [img[Images/Fish 1.jpg]] It’s as you’re giving all the fish names that the manager finally walks in. “I’m sorry about the wait” he pauses to take in your attire, which he doesn’t even try to be subtle in doing. “Well, let’s see how we can resolve this little issue. I’m told your friends left you here to pay for a total of 150$ worth of goods. Is that right?” You silently nod. “And I don’t suppose you have a phone on you to call them?” You silently shake your head side to side. “I suppose we’ll have to do this a bit differently then.” He pulls a tiny dangling string to close the blinds, which was the only means of visibility outside of the room. He removes his blazer before heavily dropping his butt down in his desk chair, opposite you. Without uttering another word, he makes it clear what he desires. One hand loosens his tie, and then unbuckles his belt and undoes his zipper. He slides backwards in his chair, giving you ample room to get in front of him. You put yourself in this situation, and now you’ve got no choice but to do as he asks, unless you want a trip to a police station. <<if $Home is 1>>Resigned, you do as silently commanded, kneeling down in front of the exposed crotch, and it’s growing phallus.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Your small sense of disgust is quickly overridden by the sight of Mistress $Ash standing behind the manager, as if this was her idea. A cruel smile gives you all the incentive you need to do as her invisible presence commands, and you kneel in front of the man’s penis.<</if>> As though desks weren’t designed for this type of thing, your head can barely fit between the hard cock and the desk. Multiple times just getting into this position you banged your skull, but the administrator doesn’t seem to care. Slowly leaning in, you start to suck on the head of his dick. It’s warm, disgustingly so. And at this range, you’re also noticing the stench. <<if $Home is 1>>Should you ever earn your freedom from your chastity cage, you promise that no girl going down on you will ever have to suffer through gross head like you are.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Hearing $Ash ‘s voice in your head now, you’re encouraged to keep going. //This man has such a great cock, and I love pleasing it! Not like my pathetic clitty deserves to be locked forever so that I can keep pleasing cock!//<</if>> Then, you lubricate the rest of the cock from the side, drooling over it like a horny slut daydreaming over dick. <<if $Home is 1>>The penis isn’t much nicer from this angle.<<elseif $Home is 2>> //Mmmm. This penis tastes so good, I want it back in my mouth//<</if>> <<if $Home is 1>>Finally, you subject yourself to sucking the cock in its entirety, and this is when its foul demeanor truly hits you. Everytime you deepthroat it your nose gets tangled in the out of control forest of pubic hair the man has probably never considered shaving. You try to suppress the need to gag and retreat as best you can\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>Finally, you can allow yourself to do what you were made for. You take the cock in your eager mouth in its entirety, going back and forth like the whore you are. “Good girl, keep going.” Mistress $Ash ‘s words inspire you like no else’s can, and you mumble a thank you, but the man doesn’t understand, either because your mouth is full or he’s experiencing too much pleasure to care. //Thank you for showing me this pleasure, Mistress $Ash// //Thank you for showing me the slut for cock that I am, Mistress $Ash// //Thank you for sh…//<</if>> “Sir, did you sort out that creep in the maid o…” The abrupt opening of the door doesn’t stop you from carrying on, but the manager does seem to care. “Damnit Jenine, how many times do I have to tell you to not barge in here?!” He lobs a computer mouse from his desk at the direction of the door, startling the woman and scaring her away. Then, his moans pick back up. It doesn’t take much longer for the man’s pleasure to culminate without any kind of warning from him. <<if $Home is 1>>It begins with a spasming movement strongest at the tip, a portent of the blast of cum which shoots out of the man’s dick. But he holds your head in place, forcing you down as deep as you can go. It’s whilst you’re gagging like this that the semen shoots down your throat, and perhaps thankfully, you barely taste it since it mainly skips your mouth and goes straight inside your body.<<elseif $Home is 2>>It begins with a spasming movement strongest at the tip, a portent of the blast of cum which shoots out of the man’s dick. But he holds your head in place, not as though he needed to, forcing you down as deep as you can go. It’s whilst you’re gagging like this that the semen shoots down your throat, and sadly, you barely taste it since it mainly skips your mouth and goes straight inside your body.<</if>> [[House 2 Left Behind c<-Continue]]

<<if $Home is 2>><<set $L to $L + 2>><</if>>\ <<if $L gt 9>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>\ It’s eerily still in the office. You don’t want to move though you have finished what the manager wanted you to do, but he continues to silently bask in his post orgasmic bliss. The violent sound of a phone breaks the quite. “Yeah, what is it?” “Damnit, again?” He slams the phone back down. “I swear, these idiots would light this place on fire if I wasn’t around.” He stands up from his chair, grabs his blazer and heads out of the office, presumably allowing you to leave. Slowly, with aching knees, you return to your feet and adjust your dress. The lingering taste of cock is still distractingly present in your mouth, but you decide it’s time to go home. You look back once more at the fish tank. Behind their gormless countenance, you joke that maybe they're judging you for being a whore. [img[Images/Fish 2.jpg]] <<if $Home is 1>>//Stupid fish. What do you know anyway?//<<elseif $Home is 2>>//How did they know?//<</if>> The walk home is more humiliating now. Even though it’s darker, people still have good enough visibility of you to stare and mock, and it stings more without 2 powerful women to hide behind. When you do finally arrive home, neither Miss $Gray nor $Hannah seem to care. They don’t mention having left you behind with the bill, nor the fact you seem annoyed at them. The only thing your teacher feels the need to say is that all the goods your sucking of cock got you are still in the car, and that you need to unload them. You do that without a complaint, thankful to be finally able to relax and make the most out of the rest of your Saturday. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S + 3]]

<<set $Tidy to 2>>\ <<set $WeekChores to $WeekChores + 1>>\ <<if $LatexCleaningGloves is 0>><<set $I to $I + 10>><<else>><<set $I to $I + 20>><</if>>\ [img[Images/Kitchen.jpg]] As per Miss $Gray ‘s instructions, you prepare the cleaning items needed to tidy up the house, and ensure your uniform is prim and proper, lest you be caught with a misaligned apron by Miss $Gray . <<if $ChoresPunish gt 9>><<set $S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1>>Similarly, you lock the cuffs around your ankles, and brace as the clamps are applied to your nipples.<<elseif $ChoresPunish gt 2>>Similarly, you make sure the ankle cuffs required to be around your ankles are locked on, forcing your steps to be just as meek as your teacher is training you to be.<</if>> [img[Images/Cleaning Kitchen.jpg]] Today, you have to work on the kitchen, which is prone to becoming messy by its very nature. There’s an expansive collection of crumbs and stains on the countertop from various meals, and there’s several days’ worth of dirty dishes piled high in the sink. Ever since $Hannah began seeing you as a maid for improving her life, she’s been more prone to leave such messes out and to rely on you to clean them. Miss $Gray was that way from the day she moved in. <<if $SpiceRack is 0>>You start by clearing the counter tops, putting the items that have been left out back in their intended housing, starting with the stray bottles of seasoning, which Miss $Gray always insists must be back in alphabetical order. Once that’s done, you wipe the counter surfaces down, displacing the crumbs to the floor and going back over the tops a second time so that it has a fresh look like it just came from the store.\ <<elseif $SpiceRack is 1>>You start by clearing the counter tops, putting the items that have been left out back in their intended housing, starting with the stray bottles of seasoning, which Miss $Gray always insists must be back in alphabetical order. Fortunately, your prior preparation for having a tidy kitchen makes that task much easier. Once that’s done, you wipe the counter surfaces down, displacing the crumbs to the floor and going back over the tops a second time so that it has a fresh look like it just came from the store.<</if>> [img[Images/Salt.jpg]] After that, you spend time on the less important stuff that your teacher still checks regardless. The cutlery drawer must be returned to its proper organized state. Even a steak knife in the butter knife section is resulting in her verbal scorn, or perhaps worse. Similarly, the glass cabinet absolutely must be arranged with the tallest glasses at the back and descend to the shortest ones at the front. And if two glasses share the same height, she prefers that girthier ones be placed to the right. And of course, they must all be stored upside down. Mugs have much of the same rules. [img[Images/Cutlery.jpg]] Then, you begin work on the floor, starting with brushing up all the mess and depositing it into a dustpan, which is then emptied into the trash, which begins your next task. After a strong whiff of the scent created from a week of garbage, you tie the top of the black bags and dispose of them accordingly. Once you replace them, you start to repair the stained floor. A boiling kettle of steaming water is poured into a mop bucket, which you use to eradicate the accumulated grime existing on the floor. [img[Images/Maid WalkG.gif]] After hours of hard work, you proudly reflect on your completed task. Not only does this give Miss $Gray one less thing to complain about, it also results in a rush of dopamine, making you feel proud of the time put in. <<if $ChoresPunish gt 2 and $SpiceRack is 0>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 5, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $ChoresPunish lt 3 and $SpiceRack is 1>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $ChoresPunish lt 3 and $SpiceRack is 0>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 4, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $ChoresPunish gt 2 or $SpiceRack is 1>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 4, $S to $S + 2]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 9>>\ <<set $House to 4>><<set $C7 to 5>>\ <<if $FFeet is 1>><<set $FeetFetish to $FootFetish + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $ChoresPunish gt 0>>You awaken to two women kicking your kennel, and devastatingly, it's not a pair of strangers, but your teacher and step sister. They drag you out and make you follow them inside the house upstairs.\ <<else>>You’re barely dressed when Miss $Gray storms in without knocking first, and begins fumbling around your vanity table, fiddling with the multitude of things collected on it. She doesn’t seem too impressed. <</if>> <<if $RedNP is 1>>”I’m glad you have a red shade of nail polish at least.”<<elseif $RedNP is 0>>”Not even a red nail polish? I’m incredibly disappointed.”<</if>> Her attention for the first time today now turns to you. “Come sissy, me and $Hannah have a use for you.” You accompany her to the living room, where your step sister is already relaxing on the couch. It’s only now you realize the rather casual way they’re both dressed. That’s not to say that you’ve finally seen your teacher out of a dress, but it’s a much more relaxed look today. The same can be said of $Hannah . There’s a collection of makeup and vials of nail polish on the table. Miss $Gray shuts the door behind you. [img[Images/Mani pedi.jpg]] “This idea for a new chore was $Hannah ‘s idea, wasn’t it honey?” “Right. $Gray2 didn’t think you’d be good enough at this, but I told her to have more confidence in you.” “I’m at least willing to let you try. You see, we have quite the date planned. But $Hannah suggested we make you help us get ready. When I said there’s no way I’m letting you see me undressed, she assured me that it would only be for our makeup and nails.” Miss $Gray sits down next to her on the couch, before pointing at the bottles of nail polish that’s gathered on the table. "I’ll have a shade of red. I’ll test your judgment and let you pick which.” “And I’ll have a shade of black.” “Feet and hands, sissy.” You pick two appropriate shades from the collection - a red one called “Bloody Murder” and a black one labeled “Sooted Up”. But after checking the nails of the two women, you realize you’ll still have to remove their old polish. You silently sigh. Starting with Miss $Gray first, you hold her naked feet in your hands, and with a cotton pad soaked in acetone, delicately rub away the remnants of nail polish. Then, you do the same for her hands. Unsurprisingly, the color that was present before was also red. You do the same with $Hannah , who’s old choice in polish was pink. Returning to your teacher, whose legs are annoyingly crossed to prevent a view up her even shorter than normal skirt, you begin painting her toenails with the red shade, holding the bottom of her foot in your off hand for balance. Her eyes are closed, and seeing her in a position this vulnerable is very rare. Being able to hold her exposed feet is surprisingly intimate. You manage to paint all ten of her toenails without any issue, and the same thing can be said for her fingernails. Then you move on to $Hannah . She clearly isn’t adept in your pervy ways, because her legs are not crossed, but you can’t risk a view up between her thighs when Miss $Gray could catch you, and do who knows what as a punishment. This serves to tease you even more than touching their feet does. A while after, you’ve managed to paint 40 nails without a single rogue slip of the brush. “Wow, I’m impressed sissy. $Hannah was right, you are good at this. In fact, I think she’s so right that you should tell her the other part babe.” “Oh right. I promised $Gray2 that if you did a good enough job, then we can have you give us manicures and pedicures whenever we want, and add it onto your list of chores!” “Your step sister truly is full of good ideas isn’t she? I think she’s quite naturally transitioning into a dominant role.” You curse yourself for having done well, but continue the makeover as instructed. You start applying foundation to the two women, followed by concealer and contour. $Hannah accepts some blush, while your teacher refuses it. Then you move onto their eyes - starting with eyeshadow, followed by some eyeliner and then mascara on both their sets of lashes. Finally, you put some lipstick on $Gray which matches her nails. $Hannah instead wants a cute shade of pink. [img[Images/Makeup 3a.jpg]] Miss $Gray inspects your work in a small handheld mirror. “Equally impressive, $name . Now, me and your step sister will be gone for a few hours, don’t miss us too much.” They leave without another word, though you suspect Miss $Gray really was surprised at your proficiency with makeup. <<if $Home is 1>>//I hate that I take pride in that//<<elseif $Home is 2>>//Of course I’m great at makeup, I am a sissy afterall!//<</if>> [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $L to $L + 2]]

[img[Images/Cafe exterior.jpg]] In order to get inside the apartment as quickly as you have the chance to, $Ash insisted you get into position to sneak in so that the moment <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>> left, you could enter. That’s why for the brightest hours of the day, you’ve been stuck in a dingy cafe with $Ash , who’s exorbitant consumption of caffeine is further fueling her desire for genital freedom. The establishment is opposite where your teacher lives, according to the tracker. But surely your authoritarian teacher who acts as sophisticated as though she earns hundreds of thousands a year couldn’t live in this crime abundant part of the city. Even solely on the modest salary of a teacher, she could afford a place in a better neighborhood. Even more surprising is the fact that she lives not in a fancy multiple story house, but an apartment complex which soars well into the sky. “Wait a minute. Even when she leaves, how are we supposed to get in?” “With this, dummy.” From a pocket she shows off a small transparent case which hosts a piece of clear tape. “It’s got her fingerprint on.” “And how do you know which apartment is hers?” “I’ve been spying on her for weeks, remember? I’ve seen her in the window.” “So which one’s hers?” $Ash points to a room right at the top of the structure, as though your teacher were overseeing the entire neighborhood. Her eyes return to her phone, which she’s barely left unsupervised. It’s almost a concern that her phone might die before <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>> leaves, but that concern soon evaporates. “Look, the dot’s flashing! That means it’s moving.” You watch as a sedan emerges from the underground parking lot. $Ash and you hide your faces as it drives by. A prompt check of the phone concludes that it was in fact <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>>. “Come on, now’s our chance.” [[Secret Desires 4c<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

$Ash subtly scans the security lock with the piece of tape containing <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 ‘s<<else>>Miss $Gray ‘s <</if>>fingerprint. A green light and a small beep signals the unlatching of the automatic door. $Ash ‘s goes in first whilst you follow behind her. [img[Images/Reception.jpg]] You both fake smiles to the receptionist, but she barely seems to clock you anyway. Then, you step inside the elevator, and $Ash clicks the button for the top floor. “Do you really think this is it? That we could actually get out of these things tonight?” “I don’t see why not.” She doesn’t continue after her curt response, but she does check her phone, confirming that the car is still going away. When the elevator arrives at the top floor, she leads you to the apartment which she promised belongs to <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>>. She prepares her biological key while you look around. There’s several cameras on the floor, all of which have had a good view of you and $Ash . If your teacher ever needs to look at the recordings, you’re both screwed. A familiar beep plays, allowing you to enter. [[Secret Desires 4d<-Continue]]

<<set $SD to 5>>\ <<set $W16A1 to 1>>\ [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] “With this adapter, we’re almost almost free of these things, but there’s another problem. I managed to lift $Gray ‘s fingerprints off her mouse at school, yet that’s not enough.” She throws the accompanying manual at you. “For security purposes, the adapter can only be used at the location the chastity device is registered to.” “So what’s the issue? We can just unlock them at Farrix, right?” $Ash groans. “No. I tried that, but they aren’t connected to Farrix - they’re connected to some place else.” You and $Ash make eye contact, both of you understanding the gravity of the situation. “So they’re connected to…” “Her home. Looks like we are breaking in afterall.” <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>You briefly consider if this is the only option - with your new relationship with $Gray2 , there might be the possibility that you could go to her house without needing to break in. But then again, she’s so protective over her personal life that it will likely be next to possible to get there using your friendship. Plus, the less $Ash knows about your improved relationship with her, the better.<<else>>If what $Ash is saying is true, there doesn’t seem to be any other way.<</if>> “How do we go about that?” “I’ve been stalking her for a while now, following her home and seeing where she likes to go. That’s how I did this.” She shows you a live feed on her phone. It’s a map of the city, with one notable point of interest. There’s a flashing red dot that’s currently stationary. “Is that Miss $Gray ?” “Not quite. It’s her car.” “You placed a tracker on her car?” “Nearly got caught too. But the only time we would be able to get in is if she is away for a while, and if she is away for a while, she would take her car!” “So we just wait for a time when the tracker moves?” “Even better. Every Saturday evening, she goes out for hours at a time, and doesn’t come back until early morning.”<<if $GrayBestie is 1>> //Does she go out drinking every weekend?//<</if>> “So you want to do this today?” $Ash smiles. “The sooner I’m free of this belt, the better.” [[Secret Desires 4b<-Continue][$H to $H + 9]]

“Wow. This place is…not what I expected it to be.” You’ve seen <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 ‘ s <<else>>Miss $Gray ‘s<</if>>classroom get messy before, but this is something else. “And you think I’m bad.” The entire apartment appears like a tornado swept through just before you arrived. The living room alone seems like it’s had 5 frat boys have a party in it. The television is still playing some trashy reality show, and the coffee table in front of it is littered with drinks of all kinds, both alcoholic and not, in addition to half empty bags of chips and similar snacks. The sofa opposite the TV has pillows strewn about in addition to a blanket. [img[Images/Gray Apartment bottles.jpg]] “You’re sure this is Miss $Gray ‘s apartment?” $Ash looks at you, just as shocked. She nods. Curiosity gets the better of you both, and you explore the kitchen. It’s just as chaotic. The sink is piled high with dirty dishes, left to accumulate flies, like a gift from a horse. On the side, there’s dozens of empty bottles of various alcohols. The bottles of wine are the most plentiful, but there’s also a multitude of vodka, rum, whisky and any other strong alcohol you could think of. Amidst the horizontal piles of trash, there’s something adorable on one of the counters, and she’s looking right at you. “$Ash , look!” [img[Images/Gray Cat.jpg]] Stoically judging you from its waist high vantage point, there’s an adorable cat, observing the two guests. You stroke her, and she’s immediately receptive, pushing her head into your playful hand. “I’d be careful, $name , this is $Gray we’re talking about.” “So? It’s just a cat.” “Right. And I wouldn’t be shocked if $Gray had a robot disguised as a cat to spy on any intruders. I bet there’s cameras behind its eyes.” $Ash inspects the cat closer, looking for a tell - something to confirm her delusion. “What do you think her name is?” “I don’t know, $name . Whiskers? Fluffy? Chastity Cage? Take your pick, it doesn’t matter.” The cat responds to the last name, turning at hearing the device you have on your penis. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” “I’m gonna hope she responds to it because Miss $Gray talks out loud at her home, not because she would call her cat that.” “I don’t know, I think Chastity Cage has a cute ring to it.” $Ash remarks, teasing you. “You would.” You continue into the apartment. The bedroom is the tidiest room yet, but that’s a low bar. The bed isn’t made and the closet doors are still wide open, showing off all the dresses that she wears daily. Matching heels for every outfit sit beneath. //At least the closet is tidy// At the very bottom of the closet, covering up a pair of heels, there’s an unloved dress. The design is in character for your teacher - it’s a dark color, and it’s in a pencil style. It’s the type of thing you’ve come to greatly enjoy eyeing her body in. However, at no time since you’ve been at Farrix can you recall her wearing this specific dress. Now, maybe that’s just you having poor memory, but given how tight it seems to be, that doesn’t seem likely. Holding it up in the air, it’s a mystery why your teacher wouldn’t care for this one. The only plausible answer you can come up with is that it’s only poor in comparison to the rest of her collection. //It sure would be a shame for this beautiful dress to go ignored// [[Secret Desires 4db<-Steal the dress][$Dress8 to 1]] [[Secret Desires 4db<-Leave it][$Dress8 to 0]]

$Ash is still trying to figure the adapter device out, but she’s attempting to connect it to her chastity belt. “Any luck?” “It’s confirmed that the device is registered here but…it can’t be.” “What?” “No…no no no, this can’t be!” You dash over to check the device, which claims there’s an error. “What is it?” $Ash is sobbing. “$Gray must have set the security settings to the maximum. We can’t get out with this.” “Why not?” “Look!” She thrusts the device into your hands. It’s displaying another message now. “Unable to unlock a permanently locked device.” “We’re in these things forever.” $Ash sits on the edge of the bed, holding her head in her hands. You try to play with the device more, but the message remains the same. <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>//Could $Gray2 really do this? I know she’s being forced to feminize me, but surely she likes me enough not to keep me in this cage forever, right?//<<elseif $Home is 4>>//How could Miss $Gray do this? After how I exposed what $Ash did, I thought she would have appreciated me more, not left me trapped in this cage forever!//<<elseif $Home is 3>>//Surely this can’t be right. Am I really stuck in this cage forever?//<</if>> As badly as you’re taking this, $Ash is handling it way worse. You wanted to be free too, but if her time in charge of your key was anything to go by, she had hundreds of megalomaniacal fantasies to act out. Her being trapped in a chastity belt was doubtlessly in none of them. You try to hug the sobbing woman who’s been robbed of her desires becoming a reality. “I’m sorry $Ash . I wish there was something I could do.” She looks up from her tear filled palms to stare daggers into your soul. “Do you? Do you really wish there was something you could do? Because if you had just been a good sissy and wore that dress to school, I wouldn’t be in this stupid belt for the rest of my life! <<if $Home is 4>>I’ve been nothing but kind to you since the first day your perving ass showed up at Farrix, and how do you repay my kindness? By going behind my back, snooping through my diary, and then ratting me out to our bitch of a teacher. Because of what you did, I’m never going to be able to cum again!” “Neither am I!” “Well that’s what you get for betraying me, but I deserve better! I’m a goddess compared to you, but now I’m forced down to your level with no chance to get back up.”<<elseif $Home is 3>>I just wanted the best for you. I knew you’d be happier as a girl - I could see it in your eyes the first day you showed up at Farrix. And just because you refused to wear a dress I’ll never be able to cum again!”<</if>> Your emotions are peaked now too. She wants to make this an argument. [[Secret Desires 4 Argue<-Argue][$AshR to $AshR - 3]] [[Secret Desires 4 Apologize<-Apologize][$AshR to $AshR + 1]]

<<if $Home is 4>>””Kind to me?” You were never kind to me! You just wanted a guy you could turn into a girl. That’s what I saw when I read your diary - you tried to feminize any guy who ever paid attention to you, and you cried whenever they rejected you. So when you saw there was a boy coming to Farrix, you were over the moon. You made sure we were sat together on that first day, and you made sure $Hannah was so disgusted by me that she didn’t even want to live with me anymore - it was all manufactured by you. You were so infatuated by me that you even blackmailed our teacher into giving you my chastity key, even though it terrifies you how powerful she is. And when it seemed like you finally had no power over me after she took that key back, you jumped at the chance to have me in your life again even after I went through your diary - because you love me so much that you’re terrified to lose me. You need me $Ash , because I’m the closest thing you’ll ever get to fulfilling your fantasy.” She’s silent for a long, long time, until she leans in to retort as best she can in her emotional state. “You will regret that.”\ <<elseif visited("School 3 Steal panties") and $Home is 3>>”You don’t get to decide if I am a girl or not. Everything that I do since I met you is making me more and more feminine, and it’s all your fault. You’ve been robbing me of my masculinity and I have to live with that, and this cage, forever!” “If it’s all my fault, then why did you steal my panties in that first week? You’ve always wanted this $name , you just never knew it.”\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>”You don’t get to decide if I’m a girl or not. Everything that I do since I met you is making me more and more feminine, and it’s all your fault. If you hadn’t made me wear your panties to Farrix I would have never ended up like this. You’ve been robbing me of my masculinity and I have to live with that, and this cage, forever! I did make the decision to not wear the girl’s uniform, and maybe if I knew it would turn out like this, I would have decided differently, but the fact that you’re now stuck in chastity too makes this situation a little better.” She’s silent for a long, long time, until she leans in to retort as best she can in her emotional state. “You will regret that.”<</if>> An uncomfortable silence fills the air whilst you both sit on the bed, unsure of what the future holds. [[Secret Desires 4f<-Continue]]

<<if $Home is 4>>”I’m sorry $Ash . No one has given me the attention that you do and if I knew that this would happen, I would have put on that skirt and blouse a lot sooner. And I’m sorry for breaking into your computer to read your diary. I wish I could change that too. But I can’t, and if we really are stuck in these things forever, then I truly am sorry. I don’t deserve you.” “...thank you, sissy.”\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>”I’m sorry $Ash . If only I realized how right you were sooner I would have put on that skirt and blouse the moment you asked me to. Being feminized is the greatest thing to happen to me, and I’m so appreciative that you saw that in me. I just wish I had seen that sooner so that I didn’t hurt you like this.” “...thank you, sissy.”<</if>> An uncomfortable silence fills the air whilst you both sit on the bed, unsure of what the future holds. [[Secret Desires 4f<-Continue]]

Your mutual mulling of the situation lasts a while, but it’s cut short due to a beep from the front door. $Ash and you immediately look at one another. With the same idea non verbally spoken, you silently scramble under the bed. <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>> doesn’t enter the bedroom, but through the open door, you can both hear her moving around. There’s a crackling open of a can, and the television is turned up. “Shouldn’t your tracker have told us she was coming back?” $Ash unholsters her phone from her pocket, and presses the power button. There’s no response. “Damnit, it must have died.” “So what do we do now?” “We wait.” Like children committed to a game of hide and seek, you lay prone under the bed, making sure none of your limbs are sticking out, and doing your best to be absolutely silent. [[Secret Desires 4g<-Continue][$H to 22]]

You’ve almost fallen asleep waiting for your teacher to go to bed, but $Ash ensures you stay awake by continually prodding you whenever you make a noise resembling a snore. But it’s a little hard to stay awake, especially when Chastity Cage is snuggled up neatly next to you, her rhythmic purring almost lulling you into slumber. Eventually though, <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> does stumble into the room, murmuring jargon under her breath that’s impossible to make out. She stands right in front of you, where she takes off her heels, exposing her feet 12 inches away from your face. After her height significantly drops with their removal, she climbs onto the bed, plummeting onto it without even getting under the covers. [img[Images/P - Gray feet bed.jpg]] $Ash and you again look at each other. You’re left waiting for her to decide when you should go, which is barely 10 minutes later. You slowly crawl out from beneath the bed, but $Ash stays behind to look at your unconscious teacher. “We need to leave.” Your whispers don’t seem to have any effect on $Ash , whose eyes are unmoving from <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>>. She’s lying prone on the bed, still in one of her many nice dresses, with a neatly manicured hand resting on a bottle of pink gin.<<if $GrayBestie is 1>> //Does she really do this every week?//\ <<else>> //I never thought I’d see her like this//<</if>> “Just think of everything that woman has stolen from me. Both my chance to feminize you, and my sexual organs. And I can never get them back.” “Staying here won’t change that.” “But I could get some very sweet revenge for everything she’s done. And then I’ll move on to that stupid company, Secret Desires, for letting this happen…wait a minute…that’s it!” “What’s it?” “The way out of this device.” She turns to you. “Secret Desires, they must have a way out. There’s no way they could let someone be locked up forever with no failsafe, right?” “I sup…” “Come on sissy, we’ve still got a chance to get me out of this belt.” After a final pat on the head to Chastity Cage, you thankfully leave the apartment without a further hitch. [[Secret Desires 4h<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 2, $M to 0>>\ [img[Images/Ash Journal.jpg]] After you arrive home, you’re eager to get to sleep, but $Ash is wide awake, sitting at her desk scribbling notes into a journal, checking information on sheets she printed when she was still trying to figure out the origins of your devices, and cross checking it with things she’s looking up. Any suggestion of going to sleep is ignored and she yells at you when you attempt to turn off the light. You leave her to her crazed calculations and go to sleep. [[Room 3/4<-Continue][$H to 9, $S to $S + 3]] <<if $C5 lte 0>><<set $S to $S + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Bed2 is 1>><<set $S to $S - 1>><</if>>\ <<set $SleepProcess to 1>>\ <<set $Day to $Day + 1, $Day3 to $Day3 + 1>>\ <<if $Day3 is 8>><<set $Day3 to 1>><</if>>\

<<set $SD to 6>>\ [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] “Okay sissy, I think I’ve finally figured this out. You remember when we went to the sex toy event?” You nod. “There was that truck that was unloading items, do you remember the decal on this side?” You shake your head. “It belonged to a company called Swift Departures - a removal company, supposedly. But I did some digging on them, and it’s a front for Secret Desires. I guess there would be some legal issues if people were permanently locked in chastity, so they operate under a pseudonym. I’ve been looking into them, and they’ve only got one registered location of operations - that’s where we need to go.” “And where’s that exactly?” “It’s 300 miles away.” “Which means…” “We’re going on a road trip.” She tosses you a bag that she’s already packed. “Come on <<if $Home is 3>>sissy<<elseif $Home is 4>>bitch<</if>>. Our bus leaves in half an hour.” With her obsessive speech over, you leave the house and take a coach bound 300 miles away, solely reliant on $Ash ‘s belief that this will get you chastity freedom. [[Secret Desires 5b<-Continue][$H to 15]]

[img[Images/Bus.png]] No one in their right mind ever said that bus rides in the scorching heat were fun, especially when you’ve been stuck on one for 6 hours and you’re only halfway to your destination. Getting to sleep proves unachievable thanks to a full night's sleep, though you keep trying since there’s little else to do in this moving oven. The extra encouragement of $Ash not bringing your sleep uniform doesn’t even help. She isn’t going to sleep either, though she isn’t trying. She has one of her romance novels that she’s fond of, but keeps putting it down to check that you’re heading in the right direction, or ensuring that she has everything she needs in her bag. Her restless demeanor doesn’t help your attempt to sleep either. Her fanatic desire to escape chastity has led you to do things you never thought you’d do before. You’ve broken into two houses and were nearly caught both times. You wore a disguise to get into an inflated sex shop. And now, she wants to go to a city 300 miles away from your home on a whim that a removal company actually produces the chastity devices that you’re both locked up in. Worse yet, you have to wander where her compulsive desire for freedom will take her next. When she thought she really was trapped forever, she looked like she would maim <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>>, or maybe worse. If this plan doesn’t work out, what will her next idea be? And if she can’t get out, how far will she go for revenge? [[Secret Desires 5c<-Continue][$H to 21]]

[img[Images/Motel.jpg]] It’s dark out by the time you arrive at your destination. $Ash , fueled by little more than sheer determination and coffee, marches to a nearby motel, pays for a room, and leads you inside the dingy space. “So how far away is this removal company?” “About an hour walk. We’ll set off tomorrow morning.” “Are you sure they’ll be open on Sunday?” “Crime never sleeps, $name . They won't be taking a day off.” “And what’s the plan from there? You tell the same lie that you can’t unlock yourself because you lost your phone?” “With some added detail, yes.” You’re silent, unsure of what to say. $Ash seems to pick up on your lack of trust. “This will work $name . Don’t give up while we’re almost over the finish line.” //It’s not me that I’m worried about// After tucking yourself into bed, you fall asleep almost immediately. $Ash lays wide awake. [[Secret Desires 5d<-Continue][$H to 9]] <<set $SleepProcess to 1>>\ <<set $H to 2>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<set $Day to $Day + 1, $Day3 to $Day3 + 1>>\ <<if $Day3 is 8>><<set $Day3 to 1>><</if>>\

<<set $Day to $Day + 1, $Day3 to 7>>\ Whenever $Ash doesn’t have to wear her Farrix uniform, she gets to show off her sense of fashion, which usually features very short skirts and dresses. On the rare occasion that she does wear pants, they’re very tight, and give great emphasis to her butt. But this morning, she’s dressed up in something that you’d be more likely to see your teacher wear. Her business getup still looks great adorning her body, but it is a rather strange sight. [img[Images/P - Ash SD5.jpg]] “Come on sissy, I’ve got a belt to get free of.” She leads you through the city, from the derelict part that you stayed in for the night, to the increasingly populated areas, until you’re in a hyper dense district that’s even more packed than the one you call home. You’re still trailing $Ash , who doesn’t respond to any of your questions. She only alternates between checking the map, and looking where she’s going. Her terminator mentality for freedom is utterly terrifying to you. Not even the harshest of punishments from <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>>could deter her now. Her resolution soon leads you to a warehouse, not dissimilar to the one the sex toy event was held in, though this one is in a much better state, and based on the people inside you can see through the windows, is actively being used. You enter with $Ash through the front door. [[Secret Desires 5e<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

The reception is as normal as you’d consider a removal company to be. On the wall, there’s a notice board featuring leaflets and flyers of local services, presumably for people who’ve just moved to the area. There’s an attractive woman sitting behind a desk, typing away at a computer, who smiles at $Ash as she approaches. “Hi, how can we help you today?” “I bought a product from you recently, and there’s an issue.” “I’m afraid you must be mistaken ma’am, we only provide the service of assisting in moving properties. Are you currently looking to move houses?” “No, I’m looking to get this stupid piece of metal removed from my waist, and you’re going to help me.” The receptionist looks confused, but she’s choosing her words carefully. “I’m sorry ma’am, but unless you have something //specific// you’d like to say, I don’t think we can help you.” $Ash looks like she’s about to burst, but instead, she climbs on top of the receptionist’s desk and unzips her skirt, showing off her locked chastity belt. “I’ve been stuck in this thing for longer than I can count, and I’m going to snap unless you help me or get someone who can!” The woman is speechless, unsure of what to do. After contemplating it, she leans over to pick up the phone, just beneath $Ash ‘s unforgiving glaze. “We’ve got a customer with some secret desires.” A voice replies something incomprehensible back. [[Secret Desires 5f<-Continue]]

“You can follow me.” $Ash doesn’t even have the calmness to put on her skirt. After dismounting the table, she follows the lady first, and you shadow them. She leads you through several rooms, all of which are empty, whether they be offices, meeting rooms or break areas. There’s a long hallway you end up in. An expansive window gives view to the rest of the facility, which has several trucks that are all being loaded, each with the same decal you now recall seeing at the Sex Toy Celebration. The woman leading the way presses a button to summon an elevator and there’s a tense silence while you wait. $Ash is still unwilling to talk unless it’s about her belt, and the receptionist has no desire to explain where she’s taking you to. When the elevator arrives, she presses a button labeled in the negatives. It goes down. When it stops, the door opens to reveal a remarkably distinct sight. It looks like you’re in a secondary reception. On the walls, there’s posters of various sex toys, all boasting the Secret Desires logo, and at the desk facing you as you exit the left, there’s another receptionist, only she’s dressed much differently. [img[Images/P - Latex outfit with boobs.jpg]] Her latex outfit covers almost the entirety of her body, only allowing a small gap so that she can see and talk unstifled. She gets up from her chair to show you the rest of her attire. Her computer blocked the view of her supposed tits, which look like latex balloons that must be at least 8 inches in diameter. They remain stiff as she approaches to shake your hands. On her feet are equally kinky shoes. The ballet style heels force her to walk on her toes, but she does it masterfully. The original receptionist returns to her post on the ground floor. “Hello, it’s lovely to meet you both. I’m Number 54. Our director will be with you shortly. In the meantime, we’d love to give you a tour of this wonderful place.” She leads you around the facility, where she lets you stop and look inside the some of the laboratories at the ongoing experiments. “This one’s incredibly fascinating.” From outside the room, you view what looks to be a room designed for a cat, if the cat was much bigger than usual. In the corner of the room there’s a large fluffy bed that looks heavenly. In the other corner, there’s a huge scratching post with several layers for the huge cat in question to jump on. Scattered across the floor are miscellaneous toys, like balls of string, and fake mice. “Oh, it looks like she’s finally awake, look!” [img[Images/P - Latex cat.jpg]] From the bed, you see as a person in a latex catsuit recovers from their slumber. Their white outfit let them blend in scarily well. The person scampers slowly on all fours over to their bowl of milk, which they lap at eagerly. “As I’m sure you both know, humans acting as animals has become a common hobby in the past few years. This experiment attempts to maximize that. Through a miraculous cocktail of chemicals and hormones, we’ve slowly removed this cat’s anthropomorphic instincts, ensuring she acts like a feline all the time. Or at least that’s the goal. There’s still some final tweaks that need to be made.” When Number 54 sees the cat lay down on her back, she presses a button on the panel outside the cell. The cat jumps up from shock, and scratches at the collar around her neck. “Our scientists still have quite a bit to figure out. At the moment, they’re really concentrating on altering the makeup of the human body so that her sleep schedule better resembles a cat. She’s still in the 8 hours of sleep cycle like humans are. They’re trying to fix that so that she can fall asleep almost instantly whenever she wants.” [img[Images/P - Slave girl.jpg]] You move over to another display. “This is one that our director has a lot of interest in.” The cell is much less busy. There’s only a single person, who’s very much human, in a corner crying with her head between her arms. On the other side of the room, there’s a dildo attached to a fucking machine. “We’re trying to learn what happens if you take a random person off the street and put them in an empty room with nothing but a dildo. Our scientists had a lot of fun betting on what would happen. Most of them thought the subject would try suck the dildo at least once, but this one hasn’t even approached it. A second round of bets was made over if the subject would try it once she becomes more dehydrated. Of course, you can’t base scientific evidence on one subject, so we’ll have to use some more people for more accurate results.” You continue onwards until you arrive outside an office. “The director should be free now. I can’t wait to introduce you.” [[Secret Desires 5g<-Continue]]

You enter the opulent office and observe its incredible decor. In cases on the shelves and cabinets are what must be Secret Desires’ greatest products. On tiny electronic monitors in the same cases is a number, displaying how much money has been made on each of those items. They’re all in the 8 digits. The director turns around in their black leather chair to face you. “Greetings. I hope you enjoyed the tour Number 54 gave you. I love for our customers to see what we do here and realize it’s much more than just sex toys - we’re changing the world!” $Ash steps forward. “Right, and it was an absolutely lovely display, but I have one simple question.” She points to her still exposed chastity belt. “How the hell do I get out of this?” “Ah, so you must have lost your access device. Well we sell adapters that give you access again that you can transfer to a new device. One of those would be all you need.” $Ash takes in a slow breath, attempting to calm herself. “I know, I already have one of those useless pieces of junk. It doesn’t work.” “Doesn’t work? Of course it does. Let me prove it to you.” He opens up a drawer and takes out an adapter with the same design as the one $Ash has. He stands in front of her, and connects to her belt. “See? Now all I have to do is…” “Well?” “There must be some misunderstanding. It says here you’re permanently locked.” “YES! THAT’S MY ISSUE YOU IDIOT, NOW UNLOCK IT!” “Did you not look at the instruction manual for the chastity belt my dear girl?” $Ash pauses, nervous. “Why?” “”Why?” It’s the biggest selling point of my design! That’s what all the advertising focuses on; that it’s completely inescapable once you select it to be permanently locked. It’s made of impenetrable titanium. The only way to destroy the belt would result in your own death! There’s no way out. Why do you think the instruction manual emphasizes that you should be sure before you lock it on? And why do you think they cost several thousands each?” “I…I…” “You did buy the device, didn’t you?” $Ash doesn’t respond. Tears form in her eyes and roll down her face, ruining her mascara. She runs away out of the office, escaping from your and the director’s sight. “Strange.” He turns his attention to you. “I’m correct in assuming you’re also locked, right? This adapter tried to connect to yours at first.” He holds the device closer to your crotch. “And there we go. You’re unlocked now.” You feel a slight relaxing of constraint around your clitty. Grabbing it, you confirm it is in fact unlocked. ”You mean I‘m not permanently in chastity?” The man shakes his head, confused at what the two customers are up to. “Thank you!” You exit the office and consider what just happened. <<if visited("Blackmail Date 4a") and $GrayBestie is 1>>//$Gray2 told me on our date that she wouldn’t lock someone in chastity unless she was done with them. I should have trusted that she meant that. But she must really be angry at $Ash if she’s willing to lock her away for the rest of time.//\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1>>//If she was willing to lock $Ash away forever, I’m surprised $Gray2 wasn’t willing to do it to me. But I shouldn’t complain, and now that I think about it, $Ash never did try to unlock me when we were at $Gray2 ‘s house.//\ <<elseif $Home is 4 or $Home is 3>>//Why would Miss $Gray lock $Ash up forever but not me?//<</if>> You catch up to $Ash . [[Secret Desires 5h<-Continue]]

<<set $Tidy to 3>>\ <<set $WeekChores to $WeekChores + 1>>\ <<if $LatexCleaningGloves is 0>><<set $I to $I + 10>><<else>><<set $I to $I + 20>><</if>>\ As per Miss $Gray ‘s instructions, you prepare the cleaning items needed to tidy up the house, and ensure your uniform is prim and proper, lest you be caught with a misaligned apron by Miss $Gray . <<if $ChoresPunish gt 9>><<set $S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1>>Similarly, you lock the cuffs around your ankles, and brace as the clamps are applied to your nipples.<<elseif $ChoresPunish gt 2>>Similarly, you make sure the ankle cuffs required to be around your ankles are locked on, forcing your steps to be just as meek as your teacher is training you to be.<</if>> [img[Images/Cleaning lounge.jpg]] Today, you have to work on the lounge, which quickly finds itself in a state of disrepair owing to Miss $Gray and $Hannah using it to relax, whilst knowing you’ll clean whatever mess they make. [img[Images/Maid WalkG.gif]] You begin with the most alluring part of the room: the sofa. The couch cushions look like they’ve been battered in a boxing match, and there are blankets scattered about it like it’s a picnic. You fold each of the several blankets neatly into small rectangles, before setting them down next to the couch. Then, you do your best to return the sagging cushions back to their original fluffy state. [img[Images/Cushion.jpg]] You’ve just finished that when you realize the windowsill has collected ample dust. Plus, the area surrounding the tv is a mess of glasses that haven’t been taken to the kitchen and various womens’ magazines that have been little more than skimmed through. With growing frustration at your two housemates, you start dusting the area, displacing the pesky nuisance. Then, you take the glasses into the kitchen to be dealt with later, and organize the litter of magazines into a neat pile, discarding the ones that look the least cared for in the hope that neither woman notices their absence. <<if $CoffeeTable is 0>>Sadly, the women have so many things, but there seems to be such little place to put it all.<<elseif $CoffeeTable is 1>>Thankfully, the coffee table you purchased helps make the task of organizing a little easier.<</if>> As a final touch, you pick up any stray pieces of trash on the floor, before giving it a once over with the vacuum, resulting in a beautiful finish that you’re proud of. [img[Images/Vacuum.jpg]] <<if $ChoresPunish gt 2 and $CoffeeTable is 0>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 5, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $ChoresPunish lt 3 and $CoffeeTable is 1>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $ChoresPunish lt 3 and $CoffeeTable is 0>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 4, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $ChoresPunish gt 2 or $CoffeeTable is 1>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 4, $S to $S + 2]]<</if>>

<<set $Tidy to 1>>\ <<set $WeekChores to $WeekChores + 1>>\ <<if $LatexCleaningGloves is 0>><<set $I to $I + 10>><<else>><<set $I to $I + 20>><</if>>\ As per Miss $Gray ‘s instructions, you prepare the cleaning items needed to tidy up the house, and ensure your uniform is prim and proper, lest you be caught with a misaligned apron by Miss $Gray . <<if $ChoresPunish gt 9>><<set $S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1>>Similarly, you lock the cuffs around your ankles, and brace as the clamps are applied to your nipples.<<elseif $ChoresPunish gt 2>>Similarly, you make sure the ankle cuffs required to be around your ankles are locked on, forcing your steps to be just as meek as your teacher is training you to be.<</if>> [img[Images/Cleaning bathroom.jpg]] Today, you have to work on the bathroom, which has accumulated a lot of dirt and stains, though not necessarily a lot of mess. You start by reorganizing $Hannah ‘s and Miss $Gray ‘s collection of shampoos and conditioners, first by which belongs to whom, and then by function. After that, you organize the miscellaneous bathroom stuff, like the cotton buds, toothbrushes and toothpaste, tampons and pads, and finally shaving razors. <<if $BathroomCabinet is 1>>You’re thankful to your past self for having bought the cabinet which helps make this much organization easier.<<else>>Frustratingly, without much space to organize all this, the task is much harder.<</if>> [img[Images/Shampoo.jpg]] After that, you give the bathroom a deeper cleaning. With a hot bucket of water, you wipe down the tile-lined walls, removing missed squeezes of shower gel from the hard surface. You copy the routine for the sink until it too is a clear sparkling white. In an action which perhaps best symbolizes your role in this house, you are forced to clean the toilet until it is just as white as a sheet of paper. You begin by cleaning the lid off it, before moving on to the inside. The rim is thankfully clean, since no one in the house pees standing up, even you. The process is surprisingly less painful than you thought it would be. [img[Images/Bathroom tiles.jpg]] For the final finishing touches in the room, you change the shower mat out for a fresh one, but not before ensuring the floor is squeaky clean following a thorough mopping. A spurting of some air freshener signifies the conclusion of your assignment. [img[Images/Maid WalkG.gif]] <<if $ChoresPunish gt 2 and $BathroomCabinet is 0>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 5, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $ChoresPunish lt 3 and $BathroomCabinet is 1>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $ChoresPunish lt 3 and $BathroomCabinet is 0>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 4, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $ChoresPunish gt 2 or $BathroomCabinet is 1>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 4, $S to $S + 2]]<</if>>

$Ash is outside of the facility, sitting on a bench, still as a rock. “I’m sorry $Ash . I don’t know what to say.” “There isn’t anything to say. We’re both permanently locked up because of $Gray .” “Actually, I’m not locked up forever.” She slowly looks your way, the weight of the situation clearly crushing her. She turns back towards the horizon. “That’s nice.” “What do you want to do now?" She’s despondent, barely seeming to hear you. “I want to go home.” <<if $Home is 4 and visited("Secret Desires 4 Argue")>>[[SD 5 4<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4>>[[SD 5 3<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and visited("Secret Desires 4 Argue")>>[[SD 5 2<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>[[SD 5 1<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]<</if>>

$Ash is outside of the facility, sitting on a bench, still as a rock. “I’m sorry $Ash . I don’t know what to say.” “There isn’t anything to say. We’re both permanently locked up because of $Gray .” “What do you want to do now?" She’s despondent, barely seeming to hear you. “I want to go home.” <<if $Home is 4 and visited("Secret Desires 4 Argue")>>[[SD 5 4<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4>>[[SD 5 3<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and visited("Secret Desires 4 Argue")>>[[SD 5 2<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>[[SD 5 1<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]<</if>>

<<set $DressUn to 1, $SkirtUn to 1, $UniformUn to 1, $PantsUn to 1, $BlouseUn to 1, $Top to 0, $Bottom to 0, $Outfit to 0>>\ <<set $I to 0>>\ You accompany $Ash to the motel, where you collect your belongings. Before you finish doing that though, she tosses a drink on you, soaking your clothes in a gross, sticky liquid. “That’s for arguing with me a week ago.” Not wanting to anger her further, you shut up and leave her alone, trying to clean up your drenched outfit. Whilst you’re busy doing that, she leaves the room, promising to visit the reception of the motel. But she doesn’t return, not even after you wait for an hour for her. That’s when it hits you. //She’s left me here// You don’t have any money on you since $Ash took it with her, and even if you did, you don’t know the bus routes. How could you possibly get back home like this? Adding to the problems is another realization - no matter how hard you try to scrub at your apparel, it isn’t getting any drier, or removing the horrid scent that you’re only now noticing. And since $Ash packed your bag, checking to see if there’s a change of outfit in your bag is only a formality. You remove your current outfit, leaving you in only your underwear and shoes. You’re sure $Ash doesn’t care about how she’s screwed you over. She always resented you for ratting her out to your teacher. Maybe this is how she finally decided to get revenge. Or maybe it’s just a cruel prank that might cheer her up a little after the devastating news she just got. Whatever the reason, it doesn’t change the situation now. You need to figure out a way back home. [[SD 5J<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $I to 0>>\ You accompany $Ash to the motel, where you collect your belongings. Whilst you’re busy doing that, she leaves the room, promising to visit the reception of the motel. But she doesn’t return, not even after you wait for an hour for her. That’s when it hits you. //She’s left me here// You don’t have any money on you since $Ash took it with her, and even if you did, you don’t know the bus routes. How could you possibly get back home like this? You’re sure $Ash doesn’t care about how she’s screwed you over. She always resented you for ratting her out to your teacher. Maybe this is how she finally decided to get revenge. Or maybe it’s just a cruel prank that might cheer her up a little after the devastating news she just got. Whatever the reason, it doesn’t change the situation now. You need to figure out a way back home. [[SD 5J<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $DressUn to 1, $SkirtUn to 1, $UniformUn to 1, $PantsUn to 1, $BlouseUn to 1, $Top to 0, $Bottom to 0, $Outfit to 0>>\ You accompany $Ash to the motel, where you collect your belongings. Before you can leave and make it to the bust stop though, she throws a drink all over you, drenching your attire and leaving it a sticky, stained mess. “I may be stuck in this belt, but I still have you. And I told you you’d regret arguing with me a week ago.” She storms out of the motel, leaving you alone and needing to catch up. But you can’t get the bus like this. The 12 hours here were hellish, you don’t need the added discomfort of being in soaked clothes. Checking the bag $Ash packed for you, you sigh after seeing she didn’t pack a change of outfit. Rationalizing that you shouldn’t run into anyone you know, you take off your outer clothes, and meet $Ash at the bus stop in just your underwear and shoes. She smiles slightly at your degrading appearance, but says nothing verbally. You catch a non stop journey back to the city in which you reside. $Ash is much less restless this time, unsurprisingly. Her near comatose body doesn’t give any answer whenever she’s asked a question, so you give up after a couple hours. You got ample funny looks upon boarding the bus thanks to your clothing, or lack thereof, but people stopped blatantly ogling you a couple of hours into the journey. In fact, and you never voice this to $Ash , it might actually be a blessing in disguise. You were drenched in sweat on your first trip. Being largely naked makes it significantly cooler. This trip did prove at least one thing though: $Ash is a good sleuth. You were more than skeptical every step along the way, but you found the origins of your chastity devices, and met the maker himself. Unfortunately, he couldn’t give $Ash the only thing she wanted, and it seems even her desire isn’t enough to get her out of the belt. When you do return home after another awful 300 mile journey, $Ash immediately slumps into bed, and you’re left to do the things she normally does, like turning out the lights. [[Sleep<-Continue][$S to $S + 4]]

You accompany $Ash to the motel, where you collect your belongings. She’s glad to get out of the city and return to the comfort of her home, while you can’t wait to forget whatever cursed experiments you saw being conducted in the underground facility. You catch a non stop journey back to the city in which you reside. $Ash is much less restless this time, unsurprisingly. Her near comatose body doesn’t give any answer whenever she’s asked a question, so you give up after a couple hours. This trip proved at least one thing though: $Ash is a good sleuth. You were more than skeptical every step along the way, but you found the origins of your chastity devices, and met the maker himself. Unfortunately, he couldn’t give $Ash the only thing she wanted, and it seems even her desire isn’t enough to get her out of the belt. When you do return home after another awful 300 mile journey, $Ash immediately slumps into bed, and you’re left to do the things she normally does, like turning out the lights. [[Sleep<-Continue][$S to $S + 3]]

<<set $SD5Smoke to 0, $SD5Keys to 0, $SD5Bag to 0, $SD5Reception to 0, $SD5Pee to 0, $SD5Truck to 0, $SD5Toilet to 0>> You check out of the motel, <<if $Top is 0>>getting a glare of second hand embarrassment from the receptionist as you do,<</if>> and return outside. [img[Images/Parking lot.jpg]] There’s a few people around on this Sunday morning, but most of them don’t look particularly reputable. There's 2 men standing around smoking in front of a car, with another one leaning on the hood, smoking too. A final one is in the driver’s seat, talking out of the rolled down window. They seem to be nursing a hangover. On the elevated floor giving access to the second layer of rooms, there’s a couple looking around observantly, not talking much. Standing in front of a truck which presumably belongs to him, there’s a middle aged man feasting on a sandwich, relaxing before he returns to the road. There is a communal toilet at one end of the motel, which you don’t imagine smells, looks or sounds great. There’s also the woman back in the reception, who looks stressed, though she also looks as though she's trying to repress those feelings. [[SD5Smoke<-Approach the gang of smokers]] [[SD5Couple<-Talk to the couple looking over the parking lot]] [[SD5Truck<-Greet the trucker]] [[SD5Toilet<-Check out the toilet]] [[SD5Reception<-Return to the reception]]

<<if $SD5Smoke is 3 and $SD5Keys is 1>>The men seem panicked as you’re about to greet them again. Considering their frenzy is probably because of their missing keys, you divert course, opting not to speak to them, lest they start to connect the dots. [[SD5 Hub<-Return]]\ <<elseif $SD5Smoke is 3>>You’re on your way to speak to the group once more before you realize they’re about to set off. To save yourself the awkward interaction, you diver course, and go somewhere else. [[SD5 Hub<-Return]]\ <<elseif $SD5Smoke is 2 and $Top is 1>>”Actually, I think I might be able to help you out with your problem.” “Our prob…oh. Really?” The man who seems to be the leader of the group turns to the fiance. “What do you think? You find her hot enough?” He doesn’t even need to look you up and down again. He’s clearly done that enough. “Yeah. She’s pretty attractive, I mean.” “Awesome! We've still got our room key, so make sure he has a "blast!"” The “good” friend pushes you towards one of the many motel rooms and stuffs the key into your hands, whilst the other men wait outside around the car. [[SD5 Sex<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $SD5Smoke is 2>>”Actually, I’d be willing to help your friend out. For a price, of course.” “That’s great! I knew you were a whore from the moment I saw you, didn’t I fellas?” The arranger of the affair guides you and your soon to be intimate partner into their room. [[SD5 Sex<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $SD5Smoke is 1 and $Top is 1>>”Look who came back. Is there something more we can help you with?” [[SD5Smoke<-Agree to have sex][$SD5Smoke to 2]] [[SD5 Hub<-Return]]\ <<elseif $SD5Smoke is 1>>”Look who came back. Have you decided to take us up on our offer?” [[SD5Smoke<-Agree to have sex][$SD5Smoke to 2]] [[SD5 Hub<-Return]]\ <<elseif $SD5Smoke is 0 and $Top is 1>>None of the four men pay any interest in you until you’re standing next to them. “Hey. How you all doing?” The guy closest to you decides to reply first. “Decent, just pretty hungover, haha.” “What’s the occasion?” The man slaps the person beside him on the back. “It’s my man’s bachelor party! We’re going back home after a weekend of partying.” “Yeah” another of the men joins in the conversation “except this husband-to-be is too much of a pussy to lose his virginity beforehand.” “Yeah. His uptight fiance won’t even touch his dick until he’s got a ring around that finger, so he just has to play with his prick all day! And he’s not even seen her vagina! For all this idiot knows, she has a cock.” “I’m telling you she doesn’t.” “Oh, didn’t she steal yours yet?” The men tauntingly laugh at the soon to be wed. “We thought we’d be the good friends we are and let him have a practice go on a premium hooker we got him for the night, but he wasn’t interested.” “I want my first time to be special, okay?” “Look at this guy! That chick of his has actually convinced him to be cellabate. What a loser!” “Yeah, he kicked that prostitute out before we even told him of her speciality.” “Her what?” “Ah, it doesn’t matter now, does it?” The fiance is too invested to let the other man not continue. “What speciality?” “Well, she said was an expert at taking it in the back door, you know - a fan of people fishing for brown trout. We would have told you but you kicked her out before we could mention she doesn’t mind if you use a condom or not.” “Damnit. Why didn’t you stop me?” “Oh, has Mr loyalty suddenly grown some balls? Shame you’re 12 hours too late.” The future husband curses his luck, or better yet, his own stupidity. “Bethany said I couldn’t stick my dick inside another woman’s vagina. She never said anything about an asshole.” “Aww man, why didn’t you tell us sooner? I guess we’re too late now though. I don’t know many prostitutes who work at this hour of the day. And if there is one, I don’t wanna see their tramp faces in this much sunlight.” The group of unfaithful men seem to have forgotten about your presence. Well, they don’t talk to you anymore, but you’re certain some of them are checking you out. [[SD5Smoke<-Offer your services][$SD5Smoke to 2]] [[SD5 Hub<-Return][$SD5Smoke to 1]]\ <<elseif $SD5Smoke is 0>>The four men naturally can’t keep their rubbernecking eyes from scanning your body, both as you’re walking around the parking lot, and when you decide to approach them. “Hey. How you all doing?” The guy closest to you decides to reply first. “Decent, just pretty hungover, haha.” “What’s the occasion?” The man slaps the person beside him on the back. “It’s my man’s bachelor party! We’re going back home after a weekend of partying.” “Yeah” another of the men joins in the conversation “except this husband-to-be is too much of a pussy to lose his virginity beforehand.” “Yeah. His uptight fiance won’t even touch his dick until he’s got a ring around that finger, so he just has to play with his prick all day! And he’s not even seen her vagina! For all this idiot knows, she has a cock.” “I’m telling you she doesn’t.” “Oh, didn’t she steal yours yet?” The men tauntingly laugh at the soon to be wed. “We thought we’d be the good friends we are and let him have a practice go on a premium hooker we got him for the night, but he wasn’t interested.” “I want my first time to be special, okay?” “Look at this guy! That chick of his has actually convinced him to be cellabate. What a loser!” “Yeah, he kicked that prostitute out before we even told him of her speciality.” “Her what?” “Ah, it doesn’t matter now, does it?” The fiance is too invested to let the other man not continue. “What speciality?” “Well, she said was an expert at taking it in the back door, you know - a fan of people fishing for brown trout. We would have told you but you kicked her out before we could mention she doesn’t mind if you use a condom or not.” “Damnit. Why didn’t you stop me?” “Oh, has Mr loyalty suddenly grown some balls? Shame you're 12 hours too late.” The future husband curses his luck, or better yet, his own stupidity. “Bethany said I couldn’t stick my dick inside another woman’s vagina. She never said anything about an asshole.” “Aww man, why didn’t you tell us sooner? I guess we’re too late now though. I don’t know many prostitutes who work at this hour of the day. And if there is one, I don’t wanna see their tramp faces in this much sunlight.” That’s when the man seems to remember you’re standing right next to them, taking in another look as he does, though this time, it seems to have a purpose past fulfilling lust. “Say, I don’t suppose you’re a working girl.” [[SD5Smoke<-Offer your services][$SD5Smoke to 2]] [[SD5 Hub<-Return][$SD5Smoke to 1]]<</if>>

<<if $SD5Bag is 2>>Returning to the pair, you can’t help but reactively smile upon seeing their own glee at seeing their reappeared bag. “Dude, you found it!” The man takes it from you, taking a glance inside to confirm nothing was stolen. “This was so cool of you.” “Yeah, it was, thank you.” The woman snatches it from him. “But I think I should be the one to look after it from now on.” “Fine, but I get to say “I told you so” when you lose it.” “I’m not going to make a run for it when I hear an ice cream van, unlike some people.” “Stop…you’re making me hungry.” The woman focuses on you again, reaching into her pocket as she does. A hand takes out a bundle of money. “Here, take this. It’s the least I can do.” The couple return to their room after thanking you once more. [[SD5 Hub<-Return][$SD5Bag to 3, $I to $I + 50]] <<elseif $SD5Bag is 1>>You approach the chill couple once more. Conversation comes fairly easily, though it also quickly returns to the topic of the rogue bag, and who is at fault for its vanishing. [[SD5 Hub<-Return]] <<elseif $Top is 1>>Slightly nervously, you approach the pair overlooking the lot. The nonchalant chick gives you a nod of the head, which also gets the man’s attention. “Heya. Say…I don’t suppose you’ve seen a bag, have you?” “Aside from the one you’ve got, obviously.” The man elbows the woman. “Duh, why would we care to ask if we’ve seen her own bag?” “Whatever.” She looks at you again. “Ignore this idiot. You don’t want to hear his story of how he lost his bag.” “You don’t know that.” “I know that.” The couple seem intent on going at each other like an old married couple, if that couple were busy relaxing a few hours ago, so you try to return the topic back to the bag. “Did you lose something?” “See, I told you she wanted to know. We had a backpack filled with some…ugh, supplies. I may have misplaced it.” “There’s no maybe. You definitely did.” “Where did you last have it?” “I actually can’t remember.” The girl looks at him disappointedly. “Anyway, if you found it, we would super appreciate it.” [[SD5 Hub<-Return][$SD5Bag to 1]]\ <<elseif $Top is 0>>Slightly nervously, you approach the pair overlooking the lot. The nonchalant chick gives you a nod of the head, which also gets the man’s attention. “Heya. Looks like I’m not the only one who forgot to put on clothes this morning. See?” He snidely looks at the lady beside him. “Difference being this gal makes the look work. You make boxers look like a potato sack.” “Ugh whatever. Say…I don’t suppose you’ve seen a bag, have you?” “Aside from the one you’ve got, obviously.” The man elbows the woman. “Duh, why would we care to ask if we’ve seen her own bag?” “Whatever.” She looks at you again. “Ignore this idiot. You don’t want to hear his story of how he lost his bag.” “You don’t know that.” “I know that.” The couple seem intent on going at each other like an old married couple, if that couple were busy "relaxing" a few hours ago, so you try to return the topic back to the bag. “Did you lose something?” “See, I told you she wanted to know. We had a backpack filled with some…ugh, supplies. I may have misplaced it.” “There’s no maybe. You definitely did.” “Where did you last have it?” “I actually can’t remember.” The girl looks at him disappointedly. “Anyway, if you found it, we would super appreciate it.” [[SD5 Hub<-Return][$SD5Bag to 1]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Truck motel.jpg]] <<if $SD5Truck is 2>>You approach the trucker yet again, and reveal that you’ve got the requested funds. “Awesome. You ready to set off now?” [[SD5 Hub<-Remain here]] [[SD5 Leave<-Leave][$I to $I - 200]] <<elseif $SD5Truck is 1>>You make idle chit chat with the trucker again, which comes easily enough with the pleasant man. [[SD5 Hub<-Return]] <<elseif $SD5Truck is 0 and $Top is 0>>”Hey there.” The man looks up from his large sandwich to see you standing in front of him. At taking in your modest outfit, he almost chokes on part of it. “Hi.” “Where are you headed?” The man informs you of his destination. Encouragingly, it’s only a stone’s throw away from your home city! “I’d love to help you out, but I don’t know if I can take that kind of detour with my schedule. Not unless you could make it worth my time.” “How much are you thinking?” “200$ should be enough.” //200$!// You mask your infuriation at the exorbitant cost. But with the slim chances of finding someone else going back your way, this is likely the best chance you’ve got. “I’m hanging around for a while anyway. Let me know if you want to ride passenger.” As you walk away, you’re sure he’s checking out your ass. [[SD5 Hub<-Return][$SD5Truck to 1]]\ <<elseif $SD5Truck is 0 and $Top is 1>>”Hey there.” The man looks up from his large sandwich to see you standing in front of him. “Well hey there. What can I help you with?” “Where are you headed?” The man informs you of his destination. Encouragingly, it’s only a stone’s throw away from your home city! “I’d love to help you out, but I don’t know if I can take that kind of detour with my schedule. Not unless you could make it worth my time.” “How much are you thinking?” “200$ should be enough.” //200$!// You mask your infuriation at the exorbitant cost. But with the slim chances of finding someone else going back your way, this is likely the best chance you’ve got. “I’m hanging around for a while anyway. Let me know if you want to ride passenger.” [[SD5 Hub<-Return][$SD5Truck to 1]]<</if>>

The foul toilets are just as you imagined them to be. There’s only two cubicles and one of them has a missing door. The sinks have litter at the bottom preventing the water from draining and the above mirrors host a phonebook’s worth of numbers promising great head or handjobs or sex or ambiguous “good times.” There’s a wall bound machine for condoms and period products that has been smashed open, with empty condom wrappers on the floor beneath. The only other person in there is a shady looking man who seems to be waiting for someone. <<if $SD5Toilet lt 3>>[[SD5 Pee<-Approach the man]]<</if>> [[SD5 Hub<-Return]]

<<if $SD5Keys is 1>><<set $SD5Reception to 2>><</if>>\ You enter the reception of the rundown motel’s reception, which hosts a barely held together desk, and based on the state of the place, surprisingly, a computer. <<if $SD5Reception is 0>>Behind the desk is the same lady who took your keys. She doesn’t pay you much attention, since she’s too busy pondering whatever it is occupying her mind.<<elseif $SD5Reception is 1 or $SD5Reception is 2>>Behind the desk is the same nice lady who’s still trying to cheer herself up.<<elseif $SD5Reception is 3>>Behind the desk is the same lovely lady, who’s doing her best to suppress the bursting smile.<</if>> <<if $SD5Reception lt 3>>[[SD5 Receptionist<-Approach the woman]]<</if>> <<if $SD5Bag is 1>> [[SD5 Bag<-Ask about the missing bag]]<</if>> [[SD5 Hub<-Return]]

<<if $SD5Truck is 1 and $I gt 199>><<set $SD5Truck to 2>><</if>>\ [img[Images/Parking lot.jpg]] There’s a few people around on this Sunday morning, but most of them don’t look particularly reputable. There's 2 men standing around smoking in front of a car, with another one leaning on the hood, smoking too. A final one is in the driver’s seat, talking out of the rolled down window. They seem to be nursing a hangover. On the elevated floor giving access to the second layer of rooms, there’s a couple looking around observantly, not talking much. Standing in front of a truck which presumably belongs to him, there’s a middle aged man feasting on a sandwich, relaxing before he returns to the road. There is a communal toilet at one end of the motel, which you don’t imagine smells, looks or sounds great. There’s also the woman back in the reception, who looks stressed, though she also looks as though she's trying to repress those feelings. [[SD5Smoke<-Approach the gang of smokers]] <<if $SD5Bag lt 3>>[[SD5Couple<-Talk to the couple looking over the parking lot]]<</if>> [[SD5Truck<-Greet the trucker]] [[SD5Toilet<-Check out the toilet]] [[SD5Reception<-Return to the reception]]

<<if $Top is 1 and $SD5Reception is 2>>”Hey you. How are you doing?” “I actually think I lost something. I was wondering if you might have found it.” “That would depend. What did you lose?” You relay the details of the bag that the couple shared with you. “Is it this bag?” She pulls out a black backpack from underneath her desk. Confident that it’s the lost item in question, you thank her for having looked after it, and take it from her care. [[SD5Reception<-Return][$SD5Bag to 2]]\ <<elseif $Top is 1>>”Hi. Is there something more I can help you with?” “I actually think I lost something. I was wondering if you might have found it.” “That would depend. What did you lose?” You relay the details of the bag that the couple shared with you. “Is it this bag?” She pulls out a black backpack from underneath her desk. Confident that it’s the lost item in question, you thank the stressed woman for having looked after it, and take it from her care. [[SD5Reception<-Return][$SD5Bag to 2]]\ <<elseif $Top is 0 and $SD5Reception is 2>>”Hey you. How are you doing?” “I actually think I lost something. I was wondering if you might have found it.” “That would depend. What did you lose?” You relay the details of the bag that the couple shared with you. “Is it this bag?” She pulls out a black backpack from underneath her desk. Confident that it’s the lost item in question, you thank her for having looked after it, and take it from her care. [[SD5Reception<-Return][$SD5Bag to 2]]\ <<elseif $Top is 0>>”Hi, I was wondering if you’v…” “I’m sorry, I just really don't have the time to help you right now.” You leave after the woman’s curt dismissal. [[SD5Reception<-Return]]<</if>>

<<if $Top is 0 and $SD5Reception is 2>>”Is there something more I can help you with?” “I thought you might like these.” You slyly slide the stolen car keys across her desk. It takes a moment for her to consider who they might belong to, but she seems to understand once she looks outside at the four men. “Wait, don’t tell me these are…” “Yep.” The indifferent grin on her face twirls into gleeful countenance that is barely contained. “I can’t believe you’d do this for me! Thank you!” She takes the keys and stashes in them a drawer. “I wish I could have got revenge on them myself.” You smile and attempt to leave, but she calls you back. “Wait, I want to say thank you properly.” She scrounges around in another drawer, retrieving a small piece of paper that she slides over for you to take. “Here. It’s an offer for 50$ dollars of free gas. We normally give them out when someone books a longer stay, but it’s the least I can do.” You oblige and take the show of appreciation, figuring it takes you one step closer to getting home. “Thank you.” “Of course. Oh, and I’m sorry about before. I was rather rude. I don’t know if you lost your clothes or maybe you just like going out like this but, well, you actually make the look work.” Blushing, you thank her for her complement and accept the apology, before exiting the office. [[SD5 Hub<-Continue][$SD5Reception to 3, $I to $I + 50]] <<elseif $Top is 1 and $SD5Reception is 2>>”Hey. Is there something more I can help you with?” “I thought you might like these.” You slyly slide the stolen car keys across her desk. It takes a moment for her to consider who they might belong to, but she seems to understand once she looks outside at the four men. “Are these…” “Yep.” She starts giggling, cheering up for the first time since yesterday. “They’ll be looking everywhere for these. Thank you. I wish I had the confidence or the chance to get back at them like you did.” “Don’t worry about it.” You begin to leave, but her voice summons you back to the desk. “Wait, I want to say thank you properly.” She scrounges around in a drawer, retrieving a small piece of paper that she slides over for you to take. “Here. It’s an offer for 50$ dollars of free gas. We normally give them out when someone books a longer stay, but it’s the least I can do.” You oblige and take the show of appreciation, figuring it takes you one step closer to getting home. [[SD5 Hub<-Continue][$SD5Reception to 3, $I to $I + 50]]\ <<elseif $Top is 0 and $SD5Reception is 1>>The girl barely spares a sentence for you before she has to return to work. [[SD5Reception<-Return]] <<elseif $Top is 1 and $SD5Reception is 1>>You talk to the nice girl for a while longer before she has to return to work. [[SD5Reception<-Return]] <<elseif $Top is 1>>”Hi.” “Hey there. Can I help you with anything more?” “Are you okay? You seem a little upset.” She pauses briefly, looking outside to the four men smoking. “I suppose if I can’t hide it, I might at least tell someone. It’s those assholes. They were pretty drunk when they arrived last night. And when they saw a lonely girl at reception, they figured they could take advantage of me.” “I’m so sorry, but why don’t you report it? Surely there’s some cameras that captured it all.” “There are, but it’s not that. This place has bad enough ratings as it is. If my boss saw that I got our motel some bad press, he’d fire me on the spot.” “That’s awful. I wish there was something I could do.” She wipes her eyes a little, removing evidence of tears. “Don’t worry about it. You’ve done more than enough by letting me complain to you. I just wish there was a way I could get back at them.” She talks a while longer before she regretfully has to get back to work.\ [[SD5Reception<-Return][$SD5Reception to 1]] <<else>>”Hi.” “Oh, it’s you.” She looks you up and down, unsure of what to think. “Can I help you with anything else?” “Are you okay? You seem a little upset.” She pauses briefly, looking outside to the four men smoking. “It’s nothing. You wouldn’t understand.” “Are you sure?” “And what do you care? Based on how you’re dressed, you probably welcome any advances. Well not everyone is like that, certainly not me!” “What exactly happened?” “It’s those assholes.” She nods at the 4 guys in the parking lot. “They…they can’t keep their hands to themselves.” “I’m sorry.” She shakes her head and rubs her eyes. “Whatever. I shouldn’t have said anything.” You leave. Clearly she’s upset at the men and just projecting that onto you, but you do wish there was some way you could make her feel better. [[SD5Reception<-Return][$SD5Reception to 1]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Highway.jpg]] The ride home is thankfully, much more comfortable than it was to get here. The nice man’s truck is deceptively fast, and you cruise past the other vehicles that you were forced to trail behind yesterday. And your traveling partner proves to be far less testy than $Ash . He tells you the story of how he became a truck driver, his family and friends, drunk stories, and everything else he can think of. You’d love to match his own exposition and recount some fascinating tales, but most of your experiences in recent memory have been about your feminization, which, while very interesting, might not be a story for everyone.<<if $Top is 1>><<else>> You do, however, make up a funny story about how you ended up in nothing but your underwear.<</if>> When the conversation dies down on the long path home, the agreeable music he decides to play fills the air comfortably. At some point when it’s dark out, the gentleman parks his truck, letting you get out on the same street you call home. You might be more emotional about saying goodbye to such an immediately close friend were you not so exhausted. You enter the house after waving goodbye to him. [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] Inside, that joyous feeling gets quickly forgotten thanks to the sight of $Ash , who’s in bed, audibly sobbing from the moment you entered. She doesn’t react to your arrival, not even to check who it is. There’s no attempt to apologize for leaving you, or even to curiously ask how you got home. But you understand clearly why that is. Her heart is broken worse than anything you could have ever done to her. No words could fix it, so you don’t try. You lay under the covers next to her. After you’re settled down and almost asleep, you feel her head lay on your chest, her arms around your body, seeking comfort and a warm embrace. [[Room 3/4<-Continue][$H to 7]] <<set $SleepProcess to 1>>\ <<set $Day to $Day + 1, $Day3 to $Day3 + 1>>\ <<if $Day3 is 8>><<set $Day3 to 1>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 2>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<if $C5 lte 0>><<set $S to $S + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Bed2 is 1>><<set $S to $S - 1>><</if>>\

<<if $SD5Pee is 2>>”I could be your slut.” His face lights up like a firework display. “Really? You’d really be willing to let me do that to you? I’ll pay you, of course.” “What do you have in mind?” “Nothing special, you’d only need to open wide and let me empty my bladder inside.” He leads you inside one of the stalls, where he politely tells you to take a seat on the filthy toilet. It smells remarkably worse in here. He unzips his pants, pulls down his boxers, and lets his manhood come to life in front of your eyes. “So you don’t even want me to touch it?” “Nope. Just sit there and look pretty.” When he’s at full strength, the eye of the beast is staring straight at you. “Ready?” You nod in agreement. “One more thing. Could you close your eyes?” You oblige the minor request. There’s a few seconds of tense silence as you wait for the yellow stream to begin. You begin to worry that this is some bad prank and that he’s left you like this, or that he’s trying to rob you, though you have little on you. Such thoughts are cut off by the violent beginning of the golden tsunami, which at first hits nowhere close to your mouth, instead striking your eyelids. The man corrects his aim, and embarrassed, murmurs a sorry under his breath. The stream returns to its intended target of your mouth, which is rapidly filled, so you have to swallow it down, but that’s hard to done with an agape mouth, so your mouth keeps somehow getting fuller and fuller until it's spilling out, drooling warmly down your chin. The man has evidently not drained his lizard in an intentionally long time, so just when you think he’s empty and about to stop, your state of surprise keeps rising, which, by the sounds of it, is the same with his horniness. Just when you begin to worry about drowning in his pee, the stream trickles off, first coating your leg before it drips impotently on the floor. You open your eyes after a final swallow, taking in the final pint of urine. After what resembles orgasmic moans on his part, he attempts to return to a calm state. [img[Images/Pee motel.jpg]] “That was great. You take piss like a porn star. Here.” After sheathing his manhood and pulling up his pants, he takes out a collection of notes from his pocket, tossing them into your lap. He takes off without another word, though undoubtedly grateful for you saving his day. You recover as best you can following the degrading act, picking up the cash he left for you. [[SD5Toilet<-Return][$SD5Toilet to 3, $I to $I + 50, $FPissS to $FPissS + 1]] <<elseif $SD5Pee is 1>>”Hey again.” The man looks a little more agitated this time, but the fact that he’s still here means he’s at least a little optimistic that his date is going to arrive. “Hey.” [[SD5 Pee<-Offer to be his slut][$SD5Pee to 2]] [[SD5Toilet<-Return]] <<elseif $SD5Pee is 0 and $Top is 1>>The man perks up at seeing you slowly walking up to him. “Are you the person?” “Person? Who are you waiting for?” “Damnit, so you’re not. I had a date with someone.” “And you were meeting them in these dingy toilets?” “Well, it wasn’t as though we were going on a picnic.” He looks sadly towards the cubicles. “People can be so unreliable.” Sensing an opportunity, you press for details. “What exactly were you going to do then?” “I don’t want to be improper.” “I think I can take whatever you have in mind.” He contemplates you for a moment. “I paid this slut to let me pee in her mouth. There. Go ahead and judge me.” [[SD5 Pee<-”I can be your slut…][$SD5Pee to 2]] [[SD5Toilet<-Leave][$SD5Pee to 1]] <<elseif $SD5Pee is 0 and $Top is 0>>The man perks up at seeing you slowly walking up to him. “Are you the person?” “Person? Who are you waiting for?” “Damnit, so you’re not. I had a date with someone.” “And you were meeting them in these dingy toilets?” “Well, it wasn’t as though we were going on a picnic.” He looks sadly towards the cubicles. “People can be so unreliable.” Sensing an opportunity, you press for details. “What exactly were you going to do then?” Judging you and your outfit, he seems to deem you to be degenerative enough for the truth. “I paid this slut to let me pee in her mouth.” [[SD5 Pee<-”I can be your slut…][$SD5Pee to 2]] [[SD5Toilet<-Leave][$SD5Pee to 1]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Unmade bed.jpg]] From the moment you step into the vacant room, it becomes clear that it’s still teeming with signs of the party’s activities last night. No one even pretended to have made the bed, and there’s a small liquor store’s worth of empty bottles and cans of beer littering the floor. “Looks like we forgot to tidy up, sorry.” Perhaps uncoincidentally, the fiance seems to be the nicest man of the group. After closing the door behind you, the man takes a seat on the bed, seemingly unsure of how to initiate sex. He really is a virgin. You’d love to tell him to be blunt about it. After all, you are prostituting yourself just for some cash. He has no need to be subtle. ”So, err, how would you like to do this?” Something of an expert at being penetrated, you look past the man, onto the double bed. You slide onto it, past his shaking eyes. Seductively crawling onto the mattress, you rest in a doggy style position. Touching your chin to your shoulder, you turn around to call him to you with 2 salacious eyes. “Rough.” He seems to pick up what you’re putting down, and he shambles behind you until his crotch, including a throbbing member trapped behind a pair of constrained jeans, slams into your pointed ass. You arch your back to look as sexy as possible from behind, and listen as he unzips his flier, pulling his pants down, followed by your own clothes, panties included. His raw dick enters you before you even remember to ask if he has any condoms. True to his virgin nature, he’s sloppy in his performance. He’s certainly not making love to you, he’s just awkwardly jamming his dick in and out of you rather dryly for a while until you decide to speak up to give him some pointers. “You don’t want to lean on your partner so much when you’re doing doggy style.” “Oh right. Thanks.” “And if you wanted to spank me a bit, or pull my hair, I wouldn’t mind.” “Really? Alright.” The inexperienced fiance seems to take your advice to heart. He seems to enjoy it more now, based on his louder moans, and how he gets increasingly aggressive when he slaps your ass. And it actually makes the situation more pleasurable for you. If only you could brag to his partner about how you’ve helped her out. [img[Images/P - Anal motel.jpg]] <<if $L gt 8>>The fun continues for a while longer, with your own pleasure growing in parallel to the man, until the screams of lust exiting your mouth eclipse his entirely. The stress of the past 24 hours has clearly made you forget just how horny you were, because you can feel an orgasm approaching, rapidly. “Harder, harder, HARDER!” Even with a beginner at sex, your prostate gets tickled enough with his feather duster that you get a toe curling shudder of an orgasm for your trouble, and the sensation of leaking in your asshole and the man slowing down means he’s just felt the same divine thing.\ <<else>>You listen to the man approach an orgasm, while you’re left faking moans. It’s not that the sex is worthless, and it’s also not that you’re not horny, but the overwhelming toll of a twelve hour bus ride, a nights’ sleep on a crappy motel mattress, and whatever things you saw in the secret facility has left you rather indifferent to this type of pleasure. You need another rest more than you need this sex. But you also understand that for that, you need to get home. And to do that, you have to prostitute yourself. So whilst you feel a distinct leaking in your asshole and the grunts of the fiance, you mimic your own orgasm.<</if>> The man creeps away to the bathroom, presumably to clean up a bit. You put your attire back into place and try not to think about the situation you’re in. //Maybe being a prostitute isn’t that bad// After debating that thought for a little while, you spot something of note on a coffee table. Next to the room keys, are the keys to the man’s car, and presumably his house too. [img[Images/Car keys.jpg]] <<if $SD5Reception is 1>>Maybe this is a chance to get retribution for the receptionist!<<else>>Sure, you can’t think of a good reason to take them, but he won’t notice if they go missing, and these people are bad people, right? They’re willing to cheat on the love of their life on a technicality. What have you got to lose?<</if>> [[SD5 Sex 2<-Steal the keys][$SD5Keys to 1]] [[SD5 Sex 2<-Leave them alone]]

<<if $L gt 8>><<set $L to 0>><<else>><<set $L to $L + 2>><</if>>\ <<set $AnalS to $AnalS + 2>>\ <<if $SD5Keys is 1 and $Top is 1>>With a check to see the cheating fiance isn’t returning to the room, you take the keys before he has a chance to come back.\ <<elseif $SD5Keys is 1>>With a check to see the cheating fiance isn’t returning to the room, you take the keys and do your best to hide them, which, with your lack of clothes, is rather hard to do, but you manage to find a place to stash them. It’s not like your butt isn’t stretched right now anyway.\ <<else>>You opt not to take the car keys. Just because these men are bad, doesn’t mean you have to be.<</if>> “Thank you. You were really great.” “Sure. Has your buddy got the money?” “Yeah, he should still be outside.” You leave to reacquaint yourself with the supposed pimp, who looks beaming that he actually got his best friend to cheat on his future wife. “You did it?! That’s amazing. Tell me, was his dick as small as I think it is? He’s always so protective of it when we work out together, such a pussy. Here!” He hands you a collection of notes totalling 100$, which you proudly take for your work. //His wife’s pussy will never compare to my pussy// [[SD5 Hub<-Continue][$SD5Smoke to 3, $I to $I + 100]]

Entering room 68, your teacher is standing clearly awaiting yours and $Ash ‘s arrival, as her eyes are locked on you from the moment your feet enter the room. “I’m glad you’re both here. There’s a lot we need to talk about. Firstly, this.” <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>>holds up her phone so that you can both see it. The display is clearly visible for you to stare at worryingly. It’s the software used to control your chastity device, with one green backed wall hosting a single sentence. “User unlocked.” “It seems you two had quite the busy weekend. You took a trek across the country to unlock your devices, right? Well, you must be quite pleased with the result, $name .” <<if visited("SD 5i+")>>To your side, $Ash seems confused, but then she understands that she’s bearing more of your teacher’s scorn than you are. <</if>><<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 looks almost betrayed by your actions, but you don’t want to cut her off and tell her it happened so quickly that you couldn’t stop it.<<else>>If only you had more time to appreciate it.<</if>> “And you, $Ash , must be pretty disappointed. How does it feel to know you won’t ever have access to your pussy again?” $Ash ‘s temper is never a calm thing, and you can almost hear her blood boiling. More concerningly is her hands, which are balled up into fists, ready strike if your teacher says just one more word. “You’re a bitch. You’ve ruined my life. I’ll never forget this.” “I’m devastated. But, I have to applaud your attempt at getting out. When I saw that you were unlocked, $name , I knew you two must have been up to something. And I’m willing to bet you were the brains behind it, right, $Ash ?” She’s silent, and that gives <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>>the answer she suspected. “But how could I forget, that’s not all, is it?” Her eyes turn to you once more. “Your perversions for looking into women’s underwear drawers will keep getting you in trouble, $name . I could tell the moment I looked through my clothes that you had rummaged through them, and the security cameras proved that you were there.” She shows another image on her phone, this time, a screenshot of $Ash leading the way in breaking into her house. “I’m not sure why you two decided to show up to my apartment uninvited, but I doubt that was the first step in your escape plan, was it $Ash ? That, and whatever else you did was all for nothing. You’re trapped forever, and I’ll be locking you back up later, at the end of the day.” She returns to her desk, and the classroom fills up with the rest of the student body. Throughout the lesson, you have to maintain your composure that your teacher actually figured out what you were up to. $Ash doesn’t make any attempt to make it seem like she’s listening. Her eyes never stray from your diabolical teacher. [[Secret Desires 6b<-Continue][$H to 12]]

At lunchtime, you try to find $Ash , who’s just as she was outside the facility yesterday. She’s corpse-like on a bench, thinking who-knows-what. You take a seat next to her. “I wish I never came to this school.” //Says you// “I’m sorry $Ash . What do you want to do now?” “I want…revenge.” “Revenge? On Miss $Gray ?” You’re shocked that she’s willing to fight cruel power so brazenly. “Yes.” “Like what? Cutting her brake lines?” “No, that’s too simple. Don’t you see? That wouldn’t get to her. She revels in torturing us, in knowing that we have no choice but to put up with it because she’s the one in control. Sending her to the hospital for a week would annoy her, not make her hate herself like this. We can fight fire with fire. We can ruin her image, destroy her self esteem. Make her look like a hypocrite in front of her steadfast rules. That’ll hurt her more than any car accident.” <<if $BlackmailDatePhone is 1>>During her monologue, the blackmail you have on your teacher comes to mind. Thousands of incriminating messages that would certainly get you something from her. Sure, you don’t know what, but it would be something. Or, you could go with $Ash ‘s plan of payback. [[Secret Desires 6 Blackmail<-Explain the blackmail you have][$BlackmailDatePhone to 2]] [[Secret Desires 6 Ash<-Go with her plan][$Revenge to 1]]\ <<else>>[[Secret Desires 6 Ash<-Continue][$Revenge to 1]]<</if>>

“There might be an easier way.” $Ash looks disbelieving at you. “And what’s that?” You show her the files you have on your phone. She barely needs to scroll through 10 messages to understand the power what you have has. “$name , this is amazing!” She hugs you in pure amazement. “Do you realize what we can do with this?” You shrug. “Forget revenge. With this, we can get rid of her entirely!” “But if we go to the police, won’t her friends come after us?” “They would, so that’s why we tell her to resign from Farrix. And if she doesn't then we threaten to go to the police. They’d be hurt a lot more than we would if this got out. She’ll have no choice!” “Do you really think this will work?” “There’s only one way to find out.” [[Secret Desires 6b Blackmail<-Continue][$H to 16]]

”Alright, let’s do it.” $Ash looks at you, pleased at your agreement. “Good. We’ll go to her later to get your cage locked. From now on, we don’t have to care about looking like the perfect students. And I think I’ve got the perfect way to start off our plan." [[Secret Desires 6 Ash 2<-Continue][$H to 16]]

It’s the end of the school day, and your teacher is expecting you to meet her so that she can lock your chastity cage once more. She’s eager to get the task done when you arrive in her otherwise empty classroom. $Ash is with you too, perhaps looking for inspiration for her future shenanigans. <<if $GrayBestie is 0>>It’s eerily quiet as Miss $Gray checks your crotch, clicking the device back into place, blocking out your freedom before you even had a chance to enjoy it. Your teacher doesn’t seem to be in the mood to train you anymore today, so she quickly dismisses you afterwards.\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 says very little as she reattaches your chastity cage. It’s concerning, largely because you don’t want to ruin your positive relationship with her. It’s saved you from greater punishment in the past, so losing it would be really bad for you. Hopefully, she will assume your submissive tendencies continued when you assisted $Ash in escaping your chastity devices. Sadly, with the hectic day you had yesterday, you were never able to make use of your freedom like you would have liked to. She dismisses you quickly afterwards. Evidently, she’s not in the mood to train you anymore today.<</if>> $Ash leaves, and you follow her, like a good sissy always does. [[Secret Desires 6 Ash End<-Continue]]

It’s the end of the school day, and your teacher is expecting you to meet her so that she can lock your chastity cage once more. But you, along with $Ash , have other plans. $Gray2 ‘s classroom is empty except for her when you arrive. “Good, you’re here. I’ve wasted enough time on you two today. Let’s get this over with.” But when she summons you closer, you remain still. “I don’t think so. Your reign of terror is over.” $Gray2 almost smiles at $Ash ‘s interruption. "That’s very cute $Ash . I’d love to lock your vagina up as punishment, but I guess I’ll never have to do that again, will I? Now, $name, get here.” “Shut up and listen you dumb whore.” $Ash slams down a stack of paper, evidently having printed off the proof of her corruption. "We’ve got enough on you to send you to prison for a lifetime, and you can rip up these sheets if you want, because we’ve got back ups for back ups. You and your friends are fucked, unless you do exactly what I say.” Your teacher remains silent at the front of the classroom, their positions from the start of the day reversed in surprising fashion. While $Gray2 attempts to remain stoic and in control of the situation, you can tell she’s flustered. “How did you…” She violently turns from $Ash to you. "$name ! How could you do this to me?! I opened up to you, and this is how you repay me? By going through my phone? I expected this from $Ash , but I thought you were better. Was it all a ploy to get closer to me? Is this because of you, you bitch?!” “It doesn’t matter. The results are the same. And unless you want this evidence of your corruption going to the police and maybe every news station in the city while I’m at it, you’re going to do what you’re told. Understood?” $Gray2 utters nothing. “You’re going to resign. Leave this school. Start day drinking or get another job, I don’t care. But I won’t see you here, or anywhere else. Do I make myself clear?” “But…$Ash…you..you..you don’t understand. You see, I can’t just leave like that, there’s paperwork and things that need to be filled out.” “Too bad. You got this job through corruption. I’m sure you can get out of it through the same. I want a new teacher tomorrow, not your manipulative ass.” $Ash storms out, radiating furious glee at having rid herself of $Gray2 . $Gray2 , on the other hand, does nothing but silently look at you. She knows you screwed her over. You don’t have the courage to brag about it, nor to apologize. You’re simply so shocked that you’re actually going to be free of Miss $Gray and her feminization. Without another word uttered, you head for the door. “I thought this meant something to you.” $Gray2 is staring at the tattoo on her arm, the one that matches your own. For you, it’s a symbol marking how you rid yourself of a demon. For her, it's a forever reminder to never get close to someone. [[Secret Desires 6b End<-Continue]]

*End of this story route, for now. Thank you for playing this far! I hope you’ve enjoyed the adventure as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. If you’d like to play more, I’d encourage you to explore the other paths in the game. Any feedback in the TFGames forum is appreciated, whether its thoughts on what the story could add, or refinement of what’s already in here. Click <<button here>><<script>>UI.alert("Miss $Gray / Gray2 disappears from the game, and is replaced by someone far worse. The replacement teacher is even stricter and less caring about the PC’s situation, and continues where their predecessor left off. PC will have a night of freedom from chastity, with the outcome being a reflection of their relationship with Ash . Ash ‘s BDSM requirements at home intensify. Ash will also come to terms with being in chastity forever.");<</script>><</button>> for a hint of what’s planned for this specific path in a future update.. Click <<button here>><<script>>UI.alert("-If you would be kicked out by Hannah , have the ability to move in with Jen , complete with the sexual situations she puts you in, also featuring her boyfriend. -If you would be kicked out by Hannah , have the ability to move in with Alex , including her unique desires for a relationship. -More events with Jen + completion of her backstory. -More events with Alex . . -Optional diaper content. -New modifications to the chastity cage, including spikes. -Event to change PC's masculine name to a feminine one. -Full male to female transformation.");<</script>><</button>> for some of the content that will be added to the rest of the game.

<<set $HouseOutfit to 0>>[img[Images/Car interior.jpg]] Just as your previous excursions with $Hannah and Miss $Gray , the car ride ends with you parked in the middle of the densest part of the city, both in terms of shops, and people. The two women exit the vehicle first, and you're left to follow suit. The first stop on the trip is an extravagant clothing store, Feminal Sun, which specializes in women’s apparel. All the mannequins on display are decked out in all manners of ladies’ clothing, from jeggings to ball gowns, and the women you’re following are looking for something in the middle. While the store is certainly luxurious, and values quality over quantity, which is obvious from the decor, a quick check at a price tag on a simple pair of slacks confirms that this isnot the type of store for you and your modest budget. For the two working women you’re with though, it seems this location is the first port of call for new clothes. [img[Images/House 4 mannequinn 1.jpg]] They set about looking for an appropriate outfit. Miss $Gray heads in the direction of the dresses, while $Hannah prefers the skirts, and presumably with a new blouse to match. [[House 4c<-Follow your teacher][$HouseOutfit to 1]] [[House 4c<-Follow your stepsister][$HouseOutfit to 2]] [[House 4c<-Wander off alone][$HouseOutfit to 3]]

<<if $HouseOutfit is 1>>While the outfits Miss $Gray normally adorns for Farrix are teasingly slim fitted, you’ve seen that trend alter since you’ve started living with her, especially on weekends. They are still incredibly sexy, but they might be flared instead, or don’t give a wide view of her cleavage. The dress she seems to be looking for right now is more like that. “What do you think, girl? I know you’re probably eyeing the pink dresses with bows and frills, but that’s not a refined woman’s style. What I need is something more mature. Black is always a classic, but it’s very unoriginal if you want to look good as a woman. White is almost the same, though obviously you have to worry about stains more, and with you still perfecting your maid skills, I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Light colors are too “cute” for me, I’m looking for something hotter, so that rules out a fair few shades. Gray, purple, dark green or navy are always classics, but for tonight, I want something special. This is mine and $Hannah ‘s first date with you as our maid. And for me, that means only one thing: red.” “Why red?” Miss $Gray almost sighs, but she then decides to teach you a lesson. “Red is a beautiful color. On some women, it can be cute. On some, it can be sexy. And on others, it can be whorish. That versatility is great. I mastered the balance of all three a long time ago. I’d wear it everyday if I could, but then it would be less special. As you’ve no doubt come to realize, the only color I’ll allow on my nails is red. That’s for the same reason. Not only is it sexy on me, it projects power, and confidence. Your step sister still likes her array of shades, but in time, she’ll agree with me.” “Do you prefer dresses to skirts and blouses?” “Most of the time, yes. They’re much more simple, since you only have to worry about one item of clothing. And I’ve observed the effects they have on both men, and women. Dresses are just sexier, since it’s only one item between being intimate with a person. That’s not to say a skirt doesn’t have its place, but I definitely prefer the alternative.” <<elseif $HouseOutfit is 2>>$Hannah tends to dress as professionally as her counterpart, maybe that’s even one of the reasons they get along so well, and so it’s no surprise that she’s enjoying the shopping of skirts in this store. “What are you looking for?” “I’m not quite sure yet, $name . I think I see a blouse that I like, but then it doesn’t match with the skirt that I’m eyeing. I understand why $Gray2 prefers dresses.” She sighs. “Do you prefer a skirt and blouse?” “Definitely. It’s more complicated, sure, since you have to ensure they match not only with each other, but also then your bag and heels, but I like the creativity that it allows me to channel. You can get a bizarre, though beautiful, mix of colors. It takes a lot of skill in knowing if a look works. A reliable method is to have one plain item, and then one eye catching item.” “Don’t you ever wear pants to work?” “I used to, but your teacher isn’t the biggest fan of them. But fashion wise, they’re largely the same. Of course, some men will call you a prude for your choices, but you can counter them by your choice in a blouse. And if you do wear pants, you also get to wear a belt with them, which can be the eye catching piece instead.” “Is there anything else that wearing pants changes?” “Well, they lend themself better to flat shoes, I suppose. Of course, my work place frowns upon such shoes, but if it’s a bad day, wearing them can make life a lot easier. It also means that you don’t have to worry about getting a ladder in your pantyhose. Well, I suppose not completely, but it’s a lot more common to get a run at your thighs or calf than it is at your feet. If you wanted to, you could even wear socks instead. Well, you can’t. I know $Gray2 doesn’t allow it, but most women can. It looks tacky, but you can. Knee high stockings do exist, which have the same look as pantyhose under slacks, but $Gray2 really doesn’t like them. She considers them “lazy”, and “half-assing womanhood". I don’t really agree with that, but I prefer pantyhose anyway."\ <<elseif $HouseOutfit is 3>>Leaving the other women to their shopping, at least for now, you observe the clothing in the luxury store. There’s not just the clothing that Miss $Gray and $Hannah are interested in, there’s also pants and jeans. All of the jeans are incredibly tight and form fitting, so there are no so called “mom jeans.” And most of the denim that is there have some bedazzlement on the rear, featuring love hearts and embroidered butterflies, as if the form fitting jeans didn’t draw enough attention to the butt as is. “If I were you” $Hannah has wandered over to where you are “I wouldn’t waste your time buying anything from this section. $Gray2 hates that I let you have pants at all, even if they are for girls. I don't think she'd let you buy more with her here. Besides, you don’t want any of these jeggings anyway.” “Why not?” “While they might look the same as jeans, they don’t do nearly as much to shape your body. Put it this way, have you ever worn a pair of pants that were really tight in the butt?” You nod your head. “That’s because they’re designed to frame your ass as best as they possibly can. Jeggings or leggings don’t do that. As comfortable as they are, you’re better off with something that makes you look good.” “What about shorts?” “To $Gray2 , they’re almost the same. If you go to the trouble of shavi… “...ng, moisturizing and caring for your legs, you might as well show them off in something more flattering.” Miss $Gray has returned to where the two of you are. “Skirts and shorts do almost the same thing, but skirts are so much more appealing. It’s a shame more women haven’t realized that.”<</if>> After you all wander around the store some more, Miss $Gray and $Hannah decide it’s time to try on some outfits, and it’s your job to help them. But sadly, that’s not nearly as sexy as you thought it would be. One of the women takes a seat outside the changing rooms, and you enter it with the other. There, you help unzip them from their current outfit, but they make you turn around to avoid seeing them in their underwear. The most you’re left with is seeing a hint of bra strap whilst you help them zip their new outfits on. Whenever the ladies give opinions on each others’ outfits, you try to contribute your own, but they just talk over you. As rude as that is, it makes you question if they really needed to invite you along, or if they just wanted to publicly humiliate you some more. The whole process takes several hours, and leaves you dramatically more turned on. In the end, Miss $Gray buys a beautiful red dress, and $Hannah , a blouse and skirt, with a statement red belt. [img[Images/Gray red dress.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Hannah shopping.jpg]] [[House 4d<-Continue][$H to $H + 5, $L to $L + 3]]

<<if $L gt 10>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>\ “Where next, honey?” The way $Hannah asks that makes it seem like there’s several more stops planned. “I think we need some new shoes to match our new outfits, don’t you?” “It’d be nice, but I’m not sure if we have time for that and to check out the perfume store.” “Perfume? I don't think you need any more perfume, babe. Have you seen your vanity table?” “Yeah, and it’s not nearly as cluttered as your shoe closet is.” The women pause in the middle of the street, with you stuck in the middle. “If we go to the shoe store, our maid can help us and give us those foot massages like you wanted.” “I thought you meant an actual massage, not something from $name .” “This is what you wanted a maid for though, wasn’t it? To have someone to help you around the house? To take care of you?” “Well, yeah, but it’s not like he’s been properly trained to be a maid.” “Hold on, not “properly trained?” You know that ever since I met her, I’ve been making her become more and more submissive, right?” “I do, yeah, not that you have ever told me why…” “We’ve talked about this before; my work’s very important, but there’s a lot I’m not allowed to talk about.” “And do you know how much that hurts me? That my girlfriend can’t even tell me what her actual job is?” “No, I don’t, but I told you this before we properly started dating. You can’t keep holding it against me.” “Why not? What could your work be when you took an innocent boy and made him into a sissy?” “She was never innocent and you know that. Even when we met, when you were worried after she stole your panties, she was NOT innocent. And ever since then, she’s been far better behaved.” “If she’s so much better behaved, why do you have to keep reporting her progress to your friends? Whenever we go on a date, you can’t go an hour without checking your phone for replies from them.” “I’m not explaining this now, if ever, okay?” “Why not? I’ve told you so much about myself but you never open up to me.” “ENOUGH. WE’VE TALKED ABOUT THIS PLENTY OF TIMES BEFORE AND IT’S GOING TO BE THE SAME ANSWER. NOW SHUT UP.” $Hannah silently looks at her girlfriend, unsure whether to continue arguing or comply. “Let’s…let’s go home.” [[Home 4e<-Continue][$H to $H + 2]]

<<set $Var to 0>>\ The car ride home is awkward. You don’t dare murmur a word, but that’s not important since you’re too busy thinking about the things $Hannah let slip during their argument anyway. Conversation, light at first, picks up between the two women, about comfortable topics. In the end, they opt to still go on the date, though their relationship was definitely tested today. They still insist on making you do their makeup and nails, where you continue to add nothing to the conversation. They put on their new outfits. Miss $Gray takes a long time to decide on a pair of heels, while $Hannah has to conclude on what perfume is best. Ultimately, they leave for their date alone, letting you stay behind. That’s when it hits you. You’re left completely alone in the house. If you wanted to, you could sneak into $Hannah and Miss $Gray ‘s room. [img[Images/Door.jpg]] [[House 4 Sneak<-Enter their bedroom][$H to 21]] [[Room 1/2<-Leave it alone][$H to 21]]

<<if $Var is 0>><<set $Var to 1>><</if>>\ The bedroom is largely as you remember from the last time you entered, though it’s not free from Miss $Gray ‘s touch. There’s two vanity tables now, as well as even more furniture for holding clothes. A desk lies in the corner, presumably for holding your teacher’s computer. [[House4 Bedside table<-Cherck the bedside table]] [[House4 Closet<-Check the closets]] [[House4 Vanity table<-Check the vanity table]] <<if $WeddingBlackmail is 1>>You've already used the computer<<else>>[[House 4 Desk<-Check the desk]]<</if>> [[Room 1/2<-Leave]] <<if $Dress8 is 1 and $Var is 1>><<set $Var to 2>>You received a new dress!<</if>>

[img[Images/Desktop.jpg]] Wandering over to the computer, you’re surprised to see the power light is already on, yet the monitor’s black. Eagerly, you wiggle the mouse. After a couple second delay, the screen comes to life. In her hurry to leave for their date, she forgot to log out! Inside her files could be a gold mine of information! Maybe you could finally figure out why you were sent to Farrix. [[House 4 Sneak<-Return]] [[House 4 Computer 2<-Explore her computer]]

The two vanity tables, even from the items of furniture alone, are distinct from one another. $Gray’s is mature, while $Hannah ‘s looks like she had it as a child. The white wood used contrasts with girly stickers which cover it like bugs. And while your stepsister’s vanity table is a mess of dozens of bottles of nail polish, lipstick and eyeshadow palettes, your teacher’s hosts a much more organized collection of makeup. It seems Miss $Gray discovered a long time ago what colors look good on her, or at the very least, what commands the most respect. Even her perfume bottles are minimalistic. She has only three vials of sweet scents, which you assume are “work” “home” and “other.” $Hannah ‘s meanwhile, threaten to topple over onto the floor. Most of them barely look to have lost any liquid, while even those that are scraped clean of fluid haven’t been thrown out. You’re beginning to see Miss $Gray ‘s point about her obsession. [[House 4 Sneak<-Return]]

There are a pair of closets in the women’s room. You're familiar with $Ash ‘s, which host a plethora of blouses and skirts, with the occasional dress mixed in. What’s more intriguing though, is what’s inside your teacher’s cupboard. The inside of that doesn’t contain many surprises, or so you think at first. Dresses hang from the bar inside, neatly spaced apart so that they aren’t cramped together. At the bottom are all her shoes. Despite the range of colors, they all have one thing in common: a heel. And the smallest heel is at least 5 inches off the ground. The only ones in the closet that you don’t think you’ve ever seen her wear are the boots, some of which go up to the knee, while some go well past that to the thigh. All of them look incredibly sexy. The last thing to catch your eye is a chest at the bottom. Opening it up, you see something very, very interesting. Not that your teacher shouldn’t have a box of sex toys, but you never imagined that she would. Rummaging around, you see the collection isn’t terribly expansive. There are a couple of dildoes, presumably for what is also in the box - strap ons. //Does Miss $Gray peg $Hannah with this?// If she did, the lubricant alongside it certainly helps, and the rope and handcuffs would make it even more interesting. They’re all, sadly, clean of any sexual juices. You close the chest. <<if $Dress8 is 0>>Barely catching your eye, there's a some fabric stuck by the side of the dress. Yanking it out, you see it's an unloved dress. The design is in character for your teacher - it’s a dark color, and it’s in a pencil style. It’s the type of thing you’ve come to greatly enjoy eyeing her body in. However, at no time since you’ve been at Farrix can you recall her wearing this specific dress, nor has she at home. Now, maybe that’s just you having poor memory, but given how tight it seems to be, that doesn’t seem likely. Holding it up in the air, it’s a mystery why your teacher wouldn’t care for this one. The only plausible answer you can come up with is that it’s only poor in comparison to the rest of her collection. //It sure would be a shame for this beautiful dress to go ignored// [[House 4 Sneak<-Take the dress][$Dress8 to 1]] [[House 4 Sneak<-Leave it alone]]\ <<else>>You've already stolen Miss $Gray 's dress [[House 4 Sneak<-Return]]<</if>>

Almost magnetized, you approach the bedside tables. $Hannah ‘s drawers are just as you remember them. There’s a bunch of cute panties in one drawer, and bras in another. In the bottom one, there’s her hosiery. There’s some socks with intricate patterns, but the fact that they're at the bottom of the pile makes you think that they don’t see a lot of usage. Above them, are all of her nylons. There are a few pairs of stockings and garter belts, but mostly, they’re all pantyhose. But of course, you’ve already been in $Hannah ‘s panty drawer. What you are much more curious about is Miss $Gray ‘s. As you approach it, you’re glad to see there’s no locks on it. As bizarre as that would be, it wouldn’t be terribly surprising given your teacher’s opposition to you entering her room, likely because you would look in her panty drawer. So naturally, you decide to prove her right. Her panties could be considered conservative. Certainly not because of their style, in fact, in that regard, they’re quite slutish, but they are modest in regards to color. They are all dark shades. Amidst all the black are grays and purples and blues and reds. Notable in their absence, there are no pinks or whites or similar light colors. Maybe she thinks they look too submissive, or “cute”. The coolest designs are the ones with lace trims and panels, because there are certainly no stripes or dotted patterns. They are all made of satin or silk or similar fancy materials. Her bras are largely the same. Except unlike most girls, hers are kept in excellent condition. They still have even padding, and no underwires are even close to poking out. Her nylons take up two drawers, and they are exclusively stockings and thigh highs, all complemented with a garter belt. And they are kept in fine condition, as though they weren’t even worn. Even the slightest ladder or ripped stocking is discarded. In the second drawer, there are a couple of teddies, which have garter straps attached at the bottom. Miss $Gray surely keeps a close enough eye on her lingerie to ensure you couldn’t take an item without her noticing, prompting a search of the entire property to recover it. That said, maybe you might be able to get sexual satisfaction with some. <<if $L gt 8>>[[House 4 Masturbate<-Masturbate]]<<else>>You're not horny enough to do that.<</if>> [[House 4 Sneak<-Return]]

Lude thoughts race around your mind like birds in a cartoon. You take a rough handful of the delicate lingerie. Panties, bras and stockings that your domineering teacher has worn close to herself in the most intimate of ways. Holding them in your hand sends you scrambling for a dildo. You think at first about the bras - how they hug her breasts, containing them in the name of modesty, but the way they move in them, and how the cups force them together, it’s almost too much to handle. Maybe the bras become shaped by Miss $Gray ‘s breasts, altering the DNA of the lingerie itself. Maybe they became stained with nipple discharge. You’ll never know, because she’ll never let you see her breasts, but you can imagine. [img[Images/P - House 4 Bra 1.jpg]] [img[Images/P - House 4 Bra 2.jpg]] [img[Images/P - House 4 Bra 3.jpg]] You lubricate the dildo and shove it in your ass in almost the same second. There’s no time for foreplay. It struggles at first, but it still gets rammed inside you regardless. Vigorously you thrust it, making it dash for your prostate. Then, you consider the stockings, which are almost weightless in your hands. The sight of Miss $Gray ‘s long legs peeking from beneath a skirt is hot enough, but the sensual second layer the nylon gives is added fuel to the flames of desire. You feel the foot part in your hand. It doesn’t matter how many times they’ve been washed, because it still feels depraved to hold it to your nose and take in a deep whiff. It’s where her feet have been for hours on end, sweating into the pores of the fabric, as she berated you, chastised you, and forced you to serve her as a maid. And it’s how she has sex with your stepsister. [img[Images/P - House 4 Stockings 1.jpg]] [img[Images/P - House 4 Stockings 2.jpg]] [img[Images/P - House 4 Stockings 3.jpg]] You’re moaning now, as every insertion and extraction of the fake cock plows into and out of your asshole, with every jerk back inside causing temporary nirvana. Finally, you take a hold of the panties. They’re all so pretty, so soft. They’re almost hypnotic. Even with no one wearing them, you feel powerless against them. The degeneracy increases once again as you hold them up to your nose. It’s where her pussy had been compressed maybe a day ago. All her sexual fluids from being turned on leaked here, staining the gusset. Your tongue joins the action, stroking the fabric. You’re not even thinking about licking the vagina that was here, only the panties. [img[Images/P - House 4 Panties 1.jpg]] [img[Images/P - House 4 Panties 2.jpg]] [img[Images/P - House 4 Panties 3.jpg]] Your prostate can only handle so much pounding before you feel your clitty leaking inside your chastity cage. The orgasm lasts long, even though it’s hard to tell when it actually ends. When the pleasure subsides, you try to recover. Your violated asshole misses the dildo once it’s removed, but you’re far too exhausted to masturbate again. [[House 4 Sneak<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $L to 2, $S to $S - 2, $Anal to $Anal + 1]]

You begin by checking the gallery on Miss $Gray ‘s computer, maybe because of lingering hopes of seeing her nude. Of course, there aren’t any nudes of Miss $Gray on her computer, nor are there any off $Hannah . Most of the pictures on there are, in fact, under a folder called “$name “. The first one is a simple head picture, from before you even started at Farrix. There’s also one of the chastity cage she first put you in, and then you wearing that cage. There’s similar pictures documenting her feminization of you. They’re all here, from wearing panties, to pantyhose, then skirts. The most recent ones are the pictures of her forced remodeling of your room, then ones of you in your maid uniform. There are even shots of her nails from just a week ago, when you painted them! It’s embarrassing seeing your transformation from normal, if slim and unsculpted, man, to sissified maid like this. None of the other pictures in her gallery are that interesting. It’s clear that she doesn’t travel much, and she doesn’t seem to have a family either. The only notable pictures are a couple of her with $Hannah , all of which are dated since you moved here. There’s also a couple of what you assume to be her cat. After that, you check her emails. Her cluttered inbox is most recently filled with a very interestingly titled back and forth, between her and an email address that’s hard to correlate to words. <hr> Re: Sped up proposal $Gray2 , Make that 6 weeks. Here’s the document for you and the stepsister to sign. X <hr> Re: Sped up proposal Mr X, I understand. But you knew that I never liked this client. And I cannot promise the same result if we rush things along. If this is what you want, then I concur. It’ll be done in 2 months. <hr> Re: Sped up proposal $Gray2 , I understand your apprehension, but this is no longer a choice. The client has made it clear they want the entire operation done soon. I know you hadn’t planned for this, but understand that it results in a bigger pay for all of us. X <hr> Re: Sped up proposal Mr X, As I mentioned before, the process is going along smoothly. But I thought I had made it clear this wasn’t necessary. Everything is going according to the plan and the timeline. Speeding up the proposal would only marginally increase my control, and as I’ve said, I’m doing more than well enough in the tricky position you put me in. I don’t think this is necessary. $Gray2 $Gray <hr> Sped up proposal $Gray2 , Our client’s getting impatient. I understand you wanted to do this differently than we initially discussed, but that’s only allowable if you still get your job done. As we discussed in person the other day, we want you to speed up your plans. If there’s an opportunity to take more control of the target, you take it. This is no different. We’re arranging the paperwork to rush the proposal. If the woman you’re “with” is as malleable as you say she is, then there shouldn’t be an issue. We’ll send over the paperwork soon. We want it done within 6 weeks. X <hr> You have no idea what they’re talking about specifically, but if the step sister is $Hannah , then the whole chain must be about you, right? //What could this “proposal” be?// And the way it talks about $Hannah - “malleable” - doesn’t make it seem like Miss $Gray actually thinks of her that lovingly. You scroll through some of the other recent emails, but they all seem to be about school paperwork. When you search for other emails from this “Mr X”, nothing comes up. Presumably, she deletes the emails after the discussion is concluded. With that in mind, there’s very little else of note on her computer. Either her life is actually very disinteresting, or she’s very good at hiding things. Probably that. You’re left with an interesting choice. [[House 4 Computer 3<-Send the emails to yourself]] [[House 4 Sneak<-Leave them alone]]

<<set $WeddingBlackmail to 1>>\ You send the correspondence to yourself, and then delete the trace of that from the computer. And as an increased measure, you also take pictures of it all with your phone. You have no idea what’s going on, but this information could come in handy. [[House 4 Sneak<-Return]]

<<include [[Chapter Settings]]>>\ <<set $H to 9>>\ <<set $House to 7>>\ <<if $Home is 2>><<set $AshMistress to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $ChoresPunish gt 0>>You don't awaken to a visual disturbance, but instead a noise. Concerningly, you can already identify as your step sister's shrieks, coming from inside the house. Anything that makes her this scared, or happy, can't be a good thing for you. Stumbling into the house, you observe $Hannah and Miss $Gray hugging, spinning each other around. \ <<else>>You wake up to a commotion, only for once, it’s not because of Miss $Gray in your room. There’s something else happening, downstairs. Not even caring to cover up with anything more than you what slept in, you rush to the living room, where you see the rare sight of a display of emotion from your teacher, or at least a positive one. Her and $Hannah are hugging and spinning each other around, so they fail to notice you standing confused in the doorway.<</if>> “What’s going on?” They pause the celebrations to look, smiles wide across their faces, at you. $Hannah is in tears. Tears of joy. “Oh $name ! You won’t believe it! Me and $Gray2 are…” she pauses, seemingly from disbelief. “Go ahead honey.” “We’re getting married!” [[House 5b<-”You’re getting what?!”]]

“Married, can you believe it? This has all happened so quickly, but your teacher is the most amazing woman I’ve met in my life.” $Hannah shows off her left hand, proudly waving a band of diamond encrusted gold.<<if $WeddingBlackmail is 1>> //Wait, those emails. When they mentioned a proposal, they meant…this?//<</if>>\ [img[Images/Wedding ring.jpg]] “That’s right.” “There’s so much to do, but so little time.” $Hannah ‘s shrieks are more out of excitement than they are out of fear. “We’ve got to plan the venue, the guests, the catering, drinks, who our bridesmaids will be…and my dress!” “It’s a lot, but our love will get us through it.” “Bu…” “And if we’re both wearing dresses.” ”Of course we will be!” “Bu…” “And what about $name?” Miss $Gray turns to look at you again. “Maybe she could be a bridesmaid, if she's a good house maid in the next month, and does a good job with the planning.” “Right, she can help out a lot. With her makeup skills alone the day should go much smoother.” //What is happening?// These two women were at each other's throats only a week ago about whether they would go to a spa or a shoe shop. Now they’re getting married? Miss $Gray is clearly rushing this, and $Hannah is too happy to have found someone who loves her to be able to think clearly. That expensive ring probably helped too. "Well, what do you think $name ? Aren't you excited for what’s coming?” [[House 5c<-Continue]]

*End of this story route, for now. Thank you for playing this far! I hope you’ve enjoyed the adventure as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. The next update should be done in the next 2 months, and will feature the addition of new content into chapter 5, as well as a different path in chapter 4. If you’d like to play more, I’d encourage you to explore the other paths in the game. Any feedback in the TFGames forum is appreciated, whether its thoughts on what the story could add, or refinement of what’s already in here. <<if $Home is 1>>Click <<button here>><<script>>UI.alert("Miss $Gray and Hannah eagerly count down to their wedding, and rely on you for much of the planning handiwork. But do you care more about ensuring the day goes smoothly, or getting revenge for their antics on the greatest day of their lives? If you sent Miss $Gray ‘s files to yourself, you’ll have a chance to take advantage of her for all she's done to you. Ashleigh will continue to train you. Miss $Gray and Hannah continue to take measures to ensure you do your chores if you fall behind. Ash continues training you as a sissy, but this time outside the confines of Farrix.");<</script>><</button>> for a hint of what’s planned for this specific path in a future update.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>Click <<button here>><<script>>UI.alert("Miss $Gray and $Hannah eagerly count down to their wedding, and rely on you for much of the planning handiwork. But do you care more about ensuring the day goes smoothly, or getting revenge for their antics on the greatest day of their lives? If you sent Miss $Gray ‘s files to yourself, you’ll have a chance to take advantage of her for all she's done to you. Miss $Gray and Hannah continue to take measures to ensure you do your chores if you fall behind. Ashleigh will continue to train you, using your hypnosis as a means to ensure your cooperation, but Jen decides having such an obedient slave is something she would like too.");<</script>><</button>> for a hint of what’s planned for this specific path in a future update. <</if>> Click <<button here>><<script>>UI.alert("-If you would be kicked out by Hannah , have the ability to move in with Jen , complete with the sexual situations she puts you in, also featuring her boyfriend. -If you would be kicked out by Hannah , have the ability to move in with Alex , including her unique desires for a relationship. -More events with Jen + completion of her backstory. -More events with Alex . . -Optional diaper content. -New modifications to the chastity cage, including spikes. -Event to change PC's masculine name to a feminine one. -Full male to female transformation.");<</script>><</button>> for some of the content that will be added to the rest of the game.

<<set $LipstickToilet = ["Don’t let $name near your boyfriend", "$name swallows", "$name kisses Miss $Gray ‘s ass", "$name licks $Ash ‘s feet", "$name ‘s asshole is looser than my pussy around Mr Hawt"]>>\ <<set $H to 12>>\ <<if $Home is 2>>Rather than have to spend another hour without her company, Mistress $Ash kindly sought you out so that she might train you to be a better sissy.<<else>>It’s lunch, which might mean a moment to relax, but $Ash has other plans.<</if>> She leads you by the hand to a disused toilet. <<if $JenLevel gt 3>>Even these deserted facilities still update the rare user about your sissy life, no doubt thanks to $Jen ‘s handiwork after you failed to hand her money. "<<print $LipstickToilet.random()>>" the biggest piece of lipstick art proclaims.<</if>> From her handbag, you watch as she pulls out a leather harness, along with a pink rubber dildo. She equips them both. “You need to get better at blowjobs sissy. For the next hour, you’re going to be gagging on this fake cock. You won’t stop, regardless of if we’re interrupted, you’re dehydrated, or you even want to vomit. Understand?” <<if $Home is 2>>You eagerly nod a Mistress $Ash ‘s commands. The dildo is inches away from your mouth, and you have to hold yourself back from sucking it immediately, since you can’t begin until your goddess lets you. The fact the phallus is pink only serves to encourage you, for some reason.<<else>>With little choice in the matter, you nod at her commands.<</if>> “Good, because if you impress me with your blowjobs, I might let you cum in the next week.” <<if $Home is 2>>//Cum? Is Mistress $Ash feeling okay?//<<else>>//Fuck, really? Okay. Time to blow the shit out of this cock//<</if>> “Now, begin sissy!” [img[Images/Suck 1G.gif]] As commanded, you ravenously suck on the head of the dildo, until it’s sufficiently teased, before working your way up the rest of the cock. Your lips feel as the formerly dry surface is lubricated with your eager and plentiful saliva, until you can go from tip to base smoothly, gliding along it like a rolling marble. [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet suck 2.jpg]] After that, <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash commands you to start deepthroating, starting with holding the deepest part of the cock in your mouth for 30 seconds. It’s painful just 5 seconds in, and by 15 you want to back away, but a hard hand on the back of your head forces you to retain the dildo. Saliva shoots out by the side of the fake dick, and you can only compare the experience to drowning as you begin properly gagging. <<if $Home is 2>>When Mistress finally lets go and you can fall backwards, you can barely thank her for her gracious training whilst trying to get your breath back.<<else>>Just as you’re beginning to wonder if $Ash can for sure count to 30, she lets go and you get a short reprieve.<</if>> The break doesn’t last long, and by the end you’ve lost track of how many deepthroats you’ve held. It feels in the hundreds. [img[Images/Suck 5G.gif]] “You did good today sissy. Keep it up, and you might just get that orgasm.” She leaves after taking off the strap on. You leave shortly after, sure her lunchtime training has only just begun. <<if $Home is 2>>//Nevermind the orgasm, spending so much time alone with Mistress $Ash sounds great!// Indeed, you already feel calmer just being around her, though hornier as well. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S - 1, $L to $L + 2]]\ <<else>>While her oral training may not be the lunchtime action you were hoping for, a rare orgasm is something worth almost anything for. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]<</if>>

<<if $L gt 10>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 13>>\ You head to your next lesson. <<if $JenLevel gt 4 and $Day3 is 1>>Not only do the whispers commence from the moment you enter the classroom, so too does the awkward glance from your teacher. Mr Hawt, in character with how nice he’s been since your start at Farrix, gives you an encouraging gaze, but no doubt he’s more than aware of all the rumors perpetuated by the students in same class as you right now.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 4 and $Day3 is 2>>Mr Vils reaction to your entry is as neutral as it always has been, and likely always will be. If $Jen did try to bring up your sissyness to him, he’d probably get annoyed at her for discussing something not related to mathematics. For once in your life, you’re glad to have such a hardass of a teacher.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 4 and $Day3 is 3>>Nevermind the rest of the students, your teacher can barely stifle her giggles enough to welcome you to the classroom. Miss Bulthrough clearly keeps her ear close to the ground, and she’s getting in on the jokes almost more than the students are. “Oops, I think I lost my lipstick. Does anyone know where it went?” The encouraged class looks at you, before your teacher realizes she “misplaced it.”\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 4 and $Day3 is 4>>Rather than demand your classmates’ torment of you stops, Miss Green thinks it would be more effective to diagnose why they think it’s okay to mock someone so blatantly. She openly conjectures that maybe they secretly feel pity for you, or perhaps they genuinely feel so superior that they can mock you without consequence. She also posits that classmates may just be following the “tribe leader”, and following someone else’s footsteps who’s teasing you. And then she gets to diagnosing you. “One of the things I disagree with Freud on is penis envy. You see, I don’t feel it’s restricted to women. My theory is that people with small penises, perhaps like you, envy other men, and thus feel a sense of inferiority.” Suffice to say, you’d rather your teacher spend the hour slapping you with papers than inadvertently humiliating you like this, but you never did get an option.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 4 and $Day3 is 5>>"Miss $Gilda , did you know that $name is a sissy?” One classmate blurts out at the beginning of the hour, much to the laughter of the rest of the class, save you. “And?” “Well, it means he likes to we…” “That’s relevant how? I’m trying to teach you the meaning of life and you’re too busy thinking and distracting me and the rest of the class with these vapid comments. Did you know Plato considered the body and its senses a distraction for the soul? I would consider this great proof of that. Detention for you.” Your teacher’s harsh put down means that, at least for the next hour, you don’t have to listen to any mockery.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 3>>The whispers have already begun from the moment you enter the classroom. “You know Molly, I bet he has more panties than you!” one girl teases. “Shut up! You should be nicer to him anyway. I hear sissies are really sensitive. You wouldn’t want him to start crying, would you?” “You know, that would be really funny!”\ <<else>>Your teacher welcomes you with much more of a greeting than you get from the students.<</if>> \ \ \ <<if $Day3 is 1 and $L lt 6>>[img[Images/Science.jpg]] "Okay, can someone tell me what the opposite of a dominant allele is? Alice?" The girl thinks for a moment before proudly shouting "submissive!" The class starts laughing, and you can see Mr Hawt looking slightly confused. You soon stop paying attention to the lesson, and start paying attention to the girls and the rest of the lesson goes by rather uneventfully.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 1 and $L gt 5>>[img[Images/Science.jpg]] Once the science lesson begins, you inevitably and immediately tune out and admire the beauty of the girls around you. It’s fortunate that this isn’t a practical session, else you probably would have spilled several bottles and flasks of chemicals. Fortunately, Mr Hawt is far too kind to even bring up your likely obvious staring, and that’s assuming he even noticed.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 2 and $L lt 6>>[img[Images/Maths.jpg]] “Can anyone tell me what the opposite of a numerator is? Megan?” The silent class turns their attention to the girl, who is visibly struggling. “A dominator?” The class now erupts in laughter, the girl’s face turning red. You soon stop paying attention to the lesson, and start paying attention to the girls. The rest of the lesson goes by rather uneventfully.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 2 and $L gt 5>>[img[Images/Maths.jpg]] As soon as you sit down, you start staring at the cute girls around you. //How could they seriously expect me to do arithmetic in a school filled with such hot women?// Fortunately, Mr Vils is much more laid back than Miss $Gray , so the lesson goes by without issue.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 3 and $L lt 6>>[img[Images/English.jpg]] “The act of her standing in the doorway is less physical and more symbolic, as it’s representative of…” You soon stop paying attention to the lesson, and start paying attention to the girls, as well as admiring Miss Bullthrough’s body. The rest of the lesson goes by rather uneventfully.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 3 and $L gt 5>><<set $S to $S + 1>>[img[Images/English.jpg]] Once the door closes and you’re sat down, you immediately start staring at the girls around you. As you’re admiring a particularly attractive girl at the front of the class, Miss Bullthrough asks you a question, and her gaze tells you she knows exactly what you were doing. You do your best to answer, but the only thing you’ve learnt from this lesson is that boobs are better than books. When the attention goes away from you, you try to be a bit subtler. Instead, you look at your teacher’s generous rear whenever she’s writing on the board, which is hardly a downgrade. The rest of the lesson goes by rather uneventfully.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 4 and $L lt 6>>[img[Images/Psychology.jpg]] ”As I’m sure you’re all aware, Freud’s idea of the Oedipus complex has largely been debunked, though I’m sure he’d have a field day with all the step-mom porn on the internet.” The only response to Miss Green’s joke is seemingly crickets. You soon zone out, and decide to take the other students as case studies on what turns you on the most.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 4 and $L gt 5>>[img[Images/Psychology.jpg]] When you’re presented with the option between outdated psychological theories and hot uniformed women, you know it’s hardly an option at all. And while some blue balled psychologist might want to analyze your choices like those, you’d rather just admire boobs and butts when you can.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 5 and $L lt 6>>[img[Images/Philosophy.jpg]] ”Okay class, get ready, because today we’re tackling the ontological argument. First, I’d like you to think of something which exists in the mind, but not reality, for instance, like Winnie the Pooh.” //Hmm…Catwoman?…Mmm….Catwoman…// “Now, think of something which exists in the mind and in reality, like someone famous.” //Hmm…Riley Reid?...Mmm…Riley Reid…// “Now think of something which exists in reality, but not in your mind.” //Wait…how can I possibly think of something which does not exist in the mind?// You zone out soon after, thinking of Catwoman and Riley Reid.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 5 and $L gt 5>>[img[Images/Philosophy.jpg]] Almost as soon your butt lands in its seat, your mind has gone wandering, missing potentially life changing ideas in favor of a fantasy of an ethereal handjob. With how complex philosophy is, if you ever wanted to pay attention, you’d have to be much less horny.<</if>> <<if $Fem is 53 and $Day3 is 2>>[[SC Intro<-Continue][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $Fem is 54 and $Day3 is 1 and $Home gte 3 and $Home lte 4>>[[Gray Computer<-Continue][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $SC16 is 1 and $Day3 is 3>>[[SC 16A<-Speak to Miss Bullthrough about Leah]]\ \ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 0 and $GrayLunchFail gte 1>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gte 2>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<else>>[[12-3f<-Continue][$H to 16]]<</if>>

<<script>> for (let i = 1; i <= 12; i++) { State.variables.DetentionTidy[`Word${i}`] = 0;}<</script>>\ <<set $S to $S + 1>><<if $S gt 10>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $L to $L + 1>><<if $L gt 10>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] You walk out of Farrix Academy for Girls. <<if $Home is 1>>The access to your chastity cage is locked in the hands of two women hellbent on turning you into a woman, and freedom from the device is only a memory of the past and a dream for the future.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>The access to your chastity cage is locked in the hands of Miss $Gray , who shows no intentions of letting you out anytime soon. Your only hope of escape, sadly enough, is a woman who would rather control your cage herself.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>The access to your chastity cage is locked in the hands of $Gray2 , who, despite your warm relationship with, cannot let you out.\ <<elseif $Home is 2 and $AshMistress is 1>>The access to your clit is kept safely in the hands of your trainer, Mistress $Ash , right where it should be.\ <<elseif $Home is 2 and $JenMistress is 1>>The access to your clit is kept in the hands of two women, but you're more interested in how you may serve a third: Mistress $Jen .<</if>> <<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return home][$M to $M + 15]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return home][$M to $M + 15]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return home][$M to $M + 15]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return home][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>> <<if $S gt 9>>You feel too stressed to not go straight home\ <<elseif $S lt 10>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>> \ <<if $SC is 1 and $H is 16>>[[SC Day 2<-Go to the student council]]\ <<elseif $SC gt 1 and $SCFinal is 0 and $H is 16 and $Day3 is 2 and $S lt 10 and $SCDays gt 0 or $SC gt 1 and $SCFinal is 0 and $H is 16 and $Day3 is 4 and $S lt 10 and $SCDays gt 0>>[[SC<-Go to the student council]]<</if>> <<if $SC5 is 1 and $Home is 1 and $H is 16 and $SCDays gt 0>> [[SC 5 Home 1/2 A<-Wait for]] $Ash<<elseif $SC5 is 1 and $Home is 2 and $H is 16 and $SCDays gt 0>>[[SC 5 Home 1/2 A<-Wait for]] Mistress $Ash<</if>>\ <<if $SC18 is 1 and $Day3 is 5 and $SCDays gt 0>>Nearby, you spot [[SC 18A<-August]], the despondent school councilor<</if>>

<<if $Day3 is 1>><<set $Fem to 54>><</if>>\ [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] <<if $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>You enter room 68 of Farrix to unfortunately spend even more time of your morning with Miss $Gray . “I’d be extremely disappointed if you couldn’t even get your uniform right at this point, and I know $Hannah wouldn’t be a fan either. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. Now, strip.”\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>You enter room 68 of Farrix with $Ash. To keep up appearances around your friend, $Gray2 demands, rather than asks, for your clothes to be removed. ”Now that I’m training you both, your mutual lunchtimes will be dedicated to that.”\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>You enter room 68 of Farrix with $Ash . Miss $Gray is already prepared for your arrival, and she immediately demands you strip. ”Now that I’m training you both, your mutual lunchtimes will be dedicated to that.”\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>You enter room 68 of Farrix with $Ash . Miss $Gray is already prepared for your arrival, and she immediately demands you strip. “With your sissification back in my hands, I’ve decided your lunches should always be dedicated to my training.”<</if>> [img[Images/Inspection.jpg]] \ <<if $CL[2] is 1>>”Black tights are always a classic, but they’re also rather dull, don’t you think?”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 2>>”I’ll admit, not many students wear blue tights to Farrix. After All, it’s hard to see the difference between them and normal black ones. But evidently you’ve taken a shine to collecting hosiery, so I won’t belittle you for it.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 3>>”I would have expected you to have had an issue looking this feminine. Your tights are girlier than your skirt! I commend you for your confidence in your girlish essence.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 4>>“These pantyhose certainly verge on being too distracting, but they are plain, and technically fall under the uniform policy.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 21>>”This shade of pantyhose is a staple in every girl’s wardrobe, don’t you agree? But they’re also so delicate, and runs are so easy to spot. Such vulnerability is more than appropriate for you though.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 22>>”I used to wear nude pantyhose a lot myself, until I realized black was much better at getting people’s attention. Unless you’re undressed, most people probably wouldn’t even notice your hose. That is, unless you have a fetish for nylon.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 23 or $CL[2] is 24>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”You can wear your slutty fishnets as much as you want in your free time, but when you’re at Farrix, you need to be wearing something more appropriate. Perhaps you should look to the legs of your classmates for inspiration.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 28>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Unless I’m mistaken, you’re at Farrix to learn, not craft potions. These striped pantyhose of yours should stay away from the classroom.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 25>>”With pantyhose like this, it’ll be hard for people to not stare at your legs. They’re very eye-catching, $name . If that’s what you want though, I’ll allow it.” <<elseif $CL[2] is 26>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”While I like the color of these pantyhose, I detest the trashy fishnet style. Furthermore, Such loud and obnoxious designs are against the Farrix dress code.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 41 or $CL[2] is 42>>”Black stockings: a staple in any wardrobe, especially for a woman in a professional setting like this. I don’t think I could imagine anything more appropriate.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 43>>”An interesting dichotomy, isn’t it? Stockings are meant to be slutty, but the nude tone suggests an element of class.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 44>>”Pink stockings, the height of both slutiness and femininity. How appropriate.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 45>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Fishnet stockings are completely inappropriate $name . Do you really want all your classmates to think you’re a massive slut? You can parade in them all you like outside Farrix, but inside the building, I expect your choice of hosiery to be more germain.”<</if>> <<if $GrayBestie is 0>>Miss $Gray <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <</if>>takes a closer look at your underwear. \ \ <<if $CL[1] gt 1 and $CL[1] lt 20>>”Nice panties. Such beautiful underwear is worn by every student here at Farrix. Wouldn’t it feel wrong to stand out by wearing men’s underwear?”\ <<elseif $CL[1] gt 40 and $CL[1] lt 50>>”Garter panties? A beautiful mix of sexyness and practicality. I’m more than impressed in your choice of underwear today.”\ <<elseif $CL[1] gt 30 and $CL[1] lt 40>>”A thong? Good for hiding panty lines, and for feeling sexy all day long. Which one do you care about more?”<</if>> <<if $GarterA is 1 or $GarterB is 1>>”A beautiful garter belt. Useful for so many things, like being sexier, or holding up a pair of sultry stockings, and all without a single suggestion from me."<<elseif $GarterC is 1>>”Simply adorable garters. It should be a crime that no one can see them on your legs.”<</if>> <<if $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs gt 6>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>She closely looks at your legs. "Really? How could you let your legs grow this disgusting? Be sure to shave them and they'll look and feel much better."\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 3>>She lightly strokes your leg. "Don't you just love the feeling of freshly shaven legs? So smooth, so feminine. Keep it up."\ <<elseif $OrderToShave is 4 and $ShaveLegs lt 7 and $ShaveLegs gt 2>>She admires your legs. "Smooth, be sure to keep it up."<</if>> <<if $Pills gt 5 and $PillsGray1 is 0>><<set $PillsGray1 to 1, $GrayR to $GrayR + 1>>”What are these?” She leans into your chest, noticing the two boobs hanging there. “$Ash had told me she planned on giving you breasts, but I was doubtful she would get you to willingly accept them. Maybe she’s a better Mistress than I gave her credit for. Regardless, I’m impressed that you’re accepting of your new role. Of course, it’s now all the more important that you wear a bra.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 12 and $PillsGray2 is 0>><<set $PillsGray2 to 1, $GrayR to $GrayR + 1>>”Your boobs have…grown.” Your teacher is visibly startled, and she clears her throat to try and regain composure. “Well, $Ash continues to surprise, doesn’t she? Those breasts are very fitting, and are sure to be noticed. good job.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 19 and $PillsGray3 is 0>><<set $PillsGray3 to 1>>”Looks like someone has been taking their medication.” She takes a closer look at your chest. “As much as I’m happy that you’re so accepting of your new role in life, there’s also something to be said for taking things slowly. After all that time I spent training you, did I ever rush? These breasts are nice, but I’m beginning to grow concerned that you are doing this without thinking about it.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 19 and $Bra is 1>>She inspects your chest. “Those generous breasts of yours look amazing in that lingerie. Great selection.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 19 and $SportsBra is 1>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>She inspects your chest. “A sports bra would be fine if you were still growing your boobs. But those are anything but small, so you should be wearing something sexier.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 12 and $SportsBra is 1>>She inspects your chest. “Those blossoming breasts of yours are beautiful, but when contained in that dull sports bra, it almost ruins the look.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 12 and $Bra is 1>>She inspects your chest. “Your breasts are beautiful, and you’re clearly developing a fine taste for lingerie."\ <<elseif $Pills gt 5 and $SportsBra is 1>>She inspects your chest. “Your cute breasts fill up that sports bra nicely, but it’s also quite plain, isn’t it? Something sexier would be much nicer.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 5 and $Bra is 1>>She inspects your chest. “Those cute breasts look even cuter in that bra of yours.”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 5 and $Bra is 0 and $SportsBra is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Now that you have breasts like every other student at Farrix, it would be incredibly unprofessional to not wear a bra. After all, if you saw a girl’s nipples poking through her blouse, you’d be staring all day, wouldn’t you?”\ <<elseif $Bra is 1>>She looks closer at your chest, though she can undoubtedly already see the impression created from your bra through the thin, white material of your blouse.\ <<elseif $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 1>>She cups her hand gently against your chest, confirming the sports bra underneath your shirt. "Do you like someone feeling your breasts?" She laughs at the uncomfortable expression that your face turns into.\ <<elseif $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $SportsBra is 0 and $Bra is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>She presses her hand against your chest. When she senses that there is no bra beneath your shirt, she looks disappointed.\ <<else>>She lets out a small, almost unhearable grunt of dissatisfaction after looking towards your chest.<</if>> <<if $CK[2] is 5>>She looks closer at the black high heels at dainty holding you up off the floor. “A perfect selection in feminine shoes, $name .”\ <<elseif $CK[2] is 3 and $HeelSurg is 1>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>She sees the outlawed flats grotesquely holding your feet. “Those shoes were appropriate before, but not now. Besides, your body wants high heels. Why not give in and give it what you really want?”\ <<elseif $CK[2] is 3 and $HeelSurg is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>She sees the outlawed flats grotesquely holding your feet. “Those shoes were appropriate before, but not now. Besides, you put so much work into being proficient in high heels. You deserve to show off all that hard work.”\<</if>> <<if $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlugA is 0>>Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. "Nice to see you can remember this" she taunts, pressing down on your rear. "I'm sure it will be harder for you to daydream in class when you have this penetrating you."<<elseif $ButtPlugOrder is 1 and $ButtPlugA is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1 and $TimesSpanked to $TimesSpanked + 1>>Miss $Gray has you bend over her desk, where she promptly feels around your rear. The silent room is quickly filled with a shriek from you as her hand slaps your butt cheeks. "I thought I made it clear that you will wear a butt plug from now on." Several more times you cry out as her hand hits you.<</if>> \ <<if $MatchingLingerie is 1>>”Great job of matching your panties and bra. Pink is always a classic, especially for sissies such as yourself.”\ <<elseif $MatchingLingerie is 2>>”There isn’t a sexier color than red, is there? Even so, you make it look greater than I thought it would on you.”\ <<elseif $MatchingLingerie is 3>>”Black somehow manages to be both simple and sexy, but your black lingerie makes you look much more of the latter than the former.”\ <<elseif $MatchingLingerie is 4>>”This white lingerie makes you look angelic, but angels don’t have the greatest sense of fashion. You would look much sexier in something more characterful.”\ <<elseif $MatchingLingerie is 5>>“Purple is such a nice color that seems to blend masculine tones with feminine ones. But let's face it, you’re still wearing a bra and panties.”\ <<elseif $MatchingLingerie is 7>>”This matching set looks incredibly luxurious. Even if yellow isn’t as overtly feminine as pink is, you make up for that with your own girlish looks.”\ <<elseif $MatchingLingerie is 8>>”I might have thought wearing blue lingerie was an attempt on your part to appear more masculine. Even if that were true, it’s hard to make a bra look “boyish”, isn’t it?”\ <<elseif $MatchingLingerie is 9>>"This green set looks really cute on you. So quirky, yet so sexy."\ <<elseif $Bra is 0 and $SportsBra is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Without a bra, you can’t even match your lingerie. This is an important aspect of womanhood that you’re missing out on.”\ <<else>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Unfortunately, you can’t even match your lingerie, can you? I really didn’t think I would have to give you a lesson on this, $name . It’s very simple stuff for girls. Colors go together, patterns go together. Make sure to do better next time.”<</if>> <<if $YBra is $CL[0] or $YPanties is $CL[1]>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”If memory serves me correctly, you wore the same underwear yesterday. You should change your lingerie up everyday, $name . Both for hygiene purposes, and to make life a little less dull."<</if>> <<set $YBra to $CL[0]>>\ <<set $YPanties to $CL[1]>>\ She then lets you dress yourself again. <<if $PaintedFingers gt 0>>Though she does decide to make a comment on your nails to complete your inspection. <</if>><<if $LightPinkFingers gt 0 or $DarkPinkFingers gt 0>>”I have to say, I do love that shade of nail polish. Such a feminine color is too blatantly girly for me, but it suits you perfectly.”\ <<elseif $RedFingers gt 0>>”Red nails truly are a hallmark of a slut. And such flagrant whorishness is almost in violation of an acceptable uniform. Almost.”\ <<elseif $PurpleFingers gt 0 or $DarkGreenFingers gt 0 or $GrayFingers gt 0 or $NudeFingers gt 0>>”I’m always in favor of you exploring new ways of expressing your femininity, but I do find that shade of nail polish somewhat dull.”\ <<elseif $LightBlueFingers gt 0 or $DarkBlueFingers gt 0 or $CyanFingers gt 0>>”I do love how blue is a masculine color, but those nails just scream “girly!””\ <<elseif $BlackFingers gt 0>>”I would argue that there are more guys with black nails than there are women. Maybe in your male uniform I would have taken issue with them, but with your skirt and blouse, I think they look feminine enough.”<</if>> <<if $PaintedFingers lt 3 and $PaintedFingers gt 0>>”Though they could do with another coat.”<</if>> <<if $GrayLunchFail is 0>>”Exemplary look $name . Well done.”\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1 and $GrayLunchFail is 1>>”Your look isnot impeccable, but I’m willing to overlook that transgression since the rest of your appearance was quite well put together."\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 1>>”Your look today is far from perfect $name , and it's sad that you continue to test me like this. Come here after school for detention.”\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0 or $Home is 4 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>”Your look is disgraceful, $name . Come here after school for detention.”\ <<elseif $Home is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0 or $Home is 2 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>”Your outfit is sadly not impeccable. Come here after school for detention.”<</if>> [[12-4b<-Continue]]

<<if $ChoresPunish gt 6>><<set $H to 6, $M to 30>><<else>><<set $M to 45>><<set $H to 7>><</if>>\ <<if $CC1 is 0 and $CC2 is 0 and $CC3 is 0>>[img[Images/Morning BoxersG.gif]] <<elseif $CL[1] is 101 and $CC1 is 1 or $CL[1] is 101 and $CC2 is 1 or $CL[1] is 101 and $CC3 is 1>>[img[Images/Morning BoxersG.gif]] <<elseif $CL[1] is 101 and $CC1 gt 1 or $CL[1] is 101 and $CC2 gt 1 or $CL[1] is 101 and $CC3 gt 1>>[img[Images/Morning BoxersCG.gif]] <<elseif $Stockings is 1 and $CC3 is 1 or $Stockings is 1 and $CC2 gt 1 or $Stockings is 1 and $CC3 gt 3>>[img[Images/Morning StockingsG.gif]]\ <<elseif $Stockings is 1 and $CC2 gt 1 or $Stockings is 1 and $CC3 gt 1>>[img[Images/Morning StockingsCG.gif]]\ <<elseif $Tights is 1 and $CC1 is 1 or $Tights is 1 and $CC2 is 1 or $Tights is 1 and $CC3 is 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC1 is 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC3 is 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC3 is 1>>[img[Images/Morning PantyhoseG.gif]]\ <<elseif $Tights is 1 and $CC1 gt 1 or $Tights is 1 and $CC2 gt 1 or $Tights is 1 and $CC3 gt 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC1 gt 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC2 gt 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC3 gt 1>>[img[Images/Morning PantyhoseCG.gif]]\ <<elseif $CC1 is 1 or $CC2 is 1 or $CC3 is 1>>[img[Images/Morning PantiesG.gif]]\ <<elseif $CC1 gt 1 or $CC2 gt 1 or $CC3 gt 1>>[img[Images/Morning PantiesCG.gif]]<</if>> <<set $MorningSchool1 = ["The violent scream of your alarm signals the beginning of your day.", "Your alarm wakes you up in it’s usual intrusive manner.", "The beautiful sunrise is ruined by the harsh tones of your alarm."]>>\ <<set $length = $MorningSchool1.length>>\ <<set $i = Math.floor(Math.random()*$length)>>\ <<if $ChoresPunish is 0>><<print $MorningSchool1[$i]>><<elseif $ChoresPunish gt 0>>Your eyes open to the sound of foot traffic a few meters away, and cars zooming past a few meters further. Such noises can only mean it’s time to get up, which you do, after crawling out your maid cove on all 4 limbs. After a quick stretch, you head inside.<</if>> <<if $House lt 2 and $Fem is 50 and $Day3 is 5>>After getting up and heading to the kitchen, you shiver at seeing Miss $Gray with $Hannah in the kitchen cooking. It seems seeing your teacher making breakfast was the final thing needed to put the nail in the hopeful coffin that this was actually all a dream. “Morning $name .” $Hannah is smiling at you, clearly not understanding how uncomfortable you are. “Yes, good morning $name . Aren’t you glad to begin this new chapter of our lives together?” “Yep.” Since $Hannah is already eating, you figure the first consequence of Miss $Gray living here is that nobody will be making breakfast for you anymore, so you pour your own cereal. “$Hannah told me about your old custom - of her so graciously making breakfast for the two of you, so that you could stumble out of bed and eat straight away. Now that I’m here, that will be reversed. From now on, you’ll be making your own breakfast, and $Hannah ‘s as well.” “Not yours?” You immediately regret the sarcastic comment, but the morning haze means you're quite numb to such regret, but you’ll have to get used to it if you’re going to be living with Miss $Gray . “No, my time’s too important to be waiting for you for any amount of time. Besides, I need to get to Farrix early, so I’ll grab something along the way. But your desire to serve more isnoted.” With her bit said, she leaves to do exactly that. You’re slightly relieved that she won’t be giving you rides. If you started commuting together too, your only time reliably free of her would be sleeping, though nightmares about her are becoming increasingly common. For the remainder of the breakfast, $Hannah and you barely talk. You’d love to ask what the hell she’s thinking, but she’d probably report such spiteful comments to Miss $Gray. It doesn’t seem like there’s anything you can do but be submissive. For now, you can only eat your Cheery O’s and nervously await what further training Miss $Gray has for you. [img[Images/Cereal.jpg]]\ <<elseif $ChoresPunish gt 6>>Miss $Gray is already up, which is both incredible and surprising. She’s already dressed in her usual impeccable manner, and it’s not even 7 yet, and that’s including flawless makeup. What’s even more shocking, though, is that she still doesn’t care to have you make her breakfast. There’s a couple dirty pots on the side which must be hers from a few moments ago, and she has a hot cup of coffee next to her on the table, where she types away at a laptop, with a speed that would make you think it were the peak of her work day. “Morning.” You greet her, even though you’re the one who entered the room. “Hello, $name .” She doesn't look up from her keyboard to view you, but that might be more out of concentration on whatever paperwork she is completing, rather than a sign of disrespect. This might be you going crazy (which is perfectly plausible), but you actually think she might be being, //less// cruel towards you. Most likely that’s just because, compared to your step sister, Miss $Gray could certainly be stricter. Or maybe she just assumes the other person with control of your chastity cage is acting vicious enough for two. In silence, you prepare breakfast for $Hannah , which is just the same as it was when you were afforded the luxury of waking up later. The only difference now is that you’re required to balance it all on a tray that you deliver to your step sister. Throughout the whole process, the only sounds in the kitchen are the clicking on keypads, and the miscellaneous noises inherent to preparing a meal. Though some might consider it awkward, being around Miss $Gray when she isn’t lecturing you, but is instead busy on something else, is strangely comforting. When you do deliver the food to $Hannah , it’s perfectly predictable that she would complain about all aspects of it, though she finds the meal competent enough that you don’t have to remake it. Following that, you can make yourself something, which ends up being comparatively minimal, before getting ready to go to Farrix, albeit much earlier than you’re used to. [img[Images/Cereal.jpg]]\ <<elseif $House lte 2>>Miss $Gray is just leaving the kitchen as you prepare breakfast for you and $Hannah . After a teasing comment about ensuring you pass your uniform inspection at Farrix, she thankfully says goodbye, allowing you time to make some food in peace. You know $Hannah ‘s standards are simple since she since she made breakfast for you for so long, so wager you can get away with a basic bowl of cereal. “Morning, $name .” Together, and in silence, you tuck into your food. [img[Images/Cereal.jpg]] “Thanks for cooking $name . It was…alright.”\ <<elseif $House is 3>>Miss $Gray is just leaving the kitchen as you prepare breakfast for you and $Hannah . After a teasing comment about ensuring you pass your uniform inspection at Farrix, she thankfully says goodbye, allowing you time to make some food in peace. You know $Hannah ‘s standards are simple since she since she made breakfast for you for so long, so wager you can get away with a basic bowl of cereal. “Morning, $name .” Together, and in silence, you tuck into your food. [img[Images/Cereal.jpg]] “That was pretty disappointing, $name . After I made breakfast for you for so long, the best you could come up with was some soggy cereal? I don’t want to be cruel, but you know what Miss $Gray would say if she were here, so maybe you shouldn’t be taking advantage of me being nice. You can do better.”\ <<elseif $House is 4>>Miss $Gray is just leaving the kitchen as you prepare breakfast for you and $Hannah . After a teasing comment about ensuring you pass your uniform inspection at Farrix, she thankfully says goodbye, allowing you time to make some food in peace. After her recent comments, you decide to put a little more effort into making something that should be tasty and filling for $Hannah . The resulting bowl of cereal complimented with some fruit, toast and a glass of orange juice should please her. Should. “Morning, $name .” [img[Images/Cereal.jpg]] She makes conversation as you both tuck in. It starts off relatively benign, like something she heard in the news, but her thoughts always seem to get derailed by comments on food. “Can you bring the juice carton over? You didn’t pour enough.” “I know you’ve already buttered it, but can you make me some more toast? You know I like it more cooked than this.” Her grinding comments are a far cry from the easy conversations of old, so much so that you’re glad when she’s finished eating, and you can finally leave.\ <<elseif $House lt 100>>Miss $Gray is just leaving the kitchen as you prepare breakfast for you and $Hannah . After a teasing comment about ensuring you pass your uniform inspection at Farrix, she thankfully says goodbye, allowing you time to make some food in peace. After her gripes at your recent work, you decide to put a little more effort into making something that should be tasty and filling for $Hannah . The resulting bowl of cereal complimented with some ripe fruit, finely buttered toast and a jug of orange juice with an accompanying glass should please her. Should. “Morning, $name .” [img[Images/Cereal.jpg]] She makes some conversation as you tuck in, but every single line of thought takes a right turn into a snide comment that only rarely is a suggestion for how to do things better. In fact, you think her ability to do things without your help is regressing. She complains that you forgot to cut her toast up, but when you do, she complains you did it the wrong way. Her moans then turn to the drink, which she can’t make up her mind on whether it has “too much pulp” or is “too smooth.” And when she wants some more, she whines that you poured too much. You breathe a sigh of release when she finishes the last bite, and she dismisses you.<</if>> After that, you return to your room to get ready for Farrix. [[Room 1/2<-Go to your room]]

<<set $H to 9>>\ <<if $CC1 is 0 and $CC2 is 0 and $CC3 is 0>>[img[Images/Morning BoxersG.gif]] <<elseif $CL[1] is 101 and $CC1 is 1 or $CL[1] is 101 and $CC2 is 1 or $CL[1] is 101 and $CC3 is 1>>[img[Images/Morning BoxersG.gif]] <<elseif $CL[1] is 101 and $CC1 gt 1 or $CL[1] is 101 and $CC2 gt 1 or $CL[1] is 101 and $CC3 gt 1>>[img[Images/Morning BoxersCG.gif]] <<elseif $Stockings is 1 and $CC3 is 1 or $Stockings is 1 and $CC2 gt 1 or $Stockings is 1 and $CC3 gt 3>>[img[Images/Morning StockingsG.gif]]\ <<elseif $Stockings is 1 and $CC2 gt 1 or $Stockings is 1 and $CC3 gt 1>>[img[Images/Morning StockingsCG.gif]]\ <<elseif $Tights is 1 and $CC1 is 1 or $Tights is 1 and $CC2 is 1 or $Tights is 1 and $CC3 is 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC1 is 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC3 is 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC3 is 1>>[img[Images/Morning PantyhoseG.gif]]\ <<elseif $Tights is 1 and $CC1 gt 1 or $Tights is 1 and $CC2 gt 1 or $Tights is 1 and $CC3 gt 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC1 gt 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC2 gt 1 or $Pantyhose is 1 and $CC3 gt 1>>[img[Images/Morning PantyhoseCG.gif]]\ <<elseif $CC1 is 1 or $CC2 is 1 or $CC3 is 1>>[img[Images/Morning PantiesG.gif]]\ <<elseif $CC1 gt 1 or $CC2 gt 1 or $CC3 gt 1>>[img[Images/Morning PantiesCG.gif]]<</if>> <<if $ChoresPunish is 0>>Your strange life has now evolved to the point where you’re thankful you’re not woken up by a domineering woman and her wild and feminizing ideas. In fact, Miss $Gray and $Hannah both seem to have an affinity for laying in on weekends, so you have a rare moment of peace to make breakfast and prepare for the day. Rather than stress yourself out making something complex, you settle for something so simple that a monkey could do it. [img[Images/Toast.jpg]] Even if it isn’t particularly early, being awake before Miss $Gray and $Hannah makes you feel like you’re finally a step ahead of the rest of the world. And since feelings like these are few and far between, you cherish them.\ <<elseif $ChoresPunish gt 0>>The only time you could possibly think of being in a dog kennel as not exceptional is when you’ve just woken up, and everything in life seems peachy. For a solid 60 seconds, you have no worries or concerns - not even about whatever insane trip/adventure/life altering decision Miss $Gray and $Hannah will force on you next. After exiting your sissy cave, you spend a few necessary minutes stretching, before heading inside. Thankfully, neither of those women are up yet, so you spend a while eating a simple meal and enjoying the peace of an early weekend morning. [img[Images/Toast.jpg]]<</if>> [[Room 1/2<-Go to your room]]

<<if $L gt 10>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>\ <<if $BalletPornEdge is 1>>There’s something so enticing about the women all in their exposing uniforms. Despite their tutu, you can still see almost all of their legs encased in their white and pink tights. It’s not long until you feel yourself ready to cum. “Ah ah ah, not so soon.” One of the nameless girls in ballet outfits is looking at you through the screen. “You’re not going to bust a nut in 5 minutes for us, are you? It’d be such a shame if we put these outfits on just for you, only for you to prove us right about you being a prejac. Go on, get to that edge then stop stroking.” Once you feel the point of no return approaching, you let go, just as commanded. “Good boy. Now start stroking again, but slowly…painfully slowly.” She guides you through the next hour of masturbation, which never culminates in a greater moment than the first 5 minutes. She doesn’t even tell you to get back to the edge, only to worship her bodies, and those of her friends with sluggish strokes that leave you begging to go faster. She never lets you. “Good boy, but we’ve wasted enough time entertaining you. We need to get to our ballet practice. Until next time!” [[Computer<-Return][$BalletPornEdge to 0, $H to $H + 1, $L to $L + 2, $TimesEdged to $TimesEdged + 1]]\ <<elseif $BalletPornCum is 1>>It’s only once the women are dressed completely that you decide to cum, but then a fantasy takes over. It’s as you were when you were hiding in the storage closet, but now, one of the girls needs something from that room, something unimportant. She barges in as you’re looking at the live feed, and she’s shocked that there’s a creep in the girls’ changing room, but instead of screaming, she has another idea in mind. “Hey girls! Looks like the guy in school is a pervert after all. Maybe we should show him a screen doesn't compare to the real thing.” She drags you out, and she, along with the seemingly hundreds of other women in ballet outfits, take turns sucking your dick, and jerking it off, and riding it with their vaginas and asses while the others whisper sweet nothings into your ears and kiss your lips and your neck and play with your hair and hold your hand… You flood a tissue with your cum, and that dream fades away until next time. [[Computer<-Continue][$L to 0, $H to $H + 1, $S to $S - 2, $BalletPornCum to 0, $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1]]\ <<elseif $CC1 lt 2 and $CC2 lt 2 and $CC3 lt 2 or $CC2 is 4>>You pridefully load up the pictures you took on your 5th day at Farrix. You’ve got hundreds of images of girls getting changed. You fondly remember the day. All the women’s faces you have shots of are worthy of touching your perverted dick to, but you opt to wait until they undress almost completely, only to put on their ballet getups. [img[Images/P - Ballet 1.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Ballet 2.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Ballet 3.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Ballet 4.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Ballet 5.jpg]] [[Ballet porn<-Edge][$BalletPornEdge to 1]] [[Ballet porn<-Cum][$BalletPornCum to 1]]\ <<elseif $CC1 gt 1 or $CC2 gt 1 or $CC3 gt 1>>You proudly take out the pictures you so invasively took of the girls getting changed into their ballet uniforms. Every single woman in them seems worthy of being on the cover of a magazine, but that could just be your horniness talking, or maybe an exaggeration caused by pride for doing what you did to get these pictures. Regardless of what your teacher does, you’ll always have these pictures to look back on, from a time when chastity cages were something you had only seen through a screen. [img[Images/P - Ballet 1.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Ballet 2.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Ballet 3.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Ballet 4.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Ballet 5.jpg]] You barely try to masturbate to the images. Not that you could, very well at least, but they still leave your engine a little more oiled up. [[Porn<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $L to $L + 1]]<</if>>

<<if $SissyPornCum is 1>>”That’s a good girl. I want you to imagine how you would feel if you were in public in such feminine wear. Maybe it’s those panties and that bra, or maybe it’s a puffy dress, or perhaps a simple blouse and jeggings. How do you feel? Do you feel complete in your women’s clothes? Or do you feel shame and humiliation - humiliation at being seen for what you really are. Maybe even from those feelings of embarrassment come a certain horniness. A lust fueled from their judgment.” “I want you to cum to that thought. Cum for all the times you wanted to wear something feminine. Cum for all those times you’ll wear something feminine in the future. Cum now sissy. Cum!” Obediently, you squirt your sissy seed, feeling the immediate rush of serotonin afterwards, letting you know you did good by obeying your nameless hypnotic Mistress. [[Computer<-Continue][$L to 0, $H to $H + 1, $S to $S - 2, $SissyPornCum to 0, $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1]]\ <<elseif $CC1 lt 2 and $CC2 lt 2 and $CC3 lt 2 or $CC2 is 4>>With a certain itch to scratch, you load up some sissy hypnosis videos. “I want you to get comfortable, laying down, with your headphones in. As you look at the spiral, I want you to focus on your breathing, slowing it down. In…and out. Notice how the world seems to melt away with my words, until it’s just me, and you, my pet.” “Now that you’re under my trance, I want you to start stroking your clitty. Slowly. The purpose of this exercise isnot to make you cum, but to make you associate those feelings of horniness with femininity.Concentrate on the images on screen.” [img[Images/R - Sissy hypno b+p.jpg]] “So simple, yet so elegant. I want you to imagine that you’re in public. You’re stark naked, except for those items. A pair of beautiful panties holding your clitty, and a bra on your chest, not containing any boobs, which only makes you feel more self conscious. All eyes are on you, wandering the same thing. “Why is that man wearing lingerie?” But even though they’re all looking at you, notice how nothing changes. You’re simply wearing a bra and panties in public. As long as you don’t care what other people think, you’re just being you, unaffected by the currents of life.” “Keep stroking, and get ready to squirt.” You’re helpless to follow the instructions. [[Sissy porn<-Cum][$SissyPornCum to 1]]\ <<elseif $CC1 gt 1 or $CC2 gt 1 or $CC3 gt 1>>Eager to view some more sissy porn, you search for hypnosis videos for such a person. But since you’re locked up, you have to ignore all the ones tagged with “JOI”. Thankfully, you’re still left with a seemingly infinite amount. “I want you to get comfortable, laying down, with your headphones in. As you look at the spiral, I want you to focus on your breathing, slowing it down. In…and out. Notice how the world seems to melt away with my words, until it’s just me, and you, my pet.” “You could never explain it, but panties, despite their terrifying innate femininity, intrigued you. It started so simple, didn’t it? A sneaky escapade into your mother’s lingerie drawer, or perhaps it was your sister’s, or maybe even a friend. All you wanted was a single pair. And maybe that would have been it. For most men, it would have. They would have overcome their urges, and stopped there. But for you, that was only the beginning; your first chapter in a book about discovery, and sissification.” “And when you started to wear them, that interest only doubled. And ever since then, you’ve found them to be a comfortable second skin, haven’t you? You know that as long as you’re wearing your panties beneath those masculine clothes, everything will be fine. I want you to keep wearing those panties, every single day. Even if they’re the only girly thing you're wearing, they will be enough. And if you aren’t wearing them, everything will feel wrong, disjointed, like you’re constantly wearing sunglasses, or wearing headphones playing white noise. So wear your panties, sweetie. Wear them for me.” [[Computer<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $L to $L + 1, $S to $S - 1]]<</if>>

<<if $Panties2 is 1>>[img[Images/C/P4 400.jpg]] Intrigued by their sexy nature, you select a pair of red bikini style panties. They’re incredibly sexy in nature, featuring a large lace trim panel on the front. You can’t help but think of all the times $Hannah must have worn these before she was taken by a lover, and you imagine whether she took them off completely, or just enough so that she could be entered… After a moment in your thoughts, you shrug them away, and close the drawer.\ <<elseif $Panties4 is 1>>[img[Images/C/P5 400.jpg]] While certainly not the sexiest of styles, colors and materials, you pick out a pair of white panties, which has a tiny pink lace trim. The brief style makes you think they’re worn sparingly, like for a long day of work when $Hannah doesn’t want to be picking a thong out her ass. But thanks to their basicness, you hope your step sister will neglect their absence. After inspecting the undies a while longer, you close the drawer.\ <<elseif $Panties8 is 1>>[img[Images/C/P2 400.jpg]] The blue panties you delicately pick out are a sensible mix of cute and functional. The floral lace embroidery admittedly adds a lot to the style without being needlessly sexual. After admiring the art on the underwear some more, you close the drawer.<</if>> [[Steal panties<-Return]]

<<if $RuinPornCum is 1>>”Do you want to know something, my little gooner? I don’t think you deserve to have a proper orgasm again. Ever. You could have closed this video a long time ago, but your loser instincts prevent that. And that’s why I know you’re in the right place, so let me begin your countdown.” [img[Images/P - Ruin 1.jpg]] “5, remember to ruin it for me.” [img[Images/P - Ruin 2.jpg]] “4, you know this is all you deserve, don’t you?” [img[Images/P - Ruin 3.jpg]] “3, almost there, don’t ruin too soon. You do this on my command, not yours.” [img[Images/P - Ruin 4.jpg]] “2, are you ready?” [img[Images/P - Ruin 5.jpg]] “1…ruin it! Destroy that orgasm because I said so. I want you to milk it for every last drop until it’s completely tapped out. And I don’t want it to be pleasurable for a second. In fact, I’ll be disappointed if self hatred doesn’t immediately flood you. I want you to hate yourself as much as I hate you.” She seems to get her wish. The “orgasm” was void of any satisfaction. It was like scratching your body that was numbed beforehand, or eating after you were already full. It leaves you still somewhat horny, but also more tired. [[Computer<-Continue][$L to 3, $S to $S + 1, $H to $H + 1, $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1]]\ <<elseif $CC1 lt 2 and $CC2 lt 2 and $CC3 lt 2 or $CC2 is 4>>With a certain degenerate lust brewing inside you, a search for ruin your orgasm instructional videos might satiate those desires. “Hello, my pathetic little sub. I know you’re disappointed about the amount of orgasms I’ve allowed you ever since you pledged servitude to me, but today, I’ve decided to be a little generous. What? No, of course I’m not gonna let you have a proper orgasm. Those are only for real men. Men I can look at and not be disgusted. The type of men who don’t need permission to orgasm. You, on the other hand, will have to enjoy your ruined orgasm as best you can. That’s right. When you’re about to cum from jerking yourself off, I want you to let go! Hahaha! You’re so pathetic that you'd even consider doing something like this. Can you imagine how someone who isn’t a complete waste of space would react to such a command? They’d slap me for trying to control them like this. But you’ll thank me for it, won’t you? Go on, show your appreciation, jerk piggy.” She commands you to jerk off for a while longer, until her already thin patience has visibly waned. “I’m bored of you again. Get ready to cum!” You’re helpless to follow the instructions [[Ruin porn<-Cum][$RuinPornCum to 1]]\ <<elseif $CC1 gt 1 and $L gt 8 or $CC2 gt 1 and $CC2 lt 4 and $L gt 8 or $CC3 gt 1 and $L gt 8>>You’re so horny to jerk off, but with your sexual organ caged, there’s little you can do to appease your appetite, or so you think. But a JOI video you stumble across seems made specifically for you, at least according to the title and description. [img[Images/P - Ruin 1.jpg]] “Caged? That’s fine, you can still ruin your orgasm for me.” “I don’t care how you got in that cage. But today, you’re following my commands. And if you’re persistent, you might even get an orgasm. It wouldn’t be a proper one, of course, you pathetic waste of space don’t deserve that. So get ready, because I’m gonna ruin your day.” [img[Images/P - Ruin 2.jpg]] Of course, you’re more than eager to have your day ruined, so you click on the video, and follow along with the cruel woman’s instructions like an obedient puppy, until she seems to be sick of your presence. “Are you ready? You’ve got 60 seconds to finish. Keep jerking off that cage, and when you feel that edge approaching, let go and ruin that orgasm you worked so hard for. Come on, you know you don’t actually deserve a real orgasm. That’s why you’re in that cage. Now jerk it faster!” [img[Images/P - Ruin 3.jpg]] You’re certain you can get there. Lust is practically beaming off you like you’re radioactive. “5…4” [img[Images/P - Ruin 4.jpg]] At over 300 bpm, the cage is rocking back and forth like it’s a metalhead at a concert. You’re almost there. “2...1. Oh well. Looks like you were too slow, loser. Better luck next time.” [img[Images/P - Ruin 5.jpg]] You groan in frustration. But even if you had an extra 5 minutes, you might not be able to get there. It seems an orgasm with your cage on is impossible, at least if you continue to think of masturbation as something with your dick. [[Porn<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $L to $L + 1, $S to $S + 1]]\ <<elseif $CC1 gt 1 or $CC2 gt 1 and $CC2 lt 4 or $CC3 gt 1>>You’re so horny to jerk off, but with your sexual organ caged, there’s little you can do to appease your appetite, or so you think. But a JOI video you stumble across seems made specifically for you, at least according to the title and description. [img[Images/P - Ruin 1.jpg]] “Caged? That’s fine, you can still ruin your orgasm for me.” “I don’t care how you got in that cage. But today, you’re following my commands. And if you’re persistent, you might even get an orgasm. It wouldn’t be a proper one, of course, you pathetic waste of space don’t deserve that. So get ready, because I’m gonna ruin your day.” [img[Images/P - Ruin 2.jpg]] Of course, you’re more than eager to have your day ruined, so you click on the video, and follow along with the cruel woman’s instructions like an obedient puppy, until she seems to be sick of your presence. “Are you ready? You’ve got 60 seconds to finish. Keep jerking off that cage, and when you feel that edge approaching, let go and ruin that orgasm you worked so hard for. Come on, you know you don’t actually deserve a real orgasm. That’s why you’re in that cage. Now jerk it faster!” [img[Images/P - Ruin 3.jpg]] You can jerk off the cage fine, but don’t feel remotely close to finishing. “5…4” [img[Images/P - Ruin 4.jpg]] Even when you up the pace, it’s obvious that you can’t get there. “2...1. Oh well. Looks like you were too slow, loser. Better luck next time.” [img[Images/P - Ruin 5.jpg]] Once the video finishes, you’re left hornier, but not even close enough to be able to cum. Not only that, you’re annoyed at yourself for attempting something so tricky. [[Porn<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $L to $L + 1, $S to $S + 1]]<</if>>

<<set $Fem to 4>>\ <<set $AshSad to 0>>\ <<set $H to 16>>\ <<set $S to $S + 1>>\ <<set $L to $L + 1>>\ <<set $Panties2 to 1, $Panties4 to 1, $Panties8 to 1>>\ <<set $CC1 to 3>>\ <<set $LostKeys to 1>>\ <<set $AshStealPanties to 1>>\ <<set $W2A6 to 1>>\ <<set $W2A3 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>\ “Hey, $name !” On your way out of Farrix, a familiar voice grabs your attention. It’s $Ash . “Since you didn’t want to get your own panties, I figured you must have been nervous. That’s fine, I understand if you’re a bit cowardly, so I can help!” //Cowardly?// “Well, actu…” “You said you had a step sister, right?” “Yeah, bu…” “Perfect. Come on then, let’s go to your house and see what her underwear drawer looks like.” She doesn’t give you a choice in the matter, and you lead the way to your humble abode. Thankfully, it’s still absent of $Hannah , which would complicate this little escapade a lot, particularly since $Ash seems incredibly eager to do this, unconvincably so. [img[Images/Hannah panties.png]] “Wow, your step sister has a really slutty choice in underwear.” $Ash is playing through $Hannah ‘s collection of thongs, as if they were her own, even though you don’t think you’ve ever mentioned $Hannah ‘s name to her. “I mean, I have some g strings like this, but not half of my panty drawer, you know?” “Yeah, so are you done?” You nervously check the time. “Done? We’re not even started, $name . You’ve still got to try some on.” With her steadfast resolve, you know she’s going to get what she wants, with little in the way of compromise. “Fine, just give me a pair and I’ll put them on.” “That’s my problem. I can’t find a pair that would look great on you. Your chastity cage probably wouldn’t fit in these thongs.” “Doesn’t she have any normal panties?” “Duh, yeah, but I can’t decide which pair to have you wear. These blue ones are really cute, but I also like these.” She laments at the dozen pairs she has in her hands. Sensing an opportunity to speed up the process, lest you be caught in the act by $Hannah , you suggest a masculinity hitting proposition. “What if I tried them all on?” $Ash looks overjoyed at you. “That’s an amazing idea! You can put on a little fashion show for me. Here!” The panties that were formerly in her hands are tossed in your general direction. You manage to catch half of them, whilst the rest scatter across the floor. $Ash helps you strip the layers of your uniform, until you’re left in your underwear. <<if $CL[1] is 1>>She looks pleased at the sight of the panties you’re wearing, entirely of your own desire. <<else>>She appears saddened at the sight of your masculine boxers, but it can’t be too surprising considering the steps she’s going to to make you wear some right now.<</if>> When you’re left with nothing but the chastity cage, her attention turns to it. “Where’s the key? As adorable as it would look under these panties, I want to see what they look like without it.” Sensing an opportunity to get even more intimate with her, you hand her the key you received from Miss $Gray less than an hour ago. $Ash unlocks the cage, and frees your penis. Sadly though, she seems completely uninterested in it, and much more interested in covering it up in something else. She hands you the first pair of $Hannah ‘s panties. The first pair of many. The initial red pair seems to be well received by $Ash . “Those are so cute on you. The lace panel shows off your adorable penis so well!” “Awesome.” She doesn’t seem to pick up on your sarcasm. “Now for the next pair.” “Oh, you are eager, aren’t you? If I didn’t know better, I would have thought you didn’t get your own just so I would have to force you to do this.” She selects another pair and hands them to you. For the next roughly an hour, she gives you a pair of girly panties in exclusively feminine cuts and colors, judges you once you put them on (her remarks are usually positive), and then repeats the process. Each pair increases your nerves, which $Ash considers to be eagerness, when in reality, you know $Hannah is due back any minute now. In the end, $Ash stuffs the panties back in their home and you put your clothes back on. “I think we had some real winners today.” Her comment sends your nerves shooting up even further. “What do you mean?” “Oh, well since you didn’t want to get your own, I thought I’d steal some of your step sister’s for you.” She opens up her hands to reveal three pairs of panties that she took. “YOU TOOK THREE PAIRS?!” “Well, I was going to take some more, but I don’t think you’re quite ready for thongs yet. Anyway, I should get going. See you tomorrow!” After handing them to you, she skips out of the house, gleefully bounding away. $Hannah enters the house only moments later, meaning you can’t return the stolen panties. All three pairs of them. //Great. Hopefully $Hannah won’t notice// But that’s not all. After checking your pockets, an even worse realization pops up. You’ve lost the key to your chastity cage. Nevermind if $Hannah notices her rummaged through panties, some of which are missing, what will Miss $Gray do when you can’t give her the key? [[Room 0<-Continue][$S to $S + 2, $L to $L + 2, $H to 18]]

<<set $Fem to 7>>\ <<set $S to $S + 1>>\ <<set $H to 7>>\ <<if $C2 lt 0>><<set $C2 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $C4 lt 0>><<set $C4 to 0>><</if>>\ <<set $HannahR to $HannahR - 4>>\ <<set $HannahAsk to 4>>\ <<set $S to $S + 3>>\ <<if $S gt 9>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ Whilst your alarm is the nuisance it always is, upon opening your eyes, you’re surprised that you weren’t woken up sooner. $Hannah is perched beside your bed, rummaging through your underwear drawer. It takes you a couple of seconds in the haze of having just woken up to realize what she could be searching for. After seeing what she pulls out from beneath a pile of your boxers and briefs, your heart plummets. “$name , what the fuck is wrong you?” In her hands she’s clutching the three pairs of panties $Ash took. Her face is like you’ve never seen it before, featuring disdain and disgust. “It’s not what yo…” “How creepy do you have to be to steal this many pairs of my panties? The thought of you having just one pair is bad enough and makes me want to hurt you, but this is revolting.” “I ca…” “What were you going to do with them, huh? Were you just going to sniff them and pretend like you were with an actual girl? Well you should know you’d never get with one because you’re too busy doing shit like this, you pervert. You’re so pathetic you can’t even get a girlfriend when you’re in a school entirely filled with them." “Bu…” “Or maybe you were just looking to sell them to people even more depraved than you, if that was even possible.” She tosses the panties at you, where they pathetically cover your face. She slams the door on her exit. Having significantly tested her today, you opt to skip breakfast, lest you have to eat together. Still, at least you learned what your step sister actually thinks of you, and for once, you’re actually looking forward to distracting yourself with school. [[Room 0<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 12>>\ You nervously head to room 68. Following your meeting with her on Friday, anxiety swells regarding what she could possibly want now. When you’re sure the classroom is empty of students, you head inside. Miss $Gray is leaning against her desk, watching the doorway for you to come in. <<if $HannahAsk is 2>>Her monologue begins the moment the door behind you closes. "I had thought that by locking your penis in that chastity cage, me, and the rest of the population here at Farrix for that matter, wouldn't have to worry about you doing anything disgusting and perverted. Sadly, that does not seem to be the case." As you try to figure out what it is that you’ve done to annoy her, she continues "the last thing I was expecting last night was a call from, of all people, your step sister. It seems she was rather worried that you were getting up to some depraved things in your spare time. And I actually stuck up for you. I swore that you were a better person than to steal her underwear. But after another call I got this morning, it’s clear that I was very wrong.” //$Hannah told her about that?! Since when were those two so close?// “And don’t think whatever remorse you felt in order to admit your guilt is enough of a punishment either. Not only is your step sister pissed, I promised to turn you into a good person, regardless of the cost.”\ <<elseif $HannahAsk is 3>>Her monologue begins the moment the door behind you closes. "I had thought that by locking your penis in that chastity cage, me, and the rest of the population here at Farrix for that matter, wouldn't have to worry about you doing anything disgusting and perverted. Sadly, that does not seem to be the case." As you try to figure out what it is that you’ve done to annoy her, she continues "imagine my surprise when I got a call from your step sister yesterday, concerned about what you’re doing in your spare time. She seems to think that you stole her underwear, and I immediately knew you were the culprit. I promised her that I would make you not only a good student, but a good person, regardless of the cost.” In a stunned silence, you’re shocked that $Hannah would betray you like this. Sure, you took advantage of her trust first by stealing her panties, but that’s different. If she had an issue with you, why couldn’t she have kept it between you, instead of involving your teacher, who has a strong enough grasp over you anyway without having your step sister on speed dial?\ <<elseif $HannahAsk is 4>>Her monologue begins the moment the door behind you closes. “You truly are a depraved excuse for a male. I suppose I was foolish to think locking you up in chastity purely when you were at Farrix was enough to stop your degeneracy. Well, after a call I got from your step sister this morning, evidently that’s not enough.” //$Hannah told her?!// “Clearly you have some deep desires if you’re stealing 3 pairs of panties from a girl. What exactly were you trying to do when you stole them? Was it the thrill of the thievery? I doubt it. You seem far too cowardly for that. Instead, I’m guessing it was the panties themselves. And you’re so pathetic you probably never even considered sniffing them when you could wear them instead, right? Is that what you are - a weasly little pantyboy who’s so pathetic that he can’t buy his own so he has to resort to stealing other people’s? Well not for much longer. I promised your step sister I’d reform you into not only a good student, but also a good person.”<</if>> "The only way I can think to solve this is by making sure you are behaving everyday. First of all, if you find it acceptable to steal panties, then you ought to understand how personal they are to a girl. From now on, it is now mandatory for you to wear panties everyday that you come to Farrix." "What?!" "If all the other students in this school wear them, then I don't see why you can’t. Additionally, I’ll be changing the rules regarding your chastity. From now on, you will come to class early. You will undress for me and show that your cage is both on and locked. And if you’re not wearing panties that day, then you may not have the key to your cage." "You can't be serious..." "If this is what it takes for you to stop being a perverted waste of time and space, then I will take whatever measures are necessary.” Her words are spoken with a terrifying amount of intent. Despite the vicious actions she’s taking, she has zero remorse for doing this to you. "To ensure you remember our new agreement, I will keep the key until tomorrow." <<if $Day3 is 5>>"But today is Friday!" You try to argue. "Oh, my mistake" she replies. "Then I will just keep it until Monday." //That isn't what I meant//\ <<else>>"You should be thankful it isn't a Friday.”<</if>> "I hope these changes do make you a better person, though remember I can always be stricter" she snides. With that warning, she commands you to leave. Just in case she has another idea for a dastardly rule to impose, you obey. <<if $HannahAsk is 2>>[[2-4e<-Continue][$S to $S + 2]]<<elseif $HannahAsk is 3>>[[2-4e<-Continue][$S to $S + 2, $HannahR to $HannahR - 4]]<<elseif visited("Hannah Panties Room")>>[[2-4e<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $TimesSpanked to $TimesSpanked + 1>>\ You nervously head to room 68. Following your meeting with her on Friday, anxiety swells regarding what she could possibly want now. When you’re sure the classroom is empty of students, you head inside. Miss $Gray is leaning against her desk, watching the doorway for you to come in. <<if $HannahAsk is 2>>Her monologue begins the moment the door behind you closes. "I had thought that by locking your penis in that chastity cage, me, and the rest of the population here at Farrix for that matter, wouldn't have to worry about you doing anything disgusting and perverted. Sadly, that does not seem to be the case." //Is she really dragging out that I didn’t give her the key this much?// "The last thing I was expecting last night was a call from, of all people, your step sister. It seems she was rather worried that you were getting up to some depraved things in your spare time. And I actually stuck up for you. I swore that you were a better person than to steal her underwear. But after a call I got this morning, it’s clear that I was very wrong.” //$Hannah told her about that?! Since when were those two so close?// “And don’t think whatever remorse you felt in order to admit your guilt is enough of a punishment either. Not only is your step sister pissed, I promised to turn you into a good person, regardless of the cost.”\ <<elseif $HannahAsk is 3>>Her monologue begins the moment the door behind you closes. "I had thought that by locking your penis in that chastity cage, me, and the rest of the population here at Farrix for that matter, wouldn't have to worry about you doing anything disgusting and perverted. Sadly, that does not seem to be the case." //Is she really dragging out that I didn’t give her the key this much?// "Imagine my surprise when I got a call from your step sister yesterday, concerned about what you’re doing in your spare time. She seems to think that you stole her underwear, and I immediately knew you were the culprit. I promised her that I would make you not only a good student, but a good person, regardless of the cost.” In a stunned silence, you’re shocked that $Hannah would betray you like this. Sure, you took advantage of her trust first by stealing her panties, but that’s different. If she had an issue with you, why couldn’t she have kept it between you, instead of involving your teacher, who has a strong enough grasp over you anyway without having your step sister on speed dial?\ <<elseif $HannahAsk is 4>>Her monologue begins the moment the door behind you closes. “You truly are a depraved excuse for a male. I suppose I was foolish to think locking you up in chastity purely when you were at Farrix was enough to stop your degeneracy. Well, after a call I got from your step sister this morning, evidently that’s not enough.” //$Hannah told her?!// “Clearly you have some deep desires if you’re stealing 3 pairs of panties from a girl. What exactly were you trying to do when you stole them? Was it the thrill of the thievery? I doubt it. You seem far too cowardly for that. Instead, I’m guessing it was the panties themselves. And you’re so pathetic you probably never even considered sniffing them when you could wear them instead, right? Is that what you are - a weasly little pantyboy who’s so pathetic that he can’t buy his own so he has to resort to stealing other people’s? Well not for much longer. I promised your step sister I’d reform you into not only a good student, but also a good person.”<</if>> “And I’ve not even mentioned your blatant ignoring of my clear instructions to hand me your chastity key in the morning.” “But I lost it!” “Enough, I’m tired of your pitiful excuses. You’re long overdue both a punishment for your actions, and reform, to ensure you won’t do disgusting things like this again. First of all, if you find it acceptable to steal panties, then you ought to understand how personal they are to a girl. From now on, it is now mandatory for you to wear panties everyday that you come to Farrix." "What?!" "If all the other students in this school wear them, then I don't see why you can’t. Additionally, I’ll be changing the rules regarding your chastity. From now on, you will come to class early. You will undress for me and show that your cage is both on and locked. And if you’re not wearing panties that day, then you may not have the key to your cage." "You can't be serious!" "If this is what it takes for you to stop being a perverted waste of time and space, then I will take whatever measures are necessary.” Her words are spoken with a terrifying amount of intent. Despite the vicious actions she’s taking, she has zero remorse for doing this to you. “But, if you were telling the truth about having lost your chastity key, then you should know that I always have a spare. However, you deserve an extra slice of humiliation for showing such recklessness towards such important things.” She takes a seat, and sternly tells you to approach. "Now, lay down on my legs, face down." Though you’re sure of what is about to come, there’s nothing you can do to resist it. You do as she asks, and lay down on her legs. "I hope you get used to this new punishment, because I will be doing this whenever you need to be taught a lesson." The silent room is soon filled with a thunderous slap of your rear. And just from that single strike, you yelp in pain, so much so that Miss $Gray threatens to hit even harder next time if you don’t keep quiet. “We wouldn’t want the other students to know just how much of a disgusting waste of humanity you are, would we?” She slaps your ass another 4 violent times, with each one seemingly more painful than the last, and by the final hit, you have to bite your hand just to keep from screaming in pain. Your muffled moans, it would seem, are fine with Miss $Gray . [img[Images/P - Spanking.jpg]] "That will do. Now, get up.” Slowly, you do, massaging your butt as you struggle to your feet. "I hope these changes will make you a better person, though I could be even stricter. I can always hit harder, and more often. I can make you wear more than just panties, and I can make you get even more familiar with that chastity cage. " With that ominous warning, she allows you to leave. With little reason to stay and test her patience, you exit in a hurry. <<if $HannahAsk is 2>>[[2-4e<-Continue][$S to $S + 2]]<<elseif $HannahAsk is 3>>[[2-4e<-Continue][$S to $S + 2, $HannahR to $HannahR - 4]]<<elseif visited("Hannah Panties Room")>>[[2-4e<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $Fem to 11>>\ <<set $M to $M + 30>>\ Doing your best to calm yourself, you approach the cashier. "Hey there" the young woman behind the counter says in a soothing voice. "Hi" you timidly mutter back. With held-still hands, you give her the panties and the required money. Despite seeing, scanning and bagging your purchase, her face doesn't show any signs of judging you. "Thank you for your purchase" she chirpily chimes as she gives you a bag containing the purchase. You return her thank you and head out the store. //Huh. That wasn't so bad// You take a seat on one of the benches in the mall, and process what just happened. You went into a lingerie store, bought some panties, and there’s no one yelling at you? No one calling you a pervert and a freak? Miss $Gray really made it seem like it would be much worse, but maybe she’s underestimating you. For a brief moment, you get the feeling that someone might be watching you, but you chalk that up to the lingering nerves. Your heart soon returns to normal, and you’re left feeling far more confident than you were a day ago. [[Mall<-Continue][$H to $H + 2]]

<<return>> [img[Images/Satin Diva Ash.jpg]] After nervously lapping the mall for a while, you eventually stop outside your destination, Satin Diva, the mall's premier lingerie shop. The outside of the shop is as feminine as the interior, you assume whilst standing nearby. There are mannequins, or womannequins, all posing in sultry positions, like leaning over and blowing a kiss, or laying on their side, beckoning you to approach. The posters promising great discounts and the premium range of products all speak of items you haven’t heard of. “Basques” “camisoles” and “chemises” are all foreign terms to you. The first thing you notice upon entering is how quiet the store is. There’s barely any customers, and they’re outnumbered by the few staff there are. There’s a quiet, though strangely comforting, mix of pop music playing through the store’s speakers. You wander around for a while, lost in the layers of lingerie surrounding you. Doing your best to navigate based on the posters on the walls, you eventually find yourself in the panty area. But even when you’ve traversed yourself here, there’s so many styles of panties that you might as well still be lost. "Hi, can I help you with anything?" A sneaky sales assistant asks you. "No thank you, I'm okay." She smiles and heads in a different direction. Just as your heartbeat was beginning to stabilize, that interaction sent it shooting back up. You decide to just hurry up and get the ordeal over with, and look for a pair which stands out to you. Pink thong-15$ <<if $Thong1 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[Satin Diva 1st Buy<-Buy thong][$I to $I - 15, $Thong3 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Thong1 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Thong1 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Blue thong-15$ <<if $Thong8 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[Satin Diva 1st Buy<-Buy thong][$I to $I - 15, $Thong8 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Thong8 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Thong8 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Black thong-15$ <<if $Thong3 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[Satin Diva 1st Buy<-Buy thong][$I to $I - 15, $Thong1 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Thong3 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Thong3 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> <<if $I lt 15>>//Shit. How am I supposed to pay for any of these?// You let out a small sigh at realizing your blunder, and that this was all for nothing. Just as you’re about to head out the store, you get another thought. //No, $name , I'm not about to steal them.// You look back again at the small price tags - they’re only 15$. //No one would miss them. Look at how many of them there are around you// //But stealing is wrong// //Oh, but stealing from $Hannah isn't? Wasting your school time away by perving on girls isn't? What's one more bad thing on top of the rest?// [[Mall<-Put down the thong and leave][$M to $M + 30]] [[Satin Diva Steal<-Steal the panties]]<</if>>

<<if $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. “Actually, I wanted to apologize for not following your rules. I’ll try to be better in the future.” She pauses from her work for a moment to consider your comments. Finally, she looks at you. “Then wear what I tell you to wear, then you won’t have to apologize. Now, please leave.” You do as she asks, and walk out the eerily quiet classroom. [[3-2e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayR lt -1>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry for being a bad student. I will try my best to not annoy you in the future." Finally moving her eyes to you, she replies "thank you $name . I hope you are being sincere. Now, you should leave before you are late to your next lesson." As brief as her gratitude was, you are thankful that it was there at all, so you head out to your next lesson before finding a way to annoy her again. [[3-2e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S - 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L gt 8>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are so horny that you can't help but look at her luscious breasts. You don't pay attention to her face, and so you nearly jump out of your seat when she shouts at you. "$name , would you at least try to be subtle? This is totally inappropriate!" Her warning deters you from looking further, so your eyes observe anywhere but Miss $Gray . [[3-2e<-Continue][$S to $S + 3]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L lt 9 or $GrayLunchFail gt 0 and $L lt 9>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . "Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are subtle with your spying, so you assume she has no idea what you are doing, and the absence of her yelling bolsters you in. Still, there are better ways to be spending your lunch than being stuck in a classroom for an hour. If you ever want to do anything else during your break, you’ll have to find a way to get on Miss $Gray ‘s good side. When the bell rings, she sends you away with a warning to be better behaved in the future. You head to the door, before you look back and realize you could apologize. [[3-2d Lunch<-Apologize][$GrayApol to 1]] [[3-2e<-Leave][$S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR gt 1 or $GrayLunchFail lt 1 and $AshR gt 1>>You find $Ash outside of your usual waiting spot before finding a somewhat secluded spot to chat. For a while you talk about little of note. $Ash does remind you how hot she found you wearing panties, but other than that, the hour is most notable for the makeout session it becomes, which is greatly teasing for your locked up penis. [[3-2e<-Continue][$L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR lt 2>>With $Ash not suggesting where to meet up, you are clueless about what to do at lunch. The locker rooms are now in use at 12, so you aimlessly wander the halls until you find a quiet spot to relax. After what feels like hours, the bell rings, and you head to your next lesson. [[3-2e<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $Fem to 12>>\ <<if $Thong81 is 1>>For a detention that is plaguing you with concerns of what Miss $Gray intends to do, you trudge into her classroom with dread and anxiety. She subjects you to her monologue whilst approaching. “It's fascinating to me why you would rather incur my punishments instead of just doing my simple tasks. Had you simply bought a thong like I had asked you to, I wouldn’t be giving you this one now.” She unveils her hand to show off a pink thong. “Take it, and put it on.” [img[Images/C - Thong - pink.png]] With no eagerness for whatever she has planned, you do so slowly, until you’re stood in just your chastity cage and the pink thong. Even more so than if you were wearing panties, you’re left shamefully exposed. The thong does next to nothing for giving you modesty, and most of the cage is bashfully peeking out through the side. “With you wearing so little, a spanking would be an effective tool for showing you your mistake. But this requires something more…creative. Stand against that wall, facing me.” She points to a wall with many windows placed in between bricks. You do as she commands. “I could make you stand here for hours, exposing you for the pantyboy that you are for all the world to see, but that’s still too nice.” Then, she pulls a chair over and commands you to step on it. Still filled with fear, you follow her instructions. Were you and Miss $Gray both on level ground, and she weren’t wearing heels, you’d be around the same height. But her persistence on wearing heels means she regularly towers over you by an extra half a foot. Now, you’ve finally reversed that somewhat, but you still have no idea why. That’s when she lifts you up with impressive strength, and hooks the back of your thong on a hook hammered into the wall. She lets go, and you’re left suspended entirely by the metal fulcrum. “aaaaAAAAHHHH!” The hanging wedgie immediately causes you to scream, but the thin band of thong doesn’t care, and keeps working its way between your butt cheeks. “Miss $Gray , please, AAHH, please let me down.” Your moans do nothing as she smiles, admiring her handiwork. “I have no intention of ever letting you down. You may only leave when the thong breaks.” “But, AAAAAAHHH, that could be, AHH, hours!” “Well, I would hope so, yes. I didn’t get it under the assumption it would break after 10 minutes. You need to suffer. I promised you something far worse than the trivial embarrassment you would have experienced had you just done what I asked. I think a thong drilling its way into your rear is a more than suitable punishment.” After an hour, you’ve given up voicing your pain. Miss $Gray seems to be able to block the noise out as she types away at her computer. Although whenever the pain is particularly immense, you let out a blood curdling howl, and that does get a reaction from her. Only, it’s a sadistic smile and occasional giggle. In fact, you can see some tape on her desk. If she wanted to mute you, she easily could, but she wants to hear it. After 2 hours, you’ve grown accustomed to the pain. It’s somewhat like the chastity cage, you posit from your hanging position. When you first had to wear that, it was so incredibly bulky and uncomfortable, but now it’s bearable, and most of the time you forget that you’re actually wearing it. Maybe, you wander, it’s the same with any kind of pain, like nipple clamps, or being kicked in the balls. Then, you question why your first thoughts go to such sexual forms of pain. You hope it’s because of the tension in your crotch area right now, and not because this hanging wedgie is awakening deeply hidden desires inside of you. After 3 hours, you think you’ve memorized all the posters in the classroom, like the one encouraging you to be an upstanding member of the community, or the cruelly ironic one advising you to respect your superior, but also to report them if they abuse their authority. //I’m sure Miss $Gray would respond well to that// Your time in the wedgie comes to a violent end, as the band supporting your weight finally snaps after making the quiet and teasing noise of tearing for the past 3 and a half hours. You land with a thud to your knees, and for a brief moment, you compare yourself to an astronaut, having to acclimatize to a new gravity. The feeling in your butt returns, but the phantom sensation of the thong remains. Miss $Gray turns to see you clambering back to your feet. She yawns sarcastically. “I was beginning to think you might be up there for our class tomorrow. That's a shame, though I don’t think you’ll be disobeying me anytime soon, will you?” With the current state of your asshole, you can’t help but agree. She lets you get dressed, and you toss the destroyed thong in the trash on your way out. [[Room 0<-Continue][$S to $S + 3, $H to 20, $GrayLunchFail to 0, $CL[1] to 0]]\ <<else>>For a detention that is plaguing you with concerns of what Miss $Gray intends to do, you trudge into her classroom with dread and anxiety. She subjects you to her monologue whilst approaching. “It's fascinating to me why you would rather incur my punishments instead of just doing my simple tasks. Had you simply bought some panties like I told you to do, I wouldn’t be giving you this one now.” She unveils her hand to show off a pair of pink vinyl panties. “Take them, and put them on.” You start taking your pants off, but she stops you. “No, not as underwear. You’re wearing those panties as outerwear.” With an audible gulp, you follow her instructions. You insert your shoe wearing feet through the two holes at the bottom, and start pulling them up your legs. When they’re at your knees and you’re struggling to pull them up further, you know something’s wrong. And it’s not because you’re wearing something underneath. These panties are //really// small. Looking at the tag on the inside, you see they’re labeled “xxs” “I can’t wear these.” “That’s funny, because not only can you, you will. Let me help.” She yanks the panties upwards past your knee caps, then as they struggle over your thighs, until they, after great effort on her part, are mirroring your actual underwear, only on the outside. The shiny vinyl material makes it hard to look away from them. You’re starting to see where this punishment is going. “They’re nice, but not humiliating enough. Come here.” Like a puppy at her heels, you follow her to her desk, where she picks up several felt tip markers. She brushes your hair to the side and begins to draw on your face. You have no idea what she’s inscribing on your skin, but it can’t be good. After a couple of minutes, she seems done. “Well, I think this will be sufficiently humiliating.” She kicks you out of her classroom, and you’re left in your new look. It’s attention seeking being a guy at Farrix anyway, but with your bright panties reflecting the light, and whatever it is she drew on your face, you’ll be down right unmissable. Fortunately, the corridors are largely empty. Most students have gone home by now, and those that aren’t are busy in their clubs. That’s not to say the long hallways are entirely void of life beside you though. You spot several teachers walking, and if you can see them, you’re sure there’s at least one that has seen you. When you hear the approaching clicking of heels or the clearing of throats from an adjacent hallway, you duck into a nearby room for cover. You even cower in the girl’s toilets, which are miraculously empty. After channeling your stealth game heroes for a while longer, you find yourself outside. It’s getting darker, but distinctly, it’s not dark yet. You take a convoluted path home, ensuring the streets you walk down are the quietest possible, or have plenty of hiding spots. On a couple of occasions, you duck into a bush and wait until the normal civilians, who are not wearing panties on top of their pants, pass. You almost think you’re home free without drawing much attention when you hear wolf whistles and catcalls half a block behind you. Your cheeks turn as colorful as the panties as you slam your front door behind you. Looking in the mirror, the scribbles Miss $Gray drew on your face reveal themselves. There’s various doodles of panties and love hearts in between claims that you love wearing women’s underwear, which is all written in the cutest handwriting someone could possibly write in. It takes vigorous scrubbing to get it all off. The panties are a little more difficult. It took Miss $Gray ‘s surprisingly prodigious strength to pull them up, and as hard as you try, you can’t reverse it and slide them down, not even when you use water as a lubricant. In the end, a pair of sharp scissors spell the end of the panties, which is a shame, because, as much as you’re embarrassed to admit, they were pretty nice, even if they did give you that much humiliation. [[Room 0<-Continue][$S to $S + 3, $H to 19, $GrayLunchFail to 0]]<</if>>

<<if $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. “Actually, I wanted to apologize for not following your rules. I’ll try to be better in the future.” She pauses from her work for a moment to consider your comments. Finally, she looks at you. “Then wear what I tell you to wear, then you won’t have to apologize. Now, please leave.” You do as she asks, and walk out the eerily quiet classroom. [[4-1e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayR lt -1>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry for being a bad student. I will try my best to not annoy you in the future." Finally moving her eyes to you, she replies "thank you $name . I hope you are being sincere. Now, you should leave before you are late to your next lesson." As brief as her gratitude was, you are thankful that it was there at all, so you head out to your next lesson before finding a way to annoy her again. [[4-1e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S - 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L gt 8>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are so horny that you can't help but look at her luscious breasts. You don't pay attention to her face, and so you nearly jump out of your seat when she shouts at you. "$name , would you at least try to be subtle? This is totally inappropriate!" Her warning deters you from looking further, so your eyes observe anywhere but Miss $Gray . [[4-1e<-Continue][$S to $S + 3]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L lt 9 or $GrayLunchFail gt 0 and $L lt 9>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . "Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are subtle with your spying, so you assume she has no idea what you are doing, and the absence of her yelling bolsters you in. Still, there are better ways to be spending your lunch than being stuck in a classroom for an hour. If you ever want to do anything else during your break, you’ll have to find a way to get on Miss $Gray ‘s good side. When the bell rings, she sends you away with a warning to be better behaved in the future. You head to the door, before you look back and realize you could apologize. [[4-1d Lunch<-Apologize][$GrayApol to 1]] [[4-1e<-Leave][$S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR gt 1 or $GrayLunchFail lt 1 and $AshR gt 1>>You find $Ash outside of your usual waiting spot before finding a somewhat secluded spot to chat. For a while you talk about little of note. $Ash does remind you how hot she found you wearing panties, but other than that, the hour is most notable for the makeout session it becomes, which is greatly teasing for your locked up penis. [[4-1e<-Continue][$L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR lt 2>>With $Ash not suggesting where to meet up, you are clueless about what to do at lunch. The locker rooms are now in use at 12, so you aimlessly wander the halls until you find a quiet spot to relax. After what feels like hours, the bell rings, and you head to your next lesson. [[4-1e<-Continue]]<</if>>

The conversation dies down after you reflect on what you’ve just heard. “Well, what about you? Do you have any questions for me?” [[4-3 Jen Why Cafe<-Why she invited you here]] [[4-3 Jen Why Rich<-Why her parents are so rich]]

“Why’d you invite me here?” “Like I said, I just wanted to talk to you about wearing a butt plug, is all.” You’re unsure of how to reply, but you don’t buy it. She barely mentioned your anal toys before the conversation switched to something else, and she could have easily asked you about wearing the plug at Farrix. “Is that the only reason?” She reflects for a moment. “I guess you’re not as stupid as some sissies.” She sighs. “Fine. I don’t have a whole lot of…friends, I guess you could say. I spend most of my free time with my boyfriend, so I never made it much of a priority I suppose.” “Are you sure it isn’t because you tried blackmailing all your friends?” “No, of course I didn’t. Why wou…oh, you’re joking, aren’t you?” You giggle in response. “Very funny, sissy. That’s an extra 50$ you owe me because of that.” You gasp. “What? That’s so cru…you’re joking too, aren’t you?” Now she’s the one giggling. “I got you pretty good, huh. Well, I guess a lack of friends is at least one thing we have in common.” [[School 4-3 Jen 3<-Continue]]

“How did your parents become so rich?” “What a lame question. I don’t know…business, stocks, trading, that kind of thing, I suppose. My dad didn’t talk a whole lot about his job when I was younger so I stopped caring. Now though, I’d just tune out if he tried to talk to me about it. The only times I really got a glimpse into who he was was when he’d invite his friends round, they were the suit wearing type too, and I saw what he’d do to try and impress them.” “It must be nice having such a nice house.” “Eh, I guess. As a kid, I would rather my parents be there than have a house with an automatic gate, though. As an adult, I’m used to it and kind of enjoy it.” “A business job keeps them away that much?” “Well, yeah. I don’t think about it a lot, but that’s how it’s always been.” “If they’re so rich, how come you need to blackmail me for money?” “Now you’re finally asking an interesting question.” “So…are you gonna answer it?” “Nope.” [[School 4-3 Jen 3<-Continue]]

<<if $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. “Actually, I wanted to apologize for not following your rules. I’ll try to be better in the future.” She pauses from her work for a moment to consider your comments. Finally, she looks at you. “Then wear what I tell you to wear, then you won’t have to apologize. Now, please leave.” You do as she asks, and walk out the eerily quiet classroom. [[AshW1 e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayR lt -1>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry for being a bad student. I will try my best to not annoy you in the future." Finally moving her eyes to you, she replies "thank you $name . I hope you are being sincere. Now, you should leave before you are late to your next lesson." As brief as her gratitude was, you are thankful that it was there at all, so you head out to your next lesson before finding a way to annoy her again. [[AshW1 e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S - 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L gt 8>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are so horny that you can't help but look at her luscious breasts. You don't pay attention to her face, and so you nearly jump out of your seat when she shouts at you. "$name , would you at least try to be subtle? This is totally inappropriate!" Her warning deters you from looking further, so your eyes observe anywhere but Miss $Gray . [[AshW1 e<-Continue][$S to $S + 3]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L lt 9 or $GrayLunchFail gt 0 and $L lt 9>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . "Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are subtle with your spying, so you assume she has no idea what you are doing, and the absence of her yelling bolsters you in. Still, there are better ways to be spending your lunch than being stuck in a classroom for an hour. If you ever want to do anything else during your break, you’ll have to find a way to get on Miss $Gray ‘s good side. When the bell rings, she sends you away with a warning to be better behaved in the future. You head to the door, before you look back and realize you could apologize. [[Ash W1 Lunch<-Apologize][$GrayApol to 1]] [[AshW1 e<-Leave][$S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR gt 1 or $GrayLunchFail lt 1 and $AshR gt 1>><<set $AshTalkShave to 1>>"Like what you see?" $Ash asks, noticing you had zoned out looking at her legs. "Sorry, I was just...well, do you mind if I ask you a question?" "Shoot." "What's it like having shaved legs?" "Pretty awesome. Well, I've gotten used to having them hairless so I can't compare much anymore, but I remember when I first did it. Everything feels heavenly on shaven skin, so much more sensitive. I once actually had a fantasy about it." "What do you mean?" "Well, me and my lover would just finish showering and then put on...actually, maybe another time." You want to know more, but she moves the conversation in another direction. "Anyway, why do you ask?" "Well, I was considering doing it." "Really? That would be so hot! I bet they would make your panties feel much more comfortable." She remarks with a flirtatious smile. Sadly, the bell inevitably rings, leaving the two of you to say goodbye to each other. [[AshW1 e<-Continue][$L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR lt 2>>With $Ash not suggesting where to meet up, you are clueless about what to do at lunch. The locker rooms are now in use at 12, so you aimlessly wander the halls until you find a quiet spot to relax. After what feels like hours, the bell rings, and you head to your next lesson. [[AshW1 e<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $M to 0>>\ <<set $H to 16>>\ The rest of the day is largely uneventful, and you are surprised when the final bell of the day rings, signaling that the students can go home. Normally, you would go to Miss $Gray at this time, but with how late you were to her class, she wouldn't give you the key even if you did go to room 68. [[Jen Monday 2<-Finish the day]]

<<set $JenLevel to $JenLevel + 1>>\ <<set $M to $M + 10>>\ [img[Images/Jen toilets.jpg]] When $Jen realizes that you aren't reaching for any money, her demeanor turns from one of expectancy, to one of anger. <<if $JenLevel is 1>>"I really thought you would have realized how serious I am." After a moment of complete silence with you being too cowardly to apologize or even argue about how cruel she is, a hand flies towards your face, and a stinging sensation follows. You're in complete shock that this ==woman== bitch just slapped you. Maybe you could understand or forgive her trying to extort you, but hitting you was crossing a line. With an increased aggression in your voice that even you are surprised by, you begin to yell at her. "How dare you! I don't have to give you any money. Only a bitch like you would try and blackmail someone - you're lucky I don't hit you back." "I dare you to try it. You do that and I go running to the head teacher, screaming about how you've abused me ever since you came here, and then you end up going to prison. In fact, I'm sure you'd love that; all those men, willing to give you it up the ass around every corner, whether you want it or not." Just like that, her threat has drained any will of fighting back from you. She's completely serious. "Let me be clear. You fuck up like this one more time, and I'll make sure that happens." She leaves. You feel yourself begin to tear up at how little power you have. Blackmail. Coercion. Abuse from a teacher and a student. This school has changed you, and now, it has almost broken you. You spend the better part of an hour there, slouched against a brick wall.\ <<elseif $JenLevel is 2>>An exaggerated sigh exits her mouth. “It’s quite simple, $name . You give me fifty dollars every week and I don’t go telling everyone your secret. I don’t see why even an idiot like you can’t get it around your thick skull.” She pauses for a moment, considering what to do. “But if I shared everything that I know about you with everyone, then you’d have no reason to pay me anymore, would you? Hmm - the old extorter’s paradox. Well, you’re not getting away with this because the answer is quite simple. I’ll be telling some people, and showing off the pictures that I have of you. It’ll only be a few girls at Farrix, for now. You’ll have no clue who they are - but you’ll be able to hear them whispering about you soon enough. Fail to pay me again, and I’ll fill in even more girls about you being a sissy. Keep floundering with your payments, and soon enough the whole school will know, and then the rest of the city. I’m sure even an idiot sissy like you can understand how that’ll ruin your life. As much as I like your money, ruining your life sounds like a fun substitution.” She barges past you, inevitably to tell some of the students that you’re a sissy, and with her previous threats in your mind over if you tried to physically stop her, you can’t prevent it now.<</if>> [[5-1f<-Continue]]

<<if $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. “Actually, I wanted to apologize for not following your rules. I’ll try to be better in the future.” She pauses from her work for a moment to consider your comments. Finally, she looks at you. “Then wear what I tell you to wear, then you won’t have to apologize. Now, please leave.” You do as she asks, and walk out the eerily quiet classroom. [[5-1e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayR lt -1>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry for being a bad student. I will try my best to not annoy you in the future." Finally moving her eyes to you, she replies "thank you $name . I hope you are being sincere. Now, you should leave before you are late to your next lesson." As brief as her gratitude was, you are thankful that it was there at all, so you head out to your next lesson before finding a way to annoy her again. [[5-1e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S - 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L gt 8>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are so horny that you can't help but look at her luscious breasts. You don't pay attention to her face, and so you nearly jump out of your seat when she shouts at you. "$name , would you at least try to be subtle? This is totally inappropriate!" Her warning deters you from looking further, so your eyes observe anywhere but Miss $Gray . [[5-1e<-Continue][$S to $S + 3]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L lt 9 or $GrayLunchFail gt 0 and $L lt 9>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . "Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are subtle with your spying, so you assume she has no idea what you are doing, and the absence of her yelling bolsters you in. Still, there are better ways to be spending your lunch than being stuck in a classroom for an hour. If you ever want to do anything else during your break, you’ll have to find a way to get on Miss $Gray ‘s good side. When the bell rings, she sends you away with a warning to be better behaved in the future. You head to the door, before you look back and realize you could apologize. [[5-1d Lunch<-Apologize][$GrayApol to 1]] [[5-1e<-Leave][$S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR gt 1 and $AshTalkShave is 0 or $GrayLunchFail lt 1 and $AshR gt 1 and $AshTalkShave is 0>><<set $AshTalkShave to 1>>"Like what you see?" $Ash asks, noticing you had zoned out looking at her legs. "Sorry, I was just...well, do you mind if I ask you a question?" "Shoot." "What's it like having shaved legs?" "Pretty awesome. Well, I've gotten used to having them hairless so I can't compare much anymore, but I remember when I first did it. Everything feels heavenly on shaven skin, so much more sensitive. I once actually had a fantasy about it." "What do you mean?" "Well, me and my lover would just finish showering and then put on...actually, maybe another time." You want to know more, but she moves the conversation in another direction. "Anyway, why do you ask?" "Well, I was considering doing it." "Really? That would be so hot! I bet they would make your panties feel much more comfortable." She remarks with a flirtatious smile. Sadly, the bell inevitably rings, leaving the two of you to say goodbye to each other. [[5-1e<-Continue][$L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR gt 1 and $AshTalkShave is 1 or $GrayLunchFail lt 1 and $AshR gt 1 and $AshTalkShave is 1>>You find $Ash outside of your usual waiting spot before finding a somewhat secluded spot to chat. For a while you talk about little of note. $Ash does remind you how hot she found you wearing panties, but other than that, the hour is most notable for the makeout session it becomes, which is greatly teasing for your locked up penis. [[5-1e<-Continue][$L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR lt 2>>With $Ash not suggesting where to meet up, you are clueless about what to do at lunch. The locker rooms are now in use at 12, so you aimlessly wander the halls until you find a quiet spot to relax. After what feels like hours, the bell rings, and you head to your next lesson. [[5-1e<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $AshR to $AshR -2>>\ <<set $MallSaturday to 7>>\ Despite the fact that she’s the only girl who willingly touches your dick, you turn to $Ash and explain your feelings. “I’m sorry, but I’d like to be with $Jen .” Out of the corner of your eye, $Jen is smiling. $Ash doesn’t let any expression show. You anticipate the shouting match to return for round 2, but with you as the opponent, so you’re surprised when $Ash lets a smile return to her face. “Alright, if that’s what you want. Come to my house tomorrow and we can hang out then instead.” She then waves goodbye as she walks away. “I’m impressed, I thought you would have let those long legs and eager hands get in your head.” “I’ve never seen her be so aggressive. What was all that stuff she was talking about?” You ask, turning your head back to $Jen . You can see the usual air of confidence around her has faded slightly. “My family doesn’t exactly have a good reputation in this city. We should go sit down somewhere. Come on, let me introduce you to the food court.” [[Mall Week 5 With Ash Swap 1<-Continue][$M to $M + 10]]

<<if $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. “Actually, I wanted to apologize for not following your rules. I’ll try to be better in the future.” She pauses from her work for a moment to consider your comments. Finally, she looks at you. “Then wear what I tell you to wear, then you won’t have to apologize. Now, please leave.” You do as she asks, and walk out the eerily quiet classroom. [[6-1e w Punish<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayR lt -1>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry for being a bad student. I will try my best to not annoy you in the future." Finally moving her eyes to you, she replies "thank you $name . I hope you are being sincere. Now, you should leave before you are late to your next lesson." As brief as her gratitude was, you are thankful that it was there at all, so you head out to your next lesson before finding a way to annoy her again. [[6-1e w Punish<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S - 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L gt 8>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are so horny that you can't help but look at her luscious breasts. You don't pay attention to her face, and so you nearly jump out of your seat when she shouts at you. "$name , would you at least try to be subtle? This is totally inappropriate!" Her warning deters you from looking further, so your eyes observe anywhere but Miss $Gray . [[6-1e w Punish<-Continue][$S to $S + 3]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L lt 9 or $GrayLunchFail gt 0 and $L lt 9>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . "Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are subtle with your spying, so you assume she has no idea what you are doing, and the absence of her yelling bolsters you in. Still, there are better ways to be spending your lunch than being stuck in a classroom for an hour. If you ever want to do anything else during your break, you’ll have to find a way to get on Miss $Gray ‘s good side. When the bell rings, she sends you away with a warning to be better behaved in the future. You head to the door, before you look back and realize you could apologize. [[6-1d Lunch<-Apologize][$GrayApol to 1]] [[6-1e w Punish<-Leave][$S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $AshMad is 1>>Thanks to your failed relationship with $Ash , you’ve nobody to hang around with at lunch, which while uncomfortable, and sometimes regrettable, you remind yourself that it’s for the best. After what feels like hours, the bell rings, and you head to your next lesson. [[6-1e w Punish<-Continue][$L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR gt 1 or $GrayLunchFail lt 1 and $AshR gt 1>><<set $AshTalkShave to 1>>You find $Ash outside of your usual waiting spot before finding a somewhat secluded spot to chat. For a while you talk about little of note. $Ash does remind you how hot she found you wearing panties, but other than that, the hour is most notable for the makeout session it becomes, which is greatly teasing for your locked up penis. [[6-1e w Punish<-Continue][$L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR lt 2>>With $Ash not suggesting where to meet up, you are clueless about what to do at lunch. The locker rooms are now in use at 12, so you aimlessly wander the halls until you find a quiet spot to relax. After what feels like hours, the bell rings, and you head to your next lesson. [[6-1e w Punish<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $I to $I - 50>>\ <<set $M to $M + 10>>\ You reach into your pocket, taking out your wallet. After retrieving the money for $Jen , she smiles at seeing her present. "Thanks $name . Same time next week?" She laughs, knowing your lack of a choice. <<if visited("Mall Week 5 Jen Walk")>>”Actually, I wanted to say I had a good time with you on Saturday. We should do something like it again at some point.” You give a noncommittal answer to her suggestion.<</if>> $Jen then walks out. You soon follow, once more confused by her. <<if $TeacherPunish is 1>>[[Bull detention<-Continue]]<<else>>[[6-1f<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<if $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. “Actually, I wanted to apologize for not following your rules. I’ll try to be better in the future.” She pauses from her work for a moment to consider your comments. Finally, she looks at you. “Then wear what I tell you to wear, then you won’t have to apologize. Now, please leave.” You do as she asks, and walk out the eerily quiet classroom. [[6-5e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayR lt -1>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry for being a bad student. I will try my best to not annoy you in the future." Finally moving her eyes to you, she replies "thank you $name . I hope you are being sincere. Now, you should leave before you are late to your next lesson." As brief as her gratitude was, you are thankful that it was there at all, so you head out to your next lesson before finding a way to annoy her again. [[6-5e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S - 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L gt 8>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are so horny that you can't help but look at her luscious breasts. You don't pay attention to her face, and so you nearly jump out of your seat when she shouts at you. "$name , would you at least try to be subtle? This is totally inappropriate!" Her warning deters you from looking further, so your eyes observe anywhere but Miss $Gray . [[6-5e<-Continue][$S to $S + 3]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L lt 9 or $GrayLunchFail gt 0 and $L lt 9>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . "Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are subtle with your spying, so you assume she has no idea what you are doing, and the absence of her yelling bolsters you in. Still, there are better ways to be spending your lunch than being stuck in a classroom for an hour. If you ever want to do anything else during your break, you’ll have to find a way to get on Miss $Gray ‘s good side. When the bell rings, she sends you away with a warning to be better behaved in the future. You head to the door, before you look back and realize you could apologize. [[6-5d Lunch<-Apologize][$GrayApol to 1]] [[6-5e<-Leave][$S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $AshMad is 1>>Thanks to your failed relationship with $Ash , you’ve nobody to hang around with at lunch, which while uncomfortable, and sometimes regrettable, you remind yourself that it’s for the best. After what feels like hours, the bell rings, and you head to your next lesson. [[6-5e<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR gt 1 or $GrayLunchFail lt 1 and $AshR gt 1>>You find $Ash outside of your usual waiting spot before finding a somewhat secluded spot to chat. For a while you talk about little of note. $Ash does remind you how hot she found you wearing panties, but other than that, the hour is most notable for the makeout session it becomes, which is greatly teasing for your locked up penis. [[6-5e<-Continue][$L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR lt 2>>With $Ash not suggesting where to meet up, you are clueless about what to do at lunch. The locker rooms are now in use at 12, so you aimlessly wander the halls until you find a quiet spot to relax. After what feels like hours, the bell rings, and you head to your next lesson. [[6-5e<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $L to $L + 2>>\ <<if $SkirtTask1 is 1>><<set $SkirtTask1 to 2>><</if>>\ <<if $SkirtTask2 is 1>><<set $SkirtTask2 to 2>><</if>>\ [img[Images/R - Skirt Room.jpg]] With a bizarre new addition to your wardrobe wrapped around your waist, you consider how to take a picture. Trying to take a traditional selfie doesn’t work - some pictures don’t show off the skirt enough, while some don’t include your face. Not that Miss $Gray insisted it did, but you are curious how you’d look. Instead, you post the phone on a cabinet, and set it to timer mode. After a dozen distinct shutter sounds, you still aren’t satisfied however. The pictures lack personality since you’re not used to this type of outfit, as though an alien were given human clothing, and not just in terms of your extra limbs. Out of frustration, you decide to try something radically different. Rather than looking like a bored mannequin, you experiment with throwing in some poses, like throwing up peace signs, pouting, resting your hands expectantly on your hips, and even turning around to feature more of your displated ass. This time, the pictures return a playful sight; they actually turned out well. When you ignore your out of place face, the figure actually looks like a woman. Smiling, you’re about to undress. <<if $CC2 is 3>>Strangely, you feel pressure growing in your chastity cage. It’s as uncomfortable as always, but this time, it feels even more frustrating. Despite your better instincts, you’d love to masturbate to the shots you took. Maybe the cage is finally doing something good in precluding that new level of degeneracy. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $CC2 is 2>>Strangely, you feel pressure growing in your chastity cage. It’s as uncomfortable as always, but despite your better instincts, you want to masturbate to the shots you took. Glancing at the key to your cock, you ‘re reminded you can. [[Room 0<-Don’t unlock yourself][$H to $H + 1]] [[Task Skirt Already Cum<-Unlock yourself][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $CC2 is 1 and $L gt 7>>Strangely, you notice your dick is actually hard, pressing against the material of the skirt. And despite your better instincts, you want to masturbate to the shots you took. You’re too horny to ignore your primal instincts. [[Task Skirt Already Cum<-Masturbate][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $CC2 is 1 and $L lt 8>>Strangely, you notice your dick is actually hard, pressing against the material of the skirt. And despite your better instincts, you want to masturbate to the shots you took. [[Room 0<-Resist the urge][$H to $H + 1]] [[Task Skirt Already Cum<-Masturbate][$H to $H + 1]]<</if>>

<<if $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. “Actually, I wanted to apologize for not following your rules. I’ll try to be better in the future.” She pauses from her work for a moment to consider your comments. Finally, she looks at you. “Then wear what I tell you to wear, then you won’t have to apologize. Now, please leave.” You do as she asks, and walk out the eerily quiet classroom. [[7-1e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayR lt -1>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry for being a bad student. I will try my best to not annoy you in the future." Finally moving her eyes to you, she replies "thank you $name . I hope you are being sincere. Now, you should leave before you are late to your next lesson." As brief as her gratitude was, you are thankful that it was there at all, so you head out to your next lesson before finding a way to annoy her again. [[7-1e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S - 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L gt 8>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are so horny that you can't help but look at her luscious breasts. You don't pay attention to her face, and so you nearly jump out of your seat when she shouts at you. "$name , would you at least try to be subtle? This is totally inappropriate!" Her warning deters you from looking further, so your eyes observe anywhere but Miss $Gray . [[7-1e<-Continue][$S to $S + 3]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L lt 9 or $GrayLunchFail gt 0 and $L lt 9>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . "Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are subtle with your spying, so you assume she has no idea what you are doing, and the absence of her yelling bolsters you in. Still, there are better ways to be spending your lunch than being stuck in a classroom for an hour. If you ever want to do anything else during your break, you’ll have to find a way to get on Miss $Gray ‘s good side. When the bell rings, she sends you away with a warning to be better behaved in the future. You head to the door, before you look back and realize you could apologize. [[7-1d Lunch<-Apologize][$GrayApol to 1]] [[7-1e<-Leave][$S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $AshMad is 1>>Thanks to your failed relationship with $Ash , you’ve nobody to hang around with at lunch, which while uncomfortable, and sometimes regrettable, you remind yourself that it’s for the best. After what feels like hours, the bell rings, and you head to your next lesson. [[7-1e<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR gt 1 or $GrayLunchFail lt 1 and $AshR gt 1>>You find $Ash outside of your usual waiting spot before finding a somewhat secluded spot to chat. For a while you talk about little of note. $Ash does remind you how hot she found you wearing panties, but other than that, the hour is most notable for the makeout session it becomes, which is greatly teasing for your locked up penis. [[7-1e<-Continue][$L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 3>>With $Ash not suggesting where to meet up, you are clueless about what to do at lunch. Just when you think you have a quiet place of sanctuary to hide from all the cruelty of this school, girls come along, laughing at you. Not for being a man, as you quickly became used to here, but for being a sissy, which they insist you are. “Did you see those pictures of him in the toilets?” “How can someone be so pathetic?” You promptly leave to find somewhere else to relax - a process which repeats itself a dozen times over the hour. By the end of the period, you’re left more stressed out than when it began. [[7-1e<-Continue][$S to $S + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR lt 2>>With $Ash not suggesting where to meet up, you are clueless about what to do at lunch. The locker rooms are now in use at 12, so you aimlessly wander the halls until you find a quiet spot to relax. After what feels like hours, the bell rings, and you head to your next lesson. [[7-1e<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 16>>\ <<set $LipstickToilet = ["$name LOVES cock", "$name stole my panties", "Sissies belong in pornos, not Farrix", "Ask $name if you ever run out of mascara", "$name <3 cum"]>>\ Before you can leave the teasing walls of Farrix, you’re intercepted by $Jen , who beckons you to follow her into the toilets. You’re thankful she’s led you somewhere secluded, but it’s good for her too. <<if $JenLevel gt 3>>As if a reminder of what you’re here for, you see markings on the mirror written in lipstick. They all seem to describe you, and there’s only one person you can thank for waxy details of your personal life, and she’s standing right in front of you. "<<print $LipstickToilet.random()>>" the biggest one proclaims.<</if>> [img[Images/Jen toilets.jpg]] "I hope you have my money." <<if $I gt 49>>[[Jen Monday 4 Pay<-Pay her]]\ <<else>>You don't have enough money to pay her.<</if>> [[Jen Monday 4 Don't Pay<-Don't pay her]]

<<set $I to $I - 50>>\ <<set $M to $M + 10>>\ You reach into your pocket, taking out your wallet. After retrieving the money for $Jen , she smiles at seeing her present. "Thanks $name . Same time next week?" She laughs, knowing your lack of a choice. You can’t help but feel that she’s a little distracted today compared to her normal demanding self. Her eyes are typically locked on you, sending shivers down your spine, but today, she’s a little off. In fact her eyes seem to be looking at something else…something a little lower. You brush it off as being nothing, and she soon leaves without saying anything more. [[7-1f<-Continue]]

<<if $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. “Actually, I wanted to apologize for not following your rules. I’ll try to be better in the future.” She pauses from her work for a moment to consider your comments. Finally, she looks at you. “Then wear what I tell you to wear, then you won’t have to apologize. Now, please leave.” You do as she asks, and walk out the eerily quiet classroom. [[7-5e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayR lt -1>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry for being a bad student. I will try my best to not annoy you in the future." Finally moving her eyes to you, she replies "thank you $name . I hope you are being sincere. Now, you should leave before you are late to your next lesson." As brief as her gratitude was, you are thankful that it was there at all, so you head out to your next lesson before finding a way to annoy her again. [[7-5e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S - 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L gt 8>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are so horny that you can't help but look at her luscious breasts. You don't pay attention to her face, and so you nearly jump out of your seat when she shouts at you. "$name , would you at least try to be subtle? This is totally inappropriate!" Her warning deters you from looking further, so your eyes observe anywhere but Miss $Gray . [[7-5e<-Continue][$S to $S + 3]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L lt 9 or $GrayLunchFail gt 0 and $L lt 9>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . "Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are subtle with your spying, so you assume she has no idea what you are doing, and the absence of her yelling bolsters you in. Still, there are better ways to be spending your lunch than being stuck in a classroom for an hour. If you ever want to do anything else during your break, you’ll have to find a way to get on Miss $Gray ‘s good side. When the bell rings, she sends you away with a warning to be better behaved in the future. You head to the door, before you look back and realize you could apologize. [[7-5d Lunch<-Apologize][$GrayApol to 1]] [[7-5e<-Leave][$S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $AshMad is 1>>Thanks to your failed relationship with $Ash , you’ve nobody to hang around with at lunch, which while uncomfortable, and sometimes regrettable, you remind yourself that it’s for the best. After what feels like hours, the bell rings, and you head to your next lesson. [[7-5e<-Continue]] <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR gt 1 or $GrayLunchFail lt 1 and $AshR gt 1>>“So are you excited for the weekend? Just how long have you been dreaming about losing your virginity? Most of your life, I’m sure, and now you’ll finally get to do it, and with me, no less. I don’t know how you’re containing your excitement.” You have no clue either. Maybe all the tasks and rules Miss $Gray has forced on you since you started Farrix have made sex slip into the background of your mind a little, but if you play your cards right, you’ll be able to accomplish your lifelong mission soon enough. The rest of the period is largely a makeout session, giving you even more encouragement to meet her at the weekend. [[7-5e<-Continue][$L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 3>>With $Ash not suggesting where to meet up, you are clueless about what to do at lunch. Just when you think you have a quiet place of sanctuary to hide from all the cruelty of this school, girls come along, laughing at you. Not for being a man, as you quickly became used to here, but for being a sissy, which they insist you are. “Did you see those pictures of him in the toilets?” “How can someone be so pathetic?” You promptly leave to find somewhere else to relax - a process which repeats itself a dozen times over the hour. By the end of the period, you’re left more stressed out than when it began. [[7-5e<-Continue][$S to $S + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR lt 2>>With $Ash not suggesting where to meet up, you are clueless about what to do at lunch. The locker rooms are now in use at 12, so you aimlessly wander the halls until you find a quiet spot to relax. After what feels like hours, the bell rings, and you head to your next lesson. [[7-5e<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<if $JenR lt -1>>It’s not the “sticking up for yourself moment” you felt it would be, but you tell $Jen that if she’s going to make you pay her, she can shove the key where she shoved her butt plug. “I knew you were stupid, but if you’re willing to throw away this golden opportunity, then you don’t deserve it anyway.” She pockets the small piece of metal, and practically throws you out the house.\ <<else>>It’s not the “sticking up for yourself moment” you felt it would be, but you tell $Jen that if she’s going to make you kiss her ass, she can shove the key where she shoved her butt plug. “I knew you were stupid, but if you’re willing to throw away this golden opportunity, then you don’t deserve it anyway.” She pockets the small piece of metal, and practically throws you out the house.<</if>> //Fuck// <<if $EscapeChastity is 12>>//Wait, what am I talking about out? I already have a key for my cage.// You laugh to yourself.\ <<else>>The last chance you had at having sex just blew up in your face, purely because of your ego not allowing you to give a girl a tiny kiss. You take a slow stroll home, cursing yourself.<</if>> [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S + 3]]

<<if $JenR gt -2>><<set $CC2 to 1>><<set $L to $L + 2>>[img[Images/Jen ass.jpg]] You lean over, moving your face right behind $Jen ‘s generous ass. “I’m waiting.” Coldly, your lips make contact with her cheeks for barely a second. “Come on, what am I, your grandmother?” Again you move slightly closer, and once again praise her butt cheeks with your lips. You know she won’t be pleased at you stopping at just another kiss, so you carry on, worshiping her rear, as though it were a deity. Your display of affection moves closer and closer to her asshole, which you’re sure is plugged. You rotate around the small hole, getting more action with her ass than you’ve had with any girl as you try and decide if it’s more or less humiliating that she’s wearing clothes. “I think that’s enough.” You reel back, and realize that at some point, you actually put your hands on her hips for better leverage. “Well, I think you’ve earned this.” After she hands you the key, your hand moves like a lightning bolt, shooting into your underwear to unlock the cage. A satisfying click sends a rush of happiness over you. It works. You rush over to $Jen and give her a hug, your pants still down. “Thank you.” She seems to be happy that you’re happy, with a similar sense of glee across her face. [[Jen 7b<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $I lt 20 and $EscapeChastity is 12>>You hand her your wallet so she can fish out the money herself. “Really? This is all you have?” She throws your wallet on the ground without taking anything out. “You should probably get enough for Monday.” Despite your better instincts, you still want that key. “Oh, so you think you deserve this?” She dangles the key centimeters above her tongue, threatening to swallow it. “Wait, please don’t!” “Why shouldn’t I? First you disrespect me, then you can’t even afford to pay for some cheap jewelry.” “I’m sorry.” “Too late.” The key drops onto her tongue, which retreats back into her mouth. Any thoughts of stopping her are for nothing when you see her swallow a second later. //Fuck// //Wait, what am I talking about out? I already have a key for my cage.// You laugh to yourself. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 5, $S to $S + 2, $JenR to $JenR - 1]]\ <<elseif $I lt 20>>You hand her your wallet so she can fish out the money herself. “Really? This is all you have?” She throws your wallet on the ground without taking anything out. “You should probably get enough for Monday.” Despite your better instincts, you still want that key. “Oh, so you think you deserve this?” She dangles the key centimeters above her tongue, threatening to swallow it. “Wait, please don’t!” “Why shouldn’t I? First you disrespect me, then you can’t even afford to pay for some cheap jewelry.” “I’m sorry.” “Too late.” The key drops onto her tongue, which retreats back into her mouth. Any thoughts of stopping her are for nothing when you see her swallow a second later. //Fuck// You want to scream and shout, but more than anything, you just feel defeated. Your last chance at having sex just blew up in your face. Without even being asked, you defeatedly trudge out, taking a slow stroll home, cursing the stars and kicking the pavement. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 5, $S to $S + 2, $JenR to $JenR - 1]]\ <<else>><<set $I to 0, $CC2 to 1>>[img[Images/Money.jpg]] You hand her your wallet so she can fish out the money herself. “You might want to get working so you have enough for Monday.” You decide you can worry about that on Monday, because today all you can think about is sex. $Jen tosses you the key, and you have to hope it works because you don’t stick around to test if it does. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S + 2]]<</if>>\

<<if $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 0>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. “Actually, I wanted to apologize for not following your rules. I’ll try to be better in the future.” She pauses from her work for a moment to consider your comments. Finally, she looks at you. “Then wear what I tell you to wear, then you won’t have to apologize. Now, please leave.” You do as she asks, and walk out the eerily quiet classroom. [[8-1e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $GrayApol is 1 and $GrayR lt -1>>You walk up to Miss $Gray 's desk, where she doesn't notice you. "Miss $Gray ?" "$name , I already told you that you may leave." She retorts, not even taking her eyes away from her monitor. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry for being a bad student. I will try my best to not annoy you in the future." Finally moving her eyes to you, she replies "thank you $name . I hope you are being sincere. Now, you should leave before you are late to your next lesson." As brief as her gratitude was, you are thankful that it was there at all, so you head out to your next lesson before finding a way to annoy her again. [[8-1e<-Continue][$GrayApol to 0, $S to $S - 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L gt 8>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are so horny that you can't help but look at her luscious breasts. You don't pay attention to her face, and so you nearly jump out of your seat when she shouts at you. "$name , would you at least try to be subtle? This is totally inappropriate!" Her warning deters you from looking further, so your eyes observe anywhere but Miss $Gray . [[8-1e<-Continue][$S to $S + 3]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt -1 and $L lt 9 or $GrayLunchFail gt 0 and $L lt 9>>Realizing that you should, in general, not annoy the woman who has the key to your penis, you head to room 68 to spend an unpleasant lunch with Miss $Gray . "Ah, $name . As much as I am sure that little cage is doing its job, I certainly could be more pleased with your behavior, so you will be spending your lunch in my company." //Great.// She doesn't tell you to do anything, so you sit down at your usual table, and wait as the time drifts away. With Miss $Gray using her computer, she doesn't pay much attention to you, so you try and look at her boobs as much as you can without getting caught. You are subtle with your spying, so you assume she has no idea what you are doing, and the absence of her yelling bolsters you in. Still, there are better ways to be spending your lunch than being stuck in a classroom for an hour. If you ever want to do anything else during your break, you’ll have to find a way to get on Miss $Gray ‘s good side. When the bell rings, she sends you away with a warning to be better behaved in the future. You head to the door, before you look back and realize you could apologize. [[8-1d Lunch<-Apologize][$GrayApol to 1]] [[8-1e<-Leave][$S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $AshMad is 1>>Thanks to your failed relationship with $Ash , you’ve nobody to hang around with at lunch, which while uncomfortable, and sometimes regrettable, you remind yourself that it’s for the best. After what feels like hours, the bell rings, and you head to your next lesson. [[8-1e<-Leave]]\ <<elseif $GrayR gt -2 and $AshR gt 1 or $GrayLunchFail lt 1 and $AshR gt 1>>“So are you excited for the weekend? Just how long have you been dreaming about losing your virginity? Most of your life, I’m sure, and now you’ll finally get to do it, and with me, no less. I don’t know how you’re containing your excitement.” You have no clue either. Maybe all the tasks and rules Miss $Gray has forced on you since you started Farrix have made sex slip into the background of your mind a little, but if you play your cards right, you’ll be able to accomplish your lifelong mission soon enough. The rest of the period is largely a makeout session, giving you even more encouragement to meet her at the weekend. [[8-1e<-Continue][$L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 3>>With $Ash not suggesting where to meet up, you are clueless about what to do at lunch. Just when you think you have a quiet place of sanctuary to hide from all the cruelty of this school, girls come along, laughing at you. Not for being a man, as you quickly became used to here, but for being a sissy, which they insist you are. “Did you see those pictures of him in the toilets?” “How can someone be so pathetic?” You promptly leave to find somewhere else to relax - a process which repeats itself a dozen times over the hour. By the end of the period, you’re left more stressed out than when it began. [[8-1e<-Continue][$S to $S + 1]]\ <<elseif $AshMad is 1>>Despite her not explicitly telling you not to meet her, you figure $Ash wouldn’t appreciate your presence right now, so you wander alone throughout the period. [[8-1e<-Continue]]\ <<else>>Though you are hanging around your usual spot, you can’t find $Ash . Given how long the two of you have known each other now, you find it hard to believe it’s because she forgot. While you wait, your mind fills with anxious thoughts of if she’s alright, or if you’ve done something to upset her. [[8-1e<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<if $KissAshShoes is 1 and $FFeet is 1>><<set $FootFetish to $FootFetish + 1>>With a final observation to confirm there’s no one in the immediate vicinity, you kneel down, first to one knee. But when you realize that you can’t reach $Ash ‘s shoes in that position, you put both legs against the hard concrete in order to reach her footwear. You lean in, lips first, to plant a dry show of affection on the cold leather material of her flats. You quickly leave your submissive position so that you’re once again at eye contact level with $Ash . She offers no response to what you did, even though she was the one who told you to do it. //Did she not expect me to do that? Or was she checking to see what I was willing to do?// “Good. Now, I want you to meet me at the mall this Saturday, and bring at least 100$ or don’t bother coming at all.” By the time you’ve finished talking, $Ash has arrived at her house, and she leaves without a warm goodbye that exemplified your friendship before, leaving you alone and nervous. [[Room 0<-Continue][$M to $M + 30, $S to $S + 3, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $KissAshShoes is 1 and $FFeet is 0>>With one final observation of your surroundings to confirm there’s no in the immediate vicinity, you take a gulp, and then yell. “I’m a sissy!” You blush profusely on the admission, even if it was your own doing. “Good girl. Now, I want you to meet me at the mall this Saturday, and bring at least 100$ or don’t bother coming at all.” By the time you’ve finished talking, $Ash has arrived at her house, and she leaves without the warm goodbye that exemplified your friendship before, leaving you alone. //She’s only been in control of my cage for an hour, and she’s already making me humiliate myself like that…this cannot end well// [[Room 0<-Continue][$M to $M + 30, $S to $S + 3, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $KissAshShoes is 0>>When $Ash realizes you don’t intend on leaning down to kiss her shoes, she doesn’t force you to, and she doesn’t even slap you again. “Very well, but I promise you will regret that. Sooner or later you will realize that you’re my bitch, to do with as I please. Now, I want you to meet me at the mall this Saturday, and bring at least 100$ or don’t bother coming at all.” By the time you’ve finished talking, $Ash has arrived at her house, and she leaves without a warm goodbye that exemplified your friendship before, leaving you alone and nervous. [[Room 0<-Continue][$M to $M + 30, $S to $S + 3, $AshR to $AshR - 1]]<</if>>

<<set $LipstickToilet = ["$name LOVES cock", "$name stole my panties", "Sissies belong in pornos, not Farrix", "Ask $name if you ever run out of mascara", "$name <3 cum"]>>\ $Jen beckons you to follow her into the toilets. You’re thankful she’s led you somewhere secluded, but it’s good for her too. <<if $JenLevel gt 3>>As if a reminder of what you’re here for, you see markings on the mirror written in lipstick. They all seem to describe you, and there’s only one person you can thank for waxy details of your personal life, and she’s standing right in front of you. "<<print $LipstickToilet.random()>>" the biggest one proclaims.<</if>> [img[Images/Jen toilets.jpg]] <<if $JenKey is 1>>"I hope you have my money." Once again, you’re left completely baffled by $Jen . She had the perception to see that Miss $Gray had trapped you in chastity, and decided to help you out of your bind. You have your old life back, kind of, thanks to her, yet she still demands that you give her money. As confusing as it is, your appreciation for what she’s done is too great to make an issue out of this. But after she invited you to hang out on Saturday, maybe there’s the potential for your relationship to change.\ <<elseif $JenKey is 0 and visited("Jen 7") is 1>>"I hope you have my money." After you refused her help on Saturday, it’s unsurprising that she’s trying to return the status quo of you handing her cash. Perhaps it helps her feel more in charge, or maybe she’s angry. With $Jen , who knows?\ <<else>>"I hope you have my money."<</if>> <<if $I gt 49>>[[Jen Monday 5 Pay<-Pay her]]\ <<else>>You don't have enough money to pay her.<</if>> [[Jen Monday 5 Don't Pay<-Don't pay her]]

<<set $I to $I - 50>>\ <<set $M to $M + 10>>\ You reach into your pocket, taking out your wallet. After retrieving the money for $Jen , she smiles at seeing her present. "Thanks $name . Same time next week?" She laughs, knowing your lack of a choice. <<if $JenKey is 1>>”How’s that key working out for you?” “It’s great! Thanks again for your help.” “You’re welcome…sissy.”<</if>> She saunters off, and you soon follow. [[8-1d Lunch<-Continue to lunch]]

<<set $JenLevel to $JenLevel + 1>>\ [img[Images/Jen toilets.jpg]] When $Jen realizes that you aren't reaching for any money, her demeanor turns from one of expectancy, to one of anger. <<if $JenLevel is 1>>"I really thought you would have realized how serious I am." After a moment of complete silence with you being too cowardly to apologize or even argue about how cruel she is, a hand flies towards your face, and a stinging sensation follows. You're in complete shock that this ==woman== bitch just slapped you. Maybe you could understand or forgive her trying to extort you, but hitting you was crossing a line. With an increased aggression in your voice that even you are surprised by, you begin to yell at her. "How dare you! I don't have to give you any money. Only a bitch like you would try and blackmail someone - you're lucky I don't hit you back." "I dare you to try it. You do that and I go running to the head teacher, screaming about how you've abused me ever since you came here, and then you end up going to prison. In fact, I'm sure you'd love that; all those men, willing to give you it up the ass around every corner, whether you want it or not." Just like that, her threat has drained any will of fighting back from you. She's completely serious. "Let me be clear. You fuck up like this one more time, and I'll make sure that happens." She leaves. You feel yourself begin to tear up at how little power you have. Blackmail. Coercion. Abuse from a teacher and a student. This school has changed you, and now, it has almost broken you. You spend the better part of an hour there, slouched against a brick wall.\ <<elseif $JenLevel is 2>>An exaggerated sigh exits her mouth. “It’s quite simple, $name . You give me fifty dollars every week and I don’t go telling everyone your secret. I don’t see why even an idiot like you can’t get it around your thick skull.” She pauses for a moment, considering what to do. “But if I shared everything that I know about you with everyone, then you’d have no reason to pay me anymore, would you? Hmm - the old extorter’s paradox. Well, you’re not getting away with this because the answer is quite simple. I’ll be telling some people, and showing off the pictures that I have of you. It’ll only be a few girls at Farrix, for now. You’ll have no clue who they are - but you’ll be able to hear them whispering about you soon enough. Fail to pay me again, and I’ll fill in even more girls about you being a sissy. Keep floundering with your payments, and soon enough the whole school will know, and then the rest of the city. I’m sure even an idiot sissy like you can understand how that’ll ruin your life. As much as I like your money, ruining your life sounds like a fun substitution.” She barges past you, inevitably to tell some of the students that you’re a sissy, and with her previous threats in your mind over if you tried to physically stop her, you can’t prevent it now.\ <<elseif $JenLevel is 3>>”You really don’t seem to value your life that much, do you? I thought the couple of people I had told would have made you change your tune, but evidently not. If you’re so content on making everyone know how much of a sissy loser you are, then you won’t mind if I tell even more of the school, will you?” She laughs as she strolls past you, no doubt with intentions of following through in her promise.\ <<elseif $JenLevel is 4>><<set $TimesSpatOn to $TimesSpatOn + 1>>”I’m really confused what your issue is. You’re standing in front of me, a pathetic quivering shell of a man who shivers when I raise my voice slightly. I could slap you in the face a hundred times, and you still wouldn’t have the balls to stop me. You look down in shame whenever I call you a sissy, and I’ve even made you wear a butt plug. If that doesn’t make someone pathetic, I don’t know what does. And yet despite how cowardly you are, you still refuse to pay me - it’s like you want to be exposed.” She pauses, annoyed at the lack of success her method of extortion is bringing. “I was being nice before, you know. I was only telling the people in your class about your disgusting nature. I had hoped just that small amount of shame would put you into action, but I suppose not. So from now on, I’ll be telling everyone, regardless of if they know you, your name, or even if they care. Expect details of you to be written all over the school bathrooms. If you thought being the only boy in a girls' school was bad, wait until you realize how humiliating it is to be a sissy in a girls’ school, and for everyone to know.” She spits directly on the bridge on your nose before storming out.\ <<elseif $JenLevel is 5>><<set $W8J1 to 1>>”I’m not sure when you’re going to learn your lesson. Wait…lesson…hmm. That’s it!" You shiver at whatever $Jen ‘s eureka moment is. “Here I was thinking “how could I tell more students” when I was asking the completely wrong question. I don’t have to just tell students - I can tell teachers too! Don't worry, I can be subtle. “Oh, Mr Hawt, you teach my friend $name , right? Do you know if he’s okay? He ran out of my house the other day with my makeup spilling out his pocket, it was so weird.” Ha! I can’t wait to see their faces upon realizing what a sissy they’ve been teaching.” She’s cackling as she exits the toilets, with you once again having no one else to blame.\ <<elseif $JenLevel is 6>>“You’re just doing this to mock me now, aren’t you? I know you think this gives you some amount of power, but you’re just being stubborn, destroying your own life just out of spite for me. Well fine, that’s fun too. So let’s see, I’ve told people in your class, then the rest of the students, and now the teachers. I think what’s left is to tell the rest of the city, right? You won’t be able to enter the mall without people staring you down from the other side. Well, I hope that’s worth your fifty dollars. I suppose you can buy some lingerie with that - all while the staff have seen pictures of you wearing some before. Enjoy your ruined life, sissy!” She’s almost resigned as she leaves. You know she’s not lying about her intentions, but she also knows that it won’t have an impact on you, since none of her other threats have either.<</if>> [[9-1c Lunch<-Continue]]

$Jen intercepts you as usual, but she’s clearly shook at seeing your attire. <<if $JenR gt 2>>”Wow, $name . I thought this day would come eventually, but not so soon I suppose.” She looks you up and down. “You know, you actually make the work look.” The smile she gives you is a warm one, and you can tell she’s being genuine. “Thanks.” “Don’t mention it. I suppose there’s no point in me trying to get money from you anymore, is there? People can see what you are just from looking at you now. Well, I suppose they don’t know you wear a butt plug, but hey, maybe not everything needs to be exposed.” She leans in and gives you a hug - maybe the first honest show of solidarity you’ve had since you were made to wear this skirt and blouse.\ <<elseif $Jen gt -2>>”So you finally decided to wear your sissyness out in the open, huh? I want to mock you for it, don’t get me wrong, I really do, but I guess I also respect you for it. It must take some real confidence.” “Thanks, I guess.” “Dammit. I suppose I can’t really blackmail you anymore, can I?” You laugh that that’s where her brain so quickly took her. “Oh well. Hopefully another boy will come to Farrix that I can blackmail into something. Let me know if you hear of anything!” She wanders off, evidently not too affected by no longer being able to extort you.\ <<else>>”Wow. You know, I was thinking about how pathetic someone could possibly look earlier, and here you are to answer my question. At least that’s something you’re useful for, on top of your money. Wait…dammit! I can’t extort you anymore, can I? If you’re gonna advertise that you’re a sissy this overtly, then my threats of exposure will be useless.” She groans. “Still, I’ll always be able to say I got some money from you, and you’ll always be my bitch because of it. Remember that!” She wanders off, murmuring under her breath some incoherent something somethings.<</if>> [[12-1c<-Continue]]

<<set $H to $H + 1>>\ <<set $L to $L + 1>>\ <<set $FootFetish to $FootFetish + 1>>\ Today, <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>>feels like her heels could do with a touch up, with the medium of cleaning being your tongue, so you crouch into position in the alcove beneath her desk. The ground isn’t comfortable, but she slides her chair in to entomb you in your submissive position, and her awaiting heels are dangling under your nose like an oncoming sneeze. She moves her shoe to your lips, giving you a small taste. You begin by sucking on the tip of them, trying to engulf it like you were speed running eating ice cream. The display could only be more pathetic if the shoes were open toed. Wetting your appetite, you continue on by sliding your tongue on the curved surface. Even in the dark alcove you’re stuck in, you can see the shoes reflecting from its saliva coating. Despite it being an objectively demeaning act, you continue shining her black high heels, while she types away at her computer. When she switches positions, you change your attention to the alternate shoe. [img[Images/Gray Upskirt.jpg]] Any thoughts of looking up are dismissed in favor of continuing your task like a steadfast steward. You have to move your neck a lot to reach the rest of the shoe, but you’re so committed to the task that you do it. After the toe, you make your way up the main body of the shoe, working the part closest to her actual heel, before teasing yourself by cleaning the stiletto. Its phallic shape makes it the most demeaning part, but you find yourself enjoying it the most. Then, you get onto something noticeably more disgusting: the underside of the heels. Thankfully, <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>>doesn’t make it a habit to go dancing in mud prior to coming to Farrix. In fact, she cares far too much about her expensive heels to even walk tentatively on grass, but still, the shoes are naturally going to accumulate grime when they make contact with the floor, and so you swipe at the black specks of dirt, ignoring knaving thoughts that you shouldn’t be doing this. You can’t get the bottom shiny thanks to its material, but you can get it certifiably clean. So clean in fact, that when your teacher has had enough of your tongue scouring, she looks genuinely impressed, and dismisses you with a smile.

<<if $M gte 60>><<set $H to $H + 1, $M to $M - 60>><</if>>\ Today, <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>>demands you tidy up her classroom, which is more than prone to messes. Your teacher insists she is too busy for such a menial task, and while Farrix does have cleaners, they don’t care to do the type of things <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>>wants you to do. To begin your dull chore, you\ <<if $DetentionTidy.Word1 is 0>>[[12-3 Detention<-organize][$DetentionTidy.Word1 to 1, $M to $M + 5]]<<else>>organize<</if>>\ all the text books on the bookshelves by\ <<if $DetentionTidy.Word2 is 0>>[[12-3 Detention<-alphabetizing][$DetentionTidy.Word2 to 1, $M to $M + 5]]<<else>>alphabetizing<</if>>\ them. Then, you\ <<if $DetentionTidy.Word3 is 0>>[[12-3 Detention<-gather][$DetentionTidy.Word3 to 1, $M to $M + 5]]<<else>>gather<</if>>\ all the hundreds of stapled together collections of paper that she hands to students at the start of lessons. You don’t dare ask if they’re all worth keeping or not, so decide yourself based on the contents of the pamphlets. More than a few have doodles on, none of which seem to paint your teacher in the nicest manner. After\ <<if $DetentionTidy.Word4 is 0>>[[12-3 Detention<-tossing][$DetentionTidy.Word4 to 1, $M to $M + 5]]<<else>>tossing<</if>>\ them, you move onto the stationary on your teacher’s desk. There’s a dozen pencils, all of which you\ <<if $DetentionTidy.Word5 is 0>>[[12-3 Detention<-sharpen][$DetentionTidy.Word5 to 1, $M to $M + 5]]<<else>>sharpen<</if>>\ to a crisp point. Similarly, you\ <<if $DetentionTidy.Word6 is 0>>[[12-3 Detention<-discard][$DetentionTidy.Word6 to 1, $M to $M + 5]]<<else>>discard<</if>>\ all the pens which seem to have been long since dried of ink. After that, <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>> wants you to do the things that the cleaners deliberately neglect - the hard tasks, and the gross tasks. You\ <<if $DetentionTidy.Word7 is 0>>[[12-3 Detention<-climb][$DetentionTidy.Word7 to 1, $M to $M + 5]]<<else>>climb<</if>> on top of chairs to dust hard to reach areas, precariously\ <<if $DetentionTidy.Word8 is 0>>[[12-3 Detention<-leaning][$DetentionTidy.Word8 to 1, $M to $M + 5]]<<else>>leaning<</if>>\ over to reach more. With your short skirt, your teacher certainly has an easy view of your panties. Of course, she gets to view them every morning anyway, but it’s particularly embarrassing as you’re going about these mundane tasks. After that, she has you\ <<if $DetentionTidy.Word9 is 0>>[[12-3 Detention<-clean][$DetentionTidy.Word9 to 1, $M to $M + 5]]<<else>>clean<</if>> the student’s desks, which involves a bucket of soapy water and a sponge. Even though you both know it’s impossible to remove the permanent marker from the wooden surface, she insists you do it anyway. And you have to do that for the 25 tables. But it gets even more demeaning still. On your hands and knees, she insists you\ <<if $DetentionTidy.Word10 is 0>>[[12-3 Detention<-crawl][$DetentionTidy.Word10 to 1, $M to $M + 5]]<<else>>crawl<</if>> under all the desks, and\ <<if $DetentionTidy.Word11 is 0>>[[12-3 Detention<-cleanse][$DetentionTidy.Word11 to 1, $M to $M + 5]]<<else>>cleanse<</if>> the bottom too. Not just to\ <<if $DetentionTidy.Word12 is 0>>[[12-3 Detention<-remove][$DetentionTidy.Word12 to 1, $M to $M + 5]]<<else>>remove<</if>> the doodles, but also the chewing gum students stick underneath. It’s a gross assignment, and the cleaning gloves your teacher provided in a rare display of generosity are the only thing making it tolerable. <<if $M is 60 and $GrayBestie is 1 or $H is 17 and $DetentionTidy.Word1 is 1 and $GrayBestie is 1>><<set $S to $S + 1>>The work takes several hours, and it’s more than straining on your body and brain, but you’re glad when it’s done, and $Gray2 dismisses you.\ <<elseif $M is 60 and $GrayBestie is 0 or $H is 17 and $DetentionTidy.Word1 is 1 and $GrayBestie is 0>><<set $S to $S + 1>>The work takes several hours, and it’s more than straining on your body and brain, but you’re glad when it’s done, and Miss $Gray dismisses you.<</if>>

<<set $H to $H + 1>>\ Today, <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>>opts for a punishment more traditional, though certainly not typical. Indeed, before you met <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>>you would have put certain money on the fact you would never be spanked by a teacher, and yet here you are. In fact, as far as her punishments go, some slaps, or maybe some tool assisted strikes to the rear, is quite tame for her standards. You dutifully unzip your skirt, letting it drop silently to the floor, followed by your underwear, before leaning over a desk to await your spanking. You manage to surprise yourself with how casually you prepare for what is sure to be a painful ordeal. Soon after, Miss $Gray has selected a tool from her closet to help in the punishment - and it’s one which sends your heartbeat from neutral to panicked. The flog in her hands is a sweet humiliating pink, and contrasts with the torture it’ll soon inflict on you. <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>”I’m sorry, $name . You know I’d rather not do this, but you’ve left me no choice.”<<else>>”After a hard day of work, I’m looking forward to unleashing some frustration on you.”<</if>> She doesn’t use the flog straight away, instead opting to use her hand for a crude warmup, like a musician practicing scales before jumping into the main songs. <<if $TimesSpanked lt 10>>Her initial slaps make you wince, and you’re sure your butt cheeks are quick to turn red, which must be satisfying for you teacher.<<elseif $TimesSpanked lt 20>>Her initial slaps startle you a little, but you manage to control your gasps.<<else>>Her initial slaps get little in the way of a reaction from you - not a wince, or a gasp, or even an acknowledgement of that much pain. You’ve been spanked by her enough times now that such an act doesn’t spark much fear.<</if>> [img[Images/P - Spanking.jpg]] When she decides it’s time to use the flog, <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 again apologizes, but reminds you who forced this into reality. <<else>>Miss $Gray playful twirls the weapon around in the air, the leather strips slicing through the air, creating a terrifying whisper barely audible, but it echoes in your ears as you anticipate the first hit. <</if>> [img[Images/P - Gray flog.jpg]] <<if $TimesSpanked lt 15>><<set $S to $S + 2>>”OWW!” “That was the first strike, sissy. You better quieten down, unless you want me to get the gag too.” Just the starting crack of the flog makes you feel like your ass cheeks are bleeding and that you’ve served the whole punishment in just that one hit - but you know your teacher isn’t nearly that nice. The only sign of kindness you observe from her is an alternating pattern of right, then left. That’s the only difference between you yelping between each hit, and you begging for her to stop, not that she would, even if you did get on your knees. The corporal punishment goes on for much longer than you can keep track of, with roughly a 30 second in between each hit, which allows you to dread the proceeding strike much more than you’d like to. “That’s enough sissy. You may leave and go home.” A smile immediately crosses your face, though you do lay down on the desk for an extra 5 minutes, recovering from the onslaught. Once you do get your breath, you feel your ass cheeks, and are pleasantly surprised at the lack of blood drawn. After that, you’re glad to put back on your clothes and flee the classroom, before your teacher finds another reason to punish you.\ \ <<elseif $TimesSpanked lt 30>><<set $S to $S + 1>>A gasp escapes your lips, though you manage to stifle it, hoping that the lack of reaction might get your teacher to stop sooner if she sees it’s limited effect. That’s a vain hope, of course, but hope is one of the few things that can get you through a Miss $Gray punishment. Well, that, and actually have experienced being spanked, which you can confidently say you have. She alternates her strikes on each butt cheek, each one urging you to scream more and more than the last. Even if they only hit your ass, the pain shivers throughout your entire body, but just when you’d consider yelping like you’ve desperately tried not to, your teacher decides it’s enough. Perhaps she did finally decide her onslaught wasn’t having the desired effect, or maybe she naturally decided the punishment was enough. It’s hard to tell, because you completely lost track of time leant over the desk. With her dismissal, you pull up your underwear and skirt, glad for the little modesty it gives you, and leave.\ \ <<else>>And it does hit, but you actually wonder if your domineering teacher was…going easy on you? But surely that can’t be the case. The only other explanation for its lack of effect would be that you’ve been spanked enough by now that you’ve grown to tolerate the pain, and reflecting on all those times, it’s probably that. Your teacher continues the corporal punishment, despite its obvious ineffectiveness, alternating from cheek to cheek. The pain from each does grow over the proceeding hour, but never enough for you to consider making a verbal expression of that pain. Smugly, you wonder what must be going through your teacher’s head. After exhausting the room’s display board reading material, you’re glad when the punishment is finally, and she allows you to leave.<</if>>

<<set $H to $H + 1>>\ Today, <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>> wants you to mark some work for her. And of course, if she wants it, she’ll get it. She hands you a stack of tests, and a sheet of the answers. <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>It’s annoying to see so much work that has to be done, but at least it’s less for $Gray2 to do, you figure. She seems rather stressed in general, so lessening her load isn’t the worst thing to have to do.<<else>>Such an assignment is grossly bad for a teacher to assign, but if you could complain about her actions, this detention would be quite far down the list.<</if>> Fortunately, the majority of the tests are multiple choice questions, which makes your job much easier. But even so, some students would rather scribble random drawings than take a guess. Not that you can’t empathize with them, but you would never draw the things these students, especially not on <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>> ‘s papers. If you ever drew her face on an Equus creature, <<if $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>she’d be castrating you in your sleep, or insisting the entirety of your room be painted pink.<<else>>who knows what direction her training would run off in next, and you’re certainly not curious enough to find out.<</if>> [img[Images/Gray Tests.jpg]] Once you reach the essay questions however, you can see why teachers must hate them more than students do. Deciphering other people’s handwriting is a task not far from impossible. You’re glad some students were so resigned that they didn’t even attempt to answer, but you loathe the brainiacs who wrote so much they needed extra paper. <<if $Home is 1>>Sadly, you don’t come across $Ash ‘s paper. A chance to take her marks down a bit would be worthwhile.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Devastatingly, you don’t come across Mistress $Ash ‘s paper. Any chance to hear her words, be they verbal or written, is always appreciated.<<else>>Curiously, you don’t come across $Ash ‘s paper. But even if you did, you’re not sure if it'd be good to be harsher or more lenient. She certainly could do with taking a break, but it’d also be nice to get a measure of revenge for everything she’s done.<</if>> The work takes several hours, and it’s taxing on your brain, so you’re relieved when <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>> decides you’ve done enough, and dismisses you.

<<set $H to $H + 1>>\ <<set $FootFetish to $FootFetish + 1>>\ Today, <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>>demands something rather tame. While still slightly humiliating, a foot massage doesn’t quite sting as much as some of her past punishments. You get into position beneath her desk, and delicately unsheathe her feet from their expensive high heels, exposing her dainty feminine feet encased in sheer hosiery. “Be careful, sissy. If I get a rip in my stockings, you’ll be paying for it!” <<if $House gt 2>> //I buy them anyway//<</if>> You have to walk a delicate balance in trying to figure if your hands are healing her or hurting her. If you press too gently, you’ll have no effect, but rub too hard, and she’ll complain that you’re doing a bad job. Surprisingly quickly, though, you manage to find a good rhythm that seems to have the intended effect. [img[Images/Gray Upskirt.jpg]] The more you work your magic, the more you realize that this isn’t really a detention for you - it's more a reprieve for Miss $Gray . She constantly wears exclusively the highest of heels, both because she thinks it’s the most appropriate option, but also because she wants to set an example for you. No wonder she has knots in her feet. And with how late you’ve seen her stay on weekdays, the only time she could get an actual, professional massage would be on weekends<<if $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>, and she’s busy on those training you anyway.<<else>>.<</if>> For the following hour, you dutifully massage her feet, swapping back and forth every few minutes or so. Curiously, you actually find the act strangely meditative. In fact, you wouldn’t mind helping her out like this again. Sadly though, the hour does come to an end, and you carefully place her feet back in their torturous prisons called heels before being dismissed.

<<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<include [[Chapter 4 Class]]>> <<if $Day3 is 1>>[[SC Overhear<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[12-3 Ash<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[12-3 Gray<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 12>>\ <<if $ExposeAsh is 0>>You arrive in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray , nervously awaiting your lunchtime training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 0>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 1>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of $Gray2 the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.<</if>> “I hope you’re ready to have your mouth stuffed.” Your teacher walks out from behind her desk. She’s still dressed in her usual sultry attire, but over her tight pencil dress is a black leather belt hoisting up an intimidatingly sized plastic cock. [img[Images/P - Gray strap on skirt.jpg]] <<if $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 0>>She walks over to you and $Ash , and she demands you both kneel down to get ready for an hour of throat fucking. “I think I’ll start with you, my favorite toy.” She stands in front of you first, and orders your lips to envelop the head of the girthy cock. You comply as the tip enters your mouth. You suckle on the head of it, lubricating it with your wet mouth while encircling the rest with your tongue, tickling the hole of the dick with it, while also flicking it over the frenulum, like it were fingers over a guitar. “Good slut.” Miss $Gray pulls away. “Now, for the bimbo.” She slowly strolls in front of $Ash , who shows no emotion one way or the other over being told to lubricate the rest of the dildo. Silently, she drools over the rest of the cock, and takes parts of it in her mouth, lubricating it further. From the side of it, she puts her mouth around the dick, almost like she was eating corn. Even though she doesn’t seem to care about it, $Ash is a bonafide expert at sucking cock, even at this stage which is only barely past foreplay. If Miss $Gray ‘s cock were real, you’re sure she’d be moaning in pleasure. “Good slut. Now it’s your turn again, $name . This is your chance to show off just how good you are at sucking cock.”\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 1>>She walks over to you and $Ash , and she demands you both kneel down to get ready for an hour of throat fucking. “I think I’ll start with you, the airhead bimbo.” $Gray2 stands in front of your friend, and orders her to take the head of the cock into her mouth. She silently complies. You figure that your teacher is only starting with her because of her relationship with you and her hatred of $Ash . While you ponder this, your kneeling friend has teased the hell out of the cock, and the tip of it is glistening with saliva under the fluorescent lights. “Now, the sissy’s turn.” $Gray2 pulls out and slowly wanders over to you, letting the head of the dick now rest at your lips. Looking up, you see that she is looking right into your eyes, trying to encourage you, but maybe there’s also an apology somewhere in there for making you do this. “Get the rest of it nice and wet.” As compliantly as $Ash did, you obediently go about your task. First, you drool over the dildo, lubricating the shaft. To spread the spit around, you lick back and forth, upwards and downwards on the shaft. You take sections of it into your mouth, and suck the phallus as best you can. It’s hard to know if you did well, but $Gray2 doesn’t complain, and soon enough, she returns to standing in front of $Ash . “Come on, whore. Give me the best you’ve got.” A little more hesitant this time, $Ash still does as she’s told. You watch as the cock head disappears into her mouth, then the shaft, and then the base of it. It’s incredible to watch it up close like this, and she shows no signs of struggling. She doesn’t cough or choke or gag, she just keeps going up and down on the plastic cock, showing off her plentiful skills. And though your teacher can’t feel the dick, if she could, you imagine she would be moaning in pleasure right now. Instead, however, the main thing $Gray2 looks to feel is annoyance. Presumably, she wanted $Ash to suffer, but her talent at sucking cock precludes that. Very quickly, your teacher returns to you. “Now, it’s your turn, sissy. Show me how good you are at sucking cock.”\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 0>>She slowly meanders over to you, before demanding you get on your knees. When you do, the hard cock’s hole is pointed right at your lips. “Firstly, suck the head. Tease him a little.” With a little hesitance, you do as you’re told, taking the dry tip into your wet mouth, and circling the head of the knob with your tongue. After a couple of minutes, Miss $Gray seems satisfied, or perhaps bored. “Good. Now, lubricate the rest of it from the side.” Encouraged from the minor compliment, you swivel your neck so that your head is at a better angle to suck the cock. You drool over it, and use your tongue to spread the saliva more thoroughly. You suck parts of it selectively, as though you were eating corn. It doesn’t take long before Miss $Gray decides you’re done again. She pulls out, and looks down on you menacingly. “Good job, but that means nothing if you can’t actually take it. Show me how well you suck cock, sissy!”<</if>> [img[Images/Suck 1G.gif]] Like a well trained whore, you envelop the entire body of the hard cock in your mouth. The rim of the head plunges deep into your mouth, past your tongue and straight down your eager throat. It’s hard to take it all at first, but your dominant Mistress gives you no choice in it happening, and how aggressively it does either. In between the sloppy sounds of saliva slapping the silicone, your teacher yells encouragingly humiliating things at you, like “slut” and “cock hungry whore.” And even though the dildo isn’t the biggest in terms of length or girth, you’re certain it’s leaving a visible imprint in your throat. [img[Images/Suck 5G.gif]] It’s hard to tell how long the intense blowjob goes on for, but <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>>eventually decides you’ve had enough. Her sudden pulling out leaves you gasping for air. <<if $ExposeAsh is 1>>After that though, $Ash is in for an even rougher pounding. It’s clear that your teacher doesn’t consider the training of her as important as yours is, as she shoves the dick down her throat before $Ash can take a preemptive breath, and she doesn’t give intermittent words of encouragement either. Your teacher is trying to hurt $Ash , but her deep throat and desire to piss off her oral abuser means she won’t shed a tear.<</if>> <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>> takes off the strap on, tossing it onto the ground. She then returns to her desk, not uttering another word. <<if $ExposeAsh is 1>>$Ash and you simply sit there, still as rocks, unsure of what to do, but certain that leaving would enrage your teacher.<<else>>Unsure of what to do, you simply remain still.<</if>> When the hour comes to an end, your teacher acknowledges your presence once more, dismissing you. [[12-3d<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $SuckS to $SuckS + 1, $L to $L + 1]]

<<set $LipstickToilet = ["Don’t let $name near your boyfriend", "$name swallows", "$name kisses Miss $Gray ‘s ass", "$name licks $Ash ‘s feet", "$name ‘s asshole is looser than my pussy around Mr Hawt"]>>\ <<set $H to 12>>\ <<if $Home is 2>>Rather than have to spend another hour without her company, Mistress $Ash kindly sought you out so that she might train you to be a better sissy.<<else>>It’s lunch, which might mean a moment to relax, but $Ash has other plans.<</if>> She leads you by the hand to a disused toilet. <<if $JenLevel gt 3>>Even these deserted facilities still update the rare user about your sissy life, no doubt thanks to $Jen ‘s handiwork after you failed to hand her money. "<<print $LipstickToilet.random()>>" the biggest piece of lipstick art proclaims.<</if>> From her handbag, you watch as she pulls out a leather harness, along with a pink rubber dildo. She equips them both. “You need to get better at blowjobs sissy. For the next hour, you’re going to be gagging on this fake cock. You won’t stop, regardless of if we’re interrupted, you’re dehydrated, or you even want to vomit. Understand?” <<if $Home is 2>>You eagerly nod a Mistress $Ash ‘s commands. The dildo is inches away from your mouth, and you have to hold yourself back from sucking it immediately, since you can’t begin until your goddess lets you. The fact the phallus is pink only serves to encourage you, for some reason.<<else>>With little choice in the matter, you nod at her commands.<</if>> “Are you looking forward to being able to cum?” <<if $Home is 2>>”I’m not sure Mistress. Are you sure it would be appropriate?” Mistress laughs at your response. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Now, suck my cock!”<<else>>”Yes, $Ash , please let me cum!” “I’m still undecided. For now, I’ll let you keep sucking on my cock until I make up my mind. So what are you waiting for sissy? Start blowing me!”<</if>> [img[Images/Suck 1G.gif]] As commanded, you ravenously suck on the head of the dildo, until it’s sufficiently teased, before working your way up the rest of the cock. Your lips feel as the formerly dry surface is lubricated with your eager and plentiful saliva, until you can go from tip to base smoothly, gliding along it like a rolling marble. [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet suck 2.jpg]] After that, <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash commands you to start deepthroating, starting with holding the deepest part of the cock in your mouth for 30 seconds. It’s painful just 5 seconds in, and by 15 you want to back away, but a hard hand on the back of your head forces you to retain the dildo. Saliva shoots out by the side of the fake dick, and you can only compare the experience to drowning as you begin properly gagging. <<if $Home is 2>>When Mistress finally lets go and you can fall backwards, you can barely thank her for her gracious training whilst trying to get your breath back.<<else>>Just as you’re beginning to wonder if $Ash can for sure count to 30, she lets go and you get a short reprieve.<</if>> The break doesn’t last long, and by the end you’ve lost track of how many deepthroats you’ve held. It feels in the hundreds. [img[Images/Suck 5G.gif]] “You did good today sissy. Keep it up, and you might just get that orgasm.” She leaves after taking off the strap on. You leave shortly after, sure her lunchtime training has only just begun. <<if $Home is 2>>//Nevermind the orgasm, spending so much time alone with Mistress $Ash sounds great!// Indeed, you already feel calmer just being around, though hornier as well. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S - 1, $L to $L + 2]]\ <<else>>While her oral training may not be the lunchtime action you were hoping for, a rare orgasm is something worth almost anything for. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<if $Home is 1>>The other students file in around you, most notably, your trainer and one of your keyholders, $Ash .\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>$Ash and you sit and wait while the other students file in around you. You can’t imagine how hellish it would be if there weren’t anyone but you two to face Miss $Gray ‘s wrath.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>Your eyes are locked on the door like you’re an eager bird watcher, seeking the beautiful creature that would light up your day by their presence. For you, that delightful moment arrives when Mistress $Ash walks into the classroom, sitting next to you, instantly filling you with joy.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>$Ash and you sit and wait while the other students file in around you. Whilst you're waiting, $Gray2 smiles at you, encouraging you for the day ahead. You do the best you can for the woman who has the responsibility of feminizing you.<</if>> [img[Images/Desk Ash.jpg]] The lesson soon begins. <<if $Home is 1>>Seeing Miss $Gray not at home is now rarer than it is seeing her at school, which still feels bizarre to consider. Maybe because of that, she doesn’t seem to pay much attention to you. Perhaps she’s as bored with you as you’re frustrated at spending time with her.\ <<elseif $Home isnot 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>With Miss $Gray now back in charge of your chastity cage, she seems to take it much more importantly that she challenges you as much as she can throughout the lesson. She’s asking you twice as many questions as she is the person who she asks the second most (which just so happens to be $Ash ). Just as $Ash said you two must, though, she poses as the model student, answering quickly when called upon and completing work dutifully.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>><<set $S to $S - 2>>Seeing Miss $Gray not at home is now rarer than it is seeing her at school, which still feels bizarre to consider. Maybe because of that, she doesn’t seem to pay much attention to you. Perhaps she’s as bored with you as you’re frustrated at spending time with her. Thoughts of Miss $Gray are annoying, though, since you’d much rather be thinking about the goddess right next to you. Being around Mistress $Ash , even when you’re forbidden from talking to her, is like nirvana for a submissive slave like yourself. Even more irritating than the thought of Miss $Gray knaving you from dreams of your queen, is when she takes a more deliberate approach of separating you from Mistress, which she enforces by demanding you stop looking towards her.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>With Miss $Gray now back in charge of your chastity cage, she seems to take it much more importantly that she challenges you as much as she can throughout the lesson. She’s asking you twice as many questions as she is the person who she asks the second most (which just so happens to be $Ash .) Just as $Ash said you two must, though, she poses as the model student, answering quickly when called upon and completing work dutifully.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>Likely thanks to your transformed relationship with her, $Gray2 barely bothers you through the class. It seems she knows feminizing you is taxing enough without giving you the further stress of a torrent of questions. Besides, she did admit to giving you far better grades than you deserve. All this isn’t to say she extends the same favor to $Ash , who she practically bullies with questions for an hour. To her credit, she does as she said you must. $Ash fulfills the role of a perfect student well. She answers every question with an almost obsessive level of detail. Having close relationships with both women is a complex situation to be in, especially when they both seem intent on screwing the other one over. A day may come when you have to truly decide between them, unless a third option presents itself.\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1>>Likely thanks to your transformed relationship with her, $Gray2 barely bothers you through the class. It seems she knows feminizing you is taxing enough without giving you the further stress of a torrent of questions. Besides, she did admit to giving you far better grades than you deserve. All this isn’t to say she extends the same favor to $Ash , who she practically bullies with questions for an hour. Without the threat of $Ash ‘s ire, you’re free to enjoy it from the next desk over.<</if>> <<if $CK[2] is 3>> Flats are the expected choice in footwear for a student like you, so there's no inhibitions to be had about playing with them. [img[Images/Flats PlayG.gif]]\ <<elseif $CK[2] is 5>> It's inevitable during the lesson that you'll unsheath your feet from the heels propping them up. After letting them dangle on your toes for a while, you have to reach down to fix them. [img[Images/Heels PlayG.gif]]<</if>> <<if $HeelSurg is 1 and $CK[2] is 3>><<set $S to $S + 1>>The lack of high heels propping up your feet is already causing great distress in your legs. <</if>><<if $ButtPlugA is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>>The butt plug occupying your rear leaves your mind racing with dirty thoughts. <</if>><<if $Boobs gt 5 and $Bra is 0>><<set $S to $S + 1>>Your prominent boobs do bother you. You're both worried about your nipples blushing over being stared at, and your budding breasts having no support. At this size, they really require it. <</if>> <<if $L gt 8 and $BlackmailVibrator is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>>It’s inevitable with how horny you are, that your mind, and your eyes, will wander. When they do rest on the bodies of your peers, a not quite pleasant vibration shoots through your chastity cage. It serves to stop you looking at the other students, but not for long. After several jolts over the period, you’re left even hornier.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home isnot 2 and $GrayBestie is 0>>During the lesson, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes wander to the other students in the class. Miss $Gray seems to have noticed, as a subtle scowls goes your way.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 2 and $AshMistress is 1>>With how horny you are, you could very easily let your eyes wander to the other students, but when Mistress $Ash is around, you only have eyes for her.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 2 and $JenMistress is 1>>With Mistress $Jen nowhere in sight, there’s no shame in perving on the other girls in the class.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $GrayBestie is 1>>During the lesson, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes wander to the other students in the class. If $Gray2 notices, she doesn’t seem to care.\ <<elseif $L lt 9 and $Home isnot 2>>You manage to pay attention during the lesson, taking notes and listening diligently.\ <<elseif $L lt 9 and $Home is 2>>With Mistress $Ash next to you, it’s hard to do anything productive during the lesson.<</if>> <<if $Home gte 3>>[[13-2 Gray<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>[[13-2 Ash<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 12>>\ <<if $ExposeAsh is 0>>You arrive in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray , nervously awaiting your lunchtime training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 0>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 1>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of $Gray2 the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.<</if>> “I hope you’re ready to have your mouth stuffed.” Your teacher walks out from behind her desk. She’s still dressed in her usual sultry attire, but over her tight pencil dress is a black leather belt hoisting up an intimidatingly sized plastic cock. [img[Images/P - Gray strap on skirt.jpg]] <<if $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>She walks over to you and $Ash , and she demands you both kneel down to get ready for an hour of throat fucking. “I think I’ll start with you, my favorite toy.” She stands in front of you first, and orders your lips to envelop the head of the girthy cock. You comply as the tip enters your mouth. You suckle on the head of it, lubricating it with your wet mouth while encircling the rest with your tongue, tickling the hole of the dick with it, while also flicking it over the frenulum, like it were fingers over a guitar. “Good slut.” Miss $Gray pulls away. “Now, for the bimbo.” She slowly strolls in front of $Ash , who shows no emotion one way or the other over being told to lubricate the rest of the dildo. Silently, she drools over the rest of the cock, and takes parts of it in her mouth, lubricating it further. From the side of it, she puts her mouth around the dick, almost like she was eating corn. Even though she doesn’t seem to care about it, $Ash is a bonafide expert at sucking cock, even at this stage which is only barely past foreplay. If Miss $Gray ‘s cock were real, you’re sure she’d be moaning in pleasure. “Good slut. Now it’s your turn again, $name . This is your chance to show off just how good you are at sucking cock.”\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>She walks over to you and $Ash , and she demands you both kneel down to get ready for an hour of throat fucking. “I think I’ll start with you, the airhead bimbo.” $Gray2 stands in front of your friend, and orders her to take the head of the cock into her mouth. She silently complies. You figure that your teacher is only starting with her because of her relationship with you and her hatred of $Ash . While you ponder this, your kneeling friend has teased the hell out of the cock, and the tip of it is glistening with saliva under the fluorescent lights. “Now, the sissy’s turn.” $Gray2 pulls out and slowly wanders over to you, letting the head of the dick now rest at your lips. Looking up, you see that she is looking right into your eyes, trying to encourage you, but maybe there’s also an apology somewhere in there for making you do this. “Get the rest of it nice and wet.” As compliantly as $Ash did, you obediently go about your task. First, you drool over the dildo, lubricating the shaft. To spread the spit around, you lick back and forth, upwards and downwards on the shaft. You take sections of it into your mouth, and suck the phallus as best you can. It’s hard to know if you did well, but $Gray2 doesn’t complain, and soon enough, she returns to standing in front of $Ash . “Come on, whore. Give me the best you’ve got.” A little more hesitant this time, $Ash still does as she’s told. You watch as the cock head disappears into her mouth, then the shaft, and then the base of it. It’s incredible to watch it up close like this, and she shows no signs of struggling. She doesn’t cough or choke or gag, she just keeps going up and down on the plastic cock, showing off her plentiful skills. And though your teacher can’t feel the dick, if she could, you imagine she would be moaning in pleasure right now. Instead, however, the main thing $Gray2 looks to feel is annoyance. Presumably, she wanted $Ash to suffer, but her talent at sucking cock precludes that. Very quickly, your teacher returns to you. “Now, it’s your turn, sissy. Show me how good you are at sucking cock.”\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>She slowly meanders over to you, before demanding you get on your knees. When you do, the hard cock’s hole is pointed right at your lips. “Firstly, suck the head. Tease him a little.” With a little hesitance, you do as you’re told, taking the dry tip into your wet mouth, and circling the head of the knob with your tongue. After a couple of minutes, Miss $Gray seems satisfied, or perhaps bored. “Good. Now, lubricate the rest of it from the side.” Encouraged from the minor compliment, you swivel your neck so that your head is at a better angle to suck the cock. You drool over it, and use your tongue to spread the saliva more thoroughly. You suck parts of it selectively, as though you were eating corn. It doesn’t take long before Miss $Gray decides you’re done again. She pulls out, and looks down on you menacingly. “Good job, but that means nothing if you can’t actually take it. Show me how well you suck cock, sissy!”<</if>> [img[Images/Suck 1G.gif]] Like a well trained whore, you envelop the entire body of the hard cock in your mouth. The rim of the head plunges deep into your mouth, past your tongue and straight down your eager throat. It’s hard to take it all at first, but your dominant Mistress gives you no choice in it happening, and how aggressively it does either. In between the sloppy sounds of saliva slapping the silicone, your teacher yells encouragingly humiliating things at you, like “slut” and “cock hungry whore.” And even though the dildo isn’t the biggest in terms of length or girth, you’re certain it’s leaving a visible imprint in your throat. [img[Images/Suck 5G.gif]] It’s hard to tell how long the intense blowjob goes on for, but <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>>eventually decides you’ve had enough. Her sudden pulling out leaves you gasping for air. <<if $Home is 4>>After that though, $Ash is in for an even rougher pounding. It’s clear that your teacher doesn’t consider the training of her as important as yours is, as she shoves the dick down her throat before $Ash can take a preemptive breath, and she doesn’t give intermittent words of encouragement either. Your teacher is trying to hurt $Ash , but her deep throat and desire to piss off her oral abuser means she won’t shed a tear.<</if>> <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>> takes off the strap on, tossing it onto the ground. \ <<if $ExposeAsh is 1>>“You two have come a long way in the past week. If I had more time to work with, I’d love to use bigger dildos. How proud I’d be seeing a 12 incher disappear down both your throats. Sadly, the stamina and deepthroating skills you’ve developed in the past week will have to be enough. Tomorrow, our training advances.”\ <<else>>"Your oral skills have come a long way in the past week. As much as I'd love to ween you onto longer and girthier cocks, it's time to move to the next step in your training. Tomorrow, our training advances."<</if>> With that ominous warning, she dismisses you. [[12-3d<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $SuckS to $SuckS + 1, $L to $L + 1]]

<<set $LipstickToilet = ["Don’t let $name near your boyfriend", "$name swallows", "$name kisses Miss $Gray ‘s ass", "$name licks $Ash ‘s feet", "$name ‘s asshole is looser than my pussy around Mr Hawt"]>>\ <<set $H to 12>>\ <<if $Home is 2>>Rather than have to spend another hour without her company, Mistress $Ash kindly sought you out so that she might train you to be a better sissy.<<else>>It’s lunch, which might mean a moment to relax, but $Ash has other plans.<</if>> She leads you by the hand to a disused toilet. <<if $JenLevel gt 3>>Even these deserted facilities still update the rare user about your sissy life, no doubt thanks to $Jen ‘s handiwork after you failed to hand her money. "<<print $LipstickToilet.random()>>" the biggest piece of lipstick art proclaims.<</if>> “You’ve given me blowjobs for a week now, and I think we’re ready to move on to the next stage in your sissy training.” <<if $Home is 1>>//Wait a minute, what about my orgasm?// [[13-2 Ash Beg<-Beg for an orgasm]] [[13-2 No Beg<-Forget about your orgasm]]\ <<elseif $L gt 8>>//Wait…didn’t she promise me an orgasm?// [[13-2 Ash Beg<-Beg for an orgasm]] [[13-2 No Beg<-Forget about your orgasm]]\ <<else>>//Wasn’t there something else she talked about…ahh, I can’t remember things like that when Mistress $Ash is around// [[13-2 No Beg<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<if $Home is 1>>”But what about my orgasm?” “Hmm, well I never did promise you one…but you have impressed.” “Please Mistress.” You think of what else she’d like to hear from you - admissions of your love for the plastic cock she’s forced you to suck, or how you live for being at her feet. “It’s my favorite thing when you treat me like this…on my knees, doing anything for your penis…I’d love to keep doing it. But I’d be even more enthusiastic if you let me have an orgasm, just this once, Mistress.” You hope your puppy eyes are getting through to her, though it does seem like she’s taking lessons from Miss $Gray in how to be a more impartial Mistress, at least based on her indifferent expression. “Well, I suppose I would like to see you be even more eager, if it were possible. I suppose one little cummy for my little sissy won’t hurt, will it?” “Thank you Mistress!” “But that’s if you can manage to cum.” You’re confused, and try to figure out what she means. If anything, you have a problem of cumming too quickly when you have a hand jerking you off. “What do you mean?” “Did you know that it's possible to orgasm purely from giving a blowjob? Isn’t that so exciting! I would never have been able to from your little clitty - not only because it’s so small, but because I really only gave you them as encouragement. But I think for a whore in training like you, being able to cum from giving head would be an incredible skill, don’t you agree?” “So, you’re not even going to unlock my cage?” Her stoic expression breaks out amidst an uproarious laughter, and she wipes at her eyes to remove amused tears. “Has being in that cage for this long really turned you to hysteria? No, I’m definitely not removing your cage, but thanks for the laugh. You’ll only get to cum if you give me some good head, and only if you’re horny enough, else you could never get to the point where you’d be able to orgasm. Now, let’s give it a try.” She equips the familiar harness and dildo, whilst you stay, disappointed, yet somehow hopeful, on the floor. //If there’s a way to orgasm just from giving a blowjob, I need to try//\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>”But Mistress, if I may, I believe you suggested that if I impressed you, that you’d let me cum.” “That is true, sissy, I had said that. But let me think if you really deserve to.” She genuinely reflects on your proposition of a rare orgasm, and while she does, your desperation to be allowed to release your seed leads you to some bizarre thoughts. Rather than thinking “please let me cum Mistress”, you consider other, dastardly thoughts, like “I don’t care who you are, you better take this cage off and let me cum!” Such disrespectful ideas send shivers down your spine, and you’re glad your goddess can’t overhear your rare divergent brainwave. “Well, I suppose there’s no harm in one tiny little cummy, is there?” “Thank you Mistress, you’re so kind!” “I know, sissy, but don’t expect it to be one of your old, hand-jerked orgasms. That adorable thing is staying where it belongs. The only way you get to cum is through oral stimulation.” You hesitate to question your Mistress at all, but something about releasing your load brings back something from your old self. “Is that really possible?” “Of course it is! You just have to be really into it, is all. I could have never got there sucking on your clitty, but if you really wanted to cum, my hard dildo could make you see stars.”<</if>> <<if $Home is 1 and $L lt 9>>Ferociously, as if forcing an orgasm from yourself just by the display of vigor, you envelop the dildo with your mouth, skipping over the foreplay entirely. You struggle at first because of the lack of warmup, but the potential reward allows you to ignore your gag reflex, taking down the dildo as far as it can go. You’re even somewhat annoyed at how small you’re now finding the dildo. Were it longer, you’d probably have an easier time making it to orgasm. Now that you know it’s possible to cum like this, you can actually feel yourself getting closer to the edge. That realization pushes you further, and you drive your head into the dildo more violently, and $Ash almost seems surprised at the dedication on display. But no matter how much saliva is dropped from your eagerly sucking lips, that orgasm remains like grasping smoke, or seeing behind you. It’s unattainable. An hour ago, you would not have thought it possible, but as it turns out, you’re just not horny enough. When the hour is up and your load is still unsplurged, $Ash ‘s laughter feels like nails on a chalkboard. “Aww, I guess you just didn’t want it enough, huh? Well, that’s a shame; who knows when I’ll next let you orgasm?” She takes off the harness and meanders out, her cruel giggles still echoing in your head. $Ash is certainly not above lying, but are you really sure she was telling the truth when she claimed an orgasm through just giving head alone was possible? It feels like a cruel joke on her part, because you had enough encouragement and incentive to orgasm, yet it was still unachievable. You’ve heard before about how much it takes for a woman to cum, but for a sissy like you, it’s like finding light in a black hole. It takes you a while to recover, and you fondly reminisce on the times when cumming was a quick, 2 minute job followed by a big amount of bliss and a small amount of shame. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 2]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 and $L gt 8>>Ferociously, as if forcing an orgasm from yourself just by the display of vigor, you envelop the dildo with your mouth, skipping over the foreplay entirely. You struggle at first because of the lack of warmup, but the potential reward allows you to ignore your gag reflex, taking down the dildo as far as it can go. You’re even somewhat annoyed at how small you’re now finding the dildo. Were it longer, you’d probably have an easier time making it to orgasm. Now that you know it’s possible to cum like this, you can actually feel yourself getting closer to the edge. That realization pushes you further, and you drive your head into the dildo more violently, and $Ash almost seems surprised at the dedication on display. The orgasm remains just on the horizon, until… “Aww, looks like you actually managed to do it!” You’re taking deeper breaths and slowing down the sucking in the wake of your orgasm. You lift up your skirt and check your panties to confirm that there’s a puddle of jizz inside them, fresh from your locked up clitty. The orgasm was great - the toe curling, vertigo causing explosion of lust that you’ve heard discussed in romance novels, and you feel a strange amount of pride that you managed that only from giving head. Yet, despite it being stronger than any uncaged ejaculation you’ve experienced, you still feel sexual desire stirring inside you. It seems a sissy is doomed to perpetual horniness, with not even an orgasm providing relief. You lament your new life while $Ash takes off the harness and dildo. “I hope you enjoyed that sissy, because who knows when I’ll next let you have one?” She strokes your head for a moment, seeing how the orgasm has rocked you, before strolling out. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S - 3, $L to 2, $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash equips the harness and plastic cock, and you don’t need another word uttered to encourage you to begin - the thought of orgasming is enough. You ferociously go at the dildo, ignoring your gag reflex like a phone call, so eager to cum that you betray your own body. And while you suck the dildo, you’re in a completely dichotomous state of mind. On the one hand, you’re glad to be pleasing Mistress $Ash in any way. It doesn’t matter if you were serving her tea or sucking off a dozen guys in a gym locker room - if she wanted you to and it gives her satisfaction, that’s all the motivation you need. Her allowing you to attempt to cum right now is a display of unearned mercy from her. But on the other hand, you feel your animal instincts coming to the surface. A much more genuine you is approaching - one not deluded into submission by hypnotic words and ceaseless spirals. //Thank you for letting me cum Mistress!// //I hate you, $Ash . I’ll never forgive you for doing this to me!// //You’re so generous!// //You’re so manipulative!// //You’re the light of my life!// //You’re the anchor dragging me down!// Cum erupts as well as it can in your penis’ containment. The orgasm is great, magnificent, probably one of the best you’ve ever had in your life. But better than the ejaculation, is the lifting of your goggles. For 2 weeks, it’s as though you’ve seen life through a hazy filter, with it being hard to concentrate on almost anything. The only thing you knew during that time is that you had a Mistress to serve. And now, your orgasm seems to have flushed away those feelings like it was a toxin forcing you into delusion. With the stationary dildo jammed between your teeth, you look up at the person behind it, to see, not a Goddess, but a human: a very much flesh and blood being deserving of the very opposite of praise. The manipulative witch you stand up to make eye contact with shudders at seeing the fury in your eyes. “You crazy bitch! I can’t believe what you did to me. You know I could never love you, so you hypnotized me to be your slave? You’re mad, just so mad and crazy and utterly insane.” “$name , I can explain, you see…” She doesn’t explain anything. She merely lifts her hand up to your eyes, and clicks. [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] Mistress $Ash is standing over you, and she helps you to your feet. “Thank you for letting me cum, Mistress. It must have been so good that I blacked out.” “Haha, yes, it was quite something, sissy. It’s good you enjoyed it, because I’m not sure when you’ll get permission again.” “Of course Mistress. I wouldn’t expect it if you didn’t think it was appropriate.” “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear, sissy.” [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to 0, $L to 2]]<</if>>

<<if $Home is 1>>For a reason you can’t be sure you won’t beat yourself up over later, you opt not to bring up your promised orgasm. “So what’s the next step in my “training?”” “I’m glad you asked, I think you’re going to enjoy it even more than I will. What’s next is the same dildo pounding that I gave you the past week, only in a different hole.” “You mean my…” “Yes, sissy. Every lunch for a while I’m going to be shoving my fake cock so far in your ass that the librarians will be visiting to tell you to keep it down!” “That’s…great…” “I’m glad you agree. Not only is it great training for all the dick you’ll be taking, but it’s also the most fun a whore like you can have. I mean, do you know how easy it is to cum from having something long and hard thrust into your oh so sensitive rear? If you’re horny enough, you could make it to orgasm everyday.” //Hooray// “But now that I’ve built up your excitement, I want all those nerves inside you to fester for a day. We can start tomorrow.” She leaves, letting just that happen to you. //Hey, at least it’s a chance to cum// [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S + 1]]\ <<else>>”So what’s the next step in my training, Mistress?” “I’m glad you asked, I think you’re going to enjoy it even more than I will. What’s next is the same dildo pounding that I gave you the past week, only in a different hole.” “You’re going to be fucking my ass? That’s great, I can’t wait to impress you with how well I can take it!” You’ve already stripped off your skirt and underwear, and are on all fours awaiting what should be nothing less than a holy experience. Mistress $Ash doesn’t begin though, and you look around, confused. She’s smiling at you, giggling too, clearly amused at how enthused you were to be taken by her. “I never said we were doing it today, silly sissy. We’ll begin tomorrow.” She strolls out, and you’re left devastated. Mistress $Ash was so willing to raise your hopes like that just to dash them, promising the goods tomorrow. Even if you’re glad to have made her laugh, you do hope she follows through on her promise. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S - 1, $L to $L + 1]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<include [[Chapter 4 Class]]>> <<if $Home gte 3>>[[13-3 Gray<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>[[13-3 Ash<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $AnalS to $AnalS + 1>>\ <<if $ExposeAsh is 0>>You arrive in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray , nervously awaiting your lunchtime training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 0>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 1>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of $Gray2 the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.<</if>> <<if $ExposeAsh is 1>>“Our oral training has been going along swimmingly, but I think it’s time to move on to something more challenging; something a couple of whores like you have been eagerly anticipating, I’m sure.”\ <<else>>“Our oral training has been going along swimmingly, but I think it’s time to move on to something more challenging; something a little butt slut like you has been eagerly anticipating, I’m sure.”<</if>> She waltzes out from behind her desk, her outfit, from her luxurious heels to her designer dress, normal as usual. The only thing different is the large strap-on she’s boasting. [img[Images/P - Gray strap on skirt.jpg]] <<if $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 1>>”Now, both of you, strip!” You’re no stranger to doing this in front of $Gray2 thanks to her daily inspection, and $Ash benignly follows suit. \ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 0>>”Now, both of you, strip!” You’re no stranger to doing this in front of Miss $Gray thanks to her daily inspection, and $Ash benignly follows suit. \ <<else>>”Now, strip!” You do as commanded. You’d almost find the order a little dull with how much you shed your clothes in front of Miss $Gray were your mind not more focused on the huge plastic cock dangling mere feet from your face.<</if>> <<if $ButtPlug is 1>> ”You won’t be needing this.” A violent jostle from your rear sends your faux calmness flying out the window as your teacher yanks the butt plug occupying your asshole out. You silently curse her for doing it without any warning, but at least your butt will handle the upcoming penetration from a much more active toy much better.<</if>> <<if $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 1>>”Of course, we can’t start without any warm up, can we? Well, I suppose we could, but that’s a lesson for another day. Since you two are locked in chastity together, why don’t you rev each other’s engines a little?” $Gray2 stands eagerly there, observing as you and $Ash look at each other. She gives you an encouraging nod, and you know what you have to do. “You can go first” $Ash whispers to you, turning around and leaning over. Evening in such a humiliating pose, she tries to maintain a calm air about her, hoping that it’ll annoy your teacher. You can’t be sure, but that confidence does bleed its way into how you’re acting now, and you’re glad for that. You suck on your index finger, lubricating it well so that it goes in smoother for $Ash ‘s sake. Not really that you care so much for it being easy for her, but if you don’t show her much tenderness, you know she won’t when it’s your turn to have your asshole fingered. The hole in her chastity belt for acts such as this helps make a clear bulls eye around your target, and you slowly press your finger against her asshole gently, before applying some pressure. Your digit goes in pleasantly smoothly. You know from reading her diary that $Ash doesn’t have an extensive or rich history of having boyfriend, at least for that long, so the ease of it can clearly be attributed to some anal masturbation, a prospect which turns you on, and that’s on top of how turned on you feel by being inside a woman in such an intimate way. In fact, this is the most physically intimate you’ve ever been with someone. Sure, the moment’s slightly tainted by the circumstance, but you’re still strangely proud of yourself. You rhythmically start thrusting your finger inside of her anus, and you quickly zone out imagining your penis wasn’t stuck inside a cage, but rather where your finger is right now. “That’s enough, $name . $Ash is clearly a more advanced slut, and doesn’t need as much…foreplay. Swap places.” Regrettably, you follow $Gray2 ‘s orders, and await being on the receiving end. Even despite how nice you were, $Ash immediately doesn’t show that same generosity. Her hardly lubed up finger goes in with little for you to anticipate it, and it thrusts further and faster than yours did. That’s when you remember her forever grudge against you. Since you ratted her out to your teacher, if she has a chance to be rough with you, she’ll take it. It doesn’t matter much the reason anyway - if you brought up her harshness to her, she’d merely say she wanted you to be ready for $Gray2 , who’d show even less mercy, which probably isn’t true thanks to your unique relationship with your teacher, though that’s something you’ve yet to make clear to $Ash . “Okay, that’s enough preparation. It’s time for the real thing.” $Gray2 reflects for a moment, deciding something. “$Ash , you’ll go first.” She has your “girlfriend” lean over a table, perfectly positioning her ass for your teacher’s dildo. It’s strange to you that $Gray2 would prefer to fuck $Ash first, but you evaluate that that’s because your teacher thinks you’d enjoy seeing $Ash be fucked without being distracted by recovering from an anal pouding yourself. Another upside is that $Gray2 might be so exhausted from having sex with $Ash that she’ll have no choice but to go easier on you. Of course, there’s an obvious downside in how that means you’ll have less time to recover, and in your next lesson you’ll have to subtly clutch at your sore ass. $Ash ‘s pounding goes on for some time, and over the course of that 20 minutes or so, her formerly stoic expression slips to one were she’s obviously enjoying her asshole being fucked by $Gray2 . Fortunately for $Ash , the position means that your teacher can’t see the hard joy she’s experiencing. What $Gray2 can hear, however, is the moans that she accidently lets slide out of her mouth. [img[Images/P - Gray anal training.jpg]] “You don’t have to lie and pretend to me $Ash ! I know you’re enjoying this more than you’ve enjoyed anything else in your life. Admit it! Admit you like being my toy!” $Ash doesn’t answer, which seems only to encourage $Gray2 more, and she speeds up to a pace she’d be going at were her cock real, and she were about to cum, and $Ash ‘s involuntary moans are soon eclipsing the slapping of hip thrusting into ass. When your teacher is done with her first pupil, she leans over $Ash ‘s exhausted body, and whispers something undoubtedly taunting to her, before pulling out. “Now, the better behaved toy. You know what to do.” Following the example set, you lean over a desk, letting all your weight rest on it, allowing your ass to be a beacon for $Gray ‘s strapon. Your teacher’s entry is surprisingly gentle. She begins slowly, first letting the head of it enter you, before the rest of it slides smoothly in. While your asshole did close up a little during $Ash ‘s fucking, the tender onset of your fucking helps. But it doesn’t take long for $Gray2 to begin properly. Having your prostate pounded like this almost immediately gets you moaning, and unlike $Ash, you don’t have any intention of stifling it. This is the most action you’ve seen in a long time, and even if being ass fucked by your domineering isn’t your first choice of sex, you can still enjoy it. In fact, the dildo having just been in $Ash ‘s asshole makes it even hotter. Fingering was a turn on, but there’s something strangely hot, and almost cute, about having your juices smeared on the same plastic cock. It’s impossible to see, but you’re sure your exposed clitty is leaving long strings of precum on the table, and you hope you’ll be able to shoot the real thing soon.\ \ \ \ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1>>”Of course, we can’t start without any warm up, can we? Well, I suppose we could, but that’s a lesson for another day. Since you two are locked in chastity together, why don’t you rev each other’s engines a little?” Miss $Gray stands eagerly there, observing as you and $Ash look at each other. She gives you an encouraging nod, and you know what you have to do. “You can go first” $Ash whispers to you, turning around and leaning over. Evening in such a humiliating pose, she tries to maintain a calm air about her, hoping that it’ll annoy your teacher. You can’t be sure, but that confidence does bleed its way into how you’re acting now, and you’re glad for that. You suck on your index finger, lubricating it well so that it goes in smoother for $Ash ‘s sake. Not really that you care so much for it being easy for her, but if you don’t show her much tenderness, you know she won’t when it’s your turn to have your asshole fingered. The hole in her chastity belt for acts such as this helps make a clear bulls eye around your target, and you slowly press your finger against her asshole gently, before applying some pressure. Your digit goes in pleasantly smoothly. You know from reading her diary that $Ash doesn’t have an extensive or rich history of having boyfriend, at least for that long, so the ease of it can clearly be attributed to some anal masturbation, a prospect which turns you on, and that’s on top of how turned on you feel by being inside a woman in such an intimate way. In fact, this is the most physically intimate you’ve ever been with someone. Sure, the moment’s slightly tainted by the circumstance, but you’re still strangely proud of yourself. You rhythmically start thrusting your finger inside of her anus, and you quickly zone out imagining your penis wasn’t stuck inside a cage, but rather where your finger is right now. “That’s enough, $name . $Ash is clearly a more advanced slut, and doesn’t need as much…foreplay. Swap places.” Regrettably, you follow Miss $Gray ‘s orders, and await being on the receiving end. Even despite how nice you were, $Ash immediately doesn’t show that same generosity. Her hardly lubed up finger goes in with little for you to anticipate it, and it thrusts further and faster than yours did. That’s when you remember her forever grudge against you. Since you ratted her out to your teacher, if she has a chance to be rough with you, she’ll take it. It doesn’t matter much the reason anyway - if you brought up her harshness to her, she’d merely say she wanted you to be ready for Miss $Gray , who’d show even less mercy. “Okay, that’s enough preparation. It’s time for the real thing.” Miss $Gray reflects for a moment, deciding something. “$name , you’ll go first.” She demands you pose your stripped form over a desk, facing the floor, perfectly positioning your ass for your teacher’s dildo. In the short moments of you getting into position, and the point of first entry, you guess that Miss $Gray wants to fuck you first since she cares more about turning you into a sissy than she does turning $Ash into a whore, and so you’ll be getting a much more energized Miss $Gray , while $Ash will have some sloppy seconds. The moment the head of the dildo first kisses your reticent butthole though, such thoughts quickly evaporate. There’s little subtlety that can ever be expected from Miss $Gray , at least when it comes to her training you, and she quickly begins ramming the fake cock into your rear vigorously. At first, the pain is the only thing you can take note of. While you’re certainly not completely inexperienced at having things shoved inside you like this, you’re certainly not to porn star levels of being ready for it. You’re even considering asking Miss $Gray to use more lubricant when the pain subsides, not entirely, but enough to feel something else instead. Pleasure, in fact. Pleasure which ramps up as your teacher thrusts harder and faster, until eventually you think Miss $Gray might be getting off on this as much as you are. It’s impossible to tell, since you can’t see her face. If she could see yours though, she’d see the look of an eager slut, gasping for breath in between pained moans of sexual ecstasy. You’re sure your exposed clitty is leaving long strings of precum on the table, and you hope you’ll be able to shoot the real thing soon.\ \ \ \ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 0>>”Of course, we can’t start without any warm up, can we? Well, I suppose we could, but that’s a lesson for another day. Now, bend over, and I’ll get you ready for this hard cock.” Obediently, you do, and wasting no time, Miss $Gray is already on you like a bag, her index finger slipping its way in between your cheeks, and poking at your reticent asshole. With just a little bit of pressure from her adept hand, the finger smoothly goes in, causing you to shudder a little as it goes anus exploring. The sensation is bizarre - neither particularly pleasurable nor uncomfortable. Even when your teacher starts finger fucking you, thrusting her finger in and out rhythmically as though she were metronome, it remains a weird feeling. You certainly could never reach orgasm like this, which you’ve seen enough porn stars do when pounded by a veiny 10 incher. But Miss $Gray intends on progressing to something much thicker and longer soon enough anyway. The finger exits with an aggressive pull away, and you assume your teacher is ready to move on, but MIss $Gray has never been predictable. The finger slithers at your now gaping anus, and it enters again, this time with another digit. Her middle and index fingers fuck you, and this time, you’re actually getting some amount of pleasure from it. In fact, having the girth of your penetrator be doubled like this almost gets you moaning, especially when Miss $Gray adds some vigor into her movements. The process repeats itself with 3 fingers, and now you’re moaning proper. And when she upgrades once more to 4, those moans become screams - screams of joy. Under different circumstances, this might even get you to cum, but Miss $Gray ‘s classroom doesn’t do it for you enough to get there. “That’s enough of that, sissy. Now you’re ready for my cock.” She inserts with no other warning with one violent motion, and she lets it sit there for a moment, allowing it to be another reminder of the power she has over you. Extending from her body is a lengthy dildo that’s now inside you. If there were a more literal example of the control she yields, you’d struggle to think of it. The girth of the cock as opposed to her fingers immediately makes it more uncomfortable, and yet strangely more of a turn-on, but when she begins slowly thrusting, you completely ignore that discomfort. The pleasure’s almost divine, and trumps all your other sexual experiences. It’s better than any wank you’ve had, or any handjob, blowjob, or even being inside a woman. Being fucked like this makes you feel on top of world, even as a bottom. Your past concerns about such an experience quickly evaporate, and you forget those pesky points you had circulating your mind, like “I don’t like cock” and “I’m not gay if I enjoy it, am I?” Those thoughts are actually replaced by some juxtaposed ideas, like “what can I do to feel this again?” “I wish I had experienced this sooner” and “I’m a cock whore now, aren’t I?” Miss $Gray can seemingly almost read your thoughts. “I know you’re loving this, girl. Tell me how much!” You answer in between pained gasps for breath. “I…love your…hard…cock. Please Miss… $Gray , go…faster!” “That’s what I wanted to hear, slut.” She thankfully fulfills your wish, plunging at your prostate with shocking aggression, almost making your tumble onto the floor, but you manage to maintain your footing. And once you do, you plant your hands on your ass cheeks, spreading them, which only serves to encourage Miss $Gray . You’re sure your exposed clitty is leaving long strings of precum on the table you’re leaning over, and you hope you’ll be able to shoot the real thing soon.<</if>> <<if $Pills gt 11>>Adding to the experience, is your boobs, which the table pushes into you. Their noticeable medium size adds to the scenario in your head. Miss $Gray is your horny boss, looking to take advantage of their skimpily dressed secretary. \ <<elseif $Pills gt 4>>Adding to the experience, is your boobs, which the table pushes into you. Even being small, they feel great when you’re getting fucked like this. The sensation adds to the feeling of you being a whore, getting taken by your boss for their sexual pleasure. <</if>> <<if $L gt 9>><<set $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1>>Your eager hands help spread your asscheeks further, and your teacher notices, taking it as a sign that she should plunge further inside you. Somehow, she goes faster too, fucking you at what you guess is over 200 thrusts per minute. Your moans are almost screams, and you grip at the table to stabilize yourself. Soon enough, your desire to shoot real cum manifests itself. “Harder!” “Harder! “HARDER!” Jizz squirts in the constraints of your chastity cage, leaking through the hole. The orgasm lasts heavenly long, and for a moment you lose track of where you are, what’s happening, and even who you are. You feel a pair of breasts settle on your back, and a voice whispers into your ear. “We’re not done until I am, sweetie.” Even though you’ve cum, the fucking goes on another, maybe 10 minutes, and you go from seeing stars, to becoming painfully of what’s happening. You’re still horny, but not nearly enough to cum again, and the discomfort of your prostate still being targeted grows into a unique kind of disgust at still being fucked. Eventually though, your teacher decides the man fucking you would have had enough, and she aggressively pulls out.\ <<elseif $L gt 4>>Your eager hands help spread your asscheeks further, and your teacher notices, taking it as a sign that she should plunge further inside you. Somehow, she goes faster too, fucking you at what you guess is over 200 thrusts per minute. Your moans are almost screams, and you grip at the table to stabilize yourself. Despite your hearty attempts, however, the elusive orgasm you try so hard to achieve remains unattainable, even after a further 20 minutes of rough fucking, with your teacher’s stamina not dropping for a moment. “That’s enough for today.” She pulls out with shocking carelessness. \ <<elseif $L lt 5>>The pounding continues, and even though you know it’s possible, you’d never be able to cum like this. You’re simply not horny enough. With that immediate understanding, you’re left feeling rather resigned whilst your teacher fucks your ass. Not even her encouraging words of “take it, slut!” and “tell me how much you enjoy this!” do much to turn you on, though you do capture those lustful phrases and imagine her in a lesbian porno, which might come in handy the next time you’re horny. It’s hard to tell how much longer the sex continues, but she eventually decides she’s finished, and pulls out with shocking carelessness.<</if>> <<if $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 1>>”You’re improving, $name , good work. Though I don’t think you quite enjoyed it as much as $Ash did.” $Gray2 smirks, grinning at your friend. She’s obviously seething, but is powerless to do anything besides sit and take the mockery.\ <<elseif $Home is 1>>”Now, your turn, $Ash .” Miss $Gray notices the clear look of hatred on $Ash ‘s face. “Don’t pretend you’re not looking forward to me using you like the toy you are. I bet you’re even jealous I wanted fuck $name first, aren’t you?” $Ash silently gets into position. Her pounding goes on for some time, and over the course of that 20 minutes or so, her formerly stoic expression slips to one where she’s clearly trying to suppress a painful sense of joy. Fortunately for $Ash , the position means that your teacher can’t see the hard joy she’s experiencing. What Miss $Gray can hear, however, is the moans that $Ash accidently lets slip out of her mouth. [img[Images/P - Gray anal training.jpg]] “You don’t have to lie and pretend to me $Ash ! I know you’re enjoying this more than you’ve enjoyed anything else in your life. Admit it! Admit you like being my toy!” $Ash doesn’t answer, which seems only to encourage Miss $Gray more, and she speeds up to a pace she’d be going at were her cock real, and she were about to cum, and $Ash ‘s involuntary moans are soon eclipsing the slapping of hip thrusting into ass. When your teacher is done with her second pupil, she leans over $Ash ‘s exhausted body, and whispers something undoubtedly taunting to her, before pulling out.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 0>>”You’re improving $name , good work.” You feel strangely proud of her compliment, but she doesn’t want to boost your ego too much. “Don’t let it go to your head; you have a good teacher.”<</if>> Your teacher dismisses you once the bell rings, and you hurriedly dress again before leaving. <<if $L gt 8>>[[12-3d<-Continue][$H to 13, $L to 2, $S to $S - 2]]\ <<elseif $L gt 4>>[[12-3d<-Continue][$H to 13, $L to $L + 2, $S to $S + 1]]\ <<elseif $L lt 5>>[[12-3d<-Continue][$H to 13, $L to $L + 2]]<</if>>

<<set $LipstickToilet = ["Don’t let $name near your boyfriend", "$name swallows", "$name kisses Miss $Gray ‘s ass", "$name licks $Ash ‘s feet", "$name ‘s asshole is looser than my pussy around Mr Hawt"]>>\ <<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $AnalS to $AnalS + 1>>\ <<if $Home is 2>>Rather than have to spend another hour without her company, Mistress $Ash kindly sought you out so that she might train you to be a better sissy.<<else>>It’s lunch, which might mean a moment to relax, but $Ash has other plans.<</if>> She leads you by the hand to a disused toilet. <<if $JenLevel gt 3>>Even these deserted facilities still update the rare user about your sissy life, no doubt thanks to $Jen ‘s handiwork after you failed to hand her money. "<<print $LipstickToilet.random()>>" the biggest piece of lipstick art proclaims.<</if>> <<if visited("13-2 Ash Beg")>>”Today, your training progresses to its next stage. I’m still going to be pounding you with my dildo, only now in a different hole.” “So my…” “Yep, your asshole is going to be fucked everyday for a while. Aren’t you lucky?”\ <<else>>”So, sissy. You’ve had a day to be excited. I hope your asshole is eager, because I certainly am.”<</if>> <<if $Home is 2>>//I can’t wait to be trained by Mistress $Ash more!//\ <<elseif $Home is 1>>//It’s not like I have a choice//<</if>> From her handbag, you watch as she pulls out a leather harness, along with a pink rubber dildo. She equips them both. “Get yourself ready for me, girl. I want you in your lingerie, eager for my cock.” You do as you’re told, until you’re little more than a poorly dressed slut for $Ash . <<if $ButtPlug is 1>>”You won’t need this either.” she yanks the butt plug inside of you aggressively out, and you immediately start worrying if that’s the kind of care she’s going to show you for the proceeding anal sex session.<</if>> You’re on all fours, waiting for <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <<else>>$Ash to begin, but she doesn’t seem like she’s about to anytime soon. You look around from your submissive position to see her looking disappointed at you. “Did you forget to lube your toy up? You don’t want me going in raw, do you?” She’s stroking the strapon, encouraging you to suck on it. Staying on your knees, you crawl over to it, and begin to lubricate it. If your saliva is going to be the only thing to ensure it goes in smoothly, you’re going to a damn good job sucking it. Fortunately, the last week was about just that. When you’re done, it’s shining well enough to reflect the ceiling, which makes you bizarrely proud. You look up at <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash<<else>>$Ash <</if>>, who’s now smiling, let you know it’s time. Once again, in this dingy, disused toilet, you get on all fours, and await your anal pounding to begin. <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash painfully teases you by waiting, but you don’t dare disrespect her by looking back, or asking her to begin.<<else>>$Ash lets the moment drag out, with you dreading the commencement more and more with each passing second.<</if>> Her cold hand on your butt cheeks sends shivers down your spine as she gets into position. The cold latex of the dildo prods around your asshole, and not accidentally. <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <<else>>$Ash <</if>>could easily slide it inside, but she wants to play with you more.<</if>> Each slap of the fake cock against your intimate regions increases your anticipation, until she finally does eventually put the strapon inside you. And in that one moment, she decided to drop all considerations of being gentle. It enters in one violent motion, and you feel like you’re impaled in some cruel Roman execution method. It’s so sudden and aggressive, that for a brief moment, you completely forget where you are, who’s doing this to you, and how you got here. But once she starts moving in and out rhythmically, those thoughts come flooding back to you. <<if $Home is 2>>”Thank you Mistress $Ash !”<<else>>//It feels like I’m being fucked by women in my life everyday. At least $Ash is being honest about it now.//<</if>> After a couple of minutes, your asshole is welcoming enough of the intruder that it hurts less, and actually starts to feel enjoyable. “Curve you back upwards, sissy. People love seeing those sexy curves when they’re fucking you.” <<if $Home is 2>>You gratefully follow your Goddess' advice, and it somehow feels better for you too.<<else>>You follow her command, lest she get enraged and find a way to make this worse. Surprisingly though, it actually feels better like this.<</if>> In fact, you think the dildo is having an easier time reaching your prostate. This slight change of position takes you from gasping for breath, to moaning, and asking for her to go harder and faster. You feel almost on the verge of cumming. <<if $Home is 1 and $L lt 5>>The pounding goes on for some time, and although precum does leak out your caged clitty, you’re not even close to actually finishing. Perhaps, it might seem, you need a place a little more romantic than a toilet. $Ash ‘s stamina eventually wanes, though she keeps going regardless, promising that a man wouldn’t stop until he wants to. The sloppifying of her technique takes you further away from the edge, until you feel as different from this experience as when she first started. She pulls out after her thrusts slow to a crawl, which really does make you feel like a man just came inside you. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 and $L lt 9>>The pounding goes on for some time, and precum leaks like a faucet out of your caged clitty. You close your eyes to imagine a better place where you can cum rather than this toilet. But even in your fantasies, you’re still the one with a dildo in your ass. You’re just about to finally release a torrent of cum when $Ash is slowing down. You gasp in horror, and start thrusting yourself into her cock. “Aww, what’s the matter sissy? Want more of my hard dick? That’s a shame, but a woman doesn’t always get to cum, and neither do whores. You just have to learn to enjoy making other people orgasm, and I’m sure if this dick were real, I would have easily painted your insides with my jizz.” She pulls out, and you want to start begging for more of her cock, but you’re too exhausted from being pounded for that long. You collapse on the floor, your asshole still quivering. $Ash leaves you there, letting you recover alone like a used prostitute before you have to get going to your next client. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 and $L gt 8>>The pounding goes on for some time, and precum leaks like a faucet out of your caged clitty. It doesn’t even matter that you’re in a disgusting toilet with walls covered in graffiti and a penetrator who cares nothing for your pleasure. In fact, those elements only seem to help you in your efforts to cum. Your sweaty-palmed hands grasp at the floor for grip, and, finding none, instead help spread your ass cheeks, which $Ash laughs at. “I’ve trained you well.” She keeps fucking and fucking, with each thrust seemingly going straight to your prostate, so it’s only inevitable that your pent up cum finally shoots out. Moans of ecstasy escape from your lips as you reach an orgasm from anal only. Your upper body collapses on the floor, your chastity cage slipping in the semen that just escaped it. In your post orgasmic bliss, you don’t where you are, and rest your head on the ceramic floor. $Ash keeps pounding regardless, until she becomes exhausted too, pulling out roughly, but you’re too tired to care. She takes off the dildo and harness, leaving you in the stall. Wid thoughts cross your mind, like hoping $Ash is even harder next time, or that you could never fuck a woman like she just fucked you, so you’re better of being a sissy. You can barely recover in time for your next lesson, which you stroll to, still mentally in the toilets, whilst clutching your sore ass. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S - 2, $L to 2, $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 2 and $L lt 9>>Mistress $Ash ‘s pounding goes on for what feels like forever, and yet still not long enough. You’re glad to be giving her pleasure, of course, but you can’t shoo away the thoughts that you might be able to cum yourself. Those selfish ideas might cause you distress, but you’re too turned on to care. Being near your Goddess anyway makes you horny, but it’s immeasurable when she’s fucking you so generously in the ass. Those feelings of being near the edge don’t dissipate over the time you have sex for, but frustratingly, they don’t grow either. It’s like being on top of a building, right next to the edge, but with cement shoes on. No matter how much you try, you can’t finish. Mistress $Ash eventually decides she’s done, praising you for being a good whore, which makes you feel even worse about your own desires. She gives your hair a rub, and now that you’re over the anal sex, you’re sure that one moment of physical praise would be better than any orgasm. She meanders out after taking off the strapon, and you do your best to recover from the rough pounding. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S - 2, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 2 and $L gt 8>>Mistress $Ash ‘s pounding goes on for what feels like forever. You’re glad to be giving her pleasure, of course, but you can’t shoo away the thoughts that you might be able to cum yourself. Those selfish ideas might cause you distress, but you’re too turned on to care. Being near your Goddess anyway makes you horny, but it’s immeasurable when she’s fucking you so generously in the ass. Those feelings accumulate, until eventually you’re just about to… “Don’t you dare cum, sissy! I can recognize those moans, and if you release that load, I’ll disown you as a sissy slave. Do you hear me?” “Yes Mistress!” Distraught from her threats, you immediately try to distract yourself from cumming by imaging anything else. Thankfully, the fucking doesn’t go on much longer, so it’s an easy task. Still, the threat lingers in your head. Mistress really doesn’t want you to cum. //Of course she doesn’t. It’s not appropriate for a sissy// Your Goddess takes off her strapon, and observes her toy, noticing you’re still shook from her threat. “Aww, I’m sorry if I was a little harsh on you, but you know how important it is to be strict on such a weak minded little sissy. We can’t have you thinking it’s okay to cum without permission, can we?” “No, Mistress, you’re right.” “Of course I am.” She strokes your hair a little, before helping you get dressed, and then walking you to your next lesson. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S +1, $L to $L + 1]]<</if>>

<<set $Fem to 54>>\ <<set $W13A1 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>\ $Ash checks on your outfit to ensure you’ve followed her demands of getting detention for failing your teacher’s strict uniform policy. <<if $CL[2] gt 23 and $CL[2] lt 24>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Great choice in pantyhose sissy. $Gray can’t stand fishnets.” <<elseif $CL[2] is 28>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”I do hope $Gray has an issue with those pantyhose. You could have made it so much more sure, though.”\ <<elseif $CL[2] is 45>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Fishnets? Good choice sissy. I know $Gray hates them. And they’re stockings too, right?” She flicks up your skirt to check. “I can’t wait to see her face.”\ <<else>>”So what did you wear to piss $Gray off? Not your hose, clearly.”<</if>> <<if $Bra is 0>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Ah, I get it! She’ll be annoyed you’re not wearing a bra, right?”\ <<elseif $MatchingLingerie gt 0>>”Why did you even bother matching your underwear?”\ <<else>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>”Good job making sure your bra and panties don’t match.”<</if>> <<if $ShaveLegs gt 6>><<set $GrayLunchFail to $GrayLunchFail + 1>>\ \ ”She’s going to be really annoyed at your unshaved legs.”<</if>>\ <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 1>>”Good job sissy. $Gray is going to be seething at your outfit. We can go ahead with the plan.” [[12-4a<-Continue][$GrayLunchFail to 2]]\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>”Come on sissy. For once, I want you to be disobedient, and you can’t even do that right?” She sighs. “It’s okay, I have an idea.” From her handbag, she takes out a tube of lipstick, and, without clarifying what her plans are, gets to work painting your lips. Lipstick on your lips itself isn’t bad. In fact, Miss $Gray would probably encourage it. But what is bad is $Ash deliberately painting outside the lines. She draws up your cheeks, giving you a clownish appearance, and rather than cursing when she gets some on your teeth, she takes it as a happy accident. She doesn’t let you check the look in her vanity mirror, but you’re guessing the sight of it alone isn’t going to make Miss $Gray think you’re mocking her, on top of being hilarious to anyone you pass on the way. [[Secret Desires 1 Pre Lip<-Continue][$GrayLunchFail to 2]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4>>”Come on sissy. For once, I want you to be disobedient, and you can’t even do that right?” She sighs. “It’s okay, I have an idea.” It’s almost never good when $Ash has one of those, and you grow increasingly nervous when you see the stares she’s giving your hosiery. With a quick glance at her nails, she decides to put her plan into motion. Her fingers become claws, and she rips and tears like a kitten into the layer of nylon covering your legs. Even when you instinctively jump back from her assault, she stays on top of you, tearing the fibers until you’re left looking like a whore. “What are you doing?!” “Doing what you couldn’t. $Gray will be seething when she sees how you mistreat your hosiery. That’ll be more than enough to get you detention.” [[Secret Desires 1 Pre Hosiery<-Continue][$GrayLunchFail to 2]]<</if>>

You enter room 68 with $Ash , and your teacher immediately notices the effects of your uniform rough up. ”What the hell is that on your face?” Miss $Gray inspects the poorly applied lipstick. “A monkey could’ve done a better job than this. Were you drunk when you put it on?” You cower in front of her, like you often do when you’re in trouble. “Sorry, Miss $Gray .” “You don’t owe just me an apology - you should be writing a letter to every company in the cosmetics industry for embarrassing them like this.” $Ash is almost giggling at the reaction her sabotage is getting. “Forget the rest of your uniform; you’ve earned a detention for this travesty alone.” Miss $Gray is shaking her head as she returns to her desk, but $Ash is giving you a knowing smile. Her plan worked.\ [[12-4b<-Continue]]

<<if $CL[2] is 1>><<set $Tights1 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 2>><<set $Tights2 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 3>><<set $Tights3 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 4>><<set $Tights4 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 5>><<set $Tights5 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 21>><<set $Pantyhose1 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 22>><<set $Pantyhose2 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 23>><<set $Pantyhose3 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 24>><<set $Pantyhose4 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 25>><<set $Pantyhose5 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 26>><<set $Pantyhose6 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 27>><<set $Pantyhose7 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 28>><<set $Pantyhose8 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 41>><<set $Stockings1 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 42>><<set $Stockings2 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 43>><<set $Stockings3 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 44>><<set $Stockings4 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 45>><<set $Stockings5 to 0>><</if>>\ \ <<set $CL[2] to 0>>\ <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>”$name , what happened to your hose?” She comes closer to inspect just how torn they are. “You couldn’t have ruined them this much on your walk here. Why would you put such tarnished things on? You know that not only do I despise them, but they’re also against the school rules.” You can’t answer any of her questions, at least, not without angering $Ash greatly. “I’m sorry, Miss $Gray . I guess I just thought they looked nice.” “Nice? NICE?” She’s shaking her head in disapproval. “I’d thought I trained you much better than to like such trashy things. I’m not even going to waste my time looking at the rest of your outfit. You’ve earned a detention for testing me like this alone.” She strides back over to her desk, clearly irritated that someone she thought she had a bond with is playing with her like this. “And take them off and throw them away. I can’t stand to look at them any longer.” [[12-4b<-Continue][$GrayR to $GrayR - 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4>>”$name , what happened to your hose?” She comes closer to inspect just how torn they are. “You couldn’t have ruined them this much on your walk here. Why would you put such tarnished things on? You know that they’re against the school rules.” You can’t answer any of her questions, at least, not without angering $Ash greatly. “I’m sorry, Miss $Gray . I guess I just thought they looked nice.” She heaves a heavy sigh. “What other awful things did $Ash suggest to you when she was in charge of your key? While pantyhose and stockings are lovely and feminine, treating them with such disregard isnot. I’d much rather you show in a pair of men’s socks than them. Forget the rest of your inspection - you’ve earned detention for this alone.” She strides back over to her desk, shaking her head along the way. //At least she somewhat blamed $Ash // “And take them off and throw them away. I can’t stand to look at them any longer.” [[12-4b<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<if $Day3 is 1 and $SC7 gt 1 and $SC7 lt 9>><<set $SC7 to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 gt 0 and $SC7 lt 9 and $GrayLunchFail is 0>><<set $SC7 to $SC7 + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 is 6>><<set $SC7 to 9>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<include [[Chapter 4 Class]]>> <<if $Home gte 3>>[[13-4 Gray<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>[[13-4 Ash<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $AnalS to $AnalS + 1>>\ <<if $ExposeAsh is 0>>You arrive in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray , nervously awaiting your lunchtime training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 0>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 1>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of $Gray2 the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.<</if>> Your teacher waltzes out from behind her desk, her outfit, from her luxurious heels to her designer dress, normal as usual. The only thing different is the large strap-on she’s boasting. [img[Images/P - Gray strap on skirt.jpg]] <<if $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>”Now, both of you, strip!” You’re no stranger to doing this in front of $Gray2 thanks to her daily inspection, and $Ash benignly follows suit. \ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>”Now, both of you, strip!” You’re no stranger to doing this in front of Miss $Gray thanks to her daily inspection, and $Ash benignly follows suit. \ <<else>>”Now, strip!” You do as commanded. You’d almost find the order a little dull with how much you shed your clothes in front of Miss $Gray were your mind not more focused on the huge plastic cock dangling mere feet from your face.<</if>> <<if $ButtPlug is 1>> ”You won’t be needing this.” A violent jostle from your rear sends your faux calmness flying out the window as your teacher yanks the butt plug occupying your asshole out. You silently curse her for doing it without any warning, but at least your butt will handle the upcoming penetration from a much more active toy much better.<</if>> <<if $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>”Of course, we can’t start without any warm up, can we? Well, I suppose we could, but that’s a lesson for another day. Since you two are locked in chastity together, why don’t you rev each other’s engines a little?” $Gray2 stands eagerly there, observing as you and $Ash look at each other. She gives you an encouraging nod, and you know what you have to do. “You can go first” $Ash whispers to you, turning around and leaning over. Evening in such a humiliating pose, she tries to maintain a calm air about her, hoping that it’ll annoy your teacher. You can’t be sure, but that confidence does bleed its way into how you’re acting now, and you’re glad for that. You suck on your index finger, lubricating it well so that it goes in smoother for $Ash ‘s sake. Not really that you care so much for it being easy for her, but if you don’t show her much tenderness, you know she won’t when it’s your turn to have your asshole fingered. The hole in her chastity belt for acts such as this helps make a clear bulls eye around your target, and you slowly press your finger against her asshole gently, before applying some pressure. Your digit goes in pleasantly smoothly. You know from reading her diary that $Ash doesn’t have an extensive or rich history of having boyfriend, at least for that long, so the ease of it can clearly be attributed to some anal masturbation, a prospect which turns you on, and that’s on top of how turned on you feel by being inside a woman in such an intimate way. In fact, this is the most physically intimate you’ve ever been with someone. Sure, the moment’s slightly tainted by the circumstance, but you’re still strangely proud of yourself. You rhythmically start thrusting your finger inside of her anus, and you quickly zone out imagining your penis wasn’t stuck inside a cage, but rather where your finger is right now. “That’s enough, $name . $Ash is clearly a more advanced slut, and doesn’t need as much…foreplay. Swap places.” Regrettably, you follow $Gray2 ‘s orders, and await being on the receiving end. Even despite how nice you were, $Ash immediately doesn’t show that same generosity. Her hardly lubed up finger goes in with little for you to anticipate it, and it thrusts further and faster than yours did. That’s when you remember her forever grudge against you. Since you ratted her out to your teacher, if she has a chance to be rough with you, she’ll take it. It doesn’t matter much the reason anyway - if you brought up her harshness to her, she’d merely say she wanted you to be ready for $Gray2 , who’d show even less mercy, which probably isn’t true thanks to your unique relationship with your teacher, though that’s something you’ve yet to make clear to $Ash . “Okay, that’s enough preparation. It’s time for the real thing.” $Gray2 reflects for a moment, deciding something. “$Ash , you’ll go first.” She has your “girlfriend” lean over a table, perfectly positioning her ass for your teacher’s dildo. It’s strange to you that $Gray2 would prefer to fuck $Ash first, but you evaluate that that’s because your teacher thinks you’d enjoy seeing $Ash be fucked without being distracted by recovering from an anal pouding yourself. Another upside is that $Gray2 might be so exhausted from having sex with $Ash that she’ll have no choice but to go easier on you. Of course, there’s an obvious downside in how that means you’ll have less time to recover, and in your next lesson you’ll have to subtly clutch at your sore ass. $Ash ‘s pounding goes on for some time, and over the course of that 20 minutes or so, her formerly stoic expression slips to one were she’s obviously enjoying her asshole being fucked by $Gray2 . Fortunately for $Ash , the position means that your teacher can’t see the hard joy she’s experiencing. What $Gray2 can hear, however, is the moans that she accidently lets slide out of her mouth. [img[Images/P - Gray anal training.jpg]] “You don’t have to lie and pretend to me $Ash ! I know you’re enjoying this more than you’ve enjoyed anything else in your life. Admit it! Admit you like being my toy!” $Ash doesn’t answer, which seems only to encourage $Gray2 more, and she speeds up to a pace she’d be going at were her cock real, and she were about to cum, and $Ash ‘s involuntary moans are soon eclipsing the slapping of hip thrusting into ass. When your teacher is done with her first pupil, she leans over $Ash ‘s exhausted body, and whispers something undoubtedly taunting to her, before pulling out. “Now, the better behaved toy. You know what to do.” Following the example set, you lean over a desk, letting all your weight rest on it, allowing your ass to be a beacon for $Gray ‘s strapon. Your teacher’s entry is surprisingly gentle. She begins slowly, first letting the head of it enter you, before the rest of it slides smoothly in. While your asshole did close up a little during $Ash ‘s fucking, the tender onset of your fucking helps. But it doesn’t take long for $Gray2 to begin properly. Having your prostate pounded like this almost immediately gets you moaning, and unlike $Ash, you don’t have any intention of stifling it. This is the most action you’ve seen in a long time, and even if being ass fucked by your domineering isn’t your first choice of sex, you can still enjoy it. In fact, the dildo having just been in $Ash ‘s asshole makes it even hotter. Fingering was a turn on, but there’s something strangely hot, and almost cute, about having your juices smeared on the same plastic cock. It’s impossible to see, but you’re sure your exposed clitty is leaving long strings of precum on the table, and you hope you’ll be able to shoot the real thing soon.\ \ \ \ <<elseif $Home is 4>>”Of course, we can’t start without any warm up, can we? Well, I suppose we could, but that’s a lesson for another day. Since you two are locked in chastity together, why don’t you rev each other’s engines a little?” Miss $Gray stands eagerly there, observing as you and $Ash look at each other. She gives you an encouraging nod, and you know what you have to do. “You can go first” $Ash whispers to you, turning around and leaning over. Evening in such a humiliating pose, she tries to maintain a calm air about her, hoping that it’ll annoy your teacher. You can’t be sure, but that confidence does bleed its way into how you’re acting now, and you’re glad for that. You suck on your index finger, lubricating it well so that it goes in smoother for $Ash ‘s sake. Not really that you care so much for it being easy for her, but if you don’t show her much tenderness, you know she won’t when it’s your turn to have your asshole fingered. The hole in her chastity belt for acts such as this helps make a clear bulls eye around your target, and you slowly press your finger against her asshole gently, before applying some pressure. Your digit goes in pleasantly smoothly. You know from reading her diary that $Ash doesn’t have an extensive or rich history of having boyfriend, at least for that long, so the ease of it can clearly be attributed to some anal masturbation, a prospect which turns you on, and that’s on top of how turned on you feel by being inside a woman in such an intimate way. In fact, this is the most physically intimate you’ve ever been with someone. Sure, the moment’s slightly tainted by the circumstance, but you’re still strangely proud of yourself. You rhythmically start thrusting your finger inside of her anus, and you quickly zone out imagining your penis wasn’t stuck inside a cage, but rather where your finger is right now. “That’s enough, $name . $Ash is clearly a more advanced slut, and doesn’t need as much…foreplay. Swap places.” Regrettably, you follow Miss $Gray ‘s orders, and await being on the receiving end. Even despite how nice you were, $Ash immediately doesn’t show that same generosity. Her hardly lubed up finger goes in with little for you to anticipate it, and it thrusts further and faster than yours did. That’s when you remember her forever grudge against you. Since you ratted her out to your teacher, if she has a chance to be rough with you, she’ll take it. It doesn’t matter much the reason anyway - if you brought up her harshness to her, she’d merely say she wanted you to be ready for Miss $Gray , who’d show even less mercy. “Okay, that’s enough preparation. It’s time for the real thing.” Miss $Gray reflects for a moment, deciding something. “$name , you’ll go first.” She demands you pose your stripped form over a desk, facing the floor, perfectly positioning your ass for your teacher’s dildo. In the short moments of you getting into position, and the point of first entry, you guess that Miss $Gray wants to fuck you first since she cares more about turning you into a sissy than she does turning $Ash into a whore, and so you’ll be getting a much more energized Miss $Gray , while $Ash will have some sloppy seconds. The moment the head of the dildo first kisses your reticent butthole though, such thoughts quickly evaporate. There’s little subtlety that can ever be expected from Miss $Gray , at least when it comes to her training you, and she quickly begins ramming the fake cock into your rear vigorously. At first, the pain is the only thing you can take note of. While you’re certainly not completely inexperienced at having things shoved inside you like this, you’re certainly not to porn star levels of being ready for it. You’re even considering asking Miss $Gray to use more lubricant when the pain subsides, not entirely, but enough to feel something else instead. Pleasure, in fact. Pleasure which ramps up as your teacher thrusts harder and faster, until eventually you think Miss $Gray might be getting off on this as much as you are. It’s impossible to tell, since you can’t see her face. If she could see yours though, she’d see the look of an eager slut, gasping for breath in between pained moans of sexual ecstasy. You’re sure your exposed clitty is leaving long strings of precum on the table, and you hope you’ll be able to shoot the real thing soon.\ \ \ \ <<else>>”Of course, we can’t start without any warm up, can we? Well, I suppose we could, but that’s a lesson for another day. Now, bend over, and I’ll get you ready for this hard cock.” Obediently, you do, and wasting no time, Miss $Gray is already on you like a bag, her index finger slipping its way in between your cheeks, and poking at your reticent asshole. With just a little bit of pressure from her adept hand, the finger smoothly goes in, causing you to shudder a little as it goes anus exploring. The sensation is bizarre - neither particularly pleasurable nor uncomfortable. Even when your teacher starts finger fucking you, thrusting her finger in and out rhythmically as though she were metronome, it remains a weird feeling. You certainly could never reach orgasm like this, which you’ve seen enough porn stars do when pounded by a veiny 10 incher. But Miss $Gray intends on progressing to something much thicker and longer soon enough anyway. The finger exits with an aggressive pull away, and you assume your teacher is ready to move on, but MIss $Gray has never been predictable. The finger slithers at your now gaping anus, and it enters again, this time with another digit. Her middle and index fingers fuck you, and this time, you’re actually getting some amount of pleasure from it. In fact, having the girth of your penetrator be doubled like this almost gets you moaning, especially when Miss $Gray adds some vigor into her movements. The process repeats itself with 3 fingers, and now you’re moaning proper. And when she upgrades once more to 4, those moans become screams - screams of joy. Under different circumstances, this might even get you to cum, but Miss $Gray ‘s classroom doesn’t do it for you enough to get there. “That’s enough of that, sissy. Now you’re ready for my cock.” She inserts with no other warning with one violent motion, and she lets it sit there for a moment, allowing it to be another reminder of the power she has over you. Extending from her body is a lengthy dildo that’s now inside you. If there were a more literal example of the control she yields, you’d struggle to think of it. The girth of the cock as opposed to her fingers immediately makes it more uncomfortable, and yet strangely more of a turn-on, but when she begins slowly thrusting, you completely ignore that discomfort. The pleasure’s almost divine, and trumps all your other sexual experiences. It’s better than any wank you’ve had, or any handjob, blowjob, or even being inside a woman. Being fucked like this makes you feel on top of world, even as a bottom. Your past concerns about such an experience quickly evaporate, and you forget those pesky points you had circulating your mind, like “I don’t like cock” and “I’m not gay if I enjoy it, am I?” Those thoughts are actually replaced by some juxtaposed ideas, like “what can I do to feel this again?” “I wish I had experienced this sooner” and “I’m a cock whore now, aren’t I?” Miss $Gray can seemingly almost read your thoughts. “I know you’re loving this, girl. Tell me how much!” You answer in between pained gasps for breath. “I…love your…hard…cock. Please Miss… $Gray , go…faster!” “That’s what I wanted to hear, slut.” She thankfully fulfills your wish, plunging at your prostate with shocking aggression, almost making your tumble onto the floor, but you manage to maintain your footing. And once you do, you plant your hands on your ass cheeks, spreading them, which only serves to encourage Miss $Gray . You’re sure your exposed clitty is leaving long strings of precum on the table you’re leaning over, and you hope you’ll be able to shoot the real thing soon.<</if>> <<if $Pills gt 11>> Adding to the experience, is your boobs, which the table pushes into you. Their noticeable medium size adds to the scenario in your head. Miss $Gray is your horny boss, looking to take advantage of their skimpily dressed secretary.\ <<elseif $Pills gt 4>> Adding to the experience, is your boobs, which the table pushes into you. Even being small, they feel great when you’re getting fucked like this. The sensation adds to the feeling of you being a whore, getting taken by your boss for their sexual pleasure.<</if>>\ <<if $L gt 9>><<set $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1>>Your eager hands help spread your asscheeks further, and your teacher notices, taking it as a sign that she should plunge further inside you. Somehow, she goes faster too, fucking you at what you guess is over 200 thrusts per minute. Your moans are almost screams, and you grip at the table to stabilize yourself. Soon enough, your desire to shoot real cum manifests itself. “Harder!” “Harder! “HARDER!” Jizz squirts in the constraints of your chastity cage, leaking through the hole. The orgasm lasts heavenly long, and for a moment you lose track of where you are, what’s happening, and even who you are. You feel a pair of breasts settle on your back, and a voice whispers into your ear. “We’re not done until I am, sweetie.” Even though you’ve cum, the fucking goes on another, maybe 10 minutes, and you go from seeing stars, to becoming painfully of what’s happening. You’re still horny, but not nearly enough to cum again, and the discomfort of your prostate still being targeted grows into a unique kind of disgust at still being fucked. Eventually though, your teacher decides the man fucking you would have had enough, and she aggressively pulls out.\ <<elseif $L gt 4>>Your eager hands help spread your asscheeks further, and your teacher notices, taking it as a sign that she should plunge further inside you. Somehow, she goes faster too, fucking you at what you guess is over 200 thrusts per minute. Your moans are almost screams, and you grip at the table to stabilize yourself. Despite your hearty attempts, however, the elusive orgasm you try so hard to achieve remains unattainable, even after a further 20 minutes of rough fucking, with your teacher’s stamina not dropping for a moment. “That’s enough for today.” She pulls out with shocking carelessness. \ <<elseif $L lt 5>>The pounding continues, and even though you know it’s possible, you’d never be able to cum like this. You’re simply not horny enough. With that immediate understanding, you’re left feeling rather resigned whilst your teacher fucks your ass. Not even her encouraging words of “take it, slut!” and “tell me how much you enjoy this!” do much to turn you on, though you do capture those lustful phrases and imagine her in a lesbian porno, which might come in handy the next time you’re horny. It’s hard to tell how much longer the sex continues, but she eventually decides she’s finished, and pulls out with shocking carelessness.<</if>> <<if $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>”You’re improving, $name , good work. Though I don’t think you quite enjoyed it as much as $Ash did.” $Gray2 smirks, grinning at your friend. She’s obviously seething, but is powerless to do anything besides sit and take the mockery.\ <<elseif $Home is 4>>”Now, your turn, $Ash .” Miss $Gray notices the clear look of hatred on $Ash ‘s face. “Don’t pretend you’re not looking forward to me using you like the toy you are. I bet you’re even jealous I wanted fuck $name first, aren’t you?” $Ash silently gets into position. Her pounding goes on for some time, and over the course of that 20 minutes or so, her formerly stoic expression slips to one where she’s clearly trying to suppress a painful sense of joy. Fortunately for $Ash , the position means that your teacher can’t see the hard joy she’s experiencing. What Miss $Gray can hear, however, is the moans that $Ash accidently lets slip out of her mouth. [img[Images/P - Gray anal training.jpg]] “You don’t have to lie and pretend to me $Ash ! I know you’re enjoying this more than you’ve enjoyed anything else in your life. Admit it! Admit you like being my toy!” $Ash doesn’t answer, which seems only to encourage Miss $Gray more, and she speeds up to a pace she’d be going at were her cock real, and she were about to cum, and $Ash ‘s involuntary moans are soon eclipsing the slapping of hip thrusting into ass. When your teacher is done with her second pupil, she leans over $Ash ‘s exhausted body, and whispers something undoubtedly taunting to her, before pulling out.\ <<else>>”You’re improving $name , good work.” You feel strangely proud of her compliment, but she doesn’t want to boost your ego too much. “Don’t let it go to your head; you have a good teacher.”<</if>> Your teacher dismisses you once the bell rings, and you hurriedly dress again before leaving. <<if $L gt 8>>[[12-3d<-Continue][$H to 13, $L to 2, $S to $S - 2]]\ <<elseif $L gt 4>>[[12-3d<-Continue][$H to 13, $L to $L + 2, $S to $S + 1]]\ <<elseif $L lt 5>>[[12-3d<-Continue][$H to 13, $L to $L + 2]]<</if>>

<<set $LipstickToilet = ["Don’t let $name near your boyfriend", "$name swallows", "$name kisses Miss $Gray ‘s ass", "$name licks $Ash ‘s feet", "$name ‘s asshole is looser than my pussy around Mr Hawt"]>>\ <<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $AnalS to $AnalS + 1>>\ <<if $Home is 2>>Rather than have to spend another hour without her company, Mistress $Ash kindly sought you out so that she might train you to be a better sissy.<<else>>It’s lunch, which might mean a moment to relax, but $Ash has other plans.<</if>> She leads you by the hand to a disused toilet. <<if $JenLevel gt 3>>Even these deserted facilities still update the rare user about your sissy life, no doubt thanks to $Jen ‘s handiwork after you failed to hand her money. "<<print $LipstickToilet.random()>>" the biggest piece of lipstick art proclaims.<</if>> From her handbag, you watch as she pulls out a leather harness, along with a pink rubber dildo. She equips them both. “Get yourself ready for me, girl. I want you in your lingerie, eager for my cock.” You do as you’re told, until you’re little more than a poorly dressed slut for $Ash . <<if $ButtPlug is 1>>”You won’t need this either.” she yanks the butt plug inside of you aggressively out, and you immediately start worrying if that’s the kind of care she’s going to show you for the proceeding anal sex session.<</if>> You’re on all fours, waiting for <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <<else>>$Ash to begin, but she doesn’t seem like she’s about to anytime soon. You look around from your submissive position to see her looking disappointed at you. “Did you forget to lube your toy up? You don’t want me going in raw, do you?” She’s stroking the strapon, encouraging you to suck on it. Staying on your knees, you crawl over to it, and begin to lubricate it. If your saliva is going to be the only thing to ensure it goes in smoothly, you’re going to a damn good job sucking it. Fortunately, the last week was about just that. When you’re done, it’s shining well enough to reflect the ceiling, which makes you bizarrely proud. You look up at <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash<<else>>$Ash <</if>>, who’s now smiling, let you know it’s time. Once again, in this dingy, disused toilet, you get on all fours, and await your anal pounding to begin. <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash painfully teases you by waiting, but you don’t dare disrespect her by looking back, or asking her to begin.<<else>>$Ash lets the moment drag out, with you dreading the commencement more and more with each passing second.<</if>> Her cold hand on your butt cheeks sends shivers down your spine as she gets into position. The cold latex of the dildo prods around your asshole, and not accidentally. <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <<else>>$Ash <</if>>could easily slide it inside, but she wants to play with you more.<</if>> Each slap of the fake cock against your intimate regions increases your anticipation, until she finally does eventually put the strapon inside you. And in that one moment, she decided to drop all considerations of being gentle. It enters in one violent motion, and you feel like you’re impaled in some cruel Roman execution method. It’s so sudden and aggressive, that for a brief moment, you completely forget where you are, who’s doing this to you, and how you got here. But once she starts moving in and out rhythmically, those thoughts come flooding back to you. <<if $Home is 2>>”Thank you Mistress $Ash !”<<else>>//It feels like I’m being fucked by women in my life everyday. At least $Ash is being honest about it now.//<</if>> After a couple of minutes, your asshole is welcoming enough of the intruder that it hurts less, and actually starts to feel enjoyable. “Curve you back upwards, sissy. People love seeing those sexy curves when they’re fucking you.” <<if $Home is 2>>You gratefully follow your Goddess' advice, and it somehow feels better for you too.<<else>>You follow her command, lest she get enraged and find a way to make this worse. Surprisingly though, it actually feels better like this.<</if>> In fact, you think the dildo is having an easier time reaching your prostate. This slight change of position takes you from gasping for breath, to moaning, and asking for her to go harder and faster. You feel almost on the verge of cumming. <<if $Home is 1 and $L lt 5>>The pounding goes on for some time, and although precum does leak out your caged clitty, you’re not even close to actually finishing. Perhaps, it might seem, you need a place a little more romantic than a toilet. $Ash ‘s stamina eventually wanes, though she keeps going regardless, promising that a man wouldn’t stop until he wants to. The sloppifying of her technique takes you further away from the edge, until you feel as different from this experience as when she first started. She pulls out after her thrusts slow to a crawl, which really does make you feel like a man just came inside you. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 and $L lt 9>>The pounding goes on for some time, and precum leaks like a faucet out of your caged clitty. You close your eyes to imagine a better place where you can cum rather than this toilet. But even in your fantasies, you’re still the one with a dildo in your ass. You’re just about to finally release a torrent of cum when $Ash is slowing down. You gasp in horror, and start thrusting yourself into her cock. “Aww, what’s the matter sissy? Want more of my hard dick? That’s a shame, but a woman doesn’t always get to cum, and neither do whores. You just have to learn to enjoy making other people orgasm, and I’m sure if this dick were real, I would have easily painted your insides with my jizz.” She pulls out, and you want to start begging for more of her cock, but you’re too exhausted from being pounded for that long. You collapse on the floor, your asshole still quivering. $Ash leaves you there, letting you recover alone like a used prostitute before you have to get going to your next client. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 and $L gt 8>>The pounding goes on for some time, and precum leaks like a faucet out of your caged clitty. It doesn’t even matter that you’re in a disgusting toilet with walls covered in graffiti and a penetrator who cares nothing for your pleasure. In fact, those elements only seem to help you in your efforts to cum. Your sweaty-palmed hands grasp at the floor for grip, and, finding none, instead help spread your ass cheeks, which $Ash laughs at. “I’ve trained you well.” She keeps fucking and fucking, with each thrust seemingly going straight to your prostate, so it’s only inevitable that your pent up cum finally shoots out. Moans of ecstasy escape from your lips as you reach an orgasm from anal only. Your upper body collapses on the floor, your chastity cage slipping in the semen that just escaped it. In your post orgasmic bliss, you don’t where you are, and rest your head on the ceramic floor. $Ash keeps pounding regardless, until she becomes exhausted too, pulling out roughly, but you’re too tired to care. She takes off the dildo and harness, leaving you in the stall. Wid thoughts cross your mind, like hoping $Ash is even harder next time, or that you could never fuck a woman like she just fucked you, so you’re better of being a sissy. You can barely recover in time for your next lesson, which you stroll to, still mentally in the toilets, whilst clutching your sore ass. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S - 2, $L to 2, $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 2 and $L lt 9>>Mistress $Ash ‘s pounding goes on for what feels like forever, and yet still not long enough. You’re glad to be giving her pleasure, of course, but you can’t shoo away the thoughts that you might be able to cum yourself. Those selfish ideas might cause you distress, but you’re too turned on to care. Being near your Goddess anyway makes you horny, but it’s immeasurable when she’s fucking you so generously in the ass. Those feelings of being near the edge don’t dissipate over the time you have sex for, but frustratingly, they don’t grow either. It’s like being on top of a building, right next to the edge, but with cement shoes on. No matter how much you try, you can’t finish. Mistress $Ash eventually decides she’s done, praising you for being a good whore, which makes you feel even worse about your own desires. She gives your hair a rub, and now that you’re over the anal sex, you’re sure that one moment of physical praise would be better than any orgasm. She meanders out after taking off the strapon, and you do your best to recover from the rough pounding. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S - 2, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 2 and $L gt 8>>Mistress $Ash ‘s pounding goes on for what feels like forever. You’re glad to be giving her pleasure, of course, but you can’t shoo away the thoughts that you might be able to cum yourself. Those selfish ideas might cause you distress, but you’re too turned on to care. Being near your Goddess anyway makes you horny, but it’s immeasurable when she’s fucking you so generously in the ass. Those feelings accumulate, until eventually you’re just about to… “Don’t you dare cum, sissy! I can recognize those moans, and if you release that load, I’ll disown you as a sissy slave. Do you hear me?” “Yes Mistress!” Distraught from her threats, you immediately try to distract yourself from cumming by imaging anything else. Thankfully, the fucking doesn’t go on much longer, so it’s an easy task. Still, the threat lingers in your head. Mistress really doesn’t want you to cum. //Of course she doesn’t. It’s not appropriate for a sissy// Your Goddess takes off her strapon, and observes her toy, noticing you’re still shook from her threat. “Aww, I’m sorry if I was a little harsh on you, but you know how important it is to be strict on such a weak minded little sissy. We can’t have you thinking it’s okay to cum without permission, can we?” “No, Mistress, you’re right.” “Of course I am.” She strokes your hair a little, before helping you get dressed, and then walking you to your next lesson. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S +1, $L to $L + 1]]<</if>>

<<if $SPHPornCum is 2>>It’s humiliating enough to willingly accept continual beratement of your penis, but it’s even worse when you can get to the edge within a couple of minutes too. “Are you ready, baby dick? Are you gonna make a little splooge for me? Go on, cum!” As if affected by the expectations placed upon it, your baby dick lets out a disappointing puddle in a let down of an orgasm. It leaves you hating yourself, and as if you wasted your load, and your time. “HAHAHA! That was pathetic! I can’t believe I’ve been living with such a loser all this time. What are you gonna do when all your friends see the pictures of your baby dick? It won’t take long to find!” [img[Images/P - SPH 3.jpg]] You close the video. Sadly, since your failings of $Jen ‘s payments, people are becoming increasingly aware of your sissyness, and through that, they’ll probably assume you do have a baby dick. [[Computer<-Continue][$H to $H + 1,$S to $S - 1, $L to 3, $SPHPornCum to 0]]\ <<elseif $SPHPornCum is 1>>It’s humiliating enough to willingly accept continual beratement of your penis, but it’s even worse when you can get to the edge within a couple of minutes too. “Are you ready, pin dick? Well, sadly you took too long. I don’t think you deserve to cum in my presence. I’ll tell you what, though, I’ll let you edge for me. Go on, get as close as you can, and then ride that edge as long as you can.” It feels as though cum is filling your urethra like liquid in a syringe, but it never ends up leaking. You ride the edge until the moment’s over, and the woman is satisfied. “Good boy, baby cock. Don’t cry over not getting to cum - I would’ve only laughed at you more.” [img[Images/P - SPH 3.jpg]] //If she only knew the extent of how pathetic you were…// [[Computer<-Continue][$H to $H + 1,$S to $S - 1, $L to $L + 1, $TimesEdged to $TimesEdged + 1, $SPHPornCum to 0]]\ <<elseif $SPHPornCum is 0>>So used to being humiliated, ridiculed, and referred to as a “sissy”, it shouldn’t be surprising that you find yourself now looking for porn where you’ll be the target for even more of it. While most people will likely never have their suspicions confirmed that you have a small penis, the fact that you’re about to watch a porno where an attractive woman mocks your tiny dick for ten minutes could serve as evidence. There’s as much small penis humiliation porn as there is any other type of porn, at least when thought of in the human mind. If you watched every video you saw labeled “SPH” you’d have a crushed self esteem and victim complex rivaling anime villains. The video you specifically click on today is interchangeable with the next: a stunning woman (though the “stunning” part plays quite a small role in this particular category) sits down on a chair (sometimes a bed, sometimes standing) and fulfills her role as a humiliating woman. The story can vary. One video might feature a girlfriend tired of pretending to orgasm for your tiny penis, whilst another may have the actress play the role of a courted date who laughs uncontrollably at seeing your little pecker. The star of the show in these clips, though, is the monologue. The appeal of a woman mocking your schmekel is a strange one, but it’s one you decided to buy into today. A woman is overheard on the phone, talking about something indistinct, when she walks into the bathroom, and is immediately shocked at the sight in front of her. “I’m going to have to call you back Tes.” She snickers, first hiding it behind a hand, then giving up on trying to be subtle. “Wow, $name . All this time I thought my mysterious flatmate must have been packing something serious, but how wrong I was. I mean, is that all it is? You didn’t leave part of it in your room, did you?” She laughs some more. [img[Images/P - SPH 1.jpg]] “Oh my God, I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t be laughing, but it’s just…that’s the most pathetic penis I’ve ever seen. I mean, you must have the worst genes imaginable if it’s barely an inch when it’s flaccid. Did your mom drink a lot of soy milk when she was pregnant with you?” She shakes her head in second hand shame. “I’ve hooked up with some guys that had something worth being embarrassed about, but I don’t know how you’re not burying your head in the ground 24/7 with that little thing. If you whipped that out for sex I think I’d just about lose it. Wait, hold on, I need to get a picture of this.” Before you could possibly react, her phone flashes, and she reviews the photo. “Wow, I’m really not tripping. Your penis is tiny!” [img[Images/P - SPH 2.jpg]] She giggles some more, playing with her phone, teasing about sending it to her friends, when her eyes light up. “If this is what your penis is like when it’s soft, then I just have to see what it’s like when it’s hard! Come on, start stroking it for me. Surely you can break 3 inches, right?” A short while later, she has her answer. “That’s just hilarious. I know some guys are growers, not showers, but what the hell are you then? That can’t even be 2 inches! My pinky’s longer than that! And where’s your girth? I’ve seen fries thicker than whatever the hell that is.” She takes another picture of the erection. “When you, like, masturbate, do you ever use tweezers, just to make it easier to grab it? If it helped, I could give you some neon paint. That might make it a little easier to find.”<</if>> <<if $CC1 gt 1 and $SPHPornCum is 0 or $CC2 gt 1 and $CC2 lte 3 and $SPHPornCum is 0 or $CC3 gt 1 and $SPHPornCum is 0>>”You know what? I think such a delicate little thing needs some extra protection.” As if by prophetic magic, she pulls out a chastity cage from a cabinet drawer. “This is the smallest model, but I’m still not sure it’ll fit well. Let’s try it anyway.” She mimes putting the cage on you, looking straight into the camera as a padlock clicks shut. “Hmm, it is a little small, isn’t it? It’ll have to do for now. The metal bars are a nice touch, maybe you’ll still be able to cum through the little gaps!” “Aww, baby, you look sad. What’s the matter? This is for your protection, remember? Without it, you might lose your little thingy. Besides, you never know, you’ll probably enjoy having something noticeable in your pants for once.” [img[Images/P - SPH 3.jpg]] The video ends with the girl saundering out, obviously proud of her actions. If only the chastity cage was fictitious. [[Computer<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $CC1 lt 2 and $CC2 lt 2 and $CC3 lt 2 and $SPHPornCum is 0 or $CC2 is 4>>”You know what? I want to see something which will make me laugh even harder - I want to see you cum! I’d be impressed if that adorable penis could summon even a single drop, but I’ll have to see it to believe it. Go on! Get your finger and thumb on it and start tugging.” You follow her commands, quickly getting to the point of no return where you don’t have to wait a second for the next instructions. [[SPH<-She wants you to edge][$SPHPornCum to 1]] [[SPH<-She wants you to cum][$SPHPornCum to 2]]<</if>>

<<if $Day3 is 1 and $SC7 gt 1 and $SC7 lt 9>><<set $SC7 to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 gt 0 and $SC7 lt 9 and $GrayLunchFail is 0>><<set $SC7 to $SC7 + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 is 6>><<set $SC7 to 9>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<include [[Chapter 4 Class]]>> <<if $Home gte 3>>[[14-2 Gray<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 and $FPiss is 1 or $Home is 2 and $FPiss is 1>>[[14-2 Ash Pee<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>[[14-2 Ash Normal<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $AnalS to $AnalS + 1>>\ <<if $ExposeAsh is 0>>You arrive in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray , nervously awaiting your lunchtime training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 0>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 1>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of $Gray2 the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.<</if>> Your teacher waltzes out from behind her desk, her outfit, from her luxurious heels to her designer dress, normal as usual. The only thing different is the large strap-on she’s boasting. [img[Images/P - Gray strap on skirt.jpg]] <<if $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>”Now, both of you, strip!” You’re no stranger to doing this in front of $Gray2 thanks to her daily inspection, and $Ash benignly follows suit. \ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>”Now, both of you, strip!” You’re no stranger to doing this in front of Miss $Gray thanks to her daily inspection, and $Ash benignly follows suit. \ <<else>>”Now, strip!” You do as commanded. You’d almost find the order a little dull with how much you shed your clothes in front of Miss $Gray were your mind not more focused on the huge plastic cock dangling mere feet from your face.<</if>> <<if $ButtPlug is 1>> ”You won’t be needing this.” A violent jostle from your rear sends your faux calmness flying out the window as your teacher yanks the butt plug occupying your asshole out. You silently curse her for doing it without any warning, but at least your butt will handle the upcoming penetration from a much more active toy much better.<</if>> <<if $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>”Of course, we can’t start without any warm up, can we? Well, I suppose we could, but that’s a lesson for another day. Since you two are locked in chastity together, why don’t you rev each other’s engines a little?” $Gray2 stands eagerly there, observing as you and $Ash look at each other. She gives you an encouraging nod, and you know what you have to do. “You can go first” $Ash whispers to you, turning around and leaning over. Evening in such a humiliating pose, she tries to maintain a calm air about her, hoping that it’ll annoy your teacher. You can’t be sure, but that confidence does bleed its way into how you’re acting now, and you’re glad for that. You suck on your index finger, lubricating it well so that it goes in smoother for $Ash ‘s sake. Not really that you care so much for it being easy for her, but if you don’t show her much tenderness, you know she won’t when it’s your turn to have your asshole fingered. The hole in her chastity belt for acts such as this helps make a clear bulls eye around your target, and you slowly press your finger against her asshole gently, before applying some pressure. Your digit goes in pleasantly smoothly. You know from reading her diary that $Ash doesn’t have an extensive or rich history of having boyfriend, at least for that long, so the ease of it can clearly be attributed to some anal masturbation, a prospect which turns you on, and that’s on top of how turned on you feel by being inside a woman in such an intimate way. In fact, this is the most physically intimate you’ve ever been with someone. Sure, the moment’s slightly tainted by the circumstance, but you’re still strangely proud of yourself. You rhythmically start thrusting your finger inside of her anus, and you quickly zone out imagining your penis wasn’t stuck inside a cage, but rather where your finger is right now. “That’s enough, $name . $Ash is clearly a more advanced slut, and doesn’t need as much…foreplay. Swap places.” Regrettably, you follow $Gray2 ‘s orders, and await being on the receiving end. Even despite how nice you were, $Ash immediately doesn’t show that same generosity. Her hardly lubed up finger goes in with little for you to anticipate it, and it thrusts further and faster than yours did. That’s when you remember her forever grudge against you. Since you ratted her out to your teacher, if she has a chance to be rough with you, she’ll take it. It doesn’t matter much the reason anyway - if you brought up her harshness to her, she’d merely say she wanted you to be ready for $Gray2 , who’d show even less mercy, which probably isn’t true thanks to your unique relationship with your teacher, though that’s something you’ve yet to make clear to $Ash . “Okay, that’s enough preparation. It’s time for the real thing.” $Gray2 reflects for a moment, deciding something. “$Ash , you’ll go first.” She has your “girlfriend” lean over a table, perfectly positioning her ass for your teacher’s dildo. It’s strange to you that $Gray2 would prefer to fuck $Ash first, but you evaluate that that’s because your teacher thinks you’d enjoy seeing $Ash be fucked without being distracted by recovering from an anal pouding yourself. Another upside is that $Gray2 might be so exhausted from having sex with $Ash that she’ll have no choice but to go easier on you. Of course, there’s an obvious downside in how that means you’ll have less time to recover, and in your next lesson you’ll have to subtly clutch at your sore ass. $Ash ‘s pounding goes on for some time, and over the course of that 20 minutes or so, her formerly stoic expression slips to one were she’s obviously enjoying her asshole being fucked by $Gray2 . Fortunately for $Ash , the position means that your teacher can’t see the hard joy she’s experiencing. What $Gray2 can hear, however, is the moans that she accidently lets slide out of her mouth. [img[Images/P - Gray anal training.jpg]] “You don’t have to lie and pretend to me $Ash ! I know you’re enjoying this more than you’ve enjoyed anything else in your life. Admit it! Admit you like being my toy!” $Ash doesn’t answer, which seems only to encourage $Gray2 more, and she speeds up to a pace she’d be going at were her cock real, and she were about to cum, and $Ash ‘s involuntary moans are soon eclipsing the slapping of hip thrusting into ass. When your teacher is done with her first pupil, she leans over $Ash ‘s exhausted body, and whispers something undoubtedly taunting to her, before pulling out. “Now, the better behaved toy. You know what to do.” Following the example set, you lean over a desk, letting all your weight rest on it, allowing your ass to be a beacon for $Gray ‘s strapon. Your teacher’s entry is surprisingly gentle. She begins slowly, first letting the head of it enter you, before the rest of it slides smoothly in. While your asshole did close up a little during $Ash ‘s fucking, the tender onset of your fucking helps. But it doesn’t take long for $Gray2 to begin properly. Having your prostate pounded like this almost immediately gets you moaning, and unlike $Ash, you don’t have any intention of stifling it. This is the most action you’ve seen in a long time, and even if being ass fucked by your domineering isn’t your first choice of sex, you can still enjoy it. In fact, the dildo having just been in $Ash ‘s asshole makes it even hotter. Fingering was a turn on, but there’s something strangely hot, and almost cute, about having your juices smeared on the same plastic cock. It’s impossible to see, but you’re sure your exposed clitty is leaving long strings of precum on the table, and you hope you’ll be able to shoot the real thing soon.\ \ \ \ <<elseif $Home is 4>>”Of course, we can’t start without any warm up, can we? Well, I suppose we could, but that’s a lesson for another day. Since you two are locked in chastity together, why don’t you rev each other’s engines a little?” Miss $Gray stands eagerly there, observing as you and $Ash look at each other. She gives you an encouraging nod, and you know what you have to do. “You can go first” $Ash whispers to you, turning around and leaning over. Evening in such a humiliating pose, she tries to maintain a calm air about her, hoping that it’ll annoy your teacher. You can’t be sure, but that confidence does bleed its way into how you’re acting now, and you’re glad for that. You suck on your index finger, lubricating it well so that it goes in smoother for $Ash ‘s sake. Not really that you care so much for it being easy for her, but if you don’t show her much tenderness, you know she won’t when it’s your turn to have your asshole fingered. The hole in her chastity belt for acts such as this helps make a clear bulls eye around your target, and you slowly press your finger against her asshole gently, before applying some pressure. Your digit goes in pleasantly smoothly. You know from reading her diary that $Ash doesn’t have an extensive or rich history of having boyfriend, at least for that long, so the ease of it can clearly be attributed to some anal masturbation, a prospect which turns you on, and that’s on top of how turned on you feel by being inside a woman in such an intimate way. In fact, this is the most physically intimate you’ve ever been with someone. Sure, the moment’s slightly tainted by the circumstance, but you’re still strangely proud of yourself. You rhythmically start thrusting your finger inside of her anus, and you quickly zone out imagining your penis wasn’t stuck inside a cage, but rather where your finger is right now. “That’s enough, $name . $Ash is clearly a more advanced slut, and doesn’t need as much…foreplay. Swap places.” Regrettably, you follow Miss $Gray ‘s orders, and await being on the receiving end. Even despite how nice you were, $Ash immediately doesn’t show that same generosity. Her hardly lubed up finger goes in with little for you to anticipate it, and it thrusts further and faster than yours did. That’s when you remember her forever grudge against you. Since you ratted her out to your teacher, if she has a chance to be rough with you, she’ll take it. It doesn’t matter much the reason anyway - if you brought up her harshness to her, she’d merely say she wanted you to be ready for Miss $Gray , who’d show even less mercy. “Okay, that’s enough preparation. It’s time for the real thing.” Miss $Gray reflects for a moment, deciding something. “$name , you’ll go first.” She demands you pose your stripped form over a desk, facing the floor, perfectly positioning your ass for your teacher’s dildo. In the short moments of you getting into position, and the point of first entry, you guess that Miss $Gray wants to fuck you first since she cares more about turning you into a sissy than she does turning $Ash into a whore, and so you’ll be getting a much more energized Miss $Gray , while $Ash will have some sloppy seconds. The moment the head of the dildo first kisses your reticent butthole though, such thoughts quickly evaporate. There’s little subtlety that can ever be expected from Miss $Gray , at least when it comes to her training you, and she quickly begins ramming the fake cock into your rear vigorously. At first, the pain is the only thing you can take note of. While you’re certainly not completely inexperienced at having things shoved inside you like this, you’re certainly not to porn star levels of being ready for it. You’re even considering asking Miss $Gray to use more lubricant when the pain subsides, not entirely, but enough to feel something else instead. Pleasure, in fact. Pleasure which ramps up as your teacher thrusts harder and faster, until eventually you think Miss $Gray might be getting off on this as much as you are. It’s impossible to tell, since you can’t see her face. If she could see yours though, she’d see the look of an eager slut, gasping for breath in between pained moans of sexual ecstasy. You’re sure your exposed clitty is leaving long strings of precum on the table, and you hope you’ll be able to shoot the real thing soon.\ \ \ \ <<elseif $Home is 3>>”Of course, we can’t start without any warm up, can we? Well, I suppose we could, but that’s a lesson for another day. Now, bend over, and I’ll get you ready for this hard cock.” Obediently, you do, and wasting no time, Miss $Gray is already on you like a bag, her index finger slipping its way in between your cheeks, and poking at your reticent asshole. With just a little bit of pressure from her adept hand, the finger smoothly goes in, causing you to shudder a little as it goes anus exploring. The sensation is bizarre - neither particularly pleasurable nor uncomfortable. Even when your teacher starts finger fucking you, thrusting her finger in and out rhythmically as though she were metronome, it remains a weird feeling. You certainly could never reach orgasm like this, which you’ve seen enough porn stars do when pounded by a veiny 10 incher. But Miss $Gray intends on progressing to something much thicker and longer soon enough anyway. The finger exits with an aggressive pull away, and you assume your teacher is ready to move on, but MIss $Gray has never been predictable. The finger slithers at your now gaping anus, and it enters again, this time with another digit. Her middle and index fingers fuck you, and this time, you’re actually getting some amount of pleasure from it. In fact, having the girth of your penetrator be doubled like this almost gets you moaning, especially when Miss $Gray adds some vigor into her movements. The process repeats itself with 3 fingers, and now you’re moaning proper. And when she upgrades once more to 4, those moans become screams - screams of joy. Under different circumstances, this might even get you to cum, but Miss $Gray ‘s classroom doesn’t do it for you enough to get there. “That’s enough of that, sissy. Now you’re ready for my cock.” She inserts with no other warning with one violent motion, and she lets it sit there for a moment, allowing it to be another reminder of the power she has over you. Extending from her body is a lengthy dildo that’s now inside you. If there were a more literal example of the control she yields, you’d struggle to think of it. The girth of the cock as opposed to her fingers immediately makes it more uncomfortable, and yet strangely more of a turn-on, but when she begins slowly thrusting, you completely ignore that discomfort. The pleasure’s almost divine, and trumps all your other sexual experiences. It’s better than any wank you’ve had, or any handjob, blowjob, or even being inside a woman. Being fucked like this makes you feel on top of world, even as a bottom. Your past concerns about such an experience quickly evaporate, and you forget those pesky points you had circulating your mind, like “I don’t like cock” and “I’m not gay if I enjoy it, am I?” Those thoughts are actually replaced by some juxtaposed ideas, like “what can I do to feel this again?” “I wish I had experienced this sooner” and “I’m a cock whore now, aren’t I?” Miss $Gray can seemingly almost read your thoughts. “I know you’re loving this, girl. Tell me how much!” You answer in between pained gasps for breath. “I…love your…hard…cock. Please Miss… $Gray , go…faster!” “That’s what I wanted to hear, slut.” She thankfully fulfills your wish, plunging at your prostate with shocking aggression, almost making your tumble onto the floor, but you manage to maintain your footing. And once you do, you plant your hands on your ass cheeks, spreading them, which only serves to encourage Miss $Gray . You’re sure your exposed clitty is leaving long strings of precum on the table you’re leaning over, and you hope you’ll be able to shoot the real thing soon.<</if>> <<if $Pills gt 11>> Adding to the experience, is your boobs, which the table pushes into you. Their noticeable medium size adds to the scenario in your head. Miss $Gray is your horny boss, looking to take advantage of their skimpily dressed secretary.\ <<elseif $Pills gt 4>> Adding to the experience, is your boobs, which the table pushes into you. Even being small, they feel great when you’re getting fucked like this. The sensation adds to the feeling of you being a whore, getting taken by your boss for their sexual pleasure.<</if>>\ <<if $L gt 9>><<set $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1>>Your eager hands help spread your asscheeks further, and your teacher notices, taking it as a sign that she should plunge further inside you. Somehow, she goes faster too, fucking you at what you guess is over 200 thrusts per minute. Your moans are almost screams, and you grip at the table to stabilize yourself. Soon enough, your desire to shoot real cum manifests itself. “Harder!” “Harder! “HARDER!” Jizz squirts in the constraints of your chastity cage, leaking through the hole. The orgasm lasts heavenly long, and for a moment you lose track of where you are, what’s happening, and even who you are. You feel a pair of breasts settle on your back, and a voice whispers into your ear. “We’re not done until I am, sweetie.” Even though you’ve cum, the fucking goes on another, maybe 10 minutes, and you go from seeing stars, to becoming painfully of what’s happening. You’re still horny, but not nearly enough to cum again, and the discomfort of your prostate still being targeted grows into a unique kind of disgust at still being fucked. Eventually though, your teacher decides the man fucking you would have had enough, and she aggressively pulls out.\ <<elseif $L gt 4>>Your eager hands help spread your asscheeks further, and your teacher notices, taking it as a sign that she should plunge further inside you. Somehow, she goes faster too, fucking you at what you guess is over 200 thrusts per minute. Your moans are almost screams, and you grip at the table to stabilize yourself. Despite your hearty attempts, however, the elusive orgasm you try so hard to achieve remains unattainable, even after a further 20 minutes of rough fucking, with your teacher’s stamina not dropping for a moment. “That’s enough for today.” She pulls out with shocking carelessness. \ <<elseif $L lt 5>>The pounding continues, and even though you know it’s possible, you’d never be able to cum like this. You’re simply not horny enough. With that immediate understanding, you’re left feeling rather resigned whilst your teacher fucks your ass. Not even her encouraging words of “take it, slut!” and “tell me how much you enjoy this!” do much to turn you on, though you do capture those lustful phrases and imagine her in a lesbian porno, which might come in handy the next time you’re horny. It’s hard to tell how much longer the sex continues, but she eventually decides she’s finished, and pulls out with shocking carelessness.<</if>> <<if $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>”You’re improving, $name , good work. Though I don’t think you quite enjoyed it as much as $Ash did.” $Gray2 smirks, grinning at your friend. She’s obviously seething, but is powerless to do anything besides sit and take the mockery.\ <<elseif $Home is 4>>”Now, your turn, $Ash .” Miss $Gray notices the clear look of hatred on $Ash ‘s face. “Don’t pretend you’re not looking forward to me using you like the toy you are. I bet you’re even jealous I wanted fuck $name first, aren’t you?” $Ash silently gets into position. Her pounding goes on for some time, and over the course of that 20 minutes or so, her formerly stoic expression slips to one where she’s clearly trying to suppress a painful sense of joy. Fortunately for $Ash , the position means that your teacher can’t see the hard joy she’s experiencing. What Miss $Gray can hear, however, is the moans that $Ash accidently lets slip out of her mouth. [img[Images/P - Gray anal training.jpg]] “You don’t have to lie and pretend to me $Ash ! I know you’re enjoying this more than you’ve enjoyed anything else in your life. Admit it! Admit you like being my toy!” $Ash doesn’t answer, which seems only to encourage Miss $Gray more, and she speeds up to a pace she’d be going at were her cock real, and she were about to cum, and $Ash ‘s involuntary moans are soon eclipsing the slapping of hip thrusting into ass. When your teacher is done with her second pupil, she leans over $Ash ‘s exhausted body, and whispers something undoubtedly taunting to her, before pulling out.\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>”You’re improving $name , good work.” You feel strangely proud of her compliment, but she doesn’t want to boost your ego too much. “Don’t let it go to your head; you have a good teacher.”<</if>> Your teacher dismisses you once the bell rings, and you hurriedly dress again before leaving. <<if $L gt 8>>[[12-3d<-Continue][$H to 13, $L to 2, $S to $S - 2]]\ <<elseif $L gt 4>>[[12-3d<-Continue][$H to 13, $L to $L + 2, $S to $S + 1]]\ <<elseif $L lt 5>>[[12-3d<-Continue][$H to 13, $L to $L + 2]]<</if>>

<<set $LipstickToilet = ["Don’t let $name near your boyfriend", "$name swallows", "$name kisses Miss $Gray ‘s ass", "$name licks $Ash ‘s feet", "$name ‘s asshole is looser than my pussy around Mr Hawt"]>>\ <<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $AnalS to $AnalS + 1>>\ <<if $Home is 2>>Rather than have to spend another hour without her company, Mistress $Ash kindly sought you out so that she might train you to be a better sissy.<<else>>It’s lunch, which might mean a moment to relax, but $Ash has other plans.<</if>> She leads you by the hand to a disused toilet. <<if $JenLevel gt 3>>Even these deserted facilities still update the rare user about your sissy life, no doubt thanks to $Jen ‘s handiwork after you failed to hand her money. "<<print $LipstickToilet.random()>>" the biggest piece of lipstick art proclaims.<</if>> From her handbag, you watch as she pulls out a leather harness, along with a pink rubber dildo. She equips them both. “Get yourself ready for me, girl. I want you in your lingerie, eager for my cock.” You do as you’re told, until you’re little more than a poorly dressed slut for $Ash . <<if $ButtPlug is 1>>”You won’t need this either.” she yanks the butt plug inside of you aggressively out, and you immediately start worrying if that’s the kind of care she’s going to show you for the proceeding anal sex session.<</if>> You’re on all fours, waiting for <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <<else>>$Ash to begin, but she doesn’t seem like she’s about to anytime soon. You look around from your submissive position to see her looking disappointed at you. “Did you forget to lube your toy up? You don’t want me going in raw, do you?” She’s stroking the strapon, encouraging you to suck on it. Staying on your knees, you crawl over to it, and begin to lubricate it. If your saliva is going to be the only thing to ensure it goes in smoothly, you’re going to a damn good job sucking it. Fortunately, the last week was about just that. When you’re done, it’s shining well enough to reflect the ceiling, which makes you bizarrely proud. You look up at <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash<<else>>$Ash <</if>>, who’s now smiling, let you know it’s time. Once again, in this dingy, disused toilet, you get on all fours, and await your anal pounding to begin. <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash painfully teases you by waiting, but you don’t dare disrespect her by looking back, or asking her to begin.<<else>>$Ash lets the moment drag out, with you dreading the commencement more and more with each passing second.<</if>> Her cold hand on your butt cheeks sends shivers down your spine as she gets into position. The cold latex of the dildo prods around your asshole, and not accidentally. <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <<else>>$Ash <</if>>could easily slide it inside, but she wants to play with you more.<</if>> Each slap of the fake cock against your intimate regions increases your anticipation, until she finally does eventually put the strapon inside you. And in that one moment, she decided to drop all considerations of being gentle. It enters in one violent motion, and you feel like you’re impaled in some cruel Roman execution method. It’s so sudden and aggressive, that for a brief moment, you completely forget where you are, who’s doing this to you, and how you got here. But once she starts moving in and out rhythmically, those thoughts come flooding back to you. <<if $Home is 2>>”Thank you Mistress $Ash !”<<else>>//It feels like I’m being fucked by women in my life everyday. At least $Ash is being honest about it now.//<</if>> After a couple of minutes, your asshole is welcoming enough of the intruder that it hurts less, and actually starts to feel enjoyable. “Curve you back upwards, sissy. People love seeing those sexy curves when they’re fucking you.” <<if $Home is 2>>You gratefully follow your Goddess' advice, and it somehow feels better for you too.<<else>>You follow her command, lest she get enraged and find a way to make this worse. Surprisingly though, it actually feels better like this.<</if>> In fact, you think the dildo is having an easier time reaching your prostate. This slight change of position takes you from gasping for breath, to moaning, and asking for her to go harder and faster. You feel almost on the verge of cumming. <<if $Home is 1 and $L lt 5>>The pounding goes on for some time, and although precum does leak out your caged clitty, you’re not even close to actually finishing. Perhaps, it might seem, you need a place a little more romantic than a toilet. $Ash ‘s stamina eventually wanes, though she keeps going regardless, promising that a man wouldn’t stop until he wants to. The sloppifying of her technique takes you further away from the edge, until you feel as different from this experience as when she first started. She pulls out after her thrusts slow to a crawl, which really does make you feel like a man just came inside you. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 and $L lt 9>>The pounding goes on for some time, and precum leaks like a faucet out of your caged clitty. You close your eyes to imagine a better place where you can cum rather than this toilet. But even in your fantasies, you’re still the one with a dildo in your ass. You’re just about to finally release a torrent of cum when $Ash is slowing down. You gasp in horror, and start thrusting yourself into her cock. “Aww, what’s the matter sissy? Want more of my hard dick? That’s a shame, but a woman doesn’t always get to cum, and neither do whores. You just have to learn to enjoy making other people orgasm, and I’m sure if this dick were real, I would have easily painted your insides with my jizz.” She pulls out, and you want to start begging for more of her cock, but you’re too exhausted from being pounded for that long. You collapse on the floor, your asshole still quivering. $Ash leaves you there, letting you recover alone like a used prostitute before you have to get going to your next client. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 and $L gt 8>>The pounding goes on for some time, and precum leaks like a faucet out of your caged clitty. It doesn’t even matter that you’re in a disgusting toilet with walls covered in graffiti and a penetrator who cares nothing for your pleasure. In fact, those elements only seem to help you in your efforts to cum. Your sweaty-palmed hands grasp at the floor for grip, and, finding none, instead help spread your ass cheeks, which $Ash laughs at. “I’ve trained you well.” She keeps fucking and fucking, with each thrust seemingly going straight to your prostate, so it’s only inevitable that your pent up cum finally shoots out. Moans of ecstasy escape from your lips as you reach an orgasm from anal only. Your upper body collapses on the floor, your chastity cage slipping in the semen that just escaped it. In your post orgasmic bliss, you don’t where you are, and rest your head on the ceramic floor. $Ash keeps pounding regardless, until she becomes exhausted too, pulling out roughly, but you’re too tired to care. She takes off the dildo and harness, leaving you in the stall. Wid thoughts cross your mind, like hoping $Ash is even harder next time, or that you could never fuck a woman like she just fucked you, so you’re better of being a sissy. You can barely recover in time for your next lesson, which you stroll to, still mentally in the toilets, whilst clutching your sore ass. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S - 2, $L to 2, $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 2 and $L lt 9>>Mistress $Ash ‘s pounding goes on for what feels like forever, and yet still not long enough. You’re glad to be giving her pleasure, of course, but you can’t shoo away the thoughts that you might be able to cum yourself. Those selfish ideas might cause you distress, but you’re too turned on to care. Being near your Goddess anyway makes you horny, but it’s immeasurable when she’s fucking you so generously in the ass. Those feelings of being near the edge don’t dissipate over the time you have sex for, but frustratingly, they don’t grow either. It’s like being on top of a building, right next to the edge, but with cement shoes on. No matter how much you try, you can’t finish. Mistress $Ash eventually decides she’s done, praising you for being a good whore, which makes you feel even worse about your own desires. She gives your hair a rub, and now that you’re over the anal sex, you’re sure that one moment of physical praise would be better than any orgasm. She meanders out after taking off the strapon, and you do your best to recover from the rough pounding. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S - 2, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 2 and $L gt 8>>Mistress $Ash ‘s pounding goes on for what feels like forever. You’re glad to be giving her pleasure, of course, but you can’t shoo away the thoughts that you might be able to cum yourself. Those selfish ideas might cause you distress, but you’re too turned on to care. Being near your Goddess anyway makes you horny, but it’s immeasurable when she’s fucking you so generously in the ass. Those feelings accumulate, until eventually you’re just about to… “Don’t you dare cum, sissy! I can recognize those moans, and if you release that load, I’ll disown you as a sissy slave. Do you hear me?” “Yes Mistress!” Distraught from her threats, you immediately try to distract yourself from cumming by imaging anything else. Thankfully, the fucking doesn’t go on much longer, so it’s an easy task. Still, the threat lingers in your head. Mistress really doesn’t want you to cum. //Of course she doesn’t. It’s not appropriate for a sissy// Your Goddess takes off her strapon, and observes her toy, noticing you’re still shook from her threat. “Aww, I’m sorry if I was a little harsh on you, but you know how important it is to be strict on such a weak minded little sissy. We can’t have you thinking it’s okay to cum without permission, can we?” “No, Mistress, you’re right.” “Of course I am.” She strokes your hair a little, before helping you get dressed, and then walking you to your next lesson. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S +1, $L to $L + 1]]<</if>>

<<if $Day3 is 1 and $SC7 gt 1 and $SC7 lt 9>><<set $SC7 to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 gt 0 and $SC7 lt 9 and $GrayLunchFail is 0>><<set $SC7 to $SC7 + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 is 6>><<set $SC7 to 9>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<include [[Chapter 4 Class]]>> <<if $Home gte 3>>[[14-3 Gray<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>[[14-3 Ash<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $CumS to $CumS + 1, $AnalS to $AnalS + 1>>\ <<if $ExposeAsh is 0>>You arrive in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray , nervously awaiting your lunchtime training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 0>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 1>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of $Gray2 the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.<</if>> <<if $Home is 4>>“I’ve trained both of your asses enough. It’s time to add something else to your training - something sluts have more trouble with than being fucked.”\ <<else>>“I’ve trained your ass enough. It’s time to add something else to your training - something sluts have more trouble with than being fucked.”<</if>> She waltzes out from behind her desk. She’s dressed in her usual stunning attire, even with the strapon that you’ve become accustomed to. [img[Images/P - Gray strap on skirt.jpg]] <<if $Home is 4>>“Today, not only will I be training your asses, but your throats too, as well as adding a new skill into the mix.”\ <<else>>“Today, not only will I be training your ass, but your throat too, as well as adding a new skill into the mix.”<</if>> From a drawer in her desk, she takes out a mysterious black bottle. There’s barely any labels on it, which isn’t regulation in this day and age. And the few words that there are describing the product, surely can’t align with what’s inside, right? <<if $Home is 3>>“This cocktail was quite hard to get my hands on, but some beautiful scientist came up with the very thing I needed to train you to be the best sissy.”<<else>>“This cocktail was quite hard to get my hands on, but some beautiful scientist came up with the very thing I needed to train you to be the best sluts for me.”<</if>> She reads the label on the bottle. “100% accurate cum, with a flawlessly unmistakable taste, sticky texture and creamy smell. Perfect for imitation or addition.” She smiles, reveling in the prospect of using the item. <<if $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>”Now, both of you, strip!” You’re no stranger to doing this in front of $Gray2 thanks to her daily inspection, and $Ash benignly follows suit. \ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>”Now, both of you, strip!” You’re no stranger to doing this in front of Miss $Gray thanks to her daily inspection, and $Ash benignly follows suit. \ <<else>>”Now, strip!” You do as commanded. You’d almost find the order a little dull with how much you shed your clothes in front of Miss $Gray were your mind not more focused on the bottle of synthetic cum.<</if>> <<if $ButtPlug is 1>> ”You won’t be needing this.” A violent jostle from your rear sends your faux calmness flying out the window as your teacher yanks the butt plug occupying your asshole out. You silently curse her for doing it without any warning, but at least your butt will handle the upcoming penetration from a much more active toy much better.<</if>> “We’re going to be so busy today that we don’t have time for a warmup. Isn’t that a shame?” She sarcastically quips. \ <<if $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>”$Ash , you’ll go first. I’m sure you’ve swallowed much more cum than $name has, so you’re going to set a great example for her, aren’t you?” Your friend holds back her true feelings, and instead looks up, perfectly smiling at your teacher. “Yes, Miss $Gray .” “Good girl. Now, open wide.” $Ash obediently does as she’s told, sucking on the dildo with surprising voracity. It seems like the longer she’s in her chastity belt, the more impatient she’s getting, until she just wants these lunchtime training sessions to be over, so she tries to give such a good blowjob that $Gray2 might be satisfied sooner. Of course, maybe being unable to orgasm makes her actually want to suck the fake cock, even if it is attached to the woman she most despises. “That’s a good whore. How about you tell me how much you love my dildo before I fill your mouth?” “I…I love your cock, Miss $Gray . I think about it all day, and I just want it inside of me. And when I actually get a chance to have it, I get so wet inside my chastity belt.” Your teacher is grinning from ear to ear. “I’m actually starting to believe you. You’ve earned your reward.” Like a treat to a well behaved pet, your teacher takes the bottle of cum, and squirts a heavy load into $Ash ‘s wide mouth. It’s far more than you would have ever cum in a single load, and it trumps some of the most alpha pornstars you’ve seen. “But no swallowing. I want that semen still in your mouth when I’m done fucking you. Do you understand?” $Ash closes her mouth and nods. Going second in this training, you’ve no idea if the fake cum tastes like its real counterpart. $Gray2 has $Ash lean over a table like she did before. She positions herself perfectly behind her, and enters the awaiting asshole, with the only thing serving as lubricant being the saliva $Ash slobbered over it. Even with the lack of a warmup, $Ash doesn’t wince at the hard phallus entering her, either because it actually doesn’t bother her, or because she doesn’t want $Gray2 to have the satisfaction of thinking it does. [img[Images/P - Gray anal training.jpg]] The anal pounding goes on just as it did before: $Gray2 teases $Ash with her words, while $Ash is left moaning at the dildo ravaging her rear, only now unable to open her mouth. Your teacher, interestingly, loses patience fairly quickly. Perhaps not getting the rise out of $Ash that she wants is the reason she pulls out so soon, or maybe it’s because she’s more interested in training you. Either way, the succinct fucking and withdrawl leaves $Ash shocked, and almost looking disappointed. $Gray2 spins her around, and inspects her mouth, and if it’s still full, as though she were a perverted dentist. “Hmm, perhaps a couple drops of cum escaped. You did adequately, $Ash .” Your friend shrugs off the derision, surely proud of herself for not snapping at your teacher. “You may swallow now.” There’s a heavy gulp, followed by $Ash showing off her now empty mouth. $Gray2 looks pleased. “I’ve wasted enough time on you today. $name , it’s your turn.” On your knees, with your eyes just above the dildo you’ve become intimately familiar with as of late, you suck it without having to be told to begin. Of course, it’s more than lubed up already, so it’s mostly a formality, but you know $Gray2 enjoys her routines. Eventually, she decides your mouth has had enough cock today, and it’s time for it to enjoy something else. With the bottle of cum in her hands, she squirts first a little, then a lot, and then almost a mouthful’s worth of fake jizz in your waiting mouth, with hardly any warning. The texture and taste is intimidating in such a large amount, and you’d almost spit some out were it not for your teacher’s finger on your lips. “I don’t want a single spilled drop, sweetie. This is something you need to get good at.” Though she justifies it as training, you’re sure the extra amount of cum was because of $Gray2 ‘s anger at $Ash misapplied to you. Your teacher positions you over a table and places herself and her spit-covered dildo behind your butt. The first thrust inside you is sudden, and almost makes you gasp in shock, but, surprisingly, no cum leaves your mouth. After that, it doesn’t take $Gray2 long to start thrusting properly, and that’s when you’re met with the hardest task you’ve ever had since starting at Farrix - harder than any homework or assignment, $Gray2 ‘s included. After being locked in a chastity cage for most of your recent memory, it’s natural that you’re going to enjoy, love even, being fucked in the ass, but the desire to moan is so great that you have no idea how the cum could possibly stay in your mouth. Even after the 10th or so thrust, you’re sure the feat is impossible. You start to go glassy eyed, and zone out thinking about nothing - only enjoying the experience. Evidently, you were moaning more than you thought you were when $Gray2 pounded your ass before. It’s so hard to concentrate on not letting cum slip out of your mouth, you don’t even get close to letting any slip out of your chastity cage. Your teacher continues fucking you into oblivion, your brain likely resembling a warm paste from your lack of thoughts. Eventually, though, the dildo extracts itself from your bereaving butthole. “Now, let me see your mouth. If there’s any cum that’s slipped out, I’m going to be annoyed, sissy.” While you can feel the stains of dried cum staining your chin, $Gray2 either doesn’t notice, or doesn’t point it out. When you open your mouth for her, she smiles widely. “That’s exactly what I wanted to see. Be a good whore, and swallow it for me. Swallow all of it.” Slowly, you close your lips, and open the floodgates, allowing the cum to finally go down your throat. The taste is overwhelming in its strength. Perhaps a spoonful would’ve been manageable, but the small jug’s worth you had to take was too much for a cum virgin, and you cough, grimacing at the taste as it goes down. $Gray2 inspects the contents of your mouth, clearly pleased. “Good job, $name . That was just the first load of many.” $Ash and you recover, getting dressed too, whilst your teacher returns to her work. And in the few minutes spare between the start of your next lesson, you wonder whether it was you or $Ash that was lucky for $Gray2 preferring to fuck you.\ <<elseif $Home is 4>>”$name , you’ll be going first. I trust you’ll set a great example of obedience to $Ash , won’t you?” Your friend gives you an encouraging glance, and if she can play along with your teacher’s mind games, then so can you. “Yes, Miss $Gray .” “Good girl. Now, open wide.” You’re no stranger to this now, and letting your lips part for the fake phallus comes as naturally as stripping for your teacher in the morning. In fact, you’re more than going at the dildo; Miss $Gray seems a little stunned at your willingness to blow it. Of course, you pragmatically excuse it as making the proceeding anal pounding easier, but your teacher takes a great pride in the eagerness you show regardless. “That’s a good whore. How about you tell me how much you love my dildo before I fill your mouth?” “I…love your fake cock…Miss $Gray . And…I can’t wait for it to enter my ass.” “My my, you are an eager slut, I’ve certainly trained you well. But before that, you have to understand the main purpose of this teaching.” She grabs the bottle of fake cum, and squirts a droplet on the tip of her strapon. “Show me how much you want my cum, sissy.” Looking up at her, the expression she wears is the only one you could expect. She’s beaming with glee that she took you from a disappointing man, to a sissy slut, looking up at her with a tongue reaching towards the cum on her strapon. With another glance at the fake jizz, you envelop the head of the dildo with your mouth, taking the cum along with it. “Good. Now, swish it around in your mouth, and show me, $name . I want to see my cum in your mouth.” You let it mix with your saliva, and swirl it around, cheek to cheek, each time it floating over your tongue. You’re getting a clear taste of it, and almost annoyingly, it’s not awful, or even bad. Of course, that could change when you swallow it. Following Miss $Gray ‘s instructions, you open your mouth for her, showing off the contents. “What a hot display. I Think you’re ready for load number two.” With the bottle still in her hand, she squirts some directly into your mouth, and it’s so much you almost tell her to stop, but you obediently sit still, lest it dribble down your lips and chin, and then onto your clothes. When she’s done, your mouth feels at maximum capacity. “I want you to leave that cum in there, whore. Let it set and take up space inside you, exactly where it belongs. I don’t want you to even think about any leaking out, or about swallowing any of it. Understand?” You nod your head. “Good. Because now I’m going to fuck you, and no matter how good it feels, you can’t open your mouth to moan.” She has you lean over a desk, like you’re used to, and positions herself and her spit-covered dildo behind your butt. The first thrust inside you is sudden, and almost makes you gasp in shock, but no cum leaves your mouth. After that, it doesn’t take Miss $Gray long to start thrusting properly, and that’s when you’re met with the hardest task you’ve ever had since starting at Farrix - harder than any homework or assignment, Miss $Gray ‘s included. After being locked in a chastity cage for most of your recent memory, it’s natural that you’re going to enjoy, love even, being fucked in the ass, but the desire to moan is so great that you have no idea how the cum could possibly stay in your mouth. Even after the 10th or so thrust, you’re sure the feat is impossible. You start to go glassy eyed, and zone out thinking about nothing - only enjoying the experience. Evidently, you were moaning more than you thought you were when Miss $Gray pounded your ass before. Your teacher continues fucking you into oblivion, your brain likely resembling a warm paste from your lack of thoughts. Eventually, though, the dildo extracts itself from your bereaving butthole. Still dazed and confused, Miss $Gray spins you around, and insects your slightly agape mouth. Cum is drooling down your chin like melted ice cream and you hadn’t even noticed. By and large though, Miss $Gray seems impressed at the amount of cum still left in your mouth. “Not bad, slut. But now I want to see what any man would expect of you. I want you to swallow that load for me. All of it.” Still loopy from the pounding, you barely understand the words you hear, but understand the need to swallow the cum inside you regardless. With one hearty gulp, all that cum travels down your throat, causing a pungent taste that wakes you up with a jaunt. It’s a heavy, unmistakable taste, and one you’d want to wash down with some water, but of course, Miss $Gray wouldn’t allow that. “Good girl. I want you to get used to that taste. I want cum still on your breath by the end of the day, do you understand?” You blindly nod, hoping she doesn’t have any intention of actually checking. “Good. I’m sure you did much better than $Ash will.” Your teacher turns to her. “Care to prove me wrong?” $Ash snarkily gets into position on her knees and responds. “Oh, yes Miss $Gray , I can’t wait to be fucked by you!” “I’ll get that attitude out of you soon enough. Now, open wide for your treat.” With the same bottle of cum in her hand, she doesn’t just squirt some jizz into $Ash ‘s mouth: she’s downright trying to drown her! The cum pools up and almost begins overflowing, but Miss $Gray stops just short of that. Evidently, $Ash ‘s words struck a nerve, because it’s far more than you had to hold. Her mouth closes, and its fullness almost makes her look like a chipmunk stashing nuts. After that, your teacher wastes no time in positioning the source of her frustration on a table, and lunging the dildo inside in a single swoop, immediately causing an expression of shock on $Ash ‘s face. It almost makes her drop some cum, but she calms herself as the fucking begins. [img[Images/P - Gray anal training.jpg]] Just like you did, $Ash struggles to hold in the cum whilst also moaning. “Where’s that attitude of yours now, $Ash ?” “Mmmm!” Watching the fucking thankfully takes your attention away from the taste of cum in your mouth, on top of being the hot sight that it always was, and will continue to be. In fact, after seeing Miss $Gray being a top to someone else, you’re beginning to notice the signs that she’s getting tired. She’s leaning more on the table now, and is going at a less stable rhythm, but that doesn’t stop $Ash from sounding like she’s approaching an orgasm. “Mmm, MMM, harder!” Miss $Gray leans over, even more irritated. “How are you talking?” On the desk below $Ash ‘s face, there’s a puddle of cum. It seems you were a bigger slut than her, since you could handle it. “You dumb bitch, I gave you a command, and you disobey it?” Your teacher wraps a hand on the back of $Ash ‘s head, and uses it like a cloth, wiping her face against the pool of cum, smearing it over her cheeks, forehead, and even her hair. She then violently pulls out, which gets the biggest moan of all from $Ash . Miss $Gray takes off the dildo and returns to her work, permitting you and $Ash to get dressed again. “Great work today, $name . You should be proud.” Strangely, you are. Looking at $Ash , meanwhile, you see a crusty layer of dried cum has formed on most of her face, which she half-heartedly tries to brush away, too defeated to put in proper effort.\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>”Now, get my cock wet, and then I’ll give you the cum you want so much.” With no choice in the matter, you go about sucking the cock exactly how you’ve been taught by Miss $Gray : first by wetting the tip, then by wrapping your lips around it from the side, and finally by letting it plunge down your throat proper. Thankfully, wetting the dildo with your mouth will not only serve to make the proceeding anal fucking go much easier, but having a well salivated mouth should make taking a load of cum go smoother too. “That’ll do” Miss $Gray begins, pulling out, though there’s still lines of spit connecting your mouth to her cock, “it’s time for your treat. Open wide!” With an agape mouth and nervous eyes, you watch your teacher squirt a slow dropping wad of cum straight inside of you. It pools up quickly, covering your tongue. “Good slut. But here’s the challenge sissy: you can’t swallow until I tell you, understand?” You slowly nod, closing your mouth. “I’m going to fuck you senseless, and when I’m done, I want you to show me that full load, and then you may swallow it for me.” She positions you in a familiar stance - face down over a desk - and lines up the dildo with your rear. “I hope you gave that quick blowjob your all.” The head of the dildo rams into you with zero chance of anticipation, and a pained moan leaves your mouth, though it manages to stay closed. Miss $Gray lets your nerves increase by not thrusting, playing with your hair a little. The moment’s so palpable that you almost ask her to begin her pounding, but that proves to be unnecessary as her hips slowly slide into 1st gear. It hurts slightly at first, naturally, but you quickly acclimatize to the dildo, your prior experiences of anal sex the past week helping. “How do you like that, slut? Are you wanting to ask me to go harder? Well too bad, this isn’t about you, it’s about the man that’ll be abusing your hole. It’s your job to worry about other things, like if your makeup is holding up, if you’ll need to change lingerie for the next man to come along, or in this case, to not let that cum leave your mouth.” Uncontrollable moans resonate from you, and it takes great strength to not open your mouth to voice them further, but strangely, the fact that you can’t hurts, even more so than when the dildo was first thrusting without any warm up. And as Miss $Gray begins pounding faster, you feel even more pained at being unable to voice your approval, or ask for it to go even faster, or even to thank your teacher for helping you experience such a heavenly sensation; Muffled moans are the best you can offer, but they seem to do their job in encouraging Miss $Gray . The pounding goes on for some time, a concept which escapes your lust-filled mind, and while you do constantly feel on the verge of squirting something from your chastity cage, the moment never comes, likely because you’re far too busy trying not to lose any of the cum in your mouth. Afterall, the best way to show appreciation for Miss $Gray ‘s great dick is to follow her instructions. “That’s enough for today, slut.” She pulls out, leaving your quivering anus in a state of sadness. Your teacher wastes no time in yanking your head off the table, and inspecting your mouth, which remained loyally closed and clamped shut, despite the great temptations to open it. “Good, it doesn’t look like you spilled a single drop. But I want to make sure - open up and let me see the semen inside you.” Slowly, not wanting to drop any at the final hurdle, you do let Miss $Gray proudly gaze at the pool of cum still resting in your mouth, like you were nothing more than a glass for storing sexual fluids. Your teacher smiles, but she wants more still. “It’s not enough to just be able to hold it, you need to be able to swallow it too. So do it for me, swallow all of my semen in a single movement.” Nervously, your lips meet again, and with the curtain down, you open the floodgates, letting the cum travel down inside you properly, making you immediately balk at the strong taste. When your mouth opens again, Miss $Gray is even more pleased than before. “Good girl, I’m proud of you, $name . At this rate, you’ll make a great sex toy in no time at all.” Blushing at the compliment, she returns to her desk, allowing you to get dressed, and trying to ignore the heavy taste of cum still lingering inside your mouth.<</if>> [[12-3d<-Continue][$L to $L + 2, $S to $S - 1]]

“Wrong!” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash screams out, stopping you before you do anything more. “Wrong, wrong, wrong. You should be able to figure this out for yourself without me needing to tell you.” She sighs, shaking her head. Out of frustration, or as punishment, she takes your left hand, and rubs the remaining cum all over your face, creating an unmistakable strange, gooey feeling. “I can’t believe how incompetent you are sometimes. You better get better, because if you don’t I have an especially cruel punishment in mind.” She groans yet again, walking out of the toilet and leaving you behind. You spend the rest of the hour wiping the cum off your face before it dries, but washing it with just water only dilutes the mess and makes it drip onto the rest of you further, but it’s not like there’s much to rub the fake semen off with. There’s no toilet paper in this toilet which the whole school seems to have forgotten about, and your blouse and skirt is far too visible for stains, particularly those with the unmistakable color and texture of cum, and the longer you spend trying to clean yourself, the more it becomes obvious that the scent is sticking. When the bell rings, you resign yourself from those efforts, and head to your next lesson. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash interrupts you, halting you. “Wrong, wrong, wrong. You should be able to figure this out for yourself without me needing to tell you.” She sighs, shaking her head. At your failing of her instructions, she takes your left hand, and rubs the remaining cum all over your face, creating an unmistakable strange, gooey feeling. “No matter how much time I put into training you, you always fail me - why is that, sissy?” “I’m sorry Mistress.” “”I’m sorry” isn’t going to cut it when you have 2 men fucking you with another 8 waiting their turns, is it? You need to get better, sissy, fast, because I only have so much patience.” Mistress $Ash storms out, leaving you in tears at having disappointed the only person whose opinion you truly care about. Those cries soon flood your face, making the cum there even messier, until it starts dripping down the rest of your body, though you hardly care. It’s only when the bell rings that you clear up your appearance a little, and head to your next lesson, still depressed at having upset Mistress $Ash . [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S + 2]]<</if>>

You dip a nervous index finger into the pool of cum, letting it coat your digit a bit, before moving that finger up to your lips. Looking up at <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash<<else>>Mistress $Ash<</if>> , you give her your best whore eyes you can, before popping the cum coated finger into your mouth, sucking the faux semen off like you were licking up melted ice cream from a cone. “Good sissy. A single finger is incredibly suggestive, so it’s great for teasing someone, and it also can help get you in the mood for swallowing cum since it’s only a small amount. What’s next?” [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Drip cum into mouth]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Dip a finger in and suck it]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Wipe up cum and eat it]] [[Ash Cum 2<-Lick up some cum from hand]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Lick lips]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Spread cum over face]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Paint lips with cum]]

You raise your hand, while also moving your head towards it, meeting the pool of cum in the middle. Your stuck out tongue laps a couple tentative scoops of cum up, getting a better taste this time. “Licking the cum is a good escalation from sucking on your finger, and really lets someone know straight away how cum hungry you are. What next?” [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Drip cum into mouth]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Dip a finger in and suck it]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Wipe up cum and eat it]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Lick up some cum from hand]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Lick lips]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Spread cum over face]] [[Ash Cum 3<-Paint lips with cum]]

With your sucked on index finger and middle finger, you swipe a line through the cum and feel those two fingers now stuck lightly together thanks to the adhesive liquid. Then, you paint your lips with them. It’s a strange sensation. The cum somewhat binds your lips together, and while it takes next to no effort to break that bond, when you close your mouth again, the sticky solution mixes once more. If you had a mirror to look in, you’re sure your lips would be reflective, as though it were a homemade lipgloss. [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet cum.jpg]] “Now you’re really getting across that you’re a slut who not only likes the taste of cum, but enjoys playing with it, and being seen as being such a whore. What next?” [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Drip cum into mouth]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Dip a finger in and suck it]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Wipe up cum and eat it]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Lick up some cum from hand]] [[Ash Cum 4<-Lick lips]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Spread cum over face]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Paint lips with cum]]

Like you were licking your lips after a messy snack, you wipe your lips with your tongue, getting another taste of the cum there, but leaving enough on your lips to still create an impression. “It’s almost like flirting, but of course, this would happen far past that. Well, for a slut like you, maybe 10 minutes after, but still. What next?” [[Ash Cum 5<-Drip cum into mouth]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Dip a finger in and suck it]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Wipe up cum and eat it]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Lick up some cum from hand]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Lick lips]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Spread cum over face]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Paint lips with cum]]

Now, you decide to use the hand of cum more directly in showing off your cum connoisseurship. You raise it above your face, and tilt both that hand and your face. The cum slides teasingly slowly down your palm, and some off it doesn’t drop at all: it travels down your wrist instead. When the puddle of cum does decide to flow as intended, it does so in heavy drops that still dangle from your palm like a spider, or icicles from a frosty cave. The load slaps the side of your face before you reorient it into your mouth, where it pools up on your tongue. When the cum is split roughly evenly between the two, you stop pouring, letting <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<else>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> appreciate the sight that’s to be found in your cum coated mouth. “You look so hot right now, but you can’t just leave all that cum in there, can you?” She half-rhetorically asks, as though she wanted you to come up with a solution yourself. The answer comes when you let the jizz slide down your throat, like a self-flushing urinal. <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<else>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> smiles at the empty mouth you open up to let her see. “You look like a total whore right now. What next?” [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Drip cum into mouth]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Dip a finger in and suck it]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Wipe up cum and eat it]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Lick up some cum from hand]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Lick lips]] [[Ash Cum 6<-Spread cum over face]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Paint lips with cum]]

With the remaining half a cup of semen, you dial your slutty gear to maximum, and decide to throw any thoughts of grace out of the window. Using your hand like a paint roller, you run it along your face, decorating it in the sticky substance. <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<else>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> is smiling at the sultry display, almost giggling at what you’ve done to yourself for her approval. “Could you imagine how you would have reacted when we first met if I told you what I’d be getting you to do for me?” <<if $Home is 1>>//Probably call you crazy. I’d be right.//<<else>>//I can’t believe I ever thought of Mistress as anything less than divinity manifest//<</if>> “What next?” [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Drip cum into mouth]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Dip a finger in and suck it]] [[Ash Cum 7<-Wipe up cum and eat it]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Lick up some cum from hand]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Lick lips]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Spread cum over face]] [[Ash Cum Wrong<-Paint lips with cum]]

<<set $AshCumGame to 1>>\ [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet cum 2.jpg]] Using both your hands to finish your task, you swipe the cum from your face before it has a chance to dry, collecting it and then sucking your fingers clean. The process repeats itself until you’ve cleaned your face entirely, almost like a cat would. The degenerative display of depraved desire impresses <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<else>>Mistress $Ash <</if>>, who cackles at you milking every last drop from your meal. “Good sissy, very good. You’ve shown up pornstars with how quickly you’ve mastered being such a whore. You should be proud.” <<if $Home is 1>>Strangely enough, you somewhat are. //If only I were paid like a pornstar// $Ash laughs some more about how quickly you’ve adapted to your role in life, before leaving to go to class. After checking your face and clothing is free of cum in the mirror, you follow suit. [[12-3d<-Continue][$L to $L + 1]]\ <<else>> //I’m always happy to impress Mistress// Your goddess laughs some more about how submissive you are, and how quickly you picked up such an intricate skill, before she sadly has to go to another lesson. [[12-3d<-Continue][$L to $L + 1, $S to $S - 1]]<</if>>

<<if $Day3 is 1 and $SC7 gt 1 and $SC7 lt 9>><<set $SC7 to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 gt 0 and $SC7 lt 9 and $GrayLunchFail is 0>><<set $SC7 to $SC7 + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 is 6>><<set $SC7 to 9>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<include [[Chapter 4 Class]]>> <<if $Home gte 3>>[[14-4 Gray<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>[[14-4 Ash<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $CumS to $CumS + 1, $AnalS to $AnalS + 1>>\ <<if $ExposeAsh is 0>>You arrive in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray , nervously awaiting your lunchtime training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 0>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 1>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of $Gray2 the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.<</if>> <<if $Home is 4>>“I hope you're ready for some more cum training, girls.”\ <<else>>“I hope you're ready for some more cum training.”<</if>> She waltzes out from behind her desk. She’s dressed in her usual stunning attire, even with the strapon that you’ve become accustomed to. [img[Images/P - Gray strap on skirt.jpg]] <<if $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>”Now, both of you, strip!” You’re no stranger to doing this in front of $Gray2 thanks to her daily inspection, and $Ash benignly follows suit. \ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>”Now, both of you, strip!” You’re no stranger to doing this in front of Miss $Gray thanks to her daily inspection, and $Ash benignly follows suit. \ <<else>>”Now, strip!” You do as commanded. You’d almost find the order a little dull with how much you shed your clothes in front of Miss $Gray were your mind not more focused on the bottle of synthetic cum.<</if>> <<if $ButtPlug is 1>> ”You won’t be needing this.” A violent jostle from your rear sends your faux calmness flying out the window as your teacher yanks the butt plug occupying your asshole out. You silently curse her for doing it without any warning, but at least your butt will handle the upcoming penetration from a much more active toy much better.<</if>> “We’re going to be so busy today that we don’t have time for a warmup. Isn’t that a shame?” She sarcastically quips. \ <<if $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>”$Ash , you’ll go first. I’m sure you’ve swallowed much more cum than $name has, so you’re going to set a great example for her, aren’t you?” Your friend holds back her true feelings, and instead looks up, perfectly smiling at your teacher. “Yes, Miss $Gray .” “Good girl. Now, open wide.” $Ash obediently does as she’s told, sucking on the dildo with surprising voracity. It seems like the longer she’s in her chastity belt, the more impatient she’s getting, until she just wants these lunchtime training sessions to be over, so she tries to give such a good blowjob that $Gray2 might be satisfied sooner. Of course, maybe being unable to orgasm makes her actually want to suck the fake cock, even if it is attached to the woman she most despises. “That’s a good whore. How about you tell me how much you love my dildo before I fill your mouth?” “I…I love your cock, Miss $Gray . I think about it all day, and I just want it inside of me. And when I actually get a chance to have it, I get so wet inside my chastity belt.” Your teacher is grinning from ear to ear. “I’m actually starting to believe you. You’ve earned your reward.” Like a treat to a well behaved pet, your teacher takes the bottle of cum, and squirts a heavy load into $Ash ‘s wide mouth. It’s far more than you would have ever cum in a single load, and it trumps some of the most alpha pornstars you’ve seen. “But no swallowing. I want that semen still in your mouth when I’m done fucking you. Do you understand?” $Ash closes her mouth and nods. Going second in this training, you’ve no idea if the fake cum tastes like its real counterpart. $Gray2 has $Ash lean over a table like she did before. She positions herself perfectly behind her, and enters the awaiting asshole, with the only thing serving as lubricant being the saliva $Ash slobbered over it. Even with the lack of a warmup, $Ash doesn’t wince at the hard phallus entering her, either because it actually doesn’t bother her, or because she doesn’t want $Gray2 to have the satisfaction of thinking it does. [img[Images/P - Gray anal training.jpg]] The anal pounding goes on just as it did before: $Gray2 teases $Ash with her words, while $Ash is left moaning at the dildo ravaging her rear, only now unable to open her mouth. Your teacher, interestingly, loses patience fairly quickly. Perhaps not getting the rise out of $Ash that she wants is the reason she pulls out so soon, or maybe it’s because she’s more interested in training you. Either way, the succinct fucking and withdrawl leaves $Ash shocked, and almost looking disappointed. $Gray2 spins her around, and inspects her mouth, and if it’s still full, as though she were a perverted dentist. “Hmm, perhaps a couple drops of cum escaped. You did adequately, $Ash .” Your friend shrugs off the derision, surely proud of herself for not snapping at your teacher. “You may swallow now.” There’s a heavy gulp, followed by $Ash showing off her now empty mouth. $Gray2 looks pleased. “I’ve wasted enough time on you today. $name , it’s your turn.” On your knees, with your eyes just above the dildo you’ve become intimately familiar with as of late, you suck it without having to be told to begin. Of course, it’s more than lubed up already, so it’s mostly a formality, but you know $Gray2 enjoys her routines. Eventually, she decides your mouth has had enough cock today, and it’s time for it to enjoy something else. With the bottle of cum in her hands, she squirts first a little, then a lot, and then almost a mouthful’s worth of fake jizz in your waiting mouth, with hardly any warning. The texture and taste is intimidating in such a large amount, and you’d almost spit some out were it not for your teacher’s finger on your lips. “I don’t want a single spilled drop, sweetie. This is something you need to get good at.” Though she justifies it as training, you’re sure the extra amount of cum was because of $Gray2 ‘s anger at $Ash misapplied to you. Your teacher positions you over a table and places herself and her spit-covered dildo behind your butt. The first thrust inside you is sudden, and almost makes you gasp in shock, but, surprisingly, no cum leaves your mouth. After that, it doesn’t take $Gray2 long to start thrusting properly, and that’s when you’re met with the hardest task you’ve ever had since starting at Farrix - harder than any homework or assignment, $Gray2 ‘s included. After being locked in a chastity cage for most of your recent memory, it’s natural that you’re going to enjoy, love even, being fucked in the ass, but the desire to moan is so great that you have no idea how the cum could possibly stay in your mouth. Even after the 10th or so thrust, you’re sure the feat is impossible. You start to go glassy eyed, and zone out thinking about nothing - only enjoying the experience. Evidently, you were moaning more than you thought you were when $Gray2 pounded your ass before. It’s so hard to concentrate on not letting cum slip out of your mouth, you don’t even get close to letting any slip out of your chastity cage. Your teacher continues fucking you into oblivion, your brain likely resembling a warm paste from your lack of thoughts. Eventually, though, the dildo extracts itself from your bereaving butthole. “Now, let me see your mouth. If there’s any cum that’s slipped out, I’m going to be annoyed, sissy.” While you can feel the stains of dried cum staining your chin, $Gray2 either doesn’t notice, or doesn’t point it out. When you open your mouth for her, she smiles widely. “That’s exactly what I wanted to see. Be a good whore, and swallow it for me. Swallow all of it.” Slowly, you close your lips, and open the floodgates, allowing the cum to finally go down your throat. The taste is overwhelming in its strength. Perhaps a spoonful would’ve been manageable, but the small jug’s worth you had to take was too much for a cum virgin, and you cough, grimacing at the taste as it goes down. $Gray2 inspects the contents of your mouth, clearly pleased. “Good job, $name . That was just the first load of many.” $Ash and you recover, getting dressed too, whilst your teacher returns to her work. And in the few minutes spare between the start of your next lesson, you wonder whether it was you or $Ash that was lucky for $Gray2 preferring to fuck you.\ <<elseif $Home is 4>>”$name , you’ll be going first. I trust you’ll set a great example of obedience to $Ash , won’t you?” Your friend gives you an encouraging glance, and if she can play along with your teacher’s mind games, then so can you. “Yes, Miss $Gray .” “Good girl. Now, open wide.” You’re no stranger to this now, and letting your lips part for the fake phallus comes as naturally as stripping for your teacher in the morning. In fact, you’re more than going at the dildo; Miss $Gray seems a little stunned at your willingness to blow it. Of course, you pragmatically excuse it as making the proceeding anal pounding easier, but your teacher takes a great pride in the eagerness you show regardless. “That’s a good whore. How about you tell me how much you love my dildo before I fill your mouth?” “I…love your fake cock…Miss $Gray . And…I can’t wait for it to enter my ass.” “My my, you are an eager slut, I’ve certainly trained you well. But before that, you have to understand the main purpose of this teaching.” She grabs the bottle of fake cum, and squirts a droplet on the tip of her strapon. “Show me how much you want my cum, sissy.” Looking up at her, the expression she wears is the only one you could expect. She’s beaming with glee that she took you from a disappointing man, to a sissy slut, looking up at her with a tongue reaching towards the cum on her strapon. With another glance at the fake jizz, you envelop the head of the dildo with your mouth, taking the cum along with it. “Good. Now, swish it around in your mouth, and show me, $name . I want to see my cum in your mouth.” You let it mix with your saliva, and swirl it around, cheek to cheek, each time it floating over your tongue. You’re getting a clear taste of it, and almost annoyingly, it’s not awful, or even bad. Of course, that could change when you swallow it. Following Miss $Gray ‘s instructions, you open your mouth for her, showing off the contents. “What a hot display. I Think you’re ready for load number two.” With the bottle still in her hand, she squirts some directly into your mouth, and it’s so much you almost tell her to stop, but you obediently sit still, lest it dribble down your lips and chin, and then onto your clothes. When she’s done, your mouth feels at maximum capacity. “I want you to leave that cum in there, whore. Let it set and take up space inside you, exactly where it belongs. I don’t want you to even think about any leaking out, or about swallowing any of it. Understand?” You nod your head. “Good. Because now I’m going to fuck you, and no matter how good it feels, you can’t open your mouth to moan.” She has you lean over a desk, like you’re used to, and positions herself and her spit-covered dildo behind your butt. The first thrust inside you is sudden, and almost makes you gasp in shock, but no cum leaves your mouth. After that, it doesn’t take Miss $Gray long to start thrusting properly, and that’s when you’re met with the hardest task you’ve ever had since starting at Farrix - harder than any homework or assignment, Miss $Gray ‘s included. After being locked in a chastity cage for most of your recent memory, it’s natural that you’re going to enjoy, love even, being fucked in the ass, but the desire to moan is so great that you have no idea how the cum could possibly stay in your mouth. Even after the 10th or so thrust, you’re sure the feat is impossible. You start to go glassy eyed, and zone out thinking about nothing - only enjoying the experience. Evidently, you were moaning more than you thought you were when Miss $Gray pounded your ass before. Your teacher continues fucking you into oblivion, your brain likely resembling a warm paste from your lack of thoughts. Eventually, though, the dildo extracts itself from your bereaving butthole. Still dazed and confused, Miss $Gray spins you around, and insects your slightly agape mouth. Cum is drooling down your chin like melted ice cream and you hadn’t even noticed. By and large though, Miss $Gray seems impressed at the amount of cum still left in your mouth. “Not bad, slut. But now I want to see what any man would expect of you. I want you to swallow that load for me. All of it.” Still loopy from the pounding, you barely understand the words you hear, but understand the need to swallow the cum inside you regardless. With one hearty gulp, all that cum travels down your throat, causing a pungent taste that wakes you up with a jaunt. It’s a heavy, unmistakable taste, and one you’d want to wash down with some water, but of course, Miss $Gray wouldn’t allow that. “Good girl. I want you to get used to that taste. I want cum still on your breath by the end of the day, do you understand?” You blindly nod, hoping she doesn’t have any intention of actually checking. “Good. I’m sure you did much better than $Ash will.” Your teacher turns to her. “Care to prove me wrong?” $Ash snarkily gets into position on her knees and responds. “Oh, yes Miss $Gray , I can’t wait to be fucked by you!” “I’ll get that attitude out of you soon enough. Now, open wide for your treat.” With the same bottle of cum in her hand, she doesn’t just squirt some jizz into $Ash ‘s mouth: she’s downright trying to drown her! The cum pools up and almost begins overflowing, but Miss $Gray stops just short of that. Evidently, $Ash ‘s words struck a nerve, because it’s far more than you had to hold. Her mouth closes, and its fullness almost makes her look like a chipmunk stashing nuts. After that, your teacher wastes no time in positioning the source of her frustration on a table, and lunging the dildo inside in a single swoop, immediately causing an expression of shock on $Ash ‘s face. It almost makes her drop some cum, but she calms herself as the fucking begins. [img[Images/P - Gray anal training.jpg]] Just like you did, $Ash struggles to hold in the cum whilst also moaning. “Where’s that attitude of yours now, $Ash ?” “Mmmm!” Watching the fucking thankfully takes your attention away from the taste of cum in your mouth, on top of being the hot sight that it always was, and will continue to be. In fact, after seeing Miss $Gray being a top to someone else, you’re beginning to notice the signs that she’s getting tired. She’s leaning more on the table now, and is going at a less stable rhythm, but that doesn’t stop $Ash from sounding like she’s approaching an orgasm. “Mmm, MMM, harder!” Miss $Gray leans over, even more irritated. “How are you talking?” On the desk below $Ash ‘s face, there’s a puddle of cum. It seems you were a bigger slut than her, since you could handle it. “You dumb bitch, I gave you a command, and you disobey it?” Your teacher wraps a hand on the back of $Ash ‘s head, and uses it like a cloth, wiping her face against the pool of cum, smearing it over her cheeks, forehead, and even her hair. She then violently pulls out, which gets the biggest moan of all from $Ash . Miss $Gray takes off the dildo and returns to her work, permitting you and $Ash to get dressed again. “Great work today, $name . You should be proud.” Strangely, you are. Looking at $Ash , meanwhile, you see a crusty layer of dried cum has formed on most of her face, which she half-heartedly tries to brush away, too defeated to put in proper effort.\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>”Now, get my cock wet, and then I’ll give you the cum you want so much.” With no choice in the matter, you go about sucking the cock exactly how you’ve been taught by Miss $Gray : first by wetting the tip, then by wrapping your lips around it from the side, and finally by letting it plunge down your throat proper. Thankfully, wetting the dildo with your mouth will not only serve to make the proceeding anal fucking go much easier, but having a well salivated mouth should make taking a load of cum go smoother too. “That’ll do” Miss $Gray begins, pulling out, though there’s still lines of spit connecting your mouth to her cock, “it’s time for your treat. Open wide!” With an agape mouth and nervous eyes, you watch your teacher squirt a slow dropping wad of cum straight inside of you. It pools up quickly, covering your tongue. “Good slut. But here’s the challenge sissy: you can’t swallow until I tell you, understand?” You slowly nod, closing your mouth. “I’m going to fuck you senseless, and when I’m done, I want you to show me that full load, and then you may swallow it for me.” She positions you in a familiar stance - face down over a desk - and lines up the dildo with your rear. “I hope you gave that quick blowjob your all.” The head of the dildo rams into you with zero chance of anticipation, and a pained moan leaves your mouth, though it manages to stay closed. Miss $Gray lets your nerves increase by not thrusting, playing with your hair a little. The moment’s so palpable that you almost ask her to begin her pounding, but that proves to be unnecessary as her hips slowly slide into 1st gear. It hurts slightly at first, naturally, but you quickly acclimatize to the dildo, your prior experiences of anal sex the past week helping. “How do you like that, slut? Are you wanting to ask me to go harder? Well too bad, this isn’t about you, it’s about the man that’ll be abusing your hole. It’s your job to worry about other things, like if your makeup is holding up, if you’ll need to change lingerie for the next man to come along, or in this case, to not let that cum leave your mouth.” Uncontrollable moans resonate from you, and it takes great strength to not open your mouth to voice them further, but strangely, the fact that you can’t hurts, even more so than when the dildo was first thrusting without any warm up. And as Miss $Gray begins pounding faster, you feel even more pained at being unable to voice your approval, or ask for it to go even faster, or even to thank your teacher for helping you experience such a heavenly sensation; Muffled moans are the best you can offer, but they seem to do their job in encouraging Miss $Gray . The pounding goes on for some time, a concept which escapes your lust-filled mind, and while you do constantly feel on the verge of squirting something from your chastity cage, the moment never comes, likely because you’re far too busy trying not to lose any of the cum in your mouth. Afterall, the best way to show appreciation for Miss $Gray ‘s great dick is to follow her instructions. “That’s enough for today, slut.” She pulls out, leaving your quivering anus in a state of sadness. Your teacher wastes no time in yanking your head off the table, and inspecting your mouth, which remained loyally closed and clamped shut, despite the great temptations to open it. “Good, it doesn’t look like you spilled a single drop. But I want to make sure - open up and let me see the semen inside you.” Slowly, not wanting to drop any at the final hurdle, you do let Miss $Gray proudly gaze at the pool of cum still resting in your mouth, like you were nothing more than a glass for storing sexual fluids. Your teacher smiles, but she wants more still. “It’s not enough to just be able to hold it, you need to be able to swallow it too. So do it for me, swallow all of my semen in a single movement.” Nervously, your lips meet again, and with the curtain down, you open the floodgates, letting the cum travel down inside you properly, making you immediately balk at the strong taste. When your mouth opens again, Miss $Gray is even more pleased than before. “Good girl, I’m proud of you, $name . At this rate, you’ll make a great sex toy in no time at all.” Blushing at the compliment, she returns to her desk, allowing you to get dressed, and trying to ignore the heavy taste of cum still lingering inside your mouth.<</if>> [[12-3d<-Continue][$L to $L + 2, $S to $S - 1]]

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<<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $CumS to $CumS + 1, $AnalS to $AnalS + 1>>\ <<if $ExposeAsh is 0>>You arrive in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray , nervously awaiting your lunchtime training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 0>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 1>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of $Gray2 the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.<</if>> <<if $Home is 4>>“I hope you're ready for some more cum training, girls.”\ <<else>>“I hope you're ready for some more cum training.”<</if>> She waltzes out from behind her desk. She’s dressed in her usual stunning attire, even with the strapon that you’ve become accustomed to. [img[Images/P - Gray strap on skirt.jpg]] <<if $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>”Now, both of you, strip!” You’re no stranger to doing this in front of $Gray2 thanks to her daily inspection, and $Ash benignly follows suit. \ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>”Now, both of you, strip!” You’re no stranger to doing this in front of Miss $Gray thanks to her daily inspection, and $Ash benignly follows suit. \ <<else>>”Now, strip!” You do as commanded. You’d almost find the order a little dull with how much you shed your clothes in front of Miss $Gray were your mind not more focused on the bottle of synthetic cum.<</if>> <<if $ButtPlug is 1>> ”You won’t be needing this.” A violent jostle from your rear sends your faux calmness flying out the window as your teacher yanks the butt plug occupying your asshole out. You silently curse her for doing it without any warning, but at least your butt will handle the upcoming penetration from a much more active toy much better.<</if>> “We’re going to be so busy today that we don’t have time for a warmup. Isn’t that a shame?” She sarcastically quips. \ <<if $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>”$Ash , you’ll go first. I’m sure you’ve swallowed much more cum than $name has, so you’re going to set a great example for her, aren’t you?” Your friend holds back her true feelings, and instead looks up, perfectly smiling at your teacher. “Yes, Miss $Gray .” “Good girl. Now, open wide.” $Ash obediently does as she’s told, sucking on the dildo with surprising voracity. It seems like the longer she’s in her chastity belt, the more impatient she’s getting, until she just wants these lunchtime training sessions to be over, so she tries to give such a good blowjob that $Gray2 might be satisfied sooner. Of course, maybe being unable to orgasm makes her actually want to suck the fake cock, even if it is attached to the woman she most despises. “That’s a good whore. How about you tell me how much you love my dildo before I fill your mouth?” “I…I love your cock, Miss $Gray . I think about it all day, and I just want it inside of me. And when I actually get a chance to have it, I get so wet inside my chastity belt.” Your teacher is grinning from ear to ear. “I’m actually starting to believe you. You’ve earned your reward.” Like a treat to a well behaved pet, your teacher takes the bottle of cum, and squirts a heavy load into $Ash ‘s wide mouth. It’s far more than you would have ever cum in a single load, and it trumps some of the most alpha pornstars you’ve seen. “But no swallowing. I want that semen still in your mouth when I’m done fucking you. Do you understand?” $Ash closes her mouth and nods. Going second in this training, you’ve no idea if the fake cum tastes like its real counterpart. $Gray2 has $Ash lean over a table like she did before. She positions herself perfectly behind her, and enters the awaiting asshole, with the only thing serving as lubricant being the saliva $Ash slobbered over it. Even with the lack of a warmup, $Ash doesn’t wince at the hard phallus entering her, either because it actually doesn’t bother her, or because she doesn’t want $Gray2 to have the satisfaction of thinking it does. [img[Images/P - Gray anal training.jpg]] The anal pounding goes on just as it did before: $Gray2 teases $Ash with her words, while $Ash is left moaning at the dildo ravaging her rear, only now unable to open her mouth. Your teacher, interestingly, loses patience fairly quickly. Perhaps not getting the rise out of $Ash that she wants is the reason she pulls out so soon, or maybe it’s because she’s more interested in training you. Either way, the succinct fucking and withdrawl leaves $Ash shocked, and almost looking disappointed. $Gray2 spins her around, and inspects her mouth, and if it’s still full, as though she were a perverted dentist. “Hmm, perhaps a couple drops of cum escaped. You did adequately, $Ash .” Your friend shrugs off the derision, surely proud of herself for not snapping at your teacher. “You may swallow now.” There’s a heavy gulp, followed by $Ash showing off her now empty mouth. $Gray2 looks pleased. “I’ve wasted enough time on you today. $name , it’s your turn.” On your knees, with your eyes just above the dildo you’ve become intimately familiar with as of late, you suck it without having to be told to begin. Of course, it’s more than lubed up already, so it’s mostly a formality, but you know $Gray2 enjoys her routines. Eventually, she decides your mouth has had enough cock today, and it’s time for it to enjoy something else. With the bottle of cum in her hands, she squirts first a little, then a lot, and then almost a mouthful’s worth of fake jizz in your waiting mouth, with hardly any warning. The texture and taste is intimidating in such a large amount, and you’d almost spit some out were it not for your teacher’s finger on your lips. “I don’t want a single spilled drop, sweetie. This is something you need to get good at.” Though she justifies it as training, you’re sure the extra amount of cum was because of $Gray2 ‘s anger at $Ash misapplied to you. Your teacher positions you over a table and places herself and her spit-covered dildo behind your butt. The first thrust inside you is sudden, and almost makes you gasp in shock, but, surprisingly, no cum leaves your mouth. After that, it doesn’t take $Gray2 long to start thrusting properly, and that’s when you’re met with the hardest task you’ve ever had since starting at Farrix - harder than any homework or assignment, $Gray2 ‘s included. After being locked in a chastity cage for most of your recent memory, it’s natural that you’re going to enjoy, love even, being fucked in the ass, but the desire to moan is so great that you have no idea how the cum could possibly stay in your mouth. Even after the 10th or so thrust, you’re sure the feat is impossible. You start to go glassy eyed, and zone out thinking about nothing - only enjoying the experience. Evidently, you were moaning more than you thought you were when $Gray2 pounded your ass before. It’s so hard to concentrate on not letting cum slip out of your mouth, you don’t even get close to letting any slip out of your chastity cage. Your teacher continues fucking you into oblivion, your brain likely resembling a warm paste from your lack of thoughts. Eventually, though, the dildo extracts itself from your bereaving butthole. “Now, let me see your mouth. If there’s any cum that’s slipped out, I’m going to be annoyed, sissy.” While you can feel the stains of dried cum staining your chin, $Gray2 either doesn’t notice, or doesn’t point it out. When you open your mouth for her, she smiles widely. “That’s exactly what I wanted to see. Be a good whore, and swallow it for me. Swallow all of it.” Slowly, you close your lips, and open the floodgates, allowing the cum to finally go down your throat. The taste is overwhelming in its strength. Perhaps a spoonful would’ve been manageable, but the small jug’s worth you had to take was too much for a cum virgin, and you cough, grimacing at the taste as it goes down. $Gray2 inspects the contents of your mouth, clearly pleased. “Good job, $name . That was just the first load of many.” $Ash and you recover, getting dressed too, whilst your teacher returns to her work. And in the few minutes spare between the start of your next lesson, you wonder whether it was you or $Ash that was lucky for $Gray2 preferring to fuck you.\ <<elseif $Home is 4>>”$name , you’ll be going first. I trust you’ll set a great example of obedience to $Ash , won’t you?” Your friend gives you an encouraging glance, and if she can play along with your teacher’s mind games, then so can you. “Yes, Miss $Gray .” “Good girl. Now, open wide.” You’re no stranger to this now, and letting your lips part for the fake phallus comes as naturally as stripping for your teacher in the morning. In fact, you’re more than going at the dildo; Miss $Gray seems a little stunned at your willingness to blow it. Of course, you pragmatically excuse it as making the proceeding anal pounding easier, but your teacher takes a great pride in the eagerness you show regardless. “That’s a good whore. How about you tell me how much you love my dildo before I fill your mouth?” “I…love your fake cock…Miss $Gray . And…I can’t wait for it to enter my ass.” “My my, you are an eager slut, I’ve certainly trained you well. But before that, you have to understand the main purpose of this teaching.” She grabs the bottle of fake cum, and squirts a droplet on the tip of her strapon. “Show me how much you want my cum, sissy.” Looking up at her, the expression she wears is the only one you could expect. She’s beaming with glee that she took you from a disappointing man, to a sissy slut, looking up at her with a tongue reaching towards the cum on her strapon. With another glance at the fake jizz, you envelop the head of the dildo with your mouth, taking the cum along with it. “Good. Now, swish it around in your mouth, and show me, $name . I want to see my cum in your mouth.” You let it mix with your saliva, and swirl it around, cheek to cheek, each time it floating over your tongue. You’re getting a clear taste of it, and almost annoyingly, it’s not awful, or even bad. Of course, that could change when you swallow it. Following Miss $Gray ‘s instructions, you open your mouth for her, showing off the contents. “What a hot display. I Think you’re ready for load number two.” With the bottle still in her hand, she squirts some directly into your mouth, and it’s so much you almost tell her to stop, but you obediently sit still, lest it dribble down your lips and chin, and then onto your clothes. When she’s done, your mouth feels at maximum capacity. “I want you to leave that cum in there, whore. Let it set and take up space inside you, exactly where it belongs. I don’t want you to even think about any leaking out, or about swallowing any of it. Understand?” You nod your head. “Good. Because now I’m going to fuck you, and no matter how good it feels, you can’t open your mouth to moan.” She has you lean over a desk, like you’re used to, and positions herself and her spit-covered dildo behind your butt. The first thrust inside you is sudden, and almost makes you gasp in shock, but no cum leaves your mouth. After that, it doesn’t take Miss $Gray long to start thrusting properly, and that’s when you’re met with the hardest task you’ve ever had since starting at Farrix - harder than any homework or assignment, Miss $Gray ‘s included. After being locked in a chastity cage for most of your recent memory, it’s natural that you’re going to enjoy, love even, being fucked in the ass, but the desire to moan is so great that you have no idea how the cum could possibly stay in your mouth. Even after the 10th or so thrust, you’re sure the feat is impossible. You start to go glassy eyed, and zone out thinking about nothing - only enjoying the experience. Evidently, you were moaning more than you thought you were when Miss $Gray pounded your ass before. Your teacher continues fucking you into oblivion, your brain likely resembling a warm paste from your lack of thoughts. Eventually, though, the dildo extracts itself from your bereaving butthole. Still dazed and confused, Miss $Gray spins you around, and insects your slightly agape mouth. Cum is drooling down your chin like melted ice cream and you hadn’t even noticed. By and large though, Miss $Gray seems impressed at the amount of cum still left in your mouth. “Not bad, slut. But now I want to see what any man would expect of you. I want you to swallow that load for me. All of it.” Still loopy from the pounding, you barely understand the words you hear, but understand the need to swallow the cum inside you regardless. With one hearty gulp, all that cum travels down your throat, causing a pungent taste that wakes you up with a jaunt. It’s a heavy, unmistakable taste, and one you’d want to wash down with some water, but of course, Miss $Gray wouldn’t allow that. “Good girl. I want you to get used to that taste. I want cum still on your breath by the end of the day, do you understand?” You blindly nod, hoping she doesn’t have any intention of actually checking. “Good. I’m sure you did much better than $Ash will.” Your teacher turns to her. “Care to prove me wrong?” $Ash snarkily gets into position on her knees and responds. “Oh, yes Miss $Gray , I can’t wait to be fucked by you!” “I’ll get that attitude out of you soon enough. Now, open wide for your treat.” With the same bottle of cum in her hand, she doesn’t just squirt some jizz into $Ash ‘s mouth: she’s downright trying to drown her! The cum pools up and almost begins overflowing, but Miss $Gray stops just short of that. Evidently, $Ash ‘s words struck a nerve, because it’s far more than you had to hold. Her mouth closes, and its fullness almost makes her look like a chipmunk stashing nuts. After that, your teacher wastes no time in positioning the source of her frustration on a table, and lunging the dildo inside in a single swoop, immediately causing an expression of shock on $Ash ‘s face. It almost makes her drop some cum, but she calms herself as the fucking begins. [img[Images/P - Gray anal training.jpg]] Just like you did, $Ash struggles to hold in the cum whilst also moaning. “Where’s that attitude of yours now, $Ash ?” “Mmmm!” Watching the fucking thankfully takes your attention away from the taste of cum in your mouth, on top of being the hot sight that it always was, and will continue to be. In fact, after seeing Miss $Gray being a top to someone else, you’re beginning to notice the signs that she’s getting tired. She’s leaning more on the table now, and is going at a less stable rhythm, but that doesn’t stop $Ash from sounding like she’s approaching an orgasm. “Mmm, MMM, harder!” Miss $Gray leans over, even more irritated. “How are you talking?” On the desk below $Ash ‘s face, there’s a puddle of cum. It seems you were a bigger slut than her, since you could handle it. “You dumb bitch, I gave you a command, and you disobey it?” Your teacher wraps a hand on the back of $Ash ‘s head, and uses it like a cloth, wiping her face against the pool of cum, smearing it over her cheeks, forehead, and even her hair. She then violently pulls out, which gets the biggest moan of all from $Ash . Miss $Gray takes off the dildo and returns to her work, permitting you and $Ash to get dressed again. “Great work today, $name . You should be proud.” Strangely, you are. Looking at $Ash , meanwhile, you see a crusty layer of dried cum has formed on most of her face, which she half-heartedly tries to brush away, too defeated to put in proper effort.\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>”Now, get my cock wet, and then I’ll give you the cum you want so much.” With no choice in the matter, you go about sucking the cock exactly how you’ve been taught by Miss $Gray : first by wetting the tip, then by wrapping your lips around it from the side, and finally by letting it plunge down your throat proper. Thankfully, wetting the dildo with your mouth will not only serve to make the proceeding anal fucking go much easier, but having a well salivated mouth should make taking a load of cum go smoother too. “That’ll do” Miss $Gray begins, pulling out, though there’s still lines of spit connecting your mouth to her cock, “it’s time for your treat. Open wide!” With an agape mouth and nervous eyes, you watch your teacher squirt a slow dropping wad of cum straight inside of you. It pools up quickly, covering your tongue. “Good slut. But here’s the challenge sissy: you can’t swallow until I tell you, understand?” You slowly nod, closing your mouth. “I’m going to fuck you senseless, and when I’m done, I want you to show me that full load, and then you may swallow it for me.” She positions you in a familiar stance - face down over a desk - and lines up the dildo with your rear. “I hope you gave that quick blowjob your all.” The head of the dildo rams into you with zero chance of anticipation, and a pained moan leaves your mouth, though it manages to stay closed. Miss $Gray lets your nerves increase by not thrusting, playing with your hair a little. The moment’s so palpable that you almost ask her to begin her pounding, but that proves to be unnecessary as her hips slowly slide into 1st gear. It hurts slightly at first, naturally, but you quickly acclimatize to the dildo, your prior experiences of anal sex the past week helping. “How do you like that, slut? Are you wanting to ask me to go harder? Well too bad, this isn’t about you, it’s about the man that’ll be abusing your hole. It’s your job to worry about other things, like if your makeup is holding up, if you’ll need to change lingerie for the next man to come along, or in this case, to not let that cum leave your mouth.” Uncontrollable moans resonate from you, and it takes great strength to not open your mouth to voice them further, but strangely, the fact that you can’t hurts, even more so than when the dildo was first thrusting without any warm up. And as Miss $Gray begins pounding faster, you feel even more pained at being unable to voice your approval, or ask for it to go even faster, or even to thank your teacher for helping you experience such a heavenly sensation; Muffled moans are the best you can offer, but they seem to do their job in encouraging Miss $Gray . The pounding goes on for some time, a concept which escapes your lust-filled mind, and while you do constantly feel on the verge of squirting something from your chastity cage, the moment never comes, likely because you’re far too busy trying not to lose any of the cum in your mouth. Afterall, the best way to show appreciation for Miss $Gray ‘s great dick is to follow her instructions. “That’s enough for today, slut.” She pulls out, leaving your quivering anus in a state of sadness. Your teacher wastes no time in yanking your head off the table, and inspecting your mouth, which remained loyally closed and clamped shut, despite the great temptations to open it. “Good, it doesn’t look like you spilled a single drop. But I want to make sure - open up and let me see the semen inside you.” Slowly, not wanting to drop any at the final hurdle, you do let Miss $Gray proudly gaze at the pool of cum still resting in your mouth, like you were nothing more than a glass for storing sexual fluids. Your teacher smiles, but she wants more still. “It’s not enough to just be able to hold it, you need to be able to swallow it too. So do it for me, swallow all of my semen in a single movement.” Nervously, your lips meet again, and with the curtain down, you open the floodgates, letting the cum travel down inside you properly, making you immediately balk at the strong taste. When your mouth opens again, Miss $Gray is even more pleased than before. “Good girl, I’m proud of you, $name . At this rate, you’ll make a great sex toy in no time at all.” Blushing at the compliment, she returns to her desk, allowing you to get dressed, and trying to ignore the heavy taste of cum still lingering inside your mouth.<</if>> [[12-3d<-Continue][$L to $L + 2, $S to $S - 1]]

<<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $AshR to $AshR - 1>>\ <<if $Home is 2>>Rather than have to spend another hour without her company, Mistress $Ash kindly sought you out so that she might train you to be a better sissy.<<else>>It’s lunch, which might mean a moment to relax, but $Ash has other plans.<</if>> That said, there’s an even crueler glint in her eyes than normal, and based on how you’ve yet to impress her with your cum swallowing abilities, you might have ran out of the rest of her patience. She leads you by the hand to a disused toilet. “Sometimes I wonder if you’re just looking to upset me on purpose. Well, are you? Because even with my expert training, you’ve failed to do anything worth showing off with the fake cum that I make for you.” She reflects for a moment. <<if $Home is 1>>”Back when you wore the girl’s uniform for me for the very first time, I truly thought that was your blossoming moment as a sissy - that all your resistance was in the past and you had finally accepted your calling, but evidently not. A special punishment is in store, don’t you think?”<<else>>"It’s almost like you don't appreciate your Goddess.” “I’m sorry Mistress! I’ll be better!” “Just think of all the sissies out there who would kill to have me as a trainer to them, but I go out of my way to help you instead.” “I’ll do anything to make it up to you.” “I go to such efforts to assist you in your journey, like taking time out of my day to pound your face and butt with a dildo, and then making a special concoction of cum, but I just don’t feel like you value it as much as you should.” You drop your head, dejected for causing your Mistress to think this way. “A special punishment is in store, don’t you think?”<</if>> [[15-2 Ash Cum Accept<-Accept your punishment]] <<if $Home is 1>>[[15-2 Ash Cum Argue<-Argue with her]]<<else>>You could never argue with Mistress<</if>>

<<set $AshCumGame to 2>>\ <<if $Home is 1>>You don’t appreciate or approve of being punished, but when it’s going to happen regardless of your input, you might as well accept it without a fight, which $Ash smiles at, seeing yet another display of your submission. “Good girl.”\ <<else>>With her obvious disappointment, it’s clear you deserve to be punished, so you’re glad to accept it, especially if it provides Mistress $Ash with some amount of satisfaction. “Good girl.”<</if>> She retrieves something from her bag. It’s almost the same cup of cum you’ve come to expect, only this time it’s supersized: a jug filled to the brim, and even leaking down the side, with her recipe for fake cum. $Ash removes the lid, immediately letting its unmistakable scent into the air. There’s a wicked smile that forms across her beautiful face, before she dumps the bucket of cum right into your face and hair. You react with static shock, like you were just splashed with a puddle of water from a passing car. Your face is coated with the stuff, and your hair feels ten times as heavy. Amazed that she really just doused you with the faux semen, your mouth opens, accidentally allowing the cum to slide down into it. <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash does nothing but laugh at the pathetic sight in front of her, clearly proud of herself. She doesn’t even feel the need to lecture you anymore - she knows the act alone is enough. She strolls out of the toilet, leaving you alone in your smelly, sticky mess.\ <<else>>Mistress $Ash does nothing but laugh at the humiliating visage to be had, evidently proud of herself. The punishment, if it intended to make you feel even worse, was a resounding success. She strolls out of the toilet, leaving you alone in your smelly, sticky mess.<</if>> You spend the rest of the period trying to remove any trace of the cum from your body, but without a towel, it’s hard to wash the improvised hair gel from your hair, and it’s laid in so heavy on your skin that it might somehow be preferable to reek of, and appear a massive whore for, cum, than stress out trying to get rid off it anymore. When the bell does ring, you brace yourself for what should be an interesting rest of the day. [[15-2d Ash Cum Lesson<-Continue]]

<<set $AshCumGame to 3>>\ “”Expert training?” You’ve done nothing but yell at me whenever I do anything wrong, and threaten me to do better! You're the worst teacher I’ve ever had - even Miss $Gray is better . If you really wanted to show me how to take cum, why don’t you give me a demonstration. Your pretty face is clearly the only good thing you’ve got going for you.” $Ash seems to have at least picked something up from Miss $Gray - maintaining a calm exterior when interiorally infuriated. “You want to know why your words aren’t bothering me right now, sissy? It’s because I know that no matter how much you fight back and resist, the result will still be the same. The path still ends with you being at my knees, sucking all the cocks I want you too. Just like you put on the uniform when I asked you to, you’ll accept your place again soon enough, and on that day, we’ll laugh at the times you argued with me.” She retrieves something from her bag. It’s almost the same cup of cum you’ve come to expect, only this time it’s supersized: a jug filled to the brim, and even leaking down the side, with her recipe for fake cum. $Ash removes the lid, immediately letting its unmistakable scent into the air. “And even if I were a little annoyed, this’ll make me feel better.” Like she was trying to put out a fire, she empties the bucket onto you, coating you head to toe in sticky cum. Your hair is instantly matted by the substance, while your face looks like you're attempting some beauty cleansing. You managed to close your eyes before you were struck, but your eyelashes are coated with the stuff, with droplets hanging down in front of your view almost comically. More annoying than your face, though, is how it’s drying in your clothing. Your blouse is now transparent, providing a clear view to the other side. Despite the color of your skirt, it’s still obvious that it’s soaked. Your hosiery, however, is hit the worst. The thin material means you feel it grossly against your legs, but also lets it trickle down all the way to your feet. “It would’ve just been reserved for your face had you been quiet and accepted your punishment, but now you’ll have to sit in the mess of your own doing for the rest of the day.” $Ash even puts the jug upside on your head to let the last few drops cover you, before exiting, not even having the courtesy to be hasty about it; she knew you wouldn’t react to her cruel act. You spend the rest of the limited time before the next lesson trying to get rid of the cum, but your clothes are thoroughly soaked, and without a proper towel, you’re only diluting the cum, not getting rid of it. When the bell does ring, you brace yourself for what should be an interesting rest of the day. [[15-2d Ash Cum Lesson<-Continue]]

<<if $L gt 10>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>\ <<if $S gt 10>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 13>>\ <<if $AshCumGame is 2>>When you walk into your next class, math, the class’ cumulative attention shifts towards the strange scent from the moment it wafts, along with its host, into the room. Everyone can identify it as cum, even if they’ve never smelled it in such a large quantity. Even your teacher has to hold back saying something when you nervously dash past him to your seat. If there ever were a doubt as to what the scent is, suspicions would be confirmed whenever a curious set of eyes met your face. Once the class gets over the initial shock of there being a cum whore in their midst just coming back from filming a gukkon video, the giggles begin, though they try to be subtle about it, not wanting to be told off by your teacher. Some of them even take to pulling their blouse up onto their nose to lessen the smell. When Mr Vils allows you to start work independently, you try to immerse yourself in the fun world of mathematics, because any distraction is better than hearing the murmurs of “slut” and “cum dumpster”.\ <<elseif $AshCumGame is 3>>When you walk into your next class, math, the class’ cumulative attention shifts towards the strange scent from the moment it wafts, along with its host, into the room. Everyone can identify it as cum, even if they’ve never smelled it in such a large quantity. Even your teacher has to hold back saying something when you nervously dash past him to your seat. If there ever were a doubt as to what the scent is, suspicions would be confirmed whenever a curious set of eyes met your face and your soaked clothes. Your blouse makes you look like you just participated in a wet t-shirt contest, and despite how wet you are, you still feel like a loser. Once the class gets over the initial shock of there being a cum whore in their midst just coming back from filming a gukkon video, the giggles begin, though they try to be subtle about it, not wanting to be told off by your teacher. Some of them even take to pulling their blouse up onto their nose to lessen the smell. One girl, trying to be nice, whispers to you in the middle of the lesson. “Hey, umm, I have a spare blouse if you’d like to borrow it.” The kind display causes a raucous uproar of laughter from the class, and you shake your head at the offer. When Mr Vils allows you to start work independently, you try to immerse yourself in the fun world of mathematics, because any distraction is better than hearing the murmurs of “slut” and “cum dumpster”.<</if>> When the lesson ends, you're the first one out the door, head straight down towards the ground, where you wish you were buried right now. <<if $GrayLunchFail gt 0 and $GrayBestie is 0 and $Day3 is 2 or $GrayLunchFail gt 1 and $GrayBestie is 1 and $Day3 is 2>>[[15-2e Punish<-Continue][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail lt 2>>[[15-2f<-Continue][$H to 16, $UniformUn to 1, $Top to 0, $Bottom to 0, $Outfit to 0, $UniformUn to 1, $HosieryUn to 1, $GarterUn to 1, $BraUn to 1, $ShoesUn to 1]]<</if>>

<<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ While Miss $Gray is typically too immersed in her work to give instructions to your face, her eyes greet you from the moment you enter room 68. “I had heard some whispers from students earlier, but I had assumed it was just an exaggeration, but now I see I was wrong. You really do look like a human condom.” Never expecting sympathy from your maniacal housemate, you sit down and stay silent in response. She begins smiling. “$Ash really seems to be putting you through the ringer, doesn’t she? I would’ve been a bit more subtle than this, but she has a charm to her.” <<if $AshCumGame is 2>>Miss $Gray reflects on your matted hair and glossy face. “Looks like some will be having a long shower tonight. It better not interfere with your chores.”<<else>>Miss $Gray reflects on your matted hair and glossy face, as well as your cum soaked clothes. “But I do resent her disrespecting your hosiery like that. Looks like someone will be doing an intensive load of laundry tonight - it better not interfere with your other chores.”<</if>> While still coated in cum, you have to organize Miss $Gray ‘s messy classroom, which is tedious normally, but it does actually allow you to relax. There’s no one here (besides your teacher) to mock you, and you manage to reset your temperament somewhat, finding the task almost meditative. You even, by the end of the hour’s detention, forget about your semen-soured plight. When Miss $Gray dismisses you, she of course doesn’t offer you a ride home, which would have been especially appreciated today. [[15-2f<-Continue][$H to 17, $UniformUn to 1, $Top to 0, $Bottom to 0, $Outfit to 0, $UniformUn to 1, $HosieryUn to 1, $GarterUn to 1, $BraUn to 1, $ShoesUn to 1, $UnderwearUn to 1, $UnderwearUn to 1]]

<<if $AshCumGame is 2>>[img[Images/Laundry Shower 1.jpg]] After eagerly taking off your clothes, you prepare for a rejuvenative shower, complete with sponges and scourers to help purge the pounds of cum from your body. With the right tools, the task isn’t too arduous, and the cum’s mostly gone after a while, and with the addition of a bottle and a half of shampoo, the smell of semen will hopefully retreat down the shower drain. Should you ever get to cum again, you’re sure the smell of it will bring back terrible memories of this day. The shower ends up taking much longer than it needs to, with you enjoying the warm comfort of the water contrasting to the cold remarks you received from your classmates. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 20, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<else>>You eagerly strip yourself of clothing the moment you enter the house, the front door barely even closed by the time your panties are on the floor. They, along with the rest of your lingerie, your skirt and blouse, are dumped on an intensive cycle in the washing machine, along with much more laundry detergent than necessary in the hopes that the scent and stains caused by the cum vanish. [img[Images/Washing machine 1.jpg]] Meanwhile, you busy yourself with a rejuvenative shower, complete with sponges and scourers to help purge the pounds of cum from your body. With the right tools, the task isn’t too arduous, and the cum’s mostly gone after a while, and with the addition of a bottle and a half of shampoo, the smell of semen will hopefully retreat down the shower drain. [img[Images/Laundry Shower 1.jpg]] The shower ends up taking much longer than it needs to, with you enjoying the warm comfort of the water contrasting to the cold remarks you received from your classmates. After that, you check on the clothes, confirming that they’re cleansened of cum, before allowing them to dry. With a final polish off your school shoes to make sure it isn’t wearing any of the semen, you decide to relax for the night. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 21, $S to $S + 3]]<</if>>

<<if $Day3 is 1 and $SC7 gt 1 and $SC7 lt 9>><<set $SC7 to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 gt 0 and $SC7 lt 9 and $GrayLunchFail is 0>><<set $SC7 to $SC7 + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 is 6>><<set $SC7 to 9>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<include [[Chapter 4 Class]]>> <<if $Home gte 3>>[[15-3 Gray<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>[[15-3 Ash<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $AnalS to $AnalS + 1>>\ <<set $W4Ask to 0, $W4Stress to 0, $W4Stress to 0>>\ <<set $W15A2 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>\ <<if $ExposeAsh is 0>>You arrive in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray , nervously awaiting your lunchtime training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 0>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 1>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of $Gray2 the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.<</if>> <<if $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>“It’s time your training moved to the next stage. As much as I enjoy fucking your holes myself, it’s not as efficient as a machine perfectly punding the two of you for an hour, nor do I feel like grunting and moaning as I do fuck. Thankfully I found the ultimate answer to that problem.” From a locked cupboard, $Gray2 drags out two all too familiar devices. Steel frames house a computer and a rubber dildo, which you first met a few days ago. It’s the same fucking machines from the sex toy event! “I spent a lot of money to get these. They’re perfectly designed to respond to how you’re enjoying being fucked. If it senses you’re turned on, it’ll ramp up thrusting speed, and if it doesn’t think you’re having the time of your life, it’ll try teasing you a bit more. Aren’t the two of you excited?” $Gray2 tauntingly asks. //She’s conveniently leaving out the part where we’re supposed to input our preferences ourselves. I wonder what $Gray2 set them to...// “Come on!” $Gray2 claps at you and $Ash , who’s exchanging nervous glances with you “get undressed!” Your teacher is evidently eager to see the device be used on her favorite sluts, as opposed to some random woman she saw it tested on last weekend. $Ash and you strip down as commanded until you’re both left in your lingerie. “Now get on your knees, facing away from me.” The only other sound apart from your teacher’s aggressive, yet excited, demands is the dragging of the sex machines against the floor. Eventually, the two devices are in position behind you and $Ash .\ <<elseif $Home is 4>>“It’s time your training moved to the next stage. As much as I enjoy fucking your holes myself, it’s not as efficient as a machine perfectly punding the two of you for an hour, nor do I feel like grunting and moaning as I do fuck. Thankfully I found the ultimate answer to that problem.” From a locked cupboard, Miss $Gray drags out two all too familiar devices. Steel frames house a computer and a rubber dildo, which you first met a few days ago. It’s the same fucking machines from the sex toy event! “I spent a lot of money to get these. They’re perfectly designed to respond to how you’re enjoying being fucked. If it senses you’re turned on, it’ll ramp up thrusting speed, and if it doesn’t think you’re having the time of your life, it’ll try teasing you a bit more. Aren’t the two of you excited?” Miss $Gray tauntingly asks. //She’s conveniently leaving out the part where we’re supposed to input our preferences ourselves. I wonder what Miss $Gray set them too// “Come on!” Miss $Gray claps at you and $Ash , who’s exchanging nervous glances with you “get undressed!” Your teacher is evidently eager to see the device be used on her favorite sluts, as opposed to some random woman she saw it tested on last weekend. $Ash and you strip down as commanded until you’re both left in your lingerie. “Now get on your knees, facing away from me.” The only other sound apart from your teacher’s aggressive, yet excited, demands is the dragging of the sex machines against the floor. Eventually, the two devices are in position behind you and $Ash .\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>“It’s time your training moved to the next stage. As much as I enjoy fucking your holes myself, it’s not as efficient as a machine perfectly punding you for an hour, nor do I feel like grunting and moaning as I do fuck. Thankfully I found the ultimate answer to that problem.” From a locked cupboard, $Gray2 drags an all too familiar device. A steel frame houses a computer and a rubber dildo, which you first met a few days ago. It’s the same fucking machines from the sex toy event! “I spent a lot of money to get this. It’s perfectly designed to respond to how you’re enjoying being fucked. If it senses you’re turned on, it’ll ramp up thrusting speed, and if it doesn’t think you’re having the time of your life, it’ll try teasing you a bit more. Aren’t you excited?” Miss $Gray tauntingly asks. //She’s conveniently leaving out the part where I’m supposed to input our preferences myself. I wonder what Miss $Gray set them too// “Come on!” Miss $Gray claps at you “get undressed!” Your teacher is evidently eager to see the device be used on her favorite slut, as opposed to some random woman she saw it tested on last weekend. You strip down as commanded until you’re left in your lingerie. “Now get on your knees, facing away from me.” The only other sound apart from your teacher’s aggressive, yet excited, demands is the dragging of the sex machine against the floor. Eventually, the device is in position behind you, with the dildo already kissing your butthole.<</if>><<if $ButtPlug is 1>> ”You won’t be needing this.” A violent jostle from your rear sends your faux calmness flying out the window as your teacher yanks the butt plug occupying your asshole out. You silently curse her for doing it without any warning, but at least your butt will handle the upcoming penetration from a much more active toy much better.<</if>>\ <<if $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>Thankfully, the praise heaped on the machines by the seller was accurate. It’s a sophisticated piece of machine that even cares for the finer points of the sexual process, which it demonstrates by a surprising amount of warmup. The dildo servicing you starts by gently poking an inch or so of its length inside you, allowing you to adapt to the sensation. Despite there being no human behind the dildo now, it doesn’t feel that robotic, though maybe that’s because you’re thinking too much about how it feels to have it inside you. But now that the fake cock is introduced to your butthole, the AI decides to introduce itself to you. “Greetings, $name .” It welcomes in a smooth, masculine voice. “Your mistress has informed me of your prior training, and I’m looking forward to helping you advance in your goals of sissification!” It begins ramping up its speed slightly, but not too roughly as to be painful. Evidently it’s a finely tuned machine capable of great subtleties. “Yeah, take that, you fucking whore!” $Ash ‘s AI sex partner, however, seems to have been programmed a little differently. “Stop playing coy, bitch, I know you love my hard cock fucking you senseless, so tell me you do!” You’re barely out of the foreplay stage, but $Ash ‘s asshole is already being hatefucked like the AI had a vendetta against her. The past couple of weeks of $Ash ‘s training has shown you her skill at taking cock, but not to this extent. She’s obviously on the verge of both moaning in ecstasy, but also crying and screaming at $Gray2 to stop this. With $Ash ‘s tenacity, though, it might be a while yet before her lust or pride cause her to break. “Pay him no mind.” Your AI interrupts your observations. “I’m programmed to give you a good time, one that will train you to be a better sissy, but only as a side effect of that good time. I’ll have you moaning in no time.” The machine does as promised, giving you a pleasurable pounding that rivals $Gray2 ‘s sex skills. Admittedly, though, it does feel less…intimate without the human touch of your teacher, though maybe that will change as you get used to the unique touch of the machine, especially if it does adapt to the signs you’re giving off.\ <<elseif $Home is 4>>Thankfully, the praise heaped on the machines by the seller was accurate. It’s a sophisticated piece of machine that even cares for the finer points of the sexual process, which it demonstrates by a surprising amount of warmup. The dildo servicing you starts by gently poking an inch or so of its length inside you, allowing you to adapt to the sensation. Despite there being no human behind the dildo now, it doesn’t feel that robotic, though maybe that’s because you’re thinking too much about how it feels to have it inside you. But now that the fake cock is introduced to your butthole, the AI decides to introduce itself to you. “Greetings, $name .” It welcomes in a smooth, masculine voice. “Your mistress has informed me of your prior training, and I’m looking forward to helping you advance in your goals of sissification! You can expect me to be a fair partner. I’ll push your limits so that I can push them even further tomorrow, but I’ll also be kind enough to notice if you’re enjoying yourself or not.” You're impressed at the machine’s ability to voice itself so well. Evidently it’s a finely tuned machine capable of great subtleties. “Yeah, take that, you fucking whore!” $Ash ‘s AI sex partner, however, seems to have been programmed a little differently. “Stop playing coy, bitch, I know you love my hard cock fucking you senseless, so tell me you do!” You’re barely out of the foreplay stage, but $Ash ‘s asshole is already being hatefucked like the AI had a vendetta against her. The past couple of weeks of $Ash ‘s training has shown you her skill at taking cock, but not to this extent. She’s obviously on the verge of both moaning in ecstasy, but also crying and screaming at Miss $Gray to stop this. With $Ash ‘s tenacity, though, it might be a while yet before her lust or pride cause her to break. “Don’t worry about me acting like that. Well, maybe if I heard you asking me to, but otherwise it’ll just be an intense session that you’ll feel afterwards, but you’ll quickly recover.” The machine does as promised, giving you a pleasurable pounding that rivals $Gray2 ‘s sex skills. Admittedly, though, it does feel less…intimate without the human touch of your teacher, though maybe that will change as you get used to the unique touch of the machine, especially if it does adapt to the signs you’re giving off.\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>Thankfully, the praise heaped on the machines by the seller was accurate. It’s a sophisticated piece of machine that even cares for the finer points of the sexual process, which it demonstrates by a surprising amount of warmup. The dildo servicing you starts by gently poking an inch or so of its length inside you, allowing you to adapt to the sensation. Despite there being no human behind the dildo now, it doesn’t feel that robotic, though maybe that’s because you’re thinking too much about how it feels to have it inside you. But now that the fake cock is introduced to your butthole, the AI decides to introduce itself to you. “Greetings, $name .” It welcomes in a gruff, masculine voice. “Your mistress has informed me of your prior training, and I’m looking forward to helping you advance in your goals of sissification!” It begins ramping up its speed, immediately resulting in discomfort. It seems to notice the reactions it's caused. “I know it can hurt, but that pain is necessary in order to become a better sissy.” It doesn’t slow down as the fucking ramps up even further, with the machine clearly looking for signs that you’re enjoying it.<</if>> <<if $Home is 3 and $S gt $L>>”Curious, your cortisol levels seem to be high. Evidently you’re not enjoying this enough.” The thrusting ramps up in speed and aggression. “You’ll learn to love cock pounding you, regardless of your worries.” Perhaps you misunderstood the point of the machine’s ability to read your reaction. Maybe its default setting would be to act more loving or compassionate in this situation, but Miss $Gray has clearly changed it to reflect how she would act - cold and cruel. If only, you imagine she thought, she could alter your settings so easily. [[15-3 Gray 2<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $W4Stress to $W4Stress + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $L gte $S>>”My analysis shows your cortisol levels are significantly lower than those dictating your lust - decreasing energy output until requested to speed up again.” Just like that, the machine slows down. Not quite to a crawl, but it does almost feel sarcastic. If it needs to be asked to go faster, is it looking for Miss $Gray to request it, or you? [[15-3 Gray 2<-Say nothing][$L to $L + 1, $W4Horny to $W4Horny + 1, $W4Ask to 1]]\ [[15-3 Gray 2<-”Please fuck me harder”][$L to $L + 1, $W4Ask to 2, $W4Horny to $W4Horny + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0 and $S gt $L>>”Curious, your cortisol levels seem to be high. You’re not worried about me being as aggressive as him, are you?” Your attention returns to $Ash , who’s still being violated by the machine like she said something awful about its mother. “Well, you don’t have to. I’m sure it’s distracting, but if you concentrated on trying to enjoy yourself, you’d be able to.” [[15-3 Gray 2<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $W4Stress to $W4Stress + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0 and $L gte $S>>”My analysis shows your cortisol levels are significantly lower than those dictating your lust. You're exactly the slut I was promised you’d be. I can’t wait to train you more and more. You’ll be addicted to my cock!” [[15-3 Gray 2<-Continue][$L to $L + 1, $W4Horny to $W4Horny + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1 and $S gt $L>>”Curious, your cortisol levels seem to be high. Your mistress instructed me to be kind to you and go slower under such a scenario, but I detected a high level of oxytocin and other ”nice” hormones in her body. Thankfully, my programming allows me to override such commands if it’s for a greater good. You’ll learn to love my cock one way or another!” The dildo goes into overdrive, fucking you like it were going out of fashion. It’s so fast that you can barely get a word slip between moans, so you’re unable to warn $Gray2 about the faulty machine. [[15-3 Gray 2<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $W4Stress to $W4Stress + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1 and $L gte $S>>”Now there’s the slut I was promised! My senses are detecting that you’re loving this. I can’t wait to train you even more over the coming weeks. You’ll be the sissy whore begging for cock that you were destined to be!” [[15-3 Gray 2<-Continue][$L to $L + 1, $W4Horny to $W4Horny + 1]]<</if>>

[img[Images/P - Machine 2.jpg]] <<if $Home is 3 and $S gt $L>>The machine continues fucking you as hard and as fast as it teased. While your worries do subside in your mind, they’re doubtless to return once the anal wrecking ceases. Maybe if the machine could fuck you 24/7, you wouldn’t have to worry about chores, or whatever crazy thing $Ash will do next, though it might also bring about some new issues.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $L gte $S and $W4Ask is 0>>You remain silent, letting the machine do as it pleases, which proves to be quite tedious. It’s like watching someone solve a puzzle you already know the solution to. You’re almost tempted to yell “come on already!” or something similarly inspiring, but instead remain quiet, only letting the occasional gasp escape your mouth.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $L gte $S and $W4Ask is 1>>”Please…” it’s at this point that you for the first time realize you have no idea of the machine’s name, or even if it has one, so you try your best to improvise. The result is even more humiliating. “Please, sir, fuck me harder! I want your cock more than I’ve ever wanted anything.” If the machine had a face, you’re sure it’d be smiling. “Good whore. That’s what I wanted to hear.” The dildo ramps up in speed surprisingly quickly, immediately causing an audible reaction from you. Despite that shock, you’re loving the reinvigorated fucking.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0 and $S gt $L>>Having the exhibition of intense sex going on next to you is erotic, but even with that, you struggling to get to the “special place” you’d need to cum, at least when it comes to an anal orgasm.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0 and $L gte $S>>Having the exhibition of intense sex going on next to you is insanely erotic, helping to ramp up your lust into overdrive, as if the rhythmic thrusting in your wasn’t enough.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1 and $S gt $L>>The machine continues to fuck your ass into oblivion in its twisted attempts at “helping” you. You're amazed that a sex machine would be willing to rise against its programming, but after everything else you saw at the sex toy event, it should hardly be surprising.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1 and $L gte $S>>Strangely, the compliments of the machine encourage you further, though it was hardly necessary. Your lust is overwhelming, and it’s hard to argue that the machine is bad at its job.<</if>><<if $Pills gt 11>> Just like before, having two massive milkers drooping from your chest, pressed against the floor, adds to the situation immensely. As though you were the machine’s often taken advantage off secretary, you don’t even deserve the added comfort of a desk when your fucked. You’re left to be shagged on the floor, making it even more humiliating.\ <<elseif $Pills gt 4>>Adding to the experience, is your boobs, which hang from your chest, occasionally kissing the floor, making you feel even sluttier. As though you were the machine’s often taken advantage off secretary, you don’t even deserve the added comfort of a desk when your fucked. You’re left to be shagged on the floor, making it even more humiliating.<</if>> <<if $W4Ask is 1>>The anal pounding goes on for some time, but thanks to your reluctance to ask the machine to go harder, you screwed yourself out of a potential orgasm. Even if your lust was at maximum and you were dripping precum like piss, this speed couldn’t get an orgasm out of you. It’s simply too slow for you. Eventually, the hour is up, and Miss $Gray comes over to turn the fucking machine off, which you’re thankful for. “It seems like you were having a blast.” She sarcastically teases. No doubt she can see the machine’s readings, and understands how it opted to play with you today. She lets you dress yourself before dismissing you. [[12-3d<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $L gt 8>><<set $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1>>The anal pounding goes on for some time, annoyingly so, in fact. Halfway through the session, an orgasm inevitably releases itself. In the moment, it was amazing. Any opportunity to ejaculate these days is appreciated, even when it’s in your classroom and the cum is left to pool up at the base of your caged clitty, and it felt amazing for maybe 15 seconds afterwards. That’s when it hits you about what your teacher has been trying to teach you - it’s not about if you cum or not, it’s about if your partner. If you manage to orgasm, great, but your partner won’t care, and neither does the machine. It notices that you manage to cum (which you know because of its snide and teasing remarks), but continues plowing away regardless, not changing speed or intensity in the least. The experience after the orgasm is a twisted reflection of the first half, with you hating that you came so quickly. Someone with a pornstar level of experience might be able to achieve a second orgasm in this situation, but you’re still far too inexperienced.\ <<elseif $L gt 4>>The anal pounding goes on for some time, the whole time you’re promising yourself you’ll make it to orgasm; you’re certainly horny enough, and you have a whole hour of this. How could your orgasm not be inevitable? Well, as it turns out, an hour of intense fucking can fly by surprising quickly. 60 minutes halves to 30, and then halves again to 15, with you still not releasing your sexual build up. “Surely I’ll be able to in the next minute!” You encourage yourself, and so drunk with lust, you actually believe it. Of course, tomorrow never comes, and neither do you.\ <<elseif $L lt 5>>The anal pounding goes on for some time, the whole time you’re enjoying it from an almost absent point of view. It’s not the machine doesn’t fuck well (it does) and it’s not that you’re a stranger to sexual encounters in this classroom (you are), but you’re simply not turned on enough to get properly into it. Not that the experience isn’t dislikeable, but it’s like when you would masturbate not out of over desire to cum, but out of habit (back when you could actually jack off like a normal man). You’re simply //there//.<</if>> <<if $GrayBestie is 1 and $W4Ask is 0>>”Okay, I think you two sluts have had enough today, though I’m sure you’d disagree were you not so cock drunk.” $Gray2 turns off both the machines, giving you enough time to recover and get dressed. You were so distracted once the machine properly started to notice if $Ash managed to cum herself. Of course, it wouldn’t matter much in the long term. She’s perpetually pissed from $Gray2 ‘s training and chastisement to care about a simple orgasm which would provide only an hour of relief. Despite your feelings towards her sometimes, you can at least admit she has a lot more willpower than you. There’s been times you’d be willing to cut your ear off in exchange for an orgasm from your teacher.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $W4Ask is 0>>”Okay, I think you two sluts have had enough today, though I’m sure you’d disagree were you not so cock drunk.” Miss $Gray turns off both the machines, giving you enough time to recover and get dressed. You were so distracted once the machine properly started to notice if $Ash managed to cum herself. Of course, it wouldn’t matter much in the long term. She’s perpetually pissed from $Gray2 ‘s training and chastisement to care about a simple orgasm which would provide only an hour of relief. Despite your feelings towards her sometimes, you can at least admit she has a lot more willpower than you. There’s been times you’d be willing to cut your ear off in exchange for an orgasm from your teacher.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $W4Ask is 2>>”I think you’ve had enough today, slut. Don’t bother protesting, you little cock whore, I have other things to do.” Miss $Gray teases, turning off the machine, letting you recover and get dressed.<</if>> <<if $L gt 9 and $W4Ask is 0>>Your teacher dismisses you, leaving you to go to your next class, hoping the smell of sex and shame radiating off you isn’t noticeable. [[12-3d<-Continue][$L to 2, $S to $S - 3]]\ <<elseif $L gt 4 and $W4Ask is 0>>Your teacher dismisses you, leaving you to go to your next class, hoping the smell of sex and shame radiating off you isn’t noticeable. [[12-3d<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $L lt 5 and $W4Ask is 0>>Your teacher dismisses you, leaving you to go to your next class, hoping the smell of sex and shame radiating off you isn’t noticeable. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S - 1]]<</if>>

<<if $Day3 is 1 and $SC7 gt 1 and $SC7 lt 9>><<set $SC7 to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 gt 0 and $SC7 lt 9 and $GrayLunchFail is 0>><<set $SC7 to $SC7 + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 is 6>><<set $SC7 to 9>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<include [[Chapter 4 Class]]>> <<if $Home gte 3>>[[15-4 Gray<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>[[15-4 Ash<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $AnalS to $AnalS + 1>>\ <<set $W4Ask to 0>>\ <<set $W15A2 to 1>>\ <<if $ExposeAsh is 0>>You arrive in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray , nervously awaiting your lunchtime training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 0>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 1>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of $Gray2 the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.<</if>> <<if $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 already has the two fucking machines setup before you arrive. Despite being a trainer of yours and $Ash ‘s continued sluttification, she doesn’t even have to interact with you anymore if she doesn't want to. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Your teacher yells at you from behind her desk. “Get stripped and in position. You don’t want to leave your boyfriends waiting.” $Ash scoffs at $Gray2 ‘s teasing, but obeys out of fake deference. The two of you kneel, doggy style, in front of the machines.\ <<elseif $Home is 4>>Miss $Gray already has the two fucking machines setup before you arrive. Despite being a trainer of yours and $Ash ‘s continued sluttification, she doesn’t even have to interact with you anymore if she doesn't want to. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Your teacher yells at you from behind her desk. “Get stripped and in position. You don’t want to leave your boyfriends waiting.” $Ash scoffs at Miss $Gray ‘s teasing, but obeys out of fake deference. The two of you kneel, doggy style, in front of the machines.\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>Miss $Gray already has the fucking machine setup before you arrive. Despite being your sadistic sissifier, she doesn’t even have to interact with you anymore if she doesn't want to. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Your teacher yells at you from behind her desk. “Get stripped and in position. You don’t want to leave your boyfriend waiting.” Obediently, you do as you’re told, kneeling, doggy style, in front of the machine.<</if>><<if $ButtPlug is 1>>\ There’s a robotic giggle from the machine. “What’s this?” There’s a slight pressure against the butt plug already occupying your rear. Perhaps it’s made your “boyfriend” jealous. “You really are a slut, aren’t you?” Though you can’t see what it’s up to, you can hear the sound of air being sucked, and then what feels like an object pulling against the plug. The next thing you know, the butt plug violently soars out of your asshole. “There, all empty for master.”<</if>>\ <<if $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>”How’s your day been, sissy? I hope it’s not been too stressful. Did you sleep well?” It’s hard to take seriously the machine’s attempt at niceties when its cock is working its way inside you. You can, however, appreciate the gentle way it does that. Having sex with a robot is strange enough; you don’t need it going in raw without any foreplay. “Today, we’ll continue your sissy training. I can’t wait to report back to your mistress how well behaved you’ve been.” “What was that whore? Did you just call me a bastard? You’ve earned yourself an extra 20 thrusts per minute, missy!” You’d almost laugh at $Ash ‘s partner being as rude and uncaring as you’ve seen it been were you not so worried at a retaliation from your housemate later. “Nevermind him, honey.” Your AI interrupts your observations. “Think of me like a masseuse, hitting all the right spots and leaving you relaxed like you’ve just had a rejuvenative slumber.” The machine does as promised, giving you a pleasurable pounding that rivals $Gray2 ‘s sex skills. Admittedly, though, it does feel less…intimate without the human touch of your teacher, though maybe that will change as you get used to the unique touch of the machine, especially if it does adapt to the signs you’re giving off.\ <<elseif $Home is 4>>”I hope you’re ready slut. I hate it when my sissies ask me to go slower and complain. But just to let you know, if you do complain, I won’t care. In fact, I’d probably just go faster. The only time I want that pretty little mouth of yours to open is when you’re moaning in ecstasy.” The machine is already slipping its cock inside you whilst giving you its welcoming speel. “What was that whore? Did you just call me a bastard? You’ve earned yourself an extra 20 thrusts per minute, missy!” You’d almost laugh at $Ash ‘s partner being as rude and uncaring as you’ve seen it been were you not so worried at a retaliation from your housemate later. “Nevermind him, slag.” Your AI interrupts your observations. “You’re gonna be far too busy drooling at the mouth, and crotch, to care what they’re doing once I properly start.”\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>”Ah! There’s my favorite sissy! Back for your daily fucking, I see. That’s good, because I have the libido of a bonobo monkey!” //They clearly never spent a lot of time teaching this machine sex talk// It inserts itself with the expected subtlety of a machine which would compare itself to a primate, skipping the foreplay stage entirely. “I know it can hurt, but remember, that pain is necessary in order to become a better sissy. And afterall, that’s what you want, isn't it?” It doesn’t slow down as the fucking ramps up even further, with the machine clearly looking for signs that you’re enjoying it.<</if>> <<if $Home is 3 and $S gt $L>>”Curious, your cortisol levels seem to be high. Evidently you’re not enjoying this enough.” The thrusting ramps up in speed and aggression. “You’ll learn to love cock pounding you, regardless of your worries.” Perhaps you misunderstood the point of the machine’s ability to read your reaction. Maybe its default setting would be to act more loving or compassionate in this situation, but Miss $Gray has clearly changed it to reflect how she would act - cold and cruel. If only, you imagine she thought, she could alter your settings so easily. [[15-4 Gray 2<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $W4Stress to $W4Stress + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $L gte $S>>”My analysis shows your cortisol levels are significantly lower than those dictating your lust - decreasing energy output until requested to speed up again.” Just like that, the machine slows down. Not quite to a crawl, but it does almost feel sarcastic. If it needs to be asked to go faster, is it looking for Miss $Gray to request it, or you? [[15-4 Gray 2<-Say nothing][$L to $L + 1, $W4Horny to $W4Horny + 1, $W4Ask to 1]]\ [[15-4 Gray 2<-”Please fuck me harder”][$L to $L + 1, $W4Ask to 2, $W4Horny to $W4Horny + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0 and $S gt $L>>”Curious, your cortisol levels seem to be high. You’re not worried about me being as aggressive as him, are you?” Your attention returns to $Ash , who’s still being violated by the machine like she said something awful about its mother. “Well, you don’t have to. I’m sure it’s distracting, but if you concentrated on trying to enjoy yourself, you’d be able to.” [[15-4 Gray 2<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $W4Stress to $W4Stress + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0 and $L gte $S>>”My analysis shows your cortisol levels are significantly lower than those dictating your lust. You're exactly the slut I was promised you’d be. I can’t wait to train you more and more. You’ll be addicted to my cock!” [[15-4 Gray 2<-Continue][$L to $L + 1, $W4Horny to $W4Horny + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1 and $S gt $L>>”Curious, your cortisol levels seem to be high. Your mistress instructed me to be kind to you and go slower under such a scenario, but I detected a high level of oxytocin and other ”nice” hormones in her body. Thankfully, my programming allows me to override such commands if it’s for a greater good. You’ll learn to love my cock one way or another!” The dildo goes into overdrive, fucking you like it were going out of fashion. It’s so fast that you can barely get a word slip between moans, so you’re unable to warn $Gray2 about the faulty machine. [[15-4 Gray 2<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $W4Stress to $W4Stress + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1 and $L gte $S>>”Now there’s the slut I was promised! My senses are detecting that you’re loving this. I can’t wait to train you even more over the coming weeks. You’ll be the sissy whore begging for cock that you were destined to be!” [[15-4 Gray 2<-Continue][$L to $L + 1, $W4Horny to $W4Horny + 1]]<</if>>

[img[Images/P - Machine 2.jpg]] <<if $Home is 3 and $S gt $L>>The machine continues fucking you as hard and as fast as it teased. While your worries do subside in your mind, they’re doubtless to return once the anal wrecking ceases. Maybe if the machine could fuck you 24/7, you wouldn’t have to worry about chores, or whatever crazy thing $Ash will do next, though it might also bring about some new issues.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $L gte $S and $W4Ask is 0>>You remain silent, letting the machine do as it pleases, which proves to be quite tedious. It’s like watching someone solve a puzzle you already know the solution to. You’re almost tempted to yell “come on already!” or something similarly inspiring, but instead remain quiet, only letting the occasional gasp escape your mouth.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $L gte $S and $W4Ask is 1>>”Please…” it’s at this point that you for the first time realize you have no idea of the machine’s name, or even if it has one, so you try your best to improvise. The result is even more humiliating. “Please, sir, fuck me harder! I want your cock more than I’ve ever wanted anything.” If the machine had a face, you’re sure it’d be smiling. “Good whore. That’s what I wanted to hear.” The dildo ramps up in speed surprisingly quickly, immediately causing an audible reaction from you. Despite that shock, you’re loving the reinvigorated fucking.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0 and $S gt $L>>Having the exhibition of intense sex going on next to you is erotic, but even with that, you struggling to get to the “special place” you’d need to cum, at least when it comes to an anal orgasm.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0 and $L gte $S>>Having the exhibition of intense sex going on next to you is insanely erotic, helping to ramp up your lust into overdrive, as if the rhythmic thrusting in your wasn’t enough.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1 and $S gt $L>>The machine continues to fuck your ass into oblivion in its twisted attempts at “helping” you. You're amazed that a sex machine would be willing to rise against its programming, but after everything else you saw at the sex toy event, it should hardly be surprising.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1 and $L gte $S>>Strangely, the compliments of the machine encourage you further, though it was hardly necessary. Your lust is overwhelming, and it’s hard to argue that the machine is bad at its job.<</if>><<if $Pills gt 11>> Just like before, having two massive milkers drooping from your chest, pressed against the floor, adds to the situation immensely. As though you were the machine’s often taken advantage off secretary, you don’t even deserve the added comfort of a desk when your fucked. You’re left to be shagged on the floor, making it even more humiliating.\ <<elseif $Pills gt 4>>Adding to the experience, is your boobs, which hang from your chest, occasionally kissing the floor, making you feel even sluttier. As though you were the machine’s often taken advantage off secretary, you don’t even deserve the added comfort of a desk when your fucked. You’re left to be shagged on the floor, making it even more humiliating.<</if>> <<if $W4Ask is 1>>The anal pounding goes on for some time, but thanks to your reluctance to ask the machine to go harder, you screwed yourself out of a potential orgasm. Even if your lust was at maximum and you were dripping precum like piss, this speed couldn’t get an orgasm out of you. It’s simply too slow for you. Eventually, the hour is up, and Miss $Gray comes over to turn the fucking machine off, which you’re thankful for. “It seems like you were having a blast.” She sarcastically teases. No doubt she can see the machine’s readings, and understands how it opted to play with you today. She lets you dress yourself before dismissing you. [[12-3d<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $L gt 8>><<set $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1>>The anal pounding goes on for some time, annoyingly so, in fact. Halfway through the session, an orgasm inevitably releases itself. In the moment, it was amazing. Any opportunity to ejaculate these days is appreciated, even when it’s in your classroom and the cum is left to pool up at the base of your caged clitty, and it felt amazing for maybe 15 seconds afterwards. That’s when it hits you about what your teacher has been trying to teach you - it’s not about if you cum or not, it’s about if your partner. If you manage to orgasm, great, but your partner won’t care, and neither does the machine. It notices that you manage to cum (which you know because of its snide and teasing remarks), but continues plowing away regardless, not changing speed or intensity in the least. The experience after the orgasm is a twisted reflection of the first half, with you hating that you came so quickly. Someone with a pornstar level of experience might be able to achieve a second orgasm in this situation, but you’re still far too inexperienced.\ <<elseif $L gt 4>>The anal pounding goes on for some time, the whole time you’re promising yourself you’ll make it to orgasm; you’re certainly horny enough, and you have a whole hour of this. How could your orgasm not be inevitable? Well, as it turns out, an hour of intense fucking can fly by surprising quickly. 60 minutes halves to 30, and then halves again to 15, with you still not releasing your sexual build up. “Surely I’ll be able to in the next minute!” You encourage yourself, and so drunk with lust, you actually believe it. Of course, tomorrow never comes, and neither do you.\ <<elseif $L lt 5>>The anal pounding goes on for some time, the whole time you’re enjoying it from an almost absent point of view. It’s not the machine doesn’t fuck well (it does) and it’s not that you’re a stranger to sexual encounters in this classroom (you are), but you’re simply not turned on enough to get properly into it. Not that the experience isn’t dislikeable, but it’s like when you would masturbate not out of over desire to cum, but out of habit (back when you could actually jack off like a normal man). You’re simply //there//.<</if>> <<if $GrayBestie is 1 and $W4Ask is 0>>”Okay, I think you two sluts have had enough today, though I’m sure you’d disagree were you not so cock drunk.” $Gray2 turns off both the machines, giving you enough time to recover and get dressed. You were so distracted once the machine properly started to notice if $Ash managed to cum herself. Of course, it wouldn’t matter much in the long term. She’s perpetually pissed from $Gray2 ‘s training and chastisement to care about a simple orgasm which would provide only an hour of relief. Despite your feelings towards her sometimes, you can at least admit she has a lot more willpower than you. There’s been times you’d be willing to cut your ear off in exchange for an orgasm from your teacher.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $W4Ask is 0>>”Okay, I think you two sluts have had enough today, though I’m sure you’d disagree were you not so cock drunk.” Miss $Gray turns off both the machines, giving you enough time to recover and get dressed. You were so distracted once the machine properly started to notice if $Ash managed to cum herself. Of course, it wouldn’t matter much in the long term. She’s perpetually pissed from $Gray2 ‘s training and chastisement to care about a simple orgasm which would provide only an hour of relief. Despite your feelings towards her sometimes, you can at least admit she has a lot more willpower than you. There’s been times you’d be willing to cut your ear off in exchange for an orgasm from your teacher.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $W4Ask is 2>>”I think you’ve had enough today, slut. Don’t bother protesting, you little cock whore, I have other things to do.” Miss $Gray teases, turning off the machine, letting you recover and get dressed.<</if>> <<if $L gt 9 and $W4Ask is 0>>Your teacher dismisses you, leaving you to go to your next class, hoping the smell of sex and shame radiating off you isn’t noticeable. [[12-3d<-Continue][$L to 2, $S to $S - 3]]\ <<elseif $L gt 4 and $W4Ask is 0>>Your teacher dismisses you, leaving you to go to your next class, hoping the smell of sex and shame radiating off you isn’t noticeable. [[12-3d<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $L lt 5 and $W4Ask is 0>>Your teacher dismisses you, leaving you to go to your next class, hoping the smell of sex and shame radiating off you isn’t noticeable. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S - 1]]<</if>>

<<if $Day3 is 1 and $SC7 gt 1 and $SC7 lt 9>><<set $SC7 to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 gt 0 and $SC7 lt 9 and $GrayLunchFail is 0>><<set $SC7 to $SC7 + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 is 6>><<set $SC7 to 9>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<include [[Chapter 4 Class]]>> <<if $Home gte 3>>[[16-2 Gray<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>[[16-2 Ash<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $AnalS to $AnalS + 1>>\ <<set $W4Ask to 0>>\ <<if $ExposeAsh is 0>>You arrive in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray , nervously awaiting your lunchtime training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 0>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 1>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of $Gray2 the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.<</if>> <<if $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 already has the two fucking machines setup before you arrive. Despite being a trainer of yours and $Ash ‘s continued sluttification, she doesn’t even have to interact with you anymore if she doesn't want to. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Your teacher yells at you from behind her desk. “Get stripped and in position. You don’t want to leave your boyfriends waiting.” $Ash scoffs at $Gray2 ‘s teasing, but obeys out of fake deference. The two of you kneel, doggy style, in front of the machines.\ <<elseif $Home is 4>>Miss $Gray already has the two fucking machines setup before you arrive. Despite being a trainer of yours and $Ash ‘s continued sluttification, she doesn’t even have to interact with you anymore if she doesn't want to. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Your teacher yells at you from behind her desk. “Get stripped and in position. You don’t want to leave your boyfriends waiting.” $Ash scoffs at Miss $Gray ‘s teasing, but obeys out of fake deference. The two of you kneel, doggy style, in front of the machines.\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>Miss $Gray already has the fucking machine setup before you arrive. Despite being your sadistic sissifier, she doesn’t even have to interact with you anymore if she doesn't want to. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Your teacher yells at you from behind her desk. “Get stripped and in position. You don’t want to leave your boyfriend waiting.” Obediently, you do as you’re told, kneeling, doggy style, in front of the machine.<</if>><<if $ButtPlug is 1>>\ There’s a robotic giggle from the machine. “What’s this?” There’s a slight pressure against the butt plug already occupying your rear. Perhaps it’s made your “boyfriend” jealous. “You really are a slut, aren’t you?” Though you can’t see what it’s up to, you can hear the sound of air being sucked, and then what feels like an object pulling against the plug. The next thing you know, the butt plug violently soars out of your asshole. “There, all empty for master.”<</if>>\ <<if $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>”How’s your day been, sissy? I hope it’s not been too stressful. Did you sleep well?” It’s hard to take seriously the machine’s attempt at niceties when its cock is working its way inside you. You can, however, appreciate the gentle way it does that. Having sex with a robot is strange enough; you don’t need it going in raw without any foreplay. “Today, we’ll continue your sissy training. I can’t wait to report back to your mistress how well behaved you’ve been.” “What was that whore? Did you just call me a bastard? You’ve earned yourself an extra 20 thrusts per minute, missy!” You’d almost laugh at $Ash ‘s partner being as rude and uncaring as you’ve seen it been were you not so worried at a retaliation from your housemate later. “Nevermind him, honey.” Your AI interrupts your observations. “Think of me like a masseuse, hitting all the right spots and leaving you relaxed like you’ve just had a rejuvenative slumber.” The machine does as promised, giving you a pleasurable pounding that rivals $Gray2 ‘s sex skills. Admittedly, though, it does feel less…intimate without the human touch of your teacher, though maybe that will change as you get used to the unique touch of the machine, especially if it does adapt to the signs you’re giving off.\ <<elseif $Home is 4>>”I hope you’re ready slut. I hate it when my sissies ask me to go slower and complain. But just to let you know, if you do complain, I won’t care. In fact, I’d probably just go faster. The only time I want that pretty little mouth of yours to open is when you’re moaning in ecstasy.” The machine is already slipping its cock inside you whilst giving you its welcoming speel. “What was that whore? Did you just call me a bastard? You’ve earned yourself an extra 20 thrusts per minute, missy!” You’d almost laugh at $Ash ‘s partner being as rude and uncaring as you’ve seen it been were you not so worried at a retaliation from your housemate later. “Nevermind him, slag.” Your AI interrupts your observations. “You’re gonna be far too busy drooling at the mouth, and crotch, to care what they’re doing once I properly start.”\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>”Ah! There’s my favorite sissy! Back for your daily fucking, I see. That’s good, because I have the libido of a bonobo monkey!” //They clearly never spent a lot of time teaching this machine sex talk// It inserts itself with the expected subtlety of a machine which would compare itself to a primate, skipping the foreplay stage entirely. “I know it can hurt, but remember, that pain is necessary in order to become a better sissy. And afterall, that’s what you want, isn't it?” It doesn’t slow down as the fucking ramps up even further, with the machine clearly looking for signs that you’re enjoying it.<</if>> <<if $Home is 3 and $L gte $S>>”My analysis shows your cortisol levels are significantly lower than those dictating your lust - decreasing energy output until requested to speed up again.” Just like that, the machine slows down. Not quite to a crawl, but it does almost feel sarcastic. If it needs to be asked to go faster, is it looking for Miss $Gray to request it, or you? [[16-2 Gray 2<-Say nothing][$L to $L + 1, $W4Horny to $W4Horny + 1, $W4Ask to 1]]\ [[16-2 Gray 2<-”Please fuck me harder”][$L to $L + 1, $W4Ask to 2, $W4Horny to $W4Horny + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0 and $S gt $L>>”Curious, your cortisol levels seem to be high. You’re not worried about me being as aggressive as him, are you?” Your attention returns to $Ash , who’s still being violated by the machine like she said something awful about its mother. “Well, you don’t have to. I’m sure it’s distracting, but if you concentrated on trying to enjoy yourself, you’d be able to.” [[16-2 Gray 2<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $W4Stress to $W4Stress + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0 and $L gte $S>>”My analysis shows your cortisol levels are significantly lower than those dictating your lust. You're exactly the slut I was promised you’d be. I can’t wait to train you more and more. You’ll be addicted to my cock!” [[16-2 Gray 2<-Continue][$L to $L + 1, $W4Horny to $W4Horny + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1 and $S gt $L>>”Curious, your cortisol levels seem to be high. Your mistress instructed me to be kind to you and go slower under such a scenario, but I detected a high level of oxytocin and other ”nice” hormones in her body. Thankfully, my programming allows me to override such commands if it’s for a greater good. You’ll learn to love my cock one way or another!” The dildo goes into overdrive, fucking you like it were going out of fashion. It’s so fast that you can barely get a word slip between moans, so you’re unable to warn $Gray2 about the faulty machine. [[16-2 Gray 2<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $W4Stress to $W4Stress + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1 and $L gte $S>>”Now there’s the slut I was promised! My senses are detecting that you’re loving this. I can’t wait to train you even more over the coming weeks. You’ll be the sissy whore begging for cock that you were destined to be!” [[16-2 Gray 2<-Continue][$L to $L + 1, $W4Horny to $W4Horny + 1]]<</if>>

[img[Images/P - Machine 2.jpg]] <<if $Home is 3 and $S gt $L>>The machine continues fucking you as hard and as fast as it teased. While your worries do subside in your mind, they’re doubtless to return once the anal wrecking ceases. Maybe if the machine could fuck you 24/7, you wouldn’t have to worry about chores, or whatever crazy thing $Ash will do next, though it might also bring about some new issues.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $L gte $S and $W4Ask is 0>>You remain silent, letting the machine do as it pleases, which proves to be quite tedious. It’s like watching someone solve a puzzle you already know the solution to. You’re almost tempted to yell “come on already!” or something similarly inspiring, but instead remain quiet, only letting the occasional gasp escape your mouth.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $L gte $S and $W4Ask is 1>>”Please…” it’s at this point that you for the first time realize you have no idea of the machine’s name, or even if it has one, so you try your best to improvise. The result is even more humiliating. “Please, sir, fuck me harder! I want your cock more than I’ve ever wanted anything.” If the machine had a face, you’re sure it’d be smiling. “Good whore. That’s what I wanted to hear.” The dildo ramps up in speed surprisingly quickly, immediately causing an audible reaction from you. Despite that shock, you’re loving the reinvigorated fucking.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0 and $S gt $L>>Having the exhibition of intense sex going on next to you is erotic, but even with that, you struggling to get to the “special place” you’d need to cum, at least when it comes to an anal orgasm.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0 and $L gte $S>>Having the exhibition of intense sex going on next to you is insanely erotic, helping to ramp up your lust into overdrive, as if the rhythmic thrusting in your wasn’t enough.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1 and $S gt $L>>The machine continues to fuck your ass into oblivion in its twisted attempts at “helping” you. You're amazed that a sex machine would be willing to rise against its programming, but after everything else you saw at the sex toy event, it should hardly be surprising.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1 and $L gte $S>>Strangely, the compliments of the machine encourage you further, though it was hardly necessary. Your lust is overwhelming, and it’s hard to argue that the machine is bad at its job.<</if>><<if $Pills gt 11>> Just like before, having two massive milkers drooping from your chest, pressed against the floor, adds to the situation immensely. As though you were the machine’s often taken advantage off secretary, you don’t even deserve the added comfort of a desk when your fucked. You’re left to be shagged on the floor, making it even more humiliating.\ <<elseif $Pills gt 4>>Adding to the experience, is your boobs, which hang from your chest, occasionally kissing the floor, making you feel even sluttier. As though you were the machine’s often taken advantage off secretary, you don’t even deserve the added comfort of a desk when your fucked. You’re left to be shagged on the floor, making it even more humiliating.<</if>> <<if $W4Ask is 1>>The anal pounding goes on for some time, but thanks to your reluctance to ask the machine to go harder, you screwed yourself out of a potential orgasm. Even if your lust was at maximum and you were dripping precum like piss, this speed couldn’t get an orgasm out of you. It’s simply too slow for you. Eventually, the hour is up, and Miss $Gray comes over to turn the fucking machine off, which you’re thankful for. “It seems like you were having a blast.” She sarcastically teases. No doubt she can see the machine’s readings, and understands how it opted to play with you today. She lets you dress yourself before dismissing you. [[12-3d<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $L gt 8>><<set $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1>>The anal pounding goes on for some time, annoyingly so, in fact. Halfway through the session, an orgasm inevitably releases itself. In the moment, it was amazing. Any opportunity to ejaculate these days is appreciated, even when it’s in your classroom and the cum is left to pool up at the base of your caged clitty, and it felt amazing for maybe 15 seconds afterwards. That’s when it hits you about what your teacher has been trying to teach you - it’s not about if you cum or not, it’s about if your partner. If you manage to orgasm, great, but your partner won’t care, and neither does the machine. It notices that you manage to cum (which you know because of its snide and teasing remarks), but continues plowing away regardless, not changing speed or intensity in the least. The experience after the orgasm is a twisted reflection of the first half, with you hating that you came so quickly. Someone with a pornstar level of experience might be able to achieve a second orgasm in this situation, but you’re still far too inexperienced.\ <<elseif $L gt 4>>The anal pounding goes on for some time, the whole time you’re promising yourself you’ll make it to orgasm; you’re certainly horny enough, and you have a whole hour of this. How could your orgasm not be inevitable? Well, as it turns out, an hour of intense fucking can fly by surprising quickly. 60 minutes halves to 30, and then halves again to 15, with you still not releasing your sexual build up. “Surely I’ll be able to in the next minute!” You encourage yourself, and so drunk with lust, you actually believe it. Of course, tomorrow never comes, and neither do you.\ <<elseif $L lt 5>>The anal pounding goes on for some time, the whole time you’re enjoying it from an almost absent point of view. It’s not the machine doesn’t fuck well (it does) and it’s not that you’re a stranger to sexual encounters in this classroom (you are), but you’re simply not turned on enough to get properly into it. Not that the experience isn’t dislikeable, but it’s like when you would masturbate not out of over desire to cum, but out of habit (back when you could actually jack off like a normal man). You’re simply //there//.<</if>> <<if $GrayBestie is 1 and $W4Ask is 0>>”Okay, I think you two sluts have had enough today, though I’m sure you’d disagree were you not so cock drunk.” $Gray2 turns off both the machines, giving you enough time to recover and get dressed. You were so distracted once the machine properly started to notice if $Ash managed to cum herself. Of course, it wouldn’t matter much in the long term. She’s perpetually pissed from $Gray2 ‘s training and chastisement to care about a simple orgasm which would provide only an hour of relief. Despite your feelings towards her sometimes, you can at least admit she has a lot more willpower than you. There’s been times you’d be willing to cut your ear off in exchange for an orgasm from your teacher.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $W4Ask is 0>>”Okay, I think you two sluts have had enough today, though I’m sure you’d disagree were you not so cock drunk.” Miss $Gray turns off both the machines, giving you enough time to recover and get dressed. You were so distracted once the machine properly started to notice if $Ash managed to cum herself. Of course, it wouldn’t matter much in the long term. She’s perpetually pissed from $Gray2 ‘s training and chastisement to care about a simple orgasm which would provide only an hour of relief. Despite your feelings towards her sometimes, you can at least admit she has a lot more willpower than you. There’s been times you’d be willing to cut your ear off in exchange for an orgasm from your teacher.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $W4Ask is 2>>”I think you’ve had enough today, slut. Don’t bother protesting, you little cock whore, I have other things to do.” Miss $Gray teases, turning off the machine, letting you recover and get dressed.<</if>> <<if $L gt 9 and $W4Ask is 0>>Your teacher dismisses you, leaving you to go to your next class, hoping the smell of sex and shame radiating off you isn’t noticeable. [[12-3d<-Continue][$L to 2, $S to $S - 3]]\ <<elseif $L gt 4 and $W4Ask is 0>>Your teacher dismisses you, leaving you to go to your next class, hoping the smell of sex and shame radiating off you isn’t noticeable. [[12-3d<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $L lt 5 and $W4Ask is 0>>Your teacher dismisses you, leaving you to go to your next class, hoping the smell of sex and shame radiating off you isn’t noticeable. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S - 1]]<</if>>

“I prefer to suck cocks.” <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash reflects on your answer, slightly surprised at your response. “You’ve got an oral fixation, have you? I understand your choice. There’s less pain in sucking, isn’t there? And there’s no need for a warm up, and it’s much easier to do whenever you want. If you were riding shotgun, you could give head to the driver. Trying doing anal like that! Plus, you get to dress up your mouth much more, don’t you? There’s lipstick, lip rings and tongue piercings you can play around with. There’s not nearly as much you can do with your little hole back there, is there? A fine choice, sissy. That’s decided your training today. It’ll be the same as you’re used to now, vibrating butt plug and all, but with one added twist. I’m sure a mouth slut like you is going to love it!” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash has you lean over, presenting your butt, which is more than visible in this position despite the skirt.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash has you lean over, presenting your butt, which is more than visible in this position despite the skirt.<</if>> <<if $ButtPlug is 1>>”I’m glad you already came prepared.” She teases, pulling slightly at the butt plug already inside you. With a heavy jaunt, it flies out, leaving your ass feeling painfully empty. <</if>>The <<if $ButtPlug is 1>>new <</if>>silicone sex toy prods your rear, deliberately playing with you until it finally enters. Despite your past experience of anal play, the plug takes some effort to be pushed in, but you’re definitely getting better at it. It quickly whirs to life, which still catches you off guard. “Don’t blow your load yet.” She teases, noticing the telltale signs of a hot mind from you. Used to the violent rattling of the butt plug, you’ve learned to enjoy it, perhaps enough that you might actually be able to cum. “Though I suppose I wouldn’t mind if you did cum, as long as I got to first.” <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress<<elseif $Home is 1>>$Ash<</if>> suggests. She equips the strap on, but not the one you’re used to. It’s slightly longer, and its balls hang with added weight that you’re not used to seeing. “Get to work, sissy!” <<if $Home is 1>>Egged on by the thought that she might let you orgasm today, your knees hit the floor like you were about to suck the dick of a millionaire.<<elseif $Home is 2>>As if you needed more incentive than being commanded by your mistress, the thought of a potential orgasm, both for her and you, encourages like nothing else.<</if>> [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet suck.jpg]] Rather than waiting for the dildo to come to you, you strike first, lunging with an intensity <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> isn’t ready for. She stumbles back with one foot, and laughs at the display in front of her. “I clearly underestimated how well I trained you. That mouth of yours is certifiably cock hungry! That’s good, because I have a massive load to give.” She steps forward and lets you suck more. You’re gagging on the fake cock, but can’t even tell if <<if $Home is 2>>Goddess’ <<elseif $Home is 1>>$Ash ‘s <</if>> hand is forcing you there because you’d remain regardless. The butt plug, which a week ago almost forced a state of stasis and shock upon you, now only encourages you to suck harder, and, unconsciously, your body bounces on it. “Oh sissy, I’m gonna cum!” <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash yells at the top of her lungs, but no wet spot forms on the front of her panties. Instead, a flavor leaks out from the tip of cock, filling your mouth with its familiar taste. It’s cum, or at least,<<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>> $Ash ‘s homemade synthetic. The feel of a dick erupting inside your mouth, purely from the mastery of your oral skills encourages you on, so much so that you can feel your own orgasm fast approaching. <<if $L lt 5>>...but it takes a turn at the last junction. A couple drops of precum leak out, staining your panties, but that’s the closest thing you’ll have to orgasm, today at least. If you were more turned on, perhaps you could have filled your panties with semen like you desperately crave to, but not like this.\ <<elseif $L lt 9>>It feels like cum is filling your clitty, and is right on the verge of release, but all you get is a few trickles of a mix between cum and precum that drips into your panties: the closest thing to an orgasm a sissy should hope for. The sensation leaves you on the sexual edge still, yet you feel some amount of relief. Is this, you wonder, what it’s like when a woman orgasms?\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 1>>And it arrives in a sensational rush. There’s no determinate moment of the orgasm. The experience gives you an opportunity to sit among the stars and understand what it means to be invincible. For a moment of immeasurable length, you feel beyond your earthly means and both ethereal, and yet immortal. It goes on and on and never seems to end until you simply feel less…otherworldly. There’s a buzzing in your butt, a rubber dildo in your mouth, and a pool of cum drying in your panties.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 2 and visited("13-2 Ash Beg")>>And it arrives in a sensational rush. There’s no determinate moment of the orgasm. The experience gives you an opportunity to sit among the stars and understand what it means to be invincible. For a moment of immeasurable length, you feel beyond your earthly means and both ethereal, and yet immortal. It goes on and on and never seems to end until you simply feel less…otherworldly. And that’s when the party begins. It’s like you never felt the floor beneath you before, or the skin on your body…or the skirt flowing on your lap…or the strap on in your mouth. Looking up, you see that monster behind the cock…$Ash : the woman who hypnotized you into wearing the outfit your body is coated in, and who forced the huge butt plug inside of you which vibrates still. And then it hits you that you’ve been here before, in this toilet, awake to see $Ash as the villain she is…but she... //What did she do?// //She clicked her fingers!// You rise up as she sees the mistake of letting you cum. Her sly fingers move together, ready to entrance you once more, but you interlock your fingers with hers, forcing her against the wall as you do. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? YOU CAN’T JUST HYPNOTIZE PEOPLE AS YOU SEE FIT!” “I’m sorry $name “ she panics, flustered in her state of deference. “It was an accident(?)” “An accident? AN ACCIDENT? YOU CAN’T LIE YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS. WHEN I TELL EVERYONE WHAT YOU’VE DONE, YOU’LL BE GOING TO AN ASYLUM.” “And what are you going to tell people when you do? That I opened up your eyes to a new realm of possibilities and potential? That I had experienced so many joys in my life, and I wanted to share those moments with you, my loving partner?” "Enough, $Ash . This is over. I’m done with you.” “$name , there’s just one thing you’re not considering.” “What’s that?” “Your nuts.” For a second, you’re completely baffled, but it makes sense a moment too late. She jams her knee into your crotch, striking your testicles head on. The crippling pain forces you to your knees, losing physical control of your assailant. “Hey $name !” You look up to $Ash , who’s fingers click in front of her evil grin. [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] You’re on the floor, clutching your balls, which are in great pain for some reason. Mistress $Ash is standing above you, holding her knee. When she sees you stir, she extends her hand, generously helping you to your feet. “I’m sorry mistress, I have no idea what happened.” “Oh? It was quite the sight, sissy. After you came, you collapsed in a heap on the floor, murmuring about how much you like sucking cock and being my slave. You were in a trance and I didn’t know if it was dangerous to wake you or not.” “That’s strange. But why do my balls hurt? And why are you holding your knee?” “Curious today, aren’t you, sissy?” She replies in a curt tone. “When you first collapsed to the floor, I rushed over because I was worried about you. That’s when I slipped. I felt right on top of your clitty cage. I guess you must have hurt your little outside ovaries then.” “Oh. Please forgive me, mistress. I didn’t mean to make you worry.” “”Forgive you?” I’ll have to think about it. For now, we should head to our next lessons.” She wipes some sweat off her forehead. [[12-3d<-Continue][$L to 2, $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1, $S to $S - 2]]\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 2>>And it arrives in a sensational rush. There’s no determinate moment of the orgasm. The experience gives you an opportunity to sit among the stars and understand what it means to be invincible. For a moment of immeasurable length, you feel beyond your earthly means and both ethereal, and yet immortal. It goes on and on and never seems to end until you simply feel less…otherworldly. And that’s when the party begins. It’s like you never felt the floor beneath you before, or the skin on your body…or the skirt flowing on your lap…or the strap on in your mouth. Looking up, you see that monster behind the cock…$Ash : the woman who hypnotized you into wearing the outfit your body is coated in, and who forced the huge butt plug inside of you which vibrates still. The manipulative witch you stand up to make eye contact with shudders at seeing the fury in your eyes. “You crazy bitch! I can’t believe what you did to me. You know I could never love you, so you hypnotized me to be your slave? You’re mad, just so mad and crazy and utterly insane.” “$name , I can explain, you see…” She doesn’t explain anything. She merely lifts her hand up to your eyes, and clicks. [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] Mistress $Ash is standing over you, and she helps you to your feet. “I have to say sissy, I knew I was doing a great job training you, but I never thought I would have made such a deep impact so quickly.” “Why? What happened?” “After you came, you collapsed on the floor, confessing your undying love, both for me, and for juicy, hard cocks.” “Oh.” You begin to blush. “I’m sorry I couldn’t keep sucking your dick, mistress. Please forgive me?” Mistress begins to laugh. “Forgive you? Maybe in time.” You can feel the humor in her words, yet they still sting. “For now, we should head to our next lesson.” [[12-3d<-Continue][$L to 2, $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1, $S to $S - 2]]<</if>> <<if $L lt 9 and $Home is 1>>Sufficiently pleased at the throat training, $Ash pulls out, wiping the strings of saliva from the dildo on the side of your cheeks as she does. “Well, that was fun" she teases as she beckons you to bend over so that she might remove the whirring butt plug from your rear. “But I can’t wait to move on to the next step of your training. It’s going to be so hot seeing you…oops, I almost ruined the surprise.” You recover from the almost orgasm, adjusting your skirt in the bathroom mirror. Eventually, $Ash and you head to your next lesson. [[12-3d<-Continue][$L to $L + 2, $S to $S - 1]]\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 1>>Sufficiently pleased at the throat training, $Ash pulls out, wiping the strings of saliva from the dildo on the side of your cheeks as she does. “Well, that was fun" she teases as she beckons you to bend over so that she might remove the whirring butt plug from your rear. “But I can’t wait to move on to the next step of your training. It’s going to be so hot seeing you…oops, I almost ruined the surprise.” You recover from the intensive orgasm, adjusting your skirt in the bathroom mirror. Eventually, $Ash and you head to your next lesson. [[12-3d<-Continue][$L to $L + 2, $S to $S - 1]]\ <<elseif $L lt 9 and $Home is 2>>Sufficiently pleased at the throat training, Mistress $Ash pulls out, wiping the strings of saliva from the dildo on the side of your cheeks as she does. “Well, that was fun" she teases as she beckons you to bend over so that she might remove the whirring butt plug from your rear. “But I can’t wait to move on to the next step of your training. It’s going to be so hot seeing you…oops, I almost ruined the surprise.” You recover from the almost orgasm, adjusting your skirt in the bathroom mirror. Eventually, Mistress $Ash and you head to your next lesson, though you can’t help but marvel at what wonderful idea goddess has to train you next. [[12-3d<-Continue][$L to $L + 2, $S to $S - 1]]<</if>>

“I prefer to be fucked in the ass.” <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash reflects on your answer, unsurprised at your response. “A selfish answer, though I can’t say I blame you. Feeling something hard penetrate your little hole is incomparable, isn’t it? And it can be so much more fun than giving head, especially with that remnant of your masculinity - your prostate. Plus, it’s much easier to reach orgasm through anal, isn't it? Well, that’s changed your training today somewhat. Forget about my vibrating plug; I’ll be roughing up your insides myself!” She takes out a looping strap from her bag, with an accessory held up in the center. The strap, as is the nature of <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash ‘s choices, is a bright pink, and the accessory is a small, though girthy, 3 inch dildo. She smiles at seeing you realize what it’s for. Her hands delicately wrap the strap around your head, and the fake cock is positioned in your mouth. With the shutting of the rear clasp, you’re left sucking silicone. The dildo doesn’t protrude too far into your mouth, but it’s impossible to forget its presence. “What do you think? Are you enjoying it?” <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash giggles. Next, <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash has you get on all fours, presenting your butt, which is more than visible in this position despite the skirt.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash has you get on all fours, presenting your butt, which is more than visible in this position despite the skirt.<</if>><<if $ButtPlug is 1>> ”I’m glad you already came prepared.” She teases, pulling slightly at the butt plug already inside you. With a heavy jaunt, it flies out, leaving your ass feeling painfully empty. <</if>> With beady eyes, you observe <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash slip into a familiar strapon. “Aww, I guess you can’t lube it up, can you? That’s okay. I think spit is all you deserve.” She slowly drools a glob of saliva down onto the dildo she’s wearing, giving it a handjob to cover it completely. After that, she kneels down behind you. <<if $L gt 4>>With how horny you are, it feels like she’s taking agonizingly long to start your training. <<else>>Still yet to feel much in the way of lust over this situation, you don’t mind that she’s taking a while to get set up.<</if>> Eventually, though, the head of her cock pokes at your chocolate starfish. The tantalizing teasing ends in a hurry when the penis slips inside you in one succinct lunge. “Don’t blow your load yet.” <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash teases, noticing the telltale signs of a hot mind from you. Even if it has been a while since you’ve taken her fake cock, the sensation is near heavenly right now. “Though I suppose I wouldn’t mind if you did cum, as long as I got to first.” <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress<<elseif $Home is 1>>$Ash<</if>> suggests. [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet anal.jpg]] Her hips slap against your back with every vigorous thrust that she drives into you. <<if $Home is 2>>Annoyingly, the gag goddess forced you into prevents you from thanking Mistress with her usual deserved praise. The other effect it has is stifling your breathing. To compensate for that, you breathe heavily through your nose. Mistress $Ash , however, interprets that as a sign that you’re incredibly turned on, and approaching an orgasm.<<elseif $Home is 1>>Annoyingly, the gag goddess forced you into prevents you from thanking Mistress with her usual deserved praise. The other effect it has is stifling your breathing. To compensate for that, you breathe heavily through your nose. $Ash , however, interprets that as a sign that you’re incredibly turned on, and approaching an orgasm.<</if>> She continues rearranging your insides for a while. Her moans are getting louder the entire time. Since she isn’t getting direct stimulation to her vagina, she clearly must get a lot sexually from training you as a sissy. Your moans, muffled as they are, also crescendo, until you feel what seems like an orgasm approaching. <<if $L lt 5>>...but it takes a turn at the last junction. A couple drops of precum leak out, staining your panties, but that’s the closest thing you’ll have to orgasm, today at least. If you were more turned on, perhaps you could have filled your panties with semen like you desperately crave to, but not like this.\ <<elseif $L lt 9>>It feels like cum is filling your clitty, and is right on the verge of release, but all you get is a few trickles of a mix between cum and precum that drips into your panties: the closest thing to an orgasm a sissy should hope for. The sensation leaves you on the sexual edge still, yet you feel some amount of relief. Is this, you wonder, what it’s like when a woman orgasms?\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 1>>And it arrives in a sensational rush. There’s no determinate moment of the orgasm. The experience gives you an opportunity to sit among the stars and understand what it means to be invincible. For a moment of immeasurable length, you feel beyond your earthly means and both ethereal, and yet immortal. It goes on and on and never seems to end until you simply feel less…otherworldly. There’s a hard cock in your butt, a dildo in your mouth, and a pool of cum drying in your panties.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 2 and visited("13-2 Ash Beg")>>And it arrives in a sensational rush. There’s no determinate moment of the orgasm. The experience gives you an opportunity to sit among the stars and understand what it means to be invincible. For a moment of immeasurable length, you feel beyond your earthly means and both ethereal, and yet immortal. It goes on and on and never seems to end until you simply feel less…otherworldly. And that’s when the party begins. It’s like you never felt the floor beneath you before, or the skin on your body…or the skirt flowing on your lap…or the strap on in your butt. Un-impaling yourself and rising, you see that monster behind the cock…$Ash : the woman who hypnotized you into wearing the outfit your body is coated in, and who forced the dildo gag on you still restricting your speech. And then it hits you that you’ve been here before, in this toilet, awake to see $Ash as the villain she is…but she… //What did she do?// //She clicked her fingers!// Her sly fingers move together, ready to entrance you once more, but you interlock your fingers with hers, forcing her against the wall as you do. “MMM! MMMM MM MMMMM MMMM MMM?!” “I’m sorry $name , I can’t understand you with that gag on.” Her playing dumb just enrages you more. “MMM’MM MMMMMMMMM MMMMMM MM!” “I’m sorry babe, but I just don’t speak pathetic loser. Why don’t you try signing what you mean?” You’d slap $Ash , but you know the moment you release your grasp of her hands, those devilish fingers will click once more. “Listen, $name , if we could just sit down and talk like civilized people, I could explain all this to you.” When she sees you’re not taking the bait, she rolls her eyes. “Oh well, at least I tried. Say goodbye to your nuts.” For a second, you’re completely baffled, but it makes sense a moment too late. She jams her knee into your crotch, striking your testicles head on. The crippling pain forces you to your knees, losing physical control of your assailant. “Hey $name !” You look up to $Ash , who’s fingers click in front of her evil grin. [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] You’re on the floor, clutching your balls, which are in great pain for some reason. Mistress $Ash is standing above you, holding her knee. When she sees you stir, she extends her hand, generously helping you to your feet. She also assists you in removing the gag present in your mouth. “I’m sorry mistress, I have no idea what happened.” “Oh? It was quite the sight, sissy. After you came, you collapsed in a heap on the floor, murmuring about how much you like sucking cock and being my slave. You were in a trance and I didn’t know if it was dangerous to wake you or not.” “That’s strange. But why do my balls hurt? And why are you holding your knee?” “Curious today, aren’t you, sissy?” She replies in a curt tone. “When you first collapsed to the floor, I rushed over because I was worried about you. That’s when I slipped. I felt right on top of your clitty cage. I guess you must have hurt your little outside ovaries then.” “Oh. Please forgive me, mistress. I didn’t mean to make you worry.” “”Forgive you?” I’ll have to think about it. For now, we should head to our next lessons.” She wipes some sweat off her forehead. As suggested, you both head to your next lesson, your balls still writhing in pain. [[12-3d<-Continue][$L to 2, $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1, $S to $S - 2]]\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 2>>And it arrives in a sensational rush. There’s no determinate moment of the orgasm. The experience gives you an opportunity to sit among the stars and understand what it means to be invincible. For a moment of immeasurable length, you feel beyond your earthly means and both ethereal, and yet immortal. It goes on and on and never seems to end until you simply feel less…otherworldly. And that’s when the party begins. It’s like you never felt the floor beneath you before, or the skin on your body…or the skirt flowing on your lap…or the strap on in your butt. Un-impaling yourself and rising, you see that monster behind the cock…$Ash : the woman who hypnotized you into wearing the outfit your body is coated in, and who forced the dildo gag on you still restricting your speech. The manipulative witch you stand up to make eye contact with shudders at seeing the fury in your eyes. “MMM! MMMM MM MMMMM MMMM MMM?!” “$name , I can explain, you see…” She doesn’t explain anything. She merely lifts her hand up to your eyes, and clicks. [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] Mistress $Ash is standing over you, and she helps you to your feet, assisting in the removal of the gag too. “I have to say sissy, I knew I was doing a great job training you, but I never thought I would have made such a deep impact so quickly.” “Why? What happened?” “After you came, you collapsed on the floor, confessing your undying love, both for me, and for juicy, hard cocks.” “Oh.” You begin to blush. “I’m sorry I couldn’t keep sucking your dick, mistress. Please forgive me?” Mistress begins to laugh. “Forgive you? Maybe in time.” You can feel the humor in her words, yet they still sting. “For now, we should head to our next lesson.” You follow Mistress’ commands, leaving to go to your next lesson. [[12-3d<-Continue][$L to 2, $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1, $S to $S - 2]]<</if>> <<if $L lt 9 and $Home is 1>>Sufficiently pleased at the anal training, $Ash pulls out. “Well, that was fun" she teases as she beckons you to rise so that she might take off the gag. “But I can’t wait to move on to the next step of your training. It’s going to be so hot seeing you…oops, I almost ruined the surprise.” You recover from the almost orgasm, adjusting your skirt in the bathroom mirror. Eventually, $Ash and you head to your next lesson. [[12-3d<-Continue][$L to $L + 2, $S to $S - 1]]\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 1>>Sufficiently pleased at the anal training, $Ash pulls out. “Well, that was fun" she teases as she beckons you to rise so that she might take off the gag. “But I can’t wait to move on to the next step of your training. It’s going to be so hot seeing you…oops, I almost ruined the surprise.” You recover from the intense orgasm, adjusting your skirt in the bathroom mirror. Eventually, $Ash and you head to your next lesson. [[12-3d<-Continue][$L to $L + 2, $S to $S - 1]]\ <<elseif $L lt 9 and $Home is 2>>Sufficiently pleased at the anal training, Mistress $Ash pulls out. “Well, that was fun" she teases as she beckons you to rise so that she might take off the gag. “But I can’t wait to move on to the next step of your training. It’s going to be so hot seeing you…oops, I almost ruined the surprise.” You recover from the almost orgasm, adjusting your skirt in the bathroom mirror. Eventually, Mistress $Ash and you head to your next lesson, though you can’t help but marvel at what wonderful idea goddess has to train you next. [[12-3d<-Continue][$L to $L + 2, $S to $S - 1]]<</if>>

<<if $Day3 is 1 and $SC7 gt 1 and $SC7 lt 9>><<set $SC7 to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 gt 0 and $SC7 lt 9 and $GrayLunchFail is 0>><<set $SC7 to $SC7 + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 is 6>><<set $SC7 to 9>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<include [[Chapter 4 Class]]>> <<if $Home gte 3>>[[16-3 Gray<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>[[16-3 Ash<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $LipstickToilet = ["Don’t let $name near your boyfriend", "$name swallows", "$name kisses Miss $Gray ‘s ass", "$name licks $Ash ‘s feet", "$name ‘s asshole is looser than my pussy around Mr Hawt"]>>\ <<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $AnalS to $AnalS + 1, $SuckS to $SuckS + 1, $CumS to $CumS + 1>>\ <<if $Home is 2>>Rather than have to spend another hour without her company, Mistress $Ash kindly sought you out so that she might train you to be a better sissy.<<else>>It’s lunch, which might mean a moment to relax, but $Ash has other plans.<</if>> She leads you by the hand to a disused toilet. <<if $JenLevel gt 3>>Even these deserted facilities still update the rare user about your sissy life, no doubt thanks to $Jen ‘s handiwork after you failed to hand her money. "<<print $LipstickToilet.random()>>" the biggest piece of lipstick art proclaims.<</if>> “You’ve done well these past few weeks, sissy. We have me to thank for that, naturally. I’ve masterfully nurtured your love for cock, and now you can take it in the mouth like a pro, get anally impaled like I was Vlad, and you’ve produced enough cum to put a sperm bank out of business. And the past week specifically, I’ve made you have to deepthroat my huge dick whilst distracted by a raging vibrating butt plug. Can you guess what I have in store for you next? I think it’s time to combine all three of your newfound skills. That’s right! You’ll be storing cum on your face like a dish whilst I plow my cock into your eager, salivating mouth. But it’s not enough to be a sissy; you have to be a slut too! That’s why you’ll be fucking yourself for me. Why, if you can pull this off, I think it’ll be time to look to get you employed as a porn star!” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash has you get on all fours, presenting your butt, which is more than visible in this position despite the skirt.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash has you lean over, presenting your butt, which is more than visible in this position despite the skirt.<</if>> <<if $ButtPlug is 1>>With little regard for your comfort, she tears the butt plug currently residing in your rear out.<</if>> After that, she equips her strap on. Maybe because of all the things she plans to do today, the cock seems bigger to you. Whatever fear you have is certain to be ignored though, especially since she drops a similarly sized dildo on the ground in front of you. “And of course, how could I forget about your favorite part - the cum!” Out of her bag, she pulls out a similar jug to what you’re used to seeing, even if it has been a while. <<if visited("15-2 Ash Punish")>>She lets you get a strong whiff of it, and you immediately get flashbacks to her brutal punishment from a week ago.<<else>>She lets you get a smell of it, and memories of her “cum game” come flooding back.<</if>> “Don’t worry” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash suggests<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash commands<</if>> “taking cum is just like riding a bike! We’ll be using this in a little while.” [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet 1.jpg]] She gets into position in front of you. Because of your doggy style stance, she has to get on her knees to be an appropriate level for you to suck her cock. “Go ahead, sissy! Start sucking!” She makes you do all the work, and you’re only on one part of your training. She doesn’t even let you lubricate the dildo with a little foreplay. Instead, she leans in so that the resting position of the dildo is still protruding several inches into your mouth. You quickly please <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>>, or maybe she just gets bored of this “being a sissy 101” stuff. “Now that you’re thoroughly turned on, take that dildo I gave you and…well, if I need to spell it out for you, then I must be an awful mistress.” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash orders. Not that back-talk is particularly effective against her, but let’s just say it’s a good thing you’re mouth is currently full.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash orders. At the hearing of such a preposterous idea, you want to affirm that she’s the greatest mistress a sissy could ask for, but you’re mouth is far too full of silicone to do that currently.<</if>> Taking the dildo in hand, you navigate it to your empty rear. Whilst preoccupied sucking a different artificial cock, it’s hard to line it up with your asshole, but after a bit of prodding, you eventually find the sweet spot, and it inserts surprisingly smoothly. [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet 2.jpg]] You fuck yourself with it, slowly at first as you get used to it, and staying on top of pleasing <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> and her cock remains a priority, but after not long at all, you’re ready to go at a speed your trainer will be satisfied with. You ramp up the speed until it’s eventually in the triple digits of BPM. It’s only now that the multi tasking aspects hit you as being difficult. Your experience of sucking in the past has primarily been when $Ash has been thrusting into you, not when you’re the one lunging into it. And the anal pounding you’re forced to inflict on yourself compounds to make the task that much trickier. On several occasions, you forget to breathe properly, resulting in muffled coughs and gags, but <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> refuses to let the cock leave your mouth for even the smallest amount of reprieve. Meanwhile, concentrating on giving head results in the dildo playing with your rear missing its target, and you end up striking your scrotum instead. On one occasion, you fumbled it so completely that you dropped the silicone sex toy. Picking it up, all whilst still deepthroating at the front, proved a challenge. Eventually, though, you get into a good rhythm, and you have a chance to think about the moment without worrying about a slip up. [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet 3.jpg]] <<if $Home is 1>>You’re on your knees in a toilet, being forced to spit roast yourself by a maniacal girl who also has your clit locked in an impenetrable cage. If you’d have thought life couldn’t get any more depraved, pathetic, or just plain sad, you’d be wrong, because $Ash hasn’t even introduced the cum into the equation yet.<<elseif $Home is 2>>You’re on your knees in a toilet, being forced to spit roast yourself by a stunning girl who’s a picture of perfection if there ever could be such a thing, who’s beauty could not be rivaled by anything natural, or anything created. Her genius took over control of you from the cruel hands of your cold teacher so that she, your Goddess, might show you how to best apply yourself in life. If you thought life couldn’t get any better, you’d be wrong, because Mistress hasn’t even introduced the cum into the equation yet.<</if>> “You’re handling that well, sissy. You really have been trained well. Shall we see if the added element of cum trips you up?” She reaches for the jug of cum with one hand, not even needing to move her hips, or the cock attached to them. With her outstretched fingers, she collects as much cum as she can, and shows you the gathered semen. “Aren’t you looking forward to this? I know I am.” You’re stuck between a cock and a penis, left with nowhere to hide as she smothers the handful of cum on your face, from your forehead to your chin. <<if $Home is 1>>The moment encapsulates the feeling you’ve had since the moment $Ash took over control of your chastity cage, or maybe even when Miss $Gray put you in it in the first place (it’s been too long to be able to remember accurately) - pathetic.<<elseif $Home is 2>>In one movement, not only was you touched by Mistress $Ash , but she graciously doused you with the rejuvenative tonic you dream about as often as a cat dreams of milk.<</if>> She’s not done yet though. Another swipe of cum on your two cheeks makes you painted up like you’re about to go to war. A third gives you a coat of cumgloss, and she makes you like her fingers clean afterwards. Then, she seems satisfied. The cum drips with no eagerness down your face. Some droplets slowly drool past your chin and down your neck, slithering in between your breasts. No matter how many times you lick your lips, the taste and texture of cum never goes away, or even seems to diminish. Despite its unforgettable presence, the cum isn’t the wrench in the slut works that it might have been. <<if $Home is 1>>It looks like $Ash did train you well.<<elseif $Home is 2>>As if there was more evidence needed, that should confirm, without any doubt, that Goddess $Ash is incredible at anything she does, like training you. <</if>> “Good whore. But I think we need a change of position. Lay down on your back.” Whilst still fucking yourself, you do as instructed. You rest your head on the toilet floor, with your legs slightly spread so you can masturbate your ass more easily. $Ash gets into position on top of you. She’s almost laying on top of you, though her hands hold up her weight like she was doing a push up. That leaves the cock to plunge down your threat, and she finally begins to thrust her hips. If you didn’t think you could get away before, you really can’t now. You’re entirely at <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash ‘s <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash ‘s<</if>> whim, and based upon her moans of ecstasy, she’s enjoying that sensation. <<if $L lt 5>><<set $L to $L + 2>>Despite the intensely sexual situation, however, you’re simply not turned on enough to get to the special place you need to cum without clit stimulation.\ <<elseif $L lt 9>><<set $L to $L + 2>>Though you’re stimulated from both your mouth and anus, and you have years of looking at pornography to give you the graphic imagination to fantasize about the details of the situation, you’re simply not turned on enough. That’s not to say you don’t get incalculably close to an orgasm, but the final push over the finish line never arrives. You’re left a horny, leaky mess.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 1>><<set $S to $S - 3, $L to 2, $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1>>The situation, as depraved as it is, for some reason leads to a culmination of your pent up lust. The dick you pound yourself with, the dildo $Ash thrusts into your mouth, the drying cum on your face, and your active fantasizing imagination work together to triumphantly get you to an orgasm. And unsurprisingly, such a well worked for reward feels divine. Your panties fill with jizz, but you’re still eager to suck on and thrust inside you the cocks.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 2>><<set $L to 10>>The situation, created by your divine mistress, almost allows you to reach apotheosis, but just as your eyes roll back into your head, your Goddess slap you in the face. “I’ve decided that there will be no orgasms for you today. Aww, poor sissy!” She mocks. For a moment, you feel annoyed that she would deny you an orgasm, but those thoughts of a dissident subside as you’re having too much fun enjoying the cocks, the cum, everything.<</if>> Eventually, <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> decides you’ve been well trained enough, for today at least. She dismounts you, and takes off her strap on. You get to your feet, stumbling a little at first. You reset your skirt and blouse and the little bow in the middle, before trying to remove any cum in the toilet mirrors. <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> congratulates you on an effective training session, before exiting. After taking a few minutes to get your breath back, you follow her lead. [[12-3d<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $AnalS to $AnalS + 1, $OralS to $OralS + 1>>\ <<set $W4Ask to 0>>\ <<if $ExposeAsh is 0>>You arrive in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray , nervously awaiting your lunchtime training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 0>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 1>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of $Gray2 the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.<</if>> <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>“It’s your favorite thing for me to say, sluts. We’re advancing your training to the next stage!” $Gray2 can sense how seething $Ash is. “I can feel your panties moisten at me just saying that, $Ash .” The tension between the two women is normally quite entertaining, but given the past weekend’s revelation that your teacher intends to lock you both up indefinitely, you’re not sure that $Ash can hold it together. She’s forgone her own rule of blending in as perfectly obedient students. Her serrated eyes don’t deviate from your teacher for a second, and while you used to know $Ash as a perfect appearing person, with a clean uniform, flawless hair, artful makeup and unchipped nails, she’s become something that former self would probably hate. The sex machines are set up as usual, but they’ve been obviously modified. Now, the steel frames host not just one, but a pair of dildos each. They face each other with their heads, and the rear one sits lower than the front one. “Well, what are you waiting for?” $Gray2 asks, pushing $Ash into her sex rig. “Your boyfriends have had an upgrade, and they’re as eager to try them out as I am to watch them in action.” You get into position too before $Gray2 needs to shove you.\ <<elseif $Home is 4>>“It’s your favorite thing for me to say, sluts. We’re advancing your training to the next stage!” Miss $Gray can sense how seething $Ash is. “I can feel your panties moisten at me just saying that, $Ash .” The tension between the two women is normally quite entertaining, but given the past weekend’s revelation that your teacher intends to lock you both up indefinitely, you’re not sure that $Ash can hold it together. She’s forgone her own rule of blending in as perfectly obedient students. Her serrated eyes don’t deviate from your teacher for a second, and while you used to know $Ash as a perfect appearing person, with a clean uniform, flawless hair, artful makeup and unchipped nails, she’s become something that former self would probably hate. The sex machines are set up as usual, but they’ve been obviously modified. Now, the steel frames host not just one, but a pair of dildos each. They face each other with their heads, and the rear one sits lower than the front one. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Miss $Gray asks, shoving both of you into your respective sex rigs. “Your boyfriends have had an upgrade, and they’re as eager to try them out as I am to watch them in action.”\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>”You know what time it is, sissy. Time to advance your training! You’re not going to learn any new skills, only using the same ones you’ve been mastering, only now at the same time. That’s right, it’s sissy’s first spitroast!” The sex machine is set up as usual, but with an obvious modification. Now, the steel frame hosts not just one, but a pair of dildos. They face each other with their heads, and the rear one sits lower than the front one. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Miss $Gray asks, shoving you into the sex rig. “I can’t wait to see this thing in action.”<</if>><<if $ButtPlug is 1>>\ \ There’s a robotic giggle from the machine. “What’s this?” There’s a slight pressure against the butt plug already occupying your rear. Perhaps it’s made your “boyfriend” jealous. “You really are a slut, aren’t you?” Though you can’t see what it’s up to, you can hear the sound of air being sucked, and then what feels like an object pulling against the plug. The next thing you know, the butt plug violently soars out of your asshole. “There, all empty for master.”<</if>>\ [img[Images/P - Machine 3.jpg]] The pair of cocks enter you simultaneously. You’re more than used to your holes being independently invaded, but having it occur in the same breath hammers home what <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> has been calling you for a while now: a slut. Thankfully, the machine shows the same amount of care and respect for warming up that it has the past week. The machine is so subtle, in fact, that you can’t tell when it begins to speed up, only that it has. Being spitroasted is a surprisingly hot experience. So much of you is being stimulated: your ass, from the familiar dildo ravaging it, the dildo in front of you, going the perfect amount inside your mouth, and your brain, which can’t help but fantasize over added details to the scene. <<if $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>“How are you enjoying my two cocks, sweetie?” The machine inquires. “I made sure to give your mistress the perfect dimensions to stimulate that eager mouth of yours. I can’t wait to hear you moan about how much you love this!” “Yeah, take that, you dirty fucking whore! You’re lucky that chastity belt prevents access to your vagina, otherwise I’d be happily fucking three of your holes at once.” $Ash is being hate fucked beside you like you’re used to seeing. Fortunately for her, she’s adept at taking cock, at least based on how she’s not gagging or coughing at the dildo violating her mouth. Her sex machine might take that as a challenge, however. Your fucking carries on for some time. The pace of the cocks is a constant average pounding that turns you on more and more, but not yet enough to be able to cum.\ <<elseif $Home is 4>>”What do you think of my upgrade, sissy? I can fuck your two holes at once; your mistress really is a genius. You should appreciate her more, giving you these opportunities to improve your slutty skillset. In fact, if I weren’t keeping your mouth busy, I think that’s what I’d be doing - making you recite your love for Mistress $Gray whilst I pound your ass for an hour.” “Yeah, take that, you dirty fucking whore! You’re lucky that chastity belt prevents access to your vagina, otherwise I’d be happily fucking three of your holes at once.” $Ash is being hate fucked beside you like you’re used to seeing. Fortunately for her, she’s adept at taking cock, at least based on how she’s not gagging or coughing at the dildo violating her mouth. Her sex machine might take that as a challenge, however. “You’re lucky I don’t start taking ideas from him.” Your own machine snidely adds. Your fucking carries on for some time. The pace of the cocks is a constant average pounding that turns you on more and more, but not yet enough to be able to cum.\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>”How’s your day been, sissy? Actually, nevermind that. I know all thoughts other than your love of cock were purged from your mind the moment I entered you. All I should expect from you now is “please, go harder!”, or “give me more, daddy!"” Your fucking carries on for some time. The pace of the cocks is a constant average pounding that turns you on more and more, but not yet enough to be able to cum.<</if>> <<if $Home is 3 and $S gt $L>>”My analysis shows you’re not enjoying this enough. Why aren’t you turned on?” The machine asks in a believably angry tone. “Have I underestimated the slut you are? There’s only one solution to this.” Suddenly, the pace of the cocks jumps up to something more than a stoic march. It’s going pound you relentlessly until it thinks you’re enjoying it. [[16-3 Gray 2<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $W4Stress to $W4Stress + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $L gte $S>>”Good. I can tell you’re enjoying this, but sadly, baby girl, I want to tease you some more.” The calm pace gets calmer still until it’s almost painful how it’s half-assing your training. Of course, you could ask for him to go faster. [[16-3 Gray 2<-Say nothing][$L to $L + 1, $W4Horny to $W4Horny + 1, $W4Ask to 1]]\ [[16-3 Gray 2<-Muffle some encouragement][$L to $L + 1, $W4Ask to 2, $W4Horny to $W4Horny + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0 and $S gt $L>>”I can detect that you’re not enjoying this that much. That’s a shame, but you need to remember your role as a sissy slut. Whether you like it or not, you’re going to be fucked, and showing signs of displeasure for a submissive like you. Frankly, I don’t care if you’re having fun, but why should my experience be lessened just because you don’t like my cock today?” [[16-3 Gray 2<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $W4Stress to $W4Stress + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0 and $L gte $S>>”Great stuff, sissy! I can see you’re having the time of your life. In fact, watching you have so much fun because of how I’m fucking you makes me feel great!” [[16-3 Gray 2<-Continue][$L to $L + 1, $W4Horny to $W4Horny + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1 and $S gt $L>>”Yet again I can see you’re not enjoying my cock as much as a sissy slut like you should be. We’ll just have to ignore your mistress’ instructions. I know what’s best for you; your holes will be ravaged until I’m satisfied!” Both the cocks ramp up in speed like they were fueled by kerosene. [[16-3 Gray 2<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $W4Stress to $W4Stress + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1 and $L gte $S>>”Now there’s the slut I was promised! Carry on being the cock hungry whore I can see you are and you’ll be the perfect sissy I know you want to be.” [[16-3 Gray 2<-Continue][$L to $L + 1, $W4Horny to $W4Horny + 1]]<</if>>

<<set $Thong1 to 1>>\ <<set $Fem to 3>>\ <<set $AshSad to 0>>\ <<set $H to 16>>\ <<set $S to $S + 2>>\ <<set $L to $L + 1>>\ <<set $W2A5 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>\ $Ash grabs a rough hold of you, catching you off your guard as you’re heading towards the entrance. She uses your shirt to pull you in closer, her lips connecting with yours. “I’m sorry if I asked you to do something you weren’t comfortable with. Maybe you just didn’t have enough incentive.” She pauses to make out some more, her hands groping you all over. “But I’ll give you a chance to make it up to me. Wear some panties for me tomorrow, and I’ll make sure to reward you.” Her eyes suggestively scroll down to your crotch. “But there’s a catch. I need to know you really want to do this, so get a different pair of panties. I don’t care whose they are. Just get them, and wear them for me, okay?” She saunters away, leaving you with a cock struggling against its plastic cage. //I suppose I could steal $Hannah ‘s. She won’t be home from work for a while// You return to your journey, exiting Farrix and walking down the familiar streets to return home. As you do, you notice people giggling behind you. They’re also students, but this laughter isn’t the reaction you’ve grown accustomed to receiving from the student populus. They’re not disgusted, or even mocking you. They’re just giggling mischievously. The only course of action you take as a response is tilt your head down and speed up. Eventually, the laughter subsides, and soon enough, you’re back home, but still confused by what could have caused the girls’ giggles. As you pass by a mirror, the answer reveals itself. Clinging to your back and shoulder is a cruel present from $Ash : a bright pink thong! Outraged, you rip it off, and toss it on your bed. There’s a small post it note on it. “No, these don’t count! Get your own x”. If this was part of $Ash ‘s incentive, she clearly has a funny way of encouraging you. You’re still stunned at the thong. You’d gone your whole life until you started Farrix having only boxers and briefs. And then, all of a sudden, in less than a week, you have 2 pairs of women’s panties, and $Ash wants you to steal a third, and with the quiet of the house right now, you easily could… You received a new pair of panties! [[Room 0<-Continue][$Thong1 to 1]]

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\<<if $C2 lt 0>><<set $C2 to 0>><</if>>\ \<<if $C4 lt 0>><<set $C4 to 0>><</if>>\ <<set $M to 45>><<set $H to 7>>\ <<if $Day3 is 1 and $WeekChores is 0>>$Hannah and Miss $Gray are already up. The latter is drinking a cup of coffee. A familiar cruel smile lights up her face at your trudging into the kitchen. “There’s my favorite sissy maid. Shall we review her work as of late, $Hannah ?” “Sure can, honey. According to my account, our little cleaner has helped around the house a whole…” She sighs at seeing what she has recorded on her phone “0 times.” “0? 0! That can’t be right.” Miss $Gray ‘s mocking tone has increased to falsetto. “$Hannah dear, are you sure there’s not a typo?” “I’m afraid it’s right, pumpkin.”\ <<elseif $Day3 is 1 and $WeekChores lt 5>>$Hannah and Miss $Gray are already up. The latter is drinking a cup of coffee. A familiar cruel smile lights up her face at your trudging into the kitchen. “There’s my favorite sissy maid. Shall we review her work as of late, $Hannah ?” “Sure can, honey. According to my account, our little cleaner has helped around the house a whole…” She sighs at seeing what she has recorded on her phone “oh, well that’s not very good.” “I’m //sure// it can’t be //that// bad.” “A whole $WeekChores times.”\ <<elseif $Day3 is 1 and $WeekChores lt 10>>$Hannah and Miss $Gray are already up. The latter is drinking a cup of coffee. A familiar cruel smile lights up her face at your trudging into the kitchen. “There’s my favorite sissy maid. Shall we review her work as of late, $Hannah ?” “Sure can, honey. According to my account, our little cleaner has helped around the house a whole $WeekChores times.” “$WeekChores , eh? Well, I suppose that’s not too bad.” “So we don’t have to punish her for today?” “Sorry to disappoint you honey, but no, I don’t think so.”\ <<elseif $Day3 is 1 and $WeekChores gt 9>>$Hannah and Miss $Gray are already up. The latter is drinking a cup of coffee. A familiar cruel smile lights up her face at your trudging into the kitchen. “There’s my favorite sissy maid. Shall we review her work as of late, $Hannah ?” “Sure can, honey. According to my account, our little cleaner has helped around the house $WeekChores times.” “$WeekChores ? That’s great! We’ve really trained her well. Maybe we’ll even have some champagne tonight to celebrate.”<</if>> <<if $WeekChores lt 5 and $ChoresPunish is 0>><<set $ChoresPunish to 1>>“Well, what could we possibly do about that?” Your teacher and $Hannah ‘s sarcasm reaches a peak with both of them wearing a puzzled glance. You’re too afraid to speak, but Miss $Gray soon begins talking again. “If only we were prepared for this exact scenario. Hmm…” “What a minute babe, didn’t we install something in the garden for $name yesterday in preparation for his punishment?” “Oh wait, we did!” The two look out the kitchen window into the garden, and the new item there. Peeking over their shoulders, you see the contraption. It’s certainly something unpredictable, which is par of the course for your teacher and her sadistic apprentice/lover, but how this ties into a potential punishment is baffling. Standing alone on the lawn is a mini house fit for a large dog. [img[Images/R - Kennel.jpg]] You decide to speak up for the first time this morning. “So I’m expected to clean up after a dog you bought? Does that mean we have a dog now?” “No.” Your teacher replies, with a tone of such confusion it makes you feel like an idiot. “Why would you think that?” $Hannah adds. “So what is it?” “$Hannah and I have thought about it, and we realized our mistake. You see, maids are supposed to live in tiny cupboards under the stairs, not nicely decorated bedrooms. We were willing to let you keep your old sleeping arrangement if you proved to be a good maid, but evidently, things have to change.” “And the cupboard under the stairs is filled with $Gray2 ‘s shoes, so we can’t use that.” “You’ll just have to sleep outside from now on, won’t you?” “Outside…like a dog.” You murmur, with neither of the women reacting, though you can tell they’re reveling in your reaction. “We are fair though” Miss $Gray claims, with zero supporting evidence “we’ll still let you use your room for storing clothes, doing homework and everything else. But from now on, your sweet sissy dreams will be had in a dog kennel.” “Though we might start using the room as a storage area, or maybe as a spare bedroom for guests.” Miss $Gray is cackling as she walks out. You stare in a powerless anger at $Hannah . “I can’t believe you’re letting this happen.” “You should be grateful; your teacher insisted we get you a new blanket for your little kennel.” “Do you even hear what you’re saying?”\ <<elseif $WeekChores lt 5 and $ChoresPunish is 1>><<set $ChoresPunish to 2>>”It’s almost like she wants to stay in her kennel, isn’t it?” “You’d certainly think that. What shall we do about it, love?” “I already have the perfect solution.” Your heart instinctively beats faster whenever Miss $Gray has one of her ideas “Even if her little clitty is locked away, she still spends far too much time filling her head with salacious thoughts from those naughty porn websites. We’ll just have to make sure she can’t do that anymore.” “And how do we do that?” You’re sure she already knows the answer, these two just like making life more painful for you. “Why, by installing parental control software on her computer, of course.” “But $Gray2 , do you really think we need to go to such extreme lengths? Surely $name is mature enough to be able to stop herself from watching porn all day.” “I’m afraid not, $Hannah . The only answer is secure dominion over her computer.” “Well, if that’s what you think is best.” “I am sorry, $name .” Miss $Gray weaps at you with crocodile tears. “Sorry I didn’t do this sooner, that is. If I could have stopped you from viewing porn altogether, I would have, and maybe then you’d be an upstanding member of the community, instead of a loser sissy who doesn’t even deserve the maid uniform that was given to her.” //That’s still probably the closest thing I’ll get to an apology from her//\ <<elseif $WeekChores lt 5 and $ChoresPunish is 2>><<set $ChoresPunish to 3>>”You know, this might actually be our fault, $Hannah .” “Huh? How’s that?” “Well, we’ve clearly overestimated the smarts of our little maid. She goes to all that effort putting on her cute little dress, her heels and hose, and then she runs off, forgetting why she put those things on in the first place.” “Maybe you’re right. But what can we do about it?” “We’ll just have to stop her from running, of course.” “But we still need her to be able to move. Hmm…” The two women pause in their faux thinking. They already know what they’re going to punish you with, of course, but they take a sadistic pleasure in their little performances of wondering what to do. “I’ve got it! We’ll cuff her ankles!” “$Hannah , that’s absolutely brilliant!” Miss $Gray hugs her. “I know you’d settle into your domme role quickly.” Your step sister turns and looks at you. “From now on, sissy, if you want to do your maid chores, you’re going to have to cuff up your little ankles.” “It’s going to make it so much harder, you know.” Miss $Gray adds. “You’ll barely be able to move competently. So much more time will be dedicated to your maid duties, but it’s not like you have much else to do now that you can’t watch porn.” The two women laugh almost maniacally, and to prove that they knew what they were going to do all along, Miss $Gray pulls out a pair of cuffs from a cupboard and tosses them at you. The chain between the straps is barely a foot long.\ <<elseif $WeekChores lt 5 and $ChoresPunish is 3>><<set $ChoresPunish to 4>>”Actually, I think I might have figured out why she isn’t enjoying doing her chores as much as a good maid should.” Miss $Gray claims, as if tidying up after the people who were ruining your life was a thing to look forward to. “She clearly needs an incentive…almost a vein of selfishness in her. While the money might be enough, there needs to be more, and I think I have it.” “What is it honey? I’m dying to know!” “Well, we have parental control software installed on her computer, so we can easily expand it past porn. I think it’s about time we put her nerdy little “anime” websites on the banned list.” “I get it! She’ll either have to twidle her thumbs or do her chores.” “That’s not just it, $Hannah . From now on, the only videos she’ll be allowed to watch on her computer are going to help her in her maid tasks. How about a calming video of people mopping floors? Or hypnosis to make her enjoy her duties a little more? Well, she has little alternative in her free time anymore. I think we’ll see you enjoy your tasks soon enough.”\ <<elseif $WeekChores lt 5 and $ChoresPunish is 4>><<set $ChoresPunish to 5>>”Your step sister is so confusing.” Miss $Gray sighs, addressing $Hannah . “We’ve punished her, taken away her porn, made her spend more time on her chores, and ruined her entertainment. Why is she being so awkward?” “I’m not sure, $Gray2 . Maybe she likes it when we get annoyed at her. Or maybe she’s curious about the next step we’ll take to make her a better maid. Either way, she’s not behaving as she should.” “Or maybe it’s because she knows that she can just go out whenever she wants and get away from us. How can she treat any punishment seriously when she can just meander to the mall for the day?” “So we need to eliminate her last remaining sanctuaries from being a maid.” They reflect for a moment, wondering just what to do. “$Gray2 , I’ve got it!” “What should we do, $Hannah ?” “Let’s give her a curfew!” “What an amazing idea. That’ll keep her from spending too much time with her non-existent friends.” “But we wouldn’t want it to interfere with her duties too much, would we?” “That’s true. Let’s just keep the curfew to the weekend then. Shall we say the generous time of…9pm?” “I’m not sure, $Gray2 . That seems a little nice. How could her maid duties keep her out that late anyway? What about 7pm?” “That’s a little better, I suppose, but we’re forgetting how much of a ditz our maid can be sometimes. She might get lost if it’s even a little dark! Let's go with 5pm.” “5pm? But we might need her help with makeup if we’re going on a date.” “True. Let’s say 3pm then.” “That seems fair. What do you think, $name ?” “I…” “It’s settled then. I don’t mind if you’re getting home after a chore past 3 o clock, but you’re not to leave the house if the 3pm bell has rang. I want your house key around my necklace before the evening. Am I understood?” “I…” “Excellent. Oh, and if your mistress wants you to stay out late with her, that’s fine, but she’ll need permission from us first.” “I…”\ \ <<elseif $WeekChores lt 5 and $ChoresPunish is 5>><<set $ChoresPunish to 6>>”I’m just not sure what else we can do.” Miss $Gray sighs. “After all her feminization, it’s like some part of her old self remains.” They pause for a while, though they probably had a punishment in mind since the last time they did their “routine”. “I’ve got it! Let’s destroy the last remaining parts of her manly self; let’s cut up all her pants!” Miss $Gray hugs $Hannah in elated glee. “What a great idea. Just imagine having no choice but to wear skirts or dresses.” “Well, our little maid could go out in her lingerie, and these days, I wouldn’t put it past her.” “Don't give her any ideas, $Hannah .” They share a hearty laugh. “Even I have some pants!” “I’ll get right on it once you two head for Farrix. It’ll feel so stress relieving after having to do //your// chores for you.”\ \ <<elseif $WeekChores lt 5 and $ChoresPunish is 6>><<set $ChoresPunish to 7>>”Okay, $Gray2 , I think I’ve really got it figured out this time. I think she’s being so negligent of her chores because at the end of the day, she can retreat to her kennel and be safe in her sissy dreams.” “So how do we solve that?” “Let’s make sure she sleeps less! That’ll give her no safe haven from her responsibilities.” “I like it, but how can we make sure she wakes up earlier?” “Simple. She already uses some ankle cuffs when doing her chores, so from now on, she’ll have to walk in them to Farrix. That’ll make the journey much longer, so she’ll have to get up earlier!” “That’s simply brilliant, but how can she make you breakfast now?” “I guess that means she’ll simply have to bring it to me when I’m in bed.” Miss $Gray hugs her. “You’re a genius.”\ \ <<elseif $WeekChores lt 5 and $ChoresPunish is 7>><<set $ChoresPunish to 8>><<set $Thong1 to 0, $Thong3 to 0, $Thong8 to 0, $Thong4 to 0, $Thong5 to 0, $GarterPanties1 to 0, $GarterPanties2 to 0>>\ <<set $Pantyhose1 to 0, $Pantyhose2 to 0, $Pantyhose3 to 0,$Pantyhose4 to 0, $Pantyhose5 to 0, $Pantyhose6 to 0, $Pantyhose7 to 0, $Pantyhose8 to 0, $Pantyhose9 to 0, $Pantyhose10 to 0, $Stockings1 to 0, $Stockings2 to 0, $Stockings3 to 0, $Stockings4 to 0, $Stockings5 to 0, $Stockings6 to 0, $Stockings7 to 0, $Stockings8 to 0, $Stockings9 to 0, $Stockings10 to 0>>\ <<set $CL[1] to 0, $CL[2] to 0>>\ \ “Okay, maybe I’ve actually figured it out this time.” $Hannah claims. “The right punishment would turn our maid’s attitude right around, and I think I have the perfect one.” “What is it?” This time, Miss $Gray sounds so curious that you genuinely don’t know whether she’s unaware or not, or maybe you’ve just been gaslight into thinking they’re making all this up on the spot. “She’s enjoying being a sissy - there’s so much to the life of being a woman, like makeup, shoes, boys, sexy underwear. Clearly she’s too preoccupied worrying about all of them. I think we need to take her back to the basics.” “And how do we do that?” “I’ll throw out all her fancy lingerie. Any thongs she has? In the trash. Pantyhose without any ladders? They’re with them too. Stockings? Well, you can imagine.” “Hmm.” Miss $Gray either expresses genuine uncertainty, or is doubling down on her acting. “It’s certainly an interesting approach, though I’d be lying if I said that the idea of perfectly good stockings being wasted didn’t offend my soul.” “I’m sure you’ll get over it.”$Hannah comforts her. “Very well, it’s not like anything else has worked so far, has it?” “That’s true.” Miss $Gray turns to observe you. “If you’re still clinging to some aspect of being a man, we’ll be doing you a favor, but if you’re a true sissy, which I think you are, this will hurt you something fierce.”\ \ <<elseif $WeekChores lt 5 and $ChoresPunish is 8>><<set $ChoresPunish to 9>>”Okay, I think this time, for sure, I have the answer.” Miss $Gray almost seems resigned at this point. Were it up to your teacher, she might just resort to her old favorite, corporal punishment, but she seems to prefer a chance to cultivate $Hannah ‘s perverted creativity. “What is it?” “Hear me out here, honey, because it’s going to sound extreme.” “I’m listening.” “I know you have some strict rules about uniforms, especially at Farrix, but I think a day at school without her pretty uniform will do her some good.” “What are you suggesting instead? That she goes in her maid uniform?” $Hannah laughs, shaking her head. “No, that’d be far too nice. She clearly needs some extreme exposure to put fear back into her disty mind. I’m suggesting a full day at school, with nothing more than a pair of panties and a bra as cover over her sissy body.” Miss $Gray has to put her coffee down to consider such a thing. The smile that brims across her face doesn’t bode well for you, but she’s not so in favor of the idea that she pats $Hannah on the shoulder, either. “For this one day, I’ll let her in my classroom in nothing but her lingerie.” “I knew you’d like it.” $Hannah kisses her fiance on the cheek. “Isn’t that going to attract so many eyes on you, my teacher? How are you going to explain it away?” You argue, though having already given up on the hope it might be effective. “That’s why I’m only saying yes today.” “In fact, let's not give her any chance at sneaking out in some clothes. Come on sissy, out!”\ <<elseif $WeekChores lt 5 and $ChoresPunish is 9>><<set $ChoresPunish to 10>>“Here.” Miss $Gray slams two identical pieces of metal down on the table in front of you. Once she removes her hand, it’s easy to identify them as nipple clamps. “Huh? You’re not going to lecture me anymore?” “Shut up, sissy.” $Hannah answers. “We’re so tired of your lazy antics and unapologetic avoidance of chores. Our wedding is right around the corner, and your insistence on being this lazy isnot only selfish, but downright disrespectful to everything me and $Gray2 have done for you.” “So from now on, you can add those nipple clamps to your maid outfit.” “Not only will they make life more painful, but they’ll leave you turned on like you’re in heat.” Compared to the indelible exposure you faced a week ago, this is comparably tame, but evidently your defiance has gotten to your housemates, so much so that they’re content to leave the discussion there.\ <<elseif $WeekChores gt 4>>The two women talk with each other, and you quietly go about your morning tasks, careful not to interrupt or bother them; you feel lucky enough to get away with their Monday morning recap that you don’t need to tempt fate.<</if>> <<if $WeekChores lt 5 and $ChoresPunish is 9>>[[Chore Punish 8<-”What?”][$WeekChores to 0]]\ <<else>>[[Room 1/2<-Go to your room][$WeekChores to 0]]<</if>>

<<set $SleepProcess to 1>><<set $H to 2>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<if $Bed2 is 1>><<set $S to $S - 1>><</if>>\ <<set $Day to $Day + 1, $Day3 to $Day3 + 1>>\ <<if $Day3 is 8>><<set $Day3 to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $W18A2 is 1>><<set $W18A2 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $House is 8 and $Day3 is 6>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $House is 9 and $Day3 is 6>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $House is 10 and $Day3 is 6>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ [img[Images/R - Kennel Night 3.jpg]] It’s dark outside, so thankfully nobody sees you trot across the lawn and into your kennel, though it’d probably be a more confusing sight than anything if someone did. You enter on your hands and knees through the small door, closing it behind you. Even if Miss $Gray had bought the most expensive kennel on the market, which there’s no way she did, it’d still be incredibly uncomfortable. This tiny structure is built for beings a quarter of your size and in a completely different shape, not to mention that you’ve gone your entire life without having to sleep on a surface as uncomfortable as the wooden floor currently beneath you - how could you possibly get used to it? The building shakes with every gust of the wind, and you can always hear it, no matter how quiet it tries to be. Similarly, any cars that drive past make you feel like you were resting on the sidewalk, not your own lawn. The only saving comfort you’re afforded is a couple of blankets. One covers the floor beneath you, making the surface a little less cold, and the others wrap around you as though you were mummified. <<if $Bed2 is 1>>You enviously remember past you, who had not only a bed frame and insulated walls, but a luxurious mattress that cost several hundred dollars. Now that mattress is wasting away as a glorified table to store more cleaning supplies.<</if>> //How on earth do campers enjoy this?// Eventually, you’re able to reach slumber, where you dream sweet dreams. <<if $Home is 1 and $House gt 6>>//$Ash must be planning something to continue her training. Why couldn't her evil genius be dedicated to something more productive, like science?//\ <<elseif $Home is 1 and $House lt 7>>//I wonder what crazy thing $Ash will think of next. It's a shame her imagination seems dedicated to make me as feminine as possible//\ <<elseif $AshMistress is 1 and $House gt 6>>//I wonder if Mistress $Ash will be invited to the wedding. Surely she could be my plus one. She'd look so beautiful in a wedding dress...//\ <<elseif $JenMistress is 1>>//I hope Mistress $Jen will be at the wedding, though her beauty might show up Miss $Gray 's.//\ <<elseif $AshMistress is 1 and $House lt 7>>//Mistress $Ash would be so proud of me right now// //I wonder what she’s doing right now…// //Maybe she’s thinking of me// //Stop being so selfish, sissy!//<</if>> <<if $House gt 6 and $WeddingBlackmail is 1>>//What is Miss $Gray up to? And why does she care so much about me being a maid for her and $Hannah ?//\ <<elseif $House gt 6 and $WeddingBlackmail is 2>>//I can't believe Miss $Gray is locked in chastity. I could never have thought that was something we would have in common//\ <<elseif $House gt 6 and $WeddingBlackmail is 0>>//My teacher is going to be my sister in law - what horrible thing did I do in a past life to deserve this?//\ <<elseif $House lt 7>>//Miss $Gray is delusional, and now she’s dragging my step sister back into the hole she spawned from. I wouldn’t mind so much, were they not taking me with them…//<</if>><<if $WeddingBlackmail is 1>>\ \ //But what on earth is this proposal Miss $Gray is talking about in her emails? And how do I fit into it?//<</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 6 and $House is 2>>[[House 2a<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 6 and $House is 3>>[[House 3a<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 6 and $House is 4>>[[House 4a<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 6 and $House is 5>>[[House 5 place<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 6 and $House is 6>>[[House 5a<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 6 and $House is 11>>[[Wedding<-Continue to the morning]]\ \ <<elseif $Home is 1 and $Day3 is 1 or $Home is 2 and $Day3 is 1>>[[Morning School Gray M<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 and $Day3 lt 6 or $Home is 2 and $Day3 lt 6>>[[Morning School Gray<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 and $Day3 gt 5 or $Home is 2 and $Day3 gt 5>>[[Morning Weekend Gray<-Continue to the morning]]<</if>>\

[img[Images/R - Porn No screen.png]] Even though you already know what the result will be, you do your best to find porn that isn’t blocked on your computer. None of the obvious sites work, and neither do the shady ones with pop up ads every 30 seconds. You exhaustively search up and down the web, ticking off every website under the sun, but Miss $Gray and $Hannah ‘s control software is thorough. So thorough, in fact, that even porno sites in other languages are blocked. Hell, a VPN hider wouldn’t even get through this extensive security. <<if $BalletPorn is 1>>Your teacher and stepsister have even gone through your folders, and deleted anything and everything resembling pornography - including the pervy ballet pictures you took in your first week at Farrix.<</if>> To surmise an hour of fruitless searching, you’re left with nothing to jerk off to, or rattle your cage to. You sigh, and give up. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<if $MaidVideo is 0>><<set $MaidVideo to 1>>With little else to do for fun around here, you decide to watch one of the approved videos Miss $Gray has bookmarked on your computer. The spiral you’re met with peaks your curiosity, and the title of the video confirms its status as a hypnosis file. Whether it's any good, will have long lasting, subconscious consequences, or even if it will be an entertaining watch still remains to be seen. [img[Images/R - Spiral 2.jpg]] “Hello, my little maid.” The welcoming woman’s voice sounds a lot like Miss $Gray . Not necessarily in pitch, but the distrusting and dominant tone certainly. “It seems like you need some extra training. That’s okay. That’s what I’m here for - to train you to be the best little maid a dominant could ask for.” //She’s certainly a lot nicer than Miss $Gray // “Make sure you’re sitting or lying comfortably, preferably using headphones. Bonus points if you have a blindfold on, but if you don’t, you can simply close your eyes. You’re going to be imagining a lot for me today.” “Now, I want you to take some deep breaths. In through the nose for 5, and then out through the mouth for 5. Keep breathing in the circular rhythm, acknowledging how natural it feels to be this relaxed. Right now, you’re not needed to be doing anything else. There’s not a thing that requires your attention so immediately that you can’t rest and let your mind melt away. So rest for me, falling deeper and deeper with every second. Let my voice lull you into the safety blanket of mindlessness. You’ll be so much happier there.” “Are you properly relaxed? Good. Now our training can begin.” “I want you to imagine a pristine whiteboard, the type you write on with felt tip markers. Notice how clean and empty it is, how devoid of any noticeable traits it is. Tabula Rasa. It’s perfect in its presentation. Only when the whiteboard is like this will you be able to feel relaxed and at peace.” “But what’s that? Oh no! Somebody is approaching, and they have a marker in hand. As though they were vandalizing your heart itself, you watch as they draw a mess of scribbles, non-straight lines and asymmetrical circles on the board. Your tranquility, just like that, has been ruined. And as long as the board remains contaminated with those marks, you won’t be able to relax, will you? Poor little maid. You know what you have to do, right? No! You can’t clean it straight away. You’ll wait patiently on your knees like a good little puppy maid. Only when you’re told to will you begin to repair the board back to its perfect state.” “I can see the wide, gleeful smile across your face at being able to have a role in restoring the perfection of the board. But it’s not like your maid uniform has sleeves, does it? You’ll use a cloth to wipe away the mess. That won’t be enough to get rid of it entirely, though. It would just be a light gray cloud on the whiteboard, and that’s not good enough for you. Only by using a cleansing spray and that cloth will the board be able to return to its pristine state. Once that’s done, you’ll feel your tranquility come back, and joy will fill your soul once more.” … A while later, you open your eyes to see the video has finished, though you have no memory of it ever finishing. You can barely even remember pressing play either! At the very least, you’ve killed some time, so even if it was through an impromptu nap, you won’t complain. //Are there any chores that need to be done?//\ <<elseif $MaidVideo is 1>><<set $MaidVideo to 2>>//There’s no way this will be better than anime.// You think to yourself, though you’ve little choice in the realm of streaming videos anymore. It’s either //fun// cleaning videos, or sit staring at the wall for a few hours. As much as becoming a monk sounds like some interesting character development, it also strangely sounds like hard work. Instead, you opt for watching the enticing cleaning up of a kitchen desperately in need of some love. It begins with the filling of several large black bags with trash. One by one, empty plastic containers formerly housing soda, water, juice, meats, sauces, spreads and jams are dumped in the bags. Then they’re joined by still filled cans of neglected foods. Whoever looked after this house clearly needed a maid a hell of a lot more than $Hannah or Miss $Gray does. The kitchen looks a lot tidier after the trash is collected and disposed of, but the room still looks unloved. The counters are empty and the floor looks like it's the meeting point for dirt, grime and filth alike. The cleaner, who almost certainly deserves a raise for all the work they’re doing, utilizes a power washer to scrape away the almost engrained mess of the tiled floor. It washes away in a satisfying flood of blackness that soon runs clear, almost as if the neglect itself that this kitchen faced was washed away with it. The //fun// times keep coming, as (once the water is thoroughly drained) the cleaner takes to the grout holding the tiles, and through them, the whole house, together. With a steadfast toothbrush and the strongest detergent available on the open market, the cleaner works left to right, up and then down, like they were the heroic star of a novel that you were reading. And how deceiving first impressions can prove to be! The grout, as deceitful as ever, was not in fact the dark paste it initially appeared to be when you opened the video, but in fact an angelic light gray (or perhaps even a beige, it’s hard to tell through a monitor). The floor looks positively beaming following its makeover, like the stars of those average Jane to stunning Jeanette shows you sometimes click through on TV. After that, the cleaner’s just about ready to collect their pay, but not without a cherry on top of the clean cake. Equipped with a mop enchanted with +5 shininess, they turn the matte tiles into a surface so reflective you could get a clear upskirt shot from it. [img[Images/R - Mop video.jpg]] Once the kitchen is done, it’ll live a rich and fulfilling life as the cover model in house brochures and magazines promising 50 top tips to keep your abode clean. //Fun//\ <<elseif $MaidVideo is 2>><<set $MaidVideo to 0>>With little else to do for fun around here, you decide to watch one of the approved videos Miss $Gray has bookmarked on your computer. The spiral you’re met with peaks your curiosity, and the title of the video confirms its status as a hypnosis file. Whether it's any good, will have long lasting, subconscious consequences, or even if it will be an entertaining watch still remains to be seen. [img[Images/R - Spiral 2.jpg]] “Hello, my little maid.” The welcoming woman’s voice sounds a lot like Miss $Gray . Not necessarily in pitch, but the distrusting and dominant tone certainly. “It seems like you need some extra training. That’s okay. That’s what I’m here for - to train you to be the best little maid a dominant could ask for.” //She’s certainly a lot nicer than Miss $Gray // “Make sure you’re sitting or lying comfortably, preferably using headphones. Bonus points if you have a blindfold on, but if you don’t, you can simply close your eyes. You’re going to be imagining a lot for me today.” “Now, I want you to take some deep breaths. In through the nose for 5, and then out through the mouth for 5. Keep breathing in the circular rhythm, acknowledging how natural it feels to be this relaxed. Right now, you’re not needed to be doing anything else. There’s not a thing that requires your attention so immediately that you can’t rest and let your mind melt away. So rest for me, falling deeper and deeper with every second. Let my voice lull you into the safety blanket of mindlessness. You’ll be so much happier there.” “Are you properly relaxed? Good. Now our training can begin.” “Imagine a garbage can filled to the brim with trash. It’s so full that you can’t even close the lid properly. Instantly, as though your bones were pained at such a sight, your body feels heavier, like you’re weighed down. There’s only one way to alleviate that pressure. You know what it is, right? Overjoyed at being able to return the can to a proper, tidy state, you skip over to it, ready to commence your task.” “You extract the black bag from its confined home, embarrassed that you couldn’t have emptied it sooner. After tying an adorable little knot, you carry the heavy bag out to the dumpster. “If only they would let me tidy this up.” You think to yourself. When you return, you replace the refuse sack, giving the entire can a wipe down as you do. It can close properly once more, and you can take a deep breath. Life is back to normal.” “A while later, somebody enters the room, and puts something in the trash. It’s a small item, hardly notable to most people. But that one piece of garbage sends your emotions into chaos. “The trash needs taking out! The trash needs taking out!” You can feel your brain screaming at you. Despite that perceived disorder, you’re not going to. You’re not allowed to take out the trash until it’s ready to be taken out, are you? You’ll wait on your knees by the garbage can until it’s full, and then you’ll be permitted to empty once again. Only in that short period of emptying the trash and the first item thrown inside will you feel peace, but that’s your life now, you little maid.” … A while later, you open your eyes to see the video has finished, though you have no memory of it ever finishing. You can barely even remember pressing play either! At the very least, you’ve killed some time, so even if it was through an impromptu nap, you won’t complain. //Does the bin need to be taken out?//<</if>> <<if $H lt 23>>[[Cleaning videos<-+1 more hour][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S - 1]]<<else>>==+1 more hour==<</if>> - <<if $H lt 22>>[[Cleaning videos<-+2 more hours][$H to $H + 2, $S to $S - 2]]<<else>>==+2 more hours==<</if>> - <<if $H lt 21>><<else>>==+3 more hours==[[Cleaning videos<-+3 more hours][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S - 3]]<</if>> [[Computer<-Return to computer]] [[Room 1/2<-Return to your room]]

<<set $HannahFridayTalk to 0>>\ [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] You walk into the lounge, where you find $Hannah predictably resting on the couch. She welcomes you in and encourages you to sit next to her, which you’re happy to do. <<if visited("Ask about tights") and visited("Try tights") or visited("Ask about tights") and visited("Try tights school")>>”So, have you made use of them tights?” Blushing at her bluntness, you reply. “Yeah, they’re great, thanks.” //”Great?” Why would I say that about them to $Hannah ?// “Well, not great. They’re okay, I guess.” “Yeah? Would you say mostly good or bad?” [[Hannah Friday 4 Tights<-Mostly good][$HF4 to 1]] [[Hannah Friday 4 Tights<-Mostly bad][$HF4 to 2]]\ <<else>><<set $HF4 to 5>>“So, how’s your week been? Made any new friends recently?” //I wouldn’t consider $Jen a friend, but it’s strange that she’s the girl I’ve been most intimate with// “Not really.” You don’t want to divulge what you’ve actually been up to, so instead simplify. “I met someone new, but I //think// they might be trying to take advantage of me.” “Really? That’s not good. Avoid her at all costs.” //If only it were that simple// “What would you do if you couldn’t? You know, it’s someone who you have to see often, so it’s not like you can ignore them.” $Hannah thinks for a second. “Hmm, I suppose that’s the same position I’m in with my boss. He takes advantage of me, and there’s not a whole lot I can do.” She reflects, looking for some inspiring advice. “I want to say be an ass and annoy them however you can, just to piss them off. Maybe they’ll even eventually leave you alone, but that’s not great advice since I’m clearly not following it. But I’ll give you the same advice a…friend…gave me recently: bide your time until you can turn it around on them, and then treat them how they treated you, worse even.” “Hmm.” It’s doubtful you’ll ever have an inch of power of $Jen . As long as she has evidence of you being a sissy hanging over you, there’s very little to be done to reverse your fortune. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Eventually, $Hannah realizes the time, and wishes you a good rest of the night. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $HannahR to $HannahR + 1, $S to $S - 2]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] <<if $HF4 is 1>><<set $W5H1 to 1>>“I’d actually say they’re pretty good. The way they encompass my legs isn’t like anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s like a perpetual blanket that I’m wrapped in. And there’s just something strangely satisfying about having half my body covered in such a beautiful thing, especially in the mirror. Plus, the opaque black material really hides anything wrong with my legs, like rashes or anything.” You blush at seeing her smiling face. You probably went into too much detail. “I hadn’t thought of it from those aspects, though they’re so second nature to me that I hardly think of them at all. But you shouldn’t be embarrassed about liking them. If you want to wear women’s tights, then go ahead.” Almost audibly, you breathe a sigh of relief. It really seems like your stepsister is accepting of this, despite what you initially thought. Perhaps you should be more trusting of her with these things in the future, or maybe even opening up about Miss $Gray , $Ash , or $Jen . “As long as you're not one of those sissies.” You look at her, terrified. “You know those guys I mean, right? They parade around in panties and bras, acting all pathetic and stuff. It’s fine to wear those things, but they get off on the items themselves, and the thought of other people making them wear them. Ugh, how gross do you have to be to be wired like that?” She’s looking right at you, waiting for a response. “Yeah, that’s really weird. I couldn’t imagine being like that.” “Good.” //Maybe I should hold off on opening up to her. Not that I am a sissy, but with this chastity cage, I don’t know if that’s believable// Eventually, $Hannah realizes the time, and wishes you a good rest of the night. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $HannahR to $HannahR + 1, $S to $S - 2]]\ <<elseif $HF4 is 2>>”I hate them. They’re so clingy and uncomfortable. I have to keep pulling them up otherwise they sag, and one moment I’ll be fine, but the next it feels like I’m overheating. They take forever to put on, and whenever I take them off, the legs get tangled in themselves. And at the end of the day, they’re still women’s underwear.” $Hannah breathes a sigh of relief. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that. After you stole my panties, I was so concerned that I’d find you rifling through my drawers, plundering my hosiery.” She laughs a little. “I suppose they must be a little strange to get used to, though, especially if you’ve never worn them before. Most girls are forced to wear them from a young age so they’re not a problem for me. But it’s probably for the best if you don’t enjoy them. That’s a pretty awkward conversation to have with a girlfriend.” “That’s true.” Sadly, with Miss $Gray ‘s new rule, it’s not like you can dismiss them from your life entirely. “Well, if you don’t like them, you wouldn’t mind giving them back to me, would you?” “Huh?” “It’s better than throwing them away, after all.” She’s looking at you expectantly, down at the hole you’ve buried yourself into. If you don’t give them back now, $Hannah will know you were lying about hating them, but if you do, you’ll have to buy your own to appease Miss $Gray and her rules. [[Hannah Friday 4 Tights<-Return the tights][$HF4 to 3]] [[Hannah Friday 4 Tights<-Keep the tights][$HF4 to 4]]\ <<elseif $HF4 is 3>><<set $W5H2 to 1>>”Yeah, of course.” You reply, promising to return her tights. “Thanks, $name . I appreciate it.” For the rest of the night, you watch TV, though there’s nothing notable that $Hannah changes the channel to. The topic of nylons doesn’t crop up again. Eventually, $Hannah realizes the time, and wishes you a good rest of the night. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $HannahR to $HannahR + 1, $Tights1 to 0, $CL[2] to 0, $S to $S - 2]]\ <<elseif $HF4 is 4>><<set $W5H1 to 1>>”I thought you said you didn’t need them because you have so many pairs.” “Well, I do, but you don’t need them, so what’s the issue?” $Hannah is obviously confused at your reluctance. “Well, I guess they’re not that bad.” “So…are you not going to give me them back?” In defense mode now, you try to backtrack. “I just don’t think they’re a big deal.” “You’re not giving them back, then?” “Well, you have so many that you won’t miss a single pair.” “Okay…okay. You don’t need to be so touchy. If you just admitted you liked them, I’d understand, but whatever. If you can’t accept that you like wearing women’s tights, then fine, we don’t need to talk about it.” Part of you wants to continue arguing, but at the same time, the sooner the topic switches to something else, the better. As embarrassing as it is to be caught in such a bind, you take solace in the fact that you won’t have to buy a new pair. For the rest of the night, you watch TV, though there’s nothing notable that $Hannah changes the channel to. The topic of nylons doesn’t crop up again. Eventually, $Hannah realizes the time, and wishes you a good rest of the night. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S + 1]]<</if>>

<<set $W6H1 to 1>>\ [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] <<if $MallSaturday is 3 and $HF4 is 5>><<set $HF5 to 4>>Noting your dilemma of being asked to the mall by two different people tomorrow, you explain the awkward situation. “So, I have this friend who’s really nice and she seems to be really interested in me. We’ve not said we’re official or anything yet, but she’s definitely special. She invited me to hang out at the mall tomorrow.” “That’s great!” $Hannah claims, oblivious to the issue. “It would be, but I was asked by someone else as well.” “Oh.” She sighs, a puzzled expression on her face. “Well, who’s this second person? Someone else from Farrix?” “Yeah, I’ve only known her for a couple of weeks. It’s a weird…friendship.” “How so?” “She’s the friend I mentioned last week.” “Oh, the one trying to take advantage of you?” You nod your head. “Why would she invite you to hang out at the mall if she were taking advantage of you? Is she trying to make you buy things for her?” “No.” Not tomorrow, at least. “That’s one of things I’m confused about. She can seem so cold, yet she also asked to do something tomorrow.” $Hannah scratches her temple. “I don’t get it. So you’re confused between picking for this girl who’s clearly interested in you, and another girl who’s trying to take advantage of you? $name , I want to slap you right now.” She giggles. “The choice is obvious. Go with the girl who you know likes you, not the one who would make that ambiguous.” “Well, yeah, but…” “You don’t like this other girl, do you?” “I…I don’t know.” “Hmm.” She’s really engaged now, as though she were reading a mystery novel and trying to deduce the murderer. “Well, then maybe you should go with the second girl. It’s a chance to figure her out a little more.” You think more on $Hannah ‘s advice. She makes a fair point - $Ash is certainly interested in you, while $Jen seems mostly interested in your money. Unless you’re really intrigued by $Jen , it should be an easy choice.\ <<elseif $MallSaturday is 3>>><<set $HF5 to 5>>Noting your dilemma of being asked to the mall by two different people tomorrow, you explain the awkward situation. “So, I have this friend who’s really nice and she seems to be really interested in me. We’ve not said we’re official or anything yet, but she’s definitely special. She invited me to hang out at the mall tomorrow.” “That’s great!” $Hannah claims, oblivious to the issue. “It would be, but I was asked by someone else as well.” “Oh.” She sighs, a puzzled expression on her face. “Well, who’s this second person? Someone else from Farrix?” “Yeah, I’ve not known her as long. She’s…cold. At first, it seemed she was only interested in what I could offer her, but now she wants to visit the mall together, so I don’t know what to think.” Not only did she invite you to hang out last Wednesday, she’s now asked you to the mall. “Look at you with two girls on your tail!” She teases, poking you, entirely unaware of your true relationship with both of them. “So, you have to pick between two birds. That’s a tough one, $name . I want to say go with the first girl, who’s definitely interested in you. That’s the //right// choice. But you’re clearly intrigued by this second girl, so maybe you should go with her instead. But I think my final answer is just going to annoy you.” “And that is?” “Go with your heart.” You laugh, rolling your eyes. “No, seriously, go with whoever feels right. Either way, you’ll be hanging out with a girl who’s interested in you, so it’ll be a good time. And really, when you first started Farrix, did you expect two different women to be interested in you so much so they’d be inviting you on dates to the mall? I doubt it, so just enjoy yourself.” $Hannah makes a valid point - it does still feel like this is an undeserved opportunity. You hadn’t had any success with women for your entire life. And then you started at Farrix, and your fortune reversed seemingly on a dime. Whoever you decide to go with, it’ll probably be a good time regardless.\ <<elseif $MallSaturday is 2>><<set $HF5 to 6>>Excited, but also slightly nervous about the prospect of a date with $Ash at the mall, you try and pry a girl’s opinion about what might happen tomorrow. “I’ll be hanging out with a friend tomorrow. She wants to go to the mall, but I have no idea what to expect.” “What do you mean? I know you’ve been to the mall before.” “No, it’s not that.” You sigh, trying to find the right words to express your hesitation. “It’s just…she invited me, so I imagine I’ll be following her around for most of the day. But what would she want to do anyway? We can only go shopping for so long.” “I think you underestimate the stamina of most girls.” $Hannah laughs. “But I doubt she’ll want to do anything crazy. You do think this girl likes you, right?” “Kind of…it’s kind of hard to tell sometimes.” “Well, let me tell you this: if she’s really, hearts around your name in her diary, into you, then chances are, she’s gonna look for a way to tease you. If she takes you into a clothes shop, it wouldn’t surprise me if she started trying on things for you. I’ve done that before to flirt with guys. It works every time.” She giggles. “So take that as a good sign.” "Really?" "Trust me. If I was really into someone to a point where I just wanted them inside me, I'd take that opportunity to show them the goods." “Is there anything else I should know about?” “Everything else should be pretty self explanatory. Make sure to wear something you think she’ll like. It probably wouldn’t do much harm if you didn’t, but you might as well let her know you thought of her when you made your outfit. And if she wants to do something that you don’t want to do, just go ahead and do it. It’s really going to help you score some points with her, especially if it’s something you //really// don’t want to do. Though I suppose there is a risk of her thinking you’re a pushover if you’re just on her coattails, doing whatever she asks you to do, so I suppose you should just go with your heart.” Even if you barely have an idea of what to expect, particularly considering $Ash ‘s tendency to have atypical desires, the conversation does help calm your nerves.<</if>> Eventually, $Hannah realizes the time, and wishes you a good rest of the night. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $HannahR to $HannahR + 1, $S to $S - 2]]

<<set $HannahFridayTalk to 0>>\ [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] You walk into the lounge, where you find $Hannah predictably resting on the couch. She welcomes you in and encourages you to sit next to her, which you’re happy to do. You consider what to discuss. [[HF 5 Mall<-Going to the mall tomorrow]] <<if visited("AshW1 Morning")>>[[HF 5 Ash Trouble<-Your friend getting you in trouble]]<</if>> <<if visited("Ash W1 home")>>[[Hannah Friday 5 Gray<-The two glasses of wine you saw][$HF5 to 3]]<</if>>

<<set $W6H3 to 1>>\ [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] ”So, how’s your week been?” //Where to begin?// “Well, this friend that I have at Farrix. She’s lovely, and she definitely seems interested in me.” Mentally recalling how it was her request that get you get some more panties that wound up with $Hannah finding out you raided her underwear drawer, you go into a little more detail. “It seems that no matter what happens, she always seems to get me in trouble. I doubt she means to, but still, it happens anyway.” <<if visited("AshW1 Ask")>><<set $HF5 to 2>>You pause, figuring out how to bring up Miss $Gray ‘s new rule about wearing flats to Farrix after $Ash gave you a pair. “This friend, she asked me to do something, but now there’s an expectation I’ll do it regularly. I wasn’t prepared for it, and I don’t like it.” $Hannah thinks, considering what to say that might help your problem. “And you can’t mention you don’t want to do what’s now expected of you?” You shake your head. “That’s a tricky one. I suppose you could show them you’re upset at them somehow. I don’t know, maybe don’t hang out with them?” Considering your date with her tomorrow, that might be prudent advice. “But if this friend keeps getting you in trouble, it sounds like they’re not a very good friend. Maybe you shouldn’t talk with them at all. I know you don’t have a whole lot of friends at school anyway, but maybe it’s better to be alone than with bad company.” //She’s right. I really don’t have a lot of alternatives. It seems like it’s $Ash or nobody//\ <<elseif visited("Ash W1 home")>><<set $HF5 to 3>>You pause, figuring out how to bring up Miss $Gray ‘s new rule about wearing a butt plug, without, for obvious reasons, saying that. “This friend, she made me be late to class, and now my teacher is giving me a bunch of detentions because of it. It feels so unfair.” $Hannah thinks, considering what to say that might help your problem. “That’s annoying, I can imagine. But it sounds like that’s more to do with your teacher being a bit of a hardass than your friend being a bad person. Maybe your blame is attributed to the wrong person.” She laughs a little, not at you, but your situation. “I mean, I’ve been late to work a few times, and not once have I gotten in trouble for it. This teacher must really be up your ass.” //No kidding// “But if you really want to blame this friend who keeps getting you in trouble, it sounds like they’re not a very good friend. Maybe you shouldn’t talk with them at all. I know you don’t have a whole lot of friends at school anyway, but maybe it’s better to be alone than with bad company.” //She’s right. I really don’t have a lot of alternatives. It seems like it’s $Ash or nobody//<</if>> Eventually, $Hannah realizes the time, and wishes you a good rest of the night. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $HannahR to $HannahR + 1, $S to $S - 2]]

<<set $HF5 to 1>>\ <<set $W6H2 to 1>>\ [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] Now that you’re in a relaxed environment with your step sister where you’re not wolfing breakfast down before school, you get a chance to talk about something more important than the day’s weather. And considering how you came home on Monday and saw two glasses of wine next to a bottle, you’re too curious to not ask if she had someone over. “So, are you seeing someone?” She almost spits out the glass of wine she’s sipping on right now. “What would make you think that?!” “It’s just, I saw a couple of glasses with some wine a few days ago, and figured you must have had someone round.” “That’s some extensive detective work, $name Holmes.” She laughs, clearly flustered at her disadvantage. “Sorry for assuming, I just guessed it was more than you using two glasses.” She looks at you with a plain expression. She’s not annoyed, but definitely on the backfoot, and considering what to say. “Alright, you got me.” She puts her hands in the air, as though she were being arrested. “I had someone round.” “You could have told me, you know.” “I know, but we’re trying to keep it quiet, for now at least. When you told me that you were going to be away for the night, I couldn’t help myself.” She’s blushing now, and smiling profusely. “We had a great time.” “So…when do I get to meet the lucky guy? Or girl?” “Ah, I don’t think you’ll be seeing them here for a while yet. We’re still figuring each other out, learning what we’re about. We’ve got a while to come before we make it so official as to be seen in public, especially around family.” Feeding off her giddy energy, you ask a question, but you’re already sure of the answer. “But you see it getting there?” She nods her head, and shrieks with glee. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.” Her arms wrap around you, filling you with her infectious, loved up energy. You talk about her partner for the rest of the night. $Hannah doesn’t tell you much about them, so much so that you don’t even know they’re their gender still. As such, it’s more about how $Hannah feels, rather than details about the Casanova or Casanovaette in question. After several hours of gleeful chatter, despite her obvious excitement, $Hannah insists she should go to bed. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $HannahR to $HannahR + 1, $S to $S - 2]]

<<set $HannahFridayTalk to 0>>\ [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] You walk into the lounge, where you find $Hannah predictably resting on the couch. She welcomes you in and encourages you to sit next to her, which you’re happy to do. $Hannah is still in her work outfit, for the most part. She’s still donning a tight skirt and cute blouse, but she’s taken her hosiery off so that she might better access her feet. Not that she’s looking to massage them after being stuck in a pair of heels for 40 hours of the past week, but instead so that she might beautify them with a new coat of nail polish. The distinct smell of acetone is in the air. “Ah, damnit!” She curses, whilst holding the dainty brush of a bottle of nail polish. “What’s up?” You ask. Whilst you have this excuse, you pay particular attention to her feet, not that you have any particular reason, but you’ve only ever seen them encased in nylons, and that’s when they’re not in a pair of shoes. Maybe for those reasons they stick out to you, and hopefully not for any other. “I got some polish on my skin. It’s no biggie.” She laughs, getting back to work. <<if $PaintedToes gt 0>>”Oh, right.” You recall your experience at the salon last week with $Ash . The expert beauticians made the task look easy, but they do it for a living, and it must be so much easier to paint someone else’s toes rather than your own. $Hannah is made to sit in an upright fetal position in order to reach her digits. “Yeah, I can imagine it’s rather hard.” “Eh.” She shrugs. “Most girls are used to doing it, I must just be sloppy today.” “Why don’t you go to a salon? They’re pretty relaxing, or so I hear.” “I do, on occasion, but after a long week of work, I don’t want to be spending more time going to the mall just for a little R and R when I can do it myself. But yeah, they are definitely relaxing.” Even though you had a stressful time a week ago, you can understand how somebody could appreciate the atmosphere and foot care of a salon. Considering how you were dragged there, you could always mention your experience to $Hannah . She probably won’t think less of you, especially after hearing it was during a date, as weird of a “date” as it was. [[Hannah Friday 6 Already<-Bring up your time in a salon][$HF6 to 1, $HosieryUn to 1, $ShoesUn to 1]] [[Hannah Friday 6 Not<-Say nothing][$HF6 to 2]]\ <<elseif $HannahR gt 2>>“I wouldn’t know.” “I suppose you wouldn’t, but it’s actually pretty easy; a drunken monkey could do it. You’d probably surprise yourself if you gave it a whack.” “I doubt it.” You try to brush off her ideas, but she’s particularly stubborn today. “I’m telling you, it’s easy. Heck, why don’t you give it a try?” “Try what? Giving you a pedicure?” “Well, you could, or you could always give yourself one.” You don’t answer immediately. The calm way she suggests it is surprisingly encouraging, and after a brief thought on the topic, it’s not like it would create much of an issue anyway. No one has any reason to see your feet, or at least, not anyone who’d disapprove, you assume. A little varnish wouldn’t affect you past an hour from now. Of course, you could always give $Hannah a hand and do hers for her. She might appreciate a chance to lay back and relax as though she were at a salon, and for you, it’d give a chance to get closer to her feet which you’ve been glancing at ever since you started talking. But there’s always another choice: $Hannah seems in a playful mood, and if she doesn’t think it’s a big deal, maybe she’d paint yours for you. [[Hannah Friday 6 Own<-Give yourself a pedicure][$HF6 to 3, $HosieryUn to 1, $ShoesUn to 1]] [[Hannah Friday 6 Hers<-Give your step sister a pedicure][$HF6 to 4]] [[Hannah Friday 6 Own<-Ask her to give you a pedicure][$HF6 to 5, $HosieryUn to 1, $ShoesUn to 1]] [[Hannah Friday 6 Not<-Ignore her ideas][$HF6 to 6]]\ <<elseif $HannahR lt 3>>“I wouldn’t know.” “I suppose you wouldn’t, but it’s actually pretty easy; a drunken monkey could do it. You’d probably surprise yourself if you gave it a whack.” “I doubt it.” You try to brush off her ideas, but she’s particularly stubborn today. “I’m telling you, it’s easy. Heck, why don’t you give it a try?” “Try what? Giving you a pedicure?” “Well, you could, or you could always give yourself one.” You don’t answer immediately. The calm way she suggests it is surprisingly encouraging, and after a brief thought on the topic, it’s not like it would create much of an issue anyway. No one has any reason to see your feet, or at least, not anyone who’d disapprove, you assume. A little varnish wouldn’t affect you past an hour from now. Of course, you could always give $Hannah a hand and do hers for her. She might appreciate a chance to lay back and relax as though she were at a salon, and for you, it’d give a chance to get closer to her feet which you’ve been glancing at ever since you started talking. [[Hannah Friday 6 Own<-Give yourself a pedicure][$HosieryUn to 1, $ShoesUn to 1, $HF6 to 3]] [[Hannah Friday 6 Hers<-Give your step sister a pedicure][$HF6 to 4]] You're not close enough with $Hannah to suggest that [[Hannah Friday 6 Not<-Ignore her ideas][$HF6 to 6]]<</if>>

<<set $W7H2 to 1>>\ [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] “Actually, I kind of visited one last week.” $Hannah looks over to you, visibly surprised. <<if $HF5 is 6>>“Oh really? Wait, was this during your date that you mentioned?” Blushing slightly at her ease of connecting dots, you confirm. “This must be some girl if she took you to a nail salon. Wow, you should just ignore my advice completely, I think I’m reading from different books on how to seduce people. So she just made you sit and watch?” “Well, not quite.” Her deductive prowess again shows itself. “Don’t tell me - she actually made you get a pedicure?” “Yeah. It was…an experience.”\ <<else>>”Oh really? How did you get roped into that?” “I was with a friend at the time, and she just so happened to want to get a pedicure.” “You two must be pretty close friends if she let you see her feet, you perv.” “Hey!” You shudder at her remark. You hardly looked at $Ash ‘s feet; you were far too stressed out for that. $Hannah ‘s right now though… “You must have been pretty awkward sitting in there, twiddling your thumbs while she gets a paint job.” “Actually, she kind of…convinced me to get one too.” $Hannah giggles slightly. “You don’t have much of a back bone, do you? Did she offer you a go on her Game Station or something?” “No, no.” You start thinking if telling $Hannah this much was a mistake. “It was just a bit of harmless fun, you know?”<</if>> “Can I see?” Having cornered yourself, you decide letting her see them is hardly much more than admitting to them. <<if $CL[2] is 101>>You remove the innocuous cover of your socks to reveal the embarrassing secret underneath.<<else>>Considering your hosiery, however, it’s not like that’s an easy task. You excuse yourself to the toilet to swiftly remove them before returning.<</if>> [img[Images/Pedicure.jpg]] <<if $HF5 is 6>>$Hannah doesn’t even try to stifle her giggles. “Haha, pink too?! This girlfriend of yours must be special indeed.” //She’s certainly unique…// “It was a spur of the moment thing.” You justify it, unsure if you’re defending yourself or $Ash . “Yeah, I’m sure, I’m sure. You know how I said to not let her push you around and tell you what to do?” “And you also told me to make her happy.” “Do you rely on my advice for everything?” She’s still giggling, but it doesn’t feel as innocent as most of her laughs. “Do you have anything more positive to say?” You’re properly in self defense mode now. “$name , if you thought it was the right thing to do at the moment, then I guess you should trust your instincts, but I don’t think I could look at a guy the same if I could convince him to get his nails painted. I mean, it must have been so humiliating to sit there, surrounded by girls, as they treat you like one of them. All because you were asked to. Did your girlfriend make puppy eyes too?” “Whatever.” You give up on the conversation. Evidently, despite it being part of her advice, your step sister doesn’t have a lot of respect for your decision. Of course, you didn’t mention $Ash ‘s promise of a sexual reward, though it’s questionable if that would make $Hannah agree with your decision or disagree even less. Eventually, $Hannah realizes the time, and wishes you a good rest of the night. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S - 2]]\ <<else>>$Hannah doesn’t even try to stifle her giggles. “Haha, pink too?! It must have been so humiliating for you.” “Yeah, it was very embarrassing. I don't think I’ll be doing it again anytime soon.” “I don’t blame you. To be a guy in that kind of environment…it couldn’t have been easy. But like you said, if it was just a bit of fun, there’s no harm in it. Though you could have easily removed it since then.” She eyes you suspiciously. “I guess.” She makes a valid point. “But it’s not like I need to show them off anyway.” “Hmm, yeah.” She doesn’t sound entirely convinced, but the conversation changes the course of the conversation anyway. Eventually, $Hannah realizes the time, and wishes you a good rest of the night. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $HannahR to $HannahR + 1, $S to $S - 2]]<</if>>

<<set $W7H1 to 1>>\ [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] <<if $HF6 is 2>>You opt to say nothing on the topic of your recent experience getting a pedicure. Even if $Hannah didn’t think less of you for it, which is a possibility that can’t be ruled out, she probably wouldn’t think better of you for it, so there’s little point in revisiting the humiliating experience, you pragmatically surmise.\ <<elseif $HF6 is 6>>”I’ll pass.” You answer, hoping she doesn’t bring the matter up again. “Fair enough. You are a guy, after all.” //That’s nice to hear after this past week//<</if>> $Hannah continues painting her nails in the beautiful scarlet shade. <<if $HF5 is 1>>Recalling your conversation from a week ago, you ask if her extra care towards her nails is in the interest of making herself pretty for a potential date with her potential partner. “Aren’t you perceptive?” She pauses to blow on her nails. “Maybe not consciously, but I notice myself doing that - paying extra care to my nails, buying new bottles of perfume, taking longer to pick between outfits.” She smiles giddily just like a week ago. “It’s a really nice feeling - to like someone so much that I want to look my best, even if there’s no chance I’m going to run into them. It doesn’t make any sense, I know, but I can’t help it. “ You feed off her energy, happy that she’s happy. Even if it doesn’t make much sense for her, it’s more relatable than she’d understand. Miss $Gray ‘s requirements for what to wear to Farrix are that - requirements - but there’s a unique feeling to wearing something specifically for someone, like a warm submissiveness, and hearing the confirmation that you’ve passed her inspection always causes an internal sigh of relief. You inquire some more about the details about the person who you can thank for her excitement, but she’s still scant on the specifics.\ <<elseif $HF6 is 6>>”Red’s a nice color. Did you choose it for any specific reason?” “Well” she pauses to blow on her nails. “There’s someone I’m trying to impress, and I know they’re a big fan of red.” “Oh.” You’re curious about the person she wants to impress, but the fact she’s not giving you much information makes you think it isn’t something she wants to go into. Still, you see if you can gleam a little more. “Somebody new at the office?” “It’s no work fling. In fact, it’s really unlikely that anything serious could come of it, given the circumstances, but I’m still hopeful.”<</if>> Your step sister finishes painting her nails, wiping away the erroneous strokes of paint from her skin once she’s done. Eventually, $Hannah realizes the time, and wishes you a good rest of the night. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $HannahR to $HannahR + 1, $S to $S - 2]]

<<set $W7H2 to 1>>\ <<set $PaintedToes to 7, $RedToes to 7>>\ [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] <<if $HF6 is 3>>”Alright, why not? Hand me the bottle and let me try.” Pleased that she managed to convince you, she transfers the bottle of red nail polish she was working with to your hands. “Red’s easy mode anyway - it’s hard to fail with such a nice color.” “You’re just saying that in case I show you up.” You joke.\ <<elseif $HF6 is 5>>”If it’s so easy, why don’t you show me.” “I’m doing my nails right now, you goofball.” “Not your nails.” $Hannah looks at you excitedly, an expression of “is that a challenge?” etched across her face. “Alright, I’ll give you a pedicure, you little girly.” She teases in good fun.<</if>> <<if $CL[2] is 101>>First though, you need to remove your footwear. Your shoes and socks come off in all of 10 seconds, and you’re ready for the pedicure.<<else>>Before that, though, you have to remove your footwear. The shoes aren’t an issue, but the hosiery covering your feet is. You briefly excuse yourself to the bathroom to take them off without having to flash $Hannah .<</if>> <<if $HF6 is 3>>You hover the brush over your toenails, hesitating, almost scared. They’re currently in the state expected of most guys - plain. But now, you’ve volunteered yourself to have them feminized, and you’re the judge, jury and executioner. A single brush stroke begins the process, and there’s no turning back now. The first swipe is flawless, creating a smooth line of red ink from cuticle to tip. On your big toe, the process repeats itself a couple of times until that canvas is full. Then, you move onto the much smaller digits next to it. One by one, nail by nail, your formerly manly toes are beautified to a picture of femininity. And not only femininity, but due to the color’s red nature, sexiness. You copy the procedure without incident on your other foot until you’re left with a pair of picturesque women’s feet. [img[Images/Pedicure.jpg]] “Wow, you’re a natural.” $Hannah teases. “It took me years to get that good.” “Of all things to be good at, why did it have to be this?” You joke, but she doesn’t laugh “At least you’ve got a natural talent for something. How many of those did you think you had a day ago?” $Hannah advises you don’t walk around for a while to let the paint dry properly, a process which makes you feel even more delicate than you did before. Having nail polish on your toes is a certifiably feminine thing, especially in a color as sultry as the red shade they’re adorning.\ <<elseif $HF6 is 5>>$Hannah kneels at your feet. But before the paint job, she gives you a foot massage. While it is a surprise, it’s certainly welcome, making them feel better than they have in a very long time. “You have such dainty feet for a guy.” She teases, but you’re far too calm right not for it to get a rise out of you. After that, she retrieves the bottle of red nail polish. She waves the little brush around menacingly, as if to shake your nerves at asking for such a feminine procedure, but it similarly has zero effect. Not perturbed, she goes ahead and gives you the pedicure. Under her shadow, you watch as your toenails, one by one, are painted a much prettier shade than their old, dull, natural hue. It doesn’t take long for her to finish. [img[Images/Pedicure.jpg]] The stunning scarlet shade reflects off the light, and it’s only now that they hit you with how girly they look. “They look…” “Great, right?!” “Yeah, they’re definitely well done, but they’re so…” “You’re not starting to regret them, are you? Let’s hope you don’t get sexual with a girl anytime soon. If I got with a guy who had polish on his toes, my hand would be reaching for the door knob, rather than his…you know.” You laugh at her point. Not only do you have no expectations of getting sexual with a girl at any point in the next millenia, if you somehow did, her first question isn’t going to be “why are your toenails painted?” when you strip down.<</if>> The rest of the evening is spent watching TV, occasionally forgetting, and then remembering, the long lasting reminder of your choice coating your toes. Eventually, $Hannah realizes the time, and wishes you a good rest of the night. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $HannahR to $HannahR + 1, $S to $S - 2]]

<<set $W7H3 to 1>>\ <<if $FFeet is 1>><<set $FootFetish to $FootFetish + 1>><</if>>\ [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] <<if $FFeet is 1>>“How about I give you one.” You phrase it like you’re doing her a favor, but you’d be lying if you said the sight of $Hannah ‘s bare feet wasn’t a little intriguing. Plus, it’s something she’ll probably enjoy, so it’s a win/win.\ <<else>>“How about I give you one.”<</if>> “I won’t say no to that.” She kicks her feet up and hands you the tiny bottle of red nail varnish. She’s barely done one nail, so it’s up to you to create an impression. Spinning the top of the vial, you remove the brush, which has a large droplet of red varnish hanging from it, almost defying gravity. Your hand hovers over $Hannah ‘s feet, and for extra balance, your other hand holds onto the bottom of her heel. //Right. For balance// [img[Images/Pedicure.jpg]] The varnish gets spread first over her big toe, which you surprise yourself by doing flawlessly. 4 more perfect applications later, you’re beaming with confidence. The color on her nails is enchanting, and you struggle to look away from it. Her dainty foot still rests in your hand, similarly luring you into a state of mindlessness. <<if $CC2 gt 1>>Glancing up, $Hannah ‘s eyes are closed as she relishes the relaxing moment. As you look down once more, your eyes fall upon the small triangle of her panties that’s visible in your kneeling position. It’s a miniscule shot up her skirt with her legs together, you’re still left like a deer in headlights, leering at the distracting sight in front of you. There’s a pressure at your crotch at the visage as your penis protests against its chastity cage containment.\ <<elseif $CC2 is 1>>Glancing up, $Hannah ‘s eyes are closed as she relishes the relaxing moment. As you look down once more, your eyes fall upon the small triangle of her panties that’s visible in your kneeling position. It’s a miniscule shot up her skirt with her legs together, you’re still left like a deer in headlights, leering at the distracting sight in front of you. Your penis introduces itself to your underwear and pants as a familiar bulge rises.<</if>> [img[Images/P - Upskirt.jpg]] <<if $L gt 7>>“See, it’s not so easy, is it?” $Hannah remarks. Her eyes are still shut, thankfully. You shrug off the lewd thoughts and get back to your job, which isnotably harder now. You’re almost reciting “don’t look up” under your breath as encouragement to just do your task, but your current lust is making life much harder right now. By the time you’re done, $Hannah ‘s left with 5 perfectly painted ruby red nails, and an attempt equivalent to a child’s finger painting. It’s a messy smudge that almost seems to have painted more skin than keratin. $Hannah opens her eyes once you’re done. “Well that’s…an attempt. I didn’t kick you in the head halfway through, did I?” “No, I just, umm…I guess beginner’s luck ran out really quickly.” “I’ll say.” She laughs. “It’s a good job you don’t work in a salon, otherwise I’d have you fired for this. But still, for a first attempt, it’s not too terrible.” Eventually, $Hannah realizes the time, and wishes you a good rest of the night. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $HannahR to $HannahR + 1, $S to $S - 2]]\ <<elseif $L lt 8>>“See, it’s not so easy, is it?” $Hannah remarks. Her eyes are still shut, thankfully. You successfully shrug off the lewd thoughts and get back to your job, which is harder, but still accomplishable. After a while, the pedicure is complete. $Hannah has 10 beautifully painted toes, with the red coat reflecting gorgeously under the light. $Hannah opens her eyes once you’re done. “$name , you’re a natural! I think you need to get a job working in a nail salon with skills like this, because your talents are wasted otherwise.” Her compliments almost send you into a blushing frenzy. “Thanks. I must have learned from your technique.” “You must have osmosised some of your classmates’ girly abilities…” Eventually, $Hannah realizes the time, and wishes you a good rest of the night. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $HannahR to $HannahR + 2, $S to $S - 2]] <</if>>

<<set $HannahFridayTalk to 0>>\ [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] You walk into the lounge, where you find $Hannah predictably resting on the couch. She welcomes you in and encourages you to sit next to her, which you’re happy to do. You consider what to discuss. <<if $AshMad is 1>>[[Hannah Friday 7 Ash<-Talk about your ruined friendship][$HF7 to 1]]<<elseif $AshMad is 0>>[[Hannah Friday 7 Ash<-Talk about sex on sunday][$HF7 to 2]]<</if>> [[Hannah Friday Boss<-Let her talk][$HF7 to 3]]

<<set $W8H2 to 1>>\ [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] <<if $HF7 is 1>>Hoping for an affirming female perspective, you decide to recount to $Hannah your failed relationship with $Ash , who can barely seem to sit in the same room as you without screaming. “I had this friend at Farrix. She seemed cool at first, and was really nice to me when no one else was. But as I got to know her more, it turned out she wasn’t as nice as I thought she was. Now I’ve upset her, and she barely looks at me. It’s probably for the best, but it still sucks to have made an enemy out of a friend.” $Hannah nods, clearly having been in your position before. “That’s just friendships in general, or any relationship for that matter. It can seem like you're as close as muscle is to bone, but something just…happens. It doesn’t even have to be explicable, or maybe something meant a lot to them but you didn’t value it as much, and so they got upset. People are strange. But as long as you don’t think you were to blame, try to keep your head up.” Her words are inspiring, if a little hard to appreciate right now. Without $Ash , you don’t have anyone to properly trust. $Hannah can be understanding, but you could never open up about Miss $Gray ‘s demands to her. $Jen sees your sissy side and tries to take advantage of it. Miss $Gray could never be trusted, especially with how suspicious her supposed motives for making you wear girl’s clothes is. There’s $Alex , who’s is a similar situation, and yet a completely opposed one too. It’s not like she’s going to be feminized when she’s already a girl, especially when she’s surrounded by guys. $Ash was the only safe bastion for sharing your situation with, but now it seems she wants nothing to do with you. “But, life is weird.” $Hannah continues. “And if a relationship dynamic can change once, then why can’t it change twice, or even more than that?”\ <<elseif $HF7 is 2>>Intensely nervous and yet overwhelmingly excited at what you’ll be doing in under 48 hours, you ask your step sister if she has any advice for popping your cherry now that you have an eager partner. “I just knew that you’d find someone in a school full of girls - I’m proud of you, $name , as weird as that is to say. But you almost had me worried I might catch you bringing a hooker home.” She bursts out laughing, but you’re unsure if she’s entirely joking. “But don’t worry, having sex with a woman is a pinch. As long as you care about her orgasm, you’ll be fine. If you start to get too turned on, slow down - women will think you’re being romantic, but it’ll help you hold out for a while longer. And make sure you wear something classy that she’ll like. Even if you’re going to strip 5 minutes later, it’s important to appear like you care about her both before and after the sexual experience. Sex starts from the moment you kiss her on the cheek, remember that.” //I thought she said it would be easy// “Let’s see, what else? Oh! Every normal girl I know likes to cuddle after sex, so don’t think you’ll get away the moment you spurt your seed.” “Is there anything else?” You sarcastically moan. “Well, the only thing I can think of is something you don’t want to hear.” Naturally, there’s no way you could hear her say that and not be willing to interrogate her to find out what she means. “What don’t I want to hear?” “Ah, it’s nothing, really. Just forget I said anything.” You stare at her in an annoyed silence. “Alright, fine. It’s…you should make sure she’s the one. Don’t just have sex for the sake of it. You’re better than that, I think. If you really like this girl, and she really likes you, then go for it. But I’d hate for you to be ignoring signs that she isn’t the one just because you want a little nookie. It’s your life, so do what you want, but I don’t want you to make the mistakes that I did.” “You’re right…I didn’t want to hear that.”<</if>> Eventually, $Hannah realizes the time, and wishes you a good rest of the night. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $HannahR to $HannahR + 1, $S to $S - 2]]

<<set $W8H1 to 1>>\ [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] “What about you? How has your week been?” “Actually, my week’s been amazing. But it won’t be as good as next week.” “What’s got you so excited?” <<if $HF5 is 1>>”You remember how I told you about my…” “...love interest?” $Hannah starts blushing once more. “Yeah. Well, I think they’ve pulled some strings and they’re going to have my boss fired.” She’s practically shrieking. “I’m so excited!” “Oh, so they’re in upper management or something?” “No! That’s the amazing thing: they don’t even work for the same company as me!” You scratch your head. “So how can they get your boss fired? That doesn’t make sense.” “It shouldn’t be possible, right? That’s why this one’s so special. Everyone’s a friend of a friend, and so a couple of strings pulls later, and I should have a new boss in a couple of weeks.” You try to prod this new piece of information for everything you can learn from it. Clearly $Hannah ‘s date is a person with some connections. Could you have the mayor at the dinner table in a couple of months, or a different government official? Or maybe they’re a stockholder in $Hannah ‘s company. Or maybe it’s someone really nefarious who’s going to frame $Hannah ‘s boss - that would explain why she isn’t going into much detail. But maybe the love interest is simply related to a higher up in the company. There’s so many possibilities, but your step sister seems content on leaving you in the dark. The one thing you can say for sure about $Hannah ‘s love interest is that they’re willing to do something cruel. Even as much of an asshole as $Hannah claims her boss is, to have someone fired that you don’t know is exceptionally cold. Your step sister doesn’t talk much more about her love interest for the rest of the night, or at least anything which would help you deduce their characteristics. Instead, she discusses how much more enjoyable work should be from now on.\ <<else>>”You know how I really hate my boss?” “Yes…” “He’s going to be fired!” “Wait, really? That’s great! What happened?” “I shouldn’t talk about it too much, but let’s just say that a friend is doing me a massive favor.” “They must be a pretty great friend.” “Yeah…they are.” “Does that mean you’re going to be getting a promotion too?” “Huh, I wish. I’ve not nearly been there long enough for that…and it’s not like we can get everyone in line for the job ahead of me fired.” The way $Hannah stops to think on that isn’t encouraging. “Though my friend would certainly enjoy the idea.” “Just who is this “friend”?” You laugh, but the fact your step sister would even joke about such a thing is alarming. $Hannah ‘s a smart woman, but whoever she’s spending time with might be having a horrible influence on her, and for once, you don’t mean yourself. “You know, a friend.” She cackles at seeing your annoyance that she refuses to answer the question. “All you need to know is that they’re making my life a hell of a lot better, and I love them for that.” With no choice to be satisfied with her ambiguity, you sigh. //I hope this friend doesn’t decide to think I’m a problem//<</if>> Eventually, $Hannah realizes the time, and wishes you a good rest of the night. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $HannahR to $HannahR + 1, $S to $S - 2]]

<<set $HannahFridayTalk to 0>>\ [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] You walk into the lounge, where you find $Hannah predictably resting on the couch. She welcomes you in and encourages you to sit next to her, which you’re happy to do. You consider what to discuss. [[Hannah Friday 8 Alex<-Talk about your date on Sunday][$HF8 to 1]] [[Hannah Friday 8 Ash<-Talk about fear over your “girlfriend’s” control][$HF8 to 2]]

<<set $W9H1 to 1>>\ <<set $W8H2 to 1>>\ [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] Noting your date with $Alex , and the bizarre parallels you face, you decide to bring up your newest friend to $Hannah . “A while ago I met this girl. She seems really nice, but there’s something really weird about it all. I’m a guy at an all girl’s school. Meanwhile she’s a girl at an all guy’s school. I don’t understand it all.” $Hannah is visibly puzzled. “You’re not being serious are you? How could something like that happen?” “I’m certain. She had the blazer on and everything.” “No, that can’t be right. I’m sure she was just cold and wearing her boyfriend’s jacket.” “It can’t be that. She said the words that she was a student at Morton, and she never once mentioned a boyfriend.” “Well then…it must be some kind of practical joke. Why on earth would there not only be one mixup like that, but two?” “I don’t know. But can it really be a simple mixup if neither of the schools haven’t done something to fix it? And Miss $Gray seemed to talk about it like it was very deliberate back during my first week.” “$name , I have no clue, but I’m sure it’s nothing crazy like you’re making it out to be. I talked with Miss $Gray , remember. She was really nice. I’d trust her if I were you. I’m sure she’s not wrapped in anything nefarious.” <<if visited("School 4-3 Jen Gray")>>//$Hannah really has no clue about her. And that’s not at all what $Jen told me//<<else>>//$Hannah really has no clue about her//<</if>> “But why would sh…” “Enough, $name . I don’t know, and I don’t care. I care too much about you to see you become a conspiracy theorist, so I’m not going to encourage it.” You’re silent for a while, partly reflecting on why $Hannah might be so unwilling to hear you out, and partly on what to bring up to end the awkward quiet that arises. “Well, this friend and I, we’re going out on Sunday.” $Hannah is calmer now, and seems happy that you switched the direction of the conversation. “Are you nervous?” “A little, I guess. She said she wanted to see a movie, but I have no idea what.” “A movie? That’ll be a fun time. Why don’t you take her to see a nice romantic comedy?” “I’m not sure if she’s the type of girl to enjoy a love flick like that.” “Sounds like a weird girl. Every woman I know would love to be invited to such a thing.” Eventually, $Hannah realizes the time, and wishes you a good rest of the night. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $HannahR to $HannahR + 1, $S to $S - 2]]

<<set $W9H3 to 1>>\ [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] In the past week, your relationship with $Ash has completely transformed to something far more terrifying than the rather innocent fling that it previously was. Not that you think $Hannah has experience being locked in a chastity belt thanks to a former love interest, but maybe she can say something encouraging, even if it were superficial. <<if $HF7 is 2>>”My…ex, I’m not quite sure what she is, she’s upset, I think, or maybe angry. She’s making me do things that I don’t want to do, and now she wants to spend time with me even though she’s obviously upset at me.” “Is this the same girlfriend you were going to be having sex with last week?” You nod your head. “You must be really disappointing in bed.” She laughs. Were it not such a serious topic for you, you might join her, but certainly not with $Ash acting as your keyholder. “I just don’t see why she can’t let me do what I want to. She’s never once asked me what I think of our relationship and where I’d like it to go.”\ <<elseif $AshMad is 1>>”My…ex, I’m not quite sure what she is, she’s livid at me. Not just livid, but she’d push me into a pit of lions if it got her a coupon. But she has the weirdest ways of punishing me. I don’t see why she can’t just move onto someone else.”\ <<elseif $AshMad is 0>>”My…ex, I’m not quite sure what she is, she’s upset, I think, or maybe angry. She’s making me do things that I don’t want to do, and now she wants to spend time with me even though she’s obviously upset at me. I don’t see why she keeps trying to make our relationship something I clearly don’t want it to be.”<</if>> “It sounds to me like she really loves you, or at least loved you, but you let her down somehow. Sometimes it’s hard to get over being disappointed or hurt.” “I get that, but why can’t she move on? Or at least talk about her feelings like a normal person. It’s like she can’t accept that I wasn’t what she was looking for.” “I’m not saying I approve of what she’s doing if it’s making you feel bad, but surely you can empathize with her; if you really loved someone and they didn’t reciprocate, don’t you think you’d handle it poorly? Don’t blame her for struggling to get over you. If anything, I think you should take it as a good sign that you could attract someone so completely.” $Hannah ‘s advice is hardly the morale boosting monologue you hoped it would be. On some level, you can appreciate her words. Had you attracted a more sane woman who gave you roses everyday and followed you around serenading you in song, that might be a little flattering. But $Ash ‘s love, or whatever it is, presents itself as a vitriolic force of desire that can’t be deflected no matter how you might try. If you could convey the situation accurately to $Hannah , maybe she’d understand the girl, but that would involve talk of chastity cages and sissification - something which doesn’t seem worth it just for a hug. Eventually, $Hannah realizes the time, and wishes you a good rest of the night. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $HannahR to $HannahR + 1, $S to $S - 2]]

<<set $HF10 to 1>>\ <<set $W11H1 to 1>>\ <<set $HannahFridayTalk to 0>>\ [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] You walk into the lounge, where you find $Hannah predictably resting on the couch. She welcomes you in and encourages you to sit next to her, which you’re happy to do. She seems extra giddy and alive today. Not that she’s bouncing off the walls and doing cartwheels, but her smile doesn’t leave her face even as she yawns. <<if $HF5 is 1>>“What’s got you so happy today? Is it that partner of yours?” “Oh, you know, maybe.” She’s giggling profusely. “Yes, of course it is.” “You’ve really hit it off.” Though you’ve still no idea who $Hannah ‘s mystery partner is, you assume they must be similarly full of joy from that new relationship glee. “We have. I don’t know, $name , I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Ever. It’s something so new to me and I don’t know if I should be feeling this way or not.” “Being this happy can’t be a bad thing.” $Hannah nods. “You’re right, I just don’t know how to express how I feel to her.” //So they’re a woman...// She continues “part of me wants to yell from the rooftops that I think they’re the greatest person on the planet, but part of me also likes that we’re keeping it quiet about us. We’ve known each other a while now, and I think I’m ready to say those 3 magic words to her.” “Really? That’s great!” “It is, but I’m so nervous! What if she doesn’t say them back? Or maybe she’ll feel like she has to so she does, but then she resents having to say it and hates me for it. So many things could go wrong, and I’m really scared.” $Hannah ‘s trepidation is understandable, though rather adorable too. She’s certainly overthinking the whole thing - if she feels that this woman is //the one//, then she should say it, you, a complete love virgin, think.\ <<else>>“What’s got you so happy today?” “Well, there’s a few things I haven’t kept you up to date with, $name . I’ve been seeing someone for a while now, and OH. MY. GOD. They’re amazing. I know you’ll roll your eyes, but I honestly think they’re the greatest person I’ve ever met. I think I could see myself seeing the rest of my life with them.” “Really? When do I get to meet them?” “Not for a while. We’re keeping things quiet for now. In fact, I probably shouldn’t even be telling you.” “Oh.” You’re disappointed about being unable to meet your step sister’s love interest, but at least she is opening up to you a little by telling you about all this. “How did you meet?” “Again, I probably shouldn’t say. All you need to know is that I’m a lot happier now. In fact, I’m thinking about saying those 3 little words to them.” “Really? That’s great!” “It is, but I’m so nervous! What if my feelings aren’t reciprocated? Or what if I’m rushing all this by even considering saying it?” $Hannah ‘s trepidation is understandable, though rather adorable too. She’s certainly overthinking the whole thing - if she feels that this person is //the one//, then she should say it, you, a complete love virgin, think.<</if>> “Being this happy is making me appreciate everything else in life too. I don’t just love them, I love getting up in the morning, and my drive to work, and having dinner. Everything just seems so much brighter now. And I love you, step bro.” $Hannah giggles, but you can tell she’s being genuine. “We’ve been living together for quite a while, <<if $WeekChores gt 4>>and you’re great. You’re a much better housemate than I thought you’d be when you first moved in.<<elseif $WeekChores gt 0>>and you’re fun. Sure, you could be tidier, but couldn’t we all?<<else>>and you’re alright, you know? You could be a lot tidier and help me around the house more, but you’re not horrendous like I’d thought you’d be.<</if>>” “Thanks, I guess I love you too.” She leans in and gives you a long hug, not releasing for at least a minute. For the rest of the night, she continues talking about how happy she is. Despite what you’d largely consider to be a juxtaposing experience in your own life, it’s nice to hear how well she’s doing. After several hours of engaging chit chat, she decides to call it a night, heading up to her room. No matter how you slice it, you’re far closer now than you were yesterday. She loves you, and you doubt anything could ruin your relationship. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $HannahR to $HannahR + 1, $S to $S - 4]]

<<if $Day3 is 1 and $SC7 gt 1 and $SC7 lt 9>><<set $SC7 to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 gt 0 and $SC7 lt 9 and $GrayLunchFail is 0>><<set $SC7 to $SC7 + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 is 6>><<set $SC7 to 9>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<if $Home is 1>>The other students file in around you, most notably, your trainer and one of your keyholders, $Ash .\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>$Ash and you sit and wait while the other students file in around you. You can’t imagine how hellish it would be if there weren’t anyone but you two to face Miss $Gray ‘s wrath.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>Your eyes are locked on the door like you’re an eager bird watcher, seeking the beautiful creature that would light up your day by their presence. For you, that delightful moment arrives when Mistress $Ash walks into the classroom, sitting next to you, instantly filling you with joy.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>$Ash and you sit and wait while the other students file in around you. Whilst you're waiting, $Gray2 smiles at you, encouraging you for the day ahead. You do the best you can for the woman who has the responsibility of feminizing you.<</if>> [img[Images/Desk Ash.jpg]] The lesson soon begins. <<if $Home is 1>>Seeing Miss $Gray not at home is now rarer than it is seeing her at school, which still feels bizarre to consider. Maybe because of that, she doesn’t seem to pay much attention to you. Perhaps she’s as bored with you as you’re frustrated at spending time with her.\ <<elseif $Home isnot 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>With Miss $Gray now back in charge of your chastity cage, she seems to take it much more importantly that she challenges you as much as she can throughout the lesson. She’s asking you twice as many questions as she is the person who she asks the second most (which just so happens to be $Ash ). Just as $Ash said you two must, though, she poses as the model student, answering quickly when called upon and completing work dutifully.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>><<set $S to $S - 2>>Seeing Miss $Gray not at home is now rarer than it is seeing her at school, which still feels bizarre to consider. Maybe because of that, she doesn’t seem to pay much attention to you. Perhaps she’s as bored with you as you’re frustrated at spending time with her. Thoughts of Miss $Gray are annoying, though, since you’d much rather be thinking about the goddess right next to you. Being around Mistress $Ash , even when you’re forbidden from talking to her, is like nirvana for a submissive slave like yourself. Even more irritating than the thought of Miss $Gray knaving you from dreams of your queen, is when she takes a more deliberate approach of separating you from Mistress, which she enforces by demanding you stop looking towards her.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>With Miss $Gray now back in charge of your chastity cage, she seems to take it much more importantly that she challenges you as much as she can throughout the lesson. She’s asking you twice as many questions as she is the person who she asks the second most (which just so happens to be $Ash .) Just as $Ash said you two must, though, she poses as the model student, answering quickly when called upon and completing work dutifully.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>Likely thanks to your transformed relationship with her, $Gray2 barely bothers you through the class. It seems she knows feminizing you is taxing enough without giving you the further stress of a torrent of questions. Besides, she did admit to giving you far better grades than you deserve. All this isn’t to say she extends the same favor to $Ash , who she practically bullies with questions for an hour. To her credit, she does as she said you must. $Ash fulfills the role of a perfect student well. She answers every question with an almost obsessive level of detail. Having close relationships with both women is a complex situation to be in, especially when they both seem intent on screwing the other one over. A day may come when you have to truly decide between them, unless a third option presents itself.\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1>>Likely thanks to your transformed relationship with her, $Gray2 barely bothers you through the class. It seems she knows feminizing you is taxing enough without giving you the further stress of a torrent of questions. Besides, she did admit to giving you far better grades than you deserve. All this isn’t to say she extends the same favor to $Ash , who she practically bullies with questions for an hour. Without the threat of $Ash ‘s ire, you’re free to enjoy it from the next desk over.<</if>> <<if $CK[2] is 3>> Flats are the expected choice in footwear for a student like you, so there's no inhibitions to be had about playing with them. [img[Images/Flats PlayG.gif]]\ <<elseif $CK[2] is 5>> It's inevitable during the lesson that you'll unsheath your feet from the heels propping them up. After letting them dangle on your toes for a while, you have to reach down to fix them. [img[Images/Heels PlayG.gif]]<</if>> <<if $HeelSurg is 1 and $CK[2] is 3>><<set $S to $S + 1>>The lack of high heels propping up your feet is already causing great distress in your legs. <</if>><<if $ButtPlugA is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>>The butt plug occupying your rear leaves your mind racing with dirty thoughts. <</if>><<if $Boobs gt 5 and $Bra is 0>><<set $S to $S + 1>>Your prominent boobs do bother you. You're both worried about your nipples blushing over being stared at, and your budding breasts having no support. At this size, they really require it. <</if>> <<if $L gt 8 and $BlackmailVibrator is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>>It’s inevitable with how horny you are, that your mind, and your eyes, will wander. When they do rest on the bodies of your peers, a not quite pleasant vibration shoots through your chastity cage. It serves to stop you looking at the other students, but not for long. After several jolts over the period, you’re left even hornier.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home isnot 2 and $GrayBestie is 0>>During the lesson, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes wander to the other students in the class. Miss $Gray seems to have noticed, as a subtle scowls goes your way.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 2 and $AshMistress is 1>>With how horny you are, you could very easily let your eyes wander to the other students, but when Mistress $Ash is around, you only have eyes for her.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 2 and $JenMistress is 1>>With Mistress $Jen nowhere in sight, there’s no shame in perving on the other girls in the class.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $GrayBestie is 1>>During the lesson, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes wander to the other students in the class. If $Gray2 notices, she doesn’t seem to care.\ <<elseif $L lt 9 and $Home isnot 2>>You manage to pay attention during the lesson, taking notes and listening diligently.\ <<elseif $L lt 9 and $Home is 2>>With Mistress $Ash next to you, it’s hard to do anything productive during the lesson.<</if>> <<if $Home gte 3>>[[16-4 Gray<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>[[16-4 Ash<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $AnalS to $AnalS + 1, $OralS to $OralS + 1>>\ <<set $W4Ask to 0>>\ <<if $ExposeAsh is 0>>You arrive in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray , nervously awaiting your lunchtime training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 0>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of Miss $Gray the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.\ <<elseif $ExposeAsh is 1 and $GrayBestie is 1>>$Ash arrives in the all too familiar room of $Gray2 the same time you do. She gives you an encouraging nod as you await your lunch time training.<</if>> <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>“You know the deal, sluts!” $Gray2 can sense how seething $Ash is. “I can feel your panties moisten at me just saying that, $Ash .” The tension between the two women is normally quite entertaining, but given the past weekend’s revelation that your teacher intends to lock you both up indefinitely, you’re not sure that $Ash can hold it together. She’s forgone her own rule of blending in as perfectly obedient students. Her serrated eyes don’t deviate from your teacher for a second, and while you used to know $Ash as a perfect appearing person, with a clean uniform, flawless hair, artful makeup and unchipped nails, she’s become something that former self would probably hate. The sex machines are set up as usual, but they’ve been obviously modified. Now, the steel frames host not just one, but a pair of dildos each. They face each other with their heads, and the rear one sits lower than the front one. “Well, what are you waiting for?” $Gray2 asks, pushing $Ash into her sex rig. “Your boyfriends have had an upgrade, and they’re as eager to try them out as I am to watch them in action.” You get into position too before $Gray2 needs to shove you.\ <<elseif $Home is 4>>“It’s your favorite thing for me to say, sluts. We’re advancing your training to the next stage!” Miss $Gray can sense how seething $Ash is. “I can feel your panties moisten at me just saying that, $Ash .” The tension between the two women is normally quite entertaining, but given the past weekend’s revelation that your teacher intends to lock you both up indefinitely, you’re not sure that $Ash can hold it together. She’s forgone her own rule of blending in as perfectly obedient students. Her serrated eyes don’t deviate from your teacher for a second, and while you used to know $Ash as a perfect appearing person, with a clean uniform, flawless hair, artful makeup and unchipped nails, she’s become something that former self would probably hate. The sex machines are set up as usual, but they’ve been obviously modified. Now, the steel frames host not just one, but a pair of dildos each. They face each other with their heads, and the rear one sits lower than the front one. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Miss $Gray asks, shoving both of you into your respective sex rigs. “Your boyfriends have had an upgrade, and they’re as eager to try them out as I am to watch them in action.”\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>”You know what time it is, sissy. Time to advance your training! You’re not going to learn any new skills, only using the same ones you’ve been mastering, only now at the same time. That’s right, it’s sissy’s first spitroast!” The sex machine is set up as usual, but with an obvious modification. Now, the steel frame hosts not just one, but a pair of dildos. They face each other with their heads, and the rear one sits lower than the front one. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Miss $Gray asks, shoving you into the sex rig. “I can’t wait to see this thing in action.”<</if>><<if $ButtPlug is 1>>\ \ There’s a robotic giggle from the machine. “What’s this?” There’s a slight pressure against the butt plug already occupying your rear. Perhaps it’s made your “boyfriend” jealous. “You really are a slut, aren’t you?” Though you can’t see what it’s up to, you can hear the sound of air being sucked, and then what feels like an object pulling against the plug. The next thing you know, the butt plug violently soars out of your asshole. “There, all empty for master.”<</if>>\ [img[Images/P - Machine 3.jpg]] The pair of cocks enter you simultaneously. You’re more than used to your holes being independently invaded, but having it occur in the same breath hammers home what <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> has been calling you for a while now: a slut. Thankfully, the machine shows the same amount of care and respect for warming up that it has the past week. The machine is so subtle, in fact, that you can’t tell when it begins to speed up, only that it has. Being spitroasted is a surprisingly hot experience. So much of you is being stimulated: your ass, from the familiar dildo ravaging it, the dildo in front of you, going the perfect amount inside your mouth, and your brain, which can’t help but fantasize over added details to the scene. <<if $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>“How are you enjoying my two cocks, sweetie?” The machine inquires. “I made sure to give your mistress the perfect dimensions to stimulate that eager mouth of yours. I can’t wait to hear you moan about how much you love this!” “Yeah, take that, you dirty fucking whore! You’re lucky that chastity belt prevents access to your vagina, otherwise I’d be happily fucking three of your holes at once.” $Ash is being hate fucked beside you like you’re used to seeing. Fortunately for her, she’s adept at taking cock, at least based on how she’s not gagging or coughing at the dildo violating her mouth. Her sex machine might take that as a challenge, however. Your fucking carries on for some time. The pace of the cocks is a constant average pounding that turns you on more and more, but not yet enough to be able to cum.\ <<elseif $Home is 4>>”What do you think of my upgrade, sissy? I can fuck your two holes at once; your mistress really is a genius. You should appreciate her more, giving you these opportunities to improve your slutty skillset. In fact, if I weren’t keeping your mouth busy, I think that’s what I’d be doing - making you recite your love for Mistress $Gray whilst I pound your ass for an hour.” “Yeah, take that, you dirty fucking whore! You’re lucky that chastity belt prevents access to your vagina, otherwise I’d be happily fucking three of your holes at once.” $Ash is being hate fucked beside you like you’re used to seeing. Fortunately for her, she’s adept at taking cock, at least based on how she’s not gagging or coughing at the dildo violating her mouth. Her sex machine might take that as a challenge, however. “You’re lucky I don’t start taking ideas from him.” Your own machine snidely adds. Your fucking carries on for some time. The pace of the cocks is a constant average pounding that turns you on more and more, but not yet enough to be able to cum.\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>”How’s your day been, sissy? Actually, nevermind that. I know all thoughts other than your love of cock were purged from your mind the moment I entered you. All I should expect from you now is “please, go harder!”, or “give me more, daddy!"” Your fucking carries on for some time. The pace of the cocks is a constant average pounding that turns you on more and more, but not yet enough to be able to cum.<</if>> <<if $Home is 3 and $S gt $L>>”My analysis shows you’re not enjoying this enough. Why aren’t you turned on?” The machine asks in a believably angry tone. “Have I underestimated the slut you are? There’s only one solution to this.” Suddenly, the pace of the cocks jumps up to something more than a stoic march. It’s going pound you relentlessly until it thinks you’re enjoying it. [[16-4 Gray 2<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $W4Stress to $W4Stress + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $L gte $S>>”Good. I can tell you’re enjoying this, but sadly, baby girl, I want to tease you some more.” The calm pace gets calmer still until it’s almost painful how it’s half-assing your training. Of course, you could ask for him to go faster. [[16-4 Gray 2<-Say nothing][$L to $L + 1, $W4Horny to $W4Horny + 1, $W4Ask to 1]]\ [[16-4 Gray 2<-Muffle some encouragement][$L to $L + 1, $W4Ask to 2, $W4Horny to $W4Horny + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0 and $S gt $L>>”I can detect that you’re not enjoying this that much. That’s a shame, but you need to remember your role as a sissy slut. Whether you like it or not, you’re going to be fucked, and showing signs of displeasure for a submissive like you. Frankly, I don’t care if you’re having fun, but why should my experience be lessened just because you don’t like my cock today?” [[16-4 Gray 2<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $W4Stress to $W4Stress + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0 and $L gte $S>>”Great stuff, sissy! I can see you’re having the time of your life. In fact, watching you have so much fun because of how I’m fucking you makes me feel great!” [[16-4 Gray 2<-Continue][$L to $L + 1, $W4Horny to $W4Horny + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1 and $S gt $L>>”Yet again I can see you’re not enjoying my cock as much as a sissy slut like you should be. We’ll just have to ignore your mistress’ instructions. I know what’s best for you; your holes will be ravaged until I’m satisfied!” Both the cocks ramp up in speed like they were fueled by kerosene. [[16-4 Gray 2<-Continue][$S to $S + 1, $W4Stress to $W4Stress + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1 and $L gte $S>>”Now there’s the slut I was promised! Carry on being the cock hungry whore I can see you are and you’ll be the perfect sissy I know you want to be.” [[16-4 Gray 2<-Continue][$L to $L + 1, $W4Horny to $W4Horny + 1]]<</if>>

<<set $LipstickToilet = ["Don’t let $name near your boyfriend", "$name swallows", "$name kisses Miss $Gray ‘s ass", "$name licks $Ash ‘s feet", "$name ‘s asshole is looser than my pussy around Mr Hawt"]>>\ <<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $AnalS to $AnalS + 1, $SuckS to $SuckS + 1, $CumS to $CumS + 1>>\ <<if $Home is 2>>Rather than have to spend another hour without her company, Mistress $Ash kindly sought you out so that she might train you to be a better sissy.<<else>>It’s lunch, which might mean a moment to relax, but $Ash has other plans.<</if>> She leads you by the hand to a disused toilet. <<if $JenLevel gt 3>>Even these deserted facilities still update the rare user about your sissy life, no doubt thanks to $Jen ‘s handiwork after you failed to hand her money. "<<print $LipstickToilet.random()>>" the biggest piece of lipstick art proclaims.<</if>> “After how well you took my cocks before, I’m shaking at the thought of training you for another hour. I think I might actually enjoy teaching you more than you enjoy taking dick for me." <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash has you get on all fours, presenting your butt, which is more than visible in this position despite the skirt.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash has you lean over, presenting your butt, which is more than visible in this position despite the skirt.<</if>> <<if $ButtPlug is 1>>With little regard for your comfort, she tears the butt plug currently residing in your rear out.<</if>> After that, she equips her strap on. Maybe because of all the things she plans to do today, the cock seems bigger to you. Whatever fear you have is certain to be ignored though, especially since she drops a similarly sized dildo on the ground in front of you. “And of course, how could I forget about your favorite part - the cum!” Out of her bag, she pulls out a similar jug to what you’re used to seeing, even if it has been a while. <<if visited("15-2 Ash Punish")>>She lets you get a strong whiff of it, and you immediately get flashbacks to her brutal punishment from a week ago.<<else>>She lets you get a smell of it, and memories of her “cum game” come flooding back.<</if>> “Don’t worry” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash suggests<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash commands<</if>> “taking cum is just like riding a bike! We’ll be using this in a little while.” [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet 1.jpg]] She gets into position in front of you. Because of your doggy style stance, she has to get on her knees to be an appropriate level for you to suck her cock. “Go ahead, sissy! Start sucking!” She makes you do all the work, and you’re only on one part of your training. She doesn’t even let you lubricate the dildo with a little foreplay. Instead, she leans in so that the resting position of the dildo is still protruding several inches into your mouth. You quickly please <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>>, or maybe she just gets bored of this “being a sissy 101” stuff. “Now that you’re thoroughly turned on, take that dildo I gave you and…well, if I need to spell it out for you, then I must be an awful mistress.” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash orders. Not that back-talk is particularly effective against her, but let’s just say it’s a good thing you’re mouth is currently full.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash orders. At the hearing of such a preposterous idea, you want to affirm that she’s the greatest mistress a sissy could ask for, but you’re mouth is far too full of silicone to do that currently.<</if>> Taking the dildo in hand, you navigate it to your empty rear. Whilst preoccupied sucking a different artificial cock, it’s hard to line it up with your asshole, but after a bit of prodding, you eventually find the sweet spot, and it inserts surprisingly smoothly. [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet 2.jpg]] You fuck yourself with it, slowly at first as you get used to it, and staying on top of pleasing <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> and her cock remains a priority, but after not long at all, you’re ready to go at a speed your trainer will be satisfied with. You ramp up the speed until it’s eventually in the triple digits of BPM. It’s only now that the multi tasking aspects hit you as being difficult. Your experience of sucking in the past has primarily been when $Ash has been thrusting into you, not when you’re the one lunging into it. And the anal pounding you’re forced to inflict on yourself compounds to make the task that much trickier. On several occasions, you forget to breathe properly, resulting in muffled coughs and gags, but <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> refuses to let the cock leave your mouth for even the smallest amount of reprieve. Meanwhile, concentrating on giving head results in the dildo playing with your rear missing its target, and you end up striking your scrotum instead. On one occasion, you fumbled it so completely that you dropped the silicone sex toy. Picking it up, all whilst still deepthroating at the front, proved a challenge. Eventually, though, you get into a good rhythm, and you have a chance to think about the moment without worrying about a slip up. [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet 3.jpg]] <<if $Home is 1>>You’re on your knees in a toilet, being forced to spit roast yourself by a maniacal girl who also has your clit locked in an impenetrable cage. If you’d have thought life couldn’t get any more depraved, pathetic, or just plain sad, you’d be wrong, because $Ash hasn’t even introduced the cum into the equation yet.<<elseif $Home is 2>>You’re on your knees in a toilet, being forced to spit roast yourself by a stunning girl who’s a picture of perfection if there ever could be such a thing, who’s beauty could not be rivaled by anything natural, or anything created. Her genius took over control of you from the cruel hands of your cold teacher so that she, your Goddess, might show you how to best apply yourself in life. If you thought life couldn’t get any better, you’d be wrong, because Mistress hasn’t even introduced the cum into the equation yet.<</if>> “You’re handling that well, sissy. You really have been trained well. Shall we see if the added element of cum trips you up?” She reaches for the jug of cum with one hand, not even needing to move her hips, or the cock attached to them. With her outstretched fingers, she collects as much cum as she can, and shows you the gathered semen. “Aren’t you looking forward to this? I know I am.” You’re stuck between a cock and a penis, left with nowhere to hide as she smothers the handful of cum on your face, from your forehead to your chin. <<if $Home is 1>>The moment encapsulates the feeling you’ve had since the moment $Ash took over control of your chastity cage, or maybe even when Miss $Gray put you in it in the first place (it’s been too long to be able to remember accurately) - pathetic.<<elseif $Home is 2>>In one movement, not only was you touched by Mistress $Ash , but she graciously doused you with the rejuvenative tonic you dream about as often as a cat dreams of milk.<</if>> She’s not done yet though. Another swipe of cum on your two cheeks makes you painted up like you’re about to go to war. A third gives you a coat of cumgloss, and she makes you like her fingers clean afterwards. Then, she seems satisfied. The cum drips with no eagerness down your face. Some droplets slowly drool past your chin and down your neck, slithering in between your breasts. No matter how many times you lick your lips, the taste and texture of cum never goes away, or even seems to diminish. Despite its unforgettable presence, the cum isn’t the wrench in the slut works that it might have been. <<if $Home is 1>>It looks like $Ash did train you well.<<elseif $Home is 2>>As if there was more evidence needed, that should confirm, without any doubt, that Goddess $Ash is incredible at anything she does, like training you. <</if>> “Good whore. But I think we need a change of position. Lay down on your back.” Whilst still fucking yourself, you do as instructed. You rest your head on the toilet floor, with your legs slightly spread so you can masturbate your ass more easily. $Ash gets into position on top of you. She’s almost laying on top of you, though her hands hold up her weight like she was doing a push up. That leaves the cock to plunge down your threat, and she finally begins to thrust her hips. If you didn’t think you could get away before, you really can’t now. You’re entirely at <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash ‘s <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash ‘s<</if>> whim, and based upon her moans of ecstasy, she’s enjoying that sensation. <<if $L lt 5>><<set $L to $L + 2>>Despite the intensely sexual situation, however, you’re simply not turned on enough to get to the special place you need to cum without clit stimulation.\ <<elseif $L lt 9>><<set $L to $L + 2>>Though you’re stimulated from both your mouth and anus, and you have years of looking at pornography to give you the graphic imagination to fantasize about the details of the situation, you’re simply not turned on enough. That’s not to say you don’t get incalculably close to an orgasm, but the final push over the finish line never arrives. You’re left a horny, leaky mess.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 1>><<set $S to $S - 3, $L to 2, $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1>>The situation, as depraved as it is, for some reason leads to a culmination of your pent up lust. The dick you pound yourself with, the dildo $Ash thrusts into your mouth, the drying cum on your face, and your active fantasizing imagination work together to triumphantly get you to an orgasm. And unsurprisingly, such a well worked for reward feels divine. Your panties fill with jizz, but you’re still eager to suck on and thrust inside you the cocks.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 2>><<set $L to 10>>The situation, created by your divine mistress, almost allows you to reach apotheosis, but just as your eyes roll back into your head, your Goddess slap you in the face. “I’ve decided that there will be no orgasms for you today. Aww, poor sissy!” She mocks. For a moment, you feel annoyed that she would deny you an orgasm, but those thoughts of a dissident subside as you’re having too much fun enjoying the cocks, the cum, everything.<</if>> Eventually, <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> decides you’ve been well trained enough, for today at least. She dismounts you, and takes off her strap on. You get to your feet, stumbling a little at first. You reset your skirt and blouse and the little bow in the middle, before trying to remove any cum in the toilet mirrors. <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> congratulates you on an effective training session, before exiting. After taking a few minutes to get your breath back, you follow her lead. [[12-3d<-Continue]]

[img[Images/P - Machine 1.jpg]] <<if $Home is 3 and $S gt $L>>The machine continues fucking you as hard and as fast as it implied it would. Even with your experience swallowing cocks, it’s hard to not cough or gag as it tries to meet your esophagus. It’s a similar time on the other side of your body. The dildo pillaging your butt seems like it’s going for a speedrun record for making someone cum from anal stimulation, forgetting completely about the need for positive encouragement and emotional connection. \ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $L gte $S and $W4Ask is 0>>Not like you could get a clear word out anyway, you choose to remain relatively silent, only letting a couple of moans slip out when the dildo hits you just right.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $L gte $S and $W4Ask is 1>>”Mmm! Mm mmmmmm!” The machine lets out an almost sinister laugh. “Are you asking for me to go faster, whore? I shouldn’t be surprised. Very well, I’ll entertain your request, if only so I get to hear your moans echo in this room.” He delivers on his promise, the two dildos instantly jumping in speed. It doesn’t take long for the machine to get what he asked for either, as the moans involuntarily slide out of your mouth as effortlessly as the lubed up dildo exits and re enters your asshole.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0 and $S gt $L>>The machine’s “encouragement” does little to inspire lust in you, but there's a weird amount of comfort to be found in his words. Regardless of your perception of your life, there’s nothing that can be done about it. There’s far too many people who have power over you that seem content on taking advantage of the fact. Resistance, while futile, might make an oppressor annoyed, at least.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0 and $L gte $S>>The machine continues dutifully fucking you, and with how enjoyable it is, you’d be glad to stay here an extra hour or two. Once you get over how weird of a situation this is, there’s a lot of pleasure to be had in it.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1 and $S gt $L>>The machine continues fucking you as hard and as fast as it implied it would. Even with your experience swallowing cocks, it’s hard to not cough or gag as it tries to meet your esophagus. It’s a similar time on the other side of your body. The dildo pillaging your butt seems like it’s going for a speedrun record for making someone cum from anal stimulation, forgetting completely about the need for positive encouragement and emotional connection.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1 and $L gte $S>>Like you’ve experienced the past week, the machine is a lot more generous with compliments than $Gray2 is, or for that matter, anyone in any position of authority in the entirety of your life. It’s encouraging to be finally recognized as good at something, even if that thing is taking copious amounts of cock on the daily.<</if>> <<if $Pills gt 11>>The fantasy of being a disadvantaged secretary changes with the extra cock. You’re still pleasing your boss with your ass, but he’s now visited by his friend in accounting who stopped by for a dick sucking. The two men discuss sports, future plans, and their annoying wives, only occasionally anything directed towards you. Perhaps they’ll finish inside you, or maybe they’ll want to pull out and douse your voluptuous tits in their seed.\ <<elseif $Pills gt 4>>The fantasy of being a disadvantaged secretary changes with the extra cock. You’re still pleasing your boss with your ass, but he’s now visited by his friend in accounting who stopped by for a dick sucking. The two men discuss sports, future plans, and their annoying wives, only occasionally anything directed towards you. You imagine they’re disappointed about the size of your boobs, which they openly mock. When they both finish, neither of them acknowledge you before going back to work.<</if>> <<if $W4Ask is 1>>The anal pounding goes on for some time, but thanks to your reluctance to moan for the machine to go harder, you screwed yourself out of a potential orgasm. Even if your lust was at maximum and you were dripping precum like piss, this speed couldn’t get an orgasm out of you. It’s simply too slow for you. Eventually, the hour is up, and Miss $Gray comes over to turn the fucking machine off, which you’re thankful for. “It seems like you were having a blast.” She sarcastically teases. No doubt she can see the machine’s readings, and understands how it opted to play with you today. She lets you dress yourself before dismissing you. [[12-3d<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $L gt 7>><<set $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1>>The dual pounding continues for a while, and inevitably, you cum quite quickly. Even if you do manage to resist orgasming for a while, though, it’d happen on its own soon enough. The orgasm was amazing. An anal orgasm alone from someone caged like you could result in moans that shatter glass, and the oral stimulation is just fuel on the fire. It’s the following 45 minutes that is the issue. Your oral stamina seemingly dissolves, making the cock rhythmically entering your mouth much more painful. Meanwhile, the rear dildo takes more effort to penetrate each time, as if the lube was magically disappearing. If you want to avoid this in the future, you need to enjoy the sexual process whether you’re in a refractory period or not. That, or become such a horny mess that you can orgasm several times.\ <<elseif $L gt 3>>Being stuffed like a turkey on Thanksgiving fills you with a brimming confidence that you’ll make it to a certain orgasm. That faith, however, dwindles with every passing minute. You’re shocked to look up at the clock and see it claim that almost the whole hour has passed, but time really does pass when you’re having fun. The last few minutes are an uncomfortable sprint where you attempt to cum, despite the fact you have a rather passive role in the sex occuring. You can’t even move out of the way of the dildos, so what can you realistically do to cum? No answer comes to you.\ <<elseif $L lt 4>>The dual pounding continues, and while it’s not detestable, or even dislikeable, you remain pretty much indifferent. You’re not nearly close enough to the edge to be able to cum, but you’re also grateful for any sexual feeling that you experience that you won’t complain.<</if>> <<if $GrayBestie is 1 and $W4Ask is 0>>”Okay, I think you two sluts have had enough today, though I’m sure you’d disagree were you not so cock drunk.” $Gray2 turns off both the machines, giving you enough time to recover and get dressed. You were so distracted once the machine properly started to notice if $Ash managed to cum herself. Of course, it wouldn’t matter much in the long term. She’s perpetually pissed from $Gray2 ‘s attempted permanent chastisement to care about a simple orgasm which would provide only an hour of relief. Despite your feelings towards her sometimes, you can at least admit she has a lot more willpower than you. There’s been times you’d be willing to cut your ear off in exchange for an orgasm from your teacher.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $W4Ask is 0>>”Okay, I think you two sluts have had enough today, though I’m sure you’d disagree were you not so cock drunk.” Miss $Gray turns off both the machines, giving you enough time to recover and get dressed. You were so distracted once the machine properly started to notice if $Ash managed to cum herself. Of course, it wouldn’t matter much in the long term. She’s perpetually pissed from $Gray2 ‘s attempted permanent chastisement to care about a simple orgasm which would provide only an hour of relief. Despite your feelings towards her sometimes, you can at least admit she has a lot more willpower than you. There’s been times you’d be willing to cut your ear off in exchange for an orgasm from your teacher.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $W4Ask is 2>>”I think you’ve had enough today, slut. Don’t bother protesting, you little cock whore, I have other things to do.” Miss $Gray teases, turning off the machine, letting you recover and get dressed.<</if>> <<if $L gt 9 and $W4Ask is 0>>Your teacher dismisses you, leaving you to go to your next class, hoping the smell of sex and shame radiating off you isn’t noticeable. [[12-3d<-Continue][$L to 2, $S to $S - 3]]\ <<elseif $L gt 4 and $W4Ask is 0>>Your teacher dismisses you, leaving you to go to your next class, hoping the smell of sex and shame radiating off you isn’t noticeable. [[12-3d<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $L lt 5 and $W4Ask is 0>>Your teacher dismisses you, leaving you to go to your next class, hoping the smell of sex and shame radiating off you isn’t noticeable. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S - 1]]<</if>><<if $Home is 3 and $S gt $L>>The machine continues fucking you as hard and as fast as it implied it would. Even with your experience swallowing cocks, it’s hard to not cough or gag as it tries to meet your esophagus. It’s a similar time on the other side of your body. The dildo pillaging your butt seems like it’s going for a speedrun record for making someone cum from anal stimulation, forgetting completely about the need for positive encouragement and emotional connection. \ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $L gte $S and $W4Ask is 0>>Not like you could get a clear word out anyway, you choose to remain relatively silent, only letting a couple of moans slip out when the dildo hits you just right.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $L gte $S and $W4Ask is 1>>”Mmm! Mm mmmmmm!” The machine lets out an almost sinister laugh. “Are you asking for me to go faster, whore? I shouldn’t be surprised. Very well, I’ll entertain your request, if only so I get to hear your moans echo in this room.” He delivers on his promise, the two dildos instantly jumping in speed. It doesn’t take long for the machine to get what he asked for either, as the moans involuntarily slide out of your mouth as effortlessly as the lubed up dildo exits and re enters your asshole.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0 and $S gt $L>>The machine’s “encouragement” does little to inspire lust in you, but there's a weird amount of comfort to be found in his words. Regardless of your perception of your life, there’s nothing that can be done about it. There’s far too many people who have power over you that seem content on taking advantage of the fact. Resistance, while futile, might make an oppressor annoyed, at least.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0 and $L gte $S>>The machine continues dutifully fucking you, and with how enjoyable it is, you’d be glad to stay here an extra hour or two. Once you get over how weird of a situation this is, there’s a lot of pleasure to be had in it.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1 and $S gt $L>>The machine continues fucking you as hard and as fast as it implied it would. Even with your experience swallowing cocks, it’s hard to not cough or gag as it tries to meet your esophagus. It’s a similar time on the other side of your body. The dildo pillaging your butt seems like it’s going for a speedrun record for making someone cum from anal stimulation, forgetting completely about the need for positive encouragement and emotional connection.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1 and $L gte $S>>Like you’ve experienced the past week, the machine is a lot more generous with compliments than $Gray2 is, or for that matter, anyone in any position of authority in the entirety of your life. It’s encouraging to be finally recognized as good at something, even if that thing is taking copious amounts of cock on the daily.<</if>> <<if $Pills gt 11>>The fantasy of being a disadvantaged secretary changes with the extra cock. You’re still pleasing your boss with your ass, but he’s now visited by his friend in accounting who stopped by for a dick sucking. The two men discuss sports, future plans, and their annoying wives, only occasionally anything directed towards you. Perhaps they’ll finish inside you, or maybe they’ll want to pull out and douse your voluptuous tits in their seed.\ <<elseif $Pills gt 4>>The fantasy of being a disadvantaged secretary changes with the extra cock. You’re still pleasing your boss with your ass, but he’s now visited by his friend in accounting who stopped by for a dick sucking. The two men discuss sports, future plans, and their annoying wives, only occasionally anything directed towards you. You imagine they’re disappointed about the size of your boobs, which they openly mock. When they both finish, neither of them acknowledge you before going back to work.<</if>> <<if $W4Ask is 1>>The anal pounding goes on for some time, but thanks to your reluctance to moan for the machine to go harder, you screwed yourself out of a potential orgasm. Even if your lust was at maximum and you were dripping precum like piss, this speed couldn’t get an orgasm out of you. It’s simply too slow for you. Eventually, the hour is up, and Miss $Gray comes over to turn the fucking machine off, which you’re thankful for. “It seems like you were having a blast.” She sarcastically teases. No doubt she can see the machine’s readings, and understands how it opted to play with you today. She lets you dress yourself before dismissing you. [[12-3d<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $L gt 7>><<set $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1>>The dual pounding continues for a while, and inevitably, you cum quite quickly. Even if you do manage to resist orgasming for a while, though, it’d happen on its own soon enough. The orgasm was amazing. An anal orgasm alone from someone caged like you could result in moans that shatter glass, and the oral stimulation is just fuel on the fire. It’s the following 45 minutes that is the issue. Your oral stamina seemingly dissolves, making the cock rhythmically entering your mouth much more painful. Meanwhile, the rear dildo takes more effort to penetrate each time, as if the lube was magically disappearing. If you want to avoid this in the future, you need to enjoy the sexual process whether you’re in a refractory period or not. That, or become such a horny mess that you can orgasm several times.\ <<elseif $L gt 3>>Being stuffed like a turkey on Thanksgiving fills you with a brimming confidence that you’ll make it to a certain orgasm. That faith, however, dwindles with every passing minute. You’re shocked to look up at the clock and see it claim that almost the whole hour has passed, but time really does pass when you’re having fun. The last few minutes are an uncomfortable sprint where you attempt to cum, despite the fact you have a rather passive role in the sex occuring. You can’t even move out of the way of the dildos, so what can you realistically do to cum? No answer comes to you.\ <<elseif $L lt 4>>The dual pounding continues, and while it’s not detestable, or even dislikeable, you remain pretty much indifferent. You’re not nearly close enough to the edge to be able to cum, but you’re also grateful for any sexual feeling that you experience that you won’t complain.<</if>> <<if $GrayBestie is 1 and $W4Ask is 0>>”Okay, I think you two sluts have had enough today, though I’m sure you’d disagree were you not so cock drunk.” $Gray2 turns off both the machines, giving you enough time to recover and get dressed. You were so distracted once the machine properly started to notice if $Ash managed to cum herself. Of course, it wouldn’t matter much in the long term. She’s perpetually pissed from $Gray2 ‘s attempted permanent chastisement to care about a simple orgasm which would provide only an hour of relief. Despite your feelings towards her sometimes, you can at least admit she has a lot more willpower than you. There’s been times you’d be willing to cut your ear off in exchange for an orgasm from your teacher.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $W4Ask is 0>>”Okay, I think you two sluts have had enough today, though I’m sure you’d disagree were you not so cock drunk.” Miss $Gray turns off both the machines, giving you enough time to recover and get dressed. You were so distracted once the machine properly started to notice if $Ash managed to cum herself. Of course, it wouldn’t matter much in the long term. She’s perpetually pissed from $Gray2 ‘s attempted permanent chastisement to care about a simple orgasm which would provide only an hour of relief. Despite your feelings towards her sometimes, you can at least admit she has a lot more willpower than you. There’s been times you’d be willing to cut your ear off in exchange for an orgasm from your teacher.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 and $W4Ask is 2>>”I think you’ve had enough today, slut. Don’t bother protesting, you little cock whore, I have other things to do.” Miss $Gray teases, turning off the machine, letting you recover and get dressed.<</if>> <<if $L gt 9 and $W4Ask is 0>>Your teacher dismisses you, leaving you to go to your next class, hoping the smell of sex and shame radiating off you isn’t noticeable. [[12-3d<-Continue][$L to 2, $S to $S - 3]]\ <<elseif $L gt 4 and $W4Ask is 0>>Your teacher dismisses you, leaving you to go to your next class, hoping the smell of sex and shame radiating off you isn’t noticeable. [[12-3d<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $L lt 5 and $W4Ask is 0>>Your teacher dismisses you, leaving you to go to your next class, hoping the smell of sex and shame radiating off you isn’t noticeable. [[12-3d<-Continue][$S to $S - 1]]<</if>>

“Hey there!” A gorgeous receptionist greets you from behind a fancy marble desk, which has the salon’s name engraved in the stone. “We have lots of services available to offer you, all with our guarantee that you’ll be pleased when you leave. Is there something specific you’re looking for, or do I have to persuade you?” She giggles. <<if $I gte 15>>[[Salon Massage<-Massage][$I to $I - 15]] - 15$\ <<elseif $I lt 15>>Massage - 15$. You don’t have enough money for a massage.<</if>> <<if $I gte 50>>[[Salon Massage HE<-”Happy ending” massage]] - 50$\ <<elseif $I lt 50>>”Happy ending” massage - 50$. You don’t have enough money for that.<</if>> <<if $ShaveLegs lt - 100>>After subjecting your legs to electrolysis, there’s no need to get your legs waxed - ever again.\ <<elseif $I lt 20>>Legs waxing - 20$. You don’t have enough money for that.\ <<elseif $Fem gt 26>>[[Salon Wax<-Legs waxing][$I to $I - 20]] - 20$\ <<elseif $Fem lt 27 and $L gt 8>>[[Salon Wax<-Legs waxing][$I to $I - 20]] - 20$ //So horny…why do I want to get my legs waxed?//\ <<elseif $Fem lt 27 and $L lt 9>>Legs waxing - 20$. You’re not turned on enough nor confident enough to do that.<</if>> <<if $ShaveLegs lt 4>>Your legs are still buttery smooth.\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs lt 8>>Your legs are a little prickly, but still convincingly feminine.\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs lt 50>>Your leg hair has grown back to resemble the lower half of an average man.\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs gte 50>>Your leg hair remains as it has for most of your life: hairy like a forest.<</if>> <<if $ShaveLegs lt -100>>Having already undergone electrolysis, there’s no need to do it again.\ <<elseif $I lt 150>>Legs electrolysis - 150$. You don’t have enough money for that.\ <<elseif $Fem gt 40>>[[Salon Elec<-Legs electrolysis][$I to $I - 150]] - 150$\ <<elseif $Fem gt 33 and $L gt 8>>[[Salon Elec<-Legs electrolysis][$I to $I - 150]] - 150$ //So horny…am I really considering electrolysis?//\ <<elseif $Fem gt 33 and $L lt 9>>Legs Electrolysis - 150$. You’re not turned on enough nor confident enough to do that.<</if>> <<if $ShaveLegs lt 4>>Your legs are still buttery smooth.\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs lt 8>>Your legs are a little prickly, but still convincingly feminine.\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs lt 50>>Your leg hair has grown back to resemble the lower half of an average man.\ <<elseif $ShaveLegs gte 50>>Your leg hair remains as it has for most of your life: hairy like a forest.<</if>> <<if $I lt 20>>Pedicure - 20$. You don’t have enough money for that.\ <<elseif $Fem gt 31>>[[Salon Pedicure<-Pedicure][$I to $I - 20]] - 20$\ <<elseif $Fem lte 31>>You’re not confident enough to do that.<</if>> <<if $LightPinkToes gt 0>>A light shade of pink is decorating your toenails presently.\ <<elseif $DarkPinkToes gt 0>>The dark pink shade coating your toenails presently is a testament to your femininity.\ <<elseif $RedToes gt 0>>A stunning red nail polish ensures that even your feet look slutty.\ <<elseif $PurpleToes gt 0>>A quirky shade of purple coats your toenails.\ <<elseif $LightBlueToes gt 0>>Baby blue nail polish coats your toenails currently.\ <<elseif $DarkBlueToes gt 0>>A boyish shade of girly nail polish currently makes your toenails more intriguing.\ <<elseif $DarkGreenToes gt 0>>A neither cute nor sexy shade of green currently decorates your toenails.\ <<elseif $CyanFingers gt 0>>A cute cyan shade is currently making your feet much cuter\ <<elseif $GrayFingers gt 0>>Though a dull shade, the gray color on your toenails is unmistakable.\ <<elseif $BlackFingers gt 0>>An oily shade of black presently ensures the gothic disposition of your feet.\ <<elseif $NudeFingers gt 0>>Nude nail polish decorates your toenails, not that anyone would notice.\ <<else>>Your toenails are currently unnotable.<</if>> <<if $I lt 20>>Manicure - 20$. You don’t have enough money for that.\ <<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 7>>The acrylics currently adorning your nails make a different manicure impossible.\ <<elseif $Fem gt 36>>[[Salon Manicure<-Manicure][$I to $I - 20]] - 20$\ <<elseif $Fem gt 33 and $L gt 8>>[[Salon Manicure<-Manicure][$I to $I - 20]] - 20$ //So horny…painted nails are so pretty//\ <<elseif $Fem gt 33 and $L lt 9>>Manicure - 20$. You’re not turned on enough nor confident enough to do that.<</if>> <<if $LightPinkFingers gt 0>>Your nails are currently painted a certifiable kawaii light pink.\ <<elseif $DarkPinkFingers gt 0>>Your nails are currently sporting a blatantly girly shade of dark pink.\ <<elseif $RedFingers gt 0>>Your nails are currently painted a stunning shade of scarlet.\ <<elseif $PurpleFingers gt 0>>Your nails are currently boasting a cool, if unique, purple color.\ <<elseif $LightBlueFingers gt 0>>Your nails are currently showing off a adorable shade of baby blue.\ <<elseif $DarkBlueFingers gt 0>>Your nails are currently sporting a mature shade of navy blue.\ <<elseif $DarkGreenFingers gt 0>>Your nails are currently demonstrating that even an “ugly” color like green can still be cute.\ <<elseif $CyanFingers gt 0>>Your nails are currently shiny thanks to the cute greeny-blue shade coating them.\ <<elseif $GrayFingers gt 0>>Your nails are currently reflecting a shade of metallic gray.\ <<elseif $BlackFingers gt 0>>Your nails are currently showing off a emo-approved shade of black.\ <<elseif $NudeFingers gt 0>>Your nails are (barely) currently coated in a skin matching shade of nail polish that’s sure to be unnoticed by all but the most prudent of observers.\ <<else>>Your fingernails are currently plainly natural.<</if>> <<if $I lt 30>>Acrylic manicure - 30$. You don’t have enough money for that.\ <<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 7>>The acrylics currently adorning your nails make a different manicure impossible.\ <<elseif $Fem gt 36>>[[Salon A manicure<-Acrylic manicure][$I to $I - 30]] - 30$\ <<elseif $Fem gt 33 and $L gt 8>>[[Salon A manicure<-Acrylic manicure][$I to $I - 30]] - 30$ //So horny…long nails would look so nice.//\ <<elseif $Fem gt 33 and $L lt 9>>Acrylic manicure - 30$. You’re not turned on enough nor confident enough to do that.<</if>> <<if $LightPinkFingers gt 0>>Your nails are currently painted a certifiable kawaii light pink.\ <<elseif $DarkPinkFingers gt 0>>Your nails are currently sporting a blatantly girly shade of dark pink.\ <<elseif $RedFingers gt 0>>Your nails are currently painted a stunning shade of scarlet.\ <<elseif $PurpleFingers gt 0>>Your nails are currently boasting a cool, if unique, purple color.\ <<elseif $LightBlueFingers gt 0>>Your nails are currently showing off a adorable shade of baby blue.\ <<elseif $DarkBlueFingers gt 0>>Your nails are currently sporting a mature shade of navy blue.\ <<elseif $DarkGreenFingers gt 0>>Your nails are currently demonstrating that even an “ugly” color like green can still be cute.\ <<elseif $CyanFingers gt 0>>Your nails are currently shiny thanks to the cute greeny-blue shade coating them.\ <<elseif $GrayFingers gt 0>>Your nails are currently reflecting a shade of metallic gray.\ <<elseif $BlackFingers gt 0>>Your nails are currently showing off a emo-approved shade of black.\ <<elseif $NudeFingers gt 0>>Your nails are (barely) currently coated in a skin matching shade of nail polish that’s sure to be unnoticed by all but the most prudent of observers.\ <<else>>Your fingernails are currently plainly natural.<</if>> <<if $I lt 30>>Manicure/pedicure - 30$. You don’t have enough money for that.\ <<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 7>>The acrylics currently adorning your nails make a different manicure impossible.\ <<elseif $Fem gt 36>>[[Salon MP<-Manicure/pedicure][$I to $I - 30]] - 30$\ <<elseif $Fem gt 33 and $L gt 8>>[[Salon MP<-Manicure/pedicure][$I to $I - 30]] - 30$ //So horny…matching feet and hands would look so sexy.//\ <<elseif $Fem gt 33 and $L lt 9>>Manicure/pedicure - 30$. You’re not turned on enough nor confident enough to do that.<</if>> <<if $PaintedFingers gt 7 and $PaintedToes is 0>>While you fingernails are unforgettably decked out with fake nails, your toenails are dull by comparison.\ <<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 0 and $PaintedToes is 0>>While your fingernails are gorgeously painted, your feet and comparatively blank.\ <<elseif $PaintedFingers is 0 and $PaintedToes gt 0>>While your toenails are presently coated in applied varnish, your much more visible fingernails are barren of any color.\ <<elseif $PaintedFingers is 0 and $PaintedToes is 0>>Your hands and feet both wear a beautiful shade of nail polish.<</if>> <<if $I lt 35>>Acrylic manicure/pedicure - 35$. You don’t have enough money for that.\ <<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 7>>The acrylics currently adorning your nails make a different manicure impossible.\ <<elseif $Fem gt 36>>[[Salon A MP<-Acrylic manicure/pedicure][$I to $I - 35]] - 35$\ <<elseif $Fem gt 33 and $L gt 8>>[[Salon A MP<-Acrylic manicure/pedicure][$I to $I - 35]] - 35$ //So horny…matching feet and acrylic hands would look so sexy.//\ <<elseif $Fem gt 33 and $L lt 9>>Acrylic manicure/pedicure - 35$. You’re not turned on enough nor confident enough to do that.<</if>> <<if $PaintedFingers gt 7 and $PaintedToes is 0>>While you fingernails are unforgettably decked out with fake nails, your toenails are dull by comparison.\ <<elseif $PaintedFingers gt 0 and $PaintedToes is 0>>While your fingernails are gorgeously painted, your feet and comparatively blank.\ <<elseif $PaintedFingers is 0 and $PaintedToes gt 0>>While your toenails are presently coated in applied varnish, your much more visible fingernails are barren of any color.\ <<elseif $PaintedFingers is 0 and $PaintedToes is 0>>Your hands and feet both wear a beautiful shade of nail polish.<</if>>

<<if $BagDay1 is 1>><<set $StoleLipstick to 1, $Lipstick3 to 1, $S to $S + 2>>[img[Images/Lipstick tube.png]] Holding up the opulent tube of lipstick, which looks like it could be some ornate decoration from a pharaoh's sarcophagus, you’re amazed at the weight of the thing. //Surely the waxy inside can’t be that heavy - why would they make the canister out of such burdensome materials?// You think to yourself. //Maybe it makes it easier to apply if it has more weight to it.// You shrug your shoulders. Those thoughts are snuffed out by the beauty of the striking red color found when the lid is popped off. You’re bizarrely intrigued by it. Is it because of the implied femininity of the thing, the inspiringly bright color, or the fact that this item was so close to Miss $Gray ‘s lips? In reality, it’s probably a mix of the three. You deduce that it’s the color painting your teacher’s lips right now, which only adds to your curiosity. For some inexplicable reason, you slide the lipstick into your pocket. //She won't notice, right? Girls have tons of these things//\ \ \ <<elseif $BagDay1 is 2>>Pressing the power button on the phone’s side, you’re met with a surprising image. Miss $Gray , for the strict, disciplinarian image she’s so effortlessly cultivated of herself within just an hour, has an adorable picture of a cat as her background. It’s a stark contrast that might make you laugh, were it not for the fact she might overhear you. Considering you expect most adults to have a phone wallpaper of their partner, you infer that Miss $Gray must be single, which is a surprise given her sexy face, sexy (if terrifying) voice, sexy attire, se…//where was I going with this?// She uses a pin, and none of the obvious answers prove fruitful.\ \ \ <<elseif $BagDay1 is 3>>[img[Images/Gray Box.jpg]] The cardboard box is no bigger than 20 centimeters on each side, yet it has surprising weight to it. The exterior is completely barren of any details, bar the initials, or initialism, “SD”, whatever that means. Sadly, the flaps of the box are held together by a seal, and figuring Miss $Gray wouldn’t appreciate you rifling through her belongings, opt not to open it. As you put it back in her bag, you note the almost inaudible rattling sound. Deliberately shaking it, the noise is much clearer. Whatever is inside is either broken, or in multiple parts.\ \ \ <<elseif $BagDay1 is 4>><<set $StoleMoney to 1, $I to $I + 25, $S to $S + 2>>The purse is one of those feminine colors that is both bright and yet dull. You’re confident it would fall under some shade of pink, though purple would come in at a close second. Certainly you’d never see a wallet made of the same color. Inside, there are multiple bank cards for separate companies, which strikes you as bizarre. There are also enough store membership cards that several slots of the purse house multiple. Flicking through them, half the brand names you don’t recognize, but the ones you do give you a better estimate of just how much money Miss $Gray must spend on shoes, accessories, clothes and jewelry. Your guess for the price of the handbag is more than tripled. She has an ID card in the purse, and you’re quickly amazed at the picture. Everyone you’ve ever talked to seems to have an embarrassing shot of themselves on their driving license, passport, or similar documents. Miss $Gray ‘s beauty is barely contained by the tiny 3 by 3 centimeter image. There aren't any photos or similar sentimental items, and there’s several hundred in notes. With your current lack of money, you decide to take 25$, hoping your teacher won't notice. And if she does, it’ll be in a week, when you’re long gone from this place.\ <<elseif $BagDay1 is 5>><<set $L to $L + 1>>Taking out the box of hosiery to hold it up in the light, you’re partly intimidated by how intimate of a thing you’ve found in Miss $Gray ‘s bag. The hairbrush, phone, purse…they were all expected. But this is one step away from discovering a pair of panties. The package is black and sleek, just like the hosiery that’s encased by the thin, plastic curtain teasing you with what’s inside. “Sheer Siren”, the brand is called, and you also identify the nylons as being stockings, not pantyhose. They’re 15 denier, meaning they’d look just like the hosiery Miss $Gray has on right now. Admittedly, you’re still baffled at why a woman might carry around a spare pair of stockings like this. //Would she change them in the middle of the day for fun?// //Are they for a friend?// //Are they in case she gets cold?// The answer to such feminine questions elude you. Sadly, the item seems too important to take, no matter how much the lustful part of your mind screams about how nice the gossamer material will feel. At the very least, you’ve learned a little more about what kind of hosiery Miss $Gray wears, and that should help fuel some of your fantasies.<</if>> [[1-1 Bag<-Return]]

<<set $H to 9>>\ <<set $House to 6>>\ <<if $ChoresPunish is 0>>Your strange life has now evolved to the point where you’re thankful you’re not woken up by a domineering woman and her wild and feminizing ideas. In fact, Miss $Gray and $Hannah both seem to have an affinity for laying in on weekends, so you have a rare moment of peace to make breakfast and prepare for the day. Rather than stress yourself out making something complex, you settle for something so simple that a monkey could do it. [img[Images/Toast.jpg]] Even if it isn’t particularly early, being awake before Miss $Gray and $Hannah makes you feel like you’re finally a step ahead of the rest of the world. And since feelings like these are few and far between, you cherish them.\ <<elseif $ChoresPunish gt 0>>The only time you could possibly think of being in a dog kennel as not exceptional is when you’ve just woken up, and everything in life seems peachy. For a solid 60 seconds, you have no worries or concerns - not even about whatever insane trip/adventure/life altering decision Miss $Gray and $Hannah will force on you next. After exiting your sissy cave, you spend a few necessary minutes stretching, before heading inside. Thankfully, neither of those women are up yet, so you spend a while eating a simple meal and enjoying the peace of an early weekend morning. [img[Images/Toast.jpg]]<</if>> [[Room 1/2<-Go to your room]]

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<<set $I to $I - 20>>\ “A massage? That’s no problem at all; our masseuses are very well trained. I’m sure you’ll be a completely different person when I see you in an hour!” The receptionist takes you to the much more private section of the salon, where there’s several identical doors that are all closed. You can hear faint tranquil music originating from all the rooms. “I believe our newest masseuse has just finished with a client. She can help make your body relax.” <<if $MetClair is 0>><<set $MetClair to 1>>The receptionist introduces you to the woman who walks out of a room to greet you. “Hi, I’m Clair. It’s lovely to meet you.” She holds her hand out for you to shake. She’s a stunning woman, with beauty that rivals anyone that you’ve met ever since moving to this city, which you’re sure should make this massage significantly more enjoyable. You shake her hand, which is pleasantly gentle: another great sign. The receptionist dismisses herself back to her post while you and Clair get settled in the massaging room.<<else>>The receptionist takes you to the familiar backrooms, where Clair smiles at seeing a returning face. Her beauty is just as easy to see as it was before, and you’re amazed at how she seems enthusiastic for the task ahead despite it being an hourly task for her. She takes you into her massage room.<</if>> The room itself is incredibly calm, yet prodigiously uncharacteristic. The walls are white like a padded cell, and the main color comes from the beige wood hosting the oils and towels to help make the experience more enjoyable. “I’ll give you a minute to get undressed. There’s a towel on the table to wrap yourself in.” She takes off for a moment to give you the promised privacy. After removing your outer garments, you start on your underwear. <<if $CL[2] is 101>>Your socks come off effortlessly after two tugs.<<else>>Your hosiery requires a delicate touch, but you fold them onto the pile of clothes once your legs are no longer covered by them.<</if>> <<if $CL[1] is 101>>Your boxers are carelessly tossed onto the growing pile.<<else>>Your panties slide off easily thanks to the small amount of fabric, and they’re placed onto the pile, though rearranged slightly to hide them.<</if>> <<if $SportsBra is 1>>Reaching overhead, you remove your sports bra, an act that comes with a great sigh of pleasure.<<elseif $Bra is 1>>Reaching behind your back, you unclasp your bra, which results in an intrinsic moan of pleasure and relief.<</if>> After that, you adorn yourself in the white towel. <<if $CC1 gt 1 or $CC2 gt 1 or $CC3 gt 1>>Your chastity cage gives a pronounced bump in the fabric, one which commands much more attention than a naked penis would. Hopefully Clair isn’t a degenerate or a domme, and she won’t bat an eyelash. But if she can identify it, you cross your fingers that she won’t bring it up. <</if>> Clair returns shortly after, where she beckons you to get onto the table, facing upwards. <<if $CC1 gt 1 or $CC2 gt 1 or $CC3 gt 1>> //If she didn’t notice before, she definitely will now//<</if>> “Most people like to close their eyes now.” She encourages. Her magic hands work on your head and neck at first, proving her skill instantly. It feels almost as though she’s trying to snap your neck, but she stops just short, allowing you to relish a new sensation of muscle calmness you’ve not felt since your time in a womb. “I’m sure being a student will be much easier now. The damage done sat at a desk, forced to look down at paper all day, does so much harm.”<<if $Day gt 4>> //If only I could pay someone 20$ to not have to worry about Miss $Gray again//<</if>> After that, Clair asks you to roll over to work on your back, which she does masterfully. Beginning at your trapezius, she exorcizes all the present demons away through a mixture kneading your skin like pizza dough and through gently battering your muscles with her arms. The process thankfully repeats itself down to your lower back, and after an amount of time that’s impossible to measure owing to your lack of thoughts in the midst of this heavenly activity, you’re left feeling like a new person when Clair completes her assignment. Clair thanks you for coming before excusing herself so that you may get dressed. After that, you pay the grateful receptionist. <<if $S gt 4>>[[Salon<-Continue][$S to 2]]\ <<elseif $S gt 2>>[[Salon<-Continue][$S to 1]]\ <<else>>[[Salon<-Continue][$S to 0]]<</if>>

You stand still as a rock, jaw agape at the news. Having Miss $Gray as your teacher was horrendous, while having her as a housemate is something you were certain would lead to you being admitted to an insane asylum. But being related to her? No, this can’t be happening. With your forefinger and thumb you pinch your arm, but the pain doesn’t result in you waking up to realize this was all a horrible nightmare. “Look, $Hannah , our maid seems even more pleased than you are!” “She does, doesn’t she? I suppose it’s thanks to her that we met, so we owe her for our happiness!” “That’s one way to look at it.” Miss $Gray cackles slightly. “But let’s make sure our maid extends her usefulness even further in the next few weeks, what do you say?” “What are you thinking of, honey?” “Well, we can handle the really hard things, like the guests that will come, and what cards we send to invite them with. Meanwhile, the menial things, like booking a limo, finding some appropriate music, the beautiful flowers we’ll carry and finding a photographer. That’s not a lot of work to do in 4 weeks, is it?” “4 WEEKS?!” “When your teacher wants something, she really wants it, doesn’t she, $name ?” $Hannah ‘s lips lock with her fiance’s once more. “Have you got all that, sissy? This is the most important day of our life. It needs to be perfect, do I make myself clear?” You absentmindedly reply, still questioning your consciousness. “Good, now make yourself busy. Me and my bride-to-be want to celebrate.” Their giddy energy excuses itself elsewhere. You look off into the distance, certain there’s hidden cameras somewhere. //What sort of Truman Show am I a part of?// [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $House to 8>>\ <<if $ChoresPunish gt 0>>You make your nightly trip to your safe haven that some may call a dog kennel, laying down on the hard floor and wrapped in blankets. It’s going to be near impossible to get to sleep, though. After this morning’s news, how could you possibly get to a state of calmness necessary to reach sweet slumber? It’s as if you're contemplating the reasons for that impossibility when there’s a light knocking on your tiny house. Peeking your head out the little door, you see it’s Miss $Gray . “Hello, $name .” She kneels down on the grass so that you can see each other better, which is entirely uncharacteristic for her. You could have sworn the only reason she elects to wear the highest of heels daily is to make you feel diminutive, and now she’s choosing to be on just about the same level as you.\ <<else>>Your body is in bed, but your mind is elsewhere, contemplating just what went wrong in your life to cause your teacher and step sister to be in love. Without a doubt, you believe that the universe would collapse if this weren’t the case, so a time traveler made sure that the two got together. Maybe that time traveler is looking at you now from a distant galaxy, feeling terrible about his choices, but understanding the necessity of his actions. It’s as you're pre-dreaming like this when there’s a light knock at your door. Miss $Gray enters. She approaches and sits on the side of your bed.<</if>> “I’m sure you have a lot of questions.” //You refuse to answer any of them// “$name …I understand the past few months, ever since you started at Farrix, have been hard on you. And I know you think it’s unfair, everything that’s happened to you. But I’m being entirely sincere with you right now, and I want you to know this. This wedding is meaningless to me. I don’t care about the dresses, or the cake, or any of the other arbitrary proceedings. What matters to me is your step sister, and making sure that the day goes off perfectly for her. Whether you believe me or not, I do love her, and it’s important to me that she has her day. Can you promise that you’ll do everything to ensure the day is amazing. If not for me, then for your step sister?” You’re quiet for an awful long time. It’s clear by her tone, her unraised voice, her lack of threats - she is being honest with you. [[House 5 Night Agree<-”Sure…”]] <<if $WeddingBlackmail is 1>>[[House 5 Night BM<-Bring up her emails]]<<else>>You can’t do that.<</if>>

<<set $BlackmailWedding to 2>>\ You lower your voice to a whisper beneath Miss $Gray ‘s . “Before, when you and $Hannah had an argument, after you made up and went out for the night, I was left all alone. I went into your room, and you’d left your computer unlocked. I went through everything I possibly could, and that’s when I found this.” Loading up the captured evidence on your phone, you show Miss $Gray what you have on her: an email chain, describing $Hannah as malleable, and painting their love to be little more than a transaction. Your teacher is stoically calm, externally at least. She’s always worn her emotions close to her chest, but this time, if it ever were possible, you’re certain that she’s lost her confidence. What you have on her is damning, and even a snippet of it would likely suggest to $Hannah that this relationship is a sham perpetrated by her fiance. “You broke into my computer?” She begins to raise her voice, but then she seems to realize that this isn’t a problem that will go away with decibels. “You…found my emails. $name …you can’t tell $Hannah !” “Why shouldn’t I?” “In case you forgot, I have your clitty trapped in a cage, $name .” “Which you’re never going to let me out of anyway. <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash is more likely to let me out than you are.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Besides, Mistress $Ash gives me the opportunity to orgasm regularly.<</if>>” “I can make life so much worse for you, $name . Do you forget how much power I have? I’m your teacher, and your step sister loves me. She’d do anything for me.” “Not if I showed her this.” “You have more to lose than me.” “If you’re being honest, then why don’t you tell me what those emails were about? Who’s Mr X? What were you talking about? Do you even love $Hannah ? Or do you lie to her like you’ve never once been honest with me?” “Of course I love her, how dare you suggest I don’t?! But, maybe I did have ulterior motives when we first met. After your first week at Farrix, I called her to make the situation clear - that you’d be a full time student. She didn’t understand, but it gave me an idea. Then, a few days later, she was the one who called me. She was so concerned about you stealing her panties that she rang your teacher. Despite her anger, it was clear she cared for you. That was when I knew what I had to do. I could use the power she has over for you to better make you the sissy I need you to be.” “But why?” “Mr X. I couldn’t tell you his actual name, I don’t even know it. I’m indebted to him. I’ve done jobs for him for years. My current one? Making a sissy out of you.” “But why?” “I don’t know. I told him I was going to court your step sister, and he was ecstatic, and pushed me to propose. I know you won’t believe me, and I didn’t at first, but now I really do care for $Hannah . I love her, and she loves me, even though I can’t tell her about my true job, and even though part of her hates what I’ve done to you.” She silently looks you in the eye. “You can’t tell her any of this, $name . It’ll break her heart.” You’re flabbergasted at the night’s revelations. Nevermind just $Hannah , what you’ve heard could probably get her arrested, and now she wants you to do her a favor? “There’s one more thing.” She stands, pulls up her dress and then drops her panties. The sight is something you could have never predicted. Miss $Gray is wearing…a chastity belt? [img[Images/P - Ash chastity.jpg]] “After our argument, we went on that date. We both got a little tipsy, but I could tell she was still annoyed at me. When we got home, she suggested I try on a chastity belt I had, just for a laugh. It was supposed to make her feel better, and it did, but then she refused to let me out, even now. Part of me must have rubbed off on her. I’m sure she’ll drop this eventually, but if you tell her all this then…I’m sure you understand why you can’t.” “Because she won’t let you out.” She nods. You’re still incredibly confused, but now a growing part of you wants to burst out laughing. Miss $Gray : vicious teacher, cruel dominatrix, and sociopath extraordinaire, has found herself locked in chastity. The irony is almost too much to handle. “$name , I don’t blame you for hating me, but please, let your love for your sister overpower that hatred. You’d ruin two lives if you told her.” <<if $WeekChores gt 0>>Though you wouldn’t be surprised if she got down on her knees and begged, she insteads decides to head back inside.<<else>>Though you wouldn’t be surprised if she got down on her knees and begged, she insteads decides to exit.<</if>> Presumably, she thinks you’ve already made your mind up, but what a decision it is to make. Miss $Gray has made your life hell ever since moving here. Nothing has compared to this opportunity if you want revenge. And to your teacher’s point, it will also destroy $Hannah , but after how willingly she’s been a teacher’s pet, encouraging Miss $Gray and teasing you, maybe she deserves that. <<if $Home is 1>>//Though perhaps that’s only because $Ash told her I was a sissy. She was never the same after that//<<elseif $Home is 2>>//Though perhaps that’s only because Mistress $Ash told her I was a sissy. $Hannah just couldn’t handle the truth//<</if>> If you do decide to ruin Miss $Gray ‘s life, though, then there’s a golden opportunity to do it, and she’ll be wearing a white dress. <<if $WeekChores gt 0>>[[Sleep Kennel<-Continue]]<<else>>[[Sleep Home 1/2<-Continue]]<</if>>

“Sure.” “Thank you $name . It means a lot.” She leaves after expressing her appreciation. Of course, just because you said it, doesn’t mean you have to live by it. $Hannah has been more than active in making life miserable for you as of late; sabotaging her big day would be as easy as doing nothing. And with some of their requests, you’re sure you can come up with some things which are worse than nothing. Alternatively, you could be the obedient maid they expect you to be. Being the catalyst of the best day in $Hannah ‘s life is something she should appreciate forever, even if Miss $Gray hijacking the credit for it is more than likely. <<if $WeekChores gt 0>>[[Sleep Kennel<-Continue]]<<else>>[[Sleep Home 1/2<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $Day to $Day + 1, $Day3 to $Day3 + 1>>\ <<if $Day3 is 8>><<set $Day3 to 1>><</if>>\ <<set $SleepProcess to 1>>\ <<if $W18A2 is 1>><<set $W18A2 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 gt 5>><<set $Weekend to 1, $Weekday to 0>><<else>><<set $Weekend to 0, $Weekday to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 lt 6>><<set $Weekend to 0, $Weekday to 1>><<else>><<set $Weekend to 1, $Weekday to 0>><</if>>\ \ \ \ <<if $Home is 2>>[img[Images/SpiralG.gif]]<</if>> \ <<if $Fem lt 50 and $Home is 1>>[img[Images/R - Moon 3.jpg]]\ <<elseif $Fem lt 100 and $Home is 1>>[img[Images/R - Moon 4.jpg]]<</if>> \ <<if $Home is 1 and $House lt 7>>//I wonder what crazy thing $Ash will think of next. It's a shame her imagination seems dedicated to make me as feminine as possible//\ <<elseif $Home is 2 and $House lt 7>>//Mistress $Ash would be so proud of me right now// //I wonder what she’s doing right now…// //Maybe she’s thinking of me// //Stop being so selfish, sissy!//\ <<elseif $Home is 1>>//I'm terrified to think of whatever $Ash will think of next to train me.\ <<elseif $Home is 2 and $AshMistress is 1>>//I wonder if Mistress $Ash will be invited to the wedding. Surely she could be my plus one. She'd look so beautiful in a wedding dress...//\ <<elseif $Home is 2 and $JenMistress is 1>>//I'm so lucky to have someone caring like $Jen as a mistress. She's the best.//<</if>> <<if $House gt 6 and $WeddingBlackmail is 1>>//What is Miss $Gray up to? And why does she care so much about me being a maid for her and $Hannah ?//\ <<elseif $House gt 6 and $WeddingBlackmail is 2>>//I can't believe Miss $Gray is locked in chastity. I could never have thought that was something we would have in common//\ <<elseif $House gt 6 and $WeddingBlackmail is 0>>//My teacher is going to be my sister in law - what horrible thing did I do in a past life to deserve this?//\ <<elseif $House lt 7>>//Miss $Gray is delusional, and now she’s dragging my step sister back into the hole she spawned from. I wouldn’t mind so much, were they not taking me with them…//<</if>><<if $WeddingBlackmail is 1 and $House lt 8>>\ \ //But what on earth is this proposal Miss $Gray is talking about in her emails? And how do I fit into it?//<</if>> <<if $Day3 is 6 and $House is 2>>[[House 2a<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 6 and $House is 3>>[[House 3a<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 6 and $House is 4>>[[House 4a<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 6 and $House is 5>>[[House 5 place<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 6 and $House is 6>>[[House 5a<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 6 and $House is 11>>[[Wedding<-Continue to the morning]]\ \ <<elseif $Weekday is 1 and $Home is 1 and $Day3 is 1 or $Weekday is 1 and $Home is 2 and $Day3 is 1>>[[Morning School Gray M<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Weekday is 1 and $Home is 1 or $Weekday is 1 and $Home is 2>>[[Morning School Gray<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Weekend is 1 and $Home is 1 or $Weekend is 1 and $Home is 2>>[[Morning Weekend Gray<-Continue to the morning]]<</if>> <<set $H to 2>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<if $C5 lte 0>><<set $S to $S + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Bed2 is 1>><<set $S to $S - 1>><</if>>\ <<if $House is 1 and $Day3 is 6>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $House is 8 and $Day3 is 6>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $House is 9 and $Day3 is 6>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $House is 10 and $Day3 is 6>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\

[[Computer<-Return]] __To do list__ <<if $Day is 8>>\ \ *$Ash wants me to wear her panties to her house tomorrow.<</if>>\ <<if $Day is 9>>\ \ *$Ash wants me to get some panties and wear them to her house tomorrow.<</if>>\ <<if $Day is 15>>\ \ *Miss $Gray wants me to get my own panties by tomorrow.<</if>>\ <<if $Blackmail is 1>>\ \ *$Jen is planning something this weekend.<</if>>\ <<if $OrderToShave is 1>>\ \ *Miss $Gray wants me to shave my legs by Monday.<</if>> <<if $Fem gt 12 and $Fem lt 20>>\ \ *$Ash invited me to go to her house on Sunday.<</if>>\ <<if $HomeworkHelp1 is 1>>\ \ *A girl from my science class asked me to complete her homework.<</if>>\ <<if $MallSaturday is 1>>\ \ *$Jen invited me to go to the mall with her on Saturday.<</if>>\ <<if $MallSaturday is 2>>\ \ *$Ash invited me to go to the mall with her on Saturday. I get the impression she would be really upset if I didn't go with her.<</if>>\ <<if $MallSaturday is 3>>\ \ *Both $Jen and $Ash have invited me to go to the mall with them on Saturday.<</if>>\ <<if $MallSaturday gt 4 and $MallSaturday lt 8 and $Day3 is 6>>\ \ *$Ash wants me to go to her house on Sunday. I get the impression she would be really upset if I didn't.<</if>>\ <<if $MallSaturday gt 4 and $MallSaturday lt 8 and $Day3 is 7 and visited("Ash W2a") is 0>>\ \ *$Ash wants me to go to her house today. I get the impression she would be really upset if I didn't.<</if>>\ <<if $PantyhoseTask gt 0 and $PantyhoseTask lt 3 and $AshMad is 0 and $Day3 isnot 7>>\ \ *$Ash wants me to buy some pantyhose and wear them to her house on Sunday. I get the impression she would be really upset if I didn't.<</if>>\ <<if $PantyhoseTask gt 0 and $PantyhoseTask lt 3 and $AshMad is 0 and $Day3 is 7 and visited("6-1a") and visited("7-1a") is 0>>\ \ *$Ash wants me to buy some pantyhose and wear them to her house today. I get the impression she would be really upset if I didn't.<</if>>\ <<if $Fem is 26 and visited("6-1a")>>\ \ *Miss $Gray asked me to take a picture wearing a skirt, and then leave that picture in a public place, all by Friday.<</if>>\ <<if $PJTask gt 0 and $PJTask lt 4>>\ \ *Miss $Gray wants me to take a picture wearing some feminine nightwear by Thursday.<</if>>\ <<if $AshSex is 3 and $Day3 isnot 6>>\ \ *$Jen might have a solution to help me escape chastity. I should visit her on Saturday.<</if>>\ <<if $AshSex is 3 and $Day3 is 6>>\ \ *$Jen might have a solution to help me escape chastity. I should visit her today.<</if>>\ <<if $AshSex gt 1 and $AshSex lt 5 and $Day3 isnot 7 and $Fem gt 32>>\ \ *$Ash has invited me to her house on Sunday…to have sex! She warned me not to wear a chastity cage.<</if>>\ <<if $AshSex gt 1 and $AshSex lt 5 and $Day3 is 7 and $Fem gt 32>>\ \ *$Ash has invited me to her house today…to have sex! She warned me not to wear a chastity cage.<</if>>\ <<if $A is 2>>\ \ *$Alex has invited me on a date. She’ll let me know when she’s going to pick me up.<</if>>\ <<if $A is 3>>\ \ *$Alex has invited me on another date. She’ll let me know when she’s going to pick me up.<</if>>\ <<if $Fem is 32 and $AshMad is 0>>\ \ *$Ash has told me to meet her at the mall on Saturday. She also told me to bring 50$.<</if>>\ <<if $Fem is 32 and $AshMad is 1>>\ \ *$Ash has told me to meet her at the mall on Saturday. She also told me to bring 100$.<</if>>\ <<if $Fem gt 31 and $Fem lt 39>>\ \ *Miss $Gray instructed me to practice on producing a feminine voice, but she didn’t mention when she’ll test me.<</if>>\ <<if $Fem gt 38 and $Fem lt 52>>\ \ *Miss $Gray instructed me to train to wear heels, but she didn’t mention when she’ll test me.<</if>>\ <<if $EscapeChastity is 2>>\ \ *I might be able to find a way to make a copy of my chastity key if I look online.<</if>>\ <<if $EscapeChastity is 3>>\ \ *To get a copy of my chastity key, I'll need to scan it in one of the labs at Farrix.<</if>>\ <<if $EscapeChastity is 4>>\ \ *I have the dimensions of my chastity key. Now, I just need to use my computer to order a copy.<</if>> <<if $EscapeChastity is 5>>\ \ *I've ordered the copy of my chastity key. Now, I just need to wait for it to arrive.<</if>>\ <<if $EscapeChastity is 6>>\ \ *The copy of my key has arrived at the post office, I just need to collect it.<</if>>\ <<if $EscapeChastity is 7>>\ \ *Appearantly my key wasn't at the post office. I should check that online.<</if>>\ <<if $EscapeChastity is 8>>\ \ *I need to get that key, but I'm going to have to plan this out carefully.<</if>>\ <<if $EscapeChastity is 9>>\ \ *I need to investigate the post office more. *I need to go to library to see what else I can find out. *I should make sure to have some gloves. *I should make sure to have a mask of some sort.<</if>>\ <<if $House gt 6>>\ \ *Miss $Gray and $Hannah want me to organize transportation, music, a photographer, and flowers for their wedding.<</if>>\ <hr> <<if $Day gt 10>>\ \ *Miss $Gray wants me to wear panties to school.<</if>>\ <<if $Day gt 22>>\ \ *and hosiery.<</if>>\ <<if $FlatsOrder is 1 and $Fem lt 52>>\ \ *and flats.<</if>>\ <<if $FlatsOrder is 1 and $Fem gt 51>>\ \ *and ==flats== heels.<</if>>\ <<if $ButtPlugOrder is 1>>\ \ *and a butt plug.<</if>>\ <<if $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $Pills lt 13>>\ \ *and a sports bra.<</if>>\ <<if $SportsBraOrder is 1 and $Pills gt 12>>\ \ *and a ==sports bra== bra.<</if>>\ <<if $Fem gt 44>>\ \ *and matching underwear.<</if>>\ <<if $Fem gt 44>>\ \ *and different lingerie daily.<</if>>\ <<if $FlatsOrder is 0 and $Fem gt 51>>\ \ *and heels.<</if>>\

<<return>> <<if $A gt 0>>I can't believe who I ran into today. Her name's $Alex , and she’s in the same position as me! I’m a guy who’s forced to go to Farrix, but she’s a boy who’s forced to go to Morton! I can’t believe this. It can’t be a coincidence, can it? I hope I get to see her again. She seemed nice anyway, but she mentioned she’d bring this up to her mom who has some power over the schools. If there is more to this than a simple mixup, then I have to know.<</if>> <<if $A gt 1>>--------------------------------------------------------- I ran into that girl again today, $Alex . She asked her mom about what’s going on, but she didn’t say anything. Damnit! But something better happened anyway. I have a date! She asked me to hang out next week! She might have found out more by then, but at the very least it’ll be a chance for me to hang out with someone cool. $Hannah , $Ash , they don’t understand this situation I’m in, but $Alex does, just as much as me. I can’t wait!<</if>> <<if $A3 gt 2 and $AE3 is 0>>--------------------------------------------------------- Me and $Alex went on our date today. It was so romantic! Well, the movie could have been better, but afterwards we went for ice cream, and then we ended up kissing. $Ash ‘s affection always had an ulterior motive, but today gave me butterflies in my stomach. We’ll be seeing each other again in a couple of weeks.<<elseif $AE3 is 1>>Me and $Alex went on our date today. It was romantic, up until hundreds of ducks tried to kill us. I suppose it’s my fault, but how was I supposed to know? We ended up soaked in the lake, but at least we kissed! She wants to see me again, I definitely want to see her too. She’s special.<</if>> <<if $A4 is 1>>--------------------------------------------------------- I went on another date with $Alex today. I know I should be embarrassed, but strangely I’m not. She saw me stripped down, chastity cage included, and she was incredibly accepting. I wish more people were like her. We decided to go for dinner afterwards, and we had a great time. She’s really nice.\ <<elseif $A4 is 2>>--------------------------------------------------------- $Alex and I went on another date today. It was pretty unnotable, though. I didn’t understand much of the baseball words she was throwing around, and it ended up being pretty short. Still, it was fun. I’d be nice to see her again.\ <<elseif $A4 is 3>>--------------------------------------------------------- My date with $Alex today was really awkward. We were going to see a baseball game, but my damn chastity cage triggered the metal detectors. I should have seen this coming. I guess I shouldn’t plan to go on any plans any time soon either. Anyway, because of that hassle, we ended up being late to the game, and it was pretty obvious that $Alex was annoyed. I don’t think I completely screwed it up with her, but it could have definitely gone better.<</if>>

<<if $Day3 is 1 and $SC7 gt 1 and $SC7 lt 9>><<set $SC7 to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 gt 0 and $SC7 lt 9 and $GrayLunchFail is 0>><<set $SC7 to $SC7 + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 is 6>><<set $SC7 to 9>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<include [[Chapter 5 Class]]>> <<if $Home gte 3>>[[18- Gray<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 2 and $Day3 is 1>>[[18-1b Hypno<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 2 and $Day3 is 2>>[[18-2/3b Jen<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 2 and $Day3 is 3>>[[18-2/3b Jen<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2 and $Day3 is 4>>[[18-4b Ash Report<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2 and $Day3 is 5>>[[18- Ash<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>[[18- Ash<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $LipstickToilet = ["Don’t let $name near your boyfriend", "$name swallows", "$name kisses Miss $Gray ‘s ass", "$name licks $Ash ‘s feet", "$name ‘s asshole is looser than my pussy around Mr Hawt"]>>\ <<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $AnalS to $AnalS + 1, $SuckS to $SuckS + 1, $CumS to $CumS + 1>>\ <<if $Home is 2>>Rather than have to spend another hour without her company, Mistress $Ash kindly sought you out so that she might train you to be a better sissy.<<else>>It’s lunch, which might mean a moment to relax, but $Ash has other plans.<</if>> She leads you by the hand to a disused toilet. <<if $JenLevel gt 3>>Even these deserted facilities still update the rare user about your sissy life, no doubt thanks to $Jen ‘s handiwork after you failed to hand her money. "<<print $LipstickToilet.random()>>" the biggest piece of lipstick art proclaims.<</if>> “After how well you took my cocks before, I’m shaking at the thought of training you for another hour. I think I might actually enjoy teaching you more than you enjoy taking dick for me." <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash has you get on all fours, presenting your butt, which is more than visible in this position despite the skirt.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash has you lean over, presenting your butt, which is more than visible in this position despite the skirt.<</if>> <<if $ButtPlug is 1>>With little regard for your comfort, she tears the butt plug currently residing in your rear out.<</if>> After that, she equips her strap on. Maybe because of all the things she plans to do today, the cock seems bigger to you. Whatever fear you have is certain to be ignored though, especially since she drops a similarly sized dildo on the ground in front of you. “And of course, how could I forget about your favorite part - the cum!” Out of her bag, she pulls out a similar jug to what you’re used to seeing, even if it has been a while. <<if visited("15-2 Ash Punish")>>She lets you get a strong whiff of it, and you immediately get flashbacks to her brutal punishment from a week ago.<<else>>She lets you get a smell of it, and memories of her “cum game” come flooding back.<</if>> “Don’t worry” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash suggests<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash commands<</if>> “taking cum is just like riding a bike! We’ll be using this in a little while.” [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet 1.jpg]] She gets into position in front of you. Because of your doggy style stance, she has to get on her knees to be an appropriate level for you to suck her cock. “Go ahead, sissy! Start sucking!” She makes you do all the work, and you’re only on one part of your training. She doesn’t even let you lubricate the dildo with a little foreplay. Instead, she leans in so that the resting position of the dildo is still protruding several inches into your mouth. You quickly please <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>>, or maybe she just gets bored of this “being a sissy 101” stuff. “Now that you’re thoroughly turned on, take that dildo I gave you and…well, if I need to spell it out for you, then I must be an awful mistress.” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash orders. Not that back-talk is particularly effective against her, but let’s just say it’s a good thing you’re mouth is currently full.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash orders. At the hearing of such a preposterous idea, you want to affirm that she’s the greatest mistress a sissy could ask for, but you’re mouth is far too full of silicone to do that currently.<</if>> Taking the dildo in hand, you navigate it to your empty rear. Whilst preoccupied sucking a different artificial cock, it’s hard to line it up with your asshole, but after a bit of prodding, you eventually find the sweet spot, and it inserts surprisingly smoothly. [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet 2.jpg]] You fuck yourself with it, slowly at first as you get used to it, and staying on top of pleasing <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> and her cock remains a priority, but after not long at all, you’re ready to go at a speed your trainer will be satisfied with. You ramp up the speed until it’s eventually in the triple digits of BPM. It’s only now that the multi tasking aspects hit you as being difficult. Your experience of sucking in the past has primarily been when $Ash has been thrusting into you, not when you’re the one lunging into it. And the anal pounding you’re forced to inflict on yourself compounds to make the task that much trickier. On several occasions, you forget to breathe properly, resulting in muffled coughs and gags, but <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> refuses to let the cock leave your mouth for even the smallest amount of reprieve. Meanwhile, concentrating on giving head results in the dildo playing with your rear missing its target, and you end up striking your scrotum instead. On one occasion, you fumbled it so completely that you dropped the silicone sex toy. Picking it up, all whilst still deepthroating at the front, proved a challenge. Eventually, though, you get into a good rhythm, and you have a chance to think about the moment without worrying about a slip up. [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet 3.jpg]] <<if $Home is 1>>You’re on your knees in a toilet, being forced to spit roast yourself by a maniacal girl who also has your clit locked in an impenetrable cage. If you’d have thought life couldn’t get any more depraved, pathetic, or just plain sad, you’d be wrong, because $Ash hasn’t even introduced the cum into the equation yet.<<elseif $Home is 2>>You’re on your knees in a toilet, being forced to spit roast yourself by a stunning girl who’s a picture of perfection if there ever could be such a thing, who’s beauty could not be rivaled by anything natural, or anything created. Her genius took over control of you from the cruel hands of your cold teacher so that she, your Goddess, might show you how to best apply yourself in life. If you thought life couldn’t get any better, you’d be wrong, because Mistress hasn’t even introduced the cum into the equation yet.<</if>> “You’re handling that well, sissy. You really have been trained well. Shall we see if the added element of cum trips you up?” She reaches for the jug of cum with one hand, not even needing to move her hips, or the cock attached to them. With her outstretched fingers, she collects as much cum as she can, and shows you the gathered semen. “Aren’t you looking forward to this? I know I am.” You’re stuck between a cock and a penis, left with nowhere to hide as she smothers the handful of cum on your face, from your forehead to your chin. <<if $Home is 1>>The moment encapsulates the feeling you’ve had since the moment $Ash took over control of your chastity cage, or maybe even when Miss $Gray put you in it in the first place (it’s been too long to be able to remember accurately) - pathetic.<<elseif $Home is 2>>In one movement, not only was you touched by Mistress $Ash , but she graciously doused you with the rejuvenative tonic you dream about as often as a cat dreams of milk.<</if>> She’s not done yet though. Another swipe of cum on your two cheeks makes you painted up like you’re about to go to war. A third gives you a coat of cumgloss, and she makes you like her fingers clean afterwards. Then, she seems satisfied. The cum drips with no eagerness down your face. Some droplets slowly drool past your chin and down your neck, slithering in between your breasts. No matter how many times you lick your lips, the taste and texture of cum never goes away, or even seems to diminish. Despite its unforgettable presence, the cum isn’t the wrench in the slut works that it might have been. <<if $Home is 1>>It looks like $Ash did train you well.<<elseif $Home is 2>>As if there was more evidence needed, that should confirm, without any doubt, that Goddess $Ash is incredible at anything she does, like training you. <</if>> “Good whore. But I think we need a change of position. Lay down on your back.” Whilst still fucking yourself, you do as instructed. You rest your head on the toilet floor, with your legs slightly spread so you can masturbate your ass more easily. $Ash gets into position on top of you. She’s almost laying on top of you, though her hands hold up her weight like she was doing a push up. That leaves the cock to plunge down your threat, and she finally begins to thrust her hips. If you didn’t think you could get away before, you really can’t now. You’re entirely at <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash ‘s <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash ‘s<</if>> whim, and based upon her moans of ecstasy, she’s enjoying that sensation. <<if $L lt 5>><<set $L to $L + 2>>Despite the intensely sexual situation, however, you’re simply not turned on enough to get to the special place you need to cum without clit stimulation.\ <<elseif $L lt 9>><<set $L to $L + 2>>Though you’re stimulated from both your mouth and anus, and you have years of looking at pornography to give you the graphic imagination to fantasize about the details of the situation, you’re simply not turned on enough. That’s not to say you don’t get incalculably close to an orgasm, but the final push over the finish line never arrives. You’re left a horny, leaky mess.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 1>><<set $S to $S - 3, $L to 2, $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1>>The situation, as depraved as it is, for some reason leads to a culmination of your pent up lust. The dick you pound yourself with, the dildo $Ash thrusts into your mouth, the drying cum on your face, and your active fantasizing imagination work together to triumphantly get you to an orgasm. And unsurprisingly, such a well worked for reward feels divine. Your panties fill with jizz, but you’re still eager to suck on and thrust inside you the cocks.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 2>><<set $L to 10>>The situation, created by your divine mistress, almost allows you to reach apotheosis, but just as your eyes roll back into your head, your Goddess slap you in the face. “I’ve decided that there will be no orgasms for you today. Aww, poor sissy!” She mocks. For a moment, you feel annoyed that she would deny you an orgasm, but those thoughts of a dissident subside as you’re having too much fun enjoying the cocks, the cum, everything.<</if>> Eventually, <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> decides you’ve been well trained enough, for today at least. She dismounts you, and takes off her strap on. You get to your feet, stumbling a little at first. You reset your skirt and blouse and the little bow in the middle, before trying to remove any cum in the toilet mirrors. <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> congratulates you on an effective training session, before exiting. After taking a few minutes to get your breath back, you follow her lead. [[18-1d<-Continue]]

<<include [[Chapter 5 Lesson]]>> <<if $Home gte 1 and $Home lte 2 and $Day3 is 3>>[[18-3 Ash H1<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 5 and $Home is 2>>[[18-5 Hypno Choice<-Continue][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 5 and $House is 8>>[[Photo Student A<-Continue][$H to 16]]\ \ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 0 and $GrayLunchFail gte 1>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gte 2>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<else>>[[12-3f<-Continue][$H to 16]]<</if>>

You’re about to leave the classroom, but Miss Bullthrough places her hand on your shoulder. She’s wearing a serious expression that, for a woman as intimidating as her, sends shivers down your spine. “Could I talk to you for a moment?” Understanding your inability to refuse such a benign request, you agree. “Thank you.” She takes a seat in her desk chair, and you stand facing her. ”I don’t know if you know this or not, but teachers talk. Your tutor, Miss $Gray , in particular, seems to have a lot of interest.” //Oh boy…// <<if $GrayR gt 1>>”In fact, she often asks how you’re doing in my lessons.” //Here we go…// “And I’m incredibly surprised when she tells me how well behaved you are in her classes.” //I should ha…wait, what?// “And I’m always left a little surprised, and honestly, $name , a little offended. I know both me and Miss $Gray have a bit of a reputation for being hardasses with our students, so I’m confused as to why you would be a studious person in her classes, yet hardly pay attention in mine. I can always tell when a student is daydreaming, and you’re a regular offender. So I’m asking nicely, before I have to be even stricter, would you start paying attention in my classes?” You’re blown back - Miss $Gray actually said something nice about you? Such a revelation might be cause for celebration, were it now for how it’s landed you in the deep end with your english teacher. In any case, you should probably just apologize and promise to be better. [[5-3 Miss Bull 2<-”I’m sorry…][$TeacherPunish to 0]] [[5-3 Miss Bull 2<-”Shove it…][$TeacherPunish to 1]]\ <<elseif $GrayR lt 2>>”And unsurprisingly, we have a lot of the same complaints about you.” //Here we go…// “Not paying attention, staring at the girls in class, staring at us…$name , this is entirely unacceptable behavior. Worst of all, I’ve also talked with your other teachers. Mr Hawt has nothing but nice things to say about you. So why is it that in his class you're perfectly obedient, but for Miss $Gray and I, you’re incredibly disrespectful?” //Mr Hawt’s geniality might have just cost me// “So what’s your excuse? Come on, I’m waiting.” [[5-3 Miss Bull 2<-”I’m sorry…][$TeacherPunish to 0]] [[5-3 Miss Bull 2<-Complain about your teachers][$TeacherPunish to 1]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 12>>\ <<if $GrayR gt 1 and $TeacherPunish is 0>>”I’m sorry, Miss Bullthrough. I've been acting unfairly in your lesson, and it’s unacceptable. It’s rude to both you and the other students, I promise I’ll be better in the future.” She lets her stoic expression slip for a second, and smirks slightly. “Thank you, $name . I do hope you start to act according to your words, though. At the moment, you’re more of a troublemaker than Tybalt, and you know what happened to him!” She dismisses you following what may be the weirdest, and (hopefully) unintentional, threat of your life.\ <<elseif $GrayR lt 2 and $TeacherPunish is 0>>”I’m sorry, Miss Bullthrough. I’ve been acting unfairly in both yours and Miss $Gray ‘s classes, and it’s not acceptable. I promise I’ll be better in the future.” “Thank you, $name . I appreciate that, though I’m not sure if such words would have an effect on Miss $Gray . You may leave now, but please, do act according to your words. At the moment, you’re a bit like Macbeth: all talk, and no bite!”\ <<elseif $GrayR gt 1 and $TeacherPunish is 1>>”How about you shove those dictionaries on your desk up your ass, because I don’t care about whatever shit you’re yelling about.” “How dare you, you little twerp! You think I want a shithead like you for a student? I’ve done nothing but treat you like any other person here, and you’ve responded with nothing but rudeness ever since I first met you, and now you want to act like I’m being unfair? You’re in need of more lessons, $name . I’ll teach you how to be polite and courteous if it’s the last thing I do. Come here after school for detention.” She dismisses you before you find another shovel to dig yourself deeper with.\ <<elseif $GrayR lt 2 and $TeacherPunish is 1>>”But you don’t understand! Miss $Gray hates me, she’s had it out for me ever since I first came here! That’s why she talks about me so much, it’s not because I don’t respect you.” “Be careful with your words $name , Miss $Gray is a friend of mine.” “But she’s awful! She’s made me do things that I should never have to do, it’s totally unfair!” You want to kick the desk, but that would only make you seem even more petulant. “You’d never understand.” “I’ll tell you what I do understand: you’re a completely uncivil twerp who needs extra lessons in being polite. Come here after school for detention.” She dismisses you, your rant as futile as it would be against Miss $Gray herself.<</if>> <<if $EscapeChastity is 13>>[[5/6/7 Escape Lunch Punish<-Continue to lunch]]\ <<else>>[[5-1d Lunch<-Continue]]<</if>>

“Good. You’re here.” Miss Bullthrough’s obvious disposition seems even clearer when she keeps you after school. “Take a seat; you’ll be here for a while. There’s a dictionary on your table. Only once you’ve passed my test will you be able to stop my daily detentions.” With zero choice, you do as instructed, planting your butt down on the chair and flipping open the dictionary. There’s little else to do in the barren classroom, so you decide that increasing your verbiage might be the most productive use of time. Well, you could always check out Miss Bullthrough when she’s not looking, but that probably wouldn’t help your situation. Throughout the lesson, you have fun discovering new words and their synonyms. For instance, you mentally describe Miss Bullthrough’s attire as lubricious, but her seductress’ looks are offset by her impudent manner. //Words are fun// After an hour of dictionary research and thesaurus usage, your English teacher demands your attention once more. “Time for your test.” She demands. “Which word of these words means “slight mockery?”” <<if $MB1 is 0>>[[Bull detention 2<-Equanimity][$MB1 to 1]]<<else>>==Equanimity==<</if>> <<if $MB2 is 0>>[[Bull detention 2<-Pernicious][$MB2 to 1]]<<else>>==Pernicious==<</if>> <<if $MB3 is 0>>[[Bull detention 2<-Candor][$MB3 to 1]]<<else>>==Candor==<</if>> <<if $MB4 is 0>>[[Bull detention 2<-Didactic][$MB4 to 1]]<<else>>==Didactic==<</if>> <<if $MB5 is 0>>[[Bull detention 2<-Bestot][$MB5 to 1]]<<else>>==Besot==<</if>> [[Bull detention 3<-Persiflage][$MB6 to 1]]

<<set $H to 17>>\ <<if $Day3 isnot 2>>”No, no, NO!” She looks like she’s on the cusp of tossing a book in your general direction. “You’ve just had a continuous hour of dictionary reading, and you can’t even tell me that? It’s like you’re not interested in expanding your language potential at all! You’ve failed today, but you’ll have detention until you can get it right.” She dismisses you, both of you breathing a sigh of relief once you’re out of earshot. She seems to hate having to spend additional time with you as much as you feel the same towards her. Sadly, either her hatred or self respect is too great following your diatribe to allow you to get off without a punishment.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 2>><<set $TeacherPunish to 0>>She exhales, planting her head on her desk. “You’ve failed my test 5 times - why do I even bother? I mean, you couldn’t even get a 50/50 right? I must be the worst teacher on the planet.” She looks up at you. “Go. I’m disappointed enough just seeing you in class, I don’t need to see you in detention either.” You exit the classroom, strangely happy at having broken your teacher’s spirit so absolutely. //I think I won this one//<</if>> [[5-1f<-Continue][$S to $S + 1]]

<<set $TeacherPunish to 0>>\ <<set $H to 17>>\ “Yes! Persiflage, that’s it! $name , you’ve made my day! Thank you for showing me that I can actually get through to students as resistant as you! Now, please get the hell out of my classroom.” She’s smiling as she requests your exit, seemingly on the edge of delirium after proving her methods right. //I wonder if this will mean that she’s nicer to me from now on. Probably not// [[5-1f<-Continue]]

You’re walking around the school as the lunch bell just chimes, but you’re accosted by perhaps the nicest teacher in the cruelest of schools. “Hi, $name .” Mr Hawt greets you as he passes by you in the corridor. “Actually, I was meaning to talk to you. Do you have a minute?” Vulnerable to the nice science teacher’s charming, if clueless, guiles, you oblige. “I know life must be hard for you. I just started teaching at Farrix this year, so we have something in common. Being surrounded by women all day, it’s not something you’re used to, and I’m sure it’s really hard on you. For what it’s worth, I think you’re handling it very well, at least in my classes.” “Thanks, Mr Hawt.” His niceness truly seems uncharacteristic in the wealth of people looking to take advantage of you at Farrix. “But I also wanted to warn you about some of the things I’ve been hearing about you. I know, I know, rumors are just that, and I know that some women are prone to talking about nonsense. But some of the things I’ve heard about you are so unsavory. I have no idea what a “sissy” is, but it seems some people have been convinced that you’re one of them. From my experience, those kinds of rumors are always started by people close to you. You might want to be wary of who you talk to.” He gives you an encouraging smile before heading on his way. Of course, he’s completely oblivious to the reality of who’s exposing you. You could try your hardest to stop associating with $Jen , but she’d only humiliate you further. In any case, the conversation is an always welcome reminder that there are, in fact, nice people in life, even if they are a rarity. You’re also left feeling strangely less alone, and less stressed because of that. <<if visited("11-1a")>>[[11-1c Lunch<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("10-1a")>>[[10-1c Lunch<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("9-1a")>>[[9-1c Lunch<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[8-2c Lunch<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $TeacherPunish to 1>>\ You’re stopped on your lunchtime journey by Miss Green, you psychology teacher, whose grip on reality could be described as estranged at best. “Hi $name . How are your classes going? Are you struggling to wait for Thursday for some more psychology? Well, what if I told you that you didn’t have to wait until then for some awesome psychoanalysis?” //That sounds a lot like homework// “Don’t worry, this is entirely optional. I’m currently working on a small study. It’s about color theory, and how the subject's gender affects interpretation. Would you be interested in helping a scientist out? Come to my classroom after school if you are.” She meanders away, before yelling back to you. “Oh, and this study comes with pay, and I won’t even need to dissect you. Isn’t psychology fun?” [[10-1c Lunch<-Continue]]

You knock on the door of Miss Green’s classroom before entering. She’s typing away, 100 words per minute on her keyboard, barely seeming to acknowledge your presence, at least visually. “Thank you for coming, $name. What we’ll do today will help science for decades to come, you’ll see. I’ll be with you in a moment.” She runs off to do who-knows-what, scurrying out the classroom. It doesn’t take her long to return, several pieces of printed paper in her hand. “Shall we begin?” She sits opposite you at a desk, and deliberately hides the pictures from you, wanting your genuine reaction, not one formulated. “Let me explain how this will work. I’ll show you one image at a time. You just need to tell me the feeling you most associate with it. Don’t worry about being right or wrong. For this test, there’s no such thing. Well, if your answers matched my predictions, then my predictions would be right, but ignore that. Don’t think. Just give me the first emotion that comes to mind.” She turns over the first piece of paper. [img[Images/Green test - blue flower.jpg]] You feel... [[Miss Green Test 3<-Brave]] [[Miss Green Test 3<-Scared]] [[Miss Green Test 3<-Calm]] [[Miss Green Test 3<-Anger]]

<<if $Day3 is 1 and $SC7 gt 1 and $SC7 lt 9>><<set $SC7 to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 gt 0 and $SC7 lt 9 and $GrayLunchFail is 0>><<set $SC7 to $SC7 + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 is 6>><<set $SC7 to 9>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ \ <<if $SCFinal is 5>>The other students file in once your inspection is complete. One by one, they allow your teacher to examine the security of their chastity belt, and hand her the key. She, in turn, scratches the student’s name off a sheet titled “chastity check.” Your name was printed out already with a line through it.\ <<elseif $Home is 1>>The other students file in around you, most notably, your trainer and one of your keyholders, $Ash .\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>$Ash and you sit and wait while the other students file in around you. You can’t imagine how hellish it would be if there weren’t anyone but you two to face Miss $Gray ‘s wrath.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>Your eyes are locked on the door like you’re an eager bird watcher, seeking the beautiful creature that would light up your day by their presence. For you, that delightful moment arrives when Mistress $Ash walks into the classroom, sitting next to you, instantly filling you with joy.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>$Ash and you sit and wait while the other students file in around you. Whilst you're waiting, $Gray2 smiles at you, encouraging you for the day ahead. You do the best you can for the woman who has the responsibility of feminizing you.<</if>> [img[Images/Desk Ash.jpg]] <<if $SCFinal is 2>>The lesson soon begins. Seeing the effects of your time in the student council around you is satisfying, though it’s hard to say that the students who are wearing pants are sexier than those wearing skirts. Fortunately, those still opting to wear a skirt outnumber the rest at about a 2:1 ratio. That said, on the rare occasion that a woman leans over in front of you, the sight of a tight ass in even tighter pants, which can’t even hide panty lines, gets your blood pumping too fast to say you’re not enjoying it.\ <<elseif $SCFinal is 3>>The lesson soon begins. The school uniform you’re forced to wear, along with every other student here, threatens to expose people’s panties if they even budge slightly. The skirts are so short that no matter how you cross your legs, someone in front of you, like you teacher is going to get a peek of panties. Similarly, breasts struggle to be contained against the tight, almost transparent, material of the blouse. Additionally, everyone’s shoulders and most of their back are contained. It’s a teasing sight that tempts you every second. //Not even a buddhist monk could resist peeking every once in a while//\ <<else>>The lesson soon begins.<</if>> <<if $Home is 1>>Seeing Miss $Gray not at home is now rarer than it is seeing her at school, which still feels bizarre to consider. Maybe because of that, she doesn’t seem to pay much attention to you. Perhaps she’s as bored with you as you’re frustrated at spending time with her.\ <<elseif $Home isnot 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>With Miss $Gray now back in charge of your chastity cage, she seems to take it much more importantly that she challenges you as much as she can throughout the lesson. She’s asking you twice as many questions as she is the person who she asks the second most (which just so happens to be $Ash ). Just as $Ash said you two must, though, she poses as the model student, answering quickly when called upon and completing work dutifully.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>><<set $S to $S - 2>>Seeing Miss $Gray not at home is now rarer than it is seeing her at school, which still feels bizarre to consider. Maybe because of that, she doesn’t seem to pay much attention to you. Perhaps she’s as bored with you as you’re frustrated at spending time with her. Thoughts of Miss $Gray are annoying, though, since you’d much rather be thinking about the goddess right next to you. Being around Mistress $Ash , even when you’re forbidden from talking to her, is like nirvana for a submissive slave like yourself. Even more irritating than the thought of Miss $Gray knaving you from dreams of your queen, is when she takes a more deliberate approach of separating you from Mistress, which she enforces by demanding you stop looking towards her.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>With Miss $Gray now back in charge of your chastity cage, she seems to take it much more importantly that she challenges you as much as she can throughout the lesson. She’s asking you twice as many questions as she is the person who she asks the second most (which just so happens to be $Ash .) Just as $Ash said you two must, though, she poses as the model student, answering quickly when called upon and completing work dutifully.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>Likely thanks to your transformed relationship with her, $Gray2 barely bothers you through the class. It seems she knows feminizing you is taxing enough without giving you the further stress of a torrent of questions. Besides, she did admit to giving you far better grades than you deserve. All this isn’t to say she extends the same favor to $Ash , who she practically bullies with questions for an hour. To her credit, she does as she said you must. $Ash fulfills the role of a perfect student well. She answers every question with an almost obsessive level of detail. Having close relationships with both women is a complex situation to be in, especially when they both seem intent on screwing the other one over. A day may come when you have to truly decide between them, unless a third option presents itself.\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1>>Likely thanks to your transformed relationship with her, $Gray2 barely bothers you through the class. It seems she knows feminizing you is taxing enough without giving you the further stress of a torrent of questions. Besides, she did admit to giving you far better grades than you deserve. All this isn’t to say she extends the same favor to $Ash , who she practically bullies with questions for an hour. Without the threat of $Ash ‘s ire, you’re free to enjoy it from the next desk over.<</if>> <<if $CK[2] is 3>> Flats are the expected choice in footwear for a student like you, so there's no inhibitions to be had about playing with them. [img[Images/Flats PlayG.gif]]\ <<elseif $CK[2] is 5>> It's inevitable during the lesson that you'll unsheath your feet from the heels propping them up. After letting them dangle on your toes for a while, you have to reach down to fix them. [img[Images/Heels PlayG.gif]]<</if>> <<if $HeelSurg is 1 and $CK[2] is 3>><<set $S to $S + 1>>The lack of high heels propping up your feet is already causing great distress in your legs. <</if>><<if $ButtPlugA is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>>The butt plug occupying your rear leaves your mind racing with dirty thoughts. <</if>><<if $Boobs gt 5 and $Bra is 0>><<set $S to $S + 1>>Your prominent boobs do bother you. You're both worried about your nipples blushing over being stared at, and your budding breasts having no support. At this size, they really require it. <</if>> <<if $L gt 8 and $BlackmailVibrator is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>>It’s inevitable with how horny you are, that your mind, and your eyes, will wander. When they do rest on the bodies of your peers, a not quite pleasant vibration shoots through your chastity cage. It serves to stop you looking at the other students, but not for long. After several jolts over the period, you’re left even hornier.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home isnot 2 and $GrayBestie is 0>>During the lesson, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes wander to the other students in the class. Miss $Gray seems to have noticed, as a subtle scowls goes your way.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 2 and $AshMistress is 1>>With how horny you are, you could very easily let your eyes wander to the other students, but when Mistress $Ash is around, you only have eyes for her.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 2 and $JenMistress is 1>>With Mistress $Jen nowhere in sight, there’s no shame in perving on the other girls in the class.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $GrayBestie is 1>>During the lesson, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes wander to the other students in the class. If $Gray2 notices, she doesn’t seem to care.\ <<elseif $L lt 9 and $Home isnot 2>>You manage to pay attention during the lesson, taking notes and listening diligently.\ <<elseif $L lt 9 and $Home is 2>>With Mistress $Ash next to you, it’s hard to do anything productive during the lesson.<</if>> <<if $Fem is 57 and $Day3 is 3>>[[17-1 Ash<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>>[[16-4 Gray<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[16-4 Ash<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $LipstickToilet = ["Don’t let $name near your boyfriend", "$name swallows", "$name kisses Miss $Gray ‘s ass", "$name licks $Ash ‘s feet", "$name ‘s asshole is looser than my pussy around Mr Hawt"]>>\ <<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $AnalS to $AnalS + 1, $SuckS to $SuckS + 1, $CumS to $CumS + 1>>\ <<if $W17A1 isnot 2>><<set $W17A1 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Home is 2>>Rather than have to spend another hour without her company, Mistress $Ash kindly sought you out so that she might train you to be a better sissy.<<else>>It’s lunch, which might mean a moment to relax, but $Ash has other plans.<</if>> She leads you by the hand to a disused toilet. <<if $JenLevel gt 3>>Even these deserted facilities still update the rare user about your sissy life, no doubt thanks to $Jen ‘s handiwork after you failed to hand her money. "<<print $LipstickToilet.random()>>" the biggest piece of lipstick art proclaims.<</if>> “After how well you took my cocks before, I’m shaking at the thought of training you for another hour. I think I might actually enjoy teaching you more than you enjoy taking dick for me." <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash has you get on all fours, presenting your butt, which is more than visible in this position despite the skirt.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash has you lean over, presenting your butt, which is more than visible in this position despite the skirt.<</if>> <<if $ButtPlug is 1>>With little regard for your comfort, she tears the butt plug currently residing in your rear out.<</if>> After that, she equips her strap on. Maybe because of all the things she plans to do today, the cock seems bigger to you. Whatever fear you have is certain to be ignored though, especially since she drops a similarly sized dildo on the ground in front of you. “And of course, how could I forget about your favorite part - the cum!” Out of her bag, she pulls out a similar jug to what you’re used to seeing, even if it has been a while. <<if visited("15-2 Ash Punish")>>She lets you get a strong whiff of it, and you immediately get flashbacks to her brutal punishment from a week ago.<<else>>She lets you get a smell of it, and memories of her “cum game” come flooding back.<</if>> “Don’t worry” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash suggests<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash commands<</if>> “taking cum is just like riding a bike! We’ll be using this in a little while.” [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet 1.jpg]] She gets into position in front of you. Because of your doggy style stance, she has to get on her knees to be an appropriate level for you to suck her cock. “Go ahead, sissy! Start sucking!” She makes you do all the work, and you’re only on one part of your training. She doesn’t even let you lubricate the dildo with a little foreplay. Instead, she leans in so that the resting position of the dildo is still protruding several inches into your mouth. You quickly please <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>>, or maybe she just gets bored of this “being a sissy 101” stuff. “Now that you’re thoroughly turned on, take that dildo I gave you and…well, if I need to spell it out for you, then I must be an awful mistress.” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash orders. Not that back-talk is particularly effective against her, but let’s just say it’s a good thing you’re mouth is currently full.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash orders. At the hearing of such a preposterous idea, you want to affirm that she’s the greatest mistress a sissy could ask for, but you’re mouth is far too full of silicone to do that currently.<</if>> Taking the dildo in hand, you navigate it to your empty rear. Whilst preoccupied sucking a different artificial cock, it’s hard to line it up with your asshole, but after a bit of prodding, you eventually find the sweet spot, and it inserts surprisingly smoothly. [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet 2.jpg]] You fuck yourself with it, slowly at first as you get used to it, and staying on top of pleasing <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> and her cock remains a priority, but after not long at all, you’re ready to go at a speed your trainer will be satisfied with. You ramp up the speed until it’s eventually in the triple digits of BPM. It’s only now that the multi tasking aspects hit you as being difficult. Your experience of sucking in the past has primarily been when $Ash has been thrusting into you, not when you’re the one lunging into it. And the anal pounding you’re forced to inflict on yourself compounds to make the task that much trickier. On several occasions, you forget to breathe properly, resulting in muffled coughs and gags, but <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> refuses to let the cock leave your mouth for even the smallest amount of reprieve. Meanwhile, concentrating on giving head results in the dildo playing with your rear missing its target, and you end up striking your scrotum instead. On one occasion, you fumbled it so completely that you dropped the silicone sex toy. Picking it up, all whilst still deepthroating at the front, proved a challenge. Eventually, though, you get into a good rhythm, and you have a chance to think about the moment without worrying about a slip up. [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet 3.jpg]] <<if $Home is 1>>You’re on your knees in a toilet, being forced to spit roast yourself by a maniacal girl who also has your clit locked in an impenetrable cage. If you’d have thought life couldn’t get any more depraved, pathetic, or just plain sad, you’d be wrong, because $Ash hasn’t even introduced the cum into the equation yet.<<elseif $Home is 2>>You’re on your knees in a toilet, being forced to spit roast yourself by a stunning girl who’s a picture of perfection if there ever could be such a thing, who’s beauty could not be rivaled by anything natural, or anything created. Her genius took over control of you from the cruel hands of your cold teacher so that she, your Goddess, might show you how to best apply yourself in life. If you thought life couldn’t get any better, you’d be wrong, because Mistress hasn’t even introduced the cum into the equation yet.<</if>> “You’re handling that well, sissy. You really have been trained well. Shall we see if the added element of cum trips you up?” She reaches for the jug of cum with one hand, not even needing to move her hips, or the cock attached to them. With her outstretched fingers, she collects as much cum as she can, and shows you the gathered semen. “Aren’t you looking forward to this? I know I am.” You’re stuck between a cock and a penis, left with nowhere to hide as she smothers the handful of cum on your face, from your forehead to your chin. <<if $Home is 1>>The moment encapsulates the feeling you’ve had since the moment $Ash took over control of your chastity cage, or maybe even when Miss $Gray put you in it in the first place (it’s been too long to be able to remember accurately) - pathetic.<<elseif $Home is 2>>In one movement, not only was you touched by Mistress $Ash , but she graciously doused you with the rejuvenative tonic you dream about as often as a cat dreams of milk.<</if>> She’s not done yet though. Another swipe of cum on your two cheeks makes you painted up like you’re about to go to war. A third gives you a coat of cumgloss, and she makes you like her fingers clean afterwards. Then, she seems satisfied. The cum drips with no eagerness down your face. Some droplets slowly drool past your chin and down your neck, slithering in between your breasts. No matter how many times you lick your lips, the taste and texture of cum never goes away, or even seems to diminish. Despite its unforgettable presence, the cum isn’t the wrench in the slut works that it might have been. <<if $Home is 1>>It looks like $Ash did train you well.<<elseif $Home is 2>>As if there was more evidence needed, that should confirm, without any doubt, that Goddess $Ash is incredible at anything she does, like training you. <</if>> “Good whore. But I think we need a change of position. Lay down on your back.” Whilst still fucking yourself, you do as instructed. You rest your head on the toilet floor, with your legs slightly spread so you can masturbate your ass more easily. $Ash gets into position on top of you. She’s almost laying on top of you, though her hands hold up her weight like she was doing a push up. That leaves the cock to plunge down your threat, and she finally begins to thrust her hips. If you didn’t think you could get away before, you really can’t now. You’re entirely at <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash ‘s <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash ‘s<</if>> whim, and based upon her moans of ecstasy, she’s enjoying that sensation. <<if $L lt 5>><<set $L to $L + 2>>Despite the intensely sexual situation, however, you’re simply not turned on enough to get to the special place you need to cum without clit stimulation.\ <<elseif $L lt 9>><<set $L to $L + 2>>Though you’re stimulated from both your mouth and anus, and you have years of looking at pornography to give you the graphic imagination to fantasize about the details of the situation, you’re simply not turned on enough. That’s not to say you don’t get incalculably close to an orgasm, but the final push over the finish line never arrives. You’re left a horny, leaky mess.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 1>><<set $S to $S - 3, $L to 2, $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1>>The situation, as depraved as it is, for some reason leads to a culmination of your pent up lust. The dick you pound yourself with, the dildo $Ash thrusts into your mouth, the drying cum on your face, and your active fantasizing imagination work together to triumphantly get you to an orgasm. And unsurprisingly, such a well worked for reward feels divine. Your panties fill with jizz, but you’re still eager to suck on and thrust inside you the cocks.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 2>><<set $L to 10>>The situation, created by your divine mistress, almost allows you to reach apotheosis, but just as your eyes roll back into your head, your Goddess slap you in the face. “I’ve decided that there will be no orgasms for you today. Aww, poor sissy!” She mocks. For a moment, you feel annoyed that she would deny you an orgasm, but those thoughts of a dissident subside as you’re having too much fun enjoying the cocks, the cum, everything.<</if>> Eventually, <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> decides you’ve been well trained enough, for today at least. She dismounts you, and takes off her strap on. You get to your feet, stumbling a little at first. You reset your skirt and blouse and the little bow in the middle, before trying to remove any cum in the toilet mirrors. <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> congratulates you on an effective training session, before exiting. After taking a few minutes to get your breath back, you follow her lead. [[17-1d<-Continue]]

<<set setup.CookingLesson to ['muffins', 'pancakes', 'cupcakes', 'brownies', 'flapjack', 'sponge cake', 'cheese cake', 'pumpkin pie', 'apple crumble', 'tarts', 'pastries']>>\ <<set setup.GamingLesson to ['projectile dynamics', 'kinetic momentum in melee attacks', 'repetitive strain injury', 'the dangers of sweaty palms', 'analogue stick stiffness', 'calculating the radius of an area of effect attack', 'grenade jumping', 'deloading', 'overcoming spawn killers', 'predicting enemy movement', 'exploiting melee opponents']>>\ <<if $L gt 10>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>\ <<if $S gt 10>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 13>>\ \ You head to your next lesson. <<if $JenLevel gt 4 and $Day3 is 1>>Not only do the whispers commence from the moment you enter the classroom, so too does the awkward glance from your teacher. Mr Hawt, in character with how nice he’s been since your start at Farrix, gives you an encouraging gaze, but no doubt he’s more than aware of all the rumors perpetuated by the students in same class as you right now.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 4 and $Day3 is 2>>Mr Vils reaction to your entry is as neutral as it always has been, and likely always will be. If $Jen did try to bring up your sissyness to him, he’d probably get annoyed at her for discussing something not related to mathematics. For once in your life, you’re glad to have such a hardass of a teacher.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 4 and $Day3 is 3>>Nevermind the rest of the students, your teacher can barely stifle her giggles enough to welcome you to the classroom. Miss Bulthrough clearly keeps her ear close to the ground, and she’s getting in on the jokes almost more than the students are. “Oops, I think I lost my lipstick. Does anyone know where it went?” The encouraged class looks at you, before your teacher realizes she “misplaced it.”\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 4 and $Day3 is 4>>Rather than demand your classmates’ torment of you stops, Miss Green thinks it would be more effective to diagnose why they think it’s okay to mock someone so blatantly. She openly conjectures that maybe they secretly feel pity for you, or perhaps they genuinely feel so superior that they can mock you without consequence. She also posits that classmates may just be following the “tribe leader”, and following someone else’s footsteps who’s teasing you. And then she gets to diagnosing you. “One of the things I disagree with Freud on is penis envy. You see, I don’t feel it’s restricted to women. My theory is that people with small penises, perhaps like you, envy other men, and thus feel a sense of inferiority.” Suffice to say, you’d rather your teacher spend the hour slapping you with papers than inadvertently humiliating you like this, but you never did get an option.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 4 and $Day3 is 5>>"Miss $Gilda , did you know that $name is a sissy?” One classmate blurts out at the beginning of the hour, much to the laughter of the rest of the class, save you. “And?” “Well, it means he likes to we…” “That’s relevant how? I’m trying to teach you the meaning of life and you’re too busy thinking and distracting me and the rest of the class with these vapid comments. Did you know Plato considered the body and its senses a distraction for the soul? I would consider this great proof of that. Detention for you.” Your teacher’s harsh put down means that, at least for the next hour, you don’t have to listen to any mockery.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 3>>The whispers have already begun from the moment you enter the classroom. “You know Molly, I bet he has more panties than you!” one girl teases. “Shut up! You should be nicer to him anyway. I hear sissies are really sensitive. You wouldn’t want him to start crying, would you?” “You know, that would be really funny!”\ <<else>>Your teacher welcomes you with much more of a greeting than you get from the students.<</if>> <<if $Day3 is 1 and $L lt 6>>[img[Images/Science.jpg]] "Okay, can someone tell me what the opposite of a dominant allele is? Alice?" The girl thinks for a moment before proudly shouting "submissive!" The class starts laughing, and you can see Mr Hawt looking slightly confused. You soon stop paying attention to the lesson, and start paying attention to the girls and the rest of the lesson goes by rather uneventfully.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 1 and $L gt 5>>[img[Images/Science.jpg]] Once the science lesson begins, you inevitably and immediately tune out and admire the beauty of the girls around you. It’s fortunate that this isn’t a practical session, else you probably would have spilled several bottles and flasks of chemicals. Fortunately, Mr Hawt is far too kind to even bring up your likely obvious staring, and that’s assuming he even noticed.\ \ \ <<elseif $Day3 is 2 and $SCFinal is 4 and $L lt 6>><<set $S to $S - 2>>You can only hope a heaping of math textbooks have been thrown out in place of the recipe books which now populate several classrooms. Your cooking teacher, Mrs Baker, is as motherly as she is large. Evidently, she makes use of everything she cooks. While certainly an improvement to Mr Vils, she’s almost just as aloof. “Alright class, today we’re making <<print setup.CookingLesson.random()>>” It helps when you’re less distracted by lustful thoughts, but you do manage to concentrate on the task, and follow the recipe without issue. Sure, you have to double check every listed ingredient is what you added, and that your measurements are accurate, but the final product is a testament to the fact you refused to be distracted by the hotties around you. That’s probably not something to take pride after this long at Farrix, but oh well. [img[Images/Cooking lesson 1.jpg]] The baked good you’re left with has two benefits. Firstly, it’s incredibly satisfying to have successfully followed a recipe. You’re left feeling proud, even if it is a pretty basic activity. But secondly, tucking into the treat that you made has almost magical benefits. After consuming it with alarming speed, stress practically leaves your body like it was being magnetized elsewhere.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 2 and $SCFinal is 4 and $L gt 5>>Though you’d ordinarily be excited at the prospect of making something scrumptious, as Mrs Baker promises, you’re far too excited by the women all around you, and it’s worse in the kitchen environment. Instead of being made to sit as still as a statue, only allowed to look down and forward, you’re largely left to your own devices, meaning glances as girls don’t need to be nearly as subtle. And bizarrely, accidents that would magnetize your eyes seem to happen at every instance of you trying to concentrate. “Oops, I dropped a spoon! Guess I have to pick it up.” “Oh no, water sprayed all over my blouse, making it all see through!” “Mmm, this filling is so delicious - I can’t help but lick my finger clean.” Such distractions make it impossible to finish your task within the hour. In fact, whilst everyone else has a sweet treat to snack on, your ingredients are still raw. [img[Images/Cooking lesson 2.jpg]] “What have you been doing all lesson?” \ \ <<elseif $Day3 is 2 and $L lt 6>>[img[Images/Maths.jpg]] “Can anyone tell me what the opposite of a numerator is? Megan?” The silent class turns their attention to the girl, who is visibly struggling. “A dominator?” The class now erupts in laughter, the girl’s face turning red. You soon stop paying attention to the lesson, and start paying attention to the girls. The rest of the lesson goes by rather uneventfully.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 2 and $L gt 5>>[img[Images/Maths.jpg]] As soon as you sit down, you start staring at the cute girls around you. //How could they seriously expect me to do arithmetic in a school filled with such hot women?// Fortunately, Mr Vils is much more laid back than Miss $Gray , so the lesson goes by without issue.\ \ \ \ <<elseif $Day3 is 3 and $L lt 6>>[img[Images/English.jpg]] “The act of her standing in the doorway is less physical and more symbolic, as it’s representative of…” You soon stop paying attention to the lesson, and start paying attention to the girls, as well as admiring Miss Bullthrough’s body. The rest of the lesson goes by rather uneventfully.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 3 and $L gt 5>><<set $S to $S + 1>>[img[Images/English.jpg]] Once the door closes and you’re sat down, you immediately start staring at the girls around you. As you’re admiring a particularly attractive girl at the front of the class, Miss Bullthrough asks you a question, and her gaze tells you she knows exactly what you were doing. You do your best to answer, but the only thing you’ve learnt from this lesson is that boobs are better than books. When the attention goes away from you, you try to be a bit subtler. Instead, you look at your teacher’s generous rear whenever she’s writing on the board, which is hardly a downgrade. The rest of the lesson goes by rather uneventfully.\ \ \ <<elseif $Day3 is 4 and $SCFinal is 4 and $JenLevel gt 3 and $L lt 6>>An e sports class is far from the most intellectual way to spend your day, but it certainly is more interesting than what you’d be forced to do before. “Alright class, today we’re going to learn about <<print setup.GamingLesson.random()>>” As one might fear, institutionalizing something ordinarily entertaining has the tendency to suck out a lot of the fun, like a leech in a clown costume. Fortunately, you do manage to concentrate on learning the techniques your teacher mentions. Putting them right into practice against your other teammates is sweet and satisfying. “Damnit! Sissy, stop going after me! This is so unfair!” [img[Images/Gaming lesson.jpg]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 4 and $SCFinal is 4 and $L lt 6>>An e sports class is far from the most intellectual way to spend your day, but it certainly is more interesting than what you’d be forced to do before. “Alright class, today we’re going to learn about <<print setup.GamingLesson.random()>>” As one might fear, institutionalizing something ordinarily entertaining has the tendency to suck out a lot of the fun, like a leech in a clown costume. Fortunately, you do manage to concentrate on learning the techniques your teacher mentions. Putting them right into practice against your other teammates is sweet and satisfying. “$name , stop going after me! This is so unfair.” [img[Images/Gaming lesson.jpg]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 4 and $SCFinal is 4 and $JenLevel gt 3 and $L gt 5>>An e sports class is far from the most intellectual way to spend your day, but it certainly is more interesting than what you’d be forced to do before. “Alright class, today we’re going to learn about <<print setup.GamingLesson.random()>>” As one might fear, institutionalizing something ordinarily entertaining has the tendency to suck out a lot of the fun, like a leech in a clown costume. Sadly for you, not only are you distracted by the girls around you, but also the characters on screen. It doesn’t matter if they’re in combat fatigues or barely clothed princesses, they don’t fail to turn you on. Your current lust doesn’t help the matter either, and that adds up to the embarrassment that comes at the later on. “Hahaha! Take that, sissy! What’s it now, 7-0? That’s what you getting for trying to peek up my skirt last week.” [img[Images/Gaming lesson.jpg]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 4 and $SCFinal is 4 and $L gt 5>>An e sports class is far from the most intellectual way to spend your day, but it certainly is more interesting than what you’d be forced to do before. “Alright class, today we’re going to learn about <<print setup.GamingLesson.random()>>” As one might fear, institutionalizing something ordinarily entertaining has the tendency to suck out a lot of the fun, like a leech in a clown costume. Sadly for you, not only are you distracted by the girls around you, but also the characters on screen. It doesn’t matter if they’re in combat fatigues or barely clothed princesses, they don’t fail to turn you on. Your current lust doesn’t help the matter either, and that adds up to the embarrassment that comes at the later on. “Hahaha! Take that, $name . What’s it now, 7-0? Stop staring at my character's butt already, and start concentrating on killing me!” [img[Images/Gaming lesson.jpg]]\ \ \ \ <<elseif $Day3 is 4 and $L lt 6>>[img[Images/Psychology.jpg]] ”As I’m sure you’re all aware, Freud’s idea of the Oedipus complex has largely been debunked, though I’m sure he’d have a field day with all the step-mom porn on the internet.” The only response to Miss Green’s joke is seemingly crickets. You soon zone out, and decide to take the other students as case studies on what turns you on the most.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 4 and $L gt 5>>[img[Images/Psychology.jpg]] When you’re presented with the option between outdated psychological theories and hot uniformed women, you know it’s hardly an option at all. And while some blue balled psychologist might want to analyze your choices like those, you’d rather just admire boobs and butts when you can.\ \ \ <<elseif $Day3 is 5 and $L lt 6>>[img[Images/Philosophy.jpg]] ”Okay class, get ready, because today we’re tackling the ontological argument. First, I’d like you to think of something which exists in the mind, but not reality, for instance, like Winnie the Pooh.” //Hmm…Catwoman?…Mmm….Catwoman…// “Now, think of something which exists in the mind and in reality, like someone famous.” //Hmm…Riley Reid?...Mmm…Riley Reid…// “Now think of something which exists in reality, but not in your mind.” //Wait…how can I possibly think of something which does not exist in the mind?// You zone out soon after, thinking of Catwoman and Riley Reid.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 5 and $L gt 5>>[img[Images/Philosophy.jpg]] Almost as soon your butt lands in its seat, your mind has gone wandering, missing potentially life changing ideas in favor of a fantasy of an ethereal handjob. With how complex philosophy is, if you ever wanted to pay attention, you’d have to be much less horny.<</if>> <<if $Home gte 1 and $Home lte 2 and $Day3 is 3>>[[Ash Clubbing<-Continue]]\ \ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 0 and $GrayLunchFail gte 1>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gte 2>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<else>>[[12-3f<-Continue][$H to 16]]<</if>>

<<set $W17A2 to 1>>\ <<set $H to 16>>\ “Sissy!” <<if $Home is 1>>You hear a familiar voice yell. //I thought I wouldn’t have to deal with $Ash for another day// $Ash approaches you. Evidently, she wasn’t satisfied with just training you at lunchtime.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>You hear the holy chords of your mistress sing. //I get to talk to my mistress again today?// Your goddess approaches.<</if>> “I’ve had a lot of fun training your holes, but it’s time to put all that training to use. They’re worth more than just a source of entertainment for me. There’s a whole host of men who would love to use your body, and I’m so turned on that I think I’ll get off at just the sight of you giving a guy head.<<if $GrayLunchFail gt 0>> And don’t worry, sissy. I’ve cleared this with Miss $Gray , you naughty, misbehaved girly girl.<</if>>” She grabs your wrist and drags you away. “But before anything else, we need to make sure you’re dressed appropriately. Come on, we’re going to your sissy cave.” <<if $Home is 1>>Even when you’re heading to your own home, $Ash finds a way to make you feel powerless through not revealing what she’s planning, but based on her details of men, it’s probably to not go bowling.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>You cherish the relatively short walk to your abode with Mistress $Ash , who opts not to reveal her undoubtedly wonderful plan for how you will spend the rest of the evening together.<</if>> Once you arrive at your humble asylum, she looks around. The place has certainly changed since the last time she came here. Well, before Miss $Gray turned your entire life upside down. <<if $ChoresPunish gt 0 and $Home is 1>>”Since when do you have a dog?” $Ash inquires, looking out the kitchen window towards the kennel. “We don’t.” Her puzzled expression disappears after a few seconds. “Miss $Gray sure is creative, isn’t she? Ever since you wore your uniform for me, we’ve gotten along much better. I wonder if I’ll pick up such neat ideas from her."\ <<elseif $ChoresPunish gt 0 and $Home is 2>>”Since when do you have a dog?” Mistress asks, noting the kennel in the garden. “We don’t. Miss $Gray makes me sleep in it after I failed to do my chores.” Mistress lets out a hearty laugh. “That woman always entertains me. You’d never be that disobedient with me, would you?” “Never, mistress.”\ <<else>>She wanders around the house, noting how it’s changed in the past few weeks. “Hmm. Seems tidier."<</if>> After that, she forces you into your own room. “Oooh! I love the decorations.” She exclaims, observing the posters Miss $Gray and $Hannah forced upon the walls by your hands. Following that compliment, she whips open the closet doors. “I don’t care what you wear, sissy; I know you don’t have any man clothes anymore. Look nice or slutty, it’s up to you.” [[Closet Restrict<-Pick an outfit]]

<<if $Top is 1 and $Bottom is 1 and $Shoes is 1 and $Underwear is 1 and $Hosiery is 1 and $Sleepwear is 0>><<set $App to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Top is 0 or $Bottom is 0 or $Shoes is 0 or $Underwear is 0 or $Hosiery is 0 or $Sleepwear is 1>><<set $App to 0>><</if>>\ [img[Images/R - Closet after.jpg]] <<if $App is 1>>[[Ash Clubbing 2<-Continue]]<<else>>You're not dressed appropriately for that<</if>> __Uniforms__ <<if $Home gt 0>>==School shirt and pants==\ <<elseif $CK[0] isnot 1 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "School shirt and pants">> <<set $CK[0] to 1>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $CK[0] isnot 1>><<link "School shirt and pants">> <<set $CK[0] to 1>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $CK[0] is 1>><<link "Take off school and shirt">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>><</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $SU2 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 2 and $CK[1] gt 0 and $SCFinal isnot 3>><<link "Blue school skirt and blouse">> <<set $CK[0] to 2>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $SU2 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 2 and $SCFinal isnot 3>><<link "Blue school skirt and blouse">> <<set $CK[0] to 2>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $SU2 is 1 and $CK[0] is 2 and $SCFinal isnot 3>><<link "Take off blue school skirt and blouse">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $SCFinal is 3 and $CK[0] isnot 5 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Slutty school dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 5>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $SCFinal is 3 and $CK[0] isnot 5 and $CK[1] is 0>><<link "Slutty school dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 5>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $CK[0] is 5 and $SU2 is 1>><<link "Take off slutty school dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $SU2 is 0>>???\ <</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Maid is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 3 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Maid uniform">> <<set $CK[0] to 3>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Maid1 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 3>><<link "Maid uniform">> <<set $CK[0] to 3>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Maid1 is 1 and $CK[0] is 3>><<link "Take off maid uniform">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $SleepUniform is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 80>><<link "Sleep uniform">> <<set $CK[1] to 80>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $SleepUniform is 1 and $CK[1] is 80>><<link "Take off sleep uniform">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Maid1 is 0 and $SleepUniform is 0>>???\ <</if>>\ \ \ \ <<if $Dress1 is 1 or $Dress2 is 1 or $Dress3 is 1 or $Dress4 is 1 or $Dress5 is 1 or $Dress6 is 1 or $Dress7 is 1 or $Dress8 is 1 or $Dress9 is 1 or $Dress10 is 1>>__Dresses__<<else>>__??????__<</if>> \ <<if $Dress1 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 21 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Red floral dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 21>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress1 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 21>><<link "Red floral dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 21>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress1 is 1 and $CK[0] is 21>><<link "Take off red floral dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Dress1 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Dress4 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 24 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Black floral dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 24>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress4 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 24>><<link "Black floral dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 24>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress4 is 1 and $CK[0] is 24>><<link "Take off black floral dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Dress4 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Dress2 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 22 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Red dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 22>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress2 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 22>><<link "Red dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 22>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress2 is 1 and $CK[0] is 22>><<link "Take off red dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Dress2 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Dress3 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 23 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Black plaid dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 23>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress3 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 23>><<link "Black plaid dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 23>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress3 is 1 and $CK[0] is 23>><<link "Take off black plaid dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Dress3 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Dress5 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 25 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "White and black dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 25>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress5 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 25>><<link "White and black dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 25>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress5 is 1 and $CK[0] is 25>><<link "Take off white and black dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Dress5 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Dress6 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 26 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Spotted dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 26>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress6 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 26>><<link "Spotted dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 26>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress6 is 1 and $CK[0] is 26>><<link "Take off spotted dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Dress6 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Dress7 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 27 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Black spotted dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 27>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress7 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 27>><<link "Black spotted dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 27>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress7 is 1 and $CK[0] is 27>><<link "Take off black spotted dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Dress7 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Dress8 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 28 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Red floral dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 28>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress8 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 28>>Miss $Gray 's <<link "gray dress">> <<set $CK[0] to 28>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Dress8 is 1 and $CK[0] is 28>><<link "Take off">>Miss $Gray 's gray dress <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Dress8 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ __Sleepwear__ <<if $PJ is 1 or $PJA is 1 or $PJB is 1 or $PJC is 1 or $PJD is 1>><<set $Sleepwear to 1>><<else>><<set $Sleepwear to 0>><</if>>\ \ \ <<if $Home gt 0>>==Pajama shirt and pants==\ \ \ <<elseif $CK[0] isnot 40 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Pajama shirt and pants">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 40>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $CK[0] isnot 40>><<link "Pajama shirt and pants">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 40>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $CK[0] is 40>><<link "Take off pajama shirt and pants">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $PJ1 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 41 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Pink nightdress">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 41>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $PJ1 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 41>><<link "Pink nightdress">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 41>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $PJ1 is 1 and $CK[0] is 41>><<link "Take off pink nightdress">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $PJ1 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $PJ2 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 42 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "White nightgown">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 42>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $PJ2 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 42>><<link "White nightgown">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 42>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $PJ2 is 1 and $CK[0] is 42>><<link "Take off white nightgown">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $PJ2 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $PJ3 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 43 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Purple top and shorts">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 43>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $PJ3 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 43>><<link "Purple top and shorts">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 43>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $PJ3 is 1 and $CK[0] is 43>><<link "Take off purple top and shorts">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $PJ3 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $PJ4 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 44 and $CK[1] gt 0>><<link "Pink babydoll">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 44>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $PJ4 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 44>><<link "Pink babydoll">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 44>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ \ \ <<elseif $PJ4 is 1 and $CK[0] is 44>><<link "Take off pink babydoll">>\ <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $PJ4 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ __Clothes-Top__ <<if $Home gt 0>>==T shirt==\ <<elseif $CK[0] isnot 101>>\ <<link "T shirt">> <<set $CK[0] to 101>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[0] is 101>>\ <<link "Take off T shirt">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>><</if>> - <<if $BlouseM2 is 0>>???\ <<elseif $Home gt 0 and $BlouseM2 is 1>>==Shirt==\ <<elseif $BlouseM2 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 102>>\ <<link "Shirt">> <<set $CK[0] to 102>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $BlouseM2 is 1 and $CK[0] is 102>>\ <<link "Take off shirt">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Blouse6 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 66>>\ <<link "Black camisole">> <<set $CK[0] to 66>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Blouse6 is 1 and $CK[0] is 66>>\ <<link "Take off black camisole">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Blouse6 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Blouse2 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 62>>\ <<link "Black shirt">> <<set $CK[0] to 62>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Blouse2 is 1 and $CK[0] is 62>>\ <<link "Take off black shirt">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Blouse2 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Blouse3 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 63>>\ <<link "Pink blouse">> <<set $CK[0] to 63>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Blouse3 is 1 and $CK[0] is 63>>\ <<link "Take off pink blouse">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Blouse3 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Blouse4 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 64>>\ <<link "Floral blouse">> <<set $CK[0] to 64>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Blouse4 is 1 and $CK[0] is 64>>\ <<link "Take off floral blouse">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Blouse4 is 0>>???<</if>> - \ \ \ \ \ <<if $Blouse5 is 1 and $CK[0] isnot 65>>\ <<link "Floral blouse 2">> <<set $CK[0] to 65>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Blouse5 is 1 and $CK[0] is 65>>\ <<link "Take off floral blouse 2">> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Blouse5 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ \ __Pants__ <<if $Home gt 0>>==Blue jeans==<<elseif $CK[1] isnot 101 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Blue jeans">> <<set $CK[1] to 101>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] isnot 101>>\ <<link "Blue jeans">> <<set $CK[1] to 101>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 101>>\ <<link "Take off blue jeans">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\<</if>> - <<if $PantsM2 is 0>>???\ <<elseif $Home gt 0>>==Gray jeans==\ <<elseif $CK[1] isnot 102 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Gray jeans">> <<set $CK[1] to 102>> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] isnot 102>>\ <<link "Gray jeans">> <<set $CK[1] to 102>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 102>>\ <<link "Take off gray jeans">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Pants3 is 1 and $ChoresPunish gt 5>>==Red pants==\ <<elseif $Pants3 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 3 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Red pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 3>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Pants3 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 3>>\ <<link "Red pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 3>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 3>>\ <<link "Take off red pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Pants3 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Pants1 is 1 and $ChoresPunish gt 5>>==Maroon pants==\ <<elseif $Pants1 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 1 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Maroon pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 1>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Pants1 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 1>>\ <<link "Maroon pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 1>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 1>>\ <<link "Take off maroon pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Pants1 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Pants4 is 1 and $ChoresPunish gt 5>>==Black pants==\ <<elseif $Pants4 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 4 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Black pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 4>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Pants4 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 4>>\ <<link "Black pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 4>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 4>>\ <<link "Take off black pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Pants4 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Pants2 is 1 and $ChoresPunish gt 5>>==Orange pants==\ <<elseif $Pants2 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 2 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Orange pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 2>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Pants2 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 2>>\ <<link "Orange pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 2>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 2>>\ <<link "Take off orange pants">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Pants2 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Skirt1 is 1 or $Skirt2 is 1 or $Skirt3 is 1 or $Skirt4 is 1 or $Skirt5 is 1 or $Skirt6 is 1 or $Skirt7 is 1 or $Skirt8 is 1 or $Skirt9 is 1 or $Skirt10 is 10 or $Skirt11 is 1>>__Skirts__<<else>>__??????__<</if>> <<if $SkirtTask1 is 1 or $SkirtTask2 is 1>> - [[Task Skirt Already<-Try on skirt]]<</if>> \ \ <<if $Skirt2 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 22 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Pink skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 22>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt2 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 22>>\ <<link "Pink skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 22>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 22>>\ <<link "Take off pink skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt2 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Skirt9 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 29 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Red skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 29>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt9 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 29>>\ <<link "Red skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 29>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 29>>\ <<link "Take off skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt9 is 0>>???<</if>> - \ \ \ \ \ <<if $Skirt5 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 25 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Red skirt 2">> <<set $CK[1] to 25>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt2 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 25>>\ <<link "Red skirt 2">> <<set $CK[1] to 25>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 25>>\ <<link "Take off red skirt 2">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt2 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Skirt6 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 26 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Black skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 26>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt6 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 26>>\ <<link "Black skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 26>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 26>>\ <<link "Take off black skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt6 is 0>>???<</if>> - \ \ \ \ \ <<if $Skirt10 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 30 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Black skirt 2">> <<set $CK[1] to 30>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt10 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 30>>\ <<link "Black skirt 2">> <<set $CK[1] to 30>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 30>>\ <<link "Take off black skirt 2">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt10 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Skirt3 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 23 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Cyan skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 23>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt3 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 23>>\ <<link "Cyan skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 23>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 23>>\ <<link "Take off cyan skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt3 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Skirt11 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 31 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Brown skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 31>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt11 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 31>>\ <<link "Brown skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 31>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 31>>\ <<link "Take off brown skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt11 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Skirt1 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 21 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Floral skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 21>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt1 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 21>>\ <<link "Floral skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 21>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 21>>\ <<link "Take off floral skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt1 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Skirt7 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 27 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Pink floral skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 27>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt7 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 27>>\ <<link "Pink floral skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 27>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 27>>\ <<link "Take off pink floral skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt7 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Skirt4 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 24 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Black floral skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 24>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt4 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 4>>\ <<link "Black floral skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 24>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 24>>\ <<link "Take off black floral skirt">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt4 is 0>>???<</if>> - \ \ \ \ \ <<if $Skirt8 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 28 and $CK[0] gt 0 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<link "Black floral skirt 2">> <<set $CK[1] to 28>> <<set $CK[0] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt8 is 1 and $CK[1] isnot 28>>\ <<link "Black floral skirt 2">> <<set $CK[1] to 28>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[1] is 28>>\ <<link "Take off black floral skirt 2">> <<set $CK[1] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Skirt8 is 0>>???<</if>> \ \ \ \ \ __Shoes__ \ \ <<if $Home gt 0>>==Black school shoes==\ <<elseif $CK[2] isnot 1>>\ <<link "Black school shoes">> <<set $CK[2] to 1>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[2] is 1>>\ <<link "Take off black school shoes">> <<set $CK[2] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Home gt 0>>==Casual shoes==\ <<elseif $CK[2] isnot 2>>\ <<link "Casual shoes">> <<set $CK[2] to 2>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $CK[2] is 2>>\ <<link "Take off casual shoes">> <<set $CK[2] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Shoes3 is 1 and $CK[2] isnot 3>>\ <<link "Black flats">> <<set $CK[2] to 3>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Shoes3 is 1 and $CK[2] is 3>>\ <<link "Take off black flats">> <<set $CK[2] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<else>>???\ <</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Shoes4 is 1 and $CK[2] isnot 4>>\ <<link "Silver heels">> <<set $CK[2] to 4>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Shoes4 is 1 and $CK[2] is 4>>\ <<link "Take off silver heels">> <<set $CK[2] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<else>>???\ <</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Shoes5 is 1 and $CK[2] isnot 5>>\ <<link "Black heels">> <<set $CK[2] to 5>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Shoes5 is 1 and $CK[2] is 5>>\ <<link "Take off black heels">> <<set $CK[2] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<else>>???\ <</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $Shoes6 is 1 and $CK[2] isnot 6>>\ <<link "Red heeled boots">> <<set $CK[2] to 6>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<elseif $Shoes6 is 1 and $CK[2] is 6>>\ <<link "Take off red heeled boots">> <<set $CK[2] to 0>> <<goto "Closet Restrict">> <</link>>\ <<else>>???\ <</if>>

<<set $H to 18>>\ After you pick your outfit, <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<else>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> looks you over. <<if $CK[0] is 2>>”You really couldn’t be assed to pick out something a little less…academic?” She groans. “Whatever.”\ <<elseif $CK[0] is 3>>"That dress is //almost// too kinky. Almost."\ <<elseif $Dress is 1>>”Nice dress. It’ll work well.”\ <<elseif $Pants is 1>>”Ugh. Pants.” She groans. “Whatever, I’m sure they’ll be fine, but I thought you’d advanced past those remnants of your boyhood.”\ <<elseif $Skirt is 1>>”That’s a nice skirt. It’ll be great for our night.”<</if>> Her attention turns southward to your shoes. <<if $ShoesF is 1>>”Wow, you’re really going for that whore look, aren’t you?”<<elseif $CK[2] is 5>>”Those heels should work well, but you are going to be out on them for a while.”<<elseif $CK[2] is 4>>”Oooh, I like those sandals! They’re the right amount of modest and slutty.”<<elseif $CK[2] is 3>>”Come on, sissy. Flats are so boring! You’d look so much better in heels.”<</if>> “Now that you’re dressed, let’s go back to my house. I can’t have you looking better than me, after all.” You descend down the stairs together to find one of your housemates returning. A couple of weeks ago, you’d be immensely glad that it isn’t Miss $Gray , but these days, her and $Hannah are becoming increasingly interchangeable. “Ah, $name ! I’m glad you’re here. I was looking forward to you cooking something.” Your step sister’s stream of thought is knocked off course when she sees who you’re with. “Oh, it’s your little “girlfriend.” I didn’t know Miss $Gray let you have friends over.” “Actually, $Hannah , I think you’ll find that I’m much more than a girlfriend, isn’t that right?” $Ash looks at you for affirmation. <<if $Home is 1>>”Umm…right!” You look at $Ash confused, unsure of what she wanted you to say.<<elseif $Home is 2>>”I could never dream of considering Mistress $Ash as my girlfriend. She’s a goddess, not a simple crush!” $Hannah laughs, which might normally be demeaning, but not when you’re defending your mistress’ honor.<</if>> “Sure, sure.” Your step sister responds sarcastically. “But I’m hungry, and I want dinner, so put on your cute maid outfit and get cooking." <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>> Mistress $Ash <</if>>interrupts before you get a chance to play peacekeeper. “You might want to check with //your// “girlfriend”, because me and her have an understanding: I get to train $name here as a sissy whenever I like, provided I get it approved with $Gray , which I did, so I’m afraid you’ll have to order takeout today.” $Hannah grunts. “I think you’ll find her maid duties are much more important than whatever dildo you’ll have her suck.” “Come on, sissy, we have more important things to do.” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>> Mistress $Ash <</if>> has you by the hand, and she’s reaching for the front door. [[Ash Clubbing Dinner<-”Maybe we can compromise…”]] [[Ash Clubbing No Dinner<-Leave]]

You look at <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>> Mistress $Ash <</if>>, who obviously wants to leave. $Hannah clearly is demanding that you stay, but maybe there’s an agreeable middle ground somewhere here. <<if $Home is 1>>”$Ash , did you factor eating in any of your plans?” “I think there are more important things that we shove down your throat.” “But if we could do both, it would be a bonus?” She groans a little. “I suppose it would be nice to go out on something more than an empty stomach.” After that, you turn to $Hannah . “And if you can accept that I can make dinner, can you accept $Ash also eating here as a compromise?” It takes a few seconds for her to come to an answer. “I suppose that’s agreeable.”\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>”Mistress, did you factor in getting some food in our plan today?” “There are more important things that we shove down your throat.” “But if we could do both, it would be a bonus?” She groans a little. “I suppose it would be nice to go out on something more than an empty stomach.” After that, you turn to $Hannah . “And if you can accept that I can make dinner, can you accept $Ash also eating here as a compromise?” It takes a few seconds for her to come to an answer. “I suppose that’s agreeable.”<</if>> “Awesome! I’ll cook; you two sit down and relax.” You breathe easy having brokered the deal of a century. The next 10 minutes will probably be intensely awkward, but hopefully the situation will improve once you’ve successfully impressed them with your culinary skills. <<if $Cooking lt 10>>//Shit.// After forging the truce, you can’t back out now, even after remembering your complete inability to cook. You follow a recipe book, concentrating too hard to listen in on the conversations of the two girls, but based on the lack of shouting, it’s at least not going poorly. You pour some pasta in a pot of water that’s placed on the hob, before taking out some vegetables from the fridge, which you slice with the ineptitude expected of a two year old using a plastic cutlery set.\ <<elseif $Cooking lt 20>>You’re certainly not a beginner chef, but equally, you’re not applying to go on any cooking TV shows either, as if you could work that into your busy schedule of maid tasks and sissy training anyway. You pour some pasta in a pot of water that’s placed on the hob, and remove some vegetables from the fridge that you competently slice up whilst only slightly worrying about accidentally cutting your finger. You can hear some talking in the background, which you take as a good sign that the two women have found some common ground, even if that means discussing the weather.\ <<elseif $Cooking gt 19>>You’re certainly confident in your culinary abilities to dispel the foul moods of the two women. In fact, you’re sure this meal, awkward company included, will be a favorite memory in recent times, for both women. You pour some pasta in a pot of water that’s placed on the hob, and remove some vegetables from the fridge that you expertly slice up into perfectly even pieces. You’re so assured in your abilities that you feel comfortable enough to tune into the conversation had between the two women at the table. The conversation isn’t particularly daring, but Miss $Gray is brought up surprisingly often.<</if>> [img[Images/Kitchen.jpg]] You’re about to serve the spaghetti carbonara when a certain somebody enters the kitchen. “Hi $Hannah , $name . $Ash ?” “Hi Miss $Gray .” “Just what have I missed?” $Hannah opts to answer. “$name ‘s girlfriend wanted to take her out, but we decided she should make us dinner first.” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash again shudders at being surmised as your “girlfriend” but for the sake of congeniality, she decides not to say anything.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash looks annoyed at again being called your “girlfriend”, and rightfully so, but based on how she doesn’t make a scene out of it, you figure she wouldn’t like you to.<</if>> “Why, I think that’s a wonderful idea. As the three most important people in $name ‘s life, it makes sense that we should be able to discuss things with each other. I just have one question: why isn’t our maid in her uniform?” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> and $Hannah look towards you, noting how you’re still dressed up to go out. “You sneaky little girl.” The three women sit down, and you give them all a healthy amount of food, along with the necessary cutlery and an accompanying drink. Then, you take a seat yourself, and tuck into your meal, which feels all the nicer after the compromise you had to make with your step sister and trainer. “So, have you ever had the chance to meet before?” Miss $Gray asks. “Only one time, dear.” $Hannah answers. “It was a strange day - being awoken by this strange woman and being told that my step brother had something to tell me.” “But I bet you’re glad that I made that happen, aren’t you?” $Hannah doesn’t answer at first. “Having a maid does have its perks.” <<if $Cooking lt 20 and $Home is 1>>The conversation is disrupted at $Ash spitting out her food. “Eww, this is disgusting. What exactly have you been teaching your maid? To use nail clippings as seasoning?” Miss $Gray looks comfortingly at $Hannah , but she’s far too busy staring daggers through $Ash . “We’ve been very busy training her to be obedient in everything else she does. $Gray2 has kept her busy doing all the chores, plus making her buy her hosiery and doing our nails. Her chef training has taken…a backseat.” “I can tell.” $Hannah ‘s close to slamming her knife and fork on the table. “And how have you been training her? Do we have you to blame for the smell of cum that lingers on any furniture our maid uses?” “Unless she’s been meeting with another mistress behind my back, yes, I think I’m the sole person you can credit with that.” “$Ash also assures me that $name has been very subservient to her, honey.” Miss $Gray suggests. You’re unsure if she’s being truthful about that report, because you get the impression your teacher wants to defuse the situation. “Well that’s a good thing. I just hope you’re not unlocking her chastity device too much. $Gray2 tells me it’s very important to keep sissies lusting after things to keep them obedient.” “I’ve not unlocked her once.” $Ash proudly states. “I can confirm.” “As can I.” “Hmm. Well perhaps if you weren’t so obsessed with seeing OUR maid taking cock, then she’d have more time to dedicate towards cooking.” “I think your “girlfriend” will attest to the quality of my training, regardless of what I’m getting out of it. And I do have to ask, if I call correctly, $name once said you had a great job. That, combined with Miss $Gray ‘s salary, should make you two quite well off, yet you’d rather see your sibling become a sissy maid as opposed to just hiring a maid. Why’s that?” “Last time I checked, $name lives under my roof. If I want her to be a maid, then that’s my prerogative.” “Okay then, but I have one more question. Has Miss $Gray ever actually opened up to you as to why she’s sissifying $name ?” You don’t need to see it to know it. Your teacher’s eyes roll, and she sighs. $Hannah ‘s wounds from their recent argument haven’t healed yet, and this is just reopening those scars. “Whatever my girlfriend’s motives are, I’m sure they’re better than your desires to feminize a man just because it’s the only thing that can get you off.” “Did $name ever tell you how it’s because of me that she stole your panties?” $Hannah throws her plate at the wall. “You bitch! Get out of my house. If you hadn’t told me about his sissy side then I wouldn’t have to deal with any of this!” Your step sister storms out. Miss $Gray looks at you and $Ash , resigned. “See you both at school.” After another sip of her drink, she chases after her girlfriend. “Have any more great ideas for us today, sissy? Come on, we’ve got stuff to do.” [[Ash Clubbing 4<-Continue][$AshR to $AshR - 1, $HannahR to $HannahR - 1]]\ <<elseif $Cooking lt 20 and $Home is 2>>The conversation is disrupted at Mistress $Ash spitting out her food. “Eww, this is disgusting. What exactly have you been teaching your maid? To use nail clippings as seasoning?” Miss $Gray looks comfortingly at $Hannah , but she’s far too busy staring daggers through Mistress $Ash . “We’ve been very busy training her to be obedient in everything else she does. $Gray2 has kept her busy doing all the chores, plus making her buy her hosiery and doing our nails. Her chef training has taken…a backseat.” “I can tell.” $Hannah ‘s close to slamming her knife and fork on the table. “And how have you been training her? Do we have you to blame for the smell of cum that lingers on any furniture our maid uses?” “Unless she’s been meeting with another mistress behind my back, yes, I think I’m the sole person you can credit with that.” “$Ash also assures me that $name has been very subservient to her, honey.” Miss $Gray suggests. You’re unsure if she’s being truthful about that report, because you get the impression your teacher wants to defuse the situation. “Well that’s a good thing. I just hope you’re not unlocking her chastity device too much. $Gray2 tells me it’s very important to keep sissies lusting after things to keep them obedient.” “I’ve not unlocked her once.” Your mistress proudly states. “I can confirm.” “As can I.” “Hmm. Well perhaps if you weren’t so obsessed with seeing OUR maid taking cock, then she’d have more time to dedicate towards cooking.” “I think your “girlfriend” will attest to the quality of my training, regardless of what I’m getting out of it. And I do have to ask, if I call correctly, $name once said you had a great job. That, combined with Miss $Gray ‘s salary, should make you two quite well off, yet you’d rather see your sibling become a sissy maid as opposed to just hiring a maid. Why’s that?” “Last time I checked, $name lives under my roof. If I want her to be a maid, then that’s my prerogative.” “Okay then, but I have one more question. Has Miss $Gray ever actually opened up to you as to why she’s sissifying $name ?” You don’t need to see it to know it. Your teacher’s eyes roll, and she sighs. $Hannah ‘s wounds from their recent argument haven’t healed yet, and this is just reopening those wounds. “Whatever my girlfriend’s motives are, I’m sure they’re better than your desires to feminize a man just because it’s the only thing that can get you off.” “Did $name ever tell you how it’s because of me that she stole your panties?” $Hannah throws her plate at the wall. “You bitch! Get out of my house. If you hadn’t told me about his sissy side then I wouldn’t have to deal with any of this!” Your step sister storms out. Miss $Gray looks at you and your mistress , resigned. “See you both at school.” After another sip of her drink, she chases after her girlfriend. “Have any more great ideas for us today, sissy? Come on, we’ve got stuff to do.” [[Ash Clubbing 4<-Continue][$AshR to $AshR - 1, $HannahR to $HannahR - 1]]\ <<elseif $Cooking gt 19 and $WeekChores gt 4>>”Now this food” your trainer begins “is delicious. Your maid must get a lot of practice.” $Hannah and Miss $Gray proudly exchange glances. “She does. In fact, we’ve had quite a bit of fun punishing her when she decides doing her chores isn’t worth her time.” “Right. Just recently, we realized the allure of a weekend was distracting her, so we gave her a curfew, and that’s on top of some of her other punishments.” “Other punishments? Oh, I just have to know!” “Well, I think my favorite would probably be how we disabled her access to porn.” “Really? That’s hilarious, but if she can’t masturbate anymore, I suppose there isn’t much point in watching porn, is there?” “Oh, but you didn’t have to go through all her folders and delete all the stuff she had downloaded. I wanted to scrub my eyes with some of her cleaning bleach. So much depraved material. She’s much better off without it.” “Porn does give people unrealistic expectations. $name watching some vanilla sex totally gives off the wrong idea!” They share a laugh before Miss $Gray adds to the conversation. “My personal favorite is her own little house. Me and $Hannah really are generous.” “I saw that. You know, with such nice people to share a house with, I’m surprised she hadn’t mentioned her kennel to me.” $Hannah has to put a hand on her chest for comfort. “She hadn’t brought it up once? You don’t think she’s embarrassed by it, do you?” “If you make her do all the chores in that maid dress, then I don’t see why she would be embarrassed over anything.”\ <<elseif $Cooking gt 19 and $WeekChores gt 2>>”Now this food” your trainer begins “is delicious. Your maid must get a lot of practice.” $Hannah and Miss $Gray proudly exchange glances. “She does. In fact, we’ve had quite a bit of fun punishing her when she decides doing her chores isn’t worth her time.” “Right. Just recently, we gave her some ankle cuffs to wear while doing chores. She spends much more time on them now, and that’s on top of some of her other punishments.” “Other punishments? Oh, I just have to know!” “Well, I think my favorite would probably be how we disabled her access to porn.” “Really? That’s hilarious, but if she can’t masturbate anymore, I suppose there isn’t much point in watching porn, is there?” “Oh, but you didn’t have to go through all her folders and delete all the stuff she had downloaded. I wanted to scrub my eyes with some of her cleaning bleach. So much depraved material. She’s much better off without it.” “Porn does give people unrealistic expectations. $name watching some vanilla sex totally gives off the wrong idea!” They share a laugh before Miss $Gray adds to the conversation. “My personal favorite is her own little house. Me and $Hannah really are generous.” “I saw that. You know, with such nice people to share a house with, I’m surprised she hadn’t mentioned her kennel to me.” $Hannah has to put a hand on her chest for comfort. “She hadn’t brought it up once? You don’t think she’s embarrassed by it, do you?” “If you make her do all the chores in that maid dress, then I don’t see why she would be embarrassed over anything.”\ <<elseif $Cooking gt 19 and $WeekChores gt 1>>”Now this food” your trainer begins “is delicious. Your maid must get a lot of practice.” $Hannah and Miss $Gray proudly exchange glances. “She does. In fact, we’ve had quite a bit of fun punishing her when she decides doing her chores isn’t worth her time.” “Punishments? Oh, I just have to know!” “Well, I think my favorite would probably be how we disabled her access to porn.” “Really? That’s hilarious, but if she can’t masturbate anymore, I suppose there isn’t much point in watching porn, is there?” “Oh, but you didn’t have to go through all her folders and delete all the stuff she had downloaded. I wanted to scrub my eyes with some of her cleaning bleach. So much depraved material. She’s much better off without it.” “Porn does give people unrealistic expectations. $name watching some vanilla sex totally gives off the wrong idea!” They share a laugh before Miss $Gray adds to the conversation. “My personal favorite is her own little house. Me and $Hannah really are generous.” “I saw that. You know, with such nice people to share a house with, I’m surprised she hadn’t mentioned her kennel to me.” $Hannah has to put a hand on her chest for comfort. “She hadn’t brought it up once? You don’t think she’s embarrassed by it, do you?” “If you make her do all the chores in that maid dress, then I don’t see why she would be embarrassed over anything.”\ <<elseif $Cooking gt 19 and $WeekChores gt 0>>”Now this food” your trainer begins “is delicious. Your maid must get a lot of practice.” $Hannah and Miss $Gray proudly exchange glances. “She does. In fact, we’ve had quite a bit of fun punishing her when she decides doing her chores isn’t worth her time.” “Punishments? Oh, I just have to know!” “Well, for the most part, she’s been a good maid, but she still has to sleep in that kennel outside after being a bad girl.” “I saw that. What an expensive gift…you two are so generous.” “We’ve not even had a single thank you, and there’s so many benefits to it! A hard surface is great for your back, and cool air helps you get higher quality sleep. Plus, she’s actually closer to the kitchen, so it makes her breakfast chores all the more easy.” “Sissies can be so ungrateful sometimes.”\ <<elseif $Cooking gt 19 and $WeekChores is 0>>”Now this food” your trainer begins “is delicious. Your maid must get a lot of practice.” "We keep her busy. And while she can be a little unpunctual at times, I don’t think we have a major complaint, yet, at least. And I think your teacher very much enjoys having a maid around the house.” Miss $Gray looks at $Hannah with a resigned glare. “I’m just saying that your teacher’s old apartment wasn’t the cleanest of places.” “You should see her classroom!” The irritated grin is now directed elsewhere. “I should get to at some point. $Gray2 has been to my workplace before. I think it’s only right that I get to see where she works, and where my step sister learns.” “You know, I think her desk drawers are filled with chastity belts.” “$Ash !” “It was a joke!” //No it wasn’t//<</if>> <<if $Cooking gt 19 and $Home is 1>>The rest of the meal is pleasantly peaceful; the bizarre company you’re forced to keep makes for some interesting conversations. Now, if it was brought up how $Ash wanted you to steal $Hannah ‘s panties so many moons ago, then maybe they’d return to their caustic comments, but right now, you’re a satiated bystander to their surprisingly friendly words. Plus, being around your teacher and step sister in an environment where you're not the immediate target of derision and humiliation allows you to observe them from a more neutral standpoint, and based on the looks they give each other, and the reaching for each other’s hands, it really does seem like they love each other. After a //joyful// hour, you and $Ash bid adieu to $Hannah and Miss $Gray . [[Ash Clubbing 4<-Continue][$S to $S - 3, $AshR to $AshR + 1, $HannahR to $HannahR + 1]]\ <<elseif $Cooking gt 19 and $Home is 2>>The rest of the meal is pleasantly peaceful; the bizarre company you’re forced to keep makes for some interesting conversations. Now, if it was brought up how Mistress $Ash wanted you to steal $Hannah ‘s panties so many moons ago, then maybe they’d return to their caustic comments, but right now, you’re a satiated bystander to their surprisingly friendly words. Plus, being around your teacher and step sister in an environment where you're not the immediate target of derision and humiliation allows you to observe them from a more neutral standpoint, and based on the looks they give each other, and the reaching for each other’s hands, it really does seem like they love each other. After a //joyful// hour, you and Mistress $Ash bid adieu to $Hannah and Miss $Gray . [[Ash Clubbing 4<-Continue][$S to $S - 3, $AshR to $AshR + 1, $HannahR to $HannahR + 1]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 19>>\ You follow <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash ‘s <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash ‘s <</if>>feet out the door, offering no resistance. Maybe Miss $Gray authorizing <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> to take you out like this without considering what it would mean for $Hannah might cause some sort of argument between them, but at the very least, you’re not upsetting your mistress. You arrive at <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash ‘s <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash ‘s <</if>>house quickly after departing your own. After tossing dresses, skirts, crop tops, and heels about like she were attempting to uncover some treasure, she eventually decides on an outfit that fits her requirements, whatever they may be. [[Ash Clubbing 5<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 20>>\ “You know, I never actually thought of $Gray ‘s first name that much…$Gray2 ? That’s weird. Could you imagine all of a sudden calling me by my last name?” “I don’t think I know your last name.” “That’s what I mean - you couldn’t even imagine it! Then again, I’m more likely to call you sissy than $name , so what do I know?” You arrive at <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash ‘s <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash ‘s <</if>>house quickly after departing your own. After tossing dresses, skirts, crop tops, and heels about like she were attempting to uncover some treasure, she eventually decides on an outfit that fits her requirements, whatever they may be. [[Ash Clubbing 5<-Continue]]

“So, it’s time for me to reveal what our night is going to look like, I suppose.” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>>says, much to your elation. Being kept in the dark by so many women about so many things has truly made you appreciate the truth the rare time that it comes. “Well, after training you for so long at Farrix, I think it’s time to take your sissy skills out on the town for a night out. There’s so many clubs in the city, and it’s a crime you’ve not been to one yet.” You have no clue how she was able to discern that, but she’s correct. <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> and you wander throughout the city for a while, searching for a nightclub that takes her fancy. She’s constantly teetering on her high heels, but still refuses to take a taxi, insisting that the perfect nightclub is “just around the corner”. Seeing her dressed in the tiny outfit she selected reminds you of your once simple relationship, before it was complicated by debates over control of your chastity key, and before she utilized the smallest of opportunities to train your holes at Farrix. [img[Images/Nightlife.jpg]] After a while, <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> seems to have found the perfect club, or is at least willing to compromise. To you, they all look the same, only differing in the color scheme of neon signs and the length of lines. For a while, you wait in a convoluted snake of red velvet ropes behind similar people wanting a good time. All the women are dressed roughly the same as <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash , as blasphemous as that it is.<</if>> There’s only minor variations in heel height and color, the skimpiness of skirts, and the amount of makeup decorating their feminine faces. The men in line, meanwhile, aren’t dressed to show nearly as much leg, and for the most part, just scrape by wearing shirts and jeans. The security guard inspecting people, dressed in all black and occasionally turning away a chump wearing sneakers and a tracksuit, thankfully doesn’t take any issue with you or <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>>, who takes you inside with a smile and an excited grasp of your hand. [[Ash Clubbing 6<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $H to $H + 2>>\ Inside the club, it’s a complete contrast to the environment outside. The dark night sky is replaced with a constantly moving rainbow of colors painting the ceiling. Noise goes from being an occasional passerby discussing what club to try next, to a thousand conversations shared in one room, with no word identifiable to a person or a pair in the huge club, which must be hosting at least 300 people right now, and the night has barely even begun. It’s a constant worry that you’ll be separated from <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash , which would leave you alone in such an alien environment.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash , which would be terrifying, on top of a missed opportunity to spend time with her.<</if>> [img[Images/Club.jpg]] “You look so robotic! You can move your body, you know? No one’s going to approach you if you're not willing to dance, so come on - dance with me.” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>>stands parallel to you, and you observe her movements. There doesn’t seem to be a rhyme or reason to the way she waves her arms in the air, or the way she shakes her hips like a gravity-defying hula hoop were circling her. Despite your unfamiliarity, you copy her style, being as loose with your body as it’ll let you on such short notice. You’re starting to think you’ve got it when the song suddenly switches to a new tune. “I love this one!” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> yells. She switches up her style of dancing, and so you decide to as well, this time using your legs more. And even though the environment is terrifyingly different from anything you’re used to, you get used to the grove of the songs, to the movement of people around you, the occasional grope, whether it be inadvertent or intentional. “You’re doing great! Hold on, I’ll be back in a moment.” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> disappears into the sea of people, leaving you alone. <<if $Home is 1>>[[Ash Clubbing H1 1<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>[[Ash Clubbing H2 1<-Continue]] <</if>>

Thankfully, you’re not alone in this alien place for long, and what $Ash was looking for quickly reveals itself. “Sissy, I want you to meet...” $Ash looks at the guy beside her, encouraging him to give you a name. “I’m Mark.” He holds out a hand, which you shake. His palm is sweaty - perhaps he’s as unfamiliar with places like this as you are. “Sissy, I want you to dance with Mark - it would turn me on so much to see you get flirty with him, and you do want to please me, don’t you?” You mumble something that gets lost in the sea of noise. Understanding her power of you, though, you opt to move closer to the man, much closer, and begin dancing. You throw your arms in the air, taking it as a bonus if they touch his body. You lean in extra close, ensuring your chest is both visible to him, but also pressed against his own. It’s so much that $Ash asks you to cool it a little, worried about scaring the man off. But when you can feel a certain part of his body pulsing against your butt, you know you’re doing something right, and $Ash decides to make it even more intimate still. She whispers something in Mark’s ear, and he nods in excited approval. “Come on sissy, let’s go somewhere a little more private.” [[Ash Clubbing H1 2<-Continue]]

<<set $W17J1 to 1>>\ “Oh my god, $name , is that you?” Over the kaleidoscoping noise, one voice sticks out to you - a familiar one, even if it’s one you’ve not heard in a while. Turning around, you’re confronted by $Jen . <<if $JenR gt 1>>”It’s been so long! How have you been?” //I can’t remember the last time someone asked me that and meant it// The answer is a confusing one, and one that you’d have to think about for at least a few hours to be confident in, but simply say it’s “fantastic!” “That’s great! It’s cool that you’re wearing your sissy side so confidently in public now!” She compliments, looking you up and down. “I didn’t think this place would be your scene, though.” “I’ve never actually been to a club before.” “Oh really? What made a random Wednesday after school be the day you finally broke?” “Mistress $Ash brought me here.” $Jen is silent. At first you think she might not have heard you, owing to the noise of the venue, but her facial expressions make it clear she understood your words well. “”Mistress?” Damn, I forgot about how submissive you sissies are. But $Ash? As in $Ash from your class?” You nod. “She’s the light of my life.” “That’s strangely romantic.” “Romantic?” You laugh at her comment. “It’s not like that at all. I just love serving her; she’s my everything. I don’t know what I’d do without her.” “You never talked about her like this before. Just what happened to get you so…beneath her?” There’s another question that you have no idea the answer to. It’s like one day, you just…woke up to her majesty. “I just hung out around her long enough that I saw how amazing she was.” $Jen unconvincingly nods in faux agreement. “Right.” A hand reaches over $Jen ‘s shoulder, encouraging her elsewhere. “$name , I have to go, but don’t worry, we’ll see each other again; I’ll make sure of it.”\ <<elseif $JenR lt 2>>”I haven’t seen you since that day when you wore a skirt and blouse to Farrix - I still can’t get over how pathetic you looked.” She looks you up and down. “And nothing’s changed!” She laughs. “But why are you here? Don’t you have some dicks to be sucking in an alley somewhere, or something else equally disgusting?” “Mistress $Ash brought me here.” $Jen is silent. At first you think she might not have heard you, owing to the noise of the venue, but her facial expressions make it clear she understood your words well. “”Mistress?” Damn, I forgot about how submissive you sissies are. But $Ash? As in $Ash from your class?” You nod. “She’s the light of my life.” “You sound so pathetic.” Emboldened by a perceived slight to your mistress, you go into defensive mode. “I don’t care what you think. The only thing that matters to me is my mistress.” “You’re so quick to cry, it’s hilarious. But what on earth happened that made you so loyal to that bitch?” “Don’t talk about Mistress $Ash like that! She loves my sissy side, and she would never think about extorting me over it!” A hand reaches over $Jen ‘s shoulder, encouraging her elsewhere. “It was nice seeing you, pansy, but I’ll make sure we run into each other a little more often now.”<</if>> [[Ash Clubbing H2 2<-Continue]]

Mistress $Ash returns shortly after $Jen departs, her final comment, as concerning as it was, quickly dissipates upon seeing your goddess. Strangely, her presence comes with another person: a man, around your age. “Sissy, I want you to meet...” Mistress $Ash looks at the guy, encouraging him to give you a name. “I’m Mark.” He holds out a hand, which you shake. His palm is sweaty - perhaps he’s as unfamiliar with places like this as you are. “Sissy, I want you to dance with Mark - it would turn me on so much to see you get flirty with him, and you do want to please me, don’t you?” “Of course, mistress!” Mark looks a little confused at hearing you refer to Mistress $Ash by her title, but he doesn’t think much more about it when you start dancing only inches from his body. Only moments ago, you were a virgin dancer, but when Mistress $Ash specifically wants to see you please a man, and with her lust at stake, you have more than enough motivation. You throw your arms in the air, taking it as a bonus if they touch his body. You lean in extra close, ensuring your chest is both visible to him, but also pressed against his own. It’s so much that Mistress $Ash asks you to cool it a little, worried about scaring the man off. But when you can feel a certain part of his body pulsing against your butt, you know you’re doing something right, and Mistress $Ash decides to make it even more intimate still. She whispers something in Mark’s ear, and he nods in excited approval. “Come on sissy, let’s go somewhere a little more private.” [[Ash Clubbing H2 3<-Continue]]

After all that time looking for somewhere to dance, Mistress $Ash quickly decides to leave, your party number increased to 3. Curiously, her next destination isnot a different club, but instead, a dirty, run down alley that’s barely visible from the streets on either side. There’s an unpleasant smell originating from the neglected black bags of trash, and you hear rats scurry away in response to your footsteps, which are eagerly led by Mistress $Ash . [img[Images/Alley.jpg]] “This isn’t my preferred spot to get off, but whatever.” Mistress’ attention turns to you. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get to sucking.” Looking towards Mark, you see he’s already got his pants wrapped around his ankles, his trouser snake unsheathed and looking right at you. This is what your training has been preparing you for. Now, in this moment, you’re hungrier for cock than you ever thought was possible. It’s not just the attractiveness of the hard dick itself, it’s also the sight of Mistress $Ash next to you, a wide grin across her face, two hands braced on her thighs to stabilize herself - she’s turned on more than you are. Your knees buckle onto the hard ground and your two hands wrap around the base of the dick, massaging it, whilst your mouth proves its worth on the head of the cock, teasing the tip with a moistened tongue. “YES SISSY!” Out of your peripheral vision, you see Mistress $Ash leaning against a brick wall, her own hands working their way up her skirt. The sight only encourages you more, and you start sucking the dick properly. With the enthusiasm of a whore trying to make money as quickly as possible, your head plunges onto the man’s love rod, and his moans are an encouraging testament to your abilities. [img[Images/P - Alley BJ 1.jpg]] The ring made by your pursed lips lovingly work the man’s cock with the expertise they impressed Mistress $Ash with. Even though the situation is terrifyingly different to what you practiced (a cold alley isn’t nearly as comfortable as the disused toilet at Farrix) your familiarity at sucking phallic objects allows you to nearly reach orgasm just from the sensation of giving head. And based on the moans of the man and Mistress $Ash , you’re not the only one. Your Goddess is shameless, and her cries of sexual ecstasy might be audible in the mess of noise present in the adjacent club. There’s a wet slapping sound coming from the friction of her hand continually masturbating herself. Meanwhile, Mark isn’t nearly as graceful in his moans. He sounds like any man found in porn, vanilla porn, at least, and it’s because of that you’re not surprised at feeling his dick tensing up: a prelude to your dessert. Figuring it will be the hottest thing for your mistress, you unimpale yourself from the mighty cock and jerk it to completion. The splattering of cum that shoots onto your waiting face feels much hotter than the fake cum Mistress $Ash made, and it also feels like more jizz than you’ve made in a single load either, and it seems to go on for an impressively long amount of time. Semen coats your forehead, cheeks, nose, lips, and even neck. Even with the job seemingly done, though, you suck at the tip a little more, to drain it of cum entirely. “That was, uh, great, thanks…sissy…” After struggling with his pants, he nervously hops away. Evidently, post nut clarity hit hard, and he realized the bizarre situation and didn’t want to be a part of it anymore. Mistress $Ash , meanwhile, is celebrating the occasion with an orgasm of her own, with her screams of joy reaching a peak for the night. When she’s finished basking in the moment, you offer her a hand back to her feet. “Oh sissy, that was the greatest thing I’ve ever seen. My chastised slave blowing a complete stranger just because I asked you to…my life’s perfect.” After that, she demands you accompany her home. “Now that I know for sure you’re capable of this, your life’s going to change for the better. If having me as a mistress wasn’t enough, now we’ll be going on these adventures quite often.” She almost squeaks with glee when it’s time to say goodbye. After that you walk home yourself, still so excited from what just happened that the cum currently drying on your face slips your mind. [img[Images/P - Alley BJ 2.jpg]] [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 23, $CumS to $CumS + 1, $SuckS to $SuckS + 1, $L to $L + 3]]

<<set $HomeworkHelp1 to 1>>\ “$name , wait up!” A new voice calls out to you. Turning around, you recognize the girl from your science class, or at least, you think you do; faces aren't really what you're staring at. “I have a business proposition for you. I just can't do this science homework for the life of me! It's about biology or whatever. Could you do it for me by next Monday? I'd make it worth your while.” She hands a crumpled up piece of paper to you, and a quick peek confirms it as being some biology-related topic from Mr Hawt's class. Caught off guard, you don't give the girl a committed answer. It's not like it's a matter of grave importance, and neither has the girl informed you of your incentive in the matter. That said, a few extra bucks would certainly be appreciated, especially since it shouldn't take that long anyway. [[4-1d Lunch<-Continue]]

“Hey, $name !” The same girl from roughly a week ago calls out to you, conveniently on the way to the very lesson she wanted you to do her homework for. “So…” she cutely begins “did you find the time to do the work for me?” <<if $HomeworkHelp1 lt 2>>You’re left scratching the back of your neck. “Err, sorry. I just didn’t get around to it.” “Oh.” She doesn’t hide her disappointment, but it doesn’t seem to affect her for long as a smile returns to her face. “No worries! I’m sure you were, like, super busy anyway, so it’s no biggie. And it’s Mr Hawt anyway, he’s as nice as Miss Bullthrough is cruel.” She laughs at her point, one which you can appreciate. Of course, if she was going to rely on your science teacher being nice anyway, it does beg the question of why she asked you to do the homework in the first place.\ <<elseif $HomeworkHelp1 gt 1>><<set $I to $I + 5>>You eagerly take out the slip of paper hosting the completed science homework and hand it to her. As could be expected of someone who would delegate their work to someone else, she doesn’t even bother to check the answers. “Thanks! You’ve really helped me out here.” She digs into her handbag for something, the mystery item soon revealing itself to be a five dollar note. “Take this - a token of my appreciation!” After that, she skips along to her next class, science. You pocket the cash. //Not bad for an hour’s work//<</if>> <<if visited("AshW1 Ask")>>[[AshW1 earlyb<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Ash W1 home")>>[[AshW1 lateb<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[5-1c Lesson<-Continue]]<</if>>

"Oh?" She jots your answer, along with some of her own words, down on a piece of paper. "Next image." She flips over another sheet, replacing the picture of the previous flower. [img[Images/Green test - pink flower.jpg]] [[Miss Green Test 4<-Calm]] [[Miss Green Test 4<-Nervous]] [[Miss Green Test 4<-Envious]] [[Miss Green Test 4<-Comfortable]]

"I see." She takes a small pause for the purpose of some more notes. "And this image?" [img[Images/Green test - red car.jpg]] [[Miss Green Test 5<-Excitement]] [[Miss Green Test 5<-Scared]] [[Miss Green Test 5<-Anger]] [[Miss Green Test 5<-Nostalgia]]

"I see, I see. This next one is less about color, and more about me wanting to find a trend. Remember - the first thought that comes to mind!" [img[Images/Green test - feet.jpg]] [[Miss Green Test 6<-Disgust]] [[Miss Green Test 6<-Lust]] [[Miss Green Test 6<-Envy]] [[Miss Green Test 6<-Submission]]

"Ah, okay." Miss Green remarks as she scrambles to make more notes. "How about this one?" [img[Images/Green test - firework.jpg]] [[Miss Green Test 7<-Excitement]] [[Miss Green Test 7<-Fear]] [[Miss Green Test 7<-Comfort]] [[Miss Green Test 7<-Alone]]

"Oh...okay. Very well. Final question - another one to confirm some of my suspicions." [img[Images/Green test - handcuffs.jpg]] [[Miss Green Test 8<-Comfort]] [[Miss Green Test 8<-Lust]] [[Miss Green Test 8<-Weak]] [[Miss Green Test 8<-A desire for revenge]]

<<set $TeacherPunish to 2>>\ She jots down her final notes. Through this entire exam, test, or whatever it was, she always showed the same keen excitement which you associate with her, and that doesn’t end when she stands up to shake your hand. “Thank you so much for all your help, $name . This study will help my research immensely. My ideas of innate versus nurtured gender identities will be treated much more seriously now!” She wanders over to her desk, searching inside her large handbag. Given her aloof nature, you can only imagine some of the nearly Seussian items which reside there. What she’s looking for, however, quickly proves to be as mundane as can be. Pulling out a few notes from her purse, she hands them to you. “Here - a small token of my appreciation towards my favorite student.” You pocket the 40$ and head for the door, but something stops you as your hands grasp the handle. This study, from what you can gather, is about gender. A couple months ago, you would have had no issue with giving your answers and then leaving, but now, it’s not so black and white. As the women in your life seem so keen to point out, you’re rather feminine, your choice in the matter irrelevant. If Miss Green is truly doing some scientific research, then you’re a horrible example if she views you as a man. In fact, it could jeopardize the entire project. Perhaps you should say something to help her conclusions? [[Miss Green Test Stay<-Admit you’re a poor example of a man][$I to $I + 40]] [[Miss Green Test Leave<-Leave][$I to $I + 40]]

Perhaps if she forked up a little more than 40$, or if this were a longer running experiment, you might care enough to interrupt her, but you came, answered her questions, got paid, and are now leaving. You never had an obligation to clarify your questionable position on the spectrum of feminine and masculine, and so you owe Miss Green nothing. Of course, maybe you’re just avoiding thinking about your continual sissification at the hands of Miss $Gray and $Ash , or maybe you’re just seeking to avoidness the incredible awkwardness of admitting to someone else that you’re a sissy. In any case, you leave, considerably richer for only an hour’s work. [[10-1f<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $L to $L + 1]]

“Miss Green?” “Yes, $name ? What is it? Did you want any help with your homework? The textbooks hold all the answers you need.” “No, no, it’s not about that. It’s about the study.” “Oh yes, the study, of course! What about it?” “Well, I’m not sure I’m the best person to look at for answers when it comes to gender, if you know what I mean.” Your cheeks blush a little, but it’s surprisingly not that embarrassing to have to admit this to someone. Perhaps your teacher’s aloof manner, or maybe the nature of her work, is subconsciously comforting. “Oh, you were worried about //that//. $name , I’m good at many things, one of them being reading people. And you? I had you pegged as being a little on the other side of feminine the first time I met you. Why do you think I asked you for this task? There’s enough girls at this school to help me, and I’ll need a good amount of answers from some boys, but you’re my middle ground - a person to bridge the gap between those groups’ answers. You being a sissy is actually something that’s interested me for a long time - you’re always fun to look at during lessons, and to consider the possibilities of what’s going on in your mind.” “Oh.” Clearly, Miss Green had already accounted for that, which isn’t encouraging for your masculinity. “I guess I’ll leave then.” “Thanks again, $name !” The door closes behind you. Whilst you are shaken, there’s a strange feeling from someone actually being intrigued by your femininity, instead of people trying to make you even girlier, or trying to take advantage of you because of it. [[10-1f<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $L to $L + 1]]

After all that time looking for somewhere to dance, $Ash quickly decides to leave, your party number increased to 3. Curiously, her next destination isnot a different club, but instead, a dirty, run down alley that’s barely visible from the streets on either side. There’s an unpleasant smell originating from the neglected black bags of trash, and you hear rats scurry away in response to your footsteps, which are eagerly led by $Ash . [img[Images/Alley.jpg]] “This isn’t my preferred spot to get off, but whatever.” Her attention turns to you. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get to sucking.” Looking towards Mark, you see he’s already got his pants wrapped around his ankles, his trouser snake unsheathed and looking right at you. This is what your training has been preparing you for. Now, in this moment, you’re not sure if all that training was enough - you’re still wary of a cock being inside your mouth, but with the control $Ash has over you, if you ever want to touch your own dick again, this is the only way. $Ash herself is close by, two hands braced on her thighs to stabilize herself - her lust is clearly at an all-time high. Your knees buckle onto the hard ground and your two hands wrap around the base of the dick, massaging it, whilst your mouth proves its worth on the head of the cock, teasing the tip with a moistened tongue. “YES SISSY!” Out of your peripheral vision, you see $Ash leaning against a brick wall, her own hands working their way up her skirt. The sight only encourages you more, and you start sucking the dick properly. With the enthusiasm of a whore trying to make money as quickly as possible, your head plunges onto the man’s love rod, and his moans are an encouraging testament to your abilities. [img[Images/P - Alley BJ 1.jpg]] The ring made by your pursed lips lovingly work the man’s cock with the expertise they impressed $Ash with. Even though the situation is terrifyingly different to what you practiced (a cold alley isn’t nearly as comfortable as the disused toilet at Farrix) your familiarity at sucking phallic objects allows you to nearly reach orgasm just from the sensation of giving head. And based on the moans of the man and $Ash , you’re not the only one. She’s shameless, and her cries of sexual ecstasy might be audible in the mess of noise present in the adjacent club. There’s a wet slapping sound coming from the friction of her hand continually masturbating herself. Meanwhile, Mark isn’t nearly as graceful in his moans. He sounds like any man found in porn, vanilla porn, at least, and it’s because of that you’re not surprised at feeling his dick tensing up: a prelude to your dessert. [[Ash Clubbing H1 Face<-Jerk it onto your face]] [[Ash Clubbing H1 Mouth<-Suck it to completion]] [[Ash Clubbing H1 Ruin<-Ruin his orgasm]]

Figuring it will be the hottest thing for your trainer to see, you unimpale yourself from the mighty cock and jerk it to completion. The splattering of cum that shoots onto your waiting face feels much hotter than the fake cum $Ash made, and it also feels like more jizz than you’ve made in a single load either, and it seems to go on for an impressively long amount of time. Semen coats your forehead, cheeks, nose, lips, and even neck. Even with the job seemingly done, though, you suck at the tip a little more, to drain it of cum entirely. “That was, uh, great, thanks…sissy…” After struggling with his pants, he nervously hops away. Evidently, post nut clarity hit hard, and he realized the bizarre situation and didn’t want to be a part of it anymore. $Ash , meanwhile, is celebrating the occasion with an orgasm of her own, with her screams of joy reaching a peak for the night. When she’s finished basking in the moment, you offer her a hand back to her feet. “Oh sissy, that was the greatest thing I’ve ever seen. My chastised slave blowing a complete stranger just because I asked you to…my life’s perfect.” After that, she demands you accompany her home. “Now that I know for sure you’re capable of this, your life’s going to change for the better. If having me as a mistress wasn’t enough, now we’ll be going on these adventures quite often.” She almost squeaks with glee when it’s time to say goodbye. After that you walk home yourself, still so excited from what just happened that the cum currently drying on your face slips your mind. [img[Images/P - Alley BJ 2.jpg]] [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 23, $CumS to $CumS + 1, $SuckS to $SuckS + 1, $L to $L + 2]]

You continue as you have been for the past few minutes: blowing the cock like you wish someone would blow yours. Of course, because this is how you opt to finish Mark off, his jizz mostly circumvents your taste buds, and instead shoots straight down your throat. Even though it’s hard to tell, you know his orgasm is lasting an impressively long time. Eventually though, the tensing of his rock hard member dies down. “That was, uh, great, thanks…sissy…” After struggling with his pants, he nervously hops away. Evidently, post nut clarity hit hard, and he realized the bizarre situation and didn’t want to be a part of it anymore. $Ash , meanwhile, is celebrating the occasion with an orgasm of her own, with her screams of joy reaching a peak for the night. When she’s finished basking in the moment, you offer her a hand back to her feet. “Oh sissy, that was the greatest thing I’ve ever seen. My chastised slave blowing a complete stranger just because I asked you to…my life’s perfect.” After that, she demands you accompany her home. “Now that I know for sure you’re capable of this, your life’s going to change for the better. If having me as a mistress wasn’t enough, now we’ll be going on these adventures quite often.” She almost squeaks with glee when it’s time to say goodbye. After that you walk home yourself, ignoring the fact your mouth must reek of cum. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 23, $CumS to $CumS + 1, $SuckS to $SuckS + 1, $L to $L + 2]]

<<set $AshR to $AshR - 1>>\ Hearing and seeing what this is doing to your trainer, $Ash , you’re filled with an amount of rage that almost threatens to throw off your dick sucking abilities. She’s feminized you, and now she’s getting off on seeing what she’s done to you. Her actions towards you have shown such disregard for your own feelings, and that finally seems to be getting a rise out of you. Unfortunately, if you stormed up to her and expressed all this, she’d never let your penis see daylight again. Instead, maybe there’s a way you can ruin her pleasure by more literally ruining his. You take the cock out of your mouth and make it seem like you’ll finish him to completion with your hand, all over your waiting face. Even if you’ve not been able to jerk off in what feels like forever, you know the signs that someone’s on the edge, and just when it seems like his load will shoot like a cannon onto you, you stop the stimulation, and turn to $Ash . “Mistress, how do I know when a man will cum?” You feign ignorance on the topic, which causes her to shake off her lustful thoughts and return to reality. “Sissy, what are you doing?!” The man’s cum drips out of his cock limply thanks to the ruined orgasm. It leaks lethargically onto your hair and body and you pretend to only just notice. “Oh! I’m sorry! I guess you were just about to! Do you want to go for round two? I promise I’ll make sure you cum properly.” “No, it’s…uh, fine, thanks, sissy.” He grunts, pulling up his pants. “Damnit.” The man curses his luck, clearly believing your performance. You have to stifle a smile from appearing across your face. “You idiot!” $Ash rushes over and slaps you. “I was so close to cumming, and you just have to mess it up for me, don’t you?” She grunts too, but she’s much more obvious about her anger. “You know you’ll never be able to make me cum as a man, don’t you? You’re such a failure. Only when you’re pleasing an actual man will you turn me on. Ughhhh! I can’t even look at you right now!” She storms off, presumably back home. Now, you don’t have to stifle your laughter, and when she’s out of listening range, you even laugh a bit, almost maniacally. //Maybe I have no choice in my sissification, but I’m sure I can undermine her attempts to get off from it// You head home yourself, inspired by this devious plan. If she took you clubbing today, she probably has other plans in store for you soon too, and maybe it’s time to ensure Murphy’s Law. [img[Images/Alley 2.jpg]] [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 23, $SuckS to $SuckS + 1, $L to $L + 2, $S to $S - 2]]

[img[Images/Biology.png]] You take out the piece of paper the girl gave you (which could be confused with some scrap from the trash, based on how crumpled it is), and get ready to do someone else's homework. On the plus side, it didn't come with the threat of a swirly if you didn't. Immediately scanning the page, you're left baffled at what could have left the girl unable to complete it herself. The questions are as basic as to be expected in a fourth week of content, and even if it were completed with entirely incorrect answers, Mr Hawt has proven to be so nice that it likely wouldn't be an issue. You look at question 1. “Which tube allows a male to pee the liquid stored in the bladder?” A light bulb turns on in your head as it becomes clear why you were asked for help above anyone else. Seeing you were a guy, she must have thought you had some omnipotent knowledge of biology, at least when it comes to males. Of course, the answer’s easy. It's: [[HH1b<-Testicles][$HomeworkHelp1 to 2]] [[HH1b<-Urethra][$HomeworkHelp1 to 3]] [[HH1b<-Scrotum][$HomeworkHelp1 to 4]] [[HH1b<-Testicles][$HomeworkHelp1 to 5]] [[HH1b<-Photosynthesis][$HomeworkHelp1 to 6]]

You proudly write in “<<if $HomeworkHelp1 is 2>>testicles<<elseif $HomeworkHelp1 is 3>>urethra<<elseif $HomeworkHelp1 is 4>>scrotum<<elseif $HomeworkHelp1 is 5>>vagina<<elseif $HomeworkHelp1 is 6>>photosynthesis<</if>>”, confident in your answer so much so that you don’t think twice about it. The rest of the page continues in much the same vein, with questions about trivially simple biology that you fill in with little worry about being wrong. It takes barely an hour to complete the task, but you're glad when you do, and can do something a little more fun, soon to be owed by a girl at Farrix. [[Computer<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S + 1, $L to $L - 1]]

Entering the small shop promising to copy keys at an affordable price, a mischievous thought hits you. //Miss $Gray wants my key, but I'll still be able to unlock myself if I have a copy// Emboldened by your opportunity to thwart your teacher's control, you eagerly head to the counter, where there's a man smiling in your direction. <<if $CC2 lt 3>>[[Escape Chastity 1b<-Give him the key]]<<else>>You don’t have the key to your cage right now<</if>> [[Mall<-Leave]]

<<set $EscapeChastity to 2>>\ <<set $H to $H + 1>>\ “Hi, I need a key to be copied.” “That's what I'm here for. How many copies do you need? Just one? We have offers for as little as two copies to ensure you don't have to worry about losing your key again.” “Just one, please.” With how important it is, you're confident that this isn't going to be something you lose any time soon. “Oh, of course.” He replies, a little saddened that he couldn't convince you to spend a little more money. “Well, you won't find a better key copper in the whole city! I guarantee a successful service every time, that's why they call me Keith the Crackin’ Key Crafter.” //No one calls you that but yourself// “Now, I just need to use your original key.” He looks at the counter, anticipating that you place down the necessary item. Digging it out of your pocket, you plant it on the surface with increasing excitement. “Oh.” Keith says, not disappointed, but definitely surprised. “This is a really small key.” “Yeah, I know. You can copy it though, can't you?” “Well, I didn't get my nickname by turning down offers, and I'd normally say it's not the size that matters, it's the lock you're putting it in.” He heartily laughs, but you wish he'd just get to the point, if he even has one. “But this key, it's too small. Such a delicate piece of metal needs a suitably precise piece of machinery. I just don't have that I'm afraid.” You sigh, his promises of great service broken just because your key is smaller than average. You barely bother to thank the man, who's proven to be nothing but a fake hope raiser and time waster, before heading to the door. But on your way out, you spot a poster on the wall. Keith the Crackin' Key Crafter is advertising his own services in his store for some reason. One piece of advertisement in particular grabs your interest. “My time-backed methods of metallurgy promise a better result than those untrustworthy 3D printers. Happy shopping!” Your hopes are raised quickly again. //Of course! I just need to find someone with a 3D printer, and then they'll be able to forge me a copy. I'm sure there are plenty of people online who offer those services// [[Mall<-Return to the mall]]

<<set $EscapeChastity to 3>>\ You eagerly search for “3D key printers” on your computer, and are immediately encouraged by the seemingly endless supply of people offering exactly what you’re looking for. “We can 3D print anything you want, but most of our customers are interested in keys, action figures and personalized signs. Whatever you want, there’s something for you!” The first site you click on boasts, and thanks to the impressive pictures of their setup, you immediately have much more faith in them than you do Keith, from Keith’s Crackin’ Key Crafters. “If you want us to print something precise, you’ll need to send us a copy of what you want. For instance, an original key which we can then scan and copy the details into the new product.” //Shit// This disheartening message is one you see on almost every website you see. Of course, there’s no way you can send in your key. Miss $Gray takes it back every weekday. Even if you sent it on a Friday, it couldn’t arrive on time to the printer for them to work their magic with it, and then for them to return it in time for 8 o'clock on Monday morning. This plan seems to be a bust. “Of course, if you have the specifications scanned yourself, we can use them to print the new item for you.” Out of the thousands of websites you’ve searched through, this one seems to be your savior. If you can just scan the key, you’ll be able to send this printer the details. The easiest way to do that, you figure, would be to check the labs at Farrix to see if you can use their facilities. Seeing if you can use their printers would be too cheeky, and you’re not versed in that machinery anyway, but they might be willing to let you scan the key at least. You're left smiling at your progress - escaping chastity isn’t as impossible as you thought it’d be, and messing with your teacher’s plans is proving devilishly fun. [[Computer<-Return][$S to $S - 1, $H to $H + 3]]

<<set $EscapeChastity to 4>>\ <<set $EscapeChastity3 to 0>>\ You meander to the nerdier side of Farrix Academy for Girls, where the computer rooms and science labs are more prevalent. If you thought about it, you might be upset that you don’t get to do a neat subject like computing, but in actuality, it’s quite low down on injustices in your life. But if your plan goes as intended, you’ll be a step closer to scratching one off that list. Peaking through one of the windows down the hallway, you see what you believe you need. There’s several boxes that look like 3D printers, and if you can just get in there for a few minutes uninterrupted, you’re certain you could scan your chastity key. Sadly, there’s a few students working overtime, as well as a teacher overseeing them. Sneaking in is off the table, but maybe you can charm your way into success. You knock on the door before entering. “Hi, I’m $name . I was wondering if you might be able to help me with a project I’m working on.” You phrase the statement as a question, hoping she takes kindly on your deference. “It’s nice to meet you, $name , I’m Miss Clyde. I was told of a boy coming to Farrix, but I assumed it was something of a joke; now here you are in the flesh. Well, I certainly might be able to help you. What exactly is this “project”?” “It’s…a science project. I want to see how different materials react to acids and alkalis. I have this steel key which I’m going to use for one test.” You take your chastity key out of its pocket to show her “but now I need other materials.” “I see. But where do I come in?” “Well, my science teacher says the objects should have the same dimensions. I was hoping to scan the key here so that I can order keys in other materials.” Miss Clyde is silent, but you’re not sure if she’s thinking about how allowable your request is, or how unbelievable your story is. Perhaps if she does find it unbelievable, she won’t think you’re up to anything nefarious and have a problem with it. “I don’t have a problem with that.” //Yes!// She guides you over to one of the machines. “Have you used one of these before?" [img[Images/3D Printer.jpg]] “I can’t say I have.” You reply, taking in the cool looking box used to scan and print objects. “It’s a neat piece of kit. May I?” She looks towards the tiny key. You oblige and hand it to her. Miss Clyde inspects it a little before placing it roughly in the center of the machine, and pressing several buttons on the adjacent console, each tap giving off a satisfying “beep”. That triggers the computer to come to life, and you hear a click of a lock in the door of the printer. You expect to see red lasers swipe at the key like a brush - that’s certainly how sci-fi flicks portray these kinds of things, but rather disappointingly, the magic going on is mostly invisible. Though you’d have no way of knowing, Miss Clyde predicts the moment it’s done, her hand moving to open the door the second the lock disengages. “Here’s your key” she presses a few more buttons on the console, and that results in a piece of paper being churned out from a nearby paper printer “and here’s your specs.” You take the slip of paper. It’s hard for a person unfamiliar with this kind of technology to make sense of it, but it fills you with glee nonetheless: you’re one step closer to genital freedom. “I must say, I’m pleasantly surprised at how intuitive you’ve been during this project of yours. Who’s your tutor? This kind of dedication is worthy of commendation.” //Damnit// If you tell her the truth, that it’s Miss $Gray , then your teacher might be able to figure out what you’re up to by using the printer here. And if Miss Clyde mentioned the key, you’d definitely be screwed. But at the same time, you don’t know a single other tutor at Farrix. [[Escape Chastity 3b<-Tell the truth][$EscapeChastity3 to 1]] [[Escape Chastity 3b<-”It’s, um…][$EscapeChastity3 to 2]]

<<if $EscapeChastity3 is 1>>"It’s Miss $Gray .” You curse your decision to be honest immediately afterwards. “Oh, Miss $Gray .” She looks irritated for a moment. “Well, if I have the time, I’ll see if I can send her an email.” For whatever reason, Miss Clyde’s enthusiasm to praise you just died down significantly. You can only hope she remains busy, because if she does send that email, Miss $Gray will be breathing down your neck like a dragon.\ <<elseif $EscapeChastity3 is 2>>”It’s um…Miss…Wall…chair.” You cough a little, hoping Miss Clyde didn’t hear your pathetic attempt at lying. “Oh…she must be new. Well, if I get the chance to, I’ll make sure to introduce myself to her, and bring up you and your dedication too.”<</if>> “It was nice meeting you, but if you don’t mind, I have other students to attend to.” Miss Clyde excuses herself to do her teacherly duties. With the key in one hand, and a sheet of paper in the other, you’re now equipped for the next step in escaping chastity, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t preoccupied worrying about your tutor getting an all too welcome email. [[5-1f<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S + 1]]

You load up the bookmarked website and begin to place your order. On top of describing your request, you upload a picture of the sheet containing the specifications of your chastity key, and with them, all your hopes. “Hi there.” A virtual assistant welcomes you. “It looks like you’re ordering a small item in steel. That will be 29.99$. How would you like to pay?” <<if $I gt 29>>[[Escape Chastity 4b<-Continue with your payment][$I to $I - 30]]<<else>>You don’t have enough money<</if>> [[Computer<-Return]]

“Excellent! And how would you like your product delivered?” [[Escape Chastity 4c<-2 week shipping-Free][$EscapeChastity4 to 14]] <<if $I gt 19>>[[Escape Chastity 4c<-1 week shipping-20$][$EscapeChastity4 to 7, $I to $I - 20]]<<else>>==1 week shipping-20$==You can’t pay that<</if>> <<if $I gt 49>>[[Escape Chastity 4c<-Overnight shipping-50$][$EscapeChastity4 to 1, $I to $I - 50]]<<else>>==Overnight shipping-50$==You can’t pay that<</if>>

<<set $EscapeChastity to 5>>\ “Your order has been confirmed! Your parcel(s) will be shipped to the post office you selected.” You click off the website, breathing a sigh of relief that your plan seems to have gone off without a hitch. You’ve done the hard part, and now you just need to be patient; soon enough, it won't matter if you follow Miss $Gray ‘s draconian rules or not. You’ll have a spare copy of the thing she holds over you like a swinging pendulum, and she won’t have a clue. [[Computer<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S - 1]]

Having received the notification that the duplicate key to your chastity cage has arrived, you’re practically skipping with glee to the nearby post office, quickly coming to terms with the fact that your dream for the past few weeks will be a reality within the hour. Nothing Miss $Gray can threaten you with again will be meaningful, because at the end of the day, you can always unlock yourself. And since her possession of the key is your incentive to wear women’s clothing, you won’t have to do that again either. Life will be enjoyable once again. “Hi, I have a package to collect.” You greet the women behind a glass-protected desk. “Name?” She curtly replies. “$name .” She slothfully gets up from her chair, sighing beneath her breath, but deliberately loud enough so that you can hear it. You hear her rummaging in an adjacent room, though you can’t see inside. The sound of boxes and bags being displaced is the only noise in the otherwise silent building. Of course, you shouldn't be surprised that the key’s retrieval is taking this long - it’s a terribly small item. It could easily get lost under the likely mounds of parcels they have. That thought, naturally, sends you panicking into a spiral, but you try to reassure yourself that the post office will have safeguards in place so that small items aren’t lost. //It’s okay, $name . They’ll have it. There’s no need to be so prone to worrying about this kind of thing// “Looks like we don’t have it.” The woman claims, returning to her desk. “WHAT?!” “We don’t have it. Is there anything else you need?” “How can you not have it? I know it was delivered here.” “Are you sure you didn’t collect it already?” You didn’t think you could lose your cool even more, but this woman is helping you expand your thoughts of what’s possible. “HOW ON EARTH COULD I HAVE COLLECTED IT AND NOT REMEMBERED?” “Sir, I’m going to need you to lower your voice. I’m sorry, but we don’t have your parcel. If there’s nothing else, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Your skin is practically melting off in frustration at this woman’s nonchalance - she doesn’t care one bit that the key to your cock is on the line. Now, the woman is looking at you expectantly, glancing also at the door. Never before have you felt this capable of violence. [[Escape Chastity 5 Leave<-Leave]] <<if $I gt 49>>[[Escape Chastity 5 Bribe<-Try to bribe her]]<<else>>You don't have enough money to do that<</if>> [[Escape Chastity 5 Argue<-Argue with her]] [[Escape Chastity 5 Shout<-Shout at her]]

<<set $EscapeChastity to 7>>\ Despite a recently found demon inside you egging you on to smash anything and everything around you, you think better of it. The woman has shown she doesn’t care, and nothing you say will change that. With a newfound wisdom that Alan Watts would be proud of, you exit the building. That said, you still feel a great amount of rage, but if you’re going to express it, maybe you should do it with no one else around. On the journey back home, you begin to wonder what actually went wrong. Of course, the woman you spoke to could have given her job a half-assed attempt, but you can’t rule out the possibility of her being honest - that the parcel isn’t there. Maybe you should contact the key printer, and make sure the delivery went well on their end. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $S to $S + 2]]

<<set $EscapeChastity to 8>>\ Confirming the presence of money with a physical touch, you decide to go all in on your idea that this woman doesn’t care about her job. But hopefully, she’ll care about a little “bonus” in her pay. “Listen, this package I ordered, it’s very important to me. Maybe there’s something I can do to make sure it’s found this time.” You place down a few notes on the counter, which you slide beneath the large screen separating the two of you. It doesn’t take her long to, just like a cat would, swipe at the money. She inspects it, a small smile on her face confirming its adequacy. “Your parcel isn’t here.” You roll your eyes that she would take your money, only to reiterate what she said a moment ago. “But I can check the system to see if it ever arrived.” A couple of clicks of her mouse and taps on her keyboard suggest she’s making good on your payment. “Hmm. It says your package arrived, but it wasn’t in the stockroom, so I don’t know where it could be.” She shrugs her shoulders at you. “Sorry.” //Huh// You think on what could have happened. The woman, though lazy, was clearly inspired by money. She wouldn’t lie about the key not being in the storage room after receiving 50$, but she said that it had arrived. In any case, you don’t think there’s much you can do right now. Notably poorer, you leave. Maybe reflecting on this at your computer will help you figure out what’s going on. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $S to $S + 1, $I to $I - 50]]

<<set $EscapeChastity to 7>>\ You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for what you know will be an ordeal. “Listen, I know I ordered something, and I know it was delivered here. Now, it’s a small item, so maybe it was overlooked, but I’d bet my life that it’s the room back there. So if you can please take another look, I’m certain you’ll find it, and then I can get out of your hair.” She silently looks at you, and you can imagine her blowing a bubble from gum, because her “I don’t give a fuck” attitude doesn’t slip of her growingly annoying face for a second. Despite that, she slides her chair out from beneath her desk once more, and begrudgingly trudges to the storage room. She’s in there for several minutes, each passing 60 seconds only serving to increase your frustration. Then it hits you that none of the sounds you heard before, the hauling of boxes and ruffling of bags, is audible now. //If she’s just on her phone in there then I’ll…// The woman returns once again. “We don’t have it.” An even deeper breath fills your lungs. “Don’t have what? Any competent staff members?” “Your item. Is there anything else you need?” “Some patience would be good, or maybe to talk to someone who can do their job properly.” She doesn’t reply to you, which is almost impressive considering the insults you’ve been throwing her way. You’d almost swear she was a robot, were it not for the way she yawns, as if she needed to show any less interest in you. “We don’t have your parcel, so if there’s nothing else, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Having done your best to both convince and annoy the girl, you decide to depart, your efforts for naught. On the journey back home, you begin to wonder what actually went wrong. The woman, undoubtedly, was half-assing her job, but that doesn’t rule out the possibility that she was being honest - maybe the parcel really isn’t there. Perhaps if you contacted the key printer, they might be able to confirm if the delivery went well on their end. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S + 3]]

<<set $EscapeChastity to 7>>\ “Listen to me closely, you lazy bitch: what I ordered is more important than your life, so why don’t you decide to be useful for once in your life and find it for me? Because if you don’t I’m going to stand here and yell until I do.” “Sir, you ne…” “GET ME MY FUCKING KEY!” “Nina, do you need help?” A third voice enters the conversation from a door behind you. The man who appears is at least a foot taller than you, almost twice as heavy as you, and based on the muscles bulging out of his black t-shirt, goes to the gym as often as you sleep. “Could you escort this gentleman out? And make sure to get a photo of him printed out and put on the wall; he’s banned for life.” Your heart sinks. “Please, I really need that package.” “Come on buddy, out we go.” The brute picks you up and carries you out by the waist. Based on how tense his arms are around your tiny body, there’s no point resisting. And as if you didn’t need further emasculation after being whisked away like a teddy bear, he swings you backwards, and then forwards out the door, where you face skids along the pavement like a pair of rollerblades. “Show a lady some respect next time!” Scraping yourself off the pavement proves hard, but you drag your wounded self and broken ego back home regardless. Whilst tending the scrapes on your face (which takes up much more of the day than you thought it would), you reflect on where exactly the copy of your chastity key could be. Perhaps the woman at the post office was being honest - that the key wasn’t there, or in the storage room at least. But if it isn’t there, where is it? Perhaps checking with the 3D printer might allow you to make sure the delivery went well on their end. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 4, $S to $S + 3]]

<<set $EscapeChastity to 8>>\ Loading up the website you completed your order on, you’re met with the same virtual assistant who “helped” you before. “Hi there! It looks like we recently completed your order. Is there anything else you need assistance with?” Clicking on a drop down box of frequently asked questions. “Can I track my order?” “Certainly!” The chirpy assistant replies. “Your tracking information can be found here.” Clicking on the hyperlink, you’re met with the uncomfortable truth that you were dreading. Past notifications of “your package was dispatched” and “your package was handed to the courier”, the final update to be seen is “your package was delivered" - at the post office you went to. Though you have no idea what is going on, your suspicions are confirmed that there’s more to this than what it seems. Your key must be at the post office, but in a room separate from the main storage area. Why? You have no clue. Maybe it’s because it’s such a small package, or perhaps they flagged it as suspicious. In any case, they have it, and you need it. And if you can’t get it through talking to a person at a desk, then you’ll have to get it through more covert means. You’re going to need to plan a robbery (but of your own thing, so it’s totally justified). [[Computer<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $EscapeChastity to 9>>\ Knowing that the duplicate key to your chastity cage is somewhere in the post office, and understanding the uselessness of staff who work there, you bravely resort to burglary to be able to jerk off again. But how does one go about such a crime? Well, by mimicking criminals and thieves from TV, of course. Firstly, you put together a list of things you’ll need to do. A ski mask will make it impossible to deduce your identity if you’re caught on camera, and a pair of gloves will similarly prevent you from leaving fingerprints. Scoping the place out somewhat will help you decide on the best point of entry, and if you’re lucky, the library might have some old plans of the building which would be invaluable. Your to-do list is in no way comprehensive, but if you hit a snag along the way, you can always change course. How creatively inspiring crime is! [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S - 1, $L to $L - 1]]

<<set $EscapeChastityPlan to $EscapeChastityPlan + 1>>\ You approach the familiar site of the post office, only this time with much less friendly intentions. After how you were screwed over by the staff here, you don’t feel much remorse about planning such a burglary. If anything, it’s serving as fuel on an already well lit fire. Nevermind just the desire to jerk off, you take this as a rebellion against all institutions, and all who represent them, like Miss $Gray . Doing a lap as inconspicuously around the building as possible, you note the thankfully minimal security. There’s only a single camera on the exterior, and that’s right next to the front door - the other walls aren’t protected by any kind of CCTV equipment or deterrent sign. To add to the good news, there’s a window on one of the walls, which is just low enough to the ground that you could climb into the office from. Circling around the building even more, you realize the adjacent building is actually a hotel, and from what you can tell, a couple of the first story windows somehow lead straight onto the building of the post office! Of course, you’d probably have to rent a room, but it might be a little easier than just throwing your body through a window. On the way home, you see yourself as having two options: climb through the street level window, but by the time you learn if someone is in there, it’ll probably be too late. Or, you could rent a room in the hotel and then climb onto the roof of the post office, then find an access point from there. Both have downsides, but thankfully you won’t have to decide until you actually pull off this heist. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S - 1, $L to $L - 2]]

<<set $EscapeChastityPlan to $EscapeChastityPlan + 1>>\ These days, your mind is too busy on other things, like the plastic cage trapping your cock, so making the library a regular destination in your life is something you can only dream about. Of course, you could probably learn a lot by picking up a single book here; a certain Orwellian novel about people exerting control comes to mind. But you’re not here to increase the magnitude of your wisdom, learn about ancient cultures, or even to increase your vocabulary. You’re here to see if there’s anything to be learnt about the post office you’re planning on burglarizing. “Hi.” You greet a receptionist. “I’m doing some research on the history of the city, and was wondering if you had some blueprints on any of the government buildings.” She looks down through her glasses at you, which is quite impressive considering she’s sat down. “Blueprints of government buildings?” Suddenly, you realize how suspicious your request is. “Well, maybe not blueprints, but any pictures or documents would be immensely helpful.” “Hmm.” She ponders, though whether she’s thinking about how to help you or get you on a list is something left as a mystery until she opens her mouth again. “I think the best thing would probably be to search on the computers for newspapers from when the buildings were first opened. Blueprints are a bit ambitious, but there might be some photographs from the inside.” “Got it, thanks!” You head towards one of the computers. Of course, you’d rather not have to lie about why you’re interested in governmental architecture, but breaking a couple rules is a small price to pay for the key to your ==soul== cock. For a brief moment, your philosophy teacher’s words about Kant and moral imperatives crop up, but nevermind that, you have sleuthing to do. Looking through the archives, you first search for the street the post office is on, which is how you discover the building was one of the first on the street, and significantly predates the hotel next door by several decades, which is fairly interesting, if useless information. Looking at some of the interior pictures, you correlate them with what you already know of the store, which is how you manage to deduce that connected to the stockroom is a room for the staff, which is annoying for your purpose of burglary. Not that there should be anyone in the office after dark, but if there is, then they’ll probably be in the room right next to where you’re searching. Also from the pictures, you learn that there’s a skylight installed in the roof, which sounds like a good way to enter if you chose to enter from above. You save some of the pictures to your phone, but you’re left too emboldened already for it to matter much - you’ve got what you need from here. On the way home, you feel great. Any time you get a step closer to freedom is a moment worth celebrating, and it’s also a pleasant break from the near perpetual lust you’re subjected to. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S - 2, $L to $L - 2]]

<<set $H to 16>>\ [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] You walk out the school, chastity key in pocket, wondering what to do with the rest of your day. [[Room 0<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] <<if $S gt 9>>You feel too stressed to not go straight home<</if>>\ <<if $S lt 10>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 16>>\ [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] You head straight home the moment you get the chance to. Having the panties you’re wearing be visible, even to a minute extent that they are, has caused the day to be much more stressful than it needed to be. Even without the broken zip, it would have been a worrisome day. If you leant over at the wrong angle, they might be seen, nevermind the fact you’ve seen the outline of women’s panties many times beneath their pants, and that could have been an experience you had today without even knowing it. The broken zip was just a cruel cherry on top. There’s no need to prolong the mental torment by spending longer in public than necessary. Once you arrive home, you search for a sewing kit of $Hannah ‘s, and get to work repairing the damaged pants. The hard chastity cage protecting your penis makes you feel strangely more comfortable about working with a needle near your crotch. That’s not to say you’re happy about wearing it, but silver linings and all that. Your inexperience with sewing makes the task much harder, but utilizing a spare zip and replacing the fly proves mostly time consuming rather than anything else. It’s killed several hours of your free time that you could have spent relaxing. As you finish up, you consider how strange it is that you’ve never broken a pants fly, and yet $Ash managed to do it so easily. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3]]

[img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] You head to your first lesson with Miss $Gray . With her new control over you, the lesson feels completely different. At the start of the lesson, you head to her desk to slide her the key. She takes it, and confirms with a brief and subtle feel of your cage under her desk that your cage is actually on. <<if $CL[1] is 101>>$Ash soon walks in after you. You try to make eye contact, but she completely ghosts you, as she does for the rest of the lesson.<</if>> You head to your first lesson with Miss $Gray . With her new control over you, the lesson feels completely different. <<if $GrayR gt -1>>She acts like Friday's events aren't even in her memory, which only leads you to be more confused.\ <<elseif $GrayR lt 0>>She seems to be harsher to you today. She wants you to answer more questions than usual, and is harsher when you get them wrong.<<elseif $CL[1] is 1>>Throughout the lesson, $Ash looks at you constantly, with occasional glances to your butt, reminding you that she knows your secret.<</if>> <<if $GrayR lt -1>>At the end of the lesson, Miss $Gray subtly reminds you to visit her at the end of the day. //Finally! Freedom!// She also tells you that she wants you to come to her room at lunch. //Hooray! Detention!//\ <<else>>At the end of the lesson, Miss $Gray subtly reminds you to visit her at the end of the day.<</if>> <<if $AshR gt 1 and $GrayR gt -2>>The lesson ends, and you walk out with $Ash . The two of you talk for a while, and she says you should meet outside room 68 again at lunch to hang out, before you head in different directions to go to your next lesson.\ <<elseif $AshR gt 1>>The lesson ends, and you walk out with $Ash . It's a pleasant conversation, but it ends unfortunately quickly once you have to go to your next lesson.\ <<elseif $AshR lt 2>>The lesson ends. As you are about to look to your left to talk to $Ash , you realize that she has already left.<</if>> [[2-2c Lesson<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 10>>\ <<include [[Lesson]]>> [[2-2d Lunch<-Continue to lunch][$H to 12]]

<<set $H to 8, $M to 0>>\ [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]]<<if visited("School 2-3a") is 0>> <<set $CC1 to 3>>Before you leave for Farrix, you ensure you chastity cage is locked.<</if>> You head to your first lesson with Miss $Gray . With her new control over you, the lesson feels completely different. At the start of the lesson, you head to her desk to slide her the key. She takes it, and confirms with a brief and subtle feel of your cage under her desk that your cage is actually on. <<if $CL[1] is 1 or $CL[1] is 101>>$Ash soon walks in after you. You try to make eye contact, but she completely ghosts you, as she does for the rest of the lesson.<</if>> <<if $GrayR lt -1>>At the end of the lesson, Miss $Gray subtly reminds you to visit her at the end of the day. //Finally! Freedom!// She also tells you that she wants you to come to her room at lunch. //Hooray! Detention!//\ <<else>>At the end of the lesson, Miss $Gray subtly reminds you to visit her at the end of the day.<</if>> <<if $AshR gt 1 and $GrayR gt -2>>The lesson ends, and you walk out with $Ash . The two of you talk for a while, and she says you should meet outside room 68 again at lunch to hang out, before you head in different directions to go to your next lesson.\ <<elseif $AshR lt 2>>The lesson ends. As you are about to look to your left to talk to $Ash , you realize that she has already left.<</if>> [[2-3c Key Lesson<-Continue]]

<<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1>>\ <<set $CL[1] to 0, $NoBoxers to 1>>\ “So, you think it’s acceptable to disobey my commands, do you? This is the third time you’ve worn masculine underwear this week; when will you learn that boxers are a thing of your past? Thankfully, I’m more than prepared for you being resistant to my rules. The solution is actually rather simple.” She smiles, causing a strange, though completely rational, panic inside of you. Searching in a drawer masked behind the desk, her hands return with something rather innocuous, at least inside the classroom setting, but Miss $Gray has a tendency to turn normal things into a subject of your nightmares. [img[Images/Scissors.jpg]] “If I can’t be with you every step of the day to ensure your compliance with my very reasonable rules, then I’ll just remove your option to wear such crass manly things.” Her perfectly painted fingers move the scissors down to your crotch region. Your heartbeat is still drumming up to unnatural levels thanks to your sadistic teacher’s grasp of the bladed weapon, but you rationalize that she won’t do anything //too// crazy when your fellow students should be here any moment. You’re quickly proved right. With her forefinger and thumb, she holds the bottom of your boxers, a look of disgust growing across her stunning face for making her touch manly things. With the scissors, she clips away at the bottom, proceeding upwards, until there’s a straight cut, causing the underwear to fall silently onto the floor. “If you ever want your underwear to not be destroyed first thing in the morning, then make sure to wear some panties. If you got over your immature, practically non-existent masculine ego, I’m sure you’d enjoy the amount of variety women’s underwear affords you. But know that as long as you’re a student in my classroom, you’ll be wearing something cute, dainty, and preferably, frilly, under those pants.” <<if $Fem is 12 or $Fem is 13 and $Blackmail lt 2>>[[3-2b<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Fem is 13>>[[4-1b<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Fem is 14>>[[4-1b<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Fem is 15 or $Fem is 16>>[[4-3b<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[4-1b<-Continue]]<</if>>

[img[Images/R - Heels Training.jpg]] You slip into your pair of heels, immediately thrown off by the increased inches to your height. Such a boost in your stature might have one day been something to celebrate, but how could any woman take a man seriously in heels, even if they do prefer taller guys? But the inspiration behind your doing this now is much less superficial, and more a matter of survival - who knows what Miss $Gray would do if you didn’t train like she demanded? The first step goes well, but before you can even make the second, your weight tumbles to the floor, painfully. //When I heard women complain about heels hurting, I didn’t know they meant when their body hit the floor// Dejected at the lack of immediate success, you climb back to your feet, though even that proves a difficulty in the movement-impeding shoes. //I might be able to do this alone, but who knows if I could even balance properly in these before Miss $Gray decides to test me. As embarrassing as it might be, maybe I could ask for help// <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash would probably be willing to assist you, but with how she gained control of your chastity cage, giving her another opportunity to take advantage of you might not be the best idea.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash might be willing, but the idea of wasting her time for something so selfish sickens you, so you immediately write it off.\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>$Ash might be willing to help, but not right now - she’s far too obsessed with breaking out of her chastity belt.\ <<elseif $Home is 4>>$Ash would probably laugh at you for asking for help; she’s still both crushed, and livid, that you betrayed her.<</if>> But who else is there that could teach you to walk in heels? It would be best if it were something private - the whole world doesn’t need to see you toppling on the floor in girls’ shoes, but that might not be possible. As you think about the best approach, a lightning bolt hits you. Who can walk better on their toes than ballerinas? And better yet, thanks to your first week at Farrix, you know there’s a ballet club. You’re inspired by the plan. If you can explain to them the situation (not entirely, of course), but that you need to get good in heels fast, they might be willing to help you, and it’s also a chance to chat to some cute girls. [img[Images/Heel TrainingG.gif]] [[Closet<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S + 1, $HeelsTrained to 1, $HeelsS to $HeelsS + 1]]

<<set $House to 9>>\ <<set $Priority to 0>>\ After having just gotten dressed, Miss $Gray and $Hannah barge into your room, though at this point you might well start referring to it as their spare, because you have zero privacy here, or anywhere else in the house, for that matter. <<if $WeddingBlackmail is 2>>Your teacher doesn’t seem to have changed her attitude towards you in any way, despite your interaction last week. Maybe she’s still trying to maintain her facade of confidence around $Hannah , or maybe she thinks she actually got through to you. Either way, you don’t feel as though you’ll be allowed to escape from today’s plans.<</if>> “Morning, sissy.” $Hannah begins. “Since we’re doing this wedding on such short notice, we need to book a venue right away.” “But there’s such a wealth of options to pick from - we have to visit them first. Only that way will we know we’ve found //the one//.” “Hurry up, sissy. You have no idea how eager I am to meet the place where I’m getting married!” Your step sister giggles out to the car, her fiance following suit, and you at their heels. //At least they’re not making me wear my maid uniform today// [[House 6b<-Continue][$H to $H + 2]]

<<set $House6c to 1>>\ [img[Images/Car interior.jpg]] “So, where first?” $Hannah asks, buckling up her seatbelt. “How about Glendale Hall?” “I thought you ruled that place out. What about LakeSide Assembly?” “That place is right next to the motorway - I don’t want our vows to be interrupted by the roar of bikes and cars driving by.” “Well, we can always visit them both, and every other one that we like.” Mentally, you envisage what the day ahead holds, and it sounds tortuous. These two have a tendency to drag things out to sadistic levels of time-wasting. You can only hope their list of places to view is slim, and they don’t pass by any other venues that catch their eyes. Thankfully, you think you can completely rule out one category of venue. Considering Miss $Gray ‘s cruelty and manipulation, $Hannah ‘s mistreatment of her already existing family in you, and the fact they’ve //definitely// had sex before marriage, being wed in a church would be bitterly ironic. Making it even more ironic would be Miss $Gray ‘s love of chastity, at least when it comes to you. It doesn’t take too long for you to arrive at the first location, and immediately the signs aren’t great. [img[Images/Hall 1.jpg]] “I don’t like how close it is to that McDonald’s. At no point during my wedding do I want to be distracted by the burgers on the same road.” “You don’t even want to look inside?” $Hannah shakes her head, and just like that, you’re away to the next location. Maybe this won’t take as long as you thought. [[House 6c<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<if $House6c is 1>>”Well this place is just far too tall. Can you imagine how cold it gets in here? I don’t want to be wearing layers beneath my dress.” [[House 6c<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $House6c to $House6c + 1]]\ <<elseif $House6c is 2>>”And this place is just tiny! How are we supposed to fit 20 guests in here, nevermind a hundred?” [[House 6c<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $House6c to $House6c + 1]]\ <<elseif $House6c is 3>>”This place is like a cave. Where are all the windows?” [[House 6c<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $House6c to $House6c + 1]]\ <<elseif $House6c is 4>>”Too many windows. It still needs to be a private affair.” [[House 6c<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $House6c to $House6c + 1]]\ <<elseif $House6c is 5>>”This place looks perfect!” //Hoorah!// “But what’s that weird smell?” [[House 6c<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $House6c to $House6c + 1]]\ <<elseif $House6c is 6>>”Just what is this color scheme? I feel like I’m in a box of Lucky Charms.” [[House 6d<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $House6c to $House6c + 1]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Hall 2.jpg]] Hope has long since disappeared from the equation. It’s on a cross-country trip having left you behind in a zombie-like trance, following the noises that you’ve almost grown numb to. If you were awake, though, you’d be in an elated state at the boxes this venue is ticking. “Well, I’m glad to say we’re available at the date you requested.” “Oh, that’s excellent, isn’t it honey?” “Hmm? Oh yes, it’s great.” Miss $Gray replies, evidently growing tired of the dull process herself. “We’d just need some ID, and then you can pay the deposit.” “Don’t worry, babe, I’ll get our handbags.” Your teacher says, dashing off to the car. The tour guide busies himself getting the contract, leaving you alone with $Hannah . “It’s just a dream, isn’t it, $name ? All this is happening so quickly.” //If this is a dream, I’d hate to see what a nightmare looks like// Unlike the display Miss $Gray puts on, it’s clear $Hannah is over the moon at the whole process, and she’s only getting more eager as the big day gets closer. She’s gleefully looking around the room the same way a child naively sees everything in life: with great optimism. <<if $WeddingBlackmail gt 0>>//Is it really worth ruining this for $Hannah if it means I can get revenge on Miss $Gray ?// [[House 6e Blackmail Tell<-Expose your teacher’s plot]] [[House 6e Blackmail No Tell<-Say nothing]]\ <<else>>[[House 6e Support<-”I’m happy for you…][$HannahR to $HannahR + 1]] [[House 6e Question<-”Are you sure about this…]]<</if>>

<<set $WeddingBlackmail to 3>>\ “$Hannah , I need to tell you something.” You retrieve your phone and load up the evidence of her lover’s deceit of the most coordinated fashion. “These are $Gray2 ‘s emails. Do you understand what they’re saying, that they’re talking about me and you?” $Hannah gently takes the phone from you. “Huh.” She scrolls through the messages, reading them carefully. She doesn’t have to answer you for you to know she’s connecting the dots. Everything must make sense to her now - why Miss $Gray wanted a relationship with her, and why she wanted to get married so quickly. Any moment now, you’re certain she’ll break out in a violent fit of tears, start smashing furniture, and damn near main her “lover” when she walks back in. “That’s…interesting.” She hands you back the phone. “I wonder what’s taking $Gray2 so long to get our bags?” “W…what do you mean “that’s interesting?” How can you be so casual about how she’s been manipulating you?” A door opens and your teacher walks back in. “We’ll talk about this later.” $Hannah whispers sternly, evidently wanting you to drop this right now. The two women eagerly give the custodian their information when he also returns, sign a couple papers, and agree to pay a nearly extortionate amount of money in order to get married here, all whilst you try to hide your shock that $Hannah could be so nonchalant about what Miss $Gray is up to. //Did Miss $Gray tell her about it after our conversation? But why would she have taken the time to threaten me if she were just going to do that?// The ride back home is shorter than any of the other journeys today, but you wish it’d be much longer. $Hannah isn't dropping any signs of being upset, which just doesn’t make sense. For all the displays of their affection, she should be distraught. $Hannah can’t act this well. //Maybe Miss $Gray warned $Hannah that I’d make up some “evidence” of her manipulation. But that wouldn’t explain why $Hannah didn’t get angry, and that method is far too subtle for Miss $Gray anyway. // You exit the vehicle the moment it parks in the driveway, the engaged couple mentioning something about their plans next weekend, but you’re far too busy residing in your thoughts right now to care. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 19, $S to $S + 2, $L to $L - 2]]

Despite her growing involvement in your feminization, humiliation, and general daily torment, you opt not to ruin the thing that’s ensured a smile on $Hannah ‘s face from morning till night for the past several weeks. There’ll always be more opportunities to ruin her life, you figure. In fact, the closer you get to the wedding date, the more volatile her reaction will likely be. Miss $Gray returns shortly after, a pair of handbags dangling on her shoulders, and once the well dressed gentleman representing the venue gets back, the two women eagerly give him their information, sign a couple papers, and agree to pay a nearly extortionate amount of money in order to stand here in a couple weeks for a couple hours. The ride back is much more pleasant than any of the dozen that preceded it. You’re filled with joy over a break from the two, and they seem glad at having secured an agreeable venue. “It’s great we managed to book that place, but there’s still so much left to do. I hope you’ve been busying yourself sorting out all those things we asked you to.” Miss $Gray snidely remarks, glancing at you in the rear view mirror. “Next week will be much more fun for you, though. I’m sure a pansy like you will be incredibly jealous sitting on the sidelines, especially as the maid we’ve trained you to be, but you’ll have no choice.” “Don’t tease her too much, honey; leave something a surprise.” “Oh, alright then.” After arriving home, the duo seem satisfied with their Saturday ritual of bothering you, finally allowing you to relax. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 19, $S to $S + 1, $L to $L - 2]]

“Yeah, it’s great, $Hannah . I’m really happy for you.” She looks at you, still beaming from ear to ear. “Thank you, step sis. I’m sure you’ll look great in your bridesmaid dress, but remember, you only get that if you’re a good sissy and help us out.” //Gee, what a reward// For a moment, it did feel like you and $Hannah were about to have a heart to heart, but maybe she truly has forgotten your great past before Miss $Gray forced herself into the equation. All she seems to see you as now is a sissy, and that doesn’t seem to be changing any time soon. Miss $Gray returns shortly after, a pair of handbags dangling on her shoulders, and once the well dressed gentleman representing the venue gets back, the two women eagerly give him their information, sign a couple papers, and agree to pay a nearly extortionate amount of money in order to stand here in a couple weeks for a couple hours. The ride back is much more pleasant than any of the dozen that preceded it. You’re filled with joy over a break from the two, and they seem glad at having secured an agreeable venue. “It’s great we managed to book that place, but there’s still so much left to do. I hope you’ve been busying yourself sorting out all those things we asked you to.” Miss $Gray snidely remarks, glancing at you in the rear view mirror. “Next week will be much more fun for you, though. I’m sure a pansy like you will be incredibly jealous sitting on the sidelines, especially as the maid we’ve trained you to be, but you’ll have no choice.” “Don’t tease her too much, honey; leave something a surprise.” “Oh, alright then.” After arriving home, the duo seem satisfied with their Saturday ritual of bothering you, finally allowing you to relax. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 19, $S to $S - 1, $L to $L - 2]]

“It’s great, but are you sure you’re ready for this? I mean, you two have barely known each other for more than a couple months, and you’ve only been living together a few weeks. Don’t you think it’s a bit premature to start thinking about spending your whole life with her?” $Hannah looks at you with a disappointed grin, the kind you’d give to a cat after seeing them on the counter when you’d just told them not to go up there. “$Gray2 told me to expect you to be unsupportive, but I still expected better of you than this. I love her, and the fact you’re not as happy as I am saddens me. I don’t know if sissy maids tend to get married, but if you do, to a mop or whatever, I’d still be happy for you, even if I don’t understand it. So please, stop being so selfish.” Miss $Gray returns shortly after, a pair of handbags dangling on her shoulders, and once the well dressed gentleman representing the venue gets back, the two women eagerly give him their information, sign a couple papers, and agree to pay a nearly extortionate amount of money in order to stand here in a couple weeks for a couple hours. The ride back is much more pleasant than any of the dozen that preceded it. You’re filled with joy over a break from the two, and they seem glad at having secured an agreeable venue. “It’s great we managed to book that place, but there’s still so much left to do. I hope you’ve been busying yourself sorting out all those things we asked you to.” Miss $Gray snidely remarks, glancing at you in the rear view mirror. “Next week will be much more fun for you, though. I’m sure a pansy like you will be incredibly jealous sitting on the sidelines, especially as the maid we’ve trained you to be, but you’ll have no choice.” “Don’t tease her too much, honey; leave something a surprise.” “Oh, alright then.” After arriving home, the duo seem satisfied with their Saturday ritual of bothering you, finally allowing you to relax. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 19, $S to $S + 1, $L to $L - 2]]

<<set $House to 10>>\ <<set $Priority to 0>>\ After having just gotten dressed, Miss $Gray bursts into your room. “Sissy, come quickly. You’re going to want to see this.” Curiosity peaked, you do as commanded. Miss $Gray leads you into the kitchen, where $Hannah is talking to another woman, who has a large black bag with her. “I just have so many ideas for eyeshadow. Is that okay?” “Of course, we can try as many as you want.” The stranger answers. “And what about the other bride? Have you picked out a color scheme?” She inquires, turning to Miss $Gray . “I do, but you’re welcome to give it a try and give suggestions on the rest of my look.” “Excellent. Now, you wanted me to do your makeup separately, right?” “Right.” $Hannah answers. “I love surprises, and I don’t want to spoil what $Gray2 is going to look like on our big day.” Miss $Gray laughs at her fiance. “You’re so cute when you’re like this. Shall we do mine first? I have some work to catch up on.” “I suppose I can wait a while longer.” $Hannah answers, clearly excited. Your step sister busies herself in the lounge, while you linger with Miss $Gray . <<if $WeddingBlackmail is 3>>[[House 7b Hannah<-Go with your step sister]]<<else>>You can't do that right now<</if>> [[House 7b Gray<-Stay with your teacher]]

<<set $WeddingBlackmail to 4>>\ “What are you doing here? I thought you’d be dying to see an expert apply makeup.” For the past week, your mind has been occupied with thoughts of just what is going on with $Hannah for her to act so plainly last week. She had more emotion when describing the weather. “How can you be so calm about your fiance using you? Don’t you see how everything she’s done is so that she can have more power over me?” “You’re so narcissistic, you know that?” She replies, barely looking in your direction. “What is wrong with you?” “$name , I can be so calm because I already knew about that.” “W…what?” “Do you really think I’m stupid? I realized pretty quickly that she was too interested in you, and so it was just a matter of time before I learned what she was up to, so thanks for helping me out.” “So why are you still with her?” “Before you started at Farrix, you were a complete loser. What did you have going for you? How many dates had you had? How many times had you had sex with anyone but your hand? But then you moved here, and you quickly went from that pathetic waste of space, to a punctual person who had to put time into their appearance thanks to $Gray2 ‘s rules. Your maid training meant you actually had to put in a fair share in this household. And from what I hear, you’ve actually had sex now. So, I’m with her because it’s the best thing for you.” You’re struck silent. $Hannah is actually doing this out of selflessness? Surely she doesn’t understand everything Miss $Gray has put you through - the lingerie, the chastity cage, the assignments and extra cruel detentions, the insane body modifications she was willing to put you through. The list feels endless. If she actually believes this, then she’s either horribly misinformed, or horribly misguided. “Besides, I can easily get revenge on her for not telling me herself.” “And how are you going to do that?” “Oh sissy, why would you deserve to know that?” You linger in silence. $Hannah clearly has no intention of elaborating, but you’re so concerned about what else she might be hiding. And with the power Miss $Gray and her have over you, you’d hate to be a toy for them to fight each other with. After a while of awkward quiet, $Hannah requests that you check on Miss $Gray and the beautician to see if it’s her turn to practice her wedding makeup. [[House 7 Hannah 2<-Continue]]

“Would you like to take a seat and then I can begin?” The beautician asks. Miss $Gray silently obliges. You already get the impression she’s only entertaining this aspect of getting married for $Hannah ‘s sake. Ever since you met Miss $Gray , she’s had perfect makeup that was never overstated, but always a factor contributing to her great beauty, regardless of if it were an early morning before school, or a laid back day spent at home. That said, she even went through the trouble of applying makeup today, despite the fact the beautician is now removing it. Her natural appearance is stunning, and you figure she must spend a lot of time and money on skincare in order to have such a flawless look, even without foundation. The professional makeup applier lives up to what you’d expect of her. She masterfully applies various creams and powders to Miss $Gray , blending them until there’s not a trace of them, but your teacher’s skin is still left remarkably different. “What colors are you thinking of for your eyes?” “Red.” “And what do you want that blending with? A light or dark purple, maybe? Perhaps a pink?” “I’ll go with maroon…and a dark orange.” “Of course. What about lips?” “Red.” “And for nails?” “Red.” The beautician remains staid, despite the lack of creativity stemming from Miss $Gray , and applies a bag-and-a-half full of cosmetics to her subject, until she’s left looking only slightly different from her normal makeup look. “So you’re happy with this?” Miss $Gray looks in a small mirror that the beautician hands her. “That’s great.” “Excellent. Now, for your nails.” She rummages around in her bags. “So, red, you say.” Her search continues, and she doesn’t manage to find any bottles of polish that would be acceptable. “Damnit, I must have forgotten my third bag. I’ll have to run home quickly and get it.” “No worries.” Miss $Gray comforts her. “I’m sure you can do an excellent manicure, but I have other things to do.” “Still, I’ll make sure I have them for your fiance.” The beautician excuses herself, clearly embarrassed at her blunder, and promises to be back soon. Miss $Gray looks at you, shaking her head. “I hope you learned something about applying makeup. How are the rest of the wedding preparations going?” [[House 7 Great<-”They’re going great…]] [[House 7 Ask<-Ask for money]] <<if visited("House 5 Night BM") and $Impotent is 0>>[[House 7 BM Money<-Try to blackmail her for money][$GrayR to $GrayR - 1]] [[House 7 BM Orgasm<-Try to blackmail her for an orgasm]]\ <<elseif visited("House 5 Night BM") and $Impotent is 1>>[[House 7 BM Money<-Try to blackmail her for money][$GrayR to $GrayR - 1]] You can't do that.<</if>>

Returning to the kitchen, the beautician is nowhere in sight, though the cosmetic bags she arrived with are still strewn about the place. Miss $Gray is just leaving when she spots you approaching. “$Hannah wanted to know if it was her turn.” “It is, but she’ll have to wait a while longer. The beautician forgot her nail polish, but she’ll be back soon.” She then excuses herself, presumably to do the “work” she mentioned earlier. You’re left alone. Alone, that is, except the beautician’s things that are still present. Stealing them doesn’t cross your mind, but maybe sabotaging them might prove detrimental to $Hannah and Miss $Gray ‘s wedding plans. [[House 7 Sabo<-Sabotage the makeup]] [[House 7 No Sabo<-Leave it alone]]

“They’re going great.” For a moment, your teacher looks like she’s going to make an issue out of you leaving it at such a plain adjective like “great”, but for whatever reason, she opts not to. Maybe if she does in fact have work, she’d prefer to do that rather than an argument over your lexical choices. “Very well.” She heads to the door. “Make sure to tell your sister to get ready.” Just like that, you’re left alone in the kitchen, the beautician’s belongings still left in here. But you’re not thinking of stealing anything from her. Instead, you’re considering something more devious. It’d be a small act of sabotage, but it’d be an annoying spanner in the works of the wedding process for sure. [[House 7 Sabo<-Sabotage the makeup]] [[House 7 No Sabo<-Leave the makeup alone]]

“They’re going well, but it could be better.” Miss $Gray drops her head to look at you through a disappointed set of eyes. “Not that a good maid should need the incentive, but you’ll be paid whenever you do your chores. $Hannah and I are so nice, aren’t we?” “Of course.” You answer so quickly that it’s obvious you didn’t think about it. “But don’t you want your wedding to be funded by a little more than pocket change?” She thinks over your point, and evidently she sees some truth in it. She gets her bag and takes out some cash, which you eagerly take. After that, she heads to the door. “Make sure to tell your sister to get ready.” Just like that, you’re left alone in the kitchen, the beautician’s belongings still left in here. But you’re not thinking of stealing anything from her. Instead, you’re considering something more devious. It’d be a small act of sabotage, but it’d be an annoying spanner in the works of the wedding process for sure. [[House 7 Sabo<-Sabotage the makeup][$I to $I + 50]] [[House 7 No Sabo<-Leave the makeup alone][$I to $I + 50]]

“Oh? The wedding preparations? They’re going great. But if you want there to still be a wedding, how about you help me out by giving me some money?” ““Still be a wedding?” $name , are you trying to blackmail me?” //Not trying to// “An extra 100$ would help a lot to make sure the photography is the best money can buy.” Miss $Gray is eerily silent, and for a while you think you’ve made the greatest mistake of your life. The beast that is your teacher might have been poked for the last time. But to your surprise, and relief, she instead takes out some money from her bag, throwing it in your general direction, before she stomps out. [img[Images/Money.jpg]] You’re amazed that your strategy actually worked, but still, it might not be that best idea to test her again. <<if visited("House 6e Blackmail Tell")>>Of course, Miss $Gray has no way of knowing you’ve already told $Hannah , and so your blackmail is largely useless if you’re ever actually made to follow through.\ <<else>>It’s obviously a touchy subject for her, especially given her own chastisement, but at least you got something from it. Besides, if you did tell $Hannah , who knows what Miss $Gray would do as a punishment. That alone is nightmare material.<</if>> Now, you’re left alone in the kitchen, the beautician’s belongings still left in here, and another devious idea crosses your mind. But you’re not thinking of stealing anything from her. Instead, you’re considering something more sinister. It’d be a small act of sabotage, but it’d be an annoying spanner in the works of the wedding process for sure. [[House 7 Sabo<-Sabotage the makeup][$I to $I + 100]] [[House 7 No Sabo<-Leave the makeup alone][$I to $I + 100]]

“The wedding preparations? They’re going alright. But they’d be much better if I were so horny all the time.” Miss $Gray rolls her eyes at your response. “You’ll just have to ask your mistress to give you a good anal pounding, won’t you?” “I could.” You answer “but she won’t jerk me off, will she?” “And what makes you think I will?” “Because you don’t want me to tell $Hannah about those emails.” She silently stares at you. For a moment that extends far too long, you think you’ve made the worst mistake of your life, as though a demon were about to take over her body and rip you to shreds. Instead, Miss $Gray groans, and takes out her phone, presses her thumb against what must be the controlling app for your chastity cage, and then you feel a release of pressure against your most intimate member. “Let’s get this over with quickly.” <<if $Skirt is 1>>She lifts up your skirt so that the hem rests above your clitty.<<elseif $Dress is 1>>She lifts up the hem of your dress so that it rests above your clitty.<<elseif $Pants is 1>>She pulls down your pants, exposing your clitty inside of its underwear.<</if>> After unsheathing your member from its unlocked cage, Miss $Gray makes it clear she has no desire of making this any more enjoyable for you than it has to be. She grunts with displeasure as she takes it in her hand, and begins jerking it off. Evidently, being caged for so long has given your clitty some issues getting the engine going, because it doesn’t immediately jump to life. <<if $Pills gt 12 and $Home is 1>><<set $Impotent to 1>>In fact, as Miss $Gray begins to masturbate you faster, it becomes clear that something is very much wrong. Your flaccid clitty remains just that. No amount of speed or spit as a lubricant gets you any closer to anything resembling an erection. “Wha…why isn’t it working? Is it because I’ve been in that stupid cage for so long?” “Well” Miss $Gray begins, a cruel smile forming across her face “it might be, but probably not. Your clitty being dysfunctional shouldn’t happen for a couple more years of perpetual chastity.” She thinks for a moment, before the answer reveals itself to her, and that makes her smile yet again, though this time no hint of cruelty, but more pure happiness. “My guess is it’s because of those pills $Ash made you take. You’ve taken them a few more times, haven’t you?” You silently nod your head. “Well, not only do they give you breasts, they have some other effects too, like making your skin thinner, redistributing your body fat, and my favorite, making your little clitty entirely impotent.” ““Impotent?” You mean it’ll never work again?” “Unless you start taking testosterone supplements, no.” You want to curl up into a ball and cry for days on end. $Ash gave you those pills, knowing entirely what they’d do, and now they’ve ruined the last remaining sign of your masculinity. You’ve failed at life; you might as well just accept that you’re stuck as a sissy. “Try not to be so down.” Miss $Gray laughs, clearly reveling in your peril. “It’s not like you had any reason to use it anyway. You’d never have sex with it, and in order to do that anyway, you’d have to get out of your cage, and how often do I or your mistress let that happen, hmm? Now you can truly rely on your other sex organs, like that throat and sissy-pussy of yours. You should be proud.” Obviously aware that you could never see the situation like that, she wanders off, still giggling to herself. You don’t care about the beautician, or even $Hannah right now, so you go to the asylum of your room, and try to forget what you just heard, though even your mind somehow achieving that wouldn’t erase your body’s failing. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 5, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $Pills gt 12 and $Home is 2>>In fact, as Miss $Gray begins to masturbate you faster, it becomes clear that something is very much wrong. Your flaccid clitty remains just that. No amount of speed or spit as a lubricant gets you any closer to anything resembling an erection. “Wha…why isn’t it working? Is it because I’ve been in that stupid cage for so long?” “Well” Miss $Gray begins, a cruel smile forming across her face “it might be, but probably not. Your clitty being dysfunctional shouldn’t happen for a couple more years of perpetual chastity.” She thinks for a moment, before the answer reveals itself to her, and that makes her smile yet again, though this time no hint of cruelty, but more pure happiness. “My guess is it’s because of those pills $Ash made you take. You’ve taken them a few more times, haven’t you?” You silently nod your head. “Well, not only do they give you breasts, they have some other effects too, like making your skin thinner, redistributing your body fat, and my favorite, making your little clitty entirely impotent.” ““Impotent?” You mean it’ll never work again?” “Unless you start taking testosterone supplements, no.” There’s a civil war between your emotions. You’re crushed that your body has failed you like this, even though it was you who opted to put those pills inside of you. Because of that decision, you’ll never be able to use your clitty sexually again. Oh sure, you could get some testosterone, but Miss $Gray would slap that out of your hand like she would if she saw you stealing her panties. On the other hand, you imagine how your mistress would feel about this, and that elation she’d experience brings you a strange amount of joy. Plus, it’s not like you’d be using it anytime soon anyway, and this way there’s an amount of comfort in forgetting about it completely since there’s no possibility of playing with it again. “You’re handling this well.” Miss $Gray teases. “You really are a sissy.” She laughs herself elsewhere, and you decide to retreat to your room; you have too many emotions knaving you right now, and being alone is probably for the best, you wager. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 5, $S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]\ <<elseif $Pills lt 13 and $Home is 1>>But Miss $Gray jerks off you a while more, and you’re relieved when your clitty does spring to life, and when that happens, it doesn’t take much longer for you to get close to the edge. “How time in chastity makes minute men of everyone, or in your case, a minute sissy.” Miss $Gray laughs, but you’re too exhilarated by having a hand on your clitty to care about her mocking comments. Her hand feels heavenly, but the holy experience inevitably comes to an end far too soon. “Oh, looks like you made a squirt!” The orgasm is godly in nature, and you think your soul, if such a thing exists, just had reason to leave your body, and head toward a higher plane of existence. Miss $Gray , seems to not be done, and wants to give you another lesson. Her grip switches from your clitty to your balls, which she holds onto with the tenacity of a snake strangling its victim. “It looks like someone needs a lesson in who’s in charge around here.” Using your balls as a lever, she leverages you down onto your knees, and then in an even more humiliating position by pushing your face against the ground. “Clean up your disgusting sissy mess!” [img[Images/Cum on floor.jpg]] With her hand threatening to get even tighter, you’re left with no choice but to use your tongue like a cloth and clean the spillage from the floor. The hard surface adds an unpleasant texture to the cum, and you’re by no means an expert at consuming that anyway. When Miss $Gray feels you’re done, she allows your balls to breathe again without threat of execution. “That would have been more pleasant if the maid had made sure to clean the floor before, wouldn’t it?” Despite the excruciating post-orgasm torture, you are plagued less by thoughts of lust, so holistically speaking, it was a worthwhile experience. Miss $Gray stomps out of the room, and you’re left alone. Alone, that is, with the beautician’s belongings. Stealing them doesn’t cross your mind, but sabotaging them might prove detrimental to $Hannah and Miss $Gray ‘s wedding plans. Thankfully, the feelings you experience post orgasm leave you emboldened. [[House 7 Sabo<-Sabotage the makeup][$L to 0]] [[House 7 No Sabo<-Leave the makeup alone][$L to 0]]\ <<elseif $Pills lt 13 and $Home is 2>>But Miss $Gray jerks off you a while more, and you’re relieved when your clitty does spring to life, and when that happens, it doesn’t take much longer for you to get close to the edge. “How time in chastity makes minute men of everyone, or in your case, a minute sissy.” Miss $Gray laughs, but you’re too exhilarated by having a hand on your clitty to care about her mocking comments. Her hand feels heavenly, but the holy experience inevitably comes to an end far too soon. “Oh, looks like you made a squirt!” The orgasm is godly in nature, and you think your soul, if such a thing exists, just had reason to leave your body, and head toward a higher plane of existence. Miss $Gray , seems to not be done, and wants to give you another lesson. Her grip switches from your clitty to your balls, which she holds onto with the tenacity of a snake strangling its victim. “It looks like someone needs a lesson in who’s in charge around here.” Using your balls as a lever, she leverages you down onto your knees, and then in an even more humiliating position by pushing your face against the ground. “Clean up your disgusting sissy mess!” [img[Images/Cum on floor.jpg]] With her hand threatening to get even tighter, you’re left with no choice but to use your tongue like a cloth and clean the spillage from the floor. The hard surface adds an unpleasant texture to the cum, and you’re by no means an expert at consuming that anyway. When Miss $Gray feels you’re done, she allows your balls to breathe again without threat of execution. “That would have been more pleasant if the maid had made sure to clean the floor before, wouldn’t it?” Despite the excruciating post-prgasm torture, your mind is more occupied on a bizarre feeling of guilt. Surely your mistress wouldn’t have approved of such a release, especially given the scrupulous means you went through to achieve. Whilst the lack of lust in your body is a strange, but very much welcome, feeling, your stress has gone up through your perceived betrayal of your mistress. Miss $Gray then stomps out, laughing to herself, and you’re left alone. Alone, that is, with the beautician’s belongings. Stealing them doesn’t cross your mind, but sabotaging them might prove detrimental to $Hannah and Miss $Gray ‘s wedding plans. Thankfully, the feelings you experience post orgasm leave you emboldened. [[House 7 Sabo<-Sabotage the makeup][$L to 1, $S to $S + 2]] [[House 7 No Sabo<-Leave the makeup alone][$L to 1, $S to $S + 2]]<</if>>

<<set $WeddingMakeup to 1>>\ You move quickly, so that you’re not caught in the act, either from $Hannah , or the returning beautician. To begin the criminal act, you take the eyeshadow palettes, shaking them violently so that the powder separates. When that proves ineffective, you bash them against the table, which does get the desired results. The moment the palette is opened, a rainbow of powders is sure to explode. You copy the process successfully on containers of blush, foundation powder and highlighter. After that, you unravel and uncap tubes of lipstick before smashing the waxy insides into a hard surface, mushing the pretty part into a useless mess. Finally, you squirt tubes of foundation into each, making sure they all coagulate into an unreliable cauldron of fluid that won’t match anyone’s skin tone. <<if $Home is 2>>Ruining this much premium makeup sends your sissy conscious into a state of frenzy, but it’s a small price to pay for the result you’re after.<</if>> [img[Images/Jen makeup.jpg]] Only a moment after all the products are back in the bag, the beautician returns, out of breath. “Last time I’ll ever forget this.” She laughs, raising up another bag to begin the conversation. You laugh in response. “I’ll get $Hannah for you.” “Thank you sweetie.” … “So what colors were you thinking for your eyeshadow?” The beautician asks, squirting a small amount of foundation onto a beauty blender, which she then begins to generously dab onto $Hannah ‘s face. “Well, I’m not sure actually. I think a light pink would be really cute, but so would a purple. Other times I think I should go with a more natural look, but that would be so boring, wouldn’t it?” $Hannah laughs. “Hmm, yeah.” The beautician answers, trying to maintain her calm at the sight of the foundation very much not blending into $Hannah ‘s skin. She keeps rubbing, and even tries to add a second squirt of foundation from a different tube, but that if anything worsens the problem. Still, she decides to not mention it ot $Hannah , whose eyes are closed shut, enjoying the experience. “Shall we try a pink and see how you like that first?” “Sure!” The beautician opens up a palette, only for powder to pop out and cover her hands, $Hannah ‘s face and lap, and a decent portion of the floor. “Huh?” Your step sister’s eyes open to stare in shock at the mess caused. “What the…” She gets distracted by the beautician’s mirror, and at first looks distraught, and then enraged at the horribly mismatched foundation she’s wearing. “Is this some kind of a joke?” “No! I swe…” “This Is the biggest day of my life, and you think it’s acceptable to make me look like this?” “I promise I wasn…” “After this display, you’ll be lucky to ever get a job in this city again.” $Hannah screams, which seems to summon Miss $Gray . “What’s the shouting for?” Your teacher asks, only for $Hannah to turn and face her. “Oh.” She lets out a small giggle, which $Hannah definitely heard. “So this is funny to you too?” “No. Well, maybe a little.” “We’re two weeks away from getting married, and rather than support me, you want to mock me?” $Hannah storms out. “I am so sorry.” The beautician pleads with the other bride-to-be. “I have no idea what happened.” “It’s a mystery.” Miss $Gray shrugs her shoulders, all whilst looking slyly at you. “Please, tell your fiance that I am truly sorry. I’ll show myself out.” Just like that, it’s only you and your teacher standing there. “So my makeup goes perfectly, then you’re left alone with her cosmetics, and suddenly $Hannah ‘s makeup gets ruined. How do you suppose that happened?” “Mayb…” “Save it. I can fill in the blanks myself. If you want to sabotage that beautician, I’m sure it’s only because you were jealous because we didn’t ask you to do our makeup for us. Well, message received. You’ll be doing both of our makeup for the wedding.” She shakes her head in disappointment, and then you’re left entirely alone. The pair are reliant on you for yet another task, and considering how much they both value their appearance, it’s probably not the wisest thing for Miss $Gray to demand you do. Sabotaging their makeup would be beautifully delicious, and a great way to humiliate them on their wedding day. Of course, you could easily do it well for them for some brownie points, but who knows what that will get you anyway. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 3]]

You opt not to ruin the beautician’s makeup, which is probably for the best anyway. Who knows what her relationship with $Hannah and Miss $Gray is? Besides, the finger of blame would most likely point to you immediately, and whenever that happens, your housemates are quick to punish you mercilessly. Playing on the safe side here is the best bet. It doesn’t take long for the beautician to return, visibly and audibly out of breath. “Last time I’ll ever forget this.” She laughs, raising up another bag to begin the conversation. You laugh in response. “I’ll get $Hannah for you.” “Thank you sweetie.” … “And so this is the look you want to go for?” The beautician asks, having remade $Hannah into a potential model. “You don’t think it’s overstated, do you?” “Most women don’t tend to use this much eyeshadow on their wedding day, but hey, it is //your// day, so who cares about other people?” She laughs. “You’re right. If a day is all about me, then I deserve to look exactly how I want.” //I think she’s forgetting about the other bride// “I can’t thank you enough!” “With this makeup and your dress, I’m sure you’ll be absolutely stunning.” $Hannah shows the beautician out, still beaming with confidence from the expert makeover. “You don’t have to be so jealous, $name .” $Hannah remarks. “I’m sure you’ll find someone who could love a sissy like you one day, and then you can get the bride treatment.” [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 3]]

<<set $CountGeneral to 1>>\ <<set $JenGeneralStore = ["Did he get lost going to the lingerie store or something?", "Can you imagine how many men he’s had with him on the SuperComfortBed 2000?", "Do you think he’s here for the manicure kit? Or maybe the lingerie catalog?", "He’s going to be so disappointed to realize we don’t have any cool handbags, only boring ones.", "I bet his mistress sent him to buy some cleaning supplies."]>>\ [[Mall<-Return to the mall]] <<if $JenLevel gt 5>>Even in the relatively neutral general store, you can’t escape the scrupulous glances of the public. "<<print $JenGeneralStore.random()>>" You overhear one worker whisper to her colleague.\ <<elseif $EnergyDrink is 0>>//Some of those energy drinks would help me concentrate on my chores…//\ <<elseif $Home lte 2 and $Home gt 0>>//So many of these things would be helpful for Miss $Gray and all the chores she’s going to make me do. I just wish they sold teacher repellent.// You lament. //The only thing I could buy that’s going to make dealing with her any easier is alcohol, and that’s for me//\ <<elseif $Home lte 4 and $Home gt 0>>//$Ash might not care about the chores that much, but some of these things would definitely make my life easier//\ <<else>>//Maybe stocking up on more Main Character would be a good idea.//<</if>> [[General Store General<-General goods]] - Chore items <hr> Main Character energy drink (6 pack)-20$ <<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Drinking will allow you to perform chores competently for the rest of the day, regardless of lust level");<</script>><</button>> <<if $I gt 19>>[[General Store Chore<-Buy energy drinks][$I to $I - 20, $EnergyDrink to $EnergyDrink + 6]]\ <<elseif $I lt 20>>You don't have enough money for energy drinks<</if>> <hr> Storage closet-20$ <<if $StorageCloset is 0>><<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Cleaning your room lasts longer");<</script>><</button>><</if>> <<if $StorageCloset is 0 and $I gt 19>>[[General Store Chore<-Buy storage closet][$I to $I - 20, $StorageCloset to 1]]\ <<elseif $StorageCloset is 1>>The extra organization room you already bought still does its job\ <<elseif $StorageCloset is 0 and $I lt 20>>You don't have enough money for the storage closet<</if>> Herbert Hoover-40$ <<if $Hoover is 0>><<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Skips the cleaning minigame when tidying your room");<</script>><</button>><</if>> <<if $Hoover is 0 and $I gt 39>>[[General Store Chore<-Buy hoover][$I to $I - 40, $Hoover to 1]]\ <<elseif $Hoover is 1>>Your Herbert Hoover already sucks with great efficiency\ <<elseif $Hoover is 0 and $I lt 40>>You don't have enough money for the hoover<</if>> IClean-150$ <<if $IClean is 0>><<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Cleans your room automatically");<</script>><</button>><</if>> <<if $IClean is 0 and $I gt 149>>[[General Store Chore<-Buy IClean][$I to $I - 150, $IClean to 1, $C5 to 1000]]\ <<elseif $IClean is 1>>Your IClean still cleans and bumps into things adorably\ <<elseif $IClean is 0 and $I lt 150>>You don't have enough money for the IClean<</if>> <hr> Laundry detergent-5$ (You have $LaundryDetergent Capsules) <<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Doing the laundry chore consumes one capsule");<</script>><</button>> <<if $I gt 4>>[[General Store Chore<-Buy laundry detergent][$I to $I - 5, $LaundryDetergent to $LaundryDetergent + 3]]\ <<elseif $I lt 5>>You don't have enough money for laundry detergent.<</if>> Fabric softener-20$ <<if $FabricSoftener is 0>><<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Washing clothes chore rewards double money");<</script>><</button>><</if>> <<if $FabricSoftener is 0 and $I gt 19>>[[General Store Chore<-Buy fabric softener][$I to $I - 20, $FabricSoftener to 1]]\ <<elseif $FabricSoftener is 1>>Your fabric softener still leaves coats and shirts alike feeling soft like a pillow\ <<elseif $FabricSoftener is 0 and $I lt 20>>You don't have enough money for the fabric softener<</if>> Iron-40$ <<if $Iron is 0>><<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Skips the organizing clothes minigame when completing the laundry chore");<</script>><</button>><</if>> <<if $Iron is 0 and $I gt 39>>[[General Store Chore<-Buy iron][$I to $I - 40, $Iron to 1]]\ <<elseif $Iron is 1>>Your iron still eradicates creases (and occasionally attempts the same with your hand)\ <<elseif $Iron is 0 and $I lt 40>>You don't have enough money for the iron<</if>> <hr> Quality bags-30$ <<if $CanvasBags is 0>><<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Causes no stress when performing groceries chore");<</script>><</button>><</if>> <<if $CanvasBags is 0 and $I gt 29>>[[General Store Chore<-Buy quality bags][$I to $I - 30, $CanvasBags to 1]]\ <<elseif $CanvasBags is 1>>Your expensive bags still work fine\ <<elseif $CanvasBags is 0 and $I lt 30>>You don't have enough money for expensive bags<</if>> Membership card-20$ <<if $MembershipCard is 0>><<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Groceries chore rewards double money");<</script>><</button>><</if>> <<if $MembershipCard is 0 and $I gt 19>>[[General Store Chore<-Buy membership card][$I to $I - 20, $MembershipCard to 1]]\ <<elseif $MembershipCard is 1>>Your membership card is still effective in accruing discounts\ <<elseif $MembershipCard is 0 and $I lt 20>>You don't have enough money for the membership card<</if>> Lucky pen-40$ <<if $LuckyPen is 0>><<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Skips the selecting items minigame when buying groceries");<</script>><</button>><</if>> <<if $LuckyPen is 0 and $I gt 29>>[[General Store Chore<-Buy lucky pen][$I to $I - 40, $LuckyPen to 1]]\ <<elseif $LuckyPen is 1>>Buying a second lucky pen won't double your luck. Probably\ <<elseif $LuckyPen is 0 and $I lt 30>>You don't have enough money for pen<</if>> <hr> Lingerie Catalog-50$ <<if $LingerieCatalog is 0 and $Home is 1 or $LingerieCatalog is 0 and $Home is 2>><<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Reduces the amount of time taken by completing the acquire hosiery chore");<</script>><</button>><<elseif $Home is 0 or $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>><<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("You don't have a use for that (yet)");<</script>><</button>><</if>> <<if $LingerieCatalog is 0 and $I gt 49>>[[General Store Chore<-Buy lingerie catalog][$I to $I - 50, $LingerieCatalog to 1]]\ <<elseif $LingerieCatalog is 1>>Your lingerie catalog already serves as a guide for buying exquisite hosiery, as well as a great makeshift porn mag\ <<elseif $LingerieCatalog is 0 and $I lt 50>>You don't have enough money for catalog<</if>> High heel keyring-20$ <<if $HighHeelKeyring is 0 and $Home is 1 or $HighHeelKeyring is 0 and $Home is 2>><<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Acquire hosiery chore rewards double money");<</script>><</button>><<elseif $Home is 0 or $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>><<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("You don't have a use for that (yet)");<</script>><</button>><</if>> <<if $HighHeelKeyring is 0 and $I gt 19>>[[General Store Chore<-Buy high heel keyring][$I to $I - 20, $HighHeelKeyring to 1]]\ <<elseif $HighHeelKeyring is 1>>Your lucky keychain is still proficient at finding great deals on lingerie\ <<elseif $HighHeelKeyring is 0 and $I lt 20>>You don't have enough money for keyring<</if>> <hr> Spice Rack-20$ <<if $SpiceRack is 0 and $House gt 2>><<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Reduces stress caused by cleaning the kitchen; reduces time taken");<</script>><</button>><<elseif $House lt 3>><<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("You don't have a use for that (yet)");<</script>><</button>><</if>> <<if $SpiceRack is 0 and $I gt 19>>[[General Store Chore<-Buy spice rack][$I to $I - 20, $SpiceRack to 1]]\ <<elseif $SpiceRack is 1>>The spice rack you already have still helps to organize the kitchen\ <<elseif $SpiceRack is 0 and $I lt 20>>You don't have enough for the spice rack<</if>> Coffee table-20$ <<if $CoffeeTable is 0 and $House gt 2>><<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Reduces stress caused by cleaning the lounge; reduces time taken");<</script>><</button>><<elseif $House lt 3>><<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("You don't have a use for that (yet)");<</script>><</button>><</if>> <<if $CoffeeTable is 0 and $I gt 19>>[[General Store Chore<-Buy coffee table][$I to $I - 20, $CoffeeTable to 1]]\ <<elseif $CoffeeTable is 1>>The table you already bought helps maintain the tidiness of the lounge\ <<elseif $CoffeeTable is 0 and $I lt 20>>You don't have enough for the table<</if>> Bathroom cabinet-20$ <<if $BathroomCabinet is 0 and $House gt 2>><<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Reduces stress caused by cleaning the bathroom; reduces time taken");<</script>><</button>><<elseif $House lt 3>><<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("You don't have a use for that (yet)");<</script>><</button>><</if>> <<if $BathroomCabinet is 0 and $I gt 19>>[[General Store Chore<-Buy bathroom cabinet][$I to $I - 20, $BathroomCabinet to 1]]\ <<elseif $BathroomCabinet is 1>>The cabinet in the bathroom still helps maintain order\ <<elseif $BathroomCabinet is 0 and $I lt 20>>You don't have enough for the cabinet<</if>> Latex cleaning gloves-20$ <<if $LatexCleaningGloves is 0 and $Home is 1 or $LatexCleaningGloves is 0 and $Home is 2>><<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Cleaning the house chore rewards double money");<</script>><</button>><<elseif $Home is 0 or $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>><<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("You don't have a use for that (yet)");<</script>><</button>><</if>> <<if $LatexCleaningGloves is 0 and $I gt 19>>[[General Store Chore<-Buy latex cleaning gloves][$I to $I - 20, $LatexCleaningGloves to 1]]\ <<elseif $LatexCleaningGloves is 1>>Your unkinky latex gloves are still great at keeping away bacteria, and making cleaning less gross\ <<elseif $LatexCleaningGloves is 0 and $I lt 20>>You don't have enough money for the cleaning gloves<</if>> <hr> Mani/Pedi kit-70$ <<if $ManiPediKit is 0 and $Home is 1 or $ManiPediKit is 0 and $Home is 2>><<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("Increases the money gained from Mani/Pedi chore ; increases time taken.");<</script>><</button>><<elseif $Home is 0 or $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>><<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("You don't have a use for that (yet)");<</script>><</button>><</if>> <<if $ManiPediKit is 0 and $I gt 69>>[[General Store Chore<-Buy Mani/Pedi kit][$I to $I - 70, $ManiPediKit to 1]]\ <<elseif $ManiPediKit is 1>>Your expensive nail art kit still does the job beautifully\ <<elseif $ManiPediKit is 0 and $I lt 70>>You don't have enough for the nail art kit<</if>>

<<set $W18A1 to 2, $AshAlert to 1>>\ <<set $W18J1 to 2, $JenAlert to 1>>\ <<set $AshMistress to 0, $JenMistress to 1>>\ “Hey, sissy!” A voice calls out to you. After your chance meeting a week ago, it’s not a great coincidence that the voice belongs to $Jen . “Where are you going?” “I’m meeting Mistress $Ash .” “There you go again. “Mistress”. What a loser, but anyway, your mistress is busy. She told me that I could use you today.” “She did? It’s not like her to abandon our plans.” “Yeah? Well she did, now come on, follow me.” $Jen grabs you by the wrist, and practically drags you to a secluded area of Farrix Academy for Girls. Just like when she used to extort you for money in the disused toilets, she’s again found a place where the privacy is certainly beneficial for her. “So what did Mistress $Ash want you to use me for?” “She wanted me to make sure your hypnosis is still effective.” “Hypnosis?” You reply, baffled at whatever $Jen is talking about. “So you don’t have any memory of it, huh? That might be even better.” She takes out her phone, and shows you an image that’s familiar, sort of like the voice of an old friend, or a childhood scent. [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] “There. Sissy, what’s my name?” Shaking off cobwebs clouding your ability to think, you’re shocked to find yourself at school still; you could have sworn you were at home, asleep. “Sissy! My name!” You look up to see your mistress there, looking sternly at you. “You’re Mistress…$Jen .” “Good girl.” Mistress affirms, stroking your hair. “I think you’ll make quite the useful slave for me to have. Run along to your next lesson. I’ll call when I need you.” “Yes mistress.” With your Goddess’ dismissal, you busy yourself with academics. Maybe they’ll prove useful in serving Mistress $Jen . [[18-1d<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 9>>\ <<set $House to 5>>\ <<set $CK to [3, 0, 5]>>\ <<set $CL[2] to 21>>\ <<if $ChoresPunish gt 0>>You awaken to see Miss $Gray leering at you from the tiny doorway of your kennel. "It really is a shame that we couldn't find a kennel with a small closet for your clothes. Maybe that's a new chore idea - contsructions and renovations to the house." $Hannah is beside her, and you hope her interuption makes Miss $Gray forget to make a note of her idea. "Come on, sissy. Me and my girlfriend have a lovely date ahead." “Wakeup. We’ve got quite the day planned. Me and your lovely step sister wanted to go on another date.”\ <<else>>As you've become familiar with on Saturdays, the rummaging around of Miss $Gray in your room is the thing to stir you. This week, she’s in your closet, where she takes out your maid dress and matching heels, and then places them on the bed that you emerge from. $Hannah is in the doorway, looking eager to see what the day has in store. “Wakeup sissy. We’ve got quite the day planned. Me and your lovely step sister wanted to go on another date.”<</if>> “Right. But this time, we want more than our makeup and nails done. Before we go to a fancy restaurant, we need to get new outfits.” “A complete new look. And who better to help us with that than a sissy like you, who spends all day dreaming about pretty little skirts and dresses. So hurry up and get your uniform on. We’ve got a busy day ahead.” [img[Images/Short maid dress.png]] Wiping the grogginess away, you do as commanded, adorning the black and white uniform on your tired body, meeting the two women in the hallway. Somewhat nicely, public humiliation seems to sting less when you’re just awakening. [[House 4b<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $Ash1803Event to 0>>\ <<set $Ash1803EventSteal to 0>>\ <<set $W18A3 to 1>>\ <<set $H to 16>>\ <<if $Home is 2>><<set $AshMistress to 1, $JenMistress to 0>>”Sissy!” A shrieking voice calls out, and you know it’s directed at you, both because you’re the only “guy” in this school, and because you recognize the voice as $Ash ‘s. “Just where have you been? I’d say I was worried sick, but honestly it was kind of nice to be free from you and your clinginess. But I never gave you permission to leave me alone, so what’s your excuse?” “I was busy serving my mistress.” “No, no you weren’t.” She shakes her head. “You must have been busy thinking about rock hard cock.” Though she is annoyed, she can’t help but smile at the words. “Your hypnosis just needs a touch-up.” She takes out her phone, and before you get a chance to say Mistress $Jen might want you right now, $Ash forces your face to stare out a beautiful spiral that looks curiously familiar. [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] “All better?” You shake away the trance you were in to stand proudly next to Mistress $Ash . “Goddess! How can I serve you today?” “There you are…back to normal. Come on, pansy. We’ve got to get you dressed up.” “What for?” “You’ll find out soon enough.”\ <<elseif $Home is 1>>”Sissy!” A shrieking voice calls out, and you know it’s directed at you, both because you’re the only “guy” in this school, and because you recognize the voice as $Ash ‘s. “It’s time for our next adventure. Going clubbing was cool, but not nearly as cool as it will be to see you take it in the ass from a stranger!” “Do you have to say that so loud?” “Not really, but it certainly makes it funnier. Now come on, we have to get you dressed up.” “For what, exactly?” “You’ll find out soon enough.”<</if>> [[18-3 Ash H2<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $H to 12>>\ Your hopes for the day are answered when Mistress $Jen appears, her beauty somehow surprising you even now. “I'm bored, and horny. Come on, I have use of you.” Thankfully, she takes you somewhere private, where there’s no one to distract you from the glory of your mistress, and where there won’t be anyone to interrupt you when you begin to serve her. “My boyfriend doesn’t seem to care if I orgasm. Can you believe that?” //How selfish can he be?// “So I’m left wet and unsatisfied. While that cock of yours may be useless, that mouth isn’t.” She lays down on the ground, pulling down her already short skirt, then her hosiery, and finally, her gorgeous panties, allowing you to gaze awe-inspiringly at Mistress $Jen ‘s vagina. True to her word, you can see it’s wet with her juices. “Come on, slave! Get licking!” //I don’t deserve to!// Despite your hesitation, if your mistress tells you to do something, you do it, so you dive in, planting your mouth against her most intimate of areas. “Yes, yes!” Though you have little experience, you evidently manage to impress, as your flailing tongue tickles enough of the right spots for Mistress $Jen to begin moaning. “Keep eating my vagina, you filthy slave.” Her words are cut off by more moans - a testament to your skill. “Does it make you jealous? To know that I’ll always love my boyfriend that I do you? No matter how good your head is, you’ll never compare to his huge cock.” //That’s exactly how it should be!// “He can ignore me, forget our anniversary, and call me whatever insults he wants. You’ll do whatever I ask, and yet I still go to him when I want my insides ravaged. Don’t you feel pathetic because of that? You should.” Mistress $Jen ‘s hands plant themselves on the back of your head, and she makes sure that you stay exactly where you are. “No matter how much you get me off, I’ll never even consider helping you out in any way.” Her moans really start to crescendo, and you might consider advising her to make sure no one outside the room could hear her, but your mouth is a little preoccupied. “I’m nearly there, slave. Show me why you deserve to serve me.” Though your tongue, jaw, and general embouchure are tired from pleasing Mistress $Jen , they have enough in reserve to make sure she can orgasm. “I’m…cum…ing!” Your spitfire tongue calms down as liquid squirts into your mouth and on your face, a confirmation that the orgasm was not faked, as if Mistress $Jen would ever do something so nice for you. When her grasp of your head relents, you sit up, and feel the intense wetness around your lips from her juices flying everywhere, but you’re proud of it, taking it as a symbol of your use in life. “Good slave.” Your goddess basks in the exaltation that’s normal after an orgasm, or at least, what you remember of the post-orgasm feelings. Naturally, you’re left feeling hornier, but you attempt to shrug off those selfish instincts. Similarly, you’re also calmer after spending time with the light of your world. Your jaw is probably going to be numb for the rest of the day, too. Mistress $Jen strokes your head. “Run along now; I’m bored of you already.” [[18-1d<-Continue][$S to $S - 2, $L to $L + 1]]

<<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $LipstickToilet = ["Don’t let $name near your boyfriend", "$name swallows", "$name kisses Miss $Gray ‘s ass", "$name licks $Ash ‘s feet", "$name ‘s asshole is looser than my pussy around Mr Hawt"]>>\ <<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $AnalS to $AnalS + 1, $SuckS to $SuckS + 1, $CumS to $CumS + 1>>\ <<if $Home is 2>>Rather than have to spend another hour without her company, Mistress $Ash kindly sought you out so that she might train you to be a better sissy.<<else>>It’s lunch, which might mean a moment to relax, but $Ash has other plans.<</if>> She leads you by the hand to a disused toilet. <<if $JenLevel gt 3>>Even these deserted facilities still update the rare user about your sissy life, no doubt thanks to $Jen ‘s handiwork after you failed to hand her money. "<<print $LipstickToilet.random()>>" the biggest piece of lipstick art proclaims.<</if>> “You’ll be devastated to hear that I don’t want to train you today.” Your mistress announces. <<if $Home is 1>>After yesterday’s events, you’re thankful indeed to take a break from the pressure of a penis, real or fake, in your rear.<<elseif $Home is 2>>You are saddened to hear her say that, but mistress knows best.<</if>> “Instead, I want to hear details. //All// the details. What was it like being a whore for me? How much did you make me? How many men did you end up pleasing?”<<if $Home is 1>> //She actually expected to continue looking after I got picked up by one John?//<</if>> It doesn’t take much effort to remember last night’s events. In fact, you’d be surprised if you ever managed to forget them, short of any major head trauma. <<if $Ash1803Event is 1 and $Home is 2>>Along with that, comes the shame of having betrayed your mistress. She wanted you to give yourself to that man, and you failed her by running away once your goddess was no longer in view. Now, in front of the woman that means so much to you, you couldn’t even fathom lying. “Mistress, I’m so sorry.” Your head droops in shame. “We had sex for a while, but he got distracted in the middle of it. When he took a phone call from his wife, I left.” Whenever you do something which might anger Mistress $Ash , you can almost imagine a pair of demonic wings sprouting from her body, enveloping you, all so that she might punish you the way you deserve for your instance of treason. In this moment, you definitely do not deserve to look her in those beautiful eyes of hers, even if that means you have no clue whether those wings are coming for you or not. “You did what?” “I’m sorry mistress, I’ll never go against your wishes like that again.” She groans, and though your eyes are still locked with the ground, you’re certain she’s shaking her head in a deserved show of disappointment. “Well, maybe that’s my fault.” “Huh?” “You’re so dedicated to me, but when I’m not there, your obedience drops a little, doesn’t it? I realize now that I should have stayed with you, and encouraged you as that stranger’s dick fucked your brains out.” “No mistress, it’s entirely my fault, please don’t blame yourself.” “Regardless, it’s a mistake I won’t make again. Becoming a true sissy is very important, and I’ll be there every step along the way, whether it’s me with a strap on, or me holding your hand during a bukkake, I’ll be there.” Whilst you do have lingering regret over your decision, Mistress $Ash being more in your life, like she just committed to, is the greatest thing you could ask for.\ <<elseif $Ash1803Event is 1 and $Home is 1>>Of course, there’s no reason to explain how you ran away during the middle of the sexual act. Well, perhaps seeing her frustration would be worthwhile, but the punishment that would soon follow would definitely make you regret that decision. Instead, you just confirm what she suspected. “He took me to a quiet parking lot, and then we had sex.” “And what was it like?” “It was…interesting.” $Ash looks at you the way a teacher encouragingly looks at a child who’s trying to answer a question. “It was really cramped, even when he leaned the seats back. I was on the bottom, and his legs had me pinned down. Even if I wanted to leave, I couldn’t. He was so strong that he could have done anything he wanted to me, and I was powerless to resist.” You take a gulp at hearing the shocking words of what you actually experienced. “And he never noticed your clitty cage?” “I don’t think so. It was so dark, and I made sure that he wanted to stick it in my butt anyway.” “Good job; most men would take anal over vaginal sex any day. And what about the ending? Did he finish inside you?” “Yes.” The answer scares you, despite it being a lie. “Having a man…orgasm inside me was unique.” “I bet there’s still some of his cum up inside you now, isn’t there?” Blushing, you nod.\ <<elseif $Ash1803Event is 0 and $Home is 2>>You feel an immense amount of pride in following through on Mistress $Ash ‘s request, even to the point of a stranger finishing inside of you, as well as a great amount of glee yourself. “He took me to a parking lot where we had sex. It was A.M.A.Z-ING! I Don’t think I‘ve ever had such a great time in my life. Well, apart from when I’m with you, of course.” You giggle. “I wish we could have had sex for another 10 hours!” “And he never noticed your clitty cage?” “Nope! Well, he might have, but it was so dark anyway, and he never said anything, but then again, maybe he did see it, and decided not to say anything, but he didn’t rea…” “Sissy! A yes or no would do.” Mistress $Ash interrupts you from taking a welcome journey into your memory. “Sorry, mistress.” Again, you giggle. “And did he finish inside of you? Or did he pull out?” Hearing Mistress $Ash ask that makes you feel like an even bigger whore than when he actually did cum. “He did - finish inside me. It would have been nice getting a facial instead, but experiencing being used like a human condom was so fulfilling!” Your goddess laughs. “I have trained you so well.” She pats you on the head. “You’ve made me so proud.”\ <<elseif $Ash1803Event is 0 and $Home is 1>>Describing such an intimate act seems strange, though that’s probably you romanticizing being made a prostitute. Then again, you’ve been kept in chastity by two women for most of your recent memory, so you do have a weird perception of what’s “intimate”. “Well, he took me to a quiet parking lot, and then we had sex.” “And what was it like?” “It was…interesting.” $Ash looks at you the way a teacher encouragingly looks at a child who’s trying to answer a question. “It was really cramped, even when he leaned the seats back. I was on the bottom, and his legs had me pinned down. Even if I wanted to leave, I couldn’t. He was so strong that he could have done anything he wanted to me, and I was powerless to resist.” You take a gulp at hearing the shocking words of what you actually experienced. “And he never noticed your clitty cage?” “I don’t think so. It was so dark, and I made sure that he wanted to stick it in my butt anyway.” “Good job; most men would take anal over vaginal sex any day. And what about the ending? Did he finish inside you?” “Yes.” The answer scares you, yet also turns you on. “Having a man…orgasm inside me was unique.” “I bet there’s still some of his cum up inside you now, isn’t there?” Blushing, you nod.<</if>> <<if $Ash1803Event is 1 and $Home is 2>>”And that means I’m not receiving a paycheck, doesn’t it?” Mistress rolls her eyes again. “Ugh. Sometimes you do test my patience. Still, tomorrow we’ll return to training you at lunch time.” She strolls out, evidently annoyed, which does make you want to cry, and you’ve got a barren toilet to do just that. [[18-1d<-Continue][$S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $Ash1803EventSteal is 1 and $Home is 2>>”And what about my paycheck?” Though you earned a lot more money, not by performing a sexual act, but by stealing, you still want to give your mistress all you earned; it’s the least she deserves. You hand her 120$. “This much? On your first night?” She’s blown back in shock, but that doesn’t stop her from accepting the money with an eager smile. “If you could earn that much from a single guy, I might have to put you to work more often.” She laughs. “And as a reward, we’ll return to training you at lunchtime tomorrow.” She strolls out, doubtlessly on a high for the rest of the day. [[18-1d<-Continue][$I to $I - 120]]\ <<elseif $Ash1803EventSteal is 0 and $Home is 2>>”And what about my paycheck?” Always eager to gift your mistress something, you hand her the 20$ your pussy earned you. “Hmm. I thought you would have got at least double this. You probably didn’t market yourself well enough. And as a reward, we’ll return to training you at lunchtime tomorrow.” She strolls out, doubtlessly on a high for the rest of the day. [[18-1d<-Continue][$I to $I - 20]]\ <<elseif $Ash1803EventSteal is 0 and $Home is 1>>”And what about my paycheck?” Sadly, it looks as though you won’t have anything left for yourself. 20$ already seems like you’re holding out on her, and so keeping just 5$ is too risky. You simply hand her the cash, which she doesn’t accept without complaint. “Hmm. I thought you would have got at least double this. You probably didn’t market yourself well enough. And as a reward, we’ll return to training you at lunchtime tomorrow.” She strolls out, doubtlessly on a high for the rest of the day. [[18-1d<-Continue][$I to $I - 20]]\ <<elseif $Ash1803EventSteal is 1 and $Home is 1>>”And what about my paycheck?” Having earned 120$ for your night’s activities, you're left with a curious choice of what to give her. [[18-4 Ash Reportb<-Give her 20$][$I to $I - 20, $Ash1803EventSteal to 2]] [[18-4 Ash Reportb<-Give her 60$][$I to $I - 60, $Ash1803EventSteal to 3]] [[18-4 Ash Reportb<-Give her 120$][$I to $I - 120, $Ash1803EventSteal to 4]]<</if>>

Only once darkness invades the sky do you feel comfortable doing what is becoming increasingly scarier to think about. If you’re caught breaking into somewhere, then the punishments won’t be a benign detention or a harsh spanking, they’ll be life altering. But you feel justified in this course of action. Miss $Gray has taken advantage of her power to impose her will over you, and you’ve confirmed that the key was delivered to the post office, so their withholding of it, due to a bad employee or not, serves as fuel to keep your fire lit. To begin your quest, you first make sure you have the gloves and ski mask, and then head out to the post office. When you get there, you’re encouraged by the lack of foot traffic, and actual traffic. The less potential witnesses there are, the better. Now, it’s just a matter of choosing how to perform the heist. [[Escape Chastity 8 Window<-Use the window]] <<if $I gt 49>>[[Escape Chastity 8 Hotel<-Book a room in the hotel]]<<else>>You don’t have enough money to book a room in the hotel<</if>>

You prepare yourself against the wall of the building, right next to the small window you plan on entering through. Once the coast is clear of pedestrians, you slip the ski mask over your head, don the gloves, and ready yourself to climb through. The grip you get on the window frame isn’t solid thanks to the gloves, but with enough perseverance and upper body strength, you crawl into the building. Or at least, you try to. Once your weight is primarily in the dark room as opposed to outside, you topple over, landing painfully, with a thud on the ground. Dazed by the impact, you slowly get to your feet, clutching your back which broke the fall. //Knocking 5 years off my life will still be worth it if I can find that key// In the almost pitch black room, you stretch out the painful areas of your body. If you are going to be searching for a while, you might as well minimize the pain beforehand. It’s after a couple of these movements that you’re caught like a deer in headlights. A light flickers on, and in the silent room, there’s a man standing there in front of an open door. He’s dressed solely in his boxers, and is squinting, not against the sudden burst of light in the previously dark room, but because he’s just woken up. Incredibly, he didn’t even grab a weapon to investigate the noise of your crash, and rather look shocked, scared or an attempt at intimidation, he has a passive grin on his face. “‘Sup.” “Err, hi.” You speak the words so weakly they sound more like a question. The man exits your view for a second, but returns only a second later. He now has a small package in his hand, and he tosses it at the ground in front of you. Sensing he wants you to pick it up, you do, immediately noting the label on the front. It’s yours, but it’s already been opened, and there's no key inside. “How did you know that was for me?” “Nobody breaks into here to get their sundress a day early, do they?” You’re silent for a while. The fact he isn’t panicking makes you believe he hasn’t called the police, nor does he likely intend to. “Where’s what was inside?” “Right here.” He waves at you with his hand, but it’s not anything he’s holding that attracts your attention, it’s the bracelet on his wrist. There’s a small piece of metal attached, and you immediately recognize it as your key. “Can I have it back?” He doesn’t respond at first. “Please?” “You can, if you give me a good reason to let you have it.” “What? You can’t blackmail me over this!” “Legally, no, but then you’re not supposed to be here either, are you?” “It’s just a key, I don’t know why you want to do this.” “Because it’s not “just a key” to you, is it? I know exactly what this is for?” “You do?” He nods his head. “And I don’t think your daddy would appreciate you trying to escape your chastity cage, do you?” //My daddy?// “A key this small could only be for a chastity cage, and a sissy like you is undoubtedly locked up by a master, one who has no clue about this key. Am I right? And I'll be that man uses you as much as he wants to.” You’re at a loss for words. He’s certainly close to the truth, but just far away enough that you want to correct him, but that’d be useless to do anyway. Now you’re beginning to wonder just how many people know of chastity cages and subservience, because it seems like most of the people you talk to have an understanding of what’s kept locked on your cock. “What do you want?” “100$.” “Money? Isn’t there some other way?” “Well, I’m pretty horny, so a handjob would be nice.” “I’m not giving you either of those.” “Then you should probably leave and let me go back to sleep.” He looks as though he’s about to walk away, practically leaving you to your own devices, but he’s also eager to hear your response. 100$ is in reality a small price to pay for what it gets you. Heck, you’d be willing to pay twice as much for just a single orgasm when you’re in school surrounded by attractive women. Half that cost to have them whenever you’re at home is certainly with that price tag. But on the other hand… //I can’t give him a handjob!// Is what you’d be certain of a month ago, but being locked up for this long must be having effects on you, because you’re more willing to do this than you ever thought you would be. In fact, you could reason that the handjob is the better option of the two. It would take hours of chores for $Hannah to give you 100$. You could save that much and be out of here in 15 minutes. <<if $I gt 99>>[[Escape Chastity 8 Window Money<-Give him 100$][$I to $I - 100]]<<else>>You don’t have enough money to pay him<</if>> [[Escape Chastity 8 Window Handjob<-Give him a handjob]] [[Escape Chastity 8 Window Leave<-Leave]]

Believing this to be the better course of action, you enter the revolving door of the hotel, and approach the front desk. “Hi, I’d like to book a room please.” “Of course. When for?” “Uhm, tonight.” The lack of confidence makes it sound more like a question. You hadn’t considered this before, but of course it’s uncommon for people to book hotels on the day they want to stay there, nevermind the night. “That’s no problem. Our rooms begin at 50$, and go up to 80$ if you want a king sized bed, and 120$ for the honeymoon suite.” “Just a basic 50$ room, please.” You hand the receptionist the necessary money, and she smiles as she hands you a key, which has a small plastic label attached. “304” After thanking the woman, you use the elevator to get to the third floor, and try to figure out which side of the building you’re on relative to the post office. In an effort to orient yourself, you take a peek out one of the corridor windows, and are relieved to see the target of tonight’s robbery, with the roof of the building being only a 2 meter drop. There’s no need to busy yourself any further, so you drop the room key, and climb out of the window, landing with a thud on top of the post office. Now, you equip the gloves, making sure they’re pulled as far up your arm as they can be, in the hope they don’t fall down, and then pull the ski mask over your head, aligning the holes with your relevant facial features. Staying low to the ground to avoid pedestrian eyes, you crouch-walk over to the skylight, seeing nothing inside thanks to the darkness. With a final look around before you can’t back out, you pry open the skylight with your hands, maneuver yourself to a hanging position on the frame, and then drop down. [[Escape Chastity Hotelb<-Continue]]

The first few moments after dropping, you remain completely still, expecting there to be some sort of noise or movement, but none occurs. Only after you’re completely sure there’s no one waiting to catch you do you take out your phone and use it as a flashlight. The illuminated room proves itself to be a storage room, with boxes upon boxes stacked high upon crates hidden behind cases, containers and chests. /This is going to take a while// To begin what is likely going to be an exhaustive search for a small item in a sea of tiny and huge packages, you look at the items in one corner of the room, and then work your way around the walls, going inwards. Surely, you pray, that way you'll find your key, even if it takes hours. … //I give up// Whilst the work has taken hours, it’s still an unfruitful venture. You collapse on the ground, cursing whatever mystery is eluding. After so much time planning this, you never actually considered that maybe the receptionist here at the post office was being honest; maybe your package isn’t here. Of course, you’re in far too deep to actually quit now, especially when you know that the moment you arrive home, you’ll curse your decision to leave. But if the package is here, where is it? You’ve searched the entirety of this room, and no package has even had remotely close to your name on it, so if it is here…it must be in another room. There’s only three doors connected to the room: one you deduced must lead to the front desk where you interacted with that //delightful// receptionist. A second is the fire escape door, which you had already pinned as your best bet of getting out of here. The third, based on the plans you saw, must lead to the staff room. The door does have a glass screen, but you can’t see anything inside thanks to the darkness, and putting your phone to the pane just results in too much glare to observe anything. Still, you place your hand gently on the handle, and slowly press down until it opens. Raising up your flashlight, you notice a small kitchenette, a table with a couple of chairs, and a couch, and based on the person lightly snoring on it, it’s currently being used as a makeshift bed. You immediately lower your hand, and your heart rate soars. It’s a miracle the person didn’t hear you drop in and investigate. Considering how close you came to being caught red handed, you want to immediately leave. It’s definitely the smart thing to do, but then you would have broken into here for nothing. Standing in the doorway, you’re left with the decision to bail, or risk it all by searching in a room with someone sleeping in. [[Escape Chastity Hotel Sleep<-Investigate the room]] [[Escape Chastity Hotel Leave<-Leave]]

<<set $EscapeChastity to 12>>\ Bracing yourself, you step forward into the room. Your phone remains pointing at the ground, only illuminating the bare minimum to allow you to see. Thankfully, the light snoring serves as an indicator that you’re not in immediate danger, but the moment it should stop, you promise to dart out the fire exit. Tiptoeing over to the kitchenette, you glimpse around for your key, but there’s no package to be seen, not even in the cupboards and drawers, which you slowly open and close. Nor is the parcel anywhere to be found beneath the coat rack and notice boards. After silently exhausting the easy places to search, there’s only one area left, but you were deliberately holding off from doing it. With a final mental steeling, you cautiously step over to where the person, who’s gender you’ve still yet to ascertain, is and look around for your key. It’s too dangerous to use the light now, and you’re most kept blindly groping in the dark, hoping to grab //your// package, not anyone else’s. After gently feeling around, you’re left still empty handed, but left with a strange sense of courage. If the person has woken up by now, then maybe some light won’t hurt afterall. Raising your flashlight, you see the couch area is barren of anything that might give you your genitals back, but a familiar glimmer catches your eye as you're about to look away. //That’s it! That’s my key!// Attached to the person’s bracelet is a small piece of metal that looks incredibly familiar. There’s no way it’s not yours. But why on earth would someone put it on their bracelet? Would value could it possibly hold to them? It doesn’t make sense, but who cares, you’ve found it! And even though it’s undeniably risky, you’re not leaving without it, even if you do have to remove it. Placing your phone carefully down on the floor so that you may use two hands, which are still shaking, you get ready to cement yourself as a legendary thief, though you do first decide to ditch the gloves. Jewelry latches can be so finicky! You gently rotate the bracelet so that the unlocking mechanism is close to you, and then very slowly pull against the pin, which collapses the circle and allows it to go straight, disconnecting from the wearer. Holding it up close, you can confirm that it definitely is your key. You look down at the person still sound asleep. You have not a single clue why they would have opened your mail, saw the key and thought “this would make a great piece of jewelry”, but it doesn’t matter now anyway. You’d be gleefully jumping around, were it not for the amount of noise that would make. You slide the bracelet into your pocket, and slowly retreat out the room, and then head towards the fire door. You press your body against its handle, ready to push, and following a brief moment to listen for any passersby, you open it, dashing into the night. The fire alarm sounds immediately, but you’re halfway down the street after only a few seconds, and once the coast is definitely clear, take off the ski mask. //I actually did it!// You’re practically skipping down the street like a schoolgirl, madly pleased at your mischief. It shouldn’t have been nearly this hard to get a copy of the key, but you prevailed regardless. And now no matter what Miss $Gray threatens you with, it’s meaningless, because the very thing she’ll hold against you will be safe at home, or at least a perfect replica of it. After arriving home, you breathe a final sigh of relief. Taking out the chastity key, you hold it up in the air. //I guess crime does pay// [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $S to $S + 2]]

<<set $EscapeChastity to 11>>\ Maybe it’s your inner coward talking, but your nerves have peaked enough today. With there being somebody asleep on the couch, you’re lucky you never got caught breaking in, and there’s still the whole “escape” part of this plan left to execute. It’s best to just go home, consider it a loss, and be a free man another day. As free as someone kept in chastity is, anyway. Silently, you click the door closed, leaving the slumbering individual to their sleep. It’s annoying to have tried so hard and got so far, but in the end, it doesn’t even matter. The mystery of your chastity key will remain just that. After sighing about that realization, you press your body against the handle of the firedoor, ready to push, and following a brief moment to listen for any passersby, you open it, dashing into the night. The fire alarm sounds immediately, but you’re halfway down the street after only a few seconds. //That won’t be good for their sleep// Once you’re far enough away, you feel confident enough to slow down, and take the opportunity to wipe the sweat off your forehead. When you do, you’re annoyed at your stupidity over leaving the ski mask on for so long after the crime. Not only does it worsen how much you’re sweating, but it’ll look incredibly suspicious to anyone who’s caught a glimpse of you, which you don’t think is anyone, but there’s no telling how many people have taken a look out their window to see a poorly dressed burglar running from the sound of an alarm. You stuff the balaclava into a pocket, and make your way back home, not minding taking convoluted paths. The cool air is comforting after the stressful scenario you put yourself in, and it should make it harder to track you. After arriving home, one sad thought plagues your mind. //I guess I really do have to appease Miss $Gray now// [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $S to $S + 2]]

<<set $EscapeChastity to 12>>\ “Whatever. Here.” You take out the cash and hold it out for him. He slowly approaches, not because he’s afraid of getting close to you, but more out of tiredness. Taking it in hand, he inspects it, and confirms that the amount is satisfactory. In turn, he unbuckles the key from his bracelet, and places it in your hand. You’d mutter a remark to help distill the awkwardness, like “pleasure doing business with you”, but he’s already back in the room he came from, closing the door behind him. Looking at the key, you’d stake your life on it being the right one, but he isn’t the place to make sure. You remove your ski mask and exit out the fire escape, the alarm immediately blaring behind you, which won’t be great for the strange man’s sleep, but you don’t have a reason to care about that, or anything else right now for that matter. With this key, life can get back to some semblance of normal. Sure, Miss $Gray is still going to have her feminizing edicts hanging over you, but now the punishment for disobedience stays in the classroom, and doesn’t follow you home, and her detentions will be all the sweeter knowing that the key she keeps isn’t the only one. When you arrive back home, you breathe a sigh of relief, and are overwhelmed by a sense of pride at your plan having worked. While not without its errors (you never did plan on being caught by a horny man who you just woke up), it worked nonetheless. Life is starting to look up. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $S to $S + 2]]

<<set $EscapeChastity to 12>>\ //I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this// “Alright, I’ll do it.” You don’t have the guts to say that you’ll be opting to give him a handjob, but based on how you aren’t reaching for a wallet to pay him, he can deduce what you mean. He confirms that when he pulls down his boxers, not all the way, but just enough to make his cock and balls visible. His unwillingness to take them off entirely makes this feel even more transactional. Slowly, as if you had never seen a penis before, you approach it, growing increasingly regretful of your choice. Then, you grab it with your dominant hand. Curiously, you’re not immediately grossed out by it. It feels just like yours, just from a different angle. It’s pleasantly warm, even after you take your gloves off. Though it is flaccid, through physical stimulation, it comes to life. Based on the lack of encouraging words, or even moans caused by pleasure, you’d guess the man isn’t even into men, but is so desperate for an orgasm that he’s willing to compromise on your sexuality. In that regard, you’re very much alike. As the cock came to life, you stood parallel to him, but it quickly becomes obvious that it’s an inefficient stance to get someone off from. In response, you resort to a sort of half-squat position. It'd be much easier to kneel, obviously, but that’s too submissive of a stance to take; you only have to give him a quickie, there’s no need to debase yourself any further, especially when getting jizz on your face would take this from a bizarre, though interesting, experience, to something disgusting. Your gripping hand moves back and forth, and your eyes seek somewhere to plant their gaze on. You’re certainly not willing to look the man in his eyes, but you have no idea where you’re actually supposed to look otherwise. Similarly, your off-hand feels out of place no matter where you put it. When it rests on your thigh, it feels as though it should be more involved, but gripping the man’s leg with it for extra stability is far too personal. Your eyes end up mostly watching the head of his cock, though you occasionally look elsewhere, with the same frequency that you’d break eye contact. By keeping your eyes locked here, you get to witness as precum leaks out. Though you are grossed out by the idea of getting it on you, you are thankful for how it serves as a lubricant. The hunch that the man was actually in great need of an orgasm is soon proved correct. He again is verbally silent, and the only way you know it’s coming is through experience with your own penis. His cock tenses up as prelude to the ejaculation, and though you want to drop your hand and run, you keep jerking, inspired by the key that will soon be yours. The jizz shoots out eagerly, squirting on your shirt and your clothed crotch. A couple drops land on the floor. Once the orgasm is over, you immediately stop the stimulation, and wipe your hand on a clean part of your pants. The man pulls his boxers up, not caring to wipe his cock of leftover jizz. “Your daddy needs to train you to give better handjobs.” He grunts, unbuckling the key from his bracelet, and dropping it on the ground in front of you. You quickly grab it, like a dog scurrying for dropped food. He excuses himself back to his “bedroom”. Though you did whore yourself out, you don’t care; in your hands is the key to your crotch! You remove your ski mask and exit out the fire escape, the alarm immediately blaring behind you, which won’t be great for the strange man’s sleep, but you don’t have a reason to care about that, or anything else right now for that matter. With this key, life can get back to some semblance of normal. Sure, Miss $Gray is still going to have her feminizing edicts hanging over you, but now the punishment for disobedience stays in the classroom, and doesn’t follow you home, and her detentions will be all the sweeter knowing that the key she keeps isn’t the only one. When you arrive back home, you breathe a sigh of relief, and are overwhelmed by a sense of pride at your plan having worked. While not without its errors (you never did plan on being caught by a horny man who you just woke up), it worked nonetheless. Life is starting to look up. [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $S to $S + 2, $L to $L + 1]]

<<set $EscapeChastity to 11>>\ “Screw this, keep it.” You reply, pantomiming ambivalence at the outcome. You remove the ski mask as you head for the fire exit, leaving without another word exchanged. The alarm sounds behind you, but you don’t care. The truth is that you’re crushed at being unable to get the key to your cage. You worked so hard, even to a point of breaking the law for it, and you’ve left empty handed, with both money and time sunk into this unfruitful endeavor. Some might take solace in the fact that you stood your ground, not giving the man neither money nor a sexual favor, but that doesn’t amount to much in face of what you almost had. Self respect is great, but access to your penis is even better. When you arrive home, you sigh a final time. “If only you put this much time and effort into doing what I demand; you’d be let out whenever you want.” You can practically hear Miss $Gray saying. Her teasing words can’t beat you down any further, though. //I guess I really do have to appease Miss $Gray now// [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $S to $S + 2]]

<<set $GrayLunchFail to 1>>\ <<set $EscapeChastity to 14>>\ Miss $Gray’s lecture begins from the moment your foot is in the door, nevermind waiting for the door to close behind. She’s clearly eager to yell at you, and you’re quite the defenseless dummy. “Anyone else in my position would have been completely merciless. They would have never given you the chance to earn daily escape from chastity. And how do you repay my kindness? By breaking out of it?” She sighs. “I’ll reform you, $name , no matter how much you fight against it.” <<if $FSounding is 0>>From behind a compartment in her desk, she acquires another chastity device, identical to your previous one. Forcing you to expose your genitals, she prepares to lock it on. “If you were smart, you would have made the most of your freedom.” She connects the ring to the cage, and keeps it in place with the padlock, which closes with a distinct, terrifying click. “Because I’m not sure when I’ll let you out again.” The key is still in the lock, but from the way she’s looking into your eyes, it’s clear she has something terrible in mind. She doesn’t pull out the key. Instead, she violently turns it, jerking it so hard that your body almost does a flip in the direction of the moment. It’s unclear why she’d do this at first, but it quickly becomes obvious. Miss $Gray holds up to your face the remains of her cruel action. It’s the key, or at least the remains of it. It’s jankily broken, and she only carries the handle. Rushing with your hands to the lock, you pull it up to confirm the worst: the rest of the key is still in there. “You just…” “Broke the key? Yep! But it’s fine, you had an escape method anyway, so why are you worried?” Obviously Miss $Gray knows this prevents that, and she’s reveling in your distraught. “Fixing that is going to take an expert, and I don’t think you particularly want to show off your pathetic locked cock, do you?” “I can’t believe this. I’m stuck in this stupid cage!” “There’s no need for dramatics.” She mocks. “I’ll let you out one day. With the part of this key that isn’t the lock, I’m sure someone could fashion a way out. But I have no intention of letting that happen anytime soon. Perhaps once it’s clear you really do regret what you’ve done, you can //earn// that opportunity. Shall we say, in a month?” “A month!?” Now more than ever, you’re tempted to smash the cage against the walls or tables in the hopes that it breaks open, but you know that wouldn’t solve anything. Even if that did miraculously work, Miss $Gray would just pull out another cage. “You’re right, that’s far too generous. In fact, you don’t even deserve to know how long you’ll be in there for, so I’ll keep it to myself.” Your heart sinks out your body, descending further down to whatever hellish hole Miss $Gray crawled out of. She returns to her desk. “You can leave now.” She benignly returns to her work, and her casual tone over such a life altering matter is just as terrifying as the knowledge that it will take weeks, at best, before you get another orgasm. With the eagerness of a fatigued turtle, you exit. Arguing has never worked in your favor.\ <<elseif $FSounding is 1>>From behind a compartment in her desk, she acquires another chastity device, but it’s quite distinct from the one you neglected to wear. Terrifyingly, it’s metal, but that’s not even the scariest part of it. She holds the cage close to your face, letting your fears increase tenfold. “There’s so many interesting chastity cages out there. I think this one is perhaps the cruelest. This little tube” she begins, playing with the cylindrical pipe in the middle that extends several inches past the base of the device, “is going to make it impossible to forget you’re wearing it.” “That tube goes into it my..penis?” [img[Images/C - CCSound.jpg]] “And it’ll stay there whenever you have the cage on, which is going to be an awful lot if you don’t start behaving. Can you imagine that? Several inches of penetration inside of your most intimate part, all day. I can’t wait to watch you squirm.” She demands you undress, and you have no avenue of escape. She simply has too much power over you, and she can exert her will as she wishes. “I’ve already lubricated it, but I wonder how comfortable it will be once it’s been inside you for several days at a time.” She forces your balls and penis into the base ring, before tauntingly glaring at you as she lines up the urethral tube with the head of your dick. It was terrifying when $Jen first shoved that butt plug into your ass, but right now, you’d do anything to be back in that moment, and have a chance to rethink the decisions that brought you to this moment. The tube extends at least 2 inches past the start of the cage, and with the part of it that’s inside the frame, you figure your penis will have at least 3 and a half inches of silicone living inside it. She cackles at you realizing this, and inserts the tip into your tip, and you close your eyes to brace yourself for the rest. You can definitely feel it inside you, but against your expectations, it doesn’t really hurt. There’s a strange pressure from inside of your penis that’s uncomfortable, and certainly couldn’t be forgotten, but it never advances to pain. After a short while, you open your eyes to a squint to see Miss $Gray maneuvering the cage up to your penis. It’s almost an out of body experience to see something enter a part of you that you never wanted to be explored. You compare the moment to something similar to giving birth, though instead of a team of comforting doctors, you have the witch-like grin of Miss $Gray eager to torture you further. Soon enough, the cage is connected to the base ring, and Miss $Gray locks it in place, connecting the new key to her old necklace. Even now, with the length of the sounding tube inside you, it still isn’t painful. Hopefully, the discomfort will disappear in face of experience wearing it, but for now, you’re intimately aware of it. “I don’t know how you escaped your cage before, but let me promise you this.” To punctuate her words, she grabs your exposed testicles. “Pull that shit again, and you won’t have any balls for me to grab you by.” She relents her grip once you give a nod of submission. After that, you practically dash out of the room after pulling up your pants, dreading spending any more time with Miss $Gray , lest she pull out a cage that permanently gives you a belly ache, or one that fills you with self doubt.<</if>> <<if $Day3 lt 36>>[[5-1e<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Day3 lt 43>>[[6-1e w Punish<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Day3 lt 50 and $GrayPunish is 1>>[[7-1e Punish<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Day3 lt 50 and $Day3 is 5>>[[7-5e<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Day3 lt 50>>[[7-1e<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $DressUn to 1, $HosieryUn to 1, $ShoesUn to 1, $UniformUn to 1>> [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] You arrive at <<if $Home is 2>> Mistress <</if>>$Ash ‘s house soon after leaving Farrix, and she spends the entire journey gleefully singing about how fun tonight will be. <<if $Home is 2>>Considering you’ll be spending it with her, you’re inclined to agree.<<else>>Sadly, her fun usually comes at your expense.<</if>> “Today, I want to pick your outfit out. It’s important to advertise how much of a slut you are, I don’t trust you to get that right. As a bonus, that means you get to wear some of my clothes. Aren’t you lucky?” <<if $Home is 2>>//I don’t deserve such an honor!//<<else>>//Lucky? I must have picked up a rotten 4 leaf clover somewhere//<</if>> “These are ABSOLUTELY necessary.” A pair of red high heeled boots are thrown out of her closet that she burrows into. You have no idea how she manages to find things with such a messy closet, because right now she looks like a dog stuck in a cat door. She might as well be drowning in the pile of dresses and skirts, but keeps searching regardless. “I thought this was too short for me, but it’ll be just right for you.” Another item, this time a minute dress, lands in front of you. “And we just have to get you the right hosiery.” In another pile, which seems filled with her socks and nylons, she burrows for a specific pair, and it seems like she has something specific in mind. “Here!” Two long tubes in a fishnet pattern are tossed in your general direction. She stands up again, exhausted from the intensive moving of piles of clothes. “What are you waiting for? Get dressed!” <<if $Home is 1>>You do so without a complaint - there’s no need to make this any worse for yourself.<<elseif $Home is 2>>You do so eagerly, if just to show off that eagerness to Mistress $Ash .<</if>> … <<if $Home is 1>>”Are you sure this isn’t too short? Even for me?” In the mirror, you can clearly see the top of your stockings cheekily peeking out beneath the hem of the dress. “If anything, if anything, it’s too long. Just a couple less inches so I could see your butt peeking out beneath…that’d be perfect.”\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>”Mistress, I love it!” “I knew you would. Now you better show me that appreciation by meeting me at lunch again!” //I didn’t meet her today?//<</if>> “So what’s the plan today?” “Seeing you blow that guy last week was hot, but it’s nothing compared to tonight. I’m going to take you out to the red light district and get you set up on the busiest street corner. You’re not allowed to go back home until you’ve made me some money by taking it in the ass.” <<if $Home is 1>>”And what if I don’t?” “Then you can forget about ever getting to touch your clit again. Besides, I’m doing you a favor. You should be pretty good at taking it analy by now. You might even be able to cum.” “Somehow I don't think a stranger's car isn’t going to be a magical enough place for that to happen.” “Probably not, but you’re still going to do it anyway.”\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>”I can’t wait to impress you mistress. I’ll stay out all night making money for you until it’s daytime again.” “If only we could let that happen.” Mistress $Ash sighs. “Sadly, Miss $Gray is going to have a problem if you turn up for school half-asleep and with a butthole so sore you can’t sit at your desk, and she’s going to blame me for that. She can be so unfair sometimes.” Mistress rolls her eyes.<</if>> [[18-3 Ash 3<-Continue][$H to 19, $CK[0] to 23, $CK[2] to 6, $CL[2] to 45]]

[img[Images/Street.jpg]] It’s mostly dark by the time you’ve made it to the red light district, despite the fact it was much brighter when you left <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash ‘s house. She insisted you walk the way in order to get a better feeling of what it’s like to be a whore, and also so that your legs are killing after so long in heels that you’d be willing to jump in almost any car. <<if $Home is 1>>You’re certain she also wanted to walk so that she could tease you more. After last week at the club, and now this, it’s becoming increasingly obvious that she gets off on the thought of you being used. //Why, oh why, couldn’t she get off on giving me anal?//<<elseif $Home is 2>>You won’t complain at those reasons - it just means you get to spend more time with her.<</if>> “You know, I was considering getting myself a fur coat for this. I do feel like quite the pimp, though I’ll be getting all of your earnings, not just a percentage of them. But I thought better of it. My body is too perfect to be hidden beneath something so massive.” <<if $Home is 1>>”Are you sure it’s not because it’d be too expensive? With all those clothes you buy anyway, you can’t have a lot of money to be throwing around for fur coats.” “If I were to buy something for my pimp persona, it’d probably be a cane, so I could strike you when you speak out of turn.” She aggressively snides, not appreciating your remark. “Though even that might be a waste. I could give you a gentle push, and with those heels, you’d go toppling like a skyscraper. Besides, I know anything phallic, like a cane, is just going to turn you on.” “Why don’t you go for that fur coat afterall? I’m sure Miss $Gray would appreciate it when you turn up to Farrix in something that loud.” “I know you’re being sarcastic, but I think she’d find it quite funny. Actually, I think she misses being the only person in control of your cage. She always seems a little jealous whenever I tell her how I’m training you.” “She might just be stressed out over the wedding.” “Why? I thought her and your step sister were putting all the responsibility on you.” You don’t bother mentioning what you know of Miss $Gray ‘s opinions on the wedding, but maybe she’s concerned about the dedication you’re putting into it, or maybe she’s getting scared as the big day gets closer.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>You’re in two minds about Mistress’ words. On the one hand, her body is perfect, and so it’d make sense for her to flaunt her majesty over anyone else. On the other hand, you hardly deserve to view such a godly form, and neither does anyone else, for that matter. Regardless, it’s her choice, and you’re bound to respect it. “If you do decide to get a fur coat, can I please pay for it?” “Aww, what a kind offer, but no. I’m not wearing pants unless there’s a good reason to, and I don’t know many pimps that wear skirts.”<</if>> [[18-3 Ash 4<-Continue]]

“Here we are.” <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash states. Looking around, this place is the perfect hotspot for prostitutes. The corner you’re standing on is connected to a hecticly busy road coming into the city, bringing thousands of horny truckers frustrated after a long day of driving, and wanting some relief. Even when it isn’t that late, there’s plenty of hookers around, and you can spot a couple of them eyeing you. Evidently, they’re threatened by the newcomer, though it’s possible that they also think <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash is offering her services. “I’m sure a hot item like you will be picked up in no time.” <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash comments “but I’m not going to be standing next to you when that happens. We can’t have them thinking we’re a two-for-one special.” <<if $Home is 2>>”So what will you do, mistress?”<<elseif $Home is 1>>”So what are you gonna do instead, look for leopard print bedding?”<</if>> ”I’ll be busy watching you.” Her head turns to a fast food restaurant across the street. “Lucky me - I’ll be warm and toasty whilst you make me money.” Just like that, she leaves you, heading for the sanctuary of burgers and fries. The snares from the other prostitutes are greater now that you’re alone, and as a response, they’re trying even harder to get picked up. They hike up their skirts to show off their butt more, and you catch one doubling up on her lipstick. But faced with the prospect of having sex with a stranger, debasing yourself for just a couple of bucks that you don’t even get to keep anyway, you take some solace in the fact that it could be worse. [[18-3 Ash Rain<-It could be raining]] [[18-3 Ash Cold<-It could be colder]]

Almost as soon as the thought crosses your mind, you wish it hadn’t. On cue, you feel a couple droplets strike your exposed skin, which soon crescendos into a heavy downpour. Within only a couple minutes, your hair goes from dry as a desert, to drenched like you were just given a swirly. The only saving grace is your lack of clothes that can get wet. Across the street, you can see <<if $Home is 1>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash is already set up with a clear window view of your plight. She gives a facetious grin of care at seeing you stuck in the downpour, but her attention quickly returns to the menu in front of her. <<if $Home is 1>>You want to cry, and thankfully, if you do, it’ll be masked by the rain. $Ash has put you in this horrible situation. If you left, she’d use that as an excuse to never unlock you, not like she had plans to anyway. The only thing you can do is stand and wait for a driver to be interested in you, but how likely is someone to pick up a drenched whore? The situation is so unfamiliar that you can’t fathom how long you might be here. Worse still, the other prostitutes have doubled their efforts to be picked up in an attempt to get out of the rain. They might as well take off their skirts if they plan on hiking them up any further, and even from 100 or so feet away, you can tell they picked appropriate underwear for seducing men in.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>Your will whenever mistress asks you to do something is strong, but even this is pushing your limits. Were it not for the fact that you can still see Mistress $Ash in the restaurant, you might try begging your way out of this situation. But the encouraging glare she gives you is like a soldier kissing his wife goodbye before leaving for war. Sometimes those small moments of human interaction can be enough inspiration to do something otherwise impossible.<</if>> After a while, and realizing that the rain can’t get you any wetter, you do your best to get into the role. You smile at oncoming drivers, and pull up the hem of your dress, just like the other hookers did. To maximize sympathy, you use your hands like an umbrella, and try to ward off the rain, but any onlooker will know it’s futile, and might just pick you up because of it. [[18-3 Ash Rainb<-Continue]]

Almost as soon as the thought crosses your mind, you wish it hadn’t. On cue, the wind gets harsher, making the bitterly cold weather make you feel on the verge of becoming a slutsicle. Your goosebumps get goosebumps, and you have to hug yourself if you want any attempt at lasting until someone picks you up Across the street, you can see <<if $Home is 1>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash is already set up with a clear window view of your plight. She gives a facetious grin of care at seeing you shiver like you were doing your best impression of a vibrator, but her attention quickly returns to the menu in front of her. <<if $Home is 1>>You want to cry, but thanks to the nearly sub-zero temperature, those tears would turn to ice soon after being shed. $Ash has put you in this horrible situation. If you left, she’d use that as an excuse to never unlock you, not like she had plans to anyway. The only thing you can do is stand and wait for a driver to be interested in you, but they can probably feel the cold themselves, and would prefer to be home, rather than have shaky head from a frozen hooker. The situation is so unfamiliar that you can’t fathom how long you might be here. Worse still, the other prostitutes have doubled their efforts to be picked up in an attempt to get out of the cold. They might as well take off their skirts if they plan on hiking them up any further, and even from 100 or so feet away, you can tell they picked appropriate underwear for seducing men in. Remarkably, you can’t even make out them shivering. Could they have really gotten used to temperatures this hostile?\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>Your will whenever mistress asks you to do something is strong, but even this is pushing your limits. Were it not for the fact that you can still see Mistress $Ash in the restaurant, you might try begging your way out of this situation. But the encouraging glare she gives you is like a soldier kissing his wife goodbye before leaving for war. Sometimes those small moments of human interaction can be enough inspiration to do something otherwise impossible.<</if>> After a while, and making the realization that it couldn’t //possibly// get any worse, you do your best to get into the role. You smile at oncoming drivers, and pull up the hem of your dress, just like the other hookers did. To maximize sympathy, you even exaggerate how bad the weather is, and start shaking like you were on a mechanical bull. [[18-3 Ash Coldb<-Continue]]

Thankfully, your efforts soon pay off. A hatchback pulls over, and the driver rolls down his window to get a better look at you. “Forget your parka at home?” He jokes. Somehow, you struggle to summon a smile. The man is fairly nondescript, a fact that is simultaneously encouraging and yet not. You wouldn’t consider him ugly, nor would most people, but a hidden prince charming might have turned this experience around. The most distinct thing about him is a pair of sunglasses adorning his face, which is quite notable considering the time of day. Observing this, you also now consider that he might be an undercover cop, but you take a strange amount of solace at remembering he’s in a hatchback. “So, we gonna talk price?” “Err, sure.” You suggest the first reasonable number that comes to mind. “Twenty.” “Twenty? Damn, is there something wrong with you? Wait, nevermind. I get it, we all get a little desperate sometimes, but you are undercutting the other ladies of the night around here by quite a bit.” You silently sigh at having given such a low number, and you can’t go back on your word now. At the very least, the man’s comments make you less worried that he’s an undercover cop. He nods for you to get in the passenger seat, and you comply, a mix of terror for what’s about to happen, and excitement, at getting out of the freezing cold, filling you, just like the dick that’s going to be filling you too. Just before the man speeds away, you look to the restaurant. <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash isn’t even looking in your direction, but is instead eagerly eating the food that arrived. <<if $Home is 1>>Not that you needed any more evidence that she doesn’t care much for you personally, but it is interesting to note that fast food could distract her from your sissification. <<elseif $Home is 2>>You’re saddened that she won’t catch the moment, but at the very least she’ll be able to see you’re gone when she next looks up.<</if>> [[18-3 Ash Coldc<-Continue]]

Thankfully, your efforts soon pay off. A hatchback pulls over, and the driver rolls down his window to get a better look at you. “I’ve seen wet cats look happier than you.” He jokes. Somehow, you struggle to summon a smile. The man is fairly nondescript, a fact that is simultaneously encouraging and yet not. You wouldn’t consider him ugly, nor would most people, but a hidden prince charming might have turned this experience around. The most distinct thing about him is a pair of sunglasses adorning his face, which is quite notable considering the time of day. Observing this, you also now consider that he might be an undercover cop, but you take a strange amount of solace at remembering he’s in a hatchback. “So, we gonna talk price?” “Err, sure.” You suggest the first reasonable number that comes to mind. “Twenty.” “Twenty? Damn, is there something wrong with you? Wait, nevermind. I get it, we all get a little desperate sometimes, but you are undercutting the other ladies of the night around here by quite a bit.” You silently sigh at having given such a low number, and you can’t go back on your word now. At the very least, the man’s comments make you less worried that he’s an undercover cop. He nods for you to get in the passenger seat, and you comply, a mix of terror for what’s about to happen, and excitement, at getting out of the rain, filling you, just like the dick that’s going to be filling you too. Just before the man speeds away, you look to the restaurant. <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash isn’t even looking in your direction, but is instead eagerly eating the food that arrived. <<if $Home is 1>>Not that you needed any more evidence that she doesn’t care much for you personally, but it is interesting to note that fast food could distract her from your sissification. <<elseif $Home is 2>>You’re saddened that she won’t catch the moment, but at the very least she’ll be able to see you’re gone when she next looks up.<</if>> [[18-3 Ash Rainc<-Continue]]

You feel immediately better upon attempting to relax in the car. The seat helps dry off your clothes, as does the air conditioning. “I’d offer you a towel, but I’m just driving back home from work. I wasn’t planning on picking up any ladies today, but then I saw your pretty face.” Surprisingly, you blush at the compliment, but you are so expertised at flirting that you can return his salacious comments. Still, you’d prefer small-talk to silence. “And what is your job?” “Business is my business.” He laughs, whatever that means. “I observe trends in markets, and relay those patterns to high paying companies, for a fee, on top of general advice.” “Sounds important.” “Very important” he asserts. “I had a massive meeting today, in fact. I advised a multi-billion dollar company that a large amount of their workforce was obsolete.” “So what did the company do? Reassign them?” ““Reassign?” That’s a good one. No, we told them to lay them off, so they did.” In your peripheral vision, you can see him beaming with pride. He actually takes pride in disrupting people’s lives so dramatically. Being next to someone so ruthless is terrifying, so you change the conversation to something a little more pleasant. “I didn’t imagine important businessmen driving around in hatchbacks.” “Well, my main car is in the shop. Someone put a dent in it a few days ago, and all my colleagues would get a hoot if they saw it dinged up. No. No, this is actually my wife’s car.” “Your wife?” You blurt out before considering it. “Well, it’s actually my car too, since I pay for it, but I let her use it.” It hadn’t hit you until now, but for some reason you naively thought that anyone who would pick up a hooker would be a single man, maybe lonely. At least if you had sex with someone like that, you’d be doing them a massive favor by making them feel wanted. But the person next to you already has a woman in his life, and the fact that she definitely has no clue of her husband’s escapades makes you feel even dirtier. [[18-3 Coldd<-Continue]]

You feel immediately better upon attempting to relax in the car. Though the man only turns the heater on now, it is still a lot warmer than it was outside. “I’d offer you a hot drink, but I’m just driving back home from work. I wasn’t planning on picking up any ladies today, but then I saw your pretty face.” Surprisingly, you blush at the compliment, but you are so expertised at flirting that you can return his salacious comments. Still, you’d prefer small-talk to silence. “And what is your job?” “Business is my business.” He laughs, whatever that means. “I observe trends in markets, and relay those patterns to high paying companies, for a fee, on top of general advice.” “Sounds important.” “Very important” he asserts. “I had a massive meeting today, in fact. I advised a multi-billion dollar company that a large amount of their workforce was obsolete.” “So what did the company do? Reassign them?” ““Reassign?” That’s a good one. No, we told them to lay them off, so they did.” In your peripheral vision, you can see him beaming with pride. He actually takes pride in disrupting people’s lives so dramatically. Being next to someone so ruthless is terrifying, so you change the conversation to something a little more pleasant. “I didn’t imagine important businessmen driving around in hatchbacks.” “Well, my main car is in the shop. Someone put a dent in it a few days ago, and all my colleagues would get a hoot if they saw it dinged up. No. No, this is actually my wife’s car.” “Your wife?” You blurt out before considering it. “Well, it’s actually my car too, since I pay for it, but I let her use it.” It hadn’t hit you until now, but for some reason you naively thought that anyone who would pick up a hooker would be a single man, maybe lonely. At least if you had sex with someone like that, you’d be doing them a massive favor by making them feel wanted. But the person next to you already has a woman in his life, and the fact that she definitely has no clue of her husband’s escapades makes you feel even dirtier. [[18-3 Coldd<-Continue]]

After a while, the man parks his car in a mostly barren parking lot, assuring you that nobody will be disturbing you. “I have to say, the way you were awkwardly standing on that road had me thinking you were an undercover cop, but if you were, you’d probably have arrested me by now, huh?” He laughs at his own words. No doubt he’s also emboldened by your lack of conversational skills. Were you an undercover cop, you’d probably do your best to keep him talking. “What a waste it would be if you were a cop - having to cover these gorgeous legs up.” His hand closest to you reaches for your thighs, gripping the small part of your leg that isn’t covered by your fishnets, or the slight hem of your dress. Only now do you realize how much your outfit has ridden up, and it would only require him to lean forward a small amount to get a glimpse of your panties. His fondling continues. As his hand slithers further up your leg, he rushes his lips into yours before you can even react. You’re locked into the kiss, and even if you were going to, you don’t have nearly the strength required to push him off. Annoyingly, while you may detest the fact he’s cheating on his spouse, there’s no denying that he’s a good kisser because of it. However, a sudden thought derails your base instincts. As his fingers proceed closer to your vagina, he’ll realize you don’t have one, and there’s no telling how he’ll react. In a dramatic response, you clamp down on his eager hand with your own. “You’re so generous, caring about my pleasure, but please, let //me// help //you//.” “Well who am I to deny such a lovely lady’s request?” He pulls a lever attached to both of your seats, and you quickly recline backwards. To describe it as a bed would be an insult to furniture manufacturers. You’re not even close to a flat horizontal position, and it’s closer to those chair/bed hybrids you’ve seen in therapists’ offices. Furthermore, there’s still a gap between the two of you, which is sure to make any attempt at love making a lot more difficult. The man, who’s name you're still clueless about (though that might be for the best), mounts you, with his legs confining yours. Just like with the kiss, you have nowhere to go. In these moments where you start to wonder just how you ended up here, which are happening exponentially more often since you started at Farrix, you try to think of something encouraging. <<if $Home is 1>>The only inspiring thought that comes to mind, however, is the possibility of pleasing $Ash . As she’s proven today, she certainly has the creativity to cause you a great amount of distress, and that’s only what she does when she’s not pissed at you. Submission must be preferable to torture, you figure, and return to the moment.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>The only inspiring thought that comes to mind, however, is the possibility of pleasing Mistress $Ash . That said, away from her, and when in this stressful, unfamiliar moment, you’re starting to appreciate that even her greatness has its limits. You’d never consider disobeying her and backing out, or would you? The man’s words stir you from your thoughts.<</if>> “I hope your pussy is nice and wet already, because I’m ready to show you a good time.” Even in the darkness of the car, you can make out the imprint of a hard cock bulging against his smart work pants - the kind you used to wear. Of course, he’s still expecting to find a vagina, and so you have to take his plans elsewhere yet again. “Actually, for such a sexy man as yourself, I want to do something special. How about some anal? For now extra cost, of course.” You give a flirty smile, unsure how convincing it is. “Anal for 20$? Can I marry you while I’m at it?” He laughs, leaning onto you to kiss again. <<if $ButtPlug is 1>>Taking the opportunity, you pop out your butt plug with your nimble fingers, thankful for how it will help you for what’s about to come.<</if>> You pull your panties to the side rather than take them off entirely, which would prove quite hard in the confined space, and as a bonus, they help to hide your chastised clitty too. After that, you flail your hands about until you find his zipper, helping him strip them off and pulling out his hard cock. As the final foreplay step, you line up his dick with the closest thing you have to a vagina. He thrusts, and enters you. [[18-3 Colde<-Continue]]

The man instantly begins grunting in a display of pleasure, and it’s hard to say you aren’t enjoying it either. The feeling of an actual dick inside you, not a synthetic one attached to <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash ‘s belt. Maybe it’s because of the different motives in this man. <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash has made it clear that she wants to sissify you, which seems to be the only thing she cares about you for..<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash obviously wants to give you a better life, and that’s what she’s encouraging you to explore by controlling your clitty cage.<</if>> This man is much more straightforward about his motives. He’s using you for his sexual pleasure, and everything else he has said and done is an extension of that. He’s not kissing you to give you pleasure, but to hear you moan so that he might better enjoy himself more. Even his earlier words, about his job and his car, were clearly to make himself feel more powerful, all so that he might have a more pleasurable sexual experience. There’s a unique fervor about his reasons that makes you moan much more than when you’re trained at lunchtime. Of course, there’s also the fact that this is a living cock inside you, as opposed to a latex one. What’s inside you right now is much warmer than a dildo, which makes the actual sensations in your rear more pleasurable. There’s also the fact that this man’s cock has a much more interesting shape that, right now, feels specifically designed to give you pleasure to the max. Your g-spot, is probably what it’s called. Finally, there’s the ethereal, hard to describe aspects of the moment. The car is shrouded in darkness, and there’s not a single thing you can clearly make out. There’s an outline of the man’s shape, a couple of street lights, and the bright beams of passing cars. The only things to hear are your moans and his, plus the slapping sound as his crotch slaps into your pelvis. And in terms of physical feelings, your legs are still trapped by his position, but in a painless way. Your hands can grab at anything, but almost as if they have a separate mind, they prefer the body of the gentleman plunging his love sword into you. Combining all these factors, you’re undeniably having a blast, as incredible as that is to say. <<if $L gt 6>>You’re so turned on that you’d probably still be moaning if you were doing this in the middle of the busiest street in the city. In fact, you’d bet your life that you’ll make it to orgasm, not just at some point, but soon.<<elseif $L lt 7>>Even though you could definitely be hornier, that isn’t stopping your chastity cage from having to fight back against your member.<</if>> A violent ringing takes your attention. The man opts to ignore his phone at first, but after he gets a call immediately after the first one fails, he regretfully pulls out of you, and takes the phone call, excusing himself from his vehicle. You’re left craving for him to return so that you can have your organs rearranged once more. You want so badly for the sex to continue, that you’re tempted to play with your ass alone. However, you can still hear the man’s conversation through the open door. “Sorry honey. After we closed a great deal today, me and my work mates decided to get a couple of drinks. I thought I gave you a message about it.” “I guess I didn’t have a signal.” “I don’t know, maybe an hour or two.” Realizing he must be talking to his wife almost detaches you from those lustful feelings. Again, your moral compass is bothering. Perhaps if you tried ignoring your brain entirely, you’d get past your preconceptions of what is “wrong”. Of course, he’s also left you in his car alone. Not that <<if $Home is 1>>Mistress <</if>> $Ash would approve, but you could sneak away quite easily. Heck, you could easily snatch something from the glovebox as a souvenir too. [[18-3 Wait<-Wait for him to return]] [[18-3 Mas<-Masturbate your anus]] [[18-3 Sneak<-Sneak away]] [[18-3 Steal<-Steal something ]]

Though it’s annoying to be withdrawn from the sexual experience, you do exactly what a proper hooker would do in your situation. Sitting up, you look at him through the ajar door, and give him some begging looks. “Please come back; I want your dick in me”, you figure your eyes are screaming. “Don’t worry, I’ll be coming soon.” He replies to whatever his wife asked, all whilst maintaining eye contact with you. Still on the phone, he quietly returns to the car. “Of course they’re not making me flirt with any waitresses! You need to have more faith in me.” Mounting you again, he slides his dick back inside with a single motion, and thrusts so hard that you have to cover your mouth to stop from moaning. “Honey, you mean the world to me, I’m just busy right now.” As his wife gives him an earful, he leans in and kisses you up and down your neck. Even his hot breath almost sends you crying in pleasure in your cock-confused brain, but you control yourself just enough to not ruin his marriage. “I love you more than anything.” You press your lips against his, and despite the fact he might need to reply, he still embraces the kiss. Any hint of moral concern is out of the window. The idea that you seduced this married man into having sex with you, purely because of how attractive he found you as he drove past, is an incredibly empowering one, and you’re a better kisser because of it. Inside the ear that his phone isn’t pressed against, you whisper obscenities. “I don't know how much longer I can last.” “Honey, I have to..” he struggles to find the words in the face of such a good lover. “I’m gonna get off now.” The moment he presses the hang up button, he groans an exclamation of ecstasy that he had been retaining since he reentered you. Just as turned on, maybe even more, you moan too. “This is the best sex of my life, and I’ve slept around for most of it.” “I can tell. You know how to use that dick.” “A hole this good shouldn’t be paraded around on the street; you should be in a museum.” Based on how his hips are thrusting at an accelerating rate, it’s clear he’s almost about to cum. <<if $L gt 7>>It’s impossible for you to not join him, and any moment now, semen will leak from your pathetic clit into the panties covering the useless appendage.<<else>> Sadly, you’re not close enough, if only by a minute, but that doesn’t matter right now, because you're enjoying having your prostate being pounded by this stranger.<</if>> “aaaAAAUUUGH!” The man roars, as you feel the unforgettable sensation of a dick spasming inside of you, releasing spouts of semen all over your insides. <<if $L gt 7>>You too, cum, but it’s a much more mental experience given the perpetual disassociation you feel towards your former penis. It’s an orgasm that trumps any that was a result of masturbation, and the best way you can describe it is that, for a few seconds, your brain accessed a different dimension, giving it a whole new perception of pleasure, before you had to return to reality. Your panties, however, are still soaked in jizz, just like the inside of your butt.<<else>>You’re not bothered by the pressure of orgasming, however, and instead savor the experience. You feel like a used whore, and for good reason, but damn, does it feel good.<</if>> He pulls out with a final grunt, hiding his great dick in his boxers. “That was simply incredible.” He dismounts you, allowing you to put your panties on properly, which also prevents the semen contained in your butt from leaking down your leg. “You more than earned this.” He proclaims, removing a crisp 20$ note from his wallet and handing it to you once you return to your feet, which proves surprisingly hard after being anally ravaged. “For a pounding that good, I should be paying you.” You blushingly reply, but take the money regardless. After such an intense sexual act, there’s not much conversation needed. In fact, silence is preferable; there’s no combination of words that could describe the ecstasy you’re still bathing in. You make your own way home following the act. <<if $Home is 1>>Though you didn’t ask to be in that position, you certainly enjoyed it, and feel, right now, at least, like you should thank $Ash for pushing your limits, and exposing you to new experiences. <<elseif $Home is 2>>You’re thankful now, more than ever, for Mistress $Ash , and her decision to push your sissy limits. She truly is selfless, and there’s no doubt in your mind that she is a force for good in your life.<</if>> <<if $L gt 7>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 23, $L to 1, $S to $S - 4, $I to $I + 20]]\ <<elseif $L lt 8>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 23, $L to $L + 2, $S to $S - 2, $I to $I + 20]]<</if>>

<<set $L to $L + 2>><<if $L gt 10>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>\ \ You’re so turned on that you’ll get pleasure by any means, whether there’s a man here or not. With an eager hand, you skip right past toying your anus, and go straight to fingering yourself. Of course, your butt hole is still gaping after the fucking, so you don’t have to work hard to insert a digit at all. Just like your finger were the man’s dick, it thrusts repeatedly in and out. Sadly, though, there’s not much pleasure to be received from it. Were you at home, stuck in chastity and with no means of satisfaction, this might give you some relief, but compared to the huge cock that just pillaged your insides, it’s an afterthought. And while it does keep your sexual engine revved up, it doesn’t do it nearly enough to justify the rapid pace you set for yourself. “You kept yourself busy.” The man teasingly observes, returning to his car. His phone isn’t in his hands, so hopefully he’s done talking to his wife. “It’s quite cruel, getting my heart racing like that, just to leave me to finish myself off.” The words exit your mouth before you even consider them. A proper whore probably wouldn't lecture their client like this, but you’re too turned on too care. “If your ass wasn’t so tight I’d fill that mouth of yours right up.” “So get to fucking me again.” “How could I resist?” He mounts you again, and as if a single thrust wasn’t missed, he returns to action. In fact, the minor pause seems to have done some good, as he has even more energy now, which makes your moans, somehow, even louder. “I bet I’m the best dick you’ve ever had, aren’t I?” As if captured by the Lasso of Truth, you couldn’t even conceive of lying. “You’re the best ANYONE could ever have.” “That’s more like it.” Based on how his hips are thrusting at an accelerating rate, it’s clear he’s almost about to cum. <<if $L gt 7>>It’s impossible for you to not join him, and any moment now, semen will leak from your pathetic clit into the panties covering the useless appendage.<<else>> Sadly, you’re not close enough, if only by a minute, but that doesn’t matter right now, because you're enjoying having your prostate being pounded by this stranger.<</if>> “aaaAAAUUUGH!” The man roars, as you feel the unforgettable sensation of a dick spasming inside of you, releasing spouts of semen all over your insides. <<if $L gt 7>>You too, cum, but it’s a much more mental experience given the perpetual disassociation you feel towards your former penis. It’s an orgasm that trumps any that was a result of masturbation, and the best way you can describe it is that, for a few seconds, your brain accessed a different dimension, giving it a whole new perception of pleasure, before you had to return to reality. Your panties, however, are still soaked in jizz, just like the inside of your butt.<<else>>You’re not bothered by the pressure of orgasming, however, and instead savor the experience. You feel like a used whore, and for good reason, but damn, does it feel good.<</if>> He pulls out with a final grunt, hiding his great dick in his boxers. “That was simply incredible.” He dismounts you, allowing you to put your panties on properly, which also prevents the semen contained in your butt from leaking down your leg. “You more than earned this.” He proclaims, removing a crisp 20$ note from his wallet and handing it to you once you return to your feet, which proves surprisingly hard after being anally ravaged. “For a pounding that good, I should be paying you.” You blushingly reply, but take the money regardless. After such an intense sexual act, there’s not much conversation needed. In fact, silence is preferable; there’s no combination of words that could describe the ecstasy you’re still bathing in. You make your own way home following the act. <<if $Home is 1>>Though you didn’t ask to be in that position, you certainly enjoyed it, and feel, right now, at least, like you should thank $Ash for pushing your limits, and exposing you to new experiences. <<elseif $Home is 2>>You’re thankful now, more than ever, for Mistress $Ash , and her decision to push your sissy limits. She truly is selfless, and there’s no doubt in your mind that she is a force for good in your life.<</if>> <<if $L gt 7>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 23, $L to 1, $S to $S - 4, $I to $I + 20]]\ <<elseif $L lt 8>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 23, $L to $L + 2, $S to $S - 2, $I to $I + 20]]<</if>>

<<set $Ash1803Event to 1>>\ With the man distracted with something so important that he paused the sexual act, you figure now would be a great time to sneak away. <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash is no longer watching you, so there’s no way she’ll know you never actually let the man use you like a tissue. <<if $Home is 1>>In fact, as pleasurable as the sex was, you might be more proud of yourself tomorrow by circumventing $Ash ‘s plans for you. Any chance to sabotage her training of you is a fun one, and you can just give her some other money and claim it was from this John.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Of course, the thought of betraying mistress’ wishes offends you to the core, but, as if you were possessed by the ghost of your male self, you’re somehow willing to, though you might regret it the next time you see her.<</if>> The man is pacing on one side of the car, so, as quietly as you can, you open the door on the other side. It’s in this moment that you curse the heeled boots adorning your feet. Taking them off would be too much of a pain, so you simply go even slower. Crouch walking, you stride towards a corner, where you should be out of sight. //And Catwoman wears these for all her crimes…sure// After that, you speed walk away, taking an unnecessary amount of corners so that the man, if he’s even off the phone by now, loses your trail. Of course, he doesn’t have a lot to be angry about towards you. It’s not like he paid you beforehand, so you’re not robbing him from an unrendered service, though it’s better to be safe than sorry, even if it’d just avoid an awkward conversation. The rest of the journey home is comparably tame compared to your experience of prostitution. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 23, $L to $L + 2]]\

Though you have to shake off the lust plaguing your brain like a bad hangover, you silently open the glove compartment to see what’s inside. Most of what’s inside isn’t that interesting. There’s some receipts and half empty bottles of water, a pair of (appropriately enough) gloves, a couple of phone cables, a package of baby wipes, as well as the expected papers. Looking at one of them in particular intrigues you. It’s a driving license, but not for the man, but presumably, his wife. “Lisa, hmm?” After that, you find around 100$ in mixed notes. Since you learned this isn’t his day-to-day car, he probably wouldn’t notice their absence. [[Ash 18-3 Money Leave<-Steal the money and run][$I to $I + 100]] [[Ash 18-3 Money Stay<-Steal the money and wait for him to return][$I to $I + 100]] [[Ash 18-3 Money No<-Wait for the man to return]]

<<set $Ash1803Event to 1>>\ <<set $Ash1803EventSteal to 1>>\ Lacking pockets, you slide the money into one of your boots. At least you can now give something to <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash in relation to your prostitution. <<if $Home is 1>>With this opportunity to leave, however, you’d be remiss if you didn’t take it. That’d be tantamount to $Ash winning, which she does enough anyway. Sneaking away without actually finishing off this John would be a satisfying escape from the fate she thought she had left you to, and with a bountiful amount of money to boast about too.<<elseif $Home is 2>>For some bizarre reason, though, you feel compelled to leave. Just the thought of betraying mistress’ wishes offends you to the core, but, as if you were possessed by the ghost of your male self, you do anyway.<</if>> The man is pacing on one side of the car, so, as quietly as you can, you open the door on the other side. It’s in this moment that you curse the heeled boots adorning your feet. Taking them off would be too much of a pain, so you simply go even slower. Crouch walking, you stride towards a corner, where you should be out of sight. //And Catwoman wears these for all her crimes…sure// After that, you speed walk away, taking an unnecessary amount of corners so that the man, if he’s even off the phone by now, loses your trail. Of course, he doesn’t have a lot to be angry about towards you. It’s not like he paid you beforehand, so you’re not robbing him from an unrendered service, though it’s better to be safe than sorry, even if it’d just avoid an awkward conversation. The rest of the journey home is comparably tame compared to your experience of prostitution. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 23, $L to $L + 2]]\

<<set $Ash1803EventSteal to 1>>\ Lacking pockets, you slide the cash inside one of your boots. If, for whatever reason, it slipped out and the man happened to notice, you could simply say it was from previous John. You’re left twiddling your thumbs until the man returns, which takes long enough that your heart rate cools down tremendously, though doubtlessly it’ll spike once again upon reentry. “Sorry about that - the missus.” He explains, as if it needed to be said. “Not to worry. Now, where were we?” “Having the best sex of your life, I think.” He mounts you again, and as if a single thrust wasn’t missed, he returns to action. In fact, the minor pause seems to have done some good, as he has even more energy now, which makes your moans, somehow, even louder. “I bet I’m the best dick you’ve ever had, aren’t I?” As if captured by the Lasso of Truth, you couldn’t even conceive of lying. “You’re the best ANYONE could ever have.” “That’s more like it.” Based on how his hips are thrusting at an accelerating rate, it’s clear he’s almost about to cum. <<if $L gt 7>>It’s impossible for you to not join him, and any moment now, semen will leak from your pathetic clit into the panties covering the useless appendage.<<else>> Sadly, you’re not close enough, if only by a minute, but that doesn’t matter right now, because you're enjoying having your prostate being pounded by this stranger.<</if>> “aaaAAAUUUGH!” The man roars, as you feel the unforgettable sensation of a dick spasming inside of you, releasing spouts of semen all over your insides. <<if $L gt 7>>You too, cum, but it’s a much more mental experience given the perpetual disassociation you feel towards your former penis. It’s an orgasm that trumps any that was a result of masturbation, and the best way you can describe it is that, for a few seconds, your brain accessed a different dimension, giving it a whole new perception of pleasure, before you had to return to reality. Your panties, however, are still soaked in jizz, just like the inside of your butt.<<else>>You’re not bothered by the pressure of orgasming, however, and instead savor the experience. You feel like a used whore, and for good reason, but damn, does it feel good.<</if>> He pulls out with a final grunt, hiding his great dick in his boxers. “That was simply incredible.” He dismounts you, allowing you to put your panties on properly, which also prevents the semen contained in your butt from leaking down your leg. “You more than earned this.” He proclaims, removing a crisp 20$ note from his wallet and handing it to you once you return to your feet, which proves surprisingly hard after being anally ravaged. “For a pounding that good, I should be paying you.” You blushingly reply, but take the money regardless. After such an intense sexual act, there’s not much conversation needed. In fact, silence is preferable; there’s no combination of words that could describe the ecstasy you’re still bathing in. You make your own way home following the act. <<if $Home is 1>>Though you didn’t ask to be in that position, you certainly enjoyed it, and feel, right now, at least, like you should thank $Ash for pushing your limits, and exposing you to new experiences. <<elseif $Home is 2>>You’re thankful now, more than ever, for Mistress $Ash , and her decision to push your sissy limits. She truly is selfless, and there’s no doubt in your mind that she is a force for good in your life.<</if>> <<if $L gt 7>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 23, $L to 1, $S to $S - 4, $I to $I + 20]]\ <<elseif $L lt 8>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 23, $L to $L + 2, $S to $S - 2, $I to $I + 20]]<</if>>

You close the compartment. Just because this man acts amorale by betraying the trust of his wife, doesn’t mean you have to stoop to his level by stealing from him. Of course, you’ll gladly take his money for being the person he cheats on his wife with, but nevermind that. You’re left twiddling your thumbs until the man returns, which takes long enough that your heart rate cools down tremendously, though doubtlessly it’ll spike once again upon reentry. “Sorry about that - the missus.” He explains, as if it needed to be said. “Not to worry. Now, where were we?” “Having the best sex of your life, I think.” He mounts you again, and as if a single thrust wasn’t missed, he returns to action. In fact, the minor pause seems to have done some good, as he has even more energy now, which makes your moans, somehow, even louder. “I bet I’m the best dick you’ve ever had, aren’t I?” As if captured by the Lasso of Truth, you couldn’t even conceive of lying. “You’re the best ANYONE could ever have.” “That’s more like it.” Based on how his hips are thrusting at an accelerating rate, it’s clear he’s almost about to cum. <<if $L gt 7>>It’s impossible for you to not join him, and any moment now, semen will leak from your pathetic clit into the panties covering the useless appendage.<<else>> Sadly, you’re not close enough, if only by a minute, but that doesn’t matter right now, because you're enjoying having your prostate being pounded by this stranger.<</if>> “aaaAAAUUUGH!” The man roars, as you feel the unforgettable sensation of a dick spasming inside of you, releasing spouts of semen all over your insides. <<if $L gt 7>>You too, cum, but it’s a much more mental experience given the perpetual disassociation you feel towards your former penis. It’s an orgasm that trumps any that was a result of masturbation, and the best way you can describe it is that, for a few seconds, your brain accessed a different dimension, giving it a whole new perception of pleasure, before you had to return to reality. Your panties, however, are still soaked in jizz, just like the inside of your butt.<<else>>You’re not bothered by the pressure of orgasming, however, and instead savor the experience. You feel like a used whore, and for good reason, but damn, does it feel good.<</if>> He pulls out with a final grunt, hiding his great dick in his boxers. “That was simply incredible.” He dismounts you, allowing you to put your panties on properly, which also prevents the semen contained in your butt from leaking down your leg. “You more than earned this.” He proclaims, removing a crisp 20$ note from his wallet and handing it to you once you return to your feet, which proves surprisingly hard after being anally ravaged. “For a pounding that good, I should be paying you.” You blushingly reply, but take the money regardless. After such an intense sexual act, there’s not much conversation needed. In fact, silence is preferable; there’s no combination of words that could describe the ecstasy you’re still bathing in. You make your own way home following the act. <<if $Home is 1>>Though you didn’t ask to be in that position, you certainly enjoyed it, and feel, right now, at least, like you should thank $Ash for pushing your limits, and exposing you to new experiences. <<elseif $Home is 2>>You’re thankful now, more than ever, for Mistress $Ash , and her decision to push your sissy limits. She truly is selfless, and there’s no doubt in your mind that she is a force for good in your life.<</if>> <<if $L gt 7>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 23, $L to 1, $S to $S - 4, $I to $I + 20]]\ <<elseif $L lt 8>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 23, $L to $L + 2, $S to $S - 2, $I to $I + 20]]<</if>>

<<set $W18A2 to 1>>\ “Sissy!” $Jen ‘s familiar voice yells out to you. Not only is her tone unmistakeable, but most of the time when she wants your attention, she has no issue with shouting. “Where have you been?” “What do you mean?” You are baffled by her question - it’s not like you had agreed to meet. “At lunchtime today, and yesterday. I was looking forward to getting my pussy licked by such an eager pansy. Well? What’s your excuse?” In response, you shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know why you think I’d be free to do that for you; I was with Mistress $Ash .” $Jen sighs. ““Mistress $Ash ”. Ugh. That slut must have hypnotized you again, damnit! Oh well, I’ll just have to do the same.” She takes out her phone, and a familiar spiral soon appears. [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] “Sissy!” A different voice, also yelling, calls out. It’s $Ash . “What are you doing with that whore?” Meanwhile, you have no idea what just happened. There’s a strange hypnotic image of $Jen ‘s phone, and the violent yelling of $Ash makes you feel like you’ve just woken up. “I thought I made it clear you’re not to talk to this bitch.” “Watch your mouth, slut. I’m here with //my// sissy.” “Yours? Get your own!” “That’s exactly what I am doing. Come on, sissy.” $Jen beckons for you to follow her elsewhere. “I don’t think so. You know who your real mistress is, don’t you? Come on sissy, think of all the good times we had together. Remember when I trained you to take cum properly? Or how about just this week, when I made you prostitute yourself for me?” $Ash ‘s words call to you like a siren. “You made her a lady of the night? Damn, that’s quite clever.” $Jen shakes her head. “No, come on sissy. You know $Ash just wants to take advantage of you; I’ll treat you right.” You’re still so weak from being pulled out of a hypnotic trance that you can barely think reliably. All you know is that there is an attractive woman on either side of you, and they both are screaming at you to follow them. Crushingly, you can’t go with both. You’re pulled like a magnet to $Jen and $Ash , like you were a north pole attracted to their south poles. Certainly, you’re not strong enough to deny them both, but why would you want to? They deserve to be served, but who deserves it more? [[18-5 Hypno Choice Ash<-Follow your true mistress][$AshMistress to 1, $JenMistress to 0]] - Mistress $Ash [[18-5 Hypno Choice Jen<-Follow your true mistress][$AshMistress to 0, $JenMistress to 1]] - Mistress $Jen

<<set $H to 12>>\ <<if $Ash1803EventSteal is 2>>//Technically//, you’re giving $Ash the money you earned from prostituting yourself. In fact, by not giving her the rest of the money that you stole, you’re kind of doing her a favor. You certainly wouldn’t want to implicate her by giving her stolen money! Though, she certainly isn’t going to accept 20$ without a complaint. “Hmm. I thought you would have got at least double this. You probably didn’t market yourself well enough. And as a reward, we’ll return to training you at lunchtime tomorrow.” She strolls out, doubtlessly on a high for the rest of the day.\ <<elseif $Ash1803EventSteal is 3>>In an act of bizarre kindness, you take out 60$, half of what you earned in total yesterday, and hand it to $Ash . “Wow, great job sissy! 60$ for anal sounds about right, for an experienced hooker, at least. You did well to get this much. And as a reward, we’ll return to training you at lunchtime tomorrow.” She strolls out, doubtlessly on a high for the rest of the day.\ <<elseif $Ash1803EventSteal is 4>><<set $AshR to $AshR + 1>>In an act of inexplicable selflessness, you take out 120$: all the money you earned yesterday between prostitution and stealing, and hand it to $Ash . “Wow! 120$? For just one time? I’m really impressed!” She tries to subdue her shock. “Well, I suppose I have trained you well, this is just me getting back what I put in. But I’ll tell you what, as a reward, tomorrow we can go back to training you to be a better sissy. Aren’t I so nice?” She strolls out, doubtlessly on a high for the rest of the day.<</if>> [[18-1d<-Continue]]

“Ha! See, he loves me more! Get your own slave, bitch! This one’s mine.” “Sissy, I…I can’t believe you’d do this to me.” Her head sulks to her chest, and you think you can hear her weeping, but when she looks up again, the only emotion you can interpret is anger. “I’ll get you back for this, $Jen - I swear.” She stomps off, enraged, but unsure how to use that to get her way. <<if visited("Mall Week 5 With Jen Stay") or visited("Mall Week 5 With Ash Swap")>>“Good job sissy, I’m proud of you. It’s just like so long ago when we ran into each other in the mall. That day, you were a good slave, and followed me. Today, you’re still just as smart.”\ <<elseif visited("Mall Week 5 With Jen Swap") or visited("Mall Week 5 With Ash Stay")>>“Good job sissy, I’m proud of you.” She calmly laughs after realizing she won this argument. “Remember when we all ran into each other at the mall so long ago? That day, you choose $Ash . I never forgave you for that, but I guess me and $Ash are even now.”\ <<else>>”Good job, sissy. I’m proud of you.”<</if>> “What now, mistress? Is there anything you want me to do?” Mistress $Jen ‘s smile is almost wider than her face after hearing you say those words. “Good slave, but no. Next week I’ll put you to use properly. Until then, I want you to stay away from $Ash . I know she’s in your class, so you need to concentrate on the lesson instead. And sissy” she grabs both of your arms with her hands “if she ever wants to show you something, and then takes out her phone, run. Understood?” You nod with compliance. “Yes mistress.” “Good.” Mistress $Jen strolls away, beautifully as ever. Of course, your goddess doesn’t have control over your chastity cage, which is unfortunate, but you try to take some solace in the fact that you can now devote even more of your time to worshiping Mistress $Jen . When $Ash had fooled you into serving her, there was always a vain hope that she would let you out. Now it looks like the only person who might reasonably let you out is Miss $Gray , which is a funny enough concept that it gives you a chuckle. <<if $GrayBestie is 0 and $GrayLunchFail gte 1>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gte 2>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<else>>[[12-3f<-Continue][$H to 16]]<</if>>

“Good sissy.” Mistress $Ash pulls you in as you step towards her. She’s almost hugging you, but it’s more like the comforting hug you’d give to an upset child. Your head rests against her boobs, and she pats you on the head. “I knew you’d do the right thing.” She whispers in your ear. “And you” her attention returns to $Jen . “Fuck off, I’ve won. Maybe you can try getting your boyfriend to serve you, if you can even remember his name.” Despite being clearly annoyed, $Jen doesn’t lose face. “This isn’t over.” Still pretending to be unphased, she casually walks away. <<if visited("Mall Week 5 With Jen Stay") or visited("Mall Week 5 With Ash Swap")>>“I’ll never forget that day you picked her over me in the mall, but this felt so much sweeter than what she must have felt then.”\ <<elseif visited("Mall Week 5 With Jen Swap") or visited("Mall Week 5 With Ash Stay")>>“I’m so happy to see you can make good choices; I never should have doubted you. Just like that day you picked me over her in the mall - you know who truly cares for you.\ <<else>>”Good job, sissy. I’m proud of you.”<</if>> “What now, mistress? Is there anything you want me to do?” “You’re always so eager, but no. Next week your sissy training continues, and I’m looking forward to the next step. Hopefully no other whore comes along and tries to steal you from me before then.” “I can’t wait, mistress.” “But sissy, there’s one more thing.” She grabs you by the collar on your blouse, and pulls you in, face to face. “If she ever tries to talking to you, tell me, understand?” Scared of her sudden aggression, you nod. “Good. And if she wants to show you something, and she pulls out her phone, get out of there.” “Yes mistress.” Her grip over you finally relents. After that, she blissfully walks away. You’re left proud of your decision to remain loyal to your true goddess, and she seemed to appreciate it. Plus, at least this way the person you serve has control over your chastity cage. Not that you’d ever bother Mistress $Ash to let you out, but it does make sense for your mistress to have that power. <<if $GrayBestie is 0 and $GrayLunchFail gte 1>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gte 2>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<else>>[[12-3f<-Continue][$H to 16]]<</if>>

<<if $Day3 is 1 and $SC7 gt 1 and $SC7 lt 9>><<set $SC7 to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 gt 0 and $SC7 lt 9 and $GrayLunchFail is 0>><<set $SC7 to $SC7 + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 is 6>><<set $SC7 to 9>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ \ <<include [[Chapter 5 Class]]>> <<if $JenMistress is 1>>[[19- Jen<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[19- Ash<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[19- Gray<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $LipstickToilet = ["Don’t let $name near your boyfriend", "$name swallows", "$name kisses Miss $Gray ‘s ass", "$name licks $Ash ‘s feet", "$name ‘s asshole is looser than my pussy around Mr Hawt"]>>\ <<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $AnalS to $AnalS + 1, $SuckS to $SuckS + 1, $CumS to $CumS + 1>>\ <<if $Home is 2>>Rather than have to spend another hour without her company, Mistress $Ash kindly sought you out so that she might train you to be a better sissy.<<else>>It’s lunch, which might mean a moment to relax, but $Ash has other plans.<</if>> She leads you by the hand to a disused toilet. <<if $JenLevel gt 3>>Even these deserted facilities still update the rare user about your sissy life, no doubt thanks to $Jen ‘s handiwork after you failed to hand her money. "<<print $LipstickToilet.random()>>" the biggest piece of lipstick art proclaims.<</if>> “After how well you took my cocks before, I’m shaking at the thought of training you for another hour. I think I might actually enjoy teaching you more than you enjoy taking dick for me." <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash has you get on all fours, presenting your butt, which is more than visible in this position despite the skirt.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash has you lean over, presenting your butt, which is more than visible in this position despite the skirt.<</if>> <<if $ButtPlug is 1>>With little regard for your comfort, she tears the butt plug currently residing in your rear out.<</if>> After that, she equips her strap on. Maybe because of all the things she plans to do today, the cock seems bigger to you. Whatever fear you have is certain to be ignored though, especially since she drops a similarly sized dildo on the ground in front of you. “And of course, how could I forget about your favorite part - the cum!” Out of her bag, she pulls out a similar jug to what you’re used to seeing, even if it has been a while. <<if visited("15-2 Ash Punish")>>She lets you get a strong whiff of it, and you immediately get flashbacks to her brutal punishment from a week ago.<<else>>She lets you get a smell of it, and memories of her “cum game” come flooding back.<</if>> “Don’t worry” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash suggests<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash commands<</if>> “taking cum is just like riding a bike! We’ll be using this in a little while.” [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet 1.jpg]] She gets into position in front of you. Because of your doggy style stance, she has to get on her knees to be an appropriate level for you to suck her cock. “Go ahead, sissy! Start sucking!” She makes you do all the work, and you’re only on one part of your training. She doesn’t even let you lubricate the dildo with a little foreplay. Instead, she leans in so that the resting position of the dildo is still protruding several inches into your mouth. You quickly please <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>>, or maybe she just gets bored of this “being a sissy 101” stuff. “Now that you’re thoroughly turned on, take that dildo I gave you and…well, if I need to spell it out for you, then I must be an awful mistress.” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash orders. Not that back-talk is particularly effective against her, but let’s just say it’s a good thing you’re mouth is currently full.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash orders. At the hearing of such a preposterous idea, you want to affirm that she’s the greatest mistress a sissy could ask for, but you’re mouth is far too full of silicone to do that currently.<</if>> Taking the dildo in hand, you navigate it to your empty rear. Whilst preoccupied sucking a different artificial cock, it’s hard to line it up with your asshole, but after a bit of prodding, you eventually find the sweet spot, and it inserts surprisingly smoothly. [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet 2.jpg]] You fuck yourself with it, slowly at first as you get used to it, and staying on top of pleasing <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> and her cock remains a priority, but after not long at all, you’re ready to go at a speed your trainer will be satisfied with. You ramp up the speed until it’s eventually in the triple digits of BPM. It’s only now that the multi tasking aspects hit you as being difficult. Your experience of sucking in the past has primarily been when $Ash has been thrusting into you, not when you’re the one lunging into it. And the anal pounding you’re forced to inflict on yourself compounds to make the task that much trickier. On several occasions, you forget to breathe properly, resulting in muffled coughs and gags, but <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> refuses to let the cock leave your mouth for even the smallest amount of reprieve. Meanwhile, concentrating on giving head results in the dildo playing with your rear missing its target, and you end up striking your scrotum instead. On one occasion, you fumbled it so completely that you dropped the silicone sex toy. Picking it up, all whilst still deepthroating at the front, proved a challenge. Eventually, though, you get into a good rhythm, and you have a chance to think about the moment without worrying about a slip up. [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet 3.jpg]] <<if $Home is 1>>You’re on your knees in a toilet, being forced to spit roast yourself by a maniacal girl who also has your clit locked in an impenetrable cage. If you’d have thought life couldn’t get any more depraved, pathetic, or just plain sad, you’d be wrong, because $Ash hasn’t even introduced the cum into the equation yet.<<elseif $Home is 2>>You’re on your knees in a toilet, being forced to spit roast yourself by a stunning girl who’s a picture of perfection if there ever could be such a thing, who’s beauty could not be rivaled by anything natural, or anything created. Her genius took over control of you from the cruel hands of your cold teacher so that she, your Goddess, might show you how to best apply yourself in life. If you thought life couldn’t get any better, you’d be wrong, because Mistress hasn’t even introduced the cum into the equation yet.<</if>> “You’re handling that well, sissy. You really have been trained well. Shall we see if the added element of cum trips you up?” She reaches for the jug of cum with one hand, not even needing to move her hips, or the cock attached to them. With her outstretched fingers, she collects as much cum as she can, and shows you the gathered semen. “Aren’t you looking forward to this? I know I am.” You’re stuck between a cock and a penis, left with nowhere to hide as she smothers the handful of cum on your face, from your forehead to your chin. <<if $Home is 1>>The moment encapsulates the feeling you’ve had since the moment $Ash took over control of your chastity cage, or maybe even when Miss $Gray put you in it in the first place (it’s been too long to be able to remember accurately) - pathetic.<<elseif $Home is 2>>In one movement, not only was you touched by Mistress $Ash , but she graciously doused you with the rejuvenative tonic you dream about as often as a cat dreams of milk.<</if>> She’s not done yet though. Another swipe of cum on your two cheeks makes you painted up like you’re about to go to war. A third gives you a coat of cumgloss, and she makes you like her fingers clean afterwards. Then, she seems satisfied. The cum drips with no eagerness down your face. Some droplets slowly drool past your chin and down your neck, slithering in between your breasts. No matter how many times you lick your lips, the taste and texture of cum never goes away, or even seems to diminish. Despite its unforgettable presence, the cum isn’t the wrench in the slut works that it might have been. <<if $Home is 1>>It looks like $Ash did train you well.<<elseif $Home is 2>>As if there was more evidence needed, that should confirm, without any doubt, that Goddess $Ash is incredible at anything she does, like training you. <</if>> “Good whore. But I think we need a change of position. Lay down on your back.” Whilst still fucking yourself, you do as instructed. You rest your head on the toilet floor, with your legs slightly spread so you can masturbate your ass more easily. $Ash gets into position on top of you. She’s almost laying on top of you, though her hands hold up her weight like she was doing a push up. That leaves the cock to plunge down your threat, and she finally begins to thrust her hips. If you didn’t think you could get away before, you really can’t now. You’re entirely at <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash ‘s <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash ‘s<</if>> whim, and based upon her moans of ecstasy, she’s enjoying that sensation. <<if $L lt 5>><<set $L to $L + 2>>Despite the intensely sexual situation, however, you’re simply not turned on enough to get to the special place you need to cum without clit stimulation.\ <<elseif $L lt 9>><<set $L to $L + 2>>Though you’re stimulated from both your mouth and anus, and you have years of looking at pornography to give you the graphic imagination to fantasize about the details of the situation, you’re simply not turned on enough. That’s not to say you don’t get incalculably close to an orgasm, but the final push over the finish line never arrives. You’re left a horny, leaky mess.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 1>><<set $S to $S - 3, $L to 2, $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1>>The situation, as depraved as it is, for some reason leads to a culmination of your pent up lust. The dick you pound yourself with, the dildo $Ash thrusts into your mouth, the drying cum on your face, and your active fantasizing imagination work together to triumphantly get you to an orgasm. And unsurprisingly, such a well worked for reward feels divine. Your panties fill with jizz, but you’re still eager to suck on and thrust inside you the cocks.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 2>><<set $L to 10>>The situation, created by your divine mistress, almost allows you to reach apotheosis, but just as your eyes roll back into your head, your Goddess slap you in the face. “I’ve decided that there will be no orgasms for you today. Aww, poor sissy!” She mocks. For a moment, you feel annoyed that she would deny you an orgasm, but those thoughts of a dissident subside as you’re having too much fun enjoying the cocks, the cum, everything.<</if>> Eventually, <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> decides you’ve been well trained enough, for today at least. She dismounts you, and takes off her strap on. You get to your feet, stumbling a little at first. You reset your skirt and blouse and the little bow in the middle, before trying to remove any cum in the toilet mirrors. <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> congratulates you on an effective training session, before exiting. After taking a few minutes to get your breath back, you follow her lead. [[19-1d<-Continue]]

<<include [[Chapter 5 Lesson]]>> <<if $Day3 is 3 and $AshMistress is 1 or $Day3 is 3 and $Home is 1>>[[19-3 GloryA<-Continue][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 3 and $JenMistress is 1>>[[19-3 Jen<-Continue][$H to 16]]\ \ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 0 and $GrayLunchFail gte 1>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gte 2>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $GrayLunchFail lt 2 and $Home lte 2 and $Day3 is 5>>[[Ice CreamA<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[12-3f<-Continue][$H to 16]]<</if>>

<<if $Home is 1>><<set $W19A1 to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Home is 2>><<set $W19A2 to 1>><</if>>\ “Sissy!” <<if $Home is 1>>You hear a familiar voice yell. //I thought I wouldn’t have to deal with $Ash for another day// $Ash approaches you. Evidently, she wasn’t satisfied with just training you at lunchtime.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>You hear the holy chords of your mistress sing. //I get to talk to my mistress again today?// Your goddess approaches.<</if>> “Whenever you see me, you ought to be thinking about at least one of your holes being used. The only question should be “which hole now?” and today, it’s that pretty little mouth of yours.” <<if $Home is 1>>”You know, if you warned me what we were doing in advance, I could be much more prepared.” $Ash smiles at you blankly. “I know.” Taking the lead in where you’re walking, it’s clear she enjoys keeping you in the dark.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>”I can’t wait, mistress. What are we doing today? Do I get to have sex with a stranger again?” “I love how eager you are, but that’s a surprise.”<</if>> “I will say this, however. We don’t need to stop to change your outfit. In fact, you’ll hardly be seen at all.” [[19-3 GloryB<-Continue][$H to $H + 3]]

<<set $W19A3 to 1>>\ Mistress $Jen interrupts your journey. “You’re going to be so jealous today. You get to meet my boyfriend!” //Jealous? Why would I be jealous?// “What’s the occasion, mistress?” “Something you’ll get used to doing - serving us. This is just the first time of many.” You’d jump with joy, were it not for the fact that you’d prefer being at mistress’ side. She’s mentioned her boyfriend before, and if she believes him to be deserving of her time, then you’ll respect him too. Though, you could be taking out the trash all night with your goddess and you still wouldn’t complain. But getting to meet the prince not-so-charming should be interesting. Afterall, you have no idea how much Mistress $Jen has told him about you, nor do you have any idea how she actually wants you to serve her, but maybe she’ll enlighten him on your way to her house. “I always have to be careful when I introduce my friends to him. At almost any chance he’d ask for a threesome, especially, if they’re beautiful.” Mistress $Jen observes you. “You might not be //as// attractive as some of the women I know, but he’ll be put off anyway once he sees your locked up cock. In fact, he’ll probably get one hell of a laugh from it.” “So he will see my clit? Does that mean I’ll be serving you in the bedroom?” Lustful thoughts race through your mind. Does she want you to eat her pussy whilst she gets plowed in her butt? Or maybe it’ll be something much more humiliating, like making you worship her feet whilst he goes to town on her vagina. Or perhaps it’s much simpler, and she simply wants someone to take care of her cream pie. “What? No, we’re just having a nice meal. A meal that you will be cooking for us, whilst serving us wine, and maybe even acting as the entertainment.” It sounds just like your activities at home with Miss $Gray and $Hannah , though much more fun thanks to Mistress $Jen being there. “I’ll still probably flip up your skirt to let him see what’s underneath, though.” [[19-3 Jenb<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

[img[Images/Jen Kitchen.jpg]] Once you arrive at the seldom visited abode of your mistress, she quickly shows you to the kitchen. Your experience as a maid makes you thankful for the unnecessary amount of stoves you have to choose from, but you also cringe thinking about how long it would take to clean. “My boyfriend is a simple man. He’ll be pleased with burgers. There’s more than enough ingredients to make something nice, and I expect your best efforts. Understood, sissy?” “Yes mistress.” “Good. My boyfriend will be here in an hour, and I want it served shortly after.” With your instructions made clear, she leaves you to your work. <<if $Cooking lt 15>>Sad to say, despite your relegation to a maid for much of your recent memory, you could be much more confident in your ability to cook. It’s not that you’re worried the food will be inedible, but more that you’re worried that it’ll send Mistress $Jen and her boyfriend to the hospital shortly after. \ <<elseif $Cooking lt 30>>Thankfully, you have the recent memory of being a maid to fall back on. You’re more than confident in your ability to make a meal that will be serviceable. Your main concern is making something that will impress Mistress $Jen . If she doesn’t like what you’ve prepared, it’s unlikely she’ll care enough to train you for next time; there likely won’t be a next time.\ <<else>>You almost shrug your shoulders as Mistress $Jen walks out. //An hour? I could have this done in 10 minutes// Your overconfidence is for a good reason: you have a wealth of experience preparing food as of late, and so you consider taking a break for half your time, though you do think better of that plan. It’s doubtful that mistress will appreciate you appearing apathetic on this.<</if>> To start the process, you check the fridge for the expected ingredients, only to discover…it’s completely empty. Not deterred, you investigate the cupboards, the drawers, the walk in freezer - there’s nothing resembling food in any of it. There’s not a lot of possibilities that occur to you. Was Mistress $Jen mistaken when she told you there was food in? Or maybe this is a test to see how you’ll act when you’re seemingly out of options. [[19-3 Jen Ask<-Ask mistress where the food is]] [[19-3 Jen Wait<-Do nothing and wait]] <<if $I gt 19>>[[19-3 Jen Order<-Order food instead]]<<else>>You don't have enough money to order food instead<</if>>

Quickly following the trail of greatness Mistress $Jen left behind, you find her relaxing in the dining room, though your presence erodes that sense of calmness. “What the fuck are you doing in here? The kitchen’s that way.” She points with her head to the way you came. “I know, mistress, but there’s no food in there. I’ve checked everywhere.” She tuts beneath her breath. “I’m not enjoying this joke, sissy. In fact, I think I’ll hypnotize your ability to be funny away. Now shoo!” It’s clear she has no interest in continuing the one sided conversation, so, lest you annoy mistress further, you return to the kitchen, with little to do but twiddle your thumbs, in between instances of checking that the room is entirely absent of food. An hour later, there’s a commotion at the door, which can only mean Mistress $Jen ‘s boyfriend has arrived. In the short moments between that noise, and mistress summoning you, your heart rate doubles. It’s not like you have a solution to the problem, so you can only wait for your goddess to be disappointed in you. [[19-3 Jen Askb<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

Seeing the incongruency between what you can see and what you were told, you conclude that Mistress $Jen must be testing you. She knows there’s no food in, and lied to see how you would react. It’s most likely that she wants you to be independent and not bother her, so that’s what you opt to do. … An hour later, there’s a commotion at the door, which can only mean Mistress $Jen ‘s boyfriend has arrived. Your heart rate and nerves increase, but you remain steadfast that you made the right decision. A woman of $Jen ‘s intellect - of course she would know if there was food in or not. Only a few minutes after the shuffling of footsteps settle, you hear a yell, which can only mean one thing. “Sissy! We’re ready for our dinner!” Whether it’s blind hope or not, you remain confident, and enter the adjacent dining area. Armed with a tray of nothing, you enter the room. [[19-3 Jen Waitb<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

You figure Mistress $Jen must have been mistaken about the contents in the fridge and cupboards, but equally, you don’t want to bother. The perfect solution would be for you to go out and acquire the necessary groceries yourself, but you neither have the time to do that, nor do you want to explain to your goddess that you have to leave for a while. Instead, you resort to ordering food from your phone, selecting 2 orders of burgers and fries, for mistress and her boyfriend. And since you’re ordering the grub relatively prematurely, you ask for it to be delivered just after the next hour, which should work out perfectly with when goddess specified her partner would arrive. … An hour later, there’s a commotion at the door. Based on you not having received a notification, that can only mean Mistress $Jen ‘s boyfriend has arrived. A couple minutes later, however, there’s another sound from the doorway. “I’ll get it.” You announce, collecting the food from the delivering driver. “Sissy, who was that?” With the brown bag of food in hand, you enter the dining room. [[19-3 Jen Orderb<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

[img[Images/Jen Dining Room.jpg]] Seated at the exorbitantly large table, Mistress $Jen is at the head of it, while her boyfriend is next to her. His attention immediately turns to you once the clicking of your shoes announces your presence. To say he sees the sight in front of him amusing would be an understatement. In fact, he bursts out laughing uncontrollably, as though he were just inhaling a lethal amount of nitrous oxide. “This is your guy friend from school?” He asks Mistress $Jen , who nods with a comparatively benign smile. “Wow.” His attention returns to you properly. “You know, when hot stuff over here told me she made friends with a guy at the beginning of the year, I was almost jealous. Well, then she told me you were “a little” feminine, and suddenly I wasn’t so worried. I knew my baby wasn’t gonna leave me for some pansy. And even if she did, I could have beaten you up like you were a child!” //What a colorful metaphor// “Who’s that teacher you have, Miss…” “$Gray .” Mistress $Jen finishes his sentence for him. “Right. Well, you knew she was going to be up to something shady at Farrix, but this? I don’t care who that ruthless bitch works for, this shit is hilarious.” “She doesn’t just have her as a teacher, they live together too.” “Wait, what the fuck? Really?” His eyes, wide open, stare at you in disbelief. You nod your head in confirmation. “That is fucked up, dude. I would have stuck myself on a pike if that were gonna happen to me.” He laughs at his own joke. “Is she like your stepmom now?” “She’s more like…my soon-to-be sister in law.” “No shit! You’re going to be a $Gray ?” “That’s not how marriage works, honey.” “Babe…I’m only screwing around. You’re too serious.” $Jen shakes her head in a small show of disappointment. “Anyway, where’s our food?” “I passed your test, mistress.” You proudly boast, but Mistress $Jen looks at you, dumbfounded. “What test?” “To not bother you.” Each syllable drains you of confidence. “Sissy, is this some joke? I told you to make us dinner!” “Yeah man, where’s the grub at?” “You told me there was food in, and then I looked and there wasn’t. I thought you wanted me to be independent and not bother you.” Goddess doesn’t even try to hide the disappointment she feels. “Does each spiral make you lose a brain cell or something?” “Screw the food, where’s the drinks?” After taking a moment to suppress her annoyance, Mistress $Jen speaks up again. “Good point. Sissy, go to the cellar and get us a glass of red wine. I’d give you a name, but you’d find a way to misspell it, idiot.” She dismisses you with a wave of her hand, leaving you to wander in the direction of the cellar. As you do, you have to stifle the guilt you feel at letting down Mistress $Jen , which would be enough to make you crack, were it not for the fact you have a chance to redeem yourself now. [[19-3 Jen Cellar<-Continue][$S to $S + 1]]

[img[Images/Jen Basement.jpg]] Darting your hand around the two walls descending to the basement, you eventually stumble across the light switch, which fills the formerly vacant void with a flickering yellow haze that almost makes your cautious steps down the creaking wooden stairs even creepier. Thankfully, there’s not much to see in the basement, bar the extensive amount of wine racks which line the walls in a criss-cross pattern like it were a beehive for alcoholics. [img[Images/Wine Rack.jpg]] Sadly, though, the wine isn’t so much stored in the shelves, as it is on the floor. And not in glasses, but just nakedly laying on the ground. You don’t even realize this by sight, but by sound. Stepping in proximity to the racks produces a sloppy sound, like jumping in a puddle. The basement is flooded with wine. But it’s not like there’s shattered glass littering the floor. Hundreds of wine bottles are still housed in the racks, only the cap has been methodically removed from each, leaving a trail of wine to stain the wood, eventually dripping down onto the very wet floor. It’s impossible, you figure, that a racoon or other nimble-clawed creature snuck in and did this. Not only is this far too much work for them, but what would be their motive? Did Mistress $Jen do this as a laugh one day, and forget about it? That answer seems more likely. After all, she did claim that there was food in the kitchen, so between these two situations, you’re starting to wonder if Mistress $Jen is actually a little forgetful. But she’s been so busy with her boyfriend and training you, it’s totally understandable. Whatever the case, your goddess deserves better than wine scooped off the floor, so you simply return to the dining room to share your findings with mistress. [[19-3 Jen Cellarb<-Continue]]

[img[Images/Jen Dining Room.jpg]] Seated at the exorbitantly large table, Mistress $Jen is at the head of it, while her boyfriend is next to her. His attention immediately turns to you once the clicking of your shoes announces your presence. To say he sees the sight in front of him amusing would be an understatement. In fact, he bursts out laughing uncontrollably, as though he were just inhaling a lethal amount of nitrous oxide. “This is your guy friend from school?” He asks Mistress $Jen , who nods with a comparatively benign smile. “Wow.” His attention returns to you properly. “You know, when hot stuff over here told me she made friends with a guy at the beginning of the year, I was almost jealous. Well, then she told me you were “a little” feminine, and suddenly I wasn’t so worried. I knew my baby wasn’t gonna leave me for some pansy. And even if she did, I could have beaten you up like you were a child!” //What a colorful metaphor// “Who’s that teacher you have, Miss…” “$Gray .” Mistress $Jen finishes his sentence for him. “Right. Well, you knew she was going to be up to something shady at Farrix, but this? I don’t care who that ruthless bitch works for, this shit is hilarious.” “She doesn’t just have her as a teacher, they live together too.” “Wait, what the fuck? Really?” His eyes, wide open, stare at you in disbelief. You nod your head in confirmation. “That is fucked up, dude. I would have stuck myself on a pike if that were gonna happen to me.” He laughs at his own joke. “Is she like your stepmom now?” “She’s more like…my soon-to-be sister in law.” “No shit! You’re going to be a $Gray ?” “That’s not how marriage works, honey.” “Babe…I’m only screwing around. You’re too serious.” $Jen shakes her head in a small show of disappointment. “Anyway, where’s our food?” “Right here.” You proudly reply, holding up the bag you received only a moment ago. “You just ordered some food? You lazy slut; I told you to make stuff in the kitchen.” Unpacking the meal and placing it in front of Mistress $Jen and her boyfriend, you give your excuse. “There wasn’t any food in there, but I didn’t want to bother you, so I just ordered some.” Mistress shakes her head. “What are you talking about? There was plenty of food when I checked this morning.” Her boyfriend takes over, actually sticking up for you. “Will you leave him alone? You know I’d prefer some fast food shit anyway.” “It’s not about that.” $Jen ‘s infuriation turns to you again. “When I give you an order, I expect you to follow it, not just improvise and do something easier. Understand?” “Yes mistress.” Though you apologize, you’re unsure if you’re really at fault. Though, the longer you’re away from the kitchen and closer to Mistress $Jen , the more you seem to think she’s right. “Anyway, where’s the drinks?” After taking a moment to suppress her annoyance, Mistress $Jen speaks up again. “Good point. Sissy, go to the cellar and get us a glass of red wine. I’d give you a name, but you’d find a way to misspell it, idiot.” She dismisses you with a wave of her hand, leaving you to wander in the direction of the cellar. As you do, you have to stifle the guilt you feel at letting down Mistress $Jen , which would be enough to make you crack, were it not for the fact you have a chance to redeem yourself now. [[19-3 Jen Cellar<-Continue]]

[img[Images/Jen Dining Room.jpg]] Seated at the exorbitantly large table, Mistress $Jen is at the head of it, while her boyfriend is next to her. His attention immediately turns to you once the clicking of your shoes announces your presence. To say he sees the sight in front of him amusing would be an understatement. In fact, he bursts out laughing uncontrollably, as though he were just inhaling a lethal amount of nitrous oxide. “This is your guy friend from school?” He asks Mistress $Jen , who nods with a comparatively benign smile. “Wow.” His attention returns to you properly. “You know, when hot stuff over here told me she made friends with a guy at the beginning of the year, I was almost jealous. Well, then she told me you were “a little” feminine, and suddenly I wasn’t so worried. I knew my baby wasn’t gonna leave me for some pansy. And even if she did, I could have beaten you up like you were a child!” //What a colorful metaphor// “Who’s that teacher you have, Miss…” “$Gray .” Mistress $Jen finishes his sentence for him. “Right. Well, you knew she was going to be up to something shady at Farrix, but this? I don’t care who that ruthless bitch works for, this shit is hilarious.” “She doesn’t just have her as a teacher, they live together too.” “Wait, what the fuck? Really?” His eyes, wide open, stare at you in disbelief. You nod your head in confirmation. “That is fucked up, dude. I would have stuck myself on a pike if that were gonna happen to me.” He laughs at his own joke. “Is she like your stepmom now?” “She’s more like…my soon-to-be sister in law.” “No shit! You’re going to be a $Gray ?” “That’s not how marriage works, honey.” “Babe…I’m only screwing around. You’re too serious.” $Jen shakes her head in a small show of disappointment. “Anyway, where’s our food?” “I told you, mistress” you make sure to emphasize “mistress”, hoping she doesn’t take your failure as a sign of insubordination “there wasn’t any food in.” “Sissy, this isn’t funny. Now bring in our food!” You simply shrivel up in the face of Mistress $Jen ‘s disappointment. “There must still be some kinks in your training.” “I’ll say.” Her boyfriend laughs, eyeing your legs. “Not those kinds of kinks.” “Nevermind the food. Where's the drinks?” After taking a moment to suppress her annoyance, Mistress $Jen speaks up again. “Good point. Sissy, go to the cellar and get us a glass of red wine. I’d give you a name, but you’d find a way to misspell it, idiot.” She dismisses you with a wave of her hand, leaving you to wander in the direction of the cellar. As you do, you have to stifle the guilt you feel at letting down Mistress $Jen , which would be enough to make you crack, were it not for the fact you have a chance to redeem yourself now. [[19-3 Jen Cellar<-Continue][$S to $S + 1]]

[img[Images/Jen Dining Room.jpg]] “Well?” She yells the moment your footsteps prophesize your return. “Mistress, the wine leaked onto the floor. There’s none left.” Mistress $Jen looks at you, squinting her eyes. It’s clear from her expression, she’s no longer confused at what you’re saying, but concerned. “All of it?” You nod your head. “My dad’s going to kill me!” She pushes her chair backwards, and is about to dash to check out the scene, whenever a distinct sound occurs in terrifying unison with all the lights in the extensive house shutting off, leaving you to see by the natural daylight seeping through the windows. “What was that?” “Can this day get any worse? Sissy, go check the power box, it’s in the garage.” “Why don’t I do it?” Her boyfriend asks, though you’re unsure if he’s genuinely offering, or just wants to know why his girlfriend didn’t rely on him. “Because you’ll find a way to screw it up worse than she will.” Her boyfriend gives up the argument just like that, opting to go on his phone whilst you and mistress head in opposite directions. [[19-3 Jen Garage<-Continue]]

[img[Images/Sports Car.jpg]] When you enter the garage, something is immediately up. The large door is open, which it wasn’t when you arrived, and the power box is exposed, showing off dozens of cut wires. In front of it, on the floor, lies a crowbar. But that’s not all. The driver side door to one of the large, expensive looking cars housed in the garage is also open, and there’s sounds of struggle from within. Approaching the door, you see a familiar face. “Sissy, is your mistress nearby?” $Ash asks, fiddling with wires in the box beneath the steering wheel. Like you, she’s still in her school uniform. She must have snuck in here just before you and goddess did. “No, she’s in the basement. What are you doing?” “Practicing algebra, what does it look like?” She snaps, more frantically pulling various wires and touching them together. “If you were a good sissy, you’d help me, but if you’re not going to do that, stay quiet whilst I try to hotwire this car.” “I don’t think Mistress $Jen would appreciate you trying to steal her car.” “Well she should have thought about that before robbing my sissy away from me, shouldn’t she? And it’s her dad’s car anyway.” She giggles to herself. “He had so many thousands of dollars of wine in the basement, but I’m not done trying to sabotage that bitch’s life yet.” “I’m going to get Mistress $Jen . You should leave.” “Don’t do it sissy.” She pauses from her nefarious task to look you in the eyes. “She doesn’t need to know I was ever here. Just stay silent, and I’ll be out of here before you can say “chastity cage”.” Seeing your contemplative face, she adds “it would mean a lot to me.” Your heart is telling you to call your mistress. There’s no doubt she’d want to see what’s going on. But on the other hand, $Ash , someone you feel you once cared a lot for, is asking you with pleading eyes, and it’s not like calling for Goddess $Jen will fix the damage to the wine. [[19-3 Jen Yell<-Yell for mistress]] [[19-3 Jen Silent<-Stay quiet]]

<<set $AshR to $AshR - 1>>\ “Mistress! Mistress, come quick!” $Ash shakes her head. “You always had a knack for disappointing me.” She hecticly attempts to start the car again, but with no luck. Instead, she gets out and reaches for the shoes stored in the back, which she has to juggle to hold them all. It’s during this commotion that mistress and her boyfriend walk in. “$Ash !” “Oh, $Jen , fancy seeing you here! I was just leaving, I’ll see you around!” She does a 180, and dashes with impressive speed for someone both wearing, and carrying, heels, out the open door and down the driveway, dropping a couple pumps along the way. “I knew she’d try something.” “Should we call the police?” “On $Ash ? No. We have too much on each other, it’s assured destruction if we go down that route.” She shakes her head, reflecting on what just happened. “The shoes are replaceable, I’m just glad she didn’t take this.” She observes the situation in the car, including the exposed wires showing the failed car thievery. “I had no idea she’d go to these lengths.” “All this hatred for just one guy.” Mistress’ lover remarks, looking at you. “She’s almost not worth the trouble. Almost.” She pats you on the head. “Good job raising the alarm on her being here. You’re such an obedient sissy.” Her words instinctively bring a smile to your face.” “I’ll get on the phone to someone who can fix this.” Mistress’ $Jen ‘s boyfriend comments, observing the busted power box. “You must be so disappointed, not being able to serve us properly today thanks to your past mistress’ petulant actions, but don’t worry, we’ll try this again next week. Go home and get some rest.” Incredibly, Mistress $Jen gives you a kiss on the cheek as a show of appreciation for your loyalty. That small kiss is all you can think of on your journey home. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S - 4]]

<<set $AshR to $AshR + 1>>\ You feel better not actively saying you’re doing something your mistress would disapprove of, so simply remain quiet. “Thank you, sissy.” $Ash smiles, getting back to her work. “You took the food from the kitchen too?” “Yep. Thankfully I still have a good relationship with $Gray , so she got me out of my last lesson early. I did a number on her closet too - ripped half the good things to shreds.” She proudly chuckles at her connivery. “Stole a few pairs of heels whilst I was at it. I’ll be damned if that bitch has Catwalk heels and I don’t.” Eyeing the back rear interior of the vehicle, you can see she stole more than a //few// set of shoes. “Aha!” The car revs to life, and $Ash begins beaming from ear to ear. Swiftly, she steps out of the car to confront you. “I’ll get you back one day, sissy. Until then, tell your “mistress” there was a burglar. Her family has enough enemies, it’ll be believable.” She begins observing her hand, particularly the back of it. “Well, only if you take some damage it will.” With surprising dexterity, her hand soars through the air before you recognize that she’s aiming for your face. “Owww!” You keel over, clutching your cheek. “You didn’t have to do that!” $Ash quickly returns to the driver’s seat of the car, and speeds off, though you catch her yelling something about breaking her nail after the strike. //I get that she wanted to make it believable, but she didn’t have to swing from the hips like that// “What was that?” $Jen ‘s boyfriend eagerly runs into the garage after hearing the V-something engine of the luxurious car barrel down the driveway and down the road. “Oh dude, what the hell happened to your face?” The way he winces when he says that makes you think the impact is even uglier, though it’s impossible to know how bruised you are. If $Ash really wanted to hurt you, she would have lunged at you with her fake nails instead of a straight right. “There was a burglar.” Mistress $Jen runs in too, and catches your story. “He hit me real hard, and drove away in your car. I’m sorry mistress.” Lying to her like this doesn’t do much to make you feel better after the blow. “Damnit!” Mistress yells. “Damnit, damnit, damnit!” “Chillax, babe. I’m sure your dad has insurance.” “It’s not about that. It’s about making him think I’m responsible.” The three of you stand in silence for an uncomfortable while. You consider admitting to the lie, and announcing the thief as none other than $Ash , but Mistress $Jen begins talking before you have the chance to do so. “You did the best you could sissy. We’ll try letting you serve us again next week. For now, you should probably go home.” Incredibly saddened, she takes her boyfriend’s hand, and heads to another part of the house, leaving you to head home, with lingering feelings that you betrayed your mistress haunting you. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S + 2]]

“Well, here we are.” After meandering with seemingly little destination in her mind, you eventually arrive outside a sex shop, though not the one in the mall. This one is on a busy street that gets a lot of foot traffic. “You wanted some more toys?” <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash replies “not quite.” With her still in front, she enters the shop, and heads straight for the counter. Observing the interior, you see little that’s unique, for a sex store, at least. There’s racks of dildos, vibrators, handcuffs, ankle cuffs, ropes of various colors, gags, unique lingerie sets, sexy outfits, stripper heels, hoods, masks, gimp suits, and a collection of chastity cages that would make Miss $Gray jealous. Most interestingly, though, is a structure you can only compare to a church confessional. It’s not nearly as ornate, and there’s no seats inside either. Instead, rather than have 2 compartments for two people, there’s actually 3. You can only guess it’s a new form of confessional, where a sinner abides in the middle one, whilst 2 priests would be either side of them, and they’d debate over a suitable punishment. [img[Images/Confessional.jpg]] “This is your commodity?” The man behind the counter asks <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash . “In the flesh - her slutty, cum stained flesh.” The man takes a closer look at you. If he had glasses, he’d certainly push them up the bridge of his nose to his eyes, all so that he may see clearly. It’s a mystery what exactly he’s observing you for. Does <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash want you to model some lingerie for the store, and so he’s trying to find your size? If so, he’d do well to get a measuring tape. Or maybe you’ll be expected to test out some sex toys for this shop. You have a wealth of experience with most of the items available in the shop. Hell, you could write a thesis on wearing a chastity cage at this point. <<if $Home is 1>> //I wonder if I’ll be allowed to take off this cage to try new ones - finally, a moment of freedom!//<</if>> “She’ll do, it’s not like her face is too important anyway.” <<if $Home is 2>> //Hey, that’s mean!//<</if>> “Great, we’ll get set up right away.” “But she better be as experienced as you say she is. I’ll be revoking your loyalty card if you’ve lied to me, $Ash .” <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash encourages you to follow her to the booth. “You heard him, this is my discount on the line; you better suck well.” The fact that they’re on a first name basis lets you know a lot about their relationship, and given how messy <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash ‘s room is, you wouldn’t be surprised if she has shelves worth of sex toys from here, buried beneath mounds of her excessive amount of clothing and shoes. [[19-3 GloryC<-Continue]]

Now that you’re closer to the curious construction, you can see that the middle booth actually has a firm door, featuring a padlock on the outside, though it’s currently unlocked. The two adjacent booths have red velvet curtains that don’t even extend to the floor. <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash opens the central door, and shoves you in. “Can you please tell me what we’re doing now?” There’s a fumbling around outside the door, and based on the metallic sounds, you can only infer that it is the locking of the heavy padlock. When you gently push against the door to test your theory, it barely budges. “There, now you’re stuck until I decide otherwise.” “Or if there’s a fire hazard, I’ll be ending your night early.” The owner boasts. “Yes.” <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash mutters, frustrated. “That’s such a necessary thing to add.” Though you can’t see her, you can envision her shaking her head in growing rage, but her experience appeasing Miss $Gray has made her good at appealing to authority. <<if $EscapeChastity is 14>>.”And the lock is on the outside, sissy. You can’t pick your way out, like you did your old chastity cage.” //That’s not how I got out//<</if>> “So you just want me to stay here? For how long?” “We close at 11.” The manager yells again. “Until you’ve sucked enough dicks that you’ll need to piss out all the cum you’ve drank.” On one of the side walls, you now notice a small hole, around waist height, with a diameter of only a couple inches. It’s now beginning to make sense why you’re here. “I’ll be gone for a few hours, sissy. Try not to drop much cum!” <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash skips away out of your audible range, and you’re left entirely alone in your small box, waiting for a dick to appear so that may can suck it. <<if $Home is 1>>Who knows what the consequences will be if you don’t. Besides, it’s the only form of entertainment you’re offered in your cupboard.<<elseif $Home is 2>>While it is another opportunity to please Mistress $Ash , it’s unfortunate that, yet again, she doesn’t get to see your sissy skills in person.<</if>> You can’t pick up much sound from outside your cubicle, though the sound of the store's door swinging open is too distinct to miss. After that, it doesn’t take long for a dick to appear. Though its size isn’t too intimidating, even several hours of sucking chauds would take its toll on your mouth and jaw. [img[Images/R - Glory Hole 1.jpg]] Knowing what they expect, you skip your hands and begin straight with your mouth, wrapping it around the stranger’s member, and salivating all over it. Not only does it make it more pleasurable for the John on the other side, it makes it easier to glide your //eager// lips over it. The hole in the wall doesn’t allow you to go to the base of the cock, which almost defeats the point, in your mind, but you //gleefully// continue regardless. Furthermore, you can barely see the majestic balls which will soon give your cummy treat. <<if $Home is 1>>//Why am I thinking like this? I’m in a glory hole! Wasn’t I a man once?//<<elseif $Home is 2>>//Mmmm! Cocks galore! I could eat here all day!//<</if>> Time seems to dissipate as a concept, so you’re unsure if this cock cums quickly, slowly, or something in between, but it erupts a huge load in your mouth. [img[Images/R - Glory Hole 2.jpg]] You thank the man for his gift the only way a good whore should, by slurping his sloppy cock clean off cum and your sissy saliva. As a final parting “thank you”, a small kiss gets planted on the head of the member. He pulls out, zips up, and heads out. //Should I have been paid for that?// It doesn’t take long for another cock to appear. <<if $Home is 2>>[[19-3 Glory Sab<-Continue][$H to $H + 2]]<<elseif $Home is 1>>[[19-3 GloryD<-Continue][$H to $H + 2]]<</if>>

The dicks, which you lost track of counting a //long// time ago, continue like you were stationed in Hilbert’s Grand Hotel. No sooner do you take a load in your mouth or face is it replaced by a different dick. Your chin has developed a crust from trickled down cum, but you’ve no time to scratch it better. The top of your blouse has also acted as an absorber of jizz, staining it in the most slutty of ways. A couple of spasming dicks even managed to squirt a large load on your hosiery, and you’re certain your hair is matted thanks to a stray load or two, or three… That said, the dick you’ve been currently working on seems particularly resilient, which you take as an affront to your skills as a cock lover. //Am I not good enough for this dick?// Mistress $Ash would never allow you to let down a man by accepting failure, and so you keep sucking regardless. Even the texture of the dick seems more challenging than the rest you’ve been confronted with. In some ways, it reminds you of Mistress $Ash ‘s strap on, but she’d have no reason to use you right now; she wanted unknown dicks down your throat, and you can only improve so much on the same tool. Grunts from the dick’s owner attract your attention. They’re far from the first person to moan, but they’re first to be impatient with their sounds. It wouldn’t be a surprise to hear them scream “hurry up!”, but it still doesn’t seem to make sense. Even after the time you’ve been here, your skills haven’t declined, you don't think. Why would this one be taking so much to make climax? “How’s my sissy doing?” A wave of glee washes over you upon hearing Mistress $Ash ‘s voice return. “Decent, but she’s been on this dick for an hour.” The owner’s voice, and that of your Goddess rest outside the booth. “Hey buddy!” Mistress $Ash yells at the John you’re servicing. “This ain’t a place for gooners. Squirt and get out!” There’s no response. “Do you hear me?” You don’t see any of what proceeds, thanks to your confined position, but you can surmise what happens based on the words, insults and screams thrown around. “$Jen ! What are you doing here?” “Making use of my sissy.” The person in the booth yells. The cock you’re tasting suddenly tastes artificial as you realize it’s actually a strap on, connected to $Jen . [img[Images/R - Glory Hole 4.jpg]] “Sissy, grab her cock, don’t let her escape!” You feel $Jen withdrawing her fake dick from your mouth. [[19-3 Glory Grab<-Grab the dick]] [[19-3 Glory Fail<-You can’t catch it]]

The dicks, which you lost track of counting a //long// time ago, continue like you were stationed in Hilbert’s Grand Hotel. No sooner do you take a load in your mouth or face is it replaced by a different dick. Your chin has developed a crust from trickled down cum, but you’ve no time to scratch it better. The top of your blouse has also acted as an absorber of jizz, staining it in the most slutty of ways. A couple of spasming dicks even managed to squirt a large load on your hosiery, and you’re certain your hair is matted thanks to a stray load or two, or three… “You’ve got a lot of customers.” The owner comments through the door. “I’ll open up the second door.” //Second door?// You can’t spare the time to look, but there’s a fiddling in the booth behind you. “Your mistress trained your mouth well. If your ass is half as good, she’ll have made a thousand by the end of the night.” He laughs, his voice casually strolling away to the counter. Suddenly, it’s beginning to make sense. With the position you’re made to take in order to suck the dicks, your ass is left vulnerable, and is just a couple inches from the wall behind you. You’re not just going to suck one dick at a time; you’re going to be spitroasted. Instinctively, before you can even question why your hands are moving with a mind of their own, you eagerly pull down your skirt and underwear. <<if $ButtPlug is 1>>Your butt plug, obviously, follows them quickly. <</if>>After that, it’s barely 10 seconds before a hard dick pokes your vulnerable asshole open, prodding it wider and wider, until you’re left //filled// from tip to tail. //Why does this feel so good?// [img[Images/R - Glory Hole 3.jpg]] If only your clitty was also getting some pleasure, you’d no have no choice but to succumb to hedonism in the face of that holy trinity of sexual satisfaction. But that isn’t the life you were destined for. There’s two lines of vicious men, hungry to use your holes, cum on or in you, and leave, and for some reason, you’re loving every second of it. //Miss $Gray and $Ash have turned me into a complete cock loving, sissy whore// You go at the dicks staring you in the face with the excited energy of a woodpecker seeing a particularly nutritious tree, whilst you thrust your hips into the rear crowd, accidentally pounding your cheeks against the wall around the hole on several occasions. There’s enough vigor in the action that it might scare the Johns away, were your holes not so delectable. The hard cocks using your ass finish both on and inside your ass, the latter of which helps lubricate the future users, and leaves you feeling, somehow, even sluttier. When it does begin leaking out your hole, it leaves a crusty trail, just like the one on your chin, down your legs. Though conventional logic would dictate that you’d be getting exhausted from the dual-ended action, if anything, you’re sucking and fucking even better thanks to the opening of the rear door. You’ve unlocked a reserve of energy you never knew you had. [[19-3 GloryE<-Continue][$H to 21]]

<<set $AshR to $AshR + 1>>\ <<set $JenR to $JenR - 1>>\ Using your hands on a dick for the first time tonight, you grab the silicone phallus, still shocked that you didn’t catch on that it wasn’t a genuine love hammer. “$name ! Let go of me!” It’s hard to keep a good grip, but it’s enough that $Jen can’t break it by thrusting her hips backwards. “Aww, look! We have the master manipulator, the genius herself, all trapped like a hamster in a cage.” “LET GO OFF ME!” $Jen’s movements get even more violent, but knowing how much your mistress is enjoying this is giving you extra strength to keep your would-be mistress in place. “There’s nothing she can do to stop me from taking this.” Teasingly, Mistress $Ash takes $Jen ‘s skirt, which was presumably around her ankles. “Give me that back!” “I might, if you say please.” Your goddess snides, but all three of you know she’s lying. Mistress $Ash had been hoping for a moment exactly like this, and she isn’t going to waste it. “Screw you!” “You can’t screw anyone, your dick is stuck in a hole!” Mistress $Ash laughs. “Do you have any artificial cum?” “Right here.” The owner dashes to get the request supply, all whilst $Jen is stuck like her hand were in a pickle jar. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time. I’m sure $name could never take cum as well as you do. Why don’t you prove me wrong?” What sounds like a bucket’s weight in fake cum gets shot like a catapult at the stuck $Jen , and the sound of viscous liquid slapping skin fills the store, likely much to the delight of the dildos in the room. “AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” $Jen falls backwards in response, and through the hole, you see her appear like a drenched cat, only instead of a fall in a bathtub, she’s coated in a primer, several layers, and a finishing coat, of sticky, smelly, semen. Her blouse is soaked in the yellowy substance, making her blouse give the same amount of protection as a pane of glass. Her bra is distinctly visible, and certainly soaked too. Her lack of a skirt means her panties were pelted as well. Even her mostly naked legs are caked in it, giving them a shiny veneer. “Finally, you look like the whore you are!” Mistress $Ash raves. $Jen struggles to her feet. Her high heels have a hard time getting a grip on the slippery floor, and she stumbles as she retreats out the store in her exposed lingerie and strapon. “Whore.” Mistress $Ash mutters to herself, satisfied. [[19-3 Glory GrabB<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $AshR to $AshR - 1>>\ <<set $JenR to $JenR + 1>>\ Though your mistress is encouraging you with an urgency and desperation you rarely see from her, your hands slip off the fake dick - you’re too much of a cocksucker that you slobbered too much over it. $Jen flails back, struggling to catch her balance. After fumbling to pull up her skirt, she dashes out the store on uncertain heels, barely escaping Mistress $Ash ‘s grasp. “Damnit! Sissy, you had one job!” Your goddess yells at you through the door, as if the dozens of dicks were not enough to impress her. After punching the store walls in an expression of anger for a while, she unlocks the door holding you hostage. You’re certainly a pathetic sight, with cum coating your face like it were a skin routine. Sadly, even your jizz-cured features aren’t enough to cheer up her majesty right now. “That was your golden opportunity, sissy. She was stuck where we needed her, and all you had to do was grab a dick. How could you fail?” “I’m sorry mistress.” “You better be.” “If you have your slut work here again, I’ll make sure to keep an eye out for her.” The owner comments, taking the chaos in a surprising stride. “Thanks, but I should have seen this coming. That bitch is really trying to ruin my life.” “If only you could make her serve you like this one does.” The owner laughs, gesturing to you. “Now there’s a thought.” Mistress $Ash replies, but ultimately shrugging off the bizarre prospect. “Here’s all the money she made you.” He hands your goddess a wad of cash, equally an amount you estimate to be in the couple of hundreds. “My efforts are really starting to pay for themselves off.” After that, you exit the store with mistress. “How could I have not seen this coming?” She curses herself again. “You did your best, mistress. Do you think she’ll try something like this again?” “I’d bet on it, I just don’t know what.” She looks at you, dropping her smile. “Be careful, $name . She has a lot of money to throw around.” With that ominous warning, she departs, several hundred richer. Meanwhile, you’re left feeling sticky, but in the hottest of ways, on top of a sex drive that’s borderline alight. The journey home is bothersome. Had you managed to stop $Jen , mistress $Ash would probably be showering you with praise, confirming that you’re a great, obedient sissy. As it stands, she didn’t even mention how good you were for sucking the multitude of dicks that finished over your upper half. Still, Mistress $Ash will probably have another idea for how to serve her in another bizarre way next week. You can only hope $Jen doesn’t show her face. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 22, $L to $L + 3, $S to $S + 2]]

When your mistress unlocks the door keeping you hostage, the first thing that stands out is Goddess $Ash ‘s beautiful smile, which is even more electric than usual. “You beautiful sissy, I love you!” She gives you a hug as a show of appreciation. “You reek of jizz too.” “Sorry mistress.” You reply, having gotten used to the sense radiating from you. “Your breath is even worse.” Though she is complaining, you get the impression it’s more of a joke than a genuine issue. After all, was it not her plan to leave you drowning in cum, almost like $Jen was? “That’s the most chaos we’ve seen in a while.” The owner comments, staring at the pool of jizz from what was thrown. “I’m sorry about the mess.” “Don’t be. The was funny as fuck!” He bursts out laughing “consider your discount doubled!” “Did it get late enough to open the other booth?” “Afraid not.” “Damn that bitch.” “But here’s what your sissy earned.” The owner hands Mistress $Ash a wad of cash. “My efforts are really starting to pay for themselves off.” After that, you head out the store with your goddess, a beaming smile still stretched across her gorgeous face. “You did great today. I should have expected her to try to ruin our fun, but you did great regardless.” “Do you think she’ll try something again?” “I’d bet on it, I just don’t know what.” She looks at you, dropping her smile. “Be careful, $name . She has a lot of money to throw around.” With that ominous warning, she departs, several hundred richer. Meanwhile, you’re left feeling sticky, but in the hottest of ways, on top of a sex drive that’s borderline alight. The journey home is a pleasant one, with you reveling in the satisfaction of knowing you pleased your goddess. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 22, $L to $L + 3, $S to $S - 2]]

Sadly, all good things must come to an end, not just sex. The customers seem to have all been satisfied, meaning you’ve worked your way through the entire que. With an ass so full of cum it might constitute an enema, and a mouth so heavily leaking of cum it could be determined a chemical weapon, you’ve got nothing to do but revel in your filth, incredibly turned on, but without orgasm, and wait for your mistress to return. … After some time, the door holding you hostage is unlocked, and you see $Ash standing there, looking almost exalted at seeing you reduced to a whore in a box. “OH. MY. GOD.” She breathes heavily, and even though her hands aren’t close to her vagina, you’re not unconvinced she doesn’t orgasm solely from the slutty display. “You look like the biggest slut on the planet right now; I can’t express how turned on I am.” She motions for you to get out the box. Strangely, just standing up straight feels unnatural. Your jaw is sore and wants to remain ajar. Meanwhile, you’re going to have cum leaking out of your asshole for a while to come. “She made a killing. I would have closed up shop early, but I think there would have been a mob of angry men out for me.” “I told you I had trained her well.” ““Well?” You could be a professional!” $Ash blushes profusely at the compliment. Of course, she isn’t going to mention the help she had from miss $Gray in debasing you to a slut like this, but you’re too busy thinking about cocks to offer protest. “How much did we make?” The owner hands her a large wad of cash. You know it’s a lot when a rubber band is used to hold it all together. “My efforts are really starting to pay for themselves off.” $Ash shakes the owner's hand after the pleasant business, and you depart together. “Sissy, you’re the greatest whore a mistress could ask for. I’m going to orgasm so much when I get home just thinking about you in there.” She gives you a kiss on the cheek, though she does almost regret at feeling all the dried cum. “See you at school.” The journey home is bizarre, at least mentally. When you were in there, you were in love. Nothing, not the threat of murder, an offer of millions, or an invitation to have your male life back would have drawn you away from the dozens of cocks you had the opportunity to serve. Now that you’re away from them, you’re not as convinced, but each day it’s getting harder to not think about cocks pleasuring you. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 23, $L to $L + 3]]

week 20<<if $Day3 is 1 and $SC7 gt 1 and $SC7 lt 9>><<set $SC7 to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 gt 0 and $SC7 lt 9 and $GrayLunchFail is 0>><<set $SC7 to $SC7 + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 is 6>><<set $SC7 to 9>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ \ <<include [[Chapter 5 Class]]>> <<if $JenMistress is 1>>[[20- Jen<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[20- Ash<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[20- Gray<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $LipstickToilet = ["Don’t let $name near your boyfriend", "$name swallows", "$name kisses Miss $Gray ‘s ass", "$name licks $Ash ‘s feet", "$name ‘s asshole is looser than my pussy around Mr Hawt"]>>\ <<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $AnalS to $AnalS + 1, $SuckS to $SuckS + 1, $CumS to $CumS + 1>>\ <<if $Home is 2>>Rather than have to spend another hour without her company, Mistress $Ash kindly sought you out so that she might train you to be a better sissy.<<else>>It’s lunch, which might mean a moment to relax, but $Ash has other plans.<</if>> She leads you by the hand to a disused toilet. <<if $JenLevel gt 3>>Even these deserted facilities still update the rare user about your sissy life, no doubt thanks to $Jen ‘s handiwork after you failed to hand her money. "<<print $LipstickToilet.random()>>" the biggest piece of lipstick art proclaims.<</if>> “After how well you took my cocks before, I’m shaking at the thought of training you for another hour. I think I might actually enjoy teaching you more than you enjoy taking dick for me." <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash has you get on all fours, presenting your butt, which is more than visible in this position despite the skirt.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash has you lean over, presenting your butt, which is more than visible in this position despite the skirt.<</if>> <<if $ButtPlug is 1>>With little regard for your comfort, she tears the butt plug currently residing in your rear out.<</if>> After that, she equips her strap on. Maybe because of all the things she plans to do today, the cock seems bigger to you. Whatever fear you have is certain to be ignored though, especially since she drops a similarly sized dildo on the ground in front of you. “And of course, how could I forget about your favorite part - the cum!” Out of her bag, she pulls out a similar jug to what you’re used to seeing, even if it has been a while. <<if visited("15-2 Ash Punish")>>She lets you get a strong whiff of it, and you immediately get flashbacks to her brutal punishment from a week ago.<<else>>She lets you get a smell of it, and memories of her “cum game” come flooding back.<</if>> “Don’t worry” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash suggests<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash commands<</if>> “taking cum is just like riding a bike! We’ll be using this in a little while.” [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet 1.jpg]] She gets into position in front of you. Because of your doggy style stance, she has to get on her knees to be an appropriate level for you to suck her cock. “Go ahead, sissy! Start sucking!” She makes you do all the work, and you’re only on one part of your training. She doesn’t even let you lubricate the dildo with a little foreplay. Instead, she leans in so that the resting position of the dildo is still protruding several inches into your mouth. You quickly please <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>>, or maybe she just gets bored of this “being a sissy 101” stuff. “Now that you’re thoroughly turned on, take that dildo I gave you and…well, if I need to spell it out for you, then I must be an awful mistress.” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash orders. Not that back-talk is particularly effective against her, but let’s just say it’s a good thing you’re mouth is currently full.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash orders. At the hearing of such a preposterous idea, you want to affirm that she’s the greatest mistress a sissy could ask for, but you’re mouth is far too full of silicone to do that currently.<</if>> Taking the dildo in hand, you navigate it to your empty rear. Whilst preoccupied sucking a different artificial cock, it’s hard to line it up with your asshole, but after a bit of prodding, you eventually find the sweet spot, and it inserts surprisingly smoothly. [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet 2.jpg]] You fuck yourself with it, slowly at first as you get used to it, and staying on top of pleasing <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> and her cock remains a priority, but after not long at all, you’re ready to go at a speed your trainer will be satisfied with. You ramp up the speed until it’s eventually in the triple digits of BPM. It’s only now that the multi tasking aspects hit you as being difficult. Your experience of sucking in the past has primarily been when $Ash has been thrusting into you, not when you’re the one lunging into it. And the anal pounding you’re forced to inflict on yourself compounds to make the task that much trickier. On several occasions, you forget to breathe properly, resulting in muffled coughs and gags, but <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> refuses to let the cock leave your mouth for even the smallest amount of reprieve. Meanwhile, concentrating on giving head results in the dildo playing with your rear missing its target, and you end up striking your scrotum instead. On one occasion, you fumbled it so completely that you dropped the silicone sex toy. Picking it up, all whilst still deepthroating at the front, proved a challenge. Eventually, though, you get into a good rhythm, and you have a chance to think about the moment without worrying about a slip up. [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet 3.jpg]] <<if $Home is 1>>You’re on your knees in a toilet, being forced to spit roast yourself by a maniacal girl who also has your clit locked in an impenetrable cage. If you’d have thought life couldn’t get any more depraved, pathetic, or just plain sad, you’d be wrong, because $Ash hasn’t even introduced the cum into the equation yet.<<elseif $Home is 2>>You’re on your knees in a toilet, being forced to spit roast yourself by a stunning girl who’s a picture of perfection if there ever could be such a thing, who’s beauty could not be rivaled by anything natural, or anything created. Her genius took over control of you from the cruel hands of your cold teacher so that she, your Goddess, might show you how to best apply yourself in life. If you thought life couldn’t get any better, you’d be wrong, because Mistress hasn’t even introduced the cum into the equation yet.<</if>> “You’re handling that well, sissy. You really have been trained well. Shall we see if the added element of cum trips you up?” She reaches for the jug of cum with one hand, not even needing to move her hips, or the cock attached to them. With her outstretched fingers, she collects as much cum as she can, and shows you the gathered semen. “Aren’t you looking forward to this? I know I am.” You’re stuck between a cock and a penis, left with nowhere to hide as she smothers the handful of cum on your face, from your forehead to your chin. <<if $Home is 1>>The moment encapsulates the feeling you’ve had since the moment $Ash took over control of your chastity cage, or maybe even when Miss $Gray put you in it in the first place (it’s been too long to be able to remember accurately) - pathetic.<<elseif $Home is 2>>In one movement, not only was you touched by Mistress $Ash , but she graciously doused you with the rejuvenative tonic you dream about as often as a cat dreams of milk.<</if>> She’s not done yet though. Another swipe of cum on your two cheeks makes you painted up like you’re about to go to war. A third gives you a coat of cumgloss, and she makes you like her fingers clean afterwards. Then, she seems satisfied. The cum drips with no eagerness down your face. Some droplets slowly drool past your chin and down your neck, slithering in between your breasts. No matter how many times you lick your lips, the taste and texture of cum never goes away, or even seems to diminish. Despite its unforgettable presence, the cum isn’t the wrench in the slut works that it might have been. <<if $Home is 1>>It looks like $Ash did train you well.<<elseif $Home is 2>>As if there was more evidence needed, that should confirm, without any doubt, that Goddess $Ash is incredible at anything she does, like training you. <</if>> “Good whore. But I think we need a change of position. Lay down on your back.” Whilst still fucking yourself, you do as instructed. You rest your head on the toilet floor, with your legs slightly spread so you can masturbate your ass more easily. $Ash gets into position on top of you. She’s almost laying on top of you, though her hands hold up her weight like she was doing a push up. That leaves the cock to plunge down your threat, and she finally begins to thrust her hips. If you didn’t think you could get away before, you really can’t now. You’re entirely at <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash ‘s <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash ‘s<</if>> whim, and based upon her moans of ecstasy, she’s enjoying that sensation. <<if $L lt 5>><<set $L to $L + 2>>Despite the intensely sexual situation, however, you’re simply not turned on enough to get to the special place you need to cum without clit stimulation.\ <<elseif $L lt 9>><<set $L to $L + 2>>Though you’re stimulated from both your mouth and anus, and you have years of looking at pornography to give you the graphic imagination to fantasize about the details of the situation, you’re simply not turned on enough. That’s not to say you don’t get incalculably close to an orgasm, but the final push over the finish line never arrives. You’re left a horny, leaky mess.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 1>><<set $S to $S - 3, $L to 2, $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1>>The situation, as depraved as it is, for some reason leads to a culmination of your pent up lust. The dick you pound yourself with, the dildo $Ash thrusts into your mouth, the drying cum on your face, and your active fantasizing imagination work together to triumphantly get you to an orgasm. And unsurprisingly, such a well worked for reward feels divine. Your panties fill with jizz, but you’re still eager to suck on and thrust inside you the cocks.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 2>><<set $L to 10>>The situation, created by your divine mistress, almost allows you to reach apotheosis, but just as your eyes roll back into your head, your Goddess slap you in the face. “I’ve decided that there will be no orgasms for you today. Aww, poor sissy!” She mocks. For a moment, you feel annoyed that she would deny you an orgasm, but those thoughts of a dissident subside as you’re having too much fun enjoying the cocks, the cum, everything.<</if>> Eventually, <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> decides you’ve been well trained enough, for today at least. She dismounts you, and takes off her strap on. You get to your feet, stumbling a little at first. You reset your skirt and blouse and the little bow in the middle, before trying to remove any cum in the toilet mirrors. <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> congratulates you on an effective training session, before exiting. After taking a few minutes to get your breath back, you follow her lead. [[20-1d<-Continue]]

<<include [[Chapter 5 Lesson]]>> <<if $Day3 is 1 and $AshMistress is 1>>[[20-1 KidnapA<-Continue][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 1 and $JenMistress is 1>>[[20-1 OrgasmA<-Continue][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 3 and $AshMistress is 1 or $Day3 is 3 and $Home is 1>>[[20-3 StripA<-Continue][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 3 and $JenMistress is 1>>[[20-3 ServeA<-Continue][$H to 16]]\ \ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 0 and $GrayLunchFail gte 1>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gte 2>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<else>>[[12-3f<-Continue][$H to 16]]<</if>>

<<set $W20A2 to 1>>\ “Sissy!” <<if $MistressAsh is 1>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash yells out, instantly drawing your attention. “We’re going out again today. I know you can suck and take like a home page pornstar, but we need to work on your sex appeal. It’s not enough to just have sex with someone; a sissy needs to be able to seduce them with just her body. So where else could we go to learn such a skill, but a strip club! It’s open pole night. Not that they’d accept anyone, but someone as girlishly attractive as you will be accepted for sure, so come on!” <<if $MistressAsh is 0>>She grabs your hand and takes off, her grip feeling like a handcuff, preventing your escape.<<else>>Mistress $Ash wraps her soft hand around yours, taking off. You’d follow anyone, but there’s no need to complain at being able to hold hands with the most beautiful woman in the world.<</if>> [[20-3 StripB<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $W20A1 to 1>>\ <<if visited("19-3 Jen")>>Mistress $Jen interrupts your journey. “Slave, you should be honored. Today, you get to meet my boyfriend, again” //I’m always honored whenever I get to talk to Mistress $Jen , but I do wonder what her boyfriend is like. No one can be as great as her, but how close does he come?//\ <<else>>Mistress $Jen interrupts your journey. “Slave! You’re going to serve me and my boyfriend today, and hopefully that rat doesn’t show her face again.” “I can’t wait! I always love when I get a chance to serve you.”<</if>> “But that’s not all. You’re not just going to be serving us dinner and getting us drinks. No, you’re going to have a much more important role in what we have planned. As my boyfriend’s //huge// cock pleases me for hours on end like only he can, you’re going to be doing anything and everything to increase our pleasure. If I start giving him a blowjob, you’ll be lapping at my vagina. When we’re having sex, you’ll be licking and massaging my feet. And when he cums his huge load inside of me, you’ll lick me clean. If even one drop of sperm gets on the sheets you’ll be in trouble.” You’re giddy with excitement as if you were going on a date yourself, rather than being a companion to their sexual experience. Not even Mistress $Jen is more excited than you, and she’s the one drooling at the mouth at the mention of her lover’s cock. Past your experience at lunchtime, this is your first real opportunity to be around Mistress $Jen sexually. Not that you deserve such a chance, but you’ll obediently do as you’re told with a wide smile on your face. Plus, now there’s a chance to serve a man too, one with a purportedly massive penis, at that. “Before I allow you such an honor, though, I want some new lingerie. My boyfriend deserves only the best, and I don’t want him to be bored of the sets I already have. Besides, your sissy expertise might make you more adept at finding nicer sets than me.” You intensely blush at the compliment. The thought of you being better at anything than your mistress is worthy of laughter, though she doesn’t seem to find it as funny. She sets off, with you in tow, for the mall. [[20-3 ServeB<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

“$name !” $Jen’s piercing voice yells at you. After the brutal embarrassment she faced at the hands of your mistress just a few days ago, it’s a surprise she’s willing to approach you so openly. “Listen, I’m sorry for what happened in the sex store. In fact, I’m sorry about a lot of things. How I’ve treated you, how I’ve treated your mistress, generally being a bitch. I can accept I’ve done wrong, and I want to make it up to you, and to $Ash . Is she around?” “I don’t think so.” You cautiously reply, skeptical of $Jen ‘s sudden 180 on her feelings. You’ve never known her as a person to compromise, and she’s normally too confident in herself to go back on her words. “Good, because I have a surprise for her, but I wanted to get your opinion first. Would you come with me? It would mean a lot of you confirmed it would be something she liked. After all, I know how well you know her.” You’re flattered by $Jen ‘s comments. Whenever someone acknowledges you and Mistress $Ash in the same sentence you’re left blushing like a prom queen. That, combined with $Jen expressing a desire to bury the hatchet, means you’d be foolish not to follow her. If you could, you’d shower your goddess with presents every hour. $Jen actually has the money to do that, and for them to be meaningful gifts, too. She leads you outside, to the parking lot of Farrix, which is seldom used at this hour. All the teachers have to work a while longer, so it’s a time of quietude, and would be a thief’s paradise. “So what did you buy mistress?” You’re incredibly excited yourself, as though it were you receiving the gift. “At first I was going to get her some really nice shoes - you know how she loves heels. I’d call it an addiction myself, but then it would be quite disappointing if she already had the pair I got her. Then I was going to buy her some exquisite makeup, but maybe she’d take that as an insult. “I got you some new foundation, make sure to use it!” It seems like I’m calling her ugly, when that’s the last thing I’d want to do.” $Jen laughs. “In the end, I realized the best thing to get her was something one of a kind.” She stops walking, planting her feet beside an unmarked van sporting large sliding doors. “So what did you end up getting?” [img[Images/White Van.jpg]] “The gift of independence. GRAB HER!” Violently, the door behind you opens with a hectic thud, and two arms attempt to grab you beneath your armpits. Simultaneously, $Jen dashes at your legs, attempting to keep them together to prevent you from kicking, or fleeing. <<if $CK[2] is 5>>You might be able to make some chance of running away, but your high heels simply don’t give you the stability to make that plan come into fruition. In this state of adrenaline, you’re liable to stumble and collapse anyway.\ <<else>>$Jen doesn’t capture your legs quickly enough, however, and your flat shoes give you a great opportunity to run for it. Sadly, one of your would-be captors turns your momentum against you. By grabbing the back of your blouse, your second step to safety ends with a crashing plummet to the ground. From there, you’re too busy clutching your back to prevent the kidnapping anymore.<</if>> Once you’re hoisted up and tossed in the van, $Jen and the man who tried to lift you up from behind, both make sure to get in the rear compartment with you, slamming the door behind them just as quickly as it opened in the first place. Then, the vehicle speeds off. [[20-1 KidnapB<-Continue]]

“Hey, $name , wait up!” $Ash ‘s distinct voice cuts through the air to attract your attention. “Listen, I know things are a little awkward right now after you choose that bitch over me, but I want you to know that if you come back to me right now, I’ll only punish you a little. After I get done flogging your butt, you can return to being my sissy as I show you how fun it is to have your holes used by men. So what do you say? Ready to apologize?” Your expressionless face tells her all she needs to know; you’ve made up your mind, and you want to serve your true mistress, $Jen , and the promise of only a light session of corporal punishment isn’t enticing compared to serving your goddess. $Ash isn’t satisfied with that, of course, and so groans in frustration. “Alright, look. I can settle for no punishment, but you have to return to being my sissy right now.” Again, a blank face leads to further irritation on her part. “FINE! I really didn’t want to do this, but you’ve left me no choice. If you swear loyalty to me once more and become my toy, I, $Ash , will give you an orgasm. Not an anal, oral, nipple, vibrator against your cage orgasm, but an actual, “manly”” she cringes at the word “orgasm. Not even $Jen has the power to unlock your cage, does she? And we both know $Gray isn’t going to. So, do you accept?” <<if $Impotent is 1>>Of course, as much as you do yearn for an orgasm like you were so familiar with once, that hope died a couple of days ago. Getting anything resembling an erection is an impossibility thanks to your pill taking and perpetual encagement. Her offer is like offering a bowl gown to a man: it might be nice, but it has no practical purpose. So you’re left almost laughing at $Ash ‘s attempt to sway you to her side. Her feminizing you actually backfired. “I can’t get hard anymore, $Ash , so no deal.” On the one hand, she seems elated at hearing the news. It’s another step in your emasculation and humiliation, which she is always a fan of, but knowing she can’t be there to tease you for it, or insist that your anus is your primary sex organ from now on, crushes her spirits more than the news raised them. She simply stands in front of you, shocked, and unsure how to reply. She never made a contingency plan for this situation, and so doesn’t attempt to persuade you any further. [[12-3f<-Continue][$H to 16]]\ <<else>>[[20-1 Orgasm Yes<-Accept]] [[20-1 Orgasm No<-Decline]]<</if>>

The trunk of the van, if it can be called that, is completely windowless, and bar a couple of flashlights, it’s very hard to see much of anything. Even though your captors are just as weak and susceptible to dark, it’s still 2 against 1, and you’re a very feeble 1 anyway, thanks to your exhausting lunchtime training and general unpreparedness, so it’s more like 2 against 0.8. <<if $JenLevel gt 3>>“$Jen , why are you doing this? If this is because I failed to give you money before, I’m sorry. I’m sure I can get you some cash! How much do you need? I could scrape together something, I could even work in that glory hole some more and get you double what you want! Just please don’t hurt me!”\ <<else>>“$Jen , why are you doing this? If this is about what happened in the glory hole, I’m sorry! Just please don’t hurt me!”<</if>> “It’s not about that, idiot. This is about you choosing $Ash over me.” “So you’re going to torture me just because I picked her over you? Don’t you realize how insane that is?” Even in the dark, you’re sure $Jen is shaking her head. Her disappointment has an aura about it. “We’re not torturing you, dumbass. I’m just going to rehypnotize you to be my sissy slave, not hers.” “You want me to betray Mistress $Ash ?! Can’t you torture me instead?” “Just shut up and hold still.” Your arms are plucked from the air and suddenly, and quite painfully, tied behind your back with rope. No matter how much you beg for the rest of the journey, $Jen ignores you. Evidently, her plan can’t be completed from the van. And even though the ride ends up being quite short, each second is filled with dread. $Jen is going to give you no choice but to turn against your mistress, which is just about the worst feeling you’ve ever experienced. It’s like turning up to school knowing you didn’t do the homework. You’re aware of what the result will be, but your lack of power in the situation gives you so much distress that you’d rather be numb to it all. When the van does come to a halt, based purely on the length of the journey, you’re confident that you’re currently outside of $Jen ‘s house, or maybe in her garage. [[20-1 KidnapC<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

After being shoved out of the car, $Jen prods you into her basement. Though she’s not being gentle, she could certainly be much rougher, which shows that she really meant what she said about only wanting to hypnotize you. The basement is almost as dark as the van was, only you’re no longer getting motion sick. $Jen , however, isn’t close to done, and turns on the light. Based on her innocuous uniform, you’d never have guessed that she was willing to do something this drastic, but knowing her mind, it’s a surprise that it never crossed your mind until now. The gentleman beside her, the one who lifted you into the van, is wearing a ski mask, and curiously enough, $Jen hands him a pair of sound proof headphones, the type you’d wear when operating heavy machinery, and a pair of goggles painted black. After that, she turns on a TV, which, based on how clean it is, was deliberately put in here for this very exercise. [img[Images/Jen Basement.jpg]] “I’ve edited the hypnosis file to be even more potent. Just a couple of minutes of watching it and listening to my words will turn you into my thoughtless husk. $Ash will be left with no sissy to masturbate to, and you will finally find a worthwhile purpose in serving me.” She can’t be lying about how strong the hypnosis is, as she presses play on the file only after leaving the room. Once that happens, the muscular man who strong-armed you here grabs you again, forcing you into position a couple meters in front of the TV. Even shutting your eyes wouldn’t work, since there’s no way to block out the sound. Of course, the goggles and headphones keep him safe. All you can do is wait to become $Jen ‘s slave. [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] //Wait! Maybe there’s a way out of this!// You don’t have much time left until the hypnotic messaging turns you to $Jen ‘s way of thinking. In fact, you can hear yourself wanting to describe her as “mistress”. But this man, while protected against hypnosis, is still vulnerable to you. He can’t see anything! In fact, you could probably get one good kick in his crotch, and that would collapse him to the ground better than any weapon would. From there, you could probably steal the PPE for yourself. [[20-1 Kidnap Kick<-Attack him]] [[20-1 Kidnap Submit<-Stop resisiting…]]

You flip a leg backwards, and based on the feeling, and his sounds, you nailed him right in the gonads. <<if $HeelsE is 1>>In fact, it seemed like it was the stiletto of your heel that drilled into them, so he’ll have a long term reminder that he should start working for other people. <</if>> “Aaugh!” His grip of you releases like a power cord was just pulled, and he crumples over onto the ground, face down ass up, with two hands massaging his damaged members, attempting to nurse them back to health. And before another word of subliminal messaging infects you, steal his headphones and eyewear, securing your mind. But you’re not done yet, as another devious idea comes to you. //Maybe this man can help me escape…// You feel your way to his head, which is surprisingly hard, even with your goggles, and hold him by his hair, forcing his gaze to the TV screen. His balls are still writhing in pain, and so he has no opportunity to prevent his enslavement. “You’re going to help me get out of here.” Your own sultry voice whispers in his ears. “When $Jen returns, you’ll keep her busy and let me escape.” “You’ll be a good boy for me, won’t you?” You're surprised at how effortlessly the seductive words flow from your mouth, like you were an expert at hypnosis. Maybe having $Jen and Mistress $Ash do this to you for most of your recent memory gave you an ingrained knowledge of how to do it to someone else. The rare act of domination from you is almost comical considering your servitude to Mistress $Ash , and you hope she won’t mind you having to do something so bold. All that said, you’ll have no way to know if it was successful until $Jen comes back. If it did fail, then your escape attempt for nothing, and $Jen will simply try again, this time with a goon equipped with a cup. … The goon’s head turns to the doorway, which can only mean it’s $Jen returning. You shake off the protective gear to see the shocked look on her face, which is almost satisfying enough to justify the whole experience for you. “Now!” You scream, ushering the henchman to rush at $Jen , which he does, but with slightly unintended consequences. “$Jen ! You look so pretty today? Is that a new foundation? Or did you do something to your hair?” Whilst she tries to wrestle the man out of her way to stop you, your legs jump up the stairs, fly you out of the house, down the driveway, and onto the main street, where you should be safe from a repeated attempt of kidnapping whilst $Jen is busy explaining what type of conditioner she uses. It’s a mystery how long the goon will remain in his trance. Since you got away, the effect might break instantly, or he might remain like that forever, which would at least be a small improvement on his personality. Your heart rate eventually calms down on the journey home, and the white van doesn’t reappear. Pride of fighting for Mistress $Ash ‘s honor overcomes the fear of what could have happened, and you enter your house, which is somewhat safer, unless $Hannah decides to introduce a new chore of cleaning the roof whilst in your heels. [[20-1 Kidnap Gray<-Continue][$H to 20, $S to $S - 2]]

<<set $JenMistress to 1, $AshMistress to 0>>\ <<set $JenR to $JenR + 1>>\ [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] The spiral is…too strong. The way it curves endlessly, like Mistress $Jen ‘s brilliance, her sexiness, her intellect, is too hypnotic to resist, and why would you want to, anyway? It, and her, are brilliant, and so after watching for just 1 minute, you want to watch for another 3599 minutes. It doesn’t take long at all for your brain to repair itself to the state Mistress $Jen wanted it in, and you’re left with an insatiable desire to do her bidding. The spiral suddenly ceases in a flash, and the door opening prophesizes the return of your goddess herself, Mistress $Jen . “Sissy. Who do you serve?” “You, mistress!” “And who will you help me get revenge on for turning you against me?” “$Ash , mistress!” “Good slave.” She pats you on the head. “In a couple of days, I’ll allow you to serve me and my boyfriend. And at some point down the line, I promise we will get revenge on that bitch.” With her great deed down, Mistress $Jen sends you on your way back home, though you beg to stay and serve her. All along the journey, you’re left incredibly appreciative for having a forgiving mistress like $Jen , who can look past your mistakes, and show you the true way. You don’t deserve to serve someone so kind, but if she wants you to, then who are you to deny a goddess? [[20-1 Kidnap Gray<-Continue][$H to 20, $S to $S - 2]]

[img[Images/Kitchen.jpg]] “There you are.” Miss $Gray comments upon your return home. “I was wondering if I should be worried.” “Why would you be worried?” “I saw a commotion out of my classroom window in the carpark. From where I was sitting, it looked like someone really wanted you. Those sorts of vans don’t come cheap.” //She saw all that, and didn’t bother to do something about it? Only give a snarky comment upon your return?// <<if $JenMistress is 1>>”It was nothing, just my mistress reminding me who I serve.” “Hmm, right.” She curtly responds. “I don’t mind what you get up to in whatever free time you’re afforded, but I don’t want you losing sight of what’s ahead. Mine and your stepsister’s wedding should be your primary priority.” “Of course it is.” //Yeah, right. I’d ditch your wedding just to dust Mistress $Jen ‘s curtains// “Good.”\ <<elseif $AshMistress is 1>>”It was just $Jen , trying to get me to stop serving Mistress $Ash .” “$Jen ? Yes, your mistress had told me she was being an issue. It really is great how you serving the two of us has brought us closer together.” She chuckles to herself. “I had offered to stop $Jen from getting in her way, but she insisted she could handle it alone. I hope that isn’t her hubris getting in the way.” “If my mistress said it was fine, then I believe her!” “I’m sure you do, but I hope she believes that herself. What if you get kidnapped again, for several days this time? We shouldn’t be without our maid for a day, nevermind a few.” “It won’t happen again.” You have no idea if that’s true or not, but it gets her off your back for now, and hopefully Mistress $Ash ‘s , too.<</if>> <<if visited("House 5 Night BM")>>After saying goodbye, you start to wonder. //Did she really know it wasn’t anything to be actually concerned over? After I told her about those emails, it would make sense for her to want me to disappear. To her, that would prevent me from telling $Hannah // There’s too much mystery in your teacher’s motives to say for sure, but at least there’s a comfort in knowing that you can serve your mistress tomorrow, and the day after, and th…\ <<else>>After saying goodbye, you try to forget the hassle of Miss $Gray , and rejoice in knowing you have a mistress to serve tomorrow.<</if>> [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 21]]

“Alright.” Grief rushes over you the moment you utter the deplorable confirmation. It’s like you just signed off on a murder in your obedient eyes. At the very least, you won’t feel that way for long. An orgasm should turn your head to that pleasure, and then you’ll be a puppet for $Ash again. “Good sissy. Maybe you’re not a lost cause afterall. Come with me.” She leads you to the same toilet you’re well familiar with from her lunchtime training. Thankfully, it’s as barren at the end of the day as it is during it. $Ash immediately whips out her phone once she confirms you two are the only ones in the room. “Since I don’t know if I can trust you, I’ll need to hypnotize you first, then I’ll give you an orgasm.” “Wait.” You yell, immediately skeptical. “How am I supposed to know I can trust you?” “Come on, $name . I said I would give you one. Doesn’t my word mean anything?” “And I gave you my word that I would serve you again after an orgasm. Doesn’t that count for something?” “Sissy, if you really want this orgasm, and if you’re willing to betray your great mistress for it, you must, then surely you can accept my conditions. I’m not being unreasonable, I just want some guarantees.” “I don’t know.” At this point, you have no idea if she really can be trusted or not. It is $Jen she wants to hurt, after all, not you. Maybe her word should mean something. Even if she did feminize you, chastise you, give you pills that make you grow boobs, and hypnotize you in the first place, isn’t there some honesty in her? “Sissy, I //promise// I’ll give you an orgasm. I swear.” [[20-1 Orgasm Leave<-Decline]] [[20-1 Orgasm Hypno<-Agree]]

<<set $W20A4 to 1>>\ <<set $AshR to $AshR - 1>>\ Steadfast and unwavering to your devotion to mistress $Jen , you proudly speak up. “No, $Ash . An orgasm isnothing compared to the pleasure I get from serving my queen, and so it doesn’t matter what you offer me. You trained me to be a submissive sissy, and now I am one, just for a better mistress.” The words cut deeper than you ever think they could, and tears instantly stream down her face. Of course, this is $Ash , so you can’t rule out an attempt at emotional manipulation, so you walk away before she changes approach again. You’re pleased with yourself for the loyalty displayed, and that an orgasm didn’t tempt you, and hopefully your mistress would be too. [[12-3f<-Continue][$H to 16, $S to $S - 1]]

<<set $AshR to $AshR + 1>>\ “No, I don’t trust you.” The grief you felt from initially accepting subsides, even if for nefarious reasons. <<if $FViolence is 0>><<set $W20A4 to 1>>”Come, sissy, don’t change your mind now. What would happen if I told your mistress you were willing to betray her?” Emboldened, you answer. “She wouldn’t believe you. She’d just see it as an attempt by you to drive a wedge between us.” Confidently, you exit the toilets, leaving $Ash in the dust. You have faith in your words, too. If $Ash is going to separate you from your mistress, her best shot is luring you back to her, not by making $Jen pissed at you. All that would do is result in a punishment of some sort. [[12-3f<-Continue][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $FViolence is 1>><<set $W20A3 to 1>>“Fine.” She huffs. Not that she’s willing to compromise, of course. Instead, she picks up her handbag, gives it a wide swing, and bashes it against your departing head. You promptly fall to your knees. “$Ash ?” Looking upwards, you see a hunger for blood and a lack of remorse in her eyes. Her heavy handbag rains down shot after shot onto you, striking you in the gut, liver, thighs, arms, and most painfully, your face. By the end, you’re in the fetal position, left begging for mercy but receiving none. $Ash ‘s flurry doesn’t stop until she’s panting from exhaustion, and by that point, you’re both too scared, and in too much pain, to flee. Then, she finishes her task. Violently like a school bully, she pulls you up by the hair, and holds your head in position as she plays a familiar video, and you’re helpless to stop the hypnotic trickery that follows. [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] Some time later, you feel a harsh slap against your cheek, drawing you out from your half asleep, half awake trance. It’s Mistress $Ash , looking at you, visibly pissed like she caught you cheating on her. “Who do you serve?” “I serve you, Mistress $Ash .” “Then kiss my shoe.” You do so lovingly, eager to cheer up your mistress from whatever upset her. The lips on leather session doesn’t end until you’re told to stop. “And who do you promise to never betray me for again?” “$Jen , mistress!” “And how sorry are you for making me damage my handbag?” “Incredibly sorry, mistress!” “That’s better. Now, get to your feet!” You're clutching various parts of your body as you do. “If you ever hurt me like that again, I’ll be loading my bag with bricks, understand?” “Yes mistress!” “Good.” With one final slap, she departs, too pissed to make further use out of you, much to your dismay. //Tomorrow I hope I can serve her again// [[12-3f<-Continue][$AshMistress to 1, $JenMistress to 0, $H to 17]]<</if>>

<<set $W20A3 to 1>>\ <<set $AshR to $AshR + 1>>\ “Okay. I’ll let you hypnotize me.” $Ash smiles, and plays a video on her phone - a very familiar one. As you’re being lulled into a comforting state of brainlessness, entranced by the beautiful spiral and seducing words, another sound gets your attention. It’s still $Ash ‘s voice, but the real one, the one beside you, not one in a video. “Did you actually believe me? Sissies don’t deserve orgasms.” You’re too helpless to protest, and can’t call her the cheater and liar and manipulator that she is. But those desires soon fade anyway, and are replaced by a rightful feeling of submission. [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] When you come to, everything seems right in the world once more. Mistress $Ash helps you to your feet. “There’s my sissy. Tell me, who do you serve?” “I serve you, Mistress $Ash .” “Yes you do. And who don’t you serve? I’m thinking of one name in particular.” “$Jen , mistress.” “That's right, good.” She ruffles your hair as a humiliating sign of appreciation. “Your training will resume tomorrow. Hopefully you can remain loyal this time.” Her spiteful words sting, but they’re certainly deserved. Though you want to do everything you can to make it up to her now, she leaves anyway. But after your betrayal before, you deserve to feel bad. Eventually, you gather courage to depart yourself, once again under the control of your rightful mistress. [[12-3f<-Continue][$AshMistress to 1, $JenMistress to 0, $H to 17]]

<<set $Serve to 0>>\ [img[Images/Satin Diva Ash.jpg]] For a proud sissy like you, any excuse to come to a lingerie shop is worth taking, but you sadly find little time to idly browse with how busy your teacher and step sister keep you. Not even your chore to find Miss $Gray ‘s hosiery can be satisfying half the time; you’re too busy worrying if you can find the exact specification of style to savor the moment. Suffice to say, being here now, with your favorite person in the world, is a timeless treat that you intend on enjoying to the max. “Where to begin?” Your mistress utters, seeing the wealth of options available. Knowing her question is rhetorical, you silently follow her. Eventually, you end up in the hosiery department. “These are nice.” She observes a mannequin showing off a pair of stockings. “I wonder what denier they are.” “My guess would be 8. They’re not sheer enough to be 5, but you can tell they’re not 10.” The analysis comes without any thought. Such observations are in your nature now. “You know your stuff.” “Miss $Gray is very insistent.” <<if visited("4-3 Jen Gray")>>“I can imagine. But living with that woman? I’d go nuts within a week. Say, you do remember what I warned you about, right? All that time ago when we went to that cafe? I told you to steer clear of her, and you’re living with her now. It’s like you don’t appreciate my advice.” She laughs. “Don’t ever trust her. She probably has secret meetings with her bosses nightly.” “I’d be too exhausted from my chores to be woken up by them anyway.”\ <<else>>”Ugh, I can’t imagine living with that woman. I’d go nuts within a week. Still, it must be nice getting rides to school.” You scoff at the suggestion. “I wouldn’t know. She claims it’d be “unprofessional”, as if living with a student wasn’t crossing enough boundaries anyway.”<</if>> “With that woman’s obsessions, just be glad she only makes you buy a specific pair of nylons. She’s liable to do the same with a lipstick color, or type of wine. Oh, and try telling her that nail colors that aren’t red can be nice too.” “I don’t think she’d ever take fashion advice from me. I’ll always be her student.” “Well, there’s far worse people to learn from. As despicable and amorale as she is, she’s at least pretty smart.” “Yet she’s relying on me to sort out so much of the wedding.” $Jen shakes her head. “She could have that done with a wave of the hand. If you ask me, she’s giving you the opportunity to bury your own grave. And if you don’t, then she can take credit for it.” Confused, you politely ask her to elaborate. “Mistress, what do you mean?” “Let’s say you decide to ruin their wedding. Who is the first person she’s going to put the blame on? It’s not her or $Hannah , it’s you. And you’re in no position to protest since you’re so dependent on them. By putting the blame on you, your stepsister is just going to let her take more control in order to reform you. On the other hand, if you do well, and their wedding goes off without a hitch, then she can say it’s because she trained you well.” Your mistress makes an interesting point. From her standpoint, it seems like Miss $Gray has set it up so that only she benefits. <<if $WeddingBlackmail gt 0>>Of course, considering the emails you witnessed on your teacher’s computer, it might not be as simple as that.<</if>> Whatever the case, it's nice to actually talk to someone about this. For obvious reasons, you can’t discuss this with Miss $Gray , and $Hannah passed a point of caring about your feelings a long time ago. Meanwhile, $Ash is far too selfish to listen to you whine. She’d interrupt a breakdown you were having to discuss a sale on shoes. Mistress $Jen doesn’t have to care about you, but the fact that she does, and wants to discuss what’s going on in your life, is just another reason to love her. Throughout your conversation, your mistress finds several articles she likes. “I just can’t decide. You’re a sissy, what do you think?” [img[Images/P - 20-3 White.jpg]] [[20-3 ServeC<-White lingerie][$Serve to 1]] [img[Images/P - 20-3 Black.jpg]] [[20-3 ServeC<-Black latex lingerie][$Serve to 2]] [img[Images/P - 20-3 Pink.jpg]] [[20-3 ServeC<-Pink lingerie][$Serve to 3]] [img[Images/P - 20-3 Leopard.jpg]] [[20-3 ServeC<-Leopard print lingerie][$Serve to 4]]

<<if $Serve is 1>>”Has all this talk of marriage got you thinking all matrimonial?” Mistress laughs. ”White lingerie might be nice, but I don’t want to send my boyfriend packing, you know?” She giggles. “Then why don’t you go f…” “No, you’ve made up your mind.” Her laughter doesn’t end. It seems she enjoys teasing you over faking her disappointment at a poor choice.\ <<elseif $Serve is 2>>”All decked out in some black latex? Now you’re talking my style.” Mistress $Jen smiles at your selection. “Or maybe you’re just picking something Miss $Gray wouldn't allow. This set screams dominance. I doubt your sister-in-law would approve of you owning such a set, would she?”\ <<elseif $Serve is 3>>”Did you forget? We’re supposed to be picking out something for me, not you.” Goddess $Jen sighs. “You might look great in something this pink, but it’s not my style. Damn your subconscious girliness.” She laughs at your blunder, but still agrees to follow your decision.\ <<elseif $Serve is 4>>“I’m your mistress, not a MILF you’d like to fuck.” $Jen almost doubles over laughing. “And I only want one cock tonight, not the whole neighborhood. This set screams “trashy whore!” I’m a little insulted you’d even consider it.” “I’m sor…” “On the other hand, maybe my boyfriend would like to see me in something like this. It really makes it clear what I want, and feeling that desired might make him even hornier.”<</if>> You follow her to the checkout, and she thinks nothing of the price. If you had her money, you’d probably buy the whole place out, shelves too. Sadly, Miss $Gray and $Hannah don’t seem to think their live-in maid should have a minimum wage when she does her chores, and going on strike simply isn’t an option. It’s not that they’d hire a replacement, so much as they might make you wear an electric collar that shocks you for thinking of something not related to the cleaning, or preservation of cleanliness, of their house. “I don't know why I’m getting so impatient, but I can’t wait to slip into this lingerie and feel my boyfriend’s cock plunge inside me. Can you relate to that at all? I know sex is so different for you.” She glances at your clothed, caged, and contained clitty. “But sometimes I just don’t care about going to Farrix, doing homework, cooking, socializing, I just want cock.” Given how sexual your days are forced to be, it’s hard to offer a different opinion. If anything, your chastity cage only amplifies those desires. After your adventure in the mall, Mistress $Jen leads you back to her home. [[20-3 ServeD<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

[img[Images/Jen house.jpg]] <<if visited("19-3 Jen")>>Mistress $Jen ‘s house is exactly how it was a week ago. She doesn’t seem to have had any further security measures installed, despite the burglary. Maybe that speaks to how busy she’s been, or maybe she doesn’t expect $Ash to be so bold with yet another attempt to sabotage your service to her.\ <<else>>Mistress $Jen ‘s house is exactly as you remember it from the last time you visited. In fact, your training as a maid fills you with a strange desire to equip your uniform and commence an intense few hours of cleaning. Your goddess’ time is certainly far too valuable to be spent dusting, but the house is so big that some rooms must need a touch up.<</if>> No sooner than the front door closes does Mistress $Jen shed her skirt, blouse and heels, leaving herself standing there in some already sultry lingerie. Her willingness to strip in front of you could almost be seen as her undressing for you, not her boyfriend. Of course, that’s a ridiculous idea, but Mistress $Jen clearly doesn’t see you as any competition to her lover. The closest thing you can equate yourself to is the old archetype of the gay best friend. Your sexuality simply makes you incompatible with your mistress, so she has the same lackadaisical attitude towards doing such things in front of you as she does pouring milk into her cereal. And despite a deep rooted understanding of your belittled position and role, it still leaves you feeling emasculated. Of course, she can’t wear the new set over the old, so she gets entirely naked in front of you, causing those feelings to double down. [img[Images/P - 20-3 Naked.jpg]] Only an impressive amount of resolve allows you to appear indifferent to the scene. You //know// her body isn’t for you; you don’t deserve to see it undressed, dressed, or even to imagine it in any state, but there’s a tiny flickering light of your manhood inside of you that struggles to contain its excitement at seeing a naked woman. Thankfully, it’s easier to control yourself when she dons the new lingerie, which only seems to make her perfection even greater. <<if $Serve is 1>>[img[Images/P - 20-3 White.jpg]]\ <<elseif $Serve is 2>>[img[Images/P - 20-3 Black.jpg]]\ <<elseif $Serve is 3>>[img[Images/P - 20-3 Pink.jpg]]\ <<elseif $Serve is 4>>[img[Images/P - 20-3 Leopard.jpg]]<</if>> “When will your boyfriend be here?” You ask, with a quivering mouth. “He already is.” She answers in a tone that would be understandable as lustful by someone who doesn’t even speak the language. She’s so turned on that she doesn’t care to explain that he’s actually been here for the past hour, waiting for her arrival. There’s no more preparation that needs to be done, so she commands you to follow her to the bedroom. [[20-3 ServeE<-Continue]]

“Honey, I’m re…” Mistress $Jen freezes in the doorway to the bedroom, struck dumb by whatever sight is in front of her. It’s only by standing on your tip toes and peaking over her shoulders that you understand what could have derailed her train of thought so massively. Her boyfriend is in bed, but the scene goes wrong thanks to the presence of another person - a woman - riding him. [img[Images/P - 20-3 Sex.jpg]] “$Jen ! This isn’t what it looks like!” Your mistress’ boyfriend exclaims, a lie which couldn’t be believed by the most loyal of wives. The woman, still riding him, rotates her neck so that she can see the commotion, or maybe so that Mistress $Jen can see who it is. It takes you a moment to recognize who it is thanks to the unique makeup and hair styling, but there’s no denying it. It’s… “$Ash !” “$Ash ?” “$Ash ?!” Your former mistress jumps off the panicking man. She’s almost entirely naked, which is just as strange as when Mistress $Jen was, only there’s no time for analysis now. The unfaithful man tries to bring about a peaceful solution, whilst saving his own skin. “I didn’t know it was her.” He fails at doing both. “I’ll kill you!” Mistress $Jen would make a quarterback humble with the way she barges towards $Ash , tackling her to the ground. With just a set of lingerie between them, they roll around on the floor, pulling at each other’s hair, scratching their faces, screaming at one another from a fist’s length away. The sight might warrant a wank from some men, but the only one in the room is too busy dressing himself. On the topic of clothes, $Ash ‘s lack of them seems to be a bizarre advantage, as it’s harder for your mistress to get a good grip on her opponent. Furthermore, her sweaty body, thanks to the sex, gives her a lubricant that can’t be grappled with competently. Mistress $Jen ‘s stockings, meanwhile, are already laddered, torn, and shredded beyond any level of decency for even the sluttiest of whores. Throughout their tumble, they flip each other on the floor, attempt to smooth the other in bed sheets, get thrown into a bedside table, smashing the lamp, bump into the bedroom door, breaking off one of the hinges, and almost wrestle in a ball shape down the stairs. The first phase of their fight culminates with them in the foyer, where their tussle shows zero signs of stopping, or even slowing down. Naturally, you and $Jen ‘s boyfriend follow them, not daring to intervene. It’s not like your mistress asked for your help, and given how bloodthirsty she is, she probably wants $Ash all to herself. Her boyfriend’s excuse? Well, men shouldn’t hit women, though who knows where sissies stand in that conventional logic. The brawl ends unexpectedly, though given that it is your mistress who lives in this house, it makes sense how she is able to land a knockout blow. As $Ash rushes in following a small second of separation, Mistress $Jen takes a vase off a side table, and crushes into $Ash ‘s head. For a moment, you think the cracking sound is her head. Your mistress stands over the pained body of $Ash , like she was the star of an 80’s action movie. It takes her a moment to decide what to do, but the intruder isn’t moving nearly quick enough to get away. Eventually, Mistress $Jen whips her hair out of face, kneels down, and makes sure $Ash is facing upwards. <<if $FPiss is 1>>Her panties are already torn anyway, so your goddess doesn't need to remove them for what comes next. Whilst $Ash might have been oiled up with sweat from sex, mistress has another liquid in mind to cover the homewrecker with. It doesn’t take long for a golden stream to appear between your goddess’ legs, and it quickly soaks $Ash ‘s face, getting in her hair, eyes, nose and mouth, but she’s far too weak to stop it or escape. It’s certainly a no stranger sight than the fight that preceded the golden shower, but the power and anger Mistress $Jen exudes in this moment is indescribable. Doubtlessly Mistress $Jen hoped she had a more filled bladder, but she’s still satisfied once her pissing is complete.\ <<else>>“This is for my sister, you piece of shit.” Holding $Ash ‘s face still with a clenched hand, Mistress $Jen drools a droopy drop of spit onto her victim’s face. “And this is for trying to take my sissy away.” A second, much more emphatic ball of saliva shoots at $Ash ‘s face. If she were conscious enough to comprehend her surroundings, you don’t doubt she would be disgusted, but this display is more for your mistress’ sake anyway.<</if>> Nervously edging up to her, you attempt to get your mistress’ attention. “Are you okay?” Parts of her hair are torn out, bruises line her face like mortar strikes on grass, and both her nostrils have small droplets of blood leaking from them. “I’m not done.” [[20-3 ServeF<-Continue]]

“What do you mean, “you’re not done”?” With a lingering livid aura about her, you don’t attempt to stop her, or even ask any further when she doesn’t answer. Instead, she searches her bag, and retrieves her phone. “There’s only one way this ends, $name .” She returns to $Ash ‘s writhing body, and you’re still not sure what she intends on doing. But connecting the dots of $Ash being naked, and Mistress $Jen having access to a camera, one specific form of public humiliation comes to mind. “You’re going to share her nudes online? Mistress, I understand you’re mad, but there’s no going back from that. She’ll be mortified, and make it her life mission to ruin yours. There has to be another way!” “I wasn’t thinking that.” “Then what?” [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] Mistress $Jen loads up a familiar spiral on her phone, one which has entranced you several times. “I’ll make her my slave too.” “That’s…so…” You can’t fathom it, and so don’t finish your sentence. //Both me and $Ash would serve Mistress $Jen as her dutiful slaves? That seems so…right. After all $Ash has done, it’s deserved. But should I share the honor of serving Mistress $Jen with someone else?// //What am I talking about? If mistress wants it to happen, then it should happen!// //But could $Ash ever be kept under someone’s thumb? She spat in the face of Miss $Gray when she stole your chastity key, is that kind of defiance to authority and willingness to rebel tameable?// Your internal dialogue continues whilst your mistress clicks play on the file, and forces it against $Ash ‘s face. Seeing the spiral and hearing the hypnotic words, however, is the first thing to get a physical reaction since her head met the vase. She kicks your mistress off her body, and frantically scrambles away out the front door. Your goddess does try to pursue her, but she simply can’t keep up. $Ash 's desire to not be hypnotized must be stronger than Mistress’ $Jen ‘s desire to hypnotize her. “Cheer up babe.” Mistress’ $Jen ‘s boyfriend tries to comfort her. “At least that’s an awkward walk home, all naked, you know?” He puts an arm around her, and your queen all wants to go for a second round, this time with him. “Get your cheating hands off me.” “Babe, don’t be like that! I swear, I had no idea it was her. Do you really think I would have slept with her if I did? You saw what her hair and face were like; how was I supposed to recognize her?” “So you wouldn’t be able to recognize me either if I straightened my hair and used a different shade of lipstick?” “Yes!” Mistress $Jen ‘s reaction is the first sign he picks up on that that wasn’t the right answer. “I mean no, of course not!” “Just shut up and leave. I can’t deal with you right now.” He attempts to protest more, but relents upon seeing its ineffectiveness, soon after leaving through the open front door. Your mistress still seems in the mood for punching her anger away, which might not bode well for you, but also appears just as likely to break down in tears. Such a visceral display of grief would fill you with guilt, as if you were responsible for what happened here. In an attempt to comfort her, you place a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?” “Okay?” She brushes her hair out her beautiful eyes, and checks her gorgeous face for any blood. “I feel great!” “But aren’t you hurt? You’re so bruised, not to mention your boyfriend betraying you like that.” “$name , I’ve been wanting to get revenge on that bitch for a loooong time. How could I not help but feel incredible? I thought we were done with each other, until you came into my life. Roughing her up like that is worth more than any vase or table; I don’t mind having to replace them.” “What about your boyfriend?” Mistress shrugs her shoulders. “Eh, I just love him for his cock, and I’ll want it again in a few days. This way he’ll be an extra great lover as an apology.” “You mean you’re not upset at all?” “The only thing I’m “upset” about is that $Ash got away. She can only try to ruin my life so many times before I make her regret it, for good. Next time, there won’t be another “next time.”” You offer to help Mistress $Jen clean up the mess, but she insists on doing it herself. After your apparent dismissal, you leave. On the journey home, you think more on what it would be like to have $Ash also serving your mistress alongside you. Would there be a hierarchy of her slaves? Would $Ash have to follow your orders as the more experienced servant? Is her being hypnotized at all even possible? [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 20, $S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]

Much to your surprise, there is a strip club open at 5pm on a weekday. But of course, you forgot the three guarantees in life: death, taxes, and horny men. A quick inspection by the security guard allows you entry (though he was certainly handsier than he needed to be). After that, you enter a strip club for the first time, taking a strange amount of pride in the fact that you’re not doing so thanks to your own idea. The inside is…remarkable. [img[Images/P - Strip club.jpg]] A large catwalk pierces the middle of the venue, with poles from ceiling to podium, half of them being circled by very attractive women in very little clothing. <<if $Home is 2>>If there was anyone whose beauty could rival your mistress’, you’d wager good money on them working here.<<else>>By comparison, your feminine appearance hardly holds a candle.<</if>> There’s not a single window in the place, meaning some men could spend days here, while believing it to only be a few hours. Though strobe lights allow people to see the stunning performers, the place is otherwise quite dim. X-rated pop music is the dominant sound over muffled conversations, mainly of customers complimenting the dancers, and those dancers thanking them, occasionally persuading them for a few more dollars. <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash continues forward, taking you to a door which presumably leads to the club’s prep room. Another security guard, this one a little more laid back, stops you from entering. “This is my friend, $name . She wanted to take part in the open pole night.” He looks you up and down, though who knows what criteria he’s trying to evaluate you on. Your face gets just as much attention as your legs do, and he even spends concerningly long inspecting your feet, though with at least an attempt to be subtle about it. “You’ll do.” He curtly replies. “You got an outfit? We don’t do handouts.” “Right here.” $Ash removes a small bag from her purse, throwing it at your chest for you to catch. “We’ve only got one rule for performers: no contact with the customers. If they want to get more physical, they can book a private booth. Everything else should be self explanatory.” The man opens the door for you, though not for <<if $Home is 2>>your mistress.<<else>>$Ash .<</if>> “You’ll do great, sissy! I’ll be right against the catwalk, cheering you on!” [[20-3 StripC<-Continue]]

The high octane area you leave is replaced by the much calmer backstage section of the club. It’s actually well lit by lights that wouldn’t give someone an epileptic seizure, and the performers, rather than biting their lips, and making other salacious parasocial gestures, are sitting on couches, giggling over topics unrelated to their inherently sexy occupation. Other girls are sitting at the vanities lining the back wall, applying and checking their makeup. Several drug stores’ worth of lipstick and other cosmetics are scattered on the tables, as well as a multitude of wigs, spread across the spectrum of obvious to entirely passable. “Hey! New girl!” A woman’s voice calls out to you. A nod of her head encourages you over to her and her friends. “You’re doing the open pole night?” A nod of your own head serves as a confirmation. “Yep.” “I’m surprised they’ve actually had some people turn up. It’s such a silly gimmick.” “Yeah, remember the disaster show that happened last time?” The girls break out in a hearty laugh. “I kept telling Dave to check the front pole, and he never paid me any attention. Of course, it just so happened to fall when a complete newbie was spinning on it.” She explains to you. “Oh.” Her words aren’t exactly encouraging. Worries about the poles’ integrity only add to your nerves, though being around women who so nonchalantly joke about it actually helps somewhat. “You’re not here with any friends? Most gals tend to come as a pair to these types of things.” <<if $Home is 1>>“My…friend is in the main room. She didn’t feel up to dancing herself.” “The nerves do get to some people, but at least she’s still here, encouraging you.”\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>”My mistress is in the main room; it was her idea for me to do this in the first place.” “Oh, it’s one of //those// kinds of relationships.” The girls laugh. “Well, as long as you want to be here too, right?” She looks at you like the answer is an automatic yes. She, like so many others since you started serving your mistress, overestimate your autonomy.<</if>> “What are you waiting for hun?” Another girl asks, noting the bag in your hands. “You gotta get dressed before you go on stage.” “I don’t know, I think the uniform would be quite the hit. It’s certainly short enough.” “Nonsense! I promise, you’ll feel, and do, a lot better if you feel like this is something totally different from your daily life. This uniform is just going to keep you in the mindset of a student; you need to start thinking like a dancer.” She practically demands you strip in front of them, and replace your outfit with the one <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash packed for you. [[20-3 StripD<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $UniformUn to 1, $ShoesUn to 1, $HosieryUn to 1, $UnderwearUn to 1, $BraUn to 1]]

<<set $Thong1 to 1, $CL[1] to 31>>\ <<set $Bra3 to 1, $CL[0] to 3>>\ <<set $Stockings5 to 1, $CL[2] to 45>>\ <<set $Shoes6 to 1, $CK[2] to 6>>\ <<set $ConcealerA to 1, $FoundationA to 1, $BlushB to 1, $LipstickB to 1, $EyelinerA to 1, $EyeshadowA to 1>>\ \ “Now THAT is what you dance in for your first time.” The girls look you up and down, almost as intently as the security guard did, only they’re much more encouraging. “Fishnets are always a classic.” “Those are some big ass shoes, though, I hope you can walk in them. Oh, but if you can’t, dance down on your knees a lot. Small insider trick for you.” <<if $Pills lt 13>>”Good choice in a bra, too. Smaller tits like yours are enhanced by a bra like that.”<<else>>“I would have gone for a smaller bra myself, those are some massive honkers on you, I’d display them more proudly.”<</if>> <<if $TattooAss is 1>> They also pay extra attention to the tattoo decorating your callipygian form. “That will definitely be a hit with the men.”\ <<elseif $TattooWomb is 1>>“Sweet tattoo.” One of them remarks, taking a closer look at your womb tattoo.<</if>>\ “Hmm, but you could definitely use a touch up, let me!” The most eager of the bunch dances over to a vanity table, reappearing with arms struggling to hold the mass of makeup she returns holding. The other girls join in. In impressive unison comparable to a pit stop, they come at you with a wealth of powders, sprays, and colors. [img[Images/Apply makeup.jpg]] By the end of the most feminine of makeovers, you’re left looking like a new woman. Every part of your body feels on fire with beauty. Any wart, blemish, mark or bruise has disappeared from your face, leaving no suggestion of imperfection. A mystical purple eyeshadow highlights your eyes, as does the heavy eyeliner marking your pupils from above and below. A deep rogue paints your cheeks like you were found with visible panty lines, and a delicate, yet sultry, shade of pink coats your lips. Combined with the unique apparel, the sight left looking back at you in the mirror feels alien, like you were having an out of body experience. //Am I really that beautiful?// The moment isnot only a highlight thanks to how it leaves you with the impression you should be a model, but for the company, too. <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash has always been so insistent on your feminization, and Miss $Gray is even worse, using her authoritative position to cajole you into femininity before you could even recognize what she was up to. These women, however, make you feel like you’re at a sleepover with other girls. You’re not a “sissy” to them, you’re a fellow woman. It’s such a wholesome moment of sisterhood that it almost brings tears to your eyes, though you thankfully stifle it before your flawless makeup gets ruined.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Miss $Gray was always so cruel with how she’d punish you for not being feminine, and with Mistress $Ash , there’s always a standard to live up to, a fear of disappointing her. With these women, however, it feels like you’re friends at a sleepover, despite the fact you’re only acquaintances as of 10 minutes ago. To them, you’re not a “sissy”, you’re a fellow woman. It’s such a wholesome moment of sisterhood that it almost brings tears to your eyes, though you thankfully stifle it before your flawless makeup gets ruined.<</if>> A shaking removes you from your distracted and contemplative state. “Didn’t you just hear? They want you to go up. Now’s your chance to shine!” “I know you’ll kill it!” They usher you through the curtain, where you teeter out in your heels, to face the lights and horny men. [[20-3 StripE<-Continue]]

<<set $Thong1 to 1, $CL[1] to 31>>\ <<set $Bra3 to 1, $CL[0] to 3>>\ <<set $Stockings5 to 1, $CL[2] to 45>>\ <<set $Shoes6 to 1, $CK[2] to 6>>\ <<set $ConcealerA to 1, $FoundationA to 1, $BlushB to 1, $LipstickB to 1, $EyelinerA to 1, $EyeshadowA to 1>>\ Your senses get immediately disoriented thanks to the lights, music, and even heat of the main room, but you out prance regardless, navigating your way to an empty pole. From there, you mimic the other dancers as best you can, not using the pole yet, only your body. It’s impossible to know how you’re doing, but the men staring at you lustfully must be a good sign. <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash is the first to throw money in your direction. A bundle of several singles slowly falls at your feet, which you suggestively get on your knees to collect, stashing it in the limited space offered by your thong. “I knew you’d be great. You might be a pathetic sissy, but you have some use if you’re showing off for me.” <<if $Home is 1>>Her words sting after positivity you experienced backstage. So quickly does $Ash have to remind you of your sissyness.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Though you did enjoy the positive encouragement backstage, that’s trumped by the truth of whatever your mistress utters. If she thinks you’re pathetic, that’s the truth, with no exceptions.<</if>> After that, you turn your attention to a very keen man leaning against the stage, with his own collection of notes. He’s barely level with your shins, thanks to the stage and your heels, so you have to lower your body to get close to him. [img[Images/P - Strip 1.jpg]] “I’ve seen every girl in this club a hundred times, and you’re twice as sexy as the 2nd hottest one here.” “Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?” The boldly spoken reply leaves your mouth before you can consider it. The man smiles, perhaps also shocked at your confidence, and tosses several notes at your feet. “Thank you.” Whilst trying to retain an air of sexyness, you pick them up, sliding them in your underwear. “How about I slide some in those pretty panties of yours for you?” His offer, while generous, based on the 50$ note he’s holding, would break the rules you were warned of. But is anyone paying enough attention to object? [[20-3 Strip Agree<-Agree][$I to $I + 70]] [[20-3 Strip Decline<-Decline][$I to $I + 20]]

Edging closer to the end of the stage, you allow the man free movement to slide the cash into your thong. While he’s there, however, he gets a feel of something else. Something in your panties, something he probably wasn’t expecting. “You have a uh…um a c…oh, I um…” He trepidly backs up, until you lose him in the darkness. Presumably he’s turned off by your clitty, but it should be fine, as long as he doesn’t feel the need to advertise his finding to the rest of the club, and you’re an extra 50$ richer anyway. In the face of such easy money, it’s hard to care about a single person’s opinion of you. There’s no one else by the stage to interact with, so you nervously approach the pole next to you. Doing the movements that the pros do is a sure way to end your night with a trip to the hospital, but you can always keep your feet on the ground whilst using it as an accompanying piece. [img[Images/P - Strip 2.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Strip 3.jpg]] You wrap your body around the pole, use it as a support whilst you lean to expose your rear more, squat next to it, mime doing unspeakable acts to it. After an exhausting and ambiguous amount of time, one of the fellow performers struts over to you, whispering in your ear. “You should take a break; you’ll collapse soon.” You follow the expert’s advice, and exit the stage following your extemporaneous performance. Before you even get a chance to regroup with the girls, one of the staff interrupts you. “There’s a man set up in a private booth. He’s willing to pay a lot for half an hour of alone time.” Behind the man, you can see your new friends egging you on, one of them smiling wide with an up facing thumb. With that kind of positive reinforcement, it’s impossible to say no. “Sure!” The staff smiles, leading you to the booth. <<if $Home is 2>>[[20-3 Strip Jen<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<else>>[[20-3 Strip Old<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]<</if>>

“If you’ve been here enough to know I’m the prettiest dancer, then you would also know that physical contact is against the rules.” “But aren’t the funnest things in life those that you’re not supposed to do?” “Sometimes, but sometimes doing what you’re told is also fun.” You grin at your own words, and he can’t help but smile too. “Shame.” He puts the cash back in his wallet, returning to his table. There’s no one else by the stage to interact with, so you nervously approach the pole next to you. Doing the movements that the pros do is a sure way to end your night with a trip to the hospital, but you can always keep your feet on the ground whilst using it as an accompanying piece. [img[Images/P - Strip 2.jpg]] [img[Images/P - Strip 3.jpg]] You wrap your body around the pole, use it as a support whilst you lean to expose your rear more, squat next to it, mime doing unspeakable acts to it. After an exhausting and ambiguous amount of time, one of the fellow performers struts over to you, whispering in your ear. “You should take a break; you’ll collapse soon.” You follow the expert’s advice, and exit the stage following your extemporaneous performance. Before you even get a chance to regroup with the girls, one of the staff interrupts you. “There’s a man set up in a private booth. He’s willing to pay a lot for half an hour of alone time.” Behind the man, you can see your new friends egging you on, one of them smiling wide with an up facing thumb. With that kind of positive reinforcement, it’s impossible to say no. “Sure!” The staff smiles, leading you to the booth. <<if $Home is 2>>[[20-3 Strip Jen<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<else>>[[20-3 Strip New<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]<</if>>

The gentleman sat in the booth is donning a cap, which makes it particularly hard to make out the details of their face, and the rest of their clothes is very non distinct, featuring a pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt. “Hi there!” You slide down onto the bench next to him, and lean even closer. Gently, you place a hand on his upper thigh, suggesting your willingness to give him some 3rd base action. Still, however, he barely reacts. It’s only after a minute of awkward quietude, with you trying to encourage him out of his shell, and him being despondent, that he finally speaks up. “Hi, sissy.” His head shoots upwards, and you recognize the face. It’s not a man, but someone you’re becoming all too familiar with. “What are you doing working in a dirty place like this, selling your body? You’d be much better off serving me.” $Jen comments. “Stop trying to steal me away from my mistress.” “I will, if you commit to serving me instead.” “That’s not happening!” You yell, but the noise from the main room is too great to allow your words to be heard by anyone but $Jen . “Then I’ll just have to keep sabotaging her sissification of you.” From one of her deep, manly jean pockets, she pulls out a small black device. By the time you can recognize it as a taser, it’s far too late. The sparky side connects with your abdomen, and you collapse in the booth, unable to move. It’s a unique kind of pain that leaves you temporarily paralyzed, allowing $Jen to enact the next stage of her plan. With slick hands, she takes out a wallet, removes all the notes, and places them in your open hand. You can’t even curl your fingers, so there’s no chance to grab the money and throw it back, nor can you ask what she’s plotting next. Then, she pulls out 2 other items from her pocket. The first, a blindfold, is wrapped around her own head, restricting her vision. The second is another device you might expect from law enforcement, but unlike the taser, she doesn’t use the handcuffs on you, but on herself. Her wrists are cuffed behind her back, making it seem like the customer’s kinky request was to be tied up. From your catatonic state, you can only watch as $Jen screams out the booth. “Security! Your dancer just tried to rob me!” She comes back with one of the guards, the one who let you backstage. “I didn’t know you let these kinds of criminals work here!” “What exactly happened?” He asks, trying to figure out why you’re lying on the ground, completely helpless, and yet she’s the one cuffed and blindfolded. “Before my handjob, I asked her to blindfold and handcuff me. Well, I wouldn’t have if I knew she was going to use that opportunity to steal from me!” After getting the guard’s help to unlock the cuffs, she points to the money barely under your hand. “Look! The whore was out for all of my money.” “Right, and so how come she’s now lying there like a sleeping baby?” He asks, accusatorily. $Jen has to think on the spot, evidently not having thought this part through. “Even without my hands, I can nail someone’s pressure points.” She flexes her muscles in an effort to make the story more believable. The guard is left shaking his head. “Well, I’m sorry about that, sir. This is one of the open pole girls. I had a bad feeling about her from the moment I first saw her.” He retrieves the cash from your framed hands, brushing up against you as he does. “Here’s your money back. I hope this doesn’t deter you from coming back here again.” “Well it might! I expect that I never have to see //her// back here for a start!” “Of course.” He effortlessly, though unexpectedly gently, picks you up onto his shoulders, and escorts your corpse out. Dressed in your stripper wear, he plants you on the pavement, before returning to his post. [[20-3 Strip JenB<-Continue][$S to $S + 2]]

<<set $Var3 to 0>>\ “You were so sexy up there.” The gentleman compliments the moment you enter the booth. “I mean, I’ve seen some dancers, but you had an incredible charm about you that I’ve never seen before. It’s like you still had a nervousness about this place that the other girls didn’t. It was strangely attractive.” “Thank you.” Taking a seat next to him, he wastes no time in sliding up right next to you, barely giving you enough room to move your hand. “I hope it’s not against the rules, but I really wanted you to suck my dick.” He blurts out, but with seemingly no shame. “I did pay a fair bit to spend some time with you.” “It’s not against the rules.” You answer, though the act of unbuckling his pants, exposing his raging penis, would suffice to answer the question. Even if you didn’t want to blow him, which you’re not sure about anymore, it is a chance to take a break from the heat of the stage, and all the perving eyes lustfully dreaming of what to do with you. Plus, taking a seat removes the pressure from your feet, which were certainly pushed to the limits thanks to your unforgiving boots. Furthermore, it’s a chance to do something without $Ash glaring at you the entire time. While you are used to it, it could certainly be a more comfortable experience. These are all thoughts that go through your head as you go down on the man. Dicks, silicone or skin, are a daily part of your life. Though not mundane, having one in your mouth is no longer uncommon. You’re used to the warmth it exudes, the way it rubs against the top of your delicate mouth, how important it is to make sure no teeth touch it. It was a tricky act to master, but $Ash didn't give you much choice. At least you have a choice in where the man cums, as it doesn’t take long for him to moan indicatively, foretelling of an approaching orgasm. [[20-3 Strip New B<-Let him finish in your mouth][$Var3 to 1]] [[20-3 Strip New B<-Jerk him onto your face][$Var3 to 2]]

While it’s not the last face you expected to see, it’s certainly not the first. You expected the man who felt your clitty to be disgusted by his revelation, but here he is, in a private booth, offering you, and the club a hefty amount of money in exchange for your time. If he was turned off, he has a peculiar way of showing it. “Hi, again.” “Hey.” You slide down in the booth next to him, and it’s just the two of you, secluded. “I know it’s against the rules to touch the dancers, but I just couldn’t help myself. And if I didn’t, I wouldn’t know about your…penis. But don’t think I’m deterred. In fact, I much prefer what you have.” His hand plants itself on your exposed thigh, sliding its way up your naked skin until it's stroking your pantied clitty. “And one in a cage at that. I’m a lucky man.” He’s practically doing your job for you by being the initiator of action. His lips latch onto your neck, and he kisses you up and down, getting close to your breasts, and then close to your lips. Every second of it feels heavenly. The way his tongue tickles you, the way his hand tickles your clit, it’s clear he’s experienced at making love to sissies. Despite him paying you, you’re the one who’s moaning. Moaning for him to kiss you on the lips, to be more aggressive in his hand movements…to make you bend over and stick his cock in your pussy. You’ve been conditioned by $Ash to give pleasure, but for maybe the first time in your life, you’ve found someone who wants to give you pleasure. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He punctuates his movement with praise. “I want to take you shopping, and buy you all the dresses you want. I want to buy you the prettiest shoes, the most expensive perfume, pearls and gems, rings and necklaces. I want to give you the world.” He pulls away. “And I want to give you the greatest orgasm of your life.” You longingly look into his eyes, and no more words need be spoken. You pull off your panties, exposing your caged wonder, and he fondles it obsessively. It’s clear he’s ready for the next step, and so you spin around, eager for what’s about to come like it were a sequel to your favorite thing, only this is the first time you’ll experience his cock, and nothing else will ever come close. <<if $ButtPlug is 1>>He lovingly pops out your butt plug, putting gently beside you afterwards. Even the sensation of it leaving your body is elevated thanks to it being his doing.<</if>> He effortlessly slides inside you, and at the first thrust, your eyes roll into the back of your head. Dick has never been this good. That single thrust would be enough for you. Not to cum, but you don’t need that. It’s enough to have lived this moment, with this enigmatic man, and his expertly applied cock. True to his words, though, he wants to make you orgasm. He wants to give you the ultimate form of pleasure. The second thrust, the third, the fourth, they all blend together. The noise still audible from the club blurs to the background. You lose any sense of time, pain, discomfort, and soon feel invincible. The absolute form of pleasure goes on, and on, and on... [[20-3 Strip Oldb<-and on, and on...]]

[img[Images/Strip Club Ex.jpg]] A gloating $Jen trots in front of you shortly after your exile from the strip club. “Aww, poor little slut. Your mistress will be so disappointed to see you were kicked out. If you were serving me instead, I’d never be disappointed in you; I’m actually a really nice woman to serve. But now that you’re on my naughty side, I’ll just have to punish you. And hey! Since you’re all helpless and star struck right now, how about I hypnotize you back into your rightful place - as my slave!” $Jen is about to load up the familiar pink spiral, but the thankful appearance of your mistress interrupts her conniving. “Sissy, why wer…$Jen ? Get away from her!” Your mistress tackles the trickster to the ground, where wild fists and feet are thrown at one another with a mix of flailing accuracy and precise shots. Thankfully for your mistress, $Jen ‘s lies about being a proficient martial artist were just that. “Sissy! I order you to help me!” Your goddess’ words help spur your body to life. Though you have limited strength, you’ll serve your mistress as best you can, regardless of your physical state. Before you can try to grapple $Jen away from Mistress $Ash , however, she gets the advantage. Thanks to your would-be mistress’ masculine, flat shoes, she manages to send your queen, in her beautiful high heels, teetering backwards. As she attempts to regain her balance, $Jen whips out her weapon of choice once more, and lunges at your mistress with the taser. [[20-3 Strip Jen at Jen<-Throw yourself at her]] [[20-3 Strip Jen at taser<-Throw yourself in front of the taser]]

<<set $JenR to $JenR - 1>>\ $Jen is completely unaware that you’re up so soon, and so it’s the perfect opportunity to blindside her. But your body is in no state for anything graceful, so your tackling of her is more like you collapsing onto her. “Ahh! Get off me, sissy!” Not only do you not have the energy to, but $Jen is actually a more comfortable pillow than the floor, so it’s a preferable place to recover. Your mistress approves, and kicks away at the trapped $Jen , clipping you with a few stray kicks which she has no intention of apologizing for, and nor should she. “Keep her there, I have a plan.” Mistress $Ash proudly boasts, retrieving her phone, and loading up a familiar looking spiral. Her intention to use hypnosis is baffling at first, and though you initially chalk up your failure to understand it as a symptom of your recent tasing, it soon becomes clear when Mistress $Ash holds up her phone to $Jen ‘s face. //She’s trying to hypnotize $Jen ?// The prospect of such a thing blows your mind. Of course, your mistress is prone to having the most brilliant of ideas, but she’s outdone herself this time. Is it even possible for $Jen to serve Mistress $Ash too? She couldn’t be a sissy, but maybe your mistress would have some use for her. It’s certainly an intriguing proposition, and it would end this war of theirs. [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] Before much of the hypnotic conditioning can take effect, however, $Jen manages to roll free of your collapsed weight, and she doesn’t hang around to watch the rest. “Screw you, Mistress $Ash .” She almost vomits at hearing what she just said. “I mean, $Ash !” She retreats, defeated, for now. “You don’t want to go after her, mistress?” Your goddess shakes her head. “No. We gave her a good fright, that’s enough for today.” “But she’ll try something like this again, won’t she?” “I’m counting on it.” She smiles, gleefully prepared for whatever attempt at sabotage $Jen wills up next. “You make a decent paper weight, but I’d prefer to see you on the end of a nice cock.” Mistress $Ash laughs. “I wish I could have held her down longer for you.” “You were busy on dream street, thinking of how you could serve me, even in your sleep state. You did good, sissy.” She helps walk you back home. “I’m sorry she keeps ruining our plans, mistress. I just want to please you, but she isn’t letting me.” “I know you do, sissy. But don’t worry. There’s only one way this can end, and it’s with her at my feet, just like you. Still, you were a great dancer!” In the commotion, you’d completely forget what you were wearing. The slutty lingerie and high high boots certainly attracted eyes on the journey home, but you just thought it was because of the scratches and bruises your mistress sustained. At the very least, it’s a testament to how second nature such clothing is to you. [img[Images/P - Strip Home.jpg]] [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 22, $S to $S + 1]]

<<set $AshR to $AshR + 1>>\ Seeing your mistress in danger, your first instinct is to put yourself in front of her, so that you, her owned sissy slut, take the damage, as it should be. Your body musters all the strength it can, and throws itself in harm’s way. Based on the recurrence of the now recognizable feeling of a taser stunning you, your mission was successful. Just as before, you’re left on the ground, unable to move. Mistress $Ash flinches backwards at seeing the taser $Jen is brandishing. “You brought a weapon? That’s cheating!” The brawl continues. Mistress $Ash shows impressive dexterity by dodging the taser, eventually disarming $Jen and taking it for herself. Then, her high heels actually comes to her advantage. With an earth-shattering stomp, she drives the heel of her shoe down into $Jen ‘s foot. Covered as it is by the masculine shoes she’s wearing, it’s still inadequately protected against a pissed off woman who can exert over a thousand psi in her stiletto. “OWWWW!” When $Jen reaches down to comfort a potentially broken toe, your mistress takes her chance, shiving her opponent with the taser. $Jen falls like a toppled statue, though much less heroically than you. After pridefully basking in the moment, your goddess returns to reality, checking on you. “Sissy, are you alright?” She helps you to your feet, as wobbly as they are. “I’ll be okay. What about you, mistress?” “She got in a good hit or two, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” Your mutual attention returns to the saboteur, who’s barely moving. “What shall we do about her?” “She’s been a pain in my side for far too long. I say we solve that issue once and for all.” Your mistress takes out her phone, and loads a familiar pink spiral, not dissimilar from the one $Jen tried to make you watch a few minutes ago. “You’re going to hypnotize her too?” The prospect of such a thing blows your mind. Of course, your mistress is prone to having the most brilliant of ideas, but she’s outdone herself this time. Is it even possible for $Jen to serve Mistress $Ash too? She couldn’t be a sissy, but maybe your mistress would have some use for her. It’s certainly an intriguing proposition, and it would end this war of theirs. Your goddess doesn’t need to think it over like you, though, and immediately kneels over $Jen , holding her face with a clenched hand, and waiting for the hypnosis to begin. [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] As the first hypnotic suggestions float into $Jen ‘s ears, however, she understands the danger she’s in. A rapid onslaught of kicks, knees, fists and elbows knock Mistress $Ash off her, and she scrambles to her feet. Rather than continue the fight to a 3rd phase, $Jen has the sensibility to recognize when she’s beat. It’s two against one, and one of the two is equipped with a taser and high heels that are a proven weapon of extreme danger. “Screw you, $Ash . I’ll get you back for this.” She licks her wounds upon retreating. “You don’t want to go after her, mistress?” Your goddess shakes her head. “No. We gave her a good fright, that’s enough for today.” “But she’ll try something like this again, won’t she?” “I’m counting on it.” She smiles, gleefully prepared for whatever attempt at sabotage $Jen wills up next. Mistress $Ash laughs at seeing the taser in her hand, tossing it on the ground. “I can’t believe she tried to get me with that thing.” “She did get me. Twice.” “And what a brave sissy you were! You flew in like a secret service agent. At least if people get bored of your pussy, we have a backup occupation in mind.” She helps walk you back home. “I’m sorry she keeps ruining our plans, mistress. I just want to please you, but she isn’t letting me.” “I know you do, sissy. But don’t worry. There’s only one way this can end, and it’s with her at my feet, just like you. Still, you were a great dancer!” In the commotion, you’d completely forget what you were wearing. The slutty lingerie and high high boots certainly attracted eyes on the journey home, but you just thought it was because of the scratches and bruises your mistress sustained. At the very least, it’s a testament to how second nature such clothing is to you. [img[Images/P - Strip Home.jpg]] [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 22, $S to $S + 1]]

[[Computer<-Return]] [img[Images/R - Flashchat.jpg]] <<if $Day lt 5>>You have 1 contact(s).\ <<elseif $Day lt 17>>You 2 contact(s).\ <<elseif $Day gt 16>>You have 3 contact(s).<</if>> [[Flashchat Hannah<-Messages -]] $Hannah <<if $HAlert is 1>>- You have a new message!<</if>> \ <<if $Day gt 4>>[[Flashchat Ash<-Messages -]] <<if $AshMistress is 1>>Mistress <<elseif $AshSlave is 1>>Slave <</if>>$Ash <</if>><<if $AshAlert is 1>>- You have a new message!<</if>> \ <<if $Day gt 16>>[[Flashchat Jen<-Messages -]] <<if $JenMistress is 1>>Mistress <<elseif $JenSlave is 1>>Slave<</if>>$Jen <</if>><<if $JenAlert is 1>>- You have a new message!<</if>>

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<<set $House to 11>>\ <<set $Priority to 0>>\ $Hannah kicks open the door to your room, bursting in with frightening zeal at this time of the day. Miss $Gray is behind her, also evidently excited, but not quite to the degree of your stepsister. “Today’s the big day, sis!” “Not //THE// big day, $Hannah .” “Alright, alright, that’s in a week. But today is the greatest part about planning a wedding: getting the dresses!” Her voice reaches a fever. “And we HAVE to find the right one. I’m not going to settle for something even an inch longer than I’d like.” “Size is incredibly important.” Miss $Gray jokes, glancing at your covered clitty. “But we can always have them tailored.” $Hannah shakes her head. “And risk them ruining the dress completely? I think not. They need to be perfect off the rack, or wherever the dresses are stored. In fact, I’ll be walking right out if they keep wedding dresses on racks.” You’re now fearing that this day might take dramatically longer than you expected it would. You can only hope Miss $Gray gets bored of the adventure and can convince her fiance to settle, but that seems like a task tantamount to Sisyphus getting his boulder up a hill, even for someone with the sway of your teacher. [[House 8b<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

[img[Images/Wedding shop.jpg]] The first store you arrive in is immediately promising. Its boutique aura impresses $Hannah , and Miss $Gray seems satisfied that the asked for prices equate to quality. In fact, it specializes in bride apparel, so amidst all the beautiful dresses with lengths varying from trampish to train, are matching and stand out veils, garter belts, lingerie, and even shoes. Though they mostly all come in the traditional white, there’s a couple editions of each item in similar, light colors, like peach. Sadly, the devilish red one which would be perfect for Miss $Gray remains elusive. “I do love this one!” $Hannah exclaims, rushing to the first one her beady eyes set their gaze upon. A sales clerk, smelling money in the air, rushes to the three of you. “This is one of the finest dresses we have, and it’s actually our last one!” //What a coincidence// $Hannah doesn’t balk at the price, despite the fact it could pay for a year’s college tuition, a reliable family car, or a hell of a party. “The length is perfect. Enough to make me feel like it’s actually a wedding dress, but not enough for me to trip on. Elbow length sleeves for some modesty, but not wrist length so I can still feel free.” The clerk appears to be edged by every point of praise he hears. “It’s a sure sale!” You can imagine him screaming inside, all whilst retaining a calm demeanor like a cool breeze. “The internal corset also helps to hide any insecurities you may have about your belly.” He chirpily adds. $Hannah ‘s overjoyed face turns to a scowl that could turn boiling water into ice. “Why would I be insecure about that?” “Well…” the man attempts to retract his words, but it’s already too late. “Some women are concerned about those kinds of things, but I wasn't trying to insinuate you should be; you have a great physique!” His flattery falls on deaf ears. “I should hope so.” $Hannah plays with the dress for a while longer, admiring its texture and style, but ultimately deciding against it. The only reason you can figure for her renouncing it is the association she now holds to it. Miss $Gray opts to entertain her fiance, and encourages her to move onto the next one, but not a single one in the store appeals to her, despite the clerk’s incessant attempts at suggesting dresses. [img[Images/Wedding shop 2.jpg]] After spending an hour in the shop, $Hannah resigns to find something at another store, whilst Miss $Gray has already bought a style she liked. Rather than the traditional floor length design, it’s closest to a pencil style dress, which is certainly unique enough for her, and reflects her work-like attitude to all things in life. Once you leave the store, you silently giggle to yourself at how the clerk blundered a hefty commission, but embarrassingly long later, you realize his failure is also your misfortune. The day could have been done within the first hour, but instead, you have to trudge behind your step sister until she finds something resembling perfection, as if such a thing is attainable. [[House 8c<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

[img[Images/Car interior.jpg]] “Can you believe the nerve on that guy - trying to make me feel insecure like that?” “I don’t think that’s what he was trying to do, honey.” “So why mention it?” Having you as a maid seems to have made $Hannah much more coddled, and far more vulnerable to perceived insults. “He just wanted you to know about the corset. Besides, most women tend to get pregnant around the time of their wedding. Some girls might worry about that kind of thing.” “I think it’s quite clear that I’m not pregnant, though you’ve certainly used a strap on enough to say we’ve tried.” Were you drinking, all of those fluids would be shot like a projectile out of your mouth and nose. All this time that $Hannah and Miss $Gray have been together, and you’ve never considered what sex would be like for them. Sure, it’s hardly a surprise that Miss $Gray would be the top; she’d top a tyrant who’d swear they’d never even try bottoming. Being a bottom when you’re with Miss $Gray is as inevitable as death. “I hardly think $name needs to know about that.” Your teacher coughs. “Why? He’s probably heard me moaning anyway.” “Only for me to do the dishes.” Of course, Miss $Gray ‘s words also bring forth the undesirable prospect of her impregnating $Hannah . The thought alone makes you want to lobotomize yourself, even if it is anatomically impossible. There being a little person, who shares DNA from $Hannah (and therefore you) and Miss $Gray , is terrifying. Though, at this point you’re so imprinted by your teacher’s training that you might as well share some of her genetic information. Were it possible for them to have a baby, you’re certain they’d make you the nanny. //At the very least, nanny would be another thing to add to my resume, right beneath “maid”// [[House 8d<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

Several more hours of the day fly by with the speed of a sloth doing a world tour. $Hannah ‘s Goldilocks-like ethos towards finding the right dress lasts until some stores close. Except instead of 2 bad bowls of porridge before finding the right one, there’s 50 designer wedding dresses featuring some of the finest materials and patterns, but “it doesn’t fit right at my ankles”, “draws too much attention to my armpits” and “doesn’t match my heels” (which she hasn’t bought yet). Her pedantic obsession for perfection is tedious and tiring, and your teacher too seems to be approaching her limit. So in the next store, instead of accompanying $Hannah , she wanders around with you. “That is simply gorgeous.” She observes, pointing out a bridesmaid dress. [img[Images/Bridesmaid dress.jpg]] It’s not nearly as nice as the bridal dresses, predictably, but it’s stunning in a unique way. Floor length and pink as the prettiest of flowers, it’d be hard to not feel like a princess when wearing it. <<if $Home is 1>>Despite all your experience as a sissy, you don’t have much familiarity with truly glamorous garments. $Ash is much more interested in dressing you up as a whore, so these kinds of dresses stand out to you. There’s a strange attraction to it, but you can’t tell if it’s because as a sissy, you have to wear dresses, or because of a preexisting desire to be pretty. The women in your life have been trying to feminize you for so long that it’s hard to know what you want anymore. In this moment, though, you’re filled with an almost overwhelming desire to wear it.\ <<elseif $AshMistress is 1>>Despite all your experience as a sissy, you don’t have much familiarity with truly glamorous garments. Mistress $Ash might enjoy seeing you in an item like this, but she’d much prefer the easy access offered by a minute flared skirt, whether for anal penetration, or an impactful spanking. Still, you have a distinct desire to be decked up in the beautiful dress.\ <<elseif $JenMistress is 1>>Despite all your experience as a sissy, you don’t have much familiarity with truly glamorous garments. Mistress $Jen might enjoy laughing at how pathetic you look in such an elaborate and girly item, but she’d ultimately prefer you to be dressed in something more practical for serving her, such as nothing, or just a collar. Still, you have an overwhelming craving to don the dress and feel as pretty as it is.<</if>> “That’s the type of thing you’ll get to wear if you’ve prepared for our wedding properly.” “What would I be wearing if I haven’t?” Miss $Gray laughs. “That’s up to your step sister.” Her curtness makes you wonder if even she knows. <<if $Home is 2>>Your submissive and feminine mind kicks into high gear in the face of such adorable apparel. “Miss $Gray , I really want to wear that dress. To feel as beautiful as it looks would be a dream come true. Is that…is that right for a sissy maid?” Your teacher is slightly startled by your forthright question. “Even Cinderella got to go to the ball.” “But then the prince whisked her away and gave her a better life. That’s not going to happen to me, is it?” “Of course not, but there’s little harm in feeling pretty for a day. And an offer of a reward is a good incentive to encourage obedience. If you want to wear that dress, then you have to be a good sissy. You have to behave as you’re told, and you have to make sure our wedding is executed to perfection.”\ <<elseif $Home is 1>>“It really is pretty.” You reply, turning your attention back to the awe-inspiring dress. “You don’t like your maid outfit?” She chuckles. “Well…” //There’s no need to fight that battle// “The dress is just so gorgeous, though. You could wear something like that everyday if you wanted to. Why don’t you?” “Could I?” Her laughter continues. “It might be cute, but it’s not the type of thing that would attract a man easily. A short dress and some stockings is much better at that.” “The type of thing you wear to Farrix.” You surmise. “But why bother about attracting people? Isn’t feeling pretty enough on its own?” “If you want to get ahead in the world, no. I’ve dressed to attract people most of my life, and it’s been very successful for me.” “But why care about “getting ahead”? This type of dress makes me want to run off into the woods and live in a fairy tale. I’d feel pretty everyday in such a thing. Doesn’t everything else seem…unnecessary?” “That’s not the type of thing I want to hear from my maid.” She coldly replies. “Besides, you’d need some matching heels, and I don’t think you’d last a day wearing heels in the woods.” You drop the conversation. Miss $Gray has made it clear she isn’t interested in entertaining your queries, but the thought lingers.<</if>> $Hannah appears behind the both of you, much to your shock, and in a spirit raising display, she’s holding a bag from the store, with a dress inside. “You finally decided on something?” Miss $Gray hopefully asks. “Oh, this? No.” She laughs. “No, this is just a backup dress in case something happens to my actual wedding dress.” She takes another look at the dress she bought, missing the resigned expression your face wears. “Where to next?” [[House 8e<-Continue][$H to $H + 5]]

“You know” $Hannah remarks, 15 stores and 60 more dresses later “I think this is the one.” “The one? You’re sure?” “Yes, this is it.” To you, it’s interchangeable with 20 other dresses you’ve seen today, and that’s even considering your sissy knowledge of clothing. Maybe there’s some sort of lace to silk to satin ratio you’re unfamiliar with, but you’re not going to question it. Once the purchase is bagged, you thankfully head home, with a newfound appreciation for the reliability your broom offers you. There might not be much of Saturday left, but there’s enough to redeem it, and make the most of your weekend. You can kick back, put your feet up, and relax. “Don’t forget your chores, sissy.” //Or not// [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

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<<set $ButtPlugA to 0, $ButtPlugB to 0>>\ <<set $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1>>\ <<set $AnalS to $AnalS + 1>>\ <<set $L to 0>>\ <<set $S to $S - 4>>\ <<set $I to $I + 50>>\ Reality returns once his godly dick withdraws from your eager receptacle. At some point, you realize there’s a massive wet spot on the floor. Your caged clitty released everywhere, decorating your crotch and thighs in a materialized form of this man’s love. The sound of bass returns to your ears. The final sensation to base you back in corporeality is his lips, not near your face, but lovingly on your ass cheeks, in a show of appreciation. He helps you slide your thong back on, and with a final smile, and compliment on your beauty, he leaves, all with you being unable to reply in your state of imbroglio. “Are you okay?” One of the staff asks, peeking inside through the curtain. You shake your head violently at the disturbance, suddenly remembering what it is you’re doing here. “What? Uh, yeah, thanks.” “Great.” They smile comfortingly. “Here’s your cut.” 50$ is gently placed in front of you. You’re still baffled that he’s the one that //paid you// for that experience, but take the money regardless, even if just because it’s a reminder of him. Leaving the privacy of the secluded booth, $Ash scampers up to you. “I’m so proud of you!” She hugs you with heavy arms, squeezing your breath away. “You had the confidence to go up on stage, to dance your cute buns off, and then pleasure a complete stranger. I had no idea you’d become a sissy this easily!” Her affirmation is pleasant, but barely seasoning on your experience today. Afterwards, $Ash encourages you to leave with her, but it’s superfluous to you. Staring at a wall for 6 hours, contemplating what just occurred, sounds great, but so does staying in the club, reading a book, doing your chores, or being around $Hannah . Nothing can bring you down right now. [img[Images/Strip Club Ex.jpg]] [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to 21]]

Standing outside of the ballet training room, you quickly regret both coming, and imagining such a bizarre plan. //They’ll probably think the sissy just came to look at them changing. It’ll be humiliating. They’re just going to laugh at me and call me “pathetic”. I just know the moment I walk in, all the attention will shift to the new girl, and then they’ll recognize who it is, and immediately laugh. I should have never bothe…// “Hi, are you new?” A girl behind you asks. She’s wearing a wide smile, one that immediately distracts you from your mental plight. “It’s so nice to see new faces! I’m Clara!” She opens the door you were shivering afraid in front of. “Come on, don’t be shy!” Taking you by the hand, she shows you inside. Though the studio isn’t far from the changing room you discovered on your first day of Farrix, you were oblivious to what this room was like. On the far side, slightly blocked by a couple dozen girls appropriately dressed in tights, tutus and leotards, there’s a wide floor to ceiling mirror. It’s so wide that it might as well be considered the wall. Seeing yourself in it is intimidating, but the girl holding your hand, Clara, doesn’t give you much chance to get away, though admittedly, her eager aura is encouraging enough to not make you flee instantly. [img[Images/Ballet 1.jpg]] “Sorry I’m late, Miss Benet.” The instructor looks at the voice, smiling at recognizing its origins. “Clara, my star student doesn’t have to apologize.” She laughs off Clara’s formality. “We were only practicing more beginner stuff anyway. I know you don’t have much use for week 1 stretches.” “Oh.” Clara replies, a little disappointed. “Who’s your friend?” “She wanted to join, right?” “Not quite.” Amidst the friendly relationships and plentiful women, you’re left stuttering your words with a worrisome expression. “Oh, you’re just nervous, I’ve seen it all before.” Miss Benet thinks for a moment, quickly have an idea that she’s clearly proud of, based on the way her face lights up like she just won the lottery. “Clara, since you don’t need to be doing the basic stuff we’re working on, why don’t you take your friend for a one-on-one training session? You mentioned you wanted to get better at teaching ballet.” Clara’s face comparably lights up. “Sure, come on, newbie!” Still hand in hand, she guides you over to a quieter section of the room whilst Miss Benet leads the rest of the class. “Clara, I actually came for something a little more specific. I wanted to get better at walking in heels and thought I could get help here. I’m sorry if I was mistaken and I wasted your time.” She thinks your statement over and her consistent smile gets replaced with a perplexed grin. “Hmm. Well, ballet does lend itself well to walking in heels, and I suppose I can try to recruit you in the next hour, so that's good, plus you seem nice too.” She bites her lip, deciding on an answer. “You know what? Sure, that seems like fun.” She leads you to a cupboard, where she finds, among a great many other things, several pairs of disused heels. She gauges each based on their size, comparing them to your feet, until she finds an agreeable pair, then returning to the main room. [img[Images/Dance shoes.jpg]] “First thing’s first - take your shoes off. We need to do some basic training activities. Come on!” She encourages, yet it in a snappy enough tone that you’re simultaneously scared. <<if $PaintedToes gt 0>>Shoeless, your painted toenails are left peaking through your hosiery. Even in your skirt and blouse, they leave you feeling embarrassingly exposed and feminine.<</if>> [[Heels balletb<-Continue]]

<<set $HeelsS to $HeelsS + 12>>\ “Okay, all I want you to do for now is walk on your tiptoes, keeping your heels at the steepest height you can.” The task seems so bizarre that you’re a little baffled, but witnessing her expectant face, you commence the task, unsurely stepping one set of toes in front of the other. “Okay, that was good. I think you probably could have gone a little higher, but that’s fine for the first time. Next, do the opposite.” “The opposite?” Not much of this is making sense at all. “Walk on your heels, keeping your toes in the air.” “But why? That’s the opposite to the position heels put you in.” Clara throws one of the shoes she found at the wall behind you, thankfully not the one hosting the mirror. “Don’t question your teacher. Now come, start walking.” Now definitively frightened, you do as commanded. It’s a goofy shuffle that leaves you feeling like a child, and questioning the logic of this futile exercise yet again. Even walking in a straight line is too much to ask right now. “Good, that was something.” She cuts you off after doing hundreds of the silly paces. “Now put on the heels.” Heading over to fetch the thrown shoe, your feet are exhausted already. Were the girl’s nice persona still on display, you might consider politely leaving, but you’re far too scared that the other shoe will be flung straight at your head if you did now. Strapping them on, you feel a little wobbly, but catch your balance before a fall. “Now try walking.” You do as you’re told, and to your surprise, you don’t crash to your knees, stumble, or collapse backwards like you just slipped on a banana peel. In fact, it’s almost as effortless as walking barefoot. Each step comes naturally like you were a painter understanding the next necessary stroke on a canvas. “This is amazing! How am I doing this?” “Training helps to master the complex.” She answers. “Really get used to it, come on, don’t stop now.” She beckons you on, and in the face of your appreciation, her temper subsides. By the end of the hour, you’re practically skipping in them, emboldened by your success. “She did great.” Clara reports to Miss Benet. “You must be a natural.” She compliments. “Are you sure you don’t want to join?” “Ah, about that.” The instructor interrupts. “Sadly, we don’t have a space available right now, but maybe we will in the future, and then I’d be happy to have you learn the art of my ballet in my class.” “Aww.” Clara doesn’t disguise her disappointment. “Maybe one day we’ll see each other again.” She gives you a hug, the cherry on top of an otherwise fun hour. After replacing your shoes, you depart. Whilst your skill in heels isn’t perfected, it certainly came a long way in a very short amount of time. [img[Images/Ballet 2.jpg]] <<if $Home gte 5 and $Home lte 6 and $Fem is 51>>[[12-1f<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[10-1f<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $M to $M + 30]]<</if>>

There’s a stall set up in the middle of one of the mall’s many corridors. It’s not dissimilar to the ones giving pedicures, selling perfume, and offering makeovers. In fact, it’s very similar to that last one, with one key difference. A very handsome, dressed in black pants and a matching shirt, sees you eying the stall, and encourages you over. “Hi there! We’re offering free makeovers for men to celebrate the launch of our new line of cosmetics - MascuSinity. Can I interest you in a little remodeling, handsome?” Looking at the stall, the only difference between it, and one oriented towards women, is the color scheme. It ultimately contains the same powders, creams and waxes that would be offered to ladies, this one is just dressed up to appeal to the target audience by utilizing a black and gold color scheme, and rather than lip colors like “Peachy Keen” or “Rosy Perfection”, they have “Dragon’s Blood” and “Red Storm”. [img[Images/Makeup Stand.jpg]] The man, whose name tag identifies him as Christopher, is smiling, luring you in almost irresistibly. [[Makeup StandB<-Continue]] [[Mall<-Decline]]

<<set $FoundationA to 1, $ConcealerA to 1, $MascaraA to 1, $EyelinerA to 1, $BlushB to 1, LipstickC to 1>>\ <<set $OutMakeup to 1>>\ “Alright, sure.” A strange sense of relief washes over you at making the decision which would bring you the most joy, as opposed to declining due to social fears of being seen wearing makeup. It’s hard to consider a makeover, a free one at that, as a bad thing. Hopefully, it’ll leave you beaming with a newfound confidence, or maybe Miss $Gray ‘s plans to cajole you into femininity is actually working, and you’ve been tricked into thinking you actually had a choice. Christopher places his delicate hands on your shoulders, and walks you over to a chair - one which threatens to swallow you in its heavy, comfortable padding. “I can just tell you’ve never been made over before. It’s so sad that so many guys are afraid of something just because they see it as “feminine”.” He sighs. “But I’m so happy I’ve managed to change your mind. Rest assured, I won’t let you leave until you’re a completely new version of yourself. Once I’m done, you won’t be able to recognize who is in the mirror.” He sets about comparing your skin tone with the foundation and concealers he has, eventually deciding on the best match. He squirts a dollop of creamy foundation onto a beauty blender, and slowly, but very attentively, massages it into your skin. The entire time, he’s smiling, though you’re unsure if that is part of the company plan to make you buy their product, or his genuine, flirty persona. With barely a foot between your respective faces, you now notice that he is also wearing makeup. Concealer is helping to remove any undesirable marks under his eyes. Mascara, and a subtle eyeshadow, help to highlight his eyes, which, perhaps due to the makeup, are hard to look away from. And if he is wearing lipstick, it’s a natural shade. “You have such nice skin. I don’t care what you say, I just know you moisturize every night.” After the base layer of makeup, he compliments your cheeks with a generous amount of blush, before working on your eyes, which gets even more intimate. First using an eyeliner pencil, he draws along your waterline. “I know most guys think wearing eyeliner will just make them look like a goth, but you’ll be so darling once I’m done.” He uses bright colors for the eyeshadow, which promise to be much more noticeable than his. With masterful precision, he blends a mix of red, maroon, purple and orange. It’s hard to believe it will turn out well, but if he works for a makeup company, surely he’s competent at this, right? “Can you look up with your eyes for me please?” A mascara wand gently combs through your lashes, bottom and top, and even without a mirror, you can see they’re extended and blackened. Finally, after deliberating for a while on which lip product to use, he opts for a red lipstick. At the first streak of it on your lips, his smile jumps even wider. “Yep. Absolutely. Why did I even second guess myself?” Makeover done, he stands back, retrieving a mirror to show you a new visage of yourself. After his hope-raising compliments, and the time he took, you’re eager to see just how different you could look. [img[Images/Makeup Standb.jpg]] The result is…stunning. It’s not that you look like a woman. You do look feminine, but not in a way that would fool a lot of people, at least considering the rest of your appearance. You instead look a very attractive man, one who has braved makeup, and is all the prettier for it. Despite the fact it will draw twice the eyes to you, you’re all the more confident for it. “I can see you’re overjoyed at how it turned out.” Christopher shakes your hand, and wishes you all the best, reminding you to check out their line of makeup. [[Makeup StandC<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<if $JenR gt 0>>As you depart the stall, a fear you never recognized you had manifests. Someone you know recognizes you, despite your glammed up face. $Jen observes the sight before her. “I would have gone for a different lipstick shade myself.” She laughs. “You look good though, it’s cool that you’re getting more confident about being feminine. But just remember, you’re not a feminine guy; you’re a sissy. Maybe some people will compliment your boldness for wearing makeup, but their tune will change if I have to tell them you’re a perverted, panty wearing, lingerie donning, cock hungry whore.” She giggles away. As typical with $Jen , it’s hard to tell where you stand, but as long as you remain on her relatively good side, you shouldn’t have to worry about her threat coming to fruition. //I like how I look. Who’s to say I can’t wear makeup out like this again?// [[Mall<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S - 1]]\ <<elseif $JenR lt 1 and $CL[1] isnot 101 or $JenR lt 1 and $CL[2] is 101>>As you depart the stall, a fear you never recognized you had manifests. Someone you know recognizes you, despite your glammed up face. $Jen immediately bursts out laughing. “You look so pathetic!” She has to clutch her side, which hurts from chuckling at your expense. “I mean seriously, what is wrong with you? No one wants to see a sissy be so brave, you’ll just be laughed at. And to come to the mall like that? You clearly love being humiliated.” She pauses to think, all while you don’t have the confidence or self respect to take a stand. “Well, if you love public humiliation, how about I help with that?” With a speed you’ve never witnessed from her, she lunges towards your pants, tearing them down before you recognize what she’s doing. “HA!” She yells, attracting the attention of everyone in a 100 foot radius. “Look at the pathetic sissy wearing women’s underwear!” Her laughter encourages others to join in, particularly women. Plenty of others look on, confused at what they’re seeing. A couple take out their phones to record your embarrassment, with your blushing cheeks overpowering the rouge that was played moments ago. Even those who feel no desire to laugh or mock you don’t step in to help. And though your panties are only displayed for barely a few seconds before you wrestle your pants back up with shaking hands, you’re mortified, and run off to hide in the toilets. The high of appearing so pretty was so quickly spoiled by $Jen that you’re incredibly angry at her, but of course, with what she has held over you, there’s no course of revenge that’s viable. Instead, you’re left half seething, half crying, over her seemingly endless cruelty. //Screw $Jen, but who's to say I can’t wear makeup out like this again? If I like how I look, then I should be able to look this// After a while, you calm down. That, combined with the hope that you won’t run into anyone who saw the skin-turning moment, allows you to step outside into the mall once more. Though your eyes are stretched to catch $Jen attempting a repeat, she’s probably gone by now, calming you further. [[Mall<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $JenR lt 1 and $CL[1] is 101>>As you depart the stall, a fear you never recognized you had manifests. Someone you know recognizes you, despite your glammed up face. $Jen immediately bursts out laughing. “You look so pathetic!” She has to clutch her side, which hurts from chuckling at your expense. “I mean seriously, what is wrong with you? No one wants to see a sissy be so brave, you’ll just be laughed at. And to come to the mall like that? You clearly love being humiliated.” She pauses to think, all while you don’t have the confidence or self respect to take a stand. “Well, if you love public humiliation, how about I help with that?” With a speed you’ve never witnessed from her, she lunges towards your pants, tearing them down before you recognize what she’s doing. “Look at the sissy’s pa…oh.” She stands there, feeling stupider than a kid who spent all night studying for a test that was postponed. “Dumb sissy, you’re supposed to wear panties.” Saltier than an ocean, she storms off, dejected at the failure of her attempt at humiliation. Her act did garner some attention, but after pulling up your pants, you return to your day, just much prettier now. //I like how I look. Who’s to say I can’t wear makeup out like this again?// [[Mall<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S - 1]]<</if>>

“Hey, $name !” $Ash ‘s endearing voice calls out to you. Given your already agreed upon plans for this Sunday, you’re curious if she’s too horny, and wants to change that “date” to now. “I was so bored during my last lesson, so I started daydreaming about you.” She teases, taking your hand in hers. “And I suddenly got a great idea. Come with me.” She might be so turned on that she forgot to phrase it as a request, as she takes you with her to the welcome site of her house. [img[Images/R - Bedroom Ash.jpg]] Rather than strip and commence the session of mutual pantyhose wearing that she suggested for this Sunday, though, she stays in her uniform. And based on how she takes a seat at her vanity table, it’s doubtful she has anything sexual in mind. The desk is already a clutter of unorganized tubes of lipstick, half used palettes and brushes that are begging for a wash, but she’s throwing half of them around in an attempt to get them out the way. She’s looking for a couple of specific items, you think, though $Ash has never proven easy to predict. “This will work, and so should this.” She grabs a couple of tubes and bottles, creating a separate pile for the cosmetics which meet whatever her criteria is. “This eyeshadow would work, but not with this lipstick, but what about this blush?” You nervously wait, fiddling with your hands, unsure if you asked what she’s doing, whether she’ll ask for your help, or slap you away. She’s taking so long to decide that she might have even forgotten you’re there. “$name , do you prefer orange or purple?” “We…” “Nevermind, I found the pink!” In a prideful display, she holds up a canister of pink lipstick, waving it for you to see. “I think I have everything.” “Everything for what?” “Your makeover, silly.” “//My// makeover?” “Duh, I’m already wearing makeup, and last time I checked it’s just me and you here.” “$Ash , I’m not sure if I want to do that.” “Oh come on, $name . I know “sissy” also means coward, but we both know you want to wear some makeup, and I promise I’ll do it well. <<if $StoleLipstick is 1>>Besides, we both know I saw you wearing lipstick in your first week at Farrix, so don’t pretend you don’t want this.<<else>>Besides, it’ll help you get in the mood for wearing pantyhose with me this Sunday.<</if>>” It’d be yet another masculinity-compromising act, but with $Ash ‘s loving eyes begging you to agree, it’s hard to say no. She senses your indecision, but rather than sweeten the deal, she opts for a threat instead. “Let me put it this way: if you don’t, you can forget about everything else - being with me on Sunday, having sex, being friends. I’m not interested in any of that if you’re not willing to do this tiny thing for me.” [[Ash Makeup Agree<-Agree]] [[Ash Makeup Leave<-Leave]]

<<set $OutMakeup to 1>>\ “Alright, I’ll do it.” Her face, which turned serious as she gave her warning, transitions back into the beautiful, almost innocent, expression you’re used to seeing from her. “Great, I knew you would!” She kisses you on the cheek. “Sissies are so predictable. Now come on, sit on the bed.” She stations you on the edge of her bed, whilst she stands over you, with an assortment of tubes, boxes and canisters containing various cosmetics to make women prettier. //I wonder if it will work on me// “I’m sure this foundation will work.” Onto a beauty blender, she squirts a generous dollop of foundation, which she spreads across your face. It’s almost a therapeutic experience that might allow you to close your eyes and relax, were it not for the sexual relationship you have with this girl. It wouldn’t be a terrible surprise to open your eyes to see her on her knees, opening your fly. That’s wishful thinking, of course, but it wouldn’t be too far out of character. “Hmm…needs more.” A second, even bigger squirt foundation gets spread across your face, something which you’re pretty certain isnot standard practice. “Why are you doing two layers?” “Huh? Nevermind sweetie, just trust the process.” Her words do not inspire confidence. Next, she applies concealer to help reduce visible bags and dark spots under your eyes. After that, she cracks open a palette of contour, and applies a color darker than your skin tone, and blends that into a lighter color. It’s a complicated process, you figure, though you’re blind as to how this is turning out. $Ash doesn’t utter much past the occasional “that suits you well.” Some highlighter on your temple promises to turn eyes, whilst the heaping of blush she uses is definite to make you seem like a 24/7 victim of public humiliation. She then turns her attention to your eyes, which she compliments the color of, but promises to make them even more beautiful. With an eyeliner pencil, she shades in your waterline, and then with a second, liquid eyeliner, she draws a cute wing on your eyelids. For eyeshadow, it was inevitable that $Ash would pick something bright, and you’re proven right as you notice a palette of eyeshadow containing strictly shades of pink. Somehow, the manufacturer took 3 discernable pink shades, and stretched it to 18 boxes. “This will blend nicely.” [img[Images/Ash Makeup 1.jpg]] Eyeshadow complete, she uses a mascara wand to lengthen, darken and define your eyelashes, and even without a mirror, it’s obvious that they are LONG. She must have used at least 3 coats, and even then she makes a comment about wishing she had some fake lashes. For lipstick, she, of course, goes for the pink lipstick she was so adamant on using. “It’ll work so well with your eyeshadow. Now, hold still.” The final step goes well, and $Ash momentarily steps back to contemplate her work. She must like what she sees, as an uncontainable smile emerges, and she rushes in to make out with you. You’re trapped on the bed, tongue tied with hers. “Mmm.” “So hot.” “Sissy.” You pick out between the small gasps for air she takes. The makeover lasted maybe half an hour, and the spontaneous makeout session threatens to last just as long. When she does finally pull away, there’s a large mess of pink lipstick smudged around her mouth. “Here, look!” She drags you over to the vanity mirror, and allows you to witness her proud piece of art: you. [img[Images/Ash Makeup 2.jpg]] What lies in front of you can’t be a reflection, can it? It’s barely recognizable as you, or human, for that matter. It’s not that you look clownish, girlish, or manly, but rather you look like a manifestation of pure makeup. You’re simply caked in the stuff, to a point that flecks of it would fly off if you whipped your head around quickly. If you fell face first onto a pillow, it’d gain a full layer of makeup. Were someone to throw a pie in your face, the cream would probably slide right off, taking foundation and a mix of powders with it. “So, what’d you think?” No words exit your mouth, because the mind behind it has stopped working. “Aww, I know it’s good, but I wouldn’t say I’m //that good//.” She laughs. “Thank you so much for letting me do this. It’s important to show me you care sometimes.” She shows you out the door whilst you’re still frozen. “See you tomorrow.” Once you recover, you start the journey home. The people you run into along the way aren’t shy about their inspections of you. Their eyes don’t break from your face until you’re past them, and their obsessive glares make you think they're bound to walk into a lamppost. The worst part is because they’re staring at you in the face, it’s brutally easy to make eye contact, which you quickly regret, but it doesn't happen. A lot. Once you arrive at the safety of your house, you wipe off the small drug store’s worth of makeup from your face - your face which you’re relieved to survive the “makeover”. The wiping of it off alone takes incredibly long, and to be thorough, even longer. It's a weird price to pay to be friends with $Ash , but you’re left wondering if it was worth it. //Not that I’m eager to do that again, but I suppose if I wanted to, a little makeup would be tolerable to wear outside// [[Room 0<-Continue][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S + 1]]

“I don’t want a makeover, so I’m not doing it.” You swivel back the way you came, disappointed that $Ash would be so insistent upon this that she’s unwilling to be friends with you otherwise, but also proud for sticking up for yourself. “Wait, $name ! Can we not come to a compromise? Maybe just a little lipstick?” Her voice, screaming, follows you out the house. “Please? It’s not that big a deal - you’d enjoy it! It’s not even a sissy thing for men to do, haven’t you seen those K pop stars - you know how popular they are with women, you’d be a massive hit!” Her attempts at persuasion fall on deaf ears. So quickly she shifted from steadfast demand to willing compromise, but all over something you, understandably, don't want to do. And if $Ash is true to her word, and no longer wants to be friends, then you’d have one less person in your life interested in seeing you become a woman. Wanting you to wear panties, pantyhose, and now makeup. Whatever her motive is, it’s one you no longer need to be wary of. [[Room 0<-Continue][$AshMad to 1, $H to $H + 1]]

<<set $CountEclipse to 1>>\ <<set $JenEclipseClothing = ["Ugh. That little prissy is going straight for the dresses, isn’t he?", "Do we even sell heels in men's sizes?", "I dare you tell him no sissies allowed in the women’s section!", "Why would a guy even want to wear a blouse anyway? They’re so old fashioned.", "I bet you he’s going to pretend he’s looking for a girlfriend’s birthday present."]>>\ [[Mall<-Return to the mall]] <<if $JenLevel gt 5>>People in Eclipse Clothing are a little more distracted, but that doesn't stop plenty of people viewing you with anything less than contempt. "<<print $JenEclipseClothing.random()>>” You overhear one worker whisper to her colleague.\ <<elseif $Fem lt 20>>//Some of these are kind of pretty, but who needs a shirt with a zipper in the back? Fashion can be so strange..//\ <<elseif $Fem lt 41>>//Some of these are really pretty. That one would go really nicely with a little skirt!//\ <<elseif $Fem gt 49>>//These blouses are so cute! I can’t imagine having to wear a dull, men’s t-shirt ever again!//<</if>> [img[Images/Eclipse Clothing.jpg]] Blouses - [[Eclipse Clothing Skirt<-Skirts and pants]] - [[Eclipse Clothing Dress<-Dresses]] - [[Eclipse Clothing Shoes<-Shoes]] <hr> <<if $SkirtTask1 is 1>>[[Task Skirt Denim<-Try a skirt in the changing room]]<<elseif $SkirtTask2 is 1>>[[Task Skirt Denim<-Try a skirt in the changing room]]<</if>> __Blouses__ Black camisole-15$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/B3 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Blouse6 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[Eclipse Clothing Blouse<-Buy blouse][$I to $I - 15, $Blouse6 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Blouse6 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Blouse6 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Black shirt-20$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/B9 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Blouse2 is 0 and $I gt 19>>[[Eclipse Clothing Blouse<-Buy blouse][$I to $I - 20, $Blouse2 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Blouse2 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Blouse2 is 0 and $I lt 20>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Floral blouse 2-20$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/B6 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Blouse5 is 0 and $I gt 19>>[[Eclipse Clothing Blouse<-Buy blouse][$I to $I - 20, $Blouse5 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Blouse5 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Blouse5 is 0 and $I lt 20>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Pink blouse-20$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/B4 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Blouse3 is 0 and $I gt 19>>[[Eclipse Clothing Blouse<-Buy blouse][$I to $I - 20, $Blouse3 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Blouse3 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Blouse3 is 0 and $I lt 20>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Floral blouse-20$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/B1 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Blouse4 is 0 and $I gt 19>>[[Eclipse Clothing Blouse<-Buy blouse][$I to $I - 20, $Blouse4 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Blouse4 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Blouse4 is 0 and $I lt 20>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>>

<<set $CountEclipse to 2>>\ <<set $JenEclipseClothing = ["Ugh. That little prissy is going straight for the dresses, isn’t he?", "Do we even sell heels in men's sizes?", "I dare you tell him no sissies allowed in the women’s section!", "Why would a guy even want to wear a blouse anyway? They’re so old fashioned.", "I bet you he’s going to pretend he’s looking for a girlfriend’s birthday present."]>>\ [[Mall<-Return to the mall]] <<if $JenLevel gt 5>>People in Eclipse Clothing are a little more distracted, but that doesn't stop plenty of people viewing you with anything less than contempt. "<<print $JenEclipseClothing.random()>>” You overhear one worker whisper to her colleague.\ <<elseif $Fem lt 20>>//That skirt is great for giving a peek at a woman’s panties. In fact…// You’re about to look beneath it, hoping to see if the mannequin is wearing something sexy, but the sound of footsteps nearby deters you.\ <<elseif $Fem lt 41>>//I wonder what it’s like to wear a skirt in public. To show of your shaven legs, and have them ogled. If it’s something tight, men will be staring at your ass all day. But if it’s short and loose, they’d be hoping for a sight beneath it. Either way, you’re the object of masculine desire…//\ <<elseif $Fem gt 49>>//Some of these skirts are so pretty. I wish I could be more creative with what I was allowed to wear to Farrix…//<</if>>\ [img[Images/Eclipse Skirt.jpg]] [[Eclipse Clothing Blouse<-Blouses]] - Skirts and pants - [[Eclipse Clothing Dress<-Dresses]] - [[Eclipse Clothing Shoes<-Shoes]] <hr> <<if $SkirtTask1 is 1>>[[Task Skirt Denim<-Try a skirt in the changing room]]<<elseif $SkirtTask2 is 1>>[[Task Skirt Denim<-Try a skirt in the changing room]]<</if>> __Skirts__ Pink floral skirt-40$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/S2 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Skirt7 is 0 and $I gt 39>>[[Eclipse Clothing Skirt<-Buy skirt][$I to $I - 40, $Skirt7 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Skirt7 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Skirt7 is 0 and $I lt 40>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Black floral skirt-40$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/S16 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Skirt4 is 0 and $I gt 39>>[[Eclipse Clothing Skirt<-Buy skirt][$I to $I - 40, $Skirt4 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Skirt4 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Skirt4 is 0 and $I lt 40>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Floral skirt-25$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/S3 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Skirt1 is 0 and $I gt 24>>[[Eclipse Clothing Skirt<-Buy skirt][$I to $I - 25, $Skirt1 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Skirt1 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Skirt1 is 0 and $I lt 25>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Pink skirt-25$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/S5 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Skirt2 is 0 and $I gt 24>>[[Eclipse Clothing Skirt<-Buy skirt][$I to $I - 25, $Skirt2 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Skirt2 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Skirt2 is 0 and $I lt 25>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Cyan skirt-25$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/S4 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Skirt3 is 0 and $I gt 24>>[[Eclipse Clothing Skirt<-Buy skirt][$I to $I - 25, $Skirt3 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Skirt3 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Skirt3 is 0 and $I lt 25>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Red skirt - 25$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/S14 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Skirt5 is 0 and $I gt 24>>[[Eclipse Clothing Skirt<-Buy skirt][$I to $I - 25, $Skirt5 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Skirt5 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Skirt5 is 0 and $I lt 25>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Black skirt - 25$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/S12 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Skirt6 is 0 and $I gt 24>>[[Eclipse Clothing Skirt<-Buy skirt][$I to $I - 25, $Skirt6 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Skirt6 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Skirt6 is 0 and $I lt 25>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Black skirt 2 - 25$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/S7 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Skirt10 is 0 and $I gt 24>>[[Eclipse Clothing Skirt<-Buy skirt][$I to $I - 25, $Skirt10 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Skirt10 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Skirt10 is 0 and $I lt 25>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> __Pants__ Maroon pants-30$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/Pants4 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy these\ <<elseif $Pants1 is 0 and $I gt 29>>[[Eclipse Clothing Skirt<-Buy pants][$I to $I - 30, $Pants1 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Pants1 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Pants1 is 0 and $I lt 30>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Red pants-30$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/Pants2 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy these\ <<elseif $Pants3 is 0 and $I gt 29>>[[Eclipse Clothing Skirt<-Buy pants][$I to $I - 30, $Pants3 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Pants3 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Pants3 is 0 and $I lt 30>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Black pants-30$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/Pants3 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy these\ <<elseif $Pants4 is 0 and $I gt 29>>[[Eclipse Clothing Skirt<-Buy pants][$I to $I - 30, $Pants4 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Pants4 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Pants4 is 0 and $I lt 30>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Orange pants-30$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/Pants5 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy these\ <<elseif $Pants2 is 0 and $I gt 29>>[[Eclipse Clothing Skirt<-Buy pants][$I to $I - 30, $Pants2 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Pants2 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Pants2 is 0 and $I lt 30>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>>

<<set $CountEclipse to 4>>\ <<set $JenEclipseClothing = ["Ugh. That little prissy is going straight for the dresses, isn’t he?", "Do we even sell heels in men's sizes?", "I dare you tell him no sissies allowed in the women’s section!", "Why would a guy even want to wear a blouse anyway? They’re so old fashioned.", "I bet you he’s going to pretend he’s looking for a girlfriend’s birthday present."]>>\ [[Mall<-Return to the mall]] <<if $JenLevel gt 5>>People in Eclipse Clothing are a little more distracted, but that doesn't stop plenty of people viewing you with anything less than contempt. "<<print $JenEclipseClothing.random()>>” You overhear one worker whisper to her colleague.\ <<elseif $Fem lt 32>>//How are you supposed to walk in half of these?// You question internally. //And why would you want to?// Seeing the elongation on a mannequin’s legs, that question answers itself.\ <<elseif $Fem lt 41>>//Those heels are nice, but they’d be so painful to wear all day. I hope Miss $Gray doesn’t make me do that…//\ <<elseif $Fem gt 49 and $Home lte 2 and $Home gt 0>>//All these shoes are so nice! If only I could get away from Miss $Gray and $Hannah more often, I’d wear the hell out of them//\ <<elseif $Fem gt 49 and $Home lte 4 and $Home gt 0>>//All these shoes are so nice! Though, if I ever actually needed any, I’m sure I could steal a pair from $Ash ‘s collection of hundreds//\ <<elseif $Fem gt 49 and $Home lte 4 and $Home gt 0>>//All these shoes are so nice! Though, if I ever actually needed any, I’m sure I could steal a pair from $Jen ‘s collection of hundreds//<</if>> [img[Images/Eclipse Shoes.jpg]] [[Eclipse Clothing Blouse<-Blouses]] - [[Eclipse Clothing Skirt<-Skirts]] - [[Eclipse Clothing Dress<-Dresses]] - Shoes <hr> <<if $SkirtTask1 is 1>>[[Task Skirt Denim<-Try a skirt in the changing room]]<<elseif $SkirtTask2 is 1>>[[Task Skirt Denim<-Try a skirt in the changing room]]<</if>> __Shoes__ Flats-25$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/Shoes3 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 25>>You're not confident enough to buy these\ <<elseif $Shoes3 is 0 and $I gt 24 and $Fem gt 24>>[[Eclipse Clothing Shoes<-Buy shoes][$I to $I - 25, $Shoes3 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Shoes3 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Shoes3 is 0 and $I lt 25>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Silver heels-60$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/Shoes4 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 25>>You're not confident enough to buy these\ <<elseif $Shoes4 is 0 and $I gt 59 and $Fem gt 24>>[[Eclipse Clothing Shoes<-Buy shoes][$I to $I - 60, $Shoes4 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Shoes4 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Shoes4 is 0 and $I lt 60>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Black heels-60$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/Shoes5 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 25>>You're not confident enough to buy these\ <<elseif $Shoes5 is 0 and $I gt 59 and $Fem gt 24>>[[Eclipse Clothing Shoes<-Buy shoes][$I to $I - 60, $Shoes5 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Shoes5 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Shoes5 is 0 and $I lt 60>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Red heeled boots-100$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/Shoes6 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 25>>You're not confident enough to buy these\ <<elseif $Shoes6 is 0 and $I gt 99 and $Fem gt 24>>[[Eclipse Clothing Shoes<-Buy shoes][$I to $I - 100, $Shoes6 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Shoes6 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Shoes6 is 0 and $I lt 100>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>>

<<set $CountEclipse to 3>>\ <<set $JenEclipseClothing = ["Ugh. That little prissy is going straight for the dresses, isn’t he?", "Do we even sell heels in men's sizes?", "I dare you tell him no sissies allowed in the women’s section!", "Why would a guy even want to wear a blouse anyway? They’re so old fashioned.", "I bet you he’s going to pretend he’s looking for a girlfriend’s birthday present."]>>\ [[Mall<-Return to the mall]] <<if $JenLevel gt 5>>People in Eclipse Clothing are a little more distracted, but that doesn't stop plenty of people viewing you with anything less than contempt. "<<print $JenEclipseClothing.random()>>” You overhear one worker whisper to her colleague.\ <<elseif $Fem lt 27>>//Why would a girl want to wear a dress? They must be so awkward to do anything in. Relax, walk, pee…//\ <<elseif $Fem lt 41>>//I couldn’t imagine Miss $Gray wearing a single dress from here. She must get hers at a designer shop, because they’re always so nice…//\ <<elseif $Fem gt 49 and $Home lte 2 and $Home gt 0>>//I’m sure I’d look nice in one of these, but I don’t know if I’d want to give Miss $Gray the satisfaction, especially when she might burst in my room at any time.//\ <<elseif $Fem gt 49 and $Home lte 4 and $Home gt 0>>//I’m sure I’d look nice in one of these, and $Ash would definitely approve. Though, she’d probably call me a “sissy” constantly, rather than telling me I’m pretty.//<</if>> [img[Images/Eclipse Dress.jpg]] <hr> [[Eclipse Clothing Blouse<-Blouses]] - [[Eclipse Clothing Skirt<-Skirts]] - Dresses - [[Eclipse Clothing Shoes<-Shoes]] <<if $SkirtTask1 is 1>>[[Task Skirt Denim<-Try a skirt in the changing room]]<<elseif $SkirtTask2 is 1>>[[Task Skirt Denim<-Try a skirt in the changing room]]<</if>> __Dresses__ Red floral dress-50$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/D8 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 27>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Dress1 is 0 and $I gt 49 and $Fem gt 26>>[[Eclipse Clothing Dress<-Buy dress][$I to $I - 50, $Dress1 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Dress1 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Dress1 is 0 and $I lt 50>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Black floral dress-50$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/D1 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 27>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Dress4 is 0 and $I gt 49 and $Fem gt 26>>[[Eclipse Clothing Dress<-Buy dress][$I to $I - 50, $Dress4 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Dress4 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Dress4 is 0 and $I lt 50>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Red dress-50$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/D4 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 27>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Dress2 is 0 and $I gt 49 and $Fem gt 26>>[[Eclipse Clothing Dress<-Buy dress][$I to $I - 50, $Dress2 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Dress2 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Dress2 is 0 and $I lt 50>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Black plaid dress-50$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/D7 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 27>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Dress3 is 0 and $I gt 49 and $Fem gt 26>>[[Eclipse Clothing Dress<-Buy dress][$I to $I - 50, $Dress3 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Dress3 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Dress3 is 0 and $I lt 50>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> White and black dress-50$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/D6 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 27>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Dress5 is 0 and $I gt 49 and $Fem gt 26>>[[Eclipse Clothing Dress<-Buy dress][$I to $I - 50, $Dress5 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Dress5 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Dress5 is 0 and $I lt 50>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Spotted dress-50$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/D2 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 27>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $Dress6 is 0 and $I gt 49 and $Fem gt 26>>[[Eclipse Clothing Dress<-Buy dress][$I to $I - 50, $Dress6 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Dress6 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Dress6 is 0 and $I lt 50>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>>

<<set $CountSatin to 1>>\ <<set $JenSatinDiva = ["I hope he doesn’t buy all the panties. I just unpacked a bunch.", "Eww, he’s not going to make me measure him for a bra, is he?", "He’s not going to find any boxers here…oh wait, that’s the guy you were telling me about, isn’t it?", "Can you imagine how sloppily he puts on some pantyhose? It’d be like an elephant doing surgery!", "Oh, that reminds me! Did you hear they’re making pantyhose specifically for men now?"]>>\ [[Mall<-Return to the mall]] <<if $JenLevel gt 5>>As though they thought their eyes were magnifying glasses and you were a particularly large ant, the amount of people staring at you increases the moment your foot enters the door of Satin Diva. "<<print $JenSatinDiva.random()>>” You overhear one worker whisper to her colleague.\ <<elseif $Fem lt 41 and $NoBoxers is 1>>//Since Miss $Gray cut up my boxers, maybe I should get some more underwear for myself…//\ <<elseif $Fem lt 17 and $CL[1] isnot 101>>//Maybe I should get some more panties…//\ <<elseif $Fem lt 41 and $CL[1] isnot 101>>//I could definitely do with some more panties Underwear! I mean underwear!//\ <<elseif $Fem lt 17 and $CL[1] is 101>>//My boxers are so much more comfortable than these panties//\ <<elseif $Fem lt 41 and $CL[1] is 101>>//I wish my boxers could look this pretty//\ <<elseif $Fem gt 49>>//I should definitely get some more panties since I’m wearing women's clothes all the time now. Maybe some that show off my panty lines in a pair of pants, or some that would give a pretty view up my skirt...//\<</if>> [img[Images/Satin Diva.jpg]] Panties - [[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Hosiery]] - [[Satin Diva Bra<-Bras]] - [[Satin Diva Sleepwear<-Sleepwear]] <hr> <<if $PJTask lt 10 and $PJTask gt 0>> [[Task PJ Store<-Try on some lingerie]]<</if>>\ __Panties__ Black panties-15$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/P3 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Panties3 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[Satin Diva Panties<-Buy panties][$I to $I - 15, $Panties3 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Panties3 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Panties3 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Blue panties-15$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/P8 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Panties8 is 0 and $I gt 24>>[[Satin Diva Panties<-Buy panties][$I to $I - 15, $Panties8 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Panties8 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Panties8 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Red panties-15$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/P2 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Panties2 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[Satin Diva Panties<-Buy panties][$I to $I - 15, $Panties2 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Panties2 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Panties2 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> White panties-15$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/P4 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Panties4 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[Satin Diva Panties<-Buy panties][$I to $I - 15, $Panties4 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Panties4 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Panties4 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Yellow panties-25$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/P7 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Panties7 is 0 and $I gt 24>>[[Satin Diva Panties<-Buy panties][$I to $I - 25, $Panties7 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Panties7 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Panties7 is 0 and $I lt 25>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Green panties-25$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/P9 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Panties9 is 0 and $I gt 24>>[[Satin Diva Panties<-Buy panties][$I to $I - 25, $Panties9 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Panties9 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Panties9 is 0 and $I lt 25>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Purple panties-25$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/P5 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Panties5 is 0 and $I gt 24>>[[Satin Diva Panties<-Buy panties][$I to $I - 25, $Panties5 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Panties5 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Panties5 is 0 and $I lt 25>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Blue thong-15$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/T8 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Thong8 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[Satin Diva Panties<-Buy thong][$I to $I - 15, $Thong8 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Thong8 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Thong8 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Black thong-15$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/T3 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Thong3 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[Satin Diva Panties<-Buy thong][$I to $I - 15, $Thong3 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Thong3 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Thong3 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Pink and black garter panties-40$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/P41 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 33>>You're not confident enough to buy these\ <<elseif $GarterPanties1 is 0 and $I gt 39 and $Fem gt 32>>[[Satin Diva Panties<-Buy garter panties][$I to $I - 40, $GarterPanties1 to 1]]\ <<elseif $GarterPanties1 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $GarterPanties1 is 0 and $I lt 40>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Red and black garter panties-40$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/P12 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 33>>You're not confident enough to buy these\ <<elseif $GarterPanties2 is 0 and $I gt 39 and $Fem gt 32>>[[Satin Diva Panties<-Buy garter panties][$I to $I - 40, $GarterPanties2 to 1]]\ <<elseif $GarterPanties2 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $GarterPanties2 is 0 and $I lt 40>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>>

<<set $CountSatin to 2>>\ <<set $JenSatinDiva = ["I hope he doesn’t buy all the panties. I just unpacked a bunch.", "Eww, he’s not going to make me measure him for a bra, is he?", "He’s not going to find any boxers here…oh wait, that’s the guy you were telling me about, isn’t it?", "Can you imagine how sloppily he puts on some pantyhose? It’d be like an elephant doing surgery!", "Oh, that reminds me! Did you hear they’re making pantyhose specifically for men now?"]>>\ [[Mall<-Return to the mall]] <<if $JenLevel gt 5>> As though they thought their eyes were magnifying glasses and you were a particularly large ant, the amount of people staring at you increases the moment your foot enters the door of Satin Diva. "<<print $JenSatinDiva.random()>>” You overhear one worker whisper to her colleague.\ <<elseif $Fem lt 20>>Your cheeks burn at being in the lingerie store.\ <<elseif $Fem lt 41 and $CL[2] is 101>>//My socks are so much easier to put on than hosiery…and like…more comfortable too…//\ <<elseif $Fem lt 41 and $CL[2] isnot 101>>//Some of these styles are so pretty. Maybe I should get some more…to appease Miss $Gray !//\ <<elseif $Fem gt 49>>//I definitely need some more hosiery; who knows when you’ll get a ladder?!//<</if>> [img[Images/Satin Diva Hosiery.jpg]] [[Satin Diva Panties<-Panties]] - Hosiery - [[Satin Diva Bra<-Bras]] - [[Satin Diva Sleepwear<-Sleepwear]] <hr> <<if $PJTask lt 10 and $PJTask gt 0>> [[Task PJ Store<-Try on some lingerie]]<</if>>\ __Hosiery__ Black tights-15$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/H2 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Tights1 is 0 and $I gt 14>>[[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Buy tights][$I to $I - 15, $Tights1 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Tights1 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Tights1 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Blue tights-15$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/H1 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $I gt 14 and $Tights2 is 0>>[[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Buy tights][$Tights2 to 1, $I to $I - 15]]\ <<elseif $Tights2 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Tights2 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Green tights-15$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/H4 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $I gt 14 and $Tights4 is 0>>[[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Buy tights][$Tights4 to 1, $I to $I - 15]]\ <<elseif $Tights4 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Tights4 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Pink tights-15$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/H3 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $I gt 14 and $Tights3 is 0>>[[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Buy tights][$Tights3 to 1, $I to $I - 15]]\ <<elseif $Tights3 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Tights3 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Black pantyhose-10$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/H11 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy these\ <<elseif $Pantyhose1 is 0 and $I gt 9 and $A is 0>>[[Meet Alex<-Buy pantyhose][$I to $I - 10, $Pantyhose1 to 1, $PantyhoseTask to 2]]\ <<elseif $Pantyhose1 is 0 and $I gt 9>>[[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Buy pantyhose][$I to $I - 10, $Pantyhose1 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Pantyhose1 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Pantyhose1 is 0 and $I lt 10>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Nude pantyhose-10$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/H12 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy these\ <<elseif $Pantyhose2 is 0 and $I gt 9 and $A is 0>>[[Meet Alex<-Buy pantyhose][$I to $I - 10, $Pantyhose2 to 1, $PantyhoseTask to 2]]\ <<elseif $Pantyhose2 is 0 and $I gt 9>>[[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Buy pantyhose][$I to $I - 10, $Pantyhose2 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Pantyhose2 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Pantyhose2 is 0 and $I lt 10>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Fishnet pantyhose A-10$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/H15 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy these\ <<elseif $Pantyhose3 is 0 and $I gt 9 and $A is 0>>[[Meet Alex<-Buy pantyhose][$I to $I - 10, $Pantyhose3 to 1, $PantyhoseTask to 2]]\ <<elseif $Pantyhose3 is 0 and $I gt 9>>[[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Buy pantyhose][$I to $I - 10, $Pantyhose3 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Pantyhose3 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Pantyhose3 is 0 and $I lt 10>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Fishnet pantyhose B-10$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/H16 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy these\ <<elseif $Pantyhose4 is 0 and $I gt 9 and $A is 0>>[[Meet Alex<-Buy pantyhose][$I to $I - 10, $Pantyhose4 to 1, $PantyhoseTask to 2]]\ <<elseif $Pantyhose4 is 0 and $I gt 9>>[[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Buy pantyhose][$I to $I - 10, $Pantyhose4 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Pantyhose4 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Pantyhose4 is 0 and $I lt 10>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Patterned fishnet pantyhose-10$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/H17 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy these\ <<elseif $Pantyhose7 is 0 and $I gt 9 and $A is 0>>[[Meet Alex<-Buy pantyhose][$I to $I - 10, $Pantyhose7 to 1, $PantyhoseTask to 2]]\ <<elseif $Pantyhose7 is 0 and $I gt 9>>[[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Buy pantyhose][$I to $I - 10, $Pantyhose7 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Pantyhose7 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Pantyhose7 is 0 and $I lt 10>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Black and purple striped pantyhose-10$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/H14 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy these\ <<elseif $Pantyhose8 is 0 and $I gt 9 and $A is 0>>[[Meet Alex<-Buy pantyhose][$I to $I - 10, $Pantyhose8 to 1, $PantyhoseTask to 2]]\ <<elseif $Pantyhose8 is 0 and $I gt 9>>[[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Buy pantyhose][$I to $I - 10, $Pantyhose8 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Pantyhose8 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Pantyhose8 is 0 and $I lt 10>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Blue floral pantyhose-10$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/H13 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 26>>You're not confident enough to buy these\ <<elseif $Pantyhose6 is 0 and $I gt 9 and $A is 0>>[[Meet Alex<-Buy pantyhose][$I to $I - 10, $Pantyhose6 to 1, $PantyhoseTask to 2]]\ <<elseif $Pantyhose6 is 0 and $I gt 9>>[[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Buy pantyhose][$I to $I - 10, $Pantyhose6 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Pantyhose6 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Pantyhose6 is 0 and $I lt 10>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Black stockings-25$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/H10 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 33>>You're not confident enough to buy these\ <<elseif $I gt 24 and $Stockings1 is 0>>[[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Buy stockings][$I to $I - 25, $Stockings1 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Stockings1 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Stockings1 is 0 and $I lt 25>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Opaque stockings-25$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/H7 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 33>>You're not confident enough to buy these\ <<elseif $I gt 24 and $Stockings2 is 0>>[[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Buy stockings][$I to $I - 25, $Stockings2 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Stockings2 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Stockings2 is 0 and $I lt 25>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Nude stockings-25$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/H6 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 33>>You're not confident enough to buy these\ <<elseif $I gt 24 and $Stockings3 is 0>>[[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Buy stockings][$I to $I - 25, $Stockings3 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Stockings3 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Stockings3 is 0 and $I lt 25>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Pink stockings-25$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/H8 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 33>>You're not confident enough to buy these\ <<elseif $I gt 24 and $Stockings4 is 0>>[[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Buy stockings][$I to $I - 25, $Stockings4 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Stockings4 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Stockings4 is 0 and $I lt 25>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Blue stockings-25$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/H9 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 33>>You're not confident enough to buy these\ <<elseif $I gt 24 and $Stockings6 is 0>>[[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Buy stockings][$I to $I - 25, $Stockings6 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Stockings6 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Stockings6 is 0 and $I lt 25>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> Fishnet stockings-25$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/H5 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 33>>You're not confident enough to buy these\ <<elseif $I gt 24 and $Stockings5 is 0>>[[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Buy stockings][$I to $I - 25, $Stockings5 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Stockings5 is 1>>You already own these\ <<elseif $Stockings5 is 0 and $I lt 25>>You don't have enough money for these<</if>> __Suspenders__ Black garter belt-30$ <<if $Fem lt 33>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $I gt 29 and $Garter1 is 0>>[[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Buy garter belt][$I to $I - 30, $Garter1 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Garter1 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Garter1 is 0 and $I lt 30>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Red garter belt-30$ <<if $Fem lt 33>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $I gt 29 and $Garter2 is 0>>[[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Buy garter belt][$I to $I - 30, $Garter2 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Garter2 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Garter2 is 0 and $I lt 30>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Pink garters-30$ <<if $Fem lt 33>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $I gt 29 and $Garter3 is 0>>[[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Buy garters][$I to $I - 30, $Garter3 to 1]]\ <<elseif $Garter3 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Garter3 is 0 and $I lt 30>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>>

<<set $CountSatin to 3>>\ <<set $JenSatinDiva = ["I hope he doesn’t buy all the panties. I just unpacked a bunch.", "Eww, he’s not going to make me measure him for a bra, is he?", "He’s not going to find any boxers here…oh wait, that’s the guy you were telling me about, isn’t it?", "Can you imagine how sloppily he puts on some pantyhose? It’d be like an elephant doing surgery!", "Oh, that reminds me! Did you hear they’re making pantyhose specifically for men now?"]>>\ [[Mall<-Return to the mall]] <<if $JenLevel gt 5>>As though they thought their eyes were magnifying glasses and you were a particularly large ant, the amount of people staring at you increases the moment your foot enters the door of Satin Diva. "<<print $JenSatinDiva.random()>>” You overhear one worker whisper to her colleague.\ <<elseif $Pills gt 12>>//I could so with some more bras; I don’t want anyone to see my nipples!//\ <<elseif $Pills gt 4>>Now that you have breasts of your own, it might be prudent to ensure you have enough bras to help support your newfound boobs.\ <<elseif $Pills lt 5>>//These contraptions looks so uncomfortable. How could you wear one all day?//<</if>> [img[Images/Satin Diva Bra.jpg]] [[Satin Diva Panties<-Panties]] - [[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Hosiery]] - Bras - [[Satin Diva Sleepwear<-Sleepwear]] <hr> <<if $PJTask lt 10 and $PJTask gt 0>> [[Task PJ Store<-Try on some lingerie]]<</if>>\ __Bras__ Pink sports bra-15$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/BRA11 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 25 and $SportsBraOrder is 0>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $I gt 14 and $SportsBra1 is 0>>[[Satin Diva Bra<-Buy sports bra][$SportsBra1 to 1, $I to $I - 15]]\ <<elseif $SportsBra1 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $SportsBra1 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Blue sports bra-15$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/BRA18 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 25 and $SportsBraOrder is 0>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $I gt 14 and $SportsBra8 is 0>>[[Satin Diva Bra<-Buy sports bra][$SportsBra8 to 1, $I to $I - 15]]\ <<elseif $SportsBra8 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $SportsBra8 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Purple sports bra-15$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/BRA17 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 25 and $SportsBraOrder is 0>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $I gt 14 and $SportsBra5 is 0>>[[Satin Diva Bra<-Buy sports bra][$SportsBra5 to 1, $I to $I - 15]]\ <<elseif $SportsBra5 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $SportsBra5 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Black bra - 15$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/BRA3 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 31>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $I gt 14 and $Bra3 is 0>>[[Satin Diva Bra<-Buy bra][$Bra3 to 1, $I to $I - 15]]\ <<elseif $Bra3 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Bra3 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Blue bra - 15$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/BRA8 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 31>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $I gt 14 and $Bra8 is 0>>[[Satin Diva Bra<-Buy bra][$Bra8 to 1, $I to $I - 15]]\ <<elseif $Bra8 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Bra8 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Red bra - 15$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/BRA2 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 31>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $I gt 14 and $Bra2 is 0>>[[Satin Diva Bra<-Buy bra][$Bra2 to 1, $I to $I - 15]]\ <<elseif $Bra2 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Bra2 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> White bra - 15$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/BRA4 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 31>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $I gt 14 and $Bra4 is 0>>[[Satin Diva Bra<-Buy bra][$Bra4 to 1, $I to $I - 15]]\ <<elseif $Bra4 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Bra4 is 0 and $I lt 15>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Yellow bra - 25$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/BRA7 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 31>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $I gt 24 and $Bra7 is 0>>[[Satin Diva Bra<-Buy bra][$Bra7 to 1, $I to $I - 25]]\ <<elseif $Bra7 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Bra7 is 0 and $I lt 25>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Green bra - 25$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/BRA9 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 31>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $I gt 24 and $Bra9 is 0>>[[Satin Diva Bra<-Buy bra][$Bra9 to 1, $I to $I - 25]]\ <<elseif $Bra9 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Bra9 is 0 and $I lt 25>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Purple bra - 25$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/BRA5 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 31>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $I gt 24 and $Bra5 is 0>>[[Satin Diva Bra<-Buy bra][$Bra5 to 1, $I to $I - 25]]\ <<elseif $Bra5 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Bra5 is 0 and $I lt 25>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Pink and black bra - 25$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/BRA6 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 31>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $I gt 24 and $Bra6 is 0>>[[Satin Diva Bra<-Buy bra][$Bra6 to 1, $I to $I - 25]]\ <<elseif $Bra6 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $Bra6 is 0 and $I lt 25>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>>

<<set $CountSatin to 4>>\ <<set $JenSatinDiva = ["I hope he doesn’t buy all the panties. I just unpacked a bunch.", "Eww, he’s not going to make me measure him for a bra, is he?", "He’s not going to find any boxers here…oh wait, that’s the guy you were telling me about, isn’t it?", "Can you imagine how sloppily he puts on some pantyhose? It’d be like an elephant doing surgery!", "Oh, that reminds me! Did you hear they’re making pantyhose specifically for men now?"]>>\ [[Mall<-Return to the mall]] <<if $JenLevel gt 5>>As though they thought their eyes were magnifying glasses and you were a particularly large ant, the amount of people staring at you increases the moment your foot enters the door of Satin Diva. "<<print $JenSatinDiva.random()>>” You overhear one worker whisper to her colleague.\ <<elseif $Fem lt 28>>//Why is women’s sleepwear so strange? Some of these things are so tiny, but some of them are so long. You’d trip on half of these gowns!//\ <<elseif $Fem lt 49>>//Some of these are really pretty…//\ <<elseif $Fem gt 49 and $Home lte 2 and $Home gt 0>>//Maybe I should get some new sleepwear. It’d be better than seeing Miss $Gray and $Hannah when I’m in my panties//\ <<elseif $Fem gt 49 and $Home lte 4 and $Home gt 0>>//Maybe I should get some new sleepwear. $Ash would certainly approve of it, and it’s not like she’d let me sleep in pants and a t-shirt anyway…//\ <<elseif $Fem gt 49 and $Home is 5>>//Maybe I should get some new sleepwear. $Jen would certainly appreciate it...//\ <<elseif $Fem gt 49 and $Home is 6>>//Maybe I should get some new sleepwear - $Jen 's couch would feel even better if I'm wearing something soft...//<</if>> [img[Images/Satin Diva.jpg]] [[Satin Diva Panties<-Panties]] - [[Satin Diva Hosiery<-Hosiery]] - [[Satin Diva Bra<-Bras]] - Sleepwear <hr> <<if $PJTask lt 10 and $PJTask gt 0>> [[Task PJ Store<-Try on some lingerie]]<</if>>\ __Sleepwear__ Pink nightdress-40$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/Sleep1 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 28>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $A is 1 and $PJ1 is 0>>[[Alex 2<-Buy sleepwear][$I to $I - 40, $PJ1 to 1]]\ <<elseif $PJ1 is 0 and $I gt 39>>[[Satin Diva Sleepwear<-Buy sleepwear][$I to $I - 40, $PJ1 to 1]]\ <<elseif $PJ1 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $PJ1 is 0 and $I lt 40>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> White nightgown-40$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/Sleep3 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 28>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $A is 1 and $PJ2 is 0>>[[Alex 2<-Buy sleepwear][$I to $I - 40, $PJ2 to 1]]\ <<elseif $PJ2 is 0 and $I gt 39>>[[Satin Diva Sleepwear<-Buy sleepwear][$I to $I - 40, $PJ2 to 1]]\ <<elseif $PJ2 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $PJ2 is 0 and $I lt 40>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Purple top and shorts-40$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/Sleep4 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 28>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $A is 1 and $PJ3 is 0>>[[Alex 2<-Buy sleepwear][$I to $I - 40, $PJ3 to 1]]\ <<elseif $PJ3 is 0 and $I gt 39>>[[Satin Diva Sleepwear<-Buy sleepwear][$I to $I - 40, $PJ3 to 1]]\ <<elseif $PJ3 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $PJ3 is 0 and $I lt 40>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>> Pink babydoll-40$ <<button "Display">><<run UI.alert('<img src="Images/C/Sleep5 400.jpg">')>><</button>> <<if $Fem lt 28>>You're not confident enough to buy this\ <<elseif $A is 1 and $PJ4 is 0>>[[Alex 2<-Buy sleepwear][$I to $I - 40, $PJ4 to 1]]\ <<elseif $PJ4 is 0 and $I gt 39>>[[Satin Diva Sleepwear<-Buy sleepwear][$I to $I - 40, $PJ4 to 1]]\ <<elseif $PJ4 is 1>>You already own this\ <<elseif $PJ4 is 0 and $I lt 40>>You don't have enough money for this<</if>>

[[Mall<-Return to the rest of the mall]] There’s a large expanse of stores you’d normally write off visiting out of their relative uselessness - your life is so dedicated to being a sissy slave, and a maid, that a candle shop hardly seems useful. But with much of $Hannah and Miss $Gray ‘s wedding preparations resting in your hands, there is plenty of reason why you’d benefit from shopping around. Of course, there might even be things that can’t be found in the mall. <<if $WPLimo is 0>>[[WP Limo<-Limo rental stall]]<<else>>[[WP LimoB<-Limo rental stall]]<</if>> <<if $WPDJ is 0>>[[WP DJ<-Man handing out CDs]]\ <<else>>[[WP DJB<-Lil’ PP]]<</if>> <<if $WPMonster is 0>>[[WP Monster<-Monster truck]]<<else>>[[WP MonsterB<-Monster truck]]<</if>> [[WP Flowers<-Flower shop]] [[WP Photographer<-Photographer's studio]] <<if $WPViolin is 0>>[[WP Violin<-Busking violinist]]\ <<else>>[[WP ViolinB<-Busking violinist]]<</if>> [[WP Cash Creators<-Cash Creators]]

There’s a stall set up in the middle of a corridor. A single, well dressed man in a tuxedo operates, and he gives you a smile at noticing you approach. “Hi there. What are you looking to hire a limousine for? A prom? Business event? Wedding?” “A wedding.” “Ah, we offer special services on your special day. We can offer champagne, extra long limousines if you’ll be traveling with a lot of guests, convertible limousines, and we have one limousine available with an integrated pool. We even have a deal with a local church, allowing you to be married by a priest in the limo itself.” “How much for a basic house to venue limo?” “For distances under 5 miles, it’s 200$. Past that, it’s an extra 20$ per mile, but during busy 1-7pm hours, it’s an extra 5$ per mile, and that gets doubled to 10$ per mile on a Saturday. Bank holidays are an extra 10$ per mile. If you get married in a venue owned by a company we are sponsored by, we can offer a 15% discount off the per mile fee. If your limousine’s mileage reaches a multiple of 10000 during your travel, we offer a 50% discount off your whole package.” “It’ll be under 5 miles on a Saturday.” “Alright, that will be…” he scribbles a couple of digits down. “200$.” <<if $I gt 199>>[[WP LimoB<-Pay 200$][$I to $I - 200, $H to $H + 1, $WPLimo to 1]] <<else>>You don’t have enough money to pay for that<</if>> [[WP<-Leave]]

<<if $WPLimo is 1>><<set $WPLimo to 2>>”Excellent. I’ll just need you to fill in a few documents, it won’t take a minute.” Though he immediately takes your cash, he manages to spread that minute to an hour. When you’re done, it’s a relief to get away from the guy.\ <<elseif $WPLimo is 2>>”Hi, we still can’t wait to give you our premium service on our special day. Is there anything more I can help you with?”<</if>> [[WP<-Return]]

There’s a terrifying big monster truck parked in the middle of the corridor. While you’re pondering the mystery of how on earth they got it in here, one of the men beside it, smiling, walks over to you. “She’s a beast, isn’t she?” He encourages you to stand next to it, where the top of your head barely meets the bottom of the door. “It’s incredible. Can you drive it on the road?” “It requires a special license, but yes ma’am.” He laughs. “Are you interested in renting it?” “Renting it?” “Plenty of people do - for weddings, metal concerts, to piss off their neighbors with how loud they roar. We have this one guy who rents it the first Monday of every month, just to block a coworker in his parking spot.” “How much would it cost?” “Mileage dependant, it’s about 50$ hour, and that includes a driver. What would you be hiring it for, if you don’t mind me asking?” “A wedding.” “Easy stuff. Unless you’re far away from the venue, that’s a simple 50$ price tag.” It’s certainly a reasonable price for what you’re looking for. <<if $I gt 49>>[[WP MonsterB<-Agree][$I to $I - 50, $M to $M + 30, $WPMonster to 1]]\ <<else>>You can’t afford that<</if>> [[WP<-Leave]]

<<if $WPMonster is 1>><<set $WPMonster to 2>>He asks you to sign a couple of documents, and you confirm the payment with him. After a gracious handshake, you’re able to go about the rest of your day.\ <<elseif $WPMonster is 2>>”Hey hey hey! We can’t wait to help you on your sis’ wedding day. I’m sure she’ll love our huge truck.”<</if>> [[WP<-Continue]]

[[WP<-Return]] “Hey there, welcome to Cash Creators. For legal reasons, I’m obligated to say that we don’t print cash.” A clerk laughs, though not enough to indicate he’s actually joking. <<if $WPBoombox is 0>>[[WP Boombox<-Investigate the boombox]]<<else>>You've already purchased the boombox<</if>> <<if $WPTrikes is 0>>[[WP Trikes<-Investigate the trikes]]<<else>>You've already purchased the set of trikes<</if>> <<if $WPCactus is 0>>[[WP Cactus<-Investigate the potted cactus]]<<else>>You’ve already purchased the potted cactus<</if>>

The boombox has certainly seen better days - half the knobs are broken off entirely or are at least partially chipped in some way. The handle is broken on one side, and the screen to display the current track, volume, and other relevant information barely flicks when the power is turned on. Importantly, though, it still plays music. “I can let you have it for 50$, and as a bonus, I’ll throw in a few CDs we have laying around too. What do you say?” <<if $I gt 49>>[[WP Cash Creators<-Purchase the boombox][$I to $I - 50, $WPBoombox to 2]]\ <<else>>You don’t have enough money to buy the boombox<</if>> [[WP Cash Creators<-Decline]]

“What’s the deal with these?” You ask the clerk who’s following you around like Gollum; close enough to detect, but enough to know his location just based on noise. “We’ve had these trikes for years now. Can’t get rid of them frankly.” The smallest inspection would collaborate his story. Most of the non plastic parts are rusted so much that they look naturally brown, and even in this shop, they’ve accumulated a noticeable layer of dust, though the clerk tries to swipe it away when you’re not looking. There’s 3 of them in total, all painted in childish reds, yellows, blues and greens. “Ain’t much use unless you’ve got a little scamper of your own, but I could give you the whole set for 35$.” It’s probably not what they had in mind, but Miss $Gray and $Hannah did specify they needed transportation to the venue. These fall under that classification, though with significantly less wheels than what they envisioned. <<if $I gt 34>>[[WP Cash Creators<-Purchase the trikes][$I to $I - 35, $WPTrikes to 2]]\ <<else>>You don’t have enough money to buy the trikes<</if>> [[WP Cash Creators<-Decline]]

On a shelf, doomed to live a life void of sunlight, there’s two cacti, each stuck in their own pot. It’d be a miracle if they were actually watered at any point since they started calling Cash Creators their home, though they do look in decent shape. “You’re eyeing Salt and Pepper?” The clerk inquires, subtly reorienting the pots to show off the cacti’s best side. As it turns out, they don’t have one, so he gives up rotating them. “Salt and Pepper arrived here after a certain someone’s wife *ahem* thought they were ordering fake plants, so we just left them out and hoped someone would take interest in them. They cost us 10$ for the two, so I’ll let you have them for 10$. Wait…” he panics “they actually cost us 20$, so you’ll be getting half off! What do you say?” Miss $Gray did want something special for their flowers. You have no idea if cacti are technically considered flowers, but surely they’re close enough to pretend you thought they were. At the end of the day, they’ll be annoyed that you bought them cacti to use as flowers, not because of your poor understanding of herbology. <<if $I gt 9>>[[WP Cash Creators<-Purchase the cacti][$I to $I - 10, $WPCactus to 2]]\ <<else>>You don’t have enough money to buy the cacti<</if>> [[WP Cash Creators<-Decline]]

[[WP<-Return]] The flower shop is immediately a chaotic stir fry of scents that couldn’t be identified. Simultaneously, it causes you to feel tired, turned on, and like you need to pee. Trying to ignore that odd mix of feelings, a clerk approaches you, welcoming you with a disarming smile. “Hi, I’m Mary Gold. Are you looking for any flowers in particular?” “I need some for a wedding, and I need a pair.” “A wedding? How exciting! We have a bunch that are suitable for weddings, let me show you through the collection.” On the tour, she highlights any that she particularly recommends, but for you, it ultimately comes down to price. The flowers that are 80$ are certainly nicer than the ones that cost 20$, but are they nice enough to justify the price? Miss $Gray would certainly argue so. Meanwhile, were $Hannah in charge of this part of the planning, she’d probably buy the whole floristry. “So, does anything stand out to you?” Expensive flowers - 160$/pair <<if $WPFlowersExpensive is 2>>You’ve already bought these flowers\ <<elseif $I gt 159>>[[WP Flowers<-Buy flowers][$I to $I - 160, $WPFlowersExpensive to 2]]\ <<else>>You don’t have enough money for the flowers<</if>> Cheap flowers - 40$/pair <<if $WPFlowersCheap is 2>>You’ve already bought these flowers\ <<elseif $I gt 39>>[[WP Flowers<-Buy flowers][$I to $I - 40, $WPFlowersCheap to 2]]\ <<else>>You don’t have enough money for the flowers<</if>>

With seemingly little luck, there’s a man handing out unmarked CDs in the mall. He smiles at you showing him the slightest bit of attention. “Hi, I just made this awesome tune, you should check it out.” He hands you one of the discs. “You make music?” “It’s my passion, man, I love it. I’ve been trying to get a job DJing for months now, but I’ve had no luck.” He sighs. “I can’t clean toilets forever, you know what I mean? I’ve even told venues I’ll do it for free, but no one’s interested.” “What’s your name?” “Well, since you asked so nicely, it's Philip, but my stage name is Lil’ PP.” Contemplating the CD in your hand, you’re certain you have no way to play the anachronistic medium, but you do have the opportunity to give him some good fortune, and maybe he could snowball that into something even greater. Of course, you have no reason to think why Miss $Gray or $Hannah might enjoy a DJ as opposed to something a little more traditional, but then again, if they wanted it to be what they wanted to the most minute detail, they should have arranged music themself. [[WP DJB<-Ask him to DJ at the wedding][$WPDJ to 1]] [[WP<-Leave]]

<<if $WPDJ is 1>><<set $WPDJ to 2, $M to $M + 30>>“You know, my sister is having a wedding soon. I’m sure she’d love it if you turned up and played some music.” “You’re serious?” His jaw drops wide, and his eyes attempt to go just as agape. “Man, that’s awesome! I get to play a wedding? For real?” He wraps his arms around you. “This is the best thing I’ve heard in weeks. I promise, I won’t let you down. I’ll turn up in a suit and everything.” After exchanging contact info, you depart, having made his day. Of course, if you went back on your words and didn’t let him play at the wedding, you’d crush his heart, and probably make him give up on his dream entirely.\ <<elseif $WPDJ is 2>>“Ayy, there she is!” Lil’ PP yells, welcoming you with open arms and an infectious smile. He’s still on his grind, handing out CDs to anyone with a hand to take them. You talk for a while, with him asking details about the wedding that are awkward to go into. You’re not just there for the bride, but for the other bride too. Explaining how your step sister and teacher fell in love leaves you stumped as much as it does him, and neither can you explain why they entrusted you to arrange the music, or numerous other things. You almost mumble something about being their sissy maid, but you catch yourself before making that embarrassing error.<</if>> [[WP<-Return]]

With an open case in front of him, a violist barely sees you approach. His eyes are shut, and even to an ignoramus about such things like yourself, it’s easy to tell he’s concentrating on playing, or is just really enjoying it. Once he finishes the piece of music he’s beautifully playing, he opens his eyes, and attempts to hide his surprise at someone standing beside him. “You’re really good.” “Thank you, that’s really sweet to say.” “Do you play in the mall often?” “Eh, a little, it’s just another form of practice to me. My main job is playing in a quartet. We don’t typically get a lot of bookings in the day, so I busy myself here.” Recognizing that a string quartet might be the optimal answer to Miss $Gray and $Hannah ‘s demands for live music, you immediately pounce. “My step sister is having a wedding shortly. Would it be possible to book you?” “Certainly, we’ll just need to check dates.” After messaging his fellow musicians about their own bookings, he confirms they will be available for the wedding. “For a couple hours on a Saturday, that will be 250$. Internally you balk at the price, but for 4 well trained musicians, it’s certainly fair. What’s not fair is how Miss $Gray and $Hannah expected you to organize so much of the wedding without so much as a voucher. <<if $I gt 249>>[[WP ViolinB<-Agree][$I to $I - 250, $M to $M + 30, $WPViolin to 1]]\ <<else>>You can’t afford that price<</if>> [[WP<-Leave]]

<<if $WPViolin is 1>><<set $WPViolin to 2>>You agree on the payment, and the man eagerly shakes your hand, promising that you won’t regret your decision. 250$ lighter, you leave. Any expense that great is always a punch in the gut, but it is one that your housemates should appreciate, though whether they will actually express that or not, is a mystery.\ <<elseif $WPViolin is 2>>The violinist’s heart wrenching playing might bring you to tears if you stand around him any longer. Despite the fact that it’s your step sister getting married, the only thing you might be looking forward to at the wedding is the music.<</if>> [[WP<-Return]]

The photography store, based on the advertising, offers printing, in store photoshoots, and a photographer for events, presumably at escalating prices. “Hi there, how can we help you today?” A young woman asks you from behind a desk. She ignores her computer screen to pay you closer attention, welcoming you with kind eyes to approach. “My step sister is getting married soon, and I need to arrange a photographer.” “Great!” After checking the dates against a calendar, she confirms her availability. “That Saturday should be no problem. For a ceremony that long, it will be…” She totals up some numbers on a sheet of paper, eventually arriving at “80$.” <<if $I gt 79>>[[WP PhotographerB<-Agree to the price][$I to $I - 80, $H to $H + 1, $WPPhotographer to 1]]\ <<else>>You can’t afford that<</if>> [[WP<-Leave]]

<<if $WPPhotographer is 1>><<set $WPPhotographer to 2, $S to $S - 1>>It takes a while to confirm all the details and exchange information, but the process is surprisingly pleasant. “So your step sister is getting married? Based on how nice you are, the groom must be a lucky gentleman.” “Bride.” You correct. //And I’d be surprised if Miss $Gray gives a damn about “luck”// “Well, a lucky bride, then. I’m always curious to hear these stories - how did they meet?” “She’s my teacher.” “Aww, that is so cute.” She presses a hand against her chest. “You must feel so special, bringing two people together like that.” //“Cursed” is the word you’re looking for// “Yes, I’m so happy to have brought such joy into both their lives.” You reply. “So did she call home after you forgot to do your homework one too many times?” //Less homework, more panty stealing// You shrug your shoulders, smiling innocently. “I can be so silly sometimes.” “But it must be so nice, having your teacher be so close to you. If you ever need any help, it’s just a room away.” //That’s the attitude they have towards me// “I don’t know what I did to be so lucky.” “If you’re arranging this, you must be looking forward to it yourself.” //I wonder how many tires I would have to slash to stop the wedding from happening…// “You know, I think I’m looking forward to it more than they are.” You laugh. “Are they going anywhere nice for the honeymoon?” //I…I don’t know. I do hope so - a week without them would be heavenly// “Spain.”\ <<else>>“Hey, $name .” The familiar photographer welcomes, and you feel honored that she would actually care enough to remember your name. She’s happy to talk for a while, but she inevitably has to return to her work, and you thank her for her time.<</if>> [[WP<-Return]]

As you’re just exiting the main building of Farrix, your attention gets caught by a student. She’s equipped with a camera, and is squatting down to get the right angle at some of the trees nearby. Though she’s taking a lot of pictures (you assume, based on the number of clicks you hear), she doesn’t seem to be satisfied with them. Evidently, she hears you nearby, as she quickly turns around, blushing slightly at realizing someone was watching her. [img[Images/Camera.jpg]] Since it’s you that flustered her, you decide it’s your responsibility to apologize, and attempt to make the situation less awkward. “You do photography?” “Mhm.” She curtly replies, taking time to check out some of the pictures she took. “I’m just bored of doing nature all the time, but I don’t know what else to do. Are you interested in photography at all?” “Me? Not really.” It’s hard to find the time for even anime or games these days, given how busy you’re kept by your mistress and maid duties. “I wish I was into something that cool.” She giggles at your response. “That’s so kind of you to say. It’s really quite simple. Look.” She approaches, and lets you see some of the shots she’s taken. Though many of them are identical to a lay person like yourself, it’s clear to see the girl has skill. “Say, if you don’t mind, would you maybe be okay with me taking some pictures of you? I’ve been wanting a human subject for so long - cats just run away if I get too close.” She laughs. [[Photo Student B<-Agree]] [[Photo Student Decline<-Decline]]

<<set $Var1 to 0>>\ “Sure, that sounds like fun.” With how much time you’re forced to put into your appearance compared to when you were a guy, it’s nice for someone to acknowledge your looks. The offer alone is flattering, but considering you’d only be doing the dishes or ironing clothing otherwise, it’s an easy thing to accept. “Awesome, I’m sure you’ll be a great model.” She guides you over to some trees, where she has you pose in a myriad of positions, occasionally taking a more physical role in telling you where to place your hands, or how to position one leg in front of the other. [img[Images/Trees.jpg]] “These are turning out great. I can’t wait to show my photography teacher.” “There’s a photography class?” “You didn’t know?” “No. The coolest thing I get to do is philosophy.” “That’s still pretty cool. Maybe you’ll be able to do something more fun like drama or photography next year.” “If Miss $Gray lets me make it until then.” The words spill out of your mouth like water, and it’s too late to retract them. “Miss $Gray ? I think I know her. Always wears heels? Red nails? Hardass with the hard ass?” “That’s her.” “I’ve only seen her a couple of times, but I did expect she'd be one of those painful teachers to have.” “You’re not wrong. I could write essays for her about how much she’s ruined my life.” “I think it’s important to not blow things out of proportion - she’s just one teacher you have a few hours a week. You can’t give her more power than that.” “It’s a little more complicated than that. She’s engaged to my step sister.” “Huh.” She pauses the image capturing to reflect on what she’s just heard. “That’s certainly interesting.” “Guess who paints those nails of hers red?” “Your step sister must be very beautiful, or have a great personality, then.” “Her personality has taken a hit ever since hooking up with Miss $Gray .” The girl bursts out laughing. “That adds up. But come on, you have to agree, Miss $Gray is pretty hot. I’d put her as the 2nd sexiest teacher in school.” ““2nd?” Who’s the first?” “Mr Hawt, of course.” “Everyone’s crazy about him. I’m surprised anyone in my class gets any work done when they’re so busy swooning over him.” “You actually have him? Aww, you’re so lucky. I have to wait outside his room to “run” into him between classes. Like the gentleman he is, he always picks up everything I dropped. His ass is almost as nice as Miss $Gray ‘s too.” “Please, I was having fun not thinking about her.” You giggle. “Come on” she pleads. “You can’t say her juicy derriere isn’t great. Even if you have to see her at your family gatherings, you can’t deny that she’s hot. The question is, do you think she’s sexier than Mr Hawt?” [[Photo Student C<-Mr Hawt is sexier][$Var1 to 1]] [[Photo Student C<-Mr Hawt is less sexy][$Var1 to 2]]

“Sorry.” Just one word makes it awkward, so you manufacture an excuse. “I’ve got to get home and do chores.” It’s not a very creative excuse, but it is a somewhat true one. She shrugs her shoulders. “Don’t worry about it. It was nice meeting you.” She returns to taking pictures of trees and the occasional bird or insect. She seemed nice, and nice people are really a rarity for you to talk to these days. Even if it meant getting home a bit later, it might have been worth humoring her just for the pleasant company. A pretty face and good conversation isnot something you get from your mop, though it is something you can see in the puddle you’re cleaning. [[12-3f<-Continue][$H to 16]]

<<if $Var1 is 1>>You blush before even saying it. Though you met him when you were a definitive, undeniable guy, you fell for the same trap that everyone who attends Farrix Academy for Girls does: falling for Mr Hawt. He’s the nicest teacher one could ask for, with an ass to rival a squat purist, and - if the wall art is to be believed - incredible abs. When his face is his 4th best feature, you know he’s money. Even thinking about him now almost sends you into a thoughtless land of drooling. “Mr Hawt is definitely hotter.” “I knew it. There’s just no competition. I swear, the other day in gym class, I heard some girls chatting about making a Mr Hawt fan club. I can just imagine how cutely he’d smile at hearing such a compliment.” “He’s going to need to take out a restraining order by the end of the year.” You sigh. Evidently, you have competition.\ <<elseif $Var1 is 2>>You take a strange amount of pride in still saying that you consider a woman to be the hottest teacher at Farrix. Even if just for a while longer, it keeps that masculine flame inside of you alight. Of course, the very person you’re complimenting tends to blow out that flame, but still. Every aspect of her appearance is refined to a point of perfection. Her stunning nails, hands and toes, are glossy and red. Her makeup is never even the slightest bit smudged, even after 8 hours of work. Adamant on wearing heels, her legs and butt are always prioritized, but her breasts are great too. And while her dresses may not venture into slutty levels of short, they have flirted with that territory on occasion. “Miss $Gray ‘s hotter.” “I’m sorry that you’re so wrong.” She laughs. “Maybe I’d be talking differently if I actually had her. Then again, maybe I’d love Mr Hawt more if I actually had him.”<</if>> She takes a lot more pictures, and it's a pleasantly cathartic experience. This girl, whose name still remains a mystery to you, is almost giving you a therapy session, not that she’d know it. “These turned out so well, look!” She skips up to you, showing off the photos. Even after having no choice but to wear girls' clothing for a while now, it’s a shock to see yourself like this. [img[Images/Photo Student.jpg]] “Thank you so much. By the way, I’m Leah.” She seems as though she’s going to shake your hand, but opts for a hug instead. [[12-3f<-Leave][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S - 2]] [[Photo Student D<-Ask her to be a photographer for the wedding][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S - 2]]

<<set $WPPhotoStudent to 2>>\ “Actually, that wedding, between my step sister and $Hannah , they’ve asked me to plan a lot of the ceremony. Would you like to take photos for them?” Her face lights up like she suddenly remembered where she put her keys. “Are you kidding? I’d love to.” She hugs you once more. “That would be great for my portfolio. Plus, I might get to see why you hate Miss $Gray so much. Win/win!” You exchange contact information, pleased with yourself for finding an easy solution to this part of the wedding plan. After saying goodbye, you have a rare chance to say you were productive in a fun way. You’re left breathing easy after having a friendly conversation, and also making Leah’s day. [[12-3f<-Continue]]

You’re just walking out of Farrix when you’re distracted by an enticing sound - a deliberately enticing one. It takes a while to identify it at first, it’s not a sound you’ve been excited by since childhood. Was it on a TV show? Was it a famous song that was played repeatedly on the radio? No, it’s the tune of an ice cream van! You smack yourself in the head for forgetting what the simple jingle could belong to, then you realize you could actually get an ice cream. Miss $Gray and $Hannah couldn’t remove this joy from your life like they seem intent on removing all the others. <<if $I gt 4>>[[Ice CreamB<-Buy an ice cream cone][$I to $I - 5]]\ <<else>>You don’t have enough money to buy an ice cream cone //Maybe I should be doing chores instead anyway//<</if>> [[12-3f<-Leave]]

<<set $Var2 to 0>>\ [img[Images/Ice Cream.jpg]] With an eagerness unfound since you were ensnared by femininity, you dash up to the van, asking for something basic, yet unbeatable. The man in the vehicle smiles as he makes you the dairy treat, and for the brief moment of waiting, you forget about all your concerns and dreads. “Here you go.” He hands you the cone, and is ready to get back in the driver’s seat, but a leaflet plastered on the side catches your attention, and you ask him to stop. The poster promises availability at a range of events - birthday parties, graduations, weddings. Not that Miss $Gray and $Hannah would care about having such snacks on their big day, but they do need transportation. “You do weddings?” “Yes ma’am. You having one?” “Not me, my step sister.” You reflect for a moment, pondering if you’re actually going to ask him to do this, but of course you are. “Would you take people to a wedding? Not many, maybe 3?” He bursts out laughing. “You want me to be a bus? I can’t say I’ve ever been asked that before.” He’s not saying no, but he does have to think about it. “You know what? Who am I to stand in the way of love? If they want my ice cream van, they can have my ice cream van.” He jots down some information about the event - dates, names, and locations. “I’ll just need a deposit. Can you do 30$?” He’s more than happy to do it at this point, but clearly needs some form of payment in order to make it secure. <<if $I gt 29>>[[Ice CreamC<-Pay the deposit][$I to $I - 30, $Var2 to 1]]\ <<else>>You can’t afford that<</if>> [[Ice CreamC<-Decline][$Var2 to 2]]

<<if $Var2 is 1>><<set $WPIceCream to 2>>Thankful for this chance encounter, you drop 30$ in notes down on his window sill, which he stores in a small lockbox. “Tell your step sister I can’t wait. Bon voyage.” He speeds off, his enticing chime already playing once more. Of course, just because you paid him to be at the wedding, doesn’t mean you actually have to use him as transport. While the look on Miss $Gray ‘s face might feel worth it at the time, the punishment that follows is bound to have you regretting that decision. Once upon a time you might have been able to rely on $Hannah understanding the humor of it, but not anymore. At the very least, your mistress would certainly get a good laugh out of it.\ <<else>>”Sorry, I just can’t pay that.” “Ah, don’t worry about it. Sometimes traditions are good, and I think turning up in a limo might make someone feel quite a bit more glamorous.” He speeds off, his enticing chime already playing once more. Your unwillingness to pay might have just saved you a fair bit of torment. There’s no way $Hannah or Miss $Gray would appreciate the humor of riding to their wedding in an ice cream van. It’d be a short giggle for you, followed by a long, long session of corporal punishment. And if Miss $Gray ever did have any intention of letting you out of your chastity cage, it would melt like the ice cream you’d offer her.<</if>> [img[Images/Ice Cream 2.jpg]] You enjoy the rest of your creamy treat in peace, immediately feeling its almost miraculous effect on your conscious. [[12-3f<-Continue][$M to $M + 30, $S to $S - 1]]

<<set $Fem to $Fem + 1>>\ <<set $CK[0] to 0>>\ You step sister, or at least the woman you used to recognize as such, shoves, slaps, and kicks you out the house. Along the way, she tears off your pajamas, even using them to scoop you off your feet, and using your huge height disadvantage to wrestle them off completely, throwing them behind her, out of your reach. Once you’re out the door, she slams it closed, locking it behind her. No matter how much you might bang on it, plead, or poorly attempt to lock pick the mechanism, nothing opens it. Suffice to say, you’re more than regretting your decision to not do at least a few more chores the past week. Even just being in eyesight of your neighbors is mortifying, nevermind the prospect of going to Farrix, including all the people you would see on the way, and all the students that would see you in class. <<if $Tights is 1>>The only silver lining you can put your finger on is that you actually slept in a pair of tights. Their opaque nature gives you a modicum of modesty, if only slight. Your panties are still doubtlessly still visible through them, front and rear, but it’s more than what $Hannah was going to let you wear initially.\ <<elseif $Pantyhose is 1>>Your pantyhose might give you a minute amount of modesty, but it’s so little they might as well not be there. It’s like hiding your bedroom window with a really thin sheet - to anyone who actually pays attention, the cover is irrelevant. Your panties are definitely visible underneath. The biggest bonus is that they mean you don’t have the gross experience of walking barefoot all day.\ <<elseif $Stockings is 1>>Your foolish decision to go to sleep wearing stockings now bites you in the ass, as they make an already slutty display downright whorish. For anyone with even mediocre eyesight, you’re advertising yourself as a cock hungry chunk of meat made for men’s enjoyment. At the very least, it’ll be easier to pull them up without a skirt in the way.\ <<else>>Not going to bed in hosiery might have been a decision made for comfort last night, but you’re severely regretting it right now. A pair of tights would make your blushing several shades lighter. Even walking itself is going to be much less comfortable knowing your naked feet are touching the dirty floor.<</if>> <<if $Bra is 1>>Thankfully, you are wearing a bra, which should help to get eyes distracted from your chest area, even if a small bit.\ <<elseif $SportsBra is 1>>While it might be appropriate for a woman to wear a sports bra alone on her upper half, it’s generally expected she will wear something on the bottom, be it a pair of leggings or shorts, not just her underwear.\ <<elseif $Pills lt 12>>While you may not be wearing a bra, it’s not like you have a whole lot to be observed in your chest region anyway, though maybe one would be preferable for looking a small bit more natural at Farrix.\ <<elseif $Pills lt 100>>You’re definitely wishing you had a chance to grab a bra before this. Your exposed tits are stared at with the subtlety of a sledgehammer by most men, even when covered. When they’re exposed like this, they can stare all they like, and use the excuse of “staring at the freak.”<</if>> You have to be at school shortly, and so there’s no choice but to set off. You don’t even have a purse on you to get a cab. [img[Images/Walking home.jpg]] Along the way, you’re eyed incessantly by men and women, and are liable to cause a car crash if people keep rubbernecking. The students whose journey converges with yours hold no punches in their mockery. “Hey, look, it’s the sissy! I forgot there was one. I bet you he wanted to come out like that!” “No way, how much of a pathetic loser does someone have to be to do that?” “I don’t know, why don’t you ask him?” “Eww, no! I don’t want to be near that pansy.” [[Chore Punish 8B<-Continue][$M to 50]]

Unsly eyes are still on you in the unforgiving corridors of Farrix. Early groups of students have varying reactions, from “huh?” to “hah!” The teachers you do encounter have no words to offer, as they’re just as dumbfounded. You can only imagine the emails that are doing the rounds, like “re: sissy in lingerie, wtf?” [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] Entering room 68, Miss $Gray is already, so you’re offered not a single moment of reprieve from the demeaning gaze of humans. You can’t even take solace in knowing Miss $Gray has seen you in lingerie practically a thousand times, as the corners of her lips are curled too far upwards for this to be a run-of-the-mill inspection. “Your step sister really is really becoming great at understanding sissies, don’t you think?” She cackles. A defiant part of you spitefully answers, though it’s probably not the best reply. “Do you really think making me hate you will get me to do more chores?” She laughingly grunts. “Let me know if you get too cold in your panties, and I’ll move you away from the window.” The rest of the class enters. They’re very familiar with the fact they share a classroom with a sissy. They’ve witnessed your transformation in a somewhat less personal way than Miss $Gray or $Hannah have. While they may have overlooked your past as a boy when you started wearing a skirt and blouse full time, it’s moments like these that are sure to remind them that you’re not a woman; you’re a sissy. Out of fear of Miss $Gray ‘s sternness, nobody loudly mocks you, but the whispers might as well be on surround sound, and they continue throughout the entirety of the lesson. Ironically, Miss $Gray would be closer to encouraging them than to condemning them, you figure. <<if $Hosiery is 0>>Your cold butt on the hard chair does get cold through the class, but you’re too stubborn to take your teacher up on her earlier offer, were it even genuine.\ <<else>>During the class, you actually realize that your hosiery could be used as a makeshift pocket, but other than that, it’s a bitterly humiliating experience.<</if>> <<if $ButtPlug is 1>>Wearing a butt plug right now also leaves a strange sense of naughtiness about the whole thing. Even though you’re incredibly exposed, no one is the wiser as to the hard plug filling your ass. Though, if they had to guess, a fair few would speculate you were.<</if>> [[Chores Punish 8C<-Continue][$H to 12, $S to $S + 2]]

Your other lessons between Miss $Gray ‘s and lunch aren’t much of an improvement. In fact, they’re actively worse. Without the threat of Miss $Gray ‘s ire dangling over their head, you’re openly teased, bullied, ridiculed, and in a couple instances, threatened (with a pounding from their boyfriend.) Throughout those cruel hours, the thought of spending your lunch with mistress encouraged you, and so when it’s 12pm, you're finally able to breathe a little easier. <<if $AshMistress is 1>>”I saw what $Gray made you do, and I have to say.” She grabs you once she’s in the familiar site of your training. “I wish I knew we were allowed to make you turn up to school in nothing but your knickers. I would have made you do that months ago!” She sighs. “She just wanted to make you do it herself. Even where we’re supposedly equal partners in your training, she’s the one who gets to do the really fun stuff.” “Actually, mistress, it was $Hannah who suggested this as a punishment.” “A punishment? For what, stealing her panties again?” “Not doing enough chores, mistress.” “Well, that is naughty, but I do think you’d be better off taking cocks in your ass than washing dishes. Still, I’m surprised your step sis would come up with something so cruel. You used to talk about her so lovingly. I suppose I did ruin that by making you tell her you’re a sissy, but maybe that just means she never truly loved you. Not like I do, sissy.” “You love me?” Your brain immediately says it’s unworthy of such praise, but it’s hard to not blush at such a compliment. “Well, not you, as in $name , but what I’ve turned you into. Once upon a time, you were an innocent-ish young man with little more than a desire to find a place for his bone. Now, you’ve taken countless dicks, are obsessed with serving me, and are probably thinking of one of the two right now, aren’t you?” “Yes, mistress.”\ <<elseif $JenMistress is 1>>“I heard from some shocked gasps that there was a nearly naked sissy wandering around Farrix today. Can you believe that I actually had to think about who that could be for a second?” Mistress $Jen laughs. “So what happened? Pour your step sister Lucky Charms when she wanted Frosties?” “I didn’t do enough chores, mistress.” “Well why not? I can’t have her punishing you in a way that prevents you from serving me, can I? What if she decides to put you in a stockade for a day? Who’s going to give me head and serve me coffee then, hmm?” “I’m sorry mistress, I didn’t think about that.” “No, you didn’t, did you? You’re thicker than a stack of dollar bills.” She sighs. “Sometimes I think hypnotizing you was a mistake. I read somewhere that each time it happens to you, you lose 5 IQ points, and you didn’t have many to begin with.” “Huh?” “Nevermind. My point is, if you want to serve me, that means you might have to serve your step sister and Miss $Gray too. If they aren’t punishing you, that’s more time you could spend with me.”\ <<else>>”I saw what $Gray made you do, and I have to say.” She grabs you once she’s in the familiar site of your training. “I wish I knew we were allowed to make you turn up to school in nothing but your knickers. I would have made you do that months ago!” She sighs. “She just wanted to make you do it herself. Even where we’re supposedly equal partners in your training, she’s the one who gets to do the really fun stuff.” “Actually, it was $Hannah who suggested this as a punishment.” “A punishment? For what, stealing her panties again?” “Not doing enough chores.” “Well, that is naughty, but I do think you’d be better off taking cocks in your ass than washing dishes. Still, I’m surprised your step sis would come up with something so cruel. You used to talk about her so lovingly. I suppose I did ruin that by making you tell her you’re a sissy, but maybe that just means she never truly loved you. Not like I do, sissy.” “You love me?” //She must have a weird definition of “love”// “Well, not you, as in $name , but what I’ve turned you into. Once upon a time, you were an innocent-ish young man with little more than a desire to find a place for his bone. Now, you’ve taken countless dicks, are obsessed with serving me, and are probably thinking of one of the two right now, aren’t you?” You don’t reply.<</if>> <<if $Home is 2>>Your mistress doesn’t proceed with using you as she typically intends too. Instead, she finds too much amusement in your apparel, so laughs at you for much of the hour.\ <<else>>$Ash doesn’t “train” you like she typically does. She finds the exposed sissy in front of her far too amusing to position her dick straight, so she doesn’t bother. Instead, like most of the other students who have observed your peculiar apparel today, she spends the hour laughing.<</if>> <<if $Fem is 70>>[[21-1 Hypno Book<-Continue]]<<else>> [[Chores Punish BD<-Continue][$H to 14]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Science.jpg]] Your next lesson is science, which is actually a preferable lesson to have in your current state. Mr Hawt, while shy, might take a more assertive role in shutting down derision if it means making you comfortable. He’s certainly more preferable to your other teachers, at least. Miss Green would probably turn it into a lesson about what makes some women be more provocative than others, while Miss Bullthrough is likely to make a 100 literary references implying you’re a slut, not a single one you’d be able to understand. “Miss $Gray told me what happened to your uniform.” Mr Hawt whispers to you some way through the lesson. “I had no idea there were painters in the building. I can’t believe there wasn’t a single spare uniform available for you.” All you can do is shrug shoulders at whatever counterfeit story he’s heard. As a show of kindness, he doesn’t pick on you for any of the questions, which helps alleviate the attention you’re getting. Though, while you’re not certain, you do think he’s checked you out a couple of times throughout the hour. You’re certainly not confident in that claim, mainly because he knew you when you were just a guy, so it’s hard to believe he’d have an interest in you, but then again, stranger things have happened. [[Chores Punish 8E<-Continue][$H to 16]]

<<if $House is 10 and $JenMistress is 1>>The day mercifully draws to a close. Sadly, with who’s about to approach, regrets about your humiliation lasting a little longer occur within you. [[20-1 OrgasmA<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $House is 10 and $AshMistress is 1>>The day mercifully draws to a close. Sadly, with who’s about to approach, regrets about your humiliation lasting a little longer occur within you. [[20-1 KidnapA<-Continue]]\ <<else>>The day mercifully draws to a close. While part of you wants to linger around school, wait for the sun to be a little dimmer, and then leave, a greater part of you just wants to be home - a relatively safe space. Hell, even your kennel is better than the embarrassment staining your memory from today. Besides, an extra 15 minutes of humiliation is just sprinkles on top of what you’ve already faced. The journey is just as filled with catcalls and leers as it was 8 hours ago, but at least the end is now in sight [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$S to $S + 1]]<</if>>

<<set $L to $L + 1>>\ <<set $SuckS to $SuckS + 1>>\ <<if $Var3 is 1>>His orgasm changes very little in your movement. You go up and down on his dick rhythmically, only speeding up a little, but the man appreciates your willingness to swallow his seed. His warm cum shoots straight down your eager throat in a hefty load that might fill your stomach to capacity. Only once you’re absolutely certain he’s finished, do you unimpale yourself from his cock.\ <<elseif $Var3 is 2>>His cock is so slippery from your wet mouth that it’s almost hard to get a good hold of, but you manage to jerk him to completion on the only deserving spot: your face. Of course, his eyes are practically rolled into the back of his head anyway, so he can’t see the slutty performance you’re delivering for him, which feels strangely disappointing. Spurts of his jizz shoot out, decorating your face, streaks of your hair, and your neck. It’s a sensation that leaves you horny and sexy, but you’re fine leaving it at just there. At some point along the way, you grew accustomed to not getting any sexual relief yourself, only giving it, and that’s fine.<</if>> He takes a minute or two to recover from the undoubtedly great head he just had. The only sounds that exit his mouth are not words of praise or appreciation, but indistinct moans, which are perhaps a greater sign of a good blowjob than words are, anyway. Rather than wait for him to recover and commence the awkward “thank you, bye” part of prostituting yourself, you depart the booth after zipping his pants back up. “Here’s your cut.” The staff who brought you over hands you several notes amounting to 30$. Sex like that is so normal that the fact you were supposed to be paid slipped your ditsy mind. $Ash skips up to you next. <<if $Var3 is 1>>“Augh, I can smell the cum on your breath already.” She giggles. “Fucking whore. And I’ll be taking that, thank you.” She snaps the money from your hand, storing it in her bag.”<<elseif $Var3 is 2>>“What's that on your face?” She feigns confusion, but doesn’t continue the bit for long. “Oh, it’s cum. I should have expected it from a whore like you. And I’ll be taking that, thank you.” She snaps the money from your hand, placing it in her bag.<</if>> After that, your mistress seems content with the day’s happenings, and so forces you to leave with her, not allowing you the chance to say goodbye to the stripper friends you made. [img[Images/Strip Club Ex.jpg]] [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 3]]

<<if $Day3 is 1 and $SC7 gt 1 and $SC7 lt 9>><<set $SC7 to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 gt 0 and $SC7 lt 9 and $GrayLunchFail is 0>><<set $SC7 to $SC7 + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 is 6>><<set $SC7 to 9>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 8>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<include [[Chapter 5 Class]]>> <<if $JenMistress is 1>>[[21- Jen<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $AshMistress is 1>>[[21- Ash<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $AshSlave is 1>>[[21-1d<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[21- Ash<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[21- Gray<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $LipstickToilet = ["Don’t let $name near your boyfriend", "$name swallows", "$name kisses Miss $Gray ‘s ass", "$name licks $Ash ‘s feet", "$name ‘s asshole is looser than my pussy around Mr Hawt"]>>\ <<set $H to 12>>\ <<set $AnalS to $AnalS + 1, $SuckS to $SuckS + 1, $CumS to $CumS + 1>>\ <<if $Home is 2>>Rather than have to spend another hour without her company, Mistress $Ash kindly sought you out so that she might train you to be a better sissy.<<else>>It’s lunch, which might mean a moment to relax, but $Ash has other plans.<</if>> She leads you by the hand to a disused toilet. <<if $JenLevel gt 3>>Even these deserted facilities still update the rare user about your sissy life, no doubt thanks to $Jen ‘s handiwork after you failed to hand her money. "<<print $LipstickToilet.random()>>" the biggest piece of lipstick art proclaims.<</if>> “After how well you took my cocks before, I’m shaking at the thought of training you for another hour. I think I might actually enjoy teaching you more than you enjoy taking dick for me." <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash has you get on all fours, presenting your butt, which is more than visible in this position despite the skirt.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash has you lean over, presenting your butt, which is more than visible in this position despite the skirt.<</if>> <<if $ButtPlug is 1>>With little regard for your comfort, she tears the butt plug currently residing in your rear out.<</if>> After that, she equips her strap on. Maybe because of all the things she plans to do today, the cock seems bigger to you. Whatever fear you have is certain to be ignored though, especially since she drops a similarly sized dildo on the ground in front of you. “And of course, how could I forget about your favorite part - the cum!” Out of her bag, she pulls out a similar jug to what you’re used to seeing, even if it has been a while. <<if visited("15-2 Ash Punish")>>She lets you get a strong whiff of it, and you immediately get flashbacks to her brutal punishment from a week ago.<<else>>She lets you get a smell of it, and memories of her “cum game” come flooding back.<</if>> “Don’t worry” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash suggests<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash commands<</if>> “taking cum is just like riding a bike! We’ll be using this in a little while.” [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet 1.jpg]] She gets into position in front of you. Because of your doggy style stance, she has to get on her knees to be an appropriate level for you to suck her cock. “Go ahead, sissy! Start sucking!” She makes you do all the work, and you’re only on one part of your training. She doesn’t even let you lubricate the dildo with a little foreplay. Instead, she leans in so that the resting position of the dildo is still protruding several inches into your mouth. You quickly please <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>>, or maybe she just gets bored of this “being a sissy 101” stuff. “Now that you’re thoroughly turned on, take that dildo I gave you and…well, if I need to spell it out for you, then I must be an awful mistress.” <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash orders. Not that back-talk is particularly effective against her, but let’s just say it’s a good thing you’re mouth is currently full.<<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash orders. At the hearing of such a preposterous idea, you want to affirm that she’s the greatest mistress a sissy could ask for, but you’re mouth is far too full of silicone to do that currently.<</if>> Taking the dildo in hand, you navigate it to your empty rear. Whilst preoccupied sucking a different artificial cock, it’s hard to line it up with your asshole, but after a bit of prodding, you eventually find the sweet spot, and it inserts surprisingly smoothly. [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet 2.jpg]] You fuck yourself with it, slowly at first as you get used to it, and staying on top of pleasing <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> and her cock remains a priority, but after not long at all, you’re ready to go at a speed your trainer will be satisfied with. You ramp up the speed until it’s eventually in the triple digits of BPM. It’s only now that the multi tasking aspects hit you as being difficult. Your experience of sucking in the past has primarily been when $Ash has been thrusting into you, not when you’re the one lunging into it. And the anal pounding you’re forced to inflict on yourself compounds to make the task that much trickier. On several occasions, you forget to breathe properly, resulting in muffled coughs and gags, but <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> refuses to let the cock leave your mouth for even the smallest amount of reprieve. Meanwhile, concentrating on giving head results in the dildo playing with your rear missing its target, and you end up striking your scrotum instead. On one occasion, you fumbled it so completely that you dropped the silicone sex toy. Picking it up, all whilst still deepthroating at the front, proved a challenge. Eventually, though, you get into a good rhythm, and you have a chance to think about the moment without worrying about a slip up. [img[Images/P - Ash Toilet 3.jpg]] <<if $Home is 1>>You’re on your knees in a toilet, being forced to spit roast yourself by a maniacal girl who also has your clit locked in an impenetrable cage. If you’d have thought life couldn’t get any more depraved, pathetic, or just plain sad, you’d be wrong, because $Ash hasn’t even introduced the cum into the equation yet.<<elseif $Home is 2>>You’re on your knees in a toilet, being forced to spit roast yourself by a stunning girl who’s a picture of perfection if there ever could be such a thing, who’s beauty could not be rivaled by anything natural, or anything created. Her genius took over control of you from the cruel hands of your cold teacher so that she, your Goddess, might show you how to best apply yourself in life. If you thought life couldn’t get any better, you’d be wrong, because Mistress hasn’t even introduced the cum into the equation yet.<</if>> “You’re handling that well, sissy. You really have been trained well. Shall we see if the added element of cum trips you up?” She reaches for the jug of cum with one hand, not even needing to move her hips, or the cock attached to them. With her outstretched fingers, she collects as much cum as she can, and shows you the gathered semen. “Aren’t you looking forward to this? I know I am.” You’re stuck between a cock and a penis, left with nowhere to hide as she smothers the handful of cum on your face, from your forehead to your chin. <<if $Home is 1>>The moment encapsulates the feeling you’ve had since the moment $Ash took over control of your chastity cage, or maybe even when Miss $Gray put you in it in the first place (it’s been too long to be able to remember accurately) - pathetic.<<elseif $Home is 2>>In one movement, not only was you touched by Mistress $Ash , but she graciously doused you with the rejuvenative tonic you dream about as often as a cat dreams of milk.<</if>> She’s not done yet though. Another swipe of cum on your two cheeks makes you painted up like you’re about to go to war. A third gives you a coat of cumgloss, and she makes you like her fingers clean afterwards. Then, she seems satisfied. The cum drips with no eagerness down your face. Some droplets slowly drool past your chin and down your neck, slithering in between your breasts. No matter how many times you lick your lips, the taste and texture of cum never goes away, or even seems to diminish. Despite its unforgettable presence, the cum isn’t the wrench in the slut works that it might have been. <<if $Home is 1>>It looks like $Ash did train you well.<<elseif $Home is 2>>As if there was more evidence needed, that should confirm, without any doubt, that Goddess $Ash is incredible at anything she does, like training you. <</if>> “Good whore. But I think we need a change of position. Lay down on your back.” Whilst still fucking yourself, you do as instructed. You rest your head on the toilet floor, with your legs slightly spread so you can masturbate your ass more easily. $Ash gets into position on top of you. She’s almost laying on top of you, though her hands hold up her weight like she was doing a push up. That leaves the cock to plunge down your threat, and she finally begins to thrust her hips. If you didn’t think you could get away before, you really can’t now. You’re entirely at <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash ‘s <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash ‘s<</if>> whim, and based upon her moans of ecstasy, she’s enjoying that sensation. <<if $L lt 5>><<set $L to $L + 2>>Despite the intensely sexual situation, however, you’re simply not turned on enough to get to the special place you need to cum without clit stimulation.\ <<elseif $L lt 9>><<set $L to $L + 2>>Though you’re stimulated from both your mouth and anus, and you have years of looking at pornography to give you the graphic imagination to fantasize about the details of the situation, you’re simply not turned on enough. That’s not to say you don’t get incalculably close to an orgasm, but the final push over the finish line never arrives. You’re left a horny, leaky mess.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 1>><<set $S to $S - 3, $L to 2, $TimesCum to $TimesCum + 1>>The situation, as depraved as it is, for some reason leads to a culmination of your pent up lust. The dick you pound yourself with, the dildo $Ash thrusts into your mouth, the drying cum on your face, and your active fantasizing imagination work together to triumphantly get you to an orgasm. And unsurprisingly, such a well worked for reward feels divine. Your panties fill with jizz, but you’re still eager to suck on and thrust inside you the cocks.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 2>><<set $L to 10>>The situation, created by your divine mistress, almost allows you to reach apotheosis, but just as your eyes roll back into your head, your Goddess slap you in the face. “I’ve decided that there will be no orgasms for you today. Aww, poor sissy!” She mocks. For a moment, you feel annoyed that she would deny you an orgasm, but those thoughts of a dissident subside as you’re having too much fun enjoying the cocks, the cum, everything.<</if>> Eventually, <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> decides you’ve been well trained enough, for today at least. She dismounts you, and takes off her strap on. You get to your feet, stumbling a little at first. You reset your skirt and blouse and the little bow in the middle, before trying to remove any cum in the toilet mirrors. <<if $Home is 1>>$Ash <<elseif $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash <</if>> congratulates you on an effective training session, before exiting. After taking a few minutes to get your breath back, you follow her lead. <<if $Day3 is 1 and $Home is 2>>[[21-1 Hypno Book<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[21-1d<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<include [[Chapter 5 Lesson]]>> <<if $Day3 is 4 and $AshMistress is 1>>[[21-4 Jen HouseA<-Continue][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 4 and $JenMistress is 1>>[[21-4 Ash HouseA<-Continue][$H to 16]]\ \ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 0 and $GrayLunchFail gte 1>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gte 2>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<else>>[[12-3f<-Continue][$H to 16]]<</if>>

<<set $HypnoS to 1>>\ As your mistress exits the room, she’s oblivious to the fact she dropped a book from her bag. Picking it up, you observe the title “Hypnosis For Dummies.” After reading the reverse of the book, as well as a couple of pages spread throughout, it’s easy to understand that this is how your mistress hypnotized you. Here, in this book, is the knowledge needed to hypnotize someone so completely as you have been, to a point of blind submission for her, and disregard for anything else. By the time you’ve realized this, your mistress is lost in the crowds of Farrix moving to their next lesson. You’ll have to wait until tomorrow to return it to her. Unless, of course… //I can’t do that mistress, my mistress would never forgive me!// <<if $JenMistress is 1>>//But maybe I could help her hypnotize $Ash //\ <<elseif $AshMistress is 1>>//But maybe I could help her hypnotize $Jen //<</if>> //And maybe even a way to escape this hypnosis!// //No, I can’t betray my mistress like that…// The dangerous book in your hands offers hope that maybe you can return to your true self, the person you were prior to spirals infecting your brainwaves. Of course, that would also mean turning your back on your mistress. A defiant part of you takes the book, reassuring your obedient self that you don’t actually have to read it. <<if $CK[0] is 2>>[[Chores Punish BD<-Continue]]<<else>> [[21-1d<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $S to $S + 1>>\ <<set $H to $H + 1>>\ You are $HypnoS 0% of the way towards being able to hypnotize someone. <<if $HypnoS is 1>>You flick open the first page of “Hypnosis For Dummies”. There’s the obligatory “we are not responsible for damage done as result of hypnosis” and “we do not condone using hypnosis to force someone to do your bidding”, though your mistress did write “oops” next to it. Thankfully, your experience as the victim of such hypnosis gives you a unique advantage in understanding it. That means you don’t worry much about the science, or pseudoscience, that it delves into. You’re not interested in learning about brain waves, states of sleep, or hindu psychology. It’s the whole //practical// aspect of it that you’re intrigued by. That information begins on page 37, so that’s where you begin reading properly.\ <<elseif $HypnoS lt 4>>You open the book from your bookmark, which is a pair of pantyhose packaging you had lying around, and continue reading. You are making progress in understanding what is necessary in order to hypnotize someone. In your mind, you simply need to coax someone into a state of relaxation. Then, you imbue the subject with “suggestions” of susceptibility. You make them prone to believe what they’re told. After that, you only have to tell them they serve you, and will do your bidding as instructed. Sure, there are a lot more technical terms, but they’re irrelevant. It’s not like you’re going to need to write an essay on this, though Miss Green would probably enjoy reading about it, nor would you be surprised to find out your mistress knew the terminology. You also read about the importance of the spiral used to entrance the subject. Apparently, red makes for a poor choice, as it inspires action, and brings thoughts of danger. That’s not good for lulling someone into a calm state. Pink, which is the color you immediately think of for spirals, was well chosen. Not only is it calming, but it has synergy with the words used to make you the submissive sissy slave you’ve become. Briefly looking around your room, you sigh at how pink has quickly become a constant filter through which you see the world. But pink spirals aren’t just good for sissies. Apparently, it’s useful to take women back to a childish sense of mind, where they’re highly vulnerable to suggestions.\ <<elseif $HypnoS lt 6>>Continuing the book from your last page, you’re now beginning to learn about the importance of the words and tone used in hypnosis. From what the book claims, though it’s unlikely it was peer reviewed, you should aim to use short words when hypnotizing someone. Not only does it ensure the commands are understood, but it means people don’t get distracted by hearing words they might not hear daily. Additionally, repeating words is meant to be powerful. By repetition alone, someone can be convinced they are something, when they might be the complete opposite, even when not hypnotized. As a sissy, you’re not sure if you believe that, but it is interesting. The book suggests saying affirmative things, like “I love it when you please” to make the listener feel good about themselves, while reinforcing the need to be obedient to their dominant. Never say “you upset me” as a direct statement, but it’s fine if it’s conditional: “if you’re late to serve me, I’ll be so sad.” Furthermore, the tone used when indoctrinating someone is paramount. A distracting voice will detract from the spiral, so it should support it instead. The narrator should take care to not sound angry, tired, or needy. Instead, speak confidently, but also make it clear that you’re the one in control. That will naturally make the victim feel more submissive.\ <<elseif $HypnoS lt 9>>The book has a very interesting section in the second half. If it were a popular release, this part would doubtlessly generate controversy. “If an inductee has a close relationship with their family, partner or friend, consider persuading them against it during hypnosis. Most friends can be easily dismissed by convincing the inductee that they’re a bad influence. Family ties are more complex, but that can also be exploited to your advantage. Convince the inductee that their parents bullied them as a kid, or that their siblings constantly picked on them. It was so long ago that your victim can’t be sure it’s a lie, but it’s also hard for their family to disprove the claims they’re soon to believe. Partners, be they man or woman, are much more difficult. Love is a powerful tool, and it is hard to break those bonds, but if you have to, don’t attempt it from an angle of aggression. Insist that the inductee’s partner is too good for them. It would be the //right// thing to do to move on and no longer talk to them, so that they can be happier with a person deserving of their time. By phrasing it in this way, they’re more likely to concede and follow your commands.” The book also has some interesting suggestions for who to hypnotize, and how to use them, all whilst reiterating that it does not condone doing so. “A presentation at work is a good chance to hypnotize several colleagues at once, including a boss, but it’s not a reliable method. A knock at the door or an unsilenced phone can swiftly stir them from their state of susceptibility, leaving you to answer several questions, like why you wanted your assistant to serve as your chair, whilst the boss massaged your feet. Instead, isolate the inductees, and then hypnotize them individually. Once you have several under your command, it will be much easier to hypnotize the others. Invite your boss out to an after work party, then have your hypnotized colleagues hold him down so you can ensnare him too.”\ <<elseif $HypnoS is 9>>After several hours of committed study, you’re confident you finally have the tools necessary to make a strong hypnotic file. You edit together a spiral, and then record your enticing narration. “You’re my slave. You will serve me, and only me. Your first thought in the morning will be “how can I best serve $name today?” And if I don’t let you serve me, you will feel empty, like it’s a wasted day.” “If you disappoint me, you know you’ll be punished, which you’ll submit to, looking forward to getting back on my good side.” Remembering your history of being forcefully hypnotized, you're spurred into a great idea. “And if anyone else ever tries to show you a spiraling video, you’ll close your eyes, and scream for me. You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you?” The file is complete. There’s no way to test it before it would need to be used, and who knows when, or if, that will happen, so you make sure to have a copy on you at all times.<</if>> <<if $HypnoS lt 9>>Words and spirals in combination like this leave you feeling tired and stressed out, so you take a break after an hour of arduous reading and note taking.\ <<elseif $HypnoS is 9>>//Finally, I have a chance to turn my life around//<</if>> <<if $HypnoS is 9>>[[Computer<-Return][$HypnoS to 10]]\ <<elseif $H gt 22>>It’s too late to study any more [[Computer<-Return][$HypnoS to $HypnoS + 1]]\ <<elseif $S gt 9>>You’re too stressed to study any more [[Computer<-Return][$HypnoS to $HypnoS + 1]]\ <<elseif $S lt 10>>[[Hypno Book<-Continue studying][$HypnoS to $HypnoS + 1]] [[Computer<-Return][$HypnoS to $HypnoS + 1]]<</if>>

“Sissy, over here!” Mistress $Ash quietly calls out. She’s hiding behind a trash can, glancing everywhere that her eyes can get a view of. “Mistress? What are you doing?” “Setting a trap. Come over here!” You crouch down next to her. “Who are we hiding from? Do you forget to do someone’s homework?” “No, it’s $Jen . I’ve figured out how I’m going to be able to hypnotize her. It’s the only way to end this war, and I need you to be the bait.” She could have phrased it to be more appealing, but you’re committed to serving her. “What do you need me to do?” “Go to her house. Pretend that you think I’ve disappeared, and that you need her help to find me. She’ll jump on the opportunity when she realizes you’re alone. Just when she thinks it’s safe to hypnotize you, that’s when I’ll swoop in. I’ll remove her feet from under her before she even realizes I’m there. Once she’s down, you can help me make her just as obedient as you are.” You nod as a confirmation. Maybe if Mistress $Ash pulls this off, with your help, she can get back to training you to be the greatest sissy you can be, rather than $Jen spoiling it at every turn.<<if $HypnoS is 10>> Of course, this might also be your chance to turn over the table completely. Given the file you prepared to hypnotize someone else, you’re certainly prepared.<</if>> [[21-4 Jen HouseB<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

You have to steel yourself to knock on the door of $Jen ‘s house. Of course you have confidence in mistress’ plan, but it’s easy to neglect certain parts of life. What if Mistress $Ash didn’t account for $Jen locking the door? What if your goddess takes a moment too long in interrupting, and you end up hypnotized yet again? What if $Jen ‘s boyfriend catches your mistress? You shake off those thoughts, and decide instead to have faith in the person you get up for in the morning. 3 solid knocks on the door later, $Jen opens it. “Sissy, what are you doing here? Is this some ploy to distract me whilst $Ash breaks in through the back and steals all my left shoes or something?” “$Jen !” You plead, channeling every femme fatale you’ve seen in cinema. “I can’t find mistress $Ash anywhere. I don’t know what’s happened to her, but I’m really worried. Can you help me find her?” She grunts. “Why would I help you do that?” You didn’t expect she’d need convincing. “I’m sure she’d appreciate it. Maybe she’d even let you borrow me to be your slave as a thank you.” $Jen could never buy that, you figure, but maybe she thinks you’re being genuine, which should make her more confident that you are alone. “After last wednesday, I hardly want to see that woman again.” She caresses a part of her face that was bruised during their strip club scuffle. There’s still a visible bruise, though she has tried to cover it with more makeup than usual. Whether or not her initial distrust was just a front, though, she does relent. “Alright, come in. I’ll help you //find// her.” She encourages you to follow her into the lounge. $Jen ‘s boyfriend doesn’t appear to be here, which is encouraging. “Wait right here; I’ll be back.” That less so. [[21-4 Jen HouseC<-Continue]]

$Jen returns with two sets of cuffs. They’re both steel, and drop with a heavy thud next to you. “Put them on.” It’s easy to pretend you’re nervous when you actually are. “You promise that if I do, you’ll help me find Mistress $Ash ?” $Jen sighs. “Of course, sissy. I’ll help you find your mistress again.” Ill pleased, you obey, first wrapping the larger set of cuffs around your ankles, then the slimmer set around your wrists. Gently tugging on them, it’d take nothing short of a roided up bodybuilder to break free, and the key appears to be nowhere in sight. A bone chilling grin flips $Jen ‘s formerly disinterested face into something terrifying. “And now that you’re all helpless, let me change your allegiance back to the way it should be.” She cackles, turning on the TV, and after a few button presses, playing a familiar spiral. “No, $Jen , please!” “There’s no use begging, slave. You’re mine.” //Mistress is cutting it close// [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] The spiral implants its words into you relentlessly quick, and you can feel your malleable mind being taken advantage of. If this continues much longer, you won’t be physically able to follow $Ash ‘s plan. //That’s Mistress $Ash !// In an instant, the window behind the television explosively breaks, crashing down on the TV, and a body stumbles out of the wreckage of curtains, plastic and glass. It’s $Ash . “I know I shouldn’t trust you!” $Jen shrieks in your direction. “Get out of here $Ash , and take your sissy with you.” “I won’t just be taking her as my pet. I want you too.” “Huh?” “Now sissy, grab her!” Your movements aren’t nearly as effective as either of theirs thanks to your semi-asleep state, not to mention the heavy bondage you’re in, but it will be enough to make a difference. But $Jen ‘s hypnosis had enough of an effect that you’d be capable of disobeying your mistress. You can decide who wins this war. <<if $HypnoS is 10>>Armed with your own spiral of enslavement, it could be you.<</if>> [[21-4 Jen House Hypno Ash<-Help]] $Jen [[21-4 Jen House Hypno Jen<-Help]] $Ash <<if $HypnoS is 10>>[[21-4 Jen House Hypno Ash Both<-Help]] $Jen , hypnotize them both [[21-4 Jen House Hypno Jen Both<-Help]] $Ash , hypnotize them both\ <<else>>You can’t do that You can’t do that<</if>>

<<set $AshMistress to 0>>\ Your former mistress, $Ash , is even more vulnerable than your other former mistress, $Jen , as she’s not expecting her previously perfect and obedient sissy to stab her in the back. Utilizing your handcuffs as a makeshift lasso, you capture her intimately close. Her butt is currently backed up against your clitty, which is much more action than you’re used to. “Sissy, what the hell are you doing?! Let go of me!” “Good slave. Keep hold of her while I get more handcuffs!” $Jen dashes off like a bolt of lightning. “Sissy!” $Ash screams. “You can’t do this. $Jen doesn’t care about you, it’s her hypnosis that’s tricking you into doing this, but I know you can fight it. You have to be strong!” Her persuasive tirade is juxtaposed by violent struggle. Her hips attempt to drive you backwards, and her feet fruitlessly stomp their heels down at your own shoes. $Jen promptly returns, and wrestles the handcuffs on $Ash , who’s resistance shows no signs of slowing down from fatigue. If anything, she’s realizing more and more with each passing second that she’s screwed, but you can’t blame her for not giving up. She’s witnessed first hand the effects hypnosis has on you - she knows exactly what it will do, and it’s a terrifying pill to swallow. [img[Images/Jen Basement.jpg]] $Jen , your true mistress, pushes you both down into the basement, where there’s a second television plugged in, ready to enslave you and $Ash . “Sissy, you can still stop this. Just let me go.” While you calmly walk into your fate, $Ash is kicking and screaming. She must realize bargaining with you is futile, so switches approach in a last ditch effort. “$Jen , please - I know we’ve had our differences, but if you let me go, I’ll never bother you again. You can have $name , I’ll never try to steal him back again. We can both move on with our lives.” “$Ash , tell me, would you rather massage my feet every morning, or lick me to orgasm daily? I definitely think you being at my feet would be more humiliating, or maybe I could turn you into a human footstool.” “$Jen , PLEASE! I can serve you if that’s what you want, but you know what this hypnosis has done to $name . He’s just a mindless cock hungry bimbo - that’s no good if you want someone to do work for you. Wouldn’t life be so much easier if you had me do all your homework, to help you study. I can even make $name work for me and give you the money he’s made as a prostitute, stripper, glory hole slut!” “I think the first thing I’ll have you do once you’re enslaved is throw away all your heels. If it’s true that there is a part of your old self trapped inside the mindless husk, I know that will be the worst part.” “Forget my heels, you can have them all, please! I’ll do anything. $Jen , you know your sister wouldn’t want this!” $Jen punches $Ash so hard in the face that her corpse almost slinks down beneath your grasp. “Don’t you dare bring her up, bitch. You’re mine now.” The punch, or perhaps a separate realization that she can’t escape, knocks any remaining strength out of her. She sobs, finally accepting her fate [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] [[21-4 Jen House Hypno AshB<-...]]

Like the obedient sissy you’re expected to be, you blindly follow Mistress $Ash ‘s orders. With your cuffed wrists, you capture $Jen next your body. She immediately attempts to wriggle out, both by climbing about the chain link, and slipping beneath it, but neither strategy proves effective. “Good job sissy!” Mistress $Ash yells, seizing the moment to strike at her rival. This must not only be cathartic after the sabotage she’s contended with as of late, but it’ll help make sure $Jen can’t resist the hypnosis too. Of course, she’s slapping and kicking with a smile on her face. Her opponent, meanwhile, can barely get her hands up for protection, and has to shelter her head against her quivering shoulder for some modicum of cover. “You’re mine, $Jen , mine!” Mistress savors the moment, not relenting her assault until $Jen is cowering, her shrieks not receiving any mercy. She doesn’t even bother begging for goddess to stop. It’d be pointless. Once she is done, Mistress $Ash removes a phone from her bag, loads up a video, and holds in front of yours and $Jen ‘s faces. Your mistress has to pull at $Jen ‘s hair to make her watch, and even then she closes her eyes, but your queen will not be denied. “Aren’t you going to beg me to let you go? Threaten me with your boyfriend and bags of money? Offer me all your shoes?” She teases. $Jen spits at your mistress. “Screw you, $Ash . I’m not giving you that satisfaction.” “That’s fine, because once you’re my bimbo slave, you’re going to be doing EVERYTHING for my satisfaction. If it’s true that there is a part of your old self trapped inside during the hypnosis, then I’ll make sure she’s crying every day. All your possessions will be mine. I’ll make you watch as me and your boyfriend have sex every day. I, your mistress, will cuck you. You’ll be beneath $name in my harem. Doesn’t that make you, I don’t know, angry?” “I’ll find a way to break free, $Ash , and when I do, I’ll kill you.” Mistress $Ash breaks out laughing. “I can’t wait to see you try.” $Jen accepts her fate, knowing she did everything she could, and succumbs to the spiral. [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] [[21-4 Jen House Hypno JenB<-...][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $AshMistress to 0>>\ If you’re going to have any chance to turn your fortune around, this is it. But you’ll have to be smart about it; you can’t be sure you’ll win a 3-way fight. Your best chance is to appear to be siding with one of the girls, and then betray them too. And for whatever reason, you decided to assist $Jen. Maybe she’ll be too shocked that you took her side at all to consider an immediate betrayal. At the very least, fighting against your former mistress in $Ash is a good way to shake off any lingering effects of her hypnosis. Your former mistress, $Ash , is even more vulnerable than your other former mistress, $Jen , as she’s not expecting her previously perfect and obedient sissy to stab her in the back. Utilizing your handcuffs as a makeshift lasso, you capture her intimately close. Her butt is currently backed up against your clitty, which is much more action than you’re used to. “Sissy, what the hell are you doing?! Let go of me!” “Good slave. Keep hold of her while I get more handcuffs!” $Jen dashes off like a bolt of lightning. “Sissy!” $Ash screams. “You can’t do this. $Jen doesn’t care about you, it’s her hypnosis that’s tricking you into doing this, but I know you can fight it. You have to be strong!” Her persuasive tirade is juxtaposed by violent struggle. Her hips attempt to drive you backwards, and her feet fruitlessly stomp their heels down at your own shoes. $Jen promptly returns, and wrestles the handcuffs on $Ash , who’s resistance shows no signs of slowing down from fatigue. If anything, she’s realizing more and more with each passing second that she’s screwed, but you can’t blame her for not giving up. She’s witnessed first hand the effects hypnosis has on you - she knows exactly what it will do, and it’s a terrifying pill to swallow. [img[Images/Jen Basement.jpg]] $Jen has you help take $Ash down to the basement, and you feign obedience. But your former mistress is still clawing at anyone within arm’s reach. “Ugh, keep her here, I’ll be back with more cuffs.” “Sissy, I’m begging you, just let me go! I won’t bother you again. If this is because I slowly turned you into a sissy for months before you could realize what I was doing, and then used hypnosis to remove any semblance of free will, I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again!” $Jen returns, and turns her attention completely to $Ash . She has you release her, and then puts a variety of rope, chains and cuffs on $Ash , making her entirely defenseless. The only thing she could possibly use as a weapon now is her head. Not even mentally, just physically. Trusting you so much, $Jen removes your cuffs, both of them, and uses them on $Ash . Meanwhile, you spot a dropped set of cuffs that she dropped, and realize your opportunity. $Ash is no longer a threat, all the extra bondage is just overkill, but you have stop $Jen . To do that, you sneakily click the cuffs shut around her ankles. She doesn’t notice until it’s far too late. One step an inch too far sends her crashing to the ground. “Oww.” She moans, clutching her back. Her heels definitely didn’t help make it less painful. With her stunned, you capitalize on the opportunity, securing a second pair of cuffs around her wrists. She fights against it, but not nearly enough to stop you. [[21-4 Jen House Hypno Ash BothB<-Continue]]

<<set $AshMistress to 0>>\ If you’re going to have any chance to turn your fortune around, this is it. But you’ll have to be smart about it; you can’t be sure you’ll win a 3-way fight. Your best chance is to appear to be siding with one of the girls, and then betray them too. Maybe because it’s what is expected of you, that person happens to be $Ash . With your cuffed wrists, you capture $Jen next your body. She immediately attempts to wriggle out, both by climbing about the chain link, and slipping beneath it, but neither strategy proves effective. “Good job sissy!” $Ash yells, seizing the moment to strike at her rival. Her opponent, meanwhile, can barely get her hands up for protection, and has to shelter her head against her quivering shoulder for some modicum of cover. “You’re mine $Jen , mine!” $Ash savors the moment, not relenting her assault until $Jen is cowering, her shrieks not receiving any mercy. She doesn’t even bother begging for goddess to stop. It’d be pointless. Only once $Jen is sufficiently worn down, and $Ash is out of gas, does she decide to hypnotize the two of you, or at least, attempt to. $Ash has to take position in front of you, and so that’s when you strike. Raising your arms up, $Jen is freed from your grip, and immediately collapses on top of $Ash .That gives $Jen something of a second wind, and now they’re wrestling around on the floor. Meanwhile, you manage to swipe the keys to your bindings, and unlock yourself whilst the two women are oblivious. The next part in winning the fight takes a while to come to fruition. You have to wait until they’re both sufficiently worn down, which you think they are on three separate occasions, just for them to begin tussling with renewed vigor. You’re left waiting to pounce like a cat trying to figure out if the mouse they’ve spotted is a toy or not. It’s a game of chicken that only ends once you do something devious , and you almost impress yourself with what you come up with. Taking one of the cuffs, you clasp it around $Ash ‘s left ankle. With the other end of the same cuff, you clamp it closed around $Jen’s left wrist. What results is an awkward tug of war that causes them to constantly teeter back and forth, threatening to lose balance at any moment. Of course, if they could communicate and realize it was you that did this to them, they’d be able to team up on you, even with this handicap, but their frenzy is aimed only at each other. Once you repeat the process on $Jen’s right ankle and $Ash’s right wrist, they’re left a mess of limbs and chains playing a violent game of twister. [[21-4 Jen House Hypno Jen BothB<-Continue]]

<<set $JenMistress to 1>>\ <<set $H to $H + 1>>\ This hypnosis must be more powerful than any you’ve faced before, as you could swear you were out for much longer than your past experiences. The shackles on your ankles and wrists are no longer present, and neither are the handcuffs that were binding $Ash , whose face you still can’t see thanks to her positioning. Footsteps descending down the basement steps can only mean one thing: Mistress $Jen is back to address her slaves. Your goddess’ dominance is finally realized, there’s nobody to contest her power, and her stride is all the more confident for it. Her gentle hand caresses your face. “$name , although you weren’t loyal to me before, you did betray this waste of space, and so for that I won’t treat you as badly. You will serve me, and me alone. My unbreakable hypnosis has made you my sissy slave for life, and nothing can be done to change that. My wants are your needs. My displeasure is your torture. My orgasms are your lifeblood. No matter the cost or pain it might bring, you will OBEY.” “Yes mistress.” “And you.” Goddess’ attention pivots to $Ash , who is keeled over. “You will learn the true meaning of pain. What’s my name?” She slowly pulls herself up, looking straight ahead at the perfection of beauty expectantly glaring at her. “You’re Mistress $Jen .” Mistress’ smile is always a picturesque scene, but this expression deserves to be preserved in museums and time capsules. “And what is your purpose?” “To serve you, Mistress $Jen .” “And what lengths will you go to to do that?” “Any lengths, Mistress $Jen .” “Good.” Goddess continues beaming with a pride that is unfathomably sexy. If $Ash had a smile on her face, it would certainly be removed when Mistress $Jen summons up a huge ball of spit, shooting it right in her face. “You’re lucky to be in my presence, bitch.” $Ash doesn’t even take the risk by wiping the saliva away. She can only let it drool down her own face. “As if my hypnosis wasn’t unbreakable enough, I have something else that’s permanent for the two of you. Something to mark you as mine for everyone to see.” Mistress $Jen retrieves two identical metal bands. By just sight, it’s easy to detect they have some weight. “This one, for the sissy.” She wraps it around your neck, clicking it shut at the back. “And this one, for the whore.” $Ash accepts the gift willingly. [img[Images/Slaves.jpg]] “I might as well solder them on, because they are NEVER coming off, understand?” “Yes mistress.” You and $Ash answer in unison. “Good. Now get out of my sight. Tomorrow, you begin serving me.” You shuffle up the stairs, $Ash at your heels, and exit the heavenly home of your mistress together. “$Ash , are you really going to do what Mistress $Jen wants?” Even though she endured the same hypnosis, it’s hard to believe such a thing could actually happen. “Why wouldn’t I, $name ? I was put on this planet to do Mistress $Jen ‘ s bidding, so that’s what I’ll do.” Only now can you see her eyes, and there’s a distinct sparkle missing. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

This hypnosis must be more powerful than any you’ve faced before, as you could swear you were out for much longer than your past experiences. The shackles binding your wrists and ankles are gone, and $Jen is beside you, slowly stirring back to life once the spiral fades. [img[Images/Double Hypno.jpg]] 2 snappy claps draw your mutual attention behind you, where Mistress $Ash is stood. You’re now certain that this hypnosis is improved, as she’s positively glowing. “Sissy $name , who do you serve?” She demands, her voice the solitary noise in the entire house. “You, Mistress $Ash .” “Bimbo $Jen , who do you serve?” “You, Mistress $Ash .” The formerly defiant and indomitable person you knew as $Jen replies. “Good. You two will make formidable slaves. But first, there are going to be some changes that need to take place, namely concerning you, $Jen . It’s not right that you live in this massive house, whilst I toil away in my tiny abode, is it?” “No, mistress.” “I’m glad you agree. From now on, this house is MINE. All the rooms in it, all the items, the cars, the shoes, mine. Is that a problem?” “No, mistress.” “But I won’t kick you out onto the street. I am a kind mistress, you know. I’ll let you live and sleep here. How about in the basement?” “Thank you, mistress.” Goddess’ attention returns to you. “I do wish I could let my sissy live here too. I’d even let you have a proper bedroom.” She laughs. “Sadly, our teacher wouldn’t allow it.” You curse that someone dare undermine Mistress $Ash ‘s power. “But I’m not done with you yet, $Jen . I am certain that if I told you no masturbating, you’d be obedient like the good slave you are, but I don’t want to give you the option of disobeying.” From her bag, she removes a chastity belt, maybe even the same one Miss $Gray forced her to wear before. She dumps it on the floor in front of $Jen . “Put it on.” “Yes mistress.” Her second slaves answers, removing her skirt and panties, only to cover them up with the chastity belt. Though she does struggle to lock it, neither you nor your mistress assist her. You, because you weren’t told to, and Goddess $Ash , because she enjoys watching $Jen struggle. Once it is locked, $Jen presents the key to your shared mistress like you’d present an offering to medieval monarch. Mistress $Ash snatches the key up, and thoroughly shakes the belt to ensure its security. She seems satisfied. [img[Images/P - Ash chastity.jpg]] With a final laugh at seeing her success, Goddess $Ash seems content with you today. “$name , you can leave. Tomorrow, your joint servitude properly begins. As for you” she addresses $Jen , “we still have so much fun to have today. But first, show $name out.” “Yes mistress.” $Jen leads you to the front door. “$Jen , are you really going to do what Mistress $Ash tells you?” Even though she endured the same hypnosis, it’s hard to believe such a thing could actually happen. “Why wouldn’t I, $name ? There’s nothing else that’s worth doing if I can’t serve Mistress $Ash .” Only now can you observe her face properly, and there’s a distinct smile that’s missing. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

“$name, what are you doing?!” $Jen shouts. “This isn’t funny, let me out!” “I knew you’d never betray me!” $Ash roaringly laughs. “Come on over and release me.” They’re both still doing their best to free themselves, but it’s pointless resistance. $Jen’s handcuffs aren’t remotely close to breaking, and $Ash can barely sit herself with how much she’s decorated in chains and ropes. “None of you are getting released.” “What?!” They yell in unison. “I knew I never should have trusted that bitch, $Gray . She hypnotized you herself, didn’t she? Made you a sleeper agent until you could ensnare me.” She shakes her head in rage. “Hey, $Gray , you can come out now! We know what you’re up to.” $Jen seems to understand the moment more quickly. “You’re both mine now.” When you’ve been associating with such demanding people for so long, you immediately understand how you’re supposed to talk to those beneath you. “But you’re a sissy, $name . You can’t be a top, that’s ridiculous.” “So what are you going to do? Keep us in chastity to make us obedient?” “Better than that.” You connect your phone to a TV that’s already plugged in inside the basement. A spiral soon appears. “Hypnosis?” $Ash bursts out laughing. “Do you realize how complex it is? You can’t just plug in any only video and expect us to serve you. It took me months to make the right file.” “It took me a week.” “I know it’s hard, but I studied diligently.” You drop $Ash ‘s Hypnosis For Dummies at their feet. “You stole my book? I thought $Jen took it.” “Why would I need yours when I’ve clearly hypnotized him before?” “I don’t know, maybe you had to return yours.” “You think I got it from the library. Jeez, you are such a fucking idiot.” $Ash attempts to throw herself at $Jen , but it’s more like a slight nudge. “Knock that off. After you two used me however you like without a single care, it’s time for you to experience what it’s like to serve someone you hate, and you’ll be doing it with each other.” “Sissy, wait. What if $Jen gave you all her money. Would you let us go then?” “My money isn’t being used to buy your freedom.” “The two of you serving me isn’t negotiable.” “Come on, $Jen . We can take her down if we fight together.” “Go fuck yourself, $Ash . $name , just get this over with.” The spiral whirls to life, and you exit the room as a precaution. [[21-4 Jen House Hypno Ash BothC<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

You slam the basement door shut, locking it behind you. The sound of the thud must be nail in the coffin of $Ash ‘s hopes. $Jen accepted her fate with more dignity, but that won’t matter once your hypnotic words take effect. Breathing a sigh of relief that you didn’t end up being hypnotized once more, you wander through the house. This is the first time you’ve seen clearly, unburdened by a submissive haze, since $Ash made you wear a skirt and blouse so long ago. Since then, you’ve jerked, sucked, been fucked, swallowed dubious amounts of cum, not to mention how busy you’ve been at lunch times. With $Ash and $Jen under your spell, though, maybe you can breathe a little easier. The weapon they used against you finally backfired, and they won’t get a chance to repent. Sadly, it won’t solve the issue of your meddling teacher and the addict-level dependance $Hannah has on you, nor will it do anything to prevent their wedding in 2 short days. Navigating your way into $Jen ‘s room, you see the signs of her rampant search for bondage items. Amidst the strewn-about dildos, riding crops, whips and assorted pieces of lingerie, there’s two identical rings that stand out. Picking them up, they’re easy to identify as collars. While they’re not heavy, they do have some noticeable weight to them. Were you to wear one, it’d be hard to forget about it. They also look pretty new. Maybe $Jen had intended on making you and $Ash wear one. On the back of both, there's a spot for a key. Also in the litter of sex toys, there’s a pair of chastity belts, just like the one $Ash was forced to wear by Miss $Gray . <<if visited("House 5 Night BM") is 0>>And like the one Miss $Gray is forced to wear by $Hannah .<</if>>It’s hard to believe that $Jen would want a chastity belt. While probably not meeting the classification of a nymphomaniac, she certainly referenced enjoying taking her boyfriend’s cock. It’s a mystery if she did in fact have them already, or they were a special purchase for $Ash , but either way, they won’t be used if you don’t want them to be. Given that you’ll have two loyal servants, it might be prudent to mark them as your property. [[21-4 Jen House Hypno Ash BothD<-Make them wear a collar][$SlaveAcc to 1]] [[21-4 Jen House Hypno Ash BothD<-Make them wear a chastity belt][$SlaveAcc to 2]]

<<if $SlaveAcc is 1>>You drop the chastity belts, and opt for the collars. They’re a much more overt sign of your dominance, able to be seen by anyone remotely close, which should be deliciously humiliating for both of them, especially when they have to see it on each other, and realize they’re matching.\ <<elseif $SlaveAcc is 2>>You drop the collars, and opt for the chastity belts. Leaving them no option to masturbate seems only fair after all that you’ve been through, when even now, with two slaves, you have to wear a cage. $Jen will have no way to experience a massive cock in her vagina or asshole, while $Ash will cry for the time she had your love organ locked.<</if>> You return to the basement. A part of you feels that you should be worried they’ve fought free, and are about to stage an ambush, but this new part of you, one with a confidence summoned up from nowhere, tells you it’s okay, and there’s nothing to worry about. Seeing your two slaves numbly looking at the TV, you understand you were right. “$Ash , $Jen , rise!” They do so together, standing in front of you with their heads locked at your feet. Not only did the hypnosis work, it’s more effective than anything they mustered up. “Who do you serve?” “You, mistress !” “Who do you wake up for in the morning? Who do you spend every moment yearning to see? Who will you go to any lengths for to please?” “You, mistress !” “Good. Now, put your accessories on. These are the only gifts you should ever expect from me.” You drop the two metal toys at their feet. They show no hesitation, but you’re hungry to project your power. “Now!” “Yes, mistress !” <<if $SlaveAcc is 1>>They take some time to fiddle the collars into place, and $Jen manages to finish her task first, which $Ash seems salty about. They present their keys in their outstretched hands, which you snap up like they were keys to a sports car.\ <<elseif $SlaveAcc is 2>>They have to strip down to nothing but a blouse in order to put the belts on properly, and it’s clear to see, based on their rapid movements, that they're competing against one another to be done faster. $Ash does manage to finish first, which should hardly be a surprise, though $Jen is visibly salty about it. Their outstretched hands offer their keys to their owner.<</if>> “Tomorrow, I will begin using you however I like. You’re both dismissed.” All three of you walk up the stairs, but you can hear whispering behind you. “What is it?” You yell, scaring them so much $Jen almost tumbles down the stairs. [[21-4 Jen House Hypno Ash BothE<-Continue]]

”There’s one more thing.” “I wanted to ask that!” $Ash argues, but $Jen nudges her quiet. “Would you like to change our names? We are yours to do with as you see fit.” Ashleigh's name: <<textbox "$Ash" "Ashleigh">> Jen's name: <<textbox "$Jen" "Jen">> You exit afterwards, heading home, a place which seems a little less daunting knowing you have two willing and obedient slaves at your beck and call. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $S to $S + 2, $AshSlave to 1, $JenSlave to 1]]

“$name, what are you doing?!” $Jen shouts. “This isn’t funny, let me out!” “Sissy, you have a very strange way of helping me win a fight. Now unlock me from being chained to this slut. They both pull in attempt at freedom, but it only aggravates the other. “None of you are getting released.” “What?!” They yell in unison. “I knew I never should have trusted that bitch, $Gray . She hypnotized you herself, didn’t she? Made you a sleeper agent until you could ensnare me.” She shakes her head in rage. “Hey, $Gray , you can come out now! We know what you’re up to.” $Jen seems to understand the moment more quickly. “You’re both mine now.” When you’ve been associating with such demanding people for so long, you immediately understand how you’re supposed to talk to those beneath you. “But you’re a sissy, $name . You can’t be a top, that’s ridiculous.” “So what are you going to do? Keep us in chastity to make us obedient?” “Better than that.” You load up your hypnotic file on your phone. “Hypnosis?” $Ash bursts out laughing. “Do you realize how complex it is? You can’t just plug in any only video and expect us to serve you. It took me months to make the right file.” “It took me a week.” “I know it’s hard, but I studied diligently.” You drop $Ash ‘s Hypnosis For Dummies at their feet. “You stole my book? I thought $Jen took it.” “Why would I need yours when I’ve clearly hypnotized him before?” “I don’t know, maybe you had to return yours.” “You think I got it from the library. Jeez, you are such a fucking idiot.” $Ash attempts to throw herself at $Jen , but it’s more like a slight nudge. “Knock that off. After you two used me however you like without a single care, it’s time for you to experience what it’s like to serve someone you hate, and you’ll be doing it with each other.” “Sissy, wait. What if $Jen gave you all her money. Would you let us go then?” “My money isn’t being used to buy your freedom.” “The two of you serving me isn’t negotiable.” “Come on, $Jen . We can take her down if we fight together.” “Go fuck yourself, $Ash . $name , just get this over with.” The spiral whirls to life, and you exit the room as a precaution. [[21-4 Jen House Hypno Jen BothC<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

You slam the lounge door shut, The sound of the thud must be nail in the coffin of $Ash ‘s hopes. $Jen accepted her fate with more dignity, but that won’t matter once your hypnotic words take effect. The two are incompatible with each other, doubly so when they bound together. Even if they could broker the shortest of deals, the chains holding them prisoners are just as stubborn. Breathing a sigh of relief that you didn’t end up being hypnotized once more, you wander through the house. This is the first time you’ve seen clearly, unburdened by a submissive haze, since $Ash made you wear a skirt and blouse so long ago. Since then, you’ve jerked, sucked, been fucked, swallowed dubious amounts of cum, not to mention how busy you’ve been at lunch times. With $Ash and $Jen under your spell, though, maybe you can breathe a little easier. The weapon they used against you finally backfired, and they won’t get a chance to repent. Sadly, it won’t solve the issue of your meddling teacher and the addict-level dependance $Hannah has on you, nor will it do anything to prevent their wedding in 2 short days. Navigating your way into $Jen ‘s room, you see the signs of her rampant search for bondage items. Amidst the strewn-about dildos, riding crops, whips and assorted pieces of lingerie, there’s two identical rings that stand out. Picking them up, they’re easy to identify as collars. While they’re not heavy, they do have some noticeable weight to them. Were you to wear one, it’d be hard to forget about it. They also look pretty new. Maybe $Jen had intended on making you and $Ash wear one. On the back of both, there's a spot for a key. Also in the litter of sex toys, there’s a pair of chastity belts, just like the one $Ash was forced to wear by Miss $Gray . <<if visited("House 5 Night BM") is 0>>And like the one Miss $Gray is forced to wear by $Hannah .<</if>>It’s hard to believe that $Jen would want a chastity belt. While probably not meeting the classification of a nymphomaniac, she certainly referenced enjoying taking her boyfriend’s cock. It’s a mystery if she did in fact have them already, or they were a special purchase for $Ash , but either way, they won’t be used if you don’t want them to be. Given that you’ll have two loyal servants, it might be prudent to mark them as your property. [[21-4 Jen House Hypno Jen BothD<-Make them wear a collar][$SlaveAcc to 1]] [[21-4 Jen House Hypno Jen BothD<-Make them wear a chastity belt][$SlaveAcc to 2]]

<<if $SlaveAcc is 1>>You drop the chastity belts, and opt for the collars. They’re a much more overt sign of your dominance, able to be seen by anyone remotely close, which should be deliciously humiliating for both of them, especially when they have to see it on each other, and realize they’re matching.\ <<elseif $SlaveAcc is 2>>You drop the collars, and opt for the chastity belts. Leaving them no option to masturbate seems only fair after all that you’ve been through, when even now, with two slaves, you have to wear a cage. $Jen will have no way to experience a massive cock in her vagina or asshole, while $Ash will cry for the time she had your love organ locked.<</if>> You return to the lounge. A part of you feels that you should be worried they’ve fought free, and are about to stage an ambush, but this new part of you, one with a confidence summoned up from nowhere, tells you it’s okay, and there’s nothing to worry about. Seeing your two slaves numbly looking at the TV, you understand you were right. “$Ash , $Jen , rise!” They do so together, standing in front of you with their heads locked at your feet. Not only did the hypnosis work, it’s more effective than anything they mustered up. “Who do you serve?” “You, mistress !” “Who do you wake up for in the morning? Who do you spend every moment yearning to see? Who will you go to any lengths for to please?” “You, mistress !” “Good. Now, put your accessories on. These are the only gifts you should ever expect from me.” You drop the two metal toys at their feet. They show no hesitation, but you’re hungry to project your power. “Now!” “Yes, mistress !” <<if $SlaveAcc is 1>>They take some time to fiddle the collars into place, and $Jen manages to finish her task first, which $Ash seems salty about. They present their keys in their outstretched hands, which you snap up like they were keys to a sports car.\ <<elseif $SlaveAcc is 2>>They have to strip down to nothing but a blouse in order to put the belts on properly, and it’s clear to see, based on their rapid movements, that they're competing against one another to be done faster. $Ash does manage to finish first, which should hardly be a surprise, though $Jen is visibly salty about it. Their outstretched hands offer their keys to their owner.<</if>> “Tomorrow, I will begin using you however I like. You’re both dismissed.” All three of you head to the foyer, but you can hear whispering behind you. “What is it?” You yell, scaring them so much $Jen almost tumbles down the stairs. [[21-4 Jen House Hypno Ash BothE<-Continue]]

“Sissy, wait!” Mistress demands, attracting the attention of half the corridor as she does. “It’s time to end this war with $Ash , and I’ve got the perfect way.” “What is it, mistress?” You eagerly inquire, looking forward to a chance to serve your goddess uninterrupted from your would-be mistress’ attempts of sabotage. “Run to $Ash ‘s house, knock on the door until she answers, beg on your knees if you have to. Explain that I was trying a new form of hypnosis on you, but it didn’t work, and now you’ve realize that you actually want to serve her instead.” “But mistress, then she’ll try and hypnotize me again. How is that going to stop her?” “You didn’t let me finish, slave. When she’s distracted trying to ensnare you, that’s when I’ll swoop in, knock her off her feet, and then we can hypnotize her.” She begins to squeal with glee. “It’ll be so perfect, having two slaves to serve me and my every desire. And $Ash won’t be able to complain when I take every chance to punish her, just as she deserves.” As heart warming as it is to know that Mistress $Jen is looking forward to it, having to share her attention does admittedly sting a little. “What are you waiting for? I’ll practically be right behind you, now go!” Mistress $Jen shoves you off in the direction of the exit. If this works out, maybe you’ll be able to serve her and her boyfriend properly. <<if $HypnoS is 10>> Of course, this might also be your chance to turn over the table completely. Given the file you prepared to hypnotize someone else, you’re certainly prepared.<</if>> [[21-4 Ash HouseB<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

The closer you get to $Ash ‘s house, and the further you feel from Mistress $Jen , the more your confidence in the plan dwindles. $Ash can be impulsive, but will she really buy into this ploy? Sure, she might feel so relieved to have a chance at regaining her sissy that she won’t consider that it’s a trap, but if she thinks about it a bit more, some aspects would begin to not add up. She’ll have to believe that you truly are a sissy if your first instincts are to run to her. Knocking on the door, $Ash opens it rather quickly. She must have only arrive home herself. “Sissy? What do you want?” You immediately get on your knees, wanting this plan to work. Clasping your palms together and interlocking your fingers, you plead for forgiveness. “Mistress $Ash , I’m so sorry I wasn’t loyal to you - I never deserved even a second of your attention. How could I ever deserve to serve you again?” Whilst you practically kiss her shoes, $Ash peers around distrustingly. “What caused this change of attitude?” “Mistress $Jen ” You curse your submissive tendency. “$Jen , she was trying a new type of hypnosis. It was supposed to make me even more loyal to her, to make me drool at just seeing her, but it didn’t work! I woke up in the middle, and bolted out the house. Mistress $Ash , she was horrible. She never cared for me, and just wanted to use me. She’s not like you. You’re so kind and considerate. Would you ever considering allowing me to serve you again?” $Ash considers it, but it ultimately doesn’t take her that long to make up her mind. “Get up off your feet, sissy.” You obey, and follow her into the house. “It will take a long time for you to earn my forgiveness, but it can be done. We can start right now by making you my slave - for life.” She leads you up to her room, and immediately loads up a hypnotic file to “persuade” you back into her way of thinking. “Oh, but before we do that, I think I best put in a precaution, to make sure you stay here - you’ve already ran away from one mistress today. I have to make sure it’s not two, don’t I?” From an unmarked box, she withdraws a collar and leash, both customarily pink, and wraps it around your neck, tying the end to the foot of her bed. “This will make sure you stay put, sissy.” Mistress $Jen definitely didn’t account for this, and the longer it takes for her presence to reemerge, the more anxious you get. She never wanted you to actually get hypnotized; this is a disaster! The spiral begins to spin around, and $Ash ‘s subliminal words are already affecting your conscious. It won’t be much longer until… Suddenly, the door bursts open, almost breaking the hinges off. It’s Mistress $Jen , and she’s here to save you. $Ash lost her footing in the chaos of the door exploding open, but quickly recovers. “$Jen ! I should have known you were behind this. Well you’re too late. My new hypnosis is too powerful for $name ‘s tiny mind to withstand for long. She’s already mine.” “Shut up, slut. It’s time to end this!” $Ash isnot telling the complete truth. You definitely want to precede her name with “mistress” once more, and you’re tempted to come to her side, but she’s also either underestimating your brain power, or over estimating her. You’re not totally her toy, and it is something you can fight through. Though, the same is true from Mistress $Jen . While your body tries to fight off those defiant thoughts, enough of you is willing to betray your goddess. <<if $HypnoS is 10>>Of course, armed with your own spiral of enslavement, you could try and turn this around on the two of them.<</if>> [[21-4 Ash House Hypno Ash<-Help]] $Jen [[21-4 Ash House Hypno Jen<-Help]] $Ash <<if $HypnoS is 10>>[[21-4 Ash House Hypno Ash Both<-Help]] $Jen , hypnotize them both [[21-4 Ash House Hypno Jen Both<-Help]] $Ash , hypnotize them both\ <<else>>You can’t do that You can’t do that<</if>>

You’re proud of yourself for remaining loyal to Mistress $Jen . Her majesty came up with this plan, and you’d be a horrible servant if you betrayed her now. Though your leash prevents much movement, there’s enough to throw yourself at $Ash . “Ah! Damnit sissy.” It’s not so much that you manage to attack her, more that you fall at the floor beside her. As painful as that was, you do reach out with your arms and wrap them around her ankles. She’s wobbly footed anyway thanks to her heels, but you contain her movement even more. Now, she has nowhere to go. She can’t even slip out of the heels if she wanted to. “Good job, sissy!” $Ash tries to wriggle out, but to no effect. Mistress $Jen , meanwhile, busies herself collecting some rope that $Ash had stored in another box. Forging a lasso out of it, she captures $Ash ‘s arms by her side, making all four of her limbs redundant. For added security, or humiliation, Mistress $Jen does laps around her with the rest of the rope, until $Ash ‘s chance of escape are nill. She’s left tied up like a western outlaw captured by a cowboy, albeit one with a preference for pink rope. “You can get up, sissy.” $Ash does her best to wrangle to freedom still, defiant in the face of impossibility, but who could blame her? She knows what’s coming, and she’d do anything to get away. Mistress $Jen loads a new spiral for the two of you - one which is certain to leave you both mindless servants. “$Jen , please - I know we’ve had our differences, but if you let me go, I’ll never bother you again. You can have $name , I’ll never try to steal him back again. We can both move on with our lives.” “$Ash , tell me, would you rather massage my feet every morning, or lick me to orgasm daily? I definitely think you being at my feet would be more humiliating, or maybe I could turn you into a human footstool.” “$Jen , PLEASE! I can serve you if that’s what you want, but you know what this hypnosis has done to $name . He’s just a mindless cock hungry bimbo - that’s no good if you want someone to do work for you. Wouldn’t life be so much easier if you had me do all your homework, to help you study. I can even make $name work for me and give you the money he’s made as a prostitute, stripper, glory hole slut!” “I think the first thing I’ll have you do once you’re enslaved is throw away all your heels. If it’s true that there is a part of your old self trapped inside the mindless husk, I know that will be the worst part.” “Forget my heels, you can have them all, please! I’ll do anything. $Jen , you know your sister wouldn’t want this!” $Jen punches $Ash so hard in the face that her corpse almost slinks down onto the floor. “Don’t you dare bring her up, bitch. You’re mine now.” Mistress begins the hypnosis, and exits in case she’s caught in the crosshairs. Your reward for helping her? Being made doubly submissive. “This is all your fault, sissy.” $Ash sobs. “If you had just been a good girl, I would have never needed to hypnotize you in the first place. And now I’m doomed to live a life of servitude.” Her complaints fall on deaf ears. $Ash doesn’t treat justice well. The moment she gets hit with what she’s gleefully done to you for the past several weeks, she breaks down. Whoever she wants to blame is irrelevant. Soon enough, the only thing she’ll care about, as well as you, will be serving Mistress $Jen . [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] [[21-4 Ash House Hypno AshB<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $JenMistress to 0>>\ Your former mistress, $Jen , is even more vulnerable than your other former mistress, $Ash , as she’s not expecting her previously perfect and obedient sissy to stab her in the back. $Jen is close enough to you that you manage to encircle her with your arms, trapping her in place. “Sissy? What are you doing? Get off me!” She demands, but $Ash recognizes whose side you’re on, and jumps into action. With two furibund fists, she wails away with the grace of a wife who just found her husband cheating. $Jen does her best to cover herself, but there’s not a whole lot to be done. Being hit in the knee is preferable to a strike in the stomach, but that’s still a poor compromise. She doesn’t beg for mercy, or for $Ash to stop, only instead shrieking in pain. “You’re mine, $Jen , mine!” $Ash is manically smiling throughout the whole thing, terrifyingly so, and she shows impressive stamina by continuing when you’re certain she’s close to collapsing. Only when $Jen is left quivering, tears of ruined mascara running down her face, does she relent. Once she is done, Mistress $Ash removes a phone from her bag, loads up a video, and holds in front of yours and $Jen ‘s faces. Your mistress has to pull at $Jen ‘s hair to make her watch, and even then she closes her eyes, but your queen will not be denied. “Aren’t you going to beg me to let you go? Threaten me with your boyfriend and bags of money? Offer me all your shoes?” She teases. $Jen spits at your mistress. “Screw you, $Ash . I’m not giving you that satisfaction.” “That’s fine, because once you’re my bimbo slave, you’re going to be doing EVERYTHING for my satisfaction. If it’s true that there is a part of your old self trapped inside during the hypnosis, then I’ll make sure she’s crying every day. All your possessions will be mine. I’ll make you watch as me and your boyfriend have sex every day. I, your mistress, will cuck you. You’ll be beneath $name in my harem. Doesn’t that make you, I don’t know, angry?” “I’ll find a way to break free, $Ash , and when I do, I’ll kill you.” Mistress $Ash breaks out laughing. “I can’t wait to see you try.” $Jen accepts her fate, knowing she did everything she could, and succumbs to the spiral. [img[Images/Spiral 2.jpg]] [[21-4 Ash House Hypno JenB<-...][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $JenMistress to 0>>\ If you’re going to have any chance to turn your fortune around, this is it. But you’ll have to be smart about it; you can’t be sure you’ll win a 3-way fight. Your best chance is to appear to be siding with one of the girls, and then betray them too. And since it’s what is expected of you, that person happens to be $Jen . Though your leash prevents much movement, there’s enough to throw yourself at $Ash . “Ah! Damnit sissy.” It’s not so much that you manage to attack her, more that you fall at the floor beside her. As painful as that was, you do reach out with your arms and wrap them around her ankles. She’s wobbly footed anyway thanks to her heels, but you contain her movement even more. Now, she has nowhere to go. She can’t even slip out of the heels if she wanted to. “Good job, sissy!” $Ash tries to wriggle out, but to no effect. $Jen , meanwhile, busies herself collecting some rope that $Ash had stored in another box. Forging a lasso out of it, she captures $Ash ‘s arms by her side, making all four of her limbs redundant. For added security, or humiliation, Mistress $Jen does laps around her with the rest of the rope, until $Ash ‘s chance of escape are nill. She’s left tied up like a western outlaw captured by a cowboy, albeit one with a preference for pink rope. Meanwhile, you do your best to untie the leash holding you captive, and $Ash must have rushed it, because it proves easy to escape from, as does the collar. It’s when $Jen , satisfied, observes her work that you pounce on her. Using the leash, you swipe her off her feet, and she lands with an ugly thud. “Sissy?! What the hell are you doing?” Then, you equip her with the collar and leash, confining her to within an inch radius of the bed. But since you could escape, so can she. What feels like a mile and a half of rope gets tangled around her. Most of it is thoroughly wrapped and tied, but at some point, you realize it’s fine to throw the rest on top of her, as it’ll be not from impossible to realized which rope is the issue. [[21-4 Ash House Hypno Ash BothB<-Continue]]

<<set $JenMistress to 0>>\ If you’re going to have any chance to turn your fortune around, this is it. But you’ll have to be smart about it; you can’t be sure you’ll win a 3-way fight. Your best chance is to appear to be siding with one of the girls, and then betray them too. Though it might be more suspicious to change sides, you hope $Ash doesn’t think too much on it, as you decide to help her. Jen is close enough to you that you manage to encircle her with your arms, trapping her in place. “Sissy? What are you doing? Get off me!” She demands, but $Ash acknowledges what you’ve done, and jumps into action. With two furibund fists, she wails away with the grace of a wife who just found her husband cheating. $Jen does her best to cover herself, but there’s not a whole lot to be done. Being hit in the knee is preferable to a strike in the stomach, but that’s still a poor compromise. She doesn’t beg for mercy, or for $Ash to stop, only instead shrieking in pain. Meanwhile, you occupy yourself by subtly untying the leash and removing your collar. “You’re mine, $Jen , mine!” $Ash is manically smiling throughout the whole thing, terrifyingly so, and she shows impressive stamina by continuing when you’re certain she’s close to collapsing. Only when $Jen is left quivering, tears of ruined mascara running down her face, does she relent, but she’s exhausted herself by that point, so that’s when you strike. Using the leash, you swipe her off her feet, and she lands with an ugly thud. “Sissy?! Then, you equip her with the collar and leash, confining her to within an inch radius of the bed. But since you could escape, so can she. What feels like a mile and a half of rope gets tangled around her. Most of it is thoroughly wrapped and tied, but at some point, you realize it’s fine to throw the rest on top of her, as it’ll be not from impossible to realized which rope is the issue. [[21-4 Ash House Hypno Jen BothB<-Continue]]

This hypnosis must be more powerful than any you’ve faced before, as you could swear you were out for much longer than your past experiences. You’re no longer collared to the bed, and $Ash isn’t tied by a single loop of rope. Mistress $Jen places a hand on your cheek, caressing your face. “$name , you’ve been loyal to me, and for that, I will treat you fairly. My unbreakable hypnosis has made you my sissy slave for life, and nothing can be done to change that. My wants are your needs. My displeasure is your torture. My orgasms are your lifeblood. No matter the cost or pain it might bring, you will OBEY.” “Yes mistress.” “And you.” Goddess’ attention pivots to $Ash , who is keeled over. “You will learn the true meaning of pain. What’s my name?” She slowly pulls herself up, looking straight ahead at the perfection of beauty expectantly glaring at her. “You’re Mistress $Jen .” Mistress’ smile is always a picturesque scene, but this expression deserves to be preserved in museums and time capsules. “And what is your purpose?” “To serve you, Mistress $Jen .” “And what lengths will you go to to do that?” “Any lengths, Mistress $Jen .” “Good.” Goddess continues beaming with a pride that is unfathomably sexy. If $Ash had a smile on her face, it would certainly be removed when Mistress $Jen summons up a huge ball of spit, shooting it right in her face. “You’re lucky to be in my presence, bitch.” $Ash doesn’t even take the risk by wiping the saliva away. She can only let it drool down her own face. “As if my hypnosis wasn’t unbreakable enough, I have something else that’s permanent for the two of you. Something to mark you as mine for everyone to see.” Mistress $Jen retrieves two identical metal bands. By just sight, it’s easy to detect they have some weight. “This one, for the sissy.” She wraps it around your neck, clicking it shut at the back. “And this one, for the whore.” $Ash accepts the gift willingly. [img[Images/Slaves.jpg]] “I might as well solder them on, because they are NEVER coming off, understand?” “Yes mistress.” You and $Ash answer in unison. “Good. $Ash , show $name out. Then I want you to watch as I do some damage to your heels.” “Yes mistress.” You shuffle down the stairs, $Ash at your heels, and exit the former home $Ash . It might as well be Mistress $Jen ‘s now. “$Ash , are you really going to do what Mistress $Jen wants?” Even though she endured the same hypnosis, it’s hard to believe such a thing could actually happen. “Why wouldn’t I, $name ? I was put on this planet to do Mistress $Jen ‘ s bidding, so that’s what I’ll do.” Only now can you see her eyes, and there’s a distinct sparkle missing. [[Room 1/2<-...][$H to $H + 1]]

This hypnosis must be more powerful than any you’ve faced before, as you could swear you were out for much longer than your past experiences. The collar around your neck is no longer present, and $Jen is beside you, slowly stirring back to life once the spiral fades. [img[Images/Double Hypno.jpg]] 2 snappy claps draw your mutual attention behind you, where Mistress $Ash is stood. You’re now certain that this hypnosis is improved, as she’s positively glowing. “Sissy $name , who do you serve?” She demands, her voice the solitary noise in the entire house. “You, Mistress $Ash .” “Bimbo $Jen , who do you serve?” “You, Mistress $Ash .” The formerly defiant and indomitable person you knew as $Jen replies. “Good. You two will make formidable slaves. But first, there are going to be some changes that need to take place, namely concerning you, $Jen . It’s not right that you live in a massive house, while I toil away in this place that barely has enough space for my heels, nevermind my boots, is it?” “No, mistress.” “I’m glad you agree. From now on, your house is MINE. All the rooms in it, all the items, the cars, the shoes, mine. Is that a problem?” “No, mistress.” “But I won’t kick you out onto the street. I am a kind mistress, you know. I’ll let you live and sleep there. How about in the basement?” “Thank you, mistress.” Goddess’ attention returns to you. “I do wish I could let my sissy live with us too. I’d even let you have a proper bedroom.” She laughs. “Sadly, our teacher wouldn’t allow it.” You curse that someone dare undermine Mistress $Ash ‘s power. “But I’m not done with you yet, $Jen . I am certain that if I told you no masturbating, you’d be obedient like the good slave you are, but I don’t want to give you the option of disobeying.” From yet another box of kinky supplies, she removes a chastity belt, maybe even the same one Miss $Gray forced her to wear before. She dumps it on the floor in front of $Jen . “Put it on.” “Yes mistress.” Her second slaves answers, removing her skirt and panties, only to cover them up with the chastity belt. Though she does struggle to lock it, neither you nor your mistress assist her. You, because you weren’t told to, and Goddess $Ash , because she enjoys watching $Jen struggle. Once it is locked, $Jen presents the key to your shared mistress like you’d present an offering to medieval monarch. Mistress $Ash snatches the key up, and thoroughly shakes the belt to ensure its security. She seems satisfied. [img[Images/P - Ash chastity.jpg]] With a final laugh at seeing her success, Goddess $Ash seems content with you today. “$name , you can leave. Tomorrow, your joint servitude properly begins. As for you” she addresses $Jen , “we still have so much fun to have today. But first, show $name out.” “Yes mistress.” $Jen leads you to the front door. “$Jen , are you really going to do what Mistress $Ash tells you?” Even though she endured the same hypnosis, it’s hard to believe such a thing could actually happen. “Why wouldn’t I, $name ? There’s nothing else that’s worth doing if I can’t serve Mistress $Ash .” Only now can you observe her face properly, and there’s a distinct smile that’s missing. [[Room 1/2<-...][$H to $H + 1]]

“$name , as your mistress I demand you help me out at once!” “Ha!” $Ash roaringly laughs. “I knew my hypnosis would work, it just took a while to take effect. Good job, sissy, now release me!” She joyfully exclaims, while $Jen grunts as she tries hopelessly to get free. They’re both still doing their best to free themselves, but it’s pointless resistance. $Ash might as well be hogtied, while $Jen seems to be stuck in one of those huge nets used for fishing. “None of you are getting released.” “What?!” They yell in unison. “I knew I never should have trusted that bitch, $Gray . She hypnotized you herself, didn’t she? Made you a sleeper agent until you could ensnare me.” She shakes her head in rage. “Hey, $Gray , you can come out now! We know what you’re up to.” $Jen seems to understand the moment more quickly. “You’re both mine now.” When you’ve been associating with such demanding people for so long, you immediately understand how you’re supposed to talk to those beneath you. “But you’re a sissy, $name . You can’t be a top, that’s ridiculous.” “So what are you going to do? Keep us in chastity to make us obedient?” “Better than that.” You connect your phone to the TV. A spiral soon appears. “Hypnosis?” $Ash bursts out laughing. “Do you realize how complex it is? You can’t just plug in any only video and expect us to serve you. It took me months to make the right file.” “It took me a week.” “I know it’s hard, but I studied diligently.” You drop $Jen ‘s Hypnosis For Dummies at their feet. “You stole my book? I thought $Ash took it.” “I did. Well, one of them, at least.” “How many of my things have you stolen?” “It’s not the things I’ve stolen that you should worry about, it’s the things I left behind. I hope you enjoyed using your toothbrush” $Ash snides. $Jen attempts to throw herself at $Ash , but it’s more like a slight nudge. “Knock that off. After you two used me however you like without a single care, it’s time for you to experience what it’s like to serve someone you hate, and you’ll be doing it with each other.” “Sissy, wait. What if $Jen gave you all her money. Would you let us go then?” “My money isn’t being used to buy your freedom.” “The two of you serving me isn’t negotiable.” “Come on, $Jen . We can take her down if we fight together.” “Go fuck yourself, $Ash . $name , just get this over with.” The spiral whirls to life, and you exit the room as a precaution. [[21-4 Ash House Hypno Ash BothC<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

You slam the door shut, locking it behind you. The sound of the thud must be nail in the coffin of $Ash ‘s hopes. $Jen accepted her fate with more dignity, but that won’t matter once your hypnotic words take effect. Breathing a sigh of relief that you didn’t end up being hypnotized once more, you wander through the house. This is the first time you’ve seen clearly, unburdened by a submissive haze, since $Ash made you wear a skirt and blouse so long ago. Since then, you’ve jerked, sucked, been fucked, swallowed dubious amounts of cum, not to mention how busy you’ve been at lunch times. With $Ash and $Jen under your spell, though, maybe you can breathe a little easier. The weapon they used against you finally backfired, and they won’t get a chance to repent. Sadly, it won’t solve the issue of your meddling teacher and the addict-level dependance $Hannah has on you, nor will it do anything to prevent their wedding in 2 short days. Navigating your way into the lounge, you can see the mess of things that $Ash had acquired, presumably to further sabotage your service to $Jen . There’s several crowbars and axes which might be used for knocking down a door or breaking open a window. There’s even a set of lockpicks and a padlock, presumably for practice. There’s a set of blueprints that seem to match $Jen ‘s house, as well as several pictures that are clearly taken by someone sneaking around. There’s also a bunch more items, but it’s hard to figure how they could be used to interrupt $Jen ‘s life. There’s a men’s shirt with lipstick on the collar, a set of car keys, several badly edited images of $Jen ‘s boyfriend with another woman, a snowglobe, a flip phone, a receipt for an expensive ring, and a pair of granny panties. There’s also a couple of chastity belts, just like the one Miss $Gray forced $Ash to wear before. <<if visited("House 5 Night BM") is 0>>And like the one Miss $Gray is forced to wear by $Hannah .<</if>>It’s unlikely that she took interest in locking herself up, but maybe she intended one to be wrapped around $Jen ‘s crotch. The second one? Who knows. There’s also a tattoo pen, which $Ash likely had equally horrible intentions with. Given that you’ll have two loyal servants, it might be prudent to mark them as your property. [[21-4 Ash House Hypno Ash BothD<-Mark them with the tattoo pen][$SlaveAcc to 3]] [[21-4 Ash House Hypno Ash BothD<-Make them wear a chastity belt][$SlaveAcc to 2]]

<<if $SlaveAcc is 3>>You ignore the chastity belts, and opt for the tattoo pen. Branding them with it is a much more overt sign of your dominance than a chastity cage, and is as close to permanent as something can be. Maybe $Jen would have the funds to have it removed, but $Ash doesn’t, at least based on the amount of junk she’s storing in the lounge. And if the hypnosis works as intended, they wouldn’t want them removed anyway.\ <<elseif $SlaveAcc is 2>>You ignore the tattoo pen, and opt for the chastity belts. Leaving them no option to masturbate seems only fair after all that you’ve been through, when even now, with two slaves, you have to wear a cage. $Jen will have no way to experience a massive cock in her vagina or asshole, while $Ash will cry for the time she had your love organ locked.<</if>> You return to the bedroom. A part of you feels that you should be worried they’ve fought free, and are about to stage an ambush, but this new part of you, one with a confidence summoned up from nowhere, tells you it’s okay, and there’s nothing to worry about. Seeing your two slaves numbly looking at the TV, you understand you were right. “$Ash , $Jen , rise!” They do so together, standing in front of you with their heads locked at your feet. Not only did the hypnosis work, it’s more effective than anything they mustered up. “Who do you serve?” “You, mistress !” “Who do you wake up for in the morning? Who do you spend every moment yearning to see? Who will you go to any lengths for to please?” “You, mistress !” <<if $SlaveAcc is 2>>“Good. Now put your accessories on.” The metal belts of sexual restriction are tossed at their feet. They have to strip down to nothing but a blouse in order to put them on properly, and it’s clear to see, based on their rapid movements, that they’re competing against one another to be done faster. $Ash does manage to finish first, which should hardly be a surprise, though $Jen is visibly salty about it. Their outstretched hands offer their keys to their owner.\ <<elseif $SlaveAcc is 3>>“Good. Now, it’s time to mark you as my toys. Strip.” They do so obediently, entirely naked, even though only their butts are necessary for what’s about to happen. Starting with $Jen , you squat down behind her ass, and begin to write. You’ve never used one before, nor have you practiced, but that’s irrelevant. They don’t need, or deserve, for them to be pretty. You just want an unmistakable sign of their ownership. $Jen accepts her tattoo without a complaint, though $Ash does cry a little at the pain. When you’re done, they’re pretty much matching, save for font and size deviation. On both of their right butt cheeks, they’re loudly announcing “property of $name .” It’s hard not to smile at your work. <</if>> “Tomorrow, I will begin using you however I like. You’re both dismissed.” All three of you walk to the door, but you can hear whispering behind you. “What is it?” You yell, scaring them so much $Jen almost slips. [[21-4 Jen House Hypno Ash BothE<-Continue]]

“$name , as your mistress I demand you help me up at once!” $Jen yells, lying on the ground, clutching at several wounds. “Just who did my hypnosis make you loyal to?” They’re both still doing their best to get up, but it’s pointless resistance. $Ash seems to be caught in one of those huge nets used for fishing, while the best thing for $Jen would be several hours of sleep to allow her injured body a chance to recover. “None of you are getting released.” “What?!” They yell in unison. “I knew I never should have trusted that bitch, $Gray . She hypnotized you herself, didn’t she? Made you a sleeper agent until you could ensnare me.” She shakes her head in rage. “Hey, $Gray , you can come out now! We know what you’re up to.” $Jen seems to understand the moment more quickly. “You’re both mine now.” When you’ve been associating with such demanding people for so long, you immediately understand how you’re supposed to talk to those beneath you. “But you’re a sissy, $name . You can’t be a top, that’s ridiculous.” “So what are you going to do? Keep us in chastity to make us obedient?” “Better than that.” You connect your phone to the TV. A spiral soon appears. “Hypnosis?” $Ash bursts out laughing. “Do you realize how complex it is? You can’t just plug in any only video and expect us to serve you. It took me months to make the right file.” “It took me a week.” “I know it’s hard, but I studied diligently.” You drop $Jen ‘s Hypnosis For Dummies at their feet. “You stole my book? I thought $Ash took it.” “I did. Well, one of them, at least.” “How many of my things have you stolen?” “It’s not the things I’ve stolen that you should worry about, it’s the things I left behind. I hope you enjoyed using your toothbrush” $Ash snides. $Jen attempts to throw herself at $Ash , but it’s more like a slight nudge. “Knock that off. After you two used me however you like without a single care, it’s time for you to experience what it’s like to serve someone you hate, and you’ll be doing it with each other.” “Sissy, wait. What if $Jen gave you all her money. Would you let us go then?” “My money isn’t being used to buy your freedom.” “The two of you serving me isn’t negotiable.” “Come on, $Jen . We can take her down if we fight together.” “Go fuck yourself, $Ash . $name , just get this over with.” The spiral whirls to life, and you exit the room as a precaution. [[21-4 Ash House Hypno Ash BothC<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $H to 7>>\ <<if $ChoresPunish gt 0>>You awake to shrill screeches and hard to make out words. But even with the chaos of pedestrians and passing cars, you know without a doubt that it’s the pre-wedding nerves peaking inside the house. After exiting the kennel, doing your customary, and necessary, stretches, you enter the home of Miss $Gray , and the soon to be $Hannah $Gray , or whatever they might change their name to.\ <<else>>You awake to shrill screeches and hard to make out words. From your cozy room just a story above, it’s easy to know it’s the pre-wedding nerves peaking downstairs. After sigh that your last hope to die in your sleep fell through, you descend to meet Miss $Gray , and the soon to be $Hannah $Gray , or whatever they’ll change their name to.<</if>> [img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] “There she is!” $Hannah screeches, dashing over to you. “I was just about to wake you up. There’s so much to do, I don’t know if we’ll have enough time. $Gray2 , do you think we’ll have enough time.” They’re both still in their pyjamas, which are still somewhat formal, in the case of Miss $Gray . “Don’t worry, honey, it’s going to go just as planned. We entrusted our maid to plan this, remember?” “I know, I know, but how can you be so calm? Have you been married before or something?” $Hannah snaps. <<if $Home is 2 and $AshMistress is 1>>“Honey, I…” There’s a knock at the door, and eager for a chance to escape the disputing couple for any amount of time, you answer it, under the guise of fulfilling your maid duties. Opening it, your heart calms down at seeing it’s the only person worthy of caring for - Mistress $Ash. Trailing behind her is $Jen , who has a smile on her face, likely because she’s also near your mistress. “Mistress? Please, come in!” If anyone can flip around your emotions in a hurry, it’s her. Mistress $Ash , $Jen , Miss $Gray and $Hannah convene in the kitchen. For the first time, all these women who have played a monumental role in the shaping of your life since you moved to this city are in the same room. At different points in time, you’ve been pledged to service beneath them all. But this day, sadly, isnot about your mistress, it’s about Miss $Gray and $Hannah . “$Jen , right? $Ash had told me about you being friends with $name .” Miss $Gray offers her hand. “Yes.” $Jen replies, shaking it. “I used to think I was equal with Mistress $Ash . Since then she’s helped me realize how worthy she is of being served, and I love every second of it. I’m so envious of you and $name for being in the same class as her.” “Hmm. Well, she can be a bit of a handful, but she’s proven effective at training $name .” She rebukes the praise, maybe even feeling irritated at someone else getting so much attention. “It’s you, again.” $Hannah coldly states, addressing $Ash . She’s still incensed at her for forcing you to reveal your sissyness, but your step sister can’t deny that she loves having a sissy maid. “Hello, $Hannah . You must so excited; I’m sure you’ll be so beautiful in your dress.” “I know I will.” $Hannah observes the way you and $Jen prefer to linger next to Mistress $Ash .“How did you get those two to be so obedient?” Your goddess, sensing a way to reverse her perception, humors her. “Let me tell you about this wonderful thing called hypnosis…”\ <<elseif $Home is 2 and $JenMistress is 1>>“Honey, I…” There’s a knock at the door, and eager for a chance to escape the disputing couple for any amount of time, you answer it, under the guise of fulfilling your maid duties. Opening it, your heart calms down at seeing it’s the only person worthy of caring for - Mistress $Jen. Trailing behind her is $Ash , who has a smile on her face, likely because she’s also near your mistress. “Mistress? Please, come in!” If anyone can flip around your emotions in a hurry, it’s her. “Come on, slut.” Goddess demands to her other slave. Mistress $Jen , $Ash , Miss $Gray and $Hannah convene in the kitchen. For the first time, all these women who have played a monumental role in the shaping of your life since you moved to this city are in the same room. At different points in time, you’ve been pledged to service beneath them all. But this day, sadly, isnot about your mistress, it’s about Miss $Gray and $Hannah . “$Jen , right? $Ash had told me about you being friends with $name .” Miss $Gray offers her hand. “Yes.” Mistress replies, shaking it. “My slut, $Ash , told me about the deal you had with her. I want to assure you that $name serving me won’t interfere with her maid service in the least.” “Hmm.” Miss $Gray ponders. “We’ll have to see, won’t we?” It’s doubtful that either woman believe what’s been said, but it’s a necessary formality for a first time meeting. $Hannah , seeing $Ash at Mistress’ heels, decides to introduce herself too. “Hello there. I’m $Hannah , $name ‘s step sister.” “She’s told me such wonderful things about you.” Your goddess answers, wanting to appease her. She’s already off to a better start than $Ash ever got to. “Tell me, how did you get these two to be so obedient?” $Jen smiles. “Let me tell you about this wonderful thing called hypnosis.” “Hypnosis? $Gray2 , I like this one already!” She exclaims.\ <<elseif $AshSlave is 1>>“Honey, I…” There’s a knock at the door, and eager for a chance to escape the disputing couple for any amount of time, you answer it, under the guise of fulfilling your maid duties. Opening it, your heart calms a little. Not only is it someone you know, it’s someone who’s pledged themself to serving you, two of them in fact. Shoulder to hateful shoulder, they’re smiling as you greet them. “Hi mistress!” “We’re so excited for the big day.” “And just to be near you in general.” $Jen hastily adds. “Come in, slaves.” They do so simultaneously, colliding with each other in the too thin door way. They shove each other a little, and threaten to get into yet another fight, but you demand they stop, and follow you in an orderly line. “Yes mistress!” “Sorry mistress!” $Jen , $Ash , Miss $Gray and $Hannah convene in the kitchen. For the first time, all these women who have played a monumental role in the shaping of your life since you moved to this city are in the same room. At different points in time, you’ve been pledged to service beneath them all. Now, half of them serve you with undying loyalty, and the other two use you as a maid. “$Jen , right? $Ash had told me about you being friends with $name .” Miss $Gray offers her hand. “Yes. Me and $Ash both used to treat Mistress $name horribly. Thankfully, she’s shown us the way, and now we’re determined to make amends.” “Right.” $Ash adds. “I love Mistress $name .” “So do I.” “Well I love her more.” “It doesn’t matter.” $Jen whispers, elbowing $Ash . “Yes” Miss $Gray replies, visibly confused, but too busy to worry about what they’ve said “well, I’m happy to have you both at the wedding.” “Ah, $Ash .” $Hannah steals the attention away. “I didn’t know you were invited.” “$Hannah , as Mistress $name ‘s step sister, I want apologize for telling you she was a sissy before. I recognize that it was a horrible thing to do to mistress, and I wish I could take it back.” $Hannah is just as baffled as her fiance, but also refuses to let it bother her.\ <<elseif $Home is 1>>“Honey, I…” There’s a knock at the door, and eager for a chance to escape the disputing couple for any amount of time, you answer it, under the guise of fulfilling your maid duties. Opening it, you could certainly be happier. It’s $Ash , having presumably invited herself. “I’m not late, am I?” She also invites herself in, where she immediately convenes with Miss $Gray and $Hannah in the kitchen. Neither of them seem elated at her presence either. “$Ash ? I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised at you being $name ‘s plus one.” “Since when did we allow her to have a plus one?” Your step sister interrupts, spitefully staring at $Ash , who she’s never forgiven for sharing with her that you’re a sister, though she can’t lie and say having a sissy maid isn’t nice. “I think $Ash deserves to be there. After all, she’s done so much to improve $name ‘s obedience.” Miss $Gray attempts to appease her fiance. “Who else are we going to allow her to bring? The school marching band?” “$Hannah “ your teacher places a hand on her soon-to-be wife’s shoulder “Farrix doesn’t have a marching band.” “You know the point I’m trying to make.” $Hannah sighs in response, her nervous energy at a peak.<</if>> “I think it’s time we decided on what our maid will get to wear, don’t you?” “Fine. But to do that, we have to see just how good she’s been in the preparations.” <<if $Home is 1>>[img[Images/Ash Wedding.jpg]] It’s only now that you, Miss $Gray and $Hannah , notice the dress $Ash is wearing. It’s bordering on being a bride’s dress, and she wasn’t even invited to the thing. It’s just short enough that she has deniability, but your step sister’s rolling eyes don’t bode well for the review of your preparations.\ <<elseif $Home is 2 and $AshMistress is 1>>[img[Images/Ash Wedding.jpg]] Rather than your apparel, the brides’ attention turn to the two other women, and they could be happier at the results. Both of their dresses are inappropriate, but for entirely different reasons. Mistress $Ash ‘s dress is like something you’d expect for a bridesmaid to wear, and she’s not even close to that level of friendship with either of the couple. $Jen , meanwhile, clearly had a dressed picked out for her by that mistress, as it’s ugly, totally mismatched, and more appropriate to a Saturday in a park, compared to the most formal of occasions. While it’s not like you picked the outfits, $Hannah rolls her eyes, which doesn’t bode well for your review.\ <<elseif $Home is 2 and $JenMistress is 1>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore + 2>>[img[Images/Wedding Bridesmaid 2.jpg]] Rather than your apparel, the brides’ attention turn to the two other women, and they seem impressed. Mistress $Jen picked out a lovely purple number that’s not overstated. While beautiful, it won’t draw eyes away from the stars of the show. $Ash , meanwhile, is wearing a short pink dress. Mistress $Jen doubtlessly picked it out for her as she felt it would be humiliating, while still being appropriate for the event. The brides seem to appreciate their choice of fashion.\ <<elseif $AshSlave is 1>>Of course, that means it’s time to select the slaves’ apparel, and they came prepared. Inside their respective bags, they have enough change of clothes to go in a variety of outfits, and they’re waiting for their mistress’ order.<</if>> <<if $AshSlave is 1>>[[Wedding Slave Outfit<-Pick their outfits]]\ <<elseif $WeddingMakeup is 1>>[[Wedding Makeup<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Wedding Car<-Continue]]<</if>>

Select an outfit for $Jen . $Jen ‘s current outfit is <<if $WeddingJen is 1>>a dress<<elseif $WeddingJen is 2>>a maid outfit<<elseif $WeddingJen is 3>>jeans and a t-shirt<<elseif $WeddingJen is 4>>lingerie<<elseif $WeddingJen is 5>>nothing<</if>> [[Wedding Slave Outfit<-A dress][$WeddingJen to 1]] [[Wedding Slave Outfit<-Maid outfit][$WeddingJen to 2]] [[Wedding Slave Outfit<-Jeans and a t-shirt][$WeddingJen to 3]] [[Wedding Slave Outfit<-Lingerie][$WeddingJen to 4]] [[Wedding Slave Outfit<-Nothing][$WeddingJen to 5]] Select an outfit for $Ash . $Ash ‘s current outfit is <<if $WeddingAsh is 1>>a dress<<elseif $WeddingAsh is 2>>a maid outfit<<elseif $WeddingAsh is 3>>jeans and a t-shirt<<elseif $WeddingAsh is 4>>lingerie<<elseif $WeddingAsh is 5>>nothing<</if>> [[Wedding Slave Outfit<-A dress][$WeddingAsh to 1]] [[Wedding Slave Outfit<-Maid outfit][$WeddingAsh to 2]] [[Wedding Slave Outfit<-Jeans and a t-shirt][$WeddingAsh to 3]] [[Wedding Slave Outfit<-Lingerie][$WeddingAsh to 4]] [[Wedding Slave Outfit<-Nothing][$WeddingAsh to 5]] [[Wedding Slave OutfitB<-Continue]]

“Now hurry up, sissy.” Miss $Gray demands. “After //whatever// happened with our beautician, we need you to turn us into queens.” $Hannah dumps the practical entirety of her vanity in front of you. Various tubes and palettes drop onto the floor, and you’re left with the litter to sort through in order to remake their appearance in a way suitable for a wedding. It’s a lot of pressure on someone who, up until relatively recently, had never applied makeup a day in their life. Not only do you have the complexities of blending eyeshadow, matching foundation and concealers, but you also have to paint their nails. Flawlessly. Anything less will be grounds for punishment from either of the two, maybe both. Today is simply too important to mess this up. Unless, of course, you did fail anyway. Their wedding photos, a memento for life, would be much more bearable hung up in the lounge if they featured a mess of lipstick and misused colors. [[Wedding Makeup Sabo<-Deliberately do it poorly]] [[Wedding Makeup Well<-Do it well]]

<<set $H to $H + 1>>\ <<if $WeddingMakeup is 0>>The beautician arrives to expertly apply makeup to the brides as agreed upon a few weeks ago. Throughout that process, Miss $Gray demands your attention.\ <<else>>Moving past the makeup, Miss $Gray demands your attention.<</if>> “Okay, sissy. It’s time for you to share everything else you’ve prepared for the wedding. If you’ve done exactly what we asked, I’m more than willing for you to be a bridesmaid. If not, I hardly know if I want you there at all.” “Of course you’ll be there.” $Hannah adds. “It’s just how close to us you’ll be, and what you’re going to be wearing.” She laughs. “Firstly, what car are we going to be riding in?” “The limo better be stocked with champagne!” <<if $WPLimo is 2>>[[Wedding Photo<-Take the limo][$WPLimo to 3]]<<else>>You can’t do that<</if>> <<if $WPMonster is 2>>[[Wedding Photo<-Take the monster truck][$WPMonster to 3]]<<else>>You can’t do that<</if>> <<if $WPIceCream is 2>>[[Wedding Photo<-Take the ice cream van][$WPIceCream to 3]]<<else>>You can’t do that<</if>> <<if $WPTrikes is 2>>[[Wedding Photo<-Take the trikes][$WPTrikes to 3]]<<else>>You can’t do that<</if>> <<if $WPLimo is 0 and $WPMonster is 0 and $WPIceCream is 0 and $WPTrikes is 0>>[[Wedding Photo<-“Um…][$WPLimo to 4]]<<else>>[[Wedding Photo<-Claim you didn’t organize anything][$WPLimo to 4]]<</if>>

Your two slaves get changed. <<if $WeddingJen lt $WeddingAsh>>$Ash grunts at seeing $Jen wear something nicer than her. “This isn’t fair, mistress!” “Quiet, $Ash !”\ <<elseif $WeddingAsh lt $WeddingJen>>$Jen looks disappointed at seeing $Ash wear something nicer she is. “Why does she get to look pretty and I don’t?” “Pipe down, $Jen .”\ <<elseif $WeddingAsh == $WeddingJen>>Neither of them complain at what they’re forced to wear, seeing the justice in the matching apparel.<</if>> <<if $SlaveTit is 1 and $WeddingAsh is 5 and $WeddingJen is 5>>Though they’re entirely without clothing, they do still have their locked collars, which they seem to take extra pride in right now.\ <<elseif $SlaveTit is 1 and $WeddingAsh is 4 and $WeddingJen is 4>>Though they’ve only got their miniscule undergarments to protect their shreds of modesty, the steel collars trapped around their necks stand out above a pair of panties or bra.\ <<elseif $SlaveTit is 1 and $WeddingAsh is 3 and $WeddingJen is 3>>Their otherwise mundane outfit looks delightfully mismatched with their collars, which will either be humiliating, or be something they take pride in as people question them about it.\ <<elseif $SlaveTit is 1 and $WeddingAsh is 2 and $WeddingJen is 2>>With their collars synergizing with the submissive nature of the maid outfit, their entire ensemble seems well thought out. You can only hope $Hannah doesn’t really like the look, and doesn’t decide you should match when doing your chores.\ <<elseif $SlaveTit is 1 and $WeddingAsh is 1 and $WeddingJen is 1>>Their beautiful dresses might make them appear as innocuous guests at the wedding, but their collars will ensure it’s still clear that they’re servants.\ <<elseif $SlaveTit is 2 and $WeddingAsh is 5 and $WeddingJen is 5>>They would be entirely naked, were it not for their chastity belts, locked tightly around both their crotch. It provides some modesty, but too little to really take solace in if you were either of them. If anything, it highlights their depravity, compared to their entirely naked form.\ <<elseif $SlaveTit is 2 and $WeddingAsh is 4 and $WeddingJen is 4>>Their panties don’t do nearly enough to hide the chastity belt beneath them, which should be a bizarre sight when people check out the two women who showed up in their lingerie.\ <<elseif $SlaveTit is 2 and $WeddingAsh lt 4 and $WeddingJen lt 4>>Almost disappointingly, no one will be able to witness the chastity belts you so poetically locked around their crotches, even if they can be quite bulky.\ <<elseif $SlaveTit is 3 and $WeddingAsh is 5 and $WeddingJen is 5>>Being stark naked is humiliating enough, but their matching tattoos on their exposed butts will lead to even more inspection of them by onlookers.\ <<elseif $SlaveTit is 3 and $WeddingAsh is 4 and $WeddingJen is 4>>Standing in nothing but a set of bra and panties, they’re sure to be humiliated, but the bikini styling allows their freshly minted tattoos to be shown off, which will be icing on a very embarrassing cake.\ <<elseif $SlaveTit is 3 and $WeddingAsh lt 4 and $WeddingJen lt 4>>Sadly, nobody will be able to see the freshly branded tattoos staining their butts. It’d certainly be an entertaining look of confusion on all the guests.<</if>> Miss $Gray inspects $Jen . <<if $WeddingJen is 1>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore + 1>>[img[Images/Wedding Bridesmaid 2.jpg]] “What a beautiful dress. Only an intensely feminine person like you, $name , could have selected something so appropriate. Well done!”\ <<elseif $WeddingJen is 2>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore + 1>>[img[Images/Wedding maid.jpg]] “I see you had an extra maid outfit laying around.” She laughs. “I suppose I have no issue with the look, though. It’s certainly formal enough.” <<elseif $WeddingJen is 3>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore - 1>>[img[Images/Wedding Casual.jpg]] She quickly sighs. “I’d prevent anyone from coming to my wedding if they turned up in Levi’s and a t-shirt, but she is your plus one.” <<elseif $WeddingJen is 4>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore - 1>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1>>[img[Images/Wedding Lingerie.jpg]] She shakes her head in shocked frustration. “Today is supposed to be really special, but you’re too busy turning it into a lustful fantasy of yours.”\ <<elseif $WeddingJen is 5>><<set $GrayR to $GrayR - 1>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore - 1>>She rolls her eyes at the sight before her. Rather than addressing $Jen , though, she turns to you. “Really?”<</if>> $Hannah then looks $Ash up and down. <<if $WeddingAsh is 1>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore + 1>>“This dress will do nicely.” She compliments. “Pretty, but not prettier than mine. I approve.”\ \ <<elseif $WeddingAsh is 2>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore + 1>>“This maid outfit looks fresh from your closet, $name .” She thinks more on the sight. “Well, I suppose I’ll allow it. Maybe she can give the venue a once over with a brush before we get there.”\ \ <<elseif $WeddingAsh is 3>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore - 1>>She almost screams at seeing the basic set of jeans and a t-shirt, like $Jen were rocking up to a formal time of drinks at the local bar. “If we had more time, I’d be making you wear a dress.”\ \ <<elseif $WeddingAsh is 4>><<set $HannahR to $HannahR - 1>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore - 1>>“Lingerie?” Her attention turns to you. “You couldn’t come up with something more suitable on the biggest day of MY life? It’s like you want to be serving as our shoe shiner.”\ \ <<elseif $WeddingAsh is 5>><<set $HannahR to $HannahR - 1>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore - 1>>She’s left shrugging her shoulders. “What sort of strategy is this? “I don’t know what to wear, so I’ll just wear nothing.” If you were going to the store, sure, but not to MY wedding!”<</if>> <<if $WeddingMakeup is 1>>[[Wedding Makeup<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Wedding Car<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $HannahR to $HannahR - 1, $GrayR to $GrayR - 1>>\ <<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore - 2>>\ The couple are barely paying attention to you. Instead, their eyes are firmly closed, and they're discussing various aspects of the wedding. It’s a palpable moment of excitement, and it’s one you decide to take advantage of. Since they require time to dry, you begin with their nail polish. Rather than the red which Miss $Gray demands on a weekly basis, you decide she needs a change of aesthetics, and instead give her two coats of a gothic black, reducing her hands to those of a metal fan. $Hannah has always been much more creative in her choice of nail colors, and so she might not mind as much when you give her a set of red digits, as opposed to the ones she asked for. [img[Images/Jen makeup.jpg]] Then, you begin the monumental task of ruining their makeup. You use Miss $Gray ‘s foundation to create a beautiful base layer. But it’s still looking a little thin, so how about a second, or maybe a third? Even then, you consider, it needs more. Only after 6 somewhat blended layers of foundation do you decide to move on. For the rest of her face, you utilize an intense amount of pink blush, making her look more like a cartoon caricature of a woman who has applied far too much makeup, rather than the teacher whose face is always perfect. The eyeshadow matches her cheeks. But that’s not to say there’s no colors to blend. In fact, you ensure that the fuchsia shade mixes perfectly with the baby pink and neon tones. You finish the eyes off with a heaping of winged eyeliner, and enough mascara to double the weight of her eyelashes. Finally, you go for a bright pink lipgloss. In the bright lights of the venue, it’ll be hard to ignore how shiny the shade is, which is a far cry from her usual matte red. $Hannah gets a similar treatment. That is to say, you use Miss $Gray ‘s foundation on her, too. It doesn’t match //that// well, but then again, if they wanted it done professionally, maybe they should have hired someone. For your step sister’s eyes, instead of being one tone like her fiance, you use a rainbow of colors, going to great lengths to ensure all colors on the visible light spectrum are present. $Hannah almost raises an eyebrow at hearing you hum the colors of the rainbow song. To add fuel on a soon-to-be-lit fire, you give $Hannah a helping of Miss $Gray ‘s red lipstick. <<if $AshSlave is 1>>“Erm, mistress? You know, I’m pretty good at makeup. I could take over, if you wanted.” $Ash suggests.\ <<elseif $AshMistress is 1 or $Home is 1>>“Wow, sissy. I suppose I should have gave you some lessons on how to do your own makeup. This is hilarious!”\ <<elseif $JenMistress is 1>>“Wow. I’m sure my boyfriend could do a better job than this, sissy!”<</if>> Those less than discouraging words stir the couple to life, where they initially balk at seeing each other’s face, then rush to find a mirror in which to see their own. “Sissy?!” $Hannah screams, gunning straight for your throat. “WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?!” Miss $Gray yells, ripping parts of her hair out so that she may sprout her horns. “Do you think this is funny?” “I’m really sorry.” You feign. “Did I get your makeup requests mixed up?” “I can’t believe you’ve done this.” $Hannah stares into the reflection in the mirror. “Why, sissy? What did we do to deserve this?” “You know, I think my friends in the science department were working on a way to keep people from passing out. Once our wedding is over, I’m going to kick you in the balls so hard you’ll be begging to be castrated.” <<if $AshSlave is 1>>Your slaves watch on, nervously. If requested to, they’d step in to serve as your human shields, loyalling taking the punches Miss $Gray seems ready to throw, but only upon your word.\ <<elseif $AshMistress is 1>>Mistress $Ash almost giggles at the display. Not only at the thought of you being maimed, but also the pathetic attempt at a makeover Miss $Gray is wearing.\ <<elseif $Home is 1>>$Ash is almost erupting with hard to contain laughter. Not only at the thought of your balls being busted, but also at the sorry excuse for a makeover your teacher is wearing.\ <<elseif $JenMistress is 1>>Mistress $Jen is laughing at the display, but her body is also ready to get physical. Does she really care enough about you to put herself in harm’s way and break up a fight? //What did I do to deserve such a mistress?//<</if>> “Can we redo it?” $Hannah , distraught, asks “There’s not enough time.” Miss $Gray laments, wiping a hand against her face and seeing the coating of foundation it’s brandishing. [[Wedding Car<-Continue]]

<<set $HannahR to $HannahR + 1, $GrayR to $GrayR -+ 1>>\ <<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore + 1>>\ The couple are barely paying attention to you. Instead, their eyes are firmly closed, and they’re discussing various aspects of the wedding. Instead of ruining their appearance, you do the kind thing. The thing that, coincidentally, is associated with the duties of a sissy maid. They’ve gone you power over their beauty on their wedding day, and you won’t betray that trust. Beginning with Miss $Gray, you cautiously apply two coats of a red shade of nail polish to her still fingers, before finishing with a glossy top coat. Then, you move onto her makeup. She asked for the red motif to continue, and after a masterfully applied coat of foundation, concealer, and contour, do as told. Red blush combines with red eyeshadow and lipstick for a beautiful look. While not dissimilar from her usual appearance, it does feel extra special. [img[Images/Jen makeup.jpg]] $Hannah , instead of a consistent red theme, demands something a little more…characterful. Pink nails, a browny orange eyeshadow, and pink lipstick pull together a gorgeous look for a bride. <<if $AshSlave is 1>>Wow, mistress. I never knew you were this good at makeup.”\ <<elseif $AshMistress is 1 or $Home is 1>>“I really have taught you well.” Mistress $Ash whispers, admiring your handiwork.\ <<elseif $JenMistress is 1>>“If I knew you were this good at makeup, I would have stopped going to a beautician months ago.”<</if>> When the couple look in a mirror, they seem positively overjoyed, though Miss $Gray also seems surprised. “Sissy, this is great!” $Hannah almost hugs you out of your clothes. It’s the first sign of affection she’s shown you in months, and you might take some pride in it, were it not for how you sabotaged their former makeup artist. “I agree. Simply excellent work, $name .” [[Wedding Car<-Continue]]

<<if $WPLimo is 3>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore + 1>>“I’ve booked a limousine for your big day. Of course, it was the biggest and best I could find.” “Brilliant, sissy!” $Hannah exclaims. “It’s a travesty that I don’t turn up to work in one everyday. If I didn’t have one for my wedding, I’d tie you to the back of $Gray2 ‘s car, and then we’d go in that.” “Right, but what about the photographer? Hopefully it’s someone with an extensive portfolio. I’m sure weeding out the pros from the amateurs was tricky, but I’m confident you succeeded.”\ <<elseif $WPMonster is 3>>“Actually, I thought two unconventional people like you two deserved something equally unique. So I hired a monster truck instead.” “A what?” Miss $Gray buries her hands in her beautiful face. “Of course you did, idiot.” She shakes her head like she were trying to forget about her tiredness. “But what about for the photographer? Please tell me there wasn’t a package deal with the monster truck.”\ <<elseif $WPIceCream is 3>><<set $HannahR to $HannahR - 1, $GrayR to $GrayR - 1>>“Actually, I thought a limo was too simple for you two. I wanted something truly special, so I booked an ice cream van.” “You’re not serious.” Miss $Gray shakes her head in disapproval. “If they don’t have mint chocolate chip, you’re dead.” It takes her a moment to recover, but then she looks to the future. “What about the photographer?”\ <<elseif $WPTrikes is 3>><<set $HannahR to $HannahR - 1, $GrayR to $GrayR - 1>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore - 1>>“About your limo” you shyly laugh. “Could you really complain if I got you something even better?” “A big limo?” Miss $Gray isn’t so prone to jump to conclusions. “What is it, sissy?” “Just a moment.” You excuse yourself to your room, where you retrieve the trio of trikes, hauling them downstairs for the couple to see. “They’re great exercise, and so much better for the environment.” You laugh, though they fail to see the humor in the situation. “I’m expected to pedal to my own wedding?” “I’m not sure e-trikes are a thing, $Hannah .” Miss $Gray shakes her head in infuriation. “If you were wanting to wear something nice, you’re going about it the wrong way. What about the photographer?”\ <<elseif $WPLimo is 4>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore - 1>><<set $HannahR to $HannahR - 1, $GrayR to $GrayR - 1>>”Umm, yeah, so about that limo, haha…you see, I thought…you might prefer walking(?).” “No, we wouldn’t. That’s why we told you to hire us a limo.” “Right, oh yeah! I forgot about that!” Miss $Gray has to calm herself with two gentle hands massaging her temple. “What about the photographer? Did you figure we wouldn’t want one of them too?”<</if>> <<if $WPPhotographer is 2>>[[Wedding Music<-Use the professional photographer][$WPPhotographer to 3]]<<else>>You can’t do that<</if>> <<if $WPPhotoStudent is 2>>[[Wedding Music<-Use the student photographer][$WPPhotoStudent to 3]]<<else>>You can’t do that<</if>> <<if $Camera is 1>>[[Wedding Music<-Use your camera][$WPCamera to 3]]<<else>>You can’t do that<</if>> <<if $WPPhotographer is 0 and $WPPhotoStudent is 0 and $Camera is 0>>[[Wedding Music<-“About that…][$WPPhotographer to 4]]<<else>>[[Wedding Music<-Claim you didn’t organize anything][$WPPhotographer to 4]]<</if>>

<<if $WPPhotographer is 3>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore + 1>>“Rest assured, I hired the best photographer I possibly could find after an exhaustive vetting process.” “Great!” $Hannah replies, relieved. “They must have cost hundreds!” //Something like that// “What about the music? I’m going to be very disappointed if there’s not a single violinist there.”\ <<elseif $WPPhotoStudent is 3>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore + 1>>“Actually, I decided to outsource the task of photography to the most acclaimed member of Farrix’s photography club.” $Hannah seems less than impressed, though your teacher is a little more pleased. “I’m sure Miss Lexon would appreciate such a kind gesture.” “Whatever. How about the music? Please tell me you at least hired a professional for that.”\ <<elseif $WPCamera is 3>><<set $HannahR to $HannahR - 1, $GrayR to $GrayR - 1>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore - 1>>“Well, I actually have a camera already, so I figured we could just put it up in the entrance way.” $Hannah looks on, jaw agape at your plan. “We’re supposed to assume that it’ll take high quality pictures from that same angle all day?” “Did you even get an SD card for more storage space?” Miss $Gray sighs. “It better be an expensive camera.” “It was” //not//. “What about music? DId you plan on just putting a radio in the entranceway too?”\ <<elseif $WPPhotographer is 4>><<set $HannahR to $HannahR - 1, $GrayR to $GrayR - 1>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore - 1>>“A camera? What would you need a camera for? You’re going to be at the wedding - why do you need to see it second hand?” “So we can look back on it for the rest of our lives, $name .” $Hannah replies, having to hold back the urge to shout. “A camera never truly captures a moment, though. How can a picture do justice to your feelings? Can an image really reflect the deep love you have for each other, the envy every woman feels for your incredible beauty, or every loving date that’s brought you to that moment?” “So you didn’t hire a photographer?” “In short, no.” Miss $Gray sighs. “Did you at least remember to hire a musician? Or would that just “ruin the mood”?”<</if>> <<if $WPViolin is 2>>[[Wedding Flowers<-Use the string quartet][$WPViolin to 3]]<<else>>You can’t do that<</if>> <<if $WPBoombox is 2>>[[Wedding Flowers<-Use the boombox][$WPBoombox to 3]]<<else>>You can’t do that<</if>> <<if $WPDJ is 2>>[[Wedding Flowers<-Use Lil’ PP][$WPDJ to 3]]<<else>>You can’t do that<</if>> <<if $WPViloin is 0 and $WPBoombox is 0 and $WPDJ is 0>>[[Wedding Flowers<-“A musician?][$WPViolin to 4]]<<else>>[[Wedding Flowers<-Claim you didn’t organize anything][$WPViolin to 4]]<</if>>

<<if $WPViolin is 3>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore + 1>>“I knew how much you would want something truly fancy, so I hired the best string quartet I could find.” “Oh $Gray2 , isn’t that wonderful?” $Hannah hugs your teacher. “Yes, good job, $name . It’s hard to imagine how that could go wrong.” “You’re so pessimistic.” $Hannah claims. “But what about the flowers? I want something just as nice.”\ <<elseif $WPBoombox is 3>><<set $HannahR to $HannahR - 1, $GrayR to $GrayR - 1>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore - 1>>“See, I didn’t think I should hire a live musician as that would take eyes off you two, and you don’t deserve that! How could anyone not be distracted by the sight and sound of a string quartet? So instead, I hired something that we could put right next to you at the altar.” “Oh?” $Hannah , confused yet curious, exclaims. “Well, what is it? Don’t keep us waiting.” “A boombox.” “You hired a…boombox?” “Well, bought, I suppose, but still. This way we can play any music you want.” “Any music? You know those things need CDs, right?” “And I bought a bunch of them too.” You retrieve the dozen or so discs that were added to sweeten the deal. “Great.” Your step sister sarcastically snides. “What do you want playing at the wedding, $Gray2 ? How about some black metal?” Miss $Gray does her best to distract herself from the thought. “What about the flowers? Did you at least get us something that we’d like?”\ <<elseif $WPDJ is 3>><<set $HannahR to $HannahR - 1, $GrayR to $GrayR - 1>>“I was tempted to go with something a little more traditional, but for music, my heart was stolen by this incredibly talented DJ I met. I know you’d both adore his music.” Neither of the couple are convinced, but they’re also not ready to spank you for a terrible idea, either. “A DJ? I don’t know.” “Likewise. What’s his name?” “His name? It’s Philip.” “His stage name, sissy.” “Oh, it’s umm… *cough* Lil’ *cough*” You mumble, hoping to move swiftly on, but Miss $Gray is far too observant for that. “I didn’t catch that.” “Oh, I think he said it was Lil’ PP, or something like that, but I could have misheard him.” Your teacher looks ready to remodel the kitchen with just her fists. “Lil’ PP?” She has to take several deep breaths before continuing. “What about flowers? Please tell my you put more effort into them.”\ <<elseif $WPViolin is 4>><<set $HannahR to $HannahR - 1, $GrayR to $GrayR - 1>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore - 1>>“You see, music is a funny thing. What’s “good” and what’s “bad” is so subjective, and yet people have such strong opinions on them. When you really get down to it, isn’t it all just the same vibrations stimulating our eardrums? How can we possibly come to any conclusion on what is “good”, “bad”, “worth listening to”, or “appropriate for a wedding?”” “So you didn’t hire a musician.” “No.” Miss $Gray eyes a dining chair, and then eyes you. She’s certainly tempted to combine those two things into one, but her willpower prevails, and she attempts to move on. “Did you also not get us flowers, too?”<</if>> <<if $WPFlowersExpensive is 2>>[[Wedding Flowers 2<-Give them the expensive flowers][$WPFlowersExpensive to 3]]<<else>>You can’t do that<</if>> <<if $WPFlowersCheap is 2>>[[Wedding Flowers 2<-Give them the cheap flowers][$WPFlowersCheap to 3]]<<else>>You can’t do that<</if>> <<if $WPFlowersCactus is 2>>[[Wedding Flowers 2<-Give them the cacti][$WPCactus to 3]]<<else>>You can’t do that<</if>> <<if $WPFlowersExpensive is 0 and $FlowersCheap is 0 and $WPFlowersCactus is 0>>[[Wedding Flowers 2<-“Flowers, like the ones outside?][$WPCactus to 4]]<<else>>[[Wedding Flowers 2<-Claim you didn’t organize anything][$WPCactus to 4]]<</if>>

<<if $WPFlowersExpensive is 3>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore + 1>>“Rest assured, I bought the best, most expensive, luxurious, ripped from a heavenly garden, flowers that I could.” “Excellent!” Miss $Gray shouts, struggling to contain her excitement. “$Gray2 was so concerned that you might mess up the flowers that she almost organized a backup, didn’t you?” “I’m glad I didn’t waste that energy.”\ <<elseif $WPFlowersCheap is 3>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore - 1>>“I bought some of the most beautiful flowers I could find. Here!” You retrieve the pretty combination of green and pink, delivering them to the couple like they were prestigious pieces of jewelry. They’re…less than impressed. “This? This is what I’m supposed to carry with me on my wedding day?” “What you both are, Miss $Gray .” Your teacher slams the flowers on the floor, almost tearing you out of your skin as she grabs you. “This is the most important day of $Hannah ‘s life, and you show up with glorified weeds?” “They came highly recommended.” You reply, doing your best to calm the heightened nerves. “By who, bees?”\ <<elseif $WPCactus is 3>><<set $HannahR to $HannahR - 1, $GrayR to $GrayR - 1>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore - 1>>You briefly excuse yourself to find the cacti. Thankfully, neither of them have died yet, though you’re certainly thankful that they’re only going to be needed for a couple of hours. When you return to the kitchen, however, the implication that you expected them to walk down aisle with a cactus each is quickly recognized, and with furibund rage, Miss $Gray pins you against the wall. “A cactus? A CACTUS? YOU WANT ME TO CARRY A DAMN CACTUS?” Lungs compressed, it’s hard to defend your decision. “It’s a long walk down the aisle. You might get a little dehydrated, and these things are filled with water.” Miss $Gray has no words to yell at your stupidity, and in a show of her immense rage, drives a knee directly into your midsection. “You prick.” $Hannah decides to add to the conversation, though she seemed almost scared when her fiance was shouting. “Was that a pun?”\ <<elseif $WPCactus is 4>><<set $HannahR to $HannahR - 1, $GrayR to $GrayR - 1>><<set $WeddingScore to $WeddingScore - 1>>“Flowers? Why would you want flowers? A marriage is forever - an unbreakable bond of matrimony that you’d need a lawyer to get out of. Flowers are so ethereal. They die so quickly. That doesn’t bode well for a marriage, does it?” “$name , if I told you that being made to walk to my own wedding without any flowers would drive me to a point of wanting to kill you so gruesomely that the police wouldn’t be able to identify your body, how much would you want to go back a day and make a different decision?” You don’t have an answer. Instead, you gulp, and it’s the only sound to be heard in the tense room.<</if>> … After a while of calming down, your teacher and step sister reflect on the preparations you’ve made. <<if $WeddingScore gt 3>><<set $CK to [6, 0, 4]>>“$Gray2 , I don’t know if you agree, but I think $name has done an excellent job in preparing our wedding.” “She certainly has. You’ve dutifully done your task as a sissy maid in making our life easier.” The compliments cause your cheeks red, like you were the blushing bride. Miss $Gray ‘s attention turns to you. “I think you’ve earned the the best dress we could give you.” Taking out a large box, she hands it to you. “Open it.” Your instincts warn you to be nervous of anything Miss $Gray is giving you, yet their words make it seem like it will be a good thing. Taking off the lid, your heart almost melts. [img[Images/Bridesmaid dress.jpg]] It’s the dress you saw a week ago, even prettier than it was on the mannequin. “I get to wear this?” Your teacher nods. The same instincts that were causing you to be scared a moment ago are now telling you to smile - smile, sing, and scream with happiness. There’s not a single thing that compares to the dress’ beauty, and now here Miss $Gray is, gifting it to you. “Put it on.” She encourages, which you do. Spinning around in it, the hem swirls with the slightest movement, and just as your brain went to a week ago, you desperately want to run off into a forest with it on. “And here.” Your step sister adds. “Miss $Gray went through a lot of effort to find some heels that would go with it. I hope you appreciate the time she wasted on you, maid.” She drops a set of heels in front of you. They’re in a sandal style, and show off a medium sized heel that’s perfect for the wedding. “Thank you so much!” You rush in, hugging the pair of them before they have a chance to yell at how inappropriate it is. Still, neither of them seem to back away. They must have appreciated your efforts more than you realized. [[Wedding 2<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt 1>><<set $CK to [3, 0, 5]>>“I have to say, I’m very disappointed. Here I was thinking you’d put some actual effort into this, and you’ve done your typical routine - the bare minimum in order to say you tried.” “This was your chance to show us how much you appreciate everything we’ve done for you, and you blew it, as usual.” “I think we all know what you deserve to wear, don’t we?” Miss $Gray retrieves a very familiar looking getup. The iconic black and white combo that is your maid outfit gets thrusted into your chest. “Here. I hope it’s clean, because this is all you deserve.” [img[Images/Maid chore.png]] It’s humiliating to be made to wear it on such an important day, but for your middling efforts, is it really a surprise? Besides, you spend so long in it anyway, and given your role in the couple’s relationship, it’s certainly the most poetic thing to have to don, even if it should be humiliating and eyebrow raising. [[Wedding 2<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt - 1>><<set $CK to [21, 0, 4]>>“Need I express how disappointed I am?” Miss $Gray sighs. “Come on, $name . You know how important this day is to us, and this is the best you could do? It’s another pathetic attempt barely worthy of the chance to impress us. I think you’ve deliberately done bad so that we’ll place you at the back of the venue, and you can slip away early. Well, I’ll make sure you’ve got the worst seat in the house, but there’ll no escape for you.” “As for your outfit.” Miss $Gray takes over. “Something appropriate, but nothing special, just like your efforts to make the wedding the best it could be.” They throw a dress and pair of heels at you. Whilst one of the sandal style shoes flies past your head, the other hits you square on the nose. Painfully. Gathering the items, you inspect them. [img[Images/Casual dress.jpg]] The dress is unimpressive. It’s nothing that will be out of place at a wedding, but it’s also so dull that it’ll blend in with every other guest’s choice in clothing. The women guests, at least. The heels are much the same. With a nicer dress, they’d be perfect, but they hardly match the red dress. [[Wedding 2<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt - 3>><<set $CK to [0, 0, 4], $CL to [1, 1, 44]>>“This is really the best you c..” “Hold on, $Gray2 , I’ve got this.” She pushes her finance aside, and stands face to face with you. “You’re really intent on ruining this for us, aren’t you? If you thought we’d just uninvite you, you’re sadly mistaken. I had originally planned on just giving you a very ugly dress to wear if you failed this badly, but now I think something else in order.” She storms to your room, coming back with several items, all of which she throws at you like she were aiming a brick at a window. “Put them on. Now!” [img[Images/Pink lingerie.jpg]] You do as instructed. Until you’re left, save your chastity cage, all in pink. A pink bra to contain your breasts, a pair of pink panties that barely cover the metal of the cage, and pink stockings to complete the look. “And here.” Another item, this time something than can do some actually damage, gets lobbed at your head. It’s a pair of silver sandal-style heels. “Open toe heels with nylons?” Miss $Gray questions, almost vomiting at the proposition. “That’s what she’s pushed me to.” You adorn all the items, feeling incredibly stupid as you do. It’s not necessarily that being in your lingerie at this point is humiliating, especially in front of Miss $Gray , but the horribly mismatched heels ensure you feel entirely stupid. [[Wedding 2<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<else>><<set $CL to [0, 0, 0], $CK to [0, 0, 0]>><<set $PJUn to 1, $BraUn to 1, $HosieryUn to 1, $UnderwearUn to 1>>“This is really the best you c..” “Hold on, $Gray2 , I’ve got this.” Your step sister blasts her fiance out the way, staring you in the face. “You call this an attempt? This is pathetic! You’re the worst sissy maid I could ever ask for, and a terrible step sister too. After all this, you’ve done something worthy of a //lot// of humiliation, and I’ve got the perfect thing. How about standing at the alter next to us. But instead of a beautiful bridesmaid dress, you’re not going to be wearing anything apart from your tiny chastity cage for that pathetic cock of yours. You’ll be entirely humiliated, standing in front of over 100 people, with your entire body exposed.” “But $Hannah , do…” “Enough, $Gray2 , I’ve made up my mind.” Your teacher can only shrug her shoulders. It’s not that she has any sympathy for you whatsoever, but maybe she did expect something a little more…passable at her own wedding. [[Wedding 2<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]<</if>>

$Hannah and Miss $Gray put on their wedding dresses as your attention returns to your other guests. <<if $WeddingScore gt 3 and $AshSlave is 1>>“Mistress, you look so pretty!” $Ash exclaims. “That’s such a nice dress; your step sister must be so nice!” “She isn’t idiot. Haven’t you ever listened to a word she’s said?” $Ash elbows her.\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt 3 and $JenMistress is 1>>“That’s such a beautiful dress, $name .” Mistress $Jen comments. “You must have really impressed your step sister”. $Ash does nothing but look jealous.\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt 3>>“What a gorgeous dress. I’d much prefer to see you in something tiny, myself. You know, something that I can easily lift up and slide my cock inside your ass in. Those are my favorite dresses for a sissy like you.”\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt 1 and $AshSlave is 1>>“Mistress, you look great in your maid uniform.” $Ash comments. “But how beautiful you’d look in one of a bridesmaid dress.” $Jen puts a hand against her heart. “I don’t know if I could look at something that pretty.”\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt 1 and $JenMistress is 1>>“Hmm” Mistress $Jen remarks, observing your maid outfit. “I might have to get you to start serving me in that. It’s awful nice, if a little short.”\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt 1>>Mistress $Ash observes your look. “Wow, I guess you didn’t impress your step sister, huh? Oh well, at least when we’re done with this wedding you can come back to my house and serve me as a maid. I’m sure $Gray wouldn’t mind.”\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt -1 and $AshSlave is 1>>“What a beautiful dress, mistress.” $Ash remarks. “Right! I doubt a professional model could wear it better.” It’s easy to tell they’re just being nice with zero reflection of the truth, but what else should you expect from your slaves.\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt -1 and $JenMistress is 1>>“They’re making you wear that?” Mistress $Jen asks, slightly confused. “My grandma has nicer dress. Are you sure you don’t want to throw a cardigan over it?” She teases.\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt -1>>“Eww, what an ugly dress!” Mistress $Ash remarks. “I mean seriously, hasn’t your step sister ever heard of the the wonderful color that is pink? Every sissy suits pink, even you. If they wanted you to wear something ugly, they could have just put you in a garbage bag.”\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt -3 and $AshSlave is 1>>“Mistress, you look simply gorgeous in your lingerie! What brand do you normally wear? If you’d like, I’d love to go lingerie shopping with you at some point. I could help you find the greatest things that match your body type.” “Are you sure you’re happy wearing that to their wedding, mistress? If you’re not, maybe I could try talking to your step sister for you. It might help.” “What a stupid idea.” $Ash cuts her off. “If she wanted that, she’d ask for that.” “It’s okay, $Jen .”\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt -3 and $JenMistress is 1>>“They’re not ser…they’re seriously making you wear stockings with sandals, are they? Why would you even want that at your own wedding?” $Ash behind her looks ready to throw up at the sight of nylon in such open shoes.\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt -3>>“Nice lingerie sissy, wher…” Mistress $Ash ‘s train of thought gets positively derailed at seeing your feet donning both nylons, and open toed heels: the forbidden combo. “Eww, that’s disgusting. Did you use $Gray ‘s shoes to kill a spider or something. You must have seriously upset someone.”\ <<elseif $AshSlave is 1>>“Mistress, what are you wearing to the wedding?” $Ash asks, confused at seeing you almost naked. “That is what she’s wearing, idiot.” “That doesn’t make sense. Why wouldn’t $Hannah want you to wear something pretty.” “I upset them, $Ash , but it’s okay. I wanted to.” “Oh…” your slave quickly gets the point, and is more than willing to stay quiet now that she understands.\ <<elseif $JenMistress is 1>>“At least you’ve got that for protection.” Mistress $Jen comments upon seeing your lack of clothing, pointing to the chastity cage. “Still, for a wedding, they could have dressed the cage up a bit, you know? Maybe put a cute pink bow on it, or something like that.”\ <<else>>Mistress $Ash almost bursts out laughing at seeing you in nothing but a chastity cage, yet apparently on your way to the wedding. “I could unlock it for you, but I think it’d be much more humiliating if you’re only wearing that cage.”<</if>> “It’s time, sissy.” Miss $Gray takes back your attention. She looks jaw droppingly beautiful in her wedding dress. $Hannah has already put her veil down, but her dress frames the rest of her body stunningly. <<if $WPLimo is 3>>Right on schedule, the professional limo service you hired pulls outside the house. [img[Images/Limo.jpg]] The couple have to hitch up their dresses to make it to the vehicle in a timely manner, and even then you have to help herd in the white parts that lag behind. Once driver closes the door behind you all, he takes off so smoothly that you wouldn’t even recognize that the limousine had gone into motion. “There is champagne!” $Hannah screams, rejoiced, unwrapping the seal of one before struggling with the cork. “Almost there…” it shoots off like a bullet, but thankfully not striking anyone. Your step sister pours a glass for herself, and then for Miss $Gray . She consider giving you a glass, but opts against it. “You still have chores to do tonight.” Even on the biggest of occasions, you don’t get to forget about your maid responsibilities. The luxurious ride features seats more comfortable than most beds, but the ride unfortunately doesn’t take that long. Not only would that allow more opportunity to crash, potentially canceling the wedding, but it also means you can’t relax in this slice of comfort manifested on wheels.\ <<elseif $WPMonster is 3>>A couple minutes later than expected, the monster truck you hired arrives. [img[Images/Monster truck.jpg]] To exit the house in an timely manner, they have to hitch up their dress, but they’re completely baffled at how to get into the the vehicle. The door to the thing is barely at eye level, and they’re both in heels. “Someone is definitely compensating for something.” $Hannah jokes. “It’s probably $name.” Miss $Gray answers. It’s hardly a punchline that hits hard after months of feminization, but it’s interesting to know that even today, they’ll look for ways to demean you. They require the driver’s assistance to get in the cabin, which all three of you manage to squeeze into, though shoulders are touching shoulders, and you’re unfortunately in the middle, which means that bailing before you get to the venue is definitively harder, though a fall out of a car at this height would definitely lead to a hospital trip, which is still preferable to this wedding. Sadly, the journey doesn’t continue without a destination in mind, and you arrive at it soon enough.\ <<elseif $WPIceCream is 3>>The ice cream van is already outside by the time you exit the house, and it’s the same driver that you met before, who is widely smiling. “What a pair of beautiful brides, please, let me help you in.” He opens up the rear doors, showing off the installed seats. He even temporarily takes over your job of reining in their trailing dresses. [img[Images/Ice Cream 2.jpg]] “Now, what ice cream can I offer such lovely women?” Miss $Gray doesn’t have to think for a while. “Mint choc chip.” “Coming right up. And for the other bride?” Your step sister just can’t seem to make up her mind, so her offers a suggestion. “What about vanilla?” MIss $Gray bursts out laughing. “In case you couldn’t tell from $name ‘s appearance, we’re anything but vanilla.” “I’ll have the same as my fiance.” “Two mint chocolate chips, got it!” He masterfully prepares the ice cream, never once dropping his smile as he does. The man almost seems happier than either of the brides. After that, he takes off for the venue, which you, sadly, arrive at without a crash to end this nightmare.\ <<elseif $WPTrikes is 3>>“I suppose we can’t delay it any longer.” Your teacher groans, accepting the inevitability of riding the trikes. You help ferry the trailing part of their dresses outside, where you also set up the trikes for them to ride. Even sitting on them prove difficult for the couple. Their dresses get tangled in both the rear and front wheels, so you have to bunch it up and trap it between their back and the seat. Meanwhile, they can barely get a secure standing on the pedals thanks to their high heels. Even Miss $Gray , who you’ve never seen wear shoes that are not stilettos, has her proficiency in them challenged. [img[Images/Trike.jpg]] It takes a surprising while to pedal the several miles to the venue. Fortunately for them, and unfortunately for you, the journey isn’t ruined by a downpour, the cold, or even moderately worse than normal traffic. Along the way, a multitude of people honk their horns at the wacky trio riding on the road, evidently believing you to be characters from a kart game come to life. As you get closer to the destination, you’re almost begging them to stop for a road-side break. $Hannah and Miss $Gray are going at an exhausting rate, and you desperately need a pit stop to check on one of the rear tires, but they insist on getting to the venue without interruption. When you finally do arrive, it’s a relief to stretch your legs again, and you wouldn’t be surprised if there are sweat patches under the brides’ arms.\ <<elseif $WPLimo is 4>>“Since $name failed to organize a ride, I guess we’ll just have to take your car.” $Hannah laments, cursing you. “I suppose so.” You help them ferry out the trailing part of their dresses through the front door, and then to the car. But before they actually get inside the vehicle, Miss $Gray asks for another favor. “Could you get my phone? I left it in the trunk.” It’s hardly the most outlandish thing you’ve been asked to do, and so don’t complain. However, as you pop open the trunk, you’re hit with the realization of how absurd the request is. “Why is your phone in the trunk?” No one answers the question. Instead, Miss $Gray and $Hannah strike in unison, bulldozing you into the the back of the car, and slam the lid shut. [img[Images/Car interior.jpg]] You’re trapped in the trunk, which is dark, cramped, and already the home of several indiscernible items. “Can you please let me out?” Again, your question falls on disinterested ears. Suddenly, the car jerks into motion, driving away. There’s a reason you’re not supposed to be in here when the car is being driven, and it doesn’t take long to realize why. A lack of any kind of seatbelt means you’re victim to every turn, bump, brake and acceleration. And Miss $Gray must be taking a deliberating more violent way to the venue, as there’s no need for this amount of speed bumps. Your screams for help, if they are audible in the rest of the car, are likely being giggled at by the two diabolical women. Only after what feels like half an hour of driving are you let out. “I’m sorry, just please don’t do that again.”<</if>> [[Wedding 3<-Contine]]

[img[Images/Wedding hall.jpg]] You walk into the venue with Miss $Gray . It’s already filled with countless guests, most of whom you have no idea the name of. <<if $WPPhotographer is 3>>The photographer you hired immediately turns their attention from snaps of the venue and guests, to you and Miss $Gray , and your teacher smiles at seeing the professional you ordered.<<elseif $WPCamera is 3>>Right before you lead her to the front of the venue, you place your camera in the doorway. There’s no way, you now realize, that it will get even a poor quality shot. If the brides’ faces are detectable at all, their beauty is going to be recognizable from each other.<</if>> Towards the back of the venue, you do meet a familiar face, who Miss $Gray shakes the hand of. “$Gray2 , you look lovely.” Your science teacher, Mr Hawt praises. “And $name , <<if $WeddingScore gt 3>>you look every bit as gorgeous as a model in that dress.” The compliments leaves both you, and Miss $Gray , blushing.<<elseif $WeddingScore gt 1>>that is an interesting choice in a dress, but you’re also beautiful.” The compliments leaves both you, and Miss $Gray , blushing.<<elseif $WeddingScore gt -1>>you look just as pretty as the pictures I’ve seen of your step sister.” He claims, though it is hard to believe.<<elseif $WeddingScore gt -3>>you look…confident.” He guesses, not finding a word appropriate to describe your lingerie.<<else>>you look…” he struggles for words, understandably so “how’s your homework coming along?” He decides to say instead, which only makes the situation more awkward.<</if>> “I’m so glad you could make it.” <<if $StudentPhotographer is 3>>Just as you’re about to continue onward, Leah makes an appearance, camera in her hand. “Miss $Gray , you look stunning!” She pretends to only just now notice Mr Hawt, who she likely hasn’t gotten over her massive crush of since you met her. “Oh, and Mr Hawt, you’re here too. How are you? Are you here with anyone?” “Hi there. By the way, if you want to ask me for help with homework at Farrix, you can. I’ve seen you nervously wanting to approach me before, and it’s fine. I’m more than happy to help an eager student.” “Oh, sure!” She practically faints over realizing she’s been noticed, but if it sets up a chance to meet him again, she’ll gladly accept that embarrassment.<</if>> <<if $MetDr is 1>>“And Dr Lin, I’m so glad you could make it.” Next to your science teacher are the two technicians, whose experiments you can still feel in your physiology today. “Miss $Gray , thank you for inviting me.” Miss Hyde adds.\ <<elseif $MetDr is 0>>“And Dr Lin, I’m so glad you could make it.” Next to your science are two women that you’ve also seen around the school. Miss $Gray whispers to you. “Dr Lin and Miss Hyde helped cook up a nasty couple of punishment for me before, but you excellent behavior proved I didn’t have to use them.” //That’s encouraging//<</if>> Continuing on, you meet another of your teachers, this time, Miss Bullthrough. Forget a handshake, your english teacher kisses Miss $Gray on the cheek. “$Gray2 , you look incredible. I do wish you had let me come dress shopping with you, but I can see you made a great choice.” Her attention pivots to you. “$name , don’t you look…quirky.” <<if $WPDJ is 2>>Once you’re at the front of the venue, music begins to play. Only, it’s not what you had wanted to play. Lil’ PP has set up a small station at the side, complete with speakers and a large dashboard for several buttons, sliders, and switches. Evidently, he had decided to come based off your initial invite, not a follow up message, and Miss $Gray stares at you in a gaze of rage that only she can produce. “Just what is this?” She asks, though trying to keep her voice down. “I’d like to send a lovely shoutout to the bride and bride.” Lil’ PP takes a look at hisnotes. “Umm, $Gray2 $Gray , you’re a wonderful teacher, and an incredible person.” He winks at you, thinking he’s doing you a favor. “And $Hannah , an incredible lawyer, sister, and human. Since this is your day, I want you to feel special, and that’s why I want to debut my new single for you, Hopeless Thrusting.” You dash off to his booth, but his music has already begun to play. Loudly. “Philip, the plan’s changed. Stop!” “I can’t hear you.” His lips read, as he begins to dance to the song. Instead, you trying miming your point across, waving your hand against your throat in a universal sign of “cut it”. “I know right, it’s a //killer// track.” You groan at the ineffective communication, and feeling the intense eyes of everyone in the venue on the pair of you, go nuclear, and unplug his cables. “What was that for? It was just getting good!” His voice is the only one in the building, and it’s audible to everyone. “Philip, the plan’s changed. We don’t need you to play music anymore.” For a moment, he’s only confused, but then his agape mouth closes in frustration. “What? That’s bullshit. You said I could play here. Are you telling me I lugged 2 and half tonnes of equipment for nothing?” “I’m sorry.” You shrug your shoulders. He wonders around his booth in anger. “Here I thought you were being nice to me, doing me a favor, but I guess you were just leading me on, huh? Blue balling me? Edging me? You’re just like all the others.” He stomps out the front door. “Screw you all! I hope you get divorced in a week. Lil’ PP out!” His display draws murmurs, and you return to your teacher’s side. “Mind explaining what that was about?” You give her a blatantly fake smile. “Would it really help if I did?”\ <<elseif $WPViolin is 3>>Once you’re at the front of the venue, you just now begin to notice the beautiful music serenading the venue in song. 4 string players are off to the side, playing with grace that isn’t overstated. It’s still easy to have conversations over the harmonized notes, and Miss $Gray proves it. “Good selection in music, $name .”\ <<elseif $WPBoombox is 3>>Now that you’re still, you carefully place the boombox down, and insert the most agreeable CD, 50’s Blue Compilation. The box immediately blurts out a piece at the hightest volume, and you rush to fix the relevant knob. Once the crowd recovers from that scare, the tracks actually become relaxing, though maybe too relaxing for a wedding.\ <<elseif $WPDJ is 3>>Once you’re at the front of the venue, music begins to play. Lil’ PP has set up a small station at the side, complete with speakers and a large dashboard for several buttons, sliders, and switches. “I’d like to send a lovely shoutout to the bride and bride.” Lil’ PP takes a look at hisnotes. “Umm, $Gray2 $Gray , you’re a wonderful teacher, and an incredible person.” He winks at you, thinking he’s doing you a favor. “And $Hannah , an incredible lawyer, sister, and human. Since this is your day, I want you to feel special, and that’s why I want to debut my new single for you, Hopeless Thrusting.” “//This// is your DJ?” “I told him to have a wedding appropriate playlist.” Your shoulders shrug. You didn’t. “You’re lucky my dress is this long, otherwise I’d be giving you a spanking right here and now.”\ <<elseif $WPViolin is 4>>There’s an awkwardness thanks to the lack of music in the venue. There are plenty of excited murmurs to be heard, but without a proper accompanying soundtrack, it just feels wrong.<</if>> Miss $Gray gets into position in the center, and encourages you to get in your appointed position. <<if $WeddingScore gt 3 and $Home is 1>>Thanks to your successful preparations, your bridesmaid dress grants you VIP access, and you stand just to the side of the bride. $Ash slides in next to you, as if she were given permission to be there, but nobody makes an issue of it.\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt 3 and $AshSlave is 1>>Thanks to your successful preparations, your bridesmaid dress grants you VIP access, and you stand just to the side of the bride. Your two slaves, in their own apparel, shuffle in next to you. They don’t care for the wedding at all. It’s only a chance to be close to you that they look forward to, though it does threaten to turn into a fight when they can’t decide who gets to be directly next to you, and who has to be beside the other slave.\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt 3 and $AshMistress is 1>>Thanks to your successful preparations, your bridesmaid dress grants you VIP access, and you stand just to the side of the bride. Mistress $Ash decides that gives her such an important role, too, and stands next to you, along with her other slave, $Jen . Eyes are already being drawn towards Mistress $Ash , thanks to her dress which might upstage both of the brides.\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt 3 and $JenMistress is 1>>Thanks to your successful preparations, your bridesmaid dress grants you VIP access, and you stand just to the side of the bride. Mistress $Jen stands in one of the front rows of seats, and she looks happy to be here. Perhaps she’s trying to get in the good books of your step sister and teacher even more in attempt to get more control over you. Next to her is $Ash , who looks miserable that she couldn’t be here as your plus one.\ \ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt 1 and $Home is 1>>Thanks to your middling preparations, you get to stand in the foremost row of seats. $Ash slides in next to you, as if she were given permission to be there, but nobody makes an issue of it.\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt 1 and $AshSlave is 1>>Thanks to your middling preparations, you get to stand in the foremost row of seats. Your two slaves, in their own apparel, shuffle in next to you. They don’t care for the wedding at all. It’s only a chance to be close to you that they look forward to, though it does threaten to turn into a fight when they can’t decide who gets to be directly next to you, and who has to be beside the other slave. Peace only prevails once they realize they can stand on separate sides of you.\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt 1 and $AshMistress is 1>>Thanks to your middling preparations, you get to stand in the foremost row of seats. Mistress $Ash decides that gives her such an important role, too, and stands next to you, along with her other slave, $Jen . Eyes are already being drawn towards Mistress $Ash , thanks to her dress which might upstage both of the brides.\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt 1 and $AshMistress is 1>>Thanks to your middling preparations, you get to stand in the foremost row of seats. Mistress $Jen waits next to you, whispering to you the occasional “doesn’t Miss $Gray look so happy”. $Ash stands on the other side of her, looking miserable that she couldn’t be here as your plus one.\ \ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt -1 and $Home is 1>>Thanks to your middling preparations, you get to stand in the set of seats furthest from the front. You’re so far back that you’re actually next to Mr Hawt, which makes you more comfortable, yet also flustered. $Ash scoots in next to you. <<elseif $WeddingScore gt -1 and $AshSlave is 1>>Thanks to your middling preparations, you get to stand in the set of seats furthest from the front. You’re so far back that you’re actually next to Mr Hawt, which makes you more comfortable, yet also flustered. Your two slaves attempt to shuffle in next to you, but it almost turns into a brawl at which one gets to sit directly next to you. It’s smalls thing like this, you consider, that must really confuse Mr Hawt as to what you get up to in your spare time.\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt -1 and $JenMistress is 1>>Thanks to your middling preparations, you get to stand in the set of seats furthest from the front. You’re so far back that you’re actually next to Mr Hawt, which makes you more comfortable, yet also flustered. Mistress $Jen slides in next to you, as does her other slave, $Ash . Your science teacher does his best to hide his confusion at both you, and $Ash , addressing your goddess as “mistress.”\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt -1 and $AshMistress is 1>>Thanks to your middling preparations, you get to stand in the set of seats furthest from the front. You’re so far back that you’re actually next to Mr Hawt, which makes you more comfortable, yet also flustered. Mistress $Ash takes a seat on the other side of you, as does $Jen . Your science teacher does his best to hide his confusion at both you, and $Jen , addressing your goddess as “mistress.”\ \ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt -3 and $Home is 1>>Thanks to your middling preparations, you get to stand in the set of seats furthest from the front. You’re so far back that you’re actually next to Mr Hawt, which makes you more comfortable, yet also flustered. The lingerie you’ve been forced to wear certainly doesn’t help the situation. $Ash slides in next to you.\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt -3 and $AshSlave is 1>>Thanks to your middling preparations, you get to stand in the set of seats furthest from the front. You’re so far back that you’re actually next to Mr Hawt, which makes you more comfortable, yet also flustered. The lingerie you’ve been forced to wear certainly doesn’t help the situation. Your two slaves attempt to shuffle in next to you, but it almost turns into a brawl at which one gets to sit directly next to you. It’s smalls thing like this, you consider, that must really confuse Mr Hawt as to what you get up to in your spare time.\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt -3 and $JenMistress is 1>>Thanks to your middling preparations, you get to stand in the set of seats furthest from the front. You’re so far back that you’re actually next to Mr Hawt, which makes you more comfortable, yet also flustered. The lingerie you’ve been forced to wear certainly doesn’t help the situation. Mistress $Jen slides in beside you, $Ash on the other side of her.\ <<elseif $WeddingScore gt -3 and $AshMistress is 1>>Thanks to your middling preparations, you get to stand in the set of seats furthest from the front. You’re so far back that you’re actually next to Mr Hawt, which makes you more comfortable, yet also flustered. The lingerie you’ve been forced to wear certainly doesn’t help the situation. Mistress $Ash slides in beside you, $Jen on the other side of her.\ \ <<elseif $Home is 1>>Thanks to your appalling preparation skills, you’re right next to the bride, but in nothing but your chastity belt. Interestingly, it’s not the fact you’re so naked in front of strangers that is so concerning, but the other people in the venue who you actually know, like Mr Hawt, and Miss Bullthrough. They certainly must have had some interesting preconceptions of what you get up to in your spare time before this, but to be at your step sister’s wedding in nothing but a chastity cage is going to leave them with only more questions. $Ash slides in beside you. Between her almost bridal dress, and your lack of anything, it certainly makes for an interesting sight.\ <<elseif $AshSlave is 1>>Thanks to your appalling preparation skills, you’re right next to the bride, but in nothing but your chastity belt. Interestingly, it’s not the fact you’re so naked in front of strangers that is so concerning, but the other people in the venue who you actually know, like Mr Hawt, and Miss Bullthrough. They certainly must have had some interesting preconceptions of what you get up to in your spare time before this, but to be at your step sister’s wedding in nothing but a chastity cage is going to leave them with only more questions. Your two slaves, in their own unique apparel, shuffle in beside you. A fight, however, does threaten to break out between them at which one gets to stand directly next to you.\ <<elseif $JenMistress is 1>>Thanks to your appalling preparation skills, you’re right next to the bride, but in nothing but your chastity belt. Interestingly, it’s not the fact you’re so naked in front of strangers that is so concerning, but the other people in the venue who you actually know, like Mr Hawt, and Miss Bullthrough. They certainly must have had some interesting preconceptions of what you get up to in your spare time before this, but to be at your step sister’s wedding in nothing but a chastity cage is going to leave them with only more questions. Mistress $Jen slides in beside you, $Ash at behind her.\ <<elseif $AshMistress is 1>>Thanks to your appalling preparation skills, you’re right next to the bride, but in nothing but your chastity cage. Interestingly, it’s not the fact you’re so naked in front of strangers that is so concerning, but the other people in the venue who you actually know, like Mr Hawt, and Miss Bullthrough. They certainly must have had some interesting preconceptions of what you get up to in your spare time before this, but to be at your step sister’s wedding in nothing but a chastity cage is going to leave them with only more questions. Mistress $Ash slides in beside you. Between her almost bridal dress, and your lack of anything, it certainly makes for an interesting sight. $Jen lingers behind her.<</if>> [[Wedding 4<-The second bride enters...]]

The huge door opens once more, and now $Hannah journeys down the aisle. She walks slowly, savoring the moment. She knows this day is all about her, and she intends to remember it. <<if $WPFlowersExpensive is 3>>[img[Images/Flowers Expensive.jpg]] In her hand, matching Miss $Gray , is a set of the most gorgeous flowers that could possibly be imagined. They were certainly expensive, but seeing them now, how could you pretend they weren’t worth it?<<elseif $WPFlowersCheap is 3>>[img[Images/Flowers Cheap.jpg]] In her hand, matching Miss $Gray , is a set of mediocre flowers. They already show signs of withering, and their cheapness can almost be smelled, but $Hannah carries them regardless, if only out of principle.<<elseif $WPCactus is 3>>[img[Images/Cactus.jpg]] In her hand, matching Miss $Gray , is a single potted cactus. It makes for a bizarre accompanying piece. To save face, you can only imagine her defending it as “an artistic choice”, and to “challenge norms”. Otherwise, she looks like an idiot, and considering it’s because of you that she’s carrying it, you get to take the blame, or the credit.<<elseif $WPCactus is 4>>Since she has no flowers to hold on her march, she instead has them by her side, which just looks strange. You could chuckle at it, but you might struggle to contain the laughter.<</if>> She still has her veil down, which makes you consider who she is now. When you first moved to the city, she really did care for you. So long as you did your chores, she wouldn’t complain, and was a delight to talk to on your Friday chat sessions. That all changed, and in a hurry, too. <<if $AshMistress is 1>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash forcing you to steal her panties set of a horrible chain of events, one which led to $Hannah meeting Miss $Gray . From there, they quickly fell in love. //Is it normal to fall in love that quickly?// When <<if $AshMistress is 1>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash made you tell your step sister that you were a sissy, that’s when things become truly unraveled. $Hannah could barely stomach seeing you at that point. The only reason she didn’t kick you out is because Miss $Gray managed to convince her of your usefulness as a sissy maid. Weird as it is to consider, your teacher actually did you a favor. Sure, she was the leading hand in your transition to become little more than a house servant, but if it weren’t for her, who knows where you’d be right now. $Hannah , meanwhile, has become truly dependent on your presence as a sissy maid. Her constant demands for a better breakfast, for you to clean the bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, to do the laundry, get the groceries - could she even manage to do it herself anymore? Where went the sweet woman who would just give a nominal complaint? And then there’s her attitude. It took a full day for her to decide on the perfect venue, just because the most minimal of issues was a complete dealbreaker. Her fastidious demands continued even when searching for a dress. The slightest misinterpretation of a clerk’s remarks sent her into an uncontrollable frenzy that even Miss $Gray was uncomfortable around. <<if $ChoresPunish gt 2>>And based on her suggestions for punishments, she’s acclimatized to the dominant role terrifyingly quick.<</if>> Even when Miss $Gray first moved in, $Hannah was corrupted, intentionally or not, by her. $Hannah remained gallionic as Miss $Gray berated you, and even laughed at your punishments. How much of your step sister is still her? And how much of her is Miss $Gray ‘s apprentice, who threatens to overtake the master? <<if $BlackmailWedding is 4>>Complicating matters, confoundingly so, is the fact that your step sister responded to the knowledge of Miss $Gray ‘s motives with the same enthusiasm that she watches the news with. How could she possibly be so nonchalant about learning of her fiance’s machiavellian scheme? And if she does plan on voicing all this to Miss $Gray , are you going to be caught in the middle?\ <<elseif $BlackmailWedding is 3>>Complicating matters, confoundingly so, is the bizarre way $Hannah reacted when you informed her of her fiance’s machiavellian scheming. How could she be so passive about it?\ <<elseif $BlackmailWedding is 2>>Knowing that Miss $Gray is currently wearing a chastity belt at the hands of your step sister also makes the situation much more confusing. Of course, it also makes it much funnier. Your teacher did also mention that her release is contingent on the wedding going off smoothly. So far, it’s yet to be derailed.\ <<elseif $BlackmailWedding is 1>>Recalling the emails you read on Miss $Gray ‘s computer, you’re still unsure what her angle is. It seemed like she was instructed to feminize you in the first place, but why? Since you’ve not brought it up with either of the couple, doing so now could be disastrous.\ <<else>>On top of all that, you’re still oblivious as to Miss $Gray ‘s motives for turning you into a sissy. It’s gone past teasing a male student a long time ago. Every measure she’s taken, seducing your step sister, and now marrying her…it can’t just be to make you a better student, can it?<</if>> Your step sister makes it next to Miss $Gray , and she lifts up her veil… [[Wedding 5<-Continue]]

//The veil is lifted, but rather than seeing $Hannah there, it’s Miss $Gray , and she’s facing herself. The identical women turn to you, and speak in unison. "Isn’t it incredible how we managed to turn you from a man, to a blithering sissy who can’t even stand up to us? We snuck our way into your home by fooling your ignorant step sister into thinking we cared about her, and now we’re 10 minutes away from being related by blood. Just what do you think we’ll get up to now that we have even more power over you? We’re never going to stop - you know that, right? As long as we’re in your life, we’ll be making it worse. Love us or hate us, you’ll be humiliated, debased, and sissified further. And the longer you’re close to us, the more control you lose. It’s a never ending spiral that you won’t be able to escape if this marriage is certified."// You shake your head in an attempt to get rid off the horrid apparition to confirm it is in fact $Hannah up there with Miss $Gray , and the nightmare must have lasted a while, because much of the proceedings are over. “Do you, $Gray2 , promise to love $Hannah undyingly, no matter what challenges you may face, regardless of the struggles to you, your partner, or your marriage?” Miss $Gray smiles. “I do.” “Do you, $Hannah , promise to love $Gray2 undyingly, no matter what challenges you may face, regardless of the struggles to you, your partner, or your marriage?” $Hannah is practically in tears. “I do.” “Then unless there are any objections, I n…” [[Wedding Silent<-Remain silent]] [[Wedding Object<-Object]]

<<set $House to 12>>\ “ow pronounce you wife, and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Their lips connect and now tears start flowing, from both women. Even when locked in a kiss that threatens to never stop, it’s clear they’re smiling. Then, they interlock hands, and begin their march outside. Staying quiet wasn’t easy, but it was probably the right thing to do. The crowd’s collective eyes are on the overjoyed couple who are ready to begin their new life together, save for one man right at the edge of your vision. He’s wearing an expectedly fancy suit and black-out sunglasses, but his head, even his whole body, is oriented right at you. //He’s staring right at me// You do your best to ignore him, but it’s hard to get the image out of your mind. [[Wedding Silent 2<-Continue][$H to $H + 5]]

<<set $HannahR to $HannahR - 1, $GrayR to $GrayR - 1>>\ “Wait, I object!” You yell, immediately stealing the attention away from the brides. “Of course you do” Miss $Gray murmurs. You storm up to them, making it clear to all the guests who you are. <<if $AshSlave is 1>>Your slaves join you. Though they won’t argue themselves, they’d defend you physically and verbally, to a point of death. <</if>>If it’s ever time for you to give a tirade about the wicked Miss $Gray and your utterly corrupted step sister, this is it. <<if $WeddingBlackmail is 0>>“Miss $Gray is a horrible, horrible person” you yell, though when you’re the one attempting to steamroll the wedding, it’s hard to convince anyone you’re not talking about yourself. “When I first moved to his city, I was a man. A man, damnit! But then Miss $Gray stuck her red claws in me, and she made me a sissy! I was never like this! Why would I want to wear a dress, lingerie, or a damn chastity cage? None of this was my choice, it’s all this bitch’s fault!” You point to your teacher, and then switch your attention to $Hannah , who is both close to crying, and approaching a point of such rage that her dress might snap off. “You’re supposed to be my family! You’re the one who’s supposed to protect me from harm, not marry it. Not only are you so deluded that you’ve become just like her, now you’re even worse! Not a single chore can be done well enough for you, yet you refuse to pick up a single broom, mop, vacuum or cloth. I’ve single handedly carried our house on my back, and what are the thanks I get for it? Mockery. I used to think you loved me, but now I’d be surprised if you could actually remember my name. You call me “sissy” or “maid” so often I might as well change my name to it!” “$name , I love you, but you make that so hard sometimes. I’ve always wanted what’s best for you, and so does $Gray2 . I know it might be hard to accept that sometimes, but it’s true. But right now, what you’re doing is both selfish, and unfair, and so I need you to be quiet.” Miss $Gray remains silent, which is uncharacteristic anyway, but the way she’s staring at the ground, seemingly crushed, is even more alarming.\ <<elseif $WeddingBlackmail is 1>>“Miss $Gray is a horrible, horrible person” you yell, though when you’re the one attempting to steamroll the wedding, it’s hard to convince anyone you’re not talking about yourself. “This entire wedding was manufactured by Miss $Gray to give her more power over me, and I have the emails to prove it. Look!” You use your phone to evidence your wild claims to $Hannah , who reads over them, not giving you or her fiance a hint of what is going through her mind, until she decides to open her mouth. “$name , I don’t know what you think this is, but me and $Gray2 are in love. I don’t know how long it’s going to take for you to accept that, but the sooner you do, life is going to be much easier. $Gray2 is as much a part of my life as you are, and I want you to be happy. I don’t know why you’re treating us like this when we’re the ones helping you become a better person, but I love you too much to stop trying. You’re my step sister, and I’ll always be here for you, whether you like it or not.” //…she’s past saving, isn’t she?// Miss $Gray remains silent, which is uncharacteristic anyway, but the way she’s staring at the ground, seemingly crushed, is even more alarming.\ <<elseif $WeddingBlackmail gt 1>>“Miss $Gray is a horrible, horrible person” you yell, though when you’re the one attempting to steamroll the wedding, it’s hard to convince anyone you’re not talking about yourself. “$Hannah , you know Miss $Gray is just doing this to get more control over me. Why are you marrying her still? Don’t you realize how crazy this is? Or are you just so madly in love that you can’t see what she’s trying to do? She took me, a man, and turned me a sissy, and you still stand by her! What does she need to do before you realize she’s evil incarnate?” “$name , I don’t know what you think this is, but me and $Gray2 are in love. I don’t know how long it’s going to take for you to accept that, but the sooner you do, life is going to be much easier. $Gray2 is as much a part of my life as you are, and I want you to be happy. I don’t know why you’re treating us like this when we’re the ones helping you become a better person, but I love you too much to stop trying. You’re my step sister, and I’ll always be here for you, whether you like it or not.” //…she’s past redeeming, isn’t she?// Miss $Gray remains silent, which is uncharacteristic anyway, but the way she’s staring at the ground, seemingly crushed, is even more alarming.<</if>> Your impotent argument defeated, you step aside, allowing the processions to continue. “*Ahem* if there are no other objections” he waits a moment before continuing, as though expecting somebody else to exercise their right to object. Sadly, it was battle you were fighting alone<<if $AshSlave is 1>>. Well, plus your two slaves.<<else>>.<</if>> “I now pronounce you bride and bride. You may now kiss the bride.” They do so eagerly, though the balloon has definitely been deflated somewhat. Then, they interlock hands, and begin their march outside. Bar a few people giving you deathstares, the crowd’s collective eyes are on the overjoyed couple who are ready to begin their new life together. There is one man, though, right at the edge of your vision who stands out. He’s wearing an expectedly fancy suit and black-out sunglasses, but his head, even his whole body, is oriented right at you. //He’s staring right at me// You do your best to ignore him, but it’s hard to get the image out of your mind. [[Wedding Object 2<-Continue]]

[img[Images/Wedding Party.jpg]] The rest of the day is a blur. The now Mrs $Gray and $Hannah reveal they had some measures for a good time, not dependant upon your preparation, as they’ve organized a party. The entire time, Mrs $Gray keeps you within audible distance, so that you may get them more drinks, help a guest find the toilets, or put one more gift with the excessive amount of wrapped boxes they’ve already received. It’s humiliating work, but it’s also what you’ve come to expect. You don’t see the peculiar man again, though you do keep an out eye for him. It’s not until several hours later that you can relax. Once the three of you are finally at your home again, and it seems like you’re going to be allowed some amount of peace, Mrs $Gray asks you to follow her to her and $Hannah ‘s bedroom. [[Wedding Silent 3<-Continue][$H to 23]]

Mrs $Gray is still wearing her wedding dress, heels, and makeup, and so is your step sister, but she’s also accessorized in a completely different way. $Hannah is on their bed, all four limbs tied to the respective bed posts. Not only is there a ball gag in her mouth, her entire head is covered by a hood, preventing her from seeing, from hearing, or asking for help. [img[Images/Hood.jpg]] “Why did you bring me here?” Mrs $Gray cackles, unafraid of being loud. “To show you something.” <<if visited("House 5 Night BM")>>She hitches up her own dress. Beneath her bridal lingerie, she’s no longer wearing the chastity belt $Hannah persuaded her to wear weeks ago. Without that, the blackmail material you have holds significantly less weight. But your teacher isn’t done. “Come over here.” Leading you over to the bed, she makes you lift up $Hannah ‘s wedding dress. The chastity belt hasn’t gone unworn for long.<<else>>She forces you over to the bed, where she makes you lift up $Hannah ‘s wedding dress. Beneath her prestige bridal lingerie, there’s a familiar device. A steel chastity belt, that Miss $Gray no doubt holds the key to.<</if>> [img[Images/P - Ash chastity.jpg]] “I really want you to understand this, $name . I have so much power over you.” While you are too frightened to move, she puts on a strap on, complete with a massive plastic cock, and then gets into position on top of her wife. The cock slides into your step sister’s ass with a struggle, but your teacher shows no mercy, or empathy. As Mrs $Gray begins thrusting inside $Hannah , she addresses you instead. “You’re mine. I don’t mean in the way that you get up to with your little “friends”, like $Ash . I mean I OWN you. I was instructed to make you the perfect sissy, and that’s exactly what I’ve done. Lingerie, heels, a skirt and blouse, all things you’ve worn because I’ve wanted you to. You’ve not worn any male clothing in months. Even yourself from a year ago couldn’t recognize who you are now. Afterall, don’t you think a real man would have put up a little more resistance? Though you have taken countless cocks, acted as my sissy maid, and are now my sister in law, do you want to know what my favorite part is?” Her ruinous thrusting increases, and it’s impossible to tell whether $Hannah ‘s moans are because of pain, or pleasure. “My favorite part is that I don’t love your step sister. In fact, I don’t even like her. I became the person she wanted in a partner, seduced her, and then made her mine, just like you are.” $Hannah ‘s moans crescendo into the unmistakable shrill of an orgasm, but Mrs $Gray keeps fucking. “And that’s why you’ll always be mine. If I can marry your step sister just to have a little bit more power over you, don’t you think any other attempts at defiance are futile? I will always be better than you. I will always outsmart you. And there’s not a thing you can do about it.” $Hannah sounds like she’s reaching a second orgasm, but just as she’s about to, Mrs $Gray pulls out, leaving your step sister on the edge. When she removes the strap on, she stands parallel to you, smiling, maybe for the first genuine time today. “And you’re almost complete.” Her hand strokes the side of your cheek, brushing your hair out the way. “Soon, you’ll be perfect, and then I can move onto the next one.” She strides out, leaving you to comprehend everything you’ve just heard, whilst $Hannah remains tied up, clueless as to her now wife’s confession. [[Wedding Silent End<-...]]

<<set $House to 12>>\ [img[Images/Wedding Party.jpg]] The rest of the day is a blur. The now Mrs $Gray and $Hannah reveal they had some measures for a good time, not dependant upon your preparation, as they’ve organized a party. Miraculously, you’ve still been invited, though you’re largely treated as the black sheep of the whole event. Nobody wants to associate with the person who attempted to ruin to “lovely” women’s wedding. Not even Mr Hawt, who’s the nicest man you could hope to run into on any given day, takes the time to ask how you are. <<if $Home is 1>>Instead, you’ve got $Ash to keep you company, though you also now begin to realize she might be a bit of an echo chamber. “Sissy, that was hilarious! I wish you would have told me about your performance ahead of time - I would have recorded it.” She doesn’t do much to comfort you over making a fool of yourself, but it’s nice to not be completely alone right now.\ <<elseif $AshSlave is 1>>Instead, you’ve got your two slaves to keep you company, but not even them and their willingness to please you could cheer you up right now, though they do their best. “I hate seeing you sad like this, mistress. Is there nothing we can do?” “Drinks are on me, if you’d like!” $Jen offers, but you simply shrug your shoulders. It’s a pity that you only got the proverbial monkey of $Jen and $Ash fighting over you off your back a couple days ago. You’ve not had a chance to properly make use of them yet, but how could your heart be up to it today?\ <<elseif $AshMistress is 1>>Instead, you’ve got Mistress $Ash to keep you company. And while that does a great deal to cheer you up, it’s not enough to put a smile on your firmly melancholic face. “Sissy, that was hilarious! I wish you would have told me about your performance ahead of time - I would have recorded it. Slave”, she turns to $Jen. “Run and get me a drink. I’ll have a peach flavored iced tea with extra ice.” “Yes mistress.”\ <<elseif $JenMistress is 1>>Instead, you’ve got Mistress $Jen to keep you company. And while that does a great deal to cheer you up, it’s not enough to put a smile on your firmly melancholic face. “I can’t say I was expecting you to do that. Still, for what it’s worth, you’re probably right, even if you regret doing what you did. Slave” she turns to $Ash “run off and get me diet and $name a diet cola.” “Yes mistress.”<</if>> One person, however, does take the time to approach you. It’s nobody you know the name of, though you do identify as the person who was wearing sunglasses before. “Hello, I don’t believe we’ve had the chance to meet before.” He offers his hand. Despite your earlier display, he’s smiling widely. “Hey, I’m $name . And you are?” “A friend of $Gray2 $Gray .” He answers. “She must have really done something to upset you.” “Where do I begin?” “She turned you into a “sissy?” What’s that?” “I’m not a man anymore. She’s forced to me wear women’s clothes, suck and take cock, eat cum. I can’t even remember the last time I touched my dick thanks to my stupid chastity cage.” <<if $AshMistress is 1 or $Home is 1>> “Hey, give me some credit!” $Ash interrupts.<</if>> “So you’re a full time, “sissy”?” “If I’m not, then who is?” He laughs slightly. “Well, she’s not done a great job of making you obedient, has she?” “I suppose not.” “It was nice meeting you, $name .” He takes his leave, not only from the table you’re sat, but from the party as a whole. <<if $Home is 1>>“That was strange.” “Huh?” “He asked you what a sissy was, but he knew they’re expected to be submissive.”\ <<elseif $AshSlave is 1>>“That was strange.” “Huh?” “Well, mistress, it’s just that he asked you what a sissy was, but then it seemed he knew that they’re supposed to be submissive.”\ <<elseif $AshMistress is 1>>“That was strange.” “How so, mistress?” “He asked you what a sissy was, but he knew they’re expected to be submissive.”\ <<elseif $JenMistress is 1>>“He was weird.” “I know. Who would wear sunglasses inside like that?” “No, not that. He asked you what a sissy was, but then he just so happened to know they’re supposed to be submissive.”<</if>> It’s not until several hours later that you can relax. Once you and the married couple return home, it spells a chance to breathe easier, or so you think. But there’s already someone in the house. [[Wedding Object 3<-...][$H to 23]]

[img[Images/Lounge.jpg]] “My feet are killing me!” Your step sister moans, sliding the heels off her feet the moment she’s through the door. “Don’t disappear yet, maid, I’m going to need a f…who are you?” Her eyes clock the intruder first, then yours, then Mrs $Gray ‘s. It’s the same enigmatic man from before. He’s already helped himself to a drink from the kitchen, and based on the lack of broken glass near the front door, he must have a key to the house. “What are you doing here?” Mrs $Gray demands, stepping in front of both you and $Hannah . He takes a sip from his glass, not wincing at whatever high strength alcohol looks to be inside. “I did EXACTLY what you asked. Why are you here?” “That, $Gray2 , is where you’re wrong. You’ve made a sissy out a man, but based on that display earlier, he’s clearly not accepted his place, has he?” “It’s never as simple as that. You saw her at her worst, not the rest of the time. Who has? ME! And I can tell you she is changing exactly in line with the rest of them. You don’t get to burst into MY home and tell me how to do MY job.” “As your boss, that’s exactly what I get to do.” “Can someone tell me what is going on?” “How many of these missions have I done for you? There’s no one better than me, and yet you still insist on telling me how to be better. News flash: if there’s a way to be better at sissifying someone, I’D KNOW!” “That’s what I used to think. But this one seems to have changed you.” “What the hell are you talking about?” “Those two people behind you right now, like you were protecting them. You’ve gone soft.” Mrs $Gray balks at the concept. “If you think that, then your brain’s gone soft.” “Oh really? The $Gray2 I know wouldn’t have used a student at her school to help sissify someone.” “$Ash has shown potential. Not only did I think about recruiting her, it’s given me more time to train $name in different ways.” “And then there’s your other half.” Still seated, he tips his drink in the direction of $Hannah . “You’re the one who told me to get close to her in the first place, and now you’re confused at us seeming close? How do you want us to appear, estranged?” “We both know it’s more than that. You’ve caught feelings for her.” Miss $Gray bursts out laughing, though it’s hard to tell if it’s facetious or genuine. “I don’t have feelings, you know that.” “$Gray2 , what are you talking about?” “You were smiling like I’ve never seen you smile when you saw her walk down the aisle.” “It's called playing a role.” “Your wife, meanwhile, seems to be accepting her dominant role all too well, isn’t she? After what the sissy shared earlier today, it certainly seems that she is the main aggressor in his life.” “She’s learned from me.” The man doesn’t reply. Instead, he removes a small black, remote-looking gadget from his breast pocket. He aims it at Mrs $Gray and presses a button, and your teacher immediately collapses to the floor, clutching her womb area. “What did you do to her?” $Hannah screams, checking on her wife. “A minor shock, she’ll recover momentarily. In the mean time.” He stands up, and although your step sister takes a defensive stance, she backs off once he approaches, rolling Mrs $Gray onto her back. It allows him easier access to lift up her dress. Whilst his intentions are unclear, he stops <<if visited("House 5 Night BM")>>upon seeing the chastity belt she’s wearing. “Just as I suspected. This is your doing?” He refers to $Hannah , though he likely already knows the answer. “It was just supposed to be a joke.” “Then you started to realize you liked it.” She doesn't answer. “Who are you?”\ <<else>>upon seeing her wearing something familiar, though never anything you’d imagine Miss $Gray wearing. Beneath her bridal lingerie is, of all things, a chastity belt. “Just as I suspected. This is your doing?” He refers to $Hannah , though he likely already knows the answer. “It was just supposed to be a joke.” “Then you started to realize you liked it.” “Right. But who are you?”<</if>> Mrs $Gray is still incapacitated on the floor, and the man addresses you and $Hannah directly. “I’m Mr X, and I work for an organization that caters to some very specific needs. $Gray2 $Gray has been working for us for over a decade, specializing in sissification, but now it seems she needs to be replaced.” “You mean…she’s done this type of thing before?” “Not only has she turned dozens of men into sissies, this isn’t even the first time she’s been married.” “You can’t be serious.” “Never to a woman, though. That must be why she fell for you.” “Wait a minute!” You interrupt, barely getting their attention. “If she’s done this before, why did I have to become a sissy? Who picked me?” The man only smiles at your question. “Not even $Gray2 gets that information.” “But you do!” Despite hitting the nail on the head, he refuses to answer your question. His focus returns to $Hannah . “You’ve shown initiative, seem to enjoy having a sissy maid, and have now learned your wife planned this all along. How do you feel?” “How am I supposed to feel?!” She snaps. “I want a divorce as soon as I can. And you!” She pivots her eyes back to you. “How dare you try to ruin my big day!” “I’m sure you’d love to make her a better sissy as punishment, wouldn’t you?” “I sure would.” “And as for $Gray2 , what could she possibly deserve for such a betrayal?” He hands $Hannah the remote that floored Mrs $Gray , giving her free reign to do as she wishes. Your step sister wastes no time in testing out all the buttons, and your teacher screams in pain. “OWW! $Hannah , ple..OWW! I never mea…OWW! I love y…OWW!” Mr X only smiles at the display, but based on how wide the smile is, he’s not leaving it a secret that he loves what he’s witnessing. “Good. Good! Channel all your hate! Let her feel it! Never give her a chance to apologize; she doesn’t deserve it!” Mrs $Gray ‘s torture lasts a long time. Long enough that even you could start to feel sympathy for her, but the other two people who are on their feet are taking too much sadistic pleasure in this to even consider intervening. After a concerningly long time, Mr X decides he’s turned your house upside down enough for one day. “The remote is for a device we had implanted in her a long time ago. We used it to keep her in line, but you can use it however you wish. As for the sissy.” He inspects you. “Train him however you see fit. I’ll be in touch.” He exits without another word. $Hannah looks at you, and then at Miss $Gray , who is still writhing in pain. She presses the button more and more, with no sign of stopping. “This is my house once more, and you two will learn to love it.” [[Wedding Object End<-...]]

*End of this story route, for now. Thank you for playing this far! I hope you’ve enjoyed the adventure as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. If you’d like to play more, I’d encourage you to explore the other paths in the game. Any feedback in the TFGames forum is appreciated, whether its thoughts on what the story could add, or refinement of what’s already in here. <<if $Home is 1>>Click <<button here>><<script>>UI.alert("Ashleigh continues making you a better sissy, and Mrs Gray marches on with your training at home. You'll try to finally uncover Mrs Gray's motives in making you a sissy in the first place.");<</script>><</button>> for a hint of what’s planned for this specific path in a future update..\ <<elseif $Home is 2 and $AshSlave is 1>>Click <<button here>><<script>>UI.alert("With two slaves of your own, you can use them for your own sexual pleasure, or to make life a lot easier. Mrs Gray marches on with your training at home. You'll try to finally uncover Mrs Gray's motives in making you a sissy in the first place, using your two eager submissives along the way.");<</script>><</button>> for a hint of what’s planned for this specific path in a future update..\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>Click <<button here>><<script>>UI.alert("Your mistress intends on making full use of you, and her other slave. Mrs Gray marches on with your training at home.You'll try to finally uncover Mrs Gray's motives in making you a sissy in the first place, using your two eager submissives along the way.");<</script>><</button>> for a hint of what’s planned for this specific path in a future update..<</if>> Click <<button here>><<script>>UI.alert("-If you would be kicked out by Hannah , have the ability to move in with Jen , complete with the sexual situations she puts you in, also featuring her boyfriend. -If you would be kicked out by Hannah , have the ability to move in with Alex , including her unique desires for a relationship. -More events with Jen + completion of her backstory. -More events with Alex . . -Optional diaper content. -New modifications to the chastity cage, including spikes. -Event to change PC's masculine name to a feminine one. -Full male to female transformation.");<</script>><</button>> for some of the content that will be added to the rest of the game.

*End of this story route, for now. Thank you for playing this far! I hope you’ve enjoyed the adventure as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. If you’d like to play more, I’d encourage you to explore the other paths in the game. Any feedback in the TFGames forum is appreciated, whether its thoughts on what the story could add, or refinement of what’s already in here. <<if $Home is 1>>Click <<button here>><<script>>UI.alert("Ashleigh continues training you, and Hannah takes the lead in making you the perfect sissy at home. Mrs Gray comes to terms with being betrayed by her boss and by her wife, and is determined to get revenge, using you to assist her.");<</script>><</button>> for a hint of what’s planned for this specific path in a future update..\ <<elseif $Home is 2 and $AshSlave is 1>>Click <<button here>><<script>>UI.alert("With two slaves of your own, you can use them for your own sexual pleasure, or to make life a lot easier. Mrs Gray comes to terms with being betrayed by her boss and by her wife, and is determined to get revenge, using you, and your more than willing slaves, to help her.");<</script>><</button>> for a hint of what’s planned for this specific path in a future update..\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>Click <<button here>><<script>>UI.alert("Your mistress intends on making full use of you, and her other slave. Mrs Gray comes to terms with being betrayed by her boss and by her wife, and is determined to get revenge, using you to assist her.");<</script>><</button>> for a hint of what’s planned for this specific path in a future update..<</if>> Click <<button here>><<script>>UI.alert("-If you would be kicked out by Hannah , have the ability to move in with Jen , complete with the sexual situations she puts you in, also featuring her boyfriend. -If you would be kicked out by Hannah , have the ability to move in with Alex , including her unique desires for a relationship. -More events with Jen + completion of her backstory. -More events with Alex . . -Optional diaper content. -New modifications to the chastity cage, including spikes. -Event to change PC's masculine name to a feminine one. -Full male to female transformation.");<</script>><</button>> for some of the content that will be added to the rest of the game.

[img[Images/G Bread.jpg]] Your shopping list includes: - Bread: <<if $SL1 is 1>>Wholemeal bread<<elseif $SL1 is 2>>Brown bread<<elseif $SL1 is 3>>White bread<<elseif $SL1 is 4>>Extra toastable bread<<elseif $SL1 is 5>>Tiger bread<<elseif $SL1 is 6>>Bagels<</if>> \ - Cheese: <<if $SL2 is 1>>Richotta<<elseif $SL2 is 2>>Belle’s Brie<<elseif $SL2 is 3>>Fromage O’dor<<elseif $SL2 is 4>>Creamster’s Cheese<<elseif $SL2 is 5>>Captain Cheddar’s Orange Surprise<<elseif $SL2 is 6>>Parmesandwhich<<elseif $SL2 is 7>>Goodfellow’s Greatest Gouda<<elseif $SL2 is 8>>holeless swiss cheese<<elseif $SL2 is 9>>Monterey Wack<<elseif $SL2 is 10>>Monster<<elseif $SL2 is 11>>Finest Feta<<elseif $SL2 is 12>>Mr Goat’s Cheese<</if>> \ - Pasta: <<if $SL5 is 1>>Spaghetti<<elseif $SL5 is 2>>Spirali<<elseif $SL5 is 3>>Linguine<<elseif $SL5 is 4>>Lasagne<<elseif $SL5 is 5>>Farfalle<<elseif $SL5 is 6>>Fusilli<<elseif $SL5 is 7>>Macaroni<<elseif $SL5 is 8>>Penne<</if>> \ - Meat: <<if $SL4 is 1>>Chicken<<elseif $SL4 is 2>>Turkey<<elseif $SL4 is 3>>Beef<<elseif $SL4 is 4>>Pork<<elseif $SL4 is 5>>Ham<<elseif $SL4 is 6>>Gammon<<elseif $SL4 is 7>>Lamb<<elseif $SL4 is 8>>Duck<</if>> \ - Fish: <<if $SL3 is 1>>Salmon<<elseif $SL3 is 2>>Haddock<<elseif $SL3 is 3>>Seabass<<elseif $SL3 is 4>>Tuna<<elseif $SL3 is 5>>Sushi<<elseif $SL3 is 6>>Herring<<elseif $SL3 is 7>>Cod<<elseif $SL3 is 8>>Mackerel<</if>> \ - Toiletries: <<if $SL6 is 1>>Antiperspirant<<elseif $SL6 is 2>>Shaving gel<<elseif $SL6 is 3>>Shampoo<<elseif $SL6 is 4>>Conditioner<<elseif $SL6 is 5>>Soap<<elseif $SL6 is 6>>Toothpaste<</if>> <<if $Home is 0 and $Day lt 15>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. Wandering around the giant shop, you get lost multiple times. Not only are you not used to getting the groceries, you are also not used to this supermarket.\ <<elseif $Home is 0>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. You're used to the layout of the store by now, and manage to do your shop much more efficiently.\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>><<set $H to $H + 2>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. [img[Images/Maid WalkG.gif]] Miss $Gray ‘s demands for groceries are much more specific than what $Hannah usually asks for. She would normally settle for anything close to what she asked for. But your teacher is very particular in her requests. Diet this, extra low fat that. And don’t even think of getting the same item from a different company from the one that is listed. She would chew you apart like the dragon fruit bubble gum she asked for.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. $Ash ‘s requests aren’t too different from what you’re used to getting, though you swear you never see her eating anything of the things she asks for, so maybe she just wants to keep you busy. There are some specific things that she won’t accept alternatives for, however. Her insistence on soy milk is an interesting one. She constantly reminds you to get women’s shampoo for both of you, since she would throw anything masculine scented out.\ <<elseif $Home is 5 or $Home is 6>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. $Jen ‘s shopping list is surprisingly barren. Not objectively, mind you, but relative to her abode, and to her means. She has no requests that strike you as excessive, though that is the very thing you’ve come to expect from her.<</if>><<if $ChoresPunish gt 2>> The cuffs wrapped around your ankles similarly make you spend much more time doing your tedious chore. While wearing such a humiliating item does add to your blushing cheeks, it’s not a whole lot on top of the tiny maid outfit you’re forced to wear, though the tiny strides the chain forces you to make ensure you have to suffer some certain people’s judging gaze much longer.<</if>> Select: <<if $SL1 is 1>>[[Groceries 1b<-Wholemeal bread]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1a<-Wholemeal bread]]<</if>> <<if $SL1 is 2>>[[Groceries 1b<-Brown bread]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1a<-Brown bread]]<</if>> <<if $SL1 is 3>>[[Groceries 1b<-White bread]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1a<-White bread]]<</if>> <<if $SL1 is 4>>[[Groceries 1b<-Extra toastable bread]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1a<-Extra toastable bread]]<</if>> <<if $SL1 is 5>>[[Groceries 1b<-Tiger bread]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1a<-Tiger bread]]<</if>> <<if $SL1 is 6>>[[Groceries 1b<-Bagels]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1a<-Bagels]]<</if>>

[img[Images/G Cheese.jpg]] Your shopping list includes: - Bread: <<if $SL1 is 1>>Wholemeal bread<<elseif $SL1 is 2>>Brown bread<<elseif $SL1 is 3>>White bread<<elseif $SL1 is 4>>Extra toastable bread<<elseif $SL1 is 5>>Tiger bread<<elseif $SL1 is 6>>Bagels<</if>> \ - Cheese: <<if $SL2 is 1>>Richotta<<elseif $SL2 is 2>>Belle’s Brie<<elseif $SL2 is 3>>Fromage O’dor<<elseif $SL2 is 4>>Creamster’s Cheese<<elseif $SL2 is 5>>Captain Cheddar’s Orange Surprise<<elseif $SL2 is 6>>Parmesandwhich<<elseif $SL2 is 7>>Goodfellow’s Greatest Gouda<<elseif $SL2 is 8>>holeless swiss cheese<<elseif $SL2 is 9>>Monterey Wack<<elseif $SL2 is 10>>Monster<<elseif $SL2 is 11>>Finest Feta<<elseif $SL2 is 12>>Mr Goat’s Cheese<</if>> \ - Pasta: <<if $SL5 is 1>>Spaghetti<<elseif $SL5 is 2>>Spirali<<elseif $SL5 is 3>>Linguine<<elseif $SL5 is 4>>Lasagne<<elseif $SL5 is 5>>Farfalle<<elseif $SL5 is 6>>Fusilli<<elseif $SL5 is 7>>Macaroni<<elseif $SL5 is 8>>Penne<</if>> \ - Meat: <<if $SL4 is 1>>Chicken<<elseif $SL4 is 2>>Turkey<<elseif $SL4 is 3>>Beef<<elseif $SL4 is 4>>Pork<<elseif $SL4 is 5>>Ham<<elseif $SL4 is 6>>Gammon<<elseif $SL4 is 7>>Lamb<<elseif $SL4 is 8>>Duck<</if>> \ - Fish: <<if $SL3 is 1>>Salmon<<elseif $SL3 is 2>>Haddock<<elseif $SL3 is 3>>Seabass<<elseif $SL3 is 4>>Tuna<<elseif $SL3 is 5>>Sushi<<elseif $SL3 is 6>>Herring<<elseif $SL3 is 7>>Cod<<elseif $SL3 is 8>>Mackerel<</if>> \ - Toiletries: <<if $SL6 is 1>>Antiperspirant<<elseif $SL6 is 2>>Shaving gel<<elseif $SL6 is 3>>Shampoo<<elseif $SL6 is 4>>Conditioner<<elseif $SL6 is 5>>Soap<<elseif $SL6 is 6>>Toothpaste<</if>> <<if $Home is 0 and $Day lt 15>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. Wandering around the giant shop, you get lost multiple times. Not only are you not used to getting the groceries, you are also not used to this supermarket.\ <<elseif $Home is 0>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. You're used to the layout of the store by now, and manage to do your shop much more efficiently.\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>><<set $H to $H + 2>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. [img[Images/Maid WalkG.gif]] Miss $Gray ‘s demands for groceries are much more specific than what $Hannah usually asks for. She would normally settle for anything close to what she asked for. But your teacher is very particular in her requests. Diet this, extra low fat that. And don’t even think of getting the same item from a different company from the one that is listed. She would chew you apart like the dragon fruit bubble gum she asked for.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. $Ash ‘s requests aren’t too different from what you’re used to getting, though you swear you never see her eating anything of the things she asks for, so maybe she just wants to keep you busy. There are some specific things that she won’t accept alternatives for, however. Her insistence on soy milk is an interesting one. She constantly reminds you to get women’s shampoo for both of you, since she would throw anything masculine scented out.\ <<elseif $Home is 5 or $Home is 6>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. $Jen ‘s shopping list is surprisingly barren. Not objectively, mind you, but relative to her abode, and to her means. She has no requests that strike you as excessive, though that is the very thing you’ve come to expect from her.<</if>><<if $ChoresPunish gt 2>> The cuffs wrapped around your ankles similarly make you spend much more time doing your tedious chore. While wearing such a humiliating item does add to your blushing cheeks, it’s not a whole lot on top of the tiny maid outfit you’re forced to wear, though the tiny strides the chain forces you to make ensure you have to suffer some certain people’s judging gaze much longer.<</if>> Select: <<if $SL2 is 1>>[[Groceries 1c<-Richotta]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1b<-Richotta]]<</if>> <<if $SL2 is 2>>[[Groceries 1c<-Belle’s Brie]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1b<-Belle’s Brie]]<</if>> <<if $SL2 is 3>>[[Groceries 1c<-Fromage O’dor]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1b<-Fromage O’dor]]<</if>> <<if $SL2 is 4>>[[Groceries 1c<-Creamster’s Cheese]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1b<-Creamster’s Cheese]]<</if>> <<if $SL2 is 5>>[[Groceries 1c<-Captain Cheddar’s Orange Surprise]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1b<-Captain Cheddar’s Orange Surprise]]<</if>> <<if $SL2 is 6>>[[Groceries 1c<-Parmesandwhich]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1b<-Parmesandwhich]]<</if>> <<if $SL2 is 7>>[[Groceries 1c<-Goodfellow’s Greatest Gouda]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1b<-Goodfellow’s Greatest Gouda]]<</if>> <<if $SL2 is 8>>[[Groceries 1c<-Holeless Swiss cheese]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1b<-Holeless Swiss cheese]]<</if>> <<if $SL2 is 9>>[[Groceries 1c<-Monterry Wack]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1b<-Monterry Wack]]<</if>> <<if $SL2 is 10>>[[Groceries 1c<-Monster]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1b<-Monster]]<</if>> <<if $SL2 is 11>>[[Groceries 1c<-Finest Feta]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1b<-Finest Feta]]<</if>> <<if $SL2 is 12>>[[Groceries 1c<-Mr Goat’s Cheese]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1b<-Mr Goat’s Cheese]]<</if>>

[img[Images/G Pasta.jpg]] Your shopping list includes: - Bread: <<if $SL1 is 1>>Wholemeal bread<<elseif $SL1 is 2>>Brown bread<<elseif $SL1 is 3>>White bread<<elseif $SL1 is 4>>Extra toastable bread<<elseif $SL1 is 5>>Tiger bread<<elseif $SL1 is 6>>Bagels<</if>> \ - Cheese: <<if $SL2 is 1>>Richotta<<elseif $SL2 is 2>>Belle’s Brie<<elseif $SL2 is 3>>Fromage O’dor<<elseif $SL2 is 4>>Creamster’s Cheese<<elseif $SL2 is 5>>Captain Cheddar’s Orange Surprise<<elseif $SL2 is 6>>Parmesandwhich<<elseif $SL2 is 7>>Goodfellow’s Greatest Gouda<<elseif $SL2 is 8>>holeless swiss cheese<<elseif $SL2 is 9>>Monterey Wack<<elseif $SL2 is 10>>Monster<<elseif $SL2 is 11>>Finest Feta<<elseif $SL2 is 12>>Mr Goat’s Cheese<</if>> \ - Pasta: <<if $SL5 is 1>>Spaghetti<<elseif $SL5 is 2>>Spirali<<elseif $SL5 is 3>>Linguine<<elseif $SL5 is 4>>Lasagne<<elseif $SL5 is 5>>Farfalle<<elseif $SL5 is 6>>Fusilli<<elseif $SL5 is 7>>Macaroni<<elseif $SL5 is 8>>Penne<</if>> \ - Meat: <<if $SL4 is 1>>Chicken<<elseif $SL4 is 2>>Turkey<<elseif $SL4 is 3>>Beef<<elseif $SL4 is 4>>Pork<<elseif $SL4 is 5>>Ham<<elseif $SL4 is 6>>Gammon<<elseif $SL4 is 7>>Lamb<<elseif $SL4 is 8>>Duck<</if>> \ - Fish: <<if $SL3 is 1>>Salmon<<elseif $SL3 is 2>>Haddock<<elseif $SL3 is 3>>Seabass<<elseif $SL3 is 4>>Tuna<<elseif $SL3 is 5>>Sushi<<elseif $SL3 is 6>>Herring<<elseif $SL3 is 7>>Cod<<elseif $SL3 is 8>>Mackerel<</if>> \ - Toiletries: <<if $SL6 is 1>>Antiperspirant<<elseif $SL6 is 2>>Shaving gel<<elseif $SL6 is 3>>Shampoo<<elseif $SL6 is 4>>Conditioner<<elseif $SL6 is 5>>Soap<<elseif $SL6 is 6>>Toothpaste<</if>> <<if $Home is 0 and $Day lt 15>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. Wandering around the giant shop, you get lost multiple times. Not only are you not used to getting the groceries, you are also not used to this supermarket.\ <<elseif $Home is 0>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. You're used to the layout of the store by now, and manage to do your shop much more efficiently.\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>><<set $H to $H + 2>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. [img[Images/Maid WalkG.gif]] Miss $Gray ‘s demands for groceries are much more specific than what $Hannah usually asks for. She would normally settle for anything close to what she asked for. But your teacher is very particular in her requests. Diet this, extra low fat that. And don’t even think of getting the same item from a different company from the one that is listed. She would chew you apart like the dragon fruit bubble gum she asked for.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. $Ash ‘s requests aren’t too different from what you’re used to getting, though you swear you never see her eating anything of the things she asks for, so maybe she just wants to keep you busy. There are some specific things that she won’t accept alternatives for, however. Her insistence on soy milk is an interesting one. She constantly reminds you to get women’s shampoo for both of you, since she would throw anything masculine scented out.\ <<elseif $Home is 5 or $Home is 6>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. $Jen ‘s shopping list is surprisingly barren. Not objectively, mind you, but relative to her abode, and to her means. She has no requests that strike you as excessive, though that is the very thing you’ve come to expect from her.<</if>><<if $ChoresPunish gt 2>> The cuffs wrapped around your ankles similarly make you spend much more time doing your tedious chore. While wearing such a humiliating item does add to your blushing cheeks, it’s not a whole lot on top of the tiny maid outfit you’re forced to wear, though the tiny strides the chain forces you to make ensure you have to suffer some certain people’s judging gaze much longer.<</if>> Select: <<if $SL5 is 1>>[[Groceries 1d<-Spaghetti]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1c<-Spaghetti]]<</if>> <<if $SL5 is 2>>[[Groceries 1d<-Spriali]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1c<-Spirali]]<</if>> <<if $SL5 is 3>>[[Groceries 1d<-Linguine]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1c<-Linguine]]<</if>> <<if $SL5 is 4>>[[Groceries 1d<-Lasagne]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1c<-Lasagne]]<</if>> <<if $SL5 is 5>>[[Groceries 1d<-Farfalle]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1c<-Farfalle]]<</if>> <<if $SL5 is 6>>[[Groceries 1d<-Fusilli]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1c<-Fusilli]]<</if>> <<if $SL5 is 7>>[[Groceries 1d<-Macaroni]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1c<-Macaron]]<</if>> <<if $SL5 is 8>>[[Groceries 1d<-Penne]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1c<-Penne]]<</if>>

[img[Images/G Meat.jpg]] Your shopping list includes: - Bread: <<if $SL1 is 1>>Wholemeal bread<<elseif $SL1 is 2>>Brown bread<<elseif $SL1 is 3>>White bread<<elseif $SL1 is 4>>Extra toastable bread<<elseif $SL1 is 5>>Tiger bread<<elseif $SL1 is 6>>Bagels<</if>> \ - Cheese: <<if $SL2 is 1>>Richotta<<elseif $SL2 is 2>>Belle’s Brie<<elseif $SL2 is 3>>Fromage O’dor<<elseif $SL2 is 4>>Creamster’s Cheese<<elseif $SL2 is 5>>Captain Cheddar’s Orange Surprise<<elseif $SL2 is 6>>Parmesandwhich<<elseif $SL2 is 7>>Goodfellow’s Greatest Gouda<<elseif $SL2 is 8>>holeless swiss cheese<<elseif $SL2 is 9>>Monterey Wack<<elseif $SL2 is 10>>Monster<<elseif $SL2 is 11>>Finest Feta<<elseif $SL2 is 12>>Mr Goat’s Cheese<</if>> \ - Pasta: <<if $SL5 is 1>>Spaghetti<<elseif $SL5 is 2>>Spirali<<elseif $SL5 is 3>>Linguine<<elseif $SL5 is 4>>Lasagne<<elseif $SL5 is 5>>Farfalle<<elseif $SL5 is 6>>Fusilli<<elseif $SL5 is 7>>Macaroni<<elseif $SL5 is 8>>Penne<</if>> \ - Meat: <<if $SL4 is 1>>Chicken<<elseif $SL4 is 2>>Turkey<<elseif $SL4 is 3>>Beef<<elseif $SL4 is 4>>Pork<<elseif $SL4 is 5>>Ham<<elseif $SL4 is 6>>Gammon<<elseif $SL4 is 7>>Lamb<<elseif $SL4 is 8>>Duck<</if>> \ - Fish: <<if $SL3 is 1>>Salmon<<elseif $SL3 is 2>>Haddock<<elseif $SL3 is 3>>Seabass<<elseif $SL3 is 4>>Tuna<<elseif $SL3 is 5>>Sushi<<elseif $SL3 is 6>>Herring<<elseif $SL3 is 7>>Cod<<elseif $SL3 is 8>>Mackerel<</if>> \ - Toiletries: <<if $SL6 is 1>>Antiperspirant<<elseif $SL6 is 2>>Shaving gel<<elseif $SL6 is 3>>Shampoo<<elseif $SL6 is 4>>Conditioner<<elseif $SL6 is 5>>Soap<<elseif $SL6 is 6>>Toothpaste<</if>> <<if $Home is 0 and $Day lt 15>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. Wandering around the giant shop, you get lost multiple times. Not only are you not used to getting the groceries, you are also not used to this supermarket.\ <<elseif $Home is 0>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. You're used to the layout of the store by now, and manage to do your shop much more efficiently.\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>><<set $H to $H + 2>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. [img[Images/Maid WalkG.gif]] Miss $Gray ‘s demands for groceries are much more specific than what $Hannah usually asks for. She would normally settle for anything close to what she asked for. But your teacher is very particular in her requests. Diet this, extra low fat that. And don’t even think of getting the same item from a different company from the one that is listed. She would chew you apart like the dragon fruit bubble gum she asked for.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. $Ash ‘s requests aren’t too different from what you’re used to getting, though you swear you never see her eating anything of the things she asks for, so maybe she just wants to keep you busy. There are some specific things that she won’t accept alternatives for, however. Her insistence on soy milk is an interesting one. She constantly reminds you to get women’s shampoo for both of you, since she would throw anything masculine scented out.\ <<elseif $Home is 5 or $Home is 6>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. $Jen ‘s shopping list is surprisingly barren. Not objectively, mind you, but relative to her abode, and to her means. She has no requests that strike you as excessive, though that is the very thing you’ve come to expect from her.<</if>><<if $ChoresPunish gt 2>> The cuffs wrapped around your ankles similarly make you spend much more time doing your tedious chore. While wearing such a humiliating item does add to your blushing cheeks, it’s not a whole lot on top of the tiny maid outfit you’re forced to wear, though the tiny strides the chain forces you to make ensure you have to suffer some certain people’s judging gaze much longer.<</if>> Select: <<if $SL4 is 1>>[[Groceries 1e<-Chicken]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1d<-Chicken]]<</if>> <<if $SL4 is 2>>[[Groceries 1e<-Turkey]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1d<-Turkey]]<</if>> <<if $SL4 is 3>>[[Groceries 1e<-Beef]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1d<-Beef]]<</if>> <<if $SL4 is 4>>[[Groceries 1e<-Pork]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1d<-Pork]]<</if>> <<if $SL4 is 5>>[[Groceries 1e<-Ham]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1d<-Ham]]<</if>> <<if $SL4 is 6>>[[Groceries 1e<-Gammon]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1d<-Gammon]]<</if>> <<if $SL4 is 7>>[[Groceries 1e<-Lamb]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1d<-Lamb]]<</if>> <<if $SL4 is 8>>[[Groceries 1e<-Duck]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1d<-Duck]]<</if>>

[img[Images/G Fish.jpg]] Your shopping list includes: - Bread: <<if $SL1 is 1>>Wholemeal bread<<elseif $SL1 is 2>>Brown bread<<elseif $SL1 is 3>>White bread<<elseif $SL1 is 4>>Extra toastable bread<<elseif $SL1 is 5>>Tiger bread<<elseif $SL1 is 6>>Bagels<</if>> \ - Cheese: <<if $SL2 is 1>>Richotta<<elseif $SL2 is 2>>Belle’s Brie<<elseif $SL2 is 3>>Fromage O’dor<<elseif $SL2 is 4>>Creamster’s Cheese<<elseif $SL2 is 5>>Captain Cheddar’s Orange Surprise<<elseif $SL2 is 6>>Parmesandwhich<<elseif $SL2 is 7>>Goodfellow’s Greatest Gouda<<elseif $SL2 is 8>>holeless swiss cheese<<elseif $SL2 is 9>>Monterey Wack<<elseif $SL2 is 10>>Monster<<elseif $SL2 is 11>>Finest Feta<<elseif $SL2 is 12>>Mr Goat’s Cheese<</if>> \ - Pasta: <<if $SL5 is 1>>Spaghetti<<elseif $SL5 is 2>>Spirali<<elseif $SL5 is 3>>Linguine<<elseif $SL5 is 4>>Lasagne<<elseif $SL5 is 5>>Farfalle<<elseif $SL5 is 6>>Fusilli<<elseif $SL5 is 7>>Macaroni<<elseif $SL5 is 8>>Penne<</if>> \ - Meat: <<if $SL4 is 1>>Chicken<<elseif $SL4 is 2>>Turkey<<elseif $SL4 is 3>>Beef<<elseif $SL4 is 4>>Pork<<elseif $SL4 is 5>>Ham<<elseif $SL4 is 6>>Gammon<<elseif $SL4 is 7>>Lamb<<elseif $SL4 is 8>>Duck<</if>> \ - Fish: <<if $SL3 is 1>>Salmon<<elseif $SL3 is 2>>Haddock<<elseif $SL3 is 3>>Seabass<<elseif $SL3 is 4>>Tuna<<elseif $SL3 is 5>>Sushi<<elseif $SL3 is 6>>Herring<<elseif $SL3 is 7>>Cod<<elseif $SL3 is 8>>Mackerel<</if>> \ - Toiletries: <<if $SL6 is 1>>Antiperspirant<<elseif $SL6 is 2>>Shaving gel<<elseif $SL6 is 3>>Shampoo<<elseif $SL6 is 4>>Conditioner<<elseif $SL6 is 5>>Soap<<elseif $SL6 is 6>>Toothpaste<</if>> <<if $Home is 0 and $Day lt 15>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. Wandering around the giant shop, you get lost multiple times. Not only are you not used to getting the groceries, you are also not used to this supermarket.\ <<elseif $Home is 0>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. You're used to the layout of the store by now, and manage to do your shop much more efficiently.\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>><<set $H to $H + 2>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. [img[Images/Maid WalkG.gif]] Miss $Gray ‘s demands for groceries are much more specific than what $Hannah usually asks for. She would normally settle for anything close to what she asked for. But your teacher is very particular in her requests. Diet this, extra low fat that. And don’t even think of getting the same item from a different company from the one that is listed. She would chew you apart like the dragon fruit bubble gum she asked for.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. $Ash ‘s requests aren’t too different from what you’re used to getting, though you swear you never see her eating anything of the things she asks for, so maybe she just wants to keep you busy. There are some specific things that she won’t accept alternatives for, however. Her insistence on soy milk is an interesting one. She constantly reminds you to get women’s shampoo for both of you, since she would throw anything masculine scented out.\ <<elseif $Home is 5 or $Home is 6>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. $Jen ‘s shopping list is surprisingly barren. Not objectively, mind you, but relative to her abode, and to her means. She has no requests that strike you as excessive, though that is the very thing you’ve come to expect from her.<</if>><<if $ChoresPunish gt 2>> The cuffs wrapped around your ankles similarly make you spend much more time doing your tedious chore. While wearing such a humiliating item does add to your blushing cheeks, it’s not a whole lot on top of the tiny maid outfit you’re forced to wear, though the tiny strides the chain forces you to make ensure you have to suffer some certain people’s judging gaze much longer.<</if>> Select: <<if $SL3 is 1>>[[Groceries 1f<-Salmon]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1e<-Salmon]]<</if>> <<if $SL3 is 2>>[[Groceries 1f<-Haddock]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1e<-Haddock]]<</if>> <<if $SL3 is 3>>[[Groceries 1f<-Seabass]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1e<-Seabass]]<</if>> <<if $SL3 is 4>>[[Groceries 1f<-Tuna]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1e<-Tuna]]<</if>> <<if $SL3 is 5>>[[Groceries 1f<-Sushi]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1e<-Sushi]]<</if>> <<if $SL3 is 6>>[[Groceries 1f<-Herring]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1e<-Herring]]<</if>> <<if $SL3 is 7>>[[Groceries 1f<-Cod]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1e<-Cod]]<</if>> <<if $SL3 is 8>>[[Groceries 1f<-Mackerel]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1e<-Mackerel]]<</if>>

[img[Images/G Toiletries.jpg]] Your shopping list includes: - Bread: <<if $SL1 is 1>>Wholemeal bread<<elseif $SL1 is 2>>Brown bread<<elseif $SL1 is 3>>White bread<<elseif $SL1 is 4>>Extra toastable bread<<elseif $SL1 is 5>>Tiger bread<<elseif $SL1 is 6>>Bagels<</if>> \ - Cheese: <<if $SL2 is 1>>Richotta<<elseif $SL2 is 2>>Belle’s Brie<<elseif $SL2 is 3>>Fromage O’dor<<elseif $SL2 is 4>>Creamster’s Cheese<<elseif $SL2 is 5>>Captain Cheddar’s Orange Surprise<<elseif $SL2 is 6>>Parmesandwhich<<elseif $SL2 is 7>>Goodfellow’s Greatest Gouda<<elseif $SL2 is 8>>holeless swiss cheese<<elseif $SL2 is 9>>Monterey Wack<<elseif $SL2 is 10>>Monster<<elseif $SL2 is 11>>Finest Feta<<elseif $SL2 is 12>>Mr Goat’s Cheese<</if>> \ - Pasta: <<if $SL5 is 1>>Spaghetti<<elseif $SL5 is 2>>Spirali<<elseif $SL5 is 3>>Linguine<<elseif $SL5 is 4>>Lasagne<<elseif $SL5 is 5>>Farfalle<<elseif $SL5 is 6>>Fusilli<<elseif $SL5 is 7>>Macaroni<<elseif $SL5 is 8>>Penne<</if>> \ - Meat: <<if $SL4 is 1>>Chicken<<elseif $SL4 is 2>>Turkey<<elseif $SL4 is 3>>Beef<<elseif $SL4 is 4>>Pork<<elseif $SL4 is 5>>Ham<<elseif $SL4 is 6>>Gammon<<elseif $SL4 is 7>>Lamb<<elseif $SL4 is 8>>Duck<</if>> \ - Fish: <<if $SL3 is 1>>Salmon<<elseif $SL3 is 2>>Haddock<<elseif $SL3 is 3>>Seabass<<elseif $SL3 is 4>>Tuna<<elseif $SL3 is 5>>Sushi<<elseif $SL3 is 6>>Herring<<elseif $SL3 is 7>>Cod<<elseif $SL3 is 8>>Mackerel<</if>> \ - Toiletries: <<if $SL6 is 1>>Antiperspirant<<elseif $SL6 is 2>>Shaving gel<<elseif $SL6 is 3>>Shampoo<<elseif $SL6 is 4>>Conditioner<<elseif $SL6 is 5>>Soap<<elseif $SL6 is 6>>Toothpaste<</if>> <<if $Home is 0 and $Day lt 15>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. Wandering around the giant shop, you get lost multiple times. Not only are you not used to getting the groceries, you are also not used to this supermarket.\ <<elseif $Home is 0>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. You're used to the layout of the store by now, and manage to do your shop much more efficiently.\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>><<set $H to $H + 2>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. [img[Images/Maid WalkG.gif]] Miss $Gray ‘s demands for groceries are much more specific than what $Hannah usually asks for. She would normally settle for anything close to what she asked for. But your teacher is very particular in her requests. Diet this, extra low fat that. And don’t even think of getting the same item from a different company from the one that is listed. She would chew you apart like the dragon fruit bubble gum she asked for.\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. $Ash ‘s requests aren’t too different from what you’re used to getting, though you swear you never see her eating anything of the things she asks for, so maybe she just wants to keep you busy. There are some specific things that she won’t accept alternatives for, however. Her insistence on soy milk is an interesting one. She constantly reminds you to get women’s shampoo for both of you, since she would throw anything masculine scented out.\ <<elseif $Home is 5 or $Home is 6>>You head to the local supermarket to restock the depleted kitchen. $Jen ‘s shopping list is surprisingly barren. Not objectively, mind you, but relative to her abode, and to her means. She has no requests that strike you as excessive, though that is the very thing you’ve come to expect from her.<</if>><<if $ChoresPunish gt 2>> The cuffs wrapped around your ankles similarly make you spend much more time doing your tedious chore. While wearing such a humiliating item does add to your blushing cheeks, it’s not a whole lot on top of the tiny maid outfit you’re forced to wear, though the tiny strides the chain forces you to make ensure you have to suffer some certain people’s judging gaze much longer.<</if>> Select: <<if $SL6 is 1>>[[Groceries 1g<-Antiperspirant]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1f<-Antiperspirant]]<</if>> <<if $SL6 is 2>>[[Groceries 1g<-Shaving gel]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1f<-Shaving gel]]<</if>> <<if $SL6 is 3>>[[Groceries 1g<-Shampoo]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1f<-Shampoo]]<</if>> <<if $SL6 is 4>>[[Groceries 1g<-Conditioner]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1f<-Conditioner]]<</if>> <<if $SL6 is 5>>[[Groceries 1g<-Soap]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1f<-Soap]]<</if>> <<if $SL6 is 6>>[[Groceries 1g<-Toothpaste]]<<else>>[[Groceries 1f<-Toothpaste]]<</if>>

<<set $WeekChores to $WeekChores + 1, $C2 to 3>>\ <<if $MembershipCard is 0>><<set $I to $I + 10>><<else>><<set $I to $I + 20>><</if>>\ \ [img[Images/Till.jpg]] Ensuring you’ve collected all the right items, and the right amount, you head to the checkout. <<if $Weekend is 1>><<set $H to $H + 1>>Sadly, the busy weekend traffic means you’ll be having to wait much longer to get to a checkout.\ <<else>>Thankfully, taking care of this chore on a weekday makes it much less tedious, as the limited amount of customers means you’re not held up in a line.<</if>> <<if $CanvasBags is 0 and $Home is 0>><<set $S to $S + 1>>Using the money that $Hannah left out, you pay and head back home, your hands full of paper bags that painfully bury themselves into your palms.\ <<elseif $CanvasBags is 1 and $Home is 0>>Using the money that $Hannah left out, you pay and head back home. Fortunately, the bags that you are using are quite comfortable in your hands, and promise not to rip.\ <<elseif $CanvasBags is 0 and $Home lte 2>>Using the money that $Hannah and Miss $Gray left out, you pay and head back home, your hands full of paper bags that painfully dig into your palms.\ <<elseif $CanvasBags is 1 and $Home lte 2>>>Using the money that $Hannah and Miss $Gray left out, you pay and head back home. Fortunately, the bags that you are using are quite comfortable in your hands, and promise not to rip.\ <<elseif $CanvasBags is 0 and $Home lte 4>>Using the money that $Ash left out, you pay and head back home. Sadly, your hands are full of paper bags that painfully dig into your palms for the rest of the journey.\ <<elseif $CanvasBags is 1 and $Home lte 4>>Using the money that $Ash left out, you pay and head back home. Fortunately, the bags that you are using are quite comfortable in your hands, and promise not to rip.\ <<elseif $CanvasBags is 0 and $Home lte 6>>Using the money that $Jen left out, you pay and head back home. Sadly, your hands are full of paper bags that painfully dig into your palms for the rest of the journey.\ <<elseif $CanvasBags is 1 and $Home lte 6>>Using the money that $Jen left out, you pay and head back home. Fortunately, the bags that you are using are quite comfortable in your hands, and promise not to rip.<</if>> <<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return][$H to $H + 2]]\ <<elseif $ChoresPunish gt 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return][$H to $H + 4]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return][$H to $H + 3]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return][$H to $H + 2]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return][$H to $H + 2]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 11>>\ [img[Images/Corridor.jpg]] “I’m telling you” a conversation continues between two fellow students which is hard to not overhear. “What are you talking about? It’s a change that could never pass through the council, Claire wouldn’t even bother listing it an as official idea.” “You don’t know her like I do - she’d at least let me try.” “Not she would not!” “Would too!” “Let me get this straight: you think that Claire would not only allow you to suggest a new rule for the council which would encourage the school to fire all the female teachers that are then replaced by hot male teachers, but she’d also let you waste their time by attempting to persuade people to agree with you?” “Yes!” “No way. The council’s a joke as is. Something like that is just going to make you mocked more.” A third girl, standing behind the steadfast disagreer, is suddenly noticed. “Claire? I didn’t see you standing there! How..how are you? That’s a great blouse, is it new? Can’t wait for the meeting tomorrow!” She’s about to speed away, embarrassed, but she’s grabbed by the back of her collar. “Not so fast. I always thought you were talking trash on the student council. I hate when anyone disrespects us, but to be betrayed by a person I let in? I’m not having it. You’re off the council.” “Wha…Claire! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it; I was only fooling around!” “Save it. I’m done listening.” Claire confidently strides off, sighing under her breathe. Meanwhile, the disheartened girl is left to be comforted by her friend. “I can’t believe she’d do that.” “Don’t pretend you’re that upset. You only joined ‘cause you get to cut in front of the lunch line.” “Did not!” After eavesdropping on the affair, you dash off to your next lesson. <<if $Home gte 3>>[[12-4 Gray<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 1 or $Home is 2>>[[12-4 Ash<-Continue]]<</if>>

“There’s something else we need to discuss.” <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> asserts, her attention shifting towards an open email on her computer. //What trouble have I gotten myself into now?// “I’m sure you’re aware that Farrix Academy for Girls has a student council.” “It does?” She rolls her eyes. “Yes. Maybe you would have learned that if you looked at the flyers on the wall, instead of staring at the breasts of any nearby female. They’re largely for show - the council, that is. The only thing they’ve managed to change in the past year is adding “Taco Tuesday” to the official school menu” she sighs. “Anyway, they have 20 seats for the whole student body, plus the president, but they suddenly have a seat they need filling.” “Why are you telling me all this?” <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>“$name , I think it’d be great for you. To talk to other women who are busy thinking about things that are important, not who are mocking you for being a sissy, would be a great opportunity to step out your comfort zone and make some friends.”\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>“I think it’d be a good chance to be around women in a more social setting, rather than when you’re forced to be near them in class. And hopefully you’d learn a little something about being more polite by being there - that’d be a helpful skill for a maid.”\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>“I know you’re forced to be with $Ash for so much of the day now. This will be a valuable chance to make some other friends. Ones who aren’t intent on using you.” //More like she just wants to drive a wedge between us more//\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>“I think it’d be a good chance to be around women in a more social setting, rather than when you’re forced to be near them in class. Perhaps you'll even learn something about femininity."<</if>> “I’m not sure. Wouldn’t they still think of me as a sissy, and just be disgusted?” “You underestimate how feminine you look.” She claims, observing you in your intensely feminine outfit. “It’s up to you. They meet on Tuesdays and Thursdays. If you are interested, visit them later, and for today only, forget about any detentions you might have.” [[13-2b<-Continue]]

It’s the end of the day, which does mean you can go home, relax, and do your best to get your life together. Alternatively, you can dip your toe in the bureaucratic pool. Miss $Gray told you the student council wanted a new member, and it’d only take an hour of your time to come to a more informed conclusion. Besides, even if it’s only a slither of power, that’s still more responsibility than you have at the moment. [[SC Intro 2<-Go to the student council]] [[12-3f<-Leave]]

<<set $SC to 1>>\ //What have I got to lose?// Heading to the designated classroom home to the student council, you enter, but upon seeing the sorry state inside, you’re questioning if it’s really the right place. There’s only a few students that are here, and most of those that are, busy themselves with a disinterested stare at their phone. The others engage in idle chat-chit, not in the least bit resembling discussions of votes and legislature you imagined it to be. Not even the cleaners are showing the council respect, as they vacuum like this wasn’t the site of an active group. “Is this th…” “Student council? Nice to meet you.” Of all the people in the tiny room, only one steps forward. “I’m Claire, and you must be $name . Miss $Gray told me you might be interested in joining.” “I’m still not sure.” “The student council has a rich history in Farrix, ever since 20…” Her introduction speel is cut off by a couple more students entering the room. “Sorry we’re late; Zoe insisted on talking to Mr Hawt for a good 10 minutes after lesson.” “Again?” Another voice jokes from across the room. “As I was saying, we’re a prestigious group that has existed for several years, and we’ve been the driving force for change in this place. If you can think of any big occurrence at Farrix, chances are it’s because of us.” //So I have them to blame for my feminization?// “Hey Claire, is it cool if me and Danni leave early today? We’ve got a date tonight.” “No, it’s not!” Claire shakes her head. Taking your hand in hers, she leads you over to the quietest corner of the room. “Alright, I’ll be honest. We’re struggling. Big time. We’re a joke to everybody in the school, and I know people only join because there’s a small list of privileges associated with it. Half the girls here don’t give a damn. They’d sign anything if you do them a favor first.” She curses beneath her breath. “I’m the only one here who cares, but as president, I can’t even give any new suggestions directly, I just mediate. $name , I know about your…unique history here at Farrix. I’m sure if anyone wants change, it’s you, so if you do agree to join, I’ll give you my full support no matter what propose you make. Our reputation can only recover if we begin to make moves again, and I think your unique experience is our best bet.” “So I could propose any kind of change?” “Right.” She confirms, though who knows if she’s ready for those implications. “But like I said, it’s convincing people here to agree that’s the real issue. It’s always an uphill battle, and they’re not interested in debating a proposal, so much as they are getting something out of you.” She walks you over to the door. “We meet twice a week, Tuesday and Thursday. That’s only 2 hours, which isn’t a whole lot of commitment. Sadly, we can’t get you out of detention, so it’ll be up to you to get here with good behavior. So what do you say? Care to change our fortune around?” [[SC Intro Agree<-Join the student council]] [[SC Intro Decline<-Decline]]

<<set $SC to 1>>\ “Sure, I’m in.” “You’re serious! That’s great!” She practically hugs you, though even her smile reveals a deep elation at your agreement. “I really do think you can turn this ship around. Think some more on what proposal you want to make, and we’ll talk about it the next time you’re here.” She waves you goodbye for today, though no doubt she’d love to continue making progress right now. As she said, it’s not a whole lot of commitment, and maybe your proposal could improve your, and perhaps even the other students’, lives. [[12-3f<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

“Sorry, I’m just not interested.” Claire maintains a calm face, but it’s easy to see she’s ruined by your decline. “I…I understand. You probably have more fun things to do, right?” She shows you out the door. Based on their current status, it’d be a surprise if they aren’t disbanded within the year, but that’s not your fight to take on. Not that you have more “fun” things to do, but not only are you kept busy at school thanks to your lunch time training, but your home life is currently too unpredictable for such a commitment. Besides, who knows what requirement <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> will add to your personal uniform policy next. It might just be something so bad you’d prefer the detention. [[12-3f<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $H to 16>>\ <<set $SCDays to 35>>\ “There she is!” Claire exclaims upon your entry to the classroom. “I knew you wouldn’t let me down. Let’s get right to business: what proposal do you want to make?” It’s a big question to tackle, but you have put some thought into it. Your mind, selfless as ever, considered a change to the uniform policy, one which would make your life easier. It wouldn't need to be something major - even just being allowed to wear pants to Farrix would make your journey to, and day here, much more tolerable. Of course, that comes with the downside of some of the students choosing to wear pants, but there should still be enough legs peeking beneath a skirt for you to check out. Then again, you could always go in the opposite direction. If you made the Farrix uniform sluttier, or “less constricting”, if you were trying to be persuasive about this, it’d be so much easier to get a cheeky upskirt shot, or a flash of boobs, which the current uniform makes impossible. Sadly, the rule would also go for you, which means exposing yourself more, but surely that’s a price worth paying. Moving away from uniforms, you could always propose a change to the curriculum. Something like a mandatory cooking class might prove more interesting than math. Or how about an esports class? That’d surely prove popular. As for something that would prove polarizing unpopular, how about making the other students suffer like you have? Not by being made to wear a skirt or panties against their will, of course, but what about if they had to suffer through chastity just as you have? [[SC Day2B<-Propose the shift to end the tyranny of gendered clothing][$SC to 2]] [[SC Day2B<-Propose the removal of such restrictive clothing][$SC to 3]] [[SC Day2B<-Propose the modernizing of the school curriculum][$SC to 4]] [[SC Day2B<-Propose the perpetual contraception of chastity][$SC to 5]]

<<if $SC is 2>>“Being allowed to wear pants? What a great idea! This city is so archaic with gendered schools and gendered uniforms. I know this will be popular with the student body. If only things were decided by the popular vote.”\ <<elseif $SC is 3>>“I agree that blouses can be a bit of a pain, especially in the hotter months, so something less…tight would be nice, but shorter skirts? They’re short anyway, but it is your proposal.”\ <<elseif $SC is 4>>“Personally, I think learning English through literature is fun, but if you’re wanting to replace it, that’s up to you, and I think half the student body would agree with with you anyway.”\ <<elseif $SC is 5>>“You want to make everyone wear a chastity belt at school?” She appears both baffled and scared. “That’s…certainly an interesting decision. Not that one that I think would be popular, but these things aren’t decided by the majority, are they?”<</if>> “So what’s next? Who do we have to persuade?” “Everyone in here, or at least, most of them.” She sighs. “That’s one of the issues we’ve had lately. Before, when we were effective, we had to have a majority of over half of us. That’s only 11 of the 20 councilors. But Farrix Academy for Girls didn’t like how effective we were, so they neutered us. Now we need a majority of 75%. If you know anything about politics, you’d know getting 3/4s of people to agree on something is next to impossible. You need 15 of the councilors on your side. You make one, but that’s 14 people you have to get to like you.” “You can’t vote?” “Nope. That’s another one of the changes that were made to give us less power. I shouldn’t even be helping you as much as I have been.” “What should I do now then?” “You’ve got to talk to people, but you can only do so much in an hour. Don’t make the mistake of thinking these people will stick around once the bell rings. They’ll shoot out the door like it’s spring break.” “I should get to introducing myself then.” “$name , there’s one more thing. Any proposal has a 5 week expiration period. If you can’t get 14 people on your side in that time frame, it’s game over, and we’re back to square one.” [[SC<-Continue][$M to $M + 20]]

<<set $SCTotal to 0>>\ <<if $SC1 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC2 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC3 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 2>><</if>>\ <<if $SC4 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC5 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC6 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC8 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC9 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC10 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC11 is 20>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC12 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC13 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC14 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC15 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC16 gt 9>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC17 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC18 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ “Hey $name .” Claire beckons you over once the hour turns 5, the rest of the student council hurrying out, eager to do anything else. <<if $SCTotal gt 14>>“Let’s see, your vote is 1, plus $SCTotal for the votes you’ve whipped so far - that takes us to <<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>>$SCTotal . $name , you’ve done it! We’ve got all the votes we need to present this to the school higher ups.” Thinking that over some more, she gets a better idea. “Actually, maybe we should wait.” “Wait?” “If there’s a chance to rack up some more votes, yes. We can’t afford for this proposal to fail just because someone here might change their mind. People can be fickle, or just plain forgetful. We still have time, so I say we wait as long as we can.”\ \ <<elseif $SCTotal gt 9 and $SCDays lt 15>>“Let’s see, your vote is 1, plus $SCTotal for the votes you’ve whipped so far - that takes us to <<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>>$SCTotal . That’s good, but we only have $SCDays days left. If you can work any harder, please, $name , do.”\ \ <<elseif $SCTotal gt 9 and $SCDays lt 29>>“Let’s see, your vote is 1, plus $SCTotal for the votes you’ve whipped so far - that takes us to <<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>>$SCTotal . $name , that’s incredible! You’re making amazing progress. At this rate, we’ll have the necessary votes in no time. Keep up the good work!”\ \ <<elseif $SCTotal gt 9 and $SCDays lt 36>>“Let’s see, your vote is 1, plus $SCTotal for the votes you’ve whipped so far - that takes us to <<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>>$SCTotal . $name , how are you working so fast, that’s incredible! Have you ever considered a life in politics? Based on these numbers, I can only assume you’d be amazing at it.”\ \ \ \ <<elseif $SCTotal gt 4 and $SCDays lt 15>>“Let’s see, your vote is 1, plus $SCTotal for the votes you’ve whipped so far - that takes us to <<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>>$SCTotal .” Claire sighs, but keeps on her brave face. “Listen, if you still want to pass this proposal, you’re going to have start putting in some extra effort. I know it’s going to be hard, and you’ll need to sacrifice some of your free time, but I know that if anyone can handle it, it’s you.”\ \ <<elseif $SCTotal gt 4 and $SCDays lt 29>>“Let’s see, your vote is 1, plus $SCTotal for the votes you’ve whipped so far - that takes us to <<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>>$SCTotal .” She jots down a couple numbers, comparing them to the date. “Okay. No, that’s fine, we’re on track. Keep this up, and we //should// be able to get those votes we need. Great work, $name !”\ \ <<elseif $SCTotal gt 4 and $SCDays lt 36>>“Let’s see, your vote is 1, plus $SCTotal for the votes you’ve whipped so far - that takes us to <<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>>$SCTotal .” She contemplates the figure, but it doesn’t take long for a wide smile to glisten across her face. “That’s great! You’re making some serious headway. If you keep this up, we’ll have all their votes in no time.”\ \ \ \ <<elseif $SCTotal gt 0 and $SCDays lt 15>>“Let’s see, your vote is 1, plus $SCTotal for the votes you’ve whipped so far - that takes us to <<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>>$SCTotal .” She shakes her head. “$name , I don’t know how else to say this, but you need to double, maybe even triple your efforts. We’ve got less than 2 weeks left, and at this rate, we’re not going to be remotely close to what we need. Remember, spend your time here wisely. Don’t fight for against an impossible opponent, and if you have to spend your free time racking up those numbers, do it.”\ \ <<elseif $SCTotal gt 0 and $SCDays lt 29>>“Let’s see, your vote is 1, plus $SCTotal for the votes you’ve whipped so far - that takes us to <<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>>$SCTotal .” She rubs her temple with a delicate finger and thumb. “Listen, I don’t think it’s time to panic yet, but if you could start racking up a couple votes now, it’d definitely be encouraging.”\ \ <<elseif $SCTotal gt 0 and $SCDays lt 36>>“Let’s see, your vote is 1, plus $SCTotal for the votes you’ve whipped so far - that takes us to <<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>>$SCTotal . Alright, that’s fine. You’ve not been at this that long, but you have made some progress. If you keep this up, we’ll be able to get the votes we need.”\ \ <<elseif $SCTotal is 0 and $SCDays lt 15>>“Let’s see, your vote counts for one, but we’ve still got no one else on our side.” Her head plummets into her hands, where it stays for at least a minute before she can stomach to smile once more. “$name , I really don’t know if anyone could turn this ship around at this point. Please, if there’s anything you could possibly do, then do it. I’d hate to have put in effort for something, just to give up entirely.”\ \ <<elseif $SCTotal is 0 and $SCDays lt 29>>“Let’s see, your vote counts for one, but we’ve still got no one else on our side.” She comforts herself with a gentle hand rubbing her temple. “Okay, this is…not horrible. There’s enough time to make a great effort still. I know you can do it $name !”\ \ <<elseif $SCTotal is 0 and $SCDays lt 36>>“Let’s see, your vote counts for one, but we’ve still got no one else on our side.” As bad as that sounds, she maintains a smile. “That’s fine. This is still the early part of the process - it’s to be expected. As long as we start making headway soon, we’ll be able to do some good.”<</if>><<set $SCTotal to 0>> After that, Claire bids you goodbye, for now. <<if $SC6 isnot 3>>[[12-3f<-Continue]]<<elseif $SC6 is 3>>[[SC 6A<-Meet Samantha]]<</if>>

Thankfully, you manage to find Sally in the expanse of the mall. “Hey! Are you ready to try on some outfits?” Not that you’re terribly eager yourself, but this is more likely to go well if you’re putting on a smile, even if it is fake. “I. Can’t. Wait! I swear, it’s been at least 2 weeks so I’ve been clothes shopping.” “2 weeks? What happened, did the mall run out of clothing?” “Not quite.” She cries. “My closet was full, and I had to wait for another one to be delivered.” “Have you considered getting a walk in closet?” “What else did you think I have?” Sadly for you, it seems the clothing she was looking to buy was less of the intimate variety, and more of the less interesting, outerwear kind. Once you arrive in the familiar location of Eclipse Clothing, she practically runs off looking at all the new items. Not that she sees the label proclaiming them as new, it’s just that she hasn’t seen them before. Even as you just catch up to her, several items of clothing threaten to spill out of her stuffed hands. //<<if $Home is 2>>She reminds me of Mistress $Ash , just less perfect<<else>>She’s almost as bad as $Ash <</if>>// “Come on, let’s go to the fitting room.” You’re left chasing her again as she dashes off, several blouses dropping out of her hands as she does, but she hardly seems to notice, like the bank robber who doesn’t mind dropping a couple thousand from a bag of 100 times the value. [[SC 1B<-Continue]]

It’s like she were speedrunning the shopping process, as by the time you find the cubicle she’s in, her entire outfit has changed. “Have you ever considered a career in the mysticism industry?” “Huh? Is that because this dress makes me seem all mysterious? I do feel like a witch taking a trek from her cottage to acquire supplies in the local village.” “I don’t know if witches wore high heeled sandals.” “You’re right. Let’s see if we can find some slippers.” “Let me guess, ruby red slippers?” “What? They’d be awful with this dress. I need something darker. Maybe some black mary janes. Come on, let’s go treasure hunting again!” She grabs your hand, and skips off yet again, only this time you have no choice but to keep up with her. Once you arrive at the shoe aisle, she frantically searches for the right pair, as if the combo wouldn’t work if she doesn’t find the right heels in time. “It’s a crime that you can’t find mary janes in other colors.” She laments, though it doesn’t stop her from looking. “I suppose they’re a bit like pantyhose in that sense - any pair that isn’t black would stand out as being strange.” After a while, she does find a pair that she likes. Evidently, a heel height difference of just a 1cm would have a drastic effect on the outfit, and she’d go from being a witch to a sorceress, and that’s not a look she’s aiming for. Taking a seat, she removes her current footwear, showing off a pair of delicate feet, complete with a beautiful pedicure. [img[Images/SC1.jpg]] “Ugh, I hate putting them on sometimes. Can you give me a hand?” Sally holds out the set of mary janes for you. “Please?” Though it is demeaning, it is helping your cause. Besides, demeaning things can be fun. Taking them from her hands, you kneel down in front of her, and prepare to put the shoes on her feet. Cupping the base of her foot, you’re ready to commence the task, except your brain gets preoccupied with the sensation her gentle feet. And it’s not just the feeling of them in your hand, it’s also the weird temptation to taste. You desperately try to shake off those deviant thoughts, but they linger still. While you’ve had experience being close to feminine feet in the past, these urges have never been present. Regardless of why it’s happening, you’re left with the hard task of either suppressing those desires, or giving in to them. [[SC 1C Fight<-Fight the urge]] [[SC 1C Lick<-Lick her feet]]

<<set $Skirt8 to 1>>\ <<set $SC1 to 10>>\ Like a dog shaking off water, you toss away those thoughts with a violent shaking. “Are you alright?” Sally inquires. “Yeah, there was just a spider on me.” “A spider?!” She shrieks. “Hurry up and put my shoes on so we can get out of here.” Gently, you slide her feet into the two black mary janes, feeling proud of yourself for ignoring your base instincts. Sally gets up and trots around in them. “I think they’re a match with this dress. What do you think?” “It’s a gorgeous look.” “With the right bag, it’d pop, right?” She tries on the rest of the outfits, though thankfully you’re not asked to fit her shoes again, or do anything else where you might so something depraved, for that matter. “Thanks for coming shopping with me!” Sally hugs you, hands occupied by two full bags of fresh clothing. “And in case it needed to be said, whatever your proposal thingy is, I’m on board. So long as you agree to come with me again!” She jokes, though she might hold you to it if you said yes. As she skips away, either back home, though more likely to another clothing store, an item falls out of one the bags. “Hey, Sally, you dropped something!” Your scream doesn’t reach its target, as she’s out of range. Inspecting the skirt closely, it’s both pretty and flattering. //I doubt Sally would notice it’s missing anyway…// You opt to take the skirt for yourself. Your closet isn’t nearly as full as hers is, and with the right blouse, it’d really “pop!” You received a new skirt! [[Mall<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $S to $S - 1]]

<<set $SC1 to 2>>\ Lust wins over logic, and when Sally isn’t looking, you lean right down, to a point that you can also smell her feet, and lick the bottom of her foot with your tongue, which is dripping with precum-like saliva. It tastes heavenly. There’s a mix of sweat which salts the skin, and then there’s also the faint flavor of whatever soap she uses. For that brief moment of tongue on foot, you feel above all your struggles. Forget about your sissy training, or your chaotic home life; all is fine because your taste the ascended foot of a Goddess roaming Earth. “EWWW! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” Of course, just because she wasn’t looking, doesn’t mean she can’t feel. And right now, she must be feeling disgusting, with a foot sloppy from an acquaintance’s tongue. “YOU’RE THAT SISSY!” She screams, getting the attention of the entire shop. “How did I not see that earlier? Stay away from me, you creep!” She lobs all the items she had with her in your direction, which is both painful and humiliating, though you don’t need another reason to feel humiliated. Not only were you branded a sissy to everyone within a fifty meter radius, but there were also some people who actually observed your depraved act. Sally sprints out the shop, as though you might chase her to lick her other foot next. You don’t. Instead, you curse your impulse to do something lustful, rather than what was smart. There’s no chance she’ll agree with your proposal now, and it’d be a surprise if she doesn’t mention this to all the other student councilors. Heading out the store, you’re left questioning if it was really worth it. [[Mall<-Continue][$H to $H + 2, $S to $S + 1, $L to $L + 1]]

Not only is tonight a chance to get another vote for your proposal, it’s a chance to get two. Danni and Daphne represent 10% of the council votes alone, so getting them on your side by having this date go well would be a great step in getting the support you need. You arrive outside the restaurant, where Daphne, in a rare sight away from Danni, is outside waiting for you. “You made it! All three of us are super excited. <<if $CK[0] is 3>>But, err, why exactly are you wearing a maid outfit? Don’t get me wrong, you make it work, it’s just a choice, is all.<<elseif $Dress is 1>>And by the way, that’s a lovely dress. Now that I think about it, we should have gone shopping before this and all gotten new outfits.<<elseif $Pants is 1>>Those pants are nice, but you have such nice legs! You should really show them off.<</if>>” She leads you inside the restaurant, where Danni and her presumable brother at seated. However, at seeing his date arrive, he eagerly gets up, sending his chair tumbling backwards as he does. “Hi there, I’m $name . Dillon! Dillon, I’m Dillon. You’re $name , from what my sister tells me, and you look lovely tonight.” Like a true gentleman, he’s about to lean in and kiss you on the cheek, but his angle is all wrong, and his nose collides with yours. It’s an awkward fumble that’s slightly funny, but you don’t want to discourage him by laughing at it. Also like a gentleman, he pulls out a seat for you. “Dillon, that’s Daphne’s chair.” Flicking his eyes towards the mistake, he corrects himself. “Oh god, I’m so sorry, I get nervous around such cute women. And I forgot to give you these.” Retrieving flowers from the table, he hands them to you. “I thought I’d get you roses since Danni told me how beautiful they were, and they were also on sale.” “Well, let’s get seated and ordering, shall we?” Daphne interrupts. “Right of course. And by the way, $name , don’t worry about the bill whatsoever. My sister told me it to pay for it, so that’s what I’ll do.” “I also told you to not mention that.” Dillon turns to his sister, whispering. “I told you we should have made a bullet point list of things to do and to not do, and we should have wrote it all on my hand so I wouldn’t be so stupid.” “Waiter, we’d like to order!” [[SC 3B<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

[img[Images/SC3 1.jpg]] “You know.” Dillon begins, attempting to play with your hair “you really are beautiful. I’ve seen things in museum that were less beautiful than you. Someone ought to hire you to be in a gallery or some sort. They’d que around the block just to stare at you for a bit.” “Thank you, that’s so…charming.” “So how did you meet my sister?” “Well” Danni interrupts, taking a break from giggling with Daphne “$name recently just the student council.” “The student council? That’s so great! You must be really smart.” “And she’s mentioned a nifty little proposal she’s trying to make work.” “Oh? What is it?” <<if $SC is 2>>“It’s only something small, but it’s long overdue. Instead of the mandatory skirt and blouse, students at Farrix would be allowed to wear pants.” “With a blouse too, I’d hope.” “Of course.” You laugh. “What a great idea.” Daphne adds, clueless as to what your proposal was until now.\ <<elseif $SC is 3>>“Well, I think Daphne and your sister would agree with me that the Farrix Academy for Girls uniform can be quite constricting, so I want to change the design to be more freeing.” “A new uniform? Have you already got a style in mind? I’m sure you’d look great in it.” ““Constricting?”” Danni appears confused. “I’ve never seen it that way.” “I wouldn’t mind being able to see a couple inches more of your legs.” Daphne remarks, nuzzling Danni’s neck.\ <<elseif $SC is 4>>“Some of the lessons at Farrix can be so archaic, so I want to change it to a more modern curriculum.” “That’s great!” “Yeah,” Daphne comments “who needs English literature?” “Here here!” Danni adds.\ <<elseif $SC is 5>>“Well” it’s certainly a hard proposal to explain. Not literally, it’s more the question of “why?” that you struggle to answer. So, you simply blurt the truth out without thinking. “I want to lock the student body up in chastity belts.” The girls are struck dumb, but Dillon breaks the silence. Addressing his sister, he comments “you never told me she had such a great sense of humor.” The table, bar you, breaks out in laughter, and you never stop to clarify that you were, in fact, telling the truth.<</if>> [img[Images/SC3 2.jpg]] “So how long have you two been part of the student council?” Daphne answers. “Since the start of the year. Ugh, man, if I could go back out andchange my mind, I would.” “Hey!” Danni Interrupts. “Of course besides meeting you. I though that went without saying.” “Why’d you end up joining then?” “There was this stupid rumor that started going around Farrix. Apparently, the school was going to introduce a new policy that would require girls to join a club. It could be anything: ballet, art club, swimming, gymnastics, you name it. But it had to be one, or so we heard. Once I understood the benefits of being in the student council, I signed right up. “It’ll be so easy” I thought. It wasn’t like it would require anything physical, and there’s no big events we’d have to go to. Well, as it turned out, that was just a rumor. Nobody needed to join a club at all, but since we had already signed up, it was going to take a lot of effort to get out.” “You can’t just leave?” “Most clubs, yes, but not the student council. It’s something Claire insisted on when we first joined.” //I never had that mandate// “Oh, Claire” Danni contemplates. “Her heart is in the right place, but she refuses to change with the times. Every club has a gimmick, but the student council is just that, and she can’t accept that other people find it boring.” “You know” Dillon adds, looking at you with an attempt at lascivious eyes “I was vice-president of the WarSword fan club at our school.” “Oh really? What happened?” “They implemented a dumb rule that you can’t be in 5 clubs at once, and I was already the president of the Wizardly Wytherns and Manania clubs, plus I was in the Star Deceivers and Star Deceivers Expanded clubs. Sadly, one of them just had to go.” [[SC 3C<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $SC3 to 10>>\ The date continues, and true to his word, Dillon ensures you don’t have to worry about a cent of the bill, though he does take care to point out he’s tipping a generous 15%. “$name , I have to say, I had a lovely time tonight. You really are one of the sweetest girls I’ve ever met.” “And he’s met us!” Danni snides. “So would you ever want to maybe, you know, go out again?” It’s hard to say it’s a shock, but you’re heart is still flustered. He was head over heels in love with you from the second he laid his innocent eyes upon you. Sadly, if he knew the truth about you, he’d probably be running for hills. No doubt he views you as a woman, and as complicated as that topic is, he would definitely be surprised upon learning you actually have penis between your legs - a caged one, at that. Not only is that an awkward situation for you to be in, who knows if Danni or Daphne, whose votes you came here to collect, might be opposed to you dating Dillon as a sissy. If they found out, that’s 2 votes you can kiss goodbye. Furthermore, do you really need the added complexity of dating someone? <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress $Ash , daydreaming about her, takes up far too much of your limited time. Plus, your maid duties at home require constant attention if you don’t want a punishment.<<elseif $Home is 1>>$Ash ‘s training can drain you, and your maid duties require constant attention if you don’t want a punishment.<<elseif $Home lte 4>>$Ash ‘s dedication to breaking out of chastity requires you be on standby constantly, lest she need you, nevermind how exhausting Miss $Gray ‘s training can be.<</if>> “I’m sorry, Dillon, but I’m just not looking for a relationship right now.” “Oh” he replies, dejected. “Well, it’s cool if you’re just wanting casual sex too. I’m down for that.” “That’s n…” “Dillon, come on. When you lose your V card, have it be to someone you really care about.” Danni leads her brother off. “See you at school.” Daphne calls out to you, smiling. Evidently, you were successful in swaying the girls, but did crush the heart of a guy. But really, if he’s that quick to love, it’s hardly avoidable. <<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return]]<</if>>

<<if $Home lte 2>>Nevermind this being relaxing for Bea, the nice girl at the student council, a chance to escape the house, free of the torment of Miss $Gray and $Hannah , is something you feel //you// should pay //her// for. Of course, there’s no need to relay that to her, nor would you want to.\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>Though $Ash prefers you to be close in order to help her with any aspect of her plan to escape chastity, it’s also a relief to get out the house. She can be so superstitious ever since having her vagina confined to a belt. Needless to say, a chance to relax for a few hours, is sure to be appreciated by both you, and Bea.<</if>> Knocking on the door to her house, she welcomes you inside. “I’m so thankful you made it. I don’t know if you’re in a relationship or not…” //If only it were that simple// “But I am //drained//. Were it possible, I’d vote for your proposal 100 times after doing this for me.” “Don’t worry about it.” You reply, trying to be casual about it. “So where is your girlfriend?” “She’s in the kitchen.” Bea checks her makeup, slips into a pair of a high heels, collects her bag, and then dashes to the front door you just entered from. “There’s just a couple of things - only let her be up another 3 hours, don’t let her drink any sodas, watch any scary movies. Oh, and please make sure to read her a bedtime story. It’s the only thing that’ll put her to sleep.” “O…kay?” You’re so baffled by the instructions, but Bea seems too eager to get out the house right now; you’d rather not keep her. “Good luck!” With that wish, you enter the presumable kitchen to meet the girlfriend with such special requirements. [[SC 4B<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

“Oh, hewwo! Are wu the babysitter mommy hired?” Standing in the kitchen, reaching up into a cupboard for something, there’s woman. A fully grown, adult woman, wearing a onesie and thigh highs socks. Her hair is curled up into two pig tails, and attached to a ribbon connected to the outfit, there’s a pacifier. [img[Images/SC4 1.jpg]] Either Bea omitted to mention a third person who lives here, or this is the girlfriend you were told about. “Hi, yes I am. What’s your name?” “Emiwy.” “What a beautiful name.” Flattery might be ineffective against an adult baby, but it’s sure worth a try. “What are you looking for?” “Mommy forgot to give me my drinky.” Wandering around to behind the girl, you see what she’s after in the cupboard. On a high up shelf that she can’t reach, there’s several bottles of cola, and other carbonated beverages. “Can wu get it for me?” “Did your mommy say you can have it?” “Yes! She just forgot. She’s so siwwy sometimes.” Given the conversation happened only 2 minutes ago, it’s easy to recall Bea specifying to not give Emily any sodas, so she’s caught in a veritable lie. Still, maybe if you appease her, it’ll make the next few hours more comfortable. [[SC 4 Soda Yes<-Give her the soda]] [[SC 4 Soda No<-Scald her for lying]]

Even if she did explicitly tell you not to let her girlfriend have any sodas, and it is Bea’s vote, and by virtue of that, her approval, that you’re looking for, you decide to appease Emily. Afterall, how could Bea, who isn’t here, find out? “Alright, let me help you.” “Yay!” Finding a glass, you pour the woman a glass of cola, which she gratefully receives, practically drinking half the glass in the first ten seconds. “You might want to slow down, otherwise it’ll all be gone…oh.” She slams the glass down on the counter, having consumed the several hundred milliliters in less than a minute. “I want more! Pwease?” Emily gives you her best rendition of puppy eyes, though her appreciation would likely evaporate a moment after receiving a refill. Still, in for a penny, in for a pound. Or two pennies, at least. Pouring her a second glass, she promises to be slower with this one, and skips away to the lounge. All of a sudden, the immense amount of childish toys around make more sense. Toy dolls, building blocks, LEGOs, stuffed animals, a pretend kitchen - it’s all things you’d expect to see a person below the age of 5 to play with. Yet here Emily is, a woman who you’d guess to be around your age, and she dashes to play with them like they were a source of sustenance. As bizarre as it seems, considering your own sexual experiences, perhaps you shouldn’t judge her. Meanwhile, you collapse onto the couch. There’s a large TV begging to be watched. What a luxury! //<<if $Home lte 2>>Miss $Gray would smack my bottom senseless if she ever walked in on a sight like this<<elseif $Home lte 4>>Not that $Ash would care a whole lot if you did something like this at her house, but she can be so agitated sometimes. If the sound of the television was bothering her, she’d be more prone to throw a shoe at it, than ask you to turn it down<</if>>// The “job”, if it could even be called that, passes by incredibly smoothly for a long time. Whilst you scroll for a palatable show or movie, Emily is content just playing with her toys. Occasionally you’ll overhear her tell one of her dolls off for drinking all the fake tea, or something similar, but other than that, it’s a calming environment. So calm, in fact, you feel yourself quickly falling into hebetude’s embrace. [[SC 4 Diaper<-Continue]]

You guide Emily away from the cupboard, and then slam the doors closed. “Now Emily, your mommy told me that you weren’t allowed any sugary drinks. You know better than to lie, don’t you?” “That’s not Twue! She told me I could have any dwink I wanted.” “Emily, I know you’re lying. Do I have to call your mommy and check?” “No!” She panics. “Fine. Can I have some miwk instead?” “Of course you can.” You breathe a silent sigh of relief that she didn’t put up more of a fight. For a moment, it looked as though she was willing to put up a real tantrum, but the threat of a report to Bea changed her attitude in a hurry. After finding a glass, and pouring in some milk, you hand it to Emily. “Thank wu.” Then, you return to the lounge. All of a sudden, the immense amount of childish toys around make more sense. Toy dolls, building blocks, LEGOs, stuffed animals, a pretend kitchen - it’s all things you’d expect to see a person below the age of 5 to play with. Yet here Emily is, a woman who you’d guess to be around your age, and she dashes to play with them like they were a source of sustenance. As bizarre as it seems, considering your own sexual experiences, perhaps you shouldn’t judge her. Meanwhile, you collapse onto the couch. There’s a large TV begging to be watched. What a luxury! //<<if $Home lte 2>>Miss $Gray would smack my bottom senseless if she ever walked in on a sight like this<<elseif $Home lte 4>>Not that $Ash would care a whole lot if you did something like this at her house, but she can be so agitated sometimes. If the sound of the television was bothering her, she’d be more prone to throw a shoe at it, than ask you to turn it down<</if>>// The “job”, if it could even be called that, passes by incredibly smoothly for a long time. Whilst you scroll for a palatable show or movie, Emily is content just playing with her toys. Occasionally you’ll overhear her tell one of her dolls off for drinking all the fake tea, or something similar, but other than that, it’s a calming environment. So calm, in fact, you feel yourself quickly falling into hebetude’s embrace. [[SC 4 Diaper<-Continue]]

“Emm, I did an accwident.” Emily shyly announces, standing in front of you. Shaking off the lethargic cobwebs, you stand up, unsure if you actually fell asleep for a moment, or if you zoned into, entranced by the TV. “An accident?” “I wet mysewf.” “Oh. I’ll have to change you, I suppose.” Emily takes your hand in hers, leading you upstairs, where you arrive in what you can only assume is her bedroom. The decor isn’t particularly feminine, but has definitely been done with a toddler, or a toddler cosplayer, in mind. There’s a cot against a wall, complete with several toys floating above in a circular pattern. There’s also a bunch more toys, as well as a large table, which has a bunch of diapers stored beside it. Emily hops onto the flat surface, laying down on her back. [img[Images/SC4 2.jpg]] “I guess I’ll change you now.” Your utter, almost suspicious. Though it’s doubtful Emily has an ulterior motive, you consider, it’s still such a bizarre situation that it’s hard to avoid such skepticism. “Mhm.” The bottom of her onesie has a clasp that’s easy to trigger open, exposing her currently adorned diaper. The briefest scan confirms it is wet with pee, though nothing else. Struggling with the sides of the diaper, Emily can’t help but giggle. “You’re so siwwy. Don’t wu know how to change a dwiaper?” “It’s not something I have to do often, no.” It takes a solid few minutes of fumbling, but eventually you manage to remove it, Emily innocently laughing at you the entire time. After the removal, it’s time for the replacement. Taking a fresh diaper, Emily lifts up her hips, allowing you to slide the new one in place. From there, it’s the same struggle as before, but only in reverse. Once you are finally done, Emily skips back downstairs, leaving you to catch up. Once you arrive back in the lounge, however, Emily has stolen your place on the couch, and is grinning from ear to ear at her mischievousness. Not only that, but she’s changed the channel too. Currently playing, you’d guess is the new Alien: Breeding Grounds movie - a horror movie if ever there were one. You attempt to snatch the remote from Emily, but she instead goes prone on the couch, the remote stuck beneath her. “Emily, you’re not allowed to watch these kinds of films.” She responds by blowing raspberries. “That’s not very nice.” The girl doesn’t respond, instead locking her eyes with the TV screen, just waiting for a jumpscare. Given your clear instructions courtesy of Bea, the proper thing to do would be change the channel, but this does seem like something Emily is prepared to fight you over. Would it really be so bad to let her watch it? [[SC 4 TV Yes<-Let her watch the scary movie][$H to $H + 2]] [[SC 4 TV No<-Take the remote away]]

<<set $SC4 to 10>>\ “Alright, fine. I suppose a little television won’t hurt, will it?” Emily smiles like she just got away with murder, sitting upright against the sofa, and allowing you to sit down next to her. “Have you seen any other horror movies?” Surely she has. That’s a sign of being an adult in a country where having a television is as common as having a driver’s license. What you’re more interested in is her commitment to the bit. “Emm, only one. It was a vewy scary one with a cwown. Mommy wouldn’t wet me watch another one after I wefused to go to sweep for two days.” “Huh.” //Maybe this wasn’t the best idea// The movie continues, and sure enough, it is frightening. Not only does Emily hold onto a blanket like it would ward off demons, but you’re pulling your knees close to your chest too, as though it might make it harder for a scary clown, terrifying monster, or alien of unknown origin, to attack you. [img[Images/SC4 3.jpg]] “I’m scawed.” “Me too. I mean, it’s alright, don’t worry. None of it’s real.” Looking at the clock, this might be a bad time to realize it’s 3 hours since you arrived - the point at which Bea specified you should start tucking Emily into bed. “Looks like it’s time to go to sleep.” “What?! Now? But the monsters under my bed will eat me!” //<<if $Home lte 2>>It’s the monsters in bed in the room over you need to watch out for<<elseif $Home lte 4>>It’s the person you’re sharing a bed with that you need to watch out for<</if>>// Recalling Bea’s advice, you think Emily’s nerves might be easily calmed. “I’ll read you a bedtime story.” “Okay.” She yawns her way to her nursery, wrapping herself up under an amount of blankets that looks like it’d rival a womb in terms of comfort. Stored a shelf, there are dozens of books, all in bright, attractive colors, featuring childish caricatures of adorable creatures. “Which story do you want?” “That one!” She points to a book, not on the shelf, but on the floor, right next to the cot. Taking it, you read the cover. “The witch’s shopping trip.” Finding a comfortable seat next to the bed, you open the first page, and commence the tale. [[SC 4 Story<-Continue]]

<<set $SC4 to 9>>\ Sighing at the night’s task proving this tiresome, you wrestle the remote away from Emily, and though she might be dressed like a toddler, she attempts to hold onto it with adult strength. And given your own, mediocre physique, it’s no surprise that it actually takes a good minute of struggle to win the remote tug of war. “You’re no fun!” Emily screams, dramatically stomping off to her bedroom like her feet were made of concrete, sobbing every step along the way. Given that performance, you have to wonder whether she’s always this much of a hassle, or only when there’s a babysitter in the house. Instead of chasing after her, you opt to relax on the couch once more. If she wants anything, she’ll have to come back down and apologize, you figure. Just as before, you mindlessly scroll for some show to appeal to you, but the only thing that’s attractive right now is the prospect of sleep - and with no one in sight, a silent room, and an elysian couch, there’s no time like the present. [[SC 4 TV No Dream<-...]]

“There was witch who was known as Wilma, who had a Wizard friend, his name was Wilfur. Wilma and Wilfur were close buddies. Wilma did love Wilfur, but as more than a friend. She dreamt of him day and night, rain or shine. She thought about him when gardening, she thought about him when bargaining. She bought him cakes come fall, and rakes come winter. And on Wilfur’s birthday, Wilma wanted to get him something extra special. She wanted to make him a love potion. A concoction to make him dream of her, just as much as he dreamt of him. An enchanted brew that would send him spinning head over heels for her. All Wilma needed was a few ingredients.” “Off to the supermarket, and off to the butchers went Wilma. “Have you got any fileted daffodils?” She asked. “Have you got any ripe orange peels?” She begged. She searched far and wide, but couldn’t find any of the ingredients - not a deplumed cabbage, not a breaded peacock, not a beaver’s coat, nor a lion’s necklace. And try as she might, she couldn’t find a single lock of lizard hair, or a shark’s toe, a pair of frog glasses. “That’s funny”. She thought. “They’re normally all in stock.”” “Wilfur’s birthday came, and Wilma still couldn’t find what she needed. An empty flask was all she had, and a shopping list still full. But Wilma still wanted to get Wilfur a gift, and if she loved Wilfur the most, the thing she loved second most was her old witch’s hat. Her mother had given it to her, and her mother to her. Her mother’s mother’s mother had bought it from a vintage witch hat hut, where it was on sale for half a hand of gold.” “She wrapped it with her favorite ribbon, giving it a final kiss, before meeting with Wilfur.” ““Happy birthday!” Said Wilma. “I want you to have my favorite witch hat.” “Wilfur was touched. Every time he’d seen Wilma, whether in the park, in the forest, in her cottage, or in her garden, Wilma wore her witch’s hat. “Wilma” he cried “how could I accept such a present? I’d have to get you a gift, too.” Wilfur pulled out flask from his wizard sack - a pink vial that was unmistakable to a witch. It was a love potion.” ““You made this for me?” Wilma was overjoyed, and drank the flask in flash. Of course, not that she needed to. She saw stars whenever she met him. To Wilma, this meant one thing. If Wilfur wanted Wilma to love him, that must be because Wilfur loved Wilma.” “After that, Wilma moved out of her cottage, and into Wilfur’s tower, where they lived happily ever after.” Closing the book, you’re elated to see that Emily is fast asleep, snoozing away. Creeping back down to the lounge, you once again fall onto the sofa. And though you do search for something unattainable on the TV, no show would fill the void of tiredness you too feel, and so inevitably fall asleep. [[SC 4 Story 2<-Continue]]

<<if $Home lte 2>>//Miss $Gray enters your bedroom, with $Hannah in tow. “Aww, she’s so peaceful when she’s asleep, isn’t she?” “Just like an angel.” $Hannah puts a hand against her heart. “But it looks like she’ll still be needing her diapers for a while longer.” Miss $Gray quietly giggles, lifting up a blanket keeping you captive to reveal the diaper you’re wearing. It’s soaked through. “She must have had a bad nightmare again. Maybe we should give her back her favorite doll.” “$Hannah , I keep telling you, she’s too old to be playing with that thing.” Miss $Gray lifts you out of the cot, and places you on top of the changing station, where she masterfully takes off your diaper, replacing it with a clean one. “Hey look, it’s her old pacifier.” Your step sister reaches over, retrieving the small smoother. “She likes your new one much more, though, doesn’t she?” “She really does. Maybe that’s what giving her these wet dreams!” Miss $Gray snides. Meanwhile, you’re powerless to stop them from kissing you on the forehead, and putting you back in your cot, wrapping you up snuggly in a forest of blankets once more. They sneak out the door, and you’re left all alone, with only your penis-shaped pacifier to give you comfort.//\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>//$Ash enters your bedroom, her face immediately lightening upon seeing you playing in your cot. “Aww, hi sweetie. Did you have a nice sleep?” You answer with a gleeful grunt. “That’s great.” Lifting you out of your cot, she places you down on the changing station. “Looks like someone had a bad dream again. You’re all soaked through.” She masterfully removes your diaper, replacing it with a fresh one, before carrying you downstairs. Seating you in your high chair, she takes out a book. It’s filled with colorful caricatures of all sorts of pretty animals. “What’s this one’s name?” “Giraffe!” “And this one?” “Zebra!” “That’s right. And what’s my name?” “Mommy!” “Good. And what about your name? Do you remember your name, sweetie?” You have to think for a while, but the answer finds itself. “Sissy!” “Good girl!”//<</if>> [[SC 4 Tied<-...]]

You shake off the horrible thoughts of your nightmare, praying it’s not some premonition of the future. Strangely, though, your sleepful inaptitude doesn’t wear off immediately. Though your eyes can move, your hands and feet refuse to. //Did I really wake up?// Next to you, Emily has reappeared, and she has the remote in her hand. Her eyes are intently watching the TV, and it’s easy to identify the movie as one of the intent to scare. “Emily, I told you no horror movies!” She doesn’t reply. Not that she doesn’t hear you, but she clearly has not interest in listening. Understanding your ineffective words, you reach for the remote, only to still be unable to move any of your limbs. //Hey, wait a minute, since when did I start sleeping in a hogtie position?// It’s not that your limbs are weak, it’s that they’re tied up, all to each other so that the more you struggle with one arm, the more your ankles are pulled. It’s humiliating to have been captured and put in such a helpless state like this, but worse still is who must be responsible for it. [img[Images/SC4 4.jpg]] “Emily, untie me!” “Hmm, no.” “Emily, Bea is going to be really annoyed when she sees me like this.” “Yeah, but she’s not here, is she, siwwy?” “Emily, I…” “Ugh, borwing!” She yells, skipping off to the kitchen, where she retrieves a roll of tape before returning. Pulling off the pacifier connected to her onesie, she forces in it your mouth, immediately securing it in place with tape so that it’s impossible to spit out. “Aww, you look so cute! You must have been an adorable baby.” “MMHM!” “Shh, I’m twying to watch something!” Emily grows disinterested in you once again, instead insisting on seeing the entire horror film. And even though she gets so scared that she begins hiding behind the couch, she doesn’t even entertain the idea of turning it off. Hell, you get scared yourself. Partly because Bea will //not// be happy to see this when she returns, but also from the film. [[SC 4 Tied 2<-Continue][$H to $H + 2]]

“Wasn’t that so scawy?” Emily, somehow excited, asks you once the flick is over. “What should we watch next?” “MMmmHm!” “In case you weren’t already reaching for a change of underwear, stay tuned, because up next it’s the cult classic The Dallas Handsaw Massacre.” The television remarks over the credits. “That sounds tewwifying. I’ll make some popcorn!” In that moment, as Emily is joyfully hoping to the kitchen, the front door opens, and in walks Bea. “I’m ho…me”. She pauses in the doorway to the lounge, completely baffled at the sight in front of her. “$name , what are you doing?” “MMMHmmMMH!” Emily also returns, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. “Huh! Emily, what did you do?” “The ditz fell asweep on the job.” “Fell asleep?” Bea stares at you with eyes of rage that threaten to melt your skin off. She stomps over, ripping the tape of your face, which is incredibly painful, but does allow you to finally spit out the pacifier. “Tha…” “What the hell were you thinking? You can’t fall asleep while babysitting!” “How was I supposed to know that your girlfriend has the skills of a cowboy?” “You don’t have to know, because you’re supposed to STAY AWAKE!” Bea aggressively cuts the rope holding your limbs trapped and then pulls you to the feet. “I ought to spank you for failing this bad. You’ve been a very naughty girl, $name . If I were in charge of you, you’d be going to bed early for the next month!” She throws you out of the house. “What about my proposal?” “Your proposal? You shouldn’t be worrying about things like that, you need to go to back to kindergarten, idiot.” She slams the door in your face. You kick on the ground on the painful journey back home. You did exactly what you were told by not letting Emily watch any horror movies, but you still failed. Sometimes, life just isn’t fair. And not only is it not fair, it’s also stressful. Whilst you did manage to get some z’s, it wasn’t nearly enough to offset how frustrated you are with yourself right now. <<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S + 1]]<</if>>

You’re slowly awoken from a restful slumber by noises in the entranceway, and Bea quickly after enters the lounge. “She must have really tired you out, huh?” She laughs, struggling with the clasp on her heels. <<if visited("SC 4 Soda Yes")>>“What is this doing here?” She marches over to Emily’s toys, picking up a glass of half finished soda. “I told you not to let her have any of this stuff.” Bea sighs, shaking her head. “Still, she actually did get to sleep, so I should be happy about that.”\ <<else>>“Milk is normally good at getting her ready for bed.” She remarks, holding up the glass you poured for Emily.<</if>> “So, about my proposal…” you begin, stumbling to your feet, suddenly forgetting how to balance yourself. “Yes, yes, don’t worry I’ll uphold my end of the bargain after what you’ve done for me.” She laughs, also exhausted herself. She shows you to the front door, and then you journey home. Surprisingly, you were actually able to fall asleep in a (mostly) stranger’s house, which might be a sign you need to concentrate more on getting a good 8 hours, rather than doing whatever you’re asked to by your flatmates. Sadly, that’s not a luxury you have, though. Getting a cheeky hour or two of bonus sleep like this rejuvinates your body somewhat, leaving you less stressed. [[Room 0<-Continue][$S to $S - 2, $H to $H +1]]

<<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash ‘s house is just as you remember it, only even more sultry. Lining the shelves are an impressive array of dildos. Clearly she’s been shopping around. <<if $Home is 1>>//I’d love to think this is her way of making my training more interesting, but it’s likely more for her sake//<<elseif $Home is 2>>//Mistress $Ash cares about me so much that she has this many toys to train me with? I’m the luckiest sissy in the world!//<</if>> <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash wastes no time in equipping her strap on. “Come on, girl, I’m tired, but I’m still ready to give you a good throat fucking.” Getting on your knees in front of her is something you’re no stranger too, and this time, the ground is actually comfortable, compared to the usual sight of your training. [img[Images/SC5 1.jpg]] Sucking her plastic cock is routine at this point. Slobbering over it with your mouth? Check. Teasing the head with a great tongue job? Check? Deep throating it with the skills of a true pornstar? Checkedy check. Were it not so intriguing to your clitty, it might actually be boring considering how often you do this. Besides the floor, the only other thing that’s different now is <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash ‘s energy. She’s lethargic after a day of school, and her movement shows it. In fact, after only half an hour, she’s tapping out. “Good job sissy, now I need to eat. You can show yourself out.” Not even caring to unequip the strap on, she galivants off to the kitchen. //Now’s my chance; I have to find that book!// It certainly isn’t going to be an easy task, however. <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash ‘s attitude towards keeping her room tidy is comparable to her willingness to let you wear something masculine - not in a million years. But every journey begins with the first step, so you bury into mounds of clothing like a mole, grabbing anything that’s remotely firm and cuboid shaped. You wouldn’t have known this before, but apparently <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash is quite the reader, or at least, a collector of books. Crappy romance novels, like “Checkered Driveway To Happiness”, and “Enchanting Musk” form a second floor. Every blurb is interchangeable, yet you’re intrigued by each and every one. The scavenger hunt is made even harder thanks to the occasional discovery of a pair of panties. <<if $Home is 2>>//I feel terrible for wanting to sniff Mistress’ undies, but they’re so sexy!//<<elseif $Home is 1>>//It doesn’t matter if I have to wear sexy little undies everyday, they’re still as sexy as ever!//<</if>> Thankfully, your efforts soon pay off. “Sisters Before Misters” is discovered right next to a particularly juicy pair of discarded panties. “Vanessa’s loving relationship seems to satisfy her every need. Her husband is on an unseen streak of success as a California lawyer, and her villa-based lifestyle caters to her every need. But when Natalie, her school sweetheart who was tragically lost at sea, suddenly turns up on her doorstep, Vanessa must pick between her comfortable life of luxuries, and her uncontrollable lust.” //How riveting…// “Sissy, I thought you left. What are you doing?” <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash catches you, book in hand, a bowl of noddles in her own hands. “What have you got there?” She inquires, peaking over your shoulder. “Oh yeah, I remember reading that book. Hot garbage. I wouldn’t waste my time reading it again. You’d be doing me a favor by taking it away.” “You mean I can have it?” “Knock yourself out, sissy.” You’re relieved at her lack of fight. Felicity will have her book back soon enough, and <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash hasn’t even brought her up once. You skip off back home with extra pep in your step, one inch closer to passing your proposal. [[Room 1/2<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $SC5 to 9>>\ <<if $C5 gt 0>>Thanks to your general tidiness, $Ash ‘s room isn’t nearly as messy as it usually as. That’s not to say that’s it’s tidy, mind you, but it’s certainly an improvement from the norm. In fact, you’ve managed to arrange all the books in the room into a neat little vertical pile. While not alphabetized, it’s as easy to pick “Sisters Before Misters” from the rest as it is to pick out cool ranch chips from a pile of chili heatwave ones. For Felicity’s interest in the book, you can’t help but be intrigued by it yourself. “Vanessa’s loving relationship seems to satisfy her every need. Her husband is on an unseen streak of success as a California lawyer, and her villa-based lifestyle caters to her every need. But when Natalie, her school sweetheart who was tragically lost at sea, suddenly turns up on her doorstep, Vanessa must pick between her comfortable life of luxuries, and her uncontrollable lust.” //How riveting…// While it does make for a brilliant doorstop, the book is your ticket to an extra vote, and so your make sure to take it with you to the next student council meeting. [[Room 3/4<-Continue][$M to $M + 10]]\ <<else>>Finding a specific book in this room should be like finding a neon sign in a forest, only you’re blind and have your hands tied behind your back. In other words, very hard. While it would be easy to blame $Ash for the difficulty, and you do (though never out loud), it’s a task that you could have been trivial if you had just tidied up beforehand. Instead, you’ll have to play architect, and search through mounds of clothing that your other half refuses to organize. Groping at anything somewhat firm and cuboid, you find several books, just not the one you’re looking for. “Sisters Before Misters” proves very elusive. You don’t get the impression Felicity would care for a replacement, either. For her, this is more about getting back what’s hers from a former friend. Several books get your hopes up. “Sister and Other Misters”, a genderqueer exploration of sex, and a Twisted Sister album both get your hopes up, but to no avail. Eventually, however, under a certain pair of very moist underwear, you find the sought after title. “Vanessa’s loving relationship seems to satisfy her every need. Her husband is on an unseen streak of success as a California lawyer, and her villa-based lifestyle caters to her every need. But when Natalie, her school sweetheart who was tragically lost at sea, suddenly turns up on her doorstep, Vanessa must pick between her comfortable life of luxuries, and her uncontrollable lust.” //How riveting…// Right now, $Ash is far too busy connecting dots on a pinboard, so she doesn’t put up any fight as you keep the book in a safe place for later. [[Room 3/4<-Continue][$H to $H + 2]]<</if>>

<<set $SC5 to 9>>\ You manage to catch <<if $Home is 2>>Mistress <</if>>$Ash as she’s leaving Farrix Academy for Girls. <<if $Home is 1>>Of course, you’d be avoiding her as much as possible (as usual), but you do need her book in order to get Felicity’s vote.<<else>>Seeing Mistress $Ash under any circumstance is always great, but when it’s to do something so deceitful, it almost tears your heart in two.<</if>> <<if $Home is 1>>“$Ash , hey!” “Sissy, I’m normally the one approaching you. What’s this about? Did you need me to teach you how to hook a bra?” “No. Actually, I wanted some extra training today.” “Extra training?” $Ash appears puzzled, but not against the idea. “Yeah! I really want to taste some more cock today; I can’t get enough! Please, mistress?” “Alright.” She shrugs her shoulders, letting you follow back to her house. “You know, I actually thought you might not enjoy being a sissy. How crazy is that?” //So crazy// “But then here you are, asking for additional training. What a good girl you are.”\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>“Mistress, hi! How are you?” “Sissy, I’m normally the one approaching you. What’s this about? Did you need me to teach you how to hook a bra?” “No. Well, maybe if we have time, but I actually really wanted some extra training today. I really think I’m making a breakthrough with sucking cock. I know it’s really selfish of a sissy to ask for things, but would you consider training me some more today, if it’s not too much of an inconvenience?” “Extra training?” Mistress $Ash appears puzzled, but not against the idea. She shrugs her shoulders, letting you follow back to her house. “Alright.” She cackles. “You know, sometimes I forget how obedient my hypnosis has made you.” “Obedience is my middle name, mistress! I’d never do anything to defy you, or to harm you. Certainly not like stealing. I would //never// do that.”<</if>> [[SC 5 Home 1/2 B<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<if $SC6 is 3>><<set $SC6 to 4>>Samantha saunters over to you as the meeting adjourns. “Follow me.” From the quiet noise of the emptying corridors of Farrix, you find yourself walking with your improvised friend into the parking lot. “Over here.” She strides to one of the few cars left in the concrete paved park. It isn’t notable, being a black sedan at a formal building. As you get closer, you see a figure behind the steering wheel. “Get in the back seat.” You do as Samantha asks. Opening the car door, you see the silhouette is a man, his attire presenting himself as a student at Morton. You sit down, and Samantha does the same next to the silent less than gentleman. “'This your friend you were telling me about?” Her silence serves as a confirmation. The man twists the key, and pulls away. After an incredibly uncomfortable moment of silence, you try to break it “so where are we going?” Neither of them respond, only making you more nervous. You look out the partially tinted window, watching the houses fly by. They get less and less frequent, being replaced by dilapidated constructions. There are a lot less people in the outskirts here, the city staying with them. [img[Images/SC6 1.jpg]] The only thing that calms your nerves is the car coming to an overdue stop, parking under a bridge you didn’t even know existed, let alone where it is. When the two strange people in front of you unbuckle their seatbelts and get out, you follow suit. You’re completely lost, further disorientated by the shadow of the overhead bridge, leaving you, and your two companions, drenched in darkness. “Where ar…” A pair of rough hands slam into your chest, backing you up against the car. When you recover, the only thing you see is a fist flying towards you. [[SC 6A<-Brace]]\ <<elseif $SC6 is 4>><<set $SC6 to 5>>The clenched fist crashes into your skull. The pain sends you crumbling to your weak knees. [[SC 6A<-Whimper]]\ <<elseif $SC6 is 5>><<set $SC6 to 6>>Curling up in response to the pain, you sob desperately - but that doesn’t stop the boot hurdling towards your cowering form. [[SC 6B<-Wheeze]]<</if>>

<<set $SpatOn to $SpatOn + 1, $AnalS to $AnalS + 1>>\ The kick lands squarely in your midsection, throwing any oxygen in your body out. You gasp for air. Pain radiates throughout your body as subsequent follow up kicks drill into you. “Get up, pansy!” The man violently drags you back up while you try to blink away the forming tears. He bends you over the hood of the car, slamming your head into the hard metal. Your skirt gets ripped down your legs and the man scratches away your underwear to expose your caged genitals. “What do you know? The pussy has a dick!” Samantha moves to the other side of the vehicle, viciously grinning at you. The man grinds his clothed dick into you, and you feel it grow harder. “I bet you like that, don’t you?” Samantha looks at the man, as if she were impressed by his bravado “he’ll like this even more!” He unzips his pants and pulls them, along with his boxers, down to his ankles.<<if $ButtPlug is 1>><<set $ButtPlug to 0, $ButtPlugA to 0, $ButtPlugB to 0>> "'The fuck is this?” The man yells, feeling his fingers linger near your hole, before yanking on the buttplug. It comes out in a violent second. You gasp in pain. The foreplay normally turns the pain into pleasure, but this plug removal only brings excruciating torture. Samantha laughs at seeing your moaning expression. “If you wanted your ass filled, you should have just called me!”<</if>>\ His dick head circles your open hole, hovering around it like a ritualistic dance. You can feel it line up perfectly with your primary sex part, and it thrusts inside you in a single motion. You’re left to moan in pain. As much as you hate it, the agony is different from the beat down: it’s a lot of pain seasoned with a small sprinkling of pleasure. His hips move away from yours, only to ram back into you. He drills his dick repeatedly into your sore asshole, which wasn’t prepared for this level of anal without foreplay, and certainly without the use of lubricant. His dry member keeps raping you while Samantha smiles as if she wasn’t watching a crime unfold. She moves to the front of the car. When you try to look into her eyes in an attempt for empathy, she responds with a bullet of spit smacking against your cheek. “Fucking pig.” [img[Images/SC6 2.jpg]] There’s no reprieve from the anal onslaught. No cars come by, and there are no onlookers to intervene. The only thing you can hope for is for him to finish. It feels like hours, but eventually, the torment ends in an explosion of cum, coating your insides in sperm. You can feel him lean over you, his breath striking your ear, a gross cherry on his degenerative pie. With the same subtlety that he’s shown up until now, he pulls out. As one final insult, he wipes dick on your ass cheeks, swiping cum on it like you’re a tissue. When he’s done, he pulls you off his car and you go flying, face first to the concrete ground. Thanks to your protruding dick, your chastity cage hits the floor, which drills back into your abdomen. Satisfied with their work, you hear the doors of their car slam shut. They rev up their engine, and drive away. After a while of kissing the road, you use a fire hydrant to pull yourself up. Your knees hurt. Your hips hurt. Your ass hurts. The road stays as empty as before. Pulling your underwear up, you immediately feel cum seeping out of your ass, soiling the panties. The formerly beautiful hosiery adorning your legs were ruined irreprably after scraping the concrete. You slowly lean over to pull up your skirt, returning it to your waist. Doing your best to appear like you weren’t violated in the worst way, you then try to clean your face and fix your hair. Limping, you try to find your way home. Noticing landmarks you passed while the sun goes down, you make your way back to the city and to the asylum of your home. [[SC 6C<-Continue][$S to 10, $H to 21]]\

<<if $CL[2] is 1>><<set $Tights1 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 2>><<set $Tights2 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 3>><<set $Tights3 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 4>><<set $Tights4 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 5>><<set $Tights5 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 21>><<set $Pantyhose1 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 22>><<set $Pantyhose2 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 23>><<set $Pantyhose3 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 24>><<set $Pantyhose4 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 25>><<set $Pantyhose5 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 26>><<set $Pantyhose6 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 27>><<set $Pantyhose7 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 28>><<set $Pantyhose8 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 41>><<set $Stockings1 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 42>><<set $Stockings2 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 43>><<set $Stockings3 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 44>><<set $Stockings4 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] is 45>><<set $Stockings5 to 0>><</if>>\ \ <<set $CL[2] to 0>>\ \ <<if $CL[1] is 1>><<set $Panties1 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[1] is 2>><<set $Panties2 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[1] is 3>><<set $Panties3 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[1] is 4>><<set $Panties4 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[1] is 5>><<set $Panties5 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[1] is 6>><<set $Panties6 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[1] is 7>><<set $Panties7 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[1] is 8>><<set $Panties8 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[1] is 9>><<set $Panties9 to 0>><</if>>\ \ <<if $CL[1] is 31>><<set $Thong1 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[1] is 33>><<set $Thong3 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[1] is 38>><<set $Thong8 to 0>><</if>>\ \ <<if $CL[1] is 41>><<set $GarterPanties1 to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CL[1] is 42>><<set $GarterPanties1 to 0>><</if>>\ \ <<set $CL[1] to 0>>\ \ \ You achingly climb up the steps to your bedroom. <<if $Home lte 2>>Thankfully, you can hear Miss $Gray and $Hannah distracting themselves with laugher, and so sneak by without raising their ire. That’d be the last thing you need right now.<<elseif $Home lte 4>>$Ash is far too busy connecting images with string on a corkboard, and talking to her isnot something you have to do.<</if>> Your panties are stained with cum and horrible memories, so they’re thrown in the trash with as much energy as can be mustered. Your ripped hose join them. Collapsing on the bed, you clutch a pillow for the better part of an hour, sobbing into it. <<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return][$H to $H + 1]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return][$H to $H + 1]]<</if>>

<<set $SC11 to $SC11 + 1>>\ <<set $S to $S + 1>>\ <<set $H to $H + 1>>\ You arrive at Miranda’s house, and you’re immediately encouraged. Her abode is far from huge, and so tidying up her bedroom shouldn’t take long at all. [img[Images/SC 11 Room.jpg]] “$name , thank you for coming!” She greets you inside, where your heart quickly sinks. It might be a small house, but it’s dense with knick knacks, furniture, garbage, clothing, miscellaneous boxes and a whole lot of plushies. “Sorry about the mess. I swear, my bedroom isn’t that bad.” Leading you to the site of your task, she’s swiftly proven a liar. The room seems to be the epicenter of the mess. It’s like someone had just moved in, and was still in the process of unpacking, only they were moving from a mansion to a bungalow. “I’m sure you can see what I mean about being unable to think properly. Anyway, I can’t wait to see the finished product. Good luck!” Miranda skips away, leaving you to ponder how to tackle the mess. In reality, she might as well ask you the best way to eat a whale. This is only going to be done one painful chunk at a time. You do a bit of work on the clothing, organizing the pieces on the top layer of mess into a pile of outerwear, underwear, accessories, bags, and shoes. A litter of small items have found their way haphazardly onto the floor, so you painstakingly pick up all the batteries, LEGOs, pens, screws, tealight candles, and scraps of paper of the of ground. Your task is derailed somewhat by accidentally spilling a collection of PokeMex collectible cards. Apparently, Miranda either collects them religiously, or she used to, as what seems like a thousand of the things slide out out of a booklet and onto the floor. Of course, you can’t just put them back in any order, you have to do it by the official PokeMex standards Just when it feels like you’re making progress, you’re baffled at the Lovecraftian monstrosity of wires, leads, plugs and extensions you stumble across. Miranda would certainly require them to be separated, so you make a solid dent in the collection of the rat king. You’re <<if $SC11 is 2>>20%<<elseif $SC11 is 3>>40%<<elseif $SC11 is 4>>60%<<elseif $SC11 is 5>>80%<<elseif $SC11 is 6>>100%<</if>> done. <<if $SC11 is 6>>After hours of meticulous work, you collapse on the floor. Just to witness your fall, Miranda returns to her room. “This place is cleaner than a doctor with OCD. Can I count on your vote on my proposal?” “Your proposal? Why, of course you can, $name . I was always going to vote for it.” You breathe a heavy sigh of relief that’s more pleasant than a cold beverage on a warm day. “But if you //really// wanted to secure my vote, you could always give me a hand in the kitchen. I’ve been trying to tidy it up, but clearly I’m no way near as efficient as you.” ““Secure your vote?” You make it sound like it’s up to a coin flip.” ““A coin flip?” Ha, you’re so funny, $name !” She giggles, playing with her hair a little. “What I mean is that I want to vote for your proposal, but let’s say that on the day that I’m supposed to vote, I go home early to work on tidying up my kitchen. After all the work you’ve put into the bedroom, wouldn’t that be such a waste?” “I suppose.” “Exactly! So, if you could just put in a few hours inside the kitchen and get is sparkling clean again, nothing could possibly distract me from voting for your proposal.”<</if>> <<if $SC11 is 6 and $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $SC11 is 6 and $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $SC11 is 6 and $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Continue]]\ \ <<elseif $H gt 21 and $Home lte 2>>It's too late to do that [[Room 1/2<-Return home]]\ <<elseif $H gt 21 and $Home lte 4>>It's too late to do that [[Room 3/4<-Return home]]\ <<elseif $H gt 21 and $Home lte 6>>It's too late to do that [[Room 5/6<-Return home]]\ \ <<elseif $S gt 9 and $Home lte 2>>You're too stressed to do that [[Room 1/2<-Return home]]\ <<elseif $S gt 9 and $Home lte 4>>You're too stressed to do that [[Room 3/4<-Return home]]\ <<elseif $S gt 9 and $Home lte 6>>You're too stressed to do that [[Room 5/6<-Return home]]\ \ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[SC 11A<-Continue working]] [[Room 1/2<-Return home]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[SC 11A<-Continue working]] [[Room 3/4<-Return home]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[SC 11A<-Continue working]] [[Room 5/6<-Return home]]<</if>>

<<set $SC11 to $SC11 + 1>>\ <<set $S to $S + 1>>\ <<set $H to $H + 1>>\ [img[Images/SC 11 Kitchen.jpg]] The kitchen is just as messy as the bedroom was when you first came here. If anything, this place is worse. Not only is mess lining the walls like the residents had gone on strike, but the counters too are full of miscellaneous junk. Additionally, the cupboards are completely lacking any order. Pans are cramped into tiny drawers, while some shelves only feature a single fork. It’s a baffling sight that might be more rewarding to tackle, were you going to directly benefit from tidying it yourself. Instead, you’re doing it as a favor to a girl who seems intent on making you remodel her house. To commence your chore, the mess is reorganized into piles. A pile of pans, a pile of tupperware, a pile of things past their expiry date…etc, etc. From there, it’s easier to organize bits and pieces. Things that belong on in cupboards and drawers can be placed in their respective homes. You’d be able to throw out a solid portion of the mess - the things that are broken or no longer viable, but Miranda insists on keeping it all, even the things that don’t seem like they’ve been edible since the bicentennial. Of course, it’s important to not make a mess as you attempt to clean it, too. Several bags of garbage threaten to rip open, sending you right back to square one. But, with enough perseverance, the place is looking a little like it belongs to a person who has their life together. You’re <<if $SC11 is 7>>20%<<elseif $SC11 is 8>>40%<<elseif $SC11 is 9>>60%<<elseif $SC11 is 10>>80%<<elseif $SC11 is 11>>100%<</if>> done. <<if $SC11 is 11>>Once the granite countertop is clear, and so is the floor, and cupboards are organized properly, you take a seat on one of the stools, breathing a heavy sigh of relief. Regardless of the fact it took longer than you expected it would, you’re still proud. Miranda walks in just as you’re wiping the sweat off your brows. “$name , this place is spotless! I don’t know what I could possibly say for all this effort you’ve put in.” “So you’ll definitely be voting for my proposal now?” “Yes, of course. Do you even need to ask?” Her confirmation is a bigger relief than realizing you’re work in here was done. “Great.” “I’ll definitely be voting for your proposal. I just hope I can find my car keys so I can make it to Farrix that day.” “Huh?” Your heart almost leaves your chest. “What do your car keys have to do with this?” “Well, I leave them in the garage most the time, but that place is such a mess that I might happen to lose them at any point.” “It’s like a half hour walk to Farrix.” “Yeah, at 8 in the morning.” She shrugs her shoulders. “That’s just ridiculous. So, about my garage?” She glares at you with puppy eyes that are so convincing that she might be able to get you to give her a winning lottery ticket. “If I make sure you can’t lose your car keys, will you definitely vote for my proposal, regardless of the state of your house, the weather, or if you can find shoes to walk in?” “Of course!” She shouts, as if your question were that ridiculous.<</if>> <<if $SC11 is 11 and $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $SC11 is 11 and $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $SC11 is 11 and $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Continue]]\ \ <<elseif $H gt 21 and $Home lte 2>>It's too late to do that [[Room 1/2<-Return home]]\ <<elseif $H gt 21 and $Home lte 4>>It's too late to do that [[Room 3/4<-Return home]]\ <<elseif $H gt 21 and $Home lte 6>>It's too late to do that [[Room 5/6<-Return home]]\ \ <<elseif $S gt 9 and $Home lte 2>>You're too stressed to do that [[Room 1/2<-Return home]]\ <<elseif $S gt 9 and $Home lte 4>>You're too stressed to do that [[Room 3/4<-Return home]]\ <<elseif $S gt 9 and $Home lte 6>>You're too stressed to do that [[Room 5/6<-Return home]]\ \ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[SC 11B<-Continue working]] [[Room 1/2<-Return home]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[SC 11B<-Continue working]] [[Room 3/4<-Return home]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[SC 11B<-Continue working]] [[Room 5/6<-Return home]]<</if>>

<<set $SC11 to $SC11 + 1>>\ <<set $S to $S + 1>>\ <<set $H to $H + 1>>\ [img[Images/SC 11 Garage.jpg]] The garage is in character with the rest of the house. Tools of all kind are stored in here. Not just on the many shelves or racks, but on the floor, too. And either Miranda is a closet mechanic, electrician, plumber, lumberjack, and boxer, or she’s a bonafide hoarder. If anything is so rusty that the original metal can’t be identified, it’s thrown in the trash. Not the beams holding the structure together, of course, but the axes, crowbars, saws, hacksaws, hammers, wrenches, bow saws, spanners, fretsaws, drill pieces, chainsaws, crosscut saws, and screws. It’s tempting to toss the several bikes, each in a tragic state of disrepair, that can be found beneath the metal junk, but Miranda insists they’ll be useful some day. They might well be, but they’d all need a new seat, frame, pedals, brakes, handles and wheels, and at that point, why not just buy a new bike? Of course, no makeshift workshop is complete without a large collection of paint cans, each one with a sealed shut lid thanks to paint that dried up. And the only way you can tell the color inside is by the spilled drops on the outside, as the wrapper circling the canisters have all been washed away by rain, or are covered in a layer of dust so thick that it threatens to give you a coughing fit. The entire time, you have to cautiously skirt around the beautiful sports car Miranda has in here. A single scratch on the thing would threaten to undo all the effort you’ve put into repairing her house, and throw her vote down the drain too. Peaking inside the sexy, 400+ horse power vehicle, you’re amazed to see how spotless it’s kept. Not a single wrapper can be spotted inside, yet the entire rest of Miranda’s property looks like a racoon’s interpretation of heaven. You’re <<if $SC11 is 12>>20%<<elseif $SC11 is 13>>40%<<elseif $SC11 is 14>>60%<<elseif $SC11 is 15>>80%<<elseif $SC11 is 16>>100%<</if>> done. <<if $SC11 is 16>><<set $SC11 to 20>>Miranda enters just as the garage is clear of the visible mess, with the useful things being rearranged so that you can actually take full strides. “This place is…incredible.” “Yeah, very tidy, so impressively spotless. Do you promise to vote for my proposal now?” “$name , I was always going to vote for it, but now, how could I possibly want to do anything else?” It’s hard to believe her words after so much effort spent doing her chores, but it’s not like you’ve got much else to go off. If you did blow up and tell her to shove it after so much manipulation, all that energy spent would be for nothing. “Thanks.” Exiting her garage, you return home.<</if>> <<if $SC11 is 16 and $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $SC11 is 16 and $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $SC11 is 16 and $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Continue]]\ \ <<elseif $H gt 21 and $Home lte 2>>It's too late to do that [[Room 1/2<-Return home]]\ <<elseif $H gt 21 and $Home lte 4>>It's too late to do that [[Room 3/4<-Return home]]\ <<elseif $H gt 21 and $Home lte 6>>It's too late to do that [[Room 5/6<-Return home]]\ \ <<elseif $S gt 9 and $Home lte 2>>You're too stressed to do that [[Room 1/2<-Return home]]\ <<elseif $S gt 9 and $Home lte 4>>You're too stressed to do that [[Room 3/4<-Return home]]\ <<elseif $S gt 9 and $Home lte 6>>You're too stressed to do that [[Room 5/6<-Return home]]\ \ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[SC 11C<-Continue working]] [[Room 5/6<-Return home]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[SC 11C<-Continue working]] [[Room 3/4<-Return home]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[SC 11C<-Continue working]] [[Room 5/6<-Return home]]<</if>>

<<if $Dress8 is 1>>It hardly seems like it’s going to be missed, especially in the current state of her apartment, so you opt to take the dress with you. You received a new dress!\ <<else>>Either it’s not worth the risk, or you don’t want the dress, because you leave it doomed to the floor it’s currently relegated to.<</if>> There’s also a large chest of drawers, which you can’t help but open. There’s not only her sexy blouses, but also some plain t-shirts that you would have never thought she had. Other drawers boast the expected skirts, but also a sizable amount of leggings and sweatpants. <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>//I suppose it’s more comfortable to get drunk in sweats than it is in an uncomfortable skirt//<<else>>//I always thought she’d sooner apologize for feminizing me than wear pants//<</if>> Just like a moth to a flame, you feel your body instinctively shamble over to the underwear drawer. At least when you were burglarizing $Jen , you could justify peeking at her panties since you were looking for something. Now, you’re just straight up being a perv. <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>>has an extensive collection of panties that expand into two drawers. There’s more than you and $Ash have combined. Another drawer is home solely to garter belts, which are all as luxurious as the panties are, and come in a wide selection of colors and patterns. She has a drawer for all of her bras, which all match to a pair of panties. A quick glance at one of their labels confirms just how big you thought her breasts really were. There’s a final pair of drawers for all of her hosiery. She has a collection of stockings that would make any lingerie store owner blush. There’s some basic thigh highs in addition to some classically made fully fashioned stockings with a black seam at the back that’s bookended by a reinforced cuban heel, and at the other end, an opaque welt with a sheer keyhole. Notably, there’s no pantyhose in her substantial collection of lingerie, nor are there any socks. [img[Images/Pantyhose drawer.png]] You close the drawers and return your attention to $Ash . [[Secret Desires 4e<-Continue]]

<<if $Fem is 52 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $Fem to 53>>\ <<elseif $Fem is 53 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $Fem to 54>>\ <<elseif $Fem is 54 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $Fem to 55>>\ <<elseif $Fem is 55 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $Fem to 56>>\ <<elseif $Fem is 56 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $Fem to 57>>\ \ <<elseif $Fem is 57 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $Fem to 58>>\ <<elseif $Fem is 58 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $Fem to 59>>\ <<elseif $Fem is 59 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $Fem to 60>>\ <<elseif $Fem is 60 and $Day3 is 1>><<set $Fem to 61>>\ “$name , you look so hot!” Lilith exclaims, as you meet her outside the school gates. When you’re dressed in boots this high, with complementary fishnets, it’s hard to disagree. <<if $CK[0] is 2>>Yet, it’s a look that’s completely mismatched with your school skirt and blouse. It’s like you were planning to go to Farrix, and immediately head to a club afterwards, and selected an outfit somewhere in the middle. Lilith’s appearance is much the same, so at least you can be mismatched together.<<else>>Without your Farrix skirt and blouse, being near school like this feels off. In fact, the idea that you’re supposed to actually enter the building like this is a horrible. Who knew you’d be mentally begging to put on the girl’s uniform again?<</if>> Lilith tugs you by the arm, encouraging you to follow her into the building. It’s a walk that’s reminiscent of the first time you came to Farrix dressed entirely as a girl. It’s terrifying, and all eyes seem to be glued on you. Whether that’s true or not, is something that would have to be judged by someone else. Lilith, meanwhile, is completely confident in herself, and she strides down the promenade with a vigor that was absent when you first met. For whatever reason, she takes blissful joy in flaunting her disobedience of the school rules like this. Approaching the main door to the building, you’re immediately caught by a teacher acting as a supervisor. “What on earth do you two think you’re doing?” She asks, presumably rhetorically, and observes you two up and down, as if to question her own eyesight. “We’re just going to lessons, miss!” Lilith replies, smiling. Though she attempts to scurry away, the teacher grabs her by the rear of her blouse. “Not so fast, girl. You’re both coming with me.” She drags you away to a section of the school you hardly knew existed. The whole time, Lilith is playing dumb about what the issue is. “Did we forget our books? Aren’t we so clumsy!” “Is this because I kept sticking gum beneath the desks? I kept complaining about the lack of trash cans this place has, and now you want to blame me?” You’re brought to a small classroom with only 12 singular desks in it, and one teacher presiding over the 5 students that are already in here. [[SC 9B<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 8, $M to 0>>\ [img[Images/SC9 1.jpg]] “What is this place?” “You haven’t been to this part of the school before? $name , you’re in for a treat! This is…” “...Alternative education.” The teacher boomingly yells, ripping your attention away from Lilith. “That’s Mr Rortherfall.” She whispers into your ear. “Isn’t he dreamy?” The man who stands up, showing off at least a 6 ft 2” stature, is the only person who could be referred to as “he”, yet “dreamy” wouldn’t be your first choice in words. “I caught these two trying to sneak into their lessons dressed like THIS! I don’t know what is getting into the minds of these students, but I will not stand for it.” “Thank you, Miss Lynen. I’ll make sure they learn the errors of their ways.” Mr Rortherfall adjusts his belt, sternly gazing at you and Lilith. “I thought you learned you lesson last time.” He smirks, looking down at Lilith. “I guess I just needed more punishing.” She giggles. “Both of you take a seat. No talking, no reading, no working.” Lilith does so eagerly, and you pinch the desk next to her. Of course, she insists on sitting as close to Mr Rortherfall as possible. “You knew we were going to be put in here?” You whisper, all whilst trying to make it seem like a shout. <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> normally handles all of your infractions. It still remains to be seen whether this teacher is worse or not. “Did I not mention that?” She murmurs back. “Oops!” “How long are we going to be in here?” “All day.” She exhales, staring right at Mir Rortherfall. “All day?” “NO TALKING!” The teacher yells, pounding his desk with a heavy fist. Now, it’s not just him you’ve got to worry about, it’s what will happen when <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> does. <<if $Home lte 2>>At the very least, it’s a rare break from having to see her.<<else>>She’s certain to not appreciate the break in your sissy training.<</if>> [[SC 9C<-Continue][$H to 11]]

The day drags on for several hours, with each 60 minutes feeling like a whole day. There is a clock in the isolated room that you’re stuck in, but keeping your eyes glued to it only makes the minutes go much slower. At some point in the tortuous day, there’s a knock at the door, and it’s one of the few people who could make this experience worse. “Hi, Mr Rortherfall, I was hoping to have a word with $name .” He shrugs his shoulders, obliging. <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> curls her finger in her direction, demanding you step outside to meet with her. <<if $Home lte 2>>She immediately grabs you by the hair, dragging you to the ground, where she yells at you with such loudness that it might be audible in room 68. “You stupid bimbo. I was actually concerned for where you were - I had $Hannah all worried that our sissy maid might have ran away, but then I heard that you were confined to this block, and why? Because sissy wanted to play hooker? Do you even realize how ridiculous you look right now? I’ve seen you in your maid uniform, but that’s not nearly as stupid as you look now.” She kicks you in the back, and your face meets the ground. “And then there’s your poor mistress. I know she avoids me like the plague, but she actually talked to me after our lesson earlier to ask if you were okay. I think she’s going to be very annoyed indeed to not have any holes to train this lunchtime.” She stomps away, speaking over her shoulder at you. “Don’t you dare pull something like this again, sissy.”\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1>>“$name , what are you doing? Did you lose your shoes or something? Why are you dressed like a slut?” “It was one of the girls at the student council. It was the only way I could get her vote.” It sounds dumb when you say it out loud, but thankfully, $Gray2 has been around you during enough embarrassing moments to not laugh. And as a bonus, she doesn’t need further convincing. “Huh.” She shakes her head. “Not that I don’t respect your…pragmatic sensibility, but you really had me worried. I started thinking that $Ash might have left you caged at her house, or whatever else she does to you in your free time.” She laughs, likely now finding humor in the actual reason why you’re dressed like a prostitute. “This lunchtime is going to be so tedious with just $Ash to train. It’s so much more fun to use your holes anyway.” “That just means you can go extra rough with her.” $Gray2 ‘s face lights up. “Of course, why didn’t I think of that! Maybe I’ll even make use of her pussy, too! Anyway, good luck surviving the rest of the day - Mr Rortherfall is such a bore. Make sure you’re dressed properly tomorrow.”\ <<else>>“Sissy, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” She grabs you by the hair, and yanks you to the floor, where she keeps you with a steel hand that doesn’t budge. “Do you realize how important your sissy training is? It shouldn’t be missed for any reason. But for what purpose do I hear my sissy is in alternative education? Because she’s dressed as a slut?” Miss $Gray shakes her head. “I have trained you to like wearing women’s clothes, maybe even too well. Something like this isnot even close to appropriate, and you know it! You need some smart black heels, and some hosiery that doesn’t make you look like a tramp.” She stomps away, speaking over her shoulder at you. “Don’t you dare pull something like this again, sissy.”<</if>> After that interaction, you return to the silent classroom. [[SC 9D<-Continue]]

At some point after your teacher paid you a visit, the classroom is meet with another couple of girls. They’re both marched in by the same teacher, who shoves them in the classroom. “This naughty one called me a cow when my back was turned, and this one tried to pull my skirt down.” The two students can’t help but giggle at what they’re in trouble for, and from your perspective, it’s hard to not giggle too. If you tried to pull that type of stunt with <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>>, she’d have you in detention everyday for the rest of the year, with those detentions being a triathlon of spanking, hair pulling, and anal destruction. Time continues on. [[SC 9E<-...]]

<<set $H to 12>>\ [img[Images/Clock.jpg]] You’re almost catching up on your sleep when the clock strikes 12, and nerve wrackingly, Mr Rortherfall sparks to life for the first time since yelling in your direction 3 hours ago. “It’s punishment time!” “Punishment time?” You whisper to Lilith, whose eyes haven’t left Mr Rortherfall for a second. “I’ve been waiting for this all day!” “You!” Mr Rotherfall yells at one of the girls who came in recently. “If you think it’s appropriate to call a teacher something like that, then your mouth needs cleaning.” He takes a cloth, and while holding the girl still, shoves it in her mouth. She does her best to spit it out, but a palm across her lips precludes that from happening, and a generous helping of tape over top ensure she’s powerless to talk. Only mumbles escape her closed mouth. “And you!” He yells at the girl who accompanied her, who’s now shaking. “Trying to pull your teacher’s skirt down? Are you the sissy in this school that I’ve heard so much about?” Gripping a hand around her wrist, he drags her to the front of the class, where he makes her stand with a nose against the wall. Then, he pulls her skirt down, exposing her pink panties patterned with white dots to the whole class. “Don’t you dare pull them up! You’ll get the treatment you tried to give.” His attention then turns to you and Lilith, who is practically shivering in eager anticipation. “If you want to dress like bad girls, we’ll see how you like it when you’re treated like one.” “No!” Lilith shrieks. “Please don’t spank us Mr Rortherfall! I promise, I’ll never be naughty again.” “It’s too late for apologies, girl. Over my lap, now!” She pretends to quiver and be hesitant, but she lays down, rear side up, on the lap of Mr Rortherfall without a genuine complaint. [img[Images/SC9 2.jpg]] “Naughty!” He shouts, smacking a shot down on her exposed ass. “I’m so sorry Mr Rortherfall!” “Bad, bad, bad, girl!” “Yes, I’m so bad! I mean, I’ll be a good girl from now on!” “I better never see your face in here again.” “I swear!” He pulls her off his lap, wiping his hands together. “Now you.” He points directly at you. “Oh.” Lilith cries. “Mr Rortherfall, I’m not sure you punished me enough. I still want to misbehave.” “Return to your seat, girl.” Lilith stands defiantly still. “Why don’t you make me, you…ugly pig.” “What a filthy mouth. You must want another punishment.” “Duh, haven’t you been listening to a single thing I’ve said?” “I’ve got just the thing in mind.” Lilith flops on his lap again, lifting her skirt up for him to have easier access. Mr Rortherfall, however, has other plans in mind. He takes out a second cloth, and shoves it in Lilith’s mouth, promptly securing it with even more tape. “Mmm!” “Now sit back down.” [img[Images/SC9 3.jpg]] She sulks back to her desk, and then sinks moodily into her chair. “Your turn.” He yanks you off your stiletto supported feet, and onto his lap, where there’s a wet patch, presumably from Lilith’s enjoyment of her own corporal punishment. He rains strikes down on your rear, each one resulting in a shriek. Though, in comparison to <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>>’s spankings, it’s hardly unbearable. [[SC 9F<-...]]

<<set $SC9 to 10>>\ <<set $H to 15>>The rest of the day is even harder to stand. Sitting in the same seat for 3 hours after a spanking is worse than the spanking itself. And in comparison to the Lilith your knew 3 in the morning, she’s now dejected. Her head stays in a lap formed from her arms, and not even checking out Mr Rortherfall for the rest of the period turns her frown upside down. Thankfully, your experience in alternative education only lasts for the day, and when you are allowed to leave, Lilith is eager to remove the makeshift gag muting her. “That wasn’t nearly as fun as my first time here. I actually managed to make Mr Rortherfall get a paddle out.” She clearly knew that the two of you would be placed in alternative education for the day, and now you’re questioning whether she actually cared at all about dressing like a slut. More so than that, though, you’re eager to confirm her vote. “So can I rely on you to approve of my proposal?” “Your proposal? Sure. Anyway, what did you think of Mr Rortherfall?” “I thin…” “His suit wasn’t as nice as the one he was wearing last week. Ooh, I know! Do you think it’d be appropriate for me to buy him one?” Lilith continues ranting over her mysteriously selected crush until she has to say goodbye. //Hopefully I don’t have to endure another day like that for any more votes// [[12-3f<-Continue][$H to 16, $S to $S + 2]]

[img[Images/SC10 1.jpg]] “Cassie, hi!” You wear your widest smile, hoping you might be able to sway her over to your side with a few nice words. “$name , hi! Do you like manga too?” “What else would I be in this section for?” “That’s so cool! I’ve tried to talk to everyone else at the council if they like anime. You know, just for some common ground. I’d given up hope, but I guess I should have asked you, huh?” “Oh yeah!” You lean into the act as much as possible, hoping that just being on the same page about this will convince her to vote for your proposal. “I love manga. I’d read it all day if I could.” “You mean you don’t anyway?” She laughs. “Claire actually asked me to stop brining my manga to the council, since I’d just read it the whole hour if I did. What’s your favorite?” <<if $Weeb lt 30>>//Shit// It’s been far too long since you put some dedication into actually reading manga, or watching anime. Right now, you can’t think of a single title. [[SC 10 Fail<-“I love…”]]\ <<else>>[[SC 10B<-“Yugi-no”]] [[SC 10B<-“Attack on Beast”]] [[SC 10B<-“Bokemon”]] [[SC 10B<-“Narutoe”]]<</if>>

<<set $SC10 to 2>>“I love that manga, what’s it called - Dragon Essence, Dragon Orb, Dragon…” “...Dragon Ball?” She stares at you like you just forgot what 1 plus 1 was. “Yeah, that’s the one. Probably my favorite. Have you ever read it?” “You’ve never read manga, have you?” “No, I have.” You voice goes up an octave. “Just not in a while.” Cassie shakes her head. “Whatever. You don’t have to lie. It’s fine to not like it.” She goes back to inspecting the books, turning her shoulder to you, as if you needed any more of a hint. [[Mall<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $SC10 to 10>>“I’ve actually not finished all of that yet. How is it?” “It’s incredible!” “I’ll get around to it eventually. I’m currently obsessed with this.” She hands you the 7th chapter in a series. “Holy Balls! That’s a Huge Dragon!” “Have you ever heard of it?” You shake your head. “It’s about this dragon that was cursed with immortality after he crashed into a wizard’s vacation home. The dragon just keeps getting bigger and bigger, but nothing keeps him full. I’m at the part where the protagonist dresses up as a egg sandwich in order to infiltrate his stomach. It’s so good!” “Actually, I’m kind of busy with this proposal I’m trying to get through the student council. I wish I had the time to read more, but I’m just buried at the minute.” “Oh damn, do you want me to vote for it?” “I’d be more than overjoyed if you did!” “For a fellow manga fan, I’d be more than happy to!” You don’t want to rudely run off the moment you’ve got her agreement, so chat for a while longer about anime, manga, artists and the like. It’s a pleasant interaction that’s friendlier than most of your conversations as of late, and so you’re left feeling happier an hour later. [[Mall<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S - 1]]

“$name , thanks for coming!” Liara ushers you in. There’s already the sound of chuckles and beer cans being opened from the lounge, and based on the voices competing to be the loudest, there’s at least half a dozen men, but probably closer to double that. “I mentioned to John earlier that I had booked him a stripper, and he could hardly contain his excitement. But don’t worry! I strictly told him no funny business. Looking, and maybe a little touching, but he doesn’t get to do anything more.” //How encouraging that he would need to be told that// Liara gives you a moment to prepare in private. Preparing, in this instance, means losing your outer layer of clothing, making your underwear become outerwear by default. <<if $Tights is 1>>Tights should make for an interesting piece to dress up your legs, and it’s too late to wear something else now, anyway. Unless Liara’s boyfriend has a nylon fetish, it’s a poor choice to wear, even if you do take them off for the tease.\ <<elseif $Pantyhose is 1>><<set $SC12Score to $SC12Score + 1>>Pantyhose are an uncommon item for a stripper, you’d guess. Thankfully, they don’t hide your legs so much as they add an air of mystery about them. They should be fine, so long as you shed them at some point.\ <<else>><<set $SC12Score to $SC12Score + 2>>Stockings make for an excellent choice in legwear. They compliment your legs beautifully, without being distracting.<</if>> <<if $SportsBra is 1>>The sports bra on your chest is bizarre, and entirely incompatible with your own idea of a stripper. Hopefully Liara’s boyfriend has a different idea of what strippers should wear.\ <<elseif $Bra is 0>>Sadly, not having a bra on means it’s one less item to strip off, which will make you job considerably harder.\ <<else>><<set $SC12Score to $SC12Score + 1>>Thankfully, wearing bra will make the task of stripping much easier.<</if>> <<if $MatchingLingerie gt 0>><<set $SC12Score to $SC12Score + 1>>You appearance is immediately improved by having a matching bra and panties on. Not only does it make you more appealing, it actually makes you more confident, too.\ <<else>>Sadly, your mismatched lingerie will definitely detract from the look.<</if>> Liara then leads you to the lounge, where you enter the lions’ den. [[SC 12B<-Continue]]

The men are practically chanting “stripper! Stripper!” In their deep, booming voices when you enter, mixed with various claps and thighs slaps that result in a loud and chaotic room. For an experienced stripper, it might be encouraging, but to a newbie like you, it’s terrifying, yet it’s far too late to step back now. “WOOO!” They scream as a mostly naked body enters the room, likely not even registering your face yet. “This is the birthday boy.” Liara comments, wrapping her arms around a man sat in the center of the room, nuzzling his neck. The track changes to something much more…slutty, for lack of a better word. It’s definitely the type of thing you’d hear in a club specializing in this type of activity, and you strut forward in response. <<if $CK[2] is 3>>Doing so draws attention to your shoes. Your dull, black shoes that are more appropriate to a professional conference than a sexual tease.\ <<elseif $CK[2] is 4>><<set $SC12Score to $SC12Score + 1>>Thankfully, your silver heels are more than germain for such an act expected of you. While they’re not the tallest of high heels, they’re sandal nature means they’re much more for show than function.\ <<elseif $CK[2] is 5>><<set $SC12Score to $SC12Score + 1>>Your black heeled shoes might be perfect for school, but they’re also so tall that they fit right in with a performance like this.\ <<elseif $CK[2] is 4>><<set $SC12Score to $SC12Score + 2>>Given the red, thigh high boots demand attention with each step, you’re filled with exaltation at such an excellent choice in shoes.<</if>> None of the movements your mind convinces your body to make come naturally, but they’re done regardless. You plant yourself in front of the boyfriend, turn around, and give him a face full of your rear. You jiggle your bountiful booty in his eager face, and it’s no surprise when he plants a hand on one of your ass cheeks, and squeezes down. That serves as inspiration to continue to the next stage of your tease: your chest. Spinning around, you begin to fondle around your nipples. <<if $SportsBra is 1>>After that, you pull of the sports bra containing your breasts.<<elseif $Bra is 1>>Your bra adds to the effect, but you tauntingly unclip it anyway, and let it drop to the floor.<<else>>Lacking a bra to strip off, your simply play with your two mound a little.<</if>> <<if $Pills lt 6>>Unfortunately, you don’t have a whole lot to boast about in the breast department. If it could even be said that you do have tits, they’re certainly on the disappointing side, and the birthday boy struggles to hide his dolorous demeanor.\ <<elseif $Pills lt 13>>Whilst what is on your breasts are definitely in the realm of tits, they are still small, and wouldn’t come close to filling out a B cup bra. Still, most men can be seduced with naked tits, regardless of size, and based on the birthday boy’s face, he’s part of the majority.\ <<elseif $Pills lt 20>><<set $SC12Score to $SC12Score + 1>>Whilst your tits may be average in terms of size, they’re more than special when they’re naked in front of someone’s face. The birthday boy struggles to contain his excitement, and his wide open eyes can’t even blink in the face of such beauty.\ <<else>><<set $SC12Score to $SC12Score + 2>>Your big breasts are noticeable even under a winter coat, and so when they’re exposed like they are right now, they’re almost hypnotic to men. Whilst Liara’s boyfriend is the subject of your tease, the multitude of other males in the room are struck dumb by the sight of naked tits.<</if>> For a while, you allow your body to move as it desires. Hips are thrust, legs are raised and lowered, arms are wrapped around the celebratory gentleman, and hands go scarily close to crotches. The boyfriend’s drooling mouth attests to a bizarre skill you can now consider yourself to have. You’re so adept, apparently, that Liara might be considering you a threat to her relationship. [img[Images/SC12.jpg]] “That was just wonderful, but we do have the rest of the party yet.” Liara remarks, ushering you out of the lounge door. “No!” The room roars. “Stripper! Stripper!” “But babe, she was brilliant!” Her partner compliments, making you blush, and causing Liara to be even more passive aggressive. “You’ve never said my body is brilliant, now come on, $name .” She escorts you out the room. [[SC 12C<-Continue]]

“He really seemed pleased. Can I rely on your vote now?” Hoping to guarantee her promise now, it’d be harder for her to decline right after your performance. Liara thinks for a moment. <<if $SC12Score lte 2>><<set $SC12 to 9>>“$name , I don’t know how else to say this, but you’re just not got the right appearance for something like this. Look at you! You’re hardly dressed to give some a dance. I’d expect this kind of outfit from a librarian. I trusted you to make this moment special for my hubby, and you thought this type of thing was appropriate?” “He seemed to like it.” “Well he didn’t!” Liara snaps. “I know him much better than you do. And since you failed so miserable at wearing something appropriate, no, I’m not going to vote for your little proposal.” “You’re telling me I did all this for nothing?” “Blame yourself, you tramp.” You silently get changed, then head back home. No doubt Liara is just jealous of your body, and how her boyfriend was desiring it, but that doesn’t get you a vote.\ <<elseif $SC12Score lte 4>><<set $SC12 to 9>>“I don’t know, $name , you did alright, but I just don’t feel like you put a whole lot of effort into it.” “What? Did you not see me 5 inches away from your lover’s lap?” “It’s not about that; it’s about your appearance. You’ve hardly got the look of someone who really cared for what they were doing. If you wanted my vote, I thought you would have put a little more effort into your outfit.” “So you’re not going to vote for my proposal, after I did all that?” Liara shrugs her shoulders. “Blame yourself.” In silence, you get dressed, and based on Liara’s envious eyes, you conclude that she was jealous of the attention her boyfriend was giving you, but mentioning that wouldn’t get you any closer to a vote. Instead, you simply head home, defeated.\ <<elseif $SC12Score gt 4>><<set $SC12 to 10>>“Yeah, I suppose you did well enough.” A wave of relief washes over you. “Awesome, thank you!” Liara smiles in response. After getting dressed, you head home, filled with a strange sense of pride.<</if>> <<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S + 2]]<</if>>

<div style="text-align: center;">[img[Images/Menu.png]] <<button "New game">> <<run Engine.play("Main screen")>> <</button>> <<button "Load Game">> <<run Dialog.open(); UI.saves();>> <</button>> <<button "Developer's statement">> <<run Engine.play("Dev's statement")>> <</button>> If you enjoy the game, please consider supporting its development on <a href="https://subscribestar.adult/jazolt" target="_blank">SubscribeStar</a>. We also now have a <a href="https://discord.gg/VPMXhQYV96" target="_blank">Discord</a> server. My second game, Chronology of Love, can be found <a href="https://tfgames.site/index.php?module=viewgame&id=3367" target="_blank">here</a>. </div>

“$name , you made it!” Kate rejoices, taking your hand in hers and running off to the kitchen, though you almost lose your footing attempting to keep up with her. [img[Images/SC 14B.jpg]] “Alright, here’s the oven, the stove, the fridge, the freezer. All the knives you need should be in these drawers, and seasoning is in the pantry.” She waves her hands at various places over the kitchen. Thankfully, you can deduce what it is you’re seeing anyway, because it’s impossible to unpack what she’s saying due to her high paced verbal expression. “And if you need an…” a knock at the door steals her attention away. “Oh, they’re here! $name , there’s one more thing - they can’t know you’re doing this.” “What do you mean?” “My boyfriend and his parents, they think I’m doing all this myself. I really need to impress them, so you have to stay in here, and be real quiet. Not a peep, understand?” “I…” “Shh, not a peep!” She cries, putting a finger against her own lips, before leaving the kitchen, and based on the following greetings, letting in the guests. Shrugging your shoulders, you get to work. Kate did start your task off, as the oven is already turned on, with a whole chicken cooking inside. Other than that, you’re left to your own devices. Silently opening the pantry, several ingredients jump out at you from the overflowing cupboard - literally. //Hopefully they didn’t hear that// Lacking order on what to make, or even a cookbook, you’ve got nothing else to do but create the instructions yourself. You decide to make: [[SC 14B<-Roast chicken with fruit salad][$SC14 to 2]]<<if $Cooking gte 20>> - //I don’t think that would go over well//<</if>> [[SC 14B<-Lemon chicken with added lime][$SC14 to 3]]<<if $Cooking gte 40>> - //That seems like too much citrus//<</if>> [[SC 14B<-Chicken tikka masala][$SC14 to 5]]<<if $Cooking gte 80>> - //That sounds perfect//<</if>> [[SC 14B<-Chicken and mushroom pizza][$SC14 to 4]]<<if $Cooking gte 60>> - //That doesn’t sound like the best dish to impress Kate’s guests//<</if>>

[img[Images/SC 14B.jpg]] <<if $SC14 is 2>>Most people don’t eat enough fruit, you wager. Not only are they packed full of helpful vitamins, but they’re so delicious and juicy, and as an added bonus, they keep doctors away, and given that those doctors tend to come with some extreme bills, how couldn’t a chicken and fruit salad be the key to impressing Kate’s future in-laws? Making sure to be quiet, you collect the fruit that’s visible in the pantry, though you also check the fridge to see if any are hiding in there. Beginning with the most basic of fruits, you delicately slice up apples into satisfying slices, double checking that no parts of the core sneak by. Similarly, you dismember a monstrous pineapple, and a downright gargantuan watermelon that feels heavier than most bowling balls. Then, you peel several fruits. Firstly, many bananas, which you then slice into thin yellow chunks. After that, you labor to peel the skins of several tangerines, oranges, mandarins, clementines and satsumas. Of course, not that you could really tell the difference. Finally, you pick a hundred, or so, grapes off the bunch, adding them on top of a full bowl of healthy goodness.\ <<elseif $SC14 is 3>>The chicken already heating up in the oven isn’t close enough to completion, so you delight in knowing that some lemon chicken isnot only still possible, but it’s bound to go over well. Probably. Extracting the chicken, which already smells mouth wateringly good, you dismember the poultry into the core components, and change its tray to something that can retain liquid better. Creating a delectable concoction of lemon juice, thyme and rosemary, it doesn’t feel quite done, so add an extra lime or two, or perhaps three. Not only do you cook the chicken as it soaks in the zesty mixture, but you also use a brush to coat all the nooks, crevices and crannies in the stuff. Every nanometer will hit with a distinct, hopefully delicious punch.\ <<elseif $SC14 is 4>>If somebody doesn’t like pizza, their pulse needs to be checked. It’s a distinctly casual meal that should certainly win over Kate’s future in-laws. And if it somehow doesn’t, maybe there will be enough leftovers to cheer Kate up anyway. Making the base of the pizza is simple. Fun, even. Yeast, as though a magic spell, causes the dough to rise after a few minutes, and after a dozen, it threatens to squeeze out of the bowl. Naturally, a correctly made pizza simply must have a homemade tomato sauce, which you freshly prepare by mashing up tomatoes, and then heating them to a viscous fluid. Complimenting that is a layer of finely shredded cheese, blending the lines between orange and yellow. A purely chicken pizza would be a waste after the effort put into making it, so out of all the classic pizza toppings to be found in the pantry and fridge, like pepperoni, salami, ham, peppers, onion, chives, bacon, olives, and of course, pineapple, you select the often overlooked, never deserving to be forgotten mushrooms. It’s a two ingredient combo that seems to be divinely selected for an intangible synergy. Chicken and mushrooms. Who knew?\ <<elseif $SC14 is 5>>Chicken tikka masala is a universally craved dish, and if Kate’s future in laws are worth impressing, this should do the trick. Of course, it’s not the simplest item to make, but you’ve all the ingredients in house. Silently dashing around, you pinch the tomatoes, swipe some garlic, plunder the cream, raid the onion sacks, pillage the rice bags, and like every good dish, ensure there’s enough salt that it has a detectable crunch. You take out the half cook chicken, and preemptively slice it into small chunks in order to better let each bite exude flavor following the marination. Then, you prepare the sauce by combining all the ingredients in a pan. You don’t let your eyes leave the meal for a second, lest it spoil somehow.<</if>> “Hold on, hold on, let me check on it!” Kate yells, opening the kitchen door just wide enough for her to squeeze in without showing off the secret chef. She runs up to beside you. “How’s it coming along? Is it nearly done? Martha’s been insisting that if it takes much longer, she’s going to have to come in here and finish it herself.” “Ne…” The kitchen door pops open again, and Kate instinctively plants her hand on your head, and pushes you down beneath the island. “Mmm, something smells good. Do you need any help?” “No, thanks babe, it’s nearly done!” Kate yells, though she lowers her voice after realizing how loud she’s speaking. Her boyfriend, convinces, backs out. “Phew!” She helps you up from your squat. “You’ve got ten minutes to make it something special, come on $name , don’t let me down.” Though she gives you a comforting smile, it’s obvious she’s stressed out based on how she’s gritting her teeth. [[SC 14C<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

Thankfully, the meal doesn’t require that long. <<if $SC14 is 2>>All you have to do is cut up the chicken into shreds, season it with a helping of salt and pepper, and place it into a bowl. When the meal is complete, it’s a family style, help yourself selection of roasted chicken, and an array fruit so expansive that it’d make a convenience store jealous.\ <<elseif $SC14 is 3>>The lemon chicken that you’ve prepared is plated up onto four dishes, each one seemingly more delectable than the last.\ <<elseif $SC15 is 4>>When the pizza is pulled out of the oven, restraint has to be show to not tuck into it yourself. Of course, it’d nearly kill you if you ate it all - it must be at least 16 inches across. Cutting it into 8 slices, 2 for each guest, the droopy cheese that refuses to separate almost makes your willpower break.\ <<elseif $SC14 is 5>>The chicken tikka masala is plated up onto 4 separate plates, and you ensure a neat division between the gorgeous curry, and the fluffy rice.<</if>> Kate returns only a moment later. “I hope you’re done. I’m starving, and I can only take so many of Martha’s complaints. What did you end up ma…” She stares at your creation. <<if $SC14 is 2>><<set $SC14 to 9>>“You made a…bowl of fruit(?).” “With a bowl of chicken.” She closes her eyes, and attempts to calm herself, though it doesn’t work well as her hands clench into fists. “This is a joke, right? You have an actual meal still in the oven, don’t you?” “Chicken and fruit - it’s a timeless combo.” “For who? The rats who tuck into the leftovers?” “If you just gave it a try, I’m sure you’d love it, and so would your boyfriend’s parents.” “This isn’t the time for experimentation, $name , it’s the time for something boring. Something reliable that they’ve had a thousand times. What I asked for juicy chicken, this isnot what I meant!” She shouts, instantly remembering the need to be quiet. “$name , you’ve ruined this night. Get out!” “But what about my prop…” “Screw your proposal.” She ushers you out the back door, silently slamming it shut once your foot crosses the threshold into the outside. “Get lost!” She mouths through the glass door. Dejected, you head home. //She’ll change her mind the moment she tries it// //She won’t, will she?//\ <<elseif $SC14 is 3>><<set $SC14 to 9>>“Mmm, something smells lemony. Like, really lemony. Just how many halves of a lemon did you add to it?” She dips a finger in the concoction to taste it. “Around 12.” Her face curls up like she just bite directly into one of the citrus fruits. “And about 4 limes, too. Whole limes, that is.” “$name , what the hell! You broke the pH scale with this atrocity!” “I’m sure the second bite is much nicer than the first.” “I’d die if I take an actual bite!” “The chicken will balance it out. I think.” “Why, did you soak it in bleach? Wait, don’t answer that; I don’t want to know.” She almost pounds a cupboard in anger, but stops herself upon remembering the need for subtlety. “$name , you’ve ruined this night. Get out!” “But what about my prop…” “Screw your proposal.” She ushers you out the back door, silently slamming it shut once your foot crosses the threshold into the outside. “Get lost!” She mouths through the glass door. Dejected, you head home. //She could have at least let me have the food if she’s going to throw it away//\ <<elseif $SC14 is 4>><<set $SC14 to 10>>“You made a pizza?” “Chicken and mushroom.” Kate judges it silently from across the counter. The fact she’s not throwing it directly at your face is certainly a good sign, but then again, her ambivalent face doesn’t speak of overwhelming joy. “It looks well cooked at least.” “Try some.” Still questioning your decision, she does. Watching her face turn from doubtful, to pleasantly surprised, to overwhelmingly overjoyed, is like a magical experience for both you, and her. “$name , this is amazing. Pizza’s always good, don’t get me wrong, but it’s like you poured pure taste on this thing. What’s you secret?” “Oh, you know. Just practice.” Kate has to summon up extra willpower to eat the entirety of her portion right here. “In case it needed to be said, yes. I’ll definitely be voting for your proposal.” Still beaming with a smile of happiness and perfectly melted cheese, she shows you out the back door, where you decide to head home after a successful task.\ <<elseif $SC14 is 5>><<set $SC14 to 10, $I to $I + 20>>“Is that chicken tikka masala?” She doesn’t wait for answer before tucking in with an eager fork. “mmmMMM!” She makes sure to try all the aspects of the meal, ostensibly for quality control purposes, but her increasingly higher pitched squeals suggest a much more hedonistic reasoning. “$name , why didn’t you tell me your were this good of a chef? With food this good, I would have voted for your proposal if you’d have agreed to make me lunch for a day.” “So you will be voting for my proposal?” She mumbles an answer with a full mouth. “Of course.” Kate escorts you to the back door. “I wish you could stay (and maybe make dessert), but I can’t let someone else take credit for this. I think that food might actually make Martha love me!” She reaches inside her purse. “Here. If you can’t stay, at least take this an extra token of my appreciation.” A 20$ note is thrust into your chest. “I have to get going; the food ain’t going to serve itself.” Silently sneak around to the main road, you head home.<</if>> <<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S + 2]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return][$H to $H + 3, $S to $S + 2]]<</if>>

[img[Images/SC 16.jpg]] “Hello, Miss Bullthrough.” Your English teacher, like all good teachers, immediately grows suspicious at hearing your attempt at nicety. Miss Bullthrough in particular has always seemed to have it out for you ever since your first week at Farrix. It’s a stubborn hatred that only rivals Miss $Gray . Thankfully, your English teacher isn’t trying to feminize you to a point of womanhood. If it were only your science teacher that gave Leah a detention instead, then you might actually stand a chance, compared to this suicide mission. Of course, Mr Hawt is far too nice for detentions. He’s much more the type for “just hand it in next lesson”, and then forget about the whole thing. “$name , what do you want?” //If she’s going to skip the faux cordiality, than maybe I should too// “You gave my friend, Leah, a bunch of detentions. It really got to her, and she’s learned her lesson to not forget her homework. Is there any way you could just forget about her punishment?” Miss Bullthrough’s unimpressed face doesn’t attest to your hope being valid. It’s like you just presented her with a pyramid scheme that you thought she might want in on. “Go away, $name . I have more papers to mark.” Refusal was expected, so you’re hardly deterred. “Please, Miss Bullthrough. Is there something I could do to convince you?” She sighs, scooting away from her desk in her wheeled chair. “You amaze me, $name . Every lesson I have with you, your attention veers off the moment I start teaching. You’ve shown nothing but disrespect for me and my masters-level knowledge of literature, and now you come to me, wanting a favor? Because your “friend” forgot her homework? Boo-hoo. I don’t care.” “That’s not true - I do pay attention.” Now, Miss Bullthrough almost bursts out laughing at such a suggestion. “I may spend most of my day in books, but that doesn’t mean I’m blind to what’s going on in my classroom. You enjoy my class the same way Leah enjoys my detention; not at all, but you’ve not got a choice.” “No, no! I do pay attention!” Her amusement leads her to a smirk that you’ve never seen on her face. Well, apart from when she gets to surprise the class with an impromptu test. “Alright, then prove it. If you can answer my literature based questions, then I’ll happily write of your friend’s detention.” “Okay, let’s go.” “What’s the name of Hamlet’s uncle who becomes the king at the start of the play?” [[SC 16B<-“Claudius”][$SC16 to 2]] [[SC 16B Fail<-“Laertes”][$SC16 to 3]] [[SC 16B Fail<-“Horatio”][$SC16 to 3]] [[SC 16B Fail<-“Fortinbras”][$SC16 to 3]]

“Correct. It’s Claudius. Now, for your second question.” “Second? Isn’t one enough?” “Not even close. Listen closely.” “Which game is the protagonist of Dostoevsky’s The Gambler fond of?” [[SC 16C Fail<-“Poker”][$SC16 to 5]] [[SC 16C<-“Roulette”][$SC16 to 4]] [[SC 16C Fail<-“Blackjack”][$SC16 to 5]] [[SC 16C Fail<-“Monopoly”][$SC16 to 5]]

“Wrong!” Miss Bullthrough cackles. “It’s Claudius. If you had paid even the slightest degree of attention, you’d answer correctly in an instant. To not know the cast of Shakespeare’s greatest play is to spit on all of literature. Nice try, $name , but Leah is going to be suffering through all the detentions that I force upon her. And after your blatant lies of paying attention, maybe I’ll even extend through the entire semester.” Defeated, you leave the classroom before Miss Bullthrough’s mockery becomes too much to handle. //That was a miserable failure, and now I have to explain that to Leah// <<if $GrayBestie is 0 and $GrayLunchFail gte 1>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gte 2>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<else>>[[12-3f<-Continue][$H to 16]]<</if>>

“Aha! I knew your first answer was a lucky bluff.” She pauses a celebration to imitate a witch’s laughter. “You were wrong, it’s roulette. Just like Alexi Ivanovich, you were gambling. Instead of money, with Leah’s detention time. I think I’ll double down on her punishment, just for how pitiful your attempt was.” Defeated, you leave the classroom before Miss Bullthrough’s mockery becomes too much to handle. //That was a miserable failure, and now I have to explain that to Leah// <<if $GrayBestie is 0 and $GrayLunchFail gte 1>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention]]\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gte 2>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention]]\ <<else>>[[12-3f<-Continue][$H to 16]]<</if>>

“Correct, he’s a big fan of poker. As is the general’s aunt. Next question.” “There’s more?” “Three questions seems to be enough to weed out a successful set of bluffs.” “What is the name of the protagonist in Kafka’s The Metamorphosis?” [[SC 16D Fail<-“George Samsa”][$SC16 to 7]] [[SC 16D<-“Gregor Samsa”][$SC16 to 6]] [[SC 16D Fail<-“Greg Samsa”][$SC16 to 7]] [[SC 16D Fail<-“Gregeth Samasa”][$SC16 to 7]]

<<set $SC16 to 8>>“HAHAHA! I knew it! You were bluffing all along! You’ve never paid attention in my class, have you? Anyone who has would immediately recognize Gregor Samsa as being the protagonist of The Metamorphosis. Nice try, $name , but better luck next time.” She dismisses you with the wave of her hand. For the torment her trial put you through, she seems much happier for it. //Damnit, I was so close! Not even 2 out of 3 is even for that woman, is it?// //Close doesn’t mean anything, and now I have to explain this to Leah// <<if $GrayBestie is 0 and $GrayLunchFail gte 1>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gte 2>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<else>>[[12-3f<-Continue][$H to 16]]<</if>>

<<set $SC16 to 9>>“Gregor Samsa, yes. You and him both have something in common, don’t you? A shared transformation. Though you’ve ended up much more beautiful than him.” //That’s the closest thing I’ve ever got to a compliment from her. If only I wasn’t being compared to a bug...// “Very well, $name , you’ve proven your point. I guess you do manage to pay attention, all whilst you’re staring at the legs of every girl around you. Regardless, I’ll forget about Leah’s detentions. Now leave, before I decide to test you some more.” Scurrying away, you’re mainly relieved to have a positive report to share with Leah, though a not small part of you is also pleasantly surprised that impressing Miss Bullthrough is possible, even if it seemed to be a Sisyphean task. <<if $GrayBestie is 0 and $GrayLunchFail gte 1>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gte 2>>[[12-3 Detention<-Go to detention][$H to 16]]\ <<else>>[[12-3f<-Continue][$H to 16]]<</if>>

Ail’s house thankfully isn’t a trek away. Each step of the short journey, your mind is obsessed with the peculiar request. //I get to have sex with someone? And that’s me doing them a favor?// Months ago, you would have given a testicle for an opportunity like this. Now, of course, your relationship to sex is dramatically different. Almost always, you’re on the receiving end of a strap on, or worse. She opens the door eagerly seconds after you knock. “Hi, $name , come in!” Ushering you inside, she’d offer to take your coat if you were wearing one. “Tea? Coffee? How’s your day been?” “Great.” You suspiciously answer. She’s frantic in her movement, and words. “Cool. I figure we could just chill here for a while, you know? Maybe watch a movie, talk about life, sports, whatever.” “You’re still nervous, aren’t you?” “Me? Nervous? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “So why don’t you want to begin right now?” “Doesn’t that seem a little impersonal? I hardly know you, and you expect to just open up my butt hole?” “You’re the one who asked for this.” “Yeah, but I thought you might be a little less transactional!” She nervously shouts. Sensing her unease, you place a hand on her arm. “Ail, it’s fine to be scared. That’s what practice is for. I’ve been in your position before - embarrassed to make a fool of myself. But once I relaxed, and embraced something that I wasn’t familiar with, I ended up having a lot of fun.” Slowly, a smile returns to her face. //I shouldn’t mention the fact that I only lost my virginity myself a few weeks ago.// “You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m just not used to thinking of my butt as a sexual thing. My entire life, nothing’s been inserted in it, and now something long, hard, and girthy is just supposed to burrow inside it?” “Isn’t it the same with your mouth? I’m sure you’re new to giving head too, right?” She nods her head. “And now you’re used to it, correct?” Again, her head moves up and down. “Exactly! Head’s fun to give, ain’t it? Anal is exactly the same!” “I suppose.” “So come, give me my strap on, and let me introduce you to the joys of anal sex.” Her smile grows wider. “Okay, let’s do it!” [[SC 17B<-Continue]]

Ail hands you the strap on, as well as a bottle of lube. Whilst she gets onto all fours on her bed, you struggle with the harness. “Is everything alright?” She inquires, not daring to peek over her shoulder. “Fine, just making sure I’m using enough lube.” “Oh. Right.” After struggling a while more, you eventually secure the dildo in place, and there’s a bizarre sense of pride about it. The fake cock is huge, probably around 8 inches. Your actual cock doesn’t come close to that, and it never did, even before it was kept in perpetual chastity. Perhaps if you were blessed with a cock this big, life would have been much different. You’d certainly have much more confidence. Maybe enough to have told your teacher to shove it the first time she forced you into a cage. Whilst you’re posturing with the strap on, and postulating over what could have been, Ail’s nerves are returning, so you prepare to be the top. “Okay, I’m ready!” Very carefully, you poke her butthole with the tip. “Ah!” She grunts. “Is that it? Did it go in?” “Not yet.” “Oh.” After she gets comfortable with the tip kissing her opening, you push it in a little, around the first inch. “Mmph. That hurts.” “Do you want me to stop?” “...no, keep going.” [img[Images/SC 17A.jpg]] Remaining slow, to a point almost of sarcasm, you begin thrusting the first half of the silicone cock inside of her. On the giving on end this for the first time, you only now appreciate how it gets easier after the few minute of thrusting. As the target hole gets more lubricated, and the skin is more comfortable being spread, it’s much easier. It’s like stepping through knee high grass. It does take effort at first, but the more you do it, the easier it becomes. “That…that’s not as bad as I thought it would be. Boy, it really doesn't feel that long at all.” “Only the first half is inside you.” “Oh. Are you going to put the rest in?” “Do you want me to?” Her moans take over, and they serve as the answer you need. Accelerating the rate of thrusts, you add a couple centimeters at a time, until you’re soon slamming the whole cock inside of her. A slapping sound is made from her ass cheeks hitting the base of the dildo, though they’re almost entirely eclipsed by Ail’s crescendoing moans. “Mmm, yes…YES!” As for you, you’re enjoying experiencing the pleasure of the fucker. Sad to say, it’s not as much fun as the the fuckee gets, but it’s still very pleasurable. Still, it is an alien sensation. [[SC 17C<-Continue]]

<<set $L to $L + 2>>\ Ail’s moans soon reach a climax, and the telltale way her body shivers, as well as how her anus clenches around the fake cock, alerts you to her orgasm. “OHHH! YES!” Despite your own lust, the experience doesn’t even come close to making you cum, which shouldn’t be a surprise, even if it disappointing. It’s not like your body is being physically stimulated. Your pleasure comes from witnessing the joy you’re giving Ail, which isn’t too different from your normal sex life. She pants in exhaustion, and unimpales herself from the dildo. “Mmph, that was so fun!” “So you’re not afraid of it anymore?” “Afraid? I can’t wait to do it again! If I’d known it was this fun, I would have done it months ago. Is it that much fun when you just masturbate anally?” “Well, th…” “And you weren’t even fucking me with a real cock! With an actual dick, one that’s warm, pointier, it’d be incredible!” Her smile takes a sudden drop. “Dammit! I’ll have to pretend that I’m still an anal virgin for my boyfriend.” “You mean - he doesn’t know that you were doing this today?” Ail shakes her head. “Why would he know about that?” “I figured you might have, you know…nevermind.” How foolish you were to expect sex to be honest. Unwittingly, you just helped her cheat on her boyfriend, and she she shrugs off your confusion, like you’re the one acting bizarrely. “I’m so excited; I think I’ll call my boyfriend right now to see if he wants to do the deed.” Ail shows you out of the house, though it takes until you’re almost out the door for either of you to recognize that the strapon is still around your waist. On the porch, you’re still in two minds about the whole experience. It’s empowering to have made someone orgasm - how many times can you actually say you've done that? Nevertheless, you did assist someone in committing adultery. Anal adultery, too. That has too be worst that normal adultery. The easy thing to do would be go home and forget about it. You’ve secured Ail’s vote, which is why you did this in the first place. But if she is going to invite her boyfriend over, then you can catch him by just waiting. It’s an embarrassing confession to make, but it might help you sleep easier. [[SC 17 Leave<-Leave]] [[SC 17 Tell<-Wait to confess]]

<<set $SC17 to 9>>\ Your morales have been severely reformed as of late, apparently. Maybe it’s because of your unique relationship to sex, or perhaps it’s because for pragmatic purposes - it’s doubtful that Ail would still care to vote for your proposal if you shared what happened with her boyfriend. Whatever the reasoning, it’s not your duty to alert everyone in the neighborhood to their partner’s unfaithfulness, even if you were the home wrecker in question. The walk home isnot a peaceful one. Whenever your conscious makes another objection, you have to suppress it. With every 3rd step comes a reminder that you don’t have to answer to anyone. Your choices are your own, and they don’t require justification. Miss Gilda’s many lessons on morality are particularly painful right now, but they too can be ignored when convenient. <<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return]]<</if>>

<<set $SC17 to 8>>\ It’s a stressful thing to commit to doing, but sometimes these types of defiant actions are necessary for a sound mind, especially when your morales have been violated for an extensive amount of time by numerous people. Unfortunately for Ail, she asked the wrong person to fuck her in the ass. You station yourself on the corner of the street, and keep a keen eye out for any men around your age, though he’s likely going to be sprinting, with a wide smile on his face if he were just asked to visit for anal sex. The wait goes on, and on, and on, and with each proceeding hour, the temptation to abandon your plan grows greater. Yet, you remain steadfast, and your patience is eventually rewarded. A young man, roughly your age, walks down the street, and you manage to intercept him a second before his hand knocks on Ail’s door. “Are you Ail’s boyfriend?” “What’s it to you?” “Ail and I, we had…” The front door opens up, and the cheater in question is both elated to see her partner, but confused at why you’re still around. “$name , why are you here?” You ignore her, keeping contact with the man. “She just cheated on you - with me.” “What?!” “$name , you’re so funny! Really, but you should leave now.” She stares at you, grabbing her boyfriend by the arm in an attempt to drag him in. “She gave me a strapon, and asked me to fuck her in the butt.” “Ail, what’s she talking about? Is this true?” “No!” She frantically screams. “This is my friend from Farrix. She’s a bit crazy is all, and doesn’t know when a joke has gone too far.” Ail turns to you. “Go home, and remember to take your meds.” “She told me how scared she was of having anal sex, and wanted to try with me first. That’s why she’s so willing to have it now.” The man’s confused demeanor soon breaks down into a stream of tears. “Ail, how could you do this?” “I didn’t, I swear!” He runs off, his sobs still audible even once he turns the corner. “Why would you do that?” “You’re the one committing adultery. You don’t get to critique me.” “Oh yeah? Well…screw you!” She slams the door with a heavy thud. Returning home, you’re proud of yourself, which is a rare feeling these days. Sadly, it’s going to make running into Ail at the student council much more awkward. <<if $Home is 0>>[[Room 0<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>[[Room 1/2<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>[[Room 3/4<-Return]]\ <<elseif $Home lte 6>>[[Room 5/6<-Return]]<</if>>

August is lingering near the school entrance, likely waiting for somebody. For you, that means a chance to pester her some more about voting for your proposal. “Hey August.” “$name , I’m surprised I can recognize you when you’re not whipping votes. Or is that what you’re here to do now?” “Are you saying you’d like to talk about my proposal?” “Not at all.” “That’s a shame, because you’d love it!” She stares at you in disbelief. “Really? Do you think it’s going to move me tears at just how creative you are? At how you’re going to improve the lives of the entire student body? Not gonna happen. You might as well move on.” “Claire told me you were once really passionate about changing the school. I understand it didn’t work out, but that’s no reason to give up trying, and you shouldn’t punish me just because you don’t care anymore!” She bursts out laughing. “Alright, then humor me. Just what is your proposal?” <<if $SC is 2>>“I want to make pants an option for the Farrix school uniform. Mandatory skirts are such an archaic idea that reinforces gender stereotypes.” “Wow.” August begins slow clapping. “What a transformative idea. That’s really going to change a lot, isn’t it? My day will look so much different when I can pick a pair of pants from my wardrobe instead of a skirt. What next? Are you going to make hats allowed too?” [[SC 18 Pants<-“It’s the first step to eliminating uniform all together.”][$SC18Talk to 1]] [[SC 18 Pants<-“It’s about making people more comfortable.”][$SC18Talk to 2]] [[SC 18 Pants<-“It’s about giving people more choice.”][$SC18Talk to 3]]\ \ \ <<elseif $SC is 3>>“I want to update the school uniform to be less restrictive. The current style is so constrictive, and can be so uncomfortable. Changing the design would be great for warmer months, and would encourage students to be much more open with their body.” “So you want to make it easier to get a view up our skirt? You really are a sissy, aren’t you?” You gasp in shock, but she hardly reacts. “Don’t panic; I really don’t care. I’m not going to tell the rest of the council. I keep tabs on all the students who join. I thought you were the guy from Miss $Gray ‘s class, but this confirms it.” [[SC 18 Short<-“It will give the students more confidence in their body.”][$SC18Talk to 1]] [[SC 18 Short<-“It’s going to give so much better upskirt shots.”][$SC18Talk to 2]] [[SC 18 Short<-“If you keep tabs on all the councilors, surely you must care.”][$SC18Talk to 3]]\ \ \ <<elseif $SC is 4>>“I want to change the school curriculum. We can all do math, it’s time for something more useful, like cooking classes, and esports lessons.” “You want to make us play games at school? That’s just going to make gaming less fun - then how are people going to relax at home? And cooking is redundant. If you can’t learn such a basic survival skill by now, then that’s just natural selection.” [[SC 18 Lesson<-“It’s not about being able to cook, it’s about being able make something great.”][$SC18Talk to 1]] [[SC 18 Lesson<-“Gaming isn’t just a hobby; it’s a way of life.”][$SC18Talk to 2]] [[SC 18 Lesson<-“Whether or not you like it, the rest of the student population will.”][$SC18Talk to 3]]\ <<elseif $SC is 5>>“I want to make the entire student body wear chastity belts.” August shakes her head in disbelief, but when you don’t confirm that it’s not joke, she deduces you’re genuine. “That’s insane. Utterly insane. Why would you want to do that?” [[SC 18 Chastity<-“Everyone is secretly a submissive. I want to help them realize that!”][$SC18Talk to 1]] [[SC 18 Chastity<-“It’s going to help people concentrate on their studies!”][$SC18Talk to 2]] [[SC 18 Chastity<-“Because my teacher keeps me in one!”][$SC18Talk to 3]]<</if>>

<<if $SC18Talk lte 2>><<set $SC18 to 8>>\ <<elseif $SC18Talk is 3>><<set $SC18 to 10>><</if>>\ \ <<if $SC18Talk is 1>>“It’s the first step to eliminating uniform all together.” “There’s no way you believe that an academy like this would let that happen.” “Not right now, but after the first few steps taken in this direction, they’ll have no choice.” “And they’ll notice the trend the moment you make a second proposal, and they’ll shut it down. Immediately. You’re just wasting your own time.” “But…” “Enough, $name , I’m not interested.”\ <<elseif $SC18Talk is 2>>“It’s about making people more comfortable.” “You’re forced to sit in classrooms for 8 hours per day, 5 days per week. You’re never going to be comfortable.” “But it’s something!” “Drops in an ocean.” “But…” “Enough, $name , I’m not interested.”\ <<elseif $SC18Talk is 3>>“It’s about giving people more choice.” “Choice?” She ponders the word for a minute. “Yeah, I suppose it would. As long as skirts would still be an option.” “Of course they would.” “I suppose that’s a good thing.” She reflects on the proposal for a while longer, and you don’t dare disturb her. “Alright, $name . I’ve have my doubts that you’ll be able to get a majority to agree to this, but I’ll vote for it.” “Great!” You’re tempted to hug her in relief, but that might scare her off, and undo your hard work.<</if>> After that, August wanders off in search of whatever friend she was waiting for, which you’re thankful for, not wanting an opportunity to test her patience. [[12-3f<-Return][$H to $H + 1]]

<<if $SC18Talk lte 2>><<set $SC18 to 8>>\ <<elseif $SC18Talk is 3>><<set $SC18 to 10>><</if>>\ \ <<if $SC18Talk is 1>>“It will give the students more confidence in their body.” “And how’s that?” “If they’re forced to show more of it off, they’ll be made to grow comfortable with having more of their legs seen, or their shoulders out.” “No, it won’t. It’s going to not bother half of the student body, so it’s pointless, and greatly throw off the other half. If you’re thrown in the deep end like that, you just get scared, and never want to go swimming again.” “But…” “Enough, $name , I’m not interested.”\ <<elseif $SC18Talk is 2>>“It’s going to give so much better upskirt shots.” “You say that like it’s a good thing.” //How did I ever think that would convince her?// Still, you might as well double down. “Hey, I’m sure plenty of girls enjoy peaking up a skirt, just like guys do. This would make life at school so much more fun for everyone. No longer will classmates have to wonder what color panties their classmates are wearing.” August shakes her head. “And to think, Claire actually thought you might be able to change the council’s luck around.” “But…” “Enough, $name , I’m not interested.”\ <<elseif $SC18Talk is 3>>“If you keep tabs on all the councilors, surely you must care.” August shakes her head. “But that doesn’t make sense. Even if you were just trying to protect the council’s reputation a little bit, that still shows your love for it.” She rolls her eyes. “It’s occasionally fun to see who Claire has let in. That’s all.” “Then have some more fun. See change happen at Farrix for the first time. Even if it’s something as small as a change to the uniform, that’s still going to be an interesting alteration to your day.” “What a persuasive argument, talking about your proposal like it’s only going to have a small effect.” Sighs ponders the idea for a moment. “Still, I suppose any amount of change can still be good. And after years of wearing the same uniform, perhaps wearing something a little more inspired would be a good mixup.” She turns to you, and the smile she wears gives you encouragement. Alright, I’ll vote for your proposal.” “Great!” You’re tempted to hug her in relief, but that might scare her off, and undo your hard work.<</if>> After that, August wanders off in search of whatever friend she was waiting for, which you’re thankful for, not wanting an opportunity to test her patience. [[12-3f<-Return][$H to $H + 1]]

<<if $SC18Talk lte 2>><<set $SC18 to 8>>\ <<elseif $SC18Talk is 3>><<set $SC18 to 10>><</if>>\ \ <<if $SCTalk is 1>>“It’s not about being able to cook, it’s about being able make something great.” “You sound like a TV chef.” “But don’t you agree?” “No. I don’t see how something can be great if it’s meant to be destroyed. Da Vinci didn’t stand back from the Mona Lisa, and decide to rip it up, did he?” “He might have with some of his other works.” “Then how great were they, really?” “But…” “Enough, $name , I’m not interested.”\ <<elseif $SCTalk is 2>>“Gaming isn’t just a hobby; it’s a way of life.” August bursts out laughing, and doesn’t consider apologizing for her mockery. “You sound so lame right now. “A way of life?” Is this some hybrid of monk philosophy and a gamer mindset?” “Clearly you don’t understand that gaming is more than just a casual interest! For some many people, it’s the reason they get up in the morning.” August’s laughter continues, and if anything, only get louder. “That’s pathetic. There’s more to life than just pressing buttons and moving sticks. If you really believed in how important it was, then why would you waste your time at the student council? Don’t you have more important things to be doing?” “I’m here so I can help spread the importance of gaming!” She has to wipe tears off her face. “Yeah, right. $name , I’m not interested. If Claire knew you were like this, then I have no clue why she’d let you in the council.” “But…” “Enough. My answer is no.”\ <<elseif $SC18Talk is 3>>“Whether or not you like it, the rest of the student population will.” “And what makes you so sure of that?” “Because I haven’t reclused myself from the school, like you have. I know that you cared about the council once upon a time, but those days are long gone. But if I want to pass this proposal, I need to do favors for people, and I need them to like me. That’s how I know what the girls here want, because if I don’t, then my proposal’s dead. You don’t have to care, but if you’re not going to, then you should leave the student council, because you’re a roadblock to anyone else who wants change.” August is silent for a long, long time. At first, you think she’s about to break down in tears. Then, you think she’s considering how to be hit you before you can raise a defense. In the end, she only utters a few words. “Alright. I’ll vote for your proposal.” “Great!” You’re tempted to hug her in relief, but that might scare her off, and undo your hard work.<</if>> After that, August wanders off in search of whatever friend she was waiting for, which you’re thankful for, not wanting an opportunity to test her patience. [[12-3f<-Return][$H to $H + 1]]

<<if $SC18Talk lte 2>><<set $SC18 to 8>>\ <<elseif $SC18Talk is 3>><<set $SC18 to 10>><</if>>\ \ <<if $SC18Talk is 1>>“Everyone is secretly a submissive. I want to help them realize that!” “Huh? Please explain your train of thought to arrive at that conclusion.” “Well, just speaking from personal experience, I never thought I’d be as submissive as I am. Chastity helped me realize that, and I’ve gotten so much pleasure because of it. I know that if the rest of the student body could experience chastity, for a day, or maybe a week, perhaps a month or two, they’d enjoy it!” “Even the dominant students?” “Yes!” “You’re out of your mind.” “But…” “Enough. My answer is no.”\ <<elseif $SC18Talk is 2>>“It’s going to help people concentrate on their studies!” “How, exactly?” “People can be so busy worried about trivial things, sometimes, right? You know, like relationships, sex, all that. Well, if they can’t have sex, they’ll eventually get used to it, and be able to dedicate much more time to learning.” “And how will it help people to stop spending time on relationships?” “Well…maybe people’s partners will get tired of the lack of sex, and they’ll leave. BAM! More time for studying!” “I see. And I suppose it’ll keep girls from masturbating all day long, won’t it?” “Exactly! So you think it’s a good idea?” “Oh, god no. It’s the worst idea that’s ever been put on paper in the student council, and there have been a //lot// of bad ones. But yours really is special. Not only is it special because of how hard it will be to pass, but if you do, miraculously, manage that, then it’s going to be incredibly unpopular with the entire student body. That’s a double whammy right there.” “And there’s nothing I can do to convince you?” August shakes her head.\ <<elseif $SC18Talk is 3>>“Because my teacher keeps me in one!” “Really?” You don’t even give the act a second thought, and pull up your skirt, slide down your undies, and show off the chastity cage underneath. Naturally, you immediately regret the decision, remembering that you’re largely perceived as a female, but August doesn’t have much reaction, positive or negative. She does, however, inspect it closer, and gives the cage a small shake to confirm it’s locked. “Your teacher keeps you in that?” You nod your head. “Which teacher?” “Miss $Gray .” “Miss $Gray ? Geez, that explains it. I’d heard some of the rumors about her, but I never thought they were anything more than that. Actually, this makes a lot of sense now.” She stands up straight again. “Still, I don’t see how locking the entire student populus in cages will fix your woes. Sharing the suffering won’t reduce your pain.” “Maybe, but it would make a little fairer, wouldn’t it?” “I don’t think a single girl here would agree.” “I might say you’re right, if they had to suffer with this for a day.” You look down at your caged member. August contemplates it for a moment, and since that could be considered progress, you don’t dare interrupt her. “It’s a stupid proposal - very stupid. But, that might be a good thing. If it passes, then the school board might disband the council. And if that doesn’t happen, then the student body will be so enraged by it, that there might be a surge of requests to join the council, and upheave the rule. So it’s either a final killing blow for the student council, or there will be a sudden explosion in interest. I’d much prefer the first, but anything is better than the current state of limbo that it is now.” “Are you saying…” “…yes. I’ll vote for your stupid proposal.” “Great!” You’re tempted to hug her in relief, but that might make her change her mind.<</if>> After that, August wanders off in search of whatever friend she was waiting for, which you’re thankful for, not wanting an opportunity to test her patience. [[12-3f<-Return][$H to $H + 1]]

[[Computer<-Return]] <<if $SCDays gt 1>>You have $SCDays days left to get the neccasary votes.\ <<elseif $SCDays is 1>>Today was your last day to get the neccasary votes.<</if>> <<if $SC1 is 0>>???-You still need to talk to this councilor.\ <<elseif $SC1 is 1>>Sally-You need to meet her at the mall (anytime).\ <<elseif $SC1 is 2>>Sally-Licking her feet ruined any hope of a vote for your proposal.\ <<elseif $SC1 is 10>>Sally-Will vote for your proposal.<</if>> <<if $SC2 is 0>>???-You still need to talk to this councilor.\ <<elseif $SC2 is 1>>Megan-You need to give her 50$.\ <<elseif $SC2 is 10>>Megan-Will vote for your proposal.<</if>> <<if $SC3 is 0>>??? and ???-You still need to talk to these councilors.\ <<elseif $SC3 is 1>>Danni and Daphne-You need to go on double date with them. Should be done on a weekend.\ <<elseif $SC3 is 10>>Danni and Daphne-Will vote for your proposal.<</if>> <<if $SC4 is 0 and visited("SC4")>>???-This councilor has no interest in talking to you.\ <<elseif $SC4 is 0>>???-You still need to talk to this councilor.\ <<elseif $SC4 is 1>>Bea-You need to look after her girlfriend. Should be done on a Friday.\ <<elseif $SC4 is 9>>Bea-You failed at babysitting for her.\ <<elseif $SC4 is 10>>Bea-Will vote for your proposal.<</if>> <<if $SC5 is 0>>???-You still need to talk to this councilor.\ <<elseif $SC5 is 1 and $Home is 1>>Felicity-You need to steal her book back from $Ash . Should be done by meeting $Ash after school.\ <<elseif $SC5 is 1 and $Home is 2>>Felicity-You need to steal her book back from Mistress $Ash . Should be done by meeting Mistress $Ash after school.\ <<elseif $SC5 is 1 and $Home lte 4>>Felicity-You need to steal her book back from $Ash . It should be somewhere in the house.\ <<elseif $SC5 is 9>>Felicity-You’ve retrieved her book, and now need to return it.\ <<elseif $SC5 is 10>>Felicity-Will vote for your proposal.<</if>> <<if $SC6 is 0 and visited("SC6")>>Samantha-This councilor has no interest in talking to you.\ <<elseif $SC6 is 0>>???-You still need to talk to this councilor.\ <<elseif $SC6 lte 3>>Samantha-You might be able to break through her stubbornness if you speak to her more.\ <<elseif $SC6 is 6>>Samantha-Her vote isn’t worth it.\ <<elseif $SC6 is 10>>Alyssa-Will vote for your proposal.<</if>> <<if $SC7 is 0>>???-You still need to talk to this councilor.\ <<elseif $SC7 lte 6>>Jessica-Wants you to appease Miss $Gray for a full week.\ <<elseif $SC7 gt 8>>Jessica-Will vote for your proposal.<</if>> <<if $SC8 is 0>>???-You still need to talk to this councilor.\ <<elseif $SC8 is 2>>Kylie-Talking to her more might grant you a chance to persuade her.\ <<elseif $SC8 is 4>>Kylie-Forgetting her name destroyed your chance at a vote.\ <<elseif $SC8 is 10>>Kylie-Will vote for your proposal.<</if>> <<if $SC9 is 0>>???-You still need to talk to this councilor.\ <<elseif $SC9 is 1>>Lilith-Wants you to come to Farrix dressed like a slut on a Friday. Fishnets and boots are a minimum.\ <<elseif $SC9 is 10>>Lilith-Will vote for your proposal.<</if>> <<if $SC10 is 0>>???-You still need to talk to this councilor.\ <<elseif $SC10 is 1>>Cassie-She seemed preoccupied when you spoke before. Maybe finding her outside of the school setting will help you talk to her.\ <<elseif $SC10 is 2>>Cassie-After failing a speech check, she has no interest in engaging with you.\ <<elseif $SC10 is 10>>Cassie-Will vote for your proposal.<</if>> <<if $SC11 is 0>>???-You still need to talk to this councilor.\ <<elseif $SC11 lte 5>>Miranda-Wants you to tidy up her bedroom.\ <<elseif $SC11 lte 10>>Miranda-Wants you to tidy up her kitchen.\ <<elseif $SC11 lte 15>>Miranda-Wants you to tidy up her garage.\ <<elseif $SC11 is 20>>Miranda-Will vote for your proposal.<</if>> <<if $SC12 is 0>>???-You still need to talk to this councilor.\ <<elseif $SC12 is 1>>Liara-Wants you to strip for her boyfriend on Wednesday.\ <<elseif $SC12 is 8>>Liara-Not appearing for her partner’s party is a nail in the coffin of her vote.\ <<elseif $SC12 is 9>>Liara-Wasn’t impressed enough with your efforts to strip to vote for your proposal.\ <<elseif $SC12 is 10>>Liara-Will vote for your proposal.<</if>> <<if $SC13 is 0>>???-You still need to talk to this councilor.\ <<elseif $SC13 is 10>>Zoe-Will vote for your proposal.\ <<elseif $SC13 is 9>>Zoe-She is too afraid of upsetting $Jen to vote for your proposal.<</if>> <<if $SC14 is 0>>???-You still need to talk to this councilor.\ <<elseif $SC14 is 1>>Kate-Wants you to cook at her house on Saturday.\ <<elseif $SC14 is 8>>Kate-No showing her dinner party ruined any chance of getting her vote.\ <<elseif $SC14 is 9>>Kate-Cooking the meal you did is a complicated way of sabotaging a vote.\ <<elseif $SC14 is 10>>Kate-Will vote for your proposal.<</if>> <<if $SC15 is 0>>???-You still need to talk to this councilor.\ <<elseif $SC15 is 1>>Shauna-She seems to be disinterested, at least, at school.\ <<elseif $SC15 is 10>>Shauna-Will vote for your proposal.<</if>> <<if $SC16 is 0>>???-You still need to talk to this councilor.\ <<elseif $SC16 is 1>>Leah-She wants you to persuade Miss Bullthrough to write off her detentions. You can speak to her after your lesson on Wednesdays.\ <<elseif $SC16 is 8>>Leah-After making Miss Bullthrough double down on her detentions, Leah would rather read a dictionary than vote for you.\ <<elseif $SC16 gte 9>>Leah-Will vote for your proposal.<</if>> <<if $SC17 is 0>>???-You still need to talk to this councilor.\ <<elseif $SC17 is 1>>Ail-Wants you to fuck her in the ass. Can be done anytime.\ <<elseif $SC17 is 8>>Ail-Ruining her relationship simultaneously ruined your chance at an extra vote.\ <<elseif $SC17 gte 9>>Ail-Will vote for your proposal.<</if>> <<if $SC18 is 0>>???-You still need to talk to this councilor.\ <<elseif $SC18 is 1>>August-She might be less despondent if you can find her outside of the classroom settting.\ <<elseif $SC18 is 8>>August-After failing a speech check, she can’t persuaded to vote for your proposal.\ <<elseif $SC18 is 10>>August-Will vote for your proposal.<</if>>

<<set $SCTotal to 1>>\ <<if $SC1 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC2 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC3 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 2>><</if>>\ <<if $SC4 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC5 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC6 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC7 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC8 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC9 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC10 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC11 is 20>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC12 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC13 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC14 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC15 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC16 gt 9>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC17 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SC18 is 10>><<set $SCTotal to $SCTotal + 1>><</if>>\ \ <<if $SCTotal lt 5>>Claire lethargically walks over to you before you can make it through the entrance. This is the first time you’ve seen her lugubrious like this, and quickly doing the math in your head, it’s easy to figure why. “$name , hello. Today would have been the day we would have been presenting our proposal to the school board.” She sighs. “Not that you care. Frankly, I don’t understand why you’d bother joining in the first place. I actually thought you’d make a difference - be the change that we desperately needed. But after this failure, I don’t know if we can do anything anymore.” Claire looks past you, off into the sky. “I gave it all I could, but I can’t keep deluding myself. The council’s dead. There’s no hope for us now. But I’m not going to let us die slowly anymore. Effective immediately, as the president of the Farrix Academy for Girls student council, I dissolve the council.” She meanders off through the entrance, perhaps dead inside, perhaps happy to have a weight of her chest. You, meanwhile, can take the blame, or credit, for her retirement, and the dissolution of the entire student council. Like Claire said, it’s not like you cared.\ <<elseif $SCTotal lt 10>>Claire lethargically walks over to you before you can make it through the entrance. This is the first time you’ve seen her lugubrious like this, and quickly doing the math in your head, it’s easy to figure why. “$name , hello. Today would have been the day we would have been presenting our proposal to the school board.” She sighs. “You gave it a shot, I suppose. Hell, you had more success than the last go someone here had. In the end, though, it’s meaningless. We’re not even close to the votes we needed.” Claire looks past you, off into the sky. “I gave it all I could, but I can’t keep deluding myself. The council’s dead. There’s no hope for us now. But I’m not going to let us die slowly anymore. Effective immediately, as the president of the Farrix Academy for Girls student council, I dissolve the council.” She meanders off through the entrance, perhaps dead inside, perhaps happy to have a weight of her chest. You, meanwhile, can take the blame, or credit, for her retirement, and the dissolution of the entire student council. Your half assed effort, ironically, did achieve something, only, not what you set out to do.\ <<elseif $SCTotal lt 15>>Claire lethargically walks over to you before you can make it through the entrance. This is the first time you’ve seen her lugubrious like this, and quickly doing the math in your head, it’s easy to figure why. “$name , hello. Today would have been the day we would have been presenting our proposal to the school board.” She sighs, hugging you, though you’re unsure who she’s trying to comfort. “You came close, closer than anyone has done in a long time. I really thought we had a shot with you, given your //unique// time at this place, but maybe that was a curse for the council, as well as you.” She stares off into the distance. “I do appreciate you efforts, but the best thing for us is to go back to the drawing board. If we’ve got any chance as a group, it’s to cut the dead weight. As much as it breaks my heart to say, I think your presence might be a detriment. You being a sissy was never an issue for me, but for some of the other council members, it might be.” She solemnly looks at you. “Please don’t take it personally, but I think it’d be for the best if you vacated your seat at the council.” She maintains eye contact like she’s going to continue talking, but changes her mind, and instead marches inside the entrance. For you, it’s a shame to see all that effort go to waste, but it was a successful distraction from the rest of your life.\ <<else>>Claire dashes up to you before you can make it to through the entrance. Her face is lit up like the sky on July 4th, and her frantic breathing speaks to a nervous excitement - a complete 180 from her usual, restrained demeanor. She places a hand on your arm, and marches you through the Farrix corridors. “Oh man, this is actually happening, isn’t it? I’m really not dreaming? I’m beginning to feel that third cup of coffee now, but can you blame me? This is the closest we’ve come to passing a proposal in years. Years! And it’s all thanks to you.” She steers you down corridors you never even knew existed. And when you finally do stop, you’re outside of a single door placed at the end of a corridor. “Principle’s office” identifies it as the most important room in the building, though you’re only now realizing you’re clueless as to who the principle is. Claire begins checking her makeup and hair in her phone’s camera. “I look alright, right? We really need him to like us.” “Why are you so nervous? After all we’ve done, it’s not like he can just rip up the proposal right in front of us, can he?” She shakes her head. “No. But this is about setting the stage for the future. If he likes us, then he’ll be more likely to trust us, and maybe give the council back some of its power. The only person who could withdraw the proposal now is you.” “Me?” “You’re the one sponsoring it, after all.” Claire removes a folder from her bag and hands it you, before approaching the door. “I’ll butter him up a bit first, then introduce you. Wish me luck!” She grits her teeth before entering the office.<</if>> <<if $SCTotal lt 15>>[[12-3a<-Continue][$SCFinal to 6, $SC1 to 100, $SC2 to 100, $SC3 to 100, $SC4 to 100, $SC5 to 100, $SC6 to 100, $SC7 to 100, $SC8 to 100, $SC9 to 100, $SC10 to 100, $SC11 to 100, $SC12 to 100, $SC13 to 100, $SC14 to 100, $SC15 to 100, $SC16 to 100, $SC17 to 100, $SC18 to 0]]\ <<else>>[[SC End 2<-Wait][$SC1 to 100, $SC2 to 100, $SC3 to 100, $SC4 to 100, $SC5 to 100, $SC6 to 100, $SC7 to 100, $SC8 to 100, $SC9 to 100, $SC10 to 100, $SC11 to 100, $SC12 to 100, $SC13 to 100, $SC14 to 100, $SC15 to 100, $SC16 to 100, $SC17 to 100, $SC18 to 0]]<</if>>

If Claire is “buttering up” the principle, then she must be churning the butter fresh, because the wait goes on, and on, and threatens to never end. If your own nerves weren’t distracting you, there might be cause to run away, but doing that would be both selfish, and pointless. You’ve spent hours, maybe even days (cumulatively), working on passing your proposal. Throwing it all away at this point would take a mighty good reason. The wait continues. It’s as you’re slumped down on the ground, twiddling your thumbs, that <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> rounds the corner, and her eyes immediately lock with yours. <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>“There you are.” She exclaims. “Claire told me you were going to be busy, and I immediately thought you’d gotten yourself into some trouble. How wrong I was. In fact, I’m quite proud of you. You’ve really committed yourself to the student council, and now you get to see your vision come to life. It’s a very rewarding thing, and I’m glad you’ve seen it through to the end.” She glances at the folder on your lap. “May I?” She doesn’t wait for an answer before picking it up, and inspecting the document inside.\ <<else>>“There you are.” She exclaims. “Shouldn’t you be in lesson right now?” “Shouldn’t you be teaching that lesson right now?” You immediately regret allowing the words to slip out of your mouth, but Miss $Gray must be in a good mood, because she doesn’t linger on them. “When I suggested you join the council, I didn’t envisage you actually achieving much. They’d all but had an obituary in the paper. The fact that you managed to accomplish something is…surprising.” She spies the folder on your lap. “May I?” You immediately clutch the folder defensively, but she overpowers you. “Relax. //I’m// not going to do anything with it.”<</if>> Opening it up, the only document inside is a very formal looking sheet. The school’s crest is on the top right, with a body featuring the signatures of all the councilors you “persuaded”. <<if $SC is 2>>““A proposal to end gendered clothing at Farrix Academy for Girls”?” She grunts. “I suppose I should have expected something like this from you.”\ <<elseif $SC is 3>>““A proposal to make the school Farrix Academy for Girls uniform more free”? Sounds like someone is still after them upskirt shots.” She rolls her eyes.\ <<elseif $SC is 4>>““A proposal to modernize the Farrix Academy for Girls curriculum”? Not very inspired, but you did get the votes needed.”\ <<elseif $SC is 5>>““A proposal to…chastize everyone?”” She views you with almost a look of concern. “Why on earth would you want to do that?”<</if>> [[SC End 3<-Continue]]

<<if $GrayBestie is 1 and $SC is 2>>$Gray2 reflects on your proposal further. “Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s a nice idea. It certainly makes a lot of sense. But is this really what you’ve been working on for the past month? There’s so many more worthwhile things that deserve your time.” “It’s a long overdue change. Surely you agree with me.” $Gray2 sways her head from side to side in a display of uncertainty. “Honestly, $name , no. I don’t think it’s a good idea.” “How could you possibly think that?” “Because I know what this school is like, and I know what effect this change will have.” “Yes, it’s going to make the student here feel much freer!” “It’s not just about that, $name . Farrix Academy for Girls is part of a larger organization. There’s several learning institutions that have to answer to the same people we do. If there’s a change at one of those schools, what do you think is going to happen when another hears about it?” “There’s going to be more cry for change.” “Exactly!” “You don’t think that’s a good thing?” “It’s not about what I want.” She leans down and whispers into your ear. “It doesn’t set a good precedent for the organization to be changing so much. If anything, it makes them look bad.” “That’s their fault for being so far behind the times.” $Gray2 sighs. “$name , if you’re going to be so difficult, let me put it this way: the board //really// doesn’t want this proposal passed. The only person who can stop it now is you, and I’ve been asked to //persuade// you. So if a handjob can’t convince you, then I don’t know what will.” “You’re willing to give me a handjob if I…rip the proposal up?” “If that’s what it’ll take.”\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 0 and $SC is 2>>Miss $Gray reflects on your proposal further. “What a shame that you’d waste so much time on something so meaningless. How much time did you put into this passing this? A month? Just so a couple of girls can choose to wear pants. How meaningful! I should have never let you join in the first place. Activities like these have only distracted you from your sissy training.” “With your permission or not, I’ve got all the votes we needed. We’re passing this proposal regardless of what you think.” “Your time as a councilor has inflated your ego, $name . Whether you’re holding a document like this, or a hard cock, you’re still a sissy. And as such, you’re still beneath me, and everyone else here.” She sighs. “But if you’re persistent on passing this waste of paper, then fine. If you rip it up right now, I’ll give you a handjob.” “A handjob?” You’re perplexed. For something so meaningless, she sure cares a lot. “Why?” “It doesn’t matter. What does matter is your sexual pleasure, right? We both know your needs have gone ignored for so long. Let me resolve them for you.”\ \ \ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1 and $SC is 3>>$Gray2 reflects on your proposal further. “Even with all your training, a part of your masculine self remains. That must be true, otherwise why would you want to sluttify the school uniform?” “To make the girls here feel more free.” “Pah!” She laughs. “If you’re going to go with that reasoning, why not go all the way, and make the school uniform policy be entirely naked? We both know this a convuleted way to ensure you get more panty shots throughout the day. Even if you’re made to wear them yourself, you’re still obsessed with them, like the pervert you are. I applaud your effort to make your fantasy a reality, but you don’t have to lie to me about your reasoning.” “If you’re really proud of me, then you could be a little more positive.” She drops the document on your lap. “A lot of work did go into making this, but it’s all for nothing. I want you to rip it up.” “What?!” “You heard me.” “But why? You can’t seriously expect me to do that after everything I’ve done to get those signatures.” “Why not? It’s been very easy to sway you in the past.” “But why do you care so much? This hardly affects you.” $Gray2 sighs, rolling her eyes. “Yes, it does.” She leans over and whispers in your ear. “Farrix Academy for Girls, it’s part of a larger body of learning institutes. How do you think this school will look when the uniforms look like something fresh out of a porno? Not good. And what do you think happens when it doesn’t look good? Budgets are cut, and changes are made.” “You sound like they board themselves asked you to do this.” “Think whatever you want of my motivations. But if you won’t listen to my request, then perhaps you’ll listen to my offer. Tear it up, right now, and I’ll give you a handjob.” “You’d really do that?” “Just think about it - when was the last time you had a handjob? When was the last time anyone touched your clitty? We both know you want this. You don’t need to punish yourself anymore, $name .”\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 0 and $SC is 3>>Miss $Gray reflects on your proposal further. “What a shame that you’d waste so much time on something so meaningless. How much time did you put into this passing this? A month? And just for your own selfish desires. I should have never let you join in the first place. Activities like these have only distracted you from your sissy training.” “With your permission or not, I’ve got all the votes we needed. We’re passing this proposal regardless of what you think.” “Your time as a councilor has inflated your ego, $name . Whether you’re holding a document like this, or a hard cock, you’re still a sissy. And as such, you’re still beneath me, and everyone else here.” She sighs. “But if you’re persistent on passing this waste of paper, then fine. If you rip it up right now, I’ll give you a handjob.” “A handjob?” You’re perplexed. For something so meaningless, she sure cares a lot. “Why?” “It doesn’t matter. What does matter is your sexual pleasure, right? We both know your needs have gone ignored for so long. Let me resolve them for you.” \ \ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1 and $SC is 4>>$Gray2 reflects on your proposal further. “I know you’re not the biggest fan of Miss Bullthrough, but do you really think changing the school curriculum is healthiest way to solve that problem?” “It’s about more than me. A modernized timetable will be great for making students actually enjoy being here.” “Learning should be rewarding, not fun.” “Why can’t it be both?” $Gray2 shakes her head. “You’re ignoring my point.” “Why are you so opposed to this?” “Your failure to understand the importance of this is exactly why the student council should have been disbanded years ago. The cooks are in charge of helming the ship, whilst the captains are forced to put up with them. There is a lot more at stake here than just going to room 108 instead of 44. Let’s say you have an “e sports class” instead of math. There will be less need for math teachers. They’ll be fired, and that’s because of you.” “You’re really saying that’s my fault?” “Not to mention the fact that a change at Farrix will inspire change across the city. Before you know it, hundreds of teachers are working at fast food restaurants, just because of your silly little proposal.” “Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?” “I think I’m being prophetic. You’ve not even thought through the consequences of your actions, have you?” She drops the document on your lap. “Rip it up.” “What?!” “You heard me.” “You can’t seriously expect me to do that after everything I’ve done to get those signatures.” “I can, because I know you. And if the truth isn’t enough to make you change your mind, let me put something else on the table. Tear it up right now, and I’ll give you a handjob.” “You’d really do that?” “Just think about it - when was the last time you had a handjob? When was the last time anyone touched your clitty? We both know you want this. You don’t need to punish yourself anymore, $name .”\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 0 and $SC is 4>>Miss $Gray reflects on your proposal further. “What a shame that you’d waste so much time on something so meaningless. You don’t like Miss Bullthrough, so you insist on ruining everyone’s timetable. I always knew you were selfish, but this is a new low. She sighs. “I should have never let you join in the first place. Activities like these have only distracted you from your sissy training.” “With your permission or not, I’ve got all the votes we needed. We’re passing this proposal regardless of what you think.” “Your time as a councilor has inflated your ego, $name . Whether you’re holding a document like this, or a hard cock, you’re still a sissy. And as such, you’re still beneath me, and everyone else here.” She sighs. “But if you’re persistent on passing this waste of paper, then fine. If you rip it up right now, I’ll give you a handjob.” “A handjob?” You’re perplexed. For something so meaningless, she sure cares a lot. “Why?” “It doesn’t matter. What does matter is your sexual pleasure, right? We both know your needs have gone ignored for so long. Let me resolve them for you.” \ \ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1 and $SC is 5>>$Gray2 reflects on your proposal further. “What kind of sick justice is this? You don’t like how I made you wear a chastity cage, so now everyone else has to?” “If you’re okay with doing it to me, then don’t pretend you have a problem doing it to anyone else.” $Gray2 rolls her eyes, and her hands wave about in an exaggerated manner. “You cannot equate the two. I have told you how I was MADE to make you wear that. Putting it on me is entirely unfair.” “And I suppose you couldn’t say no?” “No, I couldn’t! Maybe one day I’ll be able to explain why to you, but not right now. What you’re trying to do with this proposal is spread the suffering, but it won’t work like that. It won’t make you feel better, it’ll just make everyone around you feel worse.” “You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t find what you’re saying particularly convincing.” She leans over and whispers into your ear. “I’m sorry, $name . I am. Sorry for the cage, sorry for the sissification, everything. But this proposal won’t turn back time.” “Is it really the students you care about, or were you told to talk to me by whoever wanted you to make me a sissy in the first place?” “I have morales, you know.” She scratches the back of her neck. “And the school isn’t exactly fond the idea, either, and can you blame them?” “So that’s who you’re speaking for, not yourself.” “$name , you’re right to be angry, but please, don’t do to others what you wouldn’t want to do to yourself.”\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 0 and $SC is 5>>Miss $Gray reflects on your proposal further. “I know you like me, but it seems like you’re really trying to be me.” She laughs. “Ordinarily I’d say that I don’t care what happens to the student body. When they’re the ones in power, they can make the rules. But I don’t think you’re truly thought through this. Let’s say that I would let you go without the chastity cage, and that your sissy training was over. If you passed this proposal, then you’d have to wear a cage anyway.” “We both know you’re never going to let me take it off.” “You say that so confidently. One day I might change my mind.” Though she appears like she has confidence what she’s saying, you can’t help but look at her like she were trying to sell you on cryptocurrency. “I’ll believe that when I see it.” Miss $Gray sighs. “I should have never let you join the council in the first place. Activities like these have only distracted you from your sissy training.” “With your permission or not, I’ve got all the votes we needed. We’re passing this proposal regardless of what you think.” “Your time as a councilor has inflated your ego, $name . Whether you’re holding a document like this, or a hard cock, you’re still a sissy. And as such, you’re still beneath me, and everyone else here.” She rolls her eyes. “Alright then. If you’re so confident that I’m never going to let you out, allow me to prove you wrong. Rip up the document right now, and I’ll give you a handjob.” “You’d really do that?” “Just think about it - when was the last time you had a handjob? When was the last time anyone touched your clitty? We both know you want this. You don’t need to punish yourself anymore, $name .”<</if>> [[SC End Rip<-Rip up the proposal]] [[SC End No<-Decline her offer]]

A wicked grin forms on her face, one which almost makes you regret your decision. It seems like no matter what you do, <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> is bound to get her way. Her hands place the document in yours. “Go ahead, before I change my mind.” She chuckles, like she were getting the better end of the deal. Were you not so desperate, saying “no” to her wouldn’t take any thought. But she knows exactly what she’s doing by preying on your vulnerability. It’s exactly what you’ve come to expect from her. Her waiting, arms crossed, makes it clear that you have to fulfill your end of the bargain first, and with a final regretful sigh of your manipulatable tendencies, fill the silent corridor with the characteristic tearing of paper. Your proposal, which took weeks to get the necessary votes, lies in 2 pieces on either side of you. Days of work undone in a single second. <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> breathes a sigh of relief, though she attempts to disguise it behind a cough. “Good sissy. You know your place, don’t you? It’s not in a council, it’s in a glory hole, two men either side of you.” “Can I just have my handjob now?” Claire’s still oblivious to your betrayal, but guilt still plagues you regardless. “Very well. But remember this moment, $name . It’ll probably be the last handjob you’ll ever receive.” She takes charge, as typical, pulling down your skirt and underwear, allowing access to your caged clitty. It unlocks only once she interacts with her phone, and the faintly familiar feeling of your member being able to come to life hits you like a brick. Neither of you blink about the fact that anyone could witness what is going on. <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> begins slowly massaging it to life, and even that feels heavenly, despite it still being flaccid. Perhaps being perpetually contained in a metal/plastic contraption made it believe moments like these would never come. <<if $Pills gt 12>><<set $Impotent to 1>>Your teacher continues jerking your clit, but it’s certainly taking longer than it used to. Even after a minute of masterful strokes, it refuses to perk up. “Wha…why won’t it get hard? What did your cage do?” She cackles. “This wasn’t the cage’s doing. It would have taken years of permanent chastity to achieve a fraction of this result. No, your impotence must have came from something else?” ““Impotence?!” “How many of $Ash ‘s pills have you taken?” She takes a quick glance at your breasts. “Nevermind, don’t answer that. That kind of “medication” tends to have emasculating effects like this. Didn’t she warn you about that?” “NO!” Your teacher shrugs her shoulders. “Oh well.” She feigns concern. “It should hardly be a surprise.” “Is it reversible?” “No, especially if you’re going to be perpetually chastized.” //This can’t be happening…// “Try to cheer up - now you can concentrate on receiving pleasure as a sissy. We both know that’s best for you, anyway.” She locks on the chastity cage, and you don’t have the heart to stop her. After that, she doesn’t pay any more acknowledgement to your pain, and instead marches away, presumably back to lesson. She got what she wanted, while you got a lot more than you bargained for. //I’m impotent?// You sit in silence, contemplating what happened to your life. [[SC End Rip 2<-Continue]]\ <<else>>Though erections are largely a thing of your past, it doesn’t take long for your member to recall what it’s supposed to do. Within just 10 seconds of first contact, it’s growing and hardening, and not 30 more seconds later, it’s standing at full strength. “I’m surprised she can even get stiff still.” Your teacher snides, speeding up the movement of her hand. Just because she agreed to do this, doesn’t mean she has to maximize your pleasure. Each jerk, from tip to base, feels heavenly - who knew you could miss something this much? “What are you thinking about right now, $name ? Is it the thought of pleasing a man? Being ridiculed and publicly humiliated? I’d be so disappointed if you’re still think about women, in any capacity.” Truth be told, you’re hardly thinking at all. Some experiences don’t need an accompanying train of thought. This is one of those. <</if>> <<if $Impotent is 0 and $GrayBestie is 1>>The handjob inevitably comes to an end, and though you did lose track of time, it’s hard to believe you lasted longer than 5 minutes. $Gray2 pulls your panties up to catch the semen, which is a disappointingly small load considering how long you’ve gone without jerking off. She doesn’t ruin the moment by forcing you to lick up the semen, or anything similar, though having the gooey cream in your panties for several hours before it dries up is sure to be distracting. $Gray2 locks on the cage once more, and you’re still elsewhere mentally, so don’t pay any mind to her actions. “I appreciate what you did, $name . But don’t expect me to be making any offers like this anytime soon. Have fun explaining this to Claire.” [[SC End Rip 2<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Impotent is 0 and $GrayBestie is 0>>The handjob inevitably comes to an end, and though you did lose track of time, it’s hard to believe you lasted longer than 5 minutes. Miss $Gray pulls your panties up to catch the semen, which is a disappointingly small load considering how long you’ve gone without jerking off. She doesn’t ruin the moment by forcing you to lick up the semen, or anything similar, though having the gooey cream in your panties for several hours before it dries up is sure to be distracting. Miss $Gray locks on the cage once more, and you’re still elsewhere mentally, so don’t pay any mind to her actions. “Have fun explaining this to Claire.” After her final remark, she disappears out of your sight. [[SC End Rip 2<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> heaves a heavy sigh at realizing you won’t relent on this. It’s satisfying to finally have some power over her, though she naturally won’t allow you to revel in the feeling. “If you’re holding out in the hopes that I’ll spice up the offer and put a blowjob, or sex, on the table, then you’re as wrong as you are stupid. This is your last chance, $name . Good money says this is the last handjob you’ll ever get.” You remain silent, internally giggling at her rising frustration. “Very well. Enjoy being chaste for the foreseeable future, and years after that.” She turns around, and begins to walk away, only to spitefully deliver another taunt. <<if $SC is 2>>“Just in case you needed it spelling out, just because the girls here will be able to wear pants, doesn’t mean you can. Your personal uniform remains. It’s a skirt for you, whether you like it or not. And I think your days as a part of the student council are a thing of the past. A sissy like you is too stupid to multitask, and we can’t let your training fall behind.”<<else>>“Your days as part of the student council are over. A sissy like you is too stupid to multitask, and we can’t let your training fall behind.”<</if>> She marches away, leaving you in peace once more. Claire’s sucking up to the principle threatens to go on forever, though she eventually giddily beckons you inside the office. [[SC End Office<-Continue]]

<<set $SCFinal to 6>>\ <<set $SC to 6>>\ You’re still on the floor, wondering if your crude transaction was really worth it. Is any form of pleasure really worth betraying the entire council for, especially when the pleasure you got proved particularly ethereal? Claire might have gave you a hand, but ultimately, the proposal being passed was all because of you. Don’t you have the right to tear it up? Do you owe her anything, or anyone else in the council? Such philosophical conundrums plague you until you’re stirred out of your reflections by the principle’s door opening. “He’s ready, $name . Come…on……in.” Clarie stares in disbelief at the torn sheet of paper beside you, immediately understanding what it is. She collapses to her knees right next to you. Her head sinks into two cupped hands, and she sobs uncontrollably. “Why?! Why would you do this? After all the work you put in, all the arms you had to pull, favors done, everything - and you tear it up now?” You shrug your shoulders, not offering any explanation. It’s hard to believe the truth would improve things anyway. “After all this, you’re just going to give me the silent treatment? I trusted you, $name . I really thought you were the one to turn our luck around, but you’re the worst thing to ever happen to the council.” She pulls her body off the floor, wiping the tears out of her eyes with a sleeve. “I can’t keep doing this. Everytime my hopes get lifted, I end up disappointed. I’d kick you out of the council, but my heart will just be broken again in the future.” She reflectively stares of into the distance. “Effective immediately, the school council is disbanded. I hope you’re proud of yourself.” She runs away, still attempting to hold back her tears. <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> took advantage of your lust to get her way, and you’re left feeling appropriately used. But there’s no point in regretting your actions. After an hour of feeling sorry for yourself, you take a slow walk to your next lesson. <<if $Home lte 2>>[[18-b<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<if $SC is 2>><<set $SCFinal to 2>><</if>>\ <<if $SC is 3>><<set $SCFinal to 3>><</if>>\ <<if $SC is 4>><<set $SCFinal to 4>><</if>>\ <<if $SC is 5>><<set $SCFinal to 5>><</if>>\ <<set $SC to 6>>\ \ [img[Images/SC Final.jpg]] After all the suffering you’ve been caused at Farrix Academy for Girls, it’d be natural to have built up an image of the principle as a draconian individual who rules with an iron fist. Even earlier today, when you were reminded that such a figure would have to exist, you weren’t sure of what to expect from them. Maybe not knowing what they were like, despite being a Kafkaesque nightmare, would be for the best. However, of all the characters you were suspecting to call this office their place of work, like a witch, a money hungry capitalist, a gargoyle, or maybe even just a man who craved to see his students turned into sissies, the one sat at the mighty desk is hardly what you envisaged. Leaning back in his chair, the principle welcomes you in. “Claire has told me great things about you.” He slowly rises to shake your hand - his old, wrinkly hand, which is much like his face, and not dissimilar to his gray haircut attempting to hide encroaching baldness. At a guess, you’d say he were at least 70. “Tell me, $name , who is your tutor?” He inquires, in a predictably slow way where you can formulate the answer before he’s even done asking the question. “Miss $Gray .” “Miss $Gray , ahh.” He turns to Claire. “Is she new here?” “I think she’s been here about a year, Mr Walker.” “Oh. Well, she ought to be very proud to have you under her tutelage. Claire tells me you worked tirelessly to pass your proposal.” The council president glances at the desk, encouraging you to place the document down. “I couldn’t have done it without her help.” He takes the document and skims it over. <<if $SC is 2>>““End the tyranny of gendered clothing?” I suppose that’s the way the world is going; how things have changed in my lifetime.”\ <<elseif $SC is 3>>““The removal of restrictive uniforms?” What a capital idea. We wouldn’t want anything to distract from the learning, would we?”\ <<elseif $SC is 4>>““Modernizing the school curriculum?” What a capital idea. Shaking the timetable up a bit will make everyone a little more excited to learn.”\ <<elseif $SC is 5>>““Add chastity belts to the school uniform?”” He shrugs his shoulders. “I didn’t think the school skirt had belt loops, but I suppose if it passed through the student council, it must be important.”<</if>> He signs the bottom of the document, and places it on a shelf. “I’ll make sure the staff and student body are informed by the end of the day.” “Excellent.” Claire, practically giggling with excitement, replies. “Perhaps we could talk a little more about the council’s role in the future?” The principle checks his watch. “I suppose I have the time to spare.” “Great!” Claire turns to you. “Thank you for all your hard work, $name . I can take it from here.” With your apparent dismissal, you exit the office. Sadly, it doesn’t seem like you’re going to be able to interact with council anymore. Disobeying <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> isn’t great for your sanity. After processing all that’s happened, you head to your next lesson. <<if $Home lte 2>>[[18-b<-Continue]]<</if>>

The rest of the class trickles in over the next 10 minutes. <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> has her work cut out for her, and you’re now understanding why she attempted to convince you to rip up the proposal. There’s 2 dozen boxes to the side of the classroom, the side of them detailing what’s inside. For the student body to be locked in chastity whilst they’re at Farrix, they’ll first need to be equipped with their belts. One by one, your tutor asks them to drop their skirt, panties, and if necessary, hosiery, and then equips them with the steel belt. Whilst you hoped this would offer you some comfort - knowing that all the girls here are also locked up - that’s hardly the feeling it inspires. There’s a bizarre sense of pride at seeing your work manifested, yet also a tingling of guilt mixed with horniness, bizarrely enough. “Miss $Gray , why the fuck do we have to wear these things?” “Vanessa, watch your language! This is now a part of the uniform policy passed by the student council.” “I thought those diplomacy nerds just played board games. What the hell?” ““The student council?” I say we go round up those perverted nerds right now, and show them a piece of our mind. Does anyone have a baseball bat?” //Claire’s going to have her hands full// “Calm down, Mia. You only have to wear them during the school day. You’ll get the key to it back at 4pm.” “And how the hell are you supposed to pee in this thing?” “School is a place to learn, and that’s just one of those things you’ll learn quickly.” <<if $AshMistress is 1>>“Hey!” The particularly rowdy girl yells, noticing the special treatment Mistress $Ash is getting by being ignored by the handing out of metal belts. “How come $Ash isn’t wearing one?” “Medical exemption.” Your goddess teases. More likely, she and Miss $Gray cooked up a special deal. “I call bullshit.” “Don’t talk to Mistress $Ash like that!” “Shut up, sissy. We all know you’ve been wearing a chastity cage for months anyway.” “That’s enough, Vanessa.”\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>“Hey!” The particularly rowdy girl yells, noticing the special treatment your former mistress is getting by being ignored by the handing out of metal belts. “How come $Ash isn’t wearing one?” “Medical exemption.” She teases. More likely, she and Miss $Gray cooked up a special deal. “I call bullshit.” “I call “womp womp”.” “That’s enough, Vanessa.”\ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>“Hey!” The particularly rowdy girl yells, noticing the special treatment your roommate is getting by being ignored by the handing out of metal belts. “Is $Ash already wearing one? Cause if not, what does she have on Miss $Gray to be excluded?” $Ash lifts up her skirt, showing off the encasement she’s been trapped in for several weeks. “Care to shut up now? Or are you just going to keep looking for attention?” “Whatever, slut. I’d ask about $name too, but we all know you’ve been out to sissify him since he got here.” “Yet despite being a sissy, she looks better in a skirt than you do.” “Fuck off, $Ash .” “Vanessa, enough. $Ash , double detention for you.”<</if>> Once all the students are locked up, your teacher returns to the front of the classroom, and places the keys in a drawer of her desk. //I can’t wait for her to inevitably mix up the keys.// <<if $Fem is 52>>[[12-3b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 53>>[[12-4b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 54>>[[13-2b SC Intro<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 55>>[[13-3b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 56>>[[13-4b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 57>>[[14-2b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 58>>[[14-3b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 59>>[[14-4b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 60>>[[15-2b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 61>>[[15-3b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 62>>[[15-4b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 63>>[[16-2b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 64>>[[16-3b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 65>>[[16-4b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 66>>[[17-b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 67>>[[18-b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 68>>[[19-b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 69>>[[20-b<-Continue]] <<elseif $Fem is 70>>[[21-b<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $Skirt9 to 1>>\ $Hannah generally takes excellent care of her clothing. In fact, piling all of them up like this, it’s a worry she might notice new creases. But she must have at least 2 and a half dozen unique skirts, all distinct in some way. Whether it be the style of waistband, placement of the zip/buttons, material, colors, add details like lace or bows, each one is different from the next. Her collection offers you an opportunity, however. With this many items, surely there’s one skirt she wouldn’t notice the absence of. Well, one can hope, but that’s what you decide to go with. You search her closet and drawers for a stray skirt - one so uncared for that it’s not with its friends. Several times your hopes are raised, but the denim item just turns out to be a pair of jeans, not a skirt. Similarly, you realize blouses can be easily confused with a skirt. The best thing you find is under the bed. Next to a box of spare bedding and a particularly dusty suitcase, There’s a discarded skirt. It’s a bright red pencil style, which is confusing; it seems like it would be perfect for $Hannah ‘s work. Why would she dump it down here? Most likely it doesn’t fit right, or maybe it’s a little //too// long. Whatever the cause, it’s a cause of celebration for you. If your step sister won’t make use of it, then you can in order to please Miss $Gray . In fact, now that you think about her, this skirt also seems like something you might see in her wardrobe. You received a new skirt! [[Room 0<-Return][$H to $H + 1, $S to $S + 1]]

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is 1>>$CHC7[0] $CHC7[1]<</if>> - - - - - - - - - - <<if $CHC[7] is 2>>$CHC7[0] $CHC7[1]<<else>>[[Laundry Game<-Move here][$CHC[7] to 2]]<</if>> <<if $CHC[8] is 0>>$CHC8[0] $CHC8[1]<<else>>[[Laundry Game<-Move here][$CHC[8] to 0]]<</if>> - - - - - - - - - - <<if $CHC[8] is 1>>$CHC8[0] $CHC8[1]<</if>> - - - - - - - - - - <<if $CHC[8] is 2>>$CHC8[0] $CHC8[1]<<else>>[[Laundry Game<-Move here][$CHC[8] to 2]]<</if>> <<if $CHC[9] is 0>>$CHC9[0] $CHC9[1]<<else>>[[Laundry Game<-Move here][$CHC[9] to 0]]<</if>> - - - - - - - - - - <<if $CHC[9] is 1>>$CHC9[0] $CHC9[1]<</if>> - - - - - - - - - - <<if $CHC[9] is 2>>$CHC9[0] $CHC9[1]<<else>>[[Laundry Game<-Move here][$CHC[9] to 2]]<</if>> <<if $CHC[10] is 0>>$CHC10[0] $CHC10[1]<<else>>[[Laundry Game<-Move here][$CHC[10] to 0]]<</if>> - - - - - - - - - - <<if $CHC[10] is 1>>$CHC10[0] $CHC10[1]<</if>> - - - - - - - - - - <<if $CHC[10] is 2>>$CHC10[0] $CHC10[1]<<else>>[[Laundry Game<-Move here][$CHC[10] to 2]]<</if>></div> <<if $CHC1[2] is "Light" and $CHC[1] is 0 or $CHC1[2] is "Dark" and $CHC[1] is 2>><<set $CHCTotal to $CHCTotal - 1>><</if>>\ <<if $CHC2[2] is "Light" and $CHC[2] is 0 or $CHC2[2] is "Dark" and $CHC[2] is 2>><<set $CHCTotal to $CHCTotal - 1>><</if>>\ <<if $CHC3[2] is "Light" and $CHC[3] is 0 or $CHC3[2] is "Dark" and $CHC[3] is 2>><<set $CHCTotal to $CHCTotal - 1>><</if>>\ <<if $CHC4[2] is "Light" and $CHC[4] is 0 or $CHC4[2] is "Dark" and $CHC[4] is 2>><<set $CHCTotal to $CHCTotal - 1>><</if>>\ <<if $CHC5[2] is "Light" and $CHC[5] is 0 or $CHC5[2] is "Dark" and $CHC[5] is 2>><<set $CHCTotal to $CHCTotal - 1>><</if>>\ <<if $CHC6[2] is "Light" and $CHC[6] is 0 or $CHC6[2] is "Dark" and $CHC[6] is 2>><<set $CHCTotal to $CHCTotal - 1>><</if>>\ <<if $CHC7[2] is "Light" and $CHC[7] is 0 or $CHC7[2] is "Dark" and $CHC[7] is 2>><<set $CHCTotal to $CHCTotal - 1>><</if>>\ <<if $CHC8[2] is "Light" and $CHC[8] is 0 or $CHC8[2] is "Dark" and $CHC[8] is 2>><<set $CHCTotal to $CHCTotal - 1>><</if>>\ <<if $CHC9[2] is "Light" and $CHC[9] is 0 or $CHC9[2] is "Dark" and $CHC[9] is 2>><<set $CHCTotal to $CHCTotal - 1>><</if>>\ <<if $CHC10[2] is "Light" and $CHC[10] is 0 or $CHC10[2] is "Dark" and $CHC[10] is 2>><<set $CHCTotal to $CHCTotal - 1>><</if>>\ There are $CHCTotal item(s) misplaced. <<if $CHCTotal is 0 and $Home is 0>>[[Laundry Home 0<-Use the washing machine]]\ <<elseif $CHCTotal is 0>>[[Laundry<-Use the washing machine]]\ <<elseif $H gt 20>>It is too late to finish the chore.\ <<elseif $CHCTotal gt 0>>[[Chores<-Give up]]<</if>>

[[Chores<-Give up]] \ <div style="text-align: center;"> <<if $CHMop[1] is 1>>==Up==<<elseif $CHMop[0] is $CHStain[0] and $CHMop[1] is $CHStain[1] + 1>>[[Tidy Room<-Up]]<<else>>[[Cleaning Game<-Up][$CHMop[1] to $CHMop[1] -1]]<</if>> | | <<if $CHMop[0] is 1>>==Left==<<elseif $CHMop[1] is $CHStain[1] and $CHMop[0] is $CHStain[0] + 1>>[[Tidy Room<-Left]]<<else>>[[Cleaning Game<-Left][$CHMop[0] to $CHMop[0] - 1]]<</if>> -- -- -- -- -- <<if $CHMop[0] is 6>>==Right==<<elseif $CHMop[1] is $CHStain[1] and $CHMop[0] is $CHStain[0] - 1>>[[Tidy Room<-Right]]<<else>>[[Cleaning Game<-Right][$CHMop[0] to $CHMop[0] + 1]]<</if>> | | <<if $CHMop[1] is 5>>==Down==<<elseif $CHMop[0] is $CHStain[0] and $CHMop[1] is $CHStain[1] - 1>>[[Tidy Room<-Down]]<<else>>[[Cleaning Game<-Down][$CHMop[1] to $CHMop[1] + 1]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 1 and $CHStain[1] is 1>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 1 and $CHMop[1] is 1>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 2 and $CHStain[1] is 1>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 2 and $CHMop[1] is 1>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 3 and $CHStain[1] is 1>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 3 and $CHMop[1] is 1>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 4 and $CHStain[1] is 1>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 4 and $CHMop[1] is 1>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 5 and $CHStain[1] is 1>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 5 and $CHMop[1] is 1>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 6 and $CHStain[1] is 1>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 6 and $CHMop[1] is 1>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> \ <<if $CHStain[0] is 1 and $CHStain[1] is 2>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 1 and $CHMop[1] is 2>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 2 and $CHStain[1] is 2>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 2 and $CHMop[1] is 2>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 3 and $CHStain[1] is 2>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 3 and $CHMop[1] is 2>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 4 and $CHStain[1] is 2>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 4 and $CHMop[1] is 2>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 5 and $CHStain[1] is 2>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 5 and $CHMop[1] is 2>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 6 and $CHStain[1] is 2>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 6 and $CHMop[1] is 2>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> \ <<if $CHStain[0] is 1 and $CHStain[1] is 3>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 1 and $CHMop[1] is 3>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 2 and $CHStain[1] is 3>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 2 and $CHMop[1] is 3>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 3 and $CHStain[1] is 3>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 3 and $CHMop[1] is 3>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 4 and $CHStain[1] is 3>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 4 and $CHMop[1] is 3>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 5 and $CHStain[1] is 3>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 5 and $CHMop[1] is 3>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 6 and $CHStain[1] is 3>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 6 and $CHMop[1] is 3>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> \ <<if $CHStain[0] is 1 and $CHStain[1] is 4>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 1 and $CHMop[1] is 4>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 2 and $CHStain[1] is 4>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 2 and $CHMop[1] is 4>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 3 and $CHStain[1] is 4>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 3 and $CHMop[1] is 4>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 4 and $CHStain[1] is 4>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 4 and $CHMop[1] is 4>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 5 and $CHStain[1] is 4>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 5 and $CHMop[1] is 4>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 6 and $CHStain[1] is 4>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 6 and $CHMop[1] is 4>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> \ <<if $CHStain[0] is 1 and $CHStain[1] is 5>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 1 and $CHMop[1] is 5>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 2 and $CHStain[1] is 5>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 2 and $CHMop[1] is 5>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 3 and $CHStain[1] is 5>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 3 and $CHMop[1] is 5>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 4 and $CHStain[1] is 5>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 4 and $CHMop[1] is 5>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 5 and $CHStain[1] is 5>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 5 and $CHMop[1] is 5>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $CHStain[0] is 6 and $CHStain[1] is 5>>[img[Images/Stain R 100.jpg]]<<elseif $CHMop[0] is 6 and $CHMop[1] is 5>>[img[Images/Mop 100.jpg]]<<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> \ \ </div>

<<include [[Chapter Settings]]>>\ <<if $H gt 19>><<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CC2 is 3 and $Code is 1>><<set $CC2 to 2>><</if>>\ __Quick change__ [[Room 1/2<-Outfit set 1][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit1)]] - [[Room 1/2<-Lingerie set 1][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie1)]] [[Room 1/2<-Outfit set 2][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit2)]] - [[Room 1/2<-Lingerie set 2][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie2)]] [[Room 1/2<-Outfit set 3][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit3)]] - [[Room 1/2<-Lingerie set 3][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie3)]] <<if $Hangers is 1>>[[Room 1/2<-Outfit set 4][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit4)]] - [[Room 1/2<-Lingerie set 4][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie4)]] [[Room 1/2<-Outfit set 5][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit5)]] - [[Room 1/2<-Lingerie set 5][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie5)]] <</if>>\ [[Closet]] - [[Lingerie<-Underwear drawer]] - [[Vanity table]] <<if $H gte 23 or $H lt 9 or $Priority is 1>>==Computer==\ <<else>>[[Computer<-Computer]]<</if>>\ <<if $H gt 7 and $H lt 23 and ($HAlert is 1 or $AshAlert is 1 or $JenAlert is 1)>> - You have a new message!<</if>> \ <<if $H gte 23 or $H lt 9 or $Priority is 1>>==Bathroom==\ <<else>>[[Bathroom<-Bathroom]]<</if>> \ <<if $H gte 23 or $H lt 9 or $Priority is 1 or $S gt 9>>==Chores==\ <<elseif $H lt 23 and $H gt 8 and $Priority is 0>>[[Chores]]<</if>> \ <<if $ChoresPunish gt 4 and $H gt 14 and $Weekend is 1>>You can't go out right now; it's past your curfew.\ <<elseif $S gt 9>>You're far too stressed to go outside right now.\ <<elseif $H gt 20>>It's too late to go out right now.\ <<elseif $Priority is 1 or $H lt 9>>\ <<elseif $App is 1>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 30]] <</if>>\ \ <<if $H lt 21 and $H gt 7 and $Priority is 0>>[[Room 1/2<-Sleep until the night][$H to 21, $M to 0]]\ <<elseif $H lt 21>>\ <<elseif $Pants is 1 or $Skirt is 1 or $Blouse is 1 or $Dress is 1 or $Shoes is 1>>\ <<elseif $House is 7>>[[House 5 Night<-Go to sleep]]\ <<elseif $ChoresPunish gt 0>>[[Sleep Kennel<-Go to sleep]]\ <<elseif $Home gte 1 and $Home lte 2>>[[Sleep Home 1/2<-Go to sleep]]\ <<elseif $Home is 0>>[[Sleep<-Go to sleep]]<</if>>\ <<if $House is 1 and $App is 1 and $Day3 is 6 and $Priority is 1>>[[House 1a<-Someone enters your room...]]<</if>>\ <<if $House is 8 and $App is 1 and $Day3 is 6 and $Priority is 1>>[[House 6a<-Someone enters your room...]]<</if>>\ <<if $House is 9 and $App is 1 and $Day3 is 6 and $Priority is 1>>[[House 7a<-Someone enters your room...]]<</if>>\ <<if $House is 10 and $App is 1 and $Day3 is 6 and $Priority is 1>>[[House 8a<-Someone enters your room...]]<</if>>\ <<include [[School]]>> <<include [[SC Events]]>> <<include [[Bottom Warnings]]>>

<<include [[Chapter Settings]]>>\ <<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ <<if $CC2 is 3 and $Code is 1>><<set $CC2 to 2>><</if>>\ \ __Quick change__ [[Room 3/4<-Outfit set 1][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit1)]] - [[Room 3/4<-Lingerie set 1][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie1)]] [[Room 3/4<-Outfit set 2][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit2)]] - [[Room 3/4<-Lingerie set 2][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie2)]] [[Room 3/4<-Outfit set 3][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit3)]] - [[Room 3/4<-Lingerie set 3][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie3)]] <<if $Hangers is 1>>[[Room 3/4<-Outfit set 4][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit4)]] - [[Room 3/4<-Lingerie set 4][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie4)]] [[Room 3/4<-Outfit set 5][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit5)]] - [[Room 3/4<-Lingerie set 5][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie5)]] <</if>>\ [[Closet]] - [[Lingerie<-Underwear drawer]] - [[Vanity table]] <<if $H gte 23 or $H lt 9 or $Priority is 1>>==Computer==\ <<else>>[[Computer<-Computer]]<</if>>\ <<if $H gt 7 and $H lt 23 and ($HAlert is 1 or $AshAlert is 1 or $JenAlert is 1)>> - You have a new message!<</if>> \ <<if $H gte 23 or $H lt 9 or $Priority is 1>>==Bathroom==\ <<else>>[[Bathroom<-Bathroom]]<</if>> \ <<if $H gte 23 or $H lt 9 or $Priority is 1 or $S gt 9>>==Chores==\ <<elseif $H lt 23 and $H gt 8 and $Priority is 0>>[[Chores]]<</if>> \ <<if $S gt 9>>You're far too stressed to go outside right now.\ <<elseif $H gt 20>>It's too late to go out right now.\ <<elseif $Priority is 1 or $H lt 9>>\ <<elseif $App is 1>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 30]] <</if>>\ \ <<if $H lt 21 and $H gt 7 and $Priority is 0>>[[Room 3/4<-Sleep until the night][$H to 21, $M to 0]]\ <<elseif $H lt 21>>\ <<elseif $Pants is 1 or $Skirt is 1 or $Blouse is 1 or $Dress is 0 or $Shoes is 0>>\ <<elseif $BDSM gte 4 and $CK[1] is 80>>[[Sleep Home 3/4<-Go to sleep]]\ <<elseif $BDSM lt 5>>[[Sleep Home 3/4<-Go to sleep]]\ <<elseif $Home is 0>>[[Sleep<-Go to sleep]]<</if>>\ \ <<include [[School]]>> <<if $BlackmailDate gt 0 and $BlackmailDate lt 5 and $Fem is 50 and $Day3 is 6 and $App is 1 and $H gt 18 and $H lt 22>> - [[Blackmail Date<-Go on a date with]] Miss $Gray\ <<elseif $BlackmailDate gt 0 and $BlackmailDate lt 5 and $Fem is 50 and $Day3 is 6>>You have a date with Miss $Gray today<</if>>\ \ <<if $Day3 is 6 and $App is 1 and $SD is 2 and $Priority is 1>>[[Secret Desires 2a<-Operation escape chastity: stage 2][$Priority to 0]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 6 and $App is 1 and $SD is 3 and $Priority is 1>>[[Secret Desires 3a<-Operation escape chastity: stage 3][$Priority to 0]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 6 and $App is 1 and $SD is 4 and $Priority is 1>>[[Secret Desires 4a<-Operation escape chastity: stage 4][$Priority to 0]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 6 and $App is 1 and $SD is 5 and $Priority is 1>>[[Secret Desires 5a<-Operation escape chastity: stage 5][$Priority to 0]]<</if>> <<include [[SC Events]]>> <<include [[Bottom Warnings]]>>

<<include [[Chapter Settings]]>>\ <<if $Day3 is 6 and $Fem lt 51 and $Home is 5 and $H gt 20 and visited("11-6 Romance") is 0>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 1 and $Fem lt 51 and $Home is 5 and $H gt 20 and visited("12-1 Jen Attract") is 0>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 2 and $Fem is 52 and $Home gte 5 and $Home lte 6 and $H gt 20 and visited("12-1 Condom") is 0 and $FCuck is 1>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 3 and $Fem is 52 and $Home gte 5 and $Home lte 6 and $H gt 20 and visited("12-3 Diaper Night") is 0 and $FABDL is 1>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 5 and $Fem is 52 and $Home is 5 and visited("12-5 Sex Yes") is 0 and $H gte 21>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 6 and $Fem is 52 and visited("12-6 TV Talk 1") is 0 and $H gte 21>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 7 and $Fem is 52 and $FCuck is 1 and visited("12-7 Cuck 1") is 0 and $H gte 21>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ \ <<if $Day3 is 1 and $Fem is 53 and $Home is 6 and visited("13-1 Bad 1a") is 0 and $H gte 16>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 2 and $Fem is 53 and $Home is 5 and visited("13-2 Sex 1") is 0 and $H gte 16>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 3 and $Fem is 53 and visited("13-3 Prostitute 1") is 0 and $H gte 16>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 5 and $Fem is 53 and $Home is 5 and visited("13-5 Sex 1") is 0 and $H gte 21>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 6 and $Fem is 53 and visited("13-6 Prostitute 2") is 0 and $H gte 21>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 7 and $Fem is 53 and visited("13-7 Cuck 1") is 0 and $H gte 21 and $FCuck is 1>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ \ <<if $Day3 is 1 and $Fem is 54 and visited("14-1 Chaste 2") is 0 and $H gte 12 and $Home is 5>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 1 and $Fem is 54 and visited("14-1 Football 1") is 0 and $H gte 12 and $Home is 6>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ \ <<set $GrayLunchFail to 0>>\ <<if $CC2 is 3 and $Code is 1>><<set $CC2 to 2>><</if>>\ \ __Quick change__ [[Room 5/6<-Outfit set 1][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit1)]] - [[Room 5/6<-Lingerie set 1][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie1)]] [[Room 5/6<-Outfit set 2][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit2)]] - [[Room 5/6<-Lingerie set 2][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie2)]] [[Room 5/6<-Outfit set 3][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit3)]] - [[Room 5/6<-Lingerie set 3][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie3)]] <<if $Hangers is 1>>[[Room 5/6<-Outfit set 4][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit4)]] - [[Room 5/6<-Lingerie set 4][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie4)]] [[Room 5/6<-Outfit set 5][$CK to clone($ArrayOutfit5)]] - [[Room 5/6<-Lingerie set 5][$CL to clone($ArrayLingerie5)]] <</if>>\ [[Closet]] - [[Lingerie<-Underwear drawer]] - [[Vanity table]] <<if $H gte 23 or $H lt 9 or $Priority is 1>>==Computer==\ <<else>>[[Computer<-Computer]]<</if>>\ <<if $H gt 7 and $H lt 23 and ($HAlert is 1 or $AshAlert is 1 or $JenAlert is 1)>> - You have a new message!<</if>> \ <<if $H gte 23 or $H lt 9 or $Priority is 1>>==Bathroom==\ <<else>>[[Bathroom<-Bathroom]]<</if>> \ <<if $H gte 23 or $H lt 9 or $Priority is 1 or $S gt 9>>==Chores==\ <<elseif $H lt 23 and $H gt 8 and $Priority is 0>>[[Chores]]<</if>> \ <<if $S gt 9>>You're far too stressed to go outside right now.\ <<elseif $H gt 20>>It's too late to go out right now.\ <<elseif $Priority is 1 or $H lt 9>>\ <<elseif $App is 1>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 30]] <</if>>\ \ <<if $Priority is 1>>\ <<elseif $H lt 21 and $H gt 7>>[[Room 5/6<-Sleep until the night][$H to 21, $M to 0]]\ <<elseif $H lt 21>>\ <<elseif $Pants is 1 or $Skirt is 1 or $Blouse is 1 or $Dress is 1 or $Shoes is 1>>\ <<elseif $FABDL is 1 and $Fem is 52 and $Day3 gte 3>>[[12 Diaper Nightly<-Go to sleep]]\ <<elseif $FABDL is 1 and $Fem gt 52>>[[12 Diaper Nightly<-Go to sleep]]\ <<elseif $Home gte 5 and $Home lte 6>>[[Sleep Home 5/6<-Go to sleep]]\ <<elseif $Home gte 5 and $Home lte 6>>[[Sleep Home 5/6<-Go to sleep]]\ <<elseif $Home is 0>>[[Sleep<-Go to sleep]]<</if>>\ \ <<include [[School]]>> <<if $BlackmailDate gt 0 and $BlackmailDate lt 5 and $Fem is 50 and $Day3 is 6 and $App is 1 and $H gt 18 and $H lt 22>> - [[Blackmail Date<-Go on a date with]] Miss $Gray\ <<elseif $BlackmailDate gt 0 and $BlackmailDate lt 5 and $Fem is 50 and $Day3 is 6>>You have a date with Miss $Gray today<</if>>\ \ <<if $Fem lt 51 and $Day3 is 6 and $Home is 5 and $H gt 20>>[[11-6 Romance<-Investigate a strange sound...]]<</if>>\ <<if $Fem lt 51 and $Day3 is 1 and $Home is 5 and $H gt 20>>[[12-1 Jen Attract<-Go to the lounge]]<</if>>\ <<if $Fem is 52 and $Day3 is 2 and $FCuck is 1 and $H gt 20>>[[12-2 Condom<-Go to sleep]]<</if>>\ <<if $Fem is 52 and $Day3 is 3 and $FABDL is 1 and $H gt 20>>[[12-3 Diaper Night<-Be diapered]]<</if>>\ <<if $Fem is 52 and $Day3 is 5 and $Home is 5 and visited("12-5 Sex Try") is 0 and $H gte 16>>[[12-5 Sex Try<-Meet]] $Jen in the lounge<</if>>\ <<if $Fem is 52 and $Day3 is 6 and visited("12-6 TV Talk 1") is 0>>[[12-6 TV Talk 1<-Meet]] $Jen in the lounge<</if>>\ <<if $Fem is 52 and $Day3 is 7 and $FCuck is 1 and visited("12-7 Cuck 1") is 0 and $H gte 17>>[[12-7 Cuck 1<-Meet]] $Jen in the lounge<</if>>\ \ <<if $Fem is 53 and $Day3 is 1 and $Home is 6 and visited("13-1 Bad 1a") is 0 and $H gte 16>>[[13-1 Bad 1a<-I can't wait to relax...]]<</if>>\ <<if $Fem is 53 and $Day3 is 2 and $Home is 5 and visited("13-2 Sex 1") is 0 and $H gte 16>>[[13-2 Sex 1<-Meet]] $Jen in the lounge<</if>>\ <<if $Fem is 53 and $Day3 is 3 and visited("13-3 Prostitute 1") is 0 and $H gte 16>>[[13-3 Prostitute 1<-I can't wait to relax...]]<</if>>\ <<if $Fem is 53 and $Day3 is 5 and visited("13-5 Sex 1") is 0 and $H gte 16>>[[13-5 Sex 1<-...]]<</if>>\ <<if $Fem is 53 and $Day3 is 6 and visited("13-6 Prostitute 1") is 0 and $H gte 18>>[[13-6 Prostitute 1<-...]]<</if>> <<if $Fem is 53 and $Day3 is 6 and visited("13-6 Prostitute 1") is 1 and visited("13-6 Prostitute 2") is 0 and $H gte 18 and $App is 1>>[[13-6 Prostitute 2<-...]]<</if>>\ <<if $Fem is 53 and $Day3 is 7 and visited("13-7 Cuck 1") is 0 and $H gte 18 and $FCuck is 1>>[[13-7 Cuck 1<-...]]<</if>>\ \ <<if $Fem is 54 and $Day3 is 1 and visited("14-1 Chaste 2") is 0 and $H gte 16 and $Home is 5>>[[14-1 Chaste 2<-...]]<</if>>\ <<if $Fem is 54 and $Day3 is 1 and visited("14-1 Football 1") is 0 and $H gte 16 and $Home is 6>>[[14-1 Football 1<-...]]<</if>>\ <<include [[SC Events]]>> <<include [[Bottom Warnings]]>>

<<set $H to 16>>\ <<set $L to $L + 1>>\ [img[Images/School Ending.jpg]] <<if $Day is 1>>You walk out the school, having completed your 1st day of 5 at Farrix.\ <<elseif $Day is 2>>You walk out the school, having completed your 2nd day of 5 at Farrix.\ <<elseif $Day is 3>>You walk out the school, having completed your 3rd day of 5 at Farrix.\ <<elseif $Day is 4>>You walk out the school, having completed your 4th day of 5 at Farrix. //If I still want peek on the girls tomorrow, today is my last chance to be prepared//<</if>> [[Room 0<-Go home][$M to $M + 15]] \ <<if $S gt 9>>You feel too stressed to not go straight home\ <<elseif $S lt 10>>[[Mall<-Go to the mall][$M to $M + 15]]<</if>>

<<set $C5 to $C5 + 3>>\ <<set $Home to 6>>\ The entire time you hear the distinct “ringing” sound, you’re questioning your decision. //There’s no way she’ll say yes. She took so much joy in exposing me as a sissy to everyone at Farrix. I think she’d prefer to laugh at my begging, then hang up. I’d bet on it.// Each dial reduces your hope even further. //There’s no guarantee she’ll even pick up! “$name is calling. Decline!”// The call almost ends automatically, as though it were a show of sympathy from your phone, when $Jen picks up. “Sissy, what do you want? I can only handle so much of your sniveling patheticness every week. A couple of minutes each Monday is all I can stand.” “Hi, $Jen . There’s no easy way for me to say this:...can I stay at your house?” There’s a torturous pause, but to your surprise, she doesn’t burst out laughing. Perhaps she thinks you’re joking. “Why, did your daddy get bored and show you the door?” Even over the phone, you can imagine her smirking. WIth a deep breath, you begin to expound the embarrassing details that brought you to this moment. “No, it’s my step sister. She found out, or thinks, that I’m a sissy.” “So? You are.” “But $Ash , she made it sound so much worse than it is. $Hannah ‘s cut up all my guy clothes, and now she wants me out of the house.” $Jen doesn’t murmur a word, and for a second, you think she’s hung up. “Huh.” “I know it’s a lot to ask.” “You really musn’t have a lot of friends if you’re asking me.” She sighs, then laughs a little. “Hmmm…” [[11-4 Jen Bad 2<-...]]

<<set $Home to 5>>\ <<set $C5 to $C5 + 3>>\ Though each distinct “ringing” sound adds to your disbelief in this plan working, you hold on the cal regardless, even if just because the alternative isn’t very appealing. $Jen picks up on the 11th or so ring. “Sissy, what do you want? It’s still 50$ I want every Monday, though I did see a really nice dress I wanted…” “$Jen , hi. There’s no easy way for me to say this:...can I stay at your house?” She pauses briefly, and when she does speak, she stutters over her first few words. “You want to stay at my house? Despite the fact that I blackmail you weekly?” “I don’t have a lot of options. $Hannah , my step sister, she kicked me out for being a sissy.” “Oh, I see.” She pauses again, and as if she were buying herself time to give you an answer, decides to crack a joke. “Well I didn’t tell her, I swear.” “No, I know. $Ash did.” “$Ash ? That makes sense.” $Jen sighs. “Well, I suppose it’s fine if you were here for a night or so.” “Really? Thank you so much!” You shout so loudly that you briefly worry $Hannah might return to yell at you to hurry up leaving. “I swear, you’ll hardly notice I’m there.” “Do you need help moving?” “$Hannah cut up all my guy clothes, so I don’t have a whole lot.” “But you’ve still got a computer and whatnot?” “I do, b…” “Then I’ll be over in a couple of minutes.” “You d…” Checking your phone, you see that $Jen has hung up. //She hardly needed persuading at all// [[11-4 Jen Good 2<-Continue]]

“Alright, I suppose I can spare a loser like you sleeping on the couch for a couple of days.” “Thank you!” You shout so loudly than you worry $Hannah might come back to yell at you again. “Thank you so much!” “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get your sissy ass over here, and I’ll let you in.” With proof that she does have a heart, she hangs up, and a wave of calm washes over you. Who knows what exactly you’ll do if she wakes up in a less generous mood, but this do buy you some time. You box and bag up your belongings that aren’t reduced to strips, and head to $Jen ‘s house. What was once the sight of a great deal of torment for you, is now the only place of asylum in your life. $Jen opens the front door for you, and you struggle to haul in all of your possessions. <<if $Bed2 is 1>>In fact, you stumble on the step of the entrance, and end up falling face first onto your SuperComfort Bed 2000. “I don’t know why you brought that; the couch is more than big enough.”\ <<elseif $Bed2 is 0>>By this point of your journey, you’re ready to collapse, but $Jen doesn’t help you lift so much as a keyring.<</if>> Leaving your possessions in the foyer, $Jen shakes her head as you get your breath back, then leads you through the house. While she has given you a brief tour before, it’s entirely different now that you might be staying here for a day or two. “Like I said, the couch is nice, and the TV’s bigger than a school whiteboard.” “The kitchen’s got just about everything you need for a 5 course meal. Not that I can ever be assed to make anything past noodles.” “There’s two bathrooms, so we won’t even have to share. But don’t let me catch you using the makeup I keep in either of them. I know where your lips have been. And while we’re on the topic of my things, my clothes are OFF LIMITS. They’re nice, but they’re mine. If I catch you pinching some of my panties, your step sis is going to look like nice compared to me. Understood?” You nod your head. “Yes. $Jen , thank you so much. You have no idea how much I appreciate this.” “Save it, I don’t need you slobbering your praise over me. I know my worth. But let me be clear, this is my house, and I’ll kick you out whenever I want, for whatever reason. And as long as you’re under my roof, you’ll make yourself useful. There’s enough to be done that you’ve got no excuse to not do some menial housework regularly.” From a well stocked, though poorly organized, cupboard, she takes out a couple of blankets and a pillow, shoving them into your arms. “Here. I’m already bored of you, so I’m going to my room. And you should get some sleep; you look tired. Or whatever.” [[11-4 Jen Bad 3<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 20>>\ [img[Images/Couch.jpg]] She wasn’t lying about the quality of the couch, either. The moment your exhausted butt cheeks land on the bouncy cushions, you realize that you don’t have to die to be in heaven. And when you lay down for the first time? It might as well be an item of bondage, because there’s no way you’d ever choose to get up. Staring up at the ceiling, you reflect on the chaos of the past day. You never did know $Hannah before you moved to the city. Perhaps if you were more aware of her disposition towards sissies, you would have fared better, and you wouldn’t be bumming off your blackmailer right now. Then again, maybe if you had distanced yourself from $Ash immediately, she wouldn’t have insisted on having a relationship with you, and then she wouldn’t have forced that meeting with $Hannah . Still, it does seem a little strange that your step sister would kick you out how she did. You’d never even seen her be close to that upset before. It was one thing when she realized her panties were missing, but there’s several levels of disappointed, pissed, and enraged in between. Was it really her meeting with $Ash that ruined things? If so, why didn’t $Hannah kick you out on the spot, or at least the next day. Still, pros and cons. With Miss $Gray back in charge of your chastity cage, maybe you won’t be forced to tell your aunt’s second cousin that you perve on girls daily, or whatever other embarrassing things that there are to be said about you. At the very least, Miss $Gray ‘s attempts to feminize you are more…stable, than $Ash ‘s. Once you realize you’re probably overthinking things, you quickly succumb to hebetude’s embrace, and thanks to the comfort of the couch, are probably snoozing your head off. [[11-5 Jen Bad 4<-Zzzzz]]

<<set $Day to $Day + 1, $Day3 to $Day3 + 1>>\ <<if $Day3 is 8>><<set $Day3 to 1>><</if>>\ <<set $SleepProcess to 1>>\ <<set $H to 2, $M to 0>>\ //Such a comfortable couch…// //I can’t believe $Hannah would do that…// //I wonder how much I could buy it off $Jen for…// //…at least $Ash doesn’t have any power over me now// //I think this couch has more power over me than Miss $Gray does…// [[11-5 Jen Bad 5<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 7>><<set $M to 30>>\ [img[Images/Jen Lounge.jpg]] “Ugh, could you not even remember to take off your shoes before you slept?” Waking up from slumber on the couch is like being born again, though at least you can still rest inside this womb. Stretching, you see $Jen is sat on a chair to the side, a bowl of some sort of cereal in her hand. [img[Images/Cereal 2.jpg]] “You said it was a nice couch, but I didn’t know it would be this plush.” “I remember my dad buying it a couple of years ago. He said “it’ll make our movie nights so much more enjoyable.” I can’t remember the last time I watched a movie with him.” She exhales, than eating some more of the cereal, as though to excuse the fact she doesn’t continue speaking. “It’s not going to be an issue for your parents, is it - me staying here?” $Jen laughs. “Not at all. They’d actually have to be here to notice. Or for me to tell them, but that’s not going to happen either.” “Thanks.” “Sure.” She speaks with a mouth full of food, a level of nonchalance you’ve not seen from her before. “Anyway, I was thinking on this some more last night: you say $Ash told your step sister that you were a sissy. Did you not know she was a nut case before you got intimate with her>” “I’d hardly say we were intimate.” You chuckle. “But she must have been hiding it somewhat.” “I’m glad you didn’t just sign up for that pussy whilst the neon signs were turned on.” “And how do you know her so well?” “$Ash? Her and my sister used to know each other. They wouldn’t have talked in a long time though.” “How come?” $Jen looks up from her cereal. “Huh?” “$Ash and your sister, why don’t they speak anymore?” “Oh, you know. That’s just what happens to “friends” sometimes.” She checks her phone. “7:30 already? We need to get going soon.” “Right.” Just because you’ve moved house, doesn’t mean you’re exempt from Miss $Gray ‘s morning inspection. “Well you’ve got no time to change, come on.” She puts down her bowl. “Let’s go.” “Wait.” You reply, puzzled. “You want to walk together?” “It’d be stupid to walk separately, wouldn’t it? We’re headed to the same building.” $Jen grabs her bag, then orders you out the front door, which she locks behind her. “No key for you, sissy. That must be a recurring theme in your life.” [[11-5 Jen Bad 6<-Continue]]

[img[Images/Boulevard.jpg]] The longer the journey goes on, the more befuddled you get. Just last night, $Jen was remarking that she could only take so much of a sissy like you in one week. Now, all of a sudden, she’s willing to walk to Farrix together, wanting to eat breakfast with you? If you understood her better, you might say it doesn’t make sense. She must have had some realization between saying goodnight to you, and earlier this morning. Too curious for your own good, you inquire about just that. “How come you’re in such a good mood?” “I’m always in a good mood, I just don’t seem it.” “Yeah, right. But last night, you could barely seem to tolerate me. Now you’re wanting to walk to Farrix together? It doesn’t add up.” Still walking side by side, $Jen shifts her gaze to face you. “I had my beauty sleep.” “Hmm.” You’re still unconvinced, and $Jen seems to recognize it. “Well, I figured having a sissy in the house might have a couple of benefits. For a start, if I ever need to take my anger out on someone, you’re just a staircase away.” “There goes //my// good mood.” “Plus, there’s a couple tedious things that life sometimes requires of people, you know? Waiting in line to return things, going to the DMV, blah, blah, blah.” “Why not send me to the dentist on your behalf while you’re at it?” <<if $FCuck is 1>>“On top of that, I have a sneaking suspicion about you.” “And what’s that? You already think I’m a sissy. Hell, you’re the reason the entire school knows.” “No, it’s not that. It’s something else.” “Which is?” $Jen eyes you with a mix of caution and intrigue. “Stick around, and you just might find out.” “I don’t have a secret bank account for you to extort me from, if that’s what you’re thinking.”\ <<elseif $FCuck is 0>>“Besides, you never know when having someone who owes you is going to be helpful. And if you’re sleeping on my couch for a while, you’re going to owe me a //lot// of favors.” “I can’t wait.” She chuckles. Though it was sarcasm, since you’re the one who turned up on her doorstep, you don’t have much choice.<</if>> Soon enough, Farrix Academy for Girls is within view, and once you’re inside the building, you and your unexpected housemate part ways. “I’ll see you back at the house.” After that, you journey to room 68, eager for life to get back to some sense of “normal”. [[11-5 Jen 8<-Continue]]

As promised, $Jen arrived so swiftly that she either got a taxi, or ran. Based on the lack of heavy breathing, probably the former. “She really musn’t like jeans.” She laughs, observing the pile of scraps. “You’re going to get a lot of use out of that uniform.” $Jen nods at your current apparel. Together, you box up your possessions, which isn’t a whole lot, but $Jen insists on helping. As baffling as her willingness is, you can’t complain, and you’re promptly at her house having relocated all your belongings. “Thank you again, $Jen . You have no idea how much this means to me.” “Don’t mention it.” Shrugging your shoulders at everything you hauled over, you’re unsure where to start. “Shall I make up the couch?” “The couch?” She mimics a look at a watch. “It’s a little early for bed, isn’t it?” “I just thought th…” “Here’s what we’ll do: get comfortable, and I’ll order us some food. You’ve probably not ate yet, have you?” She’s not listening to any of your suggestions or remarks anymore, and instead buries her face into her a phone, looking for an agreeable restaurant that delivers. Sighing, you follow her command, and plant yourself on the couch. Less than a minute later, $Jen reappears, phone pressed against her ear. “Yes, can I get 2 large pizzas please, one pepperoni, one hawaiian.” “Large?” You mouth in her direction, though she pretends to not notice. “Sure, some fries too. And do you have deserts?” You vehemently shake you head. It’s too much food anyway, but under stressful circumstances like these, overdoing could exacerbate those issues. But more than that, it’s utterly confounding why she’s being so nice. Unless she planned on making you pay for it, of course, but surely even she’s not cruel enough to suggest that right now. “Great, thank you!” $Jen confirms her address, then hangs up. “You really didn’t have to do that.” “No, but I wanted to.” “I…I’m so confused. You demand money from me every week, but now you’re wanting to buy dinner. What’s with the change of heart?” $Jen looks away, and maybe even blushes a little, but she doesn’t let you analyze her expression for too long. “Who said the food was for you?” “I thou…isn’t it?” “Well, for us.” “It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, I’m just confused.” There’s a brief pause in the conversation. “So how was your day?” [[11-4 Jen Good 3<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 20>>\ [img[Images/Jen Lounge.jpg]] By the time the food arrives, the conversation has picked up again. Hand and mouth full of pizza, $Jen is still baffling cordial. <<if visited("Jen 7c")>>“I don’t know why you’re so wary of me still. When I helped you get out of your chastity cage, we had a fun time hanging out afterward. Why should this be any different?” “You didn’t buy me dinner that day. Considering you steal 50$ from me every Monday, it’s just bizarre.”\ <<else>>“I don’t know why you’re so wary of me still. Can’t a friend buy another friend dinner?” ““Friend?” $Jen , the entire basis for our relationship is that you’re blackmailing me.”<</if>> “Alright then, how about I stop extorting you?” You burst out laughing, taking her response as little more than sarcasm. “Please, that’d be great.” “Fine. I’ll stop.” “Yo…you’re serious?” She shrugs her shoulders. “Sure.” Mentally, you try to reason why she’s so willing to be nice, but you can’t come to any satisfying conclusion. Perhaps talking more will give you some sort of answer. “You really must feel sorry for me after what $Hannah did.” “If you were my sister, I wouldn’t treat you like that. In all my life, the worst thing my sister ever did to me was…” she pauses to think. “Probably pushing me down the stairs.” “That’s awful.” “Oh no, I wanted her to.” “Why, exactly?” “I wanted to get time off school.” She replies, as though it were reasonable. “I was only aiming for a week, but two was even better, though I could have done without the trip to the hospital.” A smile forms across her face. “Ah, Janet. I wonder what she’s up to now.” She looks off into the distance. <<if $FDrug is 0>>“You don’t talk?” “It’s complicated,” she replies acerbically. “She got into some debt, and in order to pay it off, started doing sex work. Our dad found out and told her to leave. I never even got to say goodbye.”\ <<elseif $JenK is 2>><<set $JenK to 3>>“You mentioned your sister before.” “And I never finished the story, did I?” She takes a deep breath in preparation. “After my dad found out what she was doing, he didn’t want her in the house. Of course, he claimed it was to protect me, but we all know if was for his sake. He didn’t want a prostitute living under his roof. Janet threated to tell our mom that he was picking up whores weekly, but he flew into such a rage that she ran away in that moment. We never even got to say goodbye.” “And you’ve not seen her since?” She shakes her head. “No. I hope she’s doing well, but she’s probably still selling her body for money. And not even close to as much as she deserves, mind you.”\ <<elseif $JenK is 1>><<set $JenK to 2>>“You mentioned your sister before.” “And I never finished the story, did I?” She takes a deep breath in preparation. “Well, after she started doing drugs, she needed more money. What father gave her wasn’t enough, so she started selling herself off. Handjobs, it started with, then head, then ass - you get the point. She was as subtle as she could manage to be, but eventually, our dad found out. And he was PISSED.” “What did he do?” “He wanted her out the house. Of course, he claimed it was to protect me, but we all know if was for his sake. He didn’t want a prostitute living under his roof. Me and her never even got to say goodbye.” “And you’ve not seen her since?” She shakes her head. “No. I hope she’s doing well, but she’s probably still selling her body for money. And not even close to as much as she deserves, mind you.”\ <<elseif $JenK is 0>><<set $JenK to 1>>“Your sister? Why, what’s the story with her?” “It’s a long story, but to tell it quickly, our dad kicked her out. Not for being a sissy, but because she was selling her body for money.” “When was the last time you spoke to her?” “I don’t know. Not since that day father yelled at her to leave.”<</if>> “Couldn’t she have dropped by since then?” “I suppose so. Honestly, I’m not sure she hasn’t. Sometimes I think I see her when I’m walking home, but I know it’s just my imagination. Or I might look out my window at night, and I think there’s a figure looking right at me.” She chuckles deeply. “I probably just have a stalker or something.” [[11-4 Jen Good 4<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 22>>\ [img[Images/Jen Lounge.jpg]] At some point, the light outside disappeared, and the only thing to be viewed from the windows of $Jen ‘s house is the moon. The conversation flowed so effortlessly that several unaccounted for hours just disappeared. It’s been a long day, and a stressful one, too, but your unexpected friend made it much more pleasant. When it’s 11pm, and you and her are both yawning as though it were an endless cycle of infecting each other, she recognizes that it’s time for bed. “Come on, I’m tired.” “I’ll make up the couch.” Of course, if $Jen had let you do that earlier, there’d be no need for that struggle right now. “The couch? Don’t bother with that. Come on, my bed’s big enough for the two of us.” She takes your wrist and forces you to follow her to her bedroom. “Don’t you have a boyfriend?” “Yeah, and? I’m not suggesting we do anything. This is just two friends sharing a bed for…convenience.” “Wouldn’t he still be bothered by it?” “He’d have to know in order to be bothered by it.” “So yo…” She interrupts you with a gentle push, one which knocks you into the bed, and the covers are quickly draped on top of you. This late, all the physical sensation you’re feeling - the mattress, the quilt, the pillow, they all feel heavenly. “Goodnight, $name .” “Goodnight, $Jen .” [[11-5 Jen Good 5<-Continue]]

<<set $Day to $Day + 1, $Day3 to $Day3 + 1>>\ <<if $Day3 is 8>><<set $Day3 to 1>><</if>>\ <<set $SleepProcess to 1>>\ <<set $H to 2, $M to 0>>\ \ //I can’t believe $Hannah would do that…// //At least I have a friend who’s looking after me…// //Since when was $Jen my friend? She’s been blackmailing me as long as I’ve known her…// //People can change…// //…is that an arm around my waist?// [[11-5 Jen Good 6<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 7>><<set $M to 30>>\ [img[Images/Jen Bedroom.jpg]] You wake up from perhaps the greatest sleep you’ve had since you were an infant. $Jen is stirring at the same time you are, and to confirm or disprove a suspicion you had, you check under the covers, and see that she doesn’t actually have an arm that was wrapped around you. “‘Morning. How’d you sleep.” “Great. The couch would have been just as nice, I’m sure.” She gets out of bed, and looks down at her clothes. “Eugh, did we really forget to get undressed last night. This uniform is so creased.” Peaking under the covers again, you see that yours is much the same. “Oh well. It’s not like you have a change of clothing, is it?” $Jen begins searching in a closet for a change of blouse and skirt. One benefit, you quickly acknowledge, of staying with $Jen as opposed to $Ash , is the fact that you’ll actually be able to think you’re not living with a hoarder. $Jen ‘s room, and entire house, really, isn’t clean to the standards of hotels and the like, but it’s a liveable level of tidy. She has no issue with undressing in front of you. Just with last night, you feel an urge to remind her that she does have a boyfriend, but you’re also captivated by the sight. $Jen ‘s body, undressed…right in front of you [img[Images/Getting dressed.jpg]] She turns around to catch you staring. “Hey, I’ve seen you more compromised than this. Remember that time I shoved a plug up your ass.” “Hmmm, oh wait, yeah!” You mock. People tend to recall experiences like that. “We don’t have that long before we have to be at Farrix. Come, we should get going.” “Right.” Just because you’ve moved house, doesn’t mean that you’re exempt from Miss $Gray ‘s demands for a morning inspection. Stepping out of the house, $Jen locks the door behind her. “I’ll make sure to have a key copied for you.” “How long do you expect me to be living here?” [[11-5 Jen Good 7<-Continue]]

[img[Images/Boulevard.jpg]] The walk to Farrix is pleasant. $Jen proves that her willingness for interesting conversation yesterday wasn’t just an anomaly, and it’s nice to be with someone in the school environment who isn’t looking to take advantage of you. Or if she is, at least she’s being subtle about it. Extremely subtle. “It’s a shame that we don’t have any lessons together.” For as long as you’ve known her, that’s been a blessing. “Yeah.” Soon enough, Farrix Academy for Girls is within view, and once you’re inside the building, you and your unexpected housemate part ways. “I’ll see you back at the house.” After that, you journey to room 68, eager for life to get back to some sense of “normal”. [[11-5 Jen 8<-Continue]]

<<set $M to 50>>\ <<set $CK[0] to 1, $CK[2] to 1>>\ <<set $Fem to 50>>\ <<set $SU2 to 1>>\ <<set $Shoes3 to 1>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[0] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[0] is 40>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[0] is 101>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[0] is 102>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[1] is 101>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[1] is 102>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[2] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[2] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit1[2] is 2>><<set $ArrayOutfit1[2] to 0>><</if>>\ \ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[0] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[0] is 40>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[0] is 101>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[0] is 102>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[1] is 101>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[1] is 102>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[2] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[2] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit2[2] is 2>><<set $ArrayOutfit2[2] to 0>><</if>>\ \ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[0] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[0] is 40>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[0] is 101>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[0] is 102>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[1] is 101>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[1] is 102>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[2] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[2] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit3[2] is 2>><<set $ArrayOutfit3[2] to 0>><</if>>\ \ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[0] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[0] is 40>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[0] is 101>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[0] is 102>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[1] is 101>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[1] is 102>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[2] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[2] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit4[2] is 2>><<set $ArrayOutfit4[2] to 0>><</if>>\ \ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[0] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[0] is 40>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[0] is 101>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[0] is 102>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[0] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[1] is 101>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[1] is 102>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[2] is 1>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[2] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ArrayOutfit5[2] is 2>><<set $ArrayOutfit5[2] to 0>><</if>>\ \ [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] Like a hawk, Miss $Gray ‘s eyes are on you from the moment you enter the room. And these aren’t the same eyes you’re used to seeing locked on you, observing every moment. Today, she seems extra ready to pounce. Extra…hungry. She marches out from behind her desk, and she meets you in the center classroom. “$name , I hear your life has been quite tumultuous for the past 24 hours. It seems your sister finally had enough of you.” “How d…how do you know about that?” “Oh, $name , there’s a great many thing I know. Surely you’ve realized that by now. Poor $Hannah , she tried her best to reconcile with her sissy brother, but it was just an impossibility, wasn’t it? You’re too perverted, too depraved. How could someone possibly blame her for having enough? Personally, I think she wanted to see you gone months ago, around the time she first noticed her panties were missing.” You shudder at the thought. //Just how long had $Hannah been resenting me?// “While we may not be able to repair your relationship with her, perhaps we can make sure you don’t harm people in the same way ever again. Yes, I think it’s about time you were much more open about your sissyness. And what an opportune time.”” She waves her hand at the creased clothes you’re wearing. “A practically destroyed pants and shirt. It hardly seems like you value them at all, does it? Women have no choice but to care about their appearance. If any other student turned up in something like this, they’d be massacred, teased relentlessly. I say we solve all our issues right now.”” She removes her hand from behind her back, and you’re terrified to see she’s brandishing a pair of scissors. Miss $Gray tauntingly snips at the air before swooping in at your shirt, chopping it in half before you can even react. <<if $Bra is 1 or $SportsBra is 1>>“Oh look, your bra is all exposed. How improper!”\ <<elseif $Pills gt 4>>“What a slut - showing up to school without a bra to have some modesty for your breasts.””\ <<else>>She eyes your exposed chest and nipples. “Pretty soon, you’ll be sporting something else that all the students here have, and I don’t just mean breasts.””<</if>> Then, she rips off your pants whilst you’re still in them, sending you tumbling to the ground, only now your entire uniform has been removed. Her swiftness would be something to marvel at, were you not the victim of it. From behind her desk, Miss $Gray recovers another uniform. This one is much more the standard of what students at Farrix Academy for Girls wear. It’s a pristine white blouse, with a complementary blue bow, which matches the blue skirt and complementary white stripes. Unlike your man uniform, it’s not creased beyond recognition. Also like your man uniform, this one isn’t in tatters on the floor. She tosses the girls’ uniform at you, or on you, more aptly. “Put it on.” First $Ash , now Miss $Gray . Your teacher’s will, however, is much harder to overcome. “But I’m a guy!” “You’re still entertaining that fantasy? Delude yourself however you wish, I’m tired of indulging you. Here’s the undeniable facts: you go to a GIRLS’ school; girls who will be entering this classroom in just a moment. You can be seen in your underwear if you want, but that not only would be improper, but borderline illegal. Do you really want to be having those kinds of meetings?” “You’re the one who stripped me!” Miss $Gray bursts out laughing. “And who’s going to believe that? You’re powerless, $name . The sooner you accept that, the better life will be.” You pick up the uniform somewhat covering you. She’s right, of course, but knowing that doesn’t give you any comfort. Being seen by your classmates in a skirt is one thing, but when you’re nearly naked? That’s the type of thing you can’t excuse as being a dare. With a heavy sigh, you stomp your feet into the skirt, as if being aggressive with your movements will make you feel better, or make Miss $Gray feel guilty. Neither of those are true. The zip of the skirt secures it in place. At the very least, your teacher ensured she got the right size. The blouse fits just as well, though you would certainly prefer if it was a couple of inches longer. It’s already riding up, and you’re in a completely neutral stance. You’re going to have to get used to showing off your body. <<if $CK[2] isnot 3>>“And those will not do at all.” She eyes your shoes. Your //men’s// shoes. Abandoning the attitude of minimal effort, maximum effect that she had when dispensing with your uniform, she wrestles the shoes of your feet, throwing them in the trash. “Here.” Yet again from behind her desk, she tosses a second set of shoes at you. Flats. “They’re so much more flattering.” With an ever increasing grudge, you slide your feet into the shoes.\ <<else>>“And that uniform goes so much better with your flats. I’m doing you a favor.” She teases, though you fail to find humor in the situation.<</if>> You slam your desk chair backwards and take a seat. You’re used to her malicious eyes being locked on you. She’s less used to your hateful eyes staring a hole through her. [img[Images/C/UniBlue 400.jpg]] [[11-5 Jen 9<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 8, $M to 0>>\ <<set $CK[0] to 2, $CK[2] to 3>>\ <<set $Shoes3 to 1>>\ <<if $CK[1] is 101>><<set $CK[1] to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CK[2] is 101 >><<set $CK[2] to 0>><</if>>\ <<set $WearUniformStressed to 0, $WearUniformHorny to 0>>\ The class settles in around you as typical, though no doubt each and every set of eyes that belongs in the classroom isnoticing the dramatic shift of attire in the resident male student. Perhaps they think you’ve finally be replaced, though if they could recognize your hair, that idea will quickly be dispelled. While you can only contemplate what the girls behind you are thinking, those in front of you have expressions that can be read when they look directly at you. Neither of them are pleasant. A couple are shocked, a couple are disgusted. Most of them are surprised, though a couple of girls don’t seem shocked in the least. $Ash is the last person to arrive, and she sets down next to you as per usual. While you don’t make direct eye contact, you think she wants to say something, but soon thinks better of the idea. Understandably, she still feels betrayed, and not even the lust in her eyes offset the anger in her heart. When the lesson does begin, you have a much harder time than normal day dreaming, and not for a minute do you manage to forget what you’re wearing. Your legs, exposed to the gaze of people around you, make you feel vulnerable, as does having most of your arms exposed. Miss $Gray , in a crueler than usual display, doubles down on asking you questions, as if to highlight the class what you’re wearing. Suffice to say, it’s hard to believe your cheeks could get redder. [img[Images/Flats PlayG.gif]] [[11-5 Jen 10<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 14>>\ By the tail end of the day, you’re actually getting used to your attire. Sure, there’s some shocked looks and stifled snickering whenever you walk into a lesson, but the blushing lasts only as long as their mockery does. Once the class settles, things go seemingly back to normal, or as normal as wearing lingerie under your uniform was yesterday. On the topic of which, in some regards, this is liberating. Before, you had to worry about nylon ankles being exposed, or your shirt untucking and revealing your panties. Now, that’s not a concern. <<if $ShaveLegs gt 6>>The fact that your legs are visibly hairy, even beneath the hosiery, means that most people probably think you’re dressed up as a cruel dare.<<else>>Adding to the embarrassment though, is the fact that your legs aren’t visibly hairy beneath the pantyhose, suggesting this was more than just a cruel dare, but perhaps something you wanted to do.<</if>> When lessons become boring, you notice yourself dangling your flats like you often see other girls doing. <<if $PaintedToes gt 0>>It’s possible that some even got sight of your painted toenails.<</if>> It’s such a bizarre experience, with many conflicting emotions. Despite the embarrassment and strange sense of “coming out , two feelings seem to be prominent. But which stands out more? <<if $WearUniformHorny is 0 and $WearUniformStressed is 0>>\ \ [[11-5 Jen 10<-The stress][$S to $S + 2, $WearUniformStressed to 1]] [[11-5 Jen 10<-The lust][$L to $L + 2, $WearUniformHorny to 1]]<</if>>\ <<if $S gt 10>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ <<if $L gt 10>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>\ <<if $WearUniformHorny is 1>>The initial shame was overwhelming, but when you manage to calm down, you feel your body somehow getting turned on by the situation. You can look around at the other hot women, seeing them in their similarly hot outfits. Your own uniform makes you feel more sensitive, like you have heightened senses. Your barely covered legs feel sexy in their exposed pantyhose, and having more of your arms open to contact makes you feel touched from more angles than what you’re used to. Perhaps after all that time sexualizing attractive women in their outfits, you started to find the clothes themselves hot! Without checking, it’s hard to know - but you’re sure your panties are stained with stringy precum from your chastised clitty. [[11-5 Jen 11<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $WearUniformStressed is 1>>No matter what angle you optimistically try to view this from, you’re still overwhelmed by the situation, and barely managing to keep it together. Words inisting you’re a man swirl around in your head. //I’m not a woman just because I’m wearing a dress. Even if it is to an all female school. In fact, it’s not an all female school, because I’m here. And I’m a man.// Thoughts of the world splitting so that you can fall through also seem to plague you. [[11-5 Jen 11<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 16>>\ <<if $WearUniformHorny is 1>>Despite your lust, it’s still an unfamiliar situation, and so you’re relieved when it’s the end of the day, and it spells a chance to go home, or to $Jen ‘s home, at least.\ <<else>>Naturally, you’re relieved when it’s the end of the day, signaling your freedom from the stressful torment. It’s time to go home, or to $Jen ‘s home, at least.<</if>> Exiting your last class of the day, that’s the exact person you run into. <<if $Home is 5>>“$name , what’s with the costume change?” She asks, looking you up and down, a face of shock, and almost admiration, on her. Despite a full day to think of one, you’ve got nothing. “It’s a long story.” She contemplates digging further, but decides not to. “Fair enough. Shall we?” She waves her hand in the direction of the exit, and begins walking, you beside her. The conversation, which you’re still suspicious of, broaches the topics of cooking, housework, and, in an even more surprising show of kindness, who will get the last cookie if there’s an odd number. Apparently, $Jen wants you to believe that she’ll play rock paper scissors to determine who gets it.\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>“$name , why the fuck are you wearing a dress?” “It’s a skirt and blouse.” “Whatever, dweeb. You look so pathetic. You know that right?” //Gee, isn’t that news// “So what happened? Did you decide that there’s no better time to come out as a sissy than when you get kicked out?” “It’s a long story.” It isn’t, really, but it beats explaining to $Jen the intricacies of having your teacher be hellbent on feminizing you. “Just remember that you still ow…wait, damnit!” She shouts in a fit of sudden rage. “What?” “If everyone knows you’re a sissy, then I can’t blackmail you anymore, can I?” “You’re really going to let logic get in the way of being a bitch?” “This “bitch” is the one letting you crash on her couch. Or did you forget that?”<</if>> Before you know it, you’re back at her house, which might finally mean a chance to relax after the chaotic series of days it has been. <<if $Home is 5 and $FCuck is 1>>[[11-5 Cuck 1<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 5 and $FCuck is 0>>[[11-5 Cuck No<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 6 and $FCuck is 1>>[[11-5 Cuck 1<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 6 and $FCuck is 0>>[[11-5 Cuck No<-Continue]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Jen house.jpg]] <<if $Home is 5>>“So what sha…” you begin, but a heavy pounding at the door only a moment after $Jen locks it behind her interrupts you. “Were you expecting company?” $Jen looks at you, momentarily confused, and then answers the door. There’s a man there, alone, dressed in a school uniform. Not a skirt and blouse, either but a more traditional men’s outfit. He immediately walks in without waiting for an invitation. “What’s up babe?” He leans in and kisses $Jen , then turns his attention to you. “‘This your sissy friend?” His words are discouraging twofold. Firstly, his quick identification means that however “passing” you believed you were for the past 8 hours, you were dreadfully wrong. Secondly, it means that $Jen has mentioned you to him in the past. Not as a “friend”, but as a “sissy”. Instantly you wonder whether she would have mentioned her blackmail also. “Kyle, you’re here.” She exclaims, attempting to hide the partial shock in her voice. “Yes, this is my friend, $name .” She turns to you. “This is Kyle, my boyfriend.” “Nice to meet you.” The man inspects you from top to bottom, unsure of what conclusion to come to, and so returns his attention to $Jen . “We gonna get to //it// then?” //It?// “Right, sure.” She flicks her head to you whilst now heading upstairs with her man. “Try to settle in, I’ll be busy a couple of hours.” “A bit more than that.” He chuckles, promptly receiving an elbow in his side for the joke.\ \ <<elseif $Home is 6>>A knock at the door disrupts any further conversation you and $Jen might have had. Based on how she immediately opens it, the guest is an expected one. In the doorway, there’s a man, alone, dressed in a school uniform. Not a skirt and blouse, either but a more traditional men’s outfit. He immediately walks in without waiting for an invitation. “What’s up babe?” He leans in and kisses $Jen , then turns his attention to you. “‘This your sissy friend?” His words are discouraging twofold. Firstly, his quick identification means that however “passing” you believed you were for the past 8 hours, you were dreadfully wrong. Secondly, it means that $Jen has mentioned you to him in the past. Not as a “friend”, but as a “sissy”. Instantly you wonder whether she would have mentioned her blackmail also. “Kyle, you’re here.” She exclaims, wrapping her arms around him. “I’ve missed your cock so much.” She giggles at seeing the surprise on your face. “Don’t pretend you don’t eagerly dream of dick, sissy. I know you do.” “That’d explain why his skirt is so short.” He adds. “Come on, I’ve been waiting for you to be inside me all week.” He takes him by the hand, and they commence in a mad dash up the stairs.<</if>> Once the bedroom door closes, you’re sure they’re getting right to the act. Naturally, they’re so preoccupied with the race to finish that they probably wouldn’t even notice you listening outside the door. [[11-5 Cuck Listen<-Listen in]] [[11-5 Cuck Listen No<-Do something else]]

[img[Images/Jen house.jpg]] <<if $Home is 5>>“Well,” $Jen begins at the end of your journey. “You’re probably eager to destress after yesterday, I suppose. I’ll leave you to it. I need to decide on an outfit for tomorrow anyway.” “Why, what’s going on tomorrow?” “Me and my boyfriend - we always do things on Saturdays.” “Oh. Right.” “Still, I suppose it would have been nice to do something, but there’s always next week.” She comforts you, and perhaps herself, too.\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>“Make yourself busy, sissy. I have shit to do. Feel free to do the laundry or something, but if I catch you stealing my panties, you’ll be out the door so fast that your head spins.” With a threat like that, you promise yourself not to. Not unless the panties are particularly nice.<</if>> [[Room 5/6<-Continue][$M to $M + 30]]

[img[Images/Door handle.jpg]] Naturally, the sounds you hear are muffled, but you can pick up a few words in the midst of foreplay. <<if $Home is 5>>"Your friend ‘s quite the character. Does he always look so pathetic?” “You don’t have to be so mean. I think he looked kinda cute.” “And this is the same guy you’ve been making you do your homework for the past 8 weeks?” “Do you have to linger on him? Just shut up and fill me already.” “If you insist…”\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>“Your friend ‘s quite the character. Does he always look so pathetic?” “The uniform’s new.” “I don’t blame you for making him do your homework. Someone that diminutive is always going to be looking for a sexy woman to lick the feet of.” “Not like you…”<</if>> Evidently, the couple are not one for extensive foreplay, nor roleplay, either. The sounds of frenzied sex are more than audible through the door. Hell, they’d probably be loud and clear from the garage, too. First, it’s his grunts that are the most noticeable. With each and every “eugh!” and “mmya”, you can envisage the corresponding thrust. Then, once she’s sufficiently wet, her moans eclipse his. Not only are they higher in pitch, but she puts together full sentences. “Give it to me! Harder. HARDER!” She roars. Even a detached house like $Jen ‘s might still get a noise complaint. Whilst their exclamations of sexual pleasure allow you to imagine the speed they’re going at, you have to utilize your creativity to fantasize about what position they’re in. Were they in too much of a rush to do anything more interesting than missionary? Are such rapid sexual encounters so common for them that they begin with the funner positions? Doggy style? Cowgirl? Your mind is set loose with possibilities, and soon enough, you’re as turned on as they are. But not just from the recollection of those positions and acts, but hearing this girl you know, who’s used and tormented you for months, getting railed by her boyfriend. And this is isn’t the passive kind of lust you’re used to, like when you’re at Farrix. If you had access to your cock right now, you’d be stroking it like a maniac. Without such options, you’re left only to fantasize. To fantasize about being in the room with them, about smelling the scents they’re making, about assisting them in their love-making. //What am I talking about?// //I’m on a chair in the corner of the room, tied up, left with no choice but to watch as they shag for endless hours…// You shake off the distasteful thoughts, so appalled at what you considered that you actually step away from the door. <<if $Home is 5>>//This is $Jen . I might not understand why, but she is my friend now. Why would I be turned on at imagining such things?//\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>//This is $Jen , who’s only been a cruel humiliatrix in my life. Why would I be turned on at imagining such things?//<</if>> Almost desperate, you search for something else to do in the house. [[Room 5/6<-Continue][$H to $H + 2]]

There’s little to be gained from hearing a bed squeak, $Jen moan, Kyle grunt, or your head reminding you of your own sexual ineptitude. That said, you do feel bizarrely noble in heading somewhere else in the house. Still, if the two are a long term item, then you might have to get used to them skipping up the stairs like school children, frantically undressing, and then getting down and dirty. [[Room 5/6<-Continue][$M to $M + 30]]

<<set $Day to $Day + 1, $Day3 to $Day3 + 1>>\ <<if $Day3 is 8>><<set $Day3 to 1>><</if>>\ <<set $SleepProcess to 1>>\ <<if $Day3 gt 5>><<set $Weekend to 1, $Weekday to 0>><<else>><<set $Weekend to 0, $Weekday to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 lt 6>><<set $Weekend to 0, $Weekday to 1>><<else>><<set $Weekend to 1, $Weekday to 0>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 2>><<set $M to 0>>\ <<if $C5 lte 0 and $Home is 5>><<set $S to $S + 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Bed2 is 1>><<set $S to $S - 1>><</if>>\ <<if $SD is 2 and $Day3 is 6>><<set $Priority to 1>><<elseif $SD is 3 and $Day3 is 6>><<set $Priority to 1>><<elseif $SD is 4 and $Day3 is 6>><<set $Priority to 1>><<elseif $SD is 5 and $Day3 is 6>><<set $Priority to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Fem lt 50>>[img[Images/R - Moon 3.jpg]]\ <<elseif $Fem lt 100>>[img[Images/R - Moon 4.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $Pills is 5>><<set $Pills to 6>>As you’re trying to fall asleep on your belly, you notice an unfamiliar feeling on your chest. There’s something between your body and the mattress. A pair of boobs. A pair of boobs attached to you, in the same way that your hand is, your leg is, your penis is. While they’re modest by adult standards and bound to go unrecognized, you can still feel them in your hands. There’s enough there for you to get a solid grip on, and to roll them around in your hands. There’s not much sleep to be had as you realize that this isn’t a dream; this is reality.\ <<elseif $Pills is 19>><<set $Pills to 20>>Tonight, you don’t even need to be laying on your front to see a change in your breasts, and any hopes of them being unnoticed can fade away into your memory. Your boobs are, if anything, slightly larger than average for a woman, and for a supposed “man”, enormous. Next to hoping that everyone in the city suddenly becomes blind, you can only dream that people are either too distracted to notice, or too kind to draw attention to it. //I don’t know why I let it go this far, but I can’t take anymore of those pills.//\ <<elseif $Pills is 12>><<set $Pills to 13>>You were just beginning to get used to your new boobs, but laying down on your front alerts you to another change. Groping your breasts, you realize they’re actually bigger. And not only are they big enough for you to feel, they’re probably large enough to make a sizable impression against your shirt. Anyone paying the slightest attention to you will likely notice your breasts. It was one thing when you could hide them beneath your clothes. Like your chastity cage, any bulge could have been excused as the movement of clothing, but these boobs are only slightly smaller than average for a woman. This is going to make life very interesting.\ <<elseif $Fem lt 51>><<elseif $Home is 5 and $Fem lt 51>>Just as before, you settle in next to $Jen , which instantly reminds you of your lack of relationship experience. //Am I hogging the duvet?// //How close to the center of the bed is too close?// Given that you almost tumble out out of the bed, you can probably lay less on the edge. And perhaps it’s because of her recent breakup, but you’re growing increasingly certain that $Jen has an arm wrapped around you, or an interlocked leg, though every time you check, you’re proven wrong. That, or she retracts her limbs just before you can confirm it. Still, your bedtime companionship actually helps you sleep, and soon enough, you’re not thinking about anything else real, only hypotheticals that would have changed your life decades ago, or battle plans to fight an unholy union of goblins and elves…\ <<elseif $Home is 6 and $Fem lt 51>>Whilst you thought that after your first experience with $Jen ‘s couch you might be less victim to its comfort tonight, you were sorely mistaken. If anything, it seems to have altered its cushion makeup to maximize your current comfort. Suffice to say, you depart for the realm of sleep in no time at all.\ <<elseif $Home is 5>>$Jen snuggles up to you as soon as the lamps are turned off, and it’s an incredible feeling, if still alien. Hugging, or cuddling, is one thing, but to have someone be so romantically physical with you is sweet. Perhaps sadly, you don’t get to savor the moment for long, as you’re soon in dreamland.\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>With each night that you wrap a blanket over yourself on the heavenly couch, you grow increasingly certain that the piece of upholstery is actually a creature from a science fiction film. A mimic sort of being that lures you in, just to one day kill you, control you, or turn you into one of it. //I think the only thing more comfortable than sleeping on this couch would be being the couch…// Suffice to say, you quickly depart reality, and head to dreamland.<</if>> <<if $Fem is 52 and $Day3 is 3 and $FABDL is 1>>[[12-3 Diaper<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Fem is 53 and $Day3 is 4 and $FABDL is 1 and $Home is 5>>[[13-4 Diaper Good<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Fem is 53 and $Day3 is 4 and $FABDL is 1 and $Home is 6>>[[13-4 Diaper Bad<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Fem is 53 and $Day3 is 1 and $Home is 5>>[[14-1 Chaste 1<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Weekday is 1>>[[Morning School Jen<-Continue to the morning]]\ <<elseif $Weekend>>[[Morning Weekend Jen<-Continue to the morning]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 7>>\ <<if $Home is 6 and $DiaperA is 1>>[img[Images/Couch.jpg]] Stretching against your returning consciousness, $Jen is perched on a chair nearby, a bowl of cereal being spooned into her mouth. “Just how long have you been watching me sleep?” “Too long. You only look more pathetic when your eyes are shut.” She swoops in and removes the blanket from off of you. $Jen leers at the diaper around your chastised clit, her face showing that she’s as pleased as she could possibly be at this time, and for someone that she has as much disdain for as she does you. “Good. It was a dry night. I wish I could say the same - my pussy was sweating when I woke up. I must have been dreaming about juicy dicks again. Do you ever get that, sissy?” “No, but sometimes I dream that you shut up.” “That’s cute, loser. Or maybe it’s your diapers that are making you more adorable. You should let all the girls at Farrix know what you’re wearing beneath your skirt - they’ll think you’re absolutely precious!” Tired of her torment, you rip off the diaper. Sadly, you’ll be in one again by the end of the day.\ <<elseif $Home is 5 and $DiaperA is 1>>[img[Images/Jen Bedroom.jpg]] $Jen ‘s arms are wrapped around your waist like she were attempting to suplex you, but you can now confidently say that’s what she does when she’s fond of someone. “Morning, sweetie. Did you sleep well?” “Wonderfully, especially with you next to me.” $Jen checks under the covers, feeling both the sheets, and your diaper. “Aww, my sweetie had another dry night. I’m so proud of you. “ Together, you get up and eat a pleasant breakfast, interspersed with discussion of your respective plans for the day. As nice as cereal is, the company is always the highlight.\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>[img[Images/Couch.jpg]] Stirring on sofa, $Jen is awake, dressed, made-up, and smugly has a bowl of cereal on her lap, which she eats while watching you stretch and shake off the sleep time cobwebs. “$name , it’s clear you have a thing for the couch. Please though, use protection.” “I’m not going to fuck the couch.” “So you say, but we both know you have very little sexual success otherwise. All I ask is that you slip on a condom before going to town on it.” “$Jen , you know I’m locked in a chastity cage, right? How would that even work?” She shrugs her shoulders. “I’m sure there’s a way. Maybe if you keep gooning to porn like the loser you are, you’ll find it.”\ <<elseif $Home is 5>>[img[Images/Jen Bedroom.jpg]] You and $Jen stir at the same time, which makes starting the day a lot easier, especially when it’s a school day, and you’ve got 8 hours away from each other. “Good morning, $name . Shall we get some breakfast in us before we head to Farrix?” With the threat of a good time, you’re more than ready to jump out of bed, and head to the kitchen. The meal isnothing fancy, but the company makes it worth it. You and $Jen sit shoulder to shoulder on the couch, absently listening to morning television, though naturally much more interested in what each other has to say. Sadly, you can’t stay with each other forever, and so you both get ready for a day at school.<</if>> <<if $Day is 1 and $Fem is 53 and visited("12-5 Sex Yes")>>“Are you still going to try your hand at talking to Miss $Gray ?” “Do or do not, $name , there is no try.” $Jen answers. “Trust me, you’ll be out of that cage in a couple of hours. What could go wrong?” <</if>>\ [[Room 5/6<-Continue][$M to 30]]

<<set $H to 9>>\ <<if $Home is 6 and $DiaperA is 1>>[img[Images/Couch.jpg]] Stirring on the divine sofa, $Jen ensures your slow acclimatization to being awake again goes much more violently than it would naturally. The blanket, asylum provider from cold, is yanked off, and she wafts it in front of you, the cool air unpleasant without any cover. “Good, you’re awake.” //Thanks to you//. She dumps the blanket on the floor, no doubt expecting you to fold it, before leering at your crotch. “It’s a diaper. Haven’t you seen one before?” You snide. “Not one worn by such a pathetic loser, no.” She inspects a little closer. “It seems you had a dry night - good sissy. Keep this up, and I might let you go back to big girl panties.” “For some reason, I don’t believe you.” Slightly relieved that you didn’t have anymore “accidents”, you tear off the diaper, free of its burden for another 12 hours.\ <<elseif $Home is 5 and $DiaperA is 1>>[img[Images/Jen Bedroom.jpg]] You and $Jen stir at the same time, ready to fight the day together. The morning, at least. Prior to any hugging or pillow talk, though, she insists on doing a check under the covers - a check to prove your continence. “Good, you’ve had another dry night.” $Jen kisses you on the forehead. “I’m so proud of you.” “Thanks.” //She’s really leaning into this whole “diaper” thing//. “Shall we?” $Jen suggests, tossing her corner of the quilt over, getting out of bed as she does. “Before anything, we need to get you out of that diaper. Leaving you in one too long might get your bottom sore.” She delicately removes the diaper, tossing it in the trash. “Good girl.”\ \ \ \ <<elseif $Home is 6>>[img[Images/Couch.jpg]] Stirring on the divine sofa, you’re still up later than $Jen , though not by much, the current tapping of ceramic and cutlery on marble from the kitchen would attest to. “You’re up? That’s a shame; you need some more beauty sleep.” $Jen remarks, not even turning around to look at you whilst she delivers the insult. She must have heard your footsteps. “Do you practice being a bitch before you step out of the bedroom, or is it just something you can do without thinking?” “Actually, something is spurred inside of me when you’re around. I thought it was a vomit reflex at first, but it turns out I just need to remind you of your place. The rest of the world is thankful for me.” “You should hear what the rest of the world says when you’re not around.” “Oh really? Is it a compliment to my beauty, my sense of style, my effortless elegance, or maybe, my extreme generosity in allowing you to sleep here?” “...yeah, something like that.”\ <<elseif $Home is 5 and visited("12-1 Jen Attract")>><<set $H to 10>>[img[Images/Jen Bedroom.jpg]] You and $Jen stir at the same time, though, cradling each other with warm arms, there’s little desire to do anything. Sweet pillow talk bookends your sleep, and it’s only once your partner realizes that you’ve been spooning for an extra hour does she insist that you get up. Perhaps it’s her far greater experience in relationships that allow her to make such tough decisions, compared to you. Were you the one to wear pants in this relationship, you’d lay together all day, occasionally getting up to collect delivered food or go to the bathroom.\ <<elseif $Home is 5>>[img[Images/Jen Bedroom.jpg]] $Jen is stretching just as your eyes adjust to the light bleeding into the room. “Morning.” “Morning, $name . You know, I actually had a dream about you.” “Oh?” “Yeah. It was Valentine’s Day, and you surprised with a bouquet of roses. Isn’t that funny?” You giggle slightly. “That is strange. If I had to buy you a present, I think I’d just give you 50$. I know you’d like that.” “Right, I suppose so. Shall we?” Together, you eat breakfast, until it’s time to begin the day properly. A paranoid part of your brain is concerned that $Ash might be lurking outside one of the windows, looking for a chance to ruin another one of your relationships. Thankfully, $Jen ‘s property has a pretty tall fence. If she could get in, you’d be as impressed as you were terrified. <</if>> [[Room 5/6<-Continue]]

<<set $Var to 0>>\ <<set $Priority to 0>>\ [img[Images/Jen Bedroom.jpg]] Alarmingly, there’s the faint sound of animals screaming coming from somewhere in the house. It’s a game of hot and cold as you try to locate the source. Tracing it back to $Jen ‘s room, you quickly discover that the “animals” that are screaming, are in fact a pair of humans: $Jen , and her boyfriend. Naturally, you can’t tear yourself away from the source of yelling, and listen in as closely as possible without hinting at your presence. “I don’t see why you think it’s that big of a deal!” “Am I not enough for you anymore? Or was I never enough, and you no longer care about sparing my feelings?” “Babe, you know it’s not like that. You’ve got the best pussy I’ve ever had, you know that!” “I’m starting to think you’ve tried more pussies than what you told me when we first got together.” “Are you accusing me of cheating?” <<if $FCuck is 1>>“We only went for 3 rounds yesterday. Normally you’re good for at least. And you said we’d do anal, but what was it you said? “I’m too tired.” I don’t buy it.”\ <<else>>“It’d explain why I see less of you now.”<</if>> “$Jen , why would I settle for friend chicken from the streets, when I’ve got prime rib at home?” “Y…you mean that?” “Of course I do. Come here.” They take a moment, presumably to embrace. “I’m sorry, Kyle. I guess I’ve just been a little paranoid lately.” “You don’t have to apologize for anything.” “...I love you Kyle.” <<if $Jen isnot "Jennifer">>“I love you, Jennifer.”\ <<else>>“I love you, Maddie.”<</if>> There’s another pause, this one somehow more violent than the first. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME?” “$Jen , I said $Jen !” “Lying, now gaslighting? Get out of here! I never want to see you again.” “But I…” “FUCK OFF!” She yells, and after another uncomfortable period of silence, you hear footsteps approach you, and the door. In an effort to appear like you weren’t eavesdropping on their intimate conversation, you act like you were only now just walking towards the bedroom. The man’s chest almost knocks you clean off your feet. <<if $FCuck is 1>>“I wouldn’t bother, sissy.” He lowers his tone to barely a whisper. “The bitch is real mad.” He stomps down the stairs, more angry at himself than anyone else.\ <<else>>“And who the fuck are you?” He bellows, eyeing you up and down with the same subtlety as a scientist sizing up their guinea pig. He looks back over his shoulder, towards $Jen . “You want to claim I’m cheating when you’re the one with a sissy running around your house?” “I’m not sleeping with him!” “Whatever.” He grunts, stomping past you and down the stairs.<</if>> $Jen is on the edge of her bed when you enter the bedroom, her face cushioned by two palms. “Are you alright?” “Great, $name , just great.” She snides, without the same heart you’re used to hearing. You take a seat next to her, pondering how best to comfort the heart-broken woman. [[11-6 Romance 2<-Put an arm around her][$Var to 1]] [[11-6 Romance 2<-Stay silent][$Var to 2]]

<<set $JenR to $JenR + 1>>\ <<if $Var is 1>>Staying silent, you wrap your arm her. Surprisingly, she leans into it, burying her face into your chest. Her sobs become much louder now, even though they’re muffled. “I just want someone who will treat me nice, is that so much to ask? I swear, this always happens. I get close to a guy, then they end up sleeping around. Why can’t I attract the good ones?” She places a hand on your thigh, though she instantly retracts it. “I…I’m sorry $name . Let’s just go to sleep.” She undresses in front of you, then shambles into bed. Based on her words, you can assume she meant you should sleep in the bed with her. Again.\ <<elseif $Var is 2>>Unaware of what to say, you simply remain silent. At the very least, your presence next to her might be a comfort. She weeps into her palms some more, than after a minute or so, removes her hands and whips her hair backwards. Either her skin must be very absorbent, or her tears are dry, because her face doesn’t show any sign of crying, though you immediately dismiss that as an error of your vision. “Whatever. He was a jerk anyway.” “What was the argument about in the first place?” “The bastard wanted a threesome. Don’t men realize how insulting of a request that is?” “Umm…” “I shouldn’t have expected anything less. I only got with him for his dick. I suppose he knew how good it was too, and felt like other people deserved a try.” She pauses, pondering the argument. “Of course, it’d have to be another woman. But if I suggested that we get a 2nd man involved, he’d be the one offended.” $Jen breathes a heavy sigh. “Men are such dicks.” “Yeah…sorry about that.” As if you personally could take such responsibility. And if such a thing were possible, are you even in such a position to do so. Looking in the mirror, each day you seem to look less and less like one. “Come on, let’s just go to sleep.” She undresses in front of you, then shambles into bed. Based on her words, you can assume she meant you should sleep in the bed with her. Again.<</if>> [[Sleep Home 5/6<-Zzzzz]]

[img[Images/Jen house.jpg]] While you still have to fight your nature to walk to $Hannah ‘s house after being done at Farrix, you’re soon approaching $Jen ‘s much more luxurious abode. Just as you’re opening the front gate to the property, though, a woman accosts you. A particularly scantily-clad woman, at that. Furthermore, as you turn to face her, you’re immediately taken aback by her garish makeup, consisting of red lipstick, blue eyeshadow, enough eyeliner that her waterline might actually absorb light, and perhaps a palette’s worth of blush. Her clothing, featuring red platform boots, fishnet pantyhose, a tiny denim skirt which barely hides her cameltoe, and a black crop top, also gives you a pretty vivid idea of her profession. “Hi, do you live here?” “Err...not really. My friend does.” “Oh, you’re friends with $Jen ?” <<if $Home is 5>>//I think so// “Yes.”\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>//I prefer the term “in house victim”// “Yes.”<</if>> “That’s nice. What’s she up to now? Is she still dating those dickheads?” <<if $Home is 5>>“Not anymore, actually, though that’s kind of recent.” “That’s good to hear. I always told her she could do so much better than just sleeping around for good dick. They’re hard to come by, but sometimes the long ones come with a good personality.” “Right.” There’s a long pause. The woman is still staring hearts at the house, and you’re unsure if it’s a good idea to entertain her any longer. Still, if she says she knows $Jen , maybe you shouldn’t distrust her. “You know, $Jen ‘s probably going to be here in a couple of minutes. You could wait around to see her if you want.”\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>“Kind of. I’ve not heard much about them.” The woman starts laughing. “I guess she’s gotten a little subtler.” “Right.” There’s a long pause. The woman is still staring hearts at the house, and you’re unsure if it’s a good idea to entertain her any longer. Still, if she says she knows $Jen , maybe you shouldn’t distrust her. “You know, $Jen ‘s probably going to be here in a couple of minutes. You could wait around to see her if you want.”<</if>> “What?” Her attention shifts back to you in a hurry. “Of course, it’s past 4, isn’t it?” She begins shuffling away on her 8 inch heels. “I’ve just not got the time.” “She’ll only be here in 5 minutes.” At hearing that, the promiscuous lady trots away faster. “It’s okay!” She shouts back. You shake off whatever the hell that interaction was, though you eye her as best you can whilst walking up to the house. From what you can tell, she enters the rear seat of a black sedan. [img[Images/Sedan.jpg]] //Must be a John she’s with…oh well// [[Room 5/6<-Continue][$M to 30]]

<<set $Priority to 0>>\ <<set $H to $H + 1>>\ The scene in the lounge is almost uncanny, like seeing a clone of yourself. The TV is off, which isnot abnormal, but the several candles that are lit certainly are. They litter both the counters and the floors. Similarly, there’s a soft instrumental soundtrack permeating the air. The soft string playing almost makes you feel relaxed, for the first time in a long time It all creates a further shift in tone for $Jen that you want to question if she’s been drinking, or if she has an identical twin that you’ve been interacting with ever since you moved in. [img[Images/Candles.jpg]] Your housemate is on the couch, gazing at you from the moment you, perplexed, enter the scene. “Hi, $name .” “Hey…$Jen . What’s, emm…what’s with all this?” “Just a little ambience. You don’t like it?” “No…it’s just unexpected is all.” She pats the cushion next to her. “Take a seat.” Gulping, you do. “I’m sorry for what you overheard the other day - between me and Kyle. I hate it when things get that ugly. Thing is, I’ve realized that, romantically, guys like that aren’t my type. Sure, having someone who can please me in bed is nice. But I want someone for the other 20 hours of the day. Someone to share breakfast with, someone who I want to cook dinner for. Someone who I can cuddle before going to sleep. Kyle wasn’t like that. None of my boyfriends ever have been.” Still intimidated, you murmur your best words of comfort. “That’s…unfortunate.” She leans in closer, shutting out the distance between you. Her hand strokes the hair out of your eyes, and you now notice that she’s redone her makeup since this morning. “I’ve realized that if I want someone who cares for me emotionally, I have to look for someone else. They need to be softer, gentle, able to relate to me. Maybe even someone a little feminine.” “I didn’t know you swung that way.” “Me neither. I guess I just found the right person.” “And who’s that?” She’s silent, contemplative, deciding what to do. Or maybe not what to do, but if she should do what she really //wants// to do. Suddenly, she completely closes the gap between you, and her lips meet yours. //[[12-1 Jen Attract 2<-Huh?]]//

The kiss lasts less than a second before she pulls away. $Jen still has the same look in her eyes - a look of desire, only now, you’re certain that’s what it is. “What?” “I don’t know!” $Jen exclaims, suddenly getting up and pacing around room. She turns off the music, making every moment that isn’t filled with either of your voices painfully quiet. “What do you want me to say? That for some reason I’ve got feelings for the sissy I’ve been bullying for the past 2 months? And the extortion, I know. I feel bad enough, you don’t have to remind me.” “You’re attracted to me?” “I don’t know what it is.” She can’t work up the courage to look at you at all, and so she simply stares at the ground that’s a step ahead of where she’s pacing. “I really, from the bottom of my heart WAS disgusted by you when we first met, but you have no idea how pleased I was. There was a sissy at Farrix - at an all girls school! That was easy money; I knew I could have milked you dry effortlessly. But then something happened.” She sighs <<if visited("Jen 7c")>>“When I figured out Miss $Gray was the one keeping you in chastity, I felt bad for some reason. I should have just ignored my feelings. But no. I had to be nice to you, didn’t I? I had to invite you to my house to help you break out. I had to ask you to stick around afterwards. Eugh, what is wrong with me?”\ <<elseif visited("Jen 7b")>>“When I figured out Miss $Gray was the one keeping you in chastity, I felt bad for some reason. I should have just ignored my feelings. But no. I had to be nice to you, didn’t I? I had to invite you to my house to help you break out. And then I just had to ask you hang out afterwards.”\ <<else>>“To tell you the truth, part of me is glad that you did paid me. At some point, I wouldn’t want to expose you. But I’d already said I would, so I felt I’d have to.”<</if>> It’s hard to know when to interject, or what even to interject with. Insead, you let her exhaust herself with her emotional exposition. “All my life, I knew I liked men. Never thought girls were for me. Of course, I’d never considered that I might feel something for a sissy. Why should I have to consider that? You’re the worst. So vain, obsessed with clothing and makeup. You want cock more than I do! It’s concerning at that point.” Her attention returns to you. “Feel free to stop me at any point.” “I’m as confused as you are.” //Probably more// “So?” “What?” “Do you like me that way too? Or have I embarrassed myself completely for no reason?” [[12-1 Jen Attract Good<-“Of course I like you…”]] [[12-1 Jen Attract Mid<-“I don’t know…”]] [[12-1 Jen Attract Bad<-“How could I like you that way?”]]

<<set $JenR to $JenR + 1>>\ [img[Images/Candles 2.jpg]] “Of course I like you. You’re beautiful, charming, and nice enough to let me crash at your house.” She sits on the couch next to you, her expression calming slightly. “You really mean that? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?” Rather than have to debate and persuade her of your genuine thoughts, you lean toward her instead, reestablishing the kiss. The only sounds to be heard in the house are the sloppy friction between lips, moans, and the tumble of your backwards onto the couch, where the makeout session continues for a heavenly amount of time. … “For someone as inexperienced as you, you’re a strangely good kisser.” “So are you.” “I’ve had a lot of practice. But I swear, those days are behind me. I want to really get to know you, $name . This relationship shouldn’t just be about sex.” “That’s good to hear.” You look down at your crotch. “It’s pretty hard for me to have sex.” $Jen stares at your crotch too, the realization apparent on her face. “Right. Your chastity cage…the one Miss $Gray keeps you in. Does she…let you out often?” “About every leap year.” <<if $FCuck is 1>>“Oh.” She can’t hide how disheartened she is. “Well, look. I still want to be with you. But I have a history of being…promiscuous. And eager for, you know, sex. I’ll try my hardest to resist those urges, for us. But I want you to know what you’re getting into.”\ <<elseif $FCuck is 0>>“Oh, right.” She can’t hide how disheartened she is. “Well, I’ve always been a sexual person, but for you, I promise I’ll resist those urges. If you can’t have sex, then I’ll approach life with the same attitude.”<</if>> Hearing how understanding she is is encouraging. And after how flattering her confession was, you’re beginning to wonder if being kicked out by $Hannah was actually a blessing in disguise. “Come on, $name . Let’s do something special this week to celebrate this. For now, let’s go to sleep. I can’t wait to begin this chapter of our life together.” [[Sleep Home 5/6<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $Home to 6>>\ [img[Images/Candles 2.jpg]] “I don’t know…” “What? How can you not know? It’s pretty simple: when you look at me, do you feel butterflies in your stomach?” “I don’t know if that’s still nerves from you blackmailing me.” “Just put aside the blackmail for a minute.” “How am I supposed to do that?” “Just do it! Concentrate on this moment, and on the future. How do you feel about me?” “...I don’t know!” “Then your answer’s “no”. If you don’t look at me and think “I’d like to go on a date with her”, then you’re clearly not interested. So just say that!” Her voice has increased to a yell now, which is putting you even further on the backfoot. “Well I’m sorry if I can’t tell when I’m attracted to someone or not. Being kept perpetually in a chastity cage has a tendency to mess with someone’s sexual feelings.” “And who’s the one who tried to get you out of that?” “You?” “Exactly!” “You think that just because you did a nice thing for me, that I owe you attraction?” “...no, but you could be a little more appreciative.” “Would you prefer me to lie, and say that I am attracted to you? Do you want to go on picnics and nights out together, with me all the time pretending to like you that way?” “I DON’T KNOW!” There’s a minute of awkward quiet following her eruption, and she sits back down on the couch to comfort her face with her hands. She’s silent, contemplating how to recover from the embarrassment. You’re silent, not knowing what on earth to say. “I never should have brought this up. Of course you’re just looking for a way to get back at me for the whole “blackmail” thing.” “Get back at you?” “Yes!” She unhides her from her palms. There’s 2 long streaks of tears trickling down from her eyes. “A stupid sissy like you would have to like me. How could you not? You’re still holding a simple grudge. It’s petty, really.” “A grudge? Can’t it be that I just don’t like you?” “That’s what you’d like me to believe, isn’t it - that someone who I “cared” for didn’t feel the same way. I’m not that stupid, $name . I see through you.” “B…” “Save it, I’ve heard enough. For how childish you’re being, I should kick you out just like your step sister did. But I’ve got a better idea. Any sort of rapport you had with me is out the window. You’ll be sleeping on the couch, just like you were supposed to.” “That’s what I asked to do the day I moved in.” “Enough of your lip, sissy. You’re just my toy. And now that you’re living in my house, I intend on playing with you.” She storms upstairs, having confused you as only she can. [[Sleep Home 5/6<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $TimesSpatOn to $TimesSpatOn + 1>>\ <<set $Home to 6>>\ <<set $JenR to $JenR - 1>>\ [img[Images/Candles 2.jpg]] “How could I like you that way? From the day I met you, you’ve been trying to take advantage of me, and now you expect me to be attracted to you?” “That whole “blackmail” thing was in the past!” “It was 7 days ago.” “Yeah, in the past.” “You stole the money that I worked hard for, just because you saw a sissy who you could exert your will over.” “And now look at us. Isn’t it crazy how things change?” “You haven’t changed. You’re probably still trying to take advantage of me. If you did it once, how can I possibly believe you now?” “You think I’d be willing to kiss you just to sell the story?” “Most people wouldn’t. But most people also wouldn’t try blackmailing someone.” $Jen ‘s in a stunned state of disbelief and anger. No doubt she expected her feelings to be reciprocated, and now she’s having to deal with that rejection in front of you. She doesn’t take it well. Her hands plummet into her face, and she collapses on the couch, audibly weeping, even through her muffling arms. You don’t make an attempt to comfort her, though. After all she’s done to you, does she deserve it? Probably not. Were you not so invigorated by the argument, you might find the current moment awkward, but instead you walk away, or attempt to. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” “Upstairs.” “Did I say we were done here? This is my house. Evidently I’ve been treating you too nicely. A sissy like you isn’t used to that, are you? It’s time you get what you’re used to. What you //deserve//. You’re a pathetic waste of a person. I say when we’re done.” “Fine. Are we done?” “Not until you know your place. You can forget sleeping in a bed. The couch is all you get. You can forget hanging out after school, too, or talking over dinner. I don’t want to waste my time with the likes of you.” “Are we done now?” $Jen gets up to be at level with you. She opens her mouth, though (perhaps unsure of what today) quickly shuts it again. Instead, she shoots a ball of spit directly onto your face. “You’re disgusting.” Satisfied for today, she storms off to her bedroom, and you take her spot on the couch. Having upset her so dramatically, you might have to get used to sleeping here. [[Sleep Home 5/6<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $Priority to 0>>\ <<set $H to $H + 1>>\ <<if visited("12-1 Jen Attract") and $Home is 6>>You’re just about ready to collapse on your improvised bed again, when a knock at the front door removes you from any such hopes. You instinctively go to open it - primarily filled with curiosity at who it could be at this hour. $Jen didn’t mention that she had invited anyone over. Then again, she probably wouldn’t inform you of that type of thing right now anyway. “Fuck off, sissy. This is for me.” $Jen screams, shuffling down the stairs with great alacrity. She shoves you out of the way to get to the door handle, and opens it to reveal it’s Kyle: $Jen ‘s ex boyfriend. “Why is your sissy friend still here? Did I really have to specify I don’t swing that way?” He asks, his attention towards $Jen . “Whatever. Just come in so we can get this over with.” She gestures him to go to the bedroom, though she lingers behind for a moment. “I thought you two broke up.” “We did. I asked him here for his dick.” “Classy.” “Shut up, sissy. Besides, I have a favor I need doing. Go to the store and get us some condoms.” “Now?” “No, wait for when there’s a sale.” She moans. “Yes, now!” “So if I don’t want to be your boyfriend, you’ll make me your butler?” “Sure, whatever shuts you up faster.” “And if I say no?” “Then you can sleep on the streets. Watch me care. But we both know you’ll swallow your pride if it means getting to live with such a goddess for another day.” She practically skips upstairs to follow her partner. //This is so demeaning, but she’s right. Anything is preferable to her kicking me out of her house// [[12-2 Buy condoms<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>You’re just about ready to collapse on your improvised bed again, when a knock at the front door removes you from any such hopes. You instinctively go to open it - primarily filled with curiosity at who it could be at this hour. $Jen didn’t mention that she had invited anyone over. Then again, she probably wouldn’t inform you of that type of thing right now anyway. “Fuck off, sissy. This is for me.” $Jen screams, shuffling down the stairs with great alacrity. She shoves you out of the way to get to the door handle, and opens it to reveal Kyle. “Why is your sissy friend still here?” He asks to $Jen . Were it not for him referencing, you might think he can’t see you at all. “He’s making himself useful, isn’t he?” She shoots a pointed look at you. “Am I?” $Jen rolls her eyes, then gestures for her boyfriend to head upstairs. “Yes, you are. We need condoms. Several.” “Are chemists open at this hour?” She shrugs her shoulders. “There’ll be a convenience store somewhere.” “And you expect me to get them?” “I told you I’d make use of you while you stayed here.” She dashes up to the top of the staircase. “And if I say no?” “Then you can take yourself and all your stuff out to the streets. I’m giving you my couch. All I want is a few condoms. It would seem to me like you’ve got it easy.” //This is so demeaning, but she’s right. Anything is preferable to her kicking me out of her house// [[12-2 Buy condoms<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $Home is 5>>It’d be about time to head to bed, but there’s a knock at the front door, and based on $Jen ‘s reaction, she knows who it is. “I suppose it’s about time.” “Huh?” “Just wait here. I’ll explain everything in a minute.” Not entertaining your questions, she gets up to open the door, and chats with whoever is there. Sadly, you can’t quite make out who it is at this angle. After a minute or so, a man enters the house, and hops upstairs. A man you’re faintly familiar with - Kyle. $Jen slowly walks over to you, and she immediately recognizes your confusion. “I can explain.” “Why exactly is your ex boyfriend in the house?” She takes a deep breath. “You remember when I said I really wanted to make sure this relationship between us works? Because I meant it. I will do whatever it takes for me and you to be a great couple. But there’s one issue. I’m //really// used to being fucked. Regularly. I don’t know if I can quit cold turkey. The healthiest thing to do would be to slowly ween myself off it.” “So he’s here to sex with you?” “Kinda…” “We’ve only been together a day.” “I know! I’m sorry, $name . I feel bad, please believe that. I have no feelings for Kyle anymore, I just need him inside of me.” “I see.” There’s a painful break in the conversation. It’s obvious from $Jen ‘s face that she feels bad, but what are you supposed to say to this revelation? It’s not like you have much comparable experience. “I’d offer to let you watch, but it might be for the best if you stay out the bedroom for a couple of hours.” “You’d want me to watch?” $Jen shrugs her shoulders, unsure of how to comfort you further. “2 hours at most.” Just like that, she follows her ex to the bedroom, and with a warning for you to not follow. [[12-2 Cuck Sofa<-Wait…]]<</if>>

Closing the front door behind you, the cool night air feels extra bitter considering your humiliating task. $Jen ‘s demand should at least make you more familiar with the area, which you’re still not used to, though it’s doubtful that you’ll ever need to spontaneously buy condoms for yourself. On the journey, you’re unsure the appropriate pace for such a task, as though someone would be evaluating your performance. Rushing to a shop in order to be done quicker would get you back to $Jen ‘s house sooner. Plus, it’d also please her, though whether you want that or not is a separate issue. Alternatively, taking your time and enjoying the stroll is sure to annoy her, though it would also make it clear that you don’t agree with being given these types of orders. In the end, you settle for a pace somewhere in the middle. Thankfully, there proves to multiple convenience stores in agreeable proximity to $Jen ‘s house. While “In A Jiffy” and “Later Than Late” are both appealing shops, you instead enter Quick ‘n Cheap. [img[Images/Conbini.jpg]] Approaching the counter, you’re reminded of just how embarrassing the task is. Thankfully, the clerk, a man a decade or so off retirement, has no reason to suspect you’re shopping for sadistic housemate’s boyfriend. “Hi, do you have any contraception?” “Small, medium or large?” “Good question.” The way $Jen talked about loving Kyle’s dick, it’d be very confusing if his member was anything less than 8 inches. So it //probably// would fall under the “large” category. Then again, maybe he just uses it well. Medium might mean mediocre size, but not necessarily mediocre performance. Going further down that train of thought, who’s to say he doesn’t have a tiny pecker in his pants? He’d have to use it with the grace and skill of an expert ninja, mind you, but it shouldn’t be ruled out. //Probably not that, but still, it’d be funny to see $Jen ‘s face when her boyfriend struggles to put on a 4” condom// <<if $I gt 19>>[[12-2 Buy condoms 2<-Buy large condoms][$Var to 1, $I to $I - 20]] [[12-2 Buy condoms 2<-Buy medium condoms][$Var to 2, $I to $I - 20]] [[12-2 Buy condoms 2<-Buy small condoms][$Var to 3, $I to $I - 20, $JenR to $JenR - 1]]\ <<else>>//Oh right, silly me. I have no money.// You shrug your shoulders at the clerk. “Actually, I think we might already have some.” //$Jen isnot going to be happy// [[12-2 Buy condoms 2<-Return home][$Var to 4, $JenR to $JenR - 1]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Jen Lounge.jpg]] Even if $Jen does have a psychological need for dick inside her, something like this only 24 hours into a relationship does not bode well. <<if visited("11-5 Cuck Listen")>>//Says you. Last week, you were more than happy to listen to the intimate sounds of their love making. Don’t pretend like the idea of your girlfriend having sex with someone else isn’t attractive. That was different. How? …//\ <<else>>Hopefully she can cure herself of such needs, because being left locked out of the bedroom, forced to painfully wander what position they’re doing it in, is a tormenting experience.<</if>> It certainly doesn’t help that $Jen knowingly blindsided with you with this. She had enough chance to mention that Kyle would be here tonight, or to ask beforehand if it were okay for her to sleep with someone. Then again, perhaps it was an impulse thing on her end - the way she talked about needing dick, it’s possible that she didn’t plan it. Thankfully, neither of them have an infinite stamina, and whilst you’re sat silently on the sofa waiting for something to distract you, $Jen hops down the stairs with Kyle following behind her, though he shows himself out. “Again, I’m sorry, $name . I just felt a need for something to be inside of me.” “Don’t you have a butt plug?” “Of course I do, but that’s different. You’re a sissy, you should know that.” … “Shall we head to sleep?” For all the desperation she had for sex, she at least had the heart to make the bed afterwards, and to spray a heaping of air freshener, too. Apparently their sweat would have been too much for you to handle. [[Sleep Home 5/6<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

[img[Images/Condoms.jpg]] <<if $Var is 1>>“Great choice in condoms, sissy.” $Jen compliments, two hours after you returned. Of course, you didn’t need her words as confirmation. She snatched them out of your hands the moment you were back in the door. And ever since then, you could hear her moans, and less often, his, wherever you went in the house. Even in the garden, you could faintly hear the muffled “Aughs!” and “Yes’!”, as though they were coming from the gnomes. The large ones were //definitely// the right choice. “As long as I don’t have to go out and get some more anytime soon; it was a 12 pack I bought you.” “Right. See, I couldn’t expect a loser like you to know this, but twelve isn’t actually a lot of condoms.” You respond with a sigh. “So I’ll have to go shopping, what, next Tuesday?” $Jen winces a little. “Saturday?” $Jen winces a little less. “Tomorrow?” “Sounds good.” “You seriously went through 12 condoms in 2 hours?” “Is that how long it was? I kind of lost track. But he didn’t nut in all 12, no. He was so turned on for round 1 that he actually ripped a couple as he was putting it on.” “Lovely. Anything else incredibly personal that I need to know?” “Well, hopefully not. Kyle might actually get some before we have sex tomorrow. He said For Her, Not In Her aren’t his favorite brand of condoms.” “I’ll keep that in mind.”\ <<elseif $Var is 2>> “Medium? What the hell were you thinking, sissy?” $Jen screams after her boyfriend left, 2 hours past when you returned to the house. “That was so awkward. For every one that we used, we had to cut the tip off another and use that around the base of his cock.” “Medium means average - it’s a fair assumption.” “You’ve seen Kyle. Surely you can tell he’s hung like a bull, or is that a level of sissy training that $Ash never got around to teaching you about?” “In my defense, you never told me what size to get.” “You should know! Why would I settle for medium when I can easily get a large?” “Personality?” “Personality doesn’t make me cum, not that I would expect you to know much about cumming, or personality, either, based on who I’ve seen you hang around with.” “So I’ll get large next time. Happy?” “Tired, if anything.” “And yet you’re still able to yell at me - incredible.” “I’ll yell as much as I want, bitch. My house, my rules.” “I thought your dad own-” “Shut up!”\ <<elseif $Var is 3>><<set $S to $S + 1>>“Small? SMALL?” $Jen yells, a firmness to her voice that might become familiar if you continue pissing her off. That is, unless she kicks you out. She received the condoms without more than a nominal complaints about your speed, not realizing they said “S” on the corner of the foil wrapper. Assumedly, she and Kyle attempted to do the dead, but he was unable to put the contraceptive on. That’d explain why her hair is a mess, her clothes are slightly creased, and why he still has the distinct protrusion of a boner in his pants, albeit, a fading one. “If you’re going to be here long term, you ought to know now that I’m much more than a small.” “Much more.” $Jen emphasizes, tossing the rest of the condoms down on the sofa. “If we can’t have sex, then we’re just going to have to take our energy out some other way, aren’t we?” In one impressively fluid motion, $Jen takes a seat on the couch, grasps your wrist, and pulls you over her knee. Less smoothly, she tugs your clothing down, and then your underwear, exposing your bare ass. “Oww!” You yelp as the first strike smacks your cheek. “Oww!” “Oww!” “Oww!” By the 30th hit or so, your ass feels on fire, and they’re certainly approaching a shade of red, too. There is some solace to be found, however, in the fact that $Jen is definitely getting tired. Compared to number 1 and 2, 31 and 32 have much less strength behind them. That’s when she says something soul crushing. “Your turn.” “Huh?” Not your turn to spank her, of course, but Kyle’s chance to spank you. They trade places, though he does show signs of being less eager to punish you than his other half. For a start, he’s put off by the clunky, metallic part of you that rests between his knees. A chastity cage, one might call it. Secondly, the initial strike is almost…soft? Either he doesn’t care for the punishment, or he’s testing his strength, though likely a combination of the two. $Jen , however will not accept the poor showing, from you or him. “What was that? Is he your grandson now?” “I don’t have a lot of experience spanking people.” “Because no one’s ever asked you to, right? You want to know why? It’s because everyone thinks you’re soft. They know you don’t have it in you.” “You’re just saying that to make me hit him harder.” “Even $name said that to me earlier today. Why do you think he would have risked getting you the small condoms? He actually joked that you might be a sissy too.” “That’s not true.” You whisper. “Shut up, loser. Now paint his cheeks red, honey. Punish the virgin who stopped us from having sex.” The second strike might as well have been from another person. A professional dominatrix, perhaps, or something of the sort. “OWW!” The instinctive yelp only spurs him on, and he rattles off another dozen or so strikes like he were a spitfire. $Jen ‘s approach was to view the corporal punishment as a marathon; he seems to consider it more a sprint. By the time he shows even a sign of fatigue, you’re screaming out for mercy, but Kyle’s sadistic girlfriend inspires him with more lies of what you said about him. Some vague amount of time later, $Jen finally lets you get up. Though you’re not certain, you do believe there are a couple beads of sweat sliding down Kyle’s forehead. “I think that was a pretty successful session of punishment. It was almost…meditative. Have you learned your lesson, sissy?” “...yes.” Admittedly, though, the idea of annoying her again retains some appeal. “Good sissy.” The lovers wish each other a goodnight, meaning you can go to sleep yourself - sleep which occurs in the exact same spot your spanking did.\ \ <<elseif $Var is 4>><<set $S to $S + 1>>“No money? NO MONEY? I don’t even charge you rent!” $Jen yells, a firmness to her voice that might become familiar if you continue pissing her off. That is, unless she kicks you out. “Well, if we can’t have sex, then we’re just going to have to take our energy out some other way, aren’t we?” In one impressively fluid motion, $Jen takes a seat on the couch, grasps your wrist, and pulls you over her knee. Less smoothly, she tugs your clothing down, and then your underwear, exposing your bare ass. “Oww!” You yelp as the first strike smacks your cheek. “Oww!” “Oww!” “Oww!” By the 30th hit or so, your ass feels on fire, and they’re certainly approaching a shade of red, too. There is some solace to be found, however, in the fact that $Jen is definitely getting tired. Compared to number 1 and 2, 31 and 32 have much less strength behind them. That’s when she says something soul crushing. “Your turn.” “Huh?” Not your turn to spank her, of course, but Kyle’s chance to spank you. They trade places, though he does show signs of being less eager to punish you than his other half. For a start, he’s put off by the clunky, metallic part of you that rests between his knees. A chastity cage, one might call it. Secondly, the initial strike is almost…soft? Either he doesn’t care for the punishment, or he’s testing his strength, though likely a combination of the two. $Jen , however will not accept the poor showing, from you or him. “What was that? Is he your grandson now?” “I don’t have a lot of experience spanking people.” “Because no one’s ever asked you to, right? You want to know why? It’s because everyone thinks you’re soft. They know you don’t have it in you.” “You’re just saying that to make me hit him harder.” “Even $name said that to me earlier today. Why do you think he would have risked not getting any condoms? He actually joked that you might be a sissy too.” “That’s not true.” You whisper. “Shut up, loser. Now paint his cheeks red, honey. Punish the virgin who stopped us from having sex.” The second strike might as well have been from another person. A professional dominatrix, perhaps, or something of the sort. “OWW!” The instinctive yelp only spurs him on, and he rattles off another dozen or so strikes like he were a spitfire. $Jen ‘s approach was to view the corporal punishment as a marathon; he seems to consider it more a sprint. By the time he shows even a sign of fatigue, you’re screaming out for mercy, but Kyle’s sadistic girlfriend inspires him with more lies of what you said about him. Some vague amount of time later, $Jen finally lets you get up. Though you’re not certain, you do believe there are a couple beads of sweat sliding down Kyle’s forehead. “I think that was a pretty successful session of punishment. It was almost…meditative. Have you learned your lesson, sissy?” “...yes.” Admittedly, though, the idea of annoying her again retains some appeal. “Good sissy.” The lovers wish each other a goodnight, meaning you can go to sleep yourself - sleep which occurs in the exact same spot your spanking did.<</if>> [[Sleep Home 5/6<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $H to 7, $M to 30>>\ “$name , what the heck?” A shrill voice cries - never a good start to the day. <<if $Home is 5>>[img[Images/Jen Bedroom.jpg]] “Huh? Did I pull your panties down in my sleep, or something?” “No. You forgot to pull yours down, and to get up, and to use the toilet.” “Wha…” You remove the cover from on top of you, seeing a horrifying, infantilizing sight. “$Jen , I swear, I wouldn’t have done this.” “Are you saying I wet the bed?” “No, th…” “When your panties are the ones that are soaked?” “What I mea…” “At the sheets beneath you are soaked?” “What I’m trying to s…” “And you’ve yet to say you need to go to the bathroom, which would imply you’ve already been lately?” “$Jen - I couldn’t have wet the bed. I just…” you pause, still struggling to comprehend if your body has regressed to a point of child-like abilities to retain pee. “Or maybe I did, I don’t know.” She sighs. “Yeah, well it certainly seems like you did. You never did this at your step sister’s house?” “No, not once.” “Hmm. Maybe this is because you moved out? It’s been a stressful time for you - it’d make sense if your body isn’t handling as well as you’d like.” “Maybe.” It’s a valid theory, but it wouldn’t explain well why you’re only doing it now, several days after being kicked out by $Hannah . It’s an even more questionable theory given your newly formed relationship with $Jen . That fact is more at the forefront of your mind than your ruined relationship with $Hannah . In some ways, being kicked out was a good thing. “Yeah…maybe.” She says distrustingly. “But listen, as much as I’m accepting if you sleeping in the same bed as me, I think we need to put in place some measures to make sure this doesn’t happen again. I can’t be changing the sheets every morning before school.” “Measures? Like what? Are you going to supervise me peeing before bed?” “No - I trust you to hold it when you’re awake; it’s when you’re asleep that I’m unsure of. Until you can prove that this isn’t an issue, I think you should wear some protection.” “A constant chastity cage isn’t enough anymore?” You groan, lamenting how frequent such “protection” seems in your life as of late. “Every night before sleep, I’ll help you put a diaper on, and then you can take it off before breakfast.” “$Jen , this was just a one time thing, I’m sure of it.” “I believe you, $name . But when you’re asleep, you’re not in control of yourself, or your dreams. That’s who I’m protecting us against.” “Right.” You assist her in changing the bedding, putting the old, stained sheets straight in the wash, before having a quiet breakfast.\ <<elseif $Home is 6>><<set $JenR to $JenR - 1>>[img[Images/Couch.jpg]] “What did I do now?” You sarcastically yawn, not appreciating the day beginning with a yell. “Did I murmur something in my sleep about not liking you? I promise, that’s not how I actually feel //at all//.” “No, you pissed yourself.” “Right, and th…” Your movement under the blanket halts at experiencing an unpleasant feeling. There’s a dampness to your body, the sheet, and the sofa beneath you. “I pissed myself?” Flipping off the blanket, you confirm the worst. There’s a circle of liquid beneath your butt, and you can trace the line which caused it, originating from the tip of your chastity cage. Inspecting the blanket, you also immediately a damp circle right where your clit would have been under in the night. It’s impossible to deny in the face of such evidence - you did piss yourself. “What the fuck? You never told me you did this kind of thing when you moved in. Couldn’t you have warned me to not let your have drinks past 8pm?” “I haven’t done something like this in years. How was I supposed to know I would now?” “I don’t know, I’m not your bladder, am I?” She retorts, pushing you off the couch to inspect the damage closer. “It’s a good job it’s leather, or you’d be out the house right now.” “I’m sorry, $Jen . It’s not like I planned on doing this.” “Intentional or not, you pissed yourself, and nearly ruined my sofa. If you’re going to be staying here, I can’t have you ruining the upholstery like an untrained puppy.” “Of course” you murmur, genuinely embarrassed at your apparent night time activity. “I won’t do it again.” “I can’t risk it. You’re just going to have to sleep in a diaper from now on.” “A diaper? You’re hilarious sometimes, have you co…” “I’m serious, sissy. Unless you want to be sleeping in the backyard, you’ll be diapered from midnight to 7am.” “That’s ridiculous! You can't act like I’ll do this again just because I did it once!” “Watch me.” “But that’s so unfair!” “Enough, sissy. I’ve wasted enough time debating you on this. If you want to be a freeloader, you’ll be a diapered one. My belongings are more valuable than you are, and I’m not risking you ruining them.” Your heart wants to protest more, but your brain precludes it. $Jen ‘s stubborn, and on this occasion, she might actually be right. For whatever reason, you did piss yourself in the night. And if she’s letting you stay here, it’s hardly an unfair demand.<</if>> [[Room 5/6<-Continue][$M to 45]]

<<set $DiaperA to 1>>\ <<set $Priority to 0>>\ <<set $H to $H + 1>>\ <<if $Home is 5>>$Jen places a box of adult diaper on the bed. They erase any hope that your earlier conversation was an overdue dream, or a joke. “You just had them lying around?” “No, I got them after Farrix.” “Right.” … “I don’t suppose there’s any way I can convince you that this isn’t necessary?” “I care for you, $name , I really do, but I also care for my bedding. Asking you to wear a diaper isn’t a lot.” //You’re not asking// “So get undressed: the sooner you’re in a diaper, the sooner we can both head to sleep.” Resigned, you strip, panties included, until you’re fully naked. That’s when your lack of familiarity with these kinds of situations becomes readily apparent. “Are you going to lay down for me, then?” “Lay d…oh, right. We can’t do this standing, can we?” $Jen shakes her head. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” She laughs, cutting the tension. Once you’re laying on the bed, $Jen shimmies the diaper under your butt, taking extra effort to ensure its placement is fulfills some criteria. From there, she tugs on a part of it that’s under under your crotch, and pulls it over. It covers your clit and balls completely, though they still make a protrusion in the crinkly fabric. That part is connected to the two “wings” of the diaper via two strips which you can only assume are sticky. With that done, $Jen steps back, proud of her work. “There. All better.” “You did that really quickly. Is thisnot your first time diapering someone.” She shrugs her shoulders. “Natural talent, I guess.” Looking at the diaper, it’s now complete, meaning it couldn’t easily be taken off without it being noticed, audibly and visibly. //Great// “You know, you do look cute with that thing on.” “You’re kidding. Please tell me you’re kidding.” “Well, kind of pathetic, too, but mainly cute. You’re just like a helpless baby who needs some extra protection to avoid wetting the bed.” “Great, just what I always wanted to be. I remember saying when I was a kid “when I grow up, nevermind being a knight or a fireman, I want to be a helpless baby again”.” “I can see that.” “I was joking.” “So you say, but you let me put it on without a fight, or much of one, at least.” “You insisted!” $Jen giggles slightly. “It’s so easy to tease you, too. Just like a baby.” You get in bed together after she turns off the lights. “Goodnight, my little baby.”\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>$Jen dumps a box of adult diapers at your feet. They hammer home the humiliating reason that she insists this is your new nighttime ritual, and if there were any doubt this were still a dream, the detail in the box’s warnings and advice for usage dispels that hope. “You just had them lying around?” “You’re so stupid sometimes. I got them after Farrix.” “I see.” “I don’t care if you do. Get undressed and into one, then I can go to sleep myself. Asleep like a healthy adult - one who doesn’t need diapers.” //I don’t either// you think to yourself, desperately wanting to throw it in her face. Though, even you are struggling to believe that. Stripping down, including your panties, you stand mostly naked in front of $Jen , then lean over to open the box of diapers, taking a single one out. Just like seeing the box of them for the first time, feeling one in your hand double downs on the moment’s vividness. And despite the innocent, girlish pink detailings on them, you feel bitterly embarrassed. “I guess I’ll put them on, then.” Your murmur, largely in an attempt to comfort yourself. $Jen , predictably, does nothing but observe like a hungry vulture. Annoyingly, the diaper isn’t already constructed, for lack of a better word. You have to lay down to seat it properly beneath you, then crane your neck at the right angle to see what you’re doing. It’s an awkward position to maintain, and were $Jen not so serious right now, she’d probably be laughing violently. Taking the side parts of the diaper, you attempt to connect it to the main body, but struggle - repeatedly. You can’t get a good grip, nor can you see clearly which part you need to stick it to. All this time, you thought babies had diapers put on them by parents because babies couldn’t do it themself. Evidently, self-diapering is a task is impossible for all but the most dedicated of perverts. “You’re just being bad to annoy me further, aren’t you?” “Have you ever put a diaper on yourself? This is hard!” “Don’t you have experience with hard things; I thought that was a sissy’s job.” “For it being my job, I don’t get nearly paid enough.” “Stop talking and concentrate on putting it on!” “Then stop tal…eugh! I give up!” Sticking the side parts to the rest of the diaper in order to make it a complete item proves too difficult, and you lay down completely, staring up at the ceiling in frustration. “You might not care about staining my furniture, but I do.” She groans, marching over to inspect the situation. “Pay attention, loser, ‘cause I’m only going to be doing this once: start with the left, then attach them to the middle. Then the same with the right. Pull it up, and voila - done.” With concerning proficiency, she finishes the item. “How did you do that? Wait, you’ve done this before, haven’t you?” “Think whatever you want, sissy. I’ve had enough of you today. Sleep some sweet sissy dreams.” She storms off, angry that she both had to make you wear a diaper, and that she had to help put it on. //I don’t need to wear it…but $Jen ‘s going to be livid if I take it off// Despite your initial worries, the diaper is actually comfortable. There’s a decent amount of padding inside which makes you compare it to a wearable pillow, albeit, a particularly absorbent one. The period between throwing the blanket over your body and actually sleeping is filled with haunting thoughts of the mortifying apparel you’re wearing, and the occasional giggle, then frustrated moans, at the crinkly sound they make with friction is placed on them. And whilst the diaper does cause you to fall asleep slower than usual, your body soon agrees with the intention of your mind.<</if>> [img[Images/Diaper 1.jpg]] [[Sleep Home 5/6<-Continue]]

<<if $Home is 6>>In line with your new nighttime ritual, $Jen watches as you strip down to mostly naked (if only the cage could come off as easily as a dress). Then she giggles, not even pretending to hide her amusement at witnessing you struggle with the side straps of the diaper. “Good baby. Now that you’re properly padded, I know that my sofa is free from your inability to hold it in.” “I’m //so// happy for you.” “Better watch your attitude, sissy. If only there was something to we could use to keep your mouth shut, hmm…” she pretends as though she’s deep in thought. “Maybe another day.” “Can I go to sleep now?” “Aww, you’re even asking for permission now; how adorable!”\ <<elseif $Home is 5>>“Not so fast.” $Jen murmurs, tutting under her breath as you pull the cover out to slip into bed. “We need to get you padded, remember?” “Oh. Right.” “Good baby. Now, come over here, and we’ll get you properly secured in your diaper. We wouldn’t want you wetting the bed now, would we?” “Certainly not.” Though the words feel sarcastic as they exit your mouth, she does have a point - waking up with a wet patch beneath you could get real old, real fast. Thankfully, $Jen could delude you into thinking she were a professional nanny with the way she tugs your clothing out of the way to gain access to your crotch. Then she slides a diaper beneath your butt, configures the position of it slightly, then wraps the necessary parts over so effortlessly that she makes it look weirdly like she were kneading dough. “There.” She pats you on the thigh to signal she’s done. “All ready for bed.”<</if>> [[Sleep Home 5/6<-Zzzzz]]

[[Main Menu<-Return]] Farrix Academy for Girls was inspired by numerous games on TFGames.site, all of which I am greatly appreciative for. Perverted Education was the first game of this type I played after looking for sissy games online. From there, I quickly grew in love with many of the games I’m sure most of you are, too. Secretary, The Sissy Girlfriend Experiment, The Making of a Slut, I Was Enslaved by an Evil Witch and Turned into Her Maid!, Fake AI, and a host of others. They’re incredible games that I regularly revisit, and I’m thankful for them all. As many have pointed out, you can see the influence of Perverted Education in Farrix. It’s an incredible game that inspired many others, and I hope my addition to this great genre is enjoyed even a fraction of how much that game was, and still is. That said, one of the reasons that I set up a SubscribeStar page over Patreon is because of the issues PE had with Patreon, and I don’t want Farrix to suffer from those same problems. Influence is hard to measure, and I owe a great amount to all the great games of this type I’ve read, plus all the other media that’s inspired me. I remember having the idea for characters wanting to use you in different, conflicting ways, and your actions changing the relationship with them, after playing KOTOR 2 (an incredible game also). The drastic changes that happen in the game at a certain point came after playing the Mass Effect trilogy. It was April of 2020 when I began playing the games on TFGames.site, a time when, for obvious reasons, I was stuck inside with little to do. Sissification games gave me something to get up for, and I eventually decided to try my hand at it. The first sections of Farrix have been reworked, but looking back, the drafts were //not// good. My writing style has developed since then, which I attribute to both practice, and reading more. I was also coding belligerent when I began writing Farrix. Twine simplifies it significantly, but it took a lot of video tutorials to be remotely competent still. Anyone who’s looked into the game’s passages will know the coding isn’t great, but it gets a little better with every update. In retrospect, waiting until the game was 500,000+ words long, and over 2 and a half years into creation, to release it was not the right thing to do. It meant there were a lot of bugs that I’d missed, and that so much was written without any feedback. Releasing updates for the game monthly should stop that backlog of fixes from accumulating. While it has been stressful at times, I’m very glad I decided to make this game. I hope you’ve gotten something from it, too. If you enjoy the game, the easiest way for you to support it would be to like it, and if you feel so inclined, leave a review or forum post. All feedback is appreciated. We have a Discord server, too, which can be used to report bugs, errors, and discuss ideas for the game. There is also a SubscribeStar page to support Farrix Academy for Girls more directly. The money people have generously contributed towards its development has been used to commission some great art already, and will continue to do so. Of course, the game will remain entirely free to play. Thank you for playing Farrix, and for reading this. J.

<<if $S lt 0>><<set $S to 0>><<elseif $S gt 9>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ <<if $L lt 0>><<set $L to 0>><<elseif $L gt 9>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>\ <<if $CK[0] gt 40 and $CK[0] lt 60>>\ <<set $Sleepwear to 1>>\ <<else>>\ <<set $Sleepwear to 0>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $CK[0] gt 0>>\ <<set $Top to 1>>\ <<else>>\ <<set $Top to 0>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $CK[0] gt 0>>\ <<set $Bottom to 1>>\ <<elseif $CK[0] lt 40>>\ <<set $Bottom to 1>>\ <<else>>\ <<set $Bottom to 0>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $CL[2] gt 0>>\ <<set $Hosiery to 1>>\ <<else>>\ <<set $Hosiery to 0>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $CL[1] gt 0>>\ <<set $Underwear to 1>>\ <<else>>\ <<set $Underwear to 0>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $CK[2] gt 0>>\ <<set $Shoes to 1>>\ <<else>>\ <<set $Shoes to 0>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $Fem lt 41 and $Skirt is 1 or $Fem lt 41 and $Blouse is 1 and $CK[0] lt 100 or $Fem lt 41 and $Dress is 1>>\ <<set $App to 0>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $Fem lt 51 and $CK[2] gt 3 and $House lt 2>>\ <<set $App to 0>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $Top is 1 and $Bottom is 1 and $Shoes is 1 and $Underwear is 1 and $Hosiery is 1 and $Sleepwear is 0>>\ <<set $App to 1>>\ <<else>>\ <<set $App to 0>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $SUSleep is 1>>\ <<set $App to 0>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $CK[0] gt 60>>\ <<set $Blouse to 1>>\ <<else>>\ <<set $Blouse to 0>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $CK[0] gt 20 and $CK[0] lt 40>>\ <<set $Dress to 1>>\ <<else>>\ <<set $Dress to 0>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $CK[1] gt 20 and $CK[1] lt 40>>\ <<set $Skirt to 1>>\ <<else>>\ <<set $Skirt to 0>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $CK[0] gt 0>>\ <<set $Top to 1>>\ <<else>>\ <<set $Top to 0>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $CK[1] gt 100 or $CK[1] gt 0 and $CK[1] lt 20>>\ <<set $Pants to 1>>\ <<else>>\ <<set $Pants to 0>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $CK[2] gt 0>>\ <<set $Shoes to 1>>\ <<else>>\ <<set $Shoes to 0>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $CL[0] gt 30>>\ <<set $SportsBra to 1>>\ <<else>>\ <<set $SportsBra to 0>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $CL[1] gt 0>>\ <<set $Underwear to 1>>\ <<else>>\ <<set $Underwear to 0>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $CL[2] gt 0 and $CL[2] lt 20>>\ <<set $Tights to 1>>\ <<else>>\ <<set $Tights to 0>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $CL[2] gt 20 and $CL[2] lt 40>>\ <<set $Pantyhose to 1>>\ <<else>>\ <<set $Pantyhose to 0>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $CL[2] gt 40 and $CL[2] lt 100>>\ <<set $Stockings to 1>>\ <<else>>\ <<set $Stockings to 0>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $CL[2] gt 0>>\ <<set $Hosiery to 1>>\ <<else>>\ <<set $Hosiery to 0>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $LipstickA is 1 or $LipstickB is 1 or $LipstickC is 1 or $LipstickD is 1 or $LipstickE is 1 or $LipstickF is 1 or $LipstickG is 1 or $FoundationA is 1 or $ConcealerA is 1 or $MascaraA is 1 or $EyelinerA is 1 or $BlushA is 1 or $BlushB is 1 or $EyeshadowA is 1 or $EyeshadowB is 1 or $EyeshadowC is 1 or $EyeshadowD is 1 or $EyeshadowE is 1 or $EyeshadowF is 1 >><<set $Makeup to 1>><<else>><<set $Makeup to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $Makeup is 1 and $OutMakeup is 0>><<set $App to 0>><</if>>\ \ <<if $Top is 1 and $Bottom is 1 and $Shoes is 1 and $Underwear is 1 and $Hosiery is 1 and $Sleepwear is 0>><<set $App to 1>><<else>><<set $App to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $Fem lt 41 and $Makeup is 1 and $OutMakeup is 0>><<set $App to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $CK[1] is 80>>\ <<set $App to 0>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $CL[0] is 1 and $CL[1] is 1 or $CL[0] is 1 and $CL[1] is 31 or $CL[0] is 1 and $CL[1] is 41>>\ <<set $MatchingLingerie to 1>>\ <<elseif $CL[0] is 6 and $CL[1] is 1 or $CL[0] is 1 and $CL[1] is 31 or $CL[0] is 1 and $CL[1] is 41>>\ <<set $MatchingLingerie to 1>>\ <<elseif $CL[0] is 5 and $CL[1] is 5>>\ <<set $MatchingLingerie to 5>>\ <<elseif $CL[0] is 2 and $CL[1] is 2 or $CL[0] is 2 and $CL[1] is 42>>\ <<set $MatchingLingerie to 2>>\ <<elseif $CL[0] is 4 and $CL[1] is 4>>\ <<set $MatchingLingerie to 4>>\ <<elseif $CL[0] is 7 and $CL[1] is 7>>\ <<set $MatchingLingerie to 7>>\ <<elseif $CL[0] is 9 and $CL[1] is 9>>\ <<set $MatchingLingerie to 9>>\ <<elseif $CL[0] is 8 and $CL[1] is 8>>\ <<set $MatchingLingerie to 8>>\ <<elseif $CL[0] is 3 and $CL[1] is 3 or $CL[0] is 3 and $CL[1] is 41 or $CL[0] is 3 and $CL[1] is 42>>\ <<set $MatchingLingerie to 3>>\ <<else>>\ <<set $MatchingLingerie to 0>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $ButtPlugA is 1 or $ButtPlugB is 1 or $ButtPlugC is 1 or $ButtPlugD is 1 or $ButtPlugE is 1 or $ButtPlugF is 1 or $ButtPlugG is 1>><<set $ButtPlug to 1>><<else>><<set $ButtPlug to 0>><</if>> <<if $PJA is 1 and $H lt 21 or $PJB is 1 and $H lt 21 or $PJC is 1 and $H lt 21 or $PJD is 1 and $H lt 21 or $PJE is 1 and $H lt 21 or $PJ is 1 and $H lt 21>><<set $App to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $Fem lt 41 and $Makeup is 1 and $OutMakeup is 0>><<set $App to 0>><</if>>\

*Current end of content for this storyline. More content related to the PC’s relationship (good or bad) with $Jen, her sister, cuckolding and ABDL will follow in the next update. Being trained at Farrix by Miss $Gray is still possible, but there is no more $Jen content as of this version. [[Room 5/6<-Continue]]

<<if $Day is 1 and $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1>>\ [[1-1<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $Day is 2 and $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1>>\ [[1-2a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $Day is 3 and $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1>>\ [[1-3a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $Day is 4 and $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1>>\ [[1-4a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $Day is 5 and $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1>>\ [[1-5a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $App is 1 and $CK[0] is 1 and $Day is 8>>\ [[2-1a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $App is 1 and $CK[0] is 1 and $CL[1] is 1 and $Day is 9>>\ [[2-2a<-Go to school]]\ <<elseif $H is 7 and $App is 1 and $CK[0] is 1 and $CL[1] isnot 1 and $Day is 9>>\ [[2-2a No panties<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Day is 10 and $CL[1] isnot 1 and $CL[1] isnot 101>>\ [[2-3a<-Go to school]]\ <<elseif $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Day is 10>>\ [[2-3b Key<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 7>>\ [[2-4a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 8>>\ [[2-5a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 9>>\ [[3-1a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem gt 9 and $Fem lt 12>>\ [[3-2a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 12>>\ [[3-3a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 13 and $Blackmail lt 2>>\ [[3-4a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Blackmail is 2 and $Fem is 13>>\ [[4-1a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 14>>\ [[4-2a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 15 and $CL[2] is 101>>\ [[4-3 No Tights<-Go to school]]\ <<elseif $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 16 or $H is 7 and $CK[1] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 15>>\ [[4-3 Tights<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 17>>\ [[4-4a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 18>>\ [[4-5a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 19>>\ [[5-1a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 20>>\ [[5-2a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem gt 21 and $Fem lt 25>>\ [[5-3a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 26 or $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 25>>\ [[6-1a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 27>>\ [[6-5a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ \ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 28>>\ [[7-1a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 30 and $Day3 isnot 1>>\ [[7-5a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem gt 29 and $Fem lt 32 and $AshMad is 1 and $Day3 is 1>>\ [[8-1a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem gt 29 and $Fem lt 32 and $AshMad is 0 and $Day3 is 1>>\ [[8-1a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 32>>\ [[8-2a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 32 and $Day3 is 1>>\ [[9-1a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 33>>\ [[9-1a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 34>>\ [[9-1a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 35>>\ [[9-1a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 36>>\ [[9-5a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 37>>\ [[10-1a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ \ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 38>>\ [[11-1a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 39>>\ [[10-1a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 40>>\ [[11-3a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 44 and $Day3 is 4>>\ [[11-4 Blackmail 2<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H is 7 and $CK[0] is 1 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 44 and $Day3 is 5>>\ [[11-5 Blackmail 1<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ <<if $H lt 8 and $App is 1 and $SCDays is 0 and visited("SC End 1") is 0>>\ [[SC End 1<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ \ \ \ <<if $H gte 8 or $App is 0>>\ <<elseif $CK[0] is 2 and $Fem is 50 and $BlackmailDate isnot 5>> [[12-1a<-Go to school]]\ <<elseif $CK[0] is 2 and $Fem is 50 and $BlackmailDate is 5>>\ [[12-1a Bestie<-Go to school]]\ <<elseif $CK[0] is 2 and $Fem is 51>>\ [[12-2a<-Go to school]]\ <<elseif $CK[0] is 2 and visited("12-5 Sex Yes") is 1 and $Fem is 52 and $Day3 is 1>> [[13-1 Jen and Gray<-Go to school]]\ <<elseif $CK[0] is 2 and $Fem is 53 and $Day3 is 4 and $FABDL is 1>>\ [[13-4 Gray Diaper<-Go to school]]\ <<elseif $Fem gte 52 and ($SCDays gt 0 or visited("SC") is 0 or visited("SC End 1"))>> [[12-3a<-Go to school]]<</if>>\ \ <<if $H is 7 and $App is 1 and $Fem is 53 and $Home gte 3 and $Home lte 4 and $CK[0] is 2>>\ [[Secret Desires 1 Pre<-Go to school]]\ <<elseif $H is 7 and $App is 1 and $CK[0] is 2 and $Day3 is 1 and $SD is 6>>\ [[Secret Desires 6a<-Go to school]]\ <<elseif $H is 7 and $App is 1 and $SC9 is 1 and $CL[2] gte 23 and $CL[2] lte 24 and $CK[2] is 6 or $H is 7 and $App is 1 and $SC9 is 1 and $CL[2] is 45 and $CK[2] is 6>>\ [[SC 9A<-Go to school]]<</if>>\

<<if $C5 gt 1>>\ <<elseif $Home lte 2>>*The disorganized state of your room leaves you feeling disappointed in yourself. \ <<elseif $Home lte 4>>*The disorganized state of $Ash 's room leaves you feeling bitterly disappointed in yourself. \ <<elseif $Home is 5>>*The disorganized state of $Jen 's room leaves you feeling bitterly disappointed in yourself. <</if>>\ \ <<if $H is 23>>*You should head to bed soon. <</if>>\ <<if $H gt 20 and ($Blouse is 1 or $Skirt is 1 or $Dress is 1 or $Shoes is 1)>>*You should wear something more appropriate if you want to go to bed. <</if>>\ <<if $Hosiery is 0 and $Shoes is 1 and $H lt 21>>*If you're going to go out, you should wear something more on your feet than just shoes. <</if>>\ <<if $Hosiery is 1 and $Shoes is 0 and $H lt 21>>*You'll need to wear some shoes to go out. <</if>>\ <<if $Hosiery is 0 and $Shoes is 0 and $H lt 21>>*You'll need to cover your feet to go out. <</if>>\ <<if $CK[1] isnot 80 and $H gte 21 and $BDSM gte 5>>*You'll need to wear your sleep uniform to go to bed. <</if>>\ <<if $Underwear is 0 and $H lt 21>>*You should wear some underwear to go out. <</if>>\ <<if $H lt 8 and $CK[0] gt 2 and $CK[0] isnot 5>>*You need to wear your school uniform to go to Farrix. <</if>>\ <<if $H lt 8 and $CK[2] isnot 1 and $CK[2] isnot 3 and $CK[2] isnot 5>>*You need to wear appropriate shoes to go to Farrix<</if>>\ <<if $H lt 21 and $H gt 7 and ($Top is 0 or $Bottom is 0)>>*You should cover yourself up more if you want to go out.<</if>>\ <<if $H lt 19 and $Sleepwear is 1>>*You should wear something more appropriate if you want to go out. <</if>>\ <<if $Fem lt 41 and $Skirt is 1 and $H lt 19>>*You’re not brave enough to go out wearing a skirt. <</if>>\ <<if $Fem lt 41 and $Blouse is 1 and $CK[0] lt 100 and $H lt 19>>*You’re not brave enough to go out wearing a blouse. <</if>>\ <<if $Fem lt 41 and $Dress is 1 and $H lt 19>>*You’re not brave enough to go out wearing a dress. <</if>>\ <<if $Fem lt 51 and $CK[2] gt 3 and $H lt 19 and $House lt 2>>*You’re not brave enough to go out wearing heels. <</if>>\ <<if $Makeup is 1 and $OutMakeup is 0 or $Makeup is 1 and $Fem lt 51>>*You're not brave enough to go out wearing makeup. <</if>>\

<<if $Day3 gte 6 and $SC3 is 1 and $ChoresPunish gt 4 and $H gt 14>>\ <<elseif $Day3 gte 5 and $SC3 is 1 and $H gt 12 and $H lt 22 and $App is 1 and $Priority is 0 and $S lt 10>> [[SC 3A<-Go on a double date with Danni and Daphne]]<</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 5 and $SC4 is 1 and $H gt 8 and $App is 1 and $Priority is 0 and $S lt 10>> [[SC 4A<-Look after Bea's girlfriend]]<</if>>\ <<if $SC5 is 1 and $H gt 8 and $H lt 21 and $Home gte 3 and $Home lte 4 and $App is 1 and $Priority is 0 and $S lt 10>> [[SC 5 Home 3/4<-Look for Felicity's book]]<</if>>\ <<if $SC11 gt 0 and $SC11 lte 5 and $H lt 21 and $H gt 8 and $App is 1 and $Priority is 0 and $S lt 10>> [[SC 11A<-Tidy Miranda's house]]<<elseif $SC11 gt 0 and $SC11 lte 10 and $H lt 21 and $H gt 8 and $App is 1 and $Priority is 0 and $S lt 10>>[[SC 11B<-Tidy Miranda's house]]<<elseif $SC11 gt 0 and $SC11 lte 15 and $H lt 21 and $H gt 8 and $App is 1 and $Priority is 0 and $S lt 10>>[[SC 11C<-Tidy Miranda's house]]<</if>>\ <<if $SC12 is 1 and $Day3 is 3 and $H gt 8 and $H lt 22 and $App is 1 and $Priority is 0 and $S lt 10>> [[SC 12A<-Striptease for Liara's boyfriend]]<</if>>\ <<if $SC14 is 1 and $Day3 is 6 and $ChoresPunish gt 4 and $H gt 14>>\ <<elseif $SC14 is 1 and $Day3 is 6 and $H lt 23 and $App is 1 and $Priority is 0 and $S lt 10>> [[SC 14A<-Cook for Kate and her guests]]<</if>>\ <<if $SC17 is 1 and $H lt 20 and $App is 1 and $Priority is 0 and $S lt 10>> [[SC 17A<-Have sex with Ail]]<</if>>\

<<set $Priority to 0>>\ <<set $H to $H + 1>>\ “Come here, you.” $Jen whispers in an impossibly salacious tone, whispering sweet words in your ear that you’d have thought she couldn’t have dreamt of a couple weeks ago. She grabs your wrist, and you collapse on the bed on top of her. //On top.// //That’s a rarity// <<if $FCuck is 1>>“I know” “other day” “awkward” you pick out between moments of lip-locked loving. “But I’m sorry. I should have mentioned Kyle was coming. Hell, I should have asked permission in the first place. But this whole “romantic” thing is new to both of us.” She pauses to look into your eyes. “But the only person I’m attracted to is you. I promise.” <</if>>\ <<if $Dress is 1 or $CK[0] is 2>>A hand works its way coyly up your thighs, stroking them slightly before gripping your waist. A dress, you never realized, makes getting down and dirty so much easier than pants ever could.\ <<elseif $Skirt is 1>>A hand works its way coyly up your thighs, stroking them slightly before gripping your waist. The flimsy material of your skirt does little to prevent such welcome intrusions (thankfully).\ <<elseif $Sleepwear is 1>>A hand navigates through your clothes to grip your waist, as if the face-on-face action wasn’t hot enough.\ <<elseif $Pants is 1>>A hand briefly struggles to tug down your jeans, a task that is made much harder thanks to $Jen ‘s stubborn refusal to look down, which would mean a break in the passionate kiss. <<else>>A pair of hands wrap themself around your waist.<</if>> “God, I want you so much.” “I want you too.” Now, it’s your turn to undress her. Still dressed in her Farrix uniform, you wrestle the blouse over her head, desperately wishing to return to kissing with each second that your saliva isn’t mixing. Her skirt, thankfully, proves much easier. And now, the chastity cage, usual bane of your existence, proves itself useful, because the sight of $Jen , her expression screaming desire, her gorgeous lingerie framing a beautiful set of tits that you’ve scarcely been able to enjoy, assists you in not prematurely cumming, which you’re certain would otherwise happen. Her panties, which are barely more than a lace-lined piece of string, betray the fact that her pussy is wetter than a freshly showered pornstar. <<if $FNylon is 1>>And her legs, as usual, are decorated in nylon finery from toe to thighs.<</if>> “I’m ready, $name . Take me!” <<if $CK[1] gt 0>>An invigorated hand tears down your panties, showing off the cage underneath.\ <<else>>Her hand rushes to your crotch, brushing against the metal-plastic alloy of your cage. That’s when any appreciation you might have had for it doesn’t just fade, but melts away like an ice cube met with the fury of a flamethrower.<</if>> “Right,” $Jen scratches the back of her head. “You don’t have the key, do you?” “It doesn’t need a key.” You murmur back. “Oh - so you can unlock it?” “No - it requires a thumbprint.” “And I’m guessing someone else's.” She replies, audibly, and visibly, dejected. “Miss $Gray ‘s.” “And you can’t ask her to unlock it?” Were you not also crushed by the thought of what could have been, you might burst out laughing. “She wouldn’t let me out if I broke down and said her sissification was the greatest thing to ever happen to me.” “Not even if you mentioned it was so you could have sex?” You can already hear your twisted teacher’s words in your head now. //Sissies don’t have sex with their clitties. They have different sexual organs.// “That would be a “no”.” “Well what if I tried talking to her? Maybe I could convince her if I asked really nicely?” “Sure, and why don’t you buy her some flowers too?” You snide, finding humor in imagining just how quickly Miss $Gray would kick her out the classroom. “From what I know of her, she’s a pragmatic woman. I’m sure I can find an angle here. What about saying you have a doctor’s appointment?” “$Jen , this is the same woman who is making me wear a skirt and blouse to school everyday. If there were an easy way out of this, don’t you think I would have taken it?” “Hmm, I see.” She looks at you, a grin emerging on her face, replacing the formerly disappointed expression. “This is a classic case of Stockholm syndrome.” “What?” “She’s kept you in the cage for so long that you not only don’t want to risk not annoying her, but you’re enjoying being caged, aren’t you? She’s actually managed to convince you that you’re better off in the thing. And you, love hearts in your eyes, believe her.” “Totally. I can’t imagine ever going back to being cageless.” You sarcastically cry. “Oh how I wish she were here right now to call me pathetic and laugh at me even more.” “Then why else would you be so opposed to me talking to her?” “Because it wouldn’t achieve anything!” “I don’t believe you.” You sigh, the emergings of an argument removing any hope of something sexual tonight. Talking to your teacher about genital freedom will be fruitless, regardless of if you try, $Jen tries, or somebody with a maxed out charisma stat does. But, if your girlfriend wants to find that out the hard way, then that’s her choice. [[12-5 Sex Yes<-"Go ahead"]] [[12-5 Sex No<-"Don't bother"]]

“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” $Jen smiles again - a smile at both having you agree, and in her confidence. There’s no doubt in her mind that she can convince your teacher. Oh, blissful ignorance, what a wonderful mistress. “Hey, I’m the one doing you a favor here. First thing next week, I’ll be having a word Miss $Gray . That same day, you’ll be out of your chastity cage.” “Wanna bet on that?” [[Room 5/6<-Return][$H to $H + 1]]

“There’s no point, $Jen . It’s impossible to get out of, and there’s no way you can convince her to use her thumbprint. Hell, it might as well be permanently locked; I don’t see myself getting free at any point in the foreseeable, or unforeseeable, future.” She shakes her head. “Whatever you say, but don’t say I didn’t try to get you out of that thing.” You recall what happened to $Ash , and the way <<if $GrayBestie is 0>>Miss $Gray<<else>>$Gray2<</if>> has been treating her ever since taking back control of the cage. It doesn’t take much to provoke your teacher, and a student she’s unfamiliar with demanding you be let out isn’t going to be the magical persuasive factor in getting your cock back. In fact, she might make it her duty to chasten $Jen in the same way she did $Ash. “Believe me - the less you interact with her, the better.” [[Room 5/6<-Return][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $Fem to 53>>\ [img[Images/Classroom.jpg]] $Jen marches boldly ahead, opening the familiar door to room 68, and brazenly walking into the sight of so much of your torment that there might as well be a demonic sigil on the ground. “Miss $Gray , I need to talk with you.” “Certainly,” your teacher replies, her voice so rarely unthreatening that you’re taken back. “What can I do for you…?” She asks, hoping to get a name from the confident student you entered with. “$Jen .” She answers, though you’re certain <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> already knew that. “I’d like to talk to you about $name .” “About what? Has she been peeking up skirts again?” “No.” //Maybe.// “It’s about the chastity cage you’re making her wear.” “Oh.” <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> drops the overly nice voice in favor of her usual, so intimidating it might make you fall out of your seat, voice. “What about it?” “It needs to stop. I’m a woman with needs, just like you. And my boyfriend, girlfriend, whatever you like to call them, is the only one who I want to fulfill those needs. So I’m asking you, politely, woman to woman, to let her out of the cage.” Your teacher remains silent - which is somehow scarier than her booming voice. $Jen figures she must be getting somewhere, so carries on talking. “Not forever. I understand you have your own needs and desires for $name . But maybe we could agree to a semi-weekly unlocking so that we can have sex, with the potential to make that weekly, or even bi-weekly, if $name ‘s behavior is good.” “I see. And what am I to get in return?” “Return?” $Jen murmurs. “Well, it //could// be //argued// that keeping a student in perpetual chastity is //somewhat// amorale. For just a couple of hours per week, you don’t have to live with such a great burden plaguing you. Me, $name , and anyone else who knows about it, would think you’re only //slightly// corrupt. Plus, $name is certain to be appreciative of it, and that’s going to translate to better behavior. In a way, this is more for you than us.” <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 observes the guest, her firm expression soon slipping. “I empathize with your needs, $Jen , but keeping your girlfriend in chastity is far too important. I’m afraid I won’t be unlocking her regularly, or at all.” “I see.” $Jen replies, more as a couple of words of comfort to herself. Perhaps she finally understands why you were saying this was futile. “And there’s nothing I can do to convince you otherwise?” $Gray2 shakes her head. “Not even bribery?” “I’m afraid not.” “Oh.” Any sense of optimism has evaporated from $Jen ‘s voice. //That happened to me months ago.// “Well, thank you for your time, at least.” “Of course. It was nice to meet you, $name ‘s girlfriend.”\ <<else>>Miss $Gray observes the guest, her firm expression soon slipping into…laughter? “Pahahah! Your girlfriend is locked in chastity, and that’s the best you can do? A businessman speech about why I should not only throw you, a disrespectful student who I’ve never met before, a bone, but do it regularly so that you and $name can have sex?” She shakes her head in disbelief. “A sissy doesn’t even have sex with her clit, does she, $name ?” “No, Miss $Gray .” “Good girl.” $Jen rolls a set of eyes at your lack of support for her, and complete refusal to be defiant towards your teacher. “If you would just consider what it’s like for her…” “I don’t feel empathy for those at pathetic as her.” “...alright, fine. How much do you want?” “I don’t want anything from you but your exit from my classroom.” “Just one time - all it would take is a small tap with your thumb.” //This is a really weird form of prostitution// “You’ve given me a good laugh, $name ‘s “girlfriend”,” her emphasis on the final word making it clear she doesn’t consider $Jen as anything more than someone on your level, not hers. “But now you’re becoming irritating, and I have a class to teach. So leave. Now.” $Jen looks like she’d punch a hole in the wall, and were it not Miss $Gray ‘s classroom, she might. “Fine.”<</if>> <<if $ExposeAsh is 1>>She passes you on the way out of the classroom, then $Ash , who has been silent party to all this. “That was effective.” She teases, just of hearing distance of your teacher. “Who’s trying to get you out of chastity?” $Jen snaps back, promptly leaving with an extra stomp in her step.\ <<else>>She passes you on the way out of the classroom. For a moment, she looks like she might stop to give you a kiss, but your teacher’s rejection has evidently left a bitter taste in her mouth. Kissing is a poor replacement for sex, anyway. Not that you have a choice.<</if>> [[12-4b<-Continue]]

<<set $Priority to 0>>\ <<set $H to $H + 1>>\ [img[Images/Jen Lounge.jpg]] <<if $Home is 5>>You settle down on the couch next to $Jen . The TV is tuned to something that you’d immediately dismiss as being boring were you still living with your step sister. $Jen , however, has yet to reveal much in the way of how she spends her downtime. It’s that unknown that gives you the confidence to sit down - and not immediately hate on what could easily turn out to be garbage. “What’s it about?” “What makes prostitutes get in to that kind of work.” As if she were tattling on the local mafia, the lady of the night that is being interviewed has a large blur over her face, and her voice is heavily distorted, though it sounds more manly than anything in the deep hums that are expressed. Ironically, of course, considering the rest of her outfit, most men would likely not notice the protective blur over her face. A tube top would have buttons flying off it had them. The taut material betrays her nipples, which stick out like a splodge of ink on white sheets. Suffice to say, you’re no longer debating whether its worth watching. “You’d make a great prostitute.” $Jen leans and over whispers. “I’ll assume you mean that because I’m sexy, not for any other reason.” “Why do you think gets those kinds of women doing that kind of thing?” You shrug your shoulders. Such a question would surely demand an analysis of economics, and you didn’t sit down to immediately fall asleep. “Who knows?” You grumble, still taking in the interviewee’s assets. “Not having to pass an interview probably helps.” “I could see the value in making your own hours, too.” You laugh. $Jen ‘s words are understandable enough, though in reality, the things that drive women to that line of work are likely much more depraved. No one’s ever became a prostitute because they made a pros and cons list.\ <<else>>You roll your eyes at seeing $Jen stretched across the couch - your bed. Of course, you probably shouldn’t complain, because she’d enjoy seeing making you sleep on the floor instead, or maybe even the cold basement. Still, your growing attachment to the upholstery makes it difficult to think rationally. You plant yourself down on the modicum of space that she isn’t taking up, giving a sarcastic “ahem” in the hope she does the polite thing and stops sprawling out on the couch like she were doing her best attempt to increase her surface area. She doesn’t budge. The only sound in the lounge is the television, playing some show that immediately gets your attention. It wasn’t the snooze-inducing dramas $Hannah exposed you to. The breasts that struggle to be contained by crop tops and platform heels that seem designed to break an ankle attest to that. No, this is something much more interesting. Admittedly, you’re paying much less attention to the audio, but you gather its a documentary, of sorts, on prostitution, what causes women to get into that line of work. The ladies’ faces are blurred, and a heavy distortion makes it impossible to get a gauge on their voice past the words they’re speaking. A sneaky production could easily have had a man narrate the same lines, and it’d be impossible to know. “I didn’t know they made a documentary on your mom.” You laugh, getting the first punch in before $Jen does. A part of you just //knew// she was coming up with a similar line herself. “Very funny, $name . Keep that up, and you’ll be on the streets making me some extra money. And I’d be giving the most uncomfortable heels I could find, trust me.”<</if>> “It’s strange you’re watching this show, actually. I ran into a sex worker the other day on my way home from Farrix.” “In the afternoon? That’s ambitious.” $Jen giggles. “I suppose she must have seen the fancy house, and figured someone might have been willing to do it in the daytime.” “Probably.” “Actually, she seemed to know you.” “Oh? What made you think that?” “She said your name.” “Huh.” Your housemate murmurs. To your side, you can see she’s got a tilt to her face, oriented towards you. “How old do you think she was?” You shrug your shoulders, though remain silent as you consider it. With the sheer volume of makeup she had caked on her face, she’d probably be about “a few years older than we are.” $Jen doesn’t reply for a while, and you briefly think she’s moved on from the conversation, but then you see “muted” alert pop up on the TV. “$name , that was my sister.” [[12-6 TV Talk 2<-Continue]]

<<if $FDrug is 0>>$Jen begins pacing the room, massaging her temples with two forceful hands in an effort to calm down. Based on the steady, if increasing pace of her feet, it doesn’t work. You daren’t speak up, completely unaware whether she’s liable to punch a hole in a wall, you, or just have a breakdown. “But why would she do it only now? If it has been years, she must have had a chance to.” “I don’t know, $name . She’s probably embarrassed.” “Surely if she misses you, you would have seen her.” “Of course she misses me, $name . But none of my boyfriends have ever mentioned being approached by a prostitute outside the house. What’s made her talk to you now?” $Jen thinks out loud for a while, murmuring possibilities that you struggle to make out beneath all the “hmm”s and “==mayb==, no, surely not”s. “She must must be moving out of the city!” Your housemate concludes. “What makes you think that?” “There are much bigger markets for sex work than here. I figured she might have done it already, but evidently not.”\ <<elseif $JenK gte 2>>You want to slap yourself in the face, and $Jen is just as likely to do it for you. She gets up and frantically paces the room, using her hands to massage her skull. “Why didn’t you mention this earlier?” “I didn’t think anything of it!” “Oh right, yeah, all the sex workers around here know my name. Is that really what you thought.” “No! Maybe just…one or two.” “Damnit, $name !” She shouts. “It must have been her - it has to!” “But I told her you’d be around in a few minutes. Why wouldn’t she stick around?” “I don’t know. She’s probably too embarrassed to talk to me, or, maybe she needed to get back to work.” If she needed to get back to work, why wouldn’t she have stopped by at some other point?” “I thought she might have left the city.” $Jen murmurs, mostly to herself. “But no, she’s still here.” “Well she’s bound to show up at some point. Maybe I’ll find her lurking outside the house next Monday.” “No, you won’t. She’s probably scared off, figuring you would have mentioned this to me - which you didn’t.” “I am now!” “Or,” she continues “maybe she //is// moving out of the city, and she wanted to hear about me one last time.”\ <<elseif $JenK is 1>>“Your sister? Why would it be her?” $Jen rolls her eyes, as if you should have known this somehow. “You remember me telling you about how she got addicted to certain //substances//?” You nod your head. “She needed to pay for them somehow.” “I thought you two were rich enough to not have to worry about paying for things.” “We were. But she got //really// hooked, and nothing I did to try to help her worked. Our dad kicked her out, and I’ve not seen her since.” You daren’t speak up, completely unaware whether she’s liable to punch a hole in a wall, you, or just have a breakdown. “But why would she does this now - it’s been years. Maybe she just missed you.” “Of course she misses me, $name . But none of my boyfriends have ever mentioned being approached by a prostitute outside the house. What’s made her talk to you now?” $Jen thinks out loud for a while, murmuring possibilities that you struggle to make out beneath all the “hmm”s and “==mayb==, no, surely not”s. “She must must be moving out of the city!” Your housemate concludes. “What makes you think that?” “There are much bigger markets for sex work than here. I figured she might have done it already, but evidently not.”\ <<elseif $JenK is 0>>“Your sister? Why would it be her?” $Jen rolls her eyes, as if you should have known this somehow. “She got hooked on drugs a few years back. //Real// badly. She started doing sex work to pay for it, but she could only hide it from our dad for so long. Of course he found out, the prick. He kicked her out and I never even got to say goodbye.” $Jen begins pacing the room, massaging her temples with two forceful hands in an effort to calm down. Based on the steady, if increasing pace of her feet, it doesn’t work. You daren’t speak up, completely unaware whether she’s liable to punch a hole in a wall, you, or just have a breakdown. “But why would she do it only now? If it has been years, she must have had a chance to.” “I don’t know, $name . She’s probably embarrassed.” “Surely if she misses you, you would have seen her.” “Of course she misses me, $name . But none of my boyfriends have ever mentioned being approached by a prostitute outside the house. What’s made her talk to you now?” $Jen thinks out loud for a while, murmuring possibilities that you struggle to make out beneath all the “hmm”s and “==mayb==, no, surely not”s. “She must must be moving out of the city!” Your housemate concludes. “What makes you think that?” “There are much bigger markets for sex work than here. I figured she might have done it already, but evidently not.”<</if>> <<if $Home is 5>>“So what are we going to do?” $Jen smiles at your choice in pronouns. “What //we’re// going to do is find her.” “And how do we do that?” “If we can’t find her on a street somewhere, we’ll find someone who knows where she is, or where she’s going.”\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>“So what are you going to do about it?” “What //we’re// going to do about it, sissy, is find her.” “Why am I being roped into this?!” “Because you’re the one who saw her before. Oh, and YOU’RE MY SISSY! I think you can help me find her if I’m letting you fuck the couch.” “I’m not going to have sex with the couch.” You reply, growing frustrated that your repeated clarification is doing nothing. “But how will //we// find her?” “We’ll find her on the street somewhere. And if we can’t, we’ll find someone who knows where she is, or where she’s going.”<</if>> $Jen ‘s fury, which once threatened to explode in a rage that would result in several items needing to be replaced, subsides, and you both breathe a little easier. [[Room 5/6<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

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[[Chapter Select 2<-Return]] Stole panties from $Ash : Yes <<checkbox "$Panties1" 0 1 >> No <<checkbox "$Panties1" 0 1 >> Stole Miss $Gray 's lipstick: Yes <<checkbox "$StoleLipstick" 0 1 >> No <<checkbox "$StoleLipstick" 0 0 >> Spied on ballet club: With a screwdriver <<checkbox "$Screwdriver" 0 1 >> With a camera <<checkbox "$BalletPorn" 0 1 >> Didn't spy on them <<checkbox "$Screwdriver" 0 0 >> How $Hannah's panties were stolen: Stole red panties <<checkbox "$Panties2" 0 1 >> Stole white panties <<checkbox "$Panties4" 0 1 >> Stole blue panties <<checkbox "$Panties8" 0 1 >> Stole all three pairs (with $Ash)<<checkbox "$AshStealPanties" 0 1 >> <<if $ChapterSkip gte 2>><hr> Attempt to escape chastity: Haven’t escape <<checkbox "$EscapeChastity" 1 1 >> Successfully copied the key <<checkbox "$EscapeChastity" 0 12 >> Copied the key, was caught by Miss $Gray<<checkbox "$EscapeChastity" 0 14 >> Upset $Ash : Yes <<checkbox "$AshMad" 0 1>> No <<checkbox "$AshMad" 0 0>><</if>> <<if $ChapterSkip gte 3>><hr> Cracked the chastity cage code: Yes <<checkbox "$Code" 0 1>> No <<checkbox "$Code" 0 0>><</if>> <<if $ChapterSkip is 4>>Result of the school council: Changed the uniform to allow pants <<checkbox "$SCFinal" 0 2>> Sluttified the school uniform <<checkbox "$SCFinal" 0 3>> Changed the school curriculum <<checkbox "$SCFinal" 0 4>> Chastized the student population <<checkbox "$SCFinal" 0 5>> Failed to get the required votes <<checkbox "$SCFinal" 0 6>> Did not not engage with the school council <<checkbox "$SCFinal" 0 0>> Looked at Miss $Gray's computer: Yes <<checkbox "$WeddingBlackmail" 0 1>> No <<checkbox "$WeddingBlackmail" 0 0>> Times the Monday chore check was failed: 0 <<checkbox "$ChoresPunish" 0 0 >> 1 <<checkbox "$ChoresPunish" 0 1 >> 2 <<checkbox "$ChoresPunish" 0 2 >> 3 <<checkbox "$ChoresPunish" 0 3 >> 4 <<checkbox "$ChoresPunish" 0 4 >> 5 <<checkbox "$ChoresPunish" 0 5 >><</if>>

[[Chapter Select 2<-Return]] <<if $ChapterSkip lte 2>>Relationship with $Hannah Great <<checkbox "$HannahR" 0 4 >> Good <<checkbox "$HannahR" 0 2 >> Middling<<checkbox "$HannahR" 0 0 >> Bad <<checkbox "$HannahR" +0 -2 >> Terrible<<checkbox "$HannahR" 0 -3 >> Relationship with Miss $Gray : Great <<checkbox "$GrayR" 0 4 >> Good <<checkbox "$GrayR" 0 2 >> Middling <<checkbox "$GrayR" 0 0 >> Bad <<checkbox "$GrayR" +0 -2 >> Terrible <<checkbox "$GrayR" 0 -4 >> Relationship with $Ash : Great <<checkbox "$AshR" 0 4 >> Good <<checkbox "$AshR" 0 2 >> Middling <<checkbox "$AshR" 0 0 >> Bad <<checkbox "$AshR" +0 -2 >> Terrible <<checkbox "$AshR" 0 -4 >> Relationship with $Jen : Great <<checkbox "$JenR" 0 3 >> Good <<checkbox "$JenR" 0 2 >> Middling <<checkbox "$JenR" 0 0 >> Bad <<checkbox "$JenR" +0 -2 >> Terrible <<checkbox "$JenR" 0 -5 >>\ \ \ <<elseif $ChapterSkip gte 3>>Relationship with $Hannah : Great <<checkbox "$HannahR" 0 8 >> Good <<checkbox "$HannahR" 0 4 >> Middling<<checkbox "$HannahR" 0 0 >> Bad <<checkbox "$HannahR" +0 -4 >> Terrible<<checkbox "$HannahR" 0 -8 >> Relationship with Miss $Gray : Great <<checkbox "$GrayR" 0 6 >> Good <<checkbox "$GrayR" 0 3 >> Middling <<checkbox "$GrayR" 0 0 >> Bad <<checkbox "$GrayR" +0 -3 >> Terrible <<checkbox "$GrayR" 0 -6 >> Relationship with $Ash : Great <<checkbox "$AshR" 0 6 >> Good <<checkbox "$AshR" 0 3 >> Middling <<checkbox "$AshR" 0 0 >> Bad <<checkbox "$AshR" +0 -3 >> Terrible <<checkbox "$AshR" 0 -6 >> Relationship with $Jen : Great <<checkbox "$JenR" 0 4 >> Good <<checkbox "$JenR" 0 2 >> Middling <<checkbox "$JenR" 0 0 >> Bad <<checkbox "$JenR" +0 -4 >> Terrible <<checkbox "$JenR" 0 -8 >><</if>> \ \ \ <<if $ChapterSkip is 1>>Times $Jen 's blackmail failed: 0 <<checkbox "$JenLevel" 0 0 >> 1 <<checkbox "$JenLevel" 0 1 >> 2 <<checkbox "$JenLevel" 0 2 >>\ <<elseif $ChapterSkip is 2>>Times $Jen 's blackmail failed: 0 <<checkbox "$JenLevel" 0 0 >> 1 <<checkbox "$JenLevel" 0 1 >> 2 <<checkbox "$JenLevel" 0 2 >> 3 <<checkbox "$JenLevel" 0 3 >> 4 <<checkbox "$JenLevel" 0 4 >>\ <<elseif $ChapterSkip gte 3>>Times $Jen 's blackmail failed: 0 <<checkbox "$JenLevel" 0 0 >> 1 <<checkbox "$JenLevel" 0 1 >> 2 <<checkbox "$JenLevel" 0 2 >> 3 <<checkbox "$JenLevel" 0 3 >> 4 <<checkbox "$JenLevel" 0 4 >> 5 <<checkbox "$JenLevel" 0 5 >> 6 <<checkbox "$JenLevel" 0 6 >> 7 <<checkbox "$JenLevel" 0 7 >> 8 <<checkbox "$JenLevel" 0 8 >><</if>> Told to wear flats or butt plug: Flats <<checkbox "$FlatsOrder" 0 1 >> Butt plug <<checkbox "$ButtPlugOrder" 0 1 >> Neither <<checkbox "$SportsBraOrder" 0 0 >> Cooking skill: Level 10 <<checkbox "$Cooking" 0 10>> Level 20 <<checkbox "$Cooking" 0 20>> Level 30 <<checkbox "$Cooking" 0 30>> Level 40 <<checkbox "$Cooking" 0 40>> Level 50 <<checkbox "$Cooking" 0 50>> <<if $ChapterSkip gte 2>><hr> Times discussed $Jen 's history: 0 <<checkbox "$JenK" 0 0 >> 1 <<checkbox "$JenK" 0 1 >> 2 <<checkbox "$JenK" 0 2 >> Result of date with $Alex : Passed security and watched the game <<checkbox "$AlexR" 0 3>> Got checked by security and annoyed $Alex <<checkbox "$AlexR" 0 2>> $Alex saw chastity cage <<checkbox "$AlexR" 0 3>><</if>> <<if $ChapterSkip is 3>>Breast size: Flat chest <<checkbox "$Pills" 0 0>> A cup <<checkbox "$Pills" 0 6>>\ <<elseif $ChapterSkip gt 3>> Breast size: Flat chest <<checkbox "$Pills" 0 0>> A cup <<checkbox "$Pills" 0 6>> B cup <<checkbox "$Pills" 0 13>> C cup <<checkbox "$Pills" 0 20>><</if>> <<if $ChapterSkip gte 3>><hr> Result of weekend with $Ash : *You can select mutiple boxes for this, as long as they are in the same path __Path 1__ Had ear pierced <<checkbox "$PiercingEar" 0 1>> Had ass tattooed <<checkbox "$TattooAssAsh" 0 1>> __Path 2__ Had belly tattooed <<checkbox "$TattooWombHeart" 0 1>> Voice skill: Level 10 <<checkbox "$Voice" 0 10>> Level 15 <<checkbox "$Voice" 0 15>> Level 20 <<checkbox "$Voice" 0 20>> Consequence of voice training: Had surgery <<checkbox "$VoiceSurgery" 0 1>> Passed without surgery <<checkbox "$VoiceSurgery" 0 0>> Heels skill: Level 5 <<checkbox "$HeelsS" 0 5>> Level 10 <<checkbox "$HeelsS" 0 10>> Level 15 <<checkbox "$HeelsS" 0 15>> Level 20 <<checkbox "$HeelsS" 0 20>><</if>>

<<if $ChapterSkip gte 1 and $ChapterSkipMode is 1>><<set $Panties1 to 1, $Panties4 to 1, $HannahR to 2, $GrayR to 2, $AshR to 2, $JenR to 1, $FlatsOrder to 1, $Cooking to 25>><</if>>\ <<if $ChapterSkip gte 2 and $ChapterSkipMode is 1>><<set $HannahR to 5, $GrayR to 4, $AshR to 4, $JenR to 3, $AlexR to 3, $JenK to 2, $Cooking to 40>><</if>>\ <<if $ChapterSkip gte 3 and $ChapterSkipMode is 1>><<set $HannahR to 7, $GrayR to 5, $AshR to 5, $JenR to 4, $Pills to 6, $Cooking to 60, $Voice to 20>><</if>>\ \ <<if $ChapterSkip gte 1 and $ChapterSkipMode is 2>><<set $Panties1 to 1, $Panties4 to 1, $StoleLipstick to 1, $Screwdriver to 1, $ButtPlugOrder to 1, $Cooking to 10, $HannahR to 1, $AshR to 1, $GrayR to 0, $JenR to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ChapterSkip gte 2 and $ChapterSkipMode is 2>><<set $EscapeChastity to 12, $HannahR to 2, $AshR to 2, $GrayR to 0, $JenR to 1, $AlexR to 2, $SportsBraOrder to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $ChapterSkip gte 3 and $ChapterSkipMode is 2>><<set $Code to 1, $PiercingEar to 1, $TattooAssAsh to 1, $VoiceSurgery to 1, $Voice to 10>><</if>>\ \ <<if $ChapterSkip gte 1 and $ChapterSkipMode is 3>><<set $Panties1 to 1, $Panties2 to 1, $Panties4 to 1, $Panties8 to 1, $StoleLipstick to 1, $AshStealPanties to 1, $GrayR to -2, $HannahR to -3, $AshR to -2, $JenR to - 2, $JenLevel to 2>><</if>>\ <<if $ChapterSkip gte 2 and $ChapterSkipMode is 3>><<set $EscapeChastity to 14, $AshMad to 1, $HannahR to -4, $GrayR to -4, $AshR to -3, $JenR to - 4, $JenLevel to -4, $SportsBraOrder to 1>><</if>> <<if $ChapterSkip gte 3 and $ChapterSkipMode is 3>><<set $Code to 1, $HannahR to - 8, $GrayR to -4, $AshR to -4, $JenR to -8, $JenLevel to -8, $VoiceSurgery to 1, $Voice to 1, $PiercingEar to 1, $TattooAssAsh to 1>><</if>>\ \ \ \ \ <<if $ChapterSkip gte 1>><<set $Day3 to 6, $I to $I + 200, $Day to 34, $H to 9, $CC2 to 3, $Fem to 25, $ButtPlug1 to 1, $Blackmail to 2, $Tights1 to 1, $StolePanties to 1, $WornTights to 1, $WornPanties to 1, $Panties1 to 1, $LookUpSissy to 2, $Shoes3 to 1, $MallSaturday to 3>><</if>>\ \ <<if $ChapterSkip gte 2>><<set $Day3 to 5, $I to 350, $Day to 46, $CC2 to 3, $Fem to 29, $H to 2, $MallSaturday to 100, $OrderToShave to 4, $SportsBraOrder to 1, $ShaveLegs to 1, $Pantyhose1 to 1, $A to 2, $AshSex to 3, $PJ4 to 1, $PantyhoseTask to 3>><</if>>\ \ <<if $ChapterSkip gte 3>><<set $Day3 to 2, $I to 500, $Day to 72, $CC2 to 3, $Fem to 39, $H to 2 $SuckS to 1, $Stockings1 to 1, $AshSex to 5, $FlatsOrder to 1, $Shoes5 to 1, $MallSaturday to 100, $PantyhoseTask to 3, $A to 4, $SU2 to 0>><</if>>\ \ <<if $ChapterSkip is 4>><<set $Day3 to 6, $I to $I + 750, $Day to 119, $CC2 to 3, $Fem to 57, $House to 7, $SU2 to 1, $Bra1 to 1, $SU2 to 1>><</if>>\ \ <<if $ChapterSkip is 1>><<set $W1H2 to 2, $W3H1 to 2, $W4H1, $W5H2 to 1, $W1A1 to 2, $W2A1 to 2, $W2A8 to 2, $W3A2 to 2, $W4A1 to 2, $W5A4 to 2, $W3J1 to 2, $W3J2 to 2, $W5J1 to 2>><</if>>\ <<if $ChapterSkip is 2>><<set $W6H1 to 2, $W7H3 to 2, $W8H2 to 1, $W7J1 to 2, $W7J2 to 2>><</if>>\ <<if $ChapterSkip is 2 and $AshMad is 1>><<set $W5A6 to 2, $W5A7 to 2, $W7A3 to 2, $W5J2 to 2>><</if>>\ <<if $ChapterSkip is 2 and $AshMad is 0>><<set $W5A5 to 2, $W5J3 to 2, $W7A1 to 2, $W7A2 to 2>><</if>>\ <<if $ChapterSkip is 3>><<set $W8A1 to 2, $W8A2 to 2, $W8H2 to 2, $W9A1 to 2, $W9H2 to 2, $W9H1 to 2, $W10A1 to 2, $W10A2 to 2, $W10A3 to 2, $W10H1 to 2>><</if>>\ <<set $ChapterSkip to 0, $ChapterSkipMode to 0>>\

<<set $M to 30>>\ <<if $Var is 1>>As concentrated as your sight is, its narrowed even further, until everything else around you - the room, desks, even the rest of Miss $Gray - fades from sight, and the only thing you have awareness of is her luscious tits. Tits which dare to burst out of her taut dress. Tits that are so large they’re impossible to hide. [img[Images/1-1 Stare Boobs 1.jpg]] You mind wishes up the filthiest of fantasies, with one recurring motif. You motorboat her breasts. You suck and lick her nipples like a hamster with a water bottle. You dream of her, naked, pulling your dick out, and sliding it in between her voluptuous boobs, until you squirt endless streams of rope on them. [img[Images/1-1 Stare Boobs 2.jpg]]\ \ <<elseif $Var is 2>>As concentrated as your sight is, its narrowed even further, until everything else around you - the room, desks, even the rest of Miss $Gray - fades from sight, and the only thing you have awareness of is her impossibly wide ass. An ass so big it would expose pantylines in any piece of clothing. An ass which would leave a print behind in any chair - cushion or metal. An ass which makes it impossible to walk through a door sideways. [img[Images/1-1 Stare Ass 1.jpg]] Your mind wishes up the filthiest of fantasies, with one recurring motif. You slap her ass. She twerks her ass. She sits her ass on your desk in front of you. She spreads her ass cheeks wide and welcomes you inside. [img[Images/1-1 Stare Ass 2.jpg]]\ \ <<elseif $Var is 3>>As concentrated as your sight is, its narrowed even further, until everything else around you - the room, desks, even the rest of Miss $Gray - fades from sight, and the only thing you have awareness of are her feet. Feet which deserve to be exposed in sandals. Feet which are perfect, regardless of if they’re pedicured. Feet which are so soft they should advertise pillows next to them. [img[Images/1-1 Stare Feet 1.jpg]] Your mind wishes up the filthiest of fantasies, with one recurring motif. She takes off her shoes, revealing her feet. She props them up on her desk, massaging them. She asks you if you want to help. She pulls your cock out, and slips it between them. [img[Images/1-1 Stare Feet 2.jpg]]\ \ <<elseif $Var is 4>>As concentrated as your sight is, its narrowed even further, until everything else around you - the room, desks, even the rest of Miss $Gray - fades from sight, and the only thing you have awareness of are her shoes. Shoes exude power, and sexyness. Shoes which stand tall, propped up by stilettos. Shoes which reflect the light in a blinding display of beauty. [img[Images/1-1 Stare Shoes 1.jpg]] Your mind wishes up the filthiest of fantasies, with one recurring motif. She rests her feet on her desk, exposing the shoes for you. She complains about how dirty they are, and if there were someone who was willing to clean them. She pulls your cock out once you’re finished, and nestles it between the platform of her high heels, commencing a shoe job that promises not to last long. [img[Images/1-1 Stare Shoes 2.jpg]]\ \ <<elseif $Var is 5>>As concentrated as your sight is, its narrowed even further, until everything else around you - the room, desks, even the rest of Miss $Gray - fades from sight, and the only thing you have awareness of are her nylon legs. Legs which are perfectly encased in the incomparable softness and sexyness of hosiery. Legs which could melt away the toughest of exteriors in the most chaste of men. Legs which cause so much drool there needs to be a wet floor sign. [img[Images/1-1 Stare Nylons 1.jpg]] Your mind wishes up the filthiest of fantasies, with one recurring motif. She props her feet up on her desk, massaging her legs. She asks if anyone can help relieve her. She encourages you to rub them faster, and harder. She pulls out your cock and opens her legs, slipping your penis a couple inches beneath her cunt, and giving you a thighjob as you finally learn if she’s wearing pantyhose or stockings. [img[Images/1-1 Stare Nylons 2.jpg]]<</if>> … At some point in your fantasy, you return to the conscious realm, where the moans of ecstasy which you heard in your dream are not only unwelcome, but heavily frowned upon. You wipe your chin in case any drool escaped your formerly agape mouth, and do your best to act like the words coming out of your teachers mouth are interesting. Whether fortunately or not, it seems you fantasized for much longer than you thought. “...and that concludes our first lesson together. I look forward to seeing you all tomorrow.” Miss $Gray chimes as students collect bags from at their feet, and exit the classroom. You’re about to stand up yourself, but a well manicured hand on your desk stops you just as your chair begins to slide out. Looking up, you see it belongs to Miss $Gray . “$name , could you stay behind for a moment?” Though it’s phrased like a question, her tone and expression show it’s anything but. You shyly agree, not wanting to upset your teacher when you’ve got another 4 days of her lessons ahead. As students continue to filter out the classroom, your heartbeat gets increasingly reminiscent of a drum. Miss $Gray ‘s demeanor doesn’t let a single thing slip, and though she continues wishing the rest of the class well, you don’t get the impression she held you back for a cheerful “good luck!” Once the door closes behind the last student - the same one you had the brief interaction with before daydreaming, coincidentally enough - your teacher begins her infused diatribe. “$name , I understood you’re in a unique position at Farrix Academy for Girls. And it’s probably quite stressful, being surrounded by so many women. And if you’d like support in the time while you’re here, I want you to know that you can talk to me.” //Huh. Maybe I was wrong// “Uh…thanks(?)” You reply, showing such a lack of confidence that you might as well just cry out a pitiful apology for assuming the worst of her. “But it’s important that you know that your behavior in my class was completely unacceptable, and will not be tolerated.” //Or not.// “Staring at the other students, staring at me. I don’t know what school you’ve been to in the past, but at Farrix, that kind of disrespect will land you in a lot of trouble. I could have clapped in front of you in the middle of class and you would have had no idea.” She shakes her head, and \ <<if $Var is 1>>looks down towards her chest. “You certainly were not being subtle.” Blood rushes to your cheeks as she all but accuses you ever staring at her tits.\ <<elseif $Var is 2>>Miss $Gray looks slightly behind, almost towards her butt. “I might not have eyes in the back of my head, but you were certainly drooling over something.” Blood rushes to your cheeks as she all but accuses you ever staring at her. //I thought it was safe to do that//\ <<elseif $Var is 3 or $Var is 4>>looks down towards her feet. “I’m not quite sure what you were doing, but it wasn’t paying attention, that’s for sure.” //She thinks I’m a pervert, doesn’t she?//\ <<elseif $Var is 5>>looks down towards her feet. “I’m not quite sure what you were doing, but it wasn’t paying attention, that’s for sure.” //Hopefully she doesn’t know that nylon fetishism is a thing. Please.//<</if>> “Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Her tone, though stern, and making it clear she is far from impressed, isn’t quite at the point of yelling. In fact, as your self preservation instincts would insist, apologizing would probably get you out of this mess with little more than a warning. Yet, a part of you feels like being defiant. Maybe acting recalcitrant will make her feel as though leaving you alone is easier than changing your ways. If you’re only going to be here for a week, it’s doubtful she cares enough to give you a truly hard time. [[1-1 Apologize<-Apologize]] [[1-1 Argue<-Be defiant]]

<<set $Priority to 0>>\ <<set $H to $H + 1>>\ There’s a knock at the door, and your mind immediately shoots to the worst. <<if $Home is 5>>$Jen ‘s eyes dart to yours, wanting to allay your fears, but her unwillingness to speak confirms your suspicions. It’s Kyle again. “I’m sorry honey! I still want you, and I have //zero// attraction towards him. But we tried having sex, and it didn’t work out. I’m going to ween myself off his cock, but it’ll take some time.”\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>$Jen ‘s face lights up with a familiar grin. This is more than a delivery; it’s her partner here to service her.<</if>> She unlocks the door and beckons him inside. He barely waits for that invitation before sprinting up the stairs. He’s almost as desperate for sex as she is. <<if $Home is 5>>She looks at you with an ashamed expression. “I’m sorry.” Her eyes scream, but it’s clear that she knows voicing those emotions won’t help you. “If you’d like,” she approaches you, searching for your hand with her own, “you can watch.” “Watch? You’re trying to make me a cuck now?” “It’s not like that at all, $name . I just thought you might like to see what we’re doing. It’s nothing more than sex, but if you need to see it to be sure, you can.” You baulk at the idea. //Yeah, like I’d want to watch my girlfriend have sex with another person…right// //Right?// “It’s that, or you can chill on the couch for a couple of hours.” She shrugs her shoulders - another expression of “sorry”. [[12-7 Cuck Good Watch TV<-Wait]] [[12-7 Cuck Good Watch Sex<-Watch]]\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>“I suppose this is my cue to go and buy more condoms again.” You sigh. “I should have stocked up on them before.” “Not so fast, sissy.” $Jen closes the door before you have a chance to ==escape== leave. “We’ve got condoms. But I’ve got something else in mind for you.” “What? You need lube instead?” She shakes her head, and demands you follow her to the bedroom, where loverboy has busied himself by stripping off his jacket and shirt. “You sure about this?” He asks her, another instance of his outright ignoring of you. “Sure about what?” The lynchpin of this encounter strides over to her closest, and removes 2 items from a box. The rattling sound of a small chain gives you a good idea of what they are, even whilst $Jen keeps them hidden. She gently pushes you over to a chair, where her salacious smile, bizarrely, continues. She doesn’t want you to get condoms - she wants you to be more involved this time. With surprising speed, she wraps what you at first believe to be a bracelet around your wrist. The other end of the “bracelet” gets wrapped around the leg of the chair, and clicked into place. As you look over to confirm that it is, in fact, a set of handcuffs, $Jen repeats the same action on your other wrist. You’re left like a subdued James Bond, unwillful victim to the villain, only you don’t have a way to get out of this. Sure, you can stand up and drag the chair a few inches behind you, but until $Jen sets you free, or you find the key, you’re stuck chained to it. You couldn’t even open the door to the room like this. $Jen ‘s done playing with you, and now turns her attention to Kyle, who’s sat eagerly on the edge of the bed. With sly glances over her shoulder towards you, she unbuckles his pants, and exposes his raging cock. “It’s so big.” He utters something indecipherable, too turned on to care about being understood. Then, she gets to work sucking it. Annoyingly, her head blocks your angle, but you can see by the way her head is bobbing up and down repeatedly, along with the depth which she goes down to, that she’s giving him one hell of a blowjob. His face, which might as well include eyes rolled into the back of his head, confirms that. His deep grunts, and the distinct sound of a mouth slick with saliva sucking dick, only add to the attempts of your own penis to get hard. But even if you weren’t cuffed, the cage on your member, which feels like it hasn’t been removed in an eternity, would prevent any kind of masturbation. You’re left to imagine as best you can what he’s going through. Someone at your feet, worshipping your huge cock. Drooling on it. Massaging the underside with a teasing tongue. Deepthroating it. He’s experiencing your greatest dream. For him, it’s just a Sunday. [[12-7 Cuck Bad<-Continue]]<</if>>

At first you thought the duo had just skipped foreplay. As they reposition, you realize the blowjob //was// the foreplay. $Jen lays on her back, the angle allowing her to see the jealousy radiating off you. He’s on his knees, positioning himself right in front of her cunt. The small act of a pelvic thrust from him might be undetectable, but the way her face lights up from eager to nirvana tells you he’s entered her. For a while, they have “vanilla” sex, only with the household sissy watching, bound to a chair, and helpless to take your eyes away. Then, $Jen decides that the only way she could be more turned on is by taunting you. “Your cock could never please like this. I don’t think your cock could please a virgin.” Her eyes, occasionally shutting when the pleasure gets too much to handle, are otherwise locked with yours. “That’s why it’s good it’s in a cage. It stops you from wasting your time.” You try with all your might to break off the cage through the combined power off mind and cock, but the stubborn torture device refuses to budge. “If you’re going to be as inadequate as you are, you might as well be locked away. You could never please a woman with that tiny thing. Or a man, for that matter.” She laughs, almost running out of breath from all the heavy exhales natural to someone being pounded. “Not like Kyle. He’s always made me…cum.” From her moans, there’s no doubt in your mind she’s telling the truth. You eye the couple doing the deed - the thing you’d pay for. The thing you might even be willing to kill for. Because of the cage, having sex like that is an impossibility. And $Jen , whose life mission seems to be to ridicule you, is //mocking// you for it. She’s taking in pleasure in your torment. She’s using your pain to heighten the peaks of her orgasm. To her, you’re just a toy. A defiant part of you yearns to give her a lesson. To teach her how cruel she is. But, if you can’t do that, maybe just ruining this for them would suffice. Your arms might be trapped, but your mouth is still free, able to sing, shout and scream to your heart’s content. That’s sure to ruin the mood. [[12-7 Cuck Bad 2<-Be loud][$CuckGag to 1, $JenR to $JenR - 1]] [[12-7 Cuck Bad 2<-Remain silent][$CuckGag to 0]]

<<if $CuckGag is 1>>“I don’t know.” You shrug your shoulders, still feeling the restraint of the cuffs. “It doesn’t seem to be like he’s pleasing you.” Kyle finds it possible to ignore you anymore. Even his face shoots over towards you, a clear face of “what the hell are you talking about?” “I don’t expect you to understand much about sexual satisfaction.” $Jen replies, turning Kyle’s face back towards her. She has much thicker skin than him. “I’m not convinced. How long have you two been having sex now? 5 minutes? 10 minutes? You should have came by now.” “You’ve been watching too much porn again, $name .” “So have you.” You blurt out, initially unsure why, then thankful for the decision. “You should have seen her earlier, Kyle. She was going at it like the power was about to go out. I guess she knew she needed a headstart if she wanted to cum during sex.” “Shut up, sissy.” $Jen yells between gritted teeth. “He’s lying.” You hear her murmur to him. “Of course, then she had to pull out her vibrator - it’s a few inches bigger than you are. That made her squirt so loud I could hear it from the kitchen. Hmm, maybe that’s why it’s taking her so long to orgasm now.” “I’m taking the perfectly normal amount of time to cum, idiot.” “Normal? So you’re saying Kyle is average in bed?” “That’s not what I meant, sissy. Now shut up and let us have sex in peace.” “Why did you invite me to watch if you didn’t want to hear my commentary? And by the way, Kyle, your form is pretty sloppy. Trying putting your hands on her waist instead of on the bed. That might help her cum this side of the next bicentennial.” “Enough!” $Jen screams, visibly startling Kyle. “We’ve done this before, and we know what we’re doing. When we need suggestions for makeup, we’ll talk to you.” “Alright.” You fake a roll of your eyes. “If you insist.” You shuffle your chair to the side of the bed. Thankfully, you can still reposition yourself, even if you are tied to the chair. “By the way,” you whisper with the volume of a shout, trying to make it seem like you’re being subtle, “do we need any more milk? I think we were out this morning.” $Jen ignores you, and concentrates on having pleasure - which has undeniably become harder for her. “Oh, and we also had a leak in the shower. Do you want to call somebody tomorrow? Or shall I do it? My friend knows a really good guy. I think we should also get a painter in to redo the lounge. The beige just isn’t doing it for me. How do you feel about a light green instead?” “Shut. Up. Sissy.” She replies, on the verge of screaming. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.” You wait another moment, allowing them to return to the edge which they’ve shrank away from before commencing the next phase of sex sabotage. “Do you guys want any motivational music to go along with your intercourse? I can sing Eye of the Tiger for you. Or how about some Linkin Park? I think their heavy sound and rage inducing lyrics might help you go at it with a little extra emotion. If music isn’t your thing, I can recite Erwin’s speech from Attack on Titan instead. The ea…” “Enough!”\ <<else>>The submissive part of you, which seems to be nurtured by everyone in your life, returns to the fore, which is probably a good thing. The way she talks about Kyle’s cock as a “necessity” means she probably won’t respond well to you distracting her from it. Of course, you’re getting something out of this, too. It’s like watching porn, only, live. Everything is more visceral when the screen is removed. Their grunts are in surround sound, and you’re even picking up on a distinct smell. Sweat mixes vaginal fluids for a weird smell which probably wouldn’t make for a great candle, but has a certain…earthiness to it that it adds to the moment. You take pleasure in seeing the act unfold. Each time the moans get louder, you get a little closer to living vicariously through them, as though you might be able to cum if they do. It’s a vain hope, you’re aware, but such dreams can make life more entertaining. Your dick is on the other side of the coin, protesting at its perpetual neglect, and demanding it be treated to at least a 2 minute jerk off if you’re going to be watching something this hot. Their crescendoing voices eventually reach a fever, and $Jen ‘s screams threaten to tear the wallpaper down - the unmistakable sound of a woman genuinely orgasming is unmistakable. Kyle’s moans have less grace, and sound more as though he’s trying to clear his throat. Once the last sputter of cum is out of his system, he pulls out, and you’re relieved. Just like that, your dick gets its desperately needed reprieve. The two lay side by side, breathing heavily. Kyle takes off his condom, tossing it to the side. After a few minutes, you want to ask “when am I being freed?” That’s when you’re hit with a vicious realization. $Jen ran through the condoms you got last week in a single night; they didn’t have sex once. The 2nd round lasts a little longer, and $Jen busies herself with even more humiliating words at your expense. The 3rd round lasts a little longer, though now Kyle decides to get in on the insults. They’re a little awkward at first, and she has to remind him that you don’t have to apologize after mocking the cuck. Rounds 4 and 5 are much the same. Round 6 is comparable to a marathon. They both seem a hair’s width away from the finish line, but just unable to get the last foot across. They must be at it for at least 1 hour, which is some impressive stamina that you were unaware people outside of porn had. Eventually, they manage to climax. In unison, miraculously.<</if>> [[12-7 Cuck Bad 3<-...]]

<<if $CuckGag is 1>>$Jen pushes Kyle off her with surprising force. She storms over to her closet once more, searching for something in the same box she got the handcuffs from. “Oh good, I thought these cuffs were a little weak. You might want to switch them out for something sturdier.” $Jen soon finds what she’s looking for. From your angle, it looks only like a black strap, with something more in the middle, though you can’t make out what. Her stomping feet slam over to you, and she shoves the center part inside your mouth before you have a chance to protest, or murmur another joke to irritate her. She secures the rear of the gag behind your head, and with your hands tied, it’s unfortunately stuck there until someone frees you. The center piece, your tongue quickly deduces, is shaped exactly like a dick, or the last 3 inches of one, at least. It’s hardly uncomfortable, but it achieved its purpose nonetheless. $Jen wanted to shut you up, and she succeeded. It doesn’t take long for $Jen and Kyle to get back to their fervent dance, though you do note that his cock reduced itself in the meantime to a semi-erect state. She’s too horny to notice, and slides it back inside of her vagina. The poor man does his best to fuck her, but it takes so long to get back in the mood that he simply pulls out, sitting on the edge of the bed with his now flaccid cock. “But babe!” She cries, wrapping her arms around him from behind. “I want you inside of me!” “You wanted the sissy in here. This is your own fault.” He pulls up his pants, and wrestles the rest of his clothes back on, which is made harder by him wanting to rush it in a fit of frustration. “But I didn’t finish!” “Neither did I.” He shakes his head on the way out. After staring at the doorway for a few more seconds in the vain hope he changes his mind, $Jen stares daggers at you instead. You look at her with one of those expressions of “how on earth did that happen?” “You…” For once, she’s out of words. Resigned, she simply unlocks the cuffs, letting you struggle with the gag, before pointing you towards the door. A part of you //really// wants to utter a final “I told you he wasn’t going to make you cum”, but the expression on her face, which resembles some sort of demonic gargoyle, scares the idea out of you. She learned her lesson, and maybe she will think twice about making you a cuck again.\ <<else>>They bask in post-orgasmic bliss for nearly just as long, it feels, though you’ve really lost track of time. Kyle rounds up all the used condoms, each successive one having a little less semen in them, though you’re impressed at his reserves - his final load still seems comparable to one of your own. Kyle puts his clothes back on after using a hefty amount of antiperspirant. $Jen does the same (her clothes gradually disappeared during on of the half a dozen deeds). Then, she decides that you’ve had enough fun for the day. She unlocks the handcuffs, and you massage the spots they were clamped around. “I hope you’re beginning to learn your place, sissy. You couldn’t make a woman cum once. Kyle did it 6 times. You’re not a man; you’re a disappointment.” //They’re not mutually exclusive// you want to shoot back, but something about her words ring true. What you just saw was superhuman in comparison to your own sexual prowess. You seem more exhausted than they are. $Jen dismisses you, and Kyle leaves soon after.<</if>> [[Room 5/6<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<if $Var is 1>>You take a undeserved amount of pride in remaining strong and not looking at her panties, as much as you are undeniably tempted. \ <<elseif $Var is 2>>“Oh.” She grunts, a little disappointed, as much she tries retain a smile. “That’s cool.”<</if>> <<if $Var is 1 and $FNylon is 1>>Fortunately, for a true degenerate like you, there’s always something to ogle. Right now, and for the rest of your conversation, it’s $Ash ‘s nylon legs, which are only 2 feet, at most, away from your face. Your heartbeat hastens. \ <<elseif $Var is 1 and $FFeet is 1>>Fortunately, for a true degenerate like you, there’s always something to ogle. $Ash ‘s feet are inside some open-style heels, much like what Miss $Gray was wearing, only a little less eye- catching. They give your classmate an extra 2 inches at most. Your heartbeat hastens. <</if>>\ <<if $Var is 1>>$Ash soon turns her attention back around, and for a brief second, seems almost disappointed. “Are you alright?” “Yeah, I just…it’s nothing.” She shakes her head. “So what are your other teachers like apart from Miss $Gray ?”\ <<elseif $Var is 2>>“So what are your other teachers like apart from Miss $Gray ?”<</if>> “I met my science teacher teacher yesterday. Mr Hawt, I think his name was.” “Mr Hawt?” Her attention is piqued once more. “Lucky.” “He marks generously?” “Even better; just look at the man!” “I don’t understand.” “The girls here are mad about him. You should hear some of the things they say in the locker rooms. It’s worse than anything you’d hear at Morton, I promise.” “And you?” “Hmm?” “Are you mad about him?” “He’s attractive, certainly. But I tried talking to him a couple times, and I can figure he’s not my type.” //So looks alone aren’t enough for her…that’s good for me// The lunch period, unfortunately, concludes, meaning you have to bid your new friend, if it’s not to earlier to call her that, adieu. [[1-2f Ash Name<-Continue]]

[img[Images/Jen Lounge.jpg]] “Yeah, no thanks. I think I’ll just watch TV and continue to not be a cuck.” “If that’s what you want.” She follows Kyle’s steps without another word. Though clearly apologetic, her need for sex makes you jealous more than anything. This is the first time in your life that you can say a woman is into you, for you. $Ash had ulterior motives, that’s obvious now. But $Jen really seems to be genuinely attracted to you. The only reason you’re not having right now is the damn chastity cage, as if it hadn’t robbed you enough. <<if visited("12-5 Sex Yes")>>//There’s no chance of it working, but some part of me wishes $Jen could get through to my teacher// <</if>>\ You click until you find something tolerable. And after promptly failing that, lower your standards a little to something which helps pass the time without making you want to mute the thing. Eventually you find a rom-com, “Sex With The City”. The film revolves around Jared, the mayor of some fictitious city. He’s deeply in love with the woman of his dreams, Scarlet - a 10 out of 10 bombshell that would make men leave their wives just to take her to dinner. Their romance develops in the same way most rom-com relationships do: bad acting, bad flirting, and with such little subtlety that they might as well just have sex on the first. That, however, is something this film has going for it over the same in the genre. It doesn’t shy away from showing sex. Sure, you’re not actually seeing a dick or a vagina, God forbid, but the only thing preventing it is a thin blanket. The plot gets a little more intriguing when there’s an attempt on Jared’s life, and he has to have a security detail with him at all times - //all times//. Sure, it’s a little extreme to have a guard in the shower with you, but Jared is an important man, evidently. So, when Jared and Scarlet try to get it on, his bodyguard sits silently in the corner of the room, watching… Your attention gets violently removed from the movie at the sound of moaning, descending from the master bedroom, down the staircase, and into the lounge. Though you’re sure Kyle is grunting, too, the only “mmphs!” and demands to go faster you hear are from $Jen . In response, you turn the TV up. The plot resumes. Scarlet, though initially not a fan of the third wheel at all their activities, warms up to the bodyguard - who’s name turns out to be $name , ironically enough. Scarlet and $name find themselves talking increasingly often when the trio are in a restaurant, or when Jared drags them along to some aristocratic event. The busy mayor, of course, is oblivious to their unfolding friendship. Appreciative, even, that someone can keep his girlfriend entertained whilst he whoos donors and executives alike. $name , unsurprisingly enough, develops feelings for Scarlet. Who wouldn’t? It seems like those feelings might be reci… “Oh, yes! Harder! Harder, Kyle!” Your eyes roll, and you reflexively turn the TV up another 15 points. $name is about to confess his feeli… “$name ?!” $Jen yellows, stomping down the staircase and striding into the living room with an impatient speed about her. She’s lost her clothes, and simply has on a bath robe for modesty. Her hair is a mess, and the scent of sweat radiates off her. “The TV doesn’t need to be this loud.” She snatches the remote from your hands, pressing the power button. “I’m sorry. Could you hear it over your screams of joy?” “Yes, I could.” She replies, overlooking, or not caring to point out, your sarcasm. “Keep it down.” She dashes back up the stairs, every second that a cock isn’t inside her making it harder to return to the moment. Similarly, you’re a little enraged yourself. Your partner wants //you// to keep it down while //she// has sex with //her// ex boyfriend? //You’re// being too loud? The moans from upstairs quickly resume. //I’m being too loud?!// //I’M BEING TOO LOUD?!// You eye the TV remote, a furious part of you wanting to fight fire with fire. [[12-7 Cuck TV loud<-Turn the TV back on]] [[12-7 Cuck TV off<-Remain quiet]]

<<set $JenR to $JenR - 1>>\ [img[Images/Jen Lounge.jpg]] You turn the TV back on, as loud as it was before, to catch the $name ‘s confession of love to Scarlet. “There’s just this thing that I can’t explain. When I’m with you, it’s like the whole world recedes. I go to bed at night thinking of what we might get to talk about tomorrow, or what dress you’ll wear, or the perfume I’ll smell on you.” The moans from upstairs get louder in decided response to your actions. “Oh, $name .” “Oh Kyle!” “I’m flattered, I really am. These past few weeks have been so special for me, too.” “Fuck me. Fuck me!” “My feelings for you are complicated. I do love you, and I love spending time with you. You give me things that I could never get from him.” “Kyle! Kyle - I’m nearly there!” “But I love him, too. I can’t just throw away what me and Jared have. I mean, he’s the mayor, and you’re…” “Just a bodyguard.” “Not just any bodyguard. //Our// bodyguard. Me and you, we could never work out. Surely you understand that.” “I’m…cum…ing!” “You’re right. At least I’ll cherish what we had.” “Oh…YES!” The credits roll, though sadly not on the noises upstairs. They’re going at it like rabbits on aphrodisiacs, and now, there’s no shitty rom-com to keep you occupied. … “Well, I don’t know what this was about,” $Jen begins. She’s dressed again, though her hair is still so unkempt that she looks like she just got up. After showing Kyle out, she approached you with an anxious anger about her. “But I //hope// we can put it behind us.” “Totally.” //And if we can’t, I can always do it again.// “Water under the bridge.” [[Room 5/6<-Continue][$H to $H +1]]

[img[Images/Jen Lounge.jpg]] Though the temptation to power the TV on is almost overwhelming, you remain strong, and refuse yourself to resort to such pettiness. Instead, you do a bizarre mix up meditation and seething, which you can only imagine a sith does in their spare time. You’re able to calm your heartbeat, and your thoughts become remarkably clear, like pane of glass. Then, you’ll hear a “harder!” or “I’m nearly there!” from upstairs, and your thoughts return, shooting immediately to the visage of Kyle fucking $Jen , with vivid clarity. The screams will crescendo and inevitably stop for a while. You vainly think it’s over, and return to a state of tranquility, where nothing could possibly bother you. Then, the moaning returns. It’s a cycle that repeats itself for at least another hour. Perhaps most frustratingly of all, you never learn what happens to Scarlet, Jared and $name . … $Jen shows Kyle out once they finish. Her hair is still as unkempt as though she just got out of bed, but at least she’s dressed again. “Thanks for keeping out down, honey.” [[Room 5/6<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

“Alright. I guess there’s no harm in watching.” $Jen ‘s happy to take your hand, and bring you to the bedroom: the sight where you and $Jen lay next to each other every night, and the place where Kyle is going to fuck her brains out. She pushes you gently on a chair, and then has an inaudible conversation with him. The exchange ends with a shrug of his shoulders. Doubtlessly he wasn’t told about your presence beforehand, so it’s just as much a surprise to him as it is to you. Then, your partner seats him on the end of the bed, tugging his pants and boxers down until his cock is exposed. Even semi-erect as it is, it makes you feel inadequate. Not only is yours trapped hopelessly in a cage, but he’s //much// bigger than you, and you’re not even that close to it. Her head blocks your angle, but you can see by the way her head is bobbing up and down repeatedly, along with the depth which she goes down to, that she’s giving him one hell of a blowjob. His face, which might as well include eyes rolled into the back of his head, confirms that. His deep grunts, and the distinct sound of a mouth slick with saliva sucking dick, cause a stir in your cage, though how much of it is because of it being a blowjob, and how much of it being because it’s your girlfriend on the giving end, is a mystery. You try to imagine yourself in his position. $Jen is certifiably cock hungry. She could be at your feet right now, worshipping your dick, drooling over it like it were only penis in the world. She could deepthroat you, lick your balls, and take all of your load in her thirsty mouth, or gorgeous face, But because you’re caged, that’ll never happen. You can only dream about such things. [[12-7 Cuck Good Watch Sex 2<-Continue]]

At first you thought the duo had just skipped foreplay. As they reposition, you realize the blowjob //was// the foreplay. $Jen lays on her back, the angle allowing her to see the jealousy radiating off you. He’s on his knees, positioning himself right in front of her cunt. The small act of a pelvic thrust from him might be undetectable, but the way her face lights up from eager to nirvana tells you he’s entered her. For a while, they have “vanilla” sex, just with an observer present. $Jen occasionally looks over at you, her face showing simultaneous ecstasy, and also sadness that it isn’t you she’s doing this with. She’s loving the moment. Her insides are being rearranged by a well practiced cock, doubtlessly rubbing her g-spot with each thrust. But she’s also loving that you’re here with her - savoring the moment. “Oh my go…yes! Harder! Harder!” She exhales, struggling to voice the properly, to busy thinking about the railing she’s receiving. All the while, you’re left to watch and dream. You want nothing more than to reach inside your underwear and feel an uncaged cock, and you even try in a desperate attempt to ignore reality in favor of pleasure, but nothing you do results in that fantasy coming true. Unable to achieve that sexual pleasure, your hands move to someplace else, hoping to attain even a fraction of joy jerking off would provide. Your left hand caresses your right nipple, and your right hand does the same. Playing with your erogenous zones makes you moan almost as loud as $Jen is. Each fondle, twist, pinch, clamp, tickle and squeeze takes you a wrung deeper into thoughtless pleasure, and you understand why $Jen needs this. You cannot have a brush with heaven and ignore it. She’s obsessed with sex because it’s incredible; how could you blame her for wanting this? The nipple play serves to tease your caged clit more, briefly giving you illusion that orgasming like this will actually be possible. And though $Jen does, and Kyle does, several more times each, you’re left at the bottom of the scoreboard: nill. [[12-7 Cuck Good Watch Sex 3<-Continue]]

They finish up their base act. Kyle busies himself, collecting all the used condoms, and throwing them in the trash. After using a heaping of antiperspirant, he gets dressed, fixes his hair, and leaves, with little more than a goodbye. $Jen freshens up, too, gets dressed, and then sits on the edge of the bed with you. “I hope that was what you’d thought it’d be.” “I don’t know what I expected, frankly.” She places a hand on your lap, and then kisses you with more love in her eyes than anything she gave to Kyle. “Thank you for being here, sweetie. The sight of you in the chair…it helped me climax.” “You’re sure that wasn’t his big dick?” “Oh, I’m sure.” She laughs. “I think I was worrying him with how wet I was getting. And you seemed to enjoy yourself.” You blush, releasing she must have seen you playing with your nipples. “With the cage…” “Shh.” She puts a finger to your lips. “You don’t need to explain.” You make out for a long time. Somehow, $Jen still has energy left; you’re more exhausted than she is. [[Room 5/6<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $H to $H + 1>>\ <<set $S to $S + 2, $L to $L + 1>>\ Today, your teacher seems to have a unqiue punishment in mind, as if the spankings weren't bad enough. <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>> points a finger at the floor, making it clear where she wants you. “You bring this upon yourself; I’ve made it clear what your expectations are. Any time they’re not met is because of you. So I will listening to any of your moaning about how this is “unfair”.” She retrieves a couple of rattly gadgets from one of the drawers in her desk that always gets your nerves running. The silver cuffs, two pairs of them, are teasingly spun around Miss $Gray ‘s well manicured fingers. The red of her nails are perfectly reflected in the shiny metal of the bondage items. You offer your limbs without challenge - this is already bad enough without further defiance making her pull out a gag, nipple clamps, rope, or anything else which is meant to make you further powerless. Even the sellotape on her desk could be improvised to make this further humiliating, and that’s just what you can think of - her mind is much more attuned to such things. She wraps one pair around your wrists, positioned behind you. The second set, which have roughly twice the length of chain connecting them, tie your ankles together. You’re left struggling on your side, unable to pull the cuffs apart through sheer strength, lacking the dexterity to slip out of them, or the tools required to pick them open. Any moderately perverse teacher would consider their task done now. <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>>, naturally, does not. She strides over to her desk once more, frustrated to even be wasting this much time on your punishment. When she returns a few seconds later, she has an odd vial in her hands. It’s topped with a cap that she has to use considerable strength to remove, and the way she marvels at the inside adds an extra layer of fear to your predicament. She kneels down beside you, pulling up your dress - as if you weren’t compromised enough. Even more perplexingly, she also tugs your panties down, exposing your customarily caged clit. Vain hope of freedom briefly comes to the surface of your mind, but it evaporates just as quickly. Delicately balancing the vial in her fingers, she pours a considerable amount in both your panties, and directly on your skin, including your balls, crotch, and even inside a couple of the slits of the chastity cage. She then replaces the cap, and returns your clothing to its proper position. For a while - maybe 5 minutes - you’re baffled at the punishment. That’s when //it// happens. At first it’s light, like a feather dusting your nether regions. Perhaps it’s even pleasant, in the same way that someone lightly blowing on your skin. Giggles slip out of your mouth, though you do your best to muffle them. Then, the gently tingle turns to a violent itch. It’s like a family of millipedes walking over your crotch, and no matter how much you shake, jive, wriggle, roll, dance or rock, the phantom sensation refuses to fade. If you could get just one hand free, your torment would be over. But no matter what position you struggle yourself into, getting a finger even a centimeter past your asshole proves impossible. Anything - money, work, a body part - you’d anything just to itch your crotch even once. The best you can manage is to hump the floor. It works to satiate the front part of your pain, but your taint and inside the cage remains out of reach. A rhythm emerges of hip shagging floor, and your teacher soon picks up on it, as the growing laughter would suggest. Time should make the suffering go away, you figure, but nothing of the sort happens. 15 minutes, 30…even once the hour is up, and your teacher shows what you can only consider to be mercy in unlocking the cuffs, the itching is still there. Your fingernails claw at the region, and you sit there for hours, content to never move. When you finally do leave the classroom, a brutal realization hits. //<<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray <</if>>still had a lot more of that powder//

<<set $Priority to 0>>\ <<set $H to $H + 1>>\ You’re barely inside the house when $Jen starts clicking her fingers expectantly. “Come on sissy! Didn’t I tell you about this earlier?” “Tell me about what?” She rolls her eyes, disappointed that you’re unaware of something you couldn't possibly know. “Me and my boyfriend have a date later.” “Great, so it’ll be quiet in the house.” You murmur. “It will, not that you’ll be here to enjoy it; you’re coming with us.” “What? Why? Are you both so disinteresting that you need me to keep you company?” “No, but it is nice to laugh at you on occasion, and having someone to carry my purse sounds delightful, even if it has to be someone as ugly as you. Besides, I know that the moment you’re left alone in the house, you and the couch will be back at it again, trying to make babies.” “I’m not going to fuck the couch.” “Hmm, sure, whatever you say.” She clops her hands in a “chop-chop” expression. You sheepishly follow her out of the house, aware that if you didn’t, she’d be dragging you. [[13-1 Bad 1b<-Continue]]

<<set $H to $H + 1>>\ $Jen has you accompany her to a part of town you scarcely see. There’s a valet outside every fancy restaurant, which seem to number in the hundreds for as far as the eye can see. Your own “dates”, if they could even be considered such a thing, haven’t approached demanding this level of nice. <<if visited("Blackmail Date")>>Your date with your teacher only compares to this, except you get the feeling that $Jen won’t be holding back her humiliation for the sake of politeness.<</if>> True to her word, she does have you hold her handbag, though given it’s the type that can hang off your shoulder, compared to a clutch, why she would feel the need to bring you along for the menial task is a mystery. [img[Images/Jen Bad Res.jpg]] “Culotte Salée” is the name of the restaurant you enter, and the inside briefly gives you the impression that the Palace of Versailles had an outreach program. Preposterously ornate chandeliers hang over every table, to a point that the lit candles littering the walkways and surfaces are as obsolete as the windows. And you know you’ve entered a fine establishment when there’s a person at the doorway, leather-bound book at his standing desk, ready to hear the name of your reservation. “It’s under my boyfriend’s name - oh, I see him over there.” $Jen points to a man sitting alone, waving eagerly in your direction. “Right this way, ma’am.” He addresses $Jen , somehow understanding your passive role in this ordeal. It’s a 4 person table, and the couple are placed opposite each other, with you next to $Jen , who’s already staring love hearts at the man. Part of you is shocked at his choice of restaurants - for a man $Jen has insisted has a huge dick - ever since your first meeting - you would have guessed he’d be more likely to take her to a restaurant which would use “n’” in place of “and”. <<if $CuckGag is 1>>Though Kyle is surprised by your appearance, he is annoyed by it. Evidently he’s not gotten over your sabotage less than 24 hours ago - sabotage which probably led him to jerking off alone last night, when he was promised several rounds of a sex. A grin forms across your face. Come to think of it, that might be why she invited you here in the first place, as a form of revenge. That tells you all you need to know about what $Jen thinks of herself.\ <<elseif $FCuck is 1>>Kyle is neither surprised nor annoyed by your appearance. It’s doubtful he’s ever had someone watch him have sex, but that wouldn’t have been his takeaway from yesterday’s half a dozen rounds of sex.\ <<elseif $FCuck is 0>>“This is Kyle,” $Jen formally introduces him to you first, which strikes you as bizarre. Maybe she’s told him more than enough about you.<</if>> From the time between sitting and down and their food arriving, you’re acknowledged only two more times. The first is when $Jen needs her phone, which is the bag you’re still holding. The second is when Kyle asks what the “sissy” will be having when a waiter came to take the table’s orders. $Jen , in a characteristic display of kindness and generosity, asked for a “light salad”. //Yum// [[13-1 Bad 1c<-Continue]]

<<set $H to $H + 1>>\ $Jen and Kyle’s food looks delightful in comparison to your salad, even for something you can’t pronounce. The green foliage and burst of colors offered by tomatoes on your plate would probably be turned down by a rabbit in bullying season, and you only pick at it for something to do. “My girlfriend tells me you’ve been hitting on her.” You spit out a mouthful of water. “What?!” Looking over to $Jen , she’s simply shaking her head. “I’ve warned you about it before, $name . If I’m nice enough to let you stay on my couch, the last thing I should get is unwanted advances in the kitchen.” “Advances? When have I made any advances at you?” “You should have seen her earlier today,” she switches attention back to her boyfriend. “I simply asked for her to pass the Cheerio’s, and you know what she said? I’ll give you a cheery O.” “If I were going to flirt, it wouldn’t be like that.” “And then, a couple days ago, I told her I was getting in the bath, and she offered to join me in case I drown.” Kyle’s expression grows from petty annoyance to fury. “Talking to my girlfriend like that? I’ve sent men to the hospital for just looking at her tits. I get it, they’re great, but you don’t do that in front of me.” “Look at what I’m wearing? Do you really think I’m a man?” Typically, you’d be making the opposite argument to <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> - that in spite of your appearance, you’re still a man. When it looks like the night might end with a mauling in a back alley, you’re more than willing to switch song. “And then,” $Jen continues, as if you’d woken up in a parallel universe where you’re an insatiable flirt, “when she was doing the laundry, she noticed my bra size didn’t match up to what my breasts look like, so she offered to measure them for me.” “Unbelievable.” “And I almost slapped her in the face when I discovered that camera she hid in the bathroom.” “Camera? Breast measurements? What are you both talking about? None of these things have happened.” “Are you trying to say my girlfriend doesn’t have great tits?” Kyle blurts out, eye opened wide enough that they might fall out. “I can’t believe you’d ever do such a thing.” “Her boobs are fantastic.” “Incredible.” “Legendary.” They begin giggling in unison. “You were joking…” //Of course they were//. You sigh, disappointed in the lack of maturity in the closest thing you have to “friends”. “You don’t have to worry; I know you’re far too pathetic to make a move on my girl.” “And only just not stupid enough.” “That’s the closest thing to a compliment I’ve ever got from you.” The meal continues, and the duo go back to ignoring you, treating you as little more than one of the restaurant’s ornaments. Until, that is, the bill comes. $Jen throws it onto your barely touched plate without a second thought. Taking a nervous peek, you see the final price - 79.88. “I only had a salad!” You exclaim, met with their continual disinterest. <<if $I gt 79>>[[13-1 Bad 1d<-Pay for the meal][$I to $I - 80, $Var to 1]] [[13-1 Bad 1d<-Pretend you don’t have the money][$Var to 2]]\ <<else>>[[13-1 Bad 1d<-You don’t have the money to pay for it][$Var to 2]]<</if>>

<<if $Var is 1>><<set $JenR to $JenR + 1>>Sighing, you wave over the same well-dressed man who delivered the bill, giving him the necessary cash, and murmuring incoherent phrases about how rude your housemate is. ““Good sissy.” $Jen ‘s teasing words are the only acknowledgement of your deed. Kyle might as well have thought the meal was free.\ <<elseif $Var is 2>><<set $JenR to $JenR - 1>>“I don’t have that kind of money.” “Huh?” $Jen asks, like she made you promise you did earlier. “Why not?” “I spent it all on makeup.” You snide, throwing some of $Jen ‘s own words back at her. “And yet you’re still this ugly.” She coughs, taking back the bill and paying it. “Sometimes I wonder why I invite you out.” “Me too.”<</if>> Thankfully, you housemate doesn’t spring any more surprises on you, and you’re left to enjoy what little time in the day you have left after returning home. [[Room 5/6<-Continue][$H ot $H + 1]]

<<set $Priority to 0>>\ <<set $H to $H + 1>>\ “$name !” $Jen calls out, excited beyond measure. “I’ve got it!” “Got what?” “The solution to our sexual problems!” She giggles. \ <<if visited("12-5 Sex Yes")>>“Since Miss $Gray refuses to let you out of your cage, we’ll just have to get you a new dick.”\ <<else>>“Since you refuse to let me talk to Miss $Gray about letting you out of the cage, even though I //definitely// could persuade her,” she coughs, “we’ll just have to replace your dick.”<</if>> “There are only two ways that could happen. The first is definitely illegal, and the second requires a knowledge of physiology and medical precision which I know you don’t have.” “Don’t be silly” she suggests. “I’ve already considered and dismissed those too. No, we simply buy a strapon that you can wear over your cage, and you can fuck me with that. This way, I can get all the pleasure of a cock pounding me.” “And I can get all the pleasure of having sex with my penis.” You snide. “Oh wait…” $Jen rolls her eyes. “Look, I know it’s not the perfect solution, but it’s better than anything you’ve came up with. I need pleasure, and being my partner, it’s up to you to help me achieve it. Besides,” she giggles, “women go without orgasms all the time. You’ve just got to consider this another step in your feminization.” <<if visited("12-5 Sex Yes")>>“In 2 days, you’ve failed to convince both me and Miss $Gray . You’re not as persuasive as you like to think you are.”\ <<else>>“If this is how you would have tried talking to Miss $Gray , then I would definitely still be in this cage.”<</if>> $Jen grabs your hand and runs up to the bedroom, where she is, of course, already prepared. There’s a strap on laying on the bed, and she tosses it in your direction. You catch it by the dick, which is at least 8 inches. <<if $CK[0] gt 0 or $CK[1] gt 0 or $CK[2] gt 0>>She assists you in removing your clothes whilst you still marvel at the thing. Not only is it long, but it’s girthy, too.\ <<else>>You continue to marvel at the thing, growing jealous of not just its length, but its girth also.<</if>> For a while, you struggle with the straps of the device. As much as you’ve seen <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2 <<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> wear one, she’s so adept at putting it on that you’ve never had a chance to understand the minutiae of it. $Jen , seeing your struggle, takes it from your fumbling hands and positions herself behind you. Just like she were showing you how to put on a tie, folds and ends meet, parts are tucked, and before you know it, the contraption is secure. “You know, if you squint, you might convince yourself it’s your actual cock.” //Yeah, right.// You think to yourself, though immediately try it. For a second, there’s some truth to what she says, but the immersion is ruined by how unrealistic it is. For maximum accuracy, the dildo would need to lose a good few inches, and compared to the habit your actual dick //used// to have for cumming, if this silicone one manages to blow a load, you’ll be terrified. [[13-2 Sex 2<-Continue]]

$Jen , who stripped herself down to nothing but a pair of panties, a bra and stockings whilst you were enamored by the fake cock, is eagerly waiting on the bed, beckoning you forward. She slides her panties off and flings them at your chest. Catching them, you can both see and smell the wetness in the crotch of the material. You take pride in it, ignoring the role the dildo played in getting your partner wet. “I know you’ve never had sex with a girl like this before, but it’s easy, I promise. You’ve just got to kneel in front of me between my legs, and slowly stick the head in.” “Missionary - I know.” You boast. “You’ve done your homework; let’s see how you do on your final exam.” Her pep talk doesn’t help remove the hand-in-hand relationship of Farrix and sex which exists in your mind ever since <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> revamped your sissy training. Being this close to a vagina is also scary. You’ve seen them enough in porn, sure, but combined with the expectations of pleasing $Jen , as well as the aroma radiating off it, this isn’t at all what you imagined it to be like. Dicks are simple. Vaginas have a complexity in their folds and holes that you’re not sure you’re ready to understand. Your girlfriend, however, has made up your mind for you. Lining up the silicone head with her yearning cunt, the first inch enters. “Is that…did I do it right?” “You’re doing great, sweetie. Now keep going.” Slowly at first, you thrust the dildo in, then out. It gets easier with each thrust, likely for the same reason that the dildo looks wetter for after each entry. You’re not even using the full length of the thing, concentrating instead on technique. In, then out. In, then out. “You know, you can speed up a little.” $Jen suggests, a look almost of tiredness in her eyes. “Am I going too slow? Sorry, I guess I’ll go faster.” You apologize, gulping. This is a lot harder when you’re on the giving end. You do as instructed, increasing the pace a few thrusts at a time until it’s roughly what you’d expect to see in a porno. “Good. That’s good.” She acerbically comments, yet trying to be encouraging. Despite your vain hopes before entering her, you’re feeling very little sexual stimulation. Seeing $Jen ‘s face curl slightly in pleasure…or something like that, gives you some satisfaction, but not close to as much as you’d get by just watching porn. She’s not even moaning, which imbues you with the dreadful prospect of inadequacy. Nor are her hands clutching at something for stability. They’re positioned placidly by her sides, only one level above twiddling her thumbs in boredom. [[13-2 Sex 3<-Continue]]

The sex continues for a few more minutes, though it’s hard to gauge just how long. “Your technique is a bit…” she begins, unsure how to finish. “Bad?” “I wouldn’t say //bad//. It’s like you’re trying to go over me, not into me.” “So I’m not going down enough?” “No it’s not that, it’s just…” She sighs. “Pull out a moment; let’s swap positions.” $Jen pats the middle of the bed, encouraging you to lay down. She mounts you, gently impaling herself on the silicone phallus. Her face immediately lights up in approval. It’s clear that she’s struggling to get words out properly, and her eyes, which were previously locked on yours like they were completely unable to move, are now frantically searching the room, struggling to be kept open. She’s blinking rapidly, and her face contorts in the familiar grimace of pain and pleasure. Though her experience has improved with the change of position, yours sadly hasn’t. The sight of $Jen riding you does give you a feeling of power, but you’re otherwise motionless. Before, you at least had some physical stimulation. “Oh, yeah!” She squeals, demonstrating great experience at riding dick. “Talk dirty to me.” “Okay!” //Think, $name , think!// “Your pussy, it’s so…good!” “More.” “Your vagina could win awards.” “Yeah…okay. Keep going!” “You’re riding it like it were a pony.” “It’s so moist; do you have a wet floor sign?” “You’re pussy is so poggers.” $Jen stands up in an instant. “Okay, well, I think I’m done for the day.” She immediately starts getting dressed. “But you didn’t cum.” You exclaim, like it were news to her. “No, but I don’t always need to.” “Since when?” “...now.” She sighs, realizing there’s no easy way out of this. “Look, $name - it’s your first time. You’re going to be a little sloppy.” “I know that, but I thought I could have at least made you orgasm.” “You tried, right? Isn’t that what matters?” “I thought we were having sex for your sake.” “It was a good attempt.” She pauses for a moment, clearly not wanting hurt your feelings. “Give me a few days to figure this out, then we’ll try again, okay?” She gives you a brief kiss, absent of the passion you’re used to. <<if $FCuck is 1>>//I can see why she’d still want to have sex with Kyle// <</if>>\ [[Room 5/6<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<if $M gte 60>><<set $H to $H + 1, $M to $M - 60>><</if>>\ Today, <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> seems to have some use for you which doubles as a punishment. She drags you in front of her desk chair, tugging on your shoulders to pull you down to your knees. As is, you’re afforded a clear view up her skirt, though it’s too dark to make out any details such as color, design or material. Your fantasy doesn’t require much contemplation, however, as she hikes up her skirt to reveal the truth of her undergarments - red satin panties which barely hide her pussy. You’re beginning to question how this is supposed to be a punishment at all when she pulls them down, exposing her cunt. Now, it’s making sense, only a pervert like yourself could conclude. She forces your mouth to meet her vagina, and she keeps you trapped there through a combination of stubborn, thick thighs around your skull, and two hands on the back of your head. Because of the position, you’re mouth is forced open, making you unable to black any fluids which may, or will, enter your awaiting throat. Piss begins to trickle out in a small sputter, straight into your mouth, coating your tongue. Then, the stream begins properly, with full force, and a \ <<if $DetentionPiss.Word1 is 0>>[[12-3 Detention<-gushing tide of golden liquid floods][$DetentionPiss.Word1 to 1, $M to $M + 10]]<<else>>gushing tide of golden liquid<</if>> \ into your body via the mouth. No matter how much you struggle, <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> keeps you in place. “No drops better be spilled on my chair, sissy.” Met with a choice of either chocking on the liquid, or swallowing, you opt for the latter, and open your throat to \ <<if $DetentionPiss.Word2 is 0>>[[12-3 Detention<-allow the pee inside][$DetentionPiss.Word2 to 1, $M to $M + 10]]<<else>>allow the pee inside<</if>> \ of you properly. You have to \ <<if $DetentionPiss.Word3 is 0>>[[12-3 Detention<-constantly swallow][$DetentionPiss.Word3 to 1, $M to $M + 10]]<<else>>constantly swallow<</if>> \ the urine in order to prevent in from sputtering out of you, and you’re left with no clue as to how much of the \ <<if $DetentionPiss.Word4 is 0>>[[12-3 Detention<-depraved liquid ends up in your stomach][$DetentionPiss.Word4 to 1, $M to $M + 10]]<<else>>depraved liquid ends up in your stomach<</if>>. \ Suffice to say, <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> had been holding it in for such an occasion. “You should be thanking me for this privilege.” You barely recognize the words, concentrating only on \ <<if $DetentionPiss.Word5 is 0>>[[12-3 Detention<-taking in the piss][$DetentionPiss.Word5 to 1, $M to $M + 10]]<<else>>taking in the piss<</if>>. In the end, the only droplets that escape your mouth \ <<if $DetentionPiss.Word6 is 0>>[[12-3 Detention<-linger on your lips][$DetentionPiss.Word6 to 1, $M to $M + 10]]<<else>>linger on your lips<</if>>, \ and you lick them up in one final display of submission. <<if $M is 60 and $DetentionPiss.Word1 is 1 or $H is 17 and $DetentionPiss.Word1 is 1>><<set $S to $S + 1>>The punishment, while disgusting, takes thankfully little time of your day. Between arriving, drinking, rinsing your mouth out, and leaving, you’ve barely lost an hour of the day. Of course, the pee in your body will be there much longer. The work takes several hours, and it’s more than straining on your body and brain, but you’re glad when it’s done, and your teacher dismisses you.<</if>>

<<set $Priority to 0>>\ You’ve barely closed the door behind you after arriving home when $Jen comes running down the stairs. <<if $Home is 5>>“It’s about time you’re here. Come on, we’ve got some prostitutes to talk to.” “Right, we need to find your sister.” You recall. “And how are we going to do that? There must be hundreds of sex workers in the city.” “And we’ll talk to as many as are necessary.” She clasps your hand and whisks you out the door. In her excitement, she almost forgets to close it behind her.\ <<elseif $Home is 6 and $H is 16>>“It’s about time you’re here.” “It’s 4pm - I came straight from Farrix.” “Right, after stopping by the sex shop for some new dildos, I’m sure.” $Jen cackles, shoving you straight back out the door.\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>“It’s about time you’re here.” “Don’t act like it’s 2am and you’re my mother.” You sigh. “I’d ask if you were at a a party, but we both know you don’t have enough friends for that.” She laughs. “Come on.” She shoves you straight back out the door.<</if>> <<if $Home is 6>>“Why, what are we doing?” “We’re off to find some sex workers where my sister is.” “You’ve found some prostitutes who are friends with her?” You ask, unsure what $Jen ‘s plan is. “I didn’t know you could use Flashchat to network like that.” “Well, I don’t //know// that some of them know where she is, but I assume.” “So we’re just going to keep talking to them until we find someone who can point us in the right direction?” “Exactly.” “Gee, what a great plan. There must be hundreds of sex workers in the city’ let’s mark all their names down so we can keep track of the ones we’ve talked to.” You snide. “Maybe after meeting 250, we’ll get the super rare, golden prostitute.” “Laugh all you want, $name , but we’re not stopping until we’ve found something.” <</if>>\ [[13-3 Prostitute 2<-Continue]]

<<set $H to $H + 1>>\ “It’s still daylight” you complain. $Jen is leading the way to a district in the city you have very little experience with. In fact, $Hannah told you to actively avoid it when you first moved here. But seeing the hectic traffic illuminated by a sun that’s got a couple hours of life still left in it, you’re noting the holes in $Jen ‘s plan - which is much closer to a “hope for the best” rather than a foolproof strategy. “And as you said, there’s hundreds of sex workers. Plenty of them get out early when there’s less competition.” “By the same thinking, won’t there be some out at 9am? 3pm? How long do you plan on doing this for?” “As long as it takes.” “That sounds like a while.” You scoff. <<if $Home is 5>>Of course, you’re more than willing to help, eager to assist your partner in finding her long lost sister. But an understandable desire has quickly grown to an obsession. If you don’t find success, just how far is she willing to take this? And how will she react if she discovers the worst? $Jen felt certain her sister was leaving the city - why does she think she already hasn’t?\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>Even though your relationship with $Jen more closely resembles hapless servant doing the biding of a cruel master, rather than the friendly, mystery gang, you hold off complaining the entire time you’re together. Admittedly, you have a curiosity about what $Jen ‘s sister is like. You imagine her to be an evil twin, though given what $Jen is like, the sister is probably the good one.<</if>> Eventually, you arrive at a remote area where the “pedestrians”, who are all in booty shorts or mini skirts, outnumber the cars 3 to 1. <<if $Home is 6>>In stark contrast to the lovely restaurant $Jen dragged you to a few days ago, the joints around here likely advertise how few people have died after eating there, as opposed to the default answer of 0. <</if>> <<if $Home is 6>>“So which Tiffany, Candy, Diamond, Destiny, Raven or Angel do you want to talk to first?” “Whichever is closest.” $Jen shrugs her shoulders.\ <<elseif $Home is 5>>“Where do we start?” “It doesn’t matter much, $name . I get a feeling we’ll be asking all of them.”<</if>> Together, you approach a lady of the ==night== late afternoon, though she really has come prepared for a long shift. Her neon fishnet crop top only shows the faintest hue of brightness at this time of day, but once the sun goes down, it’ll work just as well as a high-vis jacket. “Hi there,” $Jen greets the woman, who eyes the two of you with a suspicious glare. “What do you want?” She curtly replies. //Hopefully she talks to her customers better than that.// “We’re looking for someone - my sister. She’s about my height, looks a bit like me, just with nicer hair.” “You’re height, with nicer hair?” The lady laughs. “Sounds like everyone else on this block.” //Ouch// $Jen glosses over the comment, though you do notice her playing with her hair slightly during the rest of the interaction. “Here, I’ll show you a picture.” $Jen takes out her phone, but the woman’s eyes are locked on the passing cars instead. You get the impression that not even for a 20$ bill would the hooker in question glace at the photo. “Shoo off, would you? You’re scaring away my customers.” “Please, Miss. Are you sure you haven’t seen her?” Shaking her head in a display of irritation, the woman trots off in her knee high boots. “That went well.” [[13-3 Prostitute 3<-Continue]]

<<set $H to $H + 1>>\ [img[Images/Street.jpg]] Not deterred, $Jen begins approaching another sex worker, observing her hair in the camera of a parked car as she does. <<if $Home is 5>>“Try not to let it get to you - your hair is lovely.”\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>“Don’t worry, $Jen . That’s what all Jades are like. We’ve just got to find us a Cherry, Bambi, Lola, Foxy, Misty or Summer.”<</if>> The second prostitute you approach - this one a little classier thanks to her leopard print crop top - walks in the opposite direction once she recognizes you’re approaching. The third, equipped with a similar fondness for feline print fashion, acts as though you’re not there. You only know she does actually see you and $Jen because she deliberately blows cigarette smoke in your direction. Over the course of the next few hours, of the several hundred scantily clad women you approach, only a dozen or so give you the time of day. None of them have heard of Janet, nor can they identify the picture $Jen shows them. The bleak situation turns dire at noticing that the later it gets, the opposite of your earlier hypothesis comes true. There are less sex workers on the street the darker it gets. $Jen nearly breaks down at peeking down an adjacent street, and seeing many of the women had migrated there - to get away from you two. “Damnit! Damnit, damnit, damnit!” She screams, sliding down against a graffitied wall to sit on the ground. <<if $Home is 5>>You crouch down next to her, placing an arm around her shoulders. “You said yourself this will take time. You have to stay strong - for her.” $Jen nods her head, but still speaks through weeping murmurs. “You’re right. I just thought we would have found //something// by now.”\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>A part of you actually feels pity. For all the horrid things she’s said, done, implied, and even exposing you as a sissy - seeing $Jen cry like this actually bothers you, at least to a point of not making. “Try not to let it get you down.” You shrug your shoulders, mustering up the best advice you can offer. “We’ll find your sister, even if she’s in the middle of giving a blowjob.” She wipes away the streams flowing from her eyes. “You’re right. Though I’d rather not walk in on that.” She lightly laughs.<</if>> “Come on,” you assist her in returning to her feet “let’s go ask around the next street over.” “Yeah - let’s go find my sister.” A sex worker standing a little ahead in the direction you’re heading is wearing an obviously puzzled. It was obvious she was eavesdropping, though you hardly wanted to draw attention to it. $Jen notices her perplexed expression, and a light returns to her eyes. “My sister. Have you seen her?” Your investigative partner takes out her phone once more, showing off the portrait of Janet. [[13-3 Prostitute 4<-Continue]]

“Doesn’t look familiar.” The lady shrugs, laughing in a sudden exhale. “Is this funny to you?” “You’ve got to admit, this is a unique angle.” “Angle? What are you talking about?” The sex worker rolls her eyes, diverting them from the road to give full attention to you two. “Come on now, you’re not being subtle; you don’t have to pretend even when you’re called out on it.” “Called out on what?” $Jen yells, on the verge of screaming. “Being a cop.” You and $Jen share a glance at each, eyeing yourselves up and down. “A cop?” She mumbles to herself. “Why do you think all the ladies around here are running away like you’re a John in a white van?” “But we’re not!” “Sure. Whatever you say, honey. All cops admit to being undercover. Why wouldn’t they?” She snides. “You can drop the act whenever you feel like it; I won’t tell anyone.” “But we’re not!” The woman’s attention returns to the road. “Never seen a cop dressed like a schoolgirl, so I’ll give you credit for that.” “We’re not dressed like anything - we both go to Farrix Academy for Girls.” “And I’m just supposed to believe that you’re asking all the ladies around here about your sister?” “Yes!” She asserts, her voice growing more frustrated with every passing syllable. “I would’ve thought you’d know better than to use such a weepy excuse like that. Look,” she turns back around, “even if I did believe you, the ladies around here, we don’t respond well to people coming up to us and asking a bunch of questions. Cop, reporter, whatever. It doesn’t work out well for us.” As though she hailed a taxi, a car pulls over so that the driver may talk to her, and it’s clear she has no further desire to interact with her. $Jen takes the lead in heading away - back home. “We’re giving up?” “Not giving up, $name , regrouping.” $Jen speaks with renewed passion, shrugging off her previous doubts. “That woman was right. If we’re seen as outsiders, we’ll get nowhere. This is going to require us to trick them; they need to think we’re sex workers too.” “Great. Let me guess, we’re going to have to dress up to do that.” $Jen nods. <<if $Home is 5>>A part of you wishes you could try for a little longer today. People as experienced in sex as these prostitutes should have some decent advice on how to please $Jen in bed. Perhaps lingering frustrations over yesterday is the reason her will broke today, if briefly. At the very least, the two of you distracted yourself from the awkwardness of sex with any orgasms.\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>“Are you sure you don’t want to keep trying? I think we were making some real progress. If we could just find a Britney, Venus, Savannah, Velvet or Kitty, I think we’d be in luck.” For a brief moment, you get the impression $Jen is going to yell at for your continued, obviously undesired joke. Instead, she begins laughing. “You might be onto something.”<</if>> [[Room 5/6<-Continue]]

<<set $H to 7, $M to 30>>\ $Jen , as you've become used to, is standing over you while you awake. She’s got a grin on her face that you could only think of as evil, and lingering thoughts of dreams soon fade in place of terror. “You had another dry night, I see.” She remarks, making it clear what her attention is for. “I did. It’s almost like these diapers are unnecessary.” “Hmm, I’m not so sure. In fact, I think they’re quite helpful.” “For what? Your attempts to humiliate me?” “Primarily, yes.” She cackles. “But I’ve been thinking on them more, and I’ve come to a conclusion. If your a danger to the couch, then you’re also a danger to your self. I wouldn’t want you to wet yourself at Farrix - everyone would laugh at you!” “And you don’t want that?” For obvious reasons, you’re sceptical. “Of course not.” $Jen teases. “I only want the best for you. With that in mind, I think you should start wearing the diapers more often. All the time, in fact.” You stare at her in frustration. 2 weeks ago, you wouldn’t have believed that she were capable of demanding this, but her recent actions have proven that you shouldn’t be surprised by her desire to humiliate you. “So…even to Farrix?” $Jen nods her head. “And if I say no, you’ll threaten to kick me out?” $Jen nods again. “Then it doesn’t look like I have a choice.” “Now you’re getting it!” $Jen yells in an over the top roar of glee. She’s relishing your torment, and your wilful submission only seems to make it sweeter for her. <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>//I’m sure $Gray2 will understand, even if she is a little confused at first//\ <<else>>//I wonder how Miss $Gray will react //Who am I kidding - probably will sick laughter of her own//<</if>> [[Room 5/6<-Continue][$M to 45]]

<<set $H to 7, $M to 30>>\ “Good morning, sweetie.” $Jen brushes your hair to the side as you return the conscious world. “How’d you sleep?” “Great.” You clear your throat a little. “I really don’t think these diapers are necessary anymore.” //If they ever were.// “Oh, really?” She murmurs, disappointed. “Because I was kind of liking the look of them on you.” Her hand drifts towards your crotch. You initially dismiss her rubbing as the lingering effects of not getting off a few days ago, as well as all the sex workers she interacted with yesterday. However, the energy with which she rubs your diapered member makes it clear there’s something about the diaper itself that she likes. “I guess they aren’t //that// bad.” “I hoped you might say that.” Her teasing hands rub faster and harder. Even if you could never orgasm like this, it gets your mind racing, and you can feel sensible thoughts drift out of your brain. “Because I was thinking that it would be //so// sexy if you wore them all the time.” “...all the time?” $Jen nods her head. “For me, baby?” Your mind feels like malleable putty in her hands. As turned on as you are, denying her request might as well require a climb up a mountain, because you couldn’t possibly say no. “...sure.” You moan. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” Her rubbing continues, and with the talking out of the way, you begin making out. Lips locked and tongues mingling, you briefly think $Jen is going to pull out her strapon again to try the closest thing you could get to “vanilla” sex. Sadly, you don’t have reason to think she’d actually be able to cum this time, nor do you have a lot of time before you need to head for Farrix. Only once you’ve laid in bed for as long as possible, hugging, spooning, kissing and practically everything BUT have sex, you get up, dreading how you’ll explain this to your teacher. <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>//I’m sure $Gray2 will understand, even if she is a little confused at first//\ <<else>>//Who am I kidding - she’ll probably congratulate for accepting my status as a pathetic sissy deserving of such humiliation//<</if>> [[Room 5/6<-Continue][$M to 45]]

<<set $GrayR to $GrayR + 1>>\ Entering the classroom of your teacher - who from the moment you’ve met her, has been intent on turning you into the epitome of a sissy - you’re bizarrely terrified. The lingerie and the uniform you’re forced to wear have became almost mundane. The diaper around your crotch which she’s certain to notice is much less so, even for her standards. Your morning ritual of undressing in front of her only begins as usual. Once it’s revealed, your diaper catches your teacher’s attention and refuses to let go. “My my,” she wonders, prodding the soft padding which contains your chastised cock. “I thought my training might have had some…unexpected consequences, but I can’t say I was prepared for this.” <<if $ExposeAsh is 1>>She looks at $Ash , who’s also in the classroom. For a brief moment, she considers asking her if it was her doing, but thinks better of it. Assumedly, you would have entered the classroom together if that were the case. <</if>>\ “It’s not a problem, is it?” “A problem?” <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> laughs. “Not at all. There are multiple ways that a sissy can focus their efforts: a sexual servant, a maid…a baby. No, I would in fact encourage you to explore this side of yourself.” She grins, causing relief to wash over you. “That said, it is still important that you wear panties. Sissy baby or not, you must understand the importance of wearing matching underwear.” <<if $GrayBestie is 1>>$Gray2<<else>>Miss $Gray<</if>> decides to forgo the rest of the inspection, returning to her desk. The sight of a smile on her face is testament to her pleasant surprise, and means $Jen has actually bought you some favor with her. <<if visited("13-1 Jen and Gray") and $GrayBestie is 1>>It’s her meeting earlier this week that you’re certain your teacher is now considering. Even if she concludes that you wearing the diaper is $Jen ‘s doing, $Gray2 would still be happy in the continual belittlement of your status as a “man”. \ <<elseif visited("13-1 Jen and Gray") and $GrayBestie is 0>>It’s her meeting earlier this week that you’re certain your teacher is now considering. Even if she concludes that you wearing the diaper is $Jen ‘s doing, Miss $Gray would still be happy in the continual belittlement of your status as a “man”. <</if>>\ [[13-4b<-Continue]]

<<if $DetentionRandom is 1>><<include [[Detention Tidy]]>>\ <<elseif $DetentionRandom is 2>><<include [[Detention Tests]]>>\ <<elseif $DetentionRandom is 3>><<include [[Detention Spank]]>>\ <<elseif $DetentionRandom is 4>><<include [[Detention Itch]]>>\ <<elseif $DetentionRandom is 5>><<include [[Detention Lick]]>>\ <<elseif $DetentionRandom is 6>><<include [[Detention Massage]]>>\ <<elseif $DetentionRandom is 7>><<include [[Detention Piss]]>><</if>> <<if $H is 16>>\ <<elseif $Home gte 5 and $Home lte 6 and $Day3 is 1 and visited("12-1 Jen Sister") is 0>>[[12-1 Jen Sister<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $M to $M + 15]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 5 and $House is 8>>[[Photo Student A<-Continue][$H to 17]]\ \ <<else>>[[12-3f<-Continue][$H to $H + 1, $L to $L + 1]]<</if>>

You head to your next lesson. <<if $JenLevel gt 4 and $Day3 is 1>>Not only do the whispers commence from the moment you enter the classroom, so too does the awkward glance from your teacher. Mr Hawt, in character with how nice he’s been since your start at Farrix, gives you an encouraging gaze, but no doubt he’s more than aware of all the rumors perpetuated by the students in same class as you right now.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 4 and $Day3 is 2>>Mr Vils reaction to your entry is as neutral as it always has been, and likely always will be. If $Jen did try to bring up your sissyness to him, he’d probably get annoyed at her for discussing something not related to mathematics. For once in your life, you’re glad to have such a hardass of a teacher.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 4 and $Day3 is 3>>Nevermind the rest of the students, your teacher can barely stifle her giggles enough to welcome you to the classroom. Miss Bulthrough clearly keeps her ear close to the ground, and she’s getting in on the jokes almost more than the students are. “Oops, I think I lost my lipstick. Does anyone know where it went?” The encouraged class looks at you, before your teacher realizes she “misplaced it.”\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 4 and $Day3 is 4>>Rather than demand your classmates’ torment of you stops, Miss Green thinks it would be more effective to diagnose why they think it’s okay to mock someone so blatantly. She openly conjectures that maybe they secretly feel pity for you, or perhaps they genuinely feel so superior that they can mock you without consequence. She also posits that classmates may just be following the “tribe leader”, and following someone else’s footsteps who’s teasing you. And then she gets to diagnosing you. “One of the things I disagree with Freud on is penis envy. You see, I don’t feel it’s restricted to women. My theory is that people with small penises, perhaps like you, envy other men, and thus feel a sense of inferiority.” Suffice to say, you’d rather your teacher spend the hour slapping you with papers than inadvertently humiliating you like this, but you never did get an option.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 4 and $Day3 is 5>>"Miss $Gilda , did you know that $name is a sissy?” One classmate blurts out at the beginning of the hour, much to the laughter of the rest of the class, save you. “And?” “Well, it means he likes to we…” “That’s relevant how? I’m trying to teach you the meaning of life and you’re too busy thinking and distracting me and the rest of the class with these vapid comments. Did you know Plato considered the body and its senses a distraction for the soul? I would consider this great proof of that. Detention for you.” Your teacher’s harsh put down means that, at least for the next hour, you don’t have to listen to any mockery.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 3>>The whispers have already begun from the moment you enter the classroom. “You know Molly, I bet he has more panties than you!” one girl teases. “Shut up! You should be nicer to him anyway. I hear sissies are really sensitive. You wouldn’t want him to start crying, would you?” “You know, that would be really funny!”\ <<else>>Your teacher welcomes you with much more of a greeting than you get from the students.<</if>> <<if $Day3 is 1 and $L lt 6>>[img[Images/Science.jpg]] "Okay, can someone tell me what the opposite of a dominant allele is? Alice?" The girl thinks for a moment before proudly shouting "submissive!" The class starts laughing, and you can see Mr Hawt looking slightly confused. You soon stop paying attention to the lesson, and start paying attention to the girls and the rest of the lesson goes by rather uneventfully.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 1 and $L gt 5>>[img[Images/Science.jpg]] Once the science lesson begins, you inevitably and immediately tune out and admire the beauty of the girls around you. It’s fortunate that this isn’t a practical session, else you probably would have spilled several bottles and flasks of chemicals. Fortunately, Mr Hawt is far too kind to even bring up your likely obvious staring, and that’s assuming he even noticed.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 2 and $L lt 6>>[img[Images/Maths.jpg]] “Can anyone tell me what the opposite of a numerator is? Megan?” The silent class turns their attention to the girl, who is visibly struggling. “A dominator?” The class now erupts in laughter, the girl’s face turning red. You soon stop paying attention to the lesson, and start paying attention to the girls. The rest of the lesson goes by rather uneventfully.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 2 and $L gt 5>>[img[Images/Maths.jpg]] As soon as you sit down, you start staring at the cute girls around you. //How could they seriously expect me to do arithmetic in a school filled with such hot women?// Fortunately, Mr Vils is much more laid back than Miss $Gray , so the lesson goes by without issue.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 3 and $L lt 6>>[img[Images/English.jpg]] “The act of her standing in the doorway is less physical and more symbolic, as it’s representative of…” You soon stop paying attention to the lesson, and start paying attention to the girls, as well as admiring Miss Bullthrough’s body. The rest of the lesson goes by rather uneventfully.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 3 and $L gt 5>><<set $S to $S + 1>>[img[Images/English.jpg]] Once the door closes and you’re sat down, you immediately start staring at the girls around you. As you’re admiring a particularly attractive girl at the front of the class, Miss Bullthrough asks you a question, and her gaze tells you she knows exactly what you were doing. You do your best to answer, but the only thing you’ve learnt from this lesson is that boobs are better than books. When the attention goes away from you, you try to be a bit subtler. Instead, you look at your teacher’s generous rear whenever she’s writing on the board, which is hardly a downgrade. The rest of the lesson goes by rather uneventfully.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 4 and $L lt 6>>[img[Images/Psychology.jpg]] ”As I’m sure you’re all aware, Freud’s idea of the Oedipus complex has largely been debunked, though I’m sure he’d have a field day with all the step-mom porn on the internet.” The only response to Miss Green’s joke is seemingly crickets. You soon zone out, and decide to take the other students as case studies on what turns you on the most.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 4 and $L gt 5>>[img[Images/Psychology.jpg]] When you’re presented with the option between outdated psychological theories and hot uniformed women, you know it’s hardly an option at all. And while some blue balled psychologist might want to analyze your choices like those, you’d rather just admire boobs and butts when you can.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 5 and $L lt 6>>[img[Images/Philosophy.jpg]] ”Okay class, get ready, because today we’re tackling the ontological argument. First, I’d like you to think of something which exists in the mind, but not reality, for instance, like Winnie the Pooh.” //Hmm…Catwoman?…Mmm….Catwoman…// “Now, think of something which exists in the mind and in reality, like someone famous.” //Hmm…Riley Reid?...Mmm…Riley Reid…// “Now think of something which exists in reality, but not in your mind.” //Wait…how can I possibly think of something which does not exist in the mind?// You zone out soon after, thinking of Catwoman and Riley Reid.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 5 and $L gt 5>>[img[Images/Philosophy.jpg]] Almost as soon your butt lands in its seat, your mind has gone wandering, missing potentially life changing ideas in favor of a fantasy of an ethereal handjob. With how complex philosophy is, if you ever wanted to pay attention, you’d have to be much less horny.<</if>>

<<if $Home is 1>>The other students file in around you, most notably, your trainer and one of your keyholders, $Ash .\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>$Ash and you sit and wait while the other students file in around you. You can’t imagine how hellish it would be if there weren’t anyone but you two to face Miss $Gray ‘s wrath.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>Your eyes are locked on the door like you’re an eager bird watcher, seeking the beautiful creature that would light up your day by their presence. For you, that delightful moment arrives when Mistress $Ash walks into the classroom, sitting next to you, instantly filling you with joy.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>$Ash and you sit and wait while the other students file in around you. Whilst you're waiting, $Gray2 smiles at you, encouraging you for the day ahead. You do the best you can for the woman who has the responsibility of feminizing you.<</if>> [img[Images/Desk Ash.jpg]] The lesson soon begins. <<if $Home is 1>>Seeing Miss $Gray not at home is now rarer than it is seeing her at school, which still feels bizarre to consider. Maybe because of that, she doesn’t seem to pay much attention to you. Perhaps she’s as bored with you as you’re frustrated at spending time with her.\ <<elseif $Home isnot 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>With Miss $Gray now back in charge of your chastity cage, she seems to take it much more importantly that she challenges you as much as she can throughout the lesson. She’s asking you twice as many questions as she is the person who she asks the second most (which just so happens to be $Ash ). Just as $Ash said you two must, though, she poses as the model student, answering quickly when called upon and completing work dutifully.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>><<set $S to $S - 2>>Seeing Miss $Gray not at home is now rarer than it is seeing her at school, which still feels bizarre to consider. Maybe because of that, she doesn’t seem to pay much attention to you. Perhaps she’s as bored with you as you’re frustrated at spending time with her. Thoughts of Miss $Gray are annoying, though, since you’d much rather be thinking about the goddess right next to you. Being around Mistress $Ash , even when you’re forbidden from talking to her, is like nirvana for a submissive slave like yourself. Even more irritating than the thought of Miss $Gray knaving you from dreams of your queen, is when she takes a more deliberate approach of separating you from Mistress, which she enforces by demanding you stop looking towards her.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>With Miss $Gray now back in charge of your chastity cage, she seems to take it much more importantly that she challenges you as much as she can throughout the lesson. She’s asking you twice as many questions as she is the person who she asks the second most (which just so happens to be $Ash .) Just as $Ash said you two must, though, she poses as the model student, answering quickly when called upon and completing work dutifully.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>Likely thanks to your transformed relationship with her, $Gray2 barely bothers you through the class. It seems she knows feminizing you is taxing enough without giving you the further stress of a torrent of questions. Besides, she did admit to giving you far better grades than you deserve. All this isn’t to say she extends the same favor to $Ash , who she practically bullies with questions for an hour. To her credit, she does as she said you must. $Ash fulfills the role of a perfect student well. She answers every question with an almost obsessive level of detail. Having close relationships with both women is a complex situation to be in, especially when they both seem intent on screwing the other one over. A day may come when you have to truly decide between them, unless a third option presents itself.\ <<elseif $GrayBestie is 1>>Likely thanks to your transformed relationship with her, $Gray2 barely bothers you through the class. It seems she knows feminizing you is taxing enough without giving you the further stress of a torrent of questions. Besides, she did admit to giving you far better grades than you deserve. All this isn’t to say she extends the same favor to $Ash , who she practically bullies with questions for an hour. Without the threat of $Ash ‘s ire, you’re free to enjoy it from the next desk over.<</if>> <<if $CK[2] is 3>> Flats are the expected choice in footwear for a student like you, so there's no inhibitions to be had about playing with them. [img[Images/Flats PlayG.gif]]\ <<elseif $CK[2] is 5>> It's inevitable during the lesson that you'll unsheath your feet from the heels propping them up. After letting them dangle on your toes for a while, you have to reach down to fix them. [img[Images/Heels PlayG.gif]]<</if>> <<if $HeelSurg is 1 and $CK[2] is 3>><<set $S to $S + 1>>The lack of high heels propping up your feet is already causing great distress in your legs. <</if>><<if $ButtPlugA is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>>The butt plug occupying your rear leaves your mind racing with dirty thoughts. <</if>><<if $Boobs gt 5 and $Bra is 0>><<set $S to $S + 1>>Your prominent boobs do bother you. You're both worried about your nipples blushing over being stared at, and your budding breasts having no support. At this size, they really require it. <</if>> <<if $L gt 8 and $BlackmailVibrator is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>>It’s inevitable with how horny you are, that your mind, and your eyes, will wander. When they do rest on the bodies of your peers, a not quite pleasant vibration shoots through your chastity cage. It serves to stop you looking at the other students, but not for long. After several jolts over the period, you’re left even hornier.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home isnot 2 and $GrayBestie is 0>>During the lesson, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes wander to the other students in the class. Miss $Gray seems to have noticed, as a subtle scowls goes your way.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 2 and $AshMistress is 1>>With how horny you are, you could very easily let your eyes wander to the other students, but when Mistress $Ash is around, you only have eyes for her.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 2 and $JenMistress is 1>>With Mistress $Jen nowhere in sight, there’s no shame in perving on the other girls in the class.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $GrayBestie is 1>>During the lesson, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes wander to the other students in the class. If $Gray2 notices, she doesn’t seem to care.\ <<elseif $L lt 9 and $Home isnot 2>>You manage to pay attention during the lesson, taking notes and listening diligently.\ <<elseif $L lt 9 and $Home is 2>>With Mistress $Ash next to you, it’s hard to do anything productive during the lesson.<</if>>

<<if $SCFinal is 5>>The other students file in once your inspection is complete. One by one, they allow your teacher to examine the security of their chastity belt, and hand her the key. She, in turn, scratches the student’s name off a sheet titled “chastity check.” Your name was printed out already with a line through it.\ <<elseif $Home is 1>>The other students file in around you, most notably, your trainer and one of your keyholders, $Ash .\ <<elseif $Home is 3 or $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>$Ash and you sit and wait while the other students file in around you. You can’t imagine how hellish it would be if there weren’t anyone but you two to face Miss $Gray ‘s wrath.\ <<elseif $Home is 2>>Your eyes are locked on the door like you’re an eager bird watcher, seeking the beautiful creature that would light up your day by their presence. For you, that delightful moment arrives when Mistress $Ash walks into the classroom, sitting next to you, instantly filling you with joy.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>$Ash and you sit and wait while the other students file in around you. Whilst you're waiting, $Gray2 smiles at you, encouraging you for the day ahead. You do the best you can for the woman who has the responsibility of feminizing you.<</if>> [img[Images/Desk Ash.jpg]] <<if $SCFinal is 2>>The lesson soon begins. Seeing the effects of your time in the student council around you is satisfying, though it’s hard to say that the students who are wearing pants are sexier than those wearing skirts. Fortunately, those still opting to wear a skirt outnumber the rest at about a 2:1 ratio. That said, on the rare occasion that a woman leans over in front of you, the sight of a tight ass in even tighter pants, which can’t even hide panty lines, gets your blood pumping too fast to say you’re not enjoying it.\ <<elseif $SCFinal is 3>>The lesson soon begins. The school uniform you’re forced to wear, along with every other student here, threatens to expose people’s panties if they even budge slightly. The skirts are so short that no matter how you cross your legs, someone in front of you, like you teacher is going to get a peek of panties. Similarly, breasts struggle to be contained against the tight, almost transparent, material of the blouse. Additionally, everyone’s shoulders and most of their back are contained. It’s a teasing sight that tempts you every second. //Not even a buddhist monk could resist peeking every once in a while//\ <<else>>The lesson soon begins.<</if>> <<if $Home is 1>>Seeing Miss $Gray not at home is now rarer than it is seeing her at school, which still feels bizarre to consider. Maybe because of that, she doesn’t seem to pay much attention to you. Perhaps she’s as bored with you as you’re frustrated at spending time with her.\ <<elseif $Home is 3>>With Miss $Gray now back in charge of your chastity cage, she seems to take it much more importantly that she challenges you as much as she can throughout the lesson. She’s asking you twice as many questions as she is the person who she asks the second most (which just so happens to be $Ash ). Just as $Ash said you two must, though, she poses as the model student, answering quickly when called upon and completing work dutifully.\ <<elseif $AshMistress is 1>><<set $S to $S - 2>>Seeing Miss $Gray not at home is now rarer than it is seeing her at school, which still feels bizarre to consider. Maybe because of that, she doesn’t seem to pay much attention to you. Perhaps she’s as bored with you as you’re frustrated at spending time with her. Thoughts of Miss $Gray are annoying, though, since you’d much rather be thinking about the goddess right next to you. Being around Mistress $Ash , even when you’re forbidden from talking to her, is like nirvana for a submissive slave like yourself. Even more irritating than the thought of Miss $Gray knaving you from thought of your queen, is when she takes a more deliberate approach of separating you from Mistress, which she enforces by demanding you stop looking towards her.\ <<elseif $JenMistress is 1>>Seeing Miss $Gray not at home is now rarer than it is seeing her at school, which still feels bizarre to consider. Maybe because of that, she doesn’t seem to pay much attention to you. Perhaps she’s as bored with you as you’re frustrated at spending time with her. But nevermind your teacher, or even your classes, for that matter. The only thing you’re interested in today is spending some time with the angel who walks the earth herself: $Jen . Hopefully she has some use for you, otherwise it would be a day wasted.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>With Miss $Gray now back in charge of your chastity cage, she seems to take it much more importantly that she challenges you as much as she can throughout the lesson. She’s asking you twice as many questions as she is the person who she asks the second most (which just so happens to be $Ash .) Just as $Ash said you two must, though, she poses as the model student, answering quickly when called upon and completing work dutifully.\ <<elseif $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>Likely thanks to your transformed relationship with her, $Gray2 barely bothers you through the class. It seems she knows feminizing you is taxing enough without giving you the further stress of a torrent of questions. Besides, she did admit to giving you far better grades than you deserve. All this isn’t to say she extends the same favor to $Ash , who she practically bullies with questions for an hour. To her credit, she does as she said you must. $Ash fulfills the role of a perfect student well. She answers every question with an almost obsessive level of detail. Having close relationships with both women is a complex situation to be in, especially when they both seem intent on screwing the other one over. A day may come when you have to truly decide between them, unless a third option presents itself. <</if>> <<if $CK[2] is 3>> Flats are the expected choice in footwear for a student like you, so there's no inhibitions to be had about playing with them. [img[Images/Flats PlayG.gif]]\ <<elseif $CK[2] is 5>> It's inevitable during the lesson that you'll unsheath your feet from the heels propping them up. After letting them dangle on your toes for a while, you have to reach down to fix them. [img[Images/Heels PlayG.gif]]<</if>> <<if $HeelSurg is 1 and $CK[2] is 3>><<set $S to $S + 1>>The lack of high heels propping up your feet is already causing great distress in your legs. <</if>><<if $ButtPlugA is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>>The butt plug occupying your rear leaves your mind racing with dirty thoughts. <</if>><<if $Boobs gt 5 and $Bra is 0>><<set $S to $S + 1>>Your prominent boobs do bother you. You're both worried about your nipples blushing over being stared at, and your budding breasts having no support. At this size, they really require it. <</if>> <<if $L gt 8 and $BlackmailVibrator is 1>><<set $L to $L + 1>>It’s inevitable with how horny you are, that your mind, and your eyes, will wander. When they do rest on the bodies of your peers, a not quite pleasant vibration shoots through your chastity cage. It serves to stop you looking at the other students, but not for long. After several jolts over the period, you’re left even hornier.<<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 1 or $L gt 8 and $Home is 3 or $L gt 8 and $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 0>>During the lesson, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes wander to the other students in the class. Miss $Gray seems to have noticed, as a subtle scowls goes your way.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $AshMistress is 1>>With how horny you are, you could very easily let your eyes wander to the other students, but when Mistress $Ash is around, you only have eyes for her.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $JenMistress is 1>>With Mistress $Jen nowhere in sight, there’s no shame in perving on the other girls in the class.\ <<elseif $L gt 8 and $Home is 4 and $GrayBestie is 1>>During the lesson, your horny mind can't help but fantasize, and your eyes wander to the other students in the class.If $Gray2 notices, she doesn’t seem to care.\ <<elseif $L lt 9 and $Home isnot 2 or $L lt 9 and $AshMistress is 0>>You manage to pay attention during the lesson, taking notes and listening diligently.\ <<elseif $L lt 9 and $AshMistress is 1>>With Mistress $Ash next to you, it’s hard to do anything productive during the lesson.<</if>>

<<set setup.CookingLesson to ['muffins', 'pancakes', 'cupcakes', 'brownies', 'flapjack', 'sponge cake', 'cheese cake', 'pumpkin pie', 'apple crumble', 'tarts', 'pastries']>>\ <<set setup.GamingLesson to ['projectile dynamics', 'kinetic momentum in melee attacks', 'repetitive strain injury', 'the dangers of sweaty palms', 'analogue stick stiffness', 'calculating the radius of an area of effect attack', 'grenade jumping', 'deloading', 'overcoming spawn killers', 'predicting enemy movement', 'exploiting melee opponents']>>\ <<if $L gt 10>><<set $L to 10>><</if>>\ <<if $S gt 10>><<set $S to 10>><</if>>\ <<set $H to 13>>\ \ You head to your next lesson. <<if $JenLevel gt 4 and $Day3 is 1>>Not only do the whispers commence from the moment you enter the classroom, so too does the awkward glance from your teacher. Mr Hawt, in character with how nice he’s been since your start at Farrix, gives you an encouraging gaze, but no doubt he’s more than aware of all the rumors perpetuated by the students in same class as you right now.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 4 and $Day3 is 2>>Mr Vils reaction to your entry is as neutral as it always has been, and likely always will be. If $Jen did try to bring up your sissyness to him, he’d probably get annoyed at her for discussing something not related to mathematics. For once in your life, you’re glad to have such a hardass of a teacher.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 4 and $Day3 is 3>>Nevermind the rest of the students, your teacher can barely stifle her giggles enough to welcome you to the classroom. Miss Bulthrough clearly keeps her ear close to the ground, and she’s getting in on the jokes almost more than the students are. “Oops, I think I lost my lipstick. Does anyone know where it went?” The encouraged class looks at you, before your teacher realizes she “misplaced it.”\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 4 and $Day3 is 4>>Rather than demand your classmates’ torment of you stops, Miss Green thinks it would be more effective to diagnose why they think it’s okay to mock someone so blatantly. She openly conjectures that maybe they secretly feel pity for you, or perhaps they genuinely feel so superior that they can mock you without consequence. She also posits that classmates may just be following the “tribe leader”, and following someone else’s footsteps who’s teasing you. And then she gets to diagnosing you. “One of the things I disagree with Freud on is penis envy. You see, I don’t feel it’s restricted to women. My theory is that people with small penises, perhaps like you, envy other men, and thus feel a sense of inferiority.” Suffice to say, you’d rather your teacher spend the hour slapping you with papers than inadvertently humiliating you like this, but you never did get an option.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 4 and $Day3 is 5>>"Miss $Gilda , did you know that $name is a sissy?” One classmate blurts out at the beginning of the hour, much to the laughter of the rest of the class, save you. “And?” “Well, it means he likes to we…” “That’s relevant how? I’m trying to teach you the meaning of life and you’re too busy thinking and distracting me and the rest of the class with these vapid comments. Did you know Plato considered the body and its senses a distraction for the soul? I would consider this great proof of that. Detention for you.” Your teacher’s harsh put down means that, at least for the next hour, you don’t have to listen to any mockery.\ <<elseif $JenLevel gt 3>>The whispers have already begun from the moment you enter the classroom. “You know Molly, I bet he has more panties than you!” one girl teases. “Shut up! You should be nicer to him anyway. I hear sissies are really sensitive. You wouldn’t want him to start crying, would you?” “You know, that would be really funny!”\ <<else>>Your teacher welcomes you with much more of a greeting than you get from the students.<</if>> <<if $Day3 is 1 and $L lt 6>>[img[Images/Science.jpg]] "Okay, can someone tell me what the opposite of a dominant allele is? Alice?" The girl thinks for a moment before proudly shouting "submissive!" The class starts laughing, and you can see Mr Hawt looking slightly confused. You soon stop paying attention to the lesson, and start paying attention to the girls and the rest of the lesson goes by rather uneventfully.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 1 and $L gt 5>>[img[Images/Science.jpg]] Once the science lesson begins, you inevitably and immediately tune out and admire the beauty of the girls around you. It’s fortunate that this isn’t a practical session, else you probably would have spilled several bottles and flasks of chemicals. Fortunately, Mr Hawt is far too kind to even bring up your likely obvious staring, and that’s assuming he even noticed.\ \ \ <<elseif $Day3 is 2 and $SCFinal is 4 and $L lt 6>><<set $S to $S - 2>>You can only hope a heaping of math textbooks have been thrown out in place of the recipe books which now populate several classrooms. Your cooking teacher, Mrs Baker, is as motherly as she is large. Evidently, she makes use of everything she cooks. While certainly an improvement to Mr Vils, she’s almost just as aloof. “Alright class, today we’re making <<print setup.CookingLesson.random()>>” It helps when you’re less distracted by lustful thoughts, but you do manage to concentrate on the task, and follow the recipe without issue. Sure, you have to double check every listed ingredient is what you added, and that your measurements are accurate, but the final product is a testament to the fact you refused to be distracted by the hotties around you. That’s probably not something to take pride after this long at Farrix, but oh well. [img[Images/Cooking lesson 1.jpg]] The baked good you’re left with has two benefits. Firstly, it’s incredibly satisfying to have successfully followed a recipe. You’re left feeling proud, even if it is a pretty basic activity. But secondly, tucking into the treat that you made has almost magical benefits. After consuming it with alarming speed, stress practically leaves your body like it was being magnetized elsewhere.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 2 and $SCFinal is 4 and $L gt 5>>Though you’d ordinarily be excited at the prospect of making something scrumptious, as Mrs Baker promises, you’re far too excited by the women all around you, and it’s worse in the kitchen environment. Instead of being made to sit as still as a statue, only allowed to look down and forward, you’re largely left to your own devices, meaning glances as girls don’t need to be nearly as subtle. And bizarrely, accidents that would magnetize your eyes seem to happen at every instance of you trying to concentrate. “Oops, I dropped a spoon! Guess I have to pick it up.” “Oh no, water sprayed all over my blouse, making it all see through!” “Mmm, this filling is so delicious - I can’t help but lick my finger clean.” Such distractions make it impossible to finish your task within the hour. In fact, whilst everyone else has a sweet treat to snack on, your ingredients are still raw. [img[Images/Cooking lesson 2.jpg]] “What have you been doing all lesson?”\ \ \ <<elseif $Day3 is 2 and $L lt 6>>[img[Images/Maths.jpg]] “Can anyone tell me what the opposite of a numerator is? Megan?” The silent class turns their attention to the girl, who is visibly struggling. “A dominator?” The class now erupts in laughter, the girl’s face turning red. You soon stop paying attention to the lesson, and start paying attention to the girls. The rest of the lesson goes by rather uneventfully.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 2 and $L gt 5>>[img[Images/Maths.jpg]] As soon as you sit down, you start staring at the cute girls around you. //How could they seriously expect me to do arithmetic in a school filled with such hot women?// Fortunately, Mr Vils is much more laid back than Miss $Gray , so the lesson goes by without issue.\ \ \ \ <<elseif $Day3 is 3 and $L lt 6>>[img[Images/English.jpg]] “The act of her standing in the doorway is less physical and more symbolic, as it’s representative of…” You soon stop paying attention to the lesson, and start paying attention to the girls, as well as admiring Miss Bullthrough’s body. The rest of the lesson goes by rather uneventfully.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 3 and $L gt 5>><<set $S to $S + 1>>[img[Images/English.jpg]] Once the door closes and you’re sat down, you immediately start staring at the girls around you. As you’re admiring a particularly attractive girl at the front of the class, Miss Bullthrough asks you a question, and her gaze tells you she knows exactly what you were doing. You do your best to answer, but the only thing you’ve learnt from this lesson is that boobs are better than books. When the attention goes away from you, you try to be a bit subtler. Instead, you look at your teacher’s generous rear whenever she’s writing on the board, which is hardly a downgrade. The rest of the lesson goes by rather uneventfully.\ \ \ <<elseif $Day3 is 4 and $SCFinal is 4 and $JenLevel gt 3 and $L lt 6>>An e sports class is far from the most intellectual way to spend your day, but it certainly is more interesting than what you’d be forced to do before. “Alright class, today we’re going to learn about <<print setup.GamingLesson.random()>>” As one might fear, institutionalizing something ordinarily entertaining has the tendency to suck out a lot of the fun, like a leech in a clown costume. Fortunately, you do manage to concentrate on learning the techniques your teacher mentions. Putting them right into practice against your other teammates is sweet and satisfying. “Damnit! Sissy, stop going after me! This is so unfair!” [img[Images/Gaming lesson.jpg]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 4 and $SCFinal is 4 and $L lt 6>>An e sports class is far from the most intellectual way to spend your day, but it certainly is more interesting than what you’d be forced to do before. “Alright class, today we’re going to learn about <<print setup.GamingLesson.random()>>” As one might fear, institutionalizing something ordinarily entertaining has the tendency to suck out a lot of the fun, like a leech in a clown costume. Fortunately, you do manage to concentrate on learning the techniques your teacher mentions. Putting them right into practice against your other teammates is sweet and satisfying. “$name , stop going after me! This is so unfair.” [img[Images/Gaming lesson.jpg]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 4 and $SCFinal is 4 and $JenLevel gt 3 and $L gt 5>>An e sports class is far from the most intellectual way to spend your day, but it certainly is more interesting than what you’d be forced to do before. “Alright class, today we’re going to learn about <<print setup.GamingLesson.random()>>” As one might fear, institutionalizing something ordinarily entertaining has the tendency to suck out a lot of the fun, like a leech in a clown costume. Sadly for you, not only are you distracted by the girls around you, but also the characters on screen. It doesn’t matter if they’re in combat fatigues or barely clothed princesses, they don’t fail to turn you on. Your current lust doesn’t help the matter either, and that adds up to the embarrassment that comes at the later on. “Hahaha! Take that, sissy! What’s it now, 7-0? That’s what you getting for trying to peek up my skirt last week.” [img[Images/Gaming lesson.jpg]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 4 and $SCFinal is 4 and $L gt 5>>An e sports class is far from the most intellectual way to spend your day, but it certainly is more interesting than what you’d be forced to do before. “Alright class, today we’re going to learn about <<print setup.GamingLesson.random()>>” As one might fear, institutionalizing something ordinarily entertaining has the tendency to suck out a lot of the fun, like a leech in a clown costume. Sadly for you, not only are you distracted by the girls around you, but also the characters on screen. It doesn’t matter if they’re in combat fatigues or barely clothed princesses, they don’t fail to turn you on. Your current lust doesn’t help the matter either, and that adds up to the embarrassment that comes at the later on. “Hahaha! Take that, $name . What’s it now, 7-0? Stop staring at my character's butt already, and start concentrating on killing me!” [img[Images/Gaming lesson.jpg]]\ \ \ \ <<elseif $Day3 is 4 and $L lt 6>>[img[Images/Psychology.jpg]] ”As I’m sure you’re all aware, Freud’s idea of the Oedipus complex has largely been debunked, though I’m sure he’d have a field day with all the step-mom porn on the internet.” The only response to Miss Green’s joke is seemingly crickets. You soon zone out, and decide to take the other students as case studies on what turns you on the most.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 4 and $L gt 5>>[img[Images/Psychology.jpg]] When you’re presented with the option between outdated psychological theories and hot uniformed women, you know it’s hardly an option at all. And while some blue balled psychologist might want to analyze your choices like those, you’d rather just admire boobs and butts when you can.\ \ \ <<elseif $Day3 is 5 and $L lt 6>>[img[Images/Philosophy.jpg]] ”Okay class, get ready, because today we’re tackling the ontological argument. First, I’d like you to think of something which exists in the mind, but not reality, for instance, like Winnie the Pooh.” //Hmm…Catwoman?…Mmm….Catwoman…// “Now, think of something which exists in the mind and in reality, like someone famous.” //Hmm…Riley Reid?...Mmm…Riley Reid…// “Now think of something which exists in reality, but not in your mind.” //Wait…how can I possibly think of something which does not exist in the mind?// You zone out soon after, thinking of Catwoman and Riley Reid.\ <<elseif $Day3 is 5 and $L gt 5>>[img[Images/Philosophy.jpg]] Almost as soon your butt lands in its seat, your mind has gone wandering, missing potentially life changing ideas in favor of a fantasy of an ethereal handjob. With how complex philosophy is, if you ever wanted to pay attention, you’d have to be much less horny.<</if>>

<<if $FPiss is 1 and $FPissS gt 7 and $GrayLunchFail gt 1 or $FPiss is 1 and $GrayR lt -2 and $FPissS gt 7>><<set $FPissS to $FPissS + 1>>You walk to Miss $Gray ‘s classroom for yet another miserable hour with your teacher. “It’s about time you showed up. Follow me.” Following her once more, you end up at the toilets. Just by entering them, you get a familiar taste in your mouth. [img[Images/P - Gray Pee.png]] As before, Miss $Gray goes into a stall by herself and relieves her bladder, the following sound of piss pouring into the toilet only filling you with dread. When she’s done, she summons you to the stall, where you again see her pussy glistening with piss. You kneel at her feet and move your head to the exposed vagina. Tongue sticking out like a panting dog, you swipe it at the wet pussy. Though you once thought that any amount of exposure to the taste could make it seem any less disgusting, you’re actually shocked to realize you’re becoming used to it. The taste remains gross, but you know you can handle it. When you’re confident you’re done, you rinse your mouth out at the sink to get rid of the aftertaste. Miss $Gray congratulates you for doing a good job on her way out. After you’ve done as much as you can, you follow in her footsteps.\ <<elseif $FPiss is 1 and $FPissS gt 0 and $GrayLunchFail gt 1 or $FPiss is 1 and $GrayR lt -2 and $FPissS gt 0>><<set $FPissS to $FPissS + 1>>You walk to Miss $Gray ‘s classroom for yet another miserable hour with your teacher. “It’s about time you showed up. Follow me.” Following her once more, you end up at the toilets. Just by entering them, you get a familiar, unpleasant taste in your mouth. [img[Images/P - Gray Pee.png]] As before, Miss $Gray goes into a stall by herself and relieves her bladder, the following sound of piss pouring into the toilet only filling you with dread. When she’s done, she summons you to the stall, where you again see her pussy glistening with piss. You kneel at her feet and move your head to the exposed vagina. Tongue sticking out like a panting dog, you swipe it at the wet pussy. You doubt that any amount of exposure to the taste could make it seem any less disgusting. The repulsive taste makes you want to quit, but you only go running for the faucet when you think you’re done, lest you annoy Miss $Gray further. The water at the sink doesn’t immediately cure the foulness, but at least it allows you to feel like you’re doing something. You’re so caught up in rinsing your mouth that you barely acknowledge Miss $Gray leave, but you do hear her laughing on her way out. After you’ve done as much as you can, you follow in her footsteps.\ <<elseif $FPiss is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 1 and $GrayR lt -2 or $FPiss is 1 and $GrayLunchFail gt 3>><<set $FPissS to $FPissS + 1>>You walk to Miss $Gray ‘s classroom for yet another miserable hour with your teacher. “It’s about time you showed up.” It was impossible for you to get here sooner, having only just finished your last lesson “I came as fast as I could.” “Even if I did believe you, that’s not what I’m talking about. Follow me.” She leads you out of the classroom, and you follow at her heels. You notice her walk is different from the normal calm strut you’re used to. She’s moving faster, almost jiggling her hips and is slightly leaned over. You stop outside the teachers’ toilets. “Come on, I don’t need you to wait out here.” Still perplexed by how she thinks following her to the restroom is a punishment, you follow her inside. [img[Images/P - Gray Pee.png]] Miss $Gray hurries inside one of the few stalls, leaving you to admire the sanitary room. The staff toilets are a certain level up from the lowly ones you’re forced to use. The luxurious facility has clean sinks, stalls that lock, and lights that don’t flicker constantly. In the background, you hear a faint trickle of liquid falling into a pool. You realize it’s Miss $Gray releasing her bladder. You think you even hear a sigh of relief from the same stall. When the sound stops, your teacher calls for you “you can come in now.” You’re standing outside the stall, not quite believing what you heard. “I don’t understand what you need me for.” “Just get in here!” Pulling open the door, Miss $Gray is sitting on the toilet. Obviously you expected this sight, but it’s still amazing that she’s allowing you to see her this way. Her skirt is pulled down beneath her knees, as are her pantyhose and panties, which are piled up in a mess of material. You don’t get to admire the sight for long. “I know you must be confused, but given your extreme disregard for me and my rules, I figured I needed to punish you dramatically. Now, help me wipe the piss.” Relieved that this was all she had in mind, you kneel down and put a hand on the toilet roll, but Miss $Gray slaps it away. “You really think you deserve to use that? No, use your mouth.” //What?!// You look at her dripping pussy. There’s piss clinging to it like a spider dangling from the underside of a surface. Her messy relieving of her bladder leaves you in a bind. On the one hand, it means you get to lick her pussy, which would surely feel satisfying considering how much her body teases you on a daily basis. However, licking up the urine that’s coating it doesn’t sound appealing in the least. “Screw this.” She wraps one of her hands around the back of your head, pulling you in and down, until your mouth is mushed against her vagina. Panicking in the cramped environment, you stick out your tongue and begin rapidly licking. You lack technique, but try to clean between every fold and cranny just to get free of her grasp. And while you had hoped the loving taste of her pussy would distract you from the pee, the feel of it on your lips, gums and tongue is simply overpowering. The flavor can only be described by synonyms of foul. The rancid taste lingers even after Miss $Gray lets go, and you go spilling to the floor. You dash over to the sink and twist the knob. Pressing your mouth against the metal faucet, you’re content to drown if it means getting rid of the demonic aftertaste. You rinse, gargle, spit and swallow, but nothing seems to cure it. So devoted to trying to clean your mouth, you’re deaf to Miss $Gray , who walks over to you, smiling. “I guess that worked. Feel free to leave once you’re ready.” She heads out the door, and you’re left on your own. 15 minutes later, you leave yourself. The taste is still there, but you try to ignore it’s foul remnants.\ <<elseif $LickedGrayHeels is 0>><<set $LickedGrayHeels to 1>><<set $FootFetish to $FootFetish + 1, $L to $L + 2>>You walk to Miss $Gray ‘s classroom for yet another miserable hour with your teacher. Miss $Gray stays at her desk once you enter, but she does move her chair out to reveal the alcove underneath. Without clarifying what she wants you to do, she beckons for you to kneel down there. The ground isn’t comfortable, but Miss $Gray pulls her chair back in to seal you in your place. Her heels are dangling right under your nose. “My shoes are waiting. You’re not allowed out until they’re sparkling.” There’s no cloth in sight, so you’re still confused, but a loud sigh cuts that thought off. “Use your tongue.” Disgusted at the thought, you try to look up, only now realizing you can’t see her face. She moves her shoe to your lips, giving you a small taste. To your surprise, it isn’t repulsive. Giving it a chance, you open your mouth and put the toe of her shoe in your mouth. It’s a plain taste, the shiny material lacking any discernible flavor beside humiliation. With the shoe now wet, you lick it with your tongue, which pleasantly glides across it. Despite it being an objectively demeaning act, you continue shining her black high heels, while she types away at her computer. When she switches positions, you change your attention to the alternate shoe. When you look up, you hope for a beautiful view of her panites, but her sensibly sized skirt and closed thighs prevent it. Regardless, you continue your task. You have to move your neck a lot to reach the rest of the shoe, but you’re so committed to the task that you do it. After the toe, you make your way up the main body of the shoe, working the part closest to her actual heel, before teasing yourself by cleaning the stiletto. Its phallic shape makes it the most demeaning part, but you find yourself enjoying it the most. After an immeasurable amount of time, Miss $Gray stands, allowing you to return to your feet. After so long in your submissive pose, your knees ache. “I wasn’t expecting much, but you’ve certainly surpassed my expectations.” She leans over for an even closer view. “Maybe I’ll have to punish you more often - you didn’t get to the underside.” With her apparent dismissal, she allows you to walk out, the peculiar taste still lingering in your mouth.\ <<else>><<set $FootFetish to $FootFetish + 1>>You walk to Miss $Gray ‘s classroom for yet another miserable hour with your teacher. Miss $Gray stays at her desk once you enter, but she does move her chair out to reveal the alcove underneath. You understand what she wants you to do, so you kneel down at her feet. The ground isn’t comfortable, but Miss $Gray slides her chair in to entomb you in your submissive position. Her heels are dangling under your nose like an oncoming sneeze. She moves her shoe to your lips, giving you a small taste. You begin by sucking on the tip of the shoes, trying to engulf it like you were speed running eating ice cream. The display could only be more pathetic if the shoes were open toed. Wetting your appetite, you continue on by sliding your tongue on the curved surface. Even in the dark alcove you’re stuck in, you can see the shoes reflecting from its saliva coating. Despite it being an objectively demeaning act, you continue shining her black high heels, while she types away at her computer. When she switches positions, you change your attention to the alternate shoe. Any thoughts of looking up are dismissed in favor of continuing your task like a steadfast steward. You have to move your neck a lot to reach the rest of the shoe, but you’re so committed to the task that you do it. After the toe, you make your way up the main body of the shoe, working the part closest to her actual heel, before teasing yourself by cleaning the stiletto. Its phallic shape makes it the most demeaning part, but you find yourself enjoying it the most. After an immeasurable amount of time, Miss $Gray stands, allowing you to return to your feet. After so long in your submissive pose, your knees ache. You can’t help but feel the task wasn’t done, having missed the underside of the shoe. You recover as she returns to her work, having experienced another session of discipline from your teacher. With her dismal, you leave Farrix.<</if>>

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<<set $Priority to 0>>\ “I’ve got it.” $Jen exclaims fervently. “Since you don’t have much…experience having sex, we just need to improve your dick!” “Are we putting stickers on the cage or something?” “No, no. Come on!” She drags you to the bedroom, where she’s got a strapon out on the bed. The harness is exactly the same as it was a week ago, though the dildo is different. Stepping closer, you see this one puts less value on realism. Even the hard, plastic material feels less-skin like than silicone. What the dildo lacks in accuracy, however, it makes up for in other areas. $Jen secures the dildo around you once more. In the mere seconds you spent inspecting the toy, she’s already gotten undressed to her underwear. “What’s with the new dildo?” “New? Why do you think it’s new?” “I haven’t seen it before.” “It’s just a dildo, honey. There’s nothing special about it.” She practically jumps on the bed in excitement, landing with her back laying on the covers. Her hands beckons you forward. “This didn’t exactly work out well before.” “You’ve got to have more confidence, babe. Something just tells me you’ve understood the intricacies of sex since last week.” “We did talk to a lot of prostitutes.” “Exactly. Now treat me like I’m a hooker you just hired, and go to town.” With $Jen ‘s encouraging words spurring you on, you crawl in between her spread legs and line the dildo up with her vagina. “Mhhm, yeah!” She moans theatrically. “That’s exactly what I did last week.” “You must be doing something different. Keep going, though.” She asserts. For a while, you thrust your hips into her crotch, and the longer you go at it - 2 minutes, 5 minutes - it still feels identical to last week’s attempt. $Jen insists, though, that despite zero practice, you’ve flipped from a virgin-level shagger, to a master of the penis. Her moans remain equally unconvincing. [[13-5 Sex 2<-Continue]]

At some point in the act, you hear a distinct click. Immediately after that, there’s a light rumbling coming from somewhere. It doesn’t take long to figure out it’s coming from the dildo. “Is tha…does this dildo have a vibrator in it?” “What?” $Jen exclaims, sounding slightly baffled, though she’s also struggling to talk properly. “Why would you think that?” She struggles out. Shifting your vision upwards, you see one hand (the one not groping her breasts and playing with her nipples), hidden behind a pillow. “It’s all you, baby. I’m sure you’ll be able to make me cum this time, I just know it.” “With a big asterixis by it.” You murmur, already picturing what the Wikipedia page will look like. Sliding the whirring cock in and out of your girlfriend with a hard to maintain rhythm, $Jen ‘s cries of lust are no longer faked. Her hands start grabbing at anything that can offer her some grip, be that a blanket or your thigh. She’s so horny that she struggles to give you feedback; moans are the only thing that escape her painted lips. Though you’re know expert when it comes to the female orgasm, you’re certain her crescendoing moans, which are now so loud she might get noise complaints from the neighbors, herald an approaching orgasm. On the plus side, the moans also eclipse the noise of the vibrator. “Oh yes, $name , YES!” She screams, squeezing down hard on your thigh. Her breathing gets frantic, inhaling and exhaling multiple times within a single second. “I’m…cum…ing!” [[13-5 Sex 3<-Continue]]

$Jen lays mostly still, basking in the holy feeling of orgasm. You, comparatively, are lost. Women can have multiple orgasms, but how are you supposed to know if this is one of those moments? Does she expect you to keep going? Is she too happy to care? The “vhmms” of the vibrator cease dramatically, encouraging you to pull out. Lying next to $Jen , you can only pretend to revel in your own bliss, as though your actual dick might have done the work. “I guess I am pretty good after all.” “Alright, there might have been a //little// something in the dildo.” “How could I have guessed?” You snide, shaking your head. “But I could only orgasm with both of your help. If it was just the vibrator, I doubt I could have came that quick.” She glances at her phone. “Only 3 minutes of vibrator - that’s really quick.” “If I came that quickly, you’d probably be disappointed.” You remark, unsure if you want sympathy, or are instead trying to make a joke. “Well, we don’t have to worry about that, do we?” $Jen rubs over your cage. “I mean, 3 minutes is really quick.” “I was horny!” “You couldn’t at least hold out for my sake?” “Frankly, I thought you’d take it as a compliment. Still,” $Jen reflects. “That is awful quick. Maybe a vibrator is too much.” “So I can take this thing off?” “Well…” $Jen pauses, despite you both knowing what her train of thought is. “Maybe after we play around with it a bit longer.” For the next few hours, the vibrator, attached to you, brings $Jen to multiple orgasms, each one threating to shatter the windows with her toe-curled roars of ecstasy. Once she decides enough is enough, she takes the harness and cock off you, returning it back to the closet. “I promise - I’ll find a way for the two of us be more like a couple. So no more vibrating dildos.” She swears. //That’d explain why you threw it away, not put it back in the closet.// [[Room 5/6<-Continue][$H to $H + 2]]

“Alright, $name , this is it. Saturday’s going to be the best night for talking to as many sex workers as we can, and I want to find out where my sister is. Dress up as appropriately as you can, I’m sure $Ash gave you something that’ll work.” $Jen doesn’t wait for a response, instead pointing you towards the bedroom, where your clothes are. [[Closet<-Continue]]

<<set $Priority to 0>>\ $Jen looks at you, inspecting your chosen outfit. <<if $Blouse is 1>>“This could show off more off your belly. And breasts, too.” <</if>>\ <<if $Skirt is 1>>“And this could show off more of your legs. Hell, if someone has to try for a pantyshot, you’re wearing too much.” <</if>>\ <<if $Pants is 1>>“Pants? Really? When have you ever seen a prostitute wear something like that - and shorts don’t count.” <</if>>\ <<if $Dress is 1>>“I suppose that dress works, though I can’t say it’d be my first choice.” <</if>>\ <<if $CK[2] is 3>>“Those shoes are…terrible. Are you seriously telling me you have nothing better to wear? Or are you just trying to annoy me?”\ <<elseif $CK[2] is 4>>“Those shoes are gorgeous. Where did you get them? Nevermind that, we can talk shoes later.”\ <<elseif $CK[2] is 5>>“Those shoes are a little too corporate for my liking. Maybe if you were really leaning into the whole ‘sexy librarian’ look, but as is, I’m not a fan.”\ <<elseif $CK[2] is 6>>“Those boots are //perfect//. I’m not sure I could have chose something better myself.”<</if>> $Jen is taking her own advice, too. While you’ve grown used to seeing her in the Farrix uniform, casual clothes, and even pajamas, her current attire is identical to the hottest fantasies you have of sex workers. Black, thigh high boots stop a couple of inches below fishnet stockings that are in desperate need of a garter belt, though they remain without any such support. The top of the stocking band is visible beneath her tiny skirt, which is black, though glossy enough to see your own reflection in. Her crop top might as well be a bralette. Not only is her belly button visible, but so are her shoulders and nipples. “I don’t want to lose any more time - come on, $name .” [[13-6 Prostitute 3<-Continue]]

<<set $H to $H + 1>>\ $Jen leads the way to the same location you were at just a few days ago. She’s got a renewed confidence about her which is undeniably sexy. Then again, seeing her dressed like a regular woman of the night is also giving you that impression. Getting closer to the main street, were the workers were at the densest, you’re growing increasingly concerned that the women will be able to recognize you. Two students, clad in uniform, is a pretty memorable sight on this street, you’d be willing to wager. Equally, your combined choice in outfits today shouldn’t be recognizable as the two curious girls from Wednesday. $Jen gives you a final look as you arrive at the destination. It’s both inspiring and terrifying. //We’re not leaving until we get what she wants, are we?// She approaches the closest lady - one you don’t remember from before. “You got a light?” The stranger asks, struggling to find something in her tiny suggestion of a purse. From out of a pocket that shouldn’t exist, but miraculously does, $Jen pulls out a lighter, flicking it on and holding it up to the woman’s cigarette, which is nestled between her two lips. “Cheers.” “No worries. Say, I don’t suppose you recognize my friend, do you?” $Jen is holding out her phone, the image of her sister already up. “Her name’s Daphne.” “The face doesn’t ring any bells.” “Thanks anyway.” Not deterred, $Jen marches on, struggling slightly on the sheer height of her heels. “Daphne?” “I figure they’ll be more likely to think of her as a prostitute if she’s got an appropriate name.” “And what if they knew her actual name?” $Jen laughs lightly. “When do sex workers use their actual names?” “I’m sure there’s been one or two.” You murmur, more trying to convince yourself. [[13-6 Prostitute 4<-Continue]]

<<set $H to $H + 1>>\ For several hours, you repeat the same song and dance. Some women ask for a spare lighter, others make polite conversation about the frustratingly low traffic today, especially for a Saturday. Of course, that’s good for you and $Jen , as it’s more prostitutes on the street, instead of on the cars. A couple make chit-chat about the weather. One particularly bizarre one insists on talking to you about politics. Despite success not appearing with any alacrity, $Jen doesn’t let it bother her. <<if $Home is 5>>It’s a strangely sweet sight; she misses her sister so much that she’s willing to go to these lengths in order to rescue her. It’s a kindness that belies her whorish outfit.\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>Nor does she let your repeated jokes about the predictability of sex worker names get to her, so much so that she even contributes some of her own suggestions for unique names.<</if>> Just as you’re beginning to consider asking for a rest for you feet, your luck turns around in a hurry. “You’ve not seen this woman, have you?” “I don’t th…wait a minute, she does look a little familiar.” “She does?” $Jen ‘s face lights up. “What was her name…Star…Sun…Sparkler! It was Sparkler!” “Sparkler?” $Jen murmurs, pondering the word. “When did you last see her?” “A couple of weeks ago, now. Nice woman, always very talkative. Once asked me if I cared to split a 6 foot sub with her.” “And you’ve not seen her since?” The woman shakes her head, a pitiful smile across her face. “Afraid not.” “Did she say anything that last time you spoke? Like she might be moving away?” “Nothing like that, no. Weird that you mention it, though. I saw her talking to a man last time I did see her. Shady looking, and too nice of a car for these parts.” “A car? Do you remember the license plate?” “Honey, we see hundreds of license plates every night. I can’t keep track of all of them.” “No, I suppose you can’t.” “Where was that?” She asks herself, pausing for a moment. “I think it was over…” she spins around, pointing to the opposite sidewalk 40 meters or so up the road. “Hey, what do you know - it’s the same car.” Struck into silence, you and $Jen gaze at a black sedan that’s only notable for, paradoxically, how notable it is. “You said you saw her get into a car. Is it that one?” Now, you’re the one pausing to think. $Jen ‘s patient in hearing an answer, though - she understands the importance of your response. “I don’t think so, but it’s similar.” “That’s enough for me.” Leading the charge, $Jen crosses the road once the traffic permits it. You mentally giggle at how confused the helpful sex worker must be. [[13-6 Prostitute 5<-Continue]]

“Just follow my lead.” $Jen whispers as you get closer and closer to the ominously plain car. “What do you think I’ve been doing?” She pauses in front of the driver side window, which is both rolled all the way up, and blacked out. It could be entirely barren of people inside, or it could be full inside. You’d have no way of knowing. Smoothly, the window slides down, exposing a single man, dressed semi formally. Shady, as the prostitute called him, might be something of a pun, because even inside the tinted car and at this time, he’s wearing sunglasses. “Hi there.” $Jen delicately places a single hand on the rim of the gap left by the window. “Fancy a little 2 for 1?” He looks her up and down, and then does the same to you, craning his neck slightly. “You have experience doing that?” “Plenty - at everything you could ever want.” He pauses intently, still inspecting the two of you. “Have you ever thought about doing this off the danger of the streets?” “Where were you planning on taking us?” $Jen teasingly asks, so giddily that it might scare the man off. “My boss is always on the lookout for talented women. If you’re as skilled as you say you are, he’d like to meet you.” “Lead the way.” $Jen walks a couple of steps to the rear door, tugging on the handle, but finding it locked. “Not today. You’ve got prove yourself but you can meet him.” “And how can we do that?” “Be here on Wednesday.” The engine effortlessly powers on, and the man pulls away, his window sliding up as he does. [[13-6 Prostitute 6<-Continue]]

“You couldn’t just ask him if he knew your sister?” You ask, lost at the mystery of the whole interaction. Walking back home, you’re relieved to have the rest of the day free, but also annoyed that Wednesday will bring the same trouble. “And if he says he doesn’t? What if he gets scared and drives away?” “He’d probably be back.” “We’re on the clock, $name . We don’t know how long we’ve got until Janet leaves - if that’s even what’s going on.” “Couldn’t she have left already? It’s nearly been two weeks since I ran into her.” “Maybe, but I’m not willing to give up on a “maybe”.” It’s quiet for a decent part of the journey, until another mysterious point gets too painful that you just have to ask. “Why do you think she’d go with //Sparkler//?” “It was the name of a dog we had when we were young.” “Oh. I suppose we should be thankful you didn’t have a dog called “Ryan” or “Leo”.” $Jen doesn’t respond, clearly lost in thought, where she remains for the rest of the journey. [[Room 5/6<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $Priority to 0>>\ There’s a knock at the door, and as if you needed any confirmation as to who the guest is, \ <<if $Home is 5>>$Jen ‘s flustered face, flush with pink, ensures that you know who it is before the door even opens.\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>$Jen jumps up from her seated position, dashing over to answer the knock with an alacrity that can only mean one thing.<</if>> \ Kyle doesn’t waste a second waving at you, staring at the pair of them. Instead, he jogs up the stairs. \ <<if visited("12-7 Cuck TV off")>>That’s not much of a surprise. Last week you barely exchanged more than a glance, despite the fact he fucked your girlfriend so loudly it eclipsed the TV’s audio.\ <<elseif visited("12-7 Cuck TV loud")>>That shouldn’t be much of a surprise. Last week held an obvious battle of $Jen ‘s moans dueling against the TV. Even if he did want to face the awkwardness inherent in asking you to keep it down, he knows it likely wouldn’t have an effect.\ <<elseif visited("12-7 Cuck Good Watch Sex")>>Given what must have been an unfamiliar experience for him last week, when you watched the two of them had sex, you’re unsure what he might want to say. “Nice weather” seems out of place after you’re sexual interactions.\ <<elseif $CuckGag is 1>>After how you attempted (and succeeded) in ruining last week’s sexual encounter, it’s a surprise he doesn’t storm over, threatening you with a black eye should you repeat it.\ <<elseif $CuckGag is 0>>Given what must have been an unfamiliar experience for him last week, when you watched the two of them had sex, you’re unsure what he might want to say. “Nice weather” seems out of place after you’re sexual interactions.<</if>> $Jen skips over to you after closing the front door. \ <<if visited("12-7 Cuck Good Watch TV")>>“I know you wanted to watch TV last week, but I had something a little different in mind today. Come on, $name . I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself.”\ <<elseif $Home is 5>>“You were so good last week. I could tell you were turned on - almost as much as I was. I had something a little different in mind today.”\ <<elseif $CuckGag is 1>>“After what you pulled last week, it’s tempting to throw you outside for the next 3 hours. Thankfully, I’m also creative, and that gag will still work well.”\ <<elseif $CuckGag is 0>>“Since you seemed to enjoy watching Kyle fuck my brains out a week ago, I figured I’d be nice and invite you to tonight’s session of plowing. And don’t worry about it becoming stale. I’ve got something a little different in mind.”<</if>> $Jen ‘s hand, which is nearly slippery with excitement-induced sweat, grabs yours, and you trail shortly behind Kyle, heading towards the bedroom. <<if $Home is 6 and $CuckGag is 1>>Once there, $Jen wastes zero time in tossing the gag your way, which you manage to catch after briefly fumbling it. $Jen doesn’t close the door to the closet yet, though, instead searching through her piles and boxes of kinky accessories, looking for something specific. She finds it in the form of a black item that you initially identify as a cloth, as well as a pair of nipple clamps.\ <<else>>Once there, $Jen wastes no time in running over to her closet, searching through her many piles and boxes of kinky accessories , looking for something specific. She finds it in the form of a black item that you initially identify as a cloth, as well as a pair of nipple clamps.<</if>> <<if $CuckGag is 1>>$Jen begins charging the sexuality of the affair by shoving the ball of the gag in your mouth, clasping in shut without even looking at the mechanism - an impressive feat tantamount to clipping a bra without looking, or doing the spin around maneuver. After that, she takes the “cloth”, which you now realize is actually a blindfold, and wraps that too around your head, obscuring your vision, and only letting in a suggestion of light.\ <<else>>$Jen begins charging the sexuality of the affair by taking the “cloth”, which you now realize is actually a blindfold, and wrapping that around your head, obscuring your vision, and only letting in a suggestion of light.<</if>> This being $Jen , you shouldn’t expect the bondage to end here, of course. She leads you over, with tentative steps, to what you identify as a chair. From there, you hear her footsteps wander over to the closet again, removing something rattly. Whilst all that is happening, you interpret the sounds found in undressing. Not from $Jen , but from Kyle. Your wrists, one at a time, are locked to the arms of the chair. //Still// not done, $Jen slips her hand between your skin and your clothing, and attaches the clamps to each nipple. Even the initial clamping stings - keeping them on for the duration of their sex sounds significantly more painful. [[13-7 Cuck 2<-Continue]]

<<set $H to $H + 1>>\ The entire time that $Jen is setting up her bondage victim, you can imagine Kyle rolling his eyes, impatiently wondering whether or not he should entertain himself by jerking off, or going on his phone. His patience is rewarded soon enough in the satisfying way that only sex can. The first thing you hear is sloppy kissing, intermingled with “mmhms”. After that, for around half a minute, you hear very little. Frustratingly little. So little that you attempt to shake off the blindfold to see what they’re up to. When that proves immediately impossible, you’re glad to hear that the next step in their performance has begun. The sounds are still wet and sloppy, but now Kyle’s moans punctuate each click of saliva squeaking in between lips, and you can imagine $Jen at his dick, the whether she’s kneeling on the floor, or on all fours in front of him, spread on his back, is a mystery. Each slurping noise makes you beg to see just a fraction of what they’re up to. Every moan of his makes you crave for a second of the blowjob he’s receiving. Hell, a ruined orgasm sounds better than being made to sit on the sidelines, only able to hear the two people doing what you can only dream of. <<if $Home is 6>>Sickeningly, you can imagine $Jen sparing a moment to glance at you, her prisoner, a tool for the purpose of a better orgasm.\ <<elseif $Home is 5>>You’re baffled why a partner would choose to torment their significant other like this, but $Jen clearly gets pleasure from your inability to get off like she can. And honestly, it’s hard to blame her for needing sex. Your clitty is kept contained, and even her attempts to have sex with you “normally” have been failures.<</if>> The sound of the bed and mattress creaking, as well as the lull in moans, makes you feel like they’ve moved past the starter, and are ready for the main course. The bed continues creaking with a rhythm that gives you confidence in your suspicions, and now you almost see beyond your blindfold. $Jen is riding him, cowgirl position. His hands grab for her body, be it her thighs or tits, though probably a mix of the two. His grunts are picking up - he’s struggling to not burst. //That’s quick.// You note, though also congratulating him for lasting longer than you could. $Jen understands that he’s close, and surprisingly doesn’t change the pace. That’s when you reach a second realization about $Jen having sex with Kyle. She doesn’t expect to orgasm at the same time he does. No, she knows that he can go for several more rounds, and so her orgasm can wait. In the end, she’ll probably orgasm more than he will anyway. [[13-7 Cuck 3<-Continue]]

The rest of the action unfolds just as you predicted it would. There’s a pause as Kyle’s moans reach a peak. There’s some movement and shuffling which you identify as them switching condoms, and then they return to the action. He is less desperate now, and so when he cums for a second time, $Jen does so for her first. By the time they’re going for round 4, $Jen has overtaken him on the orgasm scoreboard. Predictably, the time between each of his orgasms increases with each successive squirt. $Jen , conversely, treats the act like a marathon, spreading her energy equally over the course of what must be 3 hours of sex. Though she does get tired, it’s also coupled with a “runner’s high”. <hr> “You were fantastic.” She pants. “Aren’t I always?” <<if $CuckGag is 1>>“What do you think, $name ? Do you think you could do better?” “Mmhm.” “See, the sissy knows where she’s bested.”\ <<elseif $Home is 6>>“What do you think, $name ? Isn’t Kyle just the best pounder you’ve ever seen? Well, heard.” She corrects. “Sure, whatever you say, $Jen .” You sigh, not wanting to satisfy her with a more aggravating response. Given how she could keep you trapped as you are, annoying her isn’t a great idea.\ <<elseif $Home is 5>>“Not as good as you were the other day, $name .” $Jen shouts in your direction, though you get the impression she doesn’t want you to feel any more neglected than what listening to 3 hours of sex would cause. <</if>> $Jen sees her intimate guest out a while later after basking in the smell of sweat that’s present in the room. <<if $Home is 6>>“Did you have fun?” $Jen teases, shuffling the blindfold down your face, letting it fall down to your neck. “//So much fun//.” You exhale. “I’ve got to ask, though, if you’re going to blindfold me, why not just, you know, not make me come to the bedroom with you?” The answer’s obvious, of course - she loves mocking you. “Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it. We could see you trying to free yourself, all so you stroke your little pecker. Some people might even say I’m generous for giving you these.” $Jen tugs off your nipple clamps, forgoing the unclipping part. “Oww.” “Not quite.” Her hands hover an inch from your nipples, ready to reapply, and re-yank them off again. “...thank you.” “Good sissy - I knew you had //some// manners.”\ <<elseif $Home is 5>>“So? What did you think?” “About what? I couldn’t see anything.” You reply matter of fact-ly, as though she weren’t the very person who tied the blindfold. “I know that, but did you not have fun?” You shrug your shoulders. “Staring into a black void and listening to my girlfriend have sex for 3 hours isn’t the first thing that comes to mind if I was trying to entertain myself.” “Alright.” $Jen answers. “We’ll leave the blindfold out next time. Plus, seeing you in your chair, unable to please yourself actually gave me some ideas how we can have sex.” “We tried the strapon, remember?” “I know, sissy. But I’ve got a better idea now. Let’s talk about this more tomorrow.”<</if>> [[Room 5/6<-Continue][$H to $H + 2]]

<<set $H to 7, $M to 45>>\ You awake, mostly as normal, save for a peculiar expression on $Jen ‘s face. “What’s gotten you so lively this morning?” <<if $FCuck is 1>>“I told you yesterday that I was going to find a solution to my sex problem. Well, I’ve found it.”\ <<else>>“Since having sex doesn’t seem to be working out for us, I came up with a solution.”<</if>> “And what’s that?” You ask, reflexively imagining her in monk robes. As it turns out, you’re not too far off the mark. “I’m going to be chaste.” “Just like me?” “Well, I guess more in the traditional sense.” “So you’re just…not going to have sex?” “Or masturbate.” “Just like that?” “Just like that.” “$Jen , I’m not sure it’s as simple as that.” “Of course it is. I said I’m not going to orgasm, edge, or so much as get wet, and so that’s what will happen.” You’re tempted to laugh, but, as much as you want to believe it’s not the case, $Jen seems completely serious. She actually thinks she has the willpower to stop - just like that. “Are you sure about this?” $Jen takes your hand in hers, and now you’re certain that she’s not just doing a bit. “$name , if you’re strong enough to resist the urge, then I think I can manage it too.” “There’s a difference. Regardless of if I want to, I can’t. And frankly, I really want to anyway.” “Then let me set an example for you. By sheer force of will, I will be chaste, $name .” <<if $FCuck is 1>>“Alright.” You sigh, unconvinced. “I suppose I won’t be seeing Kyle anymore then.” “I’ll message him right away.” $Jen adds, turning to her phone.\ <<else>>“Alright.” You sigh, unconvinced.<</if>> [[Room 5/6<-Continue]]

<<set $Var to $H - 12>>\ <<set $Priority to 0>>\ Closing the front door behind you, a noise originating from the living room distracts you. That’s not particularly notable. There is a TV in there, after all. But that, coupled with the bag dropped right at the door makes you curious enough to see what’s up. Is there really something on TV that $Jen was so curious to watch that she dropped her stuff at the door, and sprinted to the TV for? <<if $H is 16>>Most the time she’s not home before you, anyway - she would have had to ran all the way home to get here this early.\ <<else>>Sure, you were occupied after school, and so there might be something you missed, but you can’t reason what it could be.<</if>> Entering the threshold of the lounge, you almost want to laugh. The noise of the TV was a little odd, you realized, and that’s because $Jen isn’t watching news at $Var ; she’s watching porn. Particularly rough, porn, too. <<if $FCuck is 1>>A man with well defined muscles dressed in a nice suit is going to town on a woman adorned in a wedding dress, though the hem is lifted well over her body in order for his cock to thrust in and out of her ass. Another man, this one scrawny, though in a nicer suit, is sitting in an armchair to the side, playing with his small penis. And that’s small even by your standards.\ <<else>>Two men, both with well defined muscles, are entirely naked. Between them is a woman, though her messed up makeup, stained with black tears, makes it hard to identify her as that. She’s wearing a tiny skirt, barely enough to cover up a set of ass cheeks on a person stood upright, nevermind when they’re on all fours. She’s also wearing a pair of fishnet stockings and “fuck me” heels, though other than that, she’s naked. The two men are using a hole each - mouth and vagina. And she appears, against what the tears would suggest, to be love it. She’s moaning louder than either of them.<</if>> $Jen is so engrossed in the sight that she doesn’t notice your footsteps, and so you move past the threshold of the room, until you’re stood slightly behind, off to the side so that she can see what she’s doing. And unsurprisingly, she isn’t taking notes. $Jen is masturbating with a scarily large dildo, and you can’t even see the head of it exit her pussy. There’s a bottle of lube on the table in front, though other than that, the scene suggests it was rushed; she’s still in her Farrix blouse, though her skirt is beside her. “Ahem.” $Jen jumps out of her seat, nearly falling over the coffee table. “$name ! I was…” she shrugs her shoulders, admitting defeat. “Alright, fine. You caught me.” “You know that being chaste is supposed for longer than the length between being sexual, right?” “Of course I do,” she sighs, pulling her panties back up after extricating the fake cock from her vagina. //God dam, that’s big.// “But look, everyone faces obstacles. This is just a bump in the road.” “That’s what I tried telling you less than 12 hours ago.” “And you were right.” She agrees. The proceeding pause in words is made comical thanks to the grunts coming from the TV, though $Jen doesn’t want to turn it off, likely in case it highlights how desperate someone has to be to watch porn in the living room. “I’m sorry, $name . I couldn’t even last a day.” She sulks, sitting back down and burying her head in her hands. “You must think I’m so stupid.” “Not at all,” you comfort, sitting down beside her. “I don’t have a choice in being chaste, but it’s almost harder for you. You have the power to, but have to choose to not.” “I suppose.” $Jen reflects on your words. “Maybe you’re right, but I’m not going to give up.” She vows, standing up, finally searching for the remote for the TV. <<if $FCuck is 1 and $FFeet is 1>>Giving the TV one final glance, you see that the scene has developed somewhat. The bride’s dress is ripped, and the assumed groom is no longer sitting on the sidelines, but is instead behind her, licking her feet. “Hmm.” <</if>>\ It shuts off with a click, removing the moans and ass slapping that had almost become ambience to your conversation with $Jen . [[Jen End of Content<-Continue][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $Priority to 0>>\ “Sissy!” $Jen screams impatiently the moment you walk in the door. “It’s time to be useful for once.” You opt not to ask if you weren’t useful when you were out on the streets, searching for her sister. “How so?” “My boyfriend’s got a big football game today at school. I need you to go and encourage him.” “Wait, you’re not coming?” “Absolutely not.” She replies, appalled at the suggestion. “Outside in the evening like that? It gets horribly cold!” “You’ve got a coat. Several, in fact.” “And they’re gorgeous, aren’t they?” She snides. “But I don’t want to, so I’m not going to.” “What makes you think I want to?” “What makes you think I care, couch fucker? I’ve already told him you’re going, and he expects to see you there. If you want to stay and argue it, then I’ll collect all your things and toss them outside. We’ll see how fast your will dissolves when you realize it’s my way or the highway.” Content with her argument, she returns to ==your bed== the couch. “Fine.” “Good girl. You know where to go, right?” “Of course I do.” Kyle goes to Morton, the school you were //supposed// to attend. “I’ll just follow the sound of screaming football fans.” [[14-1 Football 2<-Continue]]

<<set $H to $H + 1>>\ Walking down streets that you’re very unfamiliar with, some of which you didn’t even know existed, you’re certain you’re heading in the right direction. And whilst you’re walking, you dread to consider what the rest of the night may look like. //What time would the game begin? What time will it end? Why would Kyle even want me there?// Lacking anything beyond surface level knowledge of the sport, you can’t answer the first two. The third, well, you’re not even sure he does. $Jen probably surprised him with this as much as she did you. “I can’t be bothered to go, so take my sissy instead!” You imagine the message read. Not wanting to upset his girlfriend, he probably rolled his eyes, and replied with a “thank you”, wondering if his teammates would notice his “guest”. Security at the Morton building is surprisingly relaxed, and you enter without issue. Perhaps seeing your outfit, they figured you were just a student at Farrix wanting to support a friend or partner. //Actually, I’m here for the boyfriend of a woman that torments me daily. Go Tigers!// Or whatever the teams are called. Navigating your way to a seat that’s close to the nebula of supporters, but not too close that you’d be swallowed whole, or elbowed by any particularly zealous fans, you pull down one of the automatically folding chairs, and begin wishing you stole one of $Jen ‘s coats before you left. You can only infer that the game will begin soon, as none of the actual players are on the field. Instead, those dressed in the colors of Morton are on one end of the pitch, and those of the away team, the Washerbee Whales, are on the opposing side. Those that are on the pitch are wearing a polos and caps, and you can only imagine that there are some final checks to be done before the ball may be allowed to fly. Catching your eye, you see one of the players of the Morton Mountain Lions is patrolling near your seating area. His helmet is thankfully at his side, making it easier to identify him as “Kyle!” You yell, thankful you picked a seat so close to the field. “$name ?” He calls back, beginning a rather cold game of Marko Polo. “I’m over here!” You wave, finally getting his attention. “$Jen really didn’t come?” He asks. The kaleidoscoping noises around you can’t muffle his surprise, and mild disappointment. “No!” You yell back. “She was…busy.” //Why the hell am I making excuses for her?// “Oh…okay. I’ll see you after the game.” He runs off to join his fellow players nearby, but not close enough that you may continue the shouted conversation. “Ladies and gentleman,” a distorted voice over a tannoy calls, “please give a warm welcome to the Farrix Academy for Girls cheerleaders.” [[14-1 Football 3<-Continue]]

From an indented part of the stands that heads inside the structure, several girls exit in an orderly fashion. There are 18 of them, you realize, skipping out in pairs. Whilst you were aware that Farrix had a cheerleading squad, you largely thought they were useless. After all, Farrix doesn’t have a football pitch, so what games could they cheer for? Evidently, it’s now revealed, the ones at Morton. At this distance, you can’t quite recognize any of the girls. But then again, you never particularly pay attention to their faces, anyway. The noise from the crowd reduces to near silence, and speakers begin to blare out a loud, poppy song that signals the start of the girls’ routine. For at least a minute, you watch, dumbstruck, because they’re dressed in the typical cheerleader get up of a tight crop top and a tiny skirt. Each time they do a jump, proceeded by a fall, their skirts struggle to keep up with them, resulting in some very tantalizing sights. //How on earth is that permitted?// You consider. //All these months I’ve been subtle when peeking up their skirts, and now they flash me willingly?// At some point during the routine you come to the incredibly disappointing conclusion that they’re actually all wearing matching shorts beneath their outfit, and that makes their willingness to do handstands and cartwheels make much more sense. As defeated as you are to come to that conclusion, you still enjoy some elements of their routine. They’re all hot woman, for a start. In fact, that must be part of the criteria to become a cheerleader. But even more scintillating than that is a part of the routine towards the climax. 2 groups of 4 girls each arrange themself in a square next to each other. 2 girls for each group then climb on top of the shoulders of the original group of cheerleaders, creating 2 structures made up of 6 girls each. Then, one particularly brave girl ascends to the very top of one of the groups, and then bridges the gap to the other, where she’s held up equally by each structure, connecting the two in an incredibly impressive pyramid of strength and athleticism. And a hell of a lot of balls, you posit. She must be at least 12 feet in the air, supported only by the arms of her sisters. Should just one of them fail, it’s going to be a very painful tumble to the grass below. Thankfully, that doesn’t happen. Not just thankful because somebody injuring themself would both be tragic and painful to watch, but because the girl at the top of the pyramid seems to be the most beautiful of the bunch. Right now, you’ve got a clear view of her, and elevated as she is, you’re helpless to compare her to an angel. The routine lasts the length of the song, and once the pop track commences the tell tale rallentando heralding the end, the girls give a “Go Mountain Lions!” to the thunderous applause of the crowd, and skip off the pitch where they have a bench ready for them on the side. No matter how exhausted they must be, their smiles, not during their performance, nor during their exit, leave their face. [[14-1 Football 4<-Continue]]

In comparison to the pre game display of both beauty and stamina, the football game that follows is a violent brawl, where at several points during game, you figure that someone has to have broken a limb. Tackles that would both have you on the ground, and begging for an ambulance, only result in a brief pause for the players, and they get up with such intensity that it might as well be a kip-up. You manage to identify Kyle during one of the more dangerous tackles, and remember his number as being “11”. While little more than an assumption, you figure it must be because that’s how big his dick is - in inches. $Jen hasn’t give you a specific figure before, but she has used the words “monster” and “vagina wrecker”, so if you’re wrong, you’re probably not far off. Also from $Jen ‘s words, she’s never described him as a “smart” man, or even one with a good personality. Of course, those things aren’t incompatible with being a football player, but it does make you wonder if having a big dick is the only thing she values him for. And if so, what made her choose him over the rest of the team? Did she just so happen to meet him first? Is he as willing to fuck as she is? Does he have the biggest disk of the entire squad? If so, did $Jen compare him to the guy with the biggest dick on the baseball team, the swimming team, or the wrestling team? You shrug your shoulders, knowing that you’ll probably never get those answers, because that would require talking to $Jen or Kyle, and as a general rule, you’d prefer not to. [[14-1 Football 5<-Continue]]

The cheerleaders return during a mid game break, thankfully, juxtaposing once more the sometimes random and often structured danger of the football game with the purported effortlessness and grace with which the cheerleaders perform their routine. This one is a little less terrifying than their initial dance, but it is longer, probably to give the players a longer break. Though she doesn’t have a leading role as before, the woman who played the dorsal part of the pyramid catches and maintains your attention, even though her movements are identical to her fellow cheerleaders. There’s just something intangible about her that you can’t shake. Sadly, the mid game entertainment disappears, and the football restarts. You’d actually forgotten the whole //scoring// part of the game, though the voice from the tannoy reiterates the score as the claxon sounds, signalling the resumption. Turns out, the Morton Mountain Lions are trailing by a wide margin, with just over the half the points of the Washerbee Whales. In response, the Morton coach is much more vocal this half, yelling names like he were a witch putting a curse on them. As the game burns on to just 2 minutes remaining, the Mountain Lions reduce that lead notably, until they’re just one point from tying. There’s 20 seconds left now, and Kyle adeptly intercepts a charging enemy player who was mere inches from touchdown, taking the ball as he tackled the enemy. 17 seconds left to go, and Kyle realizes that he’s the only hope for his team. Sprinting like the fate of the world depended on him, he charges past the few members of the opposition on the Morton side of the field, narrowly avoiding being tackled himself as he crosses the halfway marker. 9 seconds left to go, and Kyle masterfully fakes out a player who was moving to intercept him, acting like he would take a greater curve in order to avoid him, before pulling back and dashing around the other side of the frustrated opponent. 5 seconds remaining, and a pair of defenders simultaneously dive at him, the fingertips of one of them barely slipping off Kyle’s calf. 2 seconds left… [[14-1 Football 6<-Continue]]

<<set $FootballKyle to 0>>\ <<set $H to $H + 2>>\ “No!” The home team crowd scream, simultaneously getting up, many of them slamming hands on their head in disbelief. One defender, perhaps the only person on the field capable of matching Kyle’s speed, runs through the man like a charging elephant, sending the ball shooting into the air as the two men collapse together. The claxon blares, spelling the end of the game, and victory for the Washerbee Whales. <hr> Following the post game proceedings, you try to find the almost-hero of the game, and discover him in a predictably crushed state. After disappearing into the locker room for 15 minutes or so, he is now out, alone, sat against a wall, head in his hands. Apart from him, the field is barren of people. Mostly. Over on the other side of the pitch, tapping on her phone, you see the cheerleader who captured your heart with little more than a dance move. [[14-1 Football Kyle<-Approach Kyle]] [[14-1 Football Cheerleader<-Approach the cheerleader]]

“Hey,” you call out, immediately regretting that that’s the best greeting you can give. Kyle looks up, but doesn’t respond. “You were incredible - you nearly won the game!” “Nearly.” He repeats, lingering on the word. “That doesn’t count for anything.” “Sure it does. I doubt anyone else playing could have pulled of what you did. And maybe you couldn’t make it all the way to the finish line today, but now you can play better next time because of the mistakes you made today.” “Not getting tackled is football 101.” “And you nailed it - seeing the way you dodged the first few guys was incredible!” “None of them count if I can’t make it past a single one.” “Which you couldn’t do //today//. But next time? Why not?!” He sighs, but sits up slightly. “That’s more encouragement than I got from my coach, at least. Or my girlfriend.” “Your coach probably knows better than I do. $Jen …well, like I said, she was busy.” “Busy?” “Yeah.” //She seemed really invested in the TV.// “Come on, man…or whatever you go by.” He laughs. “You can be honest with me.” [[14-1 Football Kyle Truth<-Tell the truth][$FootballKyle to 1]] [[14-1 Football Kyle Lie<-Continue lying][$FootballKyle to 2]]

With a final glance towards Kyle, you approach the woman, your throat now painfully dry, and your palms slick with moisture. “Hi.” She looks up from her phone, and the smile you adored earlier immediately crosses her face. “Hey! Great game, huh?” “Brilliant, I can’t believe it got that close.” “Right?! I don’t think I’ve ever seen it be that down to the wire.” “Me neither.” You reply, not mentioning the fact that you’re as familiar with football as you are the surface of Mars. “You were great, too!” “Aww, thank you!” She blushes. “Have you ever thought about joining?” She asks, and you now recall your Farrix uniform. “Me? I don’t think I could ever do something like what you did.” “Everyone’s got to start somewhere. Maybe I could even give you some private lessons.” She suggests, making her smile even wider. “That’d…” you struggle to clear your throat, which now feels like a desert, “...that’d be nice.” “Great! How about you hand me your phone, and I’ll give you my number.” “Sure!” Unsurprisingly, your response is given eagerly, but you promise to calm down. Women don’t love it when you sweat over them. Handing her your phone, she navigates to the contact app, then select the button to create a new profile. Abruptly, there’s a vibration from your phone, and there's a pop up message. “Sissy, how’d the game go? Kyle’s being a pansy and not messaging me.” “That’s my…friend.” “Sissy…” she ponders, staring at you. “You know, I actually need to get going.” Handing your phone back, she breaks into a light jog towards the field’s exit. “But I’d really like to try cheerleading!” Your response falls on deaf ears. Once again your reputation proves impossible to overcome. Shaking your head, you glance to where Kyle was to see that spot is now vacant, and the man is nowhere in sight. [[14-1 Football Home<-Continue]]

“Alright, maybe she was just feeling tired.” You relent. “I knew it.” “But I’m sure she wanted to come.” “Do you really think that?” “...alright, maybe not. But football’s not for everyone.” “And fancy French restaurants aren’t my thing.” “There’s always some give-and-take in any relationship.” You reply, as though you’re well versed in the topic. “Sure, but she seems to be doing a lot more taking than giving.” On the one hand, that’s hard to argue with. On the other, being honest with the man might crush his spirits even more. Still, you confessed that $Jen didn’t want to come, so there can’t be much harm in being even more truthful, right? “From the entire time I’ve known her, I can’t disagree.” “The sex is great, though.” <<if $FCuck is 1>> “Oh, I know. I can hear everything quite easily.”<</if>> He shakes his head, standing up. “I’m probably just overthinking this. Right now, I’m pissed, exhausted, and smell like ass. I need a shower, then a long sleep.” “That’s the spirit.” After exiting the Morton grounds together, he heads in a separate direction, wishing you a genuine farewell. [[14-1 Football Home<-Continue]]

“She wanted to come. But she had one teacher at school rail her for a bad piece of work, then a detention…she practically collapsed the moment she got in the house.” He nods his head, seemingly convinced, though clearly still upset. “Sounds a lot like what happened the last time we had a game.” “She’s got some harsh teachers; we both do.” “Yeah…I guess so.” He shakes his head, standing up. “I’m probably just overthinking this. Right now, I’m pissed, exhausted, and smell like ass. I need a shower, then a long sleep.” “That’s the spirit.” After exiting the Morton grounds together, he heads in a separate direction, wishing you a genuine farewell. [[14-1 Football Home<-Continue]]

<<set $H to $H + 2>>\ Arriving home, you almost expect $Jen to be on top of you in the same way that she was when you returned from Farrix. Instead, you enter the lounge to see her fixed firmly on the couch, incognisant to your presence. That, or she cares so little that she doesn’t bother to ask how the game went. “Your boyfriend did great.” $Jen doesn’t flinch at your announcement, and she also doesn’t turn to face you. “I’m sure I would have been so proud.” She half-heartedly replies. Shaking your head, you head to the bedroom. [[Jen End of Content<-Continue]]