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This game is Erotic fiction and is for Adults only. Some of it's themes and gameplay come under BDSM. All the characters in this game are adults.<br/><br/>
The scenarios depicted are all fantasy intended to thrill, so please don't use the characters and situations as a template for any of your personal relationships. If this inspires you to try anything kinky, practice it safely and responsibly!<br/><br/>
Feel free to go into the game straight away if you want to go spoiler-free, but if there are certain topics you want to avoid then [[please click here|StoryContains]] to check a list of topics in this game. Please do not play the game if you wish to avoid such things.<br/><br/>
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Currently exclusive for Patreons!<br/>
(Not recommended for first playthrough)
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<div class="faqLink faqMore" id="faqButton1" onclick="$('#panelFAQ1').slideToggle();$('#faqButton1').toggleClass(['faqLess', 'faqMore']);"><strong>What is Ready to Reform about?</strong></div>
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You roleplay as an adult male who is sent to live in a 'Personal Growth Center', and figure out how to adapt to your new life there. Though at first it may seem like an environment designed to confine you, it could potentially open you up in some ways...<br/><br/>
You can assume that in most situations, your character is a reliable narrator. This means when you select their memories you are defining parts of the past and present. If you do another playthrough, some characters may seem like different people because they essentially are, due to your influence on the story.<br/>
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<div class="faqLink faqMore" id="faqButton2" onclick="$('#panelFAQ2').slideToggle();$('#faqButton2').toggleClass(['faqLess', 'faqMore']);"><strong>Tips for enjoying the game</strong></div>
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- This game is wordy and focuses on story, so do take your time to read it. Consider saving your game and taking breaks between larger story sections.<br/><br/>
- Decisions and responses you make vary in importance. Carefully consider them, but don't stress too much over anything. Try going with what feels natural to you, or roleplay as a certain type of person.<br/><br/>
- There is no back button for most passages! Be aware of that when you make decisions. If you really want, you can regularly save your game and reload if you really want to see another option (but that seems less fun!)<br/><br/>
- For later in the game, there is a <a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Qsi0x5Fc0KJXEYMGALlMhWeg69ydiVbLSdRUafSFc18/edit#heading=h.hw3fpbra39sk" target="_blank">walkthrough</a>. It's very easy to see spoilers though, and is not recommended for your first playthough. Don't let that recommendation stop you using it if you'd prefer to.<br/><br/>
- The game is still in development, stats will eventually be more useful than they are now. Don't worry too much about them yet. <br/>
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<div class="faqLink faqMore" id="faqButton3" onclick="$('#panelFAQ3').slideToggle();$('#faqButton3').toggleClass(['faqLess', 'faqMore']);"><strong>Additional thanks</strong></div>
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Many thanks ChapelR for their custom macros, some of which are used in this game. Thank you to the <a href="https://tfgames.site/index.php" target="_blank">TFGames community</a> and <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/twinegames/" target="_blank">r/TwineGames</a> for helping me learn Twine and overcome problems.<br/><br/>
Thank you to all Patreon supporters for your kind support and generosity which is helping make this game the best it can be.<br/>
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<div class="faqLink faqMore" id="faqButton4" onclick="$('#panelFAQ4').slideToggle();$('#faqButton4').toggleClass(['faqLess', 'faqMore']);"><strong>Want to help improve the game?</strong></div>
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<a href="https://patreon.com/user?u=86744336&utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=join_link" target="_blank">You can help support the game on Patreon.</a> You'll get game updates before the free version, be able to take part in polls on the game's development, and more.<br/><br/>
With enough support hopefully I can work on the project full-time someday. This will speed up completion of the project and give the time needed to make the final version of the game the best it can be.<br/><br/>
<a class="noIcon" href="https://www.patreon.com/bePatron?u=86744336" data-patreon-widget-type="become-patron-button" target="_blank"><img src="images/extras/PatreonButtonImg.jpg" alt="PatreonLink" class="storyImage"></a>
You can also come talk about the game on Discord: (<a href="https://discord.gg/r5MweUzSAD" target="_blank">R2R Discord</a>). It's a great place to chat about the game, and there's a section for reporting bugs and feedback. If you find any bugs, spelling mistakes or story contradictions, please report them, with as much info as possible.<br/><br/>
I'm working hard to make a fun and thrilling game, hopefully with interesting insights into certain kinds of kinks. I hope you find it worthwhile of your time...
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<div class="faqLink faqMore" id="faqButton5" onclick="$('#panelFAQ5').slideToggle();$('#faqButton5').toggleClass(['faqLess', 'faqMore']);"><strong>Wait, the game is in Alpha? Why is it V.1 then?</strong></div>
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I didn't know correct version numbering conventions before publishing (ಥ_ಥ)<br/>
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<div class="faqLink faqMore" id="faqButton6" onclick="$('#panelFAQ6').slideToggle();$('#faqButton6').toggleClass(['faqLess', 'faqMore']);"><strong>Even more info...</strong></div>
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For more info about the game and it's future, <a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1qW6IdOCrTdkPSThypsNJZ8inLj99yU8Rx1F---mMBN8/edit#heading=h.3544cgr8v9x8" target="_blank">check out this FAQ</a>. It's best to play the game first before checking this out though!<br/>
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<<elseif $deadlineCounter is 1>> Deadline: <span class="storyCaptionUIEmphasis">$deadlineCounter day left</span>
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Activity Points: <span class="storyCaptionUIEmphasis">$ap/2</span><br/>
<span class='moneyUI'>Money: <span class="storyCaptionUIEmphasis"><span>$</span>$money</span></span><br/><br/>
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You found yourself in a drab room without windows. The buzz of the lights above you only added to the irritation you were already feeling.<br/><br/>
A mildly overweight detective inspector sitting opposite you took a loud slurp of his coffee; almost certainly he wanted to put you on edge. His eyes lazily read a sheet of information that was seemingly regarding you. As he put it down he let out a tired sigh.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Detective:</span> "Pfft... Ok, first I need to check these details here are correct. I'm sure you understand it's in your best interest to be 100% honest here with me today, unless it's more trouble you wanted. Let's confirm the basics first..."<br/><br/>
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<<textbox "$name" "Jamie">><br/>
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<img src="images/scenes/a1.jpg" alt="Detective writing down details" class="storyImage"><span class="male">Detective:</span> "Thank you, $name. I hope you'll continue to cooperate, it's much nicer when these things go smoothly."<br/><br/>
"I have to say, the description of your crime written down here doesn't paint you in a good light. Would you mind describing it in your own words?"<br/><br/>
You know you're guilty and the proof against you is overwhelming. There's no way to make your crime sound better, and lieing would just waste time.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[I own a coffee shop where I... laundered money for a friend of mine. He was... very insistent.|Prologue1][$subStat += 1; $playerCrime = "launder"; $prologue1State = "a2"]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[I hacked into a website to get... private content. An adult one. In the process I accidentally deleted it.|Prologue1][$pervStat += 1; $playerCrime = 'hacker'; $prologue1State = "a2"]]</div>
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<span class="male">Detective:</span> "Alright, and it says here you have a girlfriend. Could you state her name for the record, please."<br/><br/>
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<<textbox "$gf" "Jenny">><br/>
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The detective made a non-verbal sound of approval that acknowledged you were being honest, before giving you a scrutinizing stare. He was preparing to gauge your upcoming reaction.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Detective:</span> "Tell me, what was $gf's involvement in regards to this?"<br/><br/>
You skewed your eyes in confusion. $gf had nothing to do with any of this! What the hell was this guy talking about?<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Excuse me?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Detective:</span>" Surely she must of at least noticed something, eh?"<br/><br/>
Panic rose in your voice...<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Woah, now wait a minute! She didn't do anything! How could you even think that-"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Detective:</span> "Alright, alright! Calm down will ya? We didn't have any evidence to suggest it, but I wouldn't be doing my job if I'd didn't check every avenue. She's not in any trouble - which is more than I can say for you."<br/><br/>
Despite the relief you suddenly felt, your heart beat was pounding. If you were going to be away for a decent amount of time, which right now seemed highly likely, the thought that she would be unable to visit you was unbearable.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Detective:</span> "Let's move on to someone who actually was involved in this, your friend. The description I have here mentions that you've know each other for a while. Oh, and that's interesting - the report here says he's the same age as you. We've already got him as you're no doubt aware, but for corroboration purposes I'm going to need you to confirm his name."<br/><br/>
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<<textbox "$mate" "Victor">><br/>
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He nodded in affirmation. It seemed he had verified everything he had to, and was ready to show you everything he had uncovered from his investigation. It was an extraordinarily accurate breakdown, one which left you no room to contest.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Detective:</span> "Right, that settles things. Thank you for your cooperation, $name. We'll just move you to a cell to hold you a little longer before the next step in the process."<br/><br/>
Your cheeks felt red hot from all these admissions, it felt awful to be exposed to your crimes... to feel judged for what you had become. You never saw yourself ever being in a situation like this, but sometimes our lives don't turn out how we expect.<br/><br/>
From here you knew that serving time was inevitable. Before you knew it, your court date had arrived. Not wishing to hide your crimes, you pled guilty.<br/><br/>
You could see $gf was ashamed as she looked on the proceedings, though her embarrassment seemed more for her own reputation than yours.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zgf1.jpg" alt="your girlfriend with her arms crossed in frustration" class="storyImage">As her parents consoled her, her father glared at you, his face scowling with a look of hard disapproval. He had never liked you, and this just made his earlier low estimation of you correct, in his opinion at least.<br/><br/>
Your own parents had wanted nothing to do with any of this, not even appearing at court. While sparing you from further awkwardness, it was clear you wouldn't be getting any support from them.<br/><br/>
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The judge sternly called on you to rise for your sentence. The shame of this whole ordeal was almost overwhelming, but you did your best to focus and listen...<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Judge:</span> "...Sir, I hope you understand that while your straight admission of guilt here today has shown you have some good character, your crimes must still be taken seriously.<br/><br/>
I believe you are not beyond redemption. It appears that as of recent, you have lived quite aimlessly. That you have not discovered yourself and thus become lost enough to turn to crime.<br/><br/>
Due to the limit of prison spaces, a new option is being trialled by the state, one which aims for 'personal growth of criminals in the hopes of rehabilitation'. It is a center that is only for male adults, such as yourself. Admittedly, this is what some critics might disparage as a somewhat 'new age' option, yet I believe it would be beneficial to not only yourself, but society as well. Make no mistake, you will not be a free man.<br/><br/>
I order, as I am required to do by law, that you are stationed for at least 18 months at Grenton Personal Development Center. You will be expected to grow into a better citizen, else your time there may be increased. I assure you, this time is far less than you would have if I sentenced you to prison. You will not be allowed to leave the center's grounds, so I recommend you use this chance wisely to become someone of worth. Your time there is set to begin immediately."<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/a5.jpg" alt="Judge gavel" class="storyImage">Wait, no prison sentence? You couldn't believe your luck, though you were perplexed by the thought of what this so called 'new age' option may be like. There was no time to process how your life would change from now, nor what 18 months of your life being forfeit would do to you. You looked desperately at $gf but only caught a split second glance of her before you were escorted out of court.<br/><br/>
This was all so sudden, and with little time to get to grip with things, it felt impossible to really understand the odd nature of your sentence. One of the guards saw your confusion and made clear what would happen next. First, you were going to be taken to a medical evaluation, and if all of that was fine, you'd be transported to Grenton immediately after.<br/><br/>
18 months; that was all you could think of. Stuck with a bunch of criminals... for 18 months.<br/><br/>
As the guards delivered you to a medical professional, you became lost in stressful thoughts, your mind turning to fog...<br/><br/>
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<span class="male">Driver:</span> "Well here's where we drop you gentlemen... Grenton Personal Development Center. Step out the van, come along now, single file."<br/><br/>
You and two others exited as you were told. Your mind was on autopilot throughout the checks and procedures by center staff. Despite the claims of being 'new age', the security here seemed pretty serious.<br/><br/>
At the center's entrance, you were handed the personal belongings you provided earlier, starting with a small collection of the very few clothes you were allowed to bring; they were just some casual plain items.<br/><br/>
Along with center issued towels and basic hygiene items, they also gave you your CD walkman and headphones. Phones and mp3 players aren't allowed, unfortunately.<br/><br/>
You were also allowed to bring some personal photographs, all of yours were pictures of $gf. They reminded you of some nice memories, but right now you were too upset to look at them.<br/><br/>
Finally the staff made you aware of a paltry $10 worth of money in your account. You could spend it on phone calls, as well as what little items the center's commissary would sell you.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer:</span> "This way now, follow me", said an officer of some sort, as he beckoned you over.<br/><br/>
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He introduced himself as Officer Dabern. As he went through outlining the center's daily routine to you, he spoke with an air of indifference.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer Dabern:</span> "Roll call is at 7.30AM everyday, so make sure you're awake! Don't make an officer come in and get you."<br/><br/>
"You can get your meals from the cafeteria. If you miss a meal, that's on you. Still hungry? Buy something from commissary. We lock you in your rooms at 7pm."<br/><br/>
"There are activities you can participate in to improve yourself, or a few jobs to make a little money. Spend your time productively."<br/><br/>
You got the impression that the Officer was bored as he explained the place to you. He never made eye contact with you, it seemed like you were just another common criminal to him.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer Dabern:</span> "You know, for a place full of felons involuntarily packed together, the people here aren't half bad. This place has been far easier to patrol than the prisons I used to work in - I'm not sure why though. Despite the relative peacefulness and the 'personal growth' bullshit it doesn't seem that different to me. Anyway, do us a favor and try to keep it that way."<br/><br/>
"Here we are: Room number 4, Block D. Hope you like it because you'll be seeing a lot of it. It's yours."<br/><br/>
<img src="images/locations/room.jpg" alt="Your room in Grenton" class="storyImage">A plain looking room, with a small set of drawers, a sink and a toilet. On the top of a bunk bed was a man who seemed to be in his early sixties. He repositioned himself from lying on the bed to reach over and shake your hand. You introduced yourself.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Michael:</span> "$name was it? I'm Michael."<br/><br/>
[[Next|Prologue1][$prologue1State = "a8"]]
<<elseif $prologue1State is 'a8'>>
<img src="images/scenes/Zmichael.jpg" alt="your room mate Michael" class="storyImage">You and Michael talked for a while. He seemed like a pleasant enough guy, although perhaps it was only because you were so agreeable with his suggestions for sharing the room together.<br/><br/>
You asked for more clarification on how things worked here but he just repeated the same things Officer Dabern did. This place sure did sound unusual, though not unpleasant at least.<br/><br/>
There seemed like there wasn't much accountability, with no one measuring your improvement and very few officers inside the center itself. Just pick up some hobbies, serve out your time and stay out of trouble seemed to be how things were. The 'new age' claims were apparently correct. From what you learned so far it sounded far better than any prison!<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Michael:</span> "...okay, that settles things. I'm easy to get on with generally; if you don't bother me, I won't bother you. Now then, I'm going to catch up on my book for a bit... I'll leave you to get your bearings."<br/><br/>
You got the impression Michael doesn't get involved with others in here if he can avoid it. At his age, maybe he didn't feel a need to fit in with the younger inhabitants.<br/><br/>
Even though your circumstance was starting to set in, you still felt a little lost here. So this is it: 'Grenton Personal Growth Center'. This is your life now.<br/><br/>
You sighed deeply, realizing you should probably get out your room and explore your new situation further. Feeling unsure of what to actually do, you decided to head to the mess room in the hopes of discovering how to spend your time here.<br/><br/>
[[Next|Mess Room]]
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $ap is 0>>
<<if $visitorTodayState gt 0>>
<div class="centerLinks">
You've got a visitor today! You didn't have the energy to squeeze anymore activites in before spending time with them, so you headed to the Visitor's room to meet them.<br/>
[[Go to visitors|Visitors]]<br/>
</div>
<<else>>
<div class="centerLinks">
[[You're out of energy, better go back to the room|Room]]<br/>
</div>
<</if>>
<<else>>
The mess room has a map of the center's layout. You looked over it wondering where you should go...<br/><br/>
<div class="centerLinks">
<<if $storyState is 0>>
[[Go to cafeteria|Cafeteria]]<br/>
[[Go to library|Library]]<br/>
[[Go to room|Room]]<br/>
[[Go to commissary|Commissary]]<br/>
<<elseif $storyState is 1>>
[[Go to cafeteria|Cafeteria]]<br/>
[[Go to library|Library]]<br/>
[[Go to room|Room]]<br/>
[[Go to commissary|Commissary]]<br/>
[[Go to the phones|Phones]]<br/>
<<elseif $storyState is 2>>
[[Go to cafeteria|Cafeteria]]<br/>
[[Go to library|Library]]<br/>
[[Go to room|Room]]<br/>
[[Go to commissary|Commissary]]<br/>
[[Go to the phones|Phones]]<br/>
<<elseif $storyState is 3>>
[[Go to cafeteria|Cafeteria]]<br/>
[[Go to library|Library]]<br/>
[[Go to room|Room]]<br/>
[[Go to commissary|Commissary]]<br/>
[[Go to the phones|Phones]]<br/>
[[Go to visitors|Visitors]]<<if $visitorTodayState gt 0>> <span class="visitorNotification">(!)</span><</if>><br/>
<br/>
<<elseif $storyState is 4>>
[[Go to cafeteria|Cafeteria]]<br/>
[[Go to library|Library]]<br/>
[[Go to room|Room]]<br/>
[[Go to commissary|Commissary]]<br/>
<<elseif $deadlineState is 1 and $deadlineCounter is 0>>
A few areas are practically blocked off by Keaton's men.<br/><br/>
[[Go to cafeteria|Cafeteria]]<br/>
[[Go to library|Library]]<br/>
[[Go to room|Room]]<br/>
[[Go to workshop|Workshop]]<br/>
[[Go to gym|Gym]]<br/>
[[Go to shower room|Showers]]<br/>
[[Go to recreation room|RecreationRoom]]<br/>
[[Go to commissary|Commissary]]<br/>
[[Go to officer's room|OfficersRoom]]<br/>
[[Go to clinic|Clinic]]<br/>
<<else>>
[[Go to cafeteria|Cafeteria]]<br/>
[[Go to library|Library]]<br/>
[[Go to room|Room]]<br/>
[[Go to visitors|Visitors]]<<if $visitorTodayState gt 0>> <span class="visitorNotification">(!)</span><</if>><br/>
[[Go to the phones|Phones]] <<if $phoneCallNotification is 'Yes' and $daysSinceCalledGf gte 1>> <span class="phoneNotification">(There's a call you need to make)</span><</if>><br/>
[[Go to workshop|Workshop]]<br/>
[[Go to gym|Gym]]<br/>
[[Go to shower room|Showers]]<br/>
[[Go to recreation room|RecreationRoom]]<br/>
[[Go to commissary|Commissary]]<br/>
[[Go to officer's room|OfficersRoom]]<br/>
[[Go to clinic|Clinic]]<br/>
<<showFocusUI>>
<</if>>
</div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><img src="images/locations/cafeteria.jpg" alt="cafeteria" class="storyImage"><<nobr>>
<<if $storyState is 0>>You were relieved to find the cafeteria still open and serving food. It's a surprisingly modern looking facility; motivating words decorate the walls, which seems in keeping with the Personal Growth theming.<br/><br/>
You grabbed a tray for your food and waited in line. Today's meal looks like it's mashed potatoes, boiled vegetables, and some kind of minced meat in an unidentifiable sloppy red sauce. Oh, and there's a yogurt pot for dessert. Not bad, but not particularly good either. Right now you were more concerned about where you should sit once you got your meal.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">???: </span>“Hey, never seen your face here.”<br/><br/>
You turned around to the voice behind you in the queue.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">???: </span>“I'm Dean, good to meet ya!”<br/><br/>
He outreached his hand, and your years of conditioned politeness made you automatically shake it while introducing yourself.<br/><br/>
Dean had a friendly, youthful face that was peppered with stubble. It was funny to you how normal all the fellow criminals in here looked, nobody looked as intimidating as you had imagined. The hoody, jogging bottoms and trainers he was wearing made him look like any regular guy. His short hair was a little greasy from what looked like too much product, but he had that air of friendly confidence of someone comfortable in their own skin.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>“Listen, I don’t wish this place on anyone, that said, it's nice to get some new company around here, right?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>“I guess so. Not to be rude but I wish it wasn’t me!”<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>“Ha, same here bud.”<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zdean.jpg" alt="picture of Dean" class="storyImage">He released his grip from the handshake, only for you to realize he’d jumped ahead of you in the queue! Your face couldn’t hide your shock.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>“Aay, sorry! It’s just how it is y'know… can’t expect someone not to take advantage! Let that be your first lesson here about Grenton.”<br/><br/>
While annoying, it’s not worth making a big deal out of. Plus it felt like Dean had taught you something valuable, even if it was at your expense.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>“No lie though, it is genuinely good to meet you. A few friends of mine are sitting at that table over there, come join us once they’ve plated up your slop.”<br/><br/>
[[Join Dean’s friends|Prologue2][$prologue2State = "b1"]]
<<elseif $storyState is 1>>
No jobs are open to the newcomers yet, so you went for an early lunch. You didn’t feel half as anxious as you were yesterday.<br/><br/>
It seemed Dean and the others weren’t here yet, in fact nobody is! You didn't mind some alone time, and found a nice spot to sit by yourself. Halfway through your meal, a new face sat beside you.<br/><br/>
[[See who it is|Prologue2][$prologue2State = "b3"]]
<<elseif $storyState is 4>>
You realized Keaton never told you where to take the panties, but he should probably be somewhere in the cafeteria. Through squinted eyes you tried to make him out in the crowd of inhabitants, before suddenly seeing a muscular arm waving you over. It was him alright, although it looked like he was in the middle of eating.<br/><br/>
Sat with him was... $mate! It was about time you bumped into him.<br/><br/>
[[Sit with them|Prologue2][$prologue2State = "b11"]]
<<elseif $storyState is 6 and $deanAdvisedDom is 1 and $cafeSissyDominated is 0>>
You walked into the cafeteria slowly while you eyed up the people inside. Dean was right. New people had arrived... the search was on.<br/><br/>
[[Observe newcomers|CafeDomEvent1]]
<<else>>
<div class="centerLinks">
There's nothing going on in the cafeteria right now.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]
</div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><img src="images/locations/library.jpg" alt="library" class="storyImage"><<nobr>>
<<if $storyState gte 5>>
The library is a large one. Nice and quiet too, with only around a dozen inhabitants who are mostly just reading by themselves. A few people are shuffling through the shelves while some are studying at desks. The books aren't in the best condition but there seems to be plenty to choose from.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Ahem... either settle down to reading, or leave. We do not desire any disturbances here!"<br/><br/>
<<if $ap gt 0>>
<div class="centerLinks">What will you read?<br/><br/>
[[Read something with charismatic figures and endearing characters.|readCharm][$charmStat += 1]]<br/>
[[Read daring stories of fearless individuals and their experiences.|readCourage][$courageStat += 1]]<br/>
[['Read' something a little more... naughty.|readPerv][$pervStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<<else>>
<div class="centerLinks">You're too exhausted to pay attention right now. Reading would be pointless.</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<if Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Wednesday' or Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Thursday' or Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Monday' or Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Saturday'>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>
<div class="centerLinks">You also notice Khan sat by himself at one of the desks, looks like he is studying.<br/>
[[Speak to Khan.|KhanLibrary]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<else>>
This library must be the quietest place in Grenton. A few people are shuffling through the shelves quietly and studying at desks. The books aren't in the best condition but there seems to be plenty to read. There's nothing for you to check out right now though.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="centerLinks">[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]</div>
<</nobr>><img src="images/locations/room.jpg" alt="room" class="storyImage"><<nobr>>
<div class="centerLinks">
[[Talk to Michael|Michael]]<br/>
[[Change clothes|Wardrobe]]<br/>
<<if $deadlineState is 1 and $deadlineCounter is 0>>
Today is the day you have to meet Keaton and his crew.<br/>
[[Make your arrangements and go to Keaton's event|c1]]<br/>
<<elseif $storyState is 5>>(Keaton said there would be instructions under the bed)<br/>
<<elseif $visitorTodayState gt 0>>
You had a visitor today - you weren't going to sleep until you'd seen them.<br/>
<<else>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Paper')>>[[Check notes on paper|Notes]]<br/>
<</if>>
[[Go to sleep|Sleep]]<br/>
<</if>>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]
</div>
<<if $storyState is 5>>
<br/>
<div class="choice">[[Look under your bed for the note|Prologue3][$prologue3State = "b14"]]
</div><br/>
<</if>>
<</nobr>> <<nobr>>
<img src="images/locations/visitors.jpg" alt="visitors" class="storyImage">
<div class="centerLinks">
<<if $visitorTodayState is 1>>$gf is here to visit you today.<br/>
<<if $storyState is 3>>
[[Visit her|Prologue2][$prologue2State = "b8"]]
<<elseif $storyState is 6>>
[[Visit her|cGfEvent2][$visitorTodayState = 0]]
<<else>>
Something wrong, Vistor room States.
<</if>>
<<else>>There is nobody here to visit you today.<br/>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]
<</if>>
</div>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<div class="centerLinks"><<back>></div><br/>
<<if $playerInventory.isEmpty()>>
<<else>>
<div class="inventoryItemStashDiv">
<<if $storyPath is 'sissy'>><div class="inventoryItemStashTitle inventoryItemStashTitleSSY">Your item stash</div><<else>><div class="inventoryItemStashTitle">Your item stash</div><</if>><br/>
<<showInventoryItems>>
</div>
<</if>>
<br/><br/>
<div class="inventoryItemStashDiv">
<<if $storyPath is 'sissy'>><div class="inventoryItemStashTitle inventoryItemStashTitleSSY">Your current outfit</div><<else>><div class="inventoryItemStashTitle">Your current outfit</div><</if>><br/>
<<if $playerHair.isEmpty()>><<else>><<showHairsWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerHead.isEmpty()>><<else>><<showHeadsWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerEarring.isEmpty()>><<else>><<showEarringsWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerNeck.isEmpty()>><<else>><<showNecksWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerWrist.isEmpty()>><<else>><<showWristsWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerTop.isEmpty()>><<else>><<showTopsWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerBra.isEmpty()>><<else>><<showBrasWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerGarter.isEmpty()>><<else>><<showGartersWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwear.isEmpty()>><<else>><<showUnderwearsWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerBottom.isEmpty()>><<else>><<showBottomsWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerAnkle.isEmpty()>><<else>><<showAnklesWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerFeet.isEmpty()>><<else>><<showFeetsWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerAcc1.isEmpty()>><<else>><<showAcc1sWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerAcc2.isEmpty()>><<else>><<showAcc2sWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerAcc3.isEmpty()>><<else>><<showAcc3sWidget>><</if>>
</div>
<br/><br/>
<div class="inventoryItemStashDiv">
<<if $playerHeads.isEmpty() and $playerEarrings.isEmpty() and $playerNecks.isEmpty() and $playerWrists.isEmpty() and $playerTops.isEmpty() and $playerBras.isEmpty() and $playerBottoms.isEmpty() and $playerUnderwears.isEmpty() and $playerGarters.isEmpty() and $playerAnkles.isEmpty() and $playerFeets.isEmpty() and $playerAcc1s.isEmpty() and $playerAcc2s.isEmpty() and $playerAcc3s.isEmpty()>>
<<else>>
<<if $storyPath is 'sissy'>><div class="inventoryItemStashTitle inventoryItemStashTitleSSY">Clothing you've collected</div><<else>><div class="inventoryItemStashTitle">Clothing you've collected</div><</if>>
<br/>
<<if $playerHairs.isEmpty()>><<else>><<listHairsOwnedWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerHeads.isEmpty()>><<else>><<listHeadsOwnedWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerEarrings.isEmpty()>><<else>><<listEarringsOwnedWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerNecks.isEmpty()>><<else>><<listNecksOwnedWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerWrists.isEmpty()>><<else>><<listWristsOwnedWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerTops.isEmpty()>><<else>><<listTopsOwnedWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerBras.isEmpty()>><<else>><<listBrasOwnedWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerGarters.isEmpty()>><<else>><<listGartersOwnedWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwears.isEmpty()>><<else>><<listUnderwearsOwnedWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerBottoms.isEmpty()>><<else>><<listBottomsOwnedWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerAnkles.isEmpty()>><<else>><<listAnklesOwnedWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerFeets.isEmpty()>><<else>><<listFeetsOwnedWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerAcc1s.isEmpty()>><<else>><<listAcc1sOwnedWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerAcc2s.isEmpty()>><<else>><<listAcc2sOwnedWidget>><</if>>
<<if $playerAcc3s.isEmpty()>><<else>><<listAcc3sOwnedWidget>><</if>>
<</if>>
</div>
<br/>
<div class="centerLinks"><<back>></div>
<</nobr>><<set $versionNumber to '1.010'>>
---
STATES (newest to oldest)
---
<<set $prologue1State to 'unknown'>>
<<set $prologue2State to 'unknown'>>
<<set $prologue3State to 'unknown'>>
<<set $testingSelector to 'unknown'>>
<<set $storySkipToolState to 0>>
<<set $deadlineState to 0>>
<<set $deadlineCounter to 9999>>
<<set $nextDeadlineState to 0>>
<<set $nextDeadlineDelay to -1>>
<<set $rangGf to 0>>
<<set $storyState to 0>>
<<set $michaelState to 0>>
<<set $visitorTodayState to 0>>
<<set $visitorTomorrowState to 0>>
<<set $smoothBody to 0>>
<<set $smoothDaysLeft to 0>>
---
PLAYER CHOICES
---
<<set $playerCrime to 'unknown'>>
<<set $playerHistory to 'unknown'>>
<<set $playerTriedPanties to 'unknown'>>
<<set $playerStartType to 'unknown'>>
<<set $playerVirgin to 'yes'>>
<<set $libido to 'Normal'>>
<<set $libidoLevel to 0>>
<<set $mateHistory to 'unknown'>>
<<set $mateType to 'unknown'>>
<<set $deanAdvised to 0>>
<<set $andersonAdvised to 0>>
<<set $khanAdvised to 0>>
<<set $deanAdvisedStraight to 0>>
<<set $andersonAdvisedStraight to 0>>
<<set $khanAdvisedStraight to 0>>
<<set $deanAdvisedSissy to 0>>
<<set $andersonAdvisedSissy to 0>>
<<set $khanAdvisedSissy to 0>>
<<set $deanAdvisedCloseted to 0>>
<<set $andersonAdvisedCloseted to 0>>
<<set $khanAdvisedCloseted to 0>>
<<set $deanAdvisedDom to 0>>
<<set $andersonAdvisedDom to 0>>
<<set $khanAdvisedDom to 0>>
<<set $andersonStraightDeal to 0>>
<<set $andersonStraightTrusted to 0>>
<<set $andersonSissyDeal = 0>>
<<set $andersonSissyTrusted = 0>>
<<set $andersonClosetedDeal = 0>>
<<set $andersonClosetedTrusted = 0>>
<<set $andersonDomDeal = 0>>
<<set $andersonDomTrusted = 0>>
<<set $gotRaymond = 0>>
<<set $khanState6Gift to 0>>
<<set $cafeSissyDominated to 0>>
<<set $uglyUnderwearPicked to 0>>
<<set $sexyUnderwearPicked to 0>>
<<set $playerSexDream to 'unknown'>>
<<set $playerImaginedHotWoman to 'unknown'>>
<<set $cGfEvent2Slutty to 0>>
<<set $cGfEvent2Charming to 0>>
<<set $cGfEvent2PhoneGfRangYou to 0>>
<<set $cGfEvent2Visit to 'unknown'>>
<<set $phoneCallNotification to 'unknown'>>
<<set $openGfFollowUpCall to 0>>
<<set $daysSinceCalledGf to 0>>
<<set $heardEncouragingGfAnsweringMessage to 0>>
<<set $cGfEvent2Complete to 0>>
<<set $seenCharlieToday to 0>>
<<set $charlieDomEvent1 to 'unknown'>>
<<set $charlieDomEvent2 to 'unknown'>>
<<set $charlieConvinced to 0>>
<<set $charlieRoomState to 0>>
<<set $domEvent1 to 'unknown'>>
<<set $domEvent2 to 'unknown'>>
<<set $domEvent3 to 'unknown'>>
<<set $charliePrivateLap to 'unknown'>>
<<set $closEvent1 to 'unknown'>>
<<set $sissyAttractiveScene to 0>>
<<set $playerLikesSissies to 0>>
<<set $playerOrientation to 'unknown'>>
<<set $title to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempStrBoost to 0>>
<<set $KeatonEventStr to 0>>
<<set $gfType to 'unknown'>>
-----
SSY and SSY BF PHASE 1 (PART 2)
-----
<<set $chastityOn to 0>>
<<set $SSYstoryState to 0>>
<<set $storyPath to 'unknown'>>
<<set $mifuneIntroCounter to 0>>
<<set $DrMifuneVisited to 0>>
<<set $khanTalkedToPostKeatonEvent to 0>>
<<set $jessicaState to 0>>
<<set $enforceDwellState to 0>>
<<set $khanTalkedToPostKeatonEvent to 1>>
<<set $KeatonVisitState to 0>>
<<set $mindsetUnlocked to 0>>
<<set $shameActive to 0>>
<<set $gfBreakUpLetter to 0>>
<<set $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State to 'unknown'>>
<<set $keatonSSYAllowsChastityUnlock to 0>>
<<set $keatonCrewBondRole to 'unknown'>>
<<set $keatonCrewBondLevel to 0>>
<<set $SSYDramaRoomUnlocked to 0>>
----
SOLITARY
----
<<set $solitaryState to 'unknown'>>
<<set $cSolitaryState to 'unknown'>>
---
SOCIAL RELATIONS
---
<<set $gfLevel to 0>>
<<set $gfRespect to 5>>
<<set $mateLevel to 0>>
<<set $michaelLevel to 0>>
---
Other temp variables
---
<<set $gfWearSkirt to 0>>
<<set $seekMichaelAdvice to 'unknown'>>
---
STATS
---
<<set $subStat to 0>>
<<set $pervStat to 0>>
<<set $charmStat to 0>>
<<set $courageStat to 0>>
<<set $domStat to 0>>
<<set $strStat to 0>>
<<set $stamStat to 0>>
<<set $tonedStat to 0>>
<<set $assStat to 0>>
---
SIDEBAR
---
<<set $ap to 2>>
<<set $money to 0>>
---
DAY CYCLE
---
<<newcycle 'days' 1 1 suspend>>
<<phase 'Monday' 'Tuesday' 'Wednesday' 'Thursday' 'Friday' 'Saturday' 'Sunday'>>
<</newcycle>>
---
INVENTORIES AND EQUIPMENT
---
<<newinventory '$playerInventory' 'Wallet'>>
<<newinventory '$playerHead' 'Hat'>>
<<newinventory '$playerHeads'>>
<<newinventory '$playerHair' 'brown hair'>>
<<newinventory '$playerHairs'>>
<<newinventory '$playerEarring'>>
<<newinventory '$playerEarrings'>>
<<newinventory '$playerNeck' 'Silver chain'>>
<<newinventory '$playerNecks'>>
<<newinventory '$playerWrist' 'Silver watch'>>
<<newinventory '$playerWrists'>>
<<newinventory '$playerTop' 'Jumper'>>
<<newinventory '$playerTops'>>
<<newinventory '$playerBra'>>
<<newinventory '$playerBras'>>
$playerBraUnlocked = 'no' not used anymore?
<<newinventory '$playerBottom' 'Jeans'>>
<<newinventory '$playerBottoms'>>
<<newinventory '$playerUnderwear' 'Black boxers'>>
<<newinventory '$playerUnderwears'>>
<<newinventory '$playerGarter'>>
<<newinventory '$playerGarters'>>
$playerGarterUnlocked = 'no' not used anymore?
<<newinventory '$playerAnkle' 'Black socks'>>
<<newinventory '$playerAnkles'>>
<<newinventory '$playerFeet' 'White trainers'>>
<<newinventory '$playerFeets'>>
<<newinventory '$playerAcc1'>>
<<newinventory '$playerAcc1s'>>
<<newinventory '$playerAcc2'>>
<<newinventory '$playerAcc2s'>>
<<newinventory '$playerAcc3'>>
<<newinventory '$playerAcc3s'>>
<<newmeter '$playerPhysicalEndurance'>><<colors '#4fcb40' '#cad16e' '#dae4f2'>><</newmeter>>
<<nobr>>
<!-- Remove non sleeping items -->
<!-- Make all temp Items 'unknown' : -->
<<set $tempHeldHeadItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldHairItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldEarringItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldNeckItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldWristItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldTopItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldBraItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldBottomItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldUnderwearItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldGarterItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldAnkleItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldFeetItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldAcc1Item to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldAcc2Item to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldAcc3Item to 'unknown'>>
<!-- Set the items to be held and remove them from player: -->
<<if $playerHead.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldHeadItem to $playerHead.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerHead'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerEarring.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldEarringItem to $playerEarring.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerEarring'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerNeck.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldNeckItem to $playerNeck.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerNeck'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerWrist.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldWristItem to $playerWrist.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerWrist'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerTop.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldTopItem to $playerTop.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerTop'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerBra.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldBraItem to $playerBra.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerBra'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerBottom.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldBottomItem to $playerBottom.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerBottom'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerGarter.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldGarterItem to $playerGarter.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerGarter'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerAnkle.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldAnkleItem to $playerAnkle.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerAnkle'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerFeet.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldFeetItem to $playerFeet.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerFeet'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerAcc1.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldAcc1Item to $playerAcc1.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerAcc1'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerAcc3.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldAcc3Item to $playerAcc3.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerAcc3'>>
<</if>>
<!-- End of remove non sleeping items -->
<<if $storyState is 6 and $deadlineCounter is 10>>
It was another one of those nights where you had trouble sleeping. Not wishing to wake up Michael, you laid in bed and ruminated on your thoughts.<br/><br/>
The lack of privacy was tough to deal with, even when sharing a room with someone who kept to themself. At home you would of got up by now, watched a little TV, or maybe... porn.<br/><br/>
Just the mere thought of it stirred you. How you missed being able to watch it anytime you wanted.<br/><br/>
<<if $playerStartType is 'dom' or $playerStartType is 'straight'>>
All you had now was your imagination. With little where else for your mind to wander, you tried to conjure up something in your mind.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["A hot time with " + $gf + "."|Xdream][$playerVirgin = 'no'; $playerOrientation = 'straight'; $playerSexDream = 'timeWithGf'; $charmStat += 2]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Try picturing hot women in your mind's eye"|Xdream][$playerVirgin = 'no'; $playerOrientation = 'straight'; $playerSexDream = 'hotWomen'; $pervStat += 2]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'sissy'>>
All you had now was your imagination. With little where else for your mind to wander, you tried to conjure up something in your mind.<br/><br/>
<<if $playerVirgin is 'unknown'>>
<div class="choice">[["A fantasy of dressing up for a man, and him taking your virginity."|Xdream][$playerOrientation = 'gay'; $playerVirgin = 'yes'; $playerSexDream = 'loseVirginityFantasy'; $subStat += 2]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[["Try picturing yourself as the kind of woman you want to be like yourself."|Xdream][$playerSexDream = 'pictureYourselfAsAWoman'; $pervStat += 1; $subStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'sissybf'>>
All you had now was your imagination. With little where else for your mind to wander, you tried to conjure up something in your mind.<br/><br/>
<<if $playerVirgin is 'unknown'>>
<div class="choice">[["A fantasy of dressing up for a man, and him taking your virginity." |Xdream][$playerOrientation = 'gay'; $playerVirgin = 'yes'; $playerSexDream = 'loseVirginityFantasy'; $subStat += 2]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[["Try picturing sexy women you want to be like yourself."|Xdream][$playerSexDream = 'pictureYourselfAsAWoman'; $pervStat += 1; $subStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["A fantasy of dressing up with " + $gf + "."|Xdream][$playerSexDream = 'cdSexWithGf'; $pervStat += 1; $subStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'closeted'>>
All you had now was your imagination. With little where else for your mind to wander, you tried to conjure up something in your mind, but the stress of the Keaton situation interfered with your ideas... <br/><br/>
<<if $playerVirgin is 'unknown'>>
<div class="choice">[["Dream about finally losing your virginity..."|Xdream][$playerVirgin = 'yes'; $playerSexDream = 'closetedLoseVirginityFantasy'; $subStat += 2]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[["Remember the last time you and " + $gf +" were intimate."|Xdream][$playerOrientation = 'unknown'; $playerSexDream = 'badGfMemory'; $pervStat += 2]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Imagine what will happen to me at Keaton's event... Maybe I can think of a way to make it less bad?"|Xdream][$playerOrientation = 'gay'; $playerSexDream = 'closetedSissyFantasy'; $pervStat += 2; $subStat += 2]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $storyState is 4 and $playerTriedPanties is "unknown">>
You struggled to sleep, feeling high after seeing $gf again today. Carefully, you began to tuck her panties under your pillow; right now they were the most valuable thing you owned.<br/><br/>
<<if $playerHistory is "cd" and $playerTriedPanties is "unknown">>
<<if $contentGuidance is 1>>
<div class="contentGuidanceDisplay"><img src="images/extras/warningIcon.png" alt="Warning Icon" class="warningIcon warningIconGuidance">
Pick "Try on the panties."</div><br/><br/><</if>>
<div class="choice">[[Try on the panties.|SleepActivity]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[[Just try to sleep.|Sleep2][$playerTriedPanties = "no"]]</div>
<<elseif $sissyAttractiveScene is 1>>
<<set $sissyAttractiveScene to 0>>
Despite the amazing results you got with Charlie today, you found it hard to sleep. Your mind was racing with thoughts about this whole sissy thing.<br/><br/>
Up until now, you hadn't had much time to think about it. Charlie was someone who could look so feminine, but as she said in her own words: she wasn't a woman, she was a sissy. The visual of Charlie all dressed up was still in your mind, and you found yourself questioning how you felt about sissies after seeing her like that...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Sissies aren't attractive to you. You'd never have sex with one.|SleepActivity][$domStat += 1; $playerLikesSissies = 0]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Sissies can look pretty hot. You wouldn't rule out having sex with one.|SleepActivity][$domStat += 1; $playerLikesSissies = 1]]</div>
<<else>>
<span class="anderson">Officer: </span>"ROLL CALL... Michael!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Michael: </span>"Present."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Officer: </span>"$name!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Present!"<br/><br/>
The door's window slider slammed shut. With nothing to do, you got into bed and closed your eyes.<br/><br/>
You tossed and turn, all too aware another day of this life awaited you tomorrow...<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<</if>>
<<set $ap = 2>>
<<editcycle 'days' increment 1 resume>>
<<set $visitorTodayState to $visitorTomorrowState>>
<<set $visitorTomorrowState to 0>>
<<set $seenCharlieToday to 0>>
<<if $deadlineState gt 0>>
<<set $deadlineCounter -= 1>>
<</if>>
<<if $daysSinceCalledGf gte 0>>
<<set $daysSinceCalledGf += 1>>
<</if>>
<<if $smoothDaysLeft gt 0>>
<<set $smoothDaysLeft -=1>>
<<else>>
<<set $smoothBody = 0>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<!-- put clothes back on after sleep -->
<<if $tempHeldHeadItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerHead' $tempHeldHeadItem>>
<</if>>
<<if $tempHeldEarringItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerEarring' $tempHeldEarringItem>>
<</if>>
<<if $tempHeldNeckItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerNeck' $tempHeldNeckItem>>
<</if>>
<<if $tempHeldWristItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerWrist' $tempHeldWristItem>>
<</if>>
<<if $tempHeldTopItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerTop' $tempHeldTopItem>>
<</if>>
<<if $tempHeldBraItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerBra' $tempHeldBraItem>>
<</if>>
<<if $tempHeldBottomItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerBottom' $tempHeldBottomItem>>
<</if>>
<<if $tempHeldGarterItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerGarter' $tempHeldGarterItem>>
<</if>>
<<if $tempHeldAnkleItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerAnkle' $tempHeldAnkleItem>>
<</if>>
<<if $tempHeldFeetItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerFeet' $tempHeldFeetItem>>
<</if>>
<<if $tempHeldAcc1Item is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerAcc1' $tempHeldAcc1Item>>
<</if>>
<<if $tempHeldAcc3Item is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerAcc3' $tempHeldAcc3Item>>
<</if>>
<!-- End of put clothes back on -->
<img src="images/locations/room_awaken.jpg" alt="morning time in your room" class="storyImage">You awoke in your room. Great... another day in Grenton.<br/><br/>
<<editcycle 'days' suspend>>
<<if $storyState gte 6>>
<<set $libidoLevel +=1>>
<<if $libidoLevel is 3>>
<<set $libido to 'Horny'>>
<</if>>
<<if $libidoLevel is 6>>
<<set $libido to 'Excruciating'>>
<</if>>
<<if $libido is 'Excruciating'>>
<<set $ap to 1>>
<img src="images/scenes/ZtooHorny.gif" alt="Image of someone lucky experiencing the sweet release of pent up frustration." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
You felt too horny to think straight! In this state you were far too distracted to be productive - it saps your ability to do almost anything! You'd better find somewhere private to take care of this as soon as possible!<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $openGfFollowUpCall is 1 and $deadlineState is 1 and $deadlineCounter is 0>>
While you were getting ready, the sliding window of your door flung open with a startling clatter, and an Officer's voice called through.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Officer: </span>"Got a call for $name - it's from your significant other, apparently. If you want to take it you better get out here quick."<br/><br/>
<<link "Receive $gf's call">>
<<set $cGfEvent2PhoneGfRangYou to 1>>
<<goto "cGfEvent2Phone">>
<</link>>
<<else>>
[[Continue|Mess Room]]<br/>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><img src="images/locations/showers.jpg" alt="shower room" class="storyImage">Some of the showers aren't as pleasant as you would expect a 'Personal Development Center' to have, or in other words... they're disgusting.
There's a private shower too, but there's quite a queue for it. With the added privacy though you could really take care of your hygiene needs.
<div class="centerLinks">[[Use communal shower|Communal Shower]]
[[Queue and use private shower to maintain yourself (-1 ap)|Private Shower][$ap -= 1]]
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]</div><img src="images/locations/commissary.jpg" alt="commissary" class="storyImageFlat"><<nobr>>
<span class="male">Shopkeeper:</span> "Hey. What are you after? Only money talks here, so don't try anything funny with me."<br/><br/>
<<if $storyState is 6>>
<<if $deanAdvisedStraight is 1 and $money gte 5 and $gotRaymond is 0>>
<div class="choice">[[Hi, I'm... looking for Raymond|SecretShop][$money -= 5; $secretShopState = 0]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $khanAdvisedStraight is 1 and $money gte 30 and $khanState6Gift is 0>>
<div class="choice">[[Give $30 and say it's for Khan|SecretShop][$money -= 30; $secretShopState = 1]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $khanAdvisedSissy is 1 and $money gte 30 and $khanState6Gift is 0>>
<div class="choice">[[Give $30 and say it's for... the slutty stuff|SecretShop][$money -= 30; $secretShopState = 1]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $khanAdvisedCloseted is 1 and $money gte 30 and $khanState6Gift is 0>>
<div class="choice">[[Give $30 and say it's for Khan's 'care package'|SecretShop][$money -= 30; $secretShopState = 1]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $khanAdvisedDom is 1 and $money gte 30 and $khanState6Gift is 0 and $charlieConvinced is 1>>
<div class="choice">[[Give $30 and say you want a gift for Charlie|SecretShop][$money -= 30; $secretShopState = 1]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<div class="shopItem">
<div class="shopItemImg"><img src="images/shop/eggs.jpg"></div>
<div class="shopItemDesc">
<span class="shopItemName">Eggs</span><br/>
Nice and fresh</div>
<div class="shopItemBuy">
<<if $playerInventory.has('Eggs')>><span class="shopPurchasedLabel">Purchased</span>
<<else>>
<<if $money gte 15>>
<<link "Buy">>
<<set $money -= 15>>
<<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Eggs'>>
<<goto "Commissary">>
<</link>>
<br/><span class="moneyCostLabel">$15</span>
<<else>><span class="shopCantAffordLabel">Can't afford</span><br/><span class="moneyCostLabel moneyCantAffordLabel">$15</span>
<</if>>
<</if>>
</div></div><br/>
<div class="shopItem">
<div class="shopItemImg"><img src="images/shop/bacon.jpg"></div>
<div class="shopItemDesc">
<span class="shopItemName">Bacon</span><br/>
Streaky and smokey
</div>
<div class="shopItemBuy">
<<if $playerInventory.has('Bacon')>><span class="shopPurchasedLabel">Purchased</span>
<<else>>
<<if $money gte 20>>
<<link "Buy">>
<<set $money -= 20>>
<<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Bacon'>>
<<goto "Commissary">>
<</link>>
<br/><span class="moneyCostLabel">$20</span>
<<else>><span class="shopCantAffordLabel">Can't afford</span><br/><span class="moneyCostLabel moneyCantAffordLabel">$20</span>
<</if>>
<</if>>
</div></div><br/>
<div class="shopItem">
<div class="shopItemImg"><img src="images/shop/paper.jpg"></div>
<div class="shopItemDesc">
<span class="shopItemName">Small piece of paper</span><br/>
Use to summarize hints</div>
<div class="shopItemBuy">
<<if $playerInventory.has('Paper')>><span class="shopPurchasedLabel">Purchased</span>
<<else>>
<<if $money gte 25>>
<<link "Buy">>
<<set $money -= 25>>
<<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Paper'>>
<<goto "Commissary">>
<</link>>
<br/><span class="moneyCostLabel">$25</span>
<<else>><span class="shopCantAffordLabel">Can't afford</span><br/><span class="moneyCostLabel moneyCantAffordLabel">$25</span>
<</if>>
<</if>>
</div></div><br/>
<<if $storyState is 6>>
<<if $playerStartType is 'sissy' and $andersonSissyDeal is 0 and $andersonAdvised is 1>>
<div class="shopItem">
<div class="shopItemImg"><img src="images/shop/groomingKit.jpg"></div>
<div class="shopItemDesc">
<span class="shopItemName">Secondhand grooming kit</span><br/>
Recently pawned</div>
<div class="shopItemBuy">
<<if $playerInventory.has('Grooming kit')>><span class="shopPurchasedLabel">Purchased</span>
<<else>>
<<if $money gte 20>>
<<link "Buy">>
<<set $money -= 20>>
<<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Grooming kit'>>
<<goto "Commissary">>
<</link>>
<br/><span class="moneyCostLabel">$20</span>
<<else>><span class="shopCantAffordLabel">Can't afford</span><br/><span class="moneyCostLabel moneyCantAffordLabel">$20</span>
<</if>>
<</if>>
</div></div><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerStartType is 'sissybf' and $andersonSissyDeal is 0 and $andersonAdvised is 1>>
<div class="shopItem">
<div class="shopItemImg"><img src="images/shop/groomingKit.jpg"></div>
<div class="shopItemDesc">
<span class="shopItemName">Secondhand grooming kit</span><br/>
Recently pawned</div>
<div class="shopItemBuy">
<<if $playerInventory.has('Grooming kit')>><span class="shopPurchasedLabel">Purchased</span>
<<else>>
<<if $money gte 20>>
<<link "Buy">>
<<set $money -= 20>>
<<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Grooming kit'>>
<<goto "Commissary">>
<</link>>
<br/><span class="moneyCostLabel">$20</span>
<<else>><span class="shopCantAffordLabel">Can't afford</span><br/><span class="moneyCostLabel moneyCantAffordLabel">$20</span>
<</if>>
<</if>>
</div></div><br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<div class="centerLinks">[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]</div>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<back>><br/><br/>
<<if $grentonReputationGeneral > 0>>Grenton Reputation: $grentonReputationGeneral<br/><</if>>
<<if $crewCred > 0>>Crew Cred: $crewCred<br/><br/><</if>>
Your stats:<br/>
<<if $subStat > 0>>Submissive: $subStat<br/><<else>>---<br/><</if>>
<<if $pervStat > 0>>Deviancy: $pervStat<br/><<else>>---<br/><</if>>
<<if $charmStat > 0>>Charm: $charmStat<br/><<else>>---<br/><</if>>
<<if $courageStat > 0>>Courage: $courageStat<br/><<else>>---<br/><</if>>
<<if $domStat > 0>>Assertion: $domStat<br/><<else>>---<br/><</if>>
<<if $strStat > 0>>Strength: $strStat<br/><<else>>---<br/><</if>>
<<if $stamStat > 0>>Stamina: $stamStat<br/><<else>>---<br/><</if>>
<<if $tonedStat > 0>>Tone: $tonedStat<br/><<else>>---<br/><</if>>
<<if $assStat > 0>>Ass: $assStat<br/><<else>>---<br/><</if>>
<<if $smoothBody is 1>>Your skin is currently smooth, free of body hair!<br/><br/>
<<else>>You currently have regular body hair.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerExtUrges gte 1>>$playerExtUrges x Shameful urges<</if>>
<<if $playerPrideUrges gte 1>>$playerPrideUrges x Prideful Feelings<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<img src="images/locations/phones.jpg" alt="phone room" class="storyImage">
<div class="centerLinks">
<<if $money gte 2>>
<<if $deadlineState is 1 and $deadlineCounter lte 1>>
An officer is guarding a technician as he works on the phones. It seems they're out of order for now.
<<else>>
<<if $storyState is 2>>
<<link "Use phone to ring $gf">>
<<set $money -= 2>>
<<set $prologue2State = "b6">>
<<goto "Prologue2">>
<</link>>
<<elseif $storyState is 6 and $gfType is 'open' and $openGfFollowUpCall is 2 and $daysSinceCalledGf gte 1>>
<<link "Use phone to ring $gf">>
<<set $money -= 2>>
<<goto "cGfEvent2AnsweringMessage">>
<</link>>
<<elseif $storyState is 6 and $gfType is 'open' and $openGfFollowUpCall is 1 and $daysSinceCalledGf gte 1>>
<<link "Use phone to ring $gf">>
<<set $money -= 2>>
<<goto "cGfEvent2Phone">>
<</link>>
<<elseif $storyState is 6 and $rangGf is 0>>
<<link "Use phone to ring $gf">>
<<set $money -= 2>>
<<goto "cGfEvent">>
<</link>>
<<else>>Using the phone right now was pointless.
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<else>>You don't have enough money to make a phone call.<</if>>
<br/>
<<back>>
</div>
<</nobr>><img src="images/locations/rec_room.jpg" alt="recreation room" class="storyImage"><<nobr>>
The rec room doesn't have much going on, it seems like the laziest inhabitants gather here, mostly to watch the TV in the upper corner of the room.<br/><br/>
<<if Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Monday' or Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Wednesday' or Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Friday' or Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Sunday'>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>
<<if $storyState is 6 and $andersonAdvised is 1>>
<div class="centerLinks">Usually Anderson would be here now, but it looks like he's not around.</div><br/>
<<else>>
<div class="centerLinks">Anderson is here. He's looking bored as he watches the TV.<br/>
[[Speak to Anderson.|AndersonRec]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<div class="centerLinks">[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]</div>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<img src="images/locations/officers.jpg" alt="officers room" class="storyImage">
<div class="centerLinks">
The door to the officer's room is shut.<br/><br/>
You don't think you should enter here unless you really need to.<br/><br/>
<<if $storyState is 6 and $cafeSissyDominated is 1 and $seenCharlieToday is 0>>
You could get to Charlie's room from here using the alleyway shortcut...<br/><br/>
[[Visit Charlie's room in Block G|CharlieRoom]]<br/>
<</if>>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]<br/><br/>
</div>
<</nobr>><img src="images/locations/clinic.jpg" alt="clinic" class="storyImage"><div class="centerLinks">The hallway to the clinic is guarded by a rather strict officer...</div>
<span class="male">Officer: </span>"Is there any need for you to be here? Doesn't look like it! The doctor is already busy enough. Leave. Now!"
<div class="centerLinks">[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]</div><<nobr>>
<img src="images/scenes/Zmichael.jpg" alt="your room mate Michael" class="storyImage">
<<if $storyState is 1>>
<span class="male">Michael: </span>“Oh you made friends with Dean and his lot… can't say I know them that well.”<br/><br/>
<<elseif $storyState is 2>>
<span class="male">Michael: </span>“Keaton... pfft. Listen, you better not get me involved in his dumb shit, ok?”<br/><br/>
<<elseif $storyState is 3>>
<span class="male">Michael: </span>“You spoke to your girl? Nice! The people waiting for us on the outside are all we got to get through this place. Don't forget that.”<br/><br/>
<<elseif $storyState is 4>>
<span class="male">Michael: </span>“Well look at you pal, don't you look happy! You might see me looking the same way when my family visits.”<br/><br/>
<<elseif $storyState is 5>>
<span class="male">Michael: </span>“What is it? Is all that Keaton business over?”<br/><br/>
<<if $playerTriedPanties is 'yes'>>
He lowered the book he was reading to make eye contact with you.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Michael: </span>“You need to watch how you act in here... ah, fuck it - forget I said anything.”<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $storyState is 6>>
<span class="male">Michael: </span>“Hmph...”<br/><br/>
<<if $seekMichaelAdvice is 'yes'>>
Somehow Michael could just tell you were in some kind of trouble.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Michael: </span>“Let me guess, you're in deep shit with Keaton and his boys. Didn't I warn you not to mess with him? And now you want my advice, huh?”<br/><br/>
[[Seek Michael's advice|MichaelExtra]]<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<else>>
Michael is laid on his bed and reading. You don't wish to disturb him.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
[[Back to room|Room]]
<</nobr>><img src="images/locations/gym.jpg" alt="gym" class="storyImage">The 'gym' isn't an official. Just a room with some pipes on the ceiling which people can do pull ups on. A few makeshift items have been used to make some homemade dumbbells and weights.
A CD player on the side can be used to do the buzz test - a stamina training, running exercise. There's also a short bench to do squats, and some mats which you could plank on.
<<nobr>>
<div class="centerLinks">
<<if $ap gt 0>>
[[Use the dumbbells and do pull ups.|upperBody]]<br/>
[[Do the buzz test.|buzz test]]<br/>
[[Use the mats to plank.|plank]]<br/>
[[Use the bench to do squats.|squat]]<br/><br/>
<<else>>
You're too exhausted to use the gym. Exercising while this tired wouldn't do anything.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]
</div>
<</nobr>><img src="images/locations/strength.jpg" alt="strength" class="storyImage"><br/><<nobr>>
<<if $strStat lt 5>>
You started with pull ups, only managing a measly three. You were much weaker than you remembered. You looked to another inhabitant expecting ridicule, but actually he encouraged you.<br/><br/>
<span class="bro">???: </span>"Keep going Bro, you got this!"<br/><br/>
Next up were the dumbbells. In almost no time at all you're fatigued, almost dropping them from sheer exhaustion. Luckily the guy took them off you just in time. <br/><br/>
<span class="bro">???: </span>"No shame Bro, get some protein in you and hit it again next time!"
<<elseif $strStat lte 5>>
You made a real breakthrough today, ten pull-ups and several reps with the dumbbells! You glanced in the mirror and felt like you're starting to see results. You are stronger.<br/><br/>
<span class="bro">Bro: </span>"Good work Bro, you keep going like this and by the end of your time here you'll be jacked!" The only things this guy does or talks about is getting stronger, he doesn't even tell you his name. In your thoughts you begin to refer to him as Bro.<br/><br/>
Your life really felt like it was on the wrong path for a while, but this makes feel like things are going in a positive direction. Bro's praise fills you with determination.
<<elseif $strStat lt 10>>
You did sixteen pull-ups, really struggling on that last one.<br/><br/>
<span class="bro">Bro: </span>"Good work Bro! Remember the only bad workout is one that doesn't happen! Lets get you on the dumbbells, those triceps could use some work too."<br/><br/>
He had you perform a grueling set, but when the pain was over you felt accomplished.
<<elseif $strStat lte 10>>
Your hands tensed like they had never done before, squeezing the bar as hard as you could. Your face was bright red as you close in on exhaustion.<br/><br/>
<span class="bro">Bro: </span>"Come on Bro... come on!"<br/><br/>
With the last of your strength, you pulled yourself up in a sudden motion.<br/><br/>
<span class="bro">Bro: </span>"Twenty pull-ups Bro! TWENTY! WOO!!!"<br/><br/>
He punched the air in triumph before collapsing to the floor. Despite your exhaustion, you felt victorious knowing you had just gotten stronger.
<<elseif $strStat lt 20>>
Another day in the gym. Your pullups were steadily increasing in number. The dumbbell exercises are making your arms bigger than you ever could of imagined.<br/><br/>
Bro was giving you his typical high energy motivation. <br/><br/>
<span class="bro">Bro: </span>"That's how it's done, Bro! Remember, sweat plus sacrifice equals success!"<br/><br/>
You found his enthusiasm couldn't help but push you further past your limits.
<<elseif $strStat lte 20>>
You've pushed yourself further than you ever thought you could. You roared like an animal as you finished your set; if muscles could talk yours would be screaming in agony.<br/><br/>
<span class="bro">Bro: </span>"Bro! Broooooooo!", he yelled excitedly as he pumped his massive arms wildy.<br/><br/>
<span class="bro">Bro: </span>"You. Are. A. BEAST!!!"<br/><br/>
Bro wasn't just spewing hot air, he was right. Today you had preformed like never before. You were stronger.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $strStat lt 30>>
Working hard as ever, anyone watching you views you as a beastly machine. You certainly move up and down the pull-up bar like one. When Bro wasn't on the bar himself he was supporting you. In an almost fervorous state, his once intelligible motivational phrases had turned into a stream of excited gibberish.<br/><br/>
<span class="bro">Bro: </span>"Bro! Brooooooo! Brbrbrbroooooo! Awr awr awoOoOoOo! Bro! Bro! BRO! BRO! OO! OO! AH OOOO!!!"<br/><br/>
His energy pushed you to work even harder.
<<elseif $strStat is 30>>
You did so many pull-ups that you only stopped out of boredom. You've maxed out your strength!<br/><br/>
<span class="bro">Bro: </span>"BROOOOO! Holy SHIT bro! That was amazing!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Thanks Bro, never could of done it without you!"<br/><br/>
You held out your palm to which he responded by slapping it back. He held out his hand so you could do the same back. Spontaneous synchronized motions of hand slaps, claps, wiggles and shakes broke out between you two. Finally he gripped your hand tightly which you both squeezed on with equal pressure.<br/><br/>
The biceps of your arms bulged massively, anyone in the room watching you both was overwhelmed by the sheer energy radiating off you both. You looked at each other in the eye, the sense of comradery filled you both with pride!<br/><br/>
Next to you was newcomer struggling with their third pull up.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Keep going Bro!", you shout in encouragement.<br/><br/>
<span class="bro">Bro: </span>"Bro, you got this!"
<<elseif $strStat gt 30>>
You've maxed your strength, but it feels good to show the rest of the gym what a true gym bro looks like! Bro watched with a proud expression on his face. Maybe this Personal Growth Center isn't a bunch of bullshit after all.
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<set $ap -= 1>><<set $strStat += 1>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>[[Back to Gym|Gym]]<<else>>[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]<</if>><img src="images/locations/squat.jpg" alt="squatting" class="storyImage"><br/><<nobr>>
<<if $assStat lt 5>>
You warmed up a little and decided to do some step ups on the low bench. It's no time at all until your glutes are burning. You wanted to do some deep squats after but with this ache you couldn't.<br/><br/>
Looks like this would be harder than you thought.
<<elseif $assStat lte 5>>
You finished a set of step ups and followed with around five deep squats. You're getting better at this!<br/><br/>
Checking the mirror just before you shower, you noticed your butt isn't as flat as it used to be.<br/><br/>
Your, uh... ass has improved!
<<elseif $assStat lt 10>>
You're getting through your routine much easier now. With each session you've been increasing the number of squats you can do. All you need to do is keep going.
<<elseif $assStat lte 10>>
Three sets of step ups and plenty of squats in between. It's been painful, but it's worth it.<br/><br/>
Checking the mirror just before you shower, you noticed your butt is bigger, each cheek is pleasantly rounded while feeling firmer.<br/><br/>
Your ass has improved!
<<elseif $assStat lt 20>>
You can blast through your old routine easily now, so you carry weights as you do your steps ups. The resistance makes it harder to increase your number of reps, but that makes the work more intensive overall. Keep it up!
<<elseif $assStat lte 20>>
It's been a particularly hard session today, when you finished you tried to massage your glutes and thighs in the hopes of soothing them. Despite the pain, it seemed like the work is worth it though...<br/><br/>
Checking the mirror just before you shower, you didn't think your butt could look better... but it does! Even your clothes couldn't hide the curves of your voluptuous cheeks.<br/><br/>
Your ass has improved!
<<elseif $assStat lt 30>>
At this point, even weighted exercises can't slow you down. Your sessions took longer and longer until you can feel you're actually working yourself harder, but you do them nonetheless. Keep it up!
<<elseif $assStat is 30>>
You pushed yourself to the limit, it feels like your ass muscles might burst through your cheeks! It seems like the work is worth it though...<br/><br/>
Checking the mirror just before you shower, you realized your ass couldn't look any better. It's not sheer muscle either - it seems perfect in both it's curvature and volume.<br/><br/>
Clothes would feel lucky to be worn on your butt - the ultimate canvas for underwear to be shown off on!<br/><br/>
You have, uh... maxed your ass!
<<elseif $assStat gt 30>>
Your ass has already reached it's limit, a strange thought but it's true. There's no improving perfection. There's no real benefit to doing this, but you worked out your butt anyway.
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<set $ap -= 1>><<set $assStat += 1>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>[[Back to Gym|Gym]]<<else>>[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]<</if>><img src="images/locations/plank.jpg" alt="planking" class="storyImage"><br/><<nobr>>
<<if $tonedStat lt 5>>
You lowered yourself into the plank position and began to hold it. Your mind wasn't very focused, you found yourself staring at a disgusting looking stain on the exercise mat.<br/><br/>
You couldn't hold much longer. A pathetic 20 seconds. Pretty bad, but better than nothing.
<<elseif $tonedStat lte 5>>
Again you crouched down and began to plank. Suddenly, a guy working out nearby started talking to you.<br/><br/>
<span class="inhabitant">Gym go-er: </span>"Um, I don't think you realize this but your positioning is all wrong. Keep your feet shoulder width apart. Make sure the shape from your legs to your head is straight."<br/><br/>
He began to demonstrate next to you. You copied him and were able to hold a plank for 40 seconds! Your body tone improved! You felt pride, despite the demonstrator still holding their plank with ease.
<<elseif $tonedStat lt 10>>
Planks. Again.<br/><br/>
It's tedious but you held a plank for up to a minute now, and after a small break you held a second plank for about 35 seconds. It's slow progress, but you're getting the hang of it.
<<elseif $tonedStat lte 10>>
90 seconds of planking, followed by 70 seconds, followed by a third plank of 50 seconds... these are amazing results!<br/><br/>
Your body tone has improved!
<<elseif $tonedStat lt 20>>
You continue with 3 sets of planks per session. Each time you steadily improved by a few seconds. It felt like you are going in the right direction.
<<elseif $tonedStat lte 20>>
You took a deep breath and fonnd your correct positioning. Your body is ready.<br/><br/>
You held as long as you could without looking at the clock, hoping the uncertainty would make you hold on longer. Your body was shaking as you held your abs tight. Can't. Hold. Much Longer!<br/><br/>
You collapsed onto your front, but the effort was worth it. 3 minutes! A whole 3 minute plank! You followed up with a 2 minute plank right after!<br/><br/>
Your body tone has improved.
<<elseif $tonedStat lt 30>>
Your plank times have greatly increased to the point that planking is boring.<br/><br/>
You positioned a makeshift weight on top of your back as you planked, forcing a heavier burden to hold yourself steady. Your improvement was coming on leaps and bounds.
<<elseif $tonedStat is 30>>
Despite the added weight you reached up to a 10 minute plank and you still weren't tired.<br/><br/>
You've maxed your body tone!<br/><br/>
Looking in a mirror you could see your body is nice and taunt. The balance of fat to muscle makes a particularly aesthetically pleasing look. You don't have a six pack as you've only done planks, but you do have a flat, tight looking tummy.
<<elseif $tonedStat gt 30>>
Your body tone is maxed, but you decided to plank anyway. So much time passed with you so far from exhaustion that you eventually got bored before stopping.
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<set $ap -= 1>><<set $tonedStat += 1>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>[[Back to Gym|Gym]]<<else>>[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]<</if>><<if $storyPath is 'sissy'>><img src="images/locations/running2.jpg" alt="running" class="storyImage"><<else>><img src="images/locations/running.jpg" alt="running" class="storyImage"><</if>><br/><<nobr>>
<<if $stamStat lt 5>>
You pressed the stereo buttons and started the buzz test. The first buzz went off. <span class="loud">"BUZZ!"</span> You jogged steadily to the other side of the room. You reached the wall with four seconds left until another buzz. <span class="loud">"BUZZ!"</span> You begin to run again. <span class="p1">"This is easy"</span>, you think to yourself.<br/><br/>
As you touch the opposite wall, the audio instantly buzzs. <span class="loud">"BUZZ!"</span> <span class="p1">"Woah, wait a second!"</span>, you said out loud, realising you may have overestimated yourself earlier. Picking up the pace, you only just reached the wall in time before being greeted with another loud buzz. <span class="loud">"BUZZ!"</span> You turned around once more and before you knew it... <span class="loud">"BUZZ!"</span> <br/><br/>
You made it to only four buzzs. Countless buzzs went off around you, almost mocking your terrible performance. <span class="loud">"BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!"</span>
<<elseif $stamStat lte 5>>
You ran what seemed like your fastest speed ever between the walls. The buzzing grew incessant. <span class="loud">"BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!"</span> You reached out your hand, just inches from your fingertips... <span class="loud">"BUZZ!"</span><br/><br/>
Ten buzzs. Your stamina has improved! You felt content with breaking your record, until a burp filled your mouth with a little vomit. Uh oh, maybe you pushed yourself a bit too hard! You start to run again... but this time to a bathroom sink.
<<elseif $stamStat lt 10>>
<span class="loud">"BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!"</span> You hated this damn buzzing. This endless fucking buzzing! You could barely touch the walls before spinning 180 on the spot and dashing back. <span class="p1">"Make it stop!"</span>, you thought, as you started to feel a stitch coming on.<br/><br/>
You weren't sure how many buzzs you made it through. Sixteen, seventeen maybe? At least it's progress!
<<elseif $stamStat lte 10>>
The timing of your running to the buzz has greatly improved. You pace yourself efficiently now, your hand landing on the surface of the opposite wall just in time, until... <span class="loud">"BUZZ!"</span> <span class="p1">"Fuck! So close."</span><br/><br/>
Despite your disappointment, you did better than ever with just over twenty-five buzzs. Your stamina has improved!
<<elseif $stamStat lt 20>>
<span class="loud">"BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!"</span><br/><br/>
So many buzzs.
<<elseif $stamStat lte 20>>
<span class="loud">"BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!"</span><br/><br/>
The buzzs kept on coming, but so do you.<br/><br/>
Your <span class="loud">"BUZZ!"</span> stamina <span class="loud">"BUZZ!"</span> has <span class="loud">"BUZZ!"</span> improved!
<<elseif $stamStat lt 30>>
<span class="loud">"BUZZ! BUZZ! BEEEEEEEEEEEE-"</span><br/><br/>
Your mind was so focused on getting to the wall in time that the test audio started to sound like one indiscriminately long buzz. You weren't sure what was happening anymore, all you knew for sure is that you're able to go longer and longer.
<<elseif $stamStat is 30>>
<span class="loud">"BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BU- BU- BU- BU- BU- BU- BU- BU- B- B- B- B- B- B-"</span><br/><br/>
You put your hand to the wall and sprinted as fast as you can to the next wall. You reached out your arms and fingers, stretching them to their extreme. With incredible pace you get to the wall. You spin again and sprint back.<br/><br/>
Your legs are carrying you as fast as they can, in what feels like the blink of an eye you reach the wall again. <span class="p1">"Wait... what's going on?"</span><br/><br/>
Suddenly it dawned on you. No buzz. There's no more buzzs! The audio has finished. You beat the buzzing bloody buzz test!!! You put your hands on your upper legs for support and gasped for air.<br/><br/>
You've maxed your stamina! You can't imagine any task you wouldn't have the energy for.
<<elseif $stamStat gt 30>>
Despite maxing your stamina, for some unknown reason you decided to do the buzz test again. Maybe it's some perverted kind of self-torture, or perhaps you've just missed the sound of senseless buzzing... either way, a weird choice.
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<set $ap -= 1>><<set $stamStat += 1>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>[[Back to Gym|Gym]]<<else>>[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]<</if>><<nobr>>
<<if $nightwearBonusMorningHug is 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusMorningHug to 0>>
<<set $charmStat += 1>>
After such a cosy morning, you were in the ideal mood to be absorbed in a good book! In the same block of reading time as usual, you took in twice as much.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearBonusCosyLieIn is 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusCosyLieIn to 0>>
<<set $charmStat += 1>>
After such a cosy morning, you were in the ideal mood to be absorbed in a good book! In the same block of reading time as usual, you took in twice as much.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $charmStat lte 5>>
<img src="images/items/books/charm1.jpg" alt="charm book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read some self-help advice from some magazines.<br/><br/>
You felt more charming!
<<elseif $charmStat lte 10>>
<img src="images/items/books/charm2.jpg" alt="charm book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read a classic book on building connections and making a reputation for yourself, taking note of it's advice.<br/><br/>
You increased your charm!
<<elseif $charmStat lte 15>>
<img src="images/items/books/charm3.jpg" alt="charm book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read a story about charming aristocrats in the early 1900s.<br/><br/>
You continued to read, increasing your charm.
<<elseif $charmStat lte 20>>
<img src="images/items/books/charm4.jpg" alt="charm book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read the autobiography of an escort, in which she reveals all kinds of tricks to being a charming person...<br/><br/>
Your reading has improved again, you increased your charm!
<<elseif $charmStat lte 25>>
<img src="images/items/books/charm5.jpg" alt="charm book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read a book on the psychology of what people desire, and the influence those wants have on them.<br/><br/>
You continued to read, increasing your charm.
<<elseif $charmStat lte 30>>
<img src="images/items/books/charm6.jpg" alt="charm book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read a book called '333 wittiest quotes', and tried to put a few of the pithy ones to memory.<br/><br/>
Your reading has improved again, increasing your charm!
<<elseif $charmStat lte 39>>
<img src="images/items/books/charm7.jpg" alt="charm book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read a book about successful relationships, covering everything from conversation, to maintaining appearance, to sex.<br/><br/>
You continued to read, increasing your charm.
<<elseif $charmStat is 40>>
<img src="images/items/books/charmMax.jpg" alt="charm book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You've maxed your charm - now it's time to get out there and use it!
<<elseif $charmStat gt 40>>
<img src="images/items/books/charmMax.jpg" alt="charm book" class="storyImage"><br/>
With all these insights into these interesting people, you're ready to become charming company in any situation.<br/><br/>
You've already maxed your charm!
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<set $ap -= 1>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>[[Go back to library|Library]]<<else>>[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]<</if>><<nobr>>
<<if $nightwearBonusMorningHug is 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusMorningHug to 0>>
<<set $courageStat += 1>>
After such a cosy morning, you were in the ideal mood to be absorbed in a good book! In the same block of reading time as usual, you took in twice as much.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearBonusCosyLieIn is 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusCosyLieIn to 0>>
<<set $courageStat += 1>>
After such a cosy morning, you were in the ideal mood to be absorbed in a good book! In the same block of reading time as usual, you took in twice as much.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $courageStat lte 5>>
<img src="images/items/books/courage1.jpg" alt="courage book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read a story of swashbuckling adventurers, in a daring tale to reclaim their lost gold.<br/><br/>
Inspired by the story so far, you increased your courage!
<<elseif $courageStat lte 10>>
<img src="images/items/books/courage2.jpg" alt="courage book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read about ordinary people who acted bravely in all kinds of situations.<br/><br/>
Inspired by these stories, you increased your courage!
<<elseif $courageStat lte 15>>
<img src="images/items/books/courage3.jpg" alt="courage book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read about what life is like for people on dangerous adventures around the world.<br/><br/>
You continued to read, increasing your courage!
<<elseif $courageStat lte 20>>
<img src="images/items/books/courage4.jpg" alt="courage book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read a story aimmed at younger audiences, about a chicken who didn't fit in with the rest, but learned to enjoy what made them different.<br/><br/>
Inspired by the spirit of the chicken-dog, you felt more courageous!
<<elseif $courageStat lte 25>>
<img src="images/items/books/courage5.jpg" alt="courage book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read inspiring tales of people overcoming difficult circumstances.<br/><br/>
You continued to read to increase your courage!
<<elseif $courageStat lte 30>>
<img src="images/items/books/courage6.jpg" alt="courage book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read about a leader who lead their people through a crisis. It seems to be more a case study of what <em>not</em> to do...<br/><br/>
Learning from other's experiences increased your courage!
<<elseif $courageStat lte 39>>
<img src="images/items/books/courage7.jpg" alt="courage book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read a very large self help book about how to become the kind of person who can take on any challenge.<br/><br/>
As you continued to read, you increased your courage!
<<elseif $courageStat is 40>>
<img src="images/items/books/courageMax.jpg" alt="courage book" class="storyImage"><br/>
After reading so many tales of courage, you can't possibly be more inspired - it feels like the sky's the limit!<br/><br/>
You've maxed your courage!
<<elseif $courageStat gt 40>>
<img src="images/items/books/courageMax.jpg" alt="courage book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You've already maxed your courage - now's the time to be daring enough to use it!
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<set $ap -= 1>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>[[Go back to library|Library]]<<else>>[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]<</if>><<nobr>>
<<if $nightwearBonusMorningHug is 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusMorningHug to 0>>
<<set $pervStat += 1>>
After such a cosy morning, you were in the ideal mood to be absorbed in a good book! In the same block of reading time as usual, you took in twice as much... which is a little odd considering today's reading material.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearBonusCosyLieIn is 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusCosyLieIn to 0>>
<<set $pervStat += 1>>
After such a cosy morning, you were in the ideal mood to be absorbed in a good book! In the same block of reading time as usual, you took in twice as much... which is a little odd considering today's reading material.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $pervStat lte 5>>
<img src="images/items/books/perv1.jpg" alt="pervert book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You found some vintage magazines, just some softcore pictures of girls in sexy lingerie.<br/><br/>
You became slightly more dirty minded.
<<elseif $pervStat lte 10>>
<img src="images/items/books/perv2.jpg" alt="pervert book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You found some lesbian themed erotica. A story of a naive new starter at a company being seduced by her uptight boss. It's didn't take long before their skirts came off...<br/><br/>
You became slightly more dirty minded.
<<elseif $pervStat lte 15>>
<img src="images/items/books/perv3.jpg" alt="pervert book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You found a lingerie catalogue. There are all types of lingerie, from classy sets with garters and corsets, to bdsm style outfits. Your imagination runs wild with the possibilities...<br/><br/>
You became slightly more dirty minded.
<<elseif $pervStat lte 20>>
<img src="images/items/books/perv4.jpg" alt="pervert book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You found some bdsm erotica stories. An intimidating figure gets a submissive under their command exactly how they wanted. Chains, whips, bondage, humiliation...<br/><br/>
You became slightly more dirty minded.
<<elseif $pervStat lte 25>>
<img src="images/items/books/perv5.jpg" alt="pervert book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You found a hidden set of photos, hardcore pictures of girls getting fucked by massive cocks. Their expressions display a mix of embarrassment and pleasure.<br/><br/>
You became slightly more dirty minded.
<<elseif $pervStat lte 30>>
<img src="images/items/books/perv6.jpg" alt="pervert book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You found a set of sissy captions - did a Grenton inhabitant make these? They give you a surprising amount to think about...<br/><br/>
You became slightly more dirty minded.
<<elseif $pervStat lte 39>>
<img src="images/items/books/perv7.jpg" alt="pervert book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You found a well-hidden and somewhat crude document, seemingly made by a crew member - 'How to train your sissy'. Rule after rule is detailed, instructing how to make a sissy to serve and obey...<br/><br/>
You became slightly more dirty minded.
<<elseif $pervStat is 40>>
<img src="images/items/books/pervMax.jpg" alt="pervert book" class="storyImage"><br/>
After everything you've read, you've really fired up your desires! With a mind as filthy as this, it remains to be seen just how far you could apply it...<br/><br/>
You've maxed your deviancy!
<<elseif $pervStat gt 40>>
<img src="images/items/books/pervMax.jpg" alt="pervert book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You've already maxed your deviancy - now it's time to indulge it!
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<set $ap -= 1>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>[[Go back to library|Library]]<<else>>[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]<</if>><<nobr>>
<<editcycle 'days' suspend>>
<<if $playerLikesSissies is 0 and $storyState is 6>>
<<if $charlieDomEvent1 is 'firm'>>
Sissies didn't turn you on at all. At the end of the day, Charlie was a means to an end... to take your place at Keaton's event. You really couldn't understand someone like Charlie truly; it made no sense whatsoever why anyone would be a sissy.<br/><br/>
That didn't matter though. What little you knew of sissies was that they were perfectly suited to what you needed, and that's all that truly mattered right now.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
You didn't feel an attraction to sissies, but that didn't mean you couldn't appreciate Charlie for who she was. The desire to be one didn't quite make sense to you, but that didn't matter.<br/><br/>
Charlie was the first sissy you had ever met, maybe you'd learn more about them from her. From what you knew so far though, there seemed more than a decent chance she would be interested in Keaton's event.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<<elseif $playerLikesSissies is 1 and $storyState is 6>>
You had to admit, there was something pretty hot about sissies. It wasn't just how Charlie looked, but everything she told you about what sissies want and how they behave. Maybe it was the hyper-feminine, slutty looks, maybe it was their extremely kinky and submissive nature, or perhaps some other thing you couldn't quite pinpoint. There was just something about how they went the extra mile to be fuckable by men; it was so sexual in some kind of primal way.<br/><br/>
From what you had learned in here so far, it finally made sense exactly what Keaton had tried to do to you. If he could find or make sissies in here for his crew, that would take care of a lot of sexual needs. Could doing so be what let him secure such a powerful position in here? He made a mistake picking you though, not that you cared much now that Charlie now doing his event for you.<br/><br/>
Still, as feminine as sissies look, they've still got... well, does it matter?<br/><br/>
You felt secure in your sexuality: you were $gf's boyfriend and very happy. You still loved women, but now you had a newfound appreciation of sissies too!<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<<elseif $storyState is 4>>
With the boredom of life in Grenton combined with your crossdressing habit, there was no way you could resist trying on the panties $gf gave you. You quietly slipped off your clothes under the quilt, hoping not to wake Michael in the process.<br/><br/>
It took some shuffling, but with some subtle wiggling you were able to pull the panties up onto your hips. The bed occassionally gave out a creaking sound; you could only hope it didn't make too much of a disturbance.<br/><br/>
Your heart was pounding, a sign your unconscious knew full well this was not a risk you should be taking, and yet you couldn't stop. You had taken this kind of chance to crossdress many times before.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">You just can't help it...</span><br/><br/>
You tucked yourself into the panties. Without being able to shave down there, it didn't feel quite as good as it did when you dressed in the outside world, but it still felt pretty hot! You rubbed the palm of your hand on your packed up bulge, the smooth fabric feeling so pleasurable.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">If only you had a sexy matching bra to wear with this...</span><br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/panTry.jpg" alt="bulge in panties" class="storyImage">
With your eyes closed tight, the pleasurable feeling started to get you hard. An abrupt cough from Michael made your body jolt in shock before freezing still! You tried to keep your panicked breath quiet, but after a long, nervous wait, you became convinced Michael was actually still asleep.<br/><br/>
It was clear now you were throwing far too much caution to the wind; especially almost letting your urges almost ruin the panties! You stopped immediately; taking them off before trying to get some sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2][$playerTriedPanties = 'yes']]
<<else>>
Something wrong. SleepActivity.
<</if>>
<</nobr>><img src="images/locations/workshop.jpg" alt="workshop" class="storyImage">A bored member of staff was sat ready to give out work. There's plenty to do.
What will it be?<br/>
<<nobr>>
<div class="centerLinks">
<<if $ap gt 0>>
[[Solder electronic components.|Solder][$ap -= 1]]<br/>
[[Hard labour.|Labour][$ap -= 1]]<br/>
[[Prepare food with cafeteria staff.|Cook][$ap -= 1]]<br/><br/>
<<else>>
You had no energy left to put into working.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerStartType is 'dom' and $cafeSissyDominated is 0>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>
Dean's here today too. Whether or not he's working today, he looks relaxed right now.<br/>
[[Speak to Dean.|DeanWorkshop]]<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<if Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Tuesday' or Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Thursday' or Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Saturday'>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>
Dean is here today too. Whether or not he's working today, he looks relaxed right now.<br/>
[[Speak to Dean.|DeanWorkshop]]<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]
</div>
<</nobr>><img src="images/locations/solder.jpg" alt="solder" class="storyImage storyImageBigger"><br/><<nobr>>
<<if $courageStat lte 4>>
You were sent to a small work desk with electronic components and soldering equipment. You were a little nervous operating these tools, with no real understanding how this works. With a little more courage, you might experiment to see what works. You didn't do a good job, but you still earned some pay.<br/><br/>
You earned $4!
<<set $money += 4>>
<<elseif $courageStat lte 10>>
You sat at the desk to assemble components. After putting together some simple units, you felt a little daring and tried soldering a more complex unit. It probably works, but you didn't feel brave enough to test it yourself. You did an alright job, but the complex unit didn't quite operate correctly. You earned some pay.<br/><br/>
You earned $8!
<<set $money += 8>>
<<elseif $courageStat lte 20>>
You assembled a lot of components today. You came up with a fast (if slightly reckless) way of soldering quickly. You put together a decent amount of products. You've earned your pay.<br/><br/>
You earned $15!
<<set $money += 15>>
<<elseif $courageStat lte 29>>
You followed a guide to solder an advanced piece of kit. You weren't sure what it does, but throw caution to the wind and test it. A small plume of smoke burst through it. Not disheartened, you made a few extra changes, testing it again and voila - it worked! You earned a good amount of pay for your trouble.<br/><br/>
You earned $25!
<<set $money += 25>>
<<elseif $courageStat gte 30>>
You lost yourself in a blurry haze of electronic components and soldering iron fumes. You barely have to pay attention to this anymore. You finished only because there were no materials left to work on. You did an amazing job and earned a large amount.<br/><br/>
You earned $40!
<<set $money += 40>>
<<else>>
Something wrong. Solder event.
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>[[Go back to Workshop|Workshop]]<<else>>[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]<</if>><img src="images/locations/labour.jpg" alt="labour" class="storyImage storyImageBigger"><br/><<nobr>>
<<if $strStat lte 4>>
You grabbed a pickaxe and began breaking up rocks. You looked like a wimp, only breaking one basketball sized rock during the entire session. Guys who look much stronger than you teared through boulders like they were nothing, while you struggled. The officer enforcing the work didn't pay you much.<br/><br/>
You earned $4!
<<set $money += 4>>
<<elseif $strStat lte 10>>
You grabbed a pickaxe and began breaking up rocks. You were strong enough to at least break up a few rocks. Some guys performed much better than you, but the officer enforcing your work was content enough with your effort.<br/><br/>
You earned $8!
<<set $money += 8>>
<<elseif $strStat lte 20>>
You grabbed a pickaxe and began breaking up rocks. You smashed up many rocks with relative ease before struggling on a large boulder which seemed to be a much denser material. Some guys performed better than you, but the officer enforcing your work commended your work.<br/><br/>
You earned $15!
<<set $money += 15>>
<<elseif $strStat lte 29>>
You grabbed a pickaxe and began breaking up rocks. Your greater strength allowed you to break even the denser boulders now! You performed as well as even the hardest working guys around you, and the officer enforcing your work commended your work.<br/><br/>
You earned $25!
<<set $money += 25>>
<<elseif $strStat gte 30>>
You grabbed a pickaxe and began breaking up rocks. You were practically shredding rocks to dust now! The only thing that could slow you down now was the quality of your pickaxe. You outperformed every man here, the officer enforcing your work was very impressed.<br/><br/>
You earned $40!
<<set $money += 40>>
<<else>>
Something wrong. Labour event.
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>[[Go back to Workshop|Workshop]]<<else>>[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]<</if>><img src="images/locations/cook.jpg" alt="cook" class="storyImage storyImageBigger"><br/><<nobr>>
<<if $stamStat lte 4>>
You were handed a dirty apron and a hair net and ordered to chop the vegetables. You could chop them decently if you went slow enough. The lead chef yelled to chop faster but you barely could, you could really use more stamina to do this better! The chopped onions, carrots and peppers aren't cut very well. The head chef wasn't that happy but you earned your pay.<br/><br/>
You earned $4!
<<set $money += 4>>
<<elseif $stamStat lte 10>>
You put on your apron and hair net. Your orders were to chop vegetables. You chopped the onions, carrots and peppers into nice fine pieces. Seeing you were done, the head chef ordered you to mash the potatoes. Your stamina was really helping you maintain a decent pace. The head chef was very happy with your chopping, but the mash is a little lumpy. You earned your pay.<br/><br/>
You earned $8!
<<set $money += 8>>
<<elseif $stamStat lte 20>>
You chopped all the vegetables without even being ordered. When you're done you moved on to mashing potatoes, making a nice creamy mash. The head chef looks impressed!<br/><br/>
You earned $15!
<<set $money += 15>>
<<elseif $stamStat lte 29>>
The head chef has a lot of faith in your ability. They put you in charge of bread baking. Creating a good quality dough wassn't a problem, it's managing the sheer amount of it. You carefully managed the ovens while helping other kitchen members finish chopping.<br/><br/>
The smell from the ovens was amazing. You rushed to get all the trays out, ready to cool. This will be some of the best bread the people here ever eat! The head chef can't help but try some. A big smile fills their face as they chewed it. You earned your pay!<br/><br/>
You earned $25!
<<set $money += 25>>
<<elseif $stamStat gte 30>>
The head chef was very proud of you. With you in his kitchen they can focus on preparing the meat and sauces while you do the rest. Vegetables, potatoes and breads were prepared expertly by yourself. You admired your work only for your nostrils to be greeted by the mouth watering smell of a roast chicken. Tonight the inhabitants would eat an amazing feast! You earned your pay.<br/><br/>
You earned $40!
<<set $money += 40>>
<<else>>
Something wrong. Cook event.
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>[[Go back to Workshop|Workshop]]<<else>>[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]<</if>><img src="images/locations/showers.jpg" alt="shower" class="storyImage">The water was tepid, probably because this place has been used by so many people. It's not exactly comfortable to wash around naked strangers, though it seems many of the other inmates feel just as awkward too.
You washed yourself as best you could. While not relaxing, you're at least clean now.
<div class="centerLinks">[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]</div><<nobr>>
<img src="images/locations/showers2.jpg" alt="private shower" class="storyImage">
<div class="centerLinks">
Privacy, finally! The water was nice and hot. You lathered your body with soap suds.<br/><br/>
You feel especially clean!<br/><br/>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Grooming kit')>>
In here you have enough time and privacy to maintain your body hair...<br/>
[[Shave|Shaving]]<br/><br/>
<</if>>
There's no way you'll be disturbed in here, you could even masturbate...<br/>
[[Masturbate|Private Shower2]]<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]<br/><br/>
</div>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<img src="images/scenes/Zkhan.jpg" alt="picture of Khan" class="storyImage">
<<if $storyState is 6 and $khanAdvised is 0>>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Ah $name... and what brings you to the library today?"<br/><br/>
[[Ask for advice on Keaton situation|KhanAdvice]]<br/>
[[Make small talk and then leave|Mess Room]]
<<elseif $storyState is 6 and $khanAdvised is 1>>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Oh $name, hello. I'm pretty deep into this book at the moment, perhaps we'll talk another time?"<br/><br/>
[[Go back to library|Library]]<br/>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]
<<else>>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Oh $name, hello. As you can see I'm just doing more learning.<br/><br/>
Word of advice $name, work smart not hard! Stick to your strengths in here and you'll go far. For instance, there's no use putting a coward onto soldering, a weakling to working the hard labour, and you'd be surprised how much endurance you need to do a good job of the cooking.<br/><br/>
If those idiots managing the workshop ever realize that then maybe one day they'll see some decent productivity around here!<br/><br/>
Sadly they discount my expertize. It appears they view me the same as any other criminal in here.<br/><br/>
Now, unless you have any need of me, it's time I get back to my studies."<br/><br/>
[[Go back to library|Library]]<br/>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<img src="images/scenes/Zanderson.jpg" alt="picture of Anderson" class="storyImage">
<<if $storyState is 6 and $andersonAdvised is 0>>
You approached Anderson, who didn't even notice you until you were almost blocking his view of the TV.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"$name."<br/><br/>
[[Ask for advice on Keaton situation|AndersonAdvice][$andersonAdviceState = 0]]<br/>
[[Acknowledge him and leave|Mess Room]]
<<else>>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Hey, if it isn't $name! You just missed an incredible episode of antiques roadshow! Just kidding.<br/><br/>
Say $name, I hope things are going well with your missus. It isn't easy to keep a girl while in here, even if things with her are going smooth enough. A woman has her needs, they can even be hornier than us... but I'm sure you know that.<br/><br/>
If you want to make a long-distance relationship work you need to put in the effort. Best of luck with that."<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<img src="images/scenes/Zdean.jpg" alt="picture of Dean" class="storyImage">
<<if $storyState is 6 and $deanAdvised is 0>>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Hey, how's things mate?"<br/><br/>
[[Ask for advice on Keaton situation|DeanAdvice]]<br/>
[[Tell him you're in a rush, then leave.|Mess Room]]
<<else>>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Hey, $name, how ya doing?<br/><br/>
You got to know many of the others yet? Khan has a regular schedule for when he spends time in the library - I forget when though. I know Anderson can be found in the rec room now and then. Might be worth saying hi sometime.<br/><br/>
Anyway, it's time for me to hop on the soldering kit. Catch ya later, mate."<br/><br/>
[[Go back to Workshop|Workshop]]<br/>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]
<</if>>
<</nobr>>Depending on your decisions, this game can potentially contain:
Crossdressing, Sissification, Humiliation, BDSM themes, Themes regarding shame, Domination.
A note on humiliation, BDSM and shame:
Kinks involving humiliation and shame can be very complicated. Where acts of crossdressing, feminisation, sissification, gender play or simply being feminine are concerned, if these acts are also something that feels humiliating for the person involved, the source of that humiliation can be complex, and usually have something to do with the life experiences that shaped them.
For many people, embracing femininity has been something that never seemed like an option, or something to be strictly avoided. Engaging in it could lead to ridicule, ostracization or even worse. It shouldn't be a surprise then that for some of those people, their exploration of femininity is strongly linked with feelings of shame.
It can often mean that when someone finally engages in the pleasures they've been deprived of, the feeling they have around them can be very tender and complicated, as well as thrilling. It's no wonder fetishes like humiliation can be so enticing and powerful, when erotic desire is mixed up with feelings of identity.
In the context of this game, Erotic Humiliation and Shame are subjective issues. What may be a source of pride for one person, may be shame for another.
My hope is that this game will allow many aspects to be explored.
<<back>><<nobr>>
<<if $playerStartType is 'sissy'>>
You told Michael about what had happened, and how you felt about it.<br/><br/>
<span class="michael">Michael: </span>"THE FUCK! I have never heard anything so screwed up in my life! You get off on being... y'know what, forget it!<br/><br/>
No, I'm not giving you advice - are you messed up in the head? I don't even know what to say! Fuck, here I was thinking you were a regular guy. Go speak to your other buddies, Dean was it? He's in the workshop Tuesdays and Saturdays. Go bother him instead!<br/><br/>
Fuck... this place makes me feel more sick everyday. Leave me be... just leave me the fuck alone."<br/><br/>
Michael doesn't support you at all anymore, and wanted nothing to do with your situation. Your relationship is over.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'sissybf'>>
You told Michael about what had happened, and how you felt about it.<br/><br/>
<span class="michael">Michael: </span>"THE FUCK! I have never heard anything so screwed up in my life! You get off on being... y'know what, forget it!<br/><br/>
No, I'm not giving you advice - are you messed up in the head? I don't even know what to say! Fuck, here I was thinking you were a regular guy. Go speak to your other buddies, Dean was it? He's in the workshop Tuesdays and Saturdays. Go bother him instead!<br/><br/>
Fuck... this place makes me feel more sick everyday. Leave me be... just leave me the fuck alone."<br/><br/>
Michael doesn't support you at all anymore, and wanted nothing to do with your situation. Your relationship is over.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'straight'>>
You told Michael about what had happened, and how you planned to respond.<br/><br/>
<span class="michael">Michael: </span>"Fuck - you a damn idiot! You're in deep like you don't even know. Geez... I get it though, young guy in here like you, it's easy to get talked into dumb shit. But you get why I warned you now, huh?<br/><br/>
You sound like you got some fight in you though... you could try beating their ass before they beat yours, or at least go down swinging. Seems like you won't oblige their requests no matter what, so those are the only alternatives I can see.<br/><br/>
Obviously you're gonna need to build up your strength... there's the gym for that of course. Some of the guys you met might be able to offer you help, but there's plenty of snakes out there who'll be happy to see you fail - be careful who you trust. I know you can find Dean in the workshop on certain days; Tuesdays and Saturdays, I think.<br/><br/>
There ain't much more I can offer you than these words... I keep to myself, and that's gonna stay that way. One hell of a fight is ahead of you. Try and stay strong. Think of your girl. Be strong for her."<br/><br/>
You felt thankful for Michael's advice. It was going to be hard to get through this, and while it seemed like the chance of getting out intact was small, Michael's words were of some encouragement.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'dom'>>
You told Michael about what had happened, and how you planned to respond.<br/><br/>
<span class="michael">Michael: </span>"The fuck!? So you got yourself into this entirely avoidable problem, and now you're going to make it somebody else's? Fuck, you may as well be cut from the same cloth as Keaton and his goons."<br/><br/>
It was clear Michael was upset, but you made it clear you didn't appreciate him judging you.<br/><br/>
<span class="michael">Michael: </span>"I'm telling you what you deserve to hear. You want to go down this road, fine, but leave me the fuck out of it! Go speak to your so-called friends for advice cos you won't get any from me! Your little buddy Dean is in the workshop Tuesdays and Saturdays. Tell him about this shit! Don't speak to me again. And if you can find a new room, get the hell out of here!"<br/><br/>
Michael doesn't support you at all anymore, and wanted nothing to do with your situation. Your relationship is over.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'closeted'>>
You told Michael about what had happened, and how you felt about it.<br/><br/>
<span class="michael">Michael: </span>"Fuck. You're a damn idiot! You only have a hint of the situation you're in now. You've messed up. I warned you didn't I? Now look what trouble you're in!<br/><br/>
You want my help? I'm not getting involved in this shit, are you crazy? I'm sorry but you'll have to figure things out yourself. Way I see it you'll probably be dancing to Keaton's tune soon, regardless of what you do.<br/><br/>
Sorry to be blunt, but it's the truth! You are going to do what Keaton says, you might think otherwise but I'm telling you, you will. The only advice I can give is this. With the situation you're in, you may as well put effort into it, you probably don't want to hear that but it's better than the alternative. Do you understand me?<br/><br/>
The other guys you met in here might be able to offer some help performing in this... fucking... whatever the fuck that event is! I know you can find Dean in the workshop on certain days, Tuesdays and Saturdays, I think. I pity you, I do, but I can't offer you anything more.<br/><br/>
It's best we don't speak from here. I really don't want anything to do with this. Just let me enjoy my solitude. Damn... this place really is hell. I wish they put me in a prison.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
[[Back to room|Room][$seekMichaelAdvice = 'no']]
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<span class="originalWardrobeStyle">
<<include "SSYOutfitAttributeSystem">>
<div class="centerLinks">
<<wardrobeOutfitWarningsWidget>>
</div>
<div class="inventoryRow">
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Head</div>
<<if $playerHead.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set headwear'>>
<<dialog 'Pick headwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerHeads' '$playerHead'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showHeadsWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerHead.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerHead.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerHeads.pickUp($playerHead.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerHead'>>
<<goto "Wardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerHead.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerHeads.pickUp($playerHead.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerHead'>>
<<dialog 'Pick headwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerHeads' '$playerHead'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Earrings</div>
<<if $playerEarrings.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set earrings'>>
<<dialog 'Pick earrings'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerEarrings' '$playerEarrings'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showEarringsWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerEarrings.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerEarrings.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerEarrings.pickUp($playerEarrings.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerEarrings'>>
<<goto "Wardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerEarrings.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerEarrings.pickUp($playerEarrings.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerEarrings'>>
<<dialog 'Pick earrings'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerEarrings' '$playerEarrings'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Neck</div>
<<if $playerNeck.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set neckwear'>>
<<dialog 'Pick neckwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerNecks' '$playerNeck'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showNecksWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerNeck.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerNeck.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerNecks.pickUp($playerNeck.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerNeck'>>
<<goto "Wardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerNeck.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerNecks.pickUp($playerNeck.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerNeck'>>
<<dialog 'Pick neckwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerNecks' '$playerNeck'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="inventoryRow">
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Wrist</div>
<<if $playerWrist.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set wristwear'>>
<<dialog 'Pick wristwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerWrists' '$playerWrist'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showWristsWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerWrist.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerWrist.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerWrists.pickUp($playerWrist.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerWrist'>>
<<goto "Wardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerWrist.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerWrists.pickUp($playerWrist.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerWrist'>>
<<dialog 'Pick wristwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerWrists' '$playerWrist'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Top</div>
<<if $playerTop.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set top'>>
<<dialog 'Pick top'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerTops' '$playerTop'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showTopsWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerTop.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerTop.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerTops.pickUp($playerTop.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerTop'>>
<<goto "Wardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerTop.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerTops.pickUp($playerTop.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerTop'>>
<<dialog 'Pick top'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerTops' '$playerTop'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Chestwear</div>
<<if $playerBra.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set chestwear'>>
<<dialog 'Pick chestwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerBras' '$playerBra'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showBrasWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerBra.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerBra.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerBras.pickUp($playerBra.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerBra'>>
<<goto "Wardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerBra.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerBras.pickUp($playerBra.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerBra'>>
<<dialog 'Pick chestwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerBras' '$playerBra'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="inventoryRow">
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Bottom</div>
<<if $playerBottom.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set bottom'>>
<<dialog 'Pick bottom'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerBottoms' '$playerBottom'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showBottomsWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerBottom.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerBottom.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerBottoms.pickUp($playerBottom.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerBottom'>>
<<goto "Wardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerBottom.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerBottoms.pickUp($playerBottom.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerBottom'>>
<<dialog 'Pick bottom'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerBottoms' '$playerBottom'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Underwear</div>
<<if $playerUnderwear.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set underwear'>>
<<dialog 'Pick underwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerUnderwears' '$playerUnderwear'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showUnderwearsWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerUnderwear.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerUnderwear.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerUnderwears.pickUp($playerUnderwear.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerUnderwear'>>
<<goto "Wardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerUnderwear.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerUnderwears.pickUp($playerUnderwear.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerUnderwear'>>
<<dialog 'Pick underwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerUnderwears' '$playerUnderwear'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Hipwear</div>
<<if $playerGarter.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set hipwear'>>
<<dialog 'Pick hipwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerGarters' '$playerGarter'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showGartersWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerGarter.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerGarter.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerGarters.pickUp($playerGarter.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerGarter'>>
<<goto "Wardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerGarter.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerGarters.pickUp($playerGarter.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerGarter'>>
<<dialog 'Pick hipwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerGarters' '$playerGarter'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="inventoryRow">
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Anklewear</div>
<<if $playerAnkle.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set anklewear'>>
<<dialog 'Pick anklewear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerAnkles' '$playerAnkle'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showAnklesWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerAnkle.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerAnkle.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerAnkles.pickUp($playerAnkle.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerAnkle'>>
<<goto "Wardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerAnkle.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerAnkles.pickUp($playerAnkle.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerAnkle'>>
<<dialog 'Pick anklewear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerAnkles' '$playerAnkle'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Footwear</div>
<<if $playerFeet.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set footwear'>>
<<dialog 'Pick footwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerFeets' '$playerFeet'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showFeetsWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerFeet.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerFeet.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerFeets.pickUp($playerFeet.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerFeet'>>
<<goto "Wardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerFeet.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerFeets.pickUp($playerFeet.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerFeet'>>
<<dialog 'Pick footwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerFeets' '$playerFeet'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="inventoryRow">
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Accessory 1</div>
<<if $playerAcc1.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set accessory'>>
<<dialog 'Pick accessory'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerAcc1s' '$playerAcc1'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showAcc1sWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerAcc1.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerAcc1.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerAcc1s.pickUp($playerAcc1.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerAcc1'>>
<<goto "Wardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerAcc1.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerAcc1s.pickUp($playerAcc1.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerAcc1'>>
<<dialog 'Pick accessory'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerAcc1s' '$playerAcc1'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Accessory 2</div>
<<if $playerAcc2.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set accessory'>>
<<dialog 'Pick accessory'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerAcc2s' '$playerAcc2'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showAcc2sWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerAcc2.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<<if $playerAcc2.has('Pink chastity device')>>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet inventorySelectButtonLockedIn">
<span class="inventorySelectButtonLockedMessage">LOCKED IN</span>
</div>
<<else>>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerAcc2.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerAcc2s.pickUp($playerAcc2.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerAcc2'>>
<<goto "Wardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerAcc2.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerAcc2s.pickUp($playerAcc2.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerAcc2'>>
<<dialog 'Pick accessory'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerAcc2s' '$playerAcc2'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Accessory 3</div>
<<if $playerAcc3.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set accessory'>>
<<dialog 'Pick accessory'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerAcc3s' '$playerAcc3'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showAcc3sWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerAcc3.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerAcc3.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerAcc3s.pickUp($playerAcc3.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerAcc3'>>
<<goto "Wardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerAcc3.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerAcc3s.pickUp($playerAcc3.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerAcc3'>>
<<dialog 'Pick accessory'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerAcc3s' '$playerAcc3'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="centerLinks">
<<wardrobeOutfitWarningsWidget>>
</div>
</span>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $playerStartType is "straight">>
Dean covered his mouth with his hands as he began to laugh, but he abruptly stopped when he noticed your displeasure.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"I'm sorry mate, it's just... I just didn't think you'd get involved in that sort of thing!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"I'm not - I had no idea what I was signing up to! And I don't plan to do it, either."<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"But, you have to. You've made a deal with Keaton, nobody walks away from that. It sucks, but honestly it's got to be better to get it over with."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Fuck that! I'm straight! For fuck's sake, I have a girlfriend! I couldn't look myself in the mirror as a man anymore if I did that. I'm fighting it. Maybe they think they can get away with disrespecting me, but soon they'll learn otherwise!"<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Alright... alright, that's fair mate. I'm just telling you I've never seen anyone get out of a deal with Keaton. But you're right, your pride is more important."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"...Thanks. So, are you able to help in some way?"<br/><br/>
Dean looked around to check nobody was listening in, then gave a heavy sigh.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Maybe. You're serious about fighting your way out?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Anything... whatever it takes to get out of this. And I can't see any alternative to a fight."<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Look, I can't fight with you, I'm just not that guy, y'know? The only thing I can help you with is the commissary. They don't typically provide for requests unless you someone like Keaton, but they will get you most substances, if you know what to ask for. Tell them you're looking for 'Raymond', and they'll give you what you need. It'll cost you $5, so don't even ask without the money. You'll want to take what he gives you 20 minutes before the fight."<br/><br/>
Any help right now was appreciated, and you were especially grateful to Dean for the tip. While taking some random drug wasn't ideal, desperate times called for desperate measures. But 'Raymond', really? What kind of name was that?<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Thanks Dean. You're a decent guy."<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"It's all good, bud. If you haven't already, you should try speaking to Khan as well - he goes the the library some days. Good luck - I feel bad I hadn't warned you about Keaton, I honestly didn't think you'd get caught up with him. I hope you succeed; maybe it could change a few things around here."<br/><br/>
[[Go back to Main Block.|Mess Room][$deanAdvised = 1; $deanAdvisedStraight = 1]]
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'sissy' or $playerStartType is 'sissybf'>>
Dean covered his mouth with his hands as he began to laugh, but he abruptly stopped when he noticed your displeasure.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"I'm sorry mate, it's just... I just didn't think you'd get involved in that sort of thing!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"You don't need to apologize. I... actually want to do it."<br/><br/>
Dean looked slightly uncomfortable for a moment, though not in a nasty way. You could tell he was thinking such a situation would be the last thing he'd want to be in himself.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Uh... Ok. No, that's cool actually, that's totally cool! Sorry I didn't mean to react that way, that probably came across disrespectful. You do you, bud."<br/><br/>
You couldn't help but feel sheepish. His response was a reminder that even though you wanted to do this, it was something the majority of men would never understand. At least he hadn't completely shut you down over it.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Um, I'm actually pretty busy, so..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Oh, one second! I just wondered if you knew anywhere I could, you know, maybe get some things to be... more feminine?"<br/><br/>
He shook his head in disbelief that you would ask him such a question, and yet, he pulled himself together just enough to at least try answering it.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Look, I don't know anything about that type of thing... but I've <em>heard</em> there's some pretty adult stuff in the library - like books and things. Maybe they can inspire you? Khan is around there too sometimes, perhaps he can help. Then there's the gym for toning up, glute exercises... god, I can't believe I'm saying all this... look I really got to go."<br/><br/>
He ran off to the workshop. It was he obvious he didn't need to be in a rush considering how much time he had free inside here. You were partly disappointed by Dean's reaction, but his advice at least seemed honest. You considered his information as you left.<br/><br/>
[[Go back to Main Block.|Mess Room][$deanAdvised = 1; $deanAdvisedSissy = 1]]
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'closeted'>>
Dean covered his mouth with his hands as he began to laugh, but he abruptly stopped when he noticed your displeasure.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"I'm sorry mate, it's just... I just didn't think you'd get involved in that sort of thing!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"I didn't mean to! Fuck, I can't believe the situation I'm in - do you think there's some way I can get out of it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"If there is I've never heard how. Damn, sorry bud, I wish I had warned you about him! I honestly didn't think you'd be the kind of guy Keaton would pick for that..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"I just don't understand, why me? *Sigh* I'm coming to terms with the fact I'm going to do it. Just get it out of the way and hope I can just move on. Honestly, I just don't want any trouble."<br/><br/>
Dean looked looked pretty uncomfortable for a moment, but not in a mean way. You could tell he was thinking of how he's respond in your situation - that it would be the last thing he'd ever do. Luckily for him, he wasn't in such a predicament.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"I mean... yeah, it probably is for the best."<br/><br/>
A moment of silence hung awkwardly after he said it. Out of anyone who could be a genuine friend here, Dean seemed the most likely one, but in this moment you felt completely alone. It was like you had been singled out to have some kind of death sentence, while the rest of the world was just fine. Other than trying to be empathetic, there was really nothing he could do for you.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"I'll... go now."<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"$name, look... just try to go in there with a brave face, OK? Or try and make a joke out of it or something. It's hard to lose anyone's respect from anyone who humble's themself!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"What do you mean?"<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"I'm trying to say... build yourself up mentally. There should be books in the library that can inspire you, you'd be surprised how much stories can help you get through tough times. If you can get through Keaton's event without losing your cool, maybe Keaton will realize he shouldn't of picked you. He might respect you, or at least leave you alone afterwards."<br/><br/>
You could tell Dean was desperate to help but honestly, that seemed like something he had pulled out his ass. Still, his advice was better than none. Not wanting to make him feel bad, you tried to show gratitude, difficult as it was.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"...Thanks."<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"No worries. Man, if I could help any other way I would. Um, I guess you could also try speaking to Khan? He's in the library some days. That's all I can think of. Damn $name, I've... I've got to go."<br/><br/>
He moved out the workshop pretty quickly, it was obvious the situation was getting to weird for him. While his recommendation was to build up your courage, you couldn't help but wonder if that would truly help you or not. You left the workshop, keen to not dwell on things any longer.<br/><br/>
[[Go back to Main Block.|Mess Room][$deanAdvised = 1; $deanAdvisedCloseted = 1]]
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'dom'>>
Dean covered his mouth with his hands as he began to laugh, but he abruptly stopped when he noticed your intimidating stare.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"I'm sorry mate, it's just... I just didn't think you'd get involved in that sort of thing!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"You thought correct - I had no clue I'd get caught up in this bullshit. I can't believe anyone would think I'd just go along and do this."<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"But... you have to! Once you get involved with Keaton, there's no going back. I know you don't wanna hear that, but it's true."<br/><br/>
You slammed your hand against a nearby wall.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"I said I'm NOT doing it! The people in here are lucky I gave them the benefit of the doubt. Now I know how things work... things are going to change around here."<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Alright, calm down mate. I wasn't trying to upset you or nothing, I'm just saying it as it is... Keaton doesn't just let people walk out of his deals."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Then I guess I'm just going to have to be the first - and I've got some idea how, too. I need someone who can take my place instead, know anyone suited for that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"What the fuck! Are you serious?"<br/><br/>
You didn't even have to voice an answer, the determination on your face said it all.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Wow. Ok then. I... don't know what to say. Wait a second, you better not be thinking me!"<br/><br/>
To be honest, you hadn't. Maybe you just weren't desperate enough, but you hadn't considered doing that to a friend who obviously didn't want that. It's not like he would of been a good fit for the role anyway.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"No Dean, of course not you! There's got to be someone in here more suited to taking my place though. Any ideas?"<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Come on man, I don't really get involved in the sleazy side of Keaton's activities. I'm pretty cool with most guys in here. I'm sorry you're in this situation, but I can't sell out the others - just like how I'd never sell out you. Can't you figure some other way out of this?"<br/><br/>
You sighed. It seemed like you're out of luck, though you respected Dean's sense of loyalty. Still, there was still no other option but this.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"...I suppose there something. The new inhabitants... there should be more arriving real soon."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Really? I thought you just said you'd never sell anyone out."<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"I meant people I already know! And who knows, maybe there's someone who might even be into that shit!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"What do you mean?"<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Ever consider Keaton targeted you because he thought you might enjoy it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Not even once. I just think he mistook my trust for weakness."<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Maybe that's true, but I'm not sure how much you know about all the different types of people there are in this world. That kind of thing could be the beginning of a dream come true for some types..."<br/><br/>
You didn't say anything. Ideally you'd find someone who wanted to do it, but with the deadline looming you really just needed anyone you could successfully convince.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Hey, I need to go now, mate. I've hardly done any work today. Try the cafeteria later, the newcomers should be appearing anytime now. Oh yeah, and I forgot to mention! Khan is in the library some days. Could be be worth asking for his advice too."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Thanks."<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Good luck to you mate. Damn, I'm sorry I didn't warn you about Keaton in advance."<br/><br/>
[[Go back to Main Block.|Mess Room][$deanAdvised = 1; $deanAdvisedDom = 1]]
<<else>>
Something wrong. Dean Advice
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $secretShopState is 0>>
The shopkeeper's expression was completely stone-faced when you asked the question.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Shopkeeper:</span> "Raymond's just in the back here, come over."<br/><br/>
He flipped part of the counter to the side of him, and beckoned you on through. You only had to walk around 5 feet back behind the counter until you were in a darkened area filled with boxes and jars.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Shopkeeper:</span> "Here. That's $5."<br/><br/>
You placed the money in his hand and he put a small card box into yours. As you went to pull the box open, the shopkeeper grabbed your wrist to address you sternly.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Shopkeeper:</span> "Not. Here."<br/><br/>
It seemed he took the secrecy of his business seriously, and you certainly weren't going to disobey someone who could be so helpful to you. Though you thanked him, he only responded by waving you back out of the area.<br/><br/>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Box with Raymond in it')>><<else>><<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Box with Raymond in it'>><</if>>
[[Go back to Main Block.|Mess Room][$gotRaymond = 1]]
<<elseif $secretShopState is 1>>
<<if $playerStartType is 'straight'>>
The shopkeeper took the money from you.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Shopkeeper:</span> "For Khan... understood. Making the right friends in here already, huh?"<br/><br/>
The shopkeeper's words reassured you, but they also reminded you of Khan's advice: his help alone wouldn't be enough. You needed to be strong enough to put up a fight too.<br/><br/>
[[Go back to Main Block.|Mess Room][$khanState6Gift = 1]]
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'sissy' or $playerStartType is 'sissybf'>>
<<if $playerBras.has('Red satin bra')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerBras' 'Red satin bra'>><</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwears.has('Red satin panties')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerUnderwears' 'Red satin panties'>><</if>>
The shopkeeper took the money from you.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Shopkeeper:</span> "Understood. Please, come with me."<br/><br/>
You followed him into a small shadowy area behind the counter that was completely out of sight.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Shopkeeper:</span> "As Khan requested on your behalf, here, these are for you."<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/redSatinSet.jpg" alt="sexy red satin bra and red satin with mesh backed panties" class="storyImage">
You received a sexy red bra with matching panties. The material was satin at the front, but modern, awhile the back of the panties had a mesh see-through material that would make the wearer's ass very visible! It was a very attractive number; slutty but classy, like something a girl would wear on Valentine's Day.<br/><br/>
Though you tried not to look too excited, you couldn't hide the satisfaction on your face. The thought of people being aware of how keen a sissy you were was still a little uncomfortable, but the shopkeeper didn't care at all.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Thank you so much for this."<br/><br/>
While his expression remained unchanged, he acknowledged your gratitude with a nod.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Shopkeeper:</span> "I'm glad they appear to your liking. I imagine we'll be requested to get you more items soon enough. We thank you for shopping here today, but please do not make 'special' requests directly to us here at the commissary. We only provide such services to men of influence, though if they make a request on your behalf we will do our best to oblige."<br/><br/>
You were a little disappointed to hear you couldn't get more items by yourself, but at least there was some way to get new clothes in here!<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Shopkeeper:</span> "If you'll excuse me, I'm quite busy, and I'm sure you have things to attend to also."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Oh, of course. Um, bye."<br/><br/>
With a cheerful smile on your face, you exitted.<br/><br/>
[[Go back to Main Block.|Mess Room][$khanState6Gift = 1]]
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'closeted'>>
The shopkeeper took the money from you.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Shopkeeper:</span> "For Khan? Understood. Please, come along with me."<br/><br/>
You followed him into a small shadowy area behind the counter that was completely out of sight.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Shopkeeper:</span> "As Khan requested on your behalf, here, these are for you."<br/><br/>
It was a pair of bra and panties but the quality was awful. It didn't seem at all suited to anyone your age, and they exuded a horribly musty smell. Thankfully they looked unused, though they had been stained by some kind of food. The shopkeeper handed them over with no expression at all.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Oh... er..."<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/uglyUnderwearSet.jpg" alt="ugly bra and panties" class="storyImage">
<span class="male">Shopkeeper:</span> "What is it? Is there a problem with the items?"<br/><br/>
As discussed with Khan, obeying Keaton's demands but doing a terrible job of them could give you a chance of being relieved from participating in his show. In other words, you could be so unattractive that no man would want to see you like this! But it was an awfully high risk to take; you had no idea how Keaton would really react.<br/><br/>
As you saw the horrible underwear in front of you, you couldn't help think that despite Khan's helpful intentions, this plan might be a mistake. The underwear looked so bad that you suspected Keaton would surely see through your intentionally poor effort. The shopkeeper noticed your expression.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Shopkeeper:</span> "I do apologize if they are not to your liking! From the small details Khan gave me, I thought ownership of such poor quality clothing was what you desired. If you feel otherwise, we do have another set of underwear instead. I must warn you, it's what can only be described as... most alluring."<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Pick the ugly underwear.|SecretShop][$uglyUnderwearPicked = 1; $courageStat += 1; $khanState6Gift = 1; $secretShopState = 2]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Pick the sexy underwear.|SecretShop][$sexyUnderwearPicked = 1; $pervStat += 1; $subStat += 1; $khanState6Gift = 1; $secretShopState = 2]]</div>
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'dom'>>
The shopkeeper took the money from you.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Shopkeeper:</span> "Thank you, sir. We have done our best to interpret Khan's request on your behalf. Please follow me to the back."<br/><br/>
You followed him into a small shadowy area behind the counter that was completely out of sight.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Shopkeeper:</span> "Here, these are for you, or more specifically, they're for you to gift to your... special someone."<br/><br/>
He handed you a neat box that had a lovely scent to it. Opening it, you found the contents to be a sexy matching set of lingerie in purple, along with a makeup set of colors to compliment it!<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/purpleCharSet.jpg" alt="purple lingerie and some makeup" class="storyImage">
<<if $playerInventory.has('Purple lingerie and makeup set')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Purple lingerie and makeup set'>><</if>>
Remembering the clothing you saw under Charlie's bed, you felt confident she'd love this outfit. Whether or not she'd still enjoy wearing them in the circumstances she was about to was... a different matter. There was no need to be too concerned with that quite yet.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Shopkeeper:</span> "It was easier than expected to find your special someone's measurements. You'll find all items to be in the correct sizes."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"This is perfect; excellent work."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Shopkeeper:</span> "I am glad to hear that sir, as I'm sure Khan will be also. Perhaps if you ascend to a position as respectable as his, we will be taking requests directly from yourself in the future."<br/><br/>
With a polite smile, he ushered you back to the front of the shop.<br/><br/>
Holding the box in your hands, you couldn't help but be satisfied with all you achieved. Having Charlie lined up for Keaton's event instead of you wasn't just a relief; you felt accomplished. After acquiring this lingerie, you had never been more confident that you had this whole Keaton situation sorted.<br/><br/>
With care, you took the lingerie back to your room. It was best to keep these items from her until the big day, you thought.<br/><br/>
[[Go back to Main Block.|Mess Room][$khanState6Gift = 1]]
<<else>>
Something wrong. SecretShop2. [[Go back to Main Block.|Mess Room]]
<</if>>
<<elseif $secretShopState is 2>>
<<if $uglyUnderwearPicked is 1>>
<<if $playerBras.has('Ugly bra')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerBras' 'Ugly bra'>><</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwears.has('Ugly panties')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerUnderwears' 'Ugly panties'>><</if>>
<span class="male">Shopkeeper:</span> "Very well. Here, please take your items."<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/uglyUnderwearSet.jpg" alt="ugly bra and panties" class="storyImage">
You took the gross underwear into your possession. It really wasn't attractive in any way; perfectly suited for your intentions. It was going to become very clear to them you were the wrong choice for their show. Some might say it was a brave choice, others may say it was stupid, but you finally felt like you achieved a little victory for once in here - if only a short lived one.<br/><br/>
You placed the items under your clothes to take them back to your room with hopefully nobody noticing them. While your face burned with embarrassment, the shopkeeper showed no emotion whatsoever. You hastily thanked him and left.<br/><br/>
[[Go back to Main Block.|Mess Room]]
<<elseif $sexyUnderwearPicked is 1>>
<<if $playerBras.has('Red satin bra')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerBras' 'Red satin bra'>><</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwears.has('Red satin panties')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerUnderwears' 'Red satin panties'>><</if>>
<span class="male">Shopkeeper:</span> "Excellent. Here, please take your items."<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/redSatinSet.jpg" alt="sexy red satin bra and red satin with mesh backed panties" class="storyImage">
You received a sexy red bra with matching panties. The material was satin at the front, but modern, awhile the back of the panties had a mesh see-through material that would make the wearer's ass very visible! It was a very attractive number; the kind of outfit a girl would wear on Valentine's Day. You felt very uncomfortable realizing you'd soon be wearing this at Keaton's event, not that the shopkeeper said anything.<br/><br/>
You had gone against the plan you discussed with Khan, not that he would care. It's just now you'd appear to be doing a good job for Keaton, which of course wasn't your intention! It was the safer choice at least, you told yourself, with far less risk of angering Keaton.<br/><br/>
You placed the items under your clothes to take them back to your room with hopefully nobody noticing them. While your face burned with embarrassment, the shopkeeper showed no emotion whatsoever. You hastily thanked him and left.<br/><br/>
[[Go back to Main Block.|Mess Room]]
<<else>>
Something wrong. SecretShop3
<</if>>
<<else>>
Something wrong: Secretshop loop.
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $andersonAdviceState is 0>>
<<if $playerStartType is 'straight'>>
Anderson didn't seem like the easiest person to speak with, but you asked him for advice anyway. You kept things vague, telling him that you'd got involved with some trouble with Keaton and his gang. He maintained a disinterested expression the entire time.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Yeah, well... not a good idea to get involved with that guy, was it? Kinda thought you'd be a smarter guy than that."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"I didn't know anything about him! I don't want to go along with... with whatever his plan is. Do you know anything what's going on here?"<br/><br/>
Anderson just shrugged before turning his attention back to the TV.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Come on! If you have any way you can get me out of this, help me. I need every bit I can get in here."<br/><br/>
Anderson had no reaction at first, but suddenly his eyes widened as if some great idea had just struck him. He sat up in excitement.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Did you bring any photos of your girl with you in here?"<br/><br/>
The moment he said it, you felt a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. It was obvious where he was going with this.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"I know it's odd to ask this but... I've been here at Grenton for a while now. You know I appreciate a good looking women, and word around here is your girl is hot as fuck! Get a few photos my way and maybe I can help you. I've managed to stash away some useful things, and I can promise you this: if you give me a photo, before the event I'll give you something that will make it far easier to deal with Keaton and his gang."<br/><br/>
There was word spreading of how $gf looked? Someone must of seen her at the visitor room and said something. This felt wrong - what kind of guy makes a request like this? Men who slobber over another person's girlfriend were bad enough in the outside world, but they're even more insufferable when you're stuck living with them. Anderson noticed the reluctance on your face.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"I just want to borrow them. Let's say... two weeks. Doesn't that sound fair to you?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Fine, deal.|AndersonAdvice][$andersonStraightDeal = 1; $andersonAdvised = 1; $andersonAdviceState = 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[No.|AndersonAdvice][$andersonStraightDeal = 0; $andersonAdvised = 1; $andersonAdviceState = 1]]</div>
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'sissy' or $playerStartType is 'sissybf'>>
Anderson didn't seem like the easiest person to speak with, but you asked him for advice anyway. You kept things vague, telling him that you'd got involved with some trouble with Keaton and his gang. He maintained a disinterested expression the entire time.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Yeah, well... not a good idea to get involved with that guy, was it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"I wouldn't say that."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"What do you mean - what kind of man wants to be in that situation?"<br/><br/>
You could already feel that Anderson wasn't going to be of help. As you went to turn away he suddenly got up, screwing his face into a mix of both inquistiveness and disgust.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"You... you want to do it, don't you? Oh my god! Hm, so you're one of them!"<br/><br/>
Maybe you should of expected such a reaction. Anderson seemed like a simple man, but this confirmed he was also a pretty close-minded one too. You couldn't help but feel embarrassed by his tone though.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"You know what, forget it."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Hey, hold on now! Maybe I overreacted there... Yeah, sorry... I shouldn't of spoke like that."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"...it's fine."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"No, no it's not. Let me help you out. We all need to look out for each other in here, right?"<br/><br/>
Suddenly things seemed to be turning around. This seemed promising.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"I've stashed a few things away in my time here; maybe I've got something that could help you out. Of course... I'd need something from you in return."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Um, and what would that be?"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"I know it's odd to ask this but... I've been here at Grenton for a while now. You know I appreciate a good looking women, and word around here is your girl is hot as fuck! Get a few photos my way and I'll help you out."<br/><br/>
There was word spreading of how $gf looked? Someone must of seen her at the visitor room and said something. This felt wrong - what kind of guy makes a request like this? Men who slobber over another person's girlfriend were bad enough in the outside world, but they're even more insufferable when you're stuck living with them. Anderson noticed the reluctance on your face.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"I just want to borrow them. Let's say... two weeks. Doesn't that sound fair to you?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Fine, deal.|AndersonAdvice][$andersonSissyDeal = 1; $andersonAdvised = 1; $andersonAdviceState = 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[No.|AndersonAdvice][$andersonSissyDeal = 0; $andersonAdvised = 1; $andersonAdviceState = 1]]</div>
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'closeted'>>
Anderson didn't seem like the easiest person to speak with, but you asked him for advice anyway. You kept things vague, telling him that you'd got involved with some trouble with Keaton and his gang. He maintained a disinterested expression the entire time.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Yeah, well... not a good idea to get involved with that guy, was it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"That's an understatement - how was I even supposed to know!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Hey, at least you got the good sense to realize you gotta do it! Nobody can back out of a deal with Keaton, especially not you."<br/><br/>
You let out a resigned sigh, realizing just how hopeless escaping this situation was. Already you sensed that Anderson wasn't going to be of help. As you went to turn away he suddenly shot up from his seat, his eyes wide open like he had just had some brilliant idea.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Wait a minute... there might be something that can help you - but I'd need something in return, of course. Did you happen to bring any photos of your girl with you in here?"<br/><br/>
The moment he said it, you felt a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. It was obvious where he was going with this.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"I know it's odd to ask this but... I've been here at Grenton for a while now. You know I appreciate a good looking women, and word around here is your girl is hot as fuck! Get a few photos my way and I'm pretty sure I can help you."<br/><br/>
Word was spreading here of how $gf looked? Someone must of seen her at the visitor room and said something. What kind of deal was this? You had to focus yourself on stopping tears from welling up in your eyes just at the thought of going through with this. Right now your life felt at a real low point. You didn't want Anderson to see you as weak, but you also needed all the help you could get.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"I just want to borrow them. Let's say... two weeks. Doesn't that sound fair to you?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Fine, deal.|AndersonAdvice][$andersonClosetedDeal = 1; $andersonAdvised = 1; $andersonAdviceState = 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[No.|AndersonAdvice][$andersonClosetedDeal = 0; $andersonAdvised = 1; $andersonAdviceState = 1]]</div>
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'dom'>>
Anderson didn't seem like the easiest person to speak with, but you asked him for advice anyway. You kept things vague, telling him that you'd got involved with some trouble with Keaton and his gang. He maintained a disinterested expression the entire time.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Yeah, well... not a good idea to get involved with that guy, was it? Kinda thought you'd be a smarter guy than that."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"He took advantage of my misplaced trust, but he's mistaken if he thinks I'll be the one doing his little event. I'm working to have someone do it in my place."<br/><br/>
Anderson just shrugged before he turned attention back to the TV, but you wouldn't let him ignore you just yet.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"You've been here a while, right? Surely you know something about this event; anything that could help me prepare?"<br/><br/>
Anderson had no reaction at first, but suddenly his eyes widened as if some great idea had just struck him. He sat up in excitement.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Heh, maybe I do. But if I'm going to tell you I need something in return. Let me ask you a question, did you bring any photos of your girl with you in here?"<br/><br/>
You had a sinking feeling in your stomach the moment he said it. You could see where this was going.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"I know it's odd to ask this but... I've been here at Grenton for a while now. You know I appreciate a good looking women, and word around here is your girl is hot as fuck! Get a few photos my way and maybe I can help you. It might be the perfect little something to get yourself out of this little predicament."<br/><br/>
It seems someone must have seen you and $gf at the visitor room and said something. Anger boiled up within you at this scum's audacity. People who slobber over other people's girlfriends are bad enough in the outside world, but they're even more insufferable when you're stuck with them. You couldn't hide the disdain on your face, which Anderson noticed.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Hey, it'll only be to borrow the photos... let's say... two weeks. Does that sound fair to you?"<br/><br/>
The thought crossed your mind to make Anderson the somebody to take your place. You'd enjoy taking an asshole like him down a peg. Sadly he looked far too masculine, and despite seeming like a similar age to you, his rough face was weathered beyond his years. You couldn't imagine getting him into a state for Keaton to find 'satisfactory'. Plus it meant spending more time with him, a rather distasteful prospect.<br/><br/>
As much as you would of preferred to avoid it, you didn't exactly have the luxury of many options in here. Perhaps sucking it up and making a deal would be worth it.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"So how about it. Her photos for my favor?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Fine, deal.|AndersonAdvice][$andersonDomDeal = 1; $andersonAdvised = 1; $andersonAdviceState = 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[No.|AndersonAdvice][$andersonDomDeal = 0; $andersonAdvised = 1; $andersonAdviceState = 1]]</div>
<<else>>
Something wrong. AndersonAdvice = Part 0.
<</if>>
<<elseif $andersonAdviceState is 1>>
<<if $playerStartType is 'straight' and $andersonStraightDeal is 0>>
All the excitement drained from Anderson with instant effect.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Pfft... well, it's no worry of mine then. Go on then, off you fuck. Oh, and good luck with Keaton."<br/><br/>
You accepted that Anderson would be of no help to you, and left.<br/><br/>
[[Go back to Main Block.|Mess Room]]
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'straight' and $andersonStraightDeal is 1>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Photos of $gf')>><<drop '$playerInventory' 'Photos of $gf'>><<else>><</if>>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"A deal it is!"<br/><br/>
You handed over the photos of $gf. This didn't feel good but you felt the compromise was necessary to get through this. Anderson was already salivating over them.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Oh wow! WOW! This is... even better than I could of imagined!"<br/><br/>
As your mind buzzed with confliction about whether to make a deal or not, you realized you hadn't even thought of holding a few pictures back. He held every image of $gf you had, and some of them were... <br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Bikini pics! Fuckin' A!"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/aa2.jpg" alt="hot girl in yellow bikini" class="storyImage">
Last year, you and $gf went on a holiday to a beach resort in Mexico. One of your photos was her posing on a white sandy beach in a tiny, bright yellow bikini. There's another photo with you in it, right behind her. She had always looked so hot in that photo, and you felt gross seeing it in Anderson's hands.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Alright, alright! We 100% have a deal - I'll sort you out just before the event."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Ok, but what exactly is it you're getting me?"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Eh, I can't be sure yet. I'll check my stash... don't worry, it will definitely be something that can help."<br/><br/>
It was clear Anderson's main concern was getting the photos. Helping you seemed to be an after thought to him, and that was assuming the best. You found yourself questioning whether you could actually rely on him.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Trust Anderson.|AndersonAdvice][$andersonStraightTrusted = 1; $andersonAdviceState = 2]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Don't trust Anderson.|AndersonAdvice][$andersonStraightTrusted = 0; $andersonAdviceState = 2]]</div>
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'sissybf' and $andersonSissyDeal is 0>>
All the excitement drained from Anderson with instant effect.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Pfft... well, it's no worry of mine then. Go on then, off you fuck. Oh, and good luck with Keaton."<br/><br/>
You accepted that Anderson would be of no help to you, and left.<br/><br/>
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<<elseif $playerStartType is 'sissy' and $andersonSissyDeal is 0>>
All the excitement drained from Anderson with instant effect.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Pfft... well, it's no worry of mine then. Go on then, off you fuck. Oh, and good luck with Keaton."<br/><br/>
You accepted that Anderson would be of no help to you, and left.<br/><br/>
[[Go back to Main Block.|Mess Room]]
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'sissy' and $andersonSissyDeal is 1>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Photos of $gf')>><<drop '$playerInventory' 'Photos of $gf'>><<else>><</if>>
You handed over the photos of $gf. This didn't feel good but you felt the compromise was necessary if you're going to prove yourself to Keaton. Anderson was already salivating over them.<br/><br/>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Grooming kit')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Grooming kit'>><</if>>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Oh wow! WOW! These are... even better than I could have imagined!"<br/><br/>
As your mind buzzed with confliction about whether to make a deal or not, you realized you hadn't even thought of holding a few pictures back. He held every image of $gf you had, and some of them were... <br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Bikini pics! Fuckin' A!"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/aa2.jpg" alt="hot girl in yellow bikini" class="storyImage">
Last year, you and $gf went on a holiday to a beach resort in Mexico. One of your photos was of her on a white sandy beach in a tiny, bright yellow bikini. You loved the look of the thin straps of the tanga briefs as they dug into her hips. So feminine - honestly, she looked so good you were jealous. Sometimes that holiday felt like you were only there to take photos of her, to be the dutiful 'Instagram boyfriend' people joke about. Still, you had fond memories of that time, memories that laid in Anderson's hands now. He was practically drooling over them.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Alright, alright! We 100% have a deal. My God - she really does have a nice pair on her, doesn't she?"<br/><br/>
As disgusting as his comments were, you were used to it. $gf was a beautiful looking girl, and you had always had to endure comments from men that had no respect for boundaries. For other men, these guys probably wouldn't share such thoughts out loud, but they felt no need to do so around you. Anderson was just like them.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"How did <em>you</em> get a girl like this? This just... it just doesn't make sense!"<br/><br/>
You felt yourself blush from such rudeness. He said it like it was an accusation. Like you weren't worthy. Part of you wanted to get out of here, but you knew there was no backing out now.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Come on, you wanted my help didn't you? Tell me how. How did you get this babe to be your girlfriend!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Well we share a lot of interests. We love going out for food, spending time together... I'm not like the types she dated before me and I think she loved that about me. She was really in a bad place when we met, but with me she-"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Oh my god, just stop talking! Honestly it makes even less sense to me now."<br/><br/>
You were getting sick of his offensive comments but you didn't want to say anything and risk him not helping you.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Look, can you just help me already?"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Help you? Oh, yeah, of course. I've got something that will help things go very smoothly! Quite literally."<br/><br/>
He told you to wait, before coming back with a small package.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Here you are, your own grooming kit."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Oh wow... thank you."<br/><br/>
You were surprised, for a moment there you didn't think Anderson would provide anything useful.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"No problem. You're doing this because you want to be a woman, right? Well I don't know many women with hairy legs."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"A woman? No I'm just..."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"No need to thank me. There's a private shower, you'll be able shave there without anyone noticing. Don't try it in the communal ones, it'll only piss people off."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"...Thanks."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"All good. You know... I think you're making the right decision. That amazing girl of yours... I'll be honest, I don't think you're worthy of her, especially after seeing how you act in here."<br/><br/>
It was irritating that he felt he could be so blunt towards you. You were about to chat back but he waved you out before you could find your words.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Right, that's enough. Get out of here, you're interrupting my shows."<br/><br/>
You held the grooming kit meekly and walked away. Looking back just as you exited the room, you saw him shuffling through the photos once more.<br/><br/>
[[Go back to Main Block.|Mess Room]]
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'sissybf' and $andersonSissyDeal is 1>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Photos of $gf')>><<drop '$playerInventory' 'Photos of $gf'>><<else>><</if>>
You handed over the photos of $gf. This didn't feel good but you felt the compromise was necessary if you're going to prove yourself to Keaton. Anderson was already salivating over them.<br/><br/>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Grooming kit')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Grooming kit'>><</if>>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Oh wow! WOW! This is... even better than I could have imagined!"<br/><br/>
As your mind buzzed with confliction about whether to make a deal or not, you realized you hadn't even thought of holding a few pictures back. He held every image of $gf you had, and some of them were... <br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Bikini pics! Fuckin' A!"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/aa2.jpg" alt="hot girl in yellow bikini" class="storyImage">
Last year, you and $gf went on a holiday to a beach resort in Mexico. One of your photos was of her on a white sandy beach in a tiny, bright yellow bikini. You loved the look of the thin straps of the tanga briefs as they dug into her hips. So feminine - honestly, she looked so good you were jealous. Sometimes that holiday felt like you were only there to take photos of her, to be the dutiful 'Instagram boyfriend' people joke about. Still, you had fond memories of that time, memories that laid in Anderson's hands now. He was practically drooling over them.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Alright, alright! We 100% have a deal. My God - she really does have a nice pair on her, doesn't she?"<br/><br/>
As disgusting as his comments were, you were used to it. $gf was a beautiful looking girl, and you had always had to endure comments from men that had no respect for boundaries. For other men, these guys probably wouldn't share such thoughts out loud, but they felt no need to do so around you. Anderson was just like them.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"How did <em>you</em> get a girl like this? This just... it just doesn't make sense!"<br/><br/>
You felt yourself blush from such rudeness. He said it like it was an accusation. Like you weren't worthy. Part of you wanted to get out of here, but you knew there was no backing out now.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Come on, you wanted my help didn't you? Tell me how. How did you get this babe to be your girlfriend!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Well we share a lot of interests. We love going out for food, spending time together... I'm not like the types she dated before me and I think she loved that about me. She was really in a bad place when we met, but with me she-"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Oh my god, just stop talking! Honestly it makes even less sense to me now."<br/><br/>
You were getting sick of his offensive comments but you didn't want to say anything and risk him not helping you.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Fine. So, how are you actually going to help me?"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Help you? Oh, yeah, of course. I've got something that will help things go very smoothly! Quite literally."<br/><br/>
He told you to wait, before coming back with a small package.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Here you are, your own grooming kit."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Oh wow... thank you."<br/><br/>
You were surprised, for a moment there you didn't think Anderson would provide anything useful.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"No problem. You're doing this because you want to be a woman, right? Well I don't know many women with hairy legs."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"A woman? No I'm just..."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"No need to thank me. There's a private shower, you'll be able shave there without anyone noticing. Don't try it in the communal ones, it'll only piss people off."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"...Thanks."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"All good. You know... I think you're making the right decision. That amazing girl of yours... I'll be honest, I don't think you're worthy of her, especially after seeing how you act in here."<br/><br/>
It was irritating that he felt he could be so blunt towards you. Whether that was true or not, he should of kept his opinion to himself. You were about to chat back but he waved you out before you could find your words.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Right, that's enough. Get out of here, you're interrupting my shows."<br/><br/>
You held the grooming kit meekly and walked away. Looking back just as you exited the room, you saw him shuffling through the photos once more.<br/><br/>
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<<elseif $playerStartType is 'closeted' and $andersonClosetedDeal is 0>>
All the excitement drained from Anderson with instant effect.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Pfft... fine by me! Go on then... good luck with Keaton."<br/><br/>
You accepted that Anderson would be of no help to you, and left.<br/><br/>
[[Go back to Main Block.|Mess Room]]
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'closeted' and $andersonClosetedDeal is 1>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Photos of $gf')>><<drop '$playerInventory' 'Photos of $gf'>><<else>><</if>>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"A deal it is!"<br/><br/>
You handed over the photos of $gf. This didn't feel good but you felt the compromise was necessary to get through this. Anderson was already salivating over them.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Oh wow! WOW! This is... even better than I could have imagined!"<br/><br/>
As your mind buzzed with confliction about whether to make a deal or not, you realized you hadn't even thought of holding a few pictures back. He held every image of $gf you had, and some of them were... <br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Bikini pics! Fuckin' A!"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/aa2.jpg" alt="hot girl in yellow bikini" class="storyImage">
Last year, you and $gf went on a holiday to a beach resort in Mexico. One of your photos was of her on a white sandy beach in a tiny, bright yellow bikini. You loved the look of the thin straps of the tanga briefs as they dug into her hips. So feminine - honestly, she looked so good you were jealous. Sometimes that holiday felt like you were only there to take photos of her, to be the dutiful 'Instagram boyfriend' people joke about. Still, you had fond memories of that time, memories that laid in Anderson's hands now. He was practically drooling over them.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Alright, alright! We 100% have a deal. My God - she really does have a nice pair on her, doesn't she?"<br/><br/>
As annoying as his comments were, you were used to it. $gf was a beautiful looking girl, and you had always had to endure comments from men that had no respect for boundaries. You found in these situations the best thing was just to nod politely in agreement until they moved on. It was particularly difficult in this situation.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"How did <em>you</em> get a girl like this? This just... it just doesn't make sense!"<br/><br/>
You felt yourself blush from such rudeness. It was such a thinly veiled accusation that you weren't worthy of her. The worst part of all was he was determined for you to give him an answer.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Come on... you wanted my help didn't you. How?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Well we share a lot of interests. We love going out for food, spending time together... I'm not like the types she dated before me and I think she loved that about me. She was really in a bad place when we met, but with me she-"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Oh my god, just stop talking! Honestly it makes even less sense to me now."<br/><br/>
You were getting sick of his offensive comments but you didn't want to say anything and risk him not helping you.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Fine. So, how are you actually going to help me?"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Help you out of it? Oh no, not at all! You made the deal with Keaton."<br/><br/>
The sheer audacity took you aback.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"You seem smart enough to realize it would be a bad move to go against Keaton. The best thing you can do is make sure things go smoothly. Quite literally."<br/><br/>
He told you to wait, before coming back with a small package.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Here... it's a grooming kit."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"What!? How is this helpful at all?"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Because otherwise you're going to piss Keaton off, and that'll be no good for anyone, including you. Just get the whole thing done with as little trouble as possible. I'm not saying anything you didn't already know."<br/><br/>
Anderson was a real pain in the ass, but to be honest what he just said rang true. Still, this barely felt like a fair deal - not that Anderson cared.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"No need to thank me. Are you aware of the private showers? You can shave there without anyone noticing. Don't even bother trying it in the communal ones, the men won't be happy."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"...Thanks."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"A little gratitude, finally! Now get out of here. You're interrupting my shows."<br/><br/>
You held the grooming kit meekly and walked away. Looking back just as you exited the room you saw him shuffling through the photos once more.<br/><br/>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Grooming kit')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Grooming kit'>><</if>>
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<<elseif $playerStartType is 'dom' and $andersonDomDeal is 0>>
All the excitement drained from Anderson with instant effect.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Pfft... well, it's no worry of mine then. Go on then, off you fuck. Oh, and good luck with Keaton."<br/><br/>
You accepted that Anderson would be of no help to you, and left.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'dom' and $andersonDomDeal is 1>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Photos of $gf')>><<drop '$playerInventory' 'Photos of $gf'>><<else>><</if>>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"A deal it is!"<br/><br/>
You handed over the photos of $gf. This didn't feel good but you felt the compromise was necessary to get through this. Anderson was already salivating over them.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Oh wow! WOW! These are even better than I could of imagined!"<br/><br/>
As your mind buzzed with confliction about whether to make a deal or not, you realized you hadn't even thought of holding a few pictures back. He held every image of $gf you had, and some of them were... <br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Bikini pics! Fuckin' A!"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/aa2.jpg" alt="hot girl in yellow bikini" class="storyImage">
Last year, you and $gf went on a holiday to a beach resort in Mexico. One of your photos was her posing on a white sandy beach in a tiny, bright yellow bikini. There's another photo with you in it, right behind her. Moments earlier you had squeezed her perfect ass, giving you the hardest erection you've ever had in public. You had to cheekily press up against the back of her just to make sure it wasn't caught on camera. She was in the middle of laughing in the photo. You felt gross realizing these photos were now in Anderson's hands.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Alright, alright! We 100% have a deal - I'll sort you out just before the event."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"...Great. And what is it exactly you're going to do for me?"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Ah, well I can't be sure yet. I'll check with my friends... don't worry though, it'll all be taken care of."<br/><br/>
It was clear Anderson's main concern was getting the photos. Helping you seemed to be an after thought to him, and that was assuming the best. You found yourself questioning whether you could actually rely on him. Plus the way he looked over the photos really rubbed you the wrong way... it was flat out disrespectful.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Trust Anderson.|AndersonAdvice][$andersonDomTrusted = 1; $subStat += 1; $andersonAdviceState = 2]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Don't trust Anderson.|AndersonAdvice][$andersonDomTrusted = 0; $domStat += 1; $andersonAdviceState = 2]]</div>
<<else>>
Something wrong. AndersonAdvice - if Part 1 error.
<</if>>
<<elseif $andersonAdviceState is 2>>
<<if $andersonStraightTrusted is 1 and $playerStartType is 'straight'>>
You decided to trust Anderson - the photos were already in his hands anyway. He said he'd come to you just before the event, so all you can do now is hope he follows through.<br/><br/>
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<<if $playerInventory.has('Photos of $gf')>><<drop '$playerInventory' 'Photos of $gf'>><<else>><</if>>
<<elseif $andersonStraightTrusted is 0 and $playerStartType is 'straight'>>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"You don't actually have anything to help me do you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"What!? Yeah I do... of course I do."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"I've already made enough bad judgment calls in here. You're full of shit!"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Fuck off buddy."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"No, I'm not going anywhere unless you can tell me right now what you're going to give me to help."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"I'll give you one of these!"<br/><br/>
Anderson grabbed the back of his chair in a quick motion and threw it at you. He had only grabbed the chair with one hand so it wasn't hard to push away as it came at you, but it was still a surprise that caught you off guard. He had made a run for it in all the commotion. You tried to give chase, but the chair clattered about in front of you; it's legs almost tripping you up as you made to go after him.<br/><br/>
There was no chance to catch up - he had an easy lead in a facility he knew much better than you. You heard a faint yell from the corridor he ran down.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Have fun with Keaton's gang - bitch!"<br/><br/>
He had escaped with the photos. It was safe to say you couldn't count on Anderson. While you had lost the photos, at least you hadn't made the mistake of trusting him.<br/><br/>
[[Go back to Main Block.|Mess Room]]
<<elseif $andersonDomTrusted is 0 and $playerStartType is 'dom'>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Photos of $gf')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Photos of $gf'>><</if>>
You didn't trust this guy one bit. It came as a complete shock to Anderson when you suddenly grabbed the wrist, and squeezed tightly to make the photos drop out his hand, scattering to the floor.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"OW! FUCK!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"This deal isn't happening. It's obvious you're full of shit! Do you think I'm fucking stupid? You think you can make some fool of me? Do you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"AH! OW! STOP! STOP!!! No... I don't! I swear, I don't!"<br/><br/>
You pushed his arm into his chest, sending him back a few steps. He looked pissed off, but after staring you in the eye he quickly backed down.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"You dumbass! I could of helped you but... but, I'm glad I fuckin' didn't!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"I've already made enough bad calls in here, I'm not falling for anymore of this BS!"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>"Whatever... Keaton's gang are going to mess you up."<br/><br/>
Defeatedly, he left to go back to his room. It didn't seem like anyone was around to witness the altercation, which was kind of a shame. You needed to make the people in here aware that you're no doormat. Obviously you couldn't get any help from Anderson now, but you didn't care for aid from the likes of him. You picked up the photos and left.<br/><br/>
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<<elseif $andersonDomTrusted is 1 and $playerStartType is 'dom'>>
You decided to trust Anderson - the photos were already in his hands anyway. He said he'd make the arrangements, and his help would arrive the day of the event. You'd just have to hope he lives up to his word. Still, it might be worth finding other ways through this ordeal, just in case.<br/><br/>
[[Go back to Main Block.|Mess Room]]
<<if $playerInventory.has('Photos of $gf')>><<drop '$playerInventory' 'Photos of $gf'>><<else>><</if>>
<<else>>
Something wrong. AndersonAdvice - if loop Part 2.
<</if>>
<<else>>
Something wrong. AndersonAdvice Entire Loop Error.
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $playerStartType is 'straight'>>
You began telling Khan about your predicament, but he abruptly cut you off.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Please, $name, there's no need to say more. I'm quite aware of Keaton's... activities - though I must say, they seem to be escalating quite a bit. So, you come to me thinking I can help you escape this arrangement, yes?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"If there is something you can do, yes! Listen, I had no idea what I was signing up for, but this is way too far! It's some kind of scam!"<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"We're in Grenton $name... we're all criminals here, and with very little supervision I might add. Were you really that naïve?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Apparently I was, but this is completely unfair! There's no way in hell I'll be taken advantage of like this. What kind of man would actually go through with this?"<br/><br/>
Khan gestured his eyes away comically, like he knew the answer to that question. There was nothing funny about this to you though. You slammed your fist on the desk out of frustration, though you quickly regretted the outburst.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Sorry... it's just... can you help me or not?"<br/><br/>
Khan placed his hand to his mouth like he was deeply comprehending something, before letting out an exhaled huff of exasperation.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Hmm... maybe there's something. I have a few connections to members of Keaton's gang. For $30 I think I can get them to lay off you if any fight were to go down, which by your demeanor appears like it will. That still means there will be others left who put up a fight though, understood? It'll take some serious strength to teach them a lesson; Keaton would only give you such a command because he thinks you'll go through with it."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"I don't understand what gives him the impression I would!"<br/><br/>
Khan just shrugged.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Guess you'll have to prove him wrong."<br/><br/>
This whole situation kept irritating you. It was still unbelievable that you found yourself in such a situation.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Hey, the simple fact you're looking for a way to out suggests he may have misjudged you. $30. Bring it to the shopkeeper and say it's for Khan. I'll handle the rest."<br/><br/>
It was expensive, but you were thankful to Khan that he had given you the option. Now you had to weigh up if it was deal worth doing.<br/><br/>
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<<elseif $playerStartType is 'sissy' or $playerStartType is 'sissybf'>>
You began telling Khan about your predicament, but he abruptly cut you off.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Please, $name, there's no need to say more. I'm quite aware of Keaton's... activities - though I must say, they seem to be escalating quite a bit. So, you come to me thinking I can help you escape this arrangement, yes?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Um, not exactly. Actually I'm... going to do it."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Well... well now. That is peculiar."<br/><br/>
You felt shame burn within you.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"S-sorry I shouldn't of brought this up..."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"No, please! I didn't mean that to come across as judgmental. In fact, I think someone who knows themselves and what they want is a beautiful thing... even if it's a little out there. You're a rare breed, $name. Somehow Keaton saw something in you that apparently you feel too... it seems Grenton may be a great place for you."<br/><br/>
You smiled shyly. You were still coming to terms with your decision, but it felt like you were on the path you belonged.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Thanks, Khan. I'm still only beginning to explore this, but... I'd like to look pretty feminine for the event Keaton is throwing."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Of course you do. I don't wish offense but right now you appear very much as a man. There might not be enough time before Keaton's event to unlock your full potential, but it certainly wouldn't hurt to make the first steps swiftly as you can."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"How do I make this happen - is there any way can you help me?"<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"To be honest $name, this isn't particularly my area of expertise. However, as a businessman I'm always looking for a way to provide the market with what it needs. Would I be incorrect to think that wearing a sexy bra and panties to this event would send Keaton and his men the message you want?"<br/><br/>
It wouldn't just send the message, you thought. It would feel incredible! Suddenly your hope to get your hands on some feminine clothes seemed very much within reach!<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Ah, I think that expression of yours says it all. In that case, I'm sure we can get that supplied for you. When you have $30, go to the commissary shopkeeper. Tell him you're there for the slutty stuff - he'll sort things from there."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Ok. Thank you Khan!"<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Don't mention it. Now if you're finished, I'd like to get back to my book please."<br/><br/>
Your mind buzzed with possibilities of what the underwear would look like. All you needed to do was get that money to the shopkeeper. You felt a mixture of feelings; shame that you had to go to the men of this place to help you be what you want to be, but also excitement for what would was hopefully coming. Right now, it was important not to let such complicated emotions hinder you.<br/><br/>
Khan began to reopen his book before raising his hand into a polite gesture for you to leave.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room][$khanAdvisedSissy = 1; $khanAdvised = 1]]
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'closeted'>>
You began telling Khan about your predicament, but he abruptly cut you off.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Please, $name, there's no need to say more. I'm quite aware of Keaton's... activities - though I must say, they seem to be escalating quite a bit. So, you come to me thinking I can help you escape this arrangement, yes?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Is there anything you can do? I'm ashamed to say this, but... right now I feel like I should just do it."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"I see. Well to be brutally honest, your feeling is correct. Anything other than meeting Keaton's demands of you would put yourself in a disadvantageous spot. You seem a rare breed $name, Keaton sees something in you that I'm not sure you see yourself... you may not realize yet, but what he has planned might actually be good for you."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"What are you talking about!? I'm a guy... I have a girlfriend! How can anyone think I'd enjoy something like that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Of course. Apologies, I didn't mean to offend. All I'm trying to say is, you should think hard about how you're going to develop in here. Look at me right now for instance! I finally have a chance to take time off from my businesses and read. Each day I'm learning more and growing as a person. Of course I would rather not be here, but being put in this place has given me time to re-evaluate who I am. It's made me work to be better... and more importantly, happier."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"I can't believe this... sorry Khan but I'm leaving!"<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Wait $name, let me be clear! You don't have a chance of getting out of this deal with Keaton. Whether you trust me or not, you know deep down that's true! Your best option may be to mitigate you losses."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Mitigate... what do you mean?"<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"You could fulfil Keaton's requirements in a manner that does as little damage to your pride as possible. You've already accepted you have to do this correct? What if you did a bad job? That way, you have a chance of Keaton not even wanting you to do his event."<br/><br/>
That actually made some sense. At first you felt that Khan was just ridiculing you, but this seemed like a decent idea. Maybe there was a small light of hope for you after all. Khan noticed your receptiveness to the idea.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"If that sounds like a good idea to you $name, head to the commissary, but only when you have $30. I'll arrange with the shopkeeper to get something suitable for you. Ask him for a care package from me, he'll sort you out from there."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"OK. Thank you Khan... thank you so much."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"No need to mention it. Now, if you're finished, I'd like to get back to my book."<br/><br/>
Your mind buzzed with possibilities. If you could play this right, maybe the whole situation would be over soon enough. You just needed to get that money to the shopkeeper. Khan began to reopen his book before raising his hand into a polite gesture for you to leave.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room][$khanAdvisedCloseted = 1; $khanAdvised = 1]]
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'dom'>>
You began telling Khan about your predicament, but he abruptly cut you off.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Please, $name, there's no need to say more. I'm quite aware of Keaton's... activities - though I must say, they seem to be escalating quite a bit. So, you come to me thinking I can help you escape this arrangement, yes?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Actually I think I can deal with this situation myself Khan, I just need a little information. I'm not going to let anyone around here bully me into subservience. That's a lesson everyone will learn soon. What I'm looking for now is someone I can find to take the place intended for me."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Hm... I see. I have to say, you've got some real balls to even suggest that. But don't forget we're in Grenton, $name. We're all criminals here, and with very little supervision, I might add. It's a perilous game you're playing here."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"I'm not playing. I'm taking charge of this situation. Don't make the same mistake Keaton has made underestimating me. The only reason I need help is that I don't know this place well enough yet. Now... can you let me know of anyone I can use for this or not?"<br/><br/>
Khan crossed his arms as he leaned back in his chair. He stared at with a kind of admiration.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"I see a little something of myself in you. You have that go-get it attitude that is all too rare these days. Mind you, I applied that spirit to running a business empire, not by trying to... well, that's besides the issue. I'm beginning to believe your approach just might work, but I'm sorry to say I don't know anyone to take your place."<br/><br/>
He pressed his fingers to his lips as he entered a momentary state of deep thought.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Hmm... there may be something else I can offer though. When you have someone in mind for taking your place, go to the commissary and bring $30 with you. Tell the shopkeeper you wish to buy a gift for the person you have in mind, and say I sent you. I'm sure they can provide something to help."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"What's with all the dealings around here, just what the hell is going on in this place?"<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"I know... it really is a strange environment. But you have do what you have to do inside here."<br/><br/>
You sighed in disbelief.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Well, I'm willing to take every advantage I can get."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Exactly! Ah, there's that firey spirit once again. Good luck out there $name, I suspect you just might pull this off!"<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room][$khanAdvisedDom = 1; $khanAdvised = 1]]
<<else>>
Something wrong. KhanAdvice.
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>
<img src="images/locations/showers2.jpg" alt="private shower" class="storyImage"><br/>
You took the razor blade and carefully shaved your pubes to be smooth. It took a while but thankfully your body hair has never been too thick.<br/><br/>
You ran your fingers over the freshly smooth skin. You've done a good job, this should last 4 or 5 days! You've always felt better without body hair; it just feels right.<br/><br/>
<div class="centerLinks">[[Finish and go to Main Block|Mess Room][$smoothBody = 1; $smoothDaysLeft = 4]]</div>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
You took a seat in the corner of the cafeteria where you could slyly observe the newcomers. To not to look suspicious was difficult despite your best efforts. Could Dean have really been right; could there actually be someone who would <em>want</em> to do Keaton's event.<br/><br/>
It was only as you tried to identify such a person, you realized just how ridiculous this was! You had no idea what you were looking for, how could you possibly tell by sight alone. You figured your best hope was try finding someone who was at least not too masculine looking.<br/><br/>
The pickings weren't good out there. Plenty of large, buff guys who you could write off immediately. Lots of out of shape men too; incredibly hairy with thick beards. There was one thinly built guy, but his face looked very unfriendly, and already he was displaying a confident, laddish attitude; the kind that was already earning him a few friends.<br/><br/>
No, none of these would work. You had a sinking feeling this plan might be futile. After a few hours watching, the cafeteria got much quieter. You couldn't help but feel you had wasted your time, but while you were still here you realized you might as well collect your daily meal.<br/><br/>
It was then that some luck finally came your way! The cafeteria worker informed you that they had a surplus of food today, and as you were probably the last person here they piled your plate up with a few extras. It brightened your mood to see two fresh bread rolls, an extra yogurt pot and even a slice of cake added with your usual rations! You thanked the worker with a charming grin, then turned to go back to your table, only to chance upon an even greater fortune.<br/><br/>
A small figure sat alone at one of the tables, their medium length bleached blonde with a few dark streaks. It was a shade so bright it almost came close to being white, and was styled as a feminine, messy bob. With their back to you they looked especially girlish.<br/><br/>
It seemed your efforts to hide from view had cut that particular table out of your line of sight during your earlier observation. If you hadn't got up to eat just now, you would have missed this person entirely!<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ZcharlieHead.jpg" alt="picture of person with blonde bob haircut" class="storyImage">This seemed almost too good to be true. Opportunity had landed right in your lap, and you weren't going to waste it.<br/><br/>
[[Sit down to eat with the person.|CafeDomEvent2][$cafeSissyDominated = 1]]
<</nobr>>You approached the table where the lone figure was dining, and stood ready to sit opposite them.
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Hey there, mind me joining you?"
They raised their eyes to meet yours, giving you a first glimpse of their youthful, smiling face. Their skin was smooth - no beards or any other overly masculine features.
You smiled sincerely back to them. It wasn't just a pleasure to potentially find the kind of person you were looking for, but the sense of a friendly aura you got from this person right away.
<span class="charlie">???:</span> "Oh, hi! Uh, yes, of course. Actually, I'm glad you asked - I'm too much of the shy type to ever introduce myself, but I was honestly hoping someone else would!"
Their voice seemed to be male, but in your mind you kept thinking of them as they. Their hair alone didn't suggest they identified as anything other than male, but with your intentions, you found it easier to think of them as them.
Things were starting to feel a bit real now. Just from their general demeanor you could tell they were nice person, which is not an impression you got from the typical inhabitant here. You couldn't let that cloud your mind though. If you didn't bring someone to take your place in Keaton's event you'd be in big trouble.
It was hard to explain, but something about this just felt right... there was a deep urge within you to show the people in here that you were in control, and this could be the only chance you get. You had to think quick about how to approach this, and decided the simplest option was to just befriend them for now. You reached out for a handshake.
<span class="p1">You:</span> "It's $name. Nice to meet you."
<span class="charlie">???:</span>"And you! I'm Charlie."
They put out their hand to meet yours, which you firmly shook.
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Always nice to meet someone new, not that I've been here long here myself."
<span class="charlie">Charlie: </span>"I just got here this morning. You're the first person here who's even spoken to me."
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Really? What about your roommate?"
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I don't have one! I think they prefer putting the thieves in rooms by themselves - nothing starts a fight quicker than accusations of theft, and in those cases, usually both are guilty. Places like this, it's all about preventing trouble."
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Hmm, that makes sense. Honestly, I often forget this place is home to a bunch of criminals. They call it a 'Personal Growth Center', but we're all serving out a sentence anyway. Is it really that different to prison?"
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I think so! The idea of this place is to become a new version of yourself, right? So it's designed in a way to make your personal growth possible. I, uh, read all about Grenton online before I got here."
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I suppose so. At least that's what they say officially."
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I feel lucky they sent me here. My life wasn't going so well on the outside... it was aimless... lonely."
Charlie's eyes looked distant for a moment, and then sad. An instinct came over you to put one of your bread rolls on their plate.
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Here... I had a spare."
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Seriously? Thanks! With how they limit the portions here that's very kind!"
You cooly shrugged off the compliment like it was nothing, but you could see you had really cheered up Charlie. You couldn't help but share some your cake with them too.
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "OK, this is far too generous - now I'm getting suspicious! How did you get this? I didn't see any cake."
As pleasant as this conversation was, you needed to remember your aim here was to get Charlie to take your place at Keaton's event. Right now you felt the need to give a strong impression, even if it meant bluffing.
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh, well not to brag but in the short time I've been here, I've kinda made a name for myself - a good one, that is! Started making the right friends too. The cafeteria staff especially took a liking to me... hence, free cake."
You timed it perfectly so you ended yours words right at the moment you spooned some of it into your mouth.
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Oh, nice! Then I guess this meeting means I've started making the right friends in here too!"
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Me?"
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Yeah, uh, I mean, if you'd want to be friends with me too, that is."
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Well... sure, why not? And who knows, maybe we can help each other doing some personal growth."
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Ha, exactly! Here... to us!"
Charlie raised a cup of juice to toast. You lifted yours up too, and 'clinked' it against theirs - not that it really works with plastic cups. Still, it felt like the start of some kind of relationship.
Even though you had both finished your food, the pair of you continued deep into conversation. You found Charlie to be incredibly non-judgmental; they weren't dismayed at all when you shared your criminal activity.
Even knowing prior that they were a thief, you were still blown away to hear they had robbed the same clothing store seventeen times in a row before finally being caught! Charlie didn't even need to do it, they just got a kick out of stealing - though they did laugh about how the habit left them with plenty of outfit options. Before you knew it, a guard was ushering you both to get a move on.
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Oh fuck..."
<span class="p1">You:</span> "It's OK. Let's spend some time together again soon, understood? Where's your room in here?"
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Block G, second floor."
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Um... what's the best way to block G? I forget."
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "It's the building behind the clinic. Actually, the best way there is a shortcut - go near the officer's room and you'll see an alleyway that leads straight to block G... it'll save you a long walk!"
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Interesting - seems like you've got to know the place pretty quick. I'll try to come see you soon."
[[Go back to Main block|Mess Room][$seenCharlieToday = 1; $charlieRoomState = 1]]<<nobr>>
<<if $charlieRoomState is 1>>
This part of Grenton seemed much nicer than your block, and so quiet too! It made sense now why Charlie had such a positive impression of the place - if these were your digs you'd probably think of Grenton as pleasant too.<br/><br/>
You took a moment to prepare yourself for another interaction with Charlie - the deeper you got to know them, the more you had to remind yourself of your original intent. If you were going to get Charlie involved in this Keaton event, you had to make a serious move.<br/><br/>
Despite giving a loud knock on Charlie's door, there was no response. This definitely is the right room, isn't it? You knocked harder still, and after being met with silence once again decided to shout through the door.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Hey, open up! It's $name!"<br/><br/>
A muffled voice came through from the other side.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Oh, $name! Uh... just a minute!"<br/><br/>
It didn't seem the inhabitants typically locked their rooms, but considering Charlie was lucky enough to have their own room, perhaps it was just because they weren't afforded the luxury. What was taking so long? You thought at first they might be getting changed, but even for that it was a long time until the door finally opened.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Sorry about that...*phew*... just needed to get presentable, ha. Kind of slept in late. Come on in, probably best you take a seat on the bed."<br/><br/>
How strangely out of breath they were, did you unexpected interruption really disturb their lazy day in that much? You didn't question it too much more, and sat down where Charlie invited.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ha, can't blame you. With a place to yourself there's no reason not to enjoy it's perks."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Oh, I am! I've got more privacy here than I did on the outside!"<br/><br/>
The pair of you chatted more; with them it was so easy to move past the small talk and get to know one another. You found out they don't have a partner, nor anyone at all who would come visit them here. They also gushed about nerdy stuff, especially about books and games, which came almost at odds with your more badass impression of them as the shamelessly proud thief.<br/><br/>
A subtle thing you picked up was Charlie's habit of looking for affirmation. They'd end so many sentences with phrases like 'if that sounds OK to you?', or 'I hope that doesn't make me sound weird'.
Their personality strikes you as an odd mix. What exactly could you describe them as? The timid rulebreaker, or perhaps an introverted rebel? It's clear they have a will strong enough to commit crime and passion for the things they enjoy, but at the same time, there's a shyness and almost a kind of lack of confidence.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Wow, sorry, I've talked way too about myself! Honestly, that's not like me, ha! Hey, let me make it up for you letting me talk your ear off! I heard the commissary has got some drink in, if you'd like to come, first rounds on me!"<br/><br/>
Just as they said it, they quickly pulled a leather wallet out of a pocket, though a little too fast to handle, it seemed, as it fumbled it in their hand and flew towards you. It landed on the smooth floor between your feet, before sliding under the bed. Charlie looked horrified.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Don't worry, here I'll get it-"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "N-no, wait!!!"<br/><br/>
You reached your hand between your legs to search blindly for the wallet, but what you grabbed instead seemed strange. As you pulled back, you saw inside your grasp... a bra! Charlie's face suddenly burned intensely.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Um... ok."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "It's my girlfriends! A keepsake. For me while I'm in here."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I thought you didn't have one?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Well, it's... um. It's complicated!"<br/><br/>
The hysterical denial seemed a bit much. Not knowing what to say, you decided to keep searching for the wallet. This time you knelt down to look under the bed to look, only to see a bundle of women's clothes! Not just any old style, either; it was all so... slutty. Was that a pair of fishnet stockings on the top?<br/><br/>
It would of all been so strange, if not for the fact this was a very good signal for your mission! After grabbing the wallet, you stood back to face Charlie - frozen in place out of an anxious panic.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zCharliePan.jpg" alt="sexy lingerie on Charlies floor" class="storyImage"><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Charlie, were you... were you wearing this stuff when I knocked earlier?"<br/><br/>
Charlie slumped towards the bed near you, their face completely distraught.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "$name... I'm... not sure what to say right now..."<br/><br/>
Considering your situation, this felt like the prime moment. There was no doubt left that Charlie would be more suited to doing Keaton's event than you. It was hard to believe your luck, but what about them? You were at a real crossroads...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Be commanding and take a firm approach.|charlieDomEvent1][$domStat += 1; $charlieDomEvent1 = "firm"; $seenCharlieToday = 1; $charlieRoomState = 2]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Be understanding and take a charming approach|charlieDomEvent1][$charmStat += 1; $charlieDomEvent1 = "understanding"; $seenCharlieToday = 1; $charlieRoomState = 2]]</div>
<<elseif $charlieRoomState is 2>>
You walked to Charlie's door, deep in thought. This was the visit you needed to convince her into doing Keaton's event for your sake. It felt best not to knock her door until you had a clear idea how you'd approach this.<br/><br/>
<<if $charlieDomEvent1 is 'firm'>>
When you saw her last, things got pretty intense. You took a commanding approach, which lead to Charlie revealing her sissy desires. Part of your success came from your exertive, masculine presence. Continuing to guide her as strong figure would probably be the best way to go, but it was worth considering all your options.<br/><br/>
This was an important choice to make - setting the foundation that would define your relation with Charlie...<br/><br/>
<<if $strStat gte 0>>
<div class="choice">[[Take a dominant approach.|charlieDomEvent2][$domStat += 1; $charlieDomEvent2 = "strongApproach"]]</div><br/>
<<else>>
<div class="choice greyedOut">Not enough strength for Dominant approach.</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $charmStat gte 4>>
<div class="choice">[[Take a charming approach.|charlieDomEvent2][$charmStat += 1; $charlieDomEvent2 = "charmingApproach"]]</div><br/>
<<else>>
<div class="choice greyedOut">Not enough charm for Charming approach.</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[[Come back later.|Mess Room]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $charlieDomEvent1 is 'understanding'>>
When you saw her last, your understanding approach lead to Charlie opening up about identifying as a sissy. Part of your success came from the genuine care with which you spoke to her, especially your non-judgmental attitude. Continuing to guide her using your charm was what came most naturally to you; it would probably be the best way to go, but it was worth considering all your options.<br/><br/>
This was an important choice to make - setting the foundation that would define your relation with Charlie...<br/><br/>
<<if $charmStat gte 2>>
<div class="choice">[[Take a charming approach.|charlieDomEvent2][$charmStat += 1; $charlieDomEvent2 = "charmingApproach"]]</div><br/>
<<else>>
<div class="choice greyedOut">Not enough charm for Charming approach.</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $strStat gte 4>>
<div class="choice">[[Take a dominant approach.|charlieDomEvent2][$domStat += 1; $charlieDomEvent2 = "strongApproach"]]</div><br/>
<<else>>
<div class="choice greyedOut">Not enough strength for Dominant approach.</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[[Come back later.|Mess Room]]</div><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong, CharlieRoomState is 2.
<</if>>
<<elseif $charlieRoomState is 3>>
Charlie was convinced to do Keaton's event instead of you. This was going to be an intense next step for her; it felt best to give her time to herself, for now.<br/><br/>
[[Go back to Main block|Mess Room]]
<<else>>
You knocked on Charlie's door, but it soon became clear nobody was here right now.<br/><br/>
[[Go back to Main block|Mess Room]]
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $charlieDomEvent1 is 'firm'>>
Wordlessly you got up to make sure Charlie's room door was shut.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Settle down. This is all going to be OK, alright? Let's have a little talk."<br/><br/>
They were still in a state of shock, but nodded.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "These are your clothes, right? Be honest with me."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Y-yes."<br/><br/>
Tears were welling a little in Charlie's eyes. You walked right in front of them, putting your hands on their shoulders in a reassuring manner.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "It's OK, Charlie. Look at me. There's nothing wrong..."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I just... I didn't want you to see this side of me."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Really - why?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "We got along so well, back in the cafeteria. It really felt like the start of a proper friendship... like I could be one of the guys. But now this... I've ruined it!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You haven't ruined anything! But if you were so worried about it, didn't you think it was a bit risky to get up to that kind of thing in here?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I knew that, sure... but you know me enough by now... thieving... crossdressing... it's like I'm addicted to taking these messed up risks! I seriously didn't think I'd be caught doing this though!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "It's a strange thing to call a risk, isn't it? I get a hunch there's more too it. I mean, the dressing... your hair style. Do you... feel like a woman?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "No! No, I'm not, honestly! I've thought about that before too, but I'm <em>definitely</em> not."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "But when you dress up - in those clothes, especially - surely in those moments you don't feel like a man?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "It's... complicated."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "That's it, let's get to the bottom of this. Dress up. Right now."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "What?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Don't pretend you didn't hear me. Dress up for me. You'll find it easier to explain while you're actually experiencing it. I learn about the real you."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Er... but..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Has anyone ever seen you dressed up before?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "No... not in real life, at least. B-but... I don't know if I can do this, $name..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Yes, you can! In fact, despite what you've said... I reckon you'd even enjoy it a little. Am I wrong?"<br/><br/>
If Charlie didn't want to do this, they would have probably objected entirely from the moment you brought it up. Considering they were stuck in Grenton, they were probably still concerned with keeping up a front, but there were way too many signs pointing to them wanting to do it. After what looked like some last desperate thought, they nodded yes.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Good. I'll go wait outside. Take your time getting changed; you can open the door for me when you're dressed."<br/><br/>
You waited in the hallway. It was a little surprising how natural being so commanding of Charlie felt. You had always been a confident guy, and one with an instinct for taking the lead in situations, but this was something very different. After being under pressure from Keaton's demands, it felt incredibly satisfying to be in control again.<br/><br/>
This seemed to be taking a while. You knocked on the door just to check up.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What's going on in there? Charlie?"<br/><br/>
The silence hung in the air, but just before you were about to knock again, the door suddenly clicked, pushing outwards to open ever so slightly. You took it as your cue to enter, only to find that nobody was there! Charlie couldn't of left somehow, could they? After the small shock subsided, you noticed Charlie's bright white mop of hair peeking above the end of the bed. They were crouched down to hide.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What do you think you're doing? Come on, get up already."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Eep! Y-yes."<br/><br/>
They slowly arose, their entire body shaking with nerves. As they did, you got your first full view of them dressed as a girl - or honestly, maybe a slut would have been a more accurate description. As nervous as Charlie looked... this wasn't the way your typical girl dressed; it was more like a porn star would.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ZcharlieHotPink.jpg" alt="picture of bulge in pink panties" class="storyImage"><span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh wow."<br/><br/>
The tight straps of a tiny, hot pink pair of panties and matching bra were digging into Charlie's entirely smooth skin, while fishnet stockings covered their slim legs. The outfit and hairstyle combined for a hyper-feminine look. The front of their panties was plumply filled by what looked like a small bulge, it wasn't especially noticeable but it wasn't exactly ignorable either.<br/><br/>
If you weren't familiar with their somewhat timid nature, it would of been hard to judge Charlie as anything other than a hot, young slut, keen to let any man know they were looking to fuck.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I should never of done this! This is so dumb. I'm taking this shit off right now-"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Are you crazy? Come over to me. Now!"<br/><br/>
Charlie's panic dampened just a little by your command, and sidled over to you. You were positioned right by the room's mirror, and took Charlie by the shoulders to rotate them directly in front of it. You had to admit, you cast an almost intimidating figure looming behind them like this. It might not of been your intent, but did give you a kind of pleasure to see.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Look here - hey, stop wincing! Take a good, hard look at yourself. Tell me, what do you see?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You look pretty good, eh? Kinda looks like a sexy woman to me, wouldn't you agree? Come on now, say something!"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Ye-Yes."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "So why do you dress like this if you're not a woman?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I'm... I'm not sure."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'd say it's because it makes you feel good, right?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "It does."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "And slutty. Does that feel good too?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Come on. D-don't make say it!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm going somewhere with this, aren't I? Come on now, answer. You love to looking like a slut, don't you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "...Yes."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Be honest with me, this person in front of us right now... that's a woman, right?"<br/><br/>
Something about those struck Charlie, and suddenly they found the ability to speak much more directly.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "No! No, I'm not! I get how this looks, I even call myself a girl when I'm like this - but I'm not a woman. Sometimes I thought I must be, but... it's just not who I am. This is... something different. I'm a... a sissy."<br/><br/>
A sissy? Something about that felt familiar to you... something you had come across online once. Those sissy instruction videos you had seen on porn sites. You had a look at one once just out of sheer curiosity; a strangely heavily edited video that seemed to be about ordering the viewer to be a cocksucking slut. If it was supposed to be hypnotic or something, it certainly had no effect on you.<br/><br/>
You just laughed it off as one of those odd, niche things some people were into. It was no weirder than any other bizarre fetish videos PornHub would occasionally show you, and you quickly returned to watching regular stuff. Considering both the video and what Charlie had said, it felt more appropriate to refer to them as 'she' now.<br/><br/>
Despite the vague recollection you had, you told Charlie to describe what a sissy was in her own words. Dressed up in front of you in bra and panties, it seemed like Charlie had nothing more that could embarrass her right now, but even while presented in this state, she seemed to find it difficult to define.<br/><br/>
She began by explaining the urge to dress she had felt from an early age. She liked dressing in all kinds of women's clothes, but trashy, sexual looks were her favorite. She went almost her whole teens before she could get her own set of clothes, but the first time she wore a full set of lingerie, she felt a desire for more. A desire to have sex while wearing these clothes; to be fucked hard, just like the girls in porn.<br/><br/>
Up until then, she had mostly felt like a regular straight guy, and felt need to bury her sissy desires. She would be successful for a few months at a time, but every now and then she couldn't help but indulge it again. She looked pained when she took a moment to pause.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Charlie... you don't have to be ashamed."<br/><br/>
You weren't quite sure if that was true. Truly you didn't quite know what to think about everything she just said. It was actually pretty incredible that she felt she could share something like that with you, but as far as sexual needs went this was kind of out there! Whatever you thought about this whole sissy thing, right now you were focused on her.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Sorry, it's just... wow... This has been quite a lot..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "We all have our needs, Charlie. I'm glad you were able to open up about it with me."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I wasn't sure what you'd think. But now I'm actually kinda glad you got me to confront this. Being here in Grenton, I wasn't sure I was ready for people to know me like this... "<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Actually... about Grenton. There's something I need to tell you, especially after hearing your story."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "What is it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "The center. This is... the perfect place for you."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I don't understand."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm saying someone like you would be very in demand in here. That desire to go further when you're dressed? Here is the place to do it!"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I... understand why you say that, but I-"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Look at yourself once more! At first, you felt silly didn't you, but with a man's encouragement you realized how hot you are, didn't you?"<br/><br/>
Charlie looked meekly in the mirror, checking out her feminine body, and occasionally glancing at yours, as well. When one of her bra straps fell out of place, you neatly placed it back. The gesture made her smile.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Grenton is the place for you to be who you really are. With a bit of direction from me there's no need to hide anymore! You're a little slut, Charlie, don't pretend that you aren't!"<br/><br/>
Mixed emotions came through on her face: nerves, excitement... acceptance.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You said it yourself: when you dress like this, it's not enough. You need more. You may not feel ready enough quite yet, but you know you <em>have</em> to go further, and some guidance from me will help, don't you think?"<br/><br/>
You placed your hands at Charlie's hips. Your intention was just to move her away from the mirror, but she read it a little differently! Her lips parted to let a soft moan escape, while her eyes closed in what appeared to be pleasure. Apparently, she was quite stirred by the effect of your last spoken words.<br/><br/>
Though today had gone better than you could ever of expected, things now looked to be going a little too far! This was your first encounter with a... sissy. You weren't sure how you felt about it, but none of that mattered because you had $gf!<br/><br/>
Through sheer impulse, Charlie moved her behind into your body, rubbing her pantie covered ass on your crotch. Things were moving too quick to control! Before you could think of something, you caught the surprising sight in the mirror. That bulge in Charlie's panties was... expanding! She herself suddenly realized it too, and with what seemed a rush of humiliation, came back down to reality. Out of pure shame, she ran quickly back to crouch down where she hid at earlier.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Oh fuck!!! Fuck! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry. Oh no..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I-it's OK!"<br/><br/>
Any reassurance couldn't reach her this time, she was entirely inconsolable.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "This has... it's been a difficult time for you, but it's all fine. With my help, you'll get to where you need to be. Have a think about what I've told you today, and don't keep thinking so negatively about yourself. I'm going to give you a little space, but I'll visit again soon, OK?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Yeah... *huff*... yes... that sounds... alright."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Good. Try to behave yourself until then, ha ha."<br/><br/>
It was time to let her collect herself. For the first time, your goal of finding someone to take your place truly felt achievable. After everything you learned today, you were convinced you could set up a circumstance where everybody wins.<br/><br/>
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<<elseif $charlieDomEvent1 is 'understanding'>>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Calm down. It's OK. Come and sit down, let's just have a talk."<br/><br/>
You patted part of the bed next you as an invitation to your side. Charlie was still in shock as they came next to you.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "These clothes, they're actually yours, aren't they? You can be honest with me Charlie, it's OK."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Y-yes."<br/><br/>
Tears were welling a little in Charlie's eyes. You wrapped an arm around them, like a friendly hug of reassurance.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Charlie. Look at me - I want you to know you don't need to feel upset. You get that, right?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I just... I didn't want you to see this... this side of me."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I can understand why, sometimes the things we enjoy can seem... embarrassing. But just because I've seen this side of you, doesn't mean you should feel bad."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "W-we got a long so well, back in the cafeteria. It felt like the start of a proper friendship... like I could just be one of the guys. But now this... I've ruined it."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You haven't ruined anything! But if you were so worried about it didn't you think it was a bit risky to do that kind of thing in here?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I knew that, sure... but you know me enough by now... thieving... crossdressing... it's like I'm addicted to taking these messed up risks! I seriously didn't think I'd be caught doing this though!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "It's a strange thing to call a risk, isn't it? I get a hunch there's more too it. I mean, the dressing... your hair style. Do you... feel like a woman?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "No! No, I'm not, honestly! I've thought about that before too, but I'm <em>definitely</em> not."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "But when you dress up - in those clothes, especially - how do you feel about yourself?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "It's... complicated."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Am I the first person who's known about this side of you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "In real life, yes - nobody knew this about me! There's been a couple of people who've suspected I'm gay over the years but they never made a big deal out of it. I told them I wasn't and that was that."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "So, this must be a real shock for you right now. Look, I'm sorry your secret was exposed but I'm telling you the truth; this isn't the big deal you think it is."<br/><br/>
Charlie sat arms crossed, staring sulkily at their feet.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm going to suggest something. Promise me you'll keep an open mind to what I'm about to ask, OK?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "W-What is it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I said keep an open mind, can you promise that for me?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "F... Fine. Yes."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Alright then. I really think you should dress up. Put those girly clothes on... Let me see you like that."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "What! But..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "It sounds crazy, I know, but can't you trust me? I get why you'd keep it a secret, but just think what it would be like to have someone in your life you could finally open up to about this. Someone who won't judge you negatively. I'm not doing this to humilate you, I want you to accept yourself."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "This is... very sudden though."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Maybe... but I want to understand you. And I want you to understand yourself, too. Wasn't it you who said we were in here to grow as people? Let me be the friend that helps you do that."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I... I've kind of always wanted to dress for someone... but, I just never can find the courage to do it. And I never would of imagined it being like this."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Part of you wants to do it, that's what I'm hearing. You've spent so long hiding yourself, even when discovered you can't stop. This is an opportunity where for once, you finally don't have to."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Y-you're right. Yeah, Ok... I'll do it. I'm a little scared, $name, but I can do this..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I knew it... and hey - I hope you realize you don't have to hide anything from me."<br/><br/>
It seemed a gentle push was all Charlie needed. Had they furiously objected at all, you would of left it be, but you could honestly sense a real desire from them to do it. Considering they were stuck in Grenton, they were probably still concerned with keeping up a front, but there were just too many signals to think otherwise; especially that they had brought such clothes inside with them. With you, Charlie appeared determined ready for this next major step.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'll wait outside; take all the time you need. When you're ready, open the door up just a little and I'll come in."<br/><br/>
You waited patiently in the hall. It surprised even yourself how well you handled that situation with Charlie. There was no need to be overly pushy, and despite the circumstance that lead you here, you had come to realize you wouldn't selfishly put your own needs over theirs. This while situation might lead to them helping you, but if Charlie didn't actually want to, you'd figure something else out.<br/><br/>
Confident a guy as you were, you were empathetic person in your relationships with an instinctual sense that to be a good partner meant treating others fairly. Obviously, this wasn't like the romantic partnerships you've experienced, but that principal still applied here. You couldn't help but feel your hopes grow, but not only for yourself, but Charlie too.<br/><br/>
This seemed to be taking a while. You knocked on the door just to check up.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Charlie? Everything OK in there?"<br/><br/>
The silence hung in the air, but just before you were about to knock again, the door suddenly clicked, pushing outwards to open ever so slightly. You took it as your cue to enter, only to find that nobody was there! Charlie couldn't of left somehow, could they? After the small shock subsided, you noticed Charlie's bright white mop of hair peeking above the end of the bed. They were crouched down to hide.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Um... you know I can see you, right?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Eep! Y-yes!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Come on, are you still that worried... it's just me. You don't need to be nervous."<br/><br/>
They slowly arose, their entire body shaking with nerves. As they did, you got your first full view of them dressed as a girl - or honestly, maybe a slut would have been a more accurate description. As nervous as Charlie looked... this wasn't the way your typical girl dressed; it was more like a porn star would.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ZcharlieHotPink.jpg" alt="picture of bulge in pink panties" class="storyImage"><span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh wow."<br/><br/>
The tight straps of a tiny, hot pink pair of panties and matching bra were digging into Charlie's entirely smooth skin, while fishnet stockings covered their slim legs. The outfit and hairstyle combined for a hyper-feminine look. The front of their panties was plumply filled by what looked like a small bulge, it wasn't especially noticeable but it wasn't exactly ignorable either.<br/><br/>
If you weren't familiar with their somewhat timid nature, it would of been hard to judge Charlie as anything other than a hot, young slut, keen to let any man know they were looking to fuck.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I should never of done this! This is so dumb. I'm taking this shit off right now-"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No, wait - please! Honestly, don't. You look... pretty hot. Oh wow, see that? Now I'm the one going bright red."<br/><br/>
Your face really did blush at the admission, a sincerity that Charlie appeared to notice. It was enough to dampen their hysterica and laugh instead.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "See $name - not so easy to handle the embarrassment, is it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Hey, it's not that - it's just, this is a first for me too. I've never been in a situation like this, y'know, with someone like you. I'm not lying when I say you look good thought."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Good? I think it pushes the line a bit beyond that!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Alright, alright... so maybe it's a little bit of a... slutty look. Well... very slutty - but I don't see what's wrong with that! Hey, this isn't even about what I think anyway! Come closer to me, you can get a good look at yourself in the mirror right here."<br/><br/>
Charlie was much more more at ease now, perhaps even a little excited, as you positioned them in front of the mirror. You stood behind them as a kind of supportive figure - are you glanced at the reflection, you could see both of you had smiles on your faces. You would never of imagined it but, this was actually... kinda nice.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ok, so... what do you see?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No comment, really? You can't deny you look hot."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "...I-I guess I do."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You can't just let me tell you that! Really look... come on, tell me what you see looking back at you."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I see... someone sexy. Someone sexy, and feminine! I feel... attractive. Beautiful... in a dirty kind of way! I see..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Good... this is all good!"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I see... someone people would want to fuck! I see a sexy fucking slut!"<br/><br/>
Charlie almost looked shocked by their own outburst, cranking their neck to look at you as if for approval.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Charlie... everything you're seeing, everything you're feeling... it's all perfectly fine."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "B-but... it's not! It's not normal!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You're right, it's not. Obviously, there's very few guys who would enjoy wearing what you are right now, especially in front of a man. But that doesn't mean it it's bad; it's not anything wrong! Charlie, this is you, and despite what the world may have told you what you can or cannot be, there is nothing wrong with you wanting to be one sexy looking slut."<br/><br/>
They turned back and to face the mirror again, a mixture of emotions coming through on their face: nerves, excitement... acceptance.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "$name. Even now I can't quite believe what is happening, but... thank you. I... I needed this."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm just happy for you. I get that it's not something that's easy but, I hope this can a small step to something new for you; where you can learn to enjoy who you are."<br/><br/>
It wasn't just words; you genuinely were happy for them. This was obviously an odd situation to be in, but making someone else happier felt good, even by such an unusual method. Yes, the task set by Keaton had led you here, so it isn't like you started this from the purest of intentions, but your actions in the end are what truly mattered. If all this didn't help at all with the Keaton thing, so be it. You focus now was on Charlie's well-being.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Hey, there's one other thing I've noticed about you..."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Yes?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Even though you look so feminine, so girly right now... not once did you mention looking like a woman. You said you looked like a feminine person, but didn't say a woman."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "It's like I told you... I'm not a woman. It's complicated to explain."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ok, that's cool! I didn't mean to offend, it's just you told me that before you dressed up."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "That's OK, you didn't offend me at all! I get that it sounds strange. I guess I kind of feel a little <em>like</em> a woman, I mean, I do think of myself as a she most of the time. But I'm not a woman - I know that sounds weird. When I first tried this, I wondered if I might be, but it's just... not who I am. This is... something different. I'm a... I'm a sissy."<br/><br/>
A sissy? Something about that felt familiar to you... something you had come across online once. Those sissy instruction videos you had seen on porn sites. You had a look at one once just out of sheer curiosity; a strangely heavily edited video that seemed to be about ordering the viewer to be a cocksucking slut. If it was supposed to be hypnotic or something, it certainly had no effect on you.<br/><br/>
You just laughed it off as one of those odd, niche things some people were into. It was no weirder than any other bizarre fetish videos PornHub would occasionally show you, and you quickly returned to watching regular stuff. Considering what you knew from the video and what Charlie had said, it felt more appropriate to refer to them as 'she' now.<br/><br/>
Despite the vague recollection you had, you told Charlie to describe what a sissy was in her own words. Dressed up in front of you in bra and panties, it seemed like Charlie had nothing more that could embarrass her right now, but even while presented in this state, she seemed to find it difficult to define.<br/><br/>
She began by explaining the urge to dress she had felt from an early age. She liked dressing in all kinds of women's clothes, but trashy, sexual looks were her favorite. She went almost her whole teens before she could get her own set of clothes, but the first time she wore a full set of lingerie, she felt a desire for more. A desire to have sex while wearing these clothes; to be fucked hard, just like the girls in porn.<br/><br/>
Up until then, she had mostly felt like a regular straight guy, and felt need to bury her sissy desires. She would be successful for a few months at a time, but every now and then she couldn't help but indulge it again. She looked pained when she took a moment to pause.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Charlie... you don't need to be ashamed of any of that - not with me."<br/><br/>
Understanding what a sissy was and what it meant to Charlie was something you had never encountered before. As open-minded as you were, you didn't know quite what to say. It was actually pretty incredible that she felt like she could share something this personal with you, but as far as sexual needs went, this was pretty out there! The time to consider how you felt about this whole sissy thing could be done later, for now you just wanted to support Charlie.<br/><br/>
It was undeniable the things you learned made her a pretty good candidate for Keaton's event, if she wanted to do it. Honestly, if what she's said is true, she would, if she could get over her anxieties about it! She saw you deep in thought, apparently mistaking your expression as negative, and felt an unnecessary need to apologize.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Sorry, it's just... wow. I've dumped a whole lot of crazy shit on you, haven't I?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You've got nothing to be sorry for! We all have needs. I'm honestly just glad you felt you could share this with me."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I wasn't sure what you'd think. And being here in Grenton... if others knew..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm not telling anyone anything you don't want me to. Actually... about Grenton. There's something I need to tell you, especially after hearing your story."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "What do you mean?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "The center. This is... the perfect place for you."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I don't understand."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm saying someone like you would be very in demand in here. That desire to go further when you're dressed? Here is the place to do it!"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I... understand why you say that."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm not going to make you do anything Charlie. Try looking in the mirror, and this time, think about everything you told me, especially your sissy needs..."<br/><br/>
Charlie looked meekly in the mirror, checking out her feminine body, and occasionally glancing at yours, as well. When one of her bra straps fell out of place, you neatly placed it back. The gesture made her smile.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Grenton is the place for you to be who you really are. If you wanted to explore it further, I can help you. You don't need to hide who you are anymore... you're a little slut, Charlie, don't pretend that you aren't!"<br/><br/>
The cheeky comment made her laugh; it seemed to acknowledge you were correct.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You said it yourself: when you dress like this, it's not enough. You need more. And whatever that more is, you shouldn't spend another second burying it."<br/><br/>
You placed your hands at Charlie's hips. Your intention was just to move her away from the mirror, but she read it a little differently! Her lips parted to let a soft moan escape, while her eyes closed in what appeared to be pleasure. Apparently, she was quite stirred by the effect of your last spoken words.<br/><br/>
Though today had gone better than you could ever of expected, things now looked to be going a little too far! This was your first encounter with a... sissy. You weren't sure exactly how you felt about it, but none of that mattered because you had $gf!<br/><br/>
Through sheer impulse, Charlie moved her behind into your body, rubbing her pantie covered ass on your crotch. Things were moving too quick to control! Before you could think of something, you caught the surprising sight in the mirror. That bulge in Charlie's panties was... expanding! She herself suddenly realized it too, and with what seemed a rush of humiliation, came back down to reality. Out of pure shame, she ran quickly back to crouch down where she hid at earlier.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Oh fuck!!! Fuck! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry. Oh no..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "D-don't worry! Honestly, it's fine!"<br/><br/>
Any reassurance couldn't reach her this time, she was entirely inconsolable.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "This has been a lot all at once for you, I get, but you need to stop running away like this! It's probably best if I give you some space for today now, but please don't think negatively about what happened!"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Yes... thanks, $name. I just need some time to gather myself again. You're right, this really has been a lot."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "That's totally understandable. Take care, I'll see you soon."<br/><br/>
It was time to let her collect herself. Today went better than you could possibly imagine, there was even the prospect that this could be a win-win-win situation for everyone involved. Was it really safe to assume that though?<br/><br/>
So much of what you learned about Charlie suggested your intentions for her were fine, and yet you couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt. Even if this was the right thing for her, to do so from a place of hidden intent just didn't feel right.<br/><br/>
Now was the time to give her some space - for both your sakes - but soon you'd have to face up to her about Keaton's event.<br/><br/>
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Without knocking, you yelled through the door to Charlie to let her know you were here.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Oh $name, come in!"<br/><br/>
As you entered, you weren't quite sure what state you'd find Charlie in, but it turned out she was just wearing guy clothes today. While you didn't seem to intrude on anything this time, she did still come across as a little shy.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Feels good to be back... wanted to give you a little space to process everything after last time. How you feeling after all that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I-I'm alright... although I was worried whether you'd really come back after."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ha, nothing that would scare me off... I've never met a sissy before - if anything I was intrigued."<br/><br/>
Charlie may have been slightly anxious, but you could tell they were glad to see you again. It was a good sign that now was as good as ever to convince her to take your place at Keaton's event.<br/><br/>
You felt confident you could do it. Her secret was obviously embarrassing to her, but your words alone turned her on last time. Clearly, with an assertive guide like yourself, she'd come out of her shell. While she had been in the closet so long, you sensed the desperation to act out her desires, in fact she almost did last time you saw her! Every aspect of her situation could be used to your advantage. Now was the time to put her in her place, under your command.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Do you remember last time, I said Grenton was perfect for you... Did you wonder much on that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Um, yes... I wasn't entirely sure what you meant by it though."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Really? Not even an idea? The way you dress up, the sexual desires you told me about, the fact you're stuck here in a facility filled only with men. Doesn't that seem like a perfect environment for someone like you? For a sissy."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I, uh, I really shouldn't of said so much about my sissy side. Please, just forget about all that."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "There you go again."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "What? Look, last time... I went too far. Let's just put that stuff behind us..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You're lying to yourself! Denying yourself..."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "$name, it's too hard to explain properly, but just because I feel like I want, doesn't mean I actually-"<br/><br/>
As she spoke, you turned to lock her door, making a deliberate gesture to demonstrate how securely shut it. It was just you two, completely separate from the rest of the world.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No excuses are pulling one over on me, Charlie."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "They're not excuses, I don't know why I said all that shit..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Dress up again. Right now."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Wh-what!? N-no... I can't..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "If being a sissy really isn't you, dress up for me again and prove it. If you truly don't like it anymore, I'll never mention any of it again. I'll forget all of this, like it never happened. But I'll only doing that if that's how you genuinely feel. That's a promise."<br/><br/>
Charlie held herself with one arm. For a long while she looked conflicted, but slowly it looked like she came round to the idea. There came an immense satisfaction from convincing her; especially so how she went from defiance to obedience just from your words. It was like some chess game where you were always two steps ahead, leaving you in total command of the board.
She finally let out a small whisper of 'OK', and you left the room to let her change like last time. The long wait didn't bother you - you knew it was only because Charlie would never dress up half-heartedly.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I'm... I'm ready!"<br/><br/>
On re-entry, you saw her stood nervously once again, and time in a brand new outfit! A short, red tartan miniskirt, worn so low on her hips that the straps of her black thong peaked over the waistband. Her black bra was slightly visible under her white crop top, which was cut off to show her soft abs.<br/><br/>
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<span class="p1">You:</span> "Wow... I think ready was an understatement."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "But look $name, it's just a bit of fun! That stuff I mentioned last time, that was all stupid. I just find it fun to look sexy sometimes, that's all there is to this."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No. Maybe you really do believe the lies you're telling yourself right now, but you can't fool me! This isn't just about fun, it it? For you, it's a need."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Uh..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "And sexy? Did you say sexy because you can't bring yourself to say fuckable? As if you want anything other than to grab a man's attention and get him hard."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "$name, please..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You want me to turn me on when you dress like that, don't you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Stop denying what you are Charlie. I saw how you got just telling me about this side of you last time!"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "No, that didn't happen $name! I don't know what you think happened, but..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Your self-denying yourself again! Come, look in the mirror with me again! Come see the real you..."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Why? Haven't I proven enough already?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Not yet, you haven't, and you know it. With me, you've gone deeper than you ever thought you truly could. You're scared, aren't you? If you weren't, you'd have no problem looking at your reflection, here."<br/><br/>
The words really took her, and after a heavy exhale, she obeyed your command. You stood behind her again and stared into the eyes of her mirror image. Not only clear that she really did get a satisfaction from looking lke this, she also seemed to get some kind of pleasure from the sight of the domineering man looming over her.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You're a sissy."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Y-yes."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "And I'm a man."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Yes..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "So if sat here on this bed..."<br/><br/>
You sat on the edge of the bed. Charlie's eyes were wide with nervous anticipation.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "...you'd love sitting on me, wouldn't you? Don't stop looking in the mirror now. Come sit here on my leg, sissy!"<br/><br/>
She slowly did as commanded. There was a strange look her face: Shock, but the a weird, delighted kind. It was the look of someone given permission to indulge their deepest desire, one they had internalized as something they would never get to do.<br/><br/>
Gently, she perched onto your leg, adjusting her skirt so her thong covered ass directly touched you. It was only on the outside of your clothes, but undeniably it felt pretty good. Nobody would of mistook the view you had from here as anything other than a hot, slutty girl. Charlie was near completely under your control at this point, but you weren't done yet.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Good. Now rub that girly ass of yours on me."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I... I can't... $name, this is..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Do it, sissy."<br/><br/>
You knew such blunt demand was taking things to a more intense level, but Charlies responded to it well. Her mewling stopped, as she silently carried out the order. For every moment of it, she kept her eyes closed tight; it seemed truly unbearable for her to acknowledge what she was doing.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Don't look away. Aren't you curious to see the hot little view I'm watching right now? Ha, don't stop... press on me harder."<br/><br/>
She did catch glance of her reflection, whether by accident or not you couldn't tell, but she quickly averted her eyes out of shame. It didn't stop her doing as she was told though; more pressure rubbed on your leg as she motioned up and down you. Her body language couldn't hide the truth though; the more this went on, the clearer it was how into this she was.<br/><br/>
By the unintentional, soft moan she let out, you could tell you almost had her. She had gone further than she could of imagined ever going, and it was all because of you. Placing your hands on her hips, you pulled her down on to make her grind on you even harder, before whispering in her ear.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You want my cock, sissy. You want it right now don't you?"<br/><br/>
You saw the awe on her face the moment you said it. Shock, fear, resignation... lust, frustration, thrill; all of these emotions came over her, as to be too much to even process.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Speechless? We both know this says it all..."<br/><br/>
With a sudden movement you pulled up the front of her skirt. She grabbed your wrist in some futile attempt to prevent the revelation, but it was too late. The fabric of her thong stretched up and away from her, by the tension of a small but rigid prong inside. Even wearing black panties, a wet dot was clearly visible from her excitement. You laughed as she fell to the floor in front of you; a silly mess of a girl.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "N-no. No. It's..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "It's a sign of who you are. And what you need. Finally accept it! Fantasy is not enough for you, and you know it. You're a sissy and you need cock, don't you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I'm... yes."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Say it clearly."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Yes."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You're a sissy who needs to serve cock. Admit it!"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Yes! That's what I am! Fuck! I'm a fucking sissy who needs a real man's cock! Are you happy now... I'm a fucking sissy and always have been!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ssssssh. Ssh, it's OK girl - you've done the hardest part."<br/><br/>
Charlie's eyes welled up with tears. Even though it was obvious what she was, reconciling herself was still so difficult.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I just... I know it's stupid... it's obvious... but... it's just so fucking hard being this! It's so... shameful."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Not anymore. Not with me. You can't run from who you are anymore, you realize that now, don't you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I don't want to but I can't help it! One minute I want to be the biggest cockslut in the world, and the next I can't stand the thought of it!"<br/><br/>
You could see Charlie wasn't arousal was faded now; she was speaking honestly.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "With me, you've made a huge move in such a short space of time. You wanted to go further just now, didn't you? If I hadn't made you look so clearly at yourself, you never would of stopped just then."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Y-yes... but then, when it's over... I'd be unable to handle what I would of done!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Because you're not accepting what you truly are! You're always looking for an excuse, some way to label your desires as some fantasy, when it's what you need in reality! Here you are in Grenton, and you've finally opened up to the one person who understands that about you."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "So... what do I do? I cant keep going back and forth between my desires like this!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Isn't it obvious? You ask me to be your master. To gain my permission to be <em>my</em> sissy. It'll be your first step to accept your place, allowing me to give you the push you so clearly need to be yourself. You behavior won't feel so 'wrong' if you were just following my orders, will it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "What! Are you serious?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I am, and you know it. All this pretending can't hide your craving for me... for my guidance. You know that you need it, you can just sense it! I pushed you to this point today, pushed you closer to what you've always wanted but been to afraid to get. The life you're meant to live is ready for you, all you need to do is submit to it."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Y...you're right."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "So, go ahead and ask me. And make sure to say please."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "$name... please make me your sissy... please..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh? And what's in it for me?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "What do you mean!? I thought you would of wanted a..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Are you assuming I want you, sissy? You need to learn some humility. Tell me, why exactly should I use my precious time training you?"<br/><br/>
To play with Charlie like this was to make her fall deeper into her submission. Minutes ago she was attempting to prove she wasn't a sissy, now she was desperately trying to show the opposite. It was almost terrifying how good you were at getting her under your spell! Incredibly, it all came so naturally to you.<br/><br/>
Perhaps you were getting into it too much, but what would be the harm of that? As long as you were had your replacement sorted for Keaton's event, it really didn't matter.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I'm... loyal! I'll try my hardest to follow your commands! I... I can be really slutty, at least, I think I can! I'll do whatever it takes to please!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "That's good enough. Fine, I accept."<br/><br/>
Charlie looked relieved, which was quite amusing, all things considered.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Let's get things started then. From now on, you will be mine. I know accepting your role truly will still have it's difficulties, but you've done good to get this far. I will treat you firmly, but fairly - nothing that a sissy like you won't deserve. Soon, I'mm remake you as the best sissy you can be. Not every change will be easy, but quickly you'll learn that through obedience to me, you'll be far better off. I'm not telling you anything you don't already know deep inside you already, am I?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "N-no... I understand!"<br/><br/>
She was yours.<br/><br/>
All of this was tiring even for you; it was best to cool things off a little. You became a little less formal so you both could talk freely. She still expressed how crazy this situation felt, yet the prospect excited her despite her nerves. The thought of servitude to a man like you was especially thrilling to her.<br/><br/>
Still, she was also exhausted from such an emotionally intensive session. You had an idea to fetch some food to perk her spirits back up.<br/><br/>
As you momentarily left her, you wondered how to cement her into doing Keaton's event for you. She was so excited about being your sissy that maybe you could just flat out demand it now? When you returned to the room she was still dressed up. Looking at her like this, you knew both what your first order should be, and how to convince her at the same time.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Charlie... from now on I want you to always be ready and dressed up for me. If it's not me at the door, you can keep whoever it is waiting and get back in your male clothes, but soon I will get you to where you are confident dressing up all the time."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Yes... yes, I will!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "In fact, I want you to be ready to dress for others very soon."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Um... oh...I..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Does it worry you? I think it's the best next step for your personal growth. You'll be fine with my protection."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "This is... very quick."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "A friend of mine would be happy to see you soon... he and a few others would love to see someone like you. I'll introduce you to all kinds of men, and soon you'll see that your sissy side isn't something to hide from them, if anything they'll love it! And you'll make me very happy by doing it."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "OK. I understand... I need to do this!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Good girl. Actually I've got a good idea of the time and place to introduce you. Let's keep this a surprise from them, until then, shall we?"<br/><br/>
You shared the details, telling Charlie to come meet you beforehand. It was done.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Make sure you're nice and smooth, oh, and don't forget to wear you're sexist bra and panties. You can wear them under your boy clothes when you meet me."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Yes, I will."<br/><br/>
This was better than you could ever of imagined! You could escape Keaton's event, replaced by a true sissy! Who knows, despite nerves, it seems Charlie may actually enjoy it! All that mattered was your arrangements were in place. You felt no need to mention to her that it was originally yourself that would of been the pantie-wearer at this event.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "$name... thank you for this. I know it sounds weird but this feels so right. The push you're giving me... I think it really might be what I've needed for so long. I want to do a good job for you. I will do."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "This journey won't always be easy for you, you know that. As hard as it's been to admit what you are, from rock bottom you can build yourself up. To be who you really are... even if it's only a sissy."<br/><br/>
That was enough for today. After all this you needed a break, especially after the stress Keaton had put on you. With the amazing result you had got today though, it seemed that burden was over. You checked once more with Charlie that she knew where to meet you for Keaton's event, before leaving without many more words.<br/><br/>
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The plan was almost all in place, the only thing left was what Khan had mentioned. Having Charlie under your command was probably enough, but spending $30 at the commissary for whatever Khan arranged could help too.<br/><br/>
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You knocked her door.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Hey, it's me! Can I come in?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Oh $name, come in!"<br/><br/>
As you entered, you weren't quite sure what state you'd find Charlie in, but it turned out she was just wearing guy clothes today. While you didn't seem to intrude on anything this time, she did still come across as a little shy.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "So... how are you? Last time was, well... I just hope that didn't get too intense for you."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I'm good, actually. If anything I was worried about how you'd react. But, you're back"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ha... you can't scare me off that easily."<br/><br/>
The lack of awkwardness between you two was a good sign. The pair of you couldn't help but have a laugh how things escalated. Despite knowing each other for such a short time, it was remarkably easy to speak freely with each other. You didn't want to bring up much about how that session ended, but you did make it clear that what happened was nothing she should feel humiliated by.<br/><br/>
Finding comfort in this openness, you decided it was now or never to bring up Keaton's event. When you first started this search, deep in your heart you knew you weren't capable to forcing anyone innocent into taking your place, and that was just as true now.<br/><br/>
You had lucked out in finding Charlie - someone who seemed like they might not only be more suited for it, but perhaps even want to do it. However, you couldn't shake a feeling of remorse for haboring this hidden motive all along. You felt the need to come clean to her. It risked the chance of her taking your spot, but you didn't care. Ignoring your sense of what was right had landed you here in the first place, you wouldn't allow it again.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Charlie... do you remember how last time I said this place was perfect for you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Yeah, I did. I've actually been pretty curious to know more about what you meant by that."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Well... I'm not sure how you'll feel about this, but my gut is telling me it's something I need to tell you about."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "O-kaaay, what is it? Don't let me get too excited now, he he."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Before I say tell you, I just want you to know I never wanted to pressure you into anything."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Just say it, $name. Wow, I can't believe it's me reassuring you for once!"<br/><br/>
You steadied yourself with a deep breath. It was time to go for it.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "There's an event in here... one some Grenton inhabitants are running. Actually, one guy in particular seems to be in charge of it..."<br/><br/>
You looked at Charlie's face for any reaction so far, but oddly it didn't really change.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I kind of got tangled up with his 'operations'. Keaton is his name, and he made a demand to me which I can't bring myself to do."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Um, what was it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "*Sigh* He wanted me to be part of some kind of show of his, a weird kind of entertainment, I guess. He told me he needs 'a smooth skinned body in some nice sexy panties and bra, a naughty girl', the implication being, that person should be me."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "What!? You of all people!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I know! I really don't know what gave him the impression I'd be the type to do it."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Hmm."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I really wasn't sure how I'd handle it... I don't know Grenton well, but it's obiosuly wasn't some prank. I have to admit, when I first approached you... I was trying to meet anyone who might be more suited to it than me. Seeing the cute little haircut of yours, it felt like fate to meet you, but, after getting to know you more, I just felt what I set out to do was so wrong. You didn't deserve to be put in that position anymore than me, even if you're a sissy..."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Wow. So that day at the cafeteria... you thought I could do it, instead of you?"<br/><br/>
Pitifully, you looked down to the floor. It was shameful to admit your friendship with Charlie had only started out of pure selfishness. You had quickly grown fond of them as a friend, and now just wanted her to be happy. All you hoped was that this didn't ruin things between you two.<br/><br/>
To your surprise, Charlie placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "$name... don't be upset. I... I get it, I really do."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Forgive me... this whole situation, it's just... it makes a guy crazy!"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "...I know."<br/><br/>
She said it like she was in a state of deep though. Silence hung for a while, before it became clear something had come over her.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I... I don't your sense about me was wrong. My sissy fantasies have always taken such a strong hold over me. Even just the thought of what Keaton is doing... imagining myself in that position... it's fucked up to say this, but in a twisted way I find it so hot!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Charlie... don't-"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Last time with you... you seriously helped me. I know it was weird, but to finally dress up for someone else... to be seen as a sissy - You were right, I did need that. And I realize now I need to go even further, I can't let my desires just be fantasies anymore. But I'm scared too. I still need your help."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You... you do?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Yes! You can't imagine how hard it's been, all the times I've backed away from my real self. It's been years and years - and than, you came along. In such a short time, you helped me so much."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I was happy to. Charlie, since getting to know you, I just want you to be happy."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "And that's why I'm going to do this event."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm serious - please don't feel any need to do this for me. I can sort this out some other way."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Stop. I want to do it, $name. Maybe I even need to do it."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I can't pretend that I'm not happy to hear that, but what if you're getting too ahead of yourself."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "It might be... hard. To be honest I don't feel ready to do anything like it! But if there's one thing I know, it's something I'm far more suited to than you. You've helped me so much, and now I want to help you."<br/><br/>
She was persuasive enough, but you couldn't help but wonder if you should truly enable this. Was this really fine, or were you just falling prey to the same selfish whim as earlier?<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "$name... aren't you forgetting something? I'm a sissy! As nervous as I am about it, the thought of doing it is still really fucking hot! With your support, I know I can do this!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "...Alright, let's do this then. I have to admit, I don't know much more about sissies than what little I've learned from you, but if you need my support, you've got it. Charlie... thank you."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Then it's settled! And you know what... the more I think of it, the more I'm weirdly excited for it!"<br/><br/>
Everything she had said came as a huge relief. Before the talk started, you worried you might be about to fuck up everything between you two. With her eagerness to take your place in Keaton's event, and more importantly, your friendship still in tact, you felt incredibly fortunate.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I mean, I had some suspicion the prospect could... thrill you."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "He he, it's just funny to think of you doing it! What was Keaton thinking!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I know! And I guess he's still expecting me to!"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Leave the worries about it to me now. Let's just get though this together, OK?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "OK. And, thank you Charlie, seriously thank you."<br/><br/>
The outcome of this conversation was an incredible one. Charlie would do Keaton's show not only for your sake, but even somewhat for her own too.<br/><br/>
Not wanting to end on such an intense note, you chilled in her room to chat more. Charlie talked about some of the films you'd both be missing out on while stuck here inside. It was nice to be able to flip between deep talk and casual topics with someone. The time flew by, and before long it was time to say bye again.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I'll see you again soon. Don't worry, I'll do everything I need to be ready for Keaton's event."<br/><br/>
You made your way back to the main area in a cheerful mood. For the first time in a while, you knew everything was going to be alright.<br/><br/>
<<if $khanAdvisedDom is 1>>
You felt like you had almost all you could to prepare for Keaton's event. The only thing left was what Khan had mentioned. If you could get $30 and go to the commissary, there may be something to help you, or Charlie, even more.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
[[Go back to Main Block.|Mess Room][$charlieRoomState = 3; $charlieConvinced = 1; $sissyAttractiveScene = 1]]<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong, charlieDomEvent2
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<set $storyState to 7>>
<<set $rangGf to 0>>
<<set $visitorTomorrowState to 0>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Paper')>>
<<drop '$playerInventory' 'Paper'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerStartType is 'straight'>>
You took a moment to collect yourself. In a short while you'd find out if what you've done in the time Keaton gave you has helped you or not.<br/><br/>
You made your way to the Rec room.<br/><br/>
[[Approach Rec room|c2StraightKeatonEvent][$c2StraightKeatonEventState = 0]]
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'sissy' or $playerStartType is 'sissybf'>>
You took a moment to collect yourself. In a short while you'd find out if what you've done in the time Keaton gave you has helped you or not.<br/><br/>
You made your way to the Rec room.<br/><br/>
[[Approach Rec room|c2SissyAndSissyBFKeatonEvent][$c2EagerKeatonEventState = 0]]
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'closeted'>>
You took a moment to collect yourself. In a short while you'd find out if what you've done in the time Keaton gave you has helped you or not.<br/><br/>
You made your way to the Rec room.<br/><br/>
[[Approach Rec room|c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEvent][$c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEventState = 0]]
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'dom'>>
<<if $charlieConvinced is 1>>
You felt quietly confident as you made your way to the Rec room. Despite you not doing what the note implied, everything should go fine with Charlie taking your place instead.<br/><br/>
You waited in the corridor nearby the room to meet Charlie first.<br/><br/>
[[Find Charlie near Rec room|c2DomKeatonEvent][$c2DomKeatonEventState = 0]]
<<else>>
You took a moment to collect yourself, but it was hard to control your nerves. You had failed to secure anyone else for Keaton's event. <<if $cafeSissyDominated is 1>>Charlie seemed like a decent candidate, but you hadn't managed to convince her in time.<</if>> In a short while you'd find out how the men in here would react to you coming so unprepared.<br/><br/>
You made your way to the Rec room.<br/><br/>
[[Approach Rec room|c2DomFailKeatonEvent][$c2DomFailKeatonEventState = 0]]
<</if>>
<<else>>
Something wrong. c1.
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $playerStartType is 'straight'>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Hello? Oh $name, I was hoping it was you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "$gf... I really miss you."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Me too baby, are things still going OK in there?"<br/><br/>
A sigh couldn't help but escape you. From the pause in your voice $gf could tell something was wrong.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Hey, I've got some time off... let me come visit you tomorrow, that'll cheer you up won't it?"<br/><br/>
It certainly would. You smiled while telling her you were looking forward to seeing her.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Well, it's a date! See you then. Love you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Love you too."<br/><br/>
Moments like this were bittersweet. Her voice filled you with happiness, but it was a harsh comedown to be trapped in here without her. You left the phone area, looking forward to tomorrow.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room][$rangGf = 1; $visitorTomorrowState = 1]]
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'sissy'>>
In Grenton, you had chosen a new direction in life. Maybe it was just the excitement of going on this new path, but you hadn't really considered $gf when you made that decision.<br/><br/>
While the phone was still dialling her, you considered it best not to overthink things. As much as you could say to her right now, it was better to talk about your choice face-to-face.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Hello? Oh $name, I was hoping it was you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "$gf... I... I'd really like it if you visited me. I think we need to talk."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh, OK... is everything alright in there? You don't quite sound like yourself."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Yeah, it's all fine in here... I just... well, I need to see you in person if that's alright with you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Sure - I was just worried is all! I've been wanting to visit anyway, shall I come tomorrow?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "That would be great!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Don't you miss me? Life isn't quite the same without your cute little face around here!"<br/><br/>
Hearing her voice again made you smile, but also feel guilty for the decision you made about being a sissy without really considering her. She often called you 'little' or 'cute' and other similar things. You always pretended you hated that, but really you kind of liked it. After choosing to be a sissy in here, you wouldn't be able to pretend that anymore.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I do miss you... sorry, I'm just... thinking about so much right now."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Well maybe you need to stop thinking so hard! I'll see you real soon, OK babe? Mwah!"<br/><br/>
You said goodbye before putting the phone down slowly, filled with different emotions. Tomorrow could be awkward, but at least you could cement how you feel and be truthful with $gf.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room][$rangGf = 1; $visitorTomorrowState = 1]]
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'sissybf'>>
Inside Grenton you had chosen a new direction, to open yourself up to a part of your life you had long wanted to explore, and Keaton's demands were a prime opportunity to do so. But even though you wanted to do this, you were still in love with $gf.<br/><br/>
Despite how excited you were, you still wanted to be with her; to be her partner... her love.<br/><br/>
While the phone was still dialling her, you considered it best not to overthink things. As much as you could say to her right now, it was better to do this face-to-face.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Hello? Oh $name, I was hoping it was you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "$gf... it's so good to hear you again. I've missed you so much!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Me too, baby! Are things still going alright in there?"<br/><br/>
You sighed. From the long pause $gf could tell something was wrong.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Hey, I've got some time off... let me come visit you tomorrow! That'll cheer you up won't it?"<br/><br/>
The mere suggestion of it brightened your mood. You smiled while telling her you were looking forward to seeing her.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Well, it's a date then! See you soon. Love you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Love you too!"<br/><br/>
Moments like this were bittersweet. Her voice filled you with happiness, but it was a harsh comedown to be alone in Grenton afterwards.<br/><br/>
Tomorrow would be a big day for you. You weren't sure how you would tell her what's on your mind... about this whole different side of yourself. Most of all, you were worried by how she would react. Today she loved you, but what of tomorrow?<br/><br/>
You left the phone area, looking forward to her visit with both excitement and dread.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room][$rangGf = 1; $visitorTomorrowState = 1]]
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'closeted'>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Hello? Oh $name, I was hoping it was you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "$gf... I really miss you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Me too baby, are things still going OK in there?"<br/><br/>
You trembled as tears began forming in your eyes. It took everything you had to not sound like you were about to cry.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "It's... just a bit harder in here than I expected."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh no! What's happening in there? If they're not treating you right let me help! Is the staff mistreating you? Are they not properly caring for you? I can send in a complaint!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm sorry, but that's not gonna help."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Hey, cheer up! I've got some time off... let me come and visit you tomorrow, that'll make you feel better won't it?"<br/><br/>
Part of you knew it would, but you also felt so ashamed. Still, you couldn't help smiling as you told her you'd like.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Well, it's a date then! See you then. Love you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Love you too..."<br/><br/>
Moments like this were bittersweet. Her voice filled you with happiness, but it was a harsh comedown to be trapped in here for so long without her. You left the phone area, looking forward to tomorrow.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room][$rangGf = 1; $visitorTomorrowState = 1]]
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'dom'>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Hello? Oh $name, I was hoping it was you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Hey you... I was missing the sweet sound of your voice."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Ooooh! I miss you too, babe! Is everything OK?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Well, it's complicated. I'm more interested in how you're doing though. I want to see you again - come visit me tomorrow?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Sure! I had been hoping you'd invite me soon enough! This cowgirl's been getting pretty lonely without her ride."<br/><br/>
You and $gf had been really getting into some erotic roleplaying for the last few months, but it was interrupted by your move into Grenton. It seemed she was still in the mood to continue...<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ha, didn't realize I was calling such a horny girl today! Don't go too wild without me now little lady, didn't I tame you better than that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh... you sure did, he he."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "*Sigh* I wish I wasn't stuck in this fucking place right now..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I'm sorry babe, I guess I need to be more careful with what I say while you're stuck in there, shouldn't I?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No, don't you go feeling bad about anything. This whole situation is my fault. I can't wait to see you tomorrow."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Me too!"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Command her to wear something slutty for the visit tomorrow.|cGfEventDomExtra][$domStat += 1; $gfRespect +=1; $cGfEvent2Slutty = 1; $rangGf = 1; $visitorTomorrowState = 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Tell her you can't wait to see how beautiful she looks tomorrow.|cGfEventDomExtra][$charmStat += 1; $gfRespect += 1; $cGfEvent2Charming = 1; $rangGf = 1; $visitorTomorrowState = 1]]</div><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong cGfEvent.
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $playerStartType is 'straight'>>
Like last time, an officer took you to your table. $gf was already there, sat waiting for you with a bored expression. Just like her first visit, her face came alive the moment she saw you approaching.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"$name!"<br/><br/>
She went to stand up for a hug with you, but the officer was having none of it.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer: </span>"No touching other than hands! Don't make me remind you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Hmpf!"<br/><br/>
With annoyance she sat back down. You weren't happy about it either, wasn't this supposed to be a Personal Growth Center, not a prison? It was such a shame too, she was dressed hot as ever today. You figured she must of come directly from work, as she was wearing her office clothes. Her shirt was unbuttoned enough to see her boobs pressed together by the push-up bra underneath, and her tight mini pencil skirt and stockings completed the look. She normally wore smart pants rather than skirts in the office, but it seemed she changed that today especially for you.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zgf3b.jpg" alt="your girlfriend looking hot in office wear" class="storyImage"><span class="p1">You:</span> "You can't imagine how good it is to see you... especially when you're dressed like that!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Thought I'd give you something special to look at. You must be forgetting what I look like while you're in there, maybe even forgetting what any woman looks like! Can't be easy being surrounded by men all day."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Don't get me started... you're really not far off the mark. Thanks for coming. Just having a moment where life feels normal is all I truly need right now. You looking like that makes it even better."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Is it really that bad in there? I thought being in a Personal Growth Center would be better than the alternative..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm not so sure anymore. Things were alright at first - I thought the whole pantie thing would get people off my back in here... but it hasn't."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"What's happening! Are you OK in there?"<br/><br/>
She reached out and placed her hand on yours. It gave you all the reassurance you needed to confide in her. Though it was an uncomfortable thing to talk about, you felt the need to tell her about the Keaton situation. But how would you explain it?<br/><br/>
<<if $charmStat gte 2>>
<div class="choice">[[They're trying to haze me, but I'll get out of it. |cGfEvent2Extra][$charmStat += 1; $gfRespect += 3; $tempStrBoost += 1; $cGfEvent2Visit = 'charmed'; $cGfEvent2Complete = 1]]</div><br/>
<<else>>
<div class="choice greyedOut">Not enough charm for charming approach.</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $strStat gte 4>>
<div class="choice">[[Tell the truth, and that you're fighting your way out.|cGfEvent2Extra][$courageStat += 1; $gfRespect += 1; $tempStrBoost += 3; $cGfEvent2Visit = 'fighter'; $cGfEvent2Complete = 1]]</div><br/>
<<else>>
<div class="choice greyedOut">Not enough strength for convincing approach.</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[[Tell the truth, and that you're still figuring out what to do.|cGfEvent2Extra][$courageStat += 1; $cGfEvent2Visit = 'noPlan'; $cGfEvent2Complete = 1]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'sissy'>>
Like last time, an officer took you to your table. $gf was already there, sat waiting for you with a bored expression. Just like her first visit, her face came alive the moment she saw you approaching.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"$name!"<br/><br/>
She went to stand up for a hug with you, but the officer was having none of it.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer: </span>"No touching other than hands! Don't make me remind you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Hmpf, I don't see why hugs aren't allowed! Oh, and I really wanted to give your cute little face a squeeze too..."<br/><br/>
With annoyance she sat back down. You weren't happy about it either, wasn't this supposed to be a Personal Growth Center, not a prison? It was such a shame too, you could of really used her touch right now.<br/><br/>
Looking at what she was wearing, you figured she must of come directly from work, as she was wearing her office clothes. A navy jacket and matching pencil skirt that wrapped tightly around her hips, together with a white button shirt. So pretty, yet professional. It was the kind of attire you would like to try pulling off some day, although your version would probably undo a few shirt buttons for a racier look.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zgf3a.jpg" alt="your girlfriend looking good in office wear" class="storyImage"><span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Is everything alright? It sounded like you had a lot on your mind yesterday, so I didn't want to keep you waiting. I've been so worried about you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Thanks, I'm really glad you're here. Things have been... really surprising in here; a lot different to what I ever imagined. I have to say it's nice to just be with you like this, to have a moment that feels normal."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Ah sweetie, don't mention it. I want to support you, just like you did for me when we first met. How are things, you holding up?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Yeah, I'm doing kinda good actually. But what about you? I worry about you too."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"He he, oh you don't need to fret about me! Apart from you being in here, everything else in my life is going fine. I'm glad you're doing OK now though. I mean... after that request for panties, I felt something could be up... that's not like you."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I know. It sounds strange, but I'm confronting a lot of things about myself recently. This place, it's kind of made me think hard about who I am."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh? Well they do say it's a Personal Growth Center right, I suppose it's working?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Um, yes... maybe."<br/><br/>
For the sake of simplicity, you let her think it was the Center, rather than Keaton, that was making you self-introspective. There was probably no need to get too specific, yet; she'd only worry more if you did. However, you did feel a need to tell her about your decision. About who - or what - you felt you truly were.<br/><br/>
Of the many complicated reasons why you accepted to do Keaton's event, a major whelm to do so was the need to explore this 'sissy urge' within you. As much as your relationship with $gf had been a positive in both your lives, you knew it just wouldn't work on this new path you were going down.<br/><br/>
When you made the decision, you instinctively knew you couldn't still be a partner for $gf anymore. Back then, you were a closeted sissy, and now you were determined not to hide it anymore. Though it filled you with sadness, you felt the need to tell the truth to her. She deserved at least that, and you wanted to do this as gently as possible.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "$gf, I... need to tell you something."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"You look upset, is everything OK? It's... alright, $name. I'm here for you."<br/><br/>
She reached out and placed her hand on yours. The warmth of her touch gave you a sense of reassurance. You knew her well enough that she wasn't going to hate you for coming out. You just hoped doing it from a place like this didn't hurt her.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "$gf, I... I'm not 100% sure of who I am but, I've... got this desire to... I... I'm not even sure of the words... it's like I'm... not... I..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Don't worry... I know."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What! What do you mean by that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I know. And you know. I know what you're trying to say... you don't need to put it into words."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No, I don't think you do-"<br/><br/>
Suddenly she leaned in, a gentle smile on her face as she whispered.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"You're a sissy. It's OK. I know and I won't tell anyone. I'm right, aren't I?"<br/><br/>
She was, but how!? It was like she knew exactly what you wanted to say. Part of the reason it was such a struggle to tell her was because you didn't think she'd know what a sissy was, yet somehow she did! You looked back at her, completely dumbfounded. She giggled, then kept her voice low to explain without embarrassing you.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"$name, I'm sorry, it's just I knew already. I could tell you were struggling to explain, but I already understood you."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You.. your right but..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I found out and well... I never wanted to push you. I was at rock bottom after my last relationship, the way men had treated me I had lost my entire sense of self. But you were there for me, $name! You supported me when I needed it most, you gave me so much to help build myself back up. I just didn't want to force you to confront who you are, that was your journey to take and decide in your own time, and well... here we are."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "But, I still don't understand how you knew..."<br/><br/>
<<if $playerVirgin is 'yes'>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Well, at first I thought you were just gay. I mean, you know, your issues with... avoiding intimacy with me. But I didn't get it because I still noticed you checking out women now and then. And then that one time I came got from work early, I was coming round the back and in the window..."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerVirgin is 'no'>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Well, at first I didn't understand at all, after all, we had been... intimate... at least a few times. But, you have to admit for a while now you've been avoiding it with me. I noticed you checking out other women and thought there may be something wrong with me, but in retrospect I realized you were actually checking out their outfits, weren't you? And then that one time I got home from work early, I was coming round the back and in the window..."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Well, at first I didn't understand at all. But, you have to admit, though we've got on so well, the physical intimacy between us has been... well, never mind that. Honestly, everything made sense to me that one time I got home from work early. I was coming round the back and in the window..."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh my God... you really did see me that day!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Yes. For your sake I pretended that I hadn't. It was a bit of a shock at first, but then I kind of found it funny. The way you ran upstairs and changed into men's clothes so quick... you really thought you had got away with it!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I was terrified that day! I felt so much relief when I came down and things were normal... all this time, you knew?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"He he, well... it was obvious you were embarrassed by the whole thing, so like I said, I just left it! And your outfit was clearly not my clothes... I have some sexy undies, but nothing THAT slutty!"<br/><br/>
Your face burned scarlet. She had known for ages! To think this conversation began with you thinking you needed to be gentle. If anything $gf was doing her best to be sensitive for your sake!<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"And I'm sorry to say this but... you did a bad job deleting your browser history on the tablet. I wasn't trying to snoop on you or anything, but I was checking the news one day and searched google for BBC and well, let's just say it wasn't exactly the British Broadcasting Corporation's finest work..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh God! $gf, I'm sorry!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Don't be, please. I think I understand why you'd hide it. That day, I learned what a sissy was and well... at first, honestly, it was a little disturbing, I can't say I didn't find it strange. But I was curious and ended up looking into it more and... I actually learned quite a lot."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "And... you still stayed with me?"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerVirgin is 'yes'>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I know we weren't.... physically involved together but, I still loved you. This has been something truly special."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I didn't have any reason to leave... back then. But $name, you've been so distant. It's so clear you need to go down a different path. We can both see this... us... it can't go on, can it? It hurts, I know, but despite what I'm saying, I do love you..."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Me too. There were times where I wished I only desired you... that I wasn't into this sissy stuff. I... I wanted to be your man, but... I just couldn't."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"It's OK. I think you already know this now, but you don't have to pretend for my sake anymore. You can be who you truly are. I know this world puts pressure on people like you to hide their desires deep down, but you don't want to have to keep doing that, do you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm beginning to understand that. I want to explore this part of me. It's just, I... I should of told you this long before now."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"No. The two of us were together for a reason. We both needed each other. You were there for me, and now I'm here for you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What... what do you mean?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I'm saying, I still want to be part of your life. Not your partner but... your friend. One who can look out for you still while you're in here. Someone who knows you and can be supportive for you while you discover yourself."<br/><br/>
Tears began streaming down your cheeks. Despite knowing you needed to end things you still felt sad it had come to this. But they were also tears of joy, knowing that your time with $gf could be looked back on as a happy chapter in both your lives, and that you could still count on each other. She put her hand on yours and squeezed. You sniffed heavily before you could finally speak.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Yes. Yes... I'd like that."<br/><br/>
Her eyes were watering too, but she kept smiling. She was happy for you.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"I... wish things had been different."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Me too... but hey, I'm excited to have someone in my life I can dress up!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"You... wait, you'd really help with that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Of course! I said I'd support you, didn't I?"<br/><br/>
With a new reality setting in for you both, the mood lightened. She was excited by picturing how cute a girl you'd make, especially keen to explain how well suited your face would be for certain makeup styles. You were simply grateful you didn't have to hide your feelings anymore, and had the chance to explore the sissy cravings you had deep inside, and with a girl's help no less! You both started making jokes about how crazy these revelations had been, and started to see the funny side. After all this, it was finally time to go.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Well... I better be off. Listen, don't forget you can still call me whenever you need."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"$gf... thank you."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"That's alright. Oh and, um, if I do come across your secret stash of girl's clothes, I'll keep them safe. Don't worry about your things being thrown out, he he!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Oh! Er, if you do find them..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Yes?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Uh... you probably don't want to look at them... there's... some pieces of clothing even sluttier than what you've already seen."<br/><br/>
The pitiful little confession made her burst out laughing, which you couldn't help but join in with.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"You know what $name, you were never boring! When you get out of here, I think we'll have a lot of fun."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Really? But I..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Not like that! I mean like, a girl's night out!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Ah! Well, let's see. I'm still new to this. But... that sounds fun."<br/><br/>
You both smiled one last time. Visitation was over. She said goodbye politely, before you were escorted back to the main area. As odd as today had been it was exactly what needed to happen. The truth was out there between you two, and while your partnership was over, you could carry on from now as friends. You smiled on the way back, thinking positively so as to be ready for what was ahead.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room][$cGfEvent2Complete = 1; $gfType = 'mentor']]
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'sissybf'>>
Like last time, an officer took you to your table. $gf was already there, sat waiting for you with a bored expression. Just like her first visit, her face came alive the moment she saw you approaching.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"$name!"<br/><br/>
She went to stand up for a hug with you, but the officer was having none of it.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer: </span>"No touching other than hands! Don't make me remind you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Hmpf, I don't see why hugs aren't allowed! Oh, and I really wanted to give your cute little face a squeeze too..."<br/><br/>
With annoyance she sat back down. You weren't happy about it either, wasn't this supposed to be a Personal Growth Center, not a prison? It was such a shame too, you could of really used her touch right now.<br/><br/>
Looking at what she was wearing, you figured she must of come directly from work, as she was wearing her office clothes. A navy jacket and matching pencil skirt that wrapped tightly around her hips, together with a white button shirt. So pretty, yet professional. It was the kind of attire you would like to try pulling off some day, although your version would probably undo a few shirt buttons for a racier look.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zgf3a.jpg" alt="your girlfriend looking good in office wear" class="storyImage"><span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Is everything alright? It sounded like you had a lot on your mind yesterday, so I didn't want to keep you waiting. I've been so worried about you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm sorry. I don't want you to feel concerned, but I seriously needed to see you. Things have been way harder than expected in here... Just having a moment where life feels normal with you is all I need right now."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Ah sweetie... don't mention it! I want to be here for you, just like you were for me when we first met. But if you don't tell me what's wrong, you're just going to hold in all your problems and that can't be good for you."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "It's just... I thought the whole pantie thing would get people off my back in here. If anything, it's had the opposite effect!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Really! What's happening? Are you OK in there?"<br/><br/>
She reached out and placed her hand on yours. The warmth of her touch gave you some reassurance she would support you, but not quite enough for you to tell her. You were scared about what she might think if you told her about your sissy desires; how Keaton's event was a way to confront and explore them. How most of all, you didn't want to lose her. You tried to remember moments of your life with $gf, whether any past interaction could give you a hint of how she might react.<br/><br/>
Becoming slightly panicked, your mind started recollecting all sorts of crazy things. You knew they were true events in your life, you just couldn't remember if they involved $gf or somebody else. Thinking clearly about it, which one of these inclinations about $gf was true?<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Didn't I accidentally see her browser history once? And it was mostly gay and trans porn?|cGfEvent2Extra][$cGfEvent2Visit = 'openGf'; $gfType = 'open']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice greyedOut"><strong>Choice blocked while development focuses on one option:</strong> I vaguely recall her being a huge fan of Ru Paul's Drag Race, but was that her or someone else?</div><br/>
<div class="choice greyedOut"><strong>Choice blocked while development focuses on one option:</strong> Wasn't she the person who was disgusted by your smooth skin when you shaved your body for a medical scan?</div><br/>
/*
todo change back later
<div class="choice">[[I vaguely recall her being a huge fan of Ru Paul's Drag Race, but was that her or someone else?|cGfEvent2Extra][$cGfEvent2Visit = 'mentorGf'; $gfType = 'mentor'; $cGfEvent2Complete = 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Wasn't she the person who was disgusted by your smooth skin when you shaved your body for a medical scan?|cGfEvent2Extra][$cGfEvent2Visit = 'cuckGf'; $gfType = 'cuck'; $cGfEvent2Complete = 1]]</div><br/>
*/
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'closeted'>>
Like last time, an officer took you to your table. $gf was already there, sat waiting for you with a bored expression. Just like her first visit, her face came alive the moment she saw you approaching.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"$name!"<br/><br/>
She went to stand up for a hug with you, but the officer was having none of it.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer: </span>"No touching other than hands! Don't make me remind you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Hmpf!"<br/><br/>
With annoyance she sat back down. You weren't pleased about it either, wasn't this supposed to be a Personal Growth Center, not a prison? It was such a shame too, you could of really used her touch right now.<br/><br/>
Looking at what she was wearing, you figured she must of come to you straight after work because she was wearing office clothes. A navy pinstripe jacket with matching smart pants, and a white button shirt. You sort of hoped she'd undo a few buttons to go for a sexier look, but she still looked pretty.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zgf3d.jpg" alt="your girlfriend looking smart in office wear" class="storyImage"><span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Is everything OK? You sound pretty upset yesterday, I was worried about you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "*Sigh* Actually, things have been harder than expected in here... Thank you for coming though. To have just a moment where life feels normal with you is exactly what I need right now."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Ah sweetie, I understand! But if you don't tell me what's wrong you're just going to hold in all your problems. That can't be good for you."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "It's just... I thought the whole pantie thing would get people off my back in here... but it hasn't. In fact, it's got pretty bad."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"What's happening!? Are you OK in there?"<br/><br/>
She reached out and placed her hand on yours, it's warm touch was enough to reassure you enough to confide in her. Though it was an uncomfortable thing to talk about, you had to tell her about the Keaton situation. But how would you explain it?<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Tell the truth about what is going on, and say you'll do what Keaton says.|cGfEvent2Extra][$pervStat += 1; $courageStat += 2; $gfRespect -= 1; $cGfEvent2Visit = 'goingAlong'; $cGfEvent2Complete = 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Gloss over it, say there's just some light hazing going on in here.|cGfEvent2Extra][$courageStat -= 1; $gfRespect += 1; $cGfEvent2Visit = 'hidTheTruth'; $cGfEvent2Complete = 1]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'dom'>>
<<if $cGfEvent2Slutty is 1>>
Like last time, an officer took you to your table. $gf was already there, sat waiting for you with a bored expression. Just like her first visit, her face came alive the moment she saw you approaching.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"$name!"<br/><br/>
She went to stand up for a hug with you, but the officer was having none of it.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer: </span>"No touching other than hands! Don't make me remind you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Hmpf!"<br/><br/>
With annoyance she sat back down again. You weren't happy about it either; wasn't this supposed to be a Personal Growth Center, not a prison?<br/><br/>
Just like you told her, $gf had dressed up. She looked sexy, especially for a visitation meeting, but just socially acceptable enough to not look trashy. She was wearing black denim shorts that were cut off so high at the leg they almost looked like hot pants, with a silky black top that showed off all her cleavage, and provocative black knee high boots. A fashionable baker-boy hat finished her look, giving it a touch of cuteness. She could tell you were admiring her, and questioned you with a cheeky smile.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zgf3e.jpg" alt="your girlfriend looking slutty" class="storyImage"><span class="gf">$gf: </span>"So, how did I do?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Very nice... I'm impressed. An alluring look, yet just casual enough to not let everyone know what a slut you really are. I'll have to make my next command more challenging next time."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh please, nothing too embarrassing!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Hey! Come on, don't plead like that! We know it's what you really want."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I know... it's just... this relationship dynamic we have going... we used to do in private. It feels like things are moving a bit quick!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "That's understandable, and I know it's difficult. But with me stuck in here, you'll understand I want to push things a little further? If you still want to please me that is."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Of course I do!"<br/><br/>
Her face was genuine, proving that even while you were in here you still had a strong influence over $gf. Your dominant personality had been something she found very attractive, and shortly into your relationship you discovered just how submissive she could be. You enjoyed playing the role of Dom. Though it was new to you, you wanted to be the best at it you could; both for your pleasure and hers. Still, the pair of you had kept this aspect of your relationship private, and though you both would of preferred to keep it that way, this situation changed things. You would have to nudge $gf's naughty side out from the shadows.<br/><br/>
An idea struck you of a small first step you could get her to take for you. It would almost certainly spice things up if you got her to refer to you from now on the same kind of way she did back in the bedroom. You remembered how she reffered to you...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[She'd call you Master. |cGfEvent2Extra][$title = 'Master'; $gfRespect += 1; $cGfEvent2Visit = 'titled'; $cGfEvent2Complete = 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[She'd call you Sir. |cGfEvent2Extra][$title = 'Sir'; $gfRespect += 1; $cGfEvent2Visit = 'titled']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[It was something more unique... (Custom)|cGfEvent2CustomName][$title = 'unknown'; $gfRespect += 1; $cGfEvent2Visit = 'titled'; $cGfEvent2Complete = 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[She'd call you by your own name and do dirty talk. |cGfEvent2Extra][$title = $name; $gfRespect += 1; $cGfEvent2Visit = 'dirtyTalk'; $cGfEvent2Complete = 1]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $cGfEvent2Charming is 1>>
Like last time, an officer took you to your table. $gf was already there, sat waiting for you with a bored expression. Just like her first visit, her face came alive the moment she saw you approaching.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"$name!"<br/><br/>
She went to stand up for a hug with you, but the officer was having none of it.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer: </span>"No touching other than hands! Don't make me remind you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Hmpf!"<br/><br/>
With annoyance she sat back down. You weren't pleased about it either, wasn't this supposed to be a Personal Growth Center, not a prison?<br/><br/>
What made it even harder not to touch her was that she looked stunningly beautiful today. A gorgeous dress in a summery blue pattern, with an enticing slit to tease the top of her smooth thighs. The outfit accentuated her hips, giving her the full figure of a woman. A sexy but elegant look that she pulled off seemingly effortlessly. She could see the admiration on your face, and questioned you with a cheeky smile.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zgf3c.jpg" alt="your girlfriend looking really hot in a dress" class="storyImage">
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"You like what you see, do you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "How could I not? Even you must want a piece of you right now! If only I could dress up as nice for you, we'd be ready to hit the red carpet... if Grenton had one."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"He he, I know I shouldn't tease you while you're stuck here, but just wanted to give you a gentle reminder what you're missing."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Consider me reminded, Missy. Not that I could ever forget some of the ways you've dressed for me..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"You're not thinking of the cow-girl stuff, again?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Well, not that particular look... until you mentioned it! Anyway, we should probably change the subject before I get a bit too hot and bothered. How have you been?"<br/><br/>
You both caught up on general things. It was really nice to feel things be normal again, if not for the looming thought of telling her about the Keaton situation. You and $gf had a pretty solid relationship, and while you both liked to keep things classy in general, she had a bit of a kinky side too. You decided it was now or never to tell her. She looked puzzled as your tone changed to serious.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I've got something... difficult going on in here. It's important to me that you know. After that pantie situation, I thought I'd have anyone in here off my back, but it's actually been the opposite. Some guys in here seem to think they can take advantage of my naivety."<br/><br/>
You explained what Keaton's event seemed to be and how there was a gang of guys running the things in here. It would be silly to try fighting your way out, but you had another plan. You would convince someone else to take your place. It wasn't ideal, but you thought it was possible there was someone who would not only be able to take your place, but <em>want</em> to do it. <<if $cafeSissyDominated is 1>>You believed you had found such a person in Charlie.<<else>>You were going to find such a person.<</if>><br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh my God! What on Earth is going on in there that people are doing this? Can't I help you at all? I could... I could put in a complaint!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Don't do that... please. I still don't know this place well enough to truly trust anyone. Anything you say to the officers may make things worse. Hey, you know me... I'll find a way out of this. You wouldn't doubt the man you love, would you?"<br/><br/>
Your charming way convinced $gf that you'd be alright. Being the sweet girl she was, her concern turned to whoever might take your place.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I'm sure you'll find a way through this. You always do find a managing tough situations. Oh, but what about the person taking your place?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Hey, look at me. The way I'm doing this, everybody wins. Believe in me. I want to do this in a way not just to spare me. I'll look after the person who takes my place. I promise."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"OK. I'm sure you will, you're a good guy. And it's a Personal Growth Center after all, I guess some people need guidance."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "...I know this is a strange position to put you in, but I needed to check. Are you OK with me doing this?"<br/><br/>
She let out a little laugh.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Strange is an understatement! But I understand you're doing what it takes, and I admire the way you're handling it. I have to say, it's kind of hot too."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Hot! What do you mean?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Like, you know, guys in panties... it's kind of hot! I don't know, you're making me blush. Don't you watch any of those drag shows?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Miss $gf! Am I just learning a whole new side to you that you've never told me about!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"He he, I mean... some girls like that type of thing. You know how lesbian porn has a kind of appeal to some straight men, some girls maybe like... you know."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Gay porn?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"That might not be the proper label, but, yeah... some flavors of it! Like, a manly guy with a more feminine guy... I just think it's sexy!"<br/><br/>
It was quite amazing that she felt comfortable to share that with you. It reminded you of early in your relationship. That kind of shy admission was similar to how she had hinted to you about the naughtier things she wanted to explore with you.<br/><br/>
The best part of the conversation though was that any pressure you had about being embarrassed by the situation was entirely gone. It wasn't like her attitude was totally out of left field though; like she mentioned, she really did love watching drag shows, and she wasn't one to clear her browser history very well. Despite her never telling you about being turned on by the idea of feminine guys, you had some idea of her interest in it. It was just interesting that she mentioned it now.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "That makes a kind of sense. Wow... how did I ever get so lucky as to get a catch like you! Beautiful, empathetic... more than a little bit dirty! Don't go getting that imagination of yours too carried away though - right now I'm just doing what it takes to sort out this Keaton thing."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Do what you need to babe. Just remember, if things go south, don't hesitate to ask my help."<br/><br/>
You reached and squeezed her hand, looking into her eyes with self assurance that you could do what it takes to thrive in here.<br/><br/>
Time had flown by, and your visitation period came to an abrupt end by the Officer. You both said your goodbyes, while she looked really sad not to be able to stay longer. This visit was exactly what you needed, it had felt so good to see her again. You took one last glance towards her and as you were escorted back to the main area. It was hard not to dwell on what she had talked about. It was a simple question you couldn't help considering. Do you think you are, or potentially could be, sexually attracted to a feminine guy? A crossdresser maybe?<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room][$cGfEvent2Complete = 1]]
<<else>>
Something wrong. cGfEvent2. Dom specific part.
<</if>>
<<else>>
Something wrong cGfEvent2.
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $cGfEvent2Slutty is 1>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"$name! But you know what a sweet innocent girl I am! You'd really make me dress like that in public, people may get the wrong impression of me!"<br/><br/>
She said it cheekily. You knew just how to tease her and carried on pressing her buttons.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What is this? Pretending to be a good girl without me around are you? You can try to hide who you are from them, but not from me. I would of thought you knew that by now. Now come on, I said to dress like a slut for me tomorrow. You don't want disappoint me, do you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I don't... OK, I'll do it. For you."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Good girl. How does it feel to be commanded by me again, you've missed this haven't you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Mmm."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Mmm? You're touching yourself? Don't say you're not, I can tell."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Y-yes. It's your voice... it get's me going..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Just a few thoughts of being commanded by me again and you're such a naughty girl. I know you... you're rubbing the outside of your wet panties right now. I'm not going to try stopping you... I know I can't prevent a slut in heat like you from touching herself, but don't forget, you know I could if I was there with you."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I need you $name..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I know you do. I know you're finding it hard without me..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"It is... it's really hard..."<br/><br/>
Her breathing was heavier, but you could see the time for your call was running out. You had to finish this call up quick!<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Fuck! This call is almost over. Keep thinking about me... I'll see you tomorrow."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Ugh... how cruel! Yes, I'll be there! Love y-"<br/><br/>
The call suddenly cut out. Moments like this were bittersweet. Her voice filled you with happiness, but it was a harsh comedown to be trapped in here for so long without her. You left the phone area, looking forward to tomorrow.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room][$playerVirgin = 'no']]
<<elseif $cGfEvent2Charming is 1>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"$name!"<br/><br/>
She was blushing, you could tell because of the way she laughed after what you said. It felt good to make her happy.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Actually I'm a little worried you might make the other inhabitants in here jealous."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh, stop!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Just teasing you... is it really this easy to embarrass the so-called cowgirl?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"He he, I think you know my demeanor can change pretty wildly depending on the... situation."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh I know. It's nice chatting to the most beautiful girl in the world right now, but... I sort of want to talk with the naughtiest one..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh, well isn't that good timing because there's a certain horny man I'd like to speak to, could you put him on please?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Well now! Was I giving off the wrong impression... because I want you so fucking bad right now."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Yeah?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "When I get out of here you better be wearing something you don't care about because I'm going to tear it right off you."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Mm yeah... rip them off and just take me, please!"<br/><br/>
She was touching herself... you could tell.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm going to want you so bad... I won't even be able to wait for you to take your panties off, I'll just pull them to the side and start fucking you."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh God! I need you to fuck me hard!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You know I will."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I need you $name..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I need you too. Just remember I'm finding it tough without you too..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"It's so hard..."<br/><br/>
Time for your call was running out, you had to finish this call up quickly.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Fuck! This call is almost over. Keep thinking about me... I'll see you tomorrow."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Ugh... how cruel! Yes, I'll be there!"<br/><br/>
The call suddenly cut out. Moments like this were bittersweet. Her voice filled you with happiness, but it was a harsh comedown to be trapped in here for so long without her. You left the phone area, looking forward to tomorrow.<br/><br/>
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<<else>>
Someting wrong, cGfEventDomExtra.
<</if>>
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<<if $cGfEvent2Visit is 'charmed'>>
As delicately as you could, you explained the situation to $gf, making clear you had no intention of doing it. While she was horrified by what they were trying to do to you, you were at least able to ease her into thinking that you had it all under control.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Isn't there something I can do?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I don't think so, babe. I still don't know the place well enough to truly trust anyone. Anything you say to the officers might make things worse. Hey, you know me... I'll get out of this."<br/><br/>
You probably did the best possible job of convincing $gf things would be alright, but while your words worked on her, you knew they were hollow until you had actually got yourself out of this situation.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"OK... OK, I won't say anything. I believe in you... just, be careful."<br/><br/>
She moved her hand subtly up to your arm so the officer wouldn't see, then gave your bicep a squeeze.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Teach them all a lesson, $name. Make them know they can't mess with <em>my</em> man!"<br/><br/>
Her belief in you gave you a surprising boost to your confidence. It was hard to explain, but you felt like her faith in you gave you a kind of extra strength; strength that would help you in the fight ahead.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "$gf... I've missed you so much. I feel it even more in these moments... I can't wait to get home and be with you again. If I could get away with it, I'd climb over this table right now and tear that top off of you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I want you so bad too! But I have to say - if there's one positive out of all this - it's just how manly you've gotten in here! If my skirt wasn't so tight I don't think I could resist touching... you know..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Well, maybe that would near tearing off too!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Fuck, $name! We're getting carried away with ourselves in public like this..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Shit... I know. Just hold on for me, babe. The man you know isn't ever going to give up. We just need to get through this, and I'll be all yours."<br/><br/>
Time was up and you both said your goodbyes. After all the events so far, seeing $gf again had completely uplifted you, and you appeared to have the same effect on her. Still, charm alone wouldn't be the answer to your problems. You still needed to be stronger to face what was ahead. <br/><br/>
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<<elseif $cGfEvent2Visit is 'fighter'>>
Bluntly, you explained the situation to $gf, making it it clear you had no intention of doing it. You were bulking up and becoming physically stronger in here in preparation. She was horrified by what they were trying to do to you, her fears only slightly allayed by how much more muscular you looked than before. Despite that, her instinct was to help you.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Isn't there something I can do? There must be someone I can go to and stop this?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "There's not, babe. I still don't know the place well enough to really trust anyone, and anything you say to the officers might make things worse. Hey, look at me... what, don't I look tough enough? I'm not even done training yet... these guys are going to learn they can't mess with me."<br/><br/>
You did an decent enough job of convincing $gf things would be alright. While she seemed uncomfortable with the idea of you fighting, she could see the determination in your eyes.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"OK, I won't say anything. Just be careful... I'm worried about you, $name. I just never saw you as a fighter. Wow, you really do look stronger though!"<br/><br/>
She moved her hand subtly up your arm so the officer wouldn't see, then gave your bicep a squeeze.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Go teach them all a lesson. Make sure they all know they can't fuck with <em>my</em> man!"<br/><br/>
Her belief in you gave you a surprising boost to your confidence. It was hard to explain, but you felt like her faith in you gave you a kind of extra strength; strength that would help you in the fight ahead.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "$gf... I've missed you so much. I feel it even more in these moments... I can't wait to get home and be with you again. If I could get away with it, I'd climb over this table right now and tear that top off of you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I want you so bad too! But I have to say - if there's one positive out of all this - it's just how manly you've gotten in here! If my skirt wasn't so tight I don't think I could resist touching... you know..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Well, maybe that would near tearing off too!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Fuck, $name! We're getting carried away with ourselves in public like this..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Shit... I know. Just hold on for me, babe. The man you know isn't ever going to give up. We just need to get through this, and I'll be all yours."<br/><br/>
Time was up and you both said your goodbyes. After all the events so far, seeing $gf again had completely uplifted you, and you appeared to have the same effect on her. Still, belief alone wouldn't be the answer to your problems. You still needed to be strong to face what was ahead. <br/><br/>
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<<elseif $cGfEvent2Visit is 'noPlan'>>
You didn't do a good job explaining the situation to $gf, but you at least made it clear you had no intention of doing it. There were vague ideas of what you might do, like perhaps try to get a bit stronger, but nothing like a solid plan yet. She was horrified by what they were trying to do to you.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"How can they make you do that!? What about the officers? There must be something I can do... I'll, I'll put in a complaint!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No babe, please! I still don't know the place well enough to really trust anyone. Anything you say to the officers might make things worse. That Keaton guy seems to be running <em>everything</em> in here. Hey, look at me... I'll figure something out, OK?"<br/><br/>
She seemed really uncomfortable with what she heard, but at least agreed not to risk anything with a formal complaint.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"OK, I won't say anything. Just, please, be careful... oh god, this is so bad, $name! What if you don't figure something out... what'll they do!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "$gf... don't think that way, you'll only upset yourself!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"If there's any good reason to be upset about anything, isn't it this!? My boyfriend's completely exposed right now and I'm helpless to do anything!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I know it's hard. I'm sorry, this is my fault. I never wanted to cause you stress. I just... I just wanted to see you, and get my mind off this shit!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I... I understand. I'll try not to worry... fuck $name, how did we ever get here?"<br/><br/>
$gf's visit hadn't given you the boost you hoped it would, but it was still nice to see her. You just wished you had time to have a more comforting chat. And while she was dressed like that, maybe some dirty talk too!<br/><br/>
This was a wake up call though. You needed to work harder if you were going to get out of this Keaton mess and somehow hold on to your respect in the process. Sadly your visitation time was spent on consoling her, making the visit ended on a somewhat sour note.<br/><br/>
You both said your goodbyes, before being escorted out the room.<br/><br/>
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<<elseif $cGfEvent2Visit is 'goingAlong'>>
As delicately as you could, you explained the situation to $gf, but despite your efforts this was almost too much for her. Her hands cupped over her mouth, horrified to hear what you were being subjected to. Such a visceral reaction came across to you somewhat insensitive.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Wh-what? Why would you do that!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "It's not like it's something I want to do!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Go to an officer! Do... do something, $name!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "It's not that simple. Keaton is running <em>everything</em> in here. I know it's my fault I got into this, but I've got nobody I can truly trust. I can't go to the officers, I just can't risk it!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I'm complaining to whoever runs this place, it's unacceptable! I thought this was a Personal Growth Center, I didn't imagine anything like <em>this</em> could happen!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Please $gf, listen to me, I'm begging you not to do that! The last thing I need is anymore trouble!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Fine! Fine... I won't say anything! My God, I can't believe this..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm sorry... I really am. I've made such dumb choices in life. Please, just give me a chance to prove to you this is for the best."<br/><br/>
Things hadn't gone as well as you hoped, but at least you had been truthful to her. This time you placed your hand on hers, and gently squeezed. She closed her eyes and paused.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I'll try to... keep an open mind. For you."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Thank you."<br/><br/>
It may have been incredibly awkward, but at least it was done; you had gotten what you needed off your chest. It was going to be hard to steer the chat to anything normal from here, but it seemed you didn't have to. Visitation time was up. You both said your goodbyes, before you were escorted out of the room.<br/><br/>
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<<elseif $cGfEvent2Visit is 'hidTheTruth'>>
You portrayed the situation to $gf as if there was some hazing going on in here, and you were getting tired of being treated that way from the guys in here. It was something you could put up with for now, but was coming close to being intolerable. To reassure her, you told her it would go away once you got to know the place better. Then you could avoid it.<br/><br/>
At no point did you mention the specifics about Keaton and his intentions for you at this show of his. Upset to hear they were giving you a rough time, she felt a need to help.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Surely they can't get away with treating you like this? I thought this was a Personal Growth center! Isn't there something I can do? I... I could put in a complaint!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Don't babe, please! I still don't know the place well enough to really trust anyone yet. Anything you say to the officers might make things worse! Hey, look at me... I'll get through this."<br/><br/>
You couldn't tell if $gf was convinced by your white lies, but you at least avoided causing her more distress.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Fine, I won't say anything. I understand, I guess. Best to avoid trouble... you've never been a fighter."<br/><br/>
She gave your hand a little squeeze and smiled. She was right about that, but you didn't need to be macho to be a good boyfriend. You wanted to change the subject and remind her that she was still in your thoughts.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "$gf... I've missed you... I can't wait to get home and be with you again."<br/><br/>
<<if $playerVirgin is 'no'>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"He he, I've missed you too. Doesn't it suck they don't do anything like conjugal visits here? Honestly, sometimes this place seems worse than prison!"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Ooh... I've missed you too. It's so difficult to get time to talk to you in here. Honestly, sometimes this place seems almost as bad as a prison!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "It's worse than I imagined, that's for sure."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Just get out of here in one piece, OK? I need my boyfriend back."<br/><br/>
You smiled at her. This visit was exactly what you needed to get your mind off things, but you weren't going to kid yourself. This was just a pleasant distraction. Once this was over you still had to deal with Keaton, which you had already resigned yourself to. You just wanted to get it over with so it would have as little effect on your relationship as possible. You tried not to think about it for the rest of your time with her.<br/><br/>
Visitation time was up. You both said your goodbyes, before being escorted back out the room.<br/><br/>
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<<elseif $cGfEvent2Visit is 'titled' and $title is ''>>
On deeper thought, you actually couldn't recall any title she'd call you by. While she didn't have such a name for you, she did enjoy talking dirty, especially loving to use your own name as seductively as she could...<br/><br/>
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<<elseif $cGfEvent2Visit is 'titled' and $title is not ''>>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "From now on, you're going to refer to me as $title, even while I'm in here. Just like before... understood?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh... yes. OK."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "OK? Ok who?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Are you serious? Right here?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Come on now, I'm losing my patience."<br/><br/>
She leaned in nervously, close enough so that she could hush her voice; her top slipped a little in the process, revealing more of her chest. You could tell she wanted to say it, she wanted to do what you told her so as to satisfy you, though she obviously had some shame about it.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"OK... $title."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Good. And don't worry, it'll become easier."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Ugh, why do you have to be stuck in here. I want you so fucking bad..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm working on it, babe. You can't even imagine how much I want you too right now, but listen, our time's running out. I need to tell you something. It's important."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh, wh-what is it?"<br/><br/>
She sat up suddenly, surprised after the sudden change of tone in your voice. There was a serious but puzzled expression on her sweet little face. You had to tell her about the Keaton situation, all while keeping your cool, dominant persona to assure her you had everything under control.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "After that pantie situation, I thought I'd have anyone in here off my back, but it's actually been the opposite. Some guys in here think they can boss me around, but they're about to learn they can't."<br/><br/>
You explained what Keaton's event seemed to be; how his gang of guys seemed to be running things inside here. It would be silly to try fighting your way out, but you had another plan: convince someone else to take your place. You felt confident you could get out of this just fine.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh my God! Can't I help you at all? I could... I could put in a complaint!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No, don't do that. I still don't know the place well enough to truly trust anyone. Anything you say to the officers might make things worse. Hey, look at me... you know I can get this situation entirely under control."<br/><br/>
Your confidence alone was enough to convince her, while you could tell she hated the thought of you being in trouble like this, her belief in you was unwavering.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I'm glad to hear that. Oh, but what about the poor person taking your place?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Babe, I'm doing what I have to do. What kind of man would I be if I wasn't? I'm going to do what it takes to get out of here in one piece and be your man again, understood?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Yes... I understand. And honestly... the thought of you being such an authority in there... it's pretty hot."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh? Is this a new fantasy of yours I haven't known yet?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"He he, I'm discovering new things I like all the time; your influence on me is proof enough of that. Is it so wrong to like the idea of <em>my</em> man being the alpha male in there?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I can only imagine what someone with as dirty a mind as yours is imagining, but don't get too ahead of yourself. I'm just using my natural talents to put everything in it's right place."<br/><br/>
You smiled. Under that dominant exterior of yours, you were just pleased she comfortable after such a revelation. And maybe not just comfortable... was she hinting at an enjoyment at the thought of you dominating others?<br/><br/>
Time had flown by, and your visitation period had to end abruptly. You both said your goodbyes; with $gf especially sad she wasn't allowed to stay longer. This visit was exactly what you needed though. Seeing her again was always a pleasure, and you took one last glance at her hot figure before being escorted back.<br/><br/>
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<<elseif $cGfEvent2Visit is 'dirtyTalk'>>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What was the kind of thing you used to say to me..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"What do you mean?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh you know... that time I had your hands cuffed behind you back, and my hard cock an inch from you face. You'd say my name, among other things..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"$name! Not here-"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Come on now. Whisper it to me, if you have to."<br/><br/>
She leaned in nervously, close enough so that she could hush her voice; her top slipped a little in the process, revealing more of her chest. You could tell she wanted to say it, she wanted to do what you told her so as to satisfy you, though she obviously had some shame about it.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>$name... I need you... please just tell me I have do for you so I can have you inside me!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Mmm, yeah that was it. Don't be so shy now, I need to keep you on your toes still. It'll get easier the more you do it..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Ugh, why do you have to be stuck in here. I want you so fucking bad..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm working on it, babe. You can't even imagine how much I want you too right now, but listen, our time's running out. I need to tell you something. It's important."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh, wh-what is it?"<br/><br/>
She sat up suddenly, surprised after the sudden change of tone in your voice. There was a serious but puzzled expression on her sweet little face. You had to tell her about the Keaton situation, all while keeping your cool, dominant persona to assure her you had everything under control.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "After that pantie situation, I thought I'd have anyone in here off my back, but it's actually been the opposite. Some guys in here think they can boss me around, but they're about to learn they can't."<br/><br/>
You explained what Keaton's event seemed to be; how his gang of guys seemed to be running things inside here. It would be silly to try fighting your way out, but you had another plan: convince someone else to take your place. You felt confident you could get out of this just fine.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh my God! Can't I help you at all? I could... I could put in a complaint!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No, don't do that. I still don't know the place well enough to truly trust anyone. Anything you say to the officers might make things worse. Hey, look at me... you know I can get this situation entirely under control."<br/><br/>
Your confidence alone was enough to convince her, while you could tell she hated the thought of you being in trouble like this, her belief in you was unwavering.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I'm glad to hear that. Oh, but what about the poor person taking your place?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Babe, I'm doing what I have to do. What kind of man would I be if I wasn't? I'm going to do what it takes to get out of here in one piece and be your man again, understood?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Yes... I understand. And honestly... the thought of you being such an authority in there... it's pretty hot."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh? Is this a new fantasy of yours I haven't known yet?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"He he, I'm discovering new things I like all the time; your influence on me is proof enough of that. Is it so wrong to like the idea of <em>my</em> man being the alpha male in there?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I can only imagine what someone with as dirty a mind as yours is imagining, but don't get too ahead of yourself. I'm just using my natural talents to put everything in it's right place."<br/><br/>
You smiled. Under that dominant exterior of yours, you were just pleased she comfortable after such a revelation. And maybe not just comfortable... was she hinting at an enjoyment at the thought of you dominating others?<br/><br/>
Time had flown by, and your visitation period had to end abruptly. You both said your goodbyes; with $gf especially sad she wasn't allowed to stay longer. This visit was exactly what you needed though. Seeing her again was always a pleasure, and you took one last glance at her hot figure before being escorted back.<br/><br/>
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<<elseif $cGfEvent2Visit is 'openGf'>>
After a deep inhale to calm yourself down, you thought on your life with $gf before Grenton, hoping to come up with some hint as to how she would react to what you were about to say.<br/><br/>
There was one memory that stuck out to you the most, something you noticed quite recently, maybe a month or two back. $gf had let you borrow her laptop to work on. While typing in the browser bar, you couldn't help noticing her recent history were filled with links to porn. Honestly, you couldn't of ignored the 'Moaning Twink fucked by MONSTER COCK' text if you tried.<br/><br/>
After an initial shock, you couldn't help but laugh - it was a side of her you didn't know about at all! She had never given any clue she was into that sort of thing. You were actually relieved to know she might have a secret dirty side, just like you. Who knows, maybe gay porn has a similar appeal to straight girls like lesbian videos can for straight guys.<br/><br/>
Despite quite liking the discovery of a more kinky side of her, you decided you weren't going to bring it up. You had used her laptop plenty of times before without seeing this type of thing, so she must of accidentally forgot to delete her history this time. If she wanted to keep this secret, so be it. To spare her any embarrassment, you went ahead and deleted it.<br/><br/>
As you did so, you couldn't help but notice even more links, as the interface showed you the last 10 websites she visited. Even now, some of those titles stuck in your mind...'Huge Raw Cock for Eager Bottom Bitch', 'Getting Pounded while GF watches', 'Amateur CD Getting Pumped Hard By Fat Cock', 'Young T-girl with Older Man from Grindr', 'Sissy FUCKED by 10 inch cock'.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ZGfEvent2ExtraTrans.jpg" alt="picture of trans amateur" class="storyImage">She seems seriously into this stuff! You were a bit more flustered by what you saw now, and now rushed to delete them, feeling an urgency to not invade her privacy any further. You slammed the laptop shut afterwards; there was no way you could possibly concentrate on work after that! It wasn't just learning that she enjoyed that type of thing that distracted you... it was the overlap with the kind of fantasies you've had.<br/><br/>
It was surprisingly easy to carry on as normal after that. At one point that evening, you felt tempted to bring up what you had saw with her, but you only came to the same conclusion as earlier; it was her secret to keep private. You knew what it was like to feel embarrassed about the things you enjoyed too.<br/><br/>
A week later, you started to wonder if you had actually misremembered what you saw, doubting your own memory. You borrowed her laptop again, and there were no signs of any porn like it anywhere. In conversations with her, she never showed any suspicion of you of deleting her history.<br/><br/>
It sounds odd, but without being able to confirm anything, and no mention from her, you found yourself thinking maybe what you saw wasn't real. It was only now - with the pressure of the Keaton situation making you rethink your own identity - that you found the courage to take a chance believing again that it was true. That belief helped you feel like you could tell $gf the truth, though you did so in a hushed voice.<br/><br/>
First, you told her about how the panties thing had escalated to you receiving more demands from Keaton, though you kept what those exactly were vague. You explained how he had a crew running things inside here, and you couldn't tell who was loyal to him, including Grenton staff. She was horrified to hear you were being treated like this.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"What? I thought this place was supposed to stop things like that! Isn't there something I can do? I could... I could put in a complaint!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No, please don't! Like I said, I still don't know this place well enough to truly trust anyone. Anything you say to the officers might make things worse."<br/><br/>
Her facial expression slowly fell to sadness, you could tell she felt powerless to help you. You hated to see her like this. It wasn't your intention to upset her, but this difficult talk had to happen now or never. The hardest part was next...<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "$gf... this is... well, there's something important I need to tell you... it's... it's about how I've been feeling recently... well, maybe a while, actually."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"What is it? $name, look at me... you know you can talk to me about anything, don't you?"<br/><br/>
You swallowed uncomfortably, struggling to get your confession out of your throat. She was trying to hold eye contact with you but yours kept dodging her. The long pause began to cause her worry.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"You're making me a little nervous. Is it really that bad?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... uh..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"$name, come on. It's me."<br/><br/>
The words just couldn't come. The best you could do was the confessional equivalent of dipping your toes in the sea to test the waters.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... I'm pretty sure that... well, I think I may be bi-curious... or something. It's hard to say..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh! Oh... um.. OK."<br/><br/>
She sat up in startlement, which instantly filled you with the uncomfortable feeling that you had fucked up your relationship, but soon after blurted out a bemused laugh.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm so-'."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Ha ha, is that it? By the way you were talking I thought you wanted to break up with me!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What!? No! God, no!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Wait, were you really worried that would change anything between us? Ha ha, oh, you silly boy! No wait... sorry, I'm being insensitive. I just thought you'd know that wouldn't bother me! Ah, babe! I'm proud of you. That you feel able to open up and be real with me."<br/><br/>
You couldn't help your eyes from going teary, as the feeling of relief washed over you. She was the first person you had told about your feelings, but not only that, the most important person in your life. Her acceptance meant the world to you. She could tell it had been difficult for you, and her eyes welled up too.<br/><br/>
Without being able to hug, you just held each other's hands tightly, until one of you burst into a laugh through the tears, acknowledging how melodramatic you both must look right now. An officer came over, but maybe after seeing you both in an emotionally intimate moment, he informed you that your visitation time could be extended today, using the excuse of 'a lower than usual amount of visitors today'. You and $gf were thankful for the kind gesture, as each of you slowly found the words to talk again.<br/><br/>
After some gentle ribbing about how you both had things you didn't know each other, suddenly something popped into $gf's mind.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Hey, wait a minute - why did you mention the stuff about that Keaton guy before your announcement? Seems odd that it lead to you saying that."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Well... wow... I'm struggling again to say this..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh, come on! I can't believe you're still worried... what did I just say? I'm here for you."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Alright, yes... OK... it's not like I like every man I see or anything... it's like..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Mostly straight but with a little curiosity?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I really don't know! It's more like... I only feel that way under certain conditions, you know?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Um... no, I'm not sure what you mean."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I mean... I wouldn't really want anything to do with guys usually... but, if I dressed up... into a feminine outfit then I..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"OH... MY..."<br/><br/>
$gf suddenly clasped her mouth, a reflex to hold in her excitement. She blushed a light shade of red, then leaned in closely and whispered.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh my God! Only when dressed? Are... are you a sissy?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Um... I... I think I might be? Well I kinda know... I think... ah fuck, it's too hard to explain! Even I don't really get it..."<br/><br/>
Her face filled with happiness, and she made a weird kind of squeeing noise. Suddenly her manner changed to intensively serious, with a heavily enthusiastic undercurrent; it was the way someone talks when they're trying to bury their hysterical joy in order to not seem too intense.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"$name! Please don't be embarrassed. I need to tell you... I find sissies... well, how do I say this? I like them. I really, REALLY like them!"<br/><br/>
Your suspicion was right after all, she really did have a history of... appreciating sissies. This was going so much better than you had hoped, but there was still something to clear up.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm... I'm so happy to hear that $gf. But, what do you think of the idea that you're boyfriend is one?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Wow, you know... I'm not sure. I've kind of always enjoyed some pretty wild... erotic media. I mean, there's lots of different things I enjoy, but I seem to have a serious thing for porn that blurs the line between femininity and masculinity. I don't know why but I just love watching sissies getting fucked! Anything with a feminine guy getting fucked by a proper man, oh... it's just so fucking hot!"<br/><br/>
You were able to fake an expression of joyful delight, all to hide the fact you were actually quite aware of that.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm really glad you've heard of them, and seem to like them but, being in a relationship with a sissy... that would be a little different than enjoying porn with sissies in, right?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Yeah, I get it. To be honest, I'd be lying if I said I could for sure. This is tough to say because I really don't know! Sissy stuff was just something I watched sometimes when I was horny, I've never thought about actually dating one though. I didn't even know sissies could like women! But... I'd like to keep an open mind"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You're amazing, you know that? I know this must be a lot to take in all at once."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"No, it's fine! I'm honestly so happy we've talked about this. It makes me regret we didn't discuss what we like in more depth before you were locked in here."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm opening my mind too - this is new territory for me as well. But... want to explore it together?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"One hundred percent! And $name... even if this doesn't go where we want it... no matter what happens, I want to support you."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "And I do for you too. Me being a sissy doesn't need to change everything!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Of course... yeah, you're right. We'll see how much anyway, he he."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Thank you, seriously. I feel so lucky to have you in my life. I love you."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I love you too."<br/><br/>
The time had come for your visitation to truly end. The officer came over and you both quickly said your goodbyes before he escorted you away from the table. As you and $gf walked in opposite directions, something suddenly struck you. Both of you realized, the relevance of Keaton to your conversation still hadn't been explained! You both turned back to each other quickly, your minds in sync to yell what you each just remembered.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"HEY, YOU FORGOT TO-"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I KNOW! I'LL RING YOU!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer: </span>"Quit yer yelling, NOW! Geez, didn't I give you two enough time already?"<br/><br/>
The annoyed officer pulled you away, but nothing could ruin your day after being so accepted by $gf today. A warm feeling washed over you as you went back to the main area with a smile.<br/><br/>
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After a deep inhale to calm yourself down, you thought on your life with $gf before Grenton, hoping to come up with some hint as to how she would react to what you were about to say.<br/><br/>
There was one thing that stuck out to you the most, how she absolutely adored drag queens! She was always watching shows like Ru Paul's Drag Race, and had even gone to live performances. While a drag queen was entirely different to what a sissy was, it gave you optimism that she wouldn't outright hate you for... well, at least your crossdressing. You still needed to be careful how you broke the more sexual parts of your sissy desires to her.<br/><br/>
You questioned yourself what she liked most about them in particular. She was was always laughing while watching the show, but it wasn't just entertainment. You could recall her commenting frequently on the fashion and makeup choices, and would gush about looks she liked best. She herself loved clothing and dolling up, always looking for an excuse to go on nights out; not so much for the socializing as just having an opportunity to wear something nice.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ZGfEvent2ExtraDrag.jpg" alt="picture of drag queen" class="storyImage">It was all coming back to you now. You remembered she was always supportive of LGBT+ causes, which to some extent you'd fall under as a sissy. The more you thought on it, the more you felt positive about being open with her.<br/><br/>
Still, none of this meant she'd understand what you meant by being a sissy, nor want to be the boyfriend of one... especially one who was going exploring their identity because of a group of strangers in this place!<br/><br/>
Nothing about waiting until now was ideal, but with the Keaton situation making you rethink your own identity, you had to find the courage to say something today. It had to be done now... just get it over with and hope for the best. You began to tell $gf the truth, though you did it in a hushed voice.<br/><br/>
First, you told her about how the panties thing had escalated to you receiving more demands from Keaton, though you kept what those exactly were vague. You explained how he had a crew running things inside here, and you couldn't tell who was loyal to him, including Grenton staff. She was horrified to hear you were being treated like this.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"What? I thought this place was supposed to stop things like that! Isn't there something I can do? I could... I could put in a complaint!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No, please don't! Like I said, I still don't know this place well enough to truly trust anyone. Anything you say to the officers might make things worse."<br/><br/>
Her facial expression slowly fell to sadness, you could tell she felt powerless to help you. You hated to see her like this. It wasn't your intention to upset her, but this difficult talk had to happen now or never. The hardest part was next...<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "$gf... this is... well, there's something important I need to tell you... it's... it's about how I've been feeling recently... well, maybe a while, actually."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"What is it? $name, look at me... you know you can talk to me about anything, don't you?"<br/><br/>
You swallowed uncomfortably, struggling to get your confession out of your throat. She was trying to hold eye contact with you but yours kept dodging her. The long pause began to cause her worry.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"You're making me a little nervous. Is it really that bad?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... uh..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"$name, come on. It's me."<br/><br/>
The words just couldn't come. The best you could do was the confessional equivalent of dipping your toes in the sea to test the waters.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... I'm pretty sure that... well, I think I may be bi-curious... or something. It's hard to say..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh! Oh... um.. OK."<br/><br/>
She sat up in startlement, which instantly filled you with the uncomfortable feeling that you had fucked up your relationship, but soon after blurted out a bemused laugh.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm so-'."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Ha ha, is that it? By the way you were talking I thought you wanted to break up with me!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What!? No! God, no!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Wait, were you really worried that would change anything between us? Ha ha, oh, you silly boy! No wait... sorry, I'm being insensitive. I just thought you'd know that wouldn't bother me! Ah, babe! I'm proud of you. That you feel able to open up and be real with me."<br/><br/>
You couldn't help your eyes from going teary, as the feeling of relief washed over you. She was the first person you had told about your feelings, but not only that, the most important person in your life. Her acceptance meant the world to you. She could tell it had been difficult for you, and her eyes welled up too.<br/><br/>
Without being able to hug, you just held each other's hands tightly, until one of you burst into a laugh through the tears, acknowledging how melodramatic you both must look right now. An officer came over, but maybe after seeing you both in an emotionally intimate moment, he informed you that your visitation time could be extended today, using the excuse of 'a lower than usual amount of visitors today'. You and $gf were thankful for the kind gesture, as each of you slowly found the words to talk again.<br/><br/>
After some gentle ribbing about how you both had things you didn't know each other, suddenly something popped into $gf's mind.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Hey, wait a minute - why did you mention the stuff about that Keaton guy before your announcement? Seems odd that it lead to you saying that."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Well... wow... I'm struggling again to say this..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh, come on! I can't believe you're still worried... what did I just say? I'm here for you."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Alright, yes... OK... it's not like I like every man I see or anything... it's like..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Mostly straight but with a little curiosity?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I really don't know! It's more like... I only feel that way under certain conditions, you know?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Um... no, I'm not sure what you mean."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I mean... I wouldn't really want anything to do with guys usually... but, if I dressed up into a feminine outfit, then I..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"You... you're a drag queen?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... I've enjoyed crossdressing, now and then..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"What!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "It's only rarely I've done it, I just-"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"$name! How have you never told me this? All those times watching Drag Race and you've never even hinted!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You know, even today... it can be hard for some guys to admit. Just because a girl can appreciate a drag queen doesn't mean they appreciate their boyfriend dressing like one!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh! I wish you had said something instead of bottling up inside! I would of loved to of done your makeup. I actually considered doing just a little to you while sleeping once, but I thought you'd get upset... if only I had known!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "*Phew* It's actually quite a relief that you're not disgusted by me or anything."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Of course not! Gosh, I mean, it's unexpected sure, but... there's nothing wrong with that. I've seen so many online articles say lots of men do it. Oh wait... you've never worn my clothes have you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No! I've got all my own - just a small collection. Though I have been tempted to try that red satin dress you have... you know, the one with the red slit."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh my God, $name! All those compliments you gave me in it. There was me thinking you were admiring me, but you just wanted to try it on, didn't you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Hey now! Can't both be true?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Well now... wow, this is kind of a shock. I don't mean that in a bad way, but it's just... what made you mention this now? You're bi-curious, maybe. You want to dress like a woman, sometimes? Is this how this Grenton place works? Is it part of some kind of therapy course?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "It's not anything the center itself has done to me. It's just with time to think in here and <em>other</em> things going on, it's given me a chance to reflect on myself. But I need to ask you something first. Does this effect us at all? Are you OK with a boyfriend... like me."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh, $name... I don't think any less of you for being bi or a crossdresser. I guess my concern is... you've been stuck in Grenton, with a bunch of men only, and that's when you choose to tell me this! Do you see what I mean?"<br/><br/>
You sighed. It did seem very suspicious to do it now. Things had gone well up until this point, but you still had more to tell her.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "OK... I'm a little worried how you'll react to this... oh fuck..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"What... what is it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "The demands I mentioned of Keaton's... to be more specific... they..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh no... where is this going?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Just wait, please. They want me to do a show for them... dressed up. I know... it sounds bad... well, it is bad! But I just think with my history of dressing, and the fact that it could keep them from making life difficult for me in here... I was thinking I should do it. Just do it and get it over with. But... I don't want to let you down. I know this sounds crazy, but that's why I felt the need to tell you."<br/><br/>
She was silent, she truly didn't know what to say. She looked at the table, you could tell her mind was racing. You reached for her hand but she moved it back to herself as you were about to touch.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"$name... this is..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I've fucked things up haven't I? Fuck!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I, I don't want you to think that this means I don't accept you... I don't want you to feel bad for being who you are. I'm totally OK that you're bi; that you like dressing up. It's just... this is a step beyond that."<br/><br/>
You looked down at the table sorrily.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I just... it sounds like... they want to make you... I honestly don't know how to say this any any other way... $name, it sounds like they want to make you their bitch?"<br/><br/>
The words stung you, not just because you could feel your partnership disintegrating, but because she was absolutely right. You had been purposefully vague, but you knew deep down that was the truth. There was a reason Keaton picked you, and you had no proof this would end when you did it. Bitch may have been too harsh, but could you truly rule out the possibility?<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm just... I don't know. This opportunity came up and I felt like... I felt like I should go for it... to explore those things I've felt deep inside. $gf I swear, I would of waited until I got out here to tell you this, but I'm in a weird situation... I had to tell you this today, I just had too."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I understand... I do. It's just... oh, I don't want to say it."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Then don't. Please let me make this right."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"$name, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry to do this here, but... I don't think this will work between us. I have to be honest. It's not about your sexuality, or even your desire to explore it... but to do it like this? Being bi, being a crossdresser... that doesn't mean you just... let guys use you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No... no, $gf..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I can't. I'm sorry."<br/><br/>
You both sat there, emotionally devastated by today's events. Neither of you were happy things had come to this. As hard as it was, you managed to hold back the tears watering your eyes, a futile attempt to show $gf you could still be some kind of man. Finally she broke the silence.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"...$name, you've been there for me when I really needed you. After my previous relationships, you helped me recover from the rock bottom of my life. I will <em>always</em> be thankful that you were my boyfriend."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"I... I love you... I know I've let you down but-"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I love you too. But... I can't be your girlfriend anymore. Your crime... and now this. It's just... it's too much! I'm sorry."<br/><br/>
So here it was. You couldn't have your cake and eat it too. The feeling was sickening. You tried to think of anything you could say, but you knew there was no words that could change her mind.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"But... you were there for me... You supported me... and, I want to be there to support you."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"W-what?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I'm saying... I still want to be part of your life. But it's going to have to be as friends, OK?"<br/><br/>
The tears were unstoppable now; you lost all semblance of pride. You sniffed heavily before you could finally speak.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Yes. Yes... I think I'd like that."<br/><br/>
She began to tear up too, but smiled warmly and placed her hand back on yours. That small gesture meant so much. This wasn't how you hoped things would be, but maybe it was for the best. For both of you.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"I... wish things had been different."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Me too... but you know, I'm excited to have someone in my life I can dress up!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"You... you'd help with that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Of course! I said I'd support you, didn't I?"<br/><br/>
With a new reality setting in for you both, the mood lightened up a little, and you both turned to the positives. She was excited by picturing how cute a girl you'd make, especially admiring how well suited your face would be for certain makeup styles.<br/><br/>
You could at least be happy that you didn't have to hide your feelings anymore. You could explore the sissy cravings you had deep inside guilt free; and now with a girl's help! You both started making jokes about how crazy these revelations had been, even starting to see a funny side to them, despite how painful it was for you. After a long, deep conversation, it was finally time to go.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I better be off. Don't forget $name, despite how things went today, I'm still going to be there for you. You can still call me."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"$gf... thank you."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"That's alright. Just please be careful, alright? Even you have to admit your decision making has been all over the place recently. Oh and uh, if I do come across you secret stash of clothes... I'll keep them safe. Don't worry about your things being thrown out, he he!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Oh yeah, if you do find them..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Yes?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Uh... you probably don't want to look at them... they're... some very risqué pieces of clothing."<br/><br/>
The last little confession made her burst out laughing, which you couldn't help but join in with.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"You know what $name, you were never boring. When you get out of here I think we'll have a lot of fun!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Really?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Not what you're probably thinking! I mean, like, a girl's night out."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Ah. Well, let's see how things go. I'm still new to this, but... that sounds fun."<br/><br/>
You both smiled one last time. Visitation was truly over. She said goodbye politely, before you were escorted back to the main area. Today hadn't been the outcome you wanted, but at least she was still part of your life in some way. It was time to recover from this, and get ready again for what was ahead.<br/><br/>
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<<elseif $cGfEvent2Visit is 'cuckGf'>>
After a deep inhale to calm yourself down, you thought on your life with $gf before Grenton, hoping to come up with some hint as to how she would react to what you were about to say.<br/><br/>
Nothing obvious stood out to you, or at least nothing that would give you any comfort she might accept you for what you wanted to tell her. If anything it was the opposite. You remembered a time when you had to shave your body hair off for a medical scan, it was only parts of your chest and legs that needed it, but you decided to use it as an excuse to shave all over so you could crossdress later with a smooth body.<br/><br/>
It was a rare opportunity for you to do so after dating $gf for a while. You felt sure you could get away with it; if she asked you would just say it was because you preferred not to have patchy areas of removed hair. Having such a chance was so exciting, but the thrill was extinguished by $gf's reaction when she actually saw you.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Ew, $name! What the fuck!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What this? It's for my scan."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"So you shaved ALL of your legs? You look ridiculous."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I just didn't want it to be patchy. I prefer it to look uniform. It'll grow back, what's the big deal?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Because your legs look like a girl's, that's why! What if someone saw you like that? I don't want anyone seeing my boyfriend like this!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Alright, alright! I'll keep them covered up until they grow back."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"You better! Wow, I really just don't get you sometimes..."<br/><br/>
This memory may not seem like much, but it was part of a larger pattern. $gf wasn't subtle that she didn't like any sign of femininity in men, whether they were her boyfriend or not. She'd change the channel when Drag Shows were on TV and always comment on how men needed to be manly. You weren't $gf's usual type, and she often made that very clear.<br/><br/>
You had met her after she had a string of bad relationships that left her miserable, and for her, you were a breath of fresh air. You could make her laugh like nobody else, and helped build up her self-esteem at a time she needed it most. Just being with her made you happy. For you, she was the best company you had in your life; beautiful, funny, and always encouraging you to be better, even after you were caught for your crime. You got on so well it felt like each of you were dating a best friend.<br/><br/>
Despite how things went for a while though, it was obvious you didn't match her expectations of what a boyfriend should be. She wanted you to work out and put on muscle, wear manly clothes, grow a beard. These were all things you were reluctant to do, or in the beard's case couldn't even do if you tried!<br/><br/>
At one point you decided to try and become the best version of a man you could for her, yet you just couldn't summon the willpower to do so. That deep secret inside of you, that recurring urge to act on your sissy desires, would always stop you. Putting on muscle, being hairy, all these were counter to those desires. You just couldn't let go of them, even for $gf.<br/><br/>
It was with a heavy heart, you realized this conversation wouldn't end well. In fact, you expected it would be the end of your relationship. Part of you couldn't help but think this may be for the best, but you still loved her, and didn't want things to end like this. There was only one option if you wanted to keep $gf in your life, and that was to not tell her.<br/><br/>
You felt terrible, but if you could just hide it for now, maybe you could figure out how to deal with this. What if your stay in Grenton and doing Keaton's even got these feelings out your system for good? Then you could go back to a normal life with $gf, or even better, you could finally be the man she truly wanted. You panicked as you backed out of your confession...<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "It's the... the food in here!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"What!? Are they not feeding you? What's going on in there?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "They are, but it's... some of it is just barely edible!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"$name, I don't understand, what does that have to do with the panties?"<br/><br/>
You really hadn't thought through any of this, had you? In your desperation you told part of the truth.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Some guys in here, they seem to be running the place. They were trying to mess with me in here... through the food."<br/><br/>
A look of horror was on her face as she heard of your mistreatment.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"What! People inside running things? I thought this Grenton place was supposed to stop things like that! Isn't there something I can do? I could... I could put in a complaint!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No, please! Like I said, I still don't know the place well enough to truly trust anyone. Anything you say to the officers might make things worse."<br/><br/>
Her face slowly fell in sadness, dampened by her powerlessness to help you. You hated seeing her like this, but knew it was better than the sharing the whole truth. Just imagine if you told her what their true demands were. That you were going to give in to them. That you actually <em>wanted</em> to!<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "$gf... everything will be, OK? I'm just new here, that's all, that's why they're trying to mess with me. I can hold my own. I'll get in with them, make the right friends, things will be fine."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I don't like this, $name! I don't like the thought of you being screwed with by others. Didn't I tell you before, you need to be harder! I told you that you needed to put some muscle on!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I know you did! Look, I'll get through this - don't worry about me. This is just a temporary setback, you'll see."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Well, alright then. I can't say this doesn't seriously worry me though!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I didn't mean to babe, promise. I love you."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"... love you too."<br/><br/>
You took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. You felt bad that you were holding things back from her, but you were just doing what you felt you had to do to get by in here, and hopefully still be her boyfriend by the end of it.<br/><br/>
It was then that an officer arrived to take you back. After quickly saying your goodbyes, he escorted you away. It hadn't been a great result, but at least you were still in a relationship with her. While she had left feeling worried about you, you were the one far more uncertain about the future.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room]]
<<else>>
Something wrong, cGfEvent2Extra
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $cGfEvent2PhoneGfRangYou is 1>>
As you followed the officer, you couldn't help but smile. You were so thankful she had called you - things had gotten so hectic you had could of easily forgotten the follow up call you needed with her. Right now, you really needed to explain the Keaton situation and how it related to your coming out to her.<br/><br/>
Despite nobody else being around the phone area, having such a conversation made you feel vulnerable. You kept your voice quiet for the entire chat.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Hello, $gf? It's me."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"$name, hi! I just felt I had to check up on you... you know, after all we talked about last time."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
With this call to $gf, you needed to finally explain the Keaton situation and how it related to your coming out to her. Despite nobody else being around the phone area, having such a conversation made you feel vulnerable. You kept your voice quiet for the entire chat.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Hello?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "$gf, it's me."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"$name, hi!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Are you... OK? Especially after everything I said..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Of course! I thought that was clear? Nothing's changed between us... well..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Well?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Well, if anything the idea of having a sissy boyfriend is growing me - oh, sorry - or should I say girlfriend?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh, that's good to hear! Um, boyfriend is fine - for now, at least."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"After our talk I came across a sissy forum while I tried to learn more. I'm really surprised at how deep this kind of thing goes! It seems it can be really intense for some people."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Yeah, it is intense. And it's complex to even make sense of sometimes. What makes it even more complicated is that each person can have very different ideas of what it actually means to be a sissy."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Hmm, that's interesting; I'm going to need to keep that in mind! Well, the kind of sissies I've read about most seem to be obsessed with getting completely railed by guys, like, they don't even get to cum, just get completely fucked... is um... is that the kind you are?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Woah! Hey, this is still new to me... I've barely done anything in reality."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh, sorry! I'm just trying to understand more... not only about sissies, but you as well!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You've got nothing to be sorry for! Honestly, your enthusiasm is really helping me come to terms with this. Just remember, I'm still discovering myself too. The furthest I've ever gone was dressing up all femme and slutty. That's around the point where I start getting really horny, and feel an need to go further... where I have urges to try having sex dressed like that... urges like... sucking a man's cock. But that feeling always went away entirely when I'm no longer turned on. In fact, it makes me feel ashamed."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh, baby..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "That's why being a sissy, for me... it's so difficult. I still can't tell if I truly want this or not! One minute it seems like I honestly do, but afterwards I just crash hard so hard... both emotionally and physically."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"But, you're obviously feeling a need to try it, you wouldn't of said so otherwise?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I am feeling that, yeah. And believe me, it really helps to know you seem into it too. I think I could of kept burying those desires for your sake if you didn't like the idea, but being as lucky as I am to be with someone as understanding as you... I'm hoping it's OK I explore those desires a bit?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh, you're so cute like this! I feel lucky too, most guys could never be this open. Although I guess most guys aren't sissies!"<br/><br/>
She laughed playfully down the phone. As much as you wanted to say so much, you needed to get to the point.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Listen $gf, there's not much time. I need to tell you why I mentioned Keaton..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh yeah, I was wondering about that!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Like I said, he gave me some demands in here. Well, it was basically to dress up in a bra and panties for an event he's having. It was hard to tell if they're just hazing me or not. I felt like I could either fight it, or accept it, and well... being a sissy, I thought the best thing to do may be just to do it."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh... wow, $name! I mean, the idea of you being a sissy is really hot, but isn't that dangerous? And this is all so sudden - I've only just learned about this part of you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I don't think it involves sex or anything! It sounds more like... just being some kind of tease for the men while I'm dressed? I don't know for sure, I just thought... it could be the first step in this sissy journey. It's not ideal, but considering the situation I'm in, it'll keep those guys happy. Plus, I don't know what they'll do if I refuse."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I understand, I'm just worried. I mean, you're stuck inside there..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... I think I'll be OK."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"No, what I mean is, you mentioned you don't have sissy thoughts when you're not horny... I'm just worried if maybe fantasy is carrying me away too. Last night, I watched a sissy getting absolutely pounded and don't get me wrong, it was so fucking hot! But when I was done, well... I'm still a woman who wants a man, you know? It's just... and sorry to say this but I owe it to you to be honest here... it's hard to imagine what a relationship with a guy who's been so utterly dominated like that would be like."<br/><br/>
You kind of understood; this journey wasn't just about you. She had needs too, and could a sissy really take care of them? You both were unsure where this all would go in reality, but you tried to reassure her anyway.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... understand. $gf, the way I feel right now is like... I have two personas, the boyfriend I am to you, your man, and well, the urges I have to be a feminine, sissy slut. I don't know how other to explain it. It almost feels like being two different people."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"No, I kinda of get get that."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "So what I'm hoping is... you can see me as your boyfriend still? Not only a sissy, but as your partner... as your love? But occasionally I can indulge my sissy side too?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I... I want us to try that. I want to make this work for both of us, I just wanted you to know as hot as this sounds, sometimes I feel doubts too."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I totally understand. And sorry, this is so new for both of us. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable about any of it. That said, the Keaton situation... can I do it, or would it be crossing a line?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"It's... not ideal like you said. But if it protects you in there, and it gives you a first step into your sissy life... I think it's OK."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Thank you. I don't want to lose you, you know? I know I'm asking a lot, to accept me as a sissy, and now this!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Listen - I might not 100% know how I feel about all this yet, but... I think I want you to give it your best shot. Like really go for it!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Seriously?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"You're already going to be out there dressed for those men, aren't you? So why not... go with the flow. If they push you, why not oblige them? Take the next sissy step you've always wanted..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "D-don't you think that could be a bit much this soon?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"It... is a lot. But don't think I won't be asking more of you in the future. You'll owe me to help make a few of my dreams come true too. he he!"<br/><br/>
<span class="bondHeader gfBondHeader">LOVE DEEPENED WITH $gf</span>
<span class="bond gfBond">
Being so honest and raw with $gf has lead your relationship to a whole new level that excites you both...
<span class="bondPerkHeader gfBondPerkHeader">Bond Perk:</span> <span class="bondPerk">Free pass</span>
</span>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You'll certainly deserve that!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"If anything, all this talk makes me realize I need to get way deeper into understanding sissy stuff! This new side to us could start moving pretty fast!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "There's something about this Grenton place! I didn't want to move this quick, but it makes me feel like I need to!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"You be careful, babe. I know doing this may be best for you, but being a sissy in there... that's still making yourself very vulnerable."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'll do the best I can... oh fuck! $gf, the timer's running out! I need to go, I love you so much!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Byeeee! Love you too. Behave yourself out there, my little si-"<br/><br/>
The line cut off suddenly. With more time there would of been so much more to say, but you were thankful enough to have told her everything you needed to. Now you could do Keaton's event as a sissy while being open and honest with $gf. The implications for your relationship could be hard to navigate, but for now you were happy enough with how things appeared to be going.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room][$cGfEvent2Complete = 1; $gfBondLevel to 2; $rangGf = 1; $daysSinceCalledGf = 0; $openGfFollowUpCall = 2; $phoneCallNotification = 'unknown']]
<</nobr>>You've completed the game on the Straight Route!
This is a short path through the game, and is one of the only endings finished in the game right now. There's no more content for it planned.
To be honest I wasn't expecting many players to go down this path, but I wanted to offer this option to anyone really straight who somehow came across this game. You must be really straight. Or very curious... you know, in a gamer type 'try every route' way. I didn't mean to imply anything else.
Wait a second... perhaps you were just too good at getting out of the situation? Wait... did you mean to go down this path, or are you just too good a gamer?
Either way congrats!
The other paths through the game will have more content but... I'm not sure they'll appeal to you... hmm... I guess you could restart the game and try? If you fancied it of course.
And I may as well throw it out there... you can support the game's development on Patreon. Like I said, there's no more content coming for the path you went down but I may as well mention it while you're here.
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Also, feedback is very much welcome. There's a link if you scroll down the menu on the left hand side. You can also message me on twitter: (<a href="https://twitter.com/midnoblu" target="_blank">@MidnoBlu</a>). It would be very helpful to know if anyone actually did go down this path. :)
Sincerely, thank you for playing the game.
- Midno
p.s (You can restart the game on the left hand side. You may need to scroll down.)<<nobr>>
You checked your piece of note paper. The sheet is tiny, so there's not much room to record on. It made sense to only summarize the bare essentials on it, and cross out anything that was later irrelevant. This way you could try to figure out the best plan of action.<br/><br/>
Here's what you've noted so far...<br/><br/>
<<if $storyState is 6>>
<<if $seekMichaelAdvice is 'yes'>>
I should speak to Michael, maybe he can recommend what to do.<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $seekMichaelAdvice is 'no'>>
As Michael said, Dean should be in the workshop on Tuesdays and Saturdays.<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $rangGf is 0>>
Maybe I should call $gf.<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerStartType is 'straight'>>
<<if $deanAdvised is 1>>
Khan is in the library sometimes.<br/>
Dean told me about a helpful item I can buy at the commissary if I bring $5 and ask for Raymond.<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $gotRaymond is 1>>
I've bought the Raymond substance. Apparently it will help me. I'll try using it at Keaton's event.<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $khanAdvised is 1>>
Khan can get some of the men to back down from fighting me if I bring $30 and go to the commisary.<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>I've paid the $30 to the commisary to complete my deal with Khan. It should make any fight at Keaton's event easier.<br/><</if>>
<<if $deanAdvised is 1 and $khanAdvised is 1 and $andersonAdvised is 0>>
I've found Dean and Khan, surely Anderson is around here somewhere? My best guess is he would be the rec room sometimes.<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $andersonAdvised is 1>>
<<if $andersonStraightDeal is 1 and $andersonStraightTrusted is 1>>I gave photos to Anderson in exchange for help. He said he'll come to me just before Keaton's event starts.<br/><</if>>
<<if $andersonStraightDeal is 1 and $andersonStraightTrusted is 0>>I gave photos to Anderson but it soon became clear he wasn't trustworthy.<br/><</if>>
<<if $andersonStraightDeal is 0>>Anderson wanted to make a deal with me but I didn't do it.<br/><</if>>
<</if>>
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'sissy' or $playerStartType is 'sissybf'>>
<<if $deanAdvised is 1>>
Khan is in the library sometimes.<br/>
Glute excerises might help me.<br/>
The library has 'adult' books that might help me.<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $khanAdvised is 1>>
Khan said I can buy something sexy to wear if I have $30 and go to the commisary.<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>I bought a sexy red satin lingerie set, from the commisary.<br/><</if>>
<<if $deanAdvised is 1 and $khanAdvised is 1 and $andersonAdvised is 0>>
I've found Dean and Khan, surely Anderson is around here somewhere? My best guess is he would be the rec room sometimes.<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $andersonAdvised is 1>>
<<if $andersonSissyDeal is 1>>I gave photos to Anderson in exchange for a grooming kit.<br/>
I can use the private shower to get smooth.<br/>
I should get myself smooth from now on, especially before Keaton's event.<br/><</if>>
<<if $andersonSissyDeal is 0>>Anderson wanted to make a deal with me but I didn't do it.<br/><</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $gfType is 'open'>>$gf is not just OK, but excited that I'm a sissy!<br/><</if>>
<<if $gfType is 'mentor'>>$gf and I are no longer dating, but she'll still support me!<br/><</if>>
<<if $gfType is 'cuck'>>I haven't told $gf what is happening to me, but I know she'd be upset by what I'm about to do.<br/><</if>>
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'closeted'>>
<<if $deanAdvised is 1>>
Khan is in the library sometimes.<br/>
Reading the library books might help me, especially ones that inspire courage.<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $khanAdvised is 1>>
Khan has set up something to help me if I have $30 and go to the commisary.<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $uglyUnderwearPicked is 1>>I've bought an ugly bra and panties set, from the commisary, to wear at Keaton's event.<br/><</if>>
<<if $sexyUnderwearPicked is 1>>I've bought a sexy bra and panties set, from the commisary, to wear at Keaton's event.<br/><</if>>
<<if $deanAdvised is 1 and $khanAdvised is 1 and $andersonAdvised is 0>>
I've found Dean and Khan, surely Anderson is around here somewhere? My best guess is he would be the rec room sometimes.<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $andersonAdvised is 1>>
<<if $andersonClosetedDeal is 1>>I gave photos to Anderson in exchange for a grooming kit.<br/>
I can use the grooming kit in theprivate shower to get smooth. Anderson says this would help to not cause trouble at Keaton's event.<br/><</if>>
<<if $andersonClosetedDeal is 0>>Anderson wanted to make a deal with me but I didn't do it.<br/><</if>>
<</if>>
<<elseif $playerStartType is 'dom'>>
<<if $deanAdvised is 1>>
Khan is in the library sometimes.<br/>
Perhaps reading some books now and then may help me.<br/>
<<if $cafeSissyDominated is 0>>There may be new people in the cafeteria.<br/><</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $cafeSissyDominated is 1>>I've met Charlie, who I can visit via the Officer's room.<br/><</if>>
<<if $charlieConvinced is 1>>Charlie will perform at Keaton's event instead of me.<br/><</if>>
<<if $khanAdvised is 1>>
Khan said I can get something helpful if I go to the commisary, with $30 and have someone who will do Keaton's event in my place.<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>I have a sexy set of lingerie with a matching makeup set for Charlie. I can give to her at Keaton's event.<br/><</if>>
<<if $deanAdvised is 1 and $khanAdvised is 1 and $andersonAdvised is 0>>
I've found Dean and Khan, surely Anderson is around here somewhere? My best guess is he would be the rec room sometimes.<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $andersonAdvised is 1>>
<<if $andersonDomDeal is 1>>
<<if $andersonDomTrusted is 1>>
I gave photos to Anderson in exchange for help. He'll provide it just before Keaton's event starts.<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $andersonDomTrusted is 0>>
I didn't trust Anderson.<br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $andersonDomDeal is 0>>
Anderson wanted to make a deal with me but I didn't do it.<br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<else>>
Something wrong. GameState is 6. Notes panel.
<</if>>
<</if>>
<br/>
<div class="centerLinks">[[Finish checking notes|Room]]</div>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<img src="images/locations/showers2.jpg" alt="private shower" class="storyImage"><br/>
You took advantage of the privacy here. Without the aid of pornography you'd have to use your imagination... a difficult task after years of access to the internet.<br/><br/>
In such a circumstance, masturbation almost becomes medical, like ejecting some kind of toxin from yourself. Your mind tried to conjure arousing thoughts, but they're too mixed up with the stresses of being in here. You just about manage to get hard and cum as soon as you can.<br/><br/>
<<if $libido is 'Excruciating'>>
Satiating your horniness was a great relief - you felt completely re-energized to be rid of it! Not only that, the shower left you feeling satisfyingly clean. You were in the perfect state to get on with your day.<br/><br/>
<div class="centerLinks">[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room][$libido = 'Normal'; $libidoLevel = 0; $ap = 2]]</div>
<<else>>
It's certainly wasn't one of your finest orgasms, but you at least felt relieved. Not only that, the shower left you feeling satisfyingly clean. You were in a good state to get on with your day.<br/><br/>
<div class="centerLinks">[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room][$libido = 'Normal'; $libidoLevel = 0]]</div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $playerSexDream is 'timeWithGf'>>
Small, feminine hands plucked your shirt buttons undone. The sweet flowery scent of her perfume invited you to come closer, and you couldn't resist kissing at $gf's neck as she undressed you further. You grabbed at her wrists to stop her for a moment, admiring the innocently girlish pale pink color she had painted her nails. As her hands hung helplessly in yours though, you knew she wanted to be treated as anything but innocent. With a sudden, deliberate pull, you hiked up her skirt.<br/><br/>
She exhaled a short, loud breath as you placed a hand firmly under the garment and onto her underwear. The material slipped gently under your fingers as you felt her, it's satin fabric would of been cool to touch, if not for the heat coming from $gf's body underneath. She looked at you deeply with wide open eyes...<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Yes... like that..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I want to see more... show me what you're wearing..."<br/><br/>
The hand feeling her up didn't leave it's place. She shuffled to take her top off, squirming with pleasure as you applied pressure on her at just the right moment. All she was left wearing was her bra, panties, and a mess of a skirt.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Fuck me... fuck me now, $name..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ah, ah - if you want to request something, you need to ask nicely..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Please! Just fuck me!"<br/><br/>
You moved your hands to her ass and lifted her. She jumped up as you did to wrap her legs around your body, before you dropped her onto the bed. In excitement, she twisted round the skirt, searching to undo it's zip.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No... leave it on. I want you like that..."<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cxdreamTimeWithGf.jpg" alt="your girlfriend looking sexy as she lies on her back on bed" class="storyImage storyImageBigger"><br/>
A seduced look appeared on her face. She leaned onto her back, her legs up in the air, ready to be placed over your shoulders. You pulled her closer to you, right next to your hard cock. She closed her eyes in anticipation of pleasure, completely ready for you to enter her.<br/><br/>
As this fantasy played in your mind, the temptation to touch yourself rose. It was so easy to clearly imagine something when it had been based on a real memory like this, but you knew if you carried on you'd be unable to resist at least rubbing yourself. Risking making Michael uncomfortable was the last thing you needed right now.<br/><br/>
At least using all that mental energy had actually helped tire you. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, and fell into deep sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<<elseif $playerSexDream is 'hotWomen'>>
Rather than focusing on some memory, what you really wanted was to actually visualize a hot woman. You tried to imagine one in your mind's eye. It was harder to do than you expected. Frustratedly you scrunched your eyes in attempt to finally summon an image... anything at all...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Imagine a pornstar looking slutty"|Xdream][$playerSexDream = 'hotWomen2'; $playerImaginedHotWoman = 'pornstar']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Imagine " + $gf|Xdream][$playerSexDream = 'hotWomen2'; $playerImaginedHotWoman = 'gf']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerSexDream is 'hotWomen2'>>
<<if $playerImaginedHotWoman is 'gf'>>
Truly seeing an image was hard, but eventually you managed by focusing on $gf. A glimpse based mostly from a sexy memory of how she looked.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cxdreamImagineGf.jpg" alt="your girlfriend looking sexy" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
She had such a fine ass, especially when a pair of mesh panties were hugging tightly to it. You didn't need to try too hard to conjure an outfit for her, she almost always wore the hottest things.<br/><br/>
The fantasy vision made the temptation to touch yourself rise. It was so easy to clearly imagine her now, but you knew if you carried on you'd be unable to resist at least rubbing yourself. Risking making Michael uncomfortable was the last thing you needed right now.<br/><br/>
At least using all that mental energy had actually helped tire you. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, and fell into deep sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<<elseif $playerImaginedHotWoman is 'pornstar'>>
Imagining pornstars came to you easier than anything else, something common to those who indulged copiously in viewing porn. You could see those hot girls so clearly you could almost reach out to touch them.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cxdreamImaginePGirl1.jpg" alt="hot sexy woman" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
Years of watching erotic videos and still you never tired of it. You could only imagine how it would feel to watch it again when you left here.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cxdreamImaginePGirl2.jpg" alt="another hot sexy woman" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
All those outfits, all those different women; anything you felt in the mood for, porn provided. How could anyone not love it?<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cxdreamImaginePGirl3.jpg" alt="yet another hot sexy woman" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
The fantasy visions made the temptation to touch yourself rise. It was becoming almost to easy to clearly imagine hot girls now, but you knew if you carried on you'd be unable to resist at least rubbing yourself. Risking making Michael uncomfortable was the last thing you needed right now.<br/><br/>
At least using all that mental energy had actually helped tire you. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, and fell into deep sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<<else>>
Something wrong. playerImaginedHotWoman.
<</if>>
<<elseif $playerSexDream is 'loseVirginityFantasy'>>
Your mind took you to a familiar place - a fantasy you've visited in your thoughts so many times. As if being a sissy wasn't enough, you had another part of you that you preferred to keep secret. You were a virgin.<br/><br/>
Despite living with $gf, the two of you had never been physically intimate. If anyone asked about your relationship, you'd tell them a half-truth about why you weren't having sex. $gf had been through a lot in her previous relationships, and you wanted to give her space. The full truth of it though was that you knew full well of your sissy urges. After never having sex with any woman, let alone $gf, the thought that your desires may make it impossible to preform with her scared you.<br/><br/>
It didn't seem to matter to her. You were the exact type of person she needed as she recovered her self-esteem again, and it's not as if you didn't enjoy each others company outside of sex. Perhaps part of yourself deluded yourself into thinking with enough time your relationship would be sexual someday... but your overbearing urges prevented you from trying.<br/><br/>
When watching porn, you didn't want to fuck the girl, you wanted to be her. You wanted to wear the femme, slutty clothes she did; feel the stockings stretch on your knees as you kneeled to serve cock. These fantasies distressed you at first, made you feel like there was something wrong with you, but even if you rejected them, they would come back, over and over again. Each time you watched porn or just imagined some sexy scenario, your mind put you in the girl's place. That fantasy only heightened more when you dressed as a woman.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cxdreamVirginFantasy.jpg" alt="a woman you want to be being fucked" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
As thrilled as you were to wear a full set of lingerie, a wig, heels and makeup, you could help but feel it wasn't enough. It was something you simply couldn't deny. You had to serve cock. You had to try it. You needed to.<br/><br/>
For years, you had held back the urge as best you could. The plan was to lose your virginity to a girl first, and then maybe, just maybe, you'd explore these sissy cravings. By promising yourself to do this, it oddly relieved you of some of the shame. Maybe you'd actually follow through on your desires, but at least a <em>man</em> wouldn't take you first.<br/><br/>
And yet, losing your virginity never happened, did it? And now the need to be a sissy has only grown stronger, stirred within you to be almost impossible to ignore.<br/><br/>
Would it really be so wrong? To give in, and finally be fucked exactly how you've so deeply desired? To be pinned down by a man, down on all fours, just like the pornstars you so want to be... so want to be used like. Why pretend you wouldn't enjoy your purity to be taken while you grip your hands into the bed and hold on for dear life, pumped hard and mercilessly by a horny man.<br/><br/>
You were becoming aroused just thinking about it; the temptation to touch yourself became rose just thinking your filthiest fantasy coming true. You had to stop else you wouldn't be able to resist touching yourself. Risking making Michael uncomfortable was the last thing you needed right now.<br/><br/>
At least using all that mental energy had actually helped tire you. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, and fell into deep sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<<elseif $playerSexDream is 'pictureYourselfAsAWoman'>>
Your mind took you to an all too familiar pattern of thought. How many times had you imagined getting to be the woman? By now it must of been hundreds, at least.<br/><br/>
It would often come into your mind, especially when watching porn. You didn't want to fuck the girls you watched, you wanted to be then. You wanted to wear the slutty clothes they did, feel the stocking fabric stretch over your knees as you kneeled to serve cock. These fantasies distressed you at first, made you feel there was something wrong with you, but they came back, over and over again. Each time you watched porn or imagined some sexy scenario, your mind put you in the girl's place. That fantasy was heightened even more when you dressed as a woman.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cxdreamVirginFantasy.jpg" alt="a woman you want to be being fucked" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
As thrilled as you were when you wore a full set of lingerie on, your wig, heels and makeup, you could help but feel it wasn't enough. It was something you simply couldn't deny. You had to serve cock. You needed to. For years, you had held back the urge as best you could. But why? Why was it so important to hold it back?<br/><br/>
<<if $playerVirgin is 'unknown' or $playerVirgin is 'yes'>>
<div class="choice">[["Because I'm a virgin... but I want to lose mine to a woman first."|Xdream][$playerSexDream = 'pictureYourselfAsAWoman2'; $playerResistSissyUrgeReason = 'virgin'; $playerVirgin = 'yes']]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[["Because it's gay. I don't find men attractive, despite my urges."|Xdream][$playerSexDream = 'pictureYourselfAsAWoman2'; $playerResistSissyUrgeReason = 'itsGay']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Because of social pressure. It was easier to deny it than admit I'm a sissy and find men attractive."|Xdream][$playerSexDream = 'pictureYourselfAsAWoman2'; $playerResistSissyUrgeReason = 'socialPressure']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerSexDream is 'pictureYourselfAsAWoman2'>>
<<if $playerResistSissyUrgeReason is 'virgin'>>
As if being a sissy wasn't enough, you had another secret. You were a virgin.<br/><br/>
Despite living with $gf, the two of you had never been physically intimate. If anyone asked about your relationship, you'd tell them a half-truth about why you weren't having sex. $gf had been through a lot in her previous relationships, and you wanted to give her space. The full truth of it though was that you knew full well of your sissy urges. After never having sex with any woman, let alone $gf, the thought that your desires may make it impossible to preform with her scared you.<br/><br/>
It didn't seem to matter to her. You were the exact type of person she needed as she recovered her self-esteem again, and it's not as if you didn't enjoy each others company outside of sex. Perhaps part of yourself deluded yourself into thinking with enough time your relationship would be sexual someday... but your overbearing urges prevented you from trying.<br/><br/>
Virginity... for some, it can be such a big deal. Could it of played a role in you so enthusiastically choosing to become a sissy now?<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I wanted to have sex with women... it just never happened."|Xdream][$playerSexDream = 'virgin2'; $playerVirgin = 'yes'; $playerOrientation = 'straightButSissy']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Maybe it never happened... because I'm attracted to men..."|Xdream][$playerSexDream = 'virgin2'; $playerVirgin = 'yes'; $playerOrientation = 'gay']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerResistSissyUrgeReason is 'itsGay'>>
It was confusing enough trying to understand your sissy cravings, especially because the urge it came with such complicated feelings. You had never wanted to date a man, you didn't even find them attractive, yet the need to serve cock was still there. The conflict between these two things felt impossible to reconcile within you. You did your best to ignore it, but there was only so long before the desire came back again.<br/><br/>
That's why you dated $gf. Despite your sissy desires, it was women you were attracted to, at least romantically. When your horniness passed, it was only women you wanted to be with that way. It was brutally frustrating for you that your romantic and sexual desires weren't aligned. Part of you wished you were gay, so you could finally feel your inner needs at peace with one another.<br/><br/>
As a sissy, you couldn't deny you wanted to suck cock, you couldn't protest that you wanted to be fucked by one, so how could you not be gay? You found yourself questioning yourself.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I don't think I'm gay... but I've never had sex with a woman."|Xdream][$playerSexDream = 'itsGay2'; $playerVirgin = 'yes'; $playerOrientation = 'straightButSissy']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I've had sex with women... but some of my fantasies involve cock?"|Xdream][$playerSexDream = 'itsGay2'; $playerVirgin = 'no'; $playerOrientation = 'straightButSissy']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerResistSissyUrgeReason is 'socialPressure'>>
As if being a sissy wasn't enough to deal with, for years now you had conflicting questions about your sexuality. One thing you knew for sure is that when your sissy fantasies took hold, you were attracted to men.<br/><br/>
It was hard to make sense of because you enjoyed dating $gf so much. Your time with her had been like dating your best friend, but with these urges inside, you just couldn't find a sense of inner peace.<br/><br/>
Maybe that's why you finally took the chance to explore them when Keaton presented it to you. You could compartmentalize Grenton away from the rest of your life as a 'regular persona', away from the pressure of expectations from those who knew you. A different life; one where you confront this once and for all. One where you could be honest with yourself, even if it risked total humiliation. At last, you might find some kind of answer to the conflicting desires within you.<br/><br/>
Honesty with yourself... that would be key to figuring yourself out.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["When it comes to sex... I only see myself with guys..."|Xdream][$playerSexDream = 'socialPressure2'; $playerVirgin = 'yes'; $playerOrientation = 'gay']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I don't think I'm gay... but I've never had sex with a woman."|Xdream][$playerSexDream = 'socialPressure2'; $playerVirgin = 'yes'; $playerOrientation = 'straightButSissy']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I've had sex with women... but some of my fantasies involve cock?"|Xdream][$playerSexDream = 'socialPressure2'; $playerVirgin = 'no'; $playerOrientation = 'straightButSissy']]</div><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong: pictureYourselfAsAWoman2.
<</if>>
<<elseif $playerSexDream is 'virgin2'>>
<<if $playerOrientation is 'gay'>>
As if being a sissy wasn't enough, you had kept another secret. All you sexual desires were about men. You couldn't even picture yourself fucking a woman.<br/><br/>
Living with $gf made it easy to keep up appearances, but you had never felt like you were using her. You genuinely enjoyed her company, and she yours, but you knew deep down you could never please her sexually - and that was to say nothing of your own needs.<br/><br/>
You inability to accept your sexuality had surely lead you to where you are now. No wonder you were all too happy to go along with Keaton's event when the chance came up. Grenton is a opportunity for you to stop resisting yourself. To no longer live a life a sexless existence just because you're not straight.<br/><br/>
Could you imagine it... finally losing your virginity? It could happen in any manner of ways, but you always saw yourself dressed as slut when you did. Would it be rough, or caring? Over in a few minutes, or an entire evening? Would you kiss, touch and feel your way around your first cock, or would your mouth simply open wide and take a hard thrusting dick down it until you gasped for air.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cxdreamTheGirlTheyWant.jpg" alt="An image of the type of girl you think the Grenton men want you to become" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
For a sissy like you, maybe you'd be happiest most of all letting the man decide how he treats you. Letting him lead the way. Letting his fingers glide over your fishnet stockings, or tear them apart. Obeying his desires. Positioning yourself to be fucked exactly how he likes.<br/><br/>
Would he even allow you to touch yourself? Such thoughts were arousing but you had to stop before you got carried away! Risking making Michael uncomfortable was the last thing you needed right now.<br/><br/>
At least using all that mental energy had actually helped tire you. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, and fell into deep sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<<elseif $playerOrientation is 'straightButSissy'>>
There are all kinds of reasons why some people don't lose their virginity, but for you it had simply never happened. However you felt about it in your regular life, you couldn't deny the fuel it was for your sissy side. Wasn't it obvious? A sissy like you isn't meant to be with girls. Women know you're not man enough. They can sense it.<br/><br/>
Virginity only made the idea you were born to be a sissy more powerful, which in turn made finding the self-esteem to feel worthy of a woman even harder. This brutal cycle only made it more difficult to fulfil losing it.<br/><br/>
You loved women. Their smell, their femininity. The clothes they would wear, the pretty makeup. You were drawn to them like any straight man was... but you were also a sissy. You wanted to dress up too. To look like them. Could a guy with desires like that really be worthy of a girl like $gf?<br/><br/>
It was this inner conflict that made you unable to even make a move on $gf. She had never tried to initiate sex with you, and you just went along with it. You thought maybe after giving her space, something might happen. She had obviously has sex with her ex-partners, even sharing a few stories about them with you, but she never gave any inclination she was ready to have sex with you, and you didn't bring it up either.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cStraightEndingC3.jpg" alt="girlfriend getting fucked" class="storyImage storyImageBigger"><br/>
If she had shown any sign of wanting you that way, you would of tore her clothes off the first chance you got. Scooped your hands under her panties and lifted her onto your bed, teased her as you opened her legs as she lay on her back, her eyes closed in pleasurable anticipation of you entering her. You wouldn't struggle to get hard at all, no sissy urge would stop that, you told yourself. You'd kiss her... feel her... fuck her. You'd finally lose your virginity. You'd finally be a <em>real</em> man.<br/><br/>
A comforting dream... but that's all it was. The reality is you're a sissy, and you're in the exact right place to accept it. Women may never want you, but a man will.<br/><br/>
The flurry of deep thoughts had tired you. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, and fell into deep sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<<else>>
Something wrong: virgin2.
<</if>>
<<elseif $playerSexDream is 'itsGay2'>>
<<if $playerVirgin is 'yes'>>
As if being a sissy wasn't enough, you had another secret. You were a virgin.<br/><br/>
Despite living with $gf, the two of you had never been physically intimate. If anyone asked about your relationship, you'd tell them a half-truth about why you weren't having sex. $gf had been through a lot in her previous relationships, and you wanted to give her space. The full truth of it though was that you knew full well of your sissy urges. After never having sex with any woman, let alone $gf, the anxiety you had about your lack of experience with women made you too nervous to even try making a move on her.<br/><br/>
The absence of sex didn't seem to matter to her. You were the exact type of person she needed as she recovered her self-esteem again, and it's not as if you didn't enjoy each others company outside of sex. Perhaps part of yourself deluded yourself into thinking with enough time your relationship would be sexual someday... but your overbearing urges prevented you from trying.<br/><br/>
You had no doubts you loved women. Their smell, their femininity. The clothes they would wear, the pretty makeup. You were drawn to them like any straight man was... but you were also a sissy. You wanted to dress up too. To look like them. Could a guy with desires like that really be worthy of a girl like $gf?<br/><br/>
All these inner conflicts made you unable to suggest the prospect of sex to $gf. She had never tried to initiate sex with you, and you just went along with it. You thought maybe after giving her space, something might happen. She had obviously has sex with her ex-partners, even sharing a few stories about them with you, but she never gave any inclination she was ready to have sex with you.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cStraightEndingC3.jpg" alt="girlfriend getting fucked" class="storyImage storyImageBigger"><br/>
If she had shown any sign of wanting you that way, you would of tore her clothes off the first chance you got. Scooped your hands under her panties and lifted her onto your bed, teased her as you opened her legs as she lay on her back, her eyes closed in pleasurable anticipation of you entering her. You wouldn't struggle to get hard at all, no sissy urge would stop that, you told yourself. You'd kiss her... feel her... fuck her. You'd finally lose your virginity. You'd finally be a <em>real</em> man.<br/><br/>
A comforting dream... but that's all it was. The reality is you're a sissy, and you're in the exact right place to accept it. Women may never want you, but a man will.<br/><br/>
The flurry of deep thoughts had tired you. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, and fell into deep sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<<elseif $playerVirgin is 'no'>>
Understanding your sissy urges was difficult to get your head around, but one thing was for sure: despite having fantasies about them, you enjoyed sex with women. That was a fact.<br/><br/>
You had been intimate with $gf plenty of times - a woman as fine as her was near irresistible! And not to brag, but you'd had some fun with a few girls before her too. No, if you're not straight then what are you? Surely knowing yourself truly shouldn't be so hard?<br/><br/>
It was the urges you had when you were alone and aroused that confused you most of all. When watching porn, you didn't want to fuck the girl, you wanted to be her. You wanted to wear the femme, slutty clothes she did; feel the stockings stretch on your knees as you kneeled to serve cock. These fantasies distressed you at first, made you feel like there was something wrong with you, but even if you rejected them, they would come back, over and over again. Even when relying on imagination alone, your mind put you in the girl's place. The few times you got to crossdress made you want to make such fantasies reality, but afterwards, any such ambitions were gone...<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ZbadGfMemory_Xdream.jpg" alt="you girlfriend in lingerie" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
The conflict within you was so frustrating. How could you want to be a sissy, do what a sissy does, and yet not find men attractive? You had already decided you were going to do this. Perhaps if you successfully pushed yourself further, you could find an answer to such questions that had perplexed you for so long.<br/><br/>
All this soul-searching had fully tired you. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, and fell into deep sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<<else>>
Something wrong: gay2.
<</if>>
<<elseif $playerSexDream is 'socialPressure2'>>
<<if $playerOrientation is 'gay'>>
As if being a sissy wasn't enough, you had kept another secret. All you sexual desires were about men. You couldn't even picture yourself fucking a woman.<br/><br/>
Up until now, you had been the kind of person to cave into social pressure. It was easier to go about your life pretending you were straight than admit you were different.<br/><br/>
Living with $gf made it easy to keep up appearances. The two of you had never been intimate. If anyone asked about your relationship, you'd tell them a half-truth about why you weren't having sex. $gf had been through a lot in her previous relationships, and you wanted to give her space. The full truth of it though was that deep down you knew you weren't attracted to her that way. You had never had sex with any woman, let alone $gf, and due to being closeted, had never had sex with any man either.<br/><br/>
The absence of sex didn't matter to her. You were the exact type of person she needed as she recovered her self-esteem again, and it's not as if you didn't enjoy each others company outside of sex. Perhaps part of you deluded yourself into thinking you might both be able to take your relationship to that level someday... but your needs said otherwise.<br/><br/>
You inability to accept your sexuality had surely played a part in leading you to where you are now. No wonder you were all too happy to go along with Keaton's event. Grenton is a chance for you to stop resisting yourself. To no longer live a life a sexless life just because you're not straight.<br/><br/>
Could you imagine it... finally losing your virginity? It could happen in any manner of ways, but you always saw yourself dressed as slut when you did. Would it be rough, or caring? Over in a few minutes, or an entire evening? Would you kiss, touch and feel your way around your first cock, or would your mouth simply open wide and take a hard thrusting dick down it until you gasped for air.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cxdreamTheGirlTheyWant.jpg" alt="An image of the type of girl you think the Grenton men want you to become" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
For a sissy like you, maybe you'd be happiest most of all letting the man decide how he treats you. Letting him lead the way. Letting his fingers glide over your fishnet stockings, or tear them apart. Obeying his desires. Positioning yourself to be fucked exactly how he likes.<br/><br/>
Would he even allow you to touch yourself? Such thoughts were arousing but you had to stop before you got carried away! Risking making Michael uncomfortable was the last thing you needed right now.<br/><br/>
At least using all that mental energy had actually helped tire you. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, and fell into deep sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<<elseif $playerOrientation is 'straightButSissy' and $playerVirgin is 'yes'>>
As if being a sissy wasn't enough, you had another secret. You were a virgin.<br/><br/>
Despite living with $gf, the two of you had never been physically intimate. If anyone asked about your relationship, you'd tell them a half-truth about why you weren't having sex. $gf had been through a lot in her previous relationships, and you wanted to give her space. The full truth of it though was that you knew full well of your sissy urges. After never having sex with any woman, let alone $gf, the anxiety you had about your lack of experience with women made you too nervous to even try making a move on her.<br/><br/>
The absence of sex didn't seem to matter to her. You were the exact type of person she needed as she recovered her self-esteem again, and it's not as if you didn't enjoy each others company outside of sex. Perhaps part of yourself deluded yourself into thinking with enough time your relationship would be sexual someday... but your overbearing urges prevented you from trying.<br/><br/>
You had no doubts you loved women. Their smell, their femininity. The clothes they would wear, the pretty makeup. You were drawn to them like any straight man was... but you were also a sissy. You wanted to dress up too. To look like them. Could a guy with desires like that really be worthy of a girl like $gf?<br/><br/>
All these inner conflicts made you unable to suggest the prospect of sex to $gf. She had never tried to initiate sex with you, and you just went along with it. You thought maybe after giving her space, something might happen. She had obviously has sex with her ex-partners, even sharing a few stories about them with you, but she never gave any inclination she was ready to have sex with you.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cStraightEndingC3.jpg" alt="girlfriend getting fucked" class="storyImage storyImageBigger"><br/>
If she had shown any sign of wanting you that way, you would of tore her clothes off the first chance you got. Scooped your hands under her panties and lifted her onto your bed, teased her as you opened her legs as she lay on her back, her eyes closed in pleasurable anticipation of you entering her. You wouldn't struggle to get hard at all, no sissy urge would stop that, you told yourself. You'd kiss her... feel her... fuck her. You'd finally lose your virginity. You'd finally be a <em>real</em> man.<br/><br/>
A comforting dream... but that's all it was. The reality is you're a sissy, and you're in the exact right place to accept it. Women may never want you, but a man will.<br/><br/>
The flurry of deep thoughts had tired you. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, and fell into deep sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<<elseif $playerOrientation is 'straightButSissy' and $playerVirgin is 'no'>>
Understanding your sissy urges was difficult to get your head around, but one thing was for sure: despite having fantasies about them, you enjoyed sex with women. That was a fact.<br/><br/>
You had been intimate with $gf plenty of times - a woman as fine as her was near irresistible! And not to brag, but you'd had some fun with a few girls before her too. No, if you're not straight then what are you? Surely knowing yourself truly shouldn't be so hard?<br/><br/>
It was the urges you had when you were alone and aroused that confused you most of all. When watching porn, you didn't want to fuck the girl, you wanted to be her. You wanted to wear the femme, slutty clothes she did; feel the stockings stretch on your knees as you kneeled to serve cock. These fantasies distressed you at first, made you feel like there was something wrong with you, but even if you rejected them, they would come back, over and over again. Even when relying on imagination alone, your mind put you in the girl's place. The few times you got to crossdress made you want to make such fantasies reality, but afterwards, any such ambitions were gone...<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ZbadGfMemory_Xdream.jpg" alt="you girlfriend in lingerie" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
The conflict within you was so frustrating. How could you want to be a sissy, do what a sissy does, and yet not find men attractive? You had already decided you were going to do this. Perhaps if you successfully pushed yourself further, you could find an answer to such questions that had perplexed you for so long.<br/><br/>
All this soul-searching had fully tired you. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, and fell into deep sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<<else>>
Something wrong: socialPressure2.
<</if>>
<<elseif $playerSexDream is 'cdSexWithGf'>>
A fantasy stirred within your mind. It wasn't difficult at all to come up with, in fact, it was one you had many times before. A reoccurring desire you just couldn't help yourself dreaming of.<br/><br/>
Small, feminine hands plucked at the strap of your thong; it's tiny strap stung your skin as the elastic snapped back onto your waist. $gf grasped the bottom of your face from behind, holding your head to let her soft whispers feed directly into your ear.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cxdreamTheGirlTheyWant.jpg" alt="An image of the type of girl you think the Grenton men want you to become" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I'm beginning to think you enjoy dressing like a slut a little too much, don't you? You do a much better job of it than me."<br/><br/>
That hand glided down your body, followed by a single finger tracing between the cups of your bra over your flat, smooth chest. You were fully dressed for her, not just lingerie, but wearing a tall pair of leather thigh high boots that just screamed fuck toy. Long hair flowed over your bare shoulder, it's tips brushing lightly over your skin as $gf's moved it to see the look on your face. A startlingly sudden clench gripped the bulge in your panties.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"My boyfriend is such a fucking sissy... and I love it."<br/><br/>
Other than the instinctive whimper you let out when she gripped you, it left you speechless. Even in your own dreams, you both too excited and shocked to respond properly. All you knew was, you were finally be in the position you felt you belonged...<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Get on your knees! And stay right right here."<br/><br/>
It didn't even cross your mind to disobey. The fabric of your fishnet stockings stretched over your legs as you crouched down. The temptation to touch yourself came to be hard to resist, but your instinct knew better. With your hands held behind your back obediently, a mix of eagerness and anxiety came over you. $gf re-entered the room, in the midst of diligently attaching a black harness around her waist. A big purple dildo waggled inches from your face as she made the final adjustments.<br/><br/>
A look of devious pleasure was painted on her face. She twisted her body to check herself out, seemingly thrilled by her new outfit, especially it's attachment. With an authoritative gesture of her finger, she motioned for you to come forward, leaving you little choice but to shuffle helplessly forward on your knees. When you reached her, you were welcomed by a violet purple penis being playfully donked on your face.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Now... which hole first, Miss $name?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Mouth... and imagine she has a real dick."|Xdream][$playerOrientation = 'bi'; $playerSexDream = 'cdSexWithGfRealD']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Mouth... feel the plastic dildo on your tongue."|Xdream][$playerOrientation = 'straightButSissy'; $playerSexDream = 'cdSexWithGfPlasticD']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerSexDream is 'cdSexWithGfRealD'>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh yes! A real dick is what a slut like you needs, ha ha!"<br/><br/>
You could see it in your mind's eye, $gf's body with a long, hard cock gently bouncing from the base of her crotch. The contents of your panties came aroused just knowing you were about to be made to suck it.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cxdreamImagineGfCock.jpg" alt="An image you conjured of your girlfriend with a big hard cock" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
With closed eyes, you leaned in to wrap your lips around it. This was all so new, but you were ready. You felt it go inside your mouth and... couldn't describe it. Quite literally, it was indescribable to you - after all, you had never actually done it in real life!<br/><br/>
Your imagination had done a decent job imagining the more visual parts of this fantasy, but taste... touch... those eluded you. It seemed there were limits to what you could conceive of from desire alone.<br/><br/>
This would be a disappointing climax... couldn't you come up with something?<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Try hard to think of an ending that works for this fantasy. I'm a virgin, I'm good at imagining sex by now..."|Xdream][$playerOrientation = 'bi'; $playerVirgin = 'yes'; $playerSexDream = 'cdSexWithGfRealD2']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Try thinking of a memory where you and " + $gf + " had sex, it might not fit, but at least it could provide some inspiration."|Xdream][$playerOrientation = 'straightButSissy'; $playerVirgin = 'no'; $playerSexDream = 'cdSexWithGfRealD2']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerSexDream is 'cdSexWithGfRealD2'>>
<<if $playerVirgin is 'yes'>>
Suddenly inspiration struck you with how to finish your hot dream...<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Turn around, little sissy! I've decided I don't want your mouth anymore, he he..."<br/><br/>
You shuffled round to position in front of her, apparently too slow for her liking, as she suddenly pulled at your hips to pull you round the rest of the way, before pushing your head to the floor.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Can you believe this is finally happening? I think we both knew I never wanted to fuck you, $name. But when I came home today to discover you secret passion for slutty clothes... well, taking your virginity suddenly appealed to me."<br/><br/>
Your virginity. Real life inspiration always made the best fuel for filthy fantasies.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Be a good girl and pull those panties to the side for me..."<br/><br/>
This is your mind. This is what you desire. Even in your imagination, you're still all too aware of what you truly are. A sissy. A virgin...<br/><br/>
The temptation to touch yourself was beginning to feel irresistible. This wasn't good - risking making Michael anymore uncomfortable was the last thing you needed right now.<br/><br/>
Somehow you summoned the willpower to stop, but $gf was still on your mind. To distract yourself from your fantasy you tried thinking of the realities of your relationship. The completely sexless partnership that it was.<br/><br/>
Despite living with $gf, the two of you had never been physically intimate. If anyone asked about your relationship, you'd tell them a half-truth about why you weren't having sex. $gf had been through a lot in her previous relationships, and you wanted to give her space. The full truth of it though was that you knew full well of your sissy urges. After never having sex with any woman, let alone $gf, the anxiety you had about your lack of experience with women made you too nervous to even try making a move on her.<br/><br/>
The absence of sex didn't seem to matter to her. You were the exact type of person she needed as she recovered her self-esteem again, and it's not as if you didn't enjoy each others company outside of sex. Perhaps part of yourself deluded yourself into thinking with enough time your relationship would be sexual someday... but your overbearing urges prevented you from trying.<br/><br/>
You loved women. Their smell, their femininity. The clothes they would wear, the pretty makeup. You were drawn to them like any straight man was... but you were also a sissy. You wanted to dress up too. To look like them. Could a guy with desires like that really be worthy of a girl like $gf?<br/><br/>
It was this inner conflict that made you unable to even make a move on $gf. She had never tried to initiate sex with you, and you just went along with it. You thought maybe after giving her space, something might happen. She had obviously has sex with her ex-partners, even sharing a few stories about them with you, but she never gave any inclination she was ready to have sex with you, and you didn't bring it up either.<br/><br/>
If she had shown any sign of wanting you that way, you would of tore her clothes off the first chance you got. Scooped your hands under her panties and lifted her onto your bed, teased her as you opened her legs as she lay on her back, her eyes closed in pleasurable anticipation of you entering her. You wouldn't struggle to get hard at all, no sissy urge would stop that, you told yourself. You'd kiss her... feel her... fuck her. You'd finally lose your virginity. You'd finally be a <em>real</em> man.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cStraightEndingC3.jpg" alt="girlfriend getting fucked" class="storyImage storyImageBigger"><br/>
A comforting dream... but that's all it was. The reality is you're a sissy, and you're in the exact right place to accept it. Women may never want you, but a man will.<br/><br/>
This flurry of fantasies followed by such raw introspection had exhausted you. You felt your eyelids grow heavy from exhaustion, and fell into a pleasurable sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<<elseif $playerVirgin is 'no'>>
Life experience made for the best inspiration, though nothing you had done before really matched the theme this dream was going for. All that came to you was a time $gf became very demanding while you were going down on her. Maybe that could work...<br/><br/>
Yes, even as a sissy, you could still go down on her. Kiss her pussy. See your lipstick smudge all over it...<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Mmm... oh... oh, yes... good girl!"<br/><br/>
Her hand pressing your head onto her harder while her thighs constrict around you to lock you in place. You're not stopping until she's finished making use of you.<br/><br/>
The temptation to touch yourself was beginning to feel irresistible. This wasn't good - risking making Michael anymore uncomfortable was the last thing you needed right now.<br/><br/>
Somehow you summoned the willpower to stop, but $gf was still on your mind. To distract yourself from your fantasy you tried thinking of the realities of your relationship. You had a good sex life with her, but had never explored the more potent cravings within you.<br/><br/>
It's what made Keaton's event was so tempting. This new life in Grenton gave you so little to do, how could you possibly ignore your urges when such an opportunity arrived?<br/><br/>
The flurry of fantasies and thoughts had tired you. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, and fell into deep sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<<else>>
Something wrong: cdSexWithGfRealD2.
<</if>>
<<elseif $playerSexDream is 'cdSexWithGfPlasticD'>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Of course you want it there. Go on then sissy, go and suck it!"<br/><br/>
You could see it in your mind, $gf expectant stare, her fingers pinched at the base of her purple strap-on, ready to be guided straight down your throat. The contents of your panties came aroused just knowing you were about to be made to suck it.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cxdreamImagineGfStrapped.jpg" alt="An image you conjured of your girlfriend wearing a purple strap on to use on you" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
With closed eyes, you leaned in to wrap your lips around it. This was all so new, but you were ready. You felt it go into your mouth while $gf laughed gleefully. This was it. This desire was too much to just stay as a fantasy - it was what you truly wanted. What you needed. Why shouldn't you try this in reality? Why deny yourself so?<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I'm a virgin... I haven't even had vanilla sex with " + $gf + ". How could I possibly actually do this?"|Xdream][$playerOrientation = 'straightButSissy'; $playerVirgin = 'yes'; $playerSexDream = 'cdSexWithGfPlasticD2']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I was worried how she'd react, so I never brought it up. Vanilla sex is fine... was fine, I guess."|Xdream][$playerOrientation = 'straightButSissy'; $playerVirgin = 'no'; $playerSexDream = 'cdSexWithGfRealD2']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerSexDream is 'cdSexWithGfPlasticD2'>>
<<if $playerVirgin is 'yes'>>
With that thought you found yourself pulled out of the fantasy, instead dwelling on the actual realities of you partnership with $gf.<br/><br/>
Despite living with $gf, the two of you had never been physically intimate. If anyone asked about your relationship, you'd tell them a half-truth about why you weren't having sex. $gf had been through a lot in her previous relationships, and you wanted to give her space. The full truth of it though was that you knew full well of your sissy urges. After never having sex with any woman, let alone $gf, the anxiety you had about your lack of experience with women made you too nervous to even try making a move on her.<br/><br/>
The absence of sex didn't seem to matter to her. You were the exact type of person she needed as she recovered her self-esteem again, and it's not as if you didn't enjoy each others company outside of sex. Perhaps part of yourself deluded yourself into thinking with enough time your relationship would be sexual someday... but your overbearing urges prevented you from trying.<br/><br/>
You had no doubts you loved women. Their smell, their femininity. The clothes they would wear, the pretty makeup. You were drawn to them like any straight man was... but you were also a sissy. You wanted to dress up too. To look like them. Could a guy with desires like that really be worthy of a girl like $gf?<br/><br/>
All these inner conflicts made you unable to suggest the prospect of sex to $gf. She had never tried to initiate sex with you, and you just went along with it. You thought maybe after giving her space, something might happen. She had obviously has sex with her ex-partners, even sharing a few stories about them with you, but she never gave any inclination she was ready to have sex with you.<br/><br/>
If she had shown any sign of wanting you that way, you would of tore her clothes off the first chance you got. Scooped your hands under her panties and lifted her onto your bed, teased her as you opened her legs as she lay on her back, her eyes closed in pleasurable anticipation of you entering her. You wouldn't struggle to get hard at all, no sissy urge would stop that, you told yourself. You'd kiss her... feel her... fuck her. You'd finally lose your virginity. You'd finally be a <em>real</em> man.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cStraightEndingC3.jpg" alt="girlfriend getting fucked" class="storyImage storyImageBigger"><br/>
A comforting dream... but that's all it was. The reality is you're a sissy, and you're ready to accept that. It's all you dream of. Even in your wildest dreams, you're just $gf's strap-on sucking sissy. You can't deny what you are anymore. $gf may never want you, women may never want you... but a man will.<br/><br/>
The flurry of fantasies and thoughts had tired you. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, and fell into deep sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<<elseif $playerVirgin is 'no'>>
With that thought you found yourself pulled out of the fantasy, instead dwelling on the actual realities of you partnership with $gf.<br/><br/>
This sissy side of you had been hard for you to come to terms with, especially the stigmas attached to it that forced you to question your whole identity. It had been simply too difficult an issue to bring up with $gf. A life without fulfilling your wildest sex fantasies you could just about accept; you hadn't been willing to risk your relationship for them.<br/><br/>
But this new life in Grenton really put you in an environment where your true desires were hard to ignore. After Keaton's instructions for his event, you couldn't help but cave in to what seemed the perfect chance to explore them.<br/><br/>
What were you truly a man? A sissy? What was it you <em>truly</em> wanted? Such questions had gnawed away at you your whole life. Enough was enough; you needed answers.<br/><br/>
The thrill of your fantasy from earlier had faded away as you pondered such thought, and you could feel the deep introspection had tired you. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, and fell into deep sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<<else>>
Something wrong: cdSexWithGfPlasticD2.
<</if>>
<<elseif $playerSexDream is 'closetedLoseVirginityFantasy'>>
As a virgin, you were more than used to imagining what sex was like. Fantasizing about finally losing it was a thrill you had dreamt of countless times.<br/><br/>
Despite living with $gf, the two of you had never been physically intimate. If anyone asked about your relationship, you'd tell them a half-truth about why you weren't having sex. $gf had been through a lot in her previous relationships, and you wanted to give her space. The full truth of it though was that you had never been with any women, let alone $gf. You had never expected to date anyone as hot as $gf, which made you too shy to try anything with her.<br/><br/>
It didn't seem to matter to her. You were the exact type of person she needed as she recovered her self-esteem again, and it's not as if you didn't enjoy each others company outside of sex. Perhaps part of yourself deluded yourself into thinking with enough time your relationship would be sexual someday...<br/><br/>
The shame of never of losing it had gnawed at you for some time, but eventually you got used to it. You told yourself it didn't matter, and maybe even truly believed it.<br/><br/>
Being stick here in Grenton meant you weren't going to lose it anytime soon either. All you could do was get Keaton's event over with and hope your self-esteem didn't take too bad a hit...<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cxdreamTheGirlTheyWant.jpg" alt="An image of the type of girl you think the Grenton men want you to become" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
The thought that you were going to be dressing up for him and his crew crossed your mind every night since you received the note, but tonight a more humiliating notion crossed your mind. It was the fact that these guys were probably going to admire you more than $gf ever had.<br/><br/>
The idea was so bitter you physically winced. How could your mind conjure such a cruel assumption? You need to snap of these thoughts! They're not true - it's just your self-pity talking! You needed to stop thinking so much, being clouded in thoughts like this could become to much to bare. How did you even get to this point, you had wanted to dream about sex!<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Give up on thoughts of being with a woman..."|Xdream][$playerOrientation = 'straightButSissy'; $playerVirgin = 'yes'; $playerSexDream = 'closetedLoseVirginityFantasy2']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Really try to imagine sex for the first time with " + $gf +"."|Xdream][$playerOrientation = 'straight'; $playerVirgin = 'yes'; $playerSexDream = 'closetedLoseVirginityFantasy2']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerSexDream is 'closetedLoseVirginityFantasy2'>>
<<if $playerOrientation is 'straightButSissy'>>
It wasn't going to happen. It was never going to happen. How could any man worthy of $gf be in the situation you've got yourself in? What man would be in the position where they admit a random group of men will find themself more attractive then their own girlfriend!<br/><br/>
You couldn't even fantasize about losing your virginity while in such distress. Even in your own dreams, you weren't worthy. What if your not even straight? You hadn't really thought about guys, but surely something had to explain why you were who you are...<br/><br/>
The inner narrative you were forming felt almost self-destructive, yet you continued to dwell on it well into the night. It was a long time later that you felt your eyelids grow heavy, and fell into sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<<elseif $playerOrientation is 'straight'>>
You visualized a setting in your mind. $gf unbuttoning her work shirt, teasing you with the lacey bra underneath. Finally she wanted you! You'd tear most of her clothes off the first chance you got. Kiss her deeply, feel her fingers grip into your body. She wanted you, she actually wanted you!<br/><br/>
Your hands would scoop under her panties, getting a feel of her ass as you lifted her onto your bed. Laid on her back, she'd tease you by slightly opening her legs, the small gap just begging to be pulled wide apart, making way for you to fuck her. Her eyes would close right then, anticipating the moment you finally entered her.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cStraightEndingC3.jpg" alt="girlfriend getting fucked" class="storyImage storyImageBigger"><br/>
There'd be no struggle to get hard at all, nothing would hold you back from this moment you've always craved. Another kiss, followed by the sweetest whisper, before finally pumping yourself deep inside her. You'd no longer be $name the virgin. You'd be a <em>real</em> man at last.<br/><br/>
You were tired, and that dream, desperate as it may be, was a pleasant one to end on. Your eyelids grew heavy from exhaustion, and you fell into a deep sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<<else>>
Something wrong: closetedLoseVirginityFantasy2 .
<</if>>
<<elseif $playerSexDream is 'badGfMemory'>>
The easiest way to visualize a hot scenario in your mind was to pull one from recent memory. The night before your trial, $gf surprised you. After you had showered, you found her waiting perched at the edge of your bed, dressed in a lingerie set you had never seen her in before. She bit the tip of her finger as she stared at you, eager to enjoy your reaction to the sight of her like this.<br/><br/>
How could you not smile. The outfit alone was thrilling enough, but it was the anticipatory way she knelt on the duvet with an eagerness for you that really made your heart race. Black straps from her garter belt had been tucked under her panties, and as she raised her body to kiss you they stretched, pulling her panties with a space for you to reach your hand into effortlessly. Both of you closed yours eyes as you locked lips; you could feel her bright red lipstick smudge on your face. The contents of her panties were warm and wet.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ZbadGfMemory_Xdream.jpg" alt="you girlfriend in lingerie" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
She suddenly pulled her face back from yours, looking in your eyes with total enamorment. It seemed you would soon be away for a long time, and tonight she wanted all of you. Swiftly she undid your zipper, then slipped her palm inside to rub against your cock. After a short while, her flirtatious expression slowly changed to concern...<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"...$name?"<br/><br/>
You weren't getting hard. As hot as much of that memory with $gf was, it painfully reminded you of something you preferred to forget. The way $gf had dressed up and touched you was unforgettable, but after that initial excitement, you had struggled. Even now you felt ashamed by it; it was one of those moments you would question yourself about, over and over. If you're being honest with yourself, why couldn't you get it up?<br/><br/>
<<if $playerVirgin is 'unknown'>>
<div class="choice">[["Performance anxiety... because I'm a virgin"|Xdream][$playerOrientation = 'straightButSissy'; $playerVirgin = 'yes'; $playerSexDream = 'badGfMemory2']]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[["The only time I couldn't get hard for a woman... it was probably because of stress about the trial."|Xdream][$playerOrientation = 'straightButSissy'; $playerVirgin = 'no'; $playerSexDream = 'badGfMemory2']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerSexDream is 'badGfMemory2'>>
<<if $playerVirgin is 'yes'>>
Despite living with $gf, things had been complicated. The two of you had never truly been intimate. If anyone asked about your relationship, in public you'd tell them a half-truth about why you weren't having sex. $gf had been through a lot in her previous relationships, and you wanted to give her space. Honestly that was true... for a while. To be completely honest, part of the lack of sex was because you were scared. You were still a virgin. It was worrying to you whether you'd be able to perform in bed with $gf; surely you'd only disappoint someone as hot and experienced as her. This kind of self-doubt grew so strongly within you that it was almost crippling.<br/><br/>
The lack of sex mostly didn't matter to her. You were the exact type of person she needed as she recovered her self-esteem again, and it's not as if you didn't enjoy each others company outside of sex. You felt troubled to still be a virgin, but didn't have the heart to tell her your history, nor your fears of intimacy.<br/><br/>
More recently, she had given more obvious signals that she wanted you in that way, but never anything as explicit as that night. You had wanted her too, you truly did, but your mind and body simply weren't in tangent. After apologising to her, you explained it away as stress from the trial, and being the sweet girl she was, was perfectly understanding. You sat on the bed, saddened at your lack of performance, but she came up behind you and embraced you in her arms. You felt her chest cushion against your back; the smooth lace of her bra brushing against you.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"It's OK, $name... I know this situation is really getting to you. I just wanted to give you a nice memory, in case you won't be back for a while."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I wanted to... I really wanted to. God, you look amazing..."<br/><br/>
She pecked you on the cheek.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"So did I, but you know what? It will be better when this is all over. Our first time - with no frustrations to ruin it."<br/><br/>
You sighed as you placed a hand back onto her arm, and rubbed reassuring. You were so lucky to have her, though part of you doubted you deserved her. Feelings of inferiority would often take you in moments like this.<br/><br/>
Look at you, getting so deeply introspective like this. You had wanted to think of sexy things, yet had tired yourself dwelling on personal failings instead. As frustrated as you felt, you could at least feel your eyelids growing heavy. When they fell shut, you drifted into a deep sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<<elseif $playerVirgin is 'no'>>
You and $gf had been intimate many times, but that night it just wasn't going to happen. The strain of the situation on your mental state made sex, even with someone hot as $gf, a difficulty. With a finger and thumb at her chin, you gave her a last kiss, then fell back in exhaustion onto the bed. She crouched up alongside you to spoon.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Not feeling it tonight, baby?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Pffft... this trial... I'm sorry, it's just really getting to me. I want you... I really REALLY do - especially in that outfit! Where were you hiding that one?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I picked it up today. Wanted to give you something special to remember in case you're gone awhile..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "How could I possibly forget a woman like you?"<br/><br/>
In a way, it was nicer than having sex that night. The warmth of your partner's body around yours was the comfort you truly needed. The lace of her bra brushed against your skin as her chest cushioned you. The pair of you spoke soft whispers to each other in the night; quiet words made of confessed fears and honest reassurances. Despite the circumstance, you felt she had your back.<br/><br/>
It was never your intention to think so introspectively tonight. You had wanted to think of sexy thoughts, but dwelling on emotional memories like this wasn't unpleasant. If anything it was oddly soothing. You could feel your eyelids growing heavy, and fell into sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<</if>>
<<elseif $playerSexDream is 'closetedSissyFantasy'>>
In these moments alone with only your thoughts, it was especially hard to escape dwelling on the Keaton situation. Having to dress up for the men in here, put on a show for them... you could hardly imagine it would result in anything good. Where was this all really going?<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cxdreamTheGirlTheyWant2.jpg" alt="An image of the type of girl you think the Grenton men want you to become" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
Clearly they wanted you to look like a slutty girl, but then what? The uncertainty stressed you out, you couldn't stop thinking about what would happen.<br/><br/>
There's obviously more to this than just being presented at a show. Oh fuck, how did you get into this? Will anyone here treat you like a normal guy after this? Will you even be able to see yourself the same way after? The possibilities began to make you fret, but you just couldn't stop such thoughts...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["It's obvious, I just don't want to admit it... they want to turn me into a woman for their pleasure."|Xdream][$playerOrientation = 'bi'; $playerSexDream = 'closetedSissyFantasy2']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["It's probably just another initiation. Some hazing before I join the crew properly."|Xdream][$playerOrientation = 'straightButSissy'; $playerSexDream = 'closetedSissyFantasy2']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerSexDream is 'closetedSissyFantasy2'>>
<<if $playerOrientation is 'bi'>>
Wasn't it plain to see? The loose environment of Grenton was filled with men who had plenty of time on their hands, and no way to fulfil certain pleasures. Would the teasing sight of a femme looking guy be where they draw the line? If you actually looked like a girl surely they'd demand more from you - especially after seeing you were obedient enough to go that far in the first place!<br/><br/>
You already knew you had to placate Keaton's show request, but beyond that, what would you truly do in the moment? All those guys watching you as you parade around in a skimpy outfit; could you really deny them if they dictated more from you?<br/><br/>
<<if $playerVirgin is 'unknown' or $playerVirgin is 'yes'>>
<div class="choice">[["I... I couldn't do more than that! I'm a virgin..."|Xdream][$playerOrientation = 'bi'; $playerVirgin = 'yes'; $playerSexDream = 'closetedSissyFantasy3']]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[["I couldn't do anything. I'm not gay! I only do stuff with women."|Xdream][$playerOrientation = 'straightButSissy'; $playerVirgin = 'no'; $playerSexDream = 'closetedSissyFantasy3']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Think of a de-escalation technique. Something " + $gf + " might do when she wasn't in the mood for sex."|Xdream][$playerOrientation = 'bi'; $playerVirgin = 'no'; $playerSexDream = 'closetedSissyFantasy3']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerOrientation is 'straightButSissy'>>
It's just some strange kind of gang initiation... a really weird one. That's what you told yourself. But even you could feel how unconvincing that sounded.<br/><br/>
Wasn't it plain to see? The loose environment of Grenton was filled with men who had plenty of time on their hands, and no way to fulfill certain pleasures. Would the teasing sight of a femme looking guy be where they draw the line? If you actually looked like a girl surely they'd demand more from you - especially after seeing you were obedient enough to go that far in the first place!<br/><br/>
You already knew you had to placate Keaton's show request, but beyond that, what would you truly do in the moment? All those guys watching you as you parade around in a skimpy outfit; could you really deny them if they dictated more from you?<br/><br/>
<<if $playerVirgin is 'unknown' or $playerVirgin is 'yes'>>
<div class="choice">[["I... I couldn't do more than that! I'm a virgin..."|Xdream][$playerOrientation = 'straightButSissy'; $playerVirgin = 'yes'; $playerSexDream = 'closetedSissyFantasy3']]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[["I couldn't do anything. I'm not gay! I only do stuff with women."|Xdream][$playerOrientation = 'straightButSissy'; $playerVirgin = 'no'; $playerSexDream = 'closetedSissyFantasy3']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Think of a de-escalation technique. Something " + $gf + " might do when she wasn't in the mood for sex."|Xdream][$playerOrientation = 'bi'; $playerVirgin = 'no'; $playerSexDream = 'closetedSissyFantasy3']]</div><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong: closetedLoseVirginityFantasy2 .
<</if>>
<<elseif $playerSexDream is 'closetedSissyFantasy3'>>
<<if $playerVirgin is 'yes'>>
To you, it was a big deal to make sure nothing escalated at Keaton's event, especially because you were still a virgin.<br/><br/>
Despite living with $gf, things had been complicated. The two of you had never truly been intimate. If anyone asked about your relationship, in public you'd tell them a half-truth about why you weren't having sex. $gf had been through a lot in her previous relationships, and you wanted to give her space. Honestly that was true... for a while. To be completely honest, part of the lack of sex was because you were scared. You were still a virgin. It was worrying to you whether you'd be able to perform in bed with $gf; surely you'd only disappoint someone as hot and experienced as her. This kind of self-doubt grew so strongly within you that it was almost crippling.<br/><br/>
It didn't seem to matter to her. You were the exact type of person she needed as she recovered her self-esteem again, and it's not as if you didn't enjoy each others company outside of sex. Perhaps part of yourself deluded yourself into thinking with enough time your relationship would be sexual someday...<br/><br/>
The shame of never of losing it had gnawed at you for some time, but eventually you got used to it. You told yourself it didn't matter, and maybe even truly believed it.<br/><br/>
Being stick here in Grenton meant you weren't going to lose it anytime soon either. All you could do was get Keaton's event over with and hope your self-esteem didn't take too bad a hit...<br/><br/>
If anyone was taking your virginity, it had to be $gf. You didn't want your first experience to be with anyone other than her! All you could do was get Keaton's event over with and hope your self-esteem didn't take too much of a hit...<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cxdreamTheGirlTheyWant.jpg" alt="An image of the type of girl you think the Grenton men want you to become" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
Since receiving the note, deep down you knew full well this really was going to happen; that you were going to dress up for him and his crew. Tonight though, an even more humiliating notion crossed your mind. It was the fact that these guys were probably going to admire you more than $gf ever had.<br/><br/>
The idea was so bitter you physically winced. How could your mind conjure such a cruel assumption? You need to snap of these thoughts! They're not true - it's just your self-pity talking! You needed to stop thinking so much, being clouded in thoughts like this could become to much to bare. How did you even get to this point, you had wanted to dream about something hot!<br/><br/>
The flurry of introspective thoughts had tired you. Your eyelids grew heavy from exhaustion and you fell into sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<<elseif $playerOrientation is 'straightButSissy'>>
The idea of Keaton's men wanting more than just a look at you dressed like a girl wasn't an idea you could stand. You only desired sex with women - that was a fact!<br/><br/>
You had been intimate with $gf plenty of times; a woman as fine as her was irresistible, and not to brag, but you've had fun with a few girls before her too. Guys hadn't crossed your mind in that kind of way. If Keaton's men actually wanted more (which despite your train of thoughts tonight, wasn't a guarantee), you weren't sure how things would go down. You certainly didn't want it.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ZbadGfMemory_Xdream.jpg" alt="you girlfriend in lingerie" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
You rustled awkwardly in your bed, frustrated that instead of thinking of something sexy you were once again distracted by everything happening in Grenton. It was simply impossible to escape such thoughts.<br/><br/>
Such complicated introspection had fully tired you. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, and fell into deep sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<<elseif $playerOrientation is 'bi'>>
<img src="images/scenes/ZbadGfMemory_Xdream.jpg" alt="you girlfriend in lingerie" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
A woman as fine as $gf was irresistible, so it had been necessary for a girl like her to know how to deescalate from having sex when she wasn't in the mood. As someone who had been with $gf plenty of times, you could pick up an example or two from her.<br/><br/>
A quick hand job was the fastest, least intimate way to get stop a horny guy in their tracks, but hopefully things wouldn't come to that; a last resort at best.<br/><br/>
A more effective thing to do was simply not look good. Look tired, unenthusiastic or simply dress unsexy. Even when you were really horny, if $gf was wearing old pyjamas, granny panties, or simply looked rundown, it could be enough to turn you off. The best thing to do was not get anyone hard in the first place. It would be a tough balancing act; somehow doing the bare minimum to obey Keaton's instructions while also looking unappealing.<br/><br/>
Again, why were you thinking this? It probably won't even happen, you're just thinking too much. You rustled awkwardly in your bed, frustrated that instead of fantasizing of something sexy you were once again distracted by everything happening in Grenton. It was simply impossible to escape such thoughts.<br/><br/>
A hand job... are you really at such a low point that you actually just considered giving a guy a hand job?<br/><br/>
Such a flurry of introspective thoughts had fully tired you. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, and fell into deep sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Sleep2]]
<<else>>
Something wrong: closetedLoseVirginityFantasy3 .
<</if>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><div class="centerLinks">
<span class="inputQuestion">What was it that $gf would call you?</span>
<<textbox "$title" "">></div>
<div class="choice">[[Continue|cGfEvent2Extra][$cGfEvent2Visit = 'titled']]</div><br/>
<<nobr>>
PLEASE NOTE: If you're playing an old version of the game, your issue may have already been fixed in a newer version.<br/><br/>
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Hi,<br/><br/>
I'm Midnoblu (Midno), the developer of Ready to Reform. Thanks for checking out the game!<br/><br/>
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<</nobr>><span class="saveWarning">
<img src="images/extras/warningIcon.png" alt="Warning Icon" class="warningIcon">
<span class="saveWarningTitle">SAVE YOUR GAME NOW!</span>
<span class="saveWarningDescription textAlignCenter">This part of the game onwards is still in development.</span>
<span class="saveWarningDescription">While any story content will be near complete, the game will also require gameplay balancing and polish.</span>
<span class="saveWarningDescription">Please keep at least one save file from this point in the game, so that you have a stable point in the game to start from, when this entire next part is finished.</span>
<span class="saveWarningDescription">If you encounter any bugs in future updates, this would be a good point to reload from.</span>
</span>
Welcome back!
The story so far: You were eager to dress up for Keaton's event, but as is the case for many things in life, fantasy and reality don't always come together as well as imagined. The whole event seemed to go well, but everything changed at the end when you accidentally came. From that very moment, an involuntary and overwhelming sense of shame took over you.
Complex emotions are stirring within you. You knew you wanted to indulge your desires, so why did you have this reaction? Keaton offered you a solution: chastity.
Still recovering from a state of shock, you let Jessica escort you away from the event...
[[Continue|SSYRoomIntro][$SSYRoomIntroState = 0]]
<<run $playerHeads.pickUp($playerHead.show())>><<dropall '$playerHead'>>
<<run $playerNecks.pickUp($playerNeck.show())>><<dropall '$playerNeck'>>
<<run $playerWrists.pickUp($playerWrist.show())>><<dropall '$playerWrist'>>A message from the developer:
That's it for now!
You've gone down what I'm calling the 'Going along with things' path (I won't reveal the real name of this path, because I think it would slightly spoil it), and I think the people in Grenton really appreciate you, even if they might have a funny way of showing it!
I hope you're enjoying the choices you've made so far. At the point you are in the game, the story splits into distinct paths.
There will be more to come: story, characters, sexual sitations and more! Plus, gameplay-wise there's lots to add too: the implementation of many clothes and outfit options has barely even begun yet!
Please be patient with me as I add content to complete each path through the game. It will take time to make all of them, but I hope to make it worth it.
If you enjoyed this game and would like to help it develop, please consider supporting it on Patreon:
<a href="https://patreon.com/user?u=86744336&utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=join_link" target="_blank">Click here if you want to support the game.</a>
<a class="noIcon" href="https://www.patreon.com/bePatron?u=86744336" data-patreon-widget-type="become-patron-button" target="_blank"><img src="images/extras/PatreonButtonImg.jpg" alt="PatreonLink" class="storyImage"></a>
Also, feedback is very much welcome. There's a link if you scroll down the menu on the left hand side. You can also message me on twitter: (<a href="https://twitter.com/midnoblu" target="_blank">@MidnoBlu</a>). It's even helpful simply to let me know which path you went down.
If you'd like, you can try out other routes. Maybe you're well-suited to this path to be honest, but who am I to say?
Most of all though, thank you for playing the game.
- Midno
p.s (You can restart the game on the left hand side. You may need to scroll down.)A message from the developer:
That's it for now!
You've gone down the Dom path, and you certainly seem to be showing Grenton who's boss! I hope you're enjoying the choices you've made so far. At the point you are in the game, the story splits into distinct paths.
There will be more to come: story, characters, sexual sitations and more! Plus, gameplay-wise there's lots to add too: the implementation of many clothes and outfit options has barely even begun yet!
Please be patient with me as I add content to complete each path through the game. It will take time to make all of them, but I hope to make it worth it.
If you enjoyed this game and would like to help it develop, please consider supporting it on Patreon:
<a href="https://patreon.com/user?u=86744336&utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=join_link" target="_blank">Click here if you want to support the game.</a>
<a class="noIcon" href="https://www.patreon.com/bePatron?u=86744336" data-patreon-widget-type="become-patron-button" target="_blank"><img src="images/extras/PatreonButtonImg.jpg" alt="PatreonLink" class="storyImage"></a>
Also, feedback is very much welcome. There's a link if you scroll down the menu on the left hand side. You can also message me on twitter: (<a href="https://twitter.com/midnoblu" target="_blank">@MidnoBlu</a>). It's even helpful simply to let me know which path you went down.
If you'd like, you can try out other routes. Unless you're a Switch, I'm not sure there's any other route that could satisfy a Dom like yourself, but who knows, you may be curious.
Most of all though, thank you for playing the game.
- Midno
p.s (You can restart the game on the left hand side. You may need to scroll down.)<<nobr>>
<<if $solitaryState is 'unknown'>>
A thick steel door clacked as it's multiple latches closed behind you. It seemed that for now you were locked strictly away from the rest of Grenton. Despite the situation, you couldn't help noticing that for a solitary confinement space this was far nicer than you expected. It was almost like your room here at Grenton, except better because you had it all to yourself! A nice bed, toilet and area to sit; it would be perfect, if not for the fact you couldn't leave...<br/><br/>
The sun shined brightly through a small window, it's beams illuminating dust specks that floated slowly in the air. Focusing on the gently gliding particles somehow had a calming effect on you, which was much needed after the events earlier.<br/><br/>
Just as the light began to dim, a flap unlocked in the bottom of the door, and a plate was pushed through with some food. Bread rolls, some fruit and water. You were about to yell out to anyone outside the door, but didn't feel up to risking another confrontation right now. Tonight you'd take things easy, recuperate your spirit. You could worry about everything else tomorrow.<br/><br/>
You woke up the next morning later than usual. It seemed there was no roll call for you here! As if that benefit wasn't enough, it appeared that some breakfast foods were waiting for you by the door hatch. You were tempted to tuck in immediately, but you needed to avoid distraction first and end the uncertainty of your present circumstance. With a bunched fist, you banged as hard as you could on the solitary room's door.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "HEY! HEY, ANYBODY? HELLOOO? WHAT'S GOING ON?"<br/><br/>
<span class="intercom">Intercom:</span> "Zpfhphfp..."<br/><br/>
A hiss of white noise suddenly came through from the far corner of the room, somewhere behind you. You turned around in confusion, only now noticing a small speaker where the sound came from.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What is this!?"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cSolitary_telecom.jpg" alt="A picture of a voice intercom" class="storyImage"><span class="intercom">Intercom:</span> "Pfzpfpzp... down $name... just calm down... now once again, can you hear me?"<br/><br/>
A voice was coming through the static... it sounded like a female one!<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Y-yes... who are you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="intercom">Intercom:</span> "Ah, good! I was beginning to worry, it's taken you quite a while to speak up. Hello there! My name is Dr Mifune."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You're a woman?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Uh, yes... that's not a problem is it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No, of course not! I didn't mean anything by it, sorry! It's just... I thought everyone involved in this facility was male."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Well, that is true for the most part, but consider me an exception! Before we should continue $name, I must let you know that I'm a psychologist working here at Grenton, and I supervise in the running of this facility. I want to make it clear to you that all communication between us will remain confidential."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Um... ok?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "You sound surprised?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I just didn't realize we had someone like you here. It was never mentioned..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "We've found that many Grenton inhabitants can handle their personal growth without direct supervision, but that's not always the case. $name, I do not want to make you feel judged, but I feel it's important to make you aware that you are the first inhabitant of this center to cause a violent incident."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What!? No I..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Please, don't feel distressed about it though! What I would really like to do today is help talk through your feelings. It is perfectly understandable for you to feel stressed, especially after the huge life changes you must of experienced recently."<br/><br/>
Once again, there was more to this Grenton place than what initially seemed. Dr Mifune had paused speaking, clearly waiting for you to respond to her offer of help.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[I was threatened! I wasn't the cause of this...|cSolitary][$solitaryState = '1intro']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Sorry, but I don't trust you!|cSolitary][$solitaryState = '2intro']]</div>
<<elseif $solitaryState is '1intro'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "There are multiple reports you started a fight in the recreation room, is that not correct?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Well, yeah... but that was only because of Keaton... and all the... the..."<br/><br/>
Words became a struggle to form, as embarrassment flushed your skin hot.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "$name, I have to warn you that violence is never acceptable here in Grenton! We have to take this very seriously."<br/><br/>
You still felt a little taken back from the revelation that no violence had occurred in Grenton before you came along. It made you feel a little ashamed to be honest. Regardless though, was it not justified considering the situation you found yourself in? You explained to Dr Mifune about the note Keaton left you, which had spurred you into taking action against him, before then resulting in confrontation.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I see... so would it be fair to say you're feeling angry right now, $name?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[After everything that's happened? Yes, of course!|cSolitary][$solitaryState = '1a']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[No, why?|cSolitary][$solitaryState = '1b']]</div>
<<elseif $solitaryState is '1a'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "And where do you think that anger stems from?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Everything this place has put me through... Keaton's initiation process... how could I not be angry?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "$name, do you think there's a reason why Keaton wanted to initiate you like that?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[I really don't know... because he thinks I'm weak, maybe?|cSolitary][$subStat += 1; $solitaryState = '1c']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[I really don't know... because he thinks I'd... make a good girl, maybe?|cSolitary][$pervStat += 1; $solitaryState = '1d']]</div>
<<elseif $solitaryState is '1b'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Well, you turned to violence to try to solve the problem you perceive."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "And who wouldn't? What kind of person would just go along with that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Wouldn't a more pertinent question be, what kind of person would Keaton choose to initiate like that?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Someone he thinks is weak.|cSolitary][$subStat += 1; $solitaryState = '1c']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Someone he thinks would make... a good girl?|cSolitary][$pervStat += 1; $solitaryState = '1d']]</div>
<<elseif $solitaryState is '1c'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "And...do you feel weak?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Would a weak guy pick a fight like that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Maybe, maybe not. However, I do think somebody with a deep sense of insecurity would."<br/><br/>
You didn't respond. It was hard to determine how you truly felt; your defeat from yesterday was still so raw. This really felt like one of the lowest moments in your life. Was this really the time for deep introspection?<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "$name... please keep an open mind to this, but... do you believe it's possible the anger that erupted yesterday could stem from elsewhere?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What does that mean?"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerHistory is "cd">>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "You're a crossdresser, aren't you? Please do not feel judged. Let me remind you I am a professional."<br/><br/>
How did she know that!? You couldn't bring yourself to respond, as a hot, clammy feeling came over you.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "It's perfectly fine behavior $name, there's really no need to be embarrassed by it! I suppose it must seem terribly one-sided for you to feel this kind of exposure, but you know, you're not alone. Actually, I quite enjoy gender role reversal myself... I know it's not got quite the same stigma for women, but for years it was a part of me I felt uncomfortable with too."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "H-how did you know this?"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerTriedPanties is 'yes'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Please keep this confidential. I assume you'll know what I mean when I say that a Grenton inhabitant requested the officers for a room change after taking a dislike to certain behavior of his room mate."<br/><br/>
Yeah, that wasn't hard to figure out what happened. Michael. You really just had to try on those panties, didn't you? How naïve to think you could of gotten away with it.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Do you remember the medical evaluation before your stay here? It was just after your sentence was heard. You did seem sort of... mentally checked out for it."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "My mind turned to fog once the sentence was announced... I remember being taken to the medical but can't recall much of the evaluation itself."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "It probably wouldn't stand out at the time, but we have subtle ways of profiling inhabitants lifestyles, including their likes and dislikes. A person can lie, but their heart-rate can't. Can you at least admit now that you've crossdressed before in the past?"<br/><br/>
It was still difficult to believe that Dr Mifune could pick up your crossdressing habit from your medical, but what would be the point in denying it now? The surface of your cheeks hummed red and hot.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "...Yes."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "So, I just wonder... the source of this anger could be coming from a deep sense of shame?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Only you can say for sure, but it seems you enjoy your crossdressing, and yet at the same time... are ashamed of it? I would imagine having something so personal to your identity being used against you like that must of been quite distressing? Understandably, I think anyone can see how that could of lead to the confrontation that happened."<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[I... don't love crossdressing.|cSolitary][$solitaryState = 'cd1']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[...It was distressing.|cSolitary][$solitaryState = 'cd2']]</div>
<<else>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Could it not be an overcompensation for something?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Like what?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Well... if you don't mind, I'd like to try a mental exercise with you. Try your best to think through this scenario without any sense of shame attached. Tell me, what is the worst thing that could of happened at Keaton's event?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Are you kidding?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "The absolute worst case scenario. Please, go ahead. I hope to understand what it was you feared of happening."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh, I don't know, maybe that a note under my pillow described me as having a slim body that would look good modelling a bra and panties!? Even if it was only for a show and that was it, would I really be able to walk with my head held up around here if I did?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Is it really any worse than some typical college hazing?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Where would it end though? No way... I'd never just accept that!"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "What if I told you most of members of Keaton's gang had already done it..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "And they seem to be fine, don't they?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[It doesn't matter about them... I wouldn't do it!|cSolitary][$solitaryState = 'notCd1Alt']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[So... what should I do about it now?|cSolitary][$solitaryState = 'notCd1']]</div>
<</if>>
<<elseif $solitaryState is '1d'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "How interesting that you inferred that... and how does thinking about that make you feel?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Like... like I was being humiliated! Why would he try to make me do that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Would it be fair to say you felt like your masculinity was threatened?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Of course! Would any self-respecting guy go along with that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I guess I can see your point of view... to a degree. Responding in the aggressive way that you did though... that to me suggests you have a some kind of insecurity regarding yourself, something deep within."<br/><br/>
You didn't respond. It was hard to determine how you truly felt; your defeat from yesterday was still so raw. You felt at your lowest point. Was this really the time for such introspection?<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "$name... please keep an open mind to this, but... do you believe it's possible that the anger that erupted yesterday could stem from elsewhere?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What does that mean?"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerHistory is "cd">>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "You're a crossdresser, aren't you? Please do not feel judged. Let me remind you I am a professional."<br/><br/>
How did she know that!? You couldn't bring yourself to respond, as a hot, clammy feeling came over you.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "It's perfectly fine behavior $name, there's really no need to be embarrassed by it! I suppose it must seem terribly one-sided for you to feel this kind of exposure, but you know, you're not alone. Actually, I quite enjoy gender role reversal myself... I know it's not got quite the same stigma for women, but for years it was a part of me I felt uncomfortable with too."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "H-how did you know this?"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerTriedPanties is 'yes'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Please keep this confidential. I assume you'll know what I mean when I say that a Grenton inhabitant requested the officers for a room change after taking a dislike to certain behavior of his room mate."<br/><br/>
Yeah, that wasn't hard to figure out what happened. Michael. You really just had to try on those panties, didn't you? How naive to think you could of gotten away with it.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Do you remember the medical evaluation before your stay here? It was just after your sentence was heard. You did seem sort of... mentally checked out for it."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "My mind turned to fog once the sentence was announced... I remember being taken to the medical but can't recall much of the evaluation itself."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "It probably wouldn't stand out at the time, but we have subtle ways of profiling inhabitants lifestyles, including their likes and dislikes. A person can lie, but their heart-rate can't. Can you at least admit now that you've crossdressed before in the past?"<br/><br/>
It was still difficult to believe that Dr Mifune could pick up your crossdressing habit from your medical, but what would be the point in denying it now. The surface of your cheeks hummed red and hot.
<span class="p1">You:</span> "...Yes."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "So, I just wonder... the source of this anger could be coming from a deep sense of shame?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Only you can say for sure, but it seems you enjoy your crossdressing, yet at the same time are ashamed of it? I would of thought having something so personal to you being used against you like that must of been quite distressing? Understandably, I think anyone can see how that could of lead to the confrontation that happened."<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[I... don't love crossdressing.|cSolitary][$solitaryState = 'cd1']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[...It was distressing.|cSolitary][$solitaryState = 'cd2']]</div>
<<else>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Could it not be an overcompensation for something?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Like what?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Well... if you don't mind, I'd like to try a mental exercise with you. Try your best to think through this scenario without any sense of shame attached. Tell me, what is the worst thing that could of happened at Keaton's event?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Are you kidding?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "The absolute worst case scenario. Please, go ahead. I hope to understand what it was you feared of happening."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh, I don't know, maybe that a note under my pillow described me as having a slim body that would look good modelling a bra and panties!? Even if it was only for a show and that was it, would I really be able to walk with my head held up around here if I did?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Is it really any worse than some typical college hazing?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Where would it end though? No way... I'd never just accept that!"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "What if I told you most of members of Keaton's gang had already done it..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "And they seem to be fine, don't they?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[It doesn't matter about them... I wouldn't do it!|cSolitary][$solitaryState = 'notCd1Alt']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[So... what should I do?|cSolitary][$solitaryState = 'notCd1']]</div>
<</if>>
<<elseif $solitaryState is 'notCd1'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I think firstly, I want to acknowledge that it can be painful when we feel an intrinsic part of ourselves is being ridiculed, or attacked. It was almost certainly that pain that led to you acting out this way."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I can't believe I'm the only one who's turned to violence in Grenton..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "If you're happy to work with me, we can work together to make sure that never happens again. Would you like that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "...Y-yes please."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "$name, would it be fair to say the note Keaton left for you made you feel your masculinity was being challenged?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I don't know about that... I just felt deep down this isn't something I would do... that I wasn't going to do it. I musn't do it..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Wouldn't that be an insecurity on your part though? You were promised a lot of benefits if you went through with it... just to wear some girls clothes... was that really a big deal?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "It was to me! I didn't now exactly what it would be like..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Ok, that makes some sense. But if you felt a little more secure in yourself, do you think getting to this point could have been avoided?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Knowing what you do now... would you of been willing to do it?"<br/><br/>
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<div class="choice">[[I guess so... yeah.|cSolitary][$solitaryState = 'notCd2']]</div>
<<elseif $solitaryState is 'notCd1Alt'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Is there a reason you feel so strongly about it? I understand it can be painful when we feel an intrinsic part of ourselves is being ridiculed, or attacked. But how you acted is not the way to deal with such things..."<br/><br/>
As annoyed as you were, you couldn't help feel at least a little remorse at your actions.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I can't believe I'm the only one who's turned to violence in Grenton..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "At the very least, would you be willing to work with me to at least help you process your emotions more effectively? Not simply for others, but for you own sake, I believe there is much we can do to make sure nothing like this occurs again for you. Would you like that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "...Pfft. I guess... I'll consider it."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Ok then. Thank you. So $name, would it be fair to say the note Keaton left for you made you feel your masculinity was being challenged?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I don't know about that... I just felt deep down this isn't something I would do... that I wasn't going to do it. I musn't do it..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Wouldn't that be an insecurity on your part though? You were promised a lot of benefits if you went through with it... just to wear some girls clothes... was that really a big deal?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "It was to me! I didn't now exactly what it would be like..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Ok, that makes some sense. But if you felt a little more secure in yourself, do you think getting to this point could have been avoided?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Knowing what you do now... would you of been willing to do it?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Why do you keep focusing on this? No, I wouldn't do it, I'd never do it! THAT'S FINAL!!!|cSolitary][$solitaryState = '999']]<br/><span class="statBonus">An Ending</span></div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[I guess I would... yeah.|cSolitary][$solitaryState = 'notCd2']]</div>
<<elseif $solitaryState is 'notCd2'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Excellent! You're doing really well, $name. An open mind is essential to successful rehabilitation."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I mean, if Keaton's note hadn't been so vague maybe none of this would of happened. It especially helps knowing others have done it."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I'm happy to hear that. I have to tell you $name, I can't sign off your release from solitary until I've proven beyond doubt you are safe to return to freely moving in Grenton."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm genuinely sorry this happened! Perhaps I can apologize directly to some of the guys..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I'm afraid that can't be risked yet, though I propose a different approach. If you could please remain acceptive as you're being now, I'd like to try something to help you become more secure in yourself. This would not only benefit you personally, but show the issues that caused your outburst won't cause a problem again. It would mean any perceived challenges to your masculinity in the future would be like water off a duck's back."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What are you saying exactly?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Well, I can help you take yourself less seriously for a start! But more importantly, help you learn that you don't need to maintain some false idea of who or what you should be."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Um... will that work will it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I believe so. Let me tell you something, $name. The room you are in now is unmonitored! You have total privacy here, there's no video recording inside, just the intercom which is audio only. You and I have doctor patient confidentiality so you can be assured this conversation will remain between us. Do you understand?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Yeah, so?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Well... why not crossdress in there? There wouldn't be any consequences. It would be a private moment for you to see another side of yourself, one that society has wrongly taught you not to be in touch with."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "THAT'S your big idea?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I think if you could deal with it, it would be a clear sign you overcame any issues regarding your pride. That would make it easy for me to sign you off as safe again!"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[If this is all I need to do, fine.|cSolitary][$solitaryState = 'notCd3']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[What!? No! You know what, I'm done talking! Stop this, NOW!!!|cSolitary][$solitaryState = '999']]<br/><span class="statBonus">An Ending</span></div>
<<elseif $solitaryState is 'notCd3'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Wonderful, $name! You're doing especially well. Honestly, at first I was worried you might be unapproachable. I'm really happy you're staying open-minded, but not only that, I think this experience will really benefit the development of yourself as a person."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Well, let's not go too far... I just want to deescalate things."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I understand it's been difficult for you. Would it help to know that I've dabbled in reversal of gender roles myself occasionally? It's obviously not got as much stigma for women, but I just wanted to convey that exploring beyond the bounds society sets on us is actually a perfectly fine thing for us to do."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "...Ok."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Just keep that in mind. And remember, that room is a totally private, safe space for you! Please take some time to digest our talk today. I'll be over in a moment to bring a few items to your room. Once again, be assured neither myself or anybody else will be able to see you. We'll speak again soon."<br/><br/>
The intercom clicked. As you stared down at the floor, you found it difficult to process how things had come to this point. What the hell was going to happen next? Suddenly the room's door flap opened, and a neat cardboard box squeezed through. Whoever pushed it in had finger nails that were painted light blue, and their sleeves were white. That had to be Dr Mifune! Once the box was placed, the person's arms quickly retreated, and you heard the flap door shut and lock tightly.<br/><br/>
With nothing to do, how could you not check the contents of the box? You lifted off the lid slowly, and wondering what kind of clothes Dr Mifune had sent you to wear. Inside was a neatly placed lingerie set, black heels, some lipstick and a wig.<br/><br/>
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<<elseif $solitaryState is 'cd1'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "$name... I can't help support you if you're not willing to trust me. If you don't enjoy crossdressing, why do you do it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I don't know! It's just... messing around! And I certainly didn't think anyone would find out about it..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "So it's something you enjoy only in private?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Didn't I just tell you I don't love crossdressing!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "What I think is that you don't want people to KNOW you enjoy it, which let me reassure you is perfectly fine!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "However, what isn't fine is attacking Grenton inhabitants!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "OK, well I'm sorry about that..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I apologize to inform you $name, but I will not be able to sign off your release from solitary until I can prove you're not a threat to anyone."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I can promise I won't do it again?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I'm afraid that's hard to believe when you obviously had such unstable emotions, seemingly rooted in your unaddressed guilt at being a crossdresser."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What more can I say? I Won't. Do it. Again!"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Can you honestly say Keaton's knowledge of your habit couldn't cause you to lash out again? When you're back in Grenton, the inhabitants will still be aware of that side of you. If anyone was to tease you about it, doesn't that risk another violent incident occurring from you again?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "So is that it? I'm just stuck in here?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "No, not at all! Most of our inhabitants don't require direct professional support for their personal growth, but in your case it would be most beneficial. $name, would you be willing you work with me to help you accept yourself? We live in an increasingly open-minded society, one where differences can not just be accepted but celebrated, but only if we have the courage to do so. How about it?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[H-how would we do this?|cSolitary][$solitaryState = 'cd3']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[NO. FUCKING. WAY.|cSolitary][$solitaryState = 'cd4']]</div>
<<elseif $solitaryState is 'cd2'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "It can be painful when we feel an intrinsic part of ourselves is being ridiculed, or attacked, especially when we spend so much time hiding it from others. But $name, what if the issue here isn't Keaton's challenge to your sense of masculinity? What if it's your own inability to accept that this side of you isn't a secret anymore?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "It's not like it's a big part of my life! I was just... messing around! I have a girlfriend! And I certainly didn't think anyone would find out about it..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Interesting. We should maybe delve into how this effects your relationship later, but for now, let's focus only on how it effects you. Is crossdressing something you enjoy only in private?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "...I guess so, yeah. It... just feels good, that's all. Like I said, it's not THAT big a deal, I just don't like other people knowing about it!"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "That's perfectly fine, of course! But the circumstance you're in means that your secret is out there."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Fuck... I'm well aware..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "And so if you don't learn to accept that part of you now that it's been outted, you risk another violent outburst. Let me be clear $name, I must be able to make sure you don't do anything like that again."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm... genuinely very sorry."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "That's good, it's excellent that you truly feel remorse for your actions. However, I still need to prove beyond doubt you are safe to return to freely moving within Grenton, do you understand?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I can promise I won't do it again!"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "While I believe you, I'm afraid a promise will not be sufficient enough in this case. Any unstable emotions could cause you trouble again. We need to work on the issues rooted in your guilt at being a crossdresser."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I've... admitted I'm a crossdresser, isn't that enough?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Apologies $name, but it isn't."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "So that's it? I'm just stuck in here?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "No, not at all. Most of our inhabitants don't require direct professional support for their personal growth, but in your case it would be very beneficial I think! $name, would you be willing you work with me to help you accept yourself? We live in an increasingly open-minded society. Differences to what's considered normal can not just be accepted but celebrated these days, but that's only if we have the courage to do so. How about it?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[H-how would we do this?|cSolitary][$solitaryState = 'cd3']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[I've had enough of this, this is bullshit!|cSolitary][$solitaryState = 'cd4']]</div>
<<elseif $solitaryState is 'cd3'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "We could start with a gentle approach. Get you used to the idea that crossdressing is perfectly fine behaviour, which it is, and that you no longer need to feel negatively about it."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm... not sure about that..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "That's fine... but please believe me when I say I know how difficult this is for you. You're doing really well keeping an open-mind, can I ask you maintain that openness a little longer?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "...Fine."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Thank you, $name. Please let me explain. The room you are in now is unmonitored and you have total privacy here! There's no video recording inside, just the intercom which is audio only. We have doctor patient confidentiality so you can be assured this conversation will remain between us. Do you understand, $name?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "...Yes."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "So keep that in mind! It's a totally private, safe space for you. You have plenty of time to digest our talk today, but just before I go, I'm going to bring a few items to your room. Once again, please be assured neither myself or anyone else will be able to see you. We'll speak again soon."<br/><br/>
The intercom clicked. As you stared down at the floor, you found it difficult to process how things had come to this point. What the hell would happen next? Suddenly the room's door flap opened, and a neat cardboard box squeezed through. Whoever pushed it in had their finger nails painted light blue, and their sleeves were white. That had to be Dr Mifune! Once the box was placed, the person's arms quickly retreated, and you heard the flap lock shut again.<br/><br/>
With nothing to do, how could you not check the contents of the box? You lifted off the lid slowly, to see a neatly placed lingerie set, black heels, lipstick and a wig.<br/><br/>
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<<elseif $solitaryState is 'cd4'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Very well... but please believe me when I say I know how difficult this is for you."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Just let me out, I'm sick of this!"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "$name... try to calm down if you can. You know you can't re-enter Grenton in a state like this."<br/><br/>
A mix cocktail of anger, confusion and shameful thoughts was stirring within your thoughts. How was this really happening?<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I'm going to suggest we stop for today. However, I can promise you this room is unmonitored. You have total privacy here, there's no video recording inside, just the intercom which is audio only. We have doctor patient confidentiality so you can be assured this conversation will remain between us. Do you understand, $name?"<br/><br/>
You couldn't help feeling some puzzlement as to why she wanted to make that specific detail so clear to you.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "...Yes."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Good. So remember, it's a totally private, safe space for you. Take some time to digest our talk, and let's speak again soon."<br/><br/>
The intercom clicked. As you stared down at the floor, you found it difficult to process how things had come to this point. What the hell would happen next? Suddenly the room's door flap opened, and a neat cardboard box squeezed through. Whoever pushed it in had their finger nails painted light blue, and their sleeves were white. Almost certainly that was Dr Mifune! Once the box was placed, the person's arms quickly retreated, and you heard the flap lock shut again.<br/><br/>
With nothing to do, how could you not check the contents of the box? You lifted off the lid slowly, and while you had no idea what to expect, somehow the contents didn't really surprise you. A neatly placed lingerie set, some heels, lipstick and a wig.<br/><br/>
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<<elseif $solitaryState is '2intro'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I understand, $name. But I want you to know I'm a licensed professional, and one with multiple years experience as a therapist! Today I'm here because of your violent outburst, but if you believe it would be beneficial I could continue to support you. For now, we really need to talk through yesterday's events so we can ensure you're safe to enter Grenton again."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Me safe? Where was the concern for safety when I received that note from Keaton!"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I don't understand, sorry, what note?"<br/><br/>
You explained to Dr Mifune about the note Keaton left you, which had spurred you into taking action against him, which then resulted in the fight.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Interesting. Tell me, did you raise your concerns with any of staff? The officers?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "If you felt so effected by this note, why didn't you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I mean... I don't know! I... I don't understand this place! What if I got a reputation as a snitch or something?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Snitch? $name, you do realize this isn't a prison, right? This is a personal development center. And to be quite frank, there were no issues with violence until, well... you."<br/><br/>
No violence had occurred in Grenton before you came along? You couldn't help but feel ashamed to hear that. Regardless though, you felt your actions had been justified considering the situation. True to the professional she was, Dr Mifune left a long pause for you to consider what you had done, before questioning you again.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "$name... would it be fair to say you're feeling angry right now?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[After everything that's happened, yes of course!|cSolitary][$solitaryState = '1a']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[No, why?|cSolitary][$solitaryState = '1b']]</div>
<<elseif $solitaryState is '999'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Very well. I respect your response, but unfortunately $name I do not think a facility like Grenton will be able to rehabilitate a violent offender such as yourself. For the safety of the inhabitants here, I have to unfortunately conclude that you are not suitable for life in Grenton. Evidence shall be provided to a judge, and with their approval you will be moved to a prison instead."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Whatever..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "For what it's worth $name, I'm sorry I could not help you..."<br/><br/>
With a touch of sadness in her voice, Dr Mifune ended the conversation for good. For the next few days you remained in solitary, where you were left alone, but well cared for. It wasn't long enough before you were confirmed to be moved to prison. Your stay at Grenton, for better or worse, was over.<br/><br/>
THE END.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
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p.s (You can restart the game on the left hand side. You may need to scroll down.)<<nobr>>
<<if $SSYRoomIntroState is 0>>
<<run $playerHeads.pickUp($playerHead.show())>><<dropall '$playerHead'>>
<<run $playerNecks.pickUp($playerNeck.show())>><<dropall '$playerNeck'>>
<<run $playerWrists.pickUp($playerWrist.show())>><<dropall '$playerWrist'>>
<<dropall '$playerHeads'>>
<<dropall '$playerEarrings'>>
<<dropall '$playerNecks'>>
<<dropall '$playerWrists'>>
<<dropall '$playerTops'>>
<<dropall '$playerBottoms'>>
<<dropall '$playerUnderwears'>>
<<dropall '$playerAnkles'>>
<<dropall '$playerFeets'>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Paper')>><<drop '$playerInventory' 'Paper'>><<else>><</if>>
<<set $libido to '???'>>
<<set $libidoLevel to 0>>
<<dropall '$playerHair'>>
<<pickup '$playerHair' 'blonde hair'>>
Following Jessica through Grenton in your current emotional state was uncomfortable to say the least, but fortunately there was no one other than her to witness you like this. In her typical upbeat manner she attempted to lift your spirits.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"I know this won't mean much to you right now $name, but there's no need to feel so bad! Once we get you cleaned up, you won't be so down in the dumps, trust me!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "R-really? I can't imagine feeling much better anytime soon. Have you experienced anything like this yourself?"<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"It's... well... everyone's journey is different. But, I suppose so... to some degree..."<br/><br/>
She lead you into a new block you hadn't been before. The clicking and clacking of your heels on the hard floor echoed as you climbed the stairwell; the repetitive sound was quickly becoming a constant reminder of the new you that you had become.<br/><br/>
The sound had been so distracting that it took you a while to realize how much nicer this block was than the others. Most of them were lifeless, undecorated and utilitarian, but this one had some charm to it. It appeared to have been converted from a building that was once meant to be homely; somewhere large enough to hold a community within it. Whatever it once was, the place appeared to have been refurbished to a more modern style. There was more appeal to it than any other Grenton building, that was for sure.<br/><br/>
As the stairway came to it's end, you had to assume you had both arrived at what must of been the top floor. Jessica came to a standstill, triumphantly placing her hands at her hips.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Welcome to your new home! Do you like it? This floor is strictly girls only - outside of the occasional invited guest, that is. Your room is just down the hall here: number 14."<br/><br/>
You didn't know what to say. If the outside was anything to go from, this was already going to be a huge upgrade from your shared room with Michael.<br/><br/>
Jessica unlocked your door and went inside first. A warm, gentle glow came from a lamp that was already on inside, but before you could enter Jessica quickly came back out and covered your eyes playfully with her hands.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"No peaking yet! We should really focus on cleaning you up first. You should be in a happier mood before you see it properly, trust me, you're going to love it!"<br/><br/>
Blindly you stumbled forward, as Jessica led you into what she described as your own en-suite bathroom! Suddenly you felt her release her grip from over your face, followed by the sound of the door behind you being securely shut.<br/><br/>
You opened your eyes to see a pile of towels, bath lotions, deodorants in front of you, as well as some women's clothes. You gently placed the chastity device you had been given onto a pair of panties that had been laid out for you.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Go ahead and have a nice wash! And, um, you know, it might be a good time to put the thing on... if you want to, of course!"<br/><br/>
She left you alone to give you a moment to yourself. You weren't going to let the chance go to waste, and used your personal shower for the first time. The warm water on your skin felt so good after today's events. It was such a revitalizing feeling to enjoy the luxury of having your own private space after these past weeks inside Grenton.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Aren't these lotions so nice? The smell... mmm, they're so fruity and sweet...</span><br/><br/>
Jessica's intuition was right, this was exactly the pick-me-up you needed. The disgusting jet of cum that had dried on your skin had been washed away, and with it so did much of the overwhelming burden of your shame. Already you felt less disgusted with yourself. Why exactly did you feel so bad earlier? The things you did... there wasn't anything wrong about it, was there? <<if $gfType is 'cuck' or $gfType is 'unknown'>>Not being open with $gf about what you were about to do was perhaps a part of it, but in your innermost heart it was even more complicated than that...<</if>><br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">It shouldn't feel so bad, you just need to stop worrying so much. It would take anyone like you some time to get used to this. Everyone has to start somewhere... the perfect time for you is now...</span><br/><br/>
A natural sense of what had to be done came to you. Reaching out of the shower, you took hold of the chastity device. After some discomforting fumbling, you fit yourself firmly inside the ring, then slid the plastic cage into place. The way the pieces joined so tightly was oddly satisfying, now all they needed was to be locked in place. Deep down, you knew this was a big risk to take. There was no way to tell if you would actually be able to withstand it, yet you felt determined to overcome any creeping doubts.<br/><br/>
The consequences of this could be huge, but wasn't that exactly what a sissy like you needed? You hands shook nervously as you tried to line up the shackle of the padlock with the chastity's lock-hole...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Lock yourself up, sissy.|SSYRoomIntro][$chastityOn = 1; $playerIsInChastity = 1; $SSYRoomIntroState = 1]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $SSYRoomIntroState is 1>>
<<if $playerAcc2.isEmpty()>>
<<pickup '$playerAcc2' 'Pink chastity device'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerAcc2s.pickUp($playerAcc2.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerAcc2'>>
<<pickup '$playerAcc2' 'Pink chastity device'>>
<</if>>
<<run $playerBras.pickUp($playerBra.show())>><<dropall '$playerBra'>><<dropall '$playerBras'>>
<<run $playerUnderwears.pickUp($playerUnderwear.show())>><<dropall '$playerUnderwear'>><<dropall '$playerUnderwears'>>
<<run $playerFeets.pickUp($playerFeet.show())>><<dropall '$playerFeet'>><<dropall '$playerFeets'>>
<<run $playerAnkles.pickUp($playerAnkle.show())>><<dropall '$playerAnkle'>><<dropall '$playerAnkles'>>
<<run $playerGarters.pickUp($playerGarter.show())>><<dropall '$playerGarter'>><<dropall '$playerGarters'>>
<!-- this fixes bug with prologue skipper -->
<<run $playerTops.pickUp($playerTop.show())>><<dropall '$playerTop'>><<dropall '$playerTops'>>
<<run $playerBottoms.pickUp($playerBottom.show())>><<dropall '$playerBottom'>><<dropall '$playerBottoms'>>
<span class="loudNoise centerPassageText">*CLICK*</span>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1ChazOn.jpg" alt="Image symbolising the chastity you have just put on" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
It was done. No going back now.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Just look at you now, sissy! What could stop your urges now? Nothing! The thought excites you, doesn't it? You don't need to deny it anymore.</span><br/><br/>
You were firmly locked up, and there was no key in sight. Whether or not you truly wanted this didn't matter. You needed this.<br/><br/>
Ironically, the strict bounds the cage enforces gives you a freedom of a different kind. Freedom to explore your urges; to kindle the growing flame of your deepest desires before they can be snuffed by your shame, like they have been so many times before.<br/><br/>
The device would block any chance of another unfortunate occurrence like the one you just experienced. Neither yourself or anyone else could sabotage you from the path you're on now. The thought weirdly gave you a little comfort, though it was somewhat offset by the physical discomfort around your crotch. In all kinds of ways this new attachment was going to take some getting used to.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">It's a constant reminder of who you really are... of what you deserve... and what you don't...</span><br/><br/>
You stepped out of the shower before you could stay lost in your thoughts any longer. There were no male clothes in sight, just the women's items that had been laid out neatly for you. The message was loud and clear. No more dressing like a guy from here...<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/basicUndiesSet.jpg" alt="a basic looking underwear set consiting of a white bra and some gray panties with a floral pattern" class="storyImage">
There wasn't anything particularly pretty though. Just a pair of flats, a basic skirt and top, a cotton bra and cotton panties. Even though the clothes were plain, you'd still usually get slightly hard just thinking about dressing in an outfit like this. Your new constraints made that impossible now.<br/><br/>
Not wanting to keep Jessica waiting any longer, you clothed yourself quickly, then finally entered your brand new room. Jessica sat patiently at the edge of your bed, welcoming you back with a cheerful smile.<br/><br/>
[[Check out your new room|SSYRoomIntro][$SSYRoomIntroState = 2]]
<<elseif $SSYRoomIntroState is 2>>
<<if $playerTops.isEmpty()>>
<<pickup '$playerTop' 'Basic white top'>>
<<else>>
<!-- drop it then add it -->
<<run $playerTops.pickUp($playerTop.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerTop'>>
<<pickup '$playerTop' 'Basic white top'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerBottoms.isEmpty()>>
<<pickup '$playerBottom' 'Basic black skirt'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerBottoms.pickUp($playerBottom.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerBottom'>>
<<pickup '$playerBottom' 'Basic black skirt'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerFeets.isEmpty()>>
<<pickup '$playerFeet' 'Basic creme flats'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerFeets.pickUp($playerFeet.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerFeet'>>
<<pickup '$playerFeet' 'Basic creme flats'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerBras.isEmpty()>>
<<pickup '$playerBra' 'Basic cotton bra'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerBras.pickUp($playerBra.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerBra'>>
<<pickup '$playerBra' 'Basic cotton bra'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwears.isEmpty()>>
<<pickup '$playerUnderwear' 'Basic cotton panties'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerUnderwears.pickUp($playerUnderwear.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerUnderwear'>>
<<pickup '$playerUnderwear' 'Basic cotton panties'>>
<</if>>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Sooooo - what do you think?"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/locations/SSYbedroom.jpg" alt="a nice bedroom" class="storyImage">
It was stunning! A double bed with an en-suite bathroom made this way better than your previous room. This place felt like a high quality Air BNB rather than just some room in Grenton. It seemed cosy and comfortable, but most importantly of all, it was private.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">"All to yourself... just imagine what you can do here...</span><br/><br/>
You joined Jessica at the edge of the bed; the motion to do so inadvertently hiked your skirt up a little, leaving you exposed to feel the soft and fulffy duvet fabric on your ass. It felt so nice!<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Pretty good, right?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I love it! I actually love it!"<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Yay! Oh I'm so happy for you - you really deserve this! I can't believe how hard you pushed yourself earlier!"<br/><br/>
To say Keaton was good on his word would be a huge understatement; this setup was exceptional! You gazed around your new home in delight, but it seemed that this wasn't all. Jessica handed you an envelope with Keaton's handwriting on it, which she informed you was sent directly from him.<br/><br/>
From your previous experience from such a note, you couldn't avoid a sense of trepidation as you opened it, but from the first line you could tell there was no need to feel alarm.<br/><br/>
<span class="notepaper">Great showing out there, $name!<br/><br/>
It's safe to say you're one of the crew now, no need for any more initation rituals, honest! I can tell an eager sissy like you is going to really enjoy it here!<br/><br/>
Hope you can forgive me for ending today how I did. Didn't want you moving too fast and traumatizing yourself later! Seems to be a common mistake sissies can make.<br/><br/>
With the effort you're putting in, and a little patience, I think you'll get to exactly where you want to be.<br/><br/>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1 and $smoothBody is 1>>
<<set $money += 60>>
You did one hell of a job dressing up like such a naughty little slut, didn't you? It must of took some effort to find such fine things in Grenton. Here's $40 reward for your trouble. I'm sure you'll put it to good use.<br/><br/>
The effort you went to making your body smooth and girly didn't go unnoticed either. Did it surprise you just how girly you look like that? Here's another $20. A good girl like you deserves it.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $khanState6Gift is 1 and $smoothBody is 0>>
<<set $money += 40>>
You did one hell of a job dressing up like such a naughty little slut, didn't you? It must of took some effort to find such fine things in Grenton. Here's $40 reward for your trouble. I'm sure you'll put it to good use. Remember, this gang rewards effort, so it's well worth trying your best to please.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $khanState6Gift is 0 and $smoothBody is 1>>
<<set $money += 20>>
You did a great job making your body so smooth... did it surprise you just how girly you look like that? Here's $20. Oh, and you can keep the little pink number you wore. It suits you.<br/><br/>
Remember, this gang rewards effort, so it's well worth trying your best to please.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
You behaved well at the event; you can keep that little number you wore. It suits you. I suspect you realize you could of done more before to prepare for the event. Don't forget that next time! It will be well worth your trouble to put some more effort in.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
I think it's safe to say despite how keen you were, you're not entirely used to being a sissy yet. There's a professional on site here at Grenton, their name is Dr Mifune. It would be well worth visiting them sometime. They'd be sure to help give you any kind of support you need.<br/><br/>
Until next time,<br/><br/>
- K</span><br/><br/>
You let out a relieved sigh upon finishing reading the message, dwelling on just how crazy it was to have been rewarded for being a sissy.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"That note, it was all good I hope? I forgot to mention it, but... your 'male' clothes are gone, that's not a problem is it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Not at all.</span><br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh... um..."<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">What use could a sissy like you have for them anymore?</span><br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It's fine... really."<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Great! I guess the guy's thought you wouldn't need them now. Oh, and along with the new clothes, they also delivered something..."<br/><br/>
She pointed towards the drawers. Inside, you found your walkman, which also seemed to have an extra CD that you hadn't brought with you. It was clear what it was though; 'SISSY TRAINING' had been written on them in black marker pen.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">They're putting you in your place. Soon you'll be the perfect fit for your rightful role.</span><br/><br/>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Photos of $gf')>>
On one of your cabinets were a few empty picture frames as well. You found an envelope with your photos of $gf in them. It felt right to display a few of them on the drawers at the side of your bed. Despite everything that had happened, just having her familiar face displayed gave the room a pleasant homeliness to it. There were a few more intimate ones that could of also been displayed, but it felt more appropriate to keep them in the envelope.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
On one of your cabinets were a few empty picture frames as well. Too bad you had nothing to put in them anymore thanks to Anderson. That fucking asshole.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"You look exhausted $name... I should give you some space to rest up. It's going to be really nice to have you around here though - let's hang out together soon!"<br/><br/>
You were so tired you could barely respond. Even the bright and cheerful aura of Jessica's couldn't keep you from feeling drowsy. She gave you a quick hug before going into your bathroom.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Sorry if you didn't realize this, but I have to return these items you borrowed. I think your lingerie could use a wash after today too, let me get that for you too."<br/><br/>
She scooped the items up in her arms before moving to exit your room.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Sweet dreams, $name."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Night... Jessica..."<br/><br/>
With that, she closed your bedroom door behind her. You finally had a room all to yourself, but right now all you had the energy for was getting ready for bed. The realities of wearing a chastity device were dawning on you as you realized from now on you'd have to sleep in this thing.<br/><br/>
The only thing you could think to make it more comfortable was wearing panties over the top of it to keep it more secure. You carefully took off the rest of your clothes, and placed them in the wardrobe.<br/><br/>
So this was it. This was your new life now. The life of a locked up, lingerie loving sissy.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">You're locked and limp, now learn to love it.</span><br/><br/>
It was time to end the day. You laid in your comfy new bed and closed your eyes. So exhausted by today's events, not a single thought more crossed your mind, and you slipped straight into a deep sleep.<br/><br/>
<<if $gfType is 'unknown'>>
<<set $gfBreakUpLetter to 1>>
<</if>>
[[Continue|SSYsleep][$libido to 'Normal'; $SSYstoryState = 0; $storyState = 8; $storyPath = 'sissy'; $mifuneIntroCounter = 3; $DrMifuneVisited = 0; $khanTalkedToPostKeatonEvent = 0]]
<<else>>
Something wrong: SSYRoomIntroState: $SSYRoomIntroState.
Please report.
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<include "SleepingOutfitSystem">>
<<include "NightwearBonusCheckSystem">>
<<set $ap = 2>>
<<editcycle 'days' increment 1 resume>>
<<set $visitorTodayState to $visitorTomorrowState>>
<<set $visitorTomorrowState to 0>>
<<set $seenCharlieToday to 0>>
<<set $clubDrinksBoughtToday to 0>>
<<if $deadlineState gt 0>>
<<set $deadlineCounter -= 1>>
<</if>>
<<if $sidneyDevice1Counter gt 0>>
<<set $sidneyDevice1Counter -= 1>>
<</if>>
<<if $smoothDaysLeft gt 0>>
<<set $smoothDaysLeft -=1>>
<<else>>
<<set $smoothBody = 0>>
<</if>>
<!-- This is for the Making Up side affair ($taskMakingUpState). Waiting a day before outfit is delivered. -->
<<if $taskMakingUpState is 12>>
<<set $taskMakingUpState to 13>>
<</if>>
<<if $cageDreamState is 1>>
<<set $cageDreamState to 0>>
Every now and then you'd have a night where you struggled to fall asleep. Usually it would be just a minor inconvenience, but tonight you were realizing how difficult it was to deal with while wearing a chastity cage. <br/><br/>
You tossed and turned, trying to find a sleeping position that was more comfortable. Some placements caused the plastic to chafe against your inner thighs, while others pushed the ring round your groin to squeeze it unpleasantly.<br/><br/>
At such moments it was best not to force things, so you fetched a glass of water in the hope you'd be less restless after the short break. As you took a sip of your drink, you caught sight of yourself in the mirror.<br/><br/>
Little of you was visible in the darkness, but what small amount of light had entered the room reflected off the pink plastic of your cage. Once again, it distracted you...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[(I don't understand how it's so uncomfortable, I'm so small down there.)|cageDream][$playerCockSize = 'small'; $cageDreamState = 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[(Seems like chastity was always going to be a tight fit. I'm about average size and there's not much wiggle room.)|cageDream][$playerCockSize = 'average'; $cageDreamState = 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[(This was always going to be discomforting - I'm huge down there! Honestly, I'm still surprised I managed to fit into this in the first place.)|cageDream][$playerCockSize = 'big'; $cageDreamState = 1]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $gfType is 'brokenUp' and $brokenUpGfPJsEventComplete is 0>>
<<set $brokenUpGfPJsEventComplete to 1>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Satin Pink Pajamas')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerNightwear' 'Satin Pink Pajamas'>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearSystemUnlocked to 1>>
Just as you were settling to sleep, a knock rapped at your door.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Room service! He he, just kidding... it's Jessica! Is it OK for me to pop in?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Um... yeah, sure."<br/><br/>
While it was still hard not to feel trepidation trusting others here, there was something about Jessica's forthright nature that made it difficult to doubt her sincerity. She entered with a smile on her face, and with her, brought a neatly folded stack of what seemed to be pink fabric.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Got you a little something to make your stay comfier...”<br/><br/>
She passed you the gift, an incredibly soft pajama set made of satin. As you unfolded it, you were delighted by how pretty it was.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/pinkSatinPajamas.jpg" alt="pink satin pajamas" class="storyImage">
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Aw, Jessica, I love it! Thank you so much."<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“You're welcome, hun! I had a pair spare so thought you'd make better use of it. Us girls practically need our creature comforts!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "He he, we sure do. This is really kind of you."<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Don't mention it! Believe me, I know how tough it is starting out. What surprised me most was how big a difference the little details can make, y'know?”<br/><br/>
You knew it well, especially considering how drastic femminine clothing could change how you felt. To many people, fashion meant little to nothing, but for you and Jessica it was transformative! Getting comfortable with every aspect of that feeling would be important.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Wow, they look so comfy too!"<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Oh they are, sweetie. Little else feels better than waking up in them, especially when they're fresh after laundry. He he, I can already tell you're going to appreciate them.”<br/><br/>
The luxury life that Keaton promised you was slowly beginning to come true. Fresh laundry was the kind of perk that hadn't even crossed your mind, yet it would make your stay so much cosier. Waking up in comfort was bound to have a good effect on you.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Well, I better leave you to rest up. Sweet dreams, $name.”<br/><br/>
Moments after she left, you could already feel your eyelids grow heavy. You wanted to wear the pajamas tonight, but they had labels on that would be a pain to take off now. After lazily shuffling out of your outfit, you quickly fell asleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|SSYsleep2]]<br/><br/>
<<elseif $encouragingGirlfriendEvent1Dream is 1>>
<<set $encouragingGirlfriendEvent1Dream to 2>>
As comforting as your new bed was, when something was on your mind it was still just as difficult to fall asleep.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf's voice: </span>"I've been so excited to hear how <em>everything</em> went..."<br/><br/>
$gf. Her sheer enthusiasm was greater than you could possibly of imagined before you shared this side of yourself with her. Obviously it was amazing; there couldn't be many sissies lucky enough to have such an understanding partner, let alone actively encourage it, but even that didn't make this whole situation simple for you both.<br/><br/>
Things were far more complex than just 'choosing' to become a sissy; how Keaton's event ended for you was proof enough of that. When apparently most, if not all, of what $gf knew about sissies came from porn, would you risk disappointing her expectations if you didn't live up to her expectations of what one was?<br/><br/>
These kind of doubts would creep into your mind on occassion, but each time you eventually snapped out of them. There was no good reason to doubt $gf, nor yourself. You wouldn't let your self-uncertainty gnaw away at you anymore.<br/><br/>
It didn't mean you weren't worried for her though. As supportive as she was, all the attention in this relationship was directed very much at yourself. You just hoped that as you adjusted to these changes, you could still be someone who brings happiness to her life too.<br/><br/>
Regardless of whatever would happen from here, you felt at the very least she'd always be alright. If there was one thing you knew about $gf, it was she was very much her own woman...<br/><br/>
[[Continue|SSY_GFE1][$gfeModeTurnedOn = 1; $gfeModeUnlocked = 1;]]
<<else>>
You slept soundly in a bed just for you.<br/><br/>
Another day of this life awaited you tomorrow...<br/><br/>
[[Continue|SSYsleep2]]
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<!-- If nightwear was put on, get rid of it first -->
<<if $tonightsNightwear is not 'none'>>
<<if $tempHeldTopItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<dropall '$playerTop'>>
<</if>>
<<if $tempHeldBottomItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<dropall '$playerBottom'>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<!-- put clothes back on after sleep -->
<<if $tempHeldHeadItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerHead' $tempHeldHeadItem>>
<</if>>
<<if $tempHeldEarringItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerEarring' $tempHeldEarringItem>>
<</if>>
<<if $tempHeldNeckItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerNeck' $tempHeldNeckItem>>
<</if>>
<<if $tempHeldWristItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerWrist' $tempHeldWristItem>>
<</if>>
<<if $tempHeldTopItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerTop' $tempHeldTopItem>>
<</if>>
<<if $tempHeldBraItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerBra' $tempHeldBraItem>>
<</if>>
<<if $tempHeldBottomItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerBottom' $tempHeldBottomItem>>
<</if>>
<<if $tempHeldGarterItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerGarter' $tempHeldGarterItem>>
<</if>>
<<if $tempHeldAnkleItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerAnkle' $tempHeldAnkleItem>>
<</if>>
<<if $tempHeldFeetItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerFeet' $tempHeldFeetItem>>
<</if>>
<<if $tempHeldAcc1Item is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerAcc1' $tempHeldAcc1Item>>
<</if>>
<<if $tempHeldAcc3Item is 'unknown'>><<else>>
<<pickup '$playerAcc3' $tempHeldAcc3Item>>
<</if>>
<!-- End of put clothes back on -->
<img src="images/locations/SSYroom_awaken.jpg" alt="morning time in your room" class="storyImage">You awoke in your room. Grenton awaits...<br/><br/>
<<editcycle 'days' suspend>>
<<if $DrMifuneVisited is 0>>
<<set $mifuneIntroCounter -=1>>
<</if>>
<<set $playerPhysicalEnduranceSetToday to 0>>
<<set $experiencedDramaEventToday to 0>>
<<set $libraryEventToday to 0>>
<<set $sidneyLensAttemptToday to 0>>
<<set $ateAtIggysToday to 0>>
<<set $libidoLevel +=1>>
<<if $libidoLevel is 3>>
<<set $libido to 'Horny'>>
<</if>>
<<if $libidoLevel is 6>>
<<if $playerIsInChastity is 1>>
<<set $libido to 'Frustrated'>>
<<else>>
<<set $libido to 'Excruciating'>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $daysSinceCalledGf gte 0>>
<<set $daysSinceCalledGf += 1>>
<</if>>
<<if $libido is 'Excruciating'>>
<<set $ap to 1>>
<img src="images/scenes/ZtooHorny.gif" alt="Image of someone lucky experiencing the sweet release of pent up frustration." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
You were too horny to think straight right now! You knew what you were like in this state - it saps your ability to do anything. You need to do something about this as soon as possible!<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $gfBreakUpLetter is 1>>
<<set $gfBreakUpLetter to 2>>
<<set $gfType to 'brokenUp'>>
At some point during your sleep, a letter had been slipped under your door. It came as a genuine surprise to you it was written in $gf's unmistakeable style of handwriting.<br/><br/>
<span class="notepaper">
$name,<br/><br/>
It feels like I've hardly heard from you at all in there. Seeing as arranging meetings is pretty much reliant on you, I've had no choice but to send you this letter instead.<br/><br/>
The way you've barely contacted me since you've gone to Grenton had me feeling upset. Did you forget me? Did you just not care about me? I didn't think it was a big deal when you asked me to bring you my panties, but looking back on it now, it feels like that was the only reason you invited me.<br/><br/>
I don't know how you feel about me right now, but I can't stay with someone so distant. To be honest, it's felt like we've been coming to the end of things for a while. I knew things would be different with you in Grenton, but I didn't realize until now that we were travelling in separate directions.<br/><br/>
If you haven't noticed by now, this letter is to tell you I consider us broken up. Maybe you've already decided that, I don't know - I don't know anything about you anymore it seems.<br/><br/>
Had we been able to do this in person, I would of at least thanked you for the time we've had together these last few years. I don't regret it, but it does sadden me for things to end like this.<br/><br/>
Wishing you all the best,<br/>
$gf
</span>
You held the letter in your hand for a moment. For all the thoughts running through your mind, the most overwhelming of all was that you had this coming.<br/><br/>
Whether or not you should of done things differently didn't matter now - you and $gf were over.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<!-- Morning visit events section -->
<<if $KeatonVisitState is 1>>
Keaton wanted to see you today and it seemed like a bad idea to waste his time. After getting ready, you went down to the floor below yours to visit him...<br/><br/>[[Continue|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = 'unknown']]<br/>
<<elseif $SSYDionState is 3>>
<<set $SSYDionState to 4>>
As you got changed you heard a shuffling sound from around your door, before a note suddenly slid under it. The note came in the form of an entire piece of A4 paper, and quite bizarrely it consisted mostly of a signature; apparently Dion's.<br/><br/>
<span class="notepaper">$name,<br/><br/>
Come by the Textile room.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ZdionsSignature.png" alt="Dions very large signature" class="storyImage storyImageBigger noBorder">
</span>
Could it really be that Jessica's scheme from yesterday worked?<br/><br/>
[[Continue|SSYmessRoom]]<br/>
<<elseif $hallOfFavorsUnlocked is 0 and $crewCred gt 0>>
As you left for the mess room, you happened to come across Jessica out in the hallway.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zjessica.jpg" alt="your neighbor Jessica" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Mornin' hun! You settling in OK now?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Hmm, guess I'm starting to feel a little more comfortable..."<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Only a little? I was the under the impression you were getting into the groove of things here. Word is you're already making a reputation for yourself!”<br/><br/>
The remark made you feel a little anxious; was that a good thing? Apparently Jessica could read your thoughts like a book.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“He he, relax sweetie! My, you get uptight far too easily, you know that? I just meant that people notice your contributions around here! Hey, has anyone told you about the Hall of Favors yet?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Huh? Never heard of it. Sounds... formal?"<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Ha! I suppose these boys do take their whole 'organization' thing a bit too seriously; it happens when that many men have too much time on their hands. The 'Hall' is actually just some room down in the Crew building.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Alright, so what exactly is it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Oh, it's kind of the go to place for crew members to get stuff. He set it up as a kind of incentive scheme or something. The more you do for the crew, the more things they can do for you in return. It's got a shop, but also it's where you can put in your own custom requests.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Ah, cool - maybe I'll check it out then! Thanks again, Jessica."<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“You're welcome, hun. Actually I've been meaning to pay a visit there myself; I heard they've just got makeup in!”<br/><br/>
Makeup? In your closeted days before Grenton you never really had a chance to indulge in that - not that you hadn't wished you could. It always looked so pretty... so transformative. The opportunity was finally yours...<br/><br/>
[[Go to the Mess Room|SSYmessRoom][$hallOfFavorsUnlocked = 1]]<br/>
<<else>>
[[Continue|SSYmessRoom]]<br/>
<</if>>
<!-- END OF Morning visit events section -->
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $ap is 0>>
<<if $visitorTodayState gt 0>>
You've got a visitor today! You didn't have any more time to squeeze in more activities before spending time with them, so you went to the Visitor's room to see them.<br/>
[[Go to visitors|SSYVisitors]]<br/>
<<else>>
<div class="centerLinks">
[[You're out of energy, better go back to your room|SSYRoom]]<br/>
</div>
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<if $SSYstoryState is 0>>
<<if $mifuneIntroCounter is 0>>
You were just about to pick how to spend the day, when you felt a strong tap on your shoulder. In startlement you spun around, only to be greeted by the intimidating scowl of the strict officer who usually guards the clinic.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer: </span>"Come along with me."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh... um, alright. Have I done something wrong?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer: </span>"Heh, I'm not one to judge. Dr Mifune wants to meet you."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "And I have to go now?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer: </span>"Grenton policy: if a medical supervisor thinks you require attention, then it's mandatory. Let's get going, move!"<br/><br/>
You weren't going to argue with an officer, especially not this one.<br/><br/>
[[Be escorted to the clinic|SSYDrMifune1][$introducedSelfToMifune = 0; $SSYDrMifuneState = 0]]
<<else>>
The mess room has become familiar now, but it still acted as a natural hub for you to plan your day from.<br/><br/>
As much as you were starting to get used to being a sissy, it still felt a little daunting to go out in public like this.<br/><br/>
For now you could only summon up the nerve to go to the most essential places in Grenton.<br/><br/>
<div class="centerLinks">
[[Go to library|SSYLibrary]]<br/>
[[Go to your room|SSYRoom]]<br/>
[[Go to gym|SSYGym]]<br/>
[[Go to commissary|SSYCommissary]]<br/>
[[Go to officer's room|SSYOfficersRoom]]<br/>
[[Go to clinic|SSYClinic]]<br/>
</div>
<</if>>
<<elseif $SSYstoryState is 1>>
<div class="centerLinks">
You stared at the mess room map as you decided what to do today...<br/><br/>
[[Go to cafeteria|SSYCafeteria]]<br/>
[[Go to library|SSYLibrary]]<br/>
[[Go to your room|SSYRoom]]<br/>
[[Go to visitors|SSYVisitors]]<<if $visitorTodayState gt 0>> <span class="visitorNotification">(!)</span><</if>><br/>
[[Go to the phones|SSYPhones]]<br/>
[[Go to workshop|SSYWorkshop]]<br/>
[[Go to gym|SSYGym]]<br/>
[[Go to shower room|SSYShowers]]<br/>
[[Go to recreation room|SSYRecreationRoom]]<br/>
[[Go to commissary|SSYCommissary]]<br/>
[[Go to officer's room|SSYOfficersRoom]]<br/>
[[Go to clinic|SSYClinic]]<br/>
<<if $SSYDramaRoomUnlocked is 1>>[[Go to the crew's building|SSYCrewBlockBuilding]]<br/><</if>>
</div>
<<else>>
<div class="centerLinks">
[[Go to cafeteria|SSYCafeteria]]<br/>
[[Go to library|SSYLibrary]]<br/>
[[Go to your room|SSYRoom]]<br/>
[[Go to visitors|SSYVisitors]]<<if $visitorTodayState gt 0>> <span class="visitorNotification">(!)</span><</if>><br/>
[[Go to the phones|SSYPhones]]<br/>
[[Go to workshop|SSYWorkshop]]<br/>
[[Go to gym|SSYGym]]<br/>
[[Go to shower room|SSYShowers]]<br/>
[[Go to recreation room|SSYRecreationRoom]]<br/>
[[Go to commissary|SSYCommissary]]<br/>
[[Go to officer's room|SSYOfficersRoom]]<br/>
[[Go to clinic|SSYClinic]]<br/>
<<if $SSYDramaRoomUnlocked is 1>>[[Go to the crew's building|SSYCrewBlockBuilding]]<br/><</if>>
</div>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<img src="images/locations/SSYbedroom.jpg" alt="a nice bedroom" class="storyImage"><br/><<nobr>>
<div class="centerLinks">
<<if $KeatonVisitState is 1 and $enforceDwellState is 0>>
<</if>>
<<if $enforceDwellState is 1>>
<<set $enforceDwellState to 0>>
<div class="centerLinks doNotCenterLinks">
Dr Mifune recommended I should dwell on my mindset. The best times to do it might be when I'm alone here...</div><br/>
<div class="centerLinks">[[Dwell on your state of mind|SSYmindset]]</div>
<<else>>
[[Knock on Jessica's Door|SSYJessica]]<br/>
[[Change clothes|SSYWardrobe]]<br/>
<<if $nightwearSystemUnlocked is 1>>
<<link "Change nightwear">>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $makeupSystemUnlocked is 1>>
<<if $taskMakingUpState is 5>>
<<else>>
<<link "Apply Makeup">>
<<goto "SSYMakeup">>
<</link>><br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $deadlineState is 2 and $deadlineCounter is 0>>
Today is the day to meet Javier and use the USB.<br/>
[[Go to Javier's office|ssy1JaviPlaceholderEnd]]<br/>
<<elseif $visitorTodayState gt 0>>
You have a visitor today... you won't sleep until you've seen them.<br/>
<<else>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Paper')>>[[Check notes on paper|SSYnotes]]<br/>
<</if>>
[[Use your bathroom|SSYbathroom]]<br/>
<<if $mindsetUnlocked is 1>>
[[Dwell on your state of mind|SSYmindset]]<br/>
<</if>>
[[Go to sleep|SSYsleep]]<br/>
<</if>>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]<br/><br/>
<<startTaskMaidToOrderPart2>>
<<if $ap is 0>>
<<elseif $SSYDionState is 2 and $wearingPinkLingerieSet is 1>>
<div class="choice">[[You feel ready for Jessica's plan in this outfit. Invite her over?|SSYDion1Jessica][$SSYDion1JessicaState = 0]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $SSYDionState is 2 and $wearingRedLingerieSet is 1>>
<div class="choice">[[Your feel ready for Jessica's plan in this outfit. Invite her over?|SSYDion1Jessica][$SSYDion1JessicaState = 0]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $SSYDionState is 2>>
<div class="choice greyedOut">(Jessica has a plan to inspire Dion, but you'll need to put on some lingerie first - a nice matching bra, panties and garter belt should do.)</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $ap is 0>>
<<elseif $smoothBody is 1 and $taskThePinkPantierState is 2 and $ap gte 2>>
<div class="choice">[[Tidy up the room and bring Steve here|taskThePinkPantier]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierState is 2>>
<<if $ap lt 2>>
<div class="choice greyedOut">(Steve said getting the photos could take all day - you shouldn't call him over until you have plenty of energy.)</div><br/>
<<else>>
<div class="choice greyedOut">(If you get smooth you could call Steve over for the photoshoot.)</div><br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $SSYDrMifuneState is 0>>
The officer guided you further inside the clinic than you had ever been. As the pair of you silently walked it's long corridors, you caught a glimpse of what seemed like a surgical room, one of a very high quality. You hadn't heard of anyone in Grenton needing to make use of it yet, but supposed a medical facility was probably a necessary requirement in running places holding as many people that Grenton currently is.<br/><br/>
The end of the corridor was a pleasant area filled with real potted plants, artwork painted in light, warm colors and even a comfy sofa. A door next to the seating area displayed Dr Mifune's name.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer: </span>"Go on in, you've been expected."<br/><br/>
You did as he said. It was slightly nerve-wracking to be in such an environment. After weeks in Grenton which seemed barely supervised, you suddenly felt like you were placed under observation. A doctor was going to see you... like this? <br/><br/>
After taking a moment to pull yourself together, you entered, only to be somewhat surprised at who you saw in front of you. It was a young woman, who greeted you with a kind smile, and a soft, friendly voice.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Hello there! It's nice to meet you. Please, don't be shy, come over here and take a seat with me."<br/><br/>
You realized you hadn't really thought about who Dr Mifune was or what she would look like. After being stuck inside with the men of Grenton, you hadn't expected for a woman to see you this way. You weren't sure how you felt about this, especially being seen by someone so attractive! Her plum colored lips, and subtle makeup matched with her dark brown eyes, and sleek, black, shoulder length hair. She was beautiful, professional looking woman.<br/><br/>
It was with apprehension that you took a seat, faintly embarrassed by the idea that you may have been ogling her in your slightly stunned state. She appeared to be wearing work attire; a white dress shirt, pencil skirt, and a white medical coat. You were a little jealous of how good she looked even in that! After hanging up her coat, she reached out to shake you hand while sitting down to join you.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1Mifune1Sitting.jpg" alt="Image of you Dr Mifune in her work outfit." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I'm Dr Mifune, apologies if that was already obvious! Do you mind telling me your name?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'm $name... n-nice to meet you too..."<br/><br/>
<<if $introducedSelfToMifune is 1>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Thanks for coming today. I had actually heard a little about you through the grapevine and hoped to have a chance to speak. What made you decide to visit me?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I don't really k-know... probably that it was recommended I visit you, I guess."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $introducedSelfToMifune is 0>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I hope you don't mind me asking the officer to bring you here today. I had heard about you through the grapevine and wanted to check on your well-being. It's a sadly common occurrence that some people will avoid support unless it comes to them directly. In this case, I felt a need to introduce myself."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh, um... t-that's OK."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong: introducedSelfToMifune $introducedSelfToMifune .
<</if>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Before we go further, I like to start things off just checking how you are. So... how are you feeling today?"<br/><br/>
Words failed to come to you. Perhaps you had needed more time to mentally prepare for the idea of a woman seeing you like this. It was all still a bit of a shock.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "You still seem a little nervous, would that be fair to say?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-yes..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "That's OK! Feeling that way is normal, $name. Our body can often cause such a response in anxious situations. Many know of the fight or flight response, but far less are aware there's a third reaction too: freeze. Right now, adrenaline is pumping through you, but there's only so long your system can only maintain such an intense state. All you can do is wait for it to pass, and you'll soon feel calmer again. A soothing drink might help too, don't you think? What do you fancy... tea? Some water? A coke?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Tea, please."|SSYDrMifune1][$SSYDrMifune1Drink = 'tea'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '1']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Water, please."|SSYDrMifune1][$SSYDrMifune1Drink = 'water'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '1']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Coke, please."|SSYDrMifune1][$SSYDrMifune1Drink = 'coke'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '1']]</div>
<<elseif $SSYDrMifuneState is '1'>>
Dr Mifune looked pleased that you took up her offer, and got up to get it for you. You couldn't help noticing her heels as she walked away, those famous designers ones; shiny black with the bright red sole. A rising desire to wear them yourself emerged within, which only made you painfully re-aware of how you were dressed right now. Out of a reflex of embarrassment, you tucked your skirt in a way to obscure any chance of the chastity device being seen.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">Don't let her see it!</span><br/><br/>
It wasn't long before Dr Mifune returned.<br/><br/>
<<if $SSYDrMifune1Drink is 'tea'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Here you go, one tea. Oh, and I got one myself. It's the really nice stuff, not that cheap, vending machine stuff. It's difficult to resist the fine things in life..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Thanks."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $SSYDrMifune1Drink is 'water'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Here's your water. I brought the whole jug so I can have some too. It's got a little kick of lemon to it, I hope that's alright? I think a little extra zing makes things more interesting..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Thanks."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $SSYDrMifune1Drink is 'coke'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Here you go, one coke. Oh, and I got one myself. I've got such a sweet tooth - resisting it has always felt impossible..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Thanks."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong: SSYDrMifune1Drink.
<</if>>
Already you began to feel relieved. Despite your appearance, Dr Mifune seemed completely non-judgmental. The comforting drink combined with the pleasant setting made you feel as at ease as was possible right now. Dr Mifune took a sip of hers, before gently wiping her lip with a dainty finger, and then sat up straight with an eagerness to talk about you.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "So $name, I'm not sure if you're aware, but my role here at Grenton is to provide therapeutic support for the inhabitants here. Unfortunately, the program vastly underestimated the staffing budget, and with only me here to offer such support, I've regrettably had no choice but to prioritize on a 'need to' basis."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh, OK. I honestly didn't know there was anything like this until pretty much now."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Isn't that just terrible? It's unfortunately not something we make the inhabitants very aware of, that way we can focus on those who may require it the most. That's not to say you need it, but when you came to my attention I did come to believe you may find some benefit. Are you feeling more comfortable now?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Yeah... yes, thank you."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I'm glad! Let me try to clear things up a bit. This is a safe space for you to speak your mind. Somewhere you can share your feelings, and really work out any issues you may be facing, with help from myself. Just to let you know though, I do have a responsibility to share information outside this room if anything you tell me deems you to be a danger either to yourself or others. How does that sound, are you happy to continue?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Sure."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Great! I'd like to get to know more about you if you don't mind, but first, can you tell me, is there anything that makes you feel uncomfortable speaking to me like this?"<br/><br/>
Dr Mifune crossed her legs to prop her writing pad on them. She bit at the end of her pen as she looked at you, expectantly.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["If anything I'm worried about making you uncomfortable... I mean, I'm dressed like... this."|SSYDrMifune1][$charmStat += 1; $SSYDrMifuneState = '2']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["If I'm being honest, it is kind of embarrassing being dressed like this in front of you..."|SSYDrMifune1][$pervStat += 1; $SSYDrMifuneState = '2']]</div>
<<elseif $SSYDrMifuneState is '2'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Oh no, you really don't need to worry about that! I can understand how you'd feel that way though. Even despite the social progress today, 'crossdressing' is often misjudged or looked down upon; anyone with an ounce of empathy knows that perception is undeserved. You've no need to feel reserved around me though. Would it help you to know an ex-partner enjoyed wearing feminine style clothing as well? And before you ask, no, it played no role in us breaking up, ha ha!"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1Mifune1InnerThought1.jpg" alt="Image of Dr Mifune sitting and ready to take notes about you." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
Dr Mifune giggled bashfully into her hand after making the astonishing revelation, which to be honest did kind of help! Anyone who appreciated that kind of thing was always going to feel easier to talk too.<br/><br/>
Sometimes a person immediately feels easy to talk to, you can just feel their sincerity and earnest desire to make you feel welcome, and Dr Mifune was certainly that type. Already, you felt capable of being more open with her.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Crossdressing has always been one of those things I've felt drawn to, but... well, it's complicated. It's like there's something I honestly love about it, yet for so long it was something that felt out of bounds... shameful."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I think almost anyone who realizes they don't fit into strict gender roles feels that way. And you're really not alone in that regard, by the way. To be more clear $name, when I mentioned that I had heard a few details about you, all I really was made aware of is that you were exploring crossdressing here in Grenton. I suppose my concern for you was because someone like you exploring themself in a place like here could find it difficult."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It was... it still is, I guess. There's times when I'm so sure of what I want, and then others where I come down completely. Where I hate it. Feel disgusted with myself."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "That sounds like an intense shame response... there's no need for your dressing to make you feel that way at all, though of course such a feeling is often entirely involuntary. This seems like an area we should focus on today. Are you happy to try working through this with me?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "A-alright..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Excellent!"<br/><br/>
She placed her writing pad to the side before smoothing the creases out of her skirt. A look of determination came over her as she laid her hands in her lap, supporting herself as she leaned closer towards you.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "OK, first I want you to try your best to think about where this desire comes from. Have you ever asked yourself why you crossdress? Why you enjoy it?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["It's a turn on. Wearing sexy clothes... seeing myself as a woman. A hot one..."|SSYDrMifune1][$playerCdReason = 'turnOn'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["The femininity. The act of becoming and being femme."|SSYDrMifune1][$playerCdReason = 'beingFemme'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["It's like a kind of urge. One that I just can't ignore."|SSYDrMifune1][$playerCdReason = 'involUrge'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3']]</div>
<<elseif $SSYDrMifuneState is '3' and $playerCdReason is 'turnOn'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "That's interesting. Could you try to walking me through how that it makes you feel that way? I'd like to get some idea of what's going through your mind when you put on women's clothes."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Well... I guess opportunities to dress up have always felt so rare, that whenever I finally had a chance to do it, I couldn't get the idea of indugling it out of my mind. The times were so few and far between, that the feeling of those soft materials on my skin in the rare times I could felt so amazing. It's like I'm transforming, no longer just the guy I was before..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "You said you see yourself as a hot woman, is that what you feel you transform into?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-yeah."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "You're dressed up at the moment. Do you feel like that right now?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "To an extent..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Only an extent?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I guess usually when I dress up... it would be a more... sexual style. I do wear skirts and tops, but usually it's about the lingerie. And well... more slutty looking stuff."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Ah ha... so, if you were dressed in something more like that at this moment, what would you say you see when looking in a mirror?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["A slut. A feminine being of pure sex..."|SSYDrMifune1][$playerCdSelfPerception = 'slut'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3a']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["A woman. A femme person, looking their most desirable..."|SSYDrMifune1][$playerCdSelfPerception = 'woman'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3a']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["A crossdresser. Masculinity mixed with femininity..."|SSYDrMifune1][$playerCdSelfPerception = 'cd'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3a']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $SSYDrMifuneState is '3' and $playerCdReason is 'beingFemme'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "That's interesting. Could you try to walking me through how that it makes you feel that way? I'd like to get some idea of what's going through your mind when you put on women's clothes."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Well... I only do it when I know I've got sometime alone. The moment I know I have some time and space to finally do it, it's like I can't even resist acting on the idea. I shave my skin to be smooth first, without that I simply don't feel as girly. Then as I put the clothes on piece by piece, I feel like I'm changing into a different person. Each item makes me feel more like a woman. It's a transformation that feels almost indescribably good. I used to get... excited while doing it, but later I got so used to it, it doesn't have that effect anymore."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Hmm... it doesn't excite you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Ah... well it still excites me, I just mean... when I used to put on women's underwear... I'd get pretty turned on."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Oh, I get it!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "These days, for me the real thrill comes from checking myself in the mirror. I see a beautiful woman looking back at me. It's an addictive feeling."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "You're certainly not alone. While not undergoing quite as dramatic a feeling of transformation, I think many women would relate to what you've described."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "R-really?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Of course - it's a powerful thing when we feel we're at our most attractive! You're dressed up at the moment. Do you feel like that right now?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Right now... to be honest, not really."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Why is that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I guess... usually when I dress up... it would be in something a little more... sexual. I do wear skirts and tops, but usually it's about the lingerie. And the more... slutty stuff."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Ah ha... so, if you were dressed in something more like that at this moment, what would you say you see if you looked in a mirror?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["A slut. A feminine being of pure sex..."|SSYDrMifune1][$playerCdSelfPerception = 'slut'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3a']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["A woman. A femme person, looking their most desirable..."|SSYDrMifune1][$playerCdSelfPerception = 'woman'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3a']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["A crossdresser. Masculinity mixed with femininity..."|SSYDrMifune1][$playerCdSelfPerception = 'cd'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3a']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $SSYDrMifuneState is '3' and $playerCdReason is 'involUrge'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "That's interesting. If it's not too difficult for you, could you try walking me through how it makes you feel that way? Do you find it distressing?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Well... it's hard to say for sure. It's felt like this burden I've had all my life, but I just can't resist engaging in it. The moment I know I have a place to myself, totally private, it's like a seed is planted in my mind. At that point, I'm 100% going to dress up."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Hmm, and when you're actually wearing the clothes, how do you feel then?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "In the moment, I enjoy it! The thrill of wearing such sexy clothes, of actually feeling attractive. There's no part of me that hates it while I'm doing it, if anything I find myself encouraging myself, telling myself it's what I really want. And I feel that way! It's the comedown afterwards..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "You feel regrets after?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "... Yes. Sometimes I feel like a fucking idiot afterwards. Or perhaps disgust is the better description. Disgust to be wearing those items, disgust that I somehow enjoyed it. Then I feel a need to get all of it off me asap, a need to cover up everything I just did. I mustn't been seen like this... mustn't let anyone know. I tell myself never again, but I've done this enough times now to know full well that's not going to be true..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "No wonder it's such a hard thing to bear when you experience such emotional whiplash. You're dressed up at the moment... how does that make you feel... good? Bad?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Right now... to be honest, I'm don't feel strongly either way."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Why is that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I guess... usually when I dress up it would be way more... sexual. I do wear skirts and tops, but usually it's about the lingerie. And, y'know, more... slutty stuff."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Ah ha... so, if you were dressed in something more like that at this moment, what would you say you see if you looked in a mirror?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["A slut. A feminine being of pure sex..."|SSYDrMifune1][$playerCdSelfPerception = 'slut'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3a']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["A woman. A femme person, looking their most desirable..."|SSYDrMifune1][$playerCdSelfPerception = 'woman'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3a']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["A crossdresser. Masculinity mixed with femininity..."|SSYDrMifune1][$playerCdSelfPerception = 'cd'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3a']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $SSYDrMifuneState is '3a'>>
You blushed after mentioning it. Never would you of thought yourself being this open about yourself, but in Dr Mifune you found someone who it came easy to the things that had been bottled within you for so long.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Isn't it simply fascinating the effect clothes can have on ourselves? Especially how they can reshape our identity in an instant. As someone who felt the need to hide your desire, I can only imagine how wonderful it felt during those short moments of time."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It's been such a strong part of me... almost my whole life."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Hmm, which is why it's so intriguing that you've embraced it so much more here at Grenton. How do you think that came about?"<br/><br/>
For a moment you held back, unsure whether you should say. Would telling Dr Mifune the truth count as snitching? You had a gut feeling you could trust in her; that everything said within these walls was between only you and her.<br/><br/>
After the brief hesitation, you explained your situation as best you could, how Keaton had figured you out as a crossdresser, and as you had mentioned, the opportunity to crossdress was too tempting to ignore. The event was a nerve-wracking experience, yet somehow you found an enjoyment in it that would be inexplicable to most people. In that way, it wasn't unlike your previous crossdressing experiences. It seemed like you were ready to embrace a whole new you, that was, until the ending.<br/><br/>
Dr Mifune was jotting down notes once again, taking considerable notice of that detail in particular. With some embarrassment, you told her about the chastity device you were now wearing. Still, she reacted to everything with complete acceptance. Part of you had wondered if she'd comment at all on the whole scenario Keaton arranged, whether or not it seemed shady or wrong, but she remained lazer focused on you.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "This really is fascinating. So it seems your crossdressing has escalated steadily over your life, before spiking dramatically here in Grenton. If anything, you used took event as a kind of 'push' to go far further than you ever had, but wanted."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I... suppose that's true."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Without Keaton's request being presented to you like it was, do you think you would of ever got to a point like this? In Grenton or otherwise?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["At some point, I think I would of came out the closet about it. I wouldn't of needed encouragement."|SSYDrMifune1][$playerCdAwakening = 'bySelfEventually'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3b']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I think I always would of needed some kind of push..."|SSYDrMifune1][$playerCdAwakening = 'neededPush'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3b']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $SSYDrMifuneState is '3b'>>
<<if $SSYDrMifuneState is '3b' and $playerCdAwakening is 'bySelfEventually'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "You must have a strong sense of self-assurance, after all, a male giving up any of their masculinity has been ingrained in many as something 'wrong' in our culture. To overcome that by yourself is very admirable."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It's taken a while for me to get there though."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $SSYDrMifuneState is '3b' and $playerCdAwakening is 'neededPush'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I can see why. Sometimes there's no overcoming our boundaries without encouragement of others, especially when that boundary is something harmless yet ingrained in us as 'wrong' by the culture we're raised in."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Even now after the fact, I still can't believe I actually did it..."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong. SSYDrMifuneState and playerCdAwakening loop.
<</if>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Has it been difficult to accept?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I... don't know. One minute I think I've accepted myself, the next I don't. Despite how it may look right now, this isn't easy for me yet. It's still all so new..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Well I have to say, your capability to present like this publicly is impressive, but I can hear in your voice it's still not easy for you. Are you able to say what you find so hard about it?"<br/><br/>
You gripped your hands before trying to form any words. Even with how open Dr Mifune was, you found it difficult to express.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I... thought after outing myself I'd finally accept this, I mean, I'd have to, right? But, when I... came..."<br/><br/>
From the floor you raised your eyes to look at hers. There was no ill judgment on her face, just the desire to learn more.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It's like... I was filled with shame. The same shame that's always held me back my whole life. And with it was this overwhelming feeling of disgust with myself. I suddenly needed to get rid of all the girly stuff on me... to show them I'm not what they just saw. Regret completely took over..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Regret? Overwhelming disgust? Please, I can see this is tough, but could you describe it just a little bit more?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It was like... this intense thought in my mind that was overriding all others. It was so clear, so painful. Telling myself how wrong I am. Filling me with embarrassment..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "And you had these thoughts only after orgasm?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Yes. Before that it was like my mind was urging the complete opposite. Goading me on. Telling me to... to..."<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">Stop!</span><br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["...be a sissy!"|SSYDrMifune1][$playerInnerVoicePerception = 'sissy'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3c']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["...be myself!"|SSYDrMifune1][$playerInnerVoicePerception = 'beMyself'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3c']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $SSYDrMifuneState is '3c' and $playerInnerVoicePerception is 'sissy'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "A sissy?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Sorry, I should explain, it's..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Oh no, please don't worry, I'm quite familiar with the term. It's just noteworthy that you labelled yourself as such."<br/><br/>
<<if $playerCdSelfPerception is 'slut'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It's the word that always felt the best description. I suppose I should say, when I transform, it's not just that I become a slut. I become a sissy."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerCdSelfPerception is 'woman'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It's the word that always felt the best description. I suppose I should say, when I transform, it's not just that I see myself as a woman. I see a sissy."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerCdSelfPerception is 'cd'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It's the word that always felt the best description. I suppose I should say, when I transform, it's not just that I'm a crossdresser. I'm a sissy."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong: SelfPerception - x12.
<</if>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I see."<br/><br/>
She paused for a moment to scribble more onto her pad. You looked to the floor, the surface of your cheeks simmered in discomfort at your admission. It was nice to get some of this off your chest; admitting things that deep down you had knew for so long, yet at the same time, it was still a struggle coming to terms with.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1Mifune1InnerThought2.jpg" alt="Image of you thinking about what it would be like to be like Dr Mifune." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
Dr Mifune placed a hand on your arm to give it a small, reassuring rub.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "$name, I know it's been a lot, but I hope you don't mind if we continue just a little longer. You've really been doing quite excellently. From what you've shared, I really think it's vital you're supported. I've actually worked before with someone who also identified as a sissy, so I hope you're finding me as someone suitable to talk with."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "You've... worked with a sissy?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "That's right! I don't want to give you a wrong idea though. Providing specific help for a sissy isn't exactly a science - there's sadly very little psychoanalytic research out there on them. From my experience so far, I've found the 'sissy' label to be a very broad descriptor, despite the relatively small subsection of people who identify as one. What one person sees as 'sissy behavior' can vary greatly from another."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I think I understand."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "One clear pattern I can already see though is that your emergent identity has a direct relationship with shame. Recent events caused you to confront major changes to your identity, so it's no wonder such thoughts have become much clearer in your mind."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "OK."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "$name, I need you to answer this with as sober a mind as possible. This is not the kind of question you could answer properly in any state of arousal. The thought of truly being a sissy... of doing what you think a sissy does... how does that make you feel?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["It makes me feel... pathetic."|SSYDrMifune1][$howSissyMakesPlayerFeel = 'pathetic'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3cSissy']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["It feels right."|SSYDrMifune1][$howSissyMakesPlayerFeel = 'feelsRight'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3cSissy']]</div><br/>
<<if $playerOrientation is 'gay'>><<else>><div class="choice">[["It's confusing - it makes me feel gay... but I don't think I am?"|SSYDrMifune1][$howSissyMakesPlayerFeel = 'gay'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3cSissy']]</div><br/><</if>>
<<elseif $SSYDrMifuneState is '3c' and $playerInnerVoicePerception is 'beMyself'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Be yourself?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It's like... I'm calling out myself. Saying that the regular me isn't the real one. I'm not a man... I'm a sissy."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "A sissy?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Sorry, I should explain, it's..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Oh no, please don't worry, I'm quite familiar with the term. It's just noteworthy that you labelled yourself as such."<br/><br/>
<<if $playerCdSelfPerception is 'slut'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It's the word that always felt the best description. I suppose I should say, when I transform, it's not just that I become a slut. I become a sissy."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerCdSelfPerception is 'woman'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It's the word that always felt the best description. I suppose I should say, when I transform, it's not just that I see myself as a woman. I see a sissy."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerCdSelfPerception is 'cd'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It's the word that always felt the best description. I suppose I should say, when I transform, it's not just that I'm a crossdresser. I'm a sissy."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong: SelfPerception - x13.
<</if>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I see."<br/><br/>
She paused for a moment to scribble more onto her pad. You looked to the floor, the surface of your cheeks simmered in discomfort at your admission. It was nice to get some of this off your chest; admitting things that deep down you had knew for so long, yet at the same time, it was still a struggle coming to terms with.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1Mifune1InnerThought2.jpg" alt="Image of you thinking about what it would be like to be like Dr Mifune." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
Dr Mifune placed a hand on your arm to give it a small, reassuring rub.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "$name, I know it's been a lot, but I hope you don't mind if we continue just a little longer. You've really been doing quite excellently. From what you've shared, I really think it's vital you're supported. I've actually worked before with someone who also called them self a sissy, so I hope you're finding me as someone suitable to talk with."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "You've... worked with a sissy?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "That's right! I don't want to give you a wrong idea though. Providing specific help for a sissy isn't exactly a science, there's sadly very little psychoanalytic research out there on them. From my experience so far, I've found the 'sissy' label to be a very broad descriptor, despite the relatively small subsection of people who identify as one. What one person sees as 'sissy behavior' can vary greatly from another."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I think I understand."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "One clear pattern I can already see though is that your emergent identity has a direct relationship with shame. Recent events caused you to confront major changes to your identity, so it's no wonder such thoughts have become much clearer in your mind."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "OK."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "$name, I need you to answer this with as sober a mind as possible. This is not the kind of question you could answer properly in any state of arousal. The thought of truly being a sissy... of doing what you think a sissy does... how does that make you feel?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["It makes me feel... pathetic."|SSYDrMifune1][$howSissyMakesPlayerFeel = 'pathetic'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3cSissy']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["It feels right."|SSYDrMifune1][$howSissyMakesPlayerFeel = 'feelsRight'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3cSissy']]</div><br/>
<<if $playerOrientation is 'gay'>><<else>><div class="choice">[["It's confusing - it makes me feel gay... but I don't think I am?"|SSYDrMifune1][$howSissyMakesPlayerFeel = 'gay'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3cSissy']]</div><br/><</if>>
<<elseif $SSYDrMifuneState is '3cSissy' and $howSissyMakesPlayerFeel is 'pathetic'>>
Dr Mifune responded with the same objective but friendly tone as always. While she came across as highly professional, you could sense an enthusiasm emanating from both her manner and the questions she asked. She was clearly genuine in her ambition to understand exactly how you perceived things.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "And why is that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Because even now you're too scared to admit your true desires... who you really are...</span><br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Submitting to others... serving superiors."|SSYDrMifune1][$howSissyMakesPlayerFeel2 = 'submitAndServeOthers'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3dSissy']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Being dressed like that... displaying myself as a slut to be used."|SSYDrMifune1][$howSissyMakesPlayerFeel2 = 'fuckToy'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3dSissy']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $SSYDrMifuneState is '3cSissy' and $howSissyMakesPlayerFeel is 'gay'>>
Dr Mifune responded with the same objective but friendly tone as always. While she came across as highly professional, you could sense an enthusiasm emanating from both her manner and the questions she asked. She was clearly genuine in her ambition to understand exactly how you perceived things.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "And what makes you think that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Because even now you're too scared to admit your true desires... who you really are...</span><br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Submitting to men... serving them, as a bottom only."|SSYDrMifune1][$howSissyMakesPlayerFeel2 = 'submitToMen'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3dSissy']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["It's just how people seem to judge guys who partake in that kind of thing."|SSYDrMifune1][$howSissyMakesPlayerFeel2 = 'peopleSeePlayerAsManDressedAsGirl'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3dSissy']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $SSYDrMifuneState is '3cSissy' and $howSissyMakesPlayerFeel is 'feelsRight'>>
Dr Mifune responded with the same objective but friendly tone as always. While she came across as highly professional, you could sense an enthusiasm emanating from both her manner and the questions she asked. She was clearly genuine in her ambition to understand exactly how you perceived things.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "And why is that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Because it's who you really are...</span><br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Giving in to others... Submitting to them..."|SSYDrMifune1][$howSissyMakesPlayerFeel2 = 'submitAndServeOthers'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3dSissy']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Being sexy... attractive... fuckable."|SSYDrMifune1][$howSissyMakesPlayerFeel2 = 'fuckToy'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3dSissy']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["To be the girl..."|SSYDrMifune1][$howSissyMakesPlayerFeel2 = 'getToBeTheGirl'; $SSYDrMifuneState = '3dSissy']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $SSYDrMifuneState is '3dSissy'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Thank you for answering all of this, I know it's a lot, but the insight you've shared with me today is going to be really helpful. You should be aware $name, that in these early stages we're only uncovering what you believe to be true. As someone figuring out such complex aspects of yourself, the conclusions you've reached right now might change as you explore further."<br/><br/>
Something about that sentiment rang true. Even saying these thoughts out loud, you knew it was difficult to truly quantify yourself in words. Many times before in your life you had tried to think these things out or at least make rational sense of your desires, but it was far too complicated. Being a sissy was driven by something that had no concern for what might be rational, or 'proper' behavior, or even what may or may not be best for you.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I think it's fair to say there's some kind of link here between your identity, your feelings of shame and perhaps also your sexuality. The background information I have regarding yourself is brief to say the least, but it there's a mention here that you're in a relationship with a woman - is that correct?"<br/><br/>
<<if $gfType is 'mentor'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Was in one. We broke up... while I've been in Grenton. We're still on good terms, but... well... in her own way $gf's still supportive of me."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "It's good to hear it wasn't too hard of a break."<br/><br/>
You hadn't spoke to $gf since the split. To be honest it was hard to truly process it properly whilst your sissy desires had taken over.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "What was your relationship like? I suppose what I really need to know in particular is... was it a sexual one?"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerVirgin is 'yes'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Our relationship? Well, we were... actually we still are... like best friends. But, no... we didn't have sex. I've... actually never had sex."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I see. And how long were you and $gf in a relationship?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "A few years."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Hmm... do you mind me asking, was there a reason you both weren't physically intimate?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Well... $gf was at a rock bottom in her life when we got to know each other. She didn't even want a boyfriend at the time, especially after things she had been through. Despite it all we spent a lot of time together and become closer. Physical intimacy though... that never really came up."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Why didn't you bring it up?"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerOrientation is 'gay'>>
Within Grenton you had already had plenty of time to think about your sexuality. Dr Mifune's openness gave you the nerve to share these feelings.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Because... because when I think about sex... it's always with... men."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "And you still stayed in a relationship with her knowing this?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It's just... all so confusing. In my fantasies, I don't really see myself having 'vanilla' sex with guys, only when I'm dressed up... only as a sissy. Am I truly gay if that's the only circumstance I'd have sex with men in?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Oh, I didn't mean that to sound in any way as a criticism. So you're only attracted to guys, but even though you acknowledge that, you only see yourself having sex with them as a sissy?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-yes."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerOrientation is 'straightButSissy'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I... I don't know. I love women, that's who I'm attracted too. But these urges makes things so much more confusing..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "The sissy side of you makes you doubt yourself?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I guess. I truly don't understand why though! I only see myself dating girls... it's hard to imagine falling in love with anyone other than a woman... but when I'm turned on by sissy thoughts... it's like... this need I have to serve men. Not so much an attraction to them, but a need that has to be acted upon."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "How curious! So you still feel straight, despite such thoughts at arousal?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-yes."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $playerVirgin is 'no'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Our relationship was great. She was like both my girlfriend and my best friend. Our sex life was pretty healthy, I think? The sissy desires complicated things a little, but other than that, things seemed fine."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Until now? When you felt a need to explore them?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I guess I felt I had to. If not now, when?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I understand. It's difficult to keep parts of us buried, especially if the urge to explore them keeps growing. Have you had sex as a sissy before? Or any kind of sex with a man, even?"<br/><br/>
For some reason, this question felt more forward than the others, despite that not actually being the case.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "N-neither..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Is that something you want?"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerOrientation is 'bi'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It's... hard to explain. I still like girls, I don't even think about guys like that usually, but just the thought of being a sissy turns me on, and that includes the men in those thoughts too."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "That's quite fascinating! So you're attracted to men and women, but only like men when you picture yourself as a sissy?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-yes."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerOrientation is 'straightButSissy'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I really don't understand it myself. I love women - in fact, I can't even see myself dating a guy! But when I'm turned on by thoughts of sissy urges... it's like... this undeniable need I have to serve men. Not so much an attraction to them, but a need that has to be acted upon."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "How curious! So you feel straight, despite such thoughts during arousal?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-yes."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $gfType is 'open'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Yes. I only just opened up to her about this side of me, but she's been really supportive. She knew all about Keaton's event though and was OK with it."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "An open relationship?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'm not sure we'd call it that... but, sort of? Actually, she recently let me know... she's sort of got a thing for sissies."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Really? Surely you must feel lucky knowing that! I mean, it must help to know she accepts this side of you, at least in some way?"<br/><br/>
Accept might not be the word. If $gf's browser history was anything to go by, your sissy side was far more than just accepted by her. She had looked very excited when you shared your secret with her.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "What was your relationship like? I suppose what I really need to know right now is, was it a sexual one?"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerVirgin is 'yes'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Our relationship... well, we're like best friends. But, no... we haven't had sex. Actually... I've never had sex."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I see. And how long were you and $gf in a relationship?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "A few years..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Hmm... do you mind me asking, was there a reason you both weren't physically intimate?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Well... $gf was at rock bottom in life when we got to know each other. She didn't even want a boyfriend at the time after things she had been through, but despite it all we spent a lot of time together and become closer. Physical intimacy... that never really came up. And we didn't talk about the sissy side of things until I was in here."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Why didn't you bring up sex at all?"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerOrientation is 'gay'>>
During your stay at Grenton you had already had plenty of time to think about your sexuality, and being open about it with a professional like Dr Mifune somehow didn't feel like as big a deal as it would have before...<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Because... because when I think about sex... it's always with... men."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "And you still stayed in a relationship with her knowing this?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It's just... all so confusing. In my fantasies, I don't really see myself having 'vanilla' sex with guys, only when I'm dressed up... only as a sissy. Am I truly gay if that's the only circumstance I'd have sex with men in?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Oh, I didn't mean that to sound as a criticism. So, you're only attracted to guys, but even that, you only see yourself having sex with them as a sissy?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-yes."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "And you said $gf was excited learning you were a sissy. Even with that, you don't think you have a sexual relationship?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I... I wouldn't ever be able to have sex with her as a guy... you know, top her."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerOrientation is 'straightButSissy'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I... I don't know. I love women, that's who I'm attracted too. But these urges makes things so much more confusing..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "The sissy side of you makes you doubt yourself?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I suppose. I don't know why though! I only see myself dating girls, but when I'm turned on by sissy thoughts... it's like... I've got this need to serve men. Not an attraction to them so much as a desire to act upon."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Fascinating. So you feel straight, despite such thoughts at arousal?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-yes."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "And you said $gf was excited knowing you were a sissy. So even with your worries, do you think you could have a sexual relationship with her as a sissy?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I haven't thought about it much but... if she really was into the idea... it may or may not be possible..."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $playerVirgin is 'no'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Our relationship is great! Our sex life was healthy enough, it's just that my sissy desires complicate things a little. I'm really lucky she's letting me explore them after I told her."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "And you also decided to do Keaton's event too? So you felt a need to explore them right away?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I guess... I mean, I checked with $gf and she was OK with it. Very OK with it, I think."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "You circumstance really is exceptional, in a good way it seems! May I ask, have you had sex as a sissy before? Or with a man, even?"<br/><br/>
For some reason, you felt startled at this question, as if it were more forward than the others, despite that not actually being the case.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "N-neither!"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Is that something you want?"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerOrientation is 'bi'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It's... hard to explain. I still like girls, I don't even think about guys like that usually, but I'm turned on by sissy thoughts, and that includes the men in them."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Fascinating. So you're attracted to men and women, but only like men when you picture yourself as a sissy?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-yes."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerOrientation is 'straightButSissy'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I don't really understand it myself. I love women, and I can't even see myself dating a guy. But when I'm turned on by sissy thoughts... it's like... a need to serve men. Not an attraction to them."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Fascinating. So you feel straight, despite such thoughts at arousal?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-yes."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $gfType is 'cuck'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Yes. She has no idea about this side of me... I couldn't bring myself to tell her. I know for a fact she wouldn't like it."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Oh no! And of course, you feeling that she wouldn't like such an aspect of yourself would no doubt contribute to any feelings of shame. I imagine that only adds to your difficulties with self-acceptance?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I don't know what I was thinking... I guess I deluded myself into feeling I could do Keaton's event and that would be it... get this urge out of my system or something. I don't know anymore..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "What was your relationship like? I suppose what I really need to know right now is, was it a sexual one?"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerVirgin is 'yes'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Our relationship... well, we're companions. But, no... we haven't had sex. Actually... I've never had sex."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Hmm, and how long were you and $gf in a relationship?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "A few years."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Interesting. Do you mind me asking, was there a reason you were never physically intimate with each other?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Well... $gf was at rock bottom in life when we became a couple. She didn't even want a boyfriend at the time, especially after things she had been through, but despite it all we spent a lot of time together and become closer. Physical intimacy... that never really came up. And we didn't talk about the sissy side of things, obviously."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Why didn't you bring up sex at all?"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerOrientation is 'gay'>>
Within Grenton you had already had plenty of time to think about your sexuality. Dr Mifune's openness gave you the nerve to share these feelings.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Because... because when I think about sex... it's always with... men."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "And you still stayed in a relationship with her knowing this?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It's just... all so confusing. In my fantasies, I don't really see myself having 'vanilla' sex with guys, only when I'm dressed up... only as a sissy. Am I truly gay if that's the only circumstance I'd have sex with men in?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Oh, I didn't mean that to sound in any way as a criticism. So you're only attracted to guys, but even though you acknowledge that, you only see yourself having sex with them as a sissy?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-yes."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerOrientation is 'straightButSissy'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I... I don't know. I love women, that's who I feel attracted too. But these urges makes things so much more confusing..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "The sissy side of you makes you doubt yourself?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I suppose. I don't understand why though! I only see myself dating girls, but when I'm turned on by sissy urges... it's like... a need to serve men. Not an attraction to them, but a desire to act upon."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "How curious! So you feel straight, despite such thoughts at arousal?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-yes."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $playerVirgin is 'no'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Our relationship was great. She was like both my girlfriend and my best friend. Our sex life was healthy, I think. The sissy desires complicated things a little, but other than that, things seemed fine."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Until now? When you felt a need to explore them?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I guess I felt I had to. If not now, when?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I understand. It's difficult to let parts of us be buried without at least trying to explore them. Have you had sex as a sissy before? Or with a man, even?"<br/><br/>
For some reason, you felt startled at this question, as if it were more forward than the others, despite that not actually being the case.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "N-neither!"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Is that something you want?"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerOrientation is 'bi'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It's... hard to explain. I still like girls, and I don't even think about guys like that usually! I'm turned on by sissy thoughts though, and that includes the thoughts of serving men."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Fascinating. So you're attracted to men and women, but only men when you picture yourself as a sissy?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-yes."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerOrientation is 'straightButSissy'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I don't really understand it myself. I love women, and I can't even see myself dating a guy. But when I'm turned on by sissy thoughts... it's like... a need to serve men. Not an attraction to them."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Fascinating. So you feel straight, despite such thoughts at arousal?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-yes."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $gfType is 'unknown'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Yes, I am. At least I think I am. We haven't spoke much since I got in here."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Oh... so she didn't know about any of your recent changes?"<br/><br/>
Not at all. You had ignored her completely as you began indulging your sissy side properly. You dwelled for a moment in silence at the thought of what a bad boyfriend you had been.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "What was your relationship like? I suppose what I really need to know right now is, was it a sexual one?"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerVirgin is 'yes'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Our relationship... well, we're companions. But, no... we haven't had sex. Actually, I've... never had it."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I see. And how long were you and $gf in a relationship?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "A few years..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Interesting. Do you mind me asking, was there a reason you both were never physically intimate?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Well... $gf was at rock bottom in life when we got to know each other. She didn't even want a boyfriend at the time after the things she had been through, but despite it all we spent a lot of time together and become closer. Physical intimacy... that never really came up. And we didn't talk about the sissy side of things until I was in here."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Why didn't you bring up sex at all?"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerOrientation is 'gay'>>
Within Grenton you had already had plenty of time to think about your sexuality. Dr Mifune's openness gave you the nerve to share these feelings.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Because... because when I think about sex... it's always with... men."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "And you still stayed in a relationship with her knowing this?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It's just... all so confusing. In my fantasies, I don't really see myself having 'vanilla' sex with guys, only when I'm dressed up... only as a sissy. Am I truly gay if that's the only circumstance I'd have sex with men in?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Oh, I didn't mean that to sound in any way as a criticism. So you're only attracted to guys, but even though you acknowledge that, you only see yourself having sex with them as a sissy?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-yes."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerOrientation is 'straightButSissy'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I... I don't know. I love women, that's who I'm attracted too. But these urges makes things so much more confusing..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "The sissy side of you makes you doubt yourself?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I suppose. I don't know why though! I only see myself dating girls, but when I'm turned on by sissy thoughts... it's like... a need to serve men. Not an attraction to them."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Fascinating. So you feel straight, despite having such thoughts at arousal?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-yes."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $playerVirgin is 'no'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Our relationship was great. She was like both my girlfriend and my best friend. Our sex life was healthy, I think. The sissy desires complicated things a little, but other than that, things seemed fine."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Until now? When you felt more of a need to explore them?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I guess I felt I had to. If not now, when?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I understand. It's difficult to let parts of us be buried without at least trying to explore them. Have you had sex as a sissy before? Or with a man, even?"<br/><br/>
For some reason, you felt startled at this question, as if it were more forward than the others, despite that not actually being the case.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "N-neither!"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Is that something you want?"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerOrientation is 'bi'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It's... hard to explain. I still like girls, I don't even think about guys like that usually, but I'm turned on by sissy thoughts, including the men in them."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "How curious! So you're attracted to men and women, but only see yourself having sex with men when you are a sissy?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-yes."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerOrientation is 'straightButSissy'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I don't really understand it myself. I love women, and I can't even see myself dating a guy. But when I'm turned on by sissy thoughts... it's like... a need to serve men. Not an attraction to them."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Fascinating. So you feel straight, despite such thoughts at arousal?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-yes."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[[Continue|SSYDrMifune1][$SSYDrMifuneState = '3eSissy']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $SSYDrMifuneState is '3eSissy'>>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "$name... your ability to share with me today has truly been impressive. I'm so sorry for making our first conversation such an intensively clinical one, but today has been a real privilege for me! It's rare to speak so candidly with someone like you; I imagine your openness is associated with your recent embrace of your budding identity."<br/><br/>
You couldn't help blushing a little in response to her words. Honestly, it was mostly the earnest demeanor of Dr Mifune that made it easy to talk so freely. If there was anyone who could help you understand yourself better, surely it was her?<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I think I may have learned enough to begin helping you already. However, please bear in mind what I said earlier - there is so little scientific literature on the type of experience you've described. In any way I guide you, I need it to be clear to you that it is only based on what I believe at the current time, which in turn is only based in the very small amount of data there is out there. In fact, in the process of providing help to you, I'm also hoping to understand sissies in more depth myself. Knowing that, would you want to hear guidance from me?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "P-please do..."<br/><br/>
She glanced quickly at her notes with an assured smile; one last minute check before she would share her conclusions with you.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "OK. So the first major thing I think we can focus on is that sudden crash in your desires, not just the one you experienced at the event, but also the other negative reactions you described. This is a frequently reported phenomena not only among sissies, but from many people who partake in subservient sexual roles. The kink community refer to it as 'sub drop'. It is the oncoming unpleasant, perhaps even depressing feeling, that comes after indulging sexual situations, that can have a humiliating, or powerless aspect to them; occurring at it's most intense when arousal ends. Do you follow me?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I think so..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Consider this. Everyone has a base level of mood as they live out their day to day lives. Our mood only dramatically changes in certain situations, a common one being sexual arousal. When aroused, huge amounts of endorphins and adrenaline are released in the body. Because of your specific desires and how little you have gotten to indulge them, far more of these chemicals are coursing through you when you finally engage in sissy activity, providing you with a feeling of euphoria. For you, the highs are so high that when you 'come down' and all those pleasure hormones suddenly leave your system, you are experiencing a far more dramatic return to baseline than regular people."<br/><br/>
Already it was impressive even to hear someone attempt to explain what you had been going through your whole life. You hung on Dr Mifune's every word.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Now that wouldn't be difficult to manage by itself, but in your case, as it seems to be with many sissies, it's coupled with shameful feelings associated with being a sissy. When you 'return to baseline', your sense of shame feels like it's been amplified within you, making you behave in a way to quite literally need to remove the femininity from yourself... your clothes, your make up, mannerisms etc. I can't quite tell if shame plays a part in fueling your desire or not, maybe that's something we can explore in another session, but regardless of it does, you can see how this becomes one very potent cycle; one that tugs you back and forth endlessly between experiencing pleasure, and fiercely resisting it. I know this isn't the easiest thing to take in, allow me to explain in more detail..."<br/><br/>
She raised both of her hands into the air, a single finger pointed out on each. She wiggled one finger to make you pay attention to it.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span>"This is your shame. It's a tremendously strong feeling that reasserts every time time you 'comedown'. That's the overwhelming sensation you feel most intensely after arousal, and at that time it's one powerful enough to drown out your other desires. Shame plays a huge part in controlling our behavior. But, as time goes by... "<br/><br/>
Her other finger began moving away from the first as she continued to explain...<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span>"...those overwhelmed feelings escape the bounds of shame, and as they do, you can feel them intensify again as urges. These are the major emotions that are having such an influence on you. What I personally think makes it most difficult for you, and many sissies, is that both your shame and desires are perfectly valid. We still live in a judgmental society where most males have a pressure on them to behave a certain way. Your shame likely works in overdrive to try and stop you from engaging in activities that could potentially lead to you being stigmatized. But the desires you want, despite what anyone else may think, are perfectly fine, and deep down you know this too. What is wrong with a consenting adult to do what you desire? Nothing! That is why you keep feeling this urge to engage in it. And so the cycle repeats, on and on."<br/><br/>
The two fingers were brought back together again, before she brought her hands back down. She looked into your eyes, hoping to see signs you understood her.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Wow... that's a lot to take in. So it's the sub-drop you mentioned that I need to manage?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I believe so, yes! My best judgment so far tells me it's one of the main aspects that make being a sissy feel so difficult. I'm not sure if you're aware of purging? That's when a sissy attempts to fully stop sissy activities cold turkey, including throw away all their clothes, and sissy items. It can be very costly and emotionally distressing. It seems like sub-drop is the likely explanation for that kind of behavior. And of course, it explains your negative feelings at the end of that event."<br/><br/>
It was difficult to truly comprehend all this right now. You let out a heavy, exhaled breath; astonished by the level of insight Dr Mifune appeared to have. She seemed incredibly passionate about sharing her findings on you, which she did so with a professional confidence. It was almost like when a TV show detective shares their deductions about someone with such an incredible level of introspective accuracy that even their subject didn't realize about themselves.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "So $name, regardless of what you want to do next, for better or worse it seems shame has a hold on you. You mentioned wearing a chastity device? Obviously, that could act as a very strong deterrent for sub-drop occurring anytime soon. It seems you had at least some understanding it may help you in this kind of way."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Dr Mifune... I'm not sure what to say..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Oh? I hope that wasn't too overwhelming for you! Sorry, I do have a habit of getting carried away with this kind of thing..."<br/><br/>
She laughed into her hand again before raising her drink to her lips.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "No... well, it's just, I've never had anyone I felt I could get answers from like this... you've given me a lot to think about. Thank you."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Awwww, that's OK. Hopefully this can be a starting point we can build from as we work together! I think it's best we stop for today though. I imagine this has probably been enough for you to handle for now, am I right?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "J-just a bit. So... I really need to figure out how to deal with shame?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "It seems so. Like I said, the chastity device should make it easier now, though it doesn't rule out similar feelings occurring again. Here, I want you to take this..."<br/><br/>
She ripped a page out of her notepad and passed it over to you, pinched between fingers tipped with purple, glittery nails. Dr Mifune obviously enjoyed embracing femininity to a degree too, surely that would only help her provide insight into yourself. As you took it from her, you noticed a neatly written set of notes.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "That's my interpretation of your current mindset, broken down into some psychological complexes I've observed. Now, it's not a complete picture of who you are by any means, and please keep in mind the complexes themselves aren't scientific. Simply consider them as the factors that I believe play some kind of role in your behaviors and identity. Having them written down like this should aid you when it comes to considering them."<br/><br/>
<span class="notepaper">
$name,<br/><br/>
Complex: Sissyhood (Emergent)<br/>
A fundamental aspect of $name's personality that comes with a strong urge to be explored.<br/><br/>
<<if $playerVirgin is 'yes'>>
<<if $howSissyMakesPlayerFeel is 'pathetic' or $howSissyMakesPlayerFeel2 is 'submitToMen' or $howSissyMakesPlayerFeel2 is 'submitAndServeOthers'>>
Complex: Beta Virgin mentality<br/><<set $playerComplexVirginMentality to 'betaVirgin'>>
Shame regarding crossdressing urges combined with a sense of personal inadequacy make up another fundamental aspect. Sissy desires may be more enticing because it offers a specific role for someone who feels some kind of inferiority.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Complex: Virgin mentality<br/><<set $playerComplexVirginMentality to 'virgin'>>
Virginity may not be a cause of sissy desires, but likely forms another fundamental aspect of personality. Virginity may act as a mental barrier that makes sissy urges, or any kind of sex, difficult to act upon, despite how much $name may or may not fantasize about actually doing them.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $playerVirgin is 'no'>>
Complex: Sissy Virgin mentality<br/><<set $playerComplexVirginMentality to 'sissyVirginOnly'>>
Though $name is sexually experienced, they have never engaged properly in sexual activity as a sissy, and any urges to do so go away after arousal. This acts as another fundamental aspect of their personality. It is a mental barrier they will have to decide for themselves how to push through.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerCdReason is 'turnOn'>>
Complex (Core of femininity): Self-objectification<br/><<set $playerComplexFeminineReason to 'selfObjectification'>>
The most prominent aspect that can be identified as to $name's relationship to their femininity and desire to explore it. Their transformation could be seen as a way of turning themselves into the ultimate desirable form, as imagined in their own fantasises, or their perception of what others desire.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerCdReason is 'beingFemme'>>
Complex (Core of femininity): Natural Effeminate<br/><<set $playerComplexFeminineReason to 'naturalBornFemme'>>
The most prominent aspect that can be identified as to $name's relationship to their femininity and desire to explore it. A completely natural desire to feel feminine and enjoy femininity for it's own sake. Most likely unexplored due to the social pressure for men to reject such desires.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerCdReason is 'involUrge'>>
<<if $playerCdSelfPerception is 'slut' or $playerCdSelfPerception is 'cd'>>
Complex (Core of femininity): Self-objectification<br/><<set $playerComplexFeminineReason to 'selfObjectification'>>
The most prominent aspect that can be identified as to $name's relationship to their femininity and desire to explore it. Their transformation could be seen as a way of turning themselves into the ultimate desirable form, as imagined in their own fantasises, or their perception of what others desire.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerCdSelfPerception is 'woman'>>
Complex (Core of femininity): Natural Effeminate<br/><<set $playerComplexFeminineReason to 'naturalBornFemme'>>
The most prominent aspect that can be identified as to $name's relationship to their femininity and desire to explore it. A completely natural desire to feel feminine and enjoy femininity for it's own sake. Most likely unexplored due to the social pressure for men to reject such desires.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $howSissyMakesPlayerFeel is 'pathetic'>>
Complex (Possible Shame Source): Inferiority complex<br/><<set $playerComplexShameSource1 to 'inferiorityComplex'>>
A potential cause of $name's shame may be that their identity, urges and desires makes them feel inferior to others.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $howSissyMakesPlayerFeel is 'gay'>>
Complex (Possible Shame Source): Internalized Social Stigma<br/><<set $playerComplexShameSource1 to 'internalizedSocialStigma'>>
A potential cause of $name's shame may be their personal feeling that society negativly judges the activities they desire. Even in the more open society of today, negative attitudes against those who do not fit into hetero-normative categories exists. It also wasn't long ago that society was far less progressive, and growing up in such an environment could lead to interalized negative associations, and an innate instinct to avoid exploring their true desires.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $howSissyMakesPlayerFeel is 'feelsRight'>>
Complex (Possible Shame Source): Slut Shame<br/><<set $playerComplexShameSource1 to 'slutShame'>>
One cause of $name's shame may be routed in slut shaming. While in the moment sissy urges may feel right to them, after indulging them, the social stigma of being a sissy and a slut may have caused an underlying sense of shame attached to them.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerCdAwakening is 'neededPush'>>
<<if $howSissyMakesPlayerFeel2 is 'submitAndServeOthers' or $howSissyMakesPlayerFeel2 is 'fuckToy' or $howSissyMakesPlayerFeel2 is 'submitToMen'>>
Complex (Possible Shame Source): Ultra-Submissive<br/><<set $playerComplexShameSource2 to 'ultraSubmissive'>>
$name displays a desire to serve others, and a need for other's to make them do it. An erotic desire to give up themselves to others may be a source of shame.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $howSissyMakesPlayerFeel2 is 'peopleSeePlayerAsManDressedAsGirl' or $howSissyMakesPlayerFeel2 is 'getToBeTheGirl'>>
Complex (Possible Shame Source): Submissive<br/><<set $playerComplexShameSource2 to 'submissive'>>
$name displays a desire to be obedient to others, perhaps in the hopes of validation. An erotic desire to do so may be a source of shame.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $playerCdAwakening is 'bySelfEventually'>>
<<if $howSissyMakesPlayerFeel2 is 'submitAndServeOthers' or $howSissyMakesPlayerFeel2 is 'fuckToy' or $howSissyMakesPlayerFeel2 is 'submitToMen'>>
Complex (Possible Shame Source): Submissive<br/><<set $playerComplexShameSource2 to 'submissive'>>
$name displays a desire to be obedient to others, perhaps in the hopes of validation. An erotic desire to do so may be a source of shame.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $howSissyMakesPlayerFeel2 is 'peopleSeePlayerAsManDressedAsGirl' or $howSissyMakesPlayerFeel2 is 'getToBeTheGirl'>>
Complex (Possible Shame Source): Emasculation<br/><<set $playerComplexShameSource2 to 'emasculation'>>
$name displays a desire to be feminine, so far through crossdressing. The negative social stigma from how parts of society have viewed crossdressers may be a source of shame.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<br/>
</span><br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "This is... wow, is all of this true?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "That's probably not the best way to look at it, consider it more of a place to start from. Working together we may be able to uncover more mental breakthroughs, and hopefully build a better understanding of yourself. But please remember, this approach is still experimental at best."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It's in way more in depth than I ever expected..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "It's an attempt to put definitions on what you think and feel. Hopefully it can help at least help you identify the conflicting urges within you. For example, instead of feeling overwhelming shame, you now might find yourself able to comprehend where it is coming from, or what is causing it. Is it useful shame or is it shame that is routed in misconceptions? Does it help you avoid bad situations, or is it holding you back? Shame is a complicated emotion - it's up to you to determine how to deal with it."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I think I get it. This is a lot to think about... thanks again, Dr Mifune."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "You're welcome! Though I'm thankful too. Your keenness to overcome your hangups and explore this part of yourself is something I wish more people had. It would be a real pleasure to learn more by working with you, $name. I take it you're happy to continue?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Yes, definitely!"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Well then. To our... working relationship?"<br/><br/>
She held out her hand with a sweet little smile on her face. It felt less like a professional agreement and more like the endearing moment when someone asks you to become their friend. You took her hand to shake it.<br/>
<span class="bondHeader mifuneBondHeader">BOND MADE WITH DR MIFUNE</span>
<span class="bond mifuneBond">
Dr Mifune and yourself will work together, to gain a greater insight into what makes you tick, and help you live out your desires!
<span class="bondPerkHeader">Bond Perk:</span> <span class="bondPerk">Mindset revelations</span>
</span>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "Hopefully this is just the start to some wonderful discoveries for both of us."<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Continue|SSYDrMifune1][$SSYDrMifuneState = '3fSissy'; $mifuneBondLevel = 1]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $SSYDrMifuneState is '3fSissy'>>
It had be an intense experience. Never in your wildest dreams would you of imagined a professional being able to help you work through this side of yourself, especially with such insight. You could feel the session was about to wind down as you both finished your drinks.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "So... what should I do next?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I think we need a decent break for you to continue exploring yourself, then we can reconvene and discuss more. It seems like you're set up to push further through the shame you felt prior, if you want to do that of course."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "OK..."<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "The complexes that I described... you might want to try dwelling on them by yourself from time to time. It's not me who can completely tell you who you are. Your own thoughts and actions will be what defines what is true. Oh, and don't forget, while the members of Grenton may not be able to offer you the same kind of help that I can, forming bonds with them could also help you too. It's worth reaching out to others."<br/><br/>
She stood up to lead you back to the corridor. A womanly, sweet scent filled your senses as she came closer to you to do so. It seemed she noticed how pleasurable you found the smell, and grinned at you with her now charmingly familiar smile. Confident, smart, beautiful... it was hard not to admire her.<br/><br/>
<span class="mifune">Dr Mifune:</span> "I'm looking forward to our next talk, $name. Just take things one step at a time, alright? See you next time."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'll try. Bye!"<br/><br/>
The door closed behind you. You were suddenly struck by how the cold atmosphere of Grenton paled in comparison to the welcoming setting of Dr Mifune's office. After exiting the clinic area, you caught an inhabitant's eye. It seemed you were being looked for.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Ah, there you are. Keaton wants to speak with you. Ergh, it's getting late though. Y'know what, just make sure you visit him first thing tomorrow."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh... um, alright."<br/><br/>
The man walked away without another word. Even now, the customs of Grenton were strange.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Continue|SSYmessRoom][$ap = 0; $DrMifuneVisited = 1; $enforceDwellState = 1; $KeatonVisitState = 1; $mindsetUnlocked = 1; $shameActive = 1; $jessicaState = 1; $cageDreamState = 1]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><img src="images/locations/library.jpg" alt="library" class="storyImage"><<nobr>>
<<if $ssy1PlayerGotJaviersBook is 1 and $aKingsTrueCallingBookRead is 0>>
There's no better place than here to do a bit of reading. 'The Reins of the Golden Bramble' book could be worth checking out, or you could read something else instead.<br/><br/>
<div class="centerLinks">
[[Sit down to read 'The Reins of the Golden Bramble: A King's True Calling'.|readAKingsTrueCalling]]
</div><br/>
<<elseif $libraryEventToday is 0 and $ssy1JavierOfficerObserved is 1 and $ssy1PlayerGotJaviersBook is 0>>
The library's collection of books looks intimidatingly immense now that you want to find something specfic. If you're going to find the book Javier was reading, you'd need the library officer's help... or you could blow it off and do read something else.<br/><br/>
<div class="centerLinks">
[[Ask the Library Officer about the book Javier was reading.|ssy1javiersBookConvo]]
</div><br/>
<<else>>
Despite everything that's happened, the library never changes. While you get the odd glance of curiosity mixed with confusion, people here are more concerned with reading than anything else.<br/><br/>
You can't help but feel it will be harder to concentrate on reading these days, but you might try all the same.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="centerLinks">
<<if $ap gt 0>>
What will you read?<br/>
[[Read something with charismatic and endearing characters.|SSYreadCharm][$charmStat += 1]]<br/>
[[Read an autobiography of someone daring.|SSYreadCourage][$courageStat += 1]]<br/>
[[Read the naughty stuff.|SSYreadPerv][$pervStat += 1]]<br/><br/>
<<else>>
At the moment though you're far too exhausted. Reading would be pointless in this state.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Wednesday' or Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Thursday' or Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Monday' or Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Saturday'>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>
Khan is sat by himself at one of the desks, looks like he is studying.<br/>
[[Speak to Khan.|KhanLibrarySSY]]<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
</div>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<img src="images/locations/gym.jpg" alt="gym" class="storyImage">
The 'gym' isn't an official. Just a room with some pipes on the ceiling which people can do pull ups on. A few makeshift items have been used to make some homemade dumbbells and weights.<br/><br/>
A CD player on the side can be used to do the buzz test - a stamina training, running exercise. There's also a short bench to do squats, and some mats which you could plank on.<br/><br/>
<span class="bro">Bro: </span>"Here for the ultimate girl bod? Most ladies tend to stick with planks and squats, but there's a sizeable number who like to get buff too! Just make sure that's the kind of look you really want - it's tough to reverse! And no matter what aesthetic you're going for, a little endurance training will always be beneficial."<br/><br/>
<<if $ap gt 0>>
<div class="centerLinks">
[[Do strength excerises.|SSYstrength]]<br/>
[[Do the buzz test.|SSYbuzz test]]<br/>
[[Use the mats to plank.|SSYplank]]<br/>
[[Use the bench to do squats.|SSYsquat]]<br/><br/>
</div>
<<else>>
You're too exhausted to use the gym. Exercising while this tired won't do anything.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="centerLinks">
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
</div>
<</nobr>><img src="images/locations/commissary.jpg" alt="commissary" class="storyImageFlat"><<nobr>>
<span class="male">Shopkeeper:</span> "Hey. Might need to expand the store with your type around here now. Check back now and then. Anything I can get you?"<br/><br/>
<div class="shopItem">
<div class="shopItemImg"><img src="images/shop/eggs.jpg"></div>
<div class="shopItemDesc">
<span class="shopItemName">Eggs</span><br/>
Nice and fresh</div>
<div class="shopItemBuy">
<<if $playerInventory.has('Eggs')>><span class="shopPurchasedLabel">Purchased</span>
<<else>>
<<if $money gte 15>>
<<link "Buy">>
<<set $money -= 15>>
<<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Eggs'>>
<<goto "SSYCommissary">>
<</link>>
<br/><span class="moneyCostLabel">$15</span>
<<else>><span class="shopCantAffordLabel">Can't afford</span>
<</if>>
<</if>>
</div></div><br/>
<div class="shopItem">
<div class="shopItemImg"><img src="images/shop/bacon.jpg"></div>
<div class="shopItemDesc">
<span class="shopItemName">Bacon</span><br/>
Streaky and smokey
</div>
<div class="shopItemBuy">
<<if $playerInventory.has('Bacon')>><span class="shopPurchasedLabel">Purchased</span>
<<else>>
<<if $money gte 20>>
<<link "Buy">>
<<set $money -= 20>>
<<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Bacon'>>
<<goto "SSYCommissary">>
<</link>>
<br/><span class="moneyCostLabel">$20</span>
<<else>><span class="shopCantAffordLabel">Can't afford</span>
<</if>>
<</if>>
</div></div><br/>
<div class="shopItem">
<div class="shopItemImg"><img src="images/shop/paper.jpg"></div>
<div class="shopItemDesc">
<span class="shopItemName">Small piece of paper</span><br/>
Use to summarize hints</div>
<div class="shopItemBuy">
<<if $playerInventory.has('Paper')>><span class="shopPurchasedLabel">Purchased</span>
<<else>>
<<if $money gte 25>>
<<link "Buy">>
<<set $money -= 25>>
<<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Paper'>>
<<goto "SSYCommissary">>
<</link>>
<br/><span class="moneyCostLabel">$25</span>
<<else>><span class="shopCantAffordLabel">Can't afford</span>
<</if>>
<</if>>
</div></div><br/>
<<if $SSYNateState is 1 and $boughtMahonCheese is not 1>>
<div class="shopItem">
<div class="shopItemImg"><img src="images/shop/mahonCheese.jpg"></div>
<div class="shopItemDesc">
<span class="shopItemName">Mahon cheese</span><br/>
A well-sized wedge</div>
<div class="shopItemBuy">
<<if $playerInventory.has('Mahon cheese')>><span class="shopPurchasedLabel">Purchased</span>
<<else>>
<<if $money gte 40>>
<<link "Buy">>
<<set $money -= 40>>
<<set $boughtMahonCheese = 1>>
<<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Mahon cheese'>>
<<goto "SSYCommissary">>
<</link>>
<br/><span class="moneyCostLabel">$40</span>
<<else>><span class="shopCantAffordLabel">Can't afford</span>
<</if>>
<</if>>
</div></div><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $taskMaidToOrderState is 3 and $boughtSoftDarkMaterial is not 1>>
<div class="shopItem">
<div class="shopItemImg"><img src="images/shop/softDarkMaterial.jpg"></div>
<div class="shopItemDesc">
<span class="shopItemName">Soft, dark toned material</span><br/>
A high quality roll of textiles
</div>
<div class="shopItemBuy">
<<if $playerInventory.has('Soft and dark material')>><span class="shopPurchasedLabel">Purchased</span>
<<else>>
<<if $money gte 50>>
<<link "Buy">>
<<set $money -= 50>>
<<set $boughtSoftDarkMaterial = 1>>
<<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Soft and dark material'>>
<<goto "SSYCommissary">>
<</link>>
<br/><span class="moneyCostLabel">$50</span>
<<else>><span class="shopCantAffordLabel">Can't afford</span>
<</if>>
<</if>>
</div></div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="centerLinks">
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
</div>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $ssy1JavierLookoutNeeded is 0>>
<<set $ssy1JavierLookoutNeeded to 1>>
<img src="images/locations/officers.jpg" alt="officers room" class="storyImage"><br/>
You gingerly opened the door and peeked inside to a completely deserted work station. Despite going by this room countless times, you had rarely seen an officer around here.<br/><br/>
It seemed they typically worked the areas requiring security the most: the visitor room, the entrances and Grenton's borders. You wouldn't be surprised if the understaffing issues Dr Mifune had mentioned extended to them as well. It would explain their meager presence.<br/><br/>
A short, narrow corridor connected this room to another in the back area, one with a front wall entirely made of thick glass, and an especially secure looking door. LED lights from servers twinkled behind the windows - this was definitely the office that Javier worked.<br/><br/>
As you took a step forward, a voice came from behind you.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Officer: </span>"HEY! What are you doing here?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Huh!? Oh, um-"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Officer: </span>"Get out. Go! If I find you in here again, there'll be trouble."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-yes Officer, s-sorry."<br/><br/>
Just your luck - the <em>one</em> time an officer shows up around here and it just happened to be when you were scouting it. You still need a good look at the place so you can properly prepare, but even if the odds are good, you can't rely again on the sheer chance nobody will be there next time.<br/><br/>
You'd need a lookout. There were spots to hide in here, but only if you had enough warning - with someone keeping an eye out for you, they could alert you of anyone incoming quick enough for you to conceal yourself. Now you just had to find someone who could help...<br/><br/>
[[Leave|SSYmessRoom]]<br/>
<<else>>
<img src="images/locations/officers.jpg" alt="officers room" class="storyImage">
<div class="centerLinks">
The door to the officer's room is shut.<br/><br/>
You don't think you should enter here unless you really need to.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
</div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<img src="images/locations/clinic.jpg" alt="clinic" class="storyImage">
<<if $SSYstoryState is 0>>
The hallway to the clinic is guarded by a rather strict looking officer...<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer: </span>"Hmm... just what do you think you're doing?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I... wanted to see Dr Mifune."|SSYDrMifune1][$introducedSelfToMifune = 1; $SSYDrMifuneState = 0]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Nothing! Sorry to trouble you."|SSYmessRoom]]</div>
<<else>>
<div class="centerLinks">
The hallway to the clinic is guarded by a rather strict looking officer...<br/><br/>
Doesn't seem like there's anything to do right here now.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
</div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<img src="images/scenes/Zjessica.jpg" alt="your neighbor Jessica" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<<if $jessicaQuestion is 'dionUninspiredQuestion'>>
<<set $SSYDionState to 2>>
<<set $SSYDionState1JessicaAdvice to 1>>
<<set $jessicaQuestion to 0>>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Wow, what a rude dude! Although...”<br/><br/>
Her voice trailed off to silence, like she didn't want to say the next words out of her mouth, but you had an idea what she what it was.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "He's right... I do look basic, don't I? I guess I can't blame him for being uninspired by... this."<br/><br/>
You pulled at the hem of your skirt to make your point<<if $playerUnderwear.has('Basic cotton panties')>>, which reminded you of the unattractive underwear you were wearing underneath<</if>>.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Aw hun, every girl looks a little plain sometimes. Don't worry, I've seen how hot you look in the right outfit. Hey, that actually gives me an idea - go find some nice lingerie to wear. When you're ready, put it on and then call me to your room. I know a surefire way that'll rouse <em>inspiration</em> out of any man, he he.”<br/><br/>
[[Say goodbye and leave.|SSYRoom]]<br/>
<<elseif $jessicaQuestion is 'scoutJavierWithMe'>>
<<set $jessicaQuestion to 0>>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Sorry hun. You know I'll always do my best to help you, but I don't think I'm a good fit for this one. Two of us girls hanging around there is going to look way too suspicious.”<br/><br/>
Maybe she was right. It would certainly look like the pair of you were up to something.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Aww, I hate letting you down! But you've made a few other friends in here, haven't you? Couldn't one of them be able to help?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Hmm, Dean would probably be my best bet, but some days I can't find him anywhere."<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Oh, that guy? I just saw him in the cafeteria. If you go quick you might just catch him.”<br/><br/>
[[Thank Jessica and hurry to find Dean.|SSYDeanWorkshop][$ssy1FoundDeanInCafeteria = 1; $deanQuestion = 'scoutJavierWithMeQuestion']]<br/>
<<elseif $jessicaQuestion is 'moreOutiftsQuestion'>>
<<set $metDion to 1>>
<<set $jessicaQuestion to 0>>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Hmm, new feminine clothes are a bit of a rarity still, but ya know there's supposedly this world class designer guy who turned up here a few weeks ago. Maybe we wouldn't need to rely on imports so much if he can just make stuff for us instead.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "That would be amazing. Any idea where I can find him?"<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Keaton set him up with his own Textile room down in the workshop.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Alright, thanks. Maybe I'll put in a request to this guy."<br/><br/>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1 and $taskDudeWheresMyBraState is 0>>
[["The red lingerie I bought... I can't find it anymore. Do you know where it is?"|SSYJessica][$jessicaQuestion = 'redLingQuestion']]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $taskThePinkPantierState is 0>>
[["Is there somewhere I can get some more lingerie?"|SSYJessica][$jessicaQuestion = 'moreLingQuestion']]<br/>
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierState>>
<</if>>
[[Say goodbye and leave.|SSYRoom]]<br/>
<<elseif $jessicaQuestion is 'redLingQuestion'>>
<<set $jessicaQuestion to 0>>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Oh no, did you not get it back? It was sent to be washed but it should of been returned by now.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Nope, haven't seen it since wearing it for the event."<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“There must of been some kind of mistake - maybe Dean will know something! I heard he's been doing extra laundry duty recently to make extra money, he's probably your best chance at finding it.”<br/><br/>
A mistake? Who in here would accidentally take your lingerie? At a push, the panties could be mistaken for briefs, but not the bra and garter belt. This just doesn't sound right.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Don't look so worried, it's probably just someone getting muddled. Happens all the time!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "...Ok. Can't hurt to ask him, at least."<br/><br/>
<<set $taskDudeWheresMyBraState to 1>>
<div class="taskBox">
<span class="newSideTaskTag">Started</span>
<div class="taskBoxHeader">Dude, where's my bra?</div>
<div class="taskBoxDesc">Your red lingerie set should have returned by now.<br/>Maybe Dean can help.</div>
</div>
[[Say goodbye and leave.|SSYRoom]]<br/>
<<elseif $jessicaQuestion is 'moreLingQuestion'>>
<<set $jessicaQuestion to 0>>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“He he, I wish I could spare some of mine for you, but honestly I'm barely getting by with what little I have! Those kind of items aren't exactly in plentiful supply around here.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh don't worry, that's not what I was getting at. I just really need some more of my own..."<br/><br/>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 0>>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Hmm, y'know Khan approached me trying to sell a pretty red lingerie set but I didn't have the money for it at the time. You could try asking him?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Khan? Ok, I'll give him a try. Thanks!"<br/><br/>
<<set $taskHelpMeOutBraState to 1>>
<</if>>
Jessica tapped a cherry red polished nail at her chin as she tried to think.<br/><br/>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Let's see, where else... oh, I just remembered! You wouldn't know this, but Steve had a pink lingerie set on stand by for you in case you didn't find anything to wear. Maybe you could ask him if he was willing to let you have it? Be careful though, the men in here give little away for free.”<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Let's see, where else... oh, I just had an idea! That pink lingerie set Steve gave you at Keaton's event, he should still have it! I guess you could see if he was willing to let you own it instead? Be careful though, the men in here give little away for free.”<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I don't really know that guy very well, where can I find him?"<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“No idea, but that guy is a total busy body - you're sure to come across him sometime.”<br/><br/>
<<set $taskThePinkPantierState to 1>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Hm, I'll keep an eye out for him then. Thanks Jessica."<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Anytime, sweetie! And let a girl know if you find a way to get more, will ya? My wardrobe needs a refresh too.”<br/><br/>
[[Say goodbye and leave.|SSYRoom]]<br/>
<<elseif $jessicaState is 0>>
<<set $jessicaState to 1>>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“$name! Come on in!”<br/><br/>
Her face turned to joy just seeing you, and she welcomed you into her room with her usual, warm smile.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“How are you? I hope all the sudden changes aren't feeling too much for you.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It's... a lot."<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Aww, just by the look on your face I can see it's been quite overwhelming. Have you considered talking about your situation with Dr Mifune?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "...Dr Mifune?"<br/><br/>
You recalled hearing that name before. That was the person Keaton mentioned in his last note to you, wasn't it?<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“They'll probably reach out to you soon enough, so don't worry about taking your time to do other things, but if you want to go ahead you can find them at the clinic. It's up to you. Oh, and this might seem obvious but when you do go exploring Grenton, just be prepared for the inhabitants to treat you a little differently now.”<br/><br/>
She was probably right, Grenton wouldn't be the same as before. You took onboard her advice before she changed the conversation to more fun and frivolous things. After a nice catch up, you both realized it was time for each other to say goodbye and get on with the day...<br/><br/>
[[Leave.|SSYRoom]]<br/>
<<elseif $jessicaState is 2>>
<<set $jessicaState to 3>>
You walked down the hall to see if Jessica was in her room. You gently tapped the outside of her door, and surprisingly she answered almost right away.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Hi Jessica!"<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“$name! How are you?”<br/><br/>
You perched yourself onto a part of the bed that she beckoned you to sit at.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Um, complicated, but kinda good I guess?"<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“He he, still getting used to things?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "That's putting it lightly."<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Well if you need anything, you jst let me know, OK hun?”<br/><br/>
She placed her hand to your shoulder and gave it a soft rub.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“I know how difficult it is trying to figure yourself out. Especially in a world like this... but trust me, it's so worth it!”<br/><br/>
Some people have the kind of face that just can't lie, and Jessica appeared to be one of them. When you looked into her eyes you could just sense her sincerity. Trusting people in here would always be difficult, but something about Jessica simply made you feel safe.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "...Thank you."<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Y'know, when you're a little more comfortable we definitely need to have a girly night in! Try on some of our clothes, share the Grenton gossip, oh - and I could do your makeup! Wouldn't that just be so fun?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "He he, I like the sound of that."<br/><br/>
She was so happy at your response she let out an excited little squeal.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Yaaay! It's going to be so much more fun with you around! If there's anything you need to help you get started, just let me know.”<br/><br/>
<<if $ssy1JavierLookoutNeeded is 1 and $SSYSidneyState is 0>>
[["Could you be a lookout for me while I scout the officer's room, please?"|SSYJessica][$jessicaQuestion = 'scoutJavierWithMe']]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $SSYDionState is 0>>
[["Do you know anywhere I can get a new outfit?"|SSYJessica][$jessicaQuestion = 'moreOutiftsQuestion']]<br/>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>
[["The red lingerie I bought... I can't find it anymore. Do you know where it is?"|SSYJessica][$jessicaQuestion = 'redLingQuestion']]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $taskThePinkPantierState is 0>>
[["Is there somewhere I can get some more lingerie?"|SSYJessica][$jessicaQuestion = 'moreLingQuestion']]<br/>
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierState>>
<</if>>
[[Nothing for now. Say goodbye and leave.|SSYRoom]]<br/>
<<elseif $jessicaState is 3>>
You walked down the hall to see if Jessica was in her room, and tapped lightly on the outside of her door.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Oh hiya, $name! Anything I can help you with?”<br/><br/>
<<if $taskThePinkPantierState gt 0 and $taskHelpMeOutBraState is 0 and $khanState6Gift is 0 and $jessicaTaskHelpMeOutBraHint is 0>>
<<set $jessicaTaskHelpMeOutBraHint to 1>>
<<set $taskHelpMeOutBraState to 1>>
Her face lit up like she suddenly recalled something.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Ooh, I've been meaning to tell you something. If you're still after more lingerie, it might be worth speaking to Khan. He was trying to sell some recently but I didn't the money for it. Maybe he's still trying to sell it.”<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $SSYDionState is 1 and $SSYDionState1JessicaAdvice is 0>>
[["I met that Dion guy. He only makes clothes for women, and says he's too uninspired to make anything..."|SSYJessica][$jessicaQuestion = 'dionUninspiredQuestion']]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $ssy1JavierLookoutNeeded is 1 and $SSYSidneyState is 0>>
[["Could you be a lookout for me while I scout the officer's room, please?"|SSYJessica][$jessicaQuestion = 'scoutJavierWithMe']]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $SSYDionState is 0>>
[["Do you know anywhere I can get a new outfit?"|SSYJessica][$jessicaQuestion = 'moreOutiftsQuestion']]<br/>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1 and $taskDudeWheresMyBraState is 0>>
[["The red lingerie I bought... I can't find it anymore. Do you know where it is?"|SSYJessica][$jessicaQuestion = 'redLingQuestion']]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $taskThePinkPantierState is 0>>
[["Is there somewhere I can get some more lingerie?"|SSYJessica][$jessicaQuestion = 'moreLingQuestion']]<br/>
<</if>>
[["Just wanted to say hi". Finish greeting and leave.|SSYRoom]]<br/><br/>
<<if $taskThePinkPantierState is 1>>
<span class="adviceRecall">Seeing Jessica reminded you that you were yet to find Steve. She thought he might be willing to part with the pink lingerie set.</span><br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1 and $taskDudeWheresMyBraState is 1>>
<span class="adviceRecall">You remembered asking Jessica about your red lingerie. She recommended talking to Dean.</span><br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $taskHelpMeOutBraState is 1 and $jessicaTaskHelpMeOutBraHint is 1>>
<span class="adviceRecall">You should speak to Khan sometime like she recommended.</span><br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<else>>
No response. She must not be home at the moment.<br/><br/>
[[Back to room|SSYRoom]]
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<span class="eagerSSYWardrobeStyle">
<<include "SSYOutfitAttributeSystem">>
<div class="centerLinks">
<<ssyWardrobeOutfitWarningsWidget>>
</div>
<div class="inventoryRow">
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Head</div>
<<if $playerHead.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set headwear'>>
<<dialog 'Pick headwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerHeads' '$playerHead'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showHeadsWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerHead.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerHead.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerHeads.pickUp($playerHead.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerHead'>>
<<goto "SSYWardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerHead.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerHeads.pickUp($playerHead.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerHead'>>
<<dialog 'Pick headwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerHeads' '$playerHead'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Earrings</div>
<<if $playerEarrings.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set earrings'>>
<<dialog 'Pick earrings'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerEarrings' '$playerEarrings'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showEarringsWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerEarrings.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerEarrings.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerEarrings.pickUp($playerEarrings.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerEarrings'>>
<<goto "SSYWardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerEarrings.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerEarrings.pickUp($playerEarrings.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerEarrings'>>
<<dialog 'Pick earrings'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerEarrings' '$playerEarrings'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Neck</div>
<<if $playerNeck.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set neckwear'>>
<<dialog 'Pick neckwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerNecks' '$playerNeck'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showNecksWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerNeck.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerNeck.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerNecks.pickUp($playerNeck.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerNeck'>>
<<goto "SSYWardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerNeck.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerNecks.pickUp($playerNeck.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerNeck'>>
<<dialog 'Pick neckwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerNecks' '$playerNeck'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="inventoryRow">
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Top</div>
<<if $playerTop.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set top'>>
<<dialog 'Pick top'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerTops' '$playerTop'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showTopsWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerTop.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerTop.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerTops.pickUp($playerTop.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerTop'>>
<<goto "SSYWardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerTop.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerTops.pickUp($playerTop.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerTop'>>
<<dialog 'Pick top'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerTops' '$playerTop'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Bottom</div>
<<if $playerBottom.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set bottom'>>
<<dialog 'Pick bottom'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerBottoms' '$playerBottom'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showBottomsWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerBottom.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerBottom.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerBottoms.pickUp($playerBottom.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerBottom'>>
<<goto "SSYWardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerBottom.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerBottoms.pickUp($playerBottom.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerBottom'>>
<<dialog 'Pick bottom'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerBottoms' '$playerBottom'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Wrist</div>
<<if $playerWrist.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set wristwear'>>
<<dialog 'Pick wristwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerWrists' '$playerWrist'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showWristsWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerWrist.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerWrist.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerWrists.pickUp($playerWrist.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerWrist'>>
<<goto "SSYWardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerWrist.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerWrists.pickUp($playerWrist.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerWrist'>>
<<dialog 'Pick wristwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerWrists' '$playerWrist'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="inventoryRow">
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Chestwear</div>
<<if $playerBra.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set chestwear'>>
<<dialog 'Pick chestwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerBras' '$playerBra'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showBrasWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerBra.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerBra.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerBras.pickUp($playerBra.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerBra'>>
<<goto "SSYWardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerBra.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerBras.pickUp($playerBra.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerBra'>>
<<dialog 'Pick chestwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerBras' '$playerBra'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Underwear</div>
<<if $playerUnderwear.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set underwear'>>
<<dialog 'Pick underwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerUnderwears' '$playerUnderwear'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showUnderwearsWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerUnderwear.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerUnderwear.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerUnderwears.pickUp($playerUnderwear.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerUnderwear'>>
<<goto "SSYWardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerUnderwear.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerUnderwears.pickUp($playerUnderwear.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerUnderwear'>>
<<dialog 'Pick underwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerUnderwears' '$playerUnderwear'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Hipwear</div>
<<if $playerGarter.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set hipwear'>>
<<dialog 'Pick hipwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerGarters' '$playerGarter'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showGartersWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerGarter.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerGarter.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerGarters.pickUp($playerGarter.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerGarter'>>
<<goto "SSYWardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerGarter.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerGarters.pickUp($playerGarter.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerGarter'>>
<<dialog 'Pick hipwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerGarters' '$playerGarter'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="inventoryRow">
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Anklewear</div>
<<if $playerAnkle.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set anklewear'>>
<<dialog 'Pick anklewear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerAnkles' '$playerAnkle'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showAnklesWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerAnkle.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerAnkle.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerAnkles.pickUp($playerAnkle.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerAnkle'>>
<<goto "SSYWardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerAnkle.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerAnkles.pickUp($playerAnkle.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerAnkle'>>
<<dialog 'Pick anklewear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerAnkles' '$playerAnkle'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Footwear</div>
<<if $playerFeet.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set footwear'>>
<<dialog 'Pick footwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerFeets' '$playerFeet'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showFeetsWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerFeet.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerFeet.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerFeets.pickUp($playerFeet.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerFeet'>>
<<goto "SSYWardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerFeet.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerFeets.pickUp($playerFeet.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerFeet'>>
<<dialog 'Pick footwear'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerFeets' '$playerFeet'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="inventoryRow">
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Accessory 1</div>
<<if $playerAcc1.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set accessory'>>
<<dialog 'Pick accessory'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerAcc1s' '$playerAcc1'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showAcc1sWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerAcc1.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerAcc1.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerAcc1s.pickUp($playerAcc1.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerAcc1'>>
<<goto "SSYWardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerAcc1.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerAcc1s.pickUp($playerAcc1.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerAcc1'>>
<<dialog 'Pick accessory'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerAcc1s' '$playerAcc1'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Accessory 2</div>
<<if $playerAcc2.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set accessory'>>
<<dialog 'Pick accessory'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerAcc2s' '$playerAcc2'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showAcc2sWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerAcc2.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<<if $playerAcc2.has('Pink chastity device')>>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet inventorySelectButtonLockedIn">
<span class="inventorySelectButtonLockedMessage">LOCKED IN</span>
</div>
<<else>>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerAcc2.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerAcc2s.pickUp($playerAcc2.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerAcc2'>>
<<goto "SSYWardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerAcc2.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerAcc2s.pickUp($playerAcc2.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerAcc2'>>
<<dialog 'Pick accessory'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerAcc2s' '$playerAcc2'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelect">
<div class="inventorySelectTitle">Accessory 3</div>
<<if $playerAcc3.isEmpty()>>
<img class="inventorySelectItemImage" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSet">
<<link 'Set accessory'>>
<<dialog 'Pick accessory'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerAcc3s' '$playerAcc3'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
<<showAcc3sWidget>>
<div class="inventorySelectItemName"><span class="inventorySelectItemNameBackground"><<= $playerAcc3.show()>></span></div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonSection">
<div class="inventorySelectButtonRemove">
<<link "Remove">>
<<if $playerAcc3.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerAcc3s.pickUp($playerAcc3.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerAcc3'>>
<<goto "SSYWardrobe">>
<</link>>
</div>
<div class="inventorySelectButtonChange">
<<link 'Change'>>
<<if $playerAcc3.isEmpty()>><<else>><<run $playerAcc3s.pickUp($playerAcc3.show())>><</if>>
<<dropall '$playerAcc3'>>
<<dialog 'Pick accessory'>>
<<linkedinventory 'Wear' '$playerAcc3s' '$playerAcc3'>>
<<onopen>>
<<script>>
$(document).one(':inventory-update', function (ev) {
Dialog.close();
});
<</script>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="centerLinks">
<<ssyWardrobeOutfitWarningsWidget>>
</div>
</span>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
You checked your piece of note paper. The sheet is tiny, so there's not much room to record on. It made sense to only summarize the bare essentials on it, and cross out anything that was later irrelevant. This way you could stay focused.<br/><br/>
Here's what you've noted so far...<br/><br/>
<<if $SSYstoryState is 1>>
The more effort I make for meeting Javier, the better chance I have of swapping out the USB stick.<br/><br/>
<<if $ssy1JavierLookoutNeeded is 0>>I need to check out the Officer's room. Scoping it out will give me an idea how to prepare properly.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $ssy1JavierLookoutNeeded is 1>>
I need a lookout. I should ask the people I know for help.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $ssy1JavierOfficerObserved is 1>>
There are three things I must achieve, else I don't have a chance of success:<br/>
<<if $SSYSidneyState is 2>>Complete: The camera won't be able to record me!<<else>>- Deal with the camera.<</if>><br/>
<<if $SSYDionState is 10>>Complete: I have a nicer outfit!<<else>>- Get a nicer outfit.<</if>><br/>
<<if $SSYNateState is 2>>Complete: My voice sounds kinda nicer now.<<else>>- Develop a more feminine voice.<</if>>
<br/><br/>
<<if $SSYSidneyState is 0>>
Dean said there's a place called The Foundry that could help with the camera issue. I can get to it from the workshop.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $SSYSidneyState is 1 and $sidneyConvoState lt 3>>
Sidney is making a decoy camera, I think? He said it would take two days. I should go back to The Foundry then..<br/><br/>
<<elseif $SSYSidneyState is 1>>
I need to install Sidney's device. I'll need Dean's help again as a lookout.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $SSYDionState is 5>>
Dion actually made me an outfit. I can wear this to meet Javier.<br/>
<<elseif $SSYDionState is 4>>
Dion invited me to the Textile Room in the Workshop. Did the plan actually work!?<br/>
<<elseif $SSYDionState is 3>>
Apparently I should wait to see if our scheme worked on Dion. Is this really going to work?<br/>
<<elseif $SSYDionState is 2>>
Jessica reckons we can inspire Dion. When I've got enough energy, I should put on a matching bra, panties and garter belt set, and invite her from room.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $SSYDionState is 1>>
As a female fashion designer, Dion is my best chance at getting a better outfit right now, but says he's too 'uninspired' to make anthing in here. Perhaps I can ask Jessica for help.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $metDion is 1 and $SSYDionState is 0>>
There's apparently a Textile room in the Workshop. I may be able to find a fashion designer there.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $metDion is 0>>
I need a better outfit, this one is seducing no one. Maybe Jessica could offer some advice?<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $SSYNateState is 0>>
I have a feeling I should visit the actor Keaton mentioned. He'd be somewhere in the Crew's building?<br/><br/>
<<elseif $SSYNateState is 1>>
That Nate guy was odd, but maybe he really could help me. I just need to get him some cheese??? I can't imagine anywhere but the commisary having any. Then I should take it to Nate's drama room.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
/* End of if $ssy1JavierLookoutNeeded is 0 statement*/
<</if>>
<<else>>
Something wrong. SSY Notes panel.
<</if>>
<div class="centerLinks">
[[Finish checking notes|SSYRoom]]
</div>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
Ah, the joys of having your own private shower - you'd never take it for granted again.<br/><br/>
<div class="centerLinks">
<<if $physicalityUnlocked is 1>>
[[Use your mirror to check your physicality|SSYphysicality]]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $ap gte 1>>
[[Take more time and effort to wash and shave entire body|SSYShave][$ap -= 1]]<br/>
<<else>>
You're too out of energy to shave your body right now.<br/>
<</if>>
[[Just wash and shave face|SSYWash]]<br/><br/>
[[Finish using bathroom|SSYRoom]]
</div>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
You had a quick wash to get clean and get your face smooth. It felt good to freshen up!<br/><br/>
<div class="centerLinks">
[[Back to Room|SSYRoom]]
</div>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
You took the razor blade and carefully shaved your body to be smooth. It took a while, but thankfully your body hair had never been very thick.<br/><br/>
You ran your fingers over the freshly smooth skin. This should last 4 or 5 days! You always felt better about yourself without body hair, it just felt so right.<br/><br/>
<div class="centerLinks">
[[Back to Room|SSYRoom]]
</div>
<<set $smoothBody to 1>>
<<set $smoothDaysLeft to 5>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<img src="images/scenes/Zkhan.jpg" alt="picture of Khan" class="storyImage">
<<if $khanQuestion is 'lingerieForSaleQuestion'>>
<<set $taskHelpMeOutBraState to 2>>
<<set $khanQuestion to 0>>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Ah, I'm glad Jessica made you aware of that! After all, you're now within the target market I would approach to sell that kind of thing. Yes, it was a red lingerie set, quite the fine collection of items I must say."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Was? You don't have it anymore?"<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"I'm afraid not, no. I sold it to the first person who had the cash. It's a pity for both of us; with a little competition for it I could have haggled a much higher price. Ah, but that's the fickle nature of the market for you."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Thanks for letting me know at least. Is there any chance you can get some more in soon?"<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"I hadn't planned on it, but it's becoming quite obvious there may be a growing demand for it. I'll certainly look into what I can do, but it will take some time to arrange things."<br/><br/>
You couldn't help but be disappointed by the news, not that it was Khan's fault. It seemed that type of clothing was still going to be hard to come by in here.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Sorry $name, I can see you were quite keen for it. Come to think of it, the item didn't seem like the ideal fit for the buyer. I made my strict 'no refunds' policy painfully aware to them, so if it's not their size the items may be useless to them now. Perhaps there's a chance they'd sell it to you."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It couldn't hurt to ask. So who bought it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Mabel. I don't know much about them besides their name, so I can't tell you where to find them unfortunately. Apparently quite the reclusive sort, I've heard. Mostly stays in their room - not unfamiliar to that old room mate of yours. Try asking around the cafeteria, somebody there will know something."<br/><br/>
<div class="taskBox">
<span class="newSideTaskTag">Started</span>
<div class="taskBoxHeader">Help me out here, bra!</div>
<div class="taskBoxDesc">Khan thinks a customer of his could sell me some red lingerie.<br/>Maybe someone in the cafeteria knows where Mabel is.</div>
</div>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'll get on it - thanks Khan."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"My pleasure. I like to see that can-do spirit! We'll speak again soon."<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
<<elseif $khanQuestion is 'taskMakingUpQuestion'>>
<<set $khanQuestion to 0>>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Freddie... hmm, certainly doesn't ring any bells."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "He's a pretty small guy. Works that 'kind of a shop' the crew runs."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Ah, so that's who that is! Yes, I had an interest in contacting him actually, at least until I realized he's only the frontend of that particular operation. That's of no use to me. Why do you ask?"<br/><br/>
You explained the encounter with him, and the resulting mess with your makeup.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Hah, how hilariously trite! Apologies $name, but I truly don't know the boy. Perhaps someone in the Rec room could help?"<br/><br/>
He diverted his attention back to his book, making a deliberate gesture of licking a fingertip to turn to the next page.<br/><br/>
[[Go back to library|SSYLibrary]]<br/>
[[Leave|SSYmessRoom]]
<<elseif $khanQuestion is 'javierScoutForMeQuestion'>>
<<set $ssy1AskedKhanToScout to 1>>
<<set $khanQuestion to 0>>
You felt nervous as you tried to build up the nerve to ask Khan, which he soon noticed. He pulled the tiny frames of his reading glasses off before staring at you with a raised eyebrow.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"$name, is there something you want? I'm rather busy with my studies, so if you wouldn't mind, please make it quick."<br/><br/>
Under his piercing gaze, it dawned on you how weird it would be for a man like Khan to act as a lackey in one of your sissy schemes. You suddenly felt silly for even thinking to ask him.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh, uh, nothing... sorry."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Very well. Let's get on with things then, shall we?"<br/><br/>
Clearly eager to get back to his reading, you scurried away without another word.<br/><br/>
[[Go back to library|SSYLibrary]]<br/>
[[Leave library|SSYmessRoom]]<br/><br/>
<<elseif $SSYstoryState is 0 or $SSYstoryState is 1>>
<<if $khanTalkedToPostKeatonEvent is 0 and $khanAdvisedSissy is 1>>
<<set $khanTalkedToPostKeatonEvent to 1>>
<<set $khanState to 1>>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Ah $name, so tell me - the event Keaton ran, how did it go?"<br/><br/>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It was... quite an experience. Th-thank you for the... items. I, um, well, it was really nice."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"No need to thank me $name, it's simply business! That said, hearing of a customer's satisfaction is always pleasant. It appears you certainly have embraced a new you."<br/><br/>
You blushed at the comment. Despite everything, you were still adjusting to people seeing you this way.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Sorry, I didn't mean to cause embarrassment. Whatever makes you happy is all that matters, $name. You seem driven to achieve it, and while there's sadly too many out there that would look down on what you're doing, in it's own unique way, I find it quite admirable.<br/><br/>
You're probably aware of this already, but like most things in life, putting in the maximum effort is often well worth it."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It was... an experience. I didn't manage to get the item from the shop, but despite that, things went kinda well."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Hmm... well, you certainly seem to embraced a new you."<br/><br/>
You blushed at the comment. Despite everything, you were still adjusting to people seeing you this way.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"I didn't mean to cause embarrassment. Whatever makes you happy is all that matters, $name. A shame you didn't get the gift that was set up for you, but no matter. Just be aware, as it goes for most things in life, putting in the best effort you can is so often well worth it."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'll keep that in mind! This is all still so new to me... in many ways I still can't believe what I'm doing."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Hah! Well, call it nature, fate, or whatever else, I believe somehow we're all eventually pushed down the road we're meant to be on. Don't forget, if there's some kind of niche item you need imported, you can find me around here. Now if you don't mind, I have some reading to get on with."<br/><br/>
[[Go back to library|SSYLibrary]]<br/>
[[Finish small talk and then leave|SSYmessRoom]]
<<elseif $khanTalkedToPostKeatonEvent is 0 and $khanAdvisedSissy is 0>>
<<set $khanTalkedToPostKeatonEvent to 1>>
<<set $khanState to 1>>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Ah $name - tell me, the little event Keaton ran, how did it go?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh, um, you heard about that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"It would have been quite hard to ignore, don't you think?"<br/><br/>
He looked deliberately upon your new outfit as he spoke.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"You certainly seem to have embraced a... new you."<br/><br/>
You blushed at the comment. Despite everything, you were still adjusting to people seeing you this way.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It was... quite the experience."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Oh, I don't mean to cause any embarrassment! Whatever makes you happy is all that matters, $name. If you need any specialty items, do let me know. I am a business man first and foremost, after all. And remember, putting in the maximum effort is almost always well worth it."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'll keep that in mind! This is all still so new to me... in many ways I can't believe what I'm doing..."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Hah! Well, call it nature, fate, or whatever else, I believe somehow we're all eventually pushed down the road we're meant to be on. Don't forget, if there's some kind of niche item you need imported, you can find me around here. Now if you don't have anything else, I have some reading I wish to get on with."<br/><br/>
<<if $taskHelpMeOutBraState is 1>>
[[Ask about the lingerie he offered to Jessica|KhanLibrarySSY][$khanQuestion = 'lingerieForSaleQuestion']]<br/><</if>>
<<if $ssy1JavierLookoutNeeded is 1 and $ssy1AskedKhanToScout is 0>>
[[Request him to be a lookout for you at the Officer's room|KhanLibrarySSY][$khanQuestion = 'javierScoutForMeQuestion']]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $taskMakingUpState is 5>>
[[Have you ever done business with a guy here called Freddie?|KhanLibrarySSY][$khanQuestion = 'taskMakingUpQuestion']]<br/>
<</if>>
[[Go back to library|SSYLibrary]]<br/>
[[Finish small talk and then leave|SSYmessRoom]]
<<elseif $khanTalkedToPostKeatonEvent is 1 or $khanState is 1>>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Hello again, $name. You've caught me doing a little more learning again, it seems.<br/><br/>
Remember $name, work smart not hard! Stick to your strengths in here and you'll go far. For instance, there's no use putting a coward onto soldering, a weakling to working the hard labour, and you'd be surprised by how much endurance is needed to work in a kitchen.<br/><br/>
If those idiots managing the workshop ever realize that then maybe one day they'll see some decent productivity around here!<br/><br/>
Sadly they discount my expertize. It appears they view me the same as any other criminal here.<br/><br/>
Now, unless you have any need of me, it's time I get back to my studies."<br/><br/>
<<if $taskHelpMeOutBraState is 1>>
[[Ask about the lingerie he offered to Jessica|KhanLibrarySSY][$khanQuestion = 'lingerieForSaleQuestion']]<br/><</if>>
<<if $ssy1JavierLookoutNeeded is 1 and $ssy1AskedKhanToScout is 0>>
[[Request him to be a lookout for you at the Officer's room|KhanLibrarySSY][$khanQuestion = 'javierScoutForMeQuestion']]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $taskMakingUpState is 5>>
[[Have you ever done business with a guy here called Freddie?|KhanLibrarySSY][$khanQuestion = 'taskMakingUpQuestion']]<br/>
<</if>>
[[Go back to library|SSYLibrary]]<br/>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
<<else>>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>"Oh $name, hello. I'm pretty deep into this book at the moment, perhaps we'll talk another time?"<br/><br/>
[[Go back to library|SSYLibrary]]<br/>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
<</if>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><img src="images/locations/strength.jpg" alt="strength" class="storyImage"><br/><<nobr>>
<<if $strStat lt 5>>
You started off with pull ups, only managing a measly three. You were much weaker than you remembered. You look to another inhabitant expecting ridicule, but actually he encouraged you.<br/><br/>
<span class="bro">???: </span>"Keep going girl, you got this!"<br/><br/>
Next up is the dumbbells. In almost no time you were tired, almost dropping them from exhaustion. Luckily the guy took them off you just in time. <br/><br/>
<span class="bro">???: </span>"No shame in that! Get some protein in you and hit it again next time!"
<<elseif $strStat lte 5>>
You made a real breakthrough today, ten pull-ups and several reps with the dumbbells! You glanced in the mirror and felt like you're starting to see results. You are stronger.<br/><br/>
<span class="bro">Bro: </span>"Good work girl, you keep going like this and by the end of your time you'll be jacked!" The only things this guy does or talks about is getting stronger, he doesn't even tell you his name. In your thoughts you begin to refer to him as Bro.<br/><br/>
If you're after biceps, then you're working in the right direction. Bro's praise filled you with determination.
<<elseif $strStat lt 10>>
You did sixteen pull-ups, really struggling on that last one.<br/><br/>
<span class="bro">Bro: </span>"Good work girl! Remember the only bad workout is one that doesn't happen! Lets get you on the dumbbells, those triceps could use some work too."<br/><br/>
He had you on a grueling set, but when the pain was over you felt accomplished.
<<elseif $strStat lte 10>>
Your hands tensed like they never had before, squeezing the bar as hard as you can. Your face was bright red as you closed in on exhaustion.<br/><br/>
<span class="bro">Bro: </span>"Come on, girl... come on!"<br/><br/>
With the last of your strength, you pulled yourself up in a sudden motion.<br/><br/>
<span class="bro">Bro: </span>"Twenty pull-ups girl! TWENTY! WOO!!!"<br/><br/>
He punched the air in triumph. You collapsed to the floor, panting for breath, but felt victorious knowing you just got stronger.
<<elseif $strStat lt 20>>
Another day in the gym. Your pullups are steadily increasing in number. The dumbbell exercises are making your arms bigger than you ever imagined.<br/><br/>
Bro is giving you his typical high energy motivation. <br/><br/>
<span class="bro">Bro: </span>"That's how it's done, girl! Remember, sweat plus sacrifice equals success!"<br/><br/>
You find his enthusiasm can't help but push you further past your limits.
<<elseif $strStat lte 20>>
You've pushed yourself further than you ever thought you could. You roar like an animal as you finish your set, if your muscles could talk they'd be screaming in agony.<br/><br/>
<span class="bro">Bro: </span>"Girl! Girrrrrrrrl!!!", he yelled excitedly as he pumped his massive arms wildy.<br/><br/>
<span class="bro">Bro: </span>"You. Are. A. BEAST!!!"<br/><br/>
Bro wasn't just spewing hot air, he was right. Today you had preformed like never before. You are stronger.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $strStat lt 30>>
Working hard as ever, anyone watching you right now thought you were a machine; You certainly moved up and down the pull-up bar like one. When Bro wasn't on the bar himself he was supporting you. In an almost fervorous state, his once intelligible motivational phrases had turned into a stream of excited gibberish.<br/><br/>
<span class="bro">Bro: </span>"WOO! AWOOOO! Girlgirlgirlgrlgrlgrglgrl! Awr awr awoOoOoOo! Yes! Yeeeees! YES! YES! OO! OO! AH OOOO!!!"<br/><br/>
His energy pushed you to work even harder.
<<elseif $strStat is 30>>
You did so many pull-ups that you only stopped out of sheer boredom. You've maxed out your strength, and your arms are shredded!<br/><br/>
<span class="bro">Bro: </span>"GIRL! Holy SHIT! That was amazing!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Thanks Bro, never could of done it without you!"<br/><br/>
You held out your palm to which he responded with a slap to your palm. He held out his palm, which you smacked back. A spontaneous synchronized set of motions made up of hand slaps, claps, wiggles and shakes broke out between you. Finally he gripped your hand tightly which you squeezed back on with equal pressure. A grin lit up on each of your faces.<br/><br/>
The biceps of each other's arms bulge massively, anyone in the room watching you both were overwhelmed by the sheer energy radiating off the pair of you. You looked at each other in the eye, the sense of comradery filled you both with pride!<br/><br/>
Next to you, a newcomer struggled with their third pull up.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>"Keep going Bro!", you shouted in encouragement.<br/><br/>
<span class="bro">Bro: </span>"Bro, you got this!"
<<elseif $strStat gt 30>>
You've maxed your strength, but it feels good to show the rest of the gym what a true gym hero looks like! Bro watches with a proud expression on his face. Maybe this Personal Growth Center isn't a bunch of bullshit after all.
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<set $strStat += 1>><<set $ap -= 1>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>[[Back to Gym|SSYGym]]<<else>>[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]<</if>><<nobr>>
After everything you've been through and learning so much from Dr Mifune, you feel like you have a better understanding of yourself. You can't help but feel you're becoming a...<br/><br/>
<<if $playerComplexVirginMentality is 'betaVirgin' and $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'selfObjectification' and $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'inferiorityComplex'>>
<div class="buddingIdentityDiv">
<span class="buddingIdentity">Beta Sissy Loser</span>
<span class="buddingIdentityDescription">Feelings of inadequacy... of unworthiness. The only place for me is to serve others. As a sissy someone will want me, won't they?</span><br/>
</div>
<<set $buddingIdentity to 'betaSissyLoser'>>
<<elseif $playerComplexVirginMentality is 'betaVirgin' and $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'naturalBornFemme' and $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'inferiorityComplex'>>
<div class="buddingIdentityDiv">
<span class="buddingIdentity">Beta Sissy</span>
<span class="buddingIdentityDescription">Feelings of inadequacy... maybe it's just my desire to be girly that makes me feel that way. But then, I feel another irresistible urge... the need to serve. I was always meant to be a sissy... women may not of wanted me, but at least I can get the attention of men.</span><br/>
</div>
<<set $buddingIdentity to 'betaSissy'>>
<<elseif $playerComplexVirginMentality is 'betaVirgin' and $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'selfObjectification' and $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'internalizedSocialStigma'>>
<div class="buddingIdentityDiv">
<span class="buddingIdentity">Beta Sissy Loser</span>
<span class="buddingIdentityDescription">Feelings of inadequacy... of unworthiness. The only place for me is to serve others. As a sissy someone will want me, won't they?</span><br/>
</div>
<<set $buddingIdentity to 'betaSissyLoser'>>
<<elseif $playerComplexVirginMentality is 'betaVirgin' and $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'naturalBornFemme' and $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'internalizedSocialStigma'>>
<div class="buddingIdentityDiv">
<span class="buddingIdentity">Beta Sissy</span>
<span class="buddingIdentityDescription">My feelings of inadequacy... maybe it's just my desire to be girly that makes me feel that way. But then, I feel another irresistible urge... the need to serve. I was always meant to be a sissy... women will never want me...</span><br/>
</div>
<<set $buddingIdentity to 'betaSissy'>>
<<elseif $playerComplexVirginMentality is 'betaVirgin' and $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'selfObjectification' and $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'slutShame'>>
<div class="buddingIdentityDiv">
<span class="buddingIdentity">Beta Sissy Slut</span>
<span class="buddingIdentityDescription">The feelings of inadequacy... of unworthiness. The only place for me is to serve others as their slut. As a sissy someone will want me, won't they?</span><br/>
</div>
<<set $buddingIdentity to 'betaSissySlut'>>
<<elseif $playerComplexVirginMentality is 'betaVirgin' and $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'naturalBornFemme' and $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'slutShame'>>
<div class="buddingIdentityDiv">
<span class="buddingIdentity">Beta Sissy</span>
<span class="buddingIdentityDescription">My feelings of inadequacy... maybe it's just my desire to be slutty and girly that makes me feel that way. But then, I feel another irresistible urge... the need to serve. I was always meant to be a sissy... women will never want me...</span><br/>
</div>
<<set $buddingIdentity to 'betaSissy'>>
<<elseif $playerComplexVirginMentality is 'virgin' and $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'selfObjectification' and $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'inferiorityComplex'>>
<div class="buddingIdentityDiv">
<span class="buddingIdentity">Sissy Fucktoy</span>
<span class="buddingIdentityDescription">I haven't had sex, but maybe that's because I haven't embraced the sissy fucktoy I truly am. As a sissy I can finally be hot... be attractive... desired. Someone will want me, won't they?</span><br/>
</div>
<<set $buddingIdentity to 'sissyFucktoy'>>
<<elseif $playerComplexVirginMentality is 'virgin' and $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'naturalBornFemme' and $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'inferiorityComplex'>>
<div class="buddingIdentityDiv">
<span class="buddingIdentity">Femme Sissy</span>
<span class="buddingIdentityDescription">I haven't had sex, but maybe that's because I've never been able to embrace what I truly am. I love being girly... I fantasize about it all the time. If I can just get over my shame, I can truly be myself.</span><br/>
</div>
<<set $buddingIdentity to 'femmeSissy'>>
<<elseif $playerComplexVirginMentality is 'virgin' and $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'selfObjectification' and $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'internalizedSocialStigma'>>
<div class="buddingIdentityDiv">
<span class="buddingIdentity">Sissy Fucktoy</span>
<span class="buddingIdentityDescription">I haven't had sex, but maybe that's because I haven't embraced the sissy fucktoy I need to be. As a sissy I can finally be hot... wanted... fuckable. I'll be giving up a lot... but it's worth it, isn't it?</span><br/>
</div>
<<set $buddingIdentity to 'sissyFucktoy'>>
<<elseif $playerComplexVirginMentality is 'virgin' and $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'naturalBornFemme' and $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'internalizedSocialStigma'>>
<div class="buddingIdentityDiv">
<span class="buddingIdentity">Femme Sissy</span>
<span class="buddingIdentityDescription">I haven't had sex, but maybe that's because I've never been able to embrace what I truly am. I want to enjoy being girly... I fantasize about it all the time... but when I do it, I later feel regrets. If I can just get over my shame, I can truly be myself.</span><br/>
</div>
<<set $buddingIdentity to 'femmeSissy'>>
<<elseif $playerComplexVirginMentality is 'virgin' and $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'selfObjectification' and $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'slutShame'>>
<div class="buddingIdentityDiv">
<span class="buddingIdentity">Sissy Fucktoy</span>
<span class="buddingIdentityDescription">I haven't had sex, but maybe that's because I haven't embraced the sissy fucktoy slut I need to be. As a sissy I can finally be hot, but it's hard to accept when it seems to come at the cost of my dignity? Even if people judge, at least someone will want me, won't they?</span><br/>
</div>
<<set $buddingIdentity to 'sissyFucktoy'>>
<<elseif $playerComplexVirginMentality is 'virgin' and $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'naturalBornFemme' and $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'slutShame'>>
<div class="buddingIdentityDiv">
<span class="buddingIdentity">Femme Sissy</span>
<span class="buddingIdentityDescription">I haven't had sex, but maybe that's because I've never been able to embrace what I truly want. I want to enjoy being girly and have fun being slutty... I fantasize about it all the time... but when I do it, I later feel regrets. If I can just get over my shame, I can truly be myself.</span><br/></span><br/>
</div>
<<set $buddingIdentity to 'femmeSissy'>>
<<elseif $playerComplexVirginMentality is 'sissyVirginOnly' and $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'selfObjectification' and $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'inferiorityComplex'>>
<div class="buddingIdentityDiv">
<span class="buddingIdentity">Sissy Fucktoy</span>
<span class="buddingIdentityDescription">I've got to see where my urges go. My need to be a sissy fucktoy has gone unexplored for too long. The thought of transforming into someone fuckable is such a turn on. But can I really do this?</span><br/>
</div>
<<set $buddingIdentity to 'sissyFucktoy'>>
<<elseif $playerComplexVirginMentality is 'sissyVirginOnly' and $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'naturalBornFemme' and $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'inferiorityComplex'>>
<div class="buddingIdentityDiv">
<span class="buddingIdentity">Femme Sissy</span>
<span class="buddingIdentityDescription">I love being girly... I fantasize about it all the time. If I can just get over my shame, I can find out just how much I want this...</span><br/>
</div>
<<set $buddingIdentity to 'femmeSissy'>>
<<elseif $playerComplexVirginMentality is 'sissyVirginOnly' and $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'selfObjectification' and $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'internalizedSocialStigma'>>
<div class="buddingIdentityDiv">
<span class="buddingIdentity">A Sissy Fucktoy</span>
<span class="buddingIdentityDescription">I've got to see where my urges go. My need to be a sissy fucktoy has gone unexplored for too long. The thought of transforming into someone fuckable is such a turn on, but then later I feel ashamed. Can I ever get over these feelings?</span><br/>
</div>
<<set $buddingIdentity to 'sissyFucktoy'>>
<<elseif $playerComplexVirginMentality is 'sissyVirginOnly' and $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'naturalBornFemme' and $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'internalizedSocialStigma'>>
<div class="buddingIdentityDiv">
<span class="buddingIdentity">Femme Sissy</span>
<span class="buddingIdentityDescription">I love being girly... I fantasize about it all the time. If I can just get over my shame, I can find out just how much I want this...</span><br/>
</div>
<<set $buddingIdentity to 'femmeSissy'>>
<<elseif $playerComplexVirginMentality is 'sissyVirginOnly' and $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'selfObjectification' and $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'slutShame'>>
<div class="buddingIdentityDiv">
<span class="buddingIdentity">A Sissy Fucktoy</span>
<span class="buddingIdentityDescription">I've got to see where my urges go. My need to be a sissy fucktoy has gone unexplored for too long. The thought of transforming into someone fuckable is such a turn on, but then later I feel ashamed. Can I ever get over these feelings?</span><br/>
</div>
<<set $buddingIdentity to 'sissyFucktoy'>>
<<elseif $playerComplexVirginMentality is 'sissyVirginOnly' and $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'naturalBornFemme' and $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'slutShame'>>
<div class="buddingIdentityDiv">
<span class="buddingIdentity">Femme Sissy</span>
<span class="buddingIdentityDescription">I love being girly... I fantasize about it all the time. If I can just get over my shame, I can find out just how much I want this...</span><br/>
</div>
<<set $buddingIdentity to 'femmeSissy'>>
<</if>>
<div class= 'mindset'>
<span class= 'mindsetTitleTag emergentTag'>Emergent identity</span>
<span class= 'mindsetTitle'>Sissyhood</span>
<span class= 'mindsetDescription'>An almost inexplicable phenomena that blurs the line between identity and desire. This instinct is so strong that it feels like a core part of your very being. No wonder it couldn't be ignored...</span>
</div><br/>
<<if $playerOrientation is 'gay'>>
<div class= 'mindset'>
<span class= 'mindsetTitleTag orientationTag'>Sexual Orientation</span>
<span class= 'mindsetTitle'>Gay?</span>
<span class= 'mindsetDescription'>It might only be when your in 'sissy mode', but all your sexual desires and urges appear to be targeted towards men.</span>
</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerOrientation is 'bi'>>
<div class= 'mindset'>
<span class= 'mindsetTitleTag orientationTag'>Sexual Orientation</span>
<span class= 'mindsetTitle'>Bi</span>
<span class= 'mindsetDescription'>You're attracted to men and women, though men might only be when you're in 'sissy mode'.</span>
</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerOrientation is 'straightButSissy'>>
<div class= 'mindset'>
<span class= 'mindsetTitleTag orientationTag'>Sexual Orientation</span>
<span class= 'mindsetTitle'>Straight but sissy</span>
<span class= 'mindsetDescription'>You're attracted to women, you only see yourself being in relationships with them... but your sissy side makes things complicated. As a sissy, you feel the urge to do sexual things with men, even though you might not be attracted to them.</span>
</div><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong - Mindset: playerOrientation.
<</if>>
<<if $playerComplexVirginMentality is 'betaVirgin'>>
<div class= 'mindset'>
<span class= 'mindsetTitleTag mentalComplexTag'>Mental Complex</span>
<span class= 'mindsetTitle'>Beta Virgin Mindset</span>
<span class= 'mindsetDescription'>To never of had sex is one thing, to realize you're not worthy of it another. In the fairy tales you'd be told to never give up, but you've got the humility to be realistic. You're not desperate, not anymore, at least. In a world that clearly said 'no pussy for you', you say 'OK then'.<br/><br/>
If love is a contest, you already know you don't measure up to the competition, and you're not making a fool of yourself by entering it. You didn't deserve to have sex that way. The only form you deserve to have sex in, if at all, is as a sissy.</span>
</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerComplexVirginMentality is 'virgin'>>
<div class= 'mindset'>
<span class= 'mindsetTitleTag mentalComplexTag'>Mental Complex</span>
<span class= 'mindsetTitle'>Virgin Mindset</span>
<span class= 'mindsetDescription'>Something changes in a person when they lose their virginity. They stop having that subconscious desperation. Stop with the brutal self-questioning. Am I good enough? Will anyone ever want me? It's not like it's that uncommon for some people to go so long this way.<br/><br/>
As a sissy, the experience is much different. It's not a question of will you ever lose it... it's simply a matter of when. Very few would dream of losing their innocence this way... but when you don't have the luxury choice, the sissy option becomes more enticing each day.</span>
</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerComplexVirginMentality is 'sissyVirginOnly'>>
<div class= 'mindset'>
<span class= 'mindsetTitleTag mentalComplexTag'>Mental Complex</span>
<span class= 'mindsetTitle'>Sissy Virgin Mindset</span>
<span class= 'mindsetDescription'>Experiencing sex wasn't enough. You need the kind that has been tempting your deepest desires for what seems like forever. Can you actually go through with it though?<br/><br/>
As a sissy virgin, you still question yourself whether you should really try this or not. What if you get addicted to it - is there any coming back? Will you still want women... will women no longer want you? Are you truly a sissy? You'll only know for sure if you finally lose it.</span>
</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'selfObjectification'>>
<div class= 'mindset'>
<span class= 'mindsetTitleTag mentalComplexTag'>Mental Complex</span>
<span class= 'mindsetTitle'>Self-objectification</span>
<span class= 'mindsetDescription'>For you, there's no greater a transformative feeling than that of becoming a sissy. Experiencing the true thrill of becoming sexy is unparalled. Wigs, makeup, lingerie, heels... toys even; each item engages you one step further into hyper-femininity, remoulding you into your most fuckable form.<br/><br/>
Most people want to fuck the porn stars, you want to be in their place. You make yourself the target of your own carnal desires, but in doing so, must seek out others to appreciate it. It's a pleasure few seek to enjoy, which is tragic - there's really no equivalent experience.</span>
</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'naturalBornFemme'>>
<div class= 'mindset'>
<span class= 'mindsetTitleTag mentalComplexTag'>Mental Complex</span>
<span class= 'mindsetTitle'>Naturally Effeminate</span>
<span class= 'mindsetDescription'>The transformation from clothes, makeup and wigs... it simply 'feels right'. Femininity for femininity's sake. Indulging the most beautiful things this world offers is one of it's greatest pleasures. The world of softness, kindness, gentleness; of flowers, sweet scents and fruity tastes.<br/><br/>
Masculinity can't even compare, especially not in the fashion department! Fuck expectations - anyone should be able to embrace it and live their life carefree. You certainly want to try.</span>
</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'inferiorityComplex'>>
<div class= 'mindset'>
<span class= 'mindsetTitleTag shameComplexTag'>Shame Complex</span>
<span class= 'mindsetTitle'>Inferiority Stigma</span>
<span class= 'mindsetDescription'>Some things are simply seen as more inferior than others. Whether your fondest desire can be seen as virtuous is not something you can control. If what you love to do most is ridiculed, it's hard not to feel inferior by it. Some will never look on what you do as appealing or worthy.<br/><br/>
You might never be able to brag about what you enjoy to others. You may never feel like you measure up to regular people because of them. To try and find a way to process such a complex feeling is something only you can do.</span>
</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'internalizedSocialStigma'>>
<div class= 'mindset'>
<span class= 'mindsetTitleTag shameComplexTag'>Shame Complex</span>
<span class= 'mindsetTitle'>Internalized Social Stigma</span>
<span class= 'mindsetDescription'>The world is a fucked up place and it sure can leave an impression. Ideas of who we should be can clash hard against who we are. The pressures of what others think can be too great to bear. The earliest lessons someone learns can be oh so wrong, and even the most progressive societies today carry a homophobic baggage. It's not always easy to ignore negative perceptions, even when they're pure ignorance.<br/><br/>
Even when we can identify a belief that we were raised with is wrong, it's residue can still linger unconsciously within. To try and find a way to process such a complex feeling is something only you can do.</span>
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<<elseif $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'slutShame'>>
<div class= 'mindset'>
<span class= 'mindsetTitleTag shameComplexTag'>Shame Complex</span>
<span class= 'mindsetTitle'>Slut Shame Stigma</span>
<span class= 'mindsetDescription'>Who deserves such a conflicting urge within them? Why should anyone be cursed to be ashamed of the things they truly want if it doesn't hurt anyone?<br/><br/>
One moment you want to be surrounded by cocks; deeply submerged in a sea of horny men. You want to be grasped at by anonymous hands, left with no way to identify who it is who is tugging at your garter straps, pulling you in the direction of the nearest stiff dick that needs your body to service it. To be made use of until everyone else is satisfied.<br/><br/>
The next moment you'd bat them all away, deny any such urge within you ever existed. The thought that anyone could know you even dreamed such a desire is just too much to bear.</span>
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<</if>>
<<if $playerComplexShameSource2 is 'ultraSubmissive'>>
<div class= 'mindset'>
<span class= 'mindsetTitleTag shameComplexTag'>Shame Complex</span>
<span class= 'mindsetTitle'>Ultra Submissive Shame</span>
<span class= 'mindsetDescription'>The craving to be the bitch... to beg the attention of your superiors... to experience pleasure only in the form of service to others. You know your place: the bottom spot in the sexual food chain, the conquered not the conqueror, the obedient sissy.<br/><br/>
When it comes to sex, you only have one purpose: submission. A dream of anything else would be futile. You may have finally accepted it, but now you need to learn to live with the consequence of it.</span>
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<<elseif $playerComplexShameSource2 is 'submissive'>>
<div class= 'mindset'>
<span class= 'mindsetTitleTag shameComplexTag'>Shame Complex</span>
<span class= 'mindsetTitle'>Submissive Shame</span>
<span class= 'mindsetDescription'>Admitting to yourself your role is the submissive can be hard enough, but letting the people around you become aware of it, even more so. Many don't understand the desire to be a submissive, nor a sissy, and you're both. Who wouldn't be at least a little embarrassed to be open about it?</span>
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<<elseif $playerComplexShameSource2 is 'emasculation'>>
<div class= 'mindset'>
<span class= 'mindsetTitleTag shameComplexTag'>Shame Complex</span>
<span class= 'mindsetTitle'>Feeling of Emasculation</span>
<span class= 'mindsetDescription'>Few men would dare risk even the slightest thing that could call their masculinity into question; your deepest desire strips it from you entirely.<br/><br/>
The surrender to being a sissy calls for you to sacrifice so much, including the perception others have of you as a man. In the many forms emasculation can take, it often results in ridicule of the emasculated. To ask yourself to ignore that is a difficult task.</span>
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<<if $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is 'unknown'>>
<img src="images/scenes/Zkeaton.jpg" alt="picture of Keaton" class="storyImage">
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Well look who it is! Come on in, you can take a seat right here.”<br/><br/>
While Keaton seemed genuinely happy to see you, you knew better by now than to take him at face value. Whether you could truly trust him was impossible to discern, and regardless of whatever his intentions may be, you couldn't help feeling slightly nervous considering what had occurred so far.<br/><br/>
The room appeared to be some kind of office of Keaton's. Plump, decorative cushions laid carefully on elegant furniture made of soft fabrics, next to tables of finely polished wood topped with glass. It was confirmation that Keaton was at least not lying about one thing in here - his crew really were living a life of luxury inside Grenton. You perched onto the comfy sofa opposite Keaton that he had directed you to.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Oi, be careful there $name. A girl needs to be more aware of their sitting posture when wearing a skirt.”<br/><br/>
You jumped from embarrassment, realizing that while your legs were only slightly spread out, even that gave a clear view of your crotch. With what was quickly becoming a habitual reflex, you shut them tightly together, before overcompensating further by tucking the hem of your skirt between your thighs, leaving no room whatsoever to expose yourself. Keaton just laughed.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Heh, maybe you've got an instinct for being who you are $name, but that doesn't mean you haven't got a lot more to learn. I suppose that doctor helped you realize that too?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "W-well... she's helping me understand my behavior."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Alright... well just keep in mind, theory is one thing but it's nothing compared to real experience. You looked pretty keen at my little event, until you very suddenly weren't. Think you can handle things better now?”<br/><br/>
Truthfully you didn't know the answer to that. Your legs shuffled unconsciously as you tried to think of what to say, causing the chastity device to make a slight rattling noise.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span> "Heh, so you put the chastity cage on? That's good - keep following that instinct of yours."<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Actually, I did this in the heat of the moment... but I don't think chastity is for me."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '2dontWantChastity'; $courageStat += 2]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I'm unsure how I feel about it long term... but for now I can see it helping."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '2chastityOnlyToStartWith'; $pervStat += 1; $courageStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["It feels so right..."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '2chastityFeelsRight'; $pervStat += 2]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '2dontWantChastity'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Not for you? Why put it on then?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I just... I panicked! It seemed like... it would stop another freak out..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“I mean, yeah, considering the way in which you freaked out, that seems about right.”<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["It's uncomfortable, I don't feel as good wearing one..."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '2dontWantChastityA']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I think I can stop freaking out without the chastity, and in a way, I feel more 'sissy' without it..."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '2dontWantChastityA']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '2dontWantChastityA'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“You know I saw everything back there, right? And you're confident you can deal with something like that now? We both know the path you're on will only get more intense.”<br/><br/>
Silence hung after his words. There was no doubt the orgasm you had was what set your regrets off last time. Of course, the chastity would help with that, but still...<br/><br/>
<<if $buddingIdentity is 'betaSissyLoser' or $buddingIdentity is 'betaSissy' or $buddingIdentity is 'betaSissySlut'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“A sissy like you really thinks they shouldn't be locked up? Doesn't sound like a good idea to me.”<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[(He's right. I should wear chastity. I should be a good sissy and do as I'm told.)|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '2dontWantChastityBButBeta']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I can prove I'm a good sissy without one... please!"|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '2dontWantChastityBNoChastity'; $keatonSSYAllowsChastityUnlock = 1]]</div><br/>
<<else>>
<div class="choice">[["I should keep wearing it, at least until I get more used to things..."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '2chastityOnlyToStartWith']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I can prove I'm a good sissy without one... please!"|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '2dontWantChastityBNoChastity'; $keatonSSYAllowsChastityUnlock = 1]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '2dontWantChastityBButBeta'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'll... keep wearing it."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Good - that's really for the best. You understand obedience will serve you well, don't you?”<br/><br/>
<span class="innerIdentity innerSissyText betaGeneral"><span class="innerThoughtLabel buddingIdentityThought betaGeneralThoughtLabel">[Beta]: </span>Your superiors know you better than you know yourself... their satisfaction is what matters. This locked cage will get you used to exactly what you deserve. Submitting to these confines, you can finally begin to accept your place...<br/><br/>
The only pleasures you can get now are the ones that can be achieved within the chastity device's unyielding limits...</span><br/><br/>
[[Continue|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjective']]
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '2dontWantChastityBNoChastity'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Heh, well then... if you can handle that it would be pretty hardcore, actually. I don't have the key, but I can find it and give it it to Jessica. Give her a visit and she'll sort you out.”<br/><br/>
You were almost surprised at how easy that was, but it was a valuable lesson - if you don't ask, you don't receive.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "T-thanks."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“You've proven yourself reasonably enough so far, and honestly your eagerness is impressive, in it's own strange way. If you feel this is for the best, consider this your chance to prove it.”<br/><br/>
<<if $buddingIdentity is 'betaSissyLoser'>>
<span class="innerIdentity innerSissyText betaSissyLoser"><span class="innerThoughtLabel buddingIdentityThought betaSissyLoserThoughtLabel">[Beta Sissy Loser]: </span>What could possibly be more beta than accepting your place without a chastity device. To internalize your role as a submissive both physically and mentally. The true cage is being who you are. You're a pathetic sissy who should only serves others. Learn to accept it no matter what!</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $buddingIdentity is 'betaSissy'>>
<span class="innerIdentity innerSissyText betaSissy"><span class="innerThoughtLabel buddingIdentityThought betaSissyThoughtLabel">[Beta Sissy]: </span>What could possibly be more beta than accepting your place without a chastity device. To internalize your role as a submissive both physically and mentally. The true cage is being who you are. You're a sissy, here to serve others. Learn to accept it no matter what!</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $buddingIdentity is 'betaSissySlut'>>
<span class="innerIdentity innerSissyText betaSissySlut"><span class="innerThoughtLabel buddingIdentityThought betaSissySlutThoughtLabel">[Beta Sissy Slut]: </span>What could possibly be more beta than accepting your place without a chastity device. To internalize your role as a submissive both physically and mentally. Learn to be fucked without a cage and accept your place. Everyone will see how much of a slut you really are!</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $buddingIdentity is 'sissyFucktoy'>>
<span class="innerIdentity innerSissyText sissyFucktoy"><span class="innerThoughtLabel buddingIdentityThought sissyFucktoyThoughtLabel">[Sissy Fucktoy]: </span>Without a chastity device just feels better. You need to learn not to rely on a physical cage. That way you can submit physically, as well as mentally. You'll learn to be fucked over and over without a cage, and accept your place as the fucktoy you are!</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $buddingIdentity is 'femmeSissy'>>
<span class="innerIdentity innerSissyText femmeSissy"><span class="innerThoughtLabel buddingIdentityThought femmeSissyThoughtLabel">[Femme Sissy]: </span>The pink cage is cute, but panties just don't feel as good wearing it. And it makes your bulge look bigger. You can still be treated as the girl you are without it.</span><br/><br/>
<</if>>
[[Continue|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjective']]
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '2chastityOnlyToStartWith'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“There ya go! For now, think of it like stabilizers on bike. It'll help you adjust to the lifestyle until you're truly ready.”<br/><br/>
<<if $buddingIdentity is 'betaSissyLoser'>>
<span class="innerIdentity innerSissyText betaSissyLoser"><span class="innerThoughtLabel buddingIdentityThought betaSissyLoserThoughtLabel">[Beta Sissy Loser]: </span>Exactly! This locked cage will get you used to exactly what you deserve. Submitting to these confines, you can finally begin to accept your place... The only pleasures you deserve now are the ones you can achieve within the chastity device's unyielding limits...</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $buddingIdentity is 'betaSissy'>>
<span class="innerIdentity innerSissyText betaSissy"><span class="innerThoughtLabel buddingIdentityThought betaSissyThoughtLabel">[Beta Sissy]: </span>He knows exactly what a sissy like you needs; how you need to truly accept you're just a sissy. That you need to serve, not be served. These confines are a constant reminder. You can't cheat them. The only pleasures you're worthy of are the ones you can achieve within the chastity device's unyielding limits...</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $buddingIdentity is 'betaSissySlut'>>
<span class="innerIdentity innerSissyText betaSissySlut"><span class="innerThoughtLabel buddingIdentityThought betaSissySlutThoughtLabel">[Beta Sissy Slut]: </span>Exactly! The device will make you finally accept you're only worthy of sex as a sissy. That you <em>need</em> to have sex as a sissy. You need to get over your shame and get fucked. Accept the limits this cage sets upon you, and learn to stop freaking out when you cum. Show them you're ready to be fucked like the sissy slut you want to be!</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $buddingIdentity is 'sissyFucktoy'>>
<span class="innerIdentity innerSissyText sissyFucktoy"><span class="innerThoughtLabel buddingIdentityThought sissyFucktoyThoughtLabel">[Sissy Fucktoy]: </span>Exactly! The device will be a constant reminder to both yourself and others of what you truly are. There's no way you can fuck anymore outside of using your mouth and ass. These are your limits now. You can't freak out about the fuck toy you're becoming if I can't cum... soon your entire being will accept this is the life you're meant to live!</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $buddingIdentity is 'femmeSissy'>>
<span class="innerIdentity innerSissyText femmeSissy"><span class="innerThoughtLabel buddingIdentityThought femmeSissyThoughtLabel">[Femme Sissy]: </span>Wearing this for so long might be difficult, but the pink cage is so cute! This is exactly what you need to make sure you don't freak out again. It's hard not to miss the soft feeling of panties against your skin, but in a different kind of way, it still feels girly to be locked away like this. With no way to even have sex like a man anymore, everyone can see how you truly wish to be treated.</span><br/><br/>
<</if>>
Lost in your thoughts, you forgot to even answer Keaton.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Seeing as you're finding the device helpful, I'll hold off giving you any idea of how to unlock it, ay? That'll hold back any temptations while it... works it's magic.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "U-um... OK."<br/><br/>
A subtle expression of disbelief came across in Keaton's facial expression. Perhaps even he couldn't believe how compliant you were.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjective']]
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '2chastityFeelsRight'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“It does, does it? Heh, well that's probably why you followed your instincts and locked yourself in. I knew you had it in you. I could just sense it...”<br/><br/>
<<if $buddingIdentity is 'betaSissyLoser'>>
<span class="innerIdentity innerSissyText betaSissyLoser"><span class="innerThoughtLabel buddingIdentityThought betaSissyLoserThoughtLabel">[Beta Sissy Loser]: </span>This locked cage is a symbol of exactly what you deserve. Of who you are. You're unworthy of even thinking you deserve to be out of it. Submitting to these confines, you can finally begin to accept your place. The only pleasures you can get now are the ones you can achieve within the chastity device's unyielding limits...</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $buddingIdentity is 'betaSissy'>>
<span class="innerIdentity innerSissyText betaSissy"><span class="innerThoughtLabel buddingIdentityThought betaSissyThoughtLabel">[Beta Sissy]: </span>He can sense it because you both know this is what you deserve. You need to accept you're just a sissy. That you need to serve, not be served. These confines are a constant reminder. You can't cheat them. The only pleasures you're worthy of are the ones you can achieve within the chastity device's unyielding limits...</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $buddingIdentity is 'betaSissySlut'>>
<span class="innerIdentity innerSissyText betaSissySlut"><span class="innerThoughtLabel buddingIdentityThought betaSissySlutThoughtLabel">[Beta Sissy Slut]: </span>The device is a constant reminder you're only worthy of sex as a sissy. That you NEED to have sex as a sissy. You need to get over your shame and get fucked. Accept the limits this cage sets you in, so you can finally stop freaking out when you cum. Soon you can be fucked like the sissy slut you desperately need to be!</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $buddingIdentity is 'sissyFucktoy'>>
<span class="innerIdentity innerSissyText sissyFucktoy"><span class="innerThoughtLabel buddingIdentityThought sissyFucktoyThoughtLabel">[Sissy Fucktoy]: </span>The device is a constant reminder to yourself and others of what you truly are. There's no way for you fuck other than using your mouth and ass. These are your limits now. You can't freak out about the fuck toy you're becoming if you can't cum. Soon your entire being will accept this is who you are!</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $buddingIdentity is 'femmeSissy'>>
<span class="innerIdentity innerSissyText femmeSissy"><span class="innerThoughtLabel buddingIdentityThought femmeSissyThoughtLabel">[Femme Sissy]: </span>This pink cage is so cute! It's exactly what you need to make sure you don't freak out again. In a strange way, doesn't it feel so right to be locked away like this? With no way to even have sex like a man anymore, everyone can see how you wish to be treated.</span><br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong: 2chastityFeelsRight buddingIdentity if statement. $buddingIdentity
<</if>>
Lost in your thoughts, you forgot to even answer Keaton.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Seems like you wouldn't even care about knowing how to unlock it! You're an intense one, aren't you?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "U-um... OK."<br/><br/>
A subtle expression of disbelief came across in Keaton's facial expression. Perhaps even he couldn't believe how compliant you were.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjective']]
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '3newObjective'>>
With a sign, Keaton arose from his seat and stared at the dull grey sky beyond his office's window. You could sense his demeanor change dramatically as he switched to getting down to business.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“I get things are changing for you perhaps faster than you can adjust, $name, but as a member of the crew I'm going to need you to contribute to keep your spot.”<br/><br/>
There it was. Despite the initiation being over, there was still more expected of you.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Look, let's be frank about this. Someone like you could... 'fulfill' some pretty unique requests, I think you'd agree? You'd be wasted on say, smuggling or guard duty. You offer more opportunities than that.”<br/><br/>
You had an inclination where this was going, but just how far?<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“There's an officer who does surveillance duty now and then, let's just say he's not quite as vigilant as the others. You've probably noticed almost all the officers are relaxed about our crew's behavior here, but none of them would leak us any information or anything. That's where this guy and you come in.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Me?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“It's been observed that the guy has a wandering eye... specifically for girls like you.”<br/><br/>
Girls like you? That was sort of vague. Did he specifically mean sissies?<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“You can see how you can contribute right?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I... think so."<br/><br/>
Keaton was unsurprised by your acceptance, but looked slightly relieved after your answer nonetheless.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“You wouldn't know this but while most of the guys like what I've done here in Grenton, only a few disagree with my approach. We all need to constantly prove we're worthy members of the crew, else we face being cut. That's true for every member, including you.”<br/><br/>
There must of been some kind of struggle for leadership of the crew Keaton had formed. He sounded deadly serious.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“There won't be any hardship for you if you're out, but all the perks will be gone. Now that we know each other better, I can be 100% straight with you about how things are here. I can't let failure slide. Do you understand?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "You want me to get the information... from the officer."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Obviously! But your <em>specific</em> role... do you understand it?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Yes."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Say it then.”<br/><br/>
<<if $buddingIdentity is 'femmeSissy'>>
<<else>>
<div class="choice">[["I'm a totally obedient sissy bitch - I'll do whatever you wish, to serve you..."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveObedientBitch']]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[["I'm a sissy, I can do the things only a sissy can do..."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveTheCrewsSissy']]</div><br/>
<<if $buddingIdentity is 'femmeSissy'>>
<div class="choice">[["I'm the feminine touch the crew needs. Someone who can offer what masculinity can't."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveTheCrewsFemmeTouch']]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '3newObjectiveObedientBitch'>>
<<if $keatonSSYAllowsChastityUnlock is 1>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Oh you're a sissy alright, that's just stating the obvious. But I've seen you get ahead of yourself before.”<br/><br/>
Your face bowed to look down to the floor in shame. It was difficult to tell what actually embarrassed you - was it what you had just admitted, or that you had failed to be as committed a sissy as you wanted at Keaton's event?<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“You think you know your place, but do you really understand? I mean, you came in here saying you wanted to take your chastity off. What are you going to do now that I'm going to order you keep wearing it? Do you understand, bitch? Keep it on.”<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["What? No, I don't want to..."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveObedientBitchButNoChastity']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Y-yes. I'll keep wearing it."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveObedientBitch2'; $keatonSSYAllowsChastityUnlock = 0]]</div><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Oh you're a sissy alright... that's just stating the obvious. But I've seen you get ahead of yourself before.”<br/><br/>
Your face bowed to look down to the floor in shame. It was difficult to tell what actually embarrassed you - was it what you had just admitted, or that you had failed to be as committed a sissy as you wanted at Keaton's event?<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“You think you know your place, but do you really understand? I mean, you freaked out in front of a real man's cock just the other day. What are you going to do as a bitch, when you can't follow a command? Let's see shall we? You're going to suck cock, right now. On you knees now, bitch.”<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["What? No, I don't want to..."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveObedientBitchButNoOral']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Get on your knees before him, and look up, ready to suck cock.|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveObedientBitch2']]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '3newObjectiveObedientBitchButNoOral'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Then you're not the obedient bitch you think you are, are you? You're letting your horniness get the better of you. This is about reality now, not some perverted little fantasies.”<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Wait... I... I will..."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveObedientBitch2']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["You're right... I'm sorry, I guess I'm just a sissy."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveObedientBitchButNoChastity2']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '3newObjectiveObedientBitchButNoChastity'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Then you're not the obedient bitch you think you are, are you? You're letting your horniness get the better of you. This is about reality now, not some perverted little fantasies.”<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Wait... I'll... wear it."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveObedientBitch2'; $keatonSSYAllowsChastityUnlock = 0]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["You're right... I'm sorry, I guess I'm just a sissy."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveObedientBitchButNoChastity2']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '3newObjectiveObedientBitchButNoChastity2'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Heh, that's fine. This is all part of making your role clear. There's plenty of horny daydreamers in the crew, what's needed now is doers.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I understand."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Let's be more honest, shall we? What can you do for us?”<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I'm a sissy. I can do the things here only a sissy can offer..."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveTheCrewsSissy']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '3newObjectiveObedientBitch2'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Heh, so that's all it takes is it, sissy? You'll simply obey your superiors from now on, is that right? You're so compliant you'll serve a real man's desires over your own?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "...Yes."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“It's not just my orders you'll follow. You're be OUR bitch - owned by the whole crew.”<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I understand... I know my place."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveObedientBitch3']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["The whole crew? I... don't think I can do that..."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveObedientBitch3CantServeWholeCrew']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '3newObjectiveObedientBitch3CantServeWholeCrew'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Then you're not the obedient bitch you thought you were, are you? You were letting your horniness get the better of you. This is about reality now, not your perverted little fantasies.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "OK... yes, you're right."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Good. This isn't about pushing yourself to some extreme you don't actually want. Reel in your wildest fantasies so you can focus on what you really desire. I'm not saying you're not a sissy, ha, far from it! Like any member of the crew, you're only useful to the group if you're in the right position. So... how about we make use of your talents. You can still be a good sissy without being a total bitch.”<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["You're right... I'm sorry, I guess I'm just a sissy."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveObedientBitch3CantServeWholeCrew2']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '3newObjectiveObedientBitch3CantServeWholeCrew2'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Heh, now you get it. It's important to make these things clear, see? And don't worry, there's plenty of room to submit as 'just a sissy'.”<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["That's true... I'm a sissy. I can do the things here only a sissy can offer..."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveTheCrewsSissy']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '3newObjectiveObedientBitch3'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Actually, I've changed my mind. Get on the sofa, face down, ass up. Hike that skirt up, show off that slutty little ass. Two of my guys are coming over right now, and I'm going to let them use it. Get ready to pull those panties to the side. Well? Do it, bitch.”<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Do as he says. Position yourself like the sissy bitch you are. Submit yourself ready to being fucked by the real men."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveObedientBitch4']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Uh... no... sorry, that's not for me..."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveObedientBitch3CantServeWholeCrew']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '3newObjectiveObedientBitch4'>>
You nervously moved into position, pushing your face down into the soft cushioning and spreading your legs so you were prominently displayed to whoever was about to use you. The position made it hard to adjust your clothing, but you did as Keaton ordered. Wasn't this all going too fast? Could you really handle this? While these questions crossed your mind, the answers didn't truly matter to you. You were completely resigned to submitting to the crew - to being their bitch.<br/><br/>
With one hand you traced over your ass until you felt the rim of your panties. You hooked your finger into them to pull them to the side...<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1KeatonBtchCap.jpg" alt="A picture that suggests your destined to being used like a bitch" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Holy shit... you seriously are a little bitch, aren't you? You'll do anything to please us?”<br/><br/>
You muffled a nearly inaudible 'yes' into the sofa.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Get up, nobody is coming to fuck you right now. Geezus, I was just finding out how serious you are! Make no mistake, we can make good use of a complete submissive pervert like you. If you really know your place... beg for it.”<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Get down on your knees before him, and beg: "Keaton... please make me your bitch... make me the crew's sissy bitch... make me serve as a sissy to please you all! To be your loyal, obedient, sissy slut!"|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveObedientBitch5']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Uh... actually... maybe I've taken this too far..."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveObedientBitch3CantServeWholeCrew']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '3newObjectiveObedientBitch5'>>
He placed a finger to your lips to silence you.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“...I knew it. I could sense it right away. A true submissive sissy, dying to serve. Well, bitch... you'll be made good use of.”<br/><br/>
<<set $keatonCrewBondRole to 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>>
<<set $keatonCrewBondLevel to 1>>
<span class="bondHeader keatonBondHeader">BOND MADE WITH KEATON'S CREW</span>
<span class="bond crewBond">
You've submitted totally to your place as a sissy bitch. Your service to Keaton and his crew is your life now, their wish is to be your command. This is the blossom of a very one-sided relationship.
<span class="bondPerkHeader">Assigned Role:</span> <span class="bondPerk">Bitch</span>
</span>
[[Continue|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '4theMission']]
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '3newObjectiveTheCrewsSissy'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“That's right, and luckily for you that's what we need. A sissy slut like you is stuck in Grenton with some very pent up horny men. It's an ideal situation for everyone, if you think about it.”<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1KeatonSsyCap.jpg" alt="A picutre of the sissy you can become" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
You blushed red from the suggestion.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“You can keep exploring the sissy you really are while earning your keep as part of the crew. I'll just put forward the odd request now and then, got it?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Requests?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Nothing too strenuous. Don't you trust me? I was painfully aware of your limits at my event the other day, wasn't I? You could say I knew you better than you knew yourself. I'll make sure anything I ask you to do is appropriate, considering your experience.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I mean, I'm trying to embrace the sissy I am... but I'm not sure I could just do anything."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“That's fair. I'll be honest, I think we both know you've got potential to be one of the filthiest sissy sluts around. You wouldn't be here right now if you didn't. I'll put forward what I need from you, and you decide if you can follow through or not. Don't do anything you don't want, or can't handle, do you understand?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I do."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“If you can't fulfil a request, just accept you can't do it, and that will be the end of things. You won't be a crew member anymore or have access to the perks, but you won't be messed with either. You'll be left alone. This crew only has spots for eager sissies. Keen ones who want to be treated like them.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Got it."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Good. Well then, let's get started, shall we?”<br/><br/>
<<set $keatonCrewBondRole to 'sissy'>>
<<set $keatonCrewBondLevel to 1>>
<span class="bondHeader keatonBondHeader">BOND MADE WITH KEATON'S CREW</span>
<span class="bond crewBond">
You understand your role in Keaton's crew. You're the sissy. Just how much of the role you can fulfil is yet to be seen.
<span class="bondPerkHeader">Assigned Role:</span> <span class="bondPerk">Sissy</span>
</span>
[[Continue|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '4theMission']]
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '3newObjectiveTheCrewsFemmeTouch'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Is that so... hmm, so that's how you see yourself? Kind of vague, don't you think?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Perhaps. I'm guessing femininity is sorely missing around Grenton though."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Oh it is, but that could mean anything. Obviously there's some feminine people here, like Jessica obviously. I just had the sense you were a little more... intense."<br/><br/>
You blushed red at the suggestion of his.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Let's try and clarify things. Back at my event you seemed to be enjoying yourself as a sissy, and here in Grenton, you're stuck with some very pent up horny men. It's an ideal situation for you and them, don't you reckon?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I think I get it... you want me to be Grenton's sissy slut."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveTheCrewsFemmeTouch2sissy']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I understand, but maybe I got ahead of myself the other day..."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveTheCrewsFemmeTouch2femme']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '3newObjectiveTheCrewsFemmeTouch2sissy'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“And now you don't? You seemed very keen before."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I think I'm... getting a clearer idea of what I am though. Feeling more at ease about my femininity."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“That's all well and good, but what about being a sissy?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I... want that too."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveTheCrewsFemmeTouch2sissy2']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I think there's a better way. One that involves my femininity more, rather than just my sissy urges. I may have gotten carried away before..."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveTheCrewsFemmeTouch2femme']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '3newObjectiveTheCrewsFemmeTouch2sissy2'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Well there's no reason both parts of you can't exist. As a sissy you'll be able to explore femininity in all kinds of ways."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Hmm."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Believe it or not, I'm not trying to tell you what to do. But what I do need is to know how you can be a valuable member of the crew. I've got plenty of ideas if you're the sissy I thought you were."<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I want to engage my femininity more though. Not all my sissy urges need to be acted upon..."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveTheCrewsFemmeTouch2femme']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I'm a sissy. I can do the things here only a sissy can do..."|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '3newObjectiveTheCrewsSissy']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '3newObjectiveTheCrewsFemmeTouch2femme'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“How so?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Like... being an outright slut who will just fuck anyone. Maybe I'm figuring out that's not what I truly want. Maybe just... being feminine is what I enjoy."<br/><br/>
Keaton brought his hand to his chin in a state of puzzlement. He seemed to be thinking thoroughly.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“...So you were just a bit too horny the other day then? I'm going to be real $name, I was going to ask you to use those slutty desires to the advantage of the crew. It seemed like a perfect match for both our ambitions."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“But you're right... we could always use more of a feminine touch around here, and that's something we can probably work with. How would you feel about... seduction?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "From me!? Is this about getting information from that guy?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Guys can open up quite a bit to some flirting and teasing. Of course, maybe you could go further... at your own discretion."<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1KeatonFemCap.jpg" alt="A picture that implies that a feminine touch can be persurasive" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I mean, I'm trying to embrace my femininity... but I'm not sure exactly what I'm capable of!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“That's fair. I'll be honest, I think we both know you've got potential to catch the eyes of a lot of guys in here. You wouldn't be here right now if you didn't. As crew leader I'll be coming to you for requests from what I need from you. I'll leave you to decide if you can follow through or not. You can try pulling it off your way, or not at all. It's all up to you."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Alright then - that sounds reasonable."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Let's be crystal clear: don't do anything you don't want or can't handle. Don't let your need to secure a spot in the crew put pressure on you, do you understand?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "OK."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“If you can't fulfil a request, just accept you can't do it. You won't be able to get crew perks anymore, but you won't be punished. The crew will leave you be.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Got it."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Good. Well then, let's get started, shall we?”<br/><br/>
<<set $keatonCrewBondRole to 'femmeSissy'>>
<<set $keatonCrewBondLevel to 1>>
<span class="bondHeader keatonBondHeader">BOND MADE WITH KEATON'S CREW</span>
<span class="bond crewBond">
You've accepted a role in Keaton's crew as it's feminine touch! You're unsure you can fulfill his requests this way, but you won't know unless you try. It's up to you if you're going to succeed or not.
<span class="bondPerkHeader">Assigned Role:</span> <span class="bondPerk">Feminine Touch</span>
</span>
[[Continue|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '4theMission']]
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '4theMission'>>
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'femmeSissy'>>
<<elseif $keatonCrewBondRole is 'sissy'>>
<<elseif $keatonCrewBondRole is 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>>
<</if>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Now, let's move on to discussing what we need from you. The officer I mentioned earlier, his name is Javier Rueda. The hardest part is getting invited into his office. That's why you're perfect. He's won't just let anybody in, but depending on how you look he'll probably make an exception for you."<br/><br/>
Really? You felt almost proud at the thought.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Once you get in there, you'll see a blue USB stick plugged into one of the servers on the left. Swap it out with this."<br/><br/>
He placed a USB just like the one mentioned into your hand.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1BlueUSB.jpg" alt="Image of a blue USB stick" class="storyImage">
<<if $playerInventory.has('Blue USB stick')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Blue USB stick'>><</if>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“That's a totally corrupted one. Maybe they'll suspect something later down the line, but they'll never be able to know for sure. Most importantly, make sure you bring the real one back. I don't know if you've noticed yet, but a bra is a pretty handy hiding spot."<br/><br/>
The way your own bra harnessed around your chest suddenly became noticeable. The cups against your flat chest actually hugged against it tight, pillowed by the inner cushions that were meant to push up what little was there. The USB would be safe here.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“That's the bare minimum for a successful mission. Not too bad to start off, right?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I... guess."<br/><br/>
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'femmeSissy'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Of course, we can get more from him than that... but it depends on far you're willing to go."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "How far?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“I mean, we've already talked about this, it's all up to you. Personally, I think giving him a blowjob would be more than enough. But if you think a more subtle approach can work... the feminine touch, I recall?"<br/><br/>
An 'eep' noise involuntarily ejected from your mouth. You should of realized by now Keaton could be especially blunt.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Listen, it's up to you how you pull things off. As long as Javier thinks he's got some kind of girl in here that's into him, he'll be like putty in our hands. Understood?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'll... see what I can do."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“I can see you're nervous, but I think you're ready for this. If you can get more than just the USB, go ahead and try."<br/><br/>
You nodded, narrowing your eyes to think about just how this could all go down in practice.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '5theMissionDeadline'; $KeatonCrewTitle = 'notToBeUsed';]]
<<elseif $keatonCrewBondRole is 'sissy'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Of course, we can get more from him than that... if you're willing to, please him."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Please him?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Nothing too crazy... a blowjob would be more than enough."<br/><br/>
An 'eep' noise involuntarily ejected from your mouth after his blunt suggestion. You knew what you had signed up for, but now things were getting serious.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“It'll probably be the first cock you've sucked right? Don't worry about it too much, you'll be a natural. Once Javier thinks he's got a sissy slut in here to please him, he'll be like putty in our hands. Understood?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "O... OK."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“I can see you're nervous, but I think you're ready for this. If you can get more than just the USB, go ahead and try."<br/><br/>
You nodded as sincerely as you could, but it was clear you had felt some trouble by the situation. Self-doubt, trepidation... dread; these feelings conflicted with an odd sense of arousal and lust. This weird mix of emotions made you feel anxious, but there was something within you that felt just about capable enough to do what you had to, or at the very least try.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '5theMissionDeadline'; $KeatonCrewTitle = 'notToBeUsed';]]
<<elseif $keatonCrewBondRole is 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Of course, you can be of more use than that. You're going to suck him off as well."<br/><br/>
An 'eep' noise involuntarily ejected from your mouth. You knew what you had signed up for, but now things were serious.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Ha, don't pretend you don't love the idea, sissy. Make him want you... let him be completely convinced you're his. Once Javier thinks he's got a sissy slut under his control, he'll be putty in our hands. Understood?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Yes."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Yes, who?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Master. |KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$KeatonCrewTitle = 'Master'; $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '4theMissionTitled']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Sir. |KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$KeatonCrewTitle = 'Sir'; $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '4theMissionTitled']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[He wants a title, something I should call my superior... (Custom)|KeatonSSYCustomeCrewTitle][$KeatonCrewTitle = 'unknown'; $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '4theMissionTitled']]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '4theMissionTitled'>>
<<if $KeatonCrewTitle is "">>
<<set $KeatonCrewTitle to "Sir">>
<</if>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Yes, $KeatonCrewTitle."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“That's right. And remember to address any crew member the same way. Show them the respect they deserve, bitch."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I understand, $KeatonCrewTitle."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Good."<br/><br/>
[[Continue|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1][$keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State = '5theMissionDeadline']]
<<elseif $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State is '5theMissionDeadline'>>
<<set $deadlineCounter to 12>>
<<set $deadlineCounter += $mifuneIntroCounter>>
Keaton showed you a sheet of paper with more details. "$deadlineCounter days from now. Officer's room." was written in the corner, and scribbled below it was a poorly drawn picture of the server's location, as well as where the USB slot would be."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“That's the only day that we know for sure the mark will be there. Don't miss it."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "$deadlineCounter days? That's pretty far away..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Maybe, but I reckon you'll need plenty of time to prepare yourself."<br/><br/>
He placed his hands on your shoulders and gently rotated you round until you were facing a full length mirror. His figure loomed large as you stared at the pair of you in it's reflection.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Taking a good look at yourself? What do you think? You still seem a little nervous if you ask me..."<br/><br/>
Maybe he was right. Your new image was something you still weren't quite used to, and to confront what you looked like right now made you squirm a little.<br/><br/>
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'femmeSissy'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Don't be like that. You'll get used to the new you eventually. You're really not a bad looking girl already, are you? Take a harder look at yourself like this, it suits you well, doesn't it?"<br/><br/>
It seemed to be as high a compliment Keaton was ever going to give you, and you gingerly took another look. Long stands from your wig delicately lay on your shoulders, and the smooth, bare mid-riff of your tummy was exposed between your skirt and top. You lowered your hand from an instinctive urge to feel under your clothes to your panties but stopped yourself.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“See? This is you. And you've only just begun."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Take a harder look. You need to get used to the new you. You've got a lot of potential don't you think, sissy? You're not a bad looking girl already... but we both know this isn't enough for you."<br/><br/>
There was enough truth to Keaton's words to be convincing, and you overcame your shame to take another look. Your body was so girlish when framed by women's clothes, the top exposed the smooth mid-riff of your tummy, and the straps of your panties peeked from the top of your skirt. The clothes looked cheap, but cute enough, with just a tiny a hint of sluttiness to it. It was about as much as you could handle right now, but Keaton was right... you needed to go further.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“You see it now? This is you. And you've only just begun."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
His hands released you and he walked to place his grip on the room's door handle.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“There's a mirror in your room. You should take a glance at yourself from time to time. Thinking about your physicality will help you realize what you want to change to become what you need to be. Understand?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "...Yes."<br/><br/>
A smile appeared on his face, and with that, he opened the way out and beckoned for you to leave. You found your arms wrapped around you, in some kind of nervous, self hug as you left the office, while considering the new situation. Before you could completely leave the area, you heard Keaton yell out from behind you.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Oh, and I just realized I forgot something! Getting to know the people in Grenton is going to help you a lot, but there's one member of the crew who could particularly helpful for you. He's an actor! He's not famous, but they say he's the best of the best when it comes to the craft! Check down the bottom of this building, you'll find him in the Drama room."<br/><br/>
Grenton has a Drama room? You had no idea such a thing existed here, but perhaps you shouldn't of been surprised considering how skilled Keaton's crew were at obscuring things from sight.<br/><br/>
Between Keaton and Dr Mifune you had been left with so much to act on. It was now up to you to get ready in these next $deadlineCounter days.<br/><br/>
<span class="saveWarning betaWarning">
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<span class="saveWarningTitle">PLEASE READ!</span>
<span class="saveWarningDescription textAlignCenter">This upcoming section is in development. You will be able to experience some new parts of the story, but not complete this section yet.<br/><br/><strong>There is no message to say when you've cleared all the available content.</strong></span><br/>
<span class="saveWarningDescription textAlignCenter"><strong>The meeting with Javier is not developed yet.</strong></span><br/>
<span class="saveWarningDescription textAlignCenter">I am adding story and new characters first, then I will balance and polish the gameplay. More stat requirements will be added later, so do not worry too much about stats yet.</span><br/>
<span class="saveWarningDescription textAlignCenter"><strong>Please keep a save file from here.</strong></span><br/>
<span class="saveWarningDescription textAlignCenter">Thank you for your support!</span>
</span>
/* TODO add more to this someday */
Development of the girlfriend content is going to focus on one version of her for now - the 'encouraging' type. For now, the game will either set you to wanting to continue your relationship, with the encouraging version of her OR no interest in continuing relationship with her.If you would like to experience new girlfriend content, please select below.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Continue - with my girlfriend as the encouraging version.|SSYmessRoom][$cGfEvent2Visit = 'openGf'; $gfType = 'open'; $playerStartType = 'sissybf'; $gfBondLevel = 2]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Continue - not in relationship with her.|SSYmessRoom][$gfType = 'unknown'; $playerStartType = 'sissy'; $gfBreakUpLetter = 1]]</div><br/>
<<set $SSYDramaRoomUnlocked to 1>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Blue USB stick')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Blue USB stick'>><</if>>
<<set $physicalityUnlocked to 1>>
<<set $socialsUnlocked to 1>>
<<set $KeatonVisitState to 0>>
<<set $deadlineState to 2>>
<<set $SSYstoryState to 1>>
<<set $storyState to 9>>
<<set $jessicaState to 2>>
<<set $deanState to 0>>
<<set $grentonReputationGeneral to 0>>
<<set $crewCred to 0>>
<<set $grentonReputationFemmeTouch to 0>>
<<set $grentonReputationSlutty to 0>>
<<set $taskDudeWheresMyBraState to 0>>
<<set $jessicaTaskHelpMeOutBraHint to 0>>
<<set $taskHelpMeOutBraState to 0>>
<<set $taskThePinkPantierState to 0>>
<<set $playerExtUrges to 0>>
<<set $playerPrideUrges to 0>>
<<set $playerKnowsWorkshopWayToRoof to 0>>
<<set $playerKnowsForestIsOffLimits to 0>>
<<set $mifuneBondLevel to 1>>
<<set $playerIsInChastity to 1>>
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>>
<<set $KeatonCrewPetName to 'the bitch'>>
<<else>>
<<set $KeatonCrewPetName to $name>>
<</if>>
<<set $metDion to 0>>
<<set $SSYDionState to 0>>
<<set $dionConvoState to 0>>
<<set $SSYDionState1JessicaAdvice to 0>>
<<set $metNate to 0>>
<<set $SSYNateState to 0>>
<<set $nateConvoState to 0>>
<<set $foundryUnlocked to 0>>
<<set $sidneyConvoState to 0>>
<<set $sidney1DeviceDescription to 'unknown'>>
<<set $ssy1SidneyTriedClimbingPipe to 0>>
<<set $ssy1SidneyTriedBuildingSteps to 0>>
<<set $largeStepMade to 0>>
<<set $smallStepMade to 0>>
<<set $ssy1sidneyResponseToPete to 0>>
<<set $SSYSidneyBondPoints to 0>>
<<set $SSYSidneyWiresQuestion to 0>>
<<set $sidneyDevice1Counter to 0>>
<<set $sidneyDevice1Unlocked to 0>>
<<set $sidneyLensAttemptToday to 0>>
<<set $SSYSidneyState to 0>>
<<set $ssy1JavierLookoutNeeded to 0>>
<<set $ssy1AskedKhanToScout to 0>>
<<set $ssy1PlayerGotJaviersBook to 0>>
<<set $readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState to 0>>
<<set $aKingsTrueCallingBlurbRead to 0>>
<<set $aKingsTrueCallingReadFromBeginning to 0>>
<<set $aKingsTrueCallingBookRead to 0>>
<<set $partiallyReadAKingsTrueCalling to 0>>
<<set $readKingsTrueCallingMajorScene1 to 0>>
<<set $readKingsTrueCallingMajorScene2 to 0>>
<<set $readKingsTrueCallingMajorScene3 to 0>>
<<set $libraryEventToday to 0>>
<<set $idiotStat to 0>>
<<set $playerPhysicalEnduranceSetToday is 0>>
<<set $playerEndurance to 0>>
<<set $maxPlayerEndurance to 0>>
<<set $endurancePointsThisRound to 0>>
<<set $enduranceTaken to 0>>
<<set $enduranceAdded to 0>>
<<set $daysSinceCalledGf to 0>>
<<set $cEncouragingGFEvent1Complete to 0>>
<<if $gfType is 'open'>>
<<set $gfBondLevel to 2>>
<</if>>
/* Declare these inventories to make the Nightwear system */
<<newinventory '$playerNightwear'>>
<<set $nightwearMondayNight to 'none'>>
<<set $nightwearTuesdayNight to 'none'>>
<<set $nightwearWednesdayNight to 'none'>>
<<set $nightwearThursdayNight to 'none'>>
<<set $nightwearFridayNight to 'none'>>
<<set $nightwearSaturdayNight to 'none'>>
<<set $nightwearSundayNight to 'none'>>
<<set $nightwearMondayBonus to 'none'>>
<<set $nightwearTuesdayBonus to 'none'>>
<<set $nightwearWednesdayBonus to 'none'>>
<<set $nightwearThursdayBonus to 'none'>>
<<set $nightwearFridayBonus to 'none'>>
<<set $nightwearSaturdayBonus to 'none'>>
<<set $nightwearSundayBonus to 'none'>>
<<set $nightwearSystemUnlocked to 0>>
<<set $gfeModeOptionSelectUnlocked to 0>>
<<set $brokenUpGfPJsEventComplete to 0>>
<<set $taskMaidToOrderState to 0>>
<<set $metIggy to 0>>
<<set $ateAtIggysToday to 0>>
<<set $taskMakingUpState to 0>>
<<set $hallOfFavorsUnlocked to 0>>
<<set $makeupSystemUnlocked to 0>>
<<set $hallOfFavorsUnlockPack1 to 0>>
<<set $makingupRequestFulfilled to 0>>
<<set $hallOfFavorsIntroSetting to 0>>
<<set $recRoomMakingUpInfoFound to 0>>
/* Declare these inventories to make the Makeup system */
<<newinventory '$playerLipsticks'>>
<<newinventory '$playerBlushes'>>
<<newinventory '$playerEyeshadows'>>
<<newinventory '$playerEyeliners'>>
<<newinventory '$playerEyebrowses'>>
<<newinventory '$playerNailses'>>
<<newinventory '$playerNailPolishs'>>
<<newinventory '$playerContactColours'>>
<<set $playerLipstick to 'none'>>
<<set $playerBlush to 'none'>>
<<set $playerEyeshadow to 'none'>>
<<set $playerEyeliner to 'none'>>
<<set $playerEyebrows to 'none'>>
<<set $playerNails to 'none'>>
<<set $playerNailPolish to 'none'>>
<<set $playerContactColour to 'none'>>
<<set $nightwearBonusMorningHugTally to 0>>
<<set $nightwearBonusCosyLieInTally to 0>>
<<set $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>>
<<set $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>>
/* autosave */
<<script>>Save.autosave.save("Autosave - Part 2: The USB swap")<</script>>
<<else>>
Something wrong keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State: $keatonSSYPhaseOneNo1State
<</if>>
<</nobr>><div class="centerLinks">
<span class="inputQuestion">What title will you address Keaton and his crew members by?<br/>Pick something respectable, bitch.</span>
<<textbox "$KeatonCrewTitle" "">></div>
<div class="choice">[[Confirm|KeatonSSYPhaseOneNo1]]</div><br/><<nobr>>
<<if $cageDreamState is 1 and $playerCockSize is 'small'>>
Regardless of the size of it's contents, the physical presence of a chastity cage was impossible to ignore. You might be small, but that didn't make it any less uncomfortable.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Small is such a suitable size for a sissy like you. How nice does it feel to fit so effortlessly into even the tiniest panties?</span><br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[(Whether I can fit in them doesn't even cross my mind. Technically, what I've got is called a 'micropenis'.)|cageDream][$playerCockSize = 'micro'; $cageDreamState = 2]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[(I can't deny that feels pretty good. As a sissy, there's at least one benefit to being small.)|cageDream][$playerCockSize = 'small'; $cageDreamState = 2]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $cageDreamState is 1 and $playerCockSize is 'average'>>
You tapped at the cage's casing, the lack of a hollow sound made it clear the cade was completely full. If someone of average size like you was uncomfortable in one, it seemed discomfort was probably unavoidable.<br/><br/>
The device wasn't always distracting though, but at times like this it's presence became much more obvious; moments where there was little stimulation available outside your own thoughts.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Average size - nothing too impressive, but it can still fit into panties quite nicely. Makes for a noticeable bulge too.</span><br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">You shouldn't be locked like this. You should be using it. What's wrong with you?</span><br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[(Nothing, because it's not a cock. It's my clit.)|cageDream][$playerCockOrClit = 'clit'; $cageDreamState = 2]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[(I'm a sissy - my cock isn't the focus.)|cageDream][$playerCockOrClit = 'cock'; $cageDreamState = 2]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $cageDreamState is 1 and $playerCockSize is 'big'>>
Fitting inside it might of been a tight squeeze, but you just about managed to do it. Good thing it wasn't a smaller model or you might not of made it, <span class="innerSissyText">not that it would of made you any less of a sissy...</span><br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">There's an assumption by many that a sissy has to have a small cock. With all the vocal sissies lamenting how they don't measure up, and the overwhelming number of sissy captions and memes about it, it's no wonder the idea spread around.</span><br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">But what does it say about you though? You're a sissy and you're packing. No, it's not the size of the cock that matters, it's who it's attached to.</span><br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">Most men would kill to have the genetic gift you've been given between their legs, and here you are locking yours away.</span><br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[(I'm not most men. Regardless of it's size, it's still my clit.)|cageDream][$playerCockOrClit = 'clit'; $cageDreamState = 2]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[(I'm not most men. A sissy can have a big dick and I'm proof.)|cageDream][$playerCockOrClit = 'cock'; $cageDreamState = 2]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $cageDreamState is 2 and $playerCockSize is 'micro'>>
<span class="innerShameText">Extraoridinarily small. A rare genetic condition that occurs in just 1.5 of 10,000 males, and you're one of them.</span><br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">A condition completely out of your control, but that hasn't stopped society using it as the punchline. You can't change your size, but you can decide how you feel about it. As a sissy, it's minuscule presence might even be a benefit...</span><br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[(My tiny size is just another sign that I'm meant to be a sissy. I don't measure up. The pathetic size of it deserves to be ridiculed.)|cageDream][$playerSPH = 1; $cageDreamState = 3]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[(I'm a sissy because I'm a sissy. My small size doesn't matter and it doesn't deserve ridicule. I actually quite like it this way!)|cageDream][$playerSPH = 0; $cageDreamState = 3]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $cageDreamState is 2 and $playerCockSize is 'small'>>
<span class="innerSissyText">Exactly! As a sissy you can turn things society would unfairly ridicule you over into pleasure. You can't control your size, but you can control how you feel about it.</span><br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[(My small size is just another sign that I'm meant to be a sissy. I don't measure up. The pathetic size of it deserves to be ridiculed.)|cageDream][$playerSPH = 1; $cageDreamState = 3]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[(I'm a sissy because I'm a sissy - my small size doesn't matter. It doesn't deserve ridicule, I actually quite like it this way!)|cageDream][$playerSPH = 0; $cageDreamState = 3]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $cageDreamState is 3 and $playerCockSize is 'micro'>>
<span class="innerShameText">No matter the size and how you feel about it, it doesn't mean you should lock it away like this. What's wrong with you?</span><br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[(Nothing, because to me it's not a cock. It's my clit.)|cageDream][$playerCockOrClit = 'clit'; $cageDreamState = 4]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[(I'm a sissy - my cock isn't the focus.)|cageDream][$playerCockOrClit = 'cock'; $cageDreamState = 4]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $cageDreamState is 3 and $playerCockSize is 'small'>>
<span class="innerShameText">No matter the size and how you feel about it, it doesn't mean you should lock it away like this. What's wrong with you?</span><br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[(Nothing, because to me it's not a cock. It's my clit.)|cageDream][$playerCockOrClit = 'clit'; $cageDreamState = 4]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[(I'm a sissy - my cock isn't the focus.)|cageDream][$playerCockOrClit = 'cock'; $cageDreamState = 4]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $cageDreamState is 4 and $playerCockOrClit is 'clit'>>
<<if $playerSPH is 1>>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1cageDreamSPH.jpg" alt="Your size is so small it isnt worth comparing to others" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<<else>>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1cageDreamSmall.jpg" alt="You are happy having a cute little package, it is perfect for you" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<</if>>
<span class="innerSissyText">That's the way to think about it. It's your clit, and whether caged or not it deserves to be treated like one.</span><br/><br/>
It was funny - all this thinking about what was in-between your legs had distracted you from the cage itself.<br/><br/>
After coming to the end of your train of thought, you could feel your eyelids growing heavy, and mere moments after getting back into bed you feel into a cosy sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|SSYsleep2]]
<<elseif $cageDreamState is 4 and $playerCockOrClit is 'cock'>>
<<if $playerSPH is 1>>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1cageDreamSPH.jpg" alt="Your size is so small it isnt worth comparing to others" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<<else>>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1cageDreamSmall.jpg" alt="You are happy having a cute little package, it is perfect for you" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<</if>>
<span class="innerSissyText">It's a sissy's cock, but a cock nonetheless.</span><br/><br/>
It was funny - all this thinking about what was in-between your legs had distracted you from the cage itself.<br/><br/>
After coming to the end of your train of thought, you could feel your eyelids growing heavy, and mere moments after getting back into bed you feel into a cosy sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|SSYsleep2]]
<<elseif $cageDreamState is 2 and $playerCockSize is 'average'>>
<<if $playerCockOrClit is 'clit'>>
<span class="innerSissyText">It's your clit, and whether caged or not it deserves to be treated like one.</span><br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="innerSissyText">It's a sissy's cock, but a cock nonetheless.</span><br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerComplexVirginMentality is 'sissyVirginOnly'>>
<span class="innerShameText">Have you forgotten how sex feels? Tucking yourself away into panties and locking yourself up is only pushing you further away from it.</span><br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Away from that and towards the kind of sex you should be having instead...</span><br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="innerShameText">You do realize you've never never fucked a single person with it? Not one.</span><br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">But what worry is that to a sissy? The only size that really matters now is the size of your partner...</span><br/><br/>
<</if>>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1cageDreamAverage.jpg" alt="Your average size makes what is between your legs at least interesting" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
It was funny - all this thinking about what was in-between your legs had distracted you from the cage itself.<br/><br/>
After coming to the end of your train of thought, you could feel your eyelids growing heavy, and mere moments after getting back into bed you feel into a cosy sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|SSYsleep2]]
<<elseif $cageDreamState is 2 and $playerCockSize is 'big'>>
<<if $playerCockOrClit is 'clit'>>
<span class="innerSissyText">It's your clit - big or small, caged or uncaged, it deserves to be treated like one.</span><br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="innerSissyText">It's a huge cock, but it's still a sissy's cock.</span><br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerComplexVirginMentality is 'sissyVirginOnly'>>
<span class="innerShameText">Isn't it wasted on you? You won the genetic lottery and here you are tucking it into panties and locking it up.</span><br/><br/>
<<else>>
<<if $playerCockOrClit is 'clit'>>
<span class="innerShameText">You've never used it. You're hung but you've never fucked a single person with what you have. What a waste.</span><br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="innerShameText">And you've never used it. You've got a huge <<if $playerCockOrClit is 'clit'>>clit<<else>>cock<</if>> and you've never fucked a single person with it. What a waste.</span><br/><br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[[(Yes. It's wasted on a sissy like me.)|cageDream][$playerSissyBigPenisGuilt = 'yes'; $cageDreamState = 3]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[(I don't feel guilty.)|cageDream][$playerSissyBigPenisGuilt = 'no'; $cageDreamState = 3]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $cageDreamState is 3 and $playerCockSize is 'big'>>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1cageDreamBig.jpg" alt="Its impossible for a hung sissy to hide how much being one excites them" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<<if $playerSissyBigPenisGuilt is 'yes'>>
<span class="innerSissyText">You're huge and you're still a sissy, do you know why? Because it's who you really are.</span><br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="innerSissyText">It's not about size, it's about how you use it. It's easy to forget that also includes how you don't use it...</span><br/><br/>
<</if>>
It was funny - all this thinking about what was in-between your legs had distracted you from the cage itself.<br/><br/>
After coming to the end of your train of thought, you could feel your eyelids growing heavy, and mere moments after getting back into bed you feel into a cosy sleep.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|SSYsleep2]]
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<img src="images/locations/cafeteria.jpg" alt="cafeteria" class="storyImage">
<<if $taskFindRedLingState is 1>>
<div class="centerLinks">
[[With the information you discovered, you could try finding Mabel|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$mabelFindAttempt = 1]]<br/>
[[Go back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
</div>
<<elseif $taskFindRedLingState is 3>>
<div class="centerLinks">
[[Visit Mabel to buy the lingerie|taskDudeWheresMyBra]]<br/>
[[Go back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
</div>
<<elseif $taskHelpMeOutBraState is 2 or $taskDudeWheresMyBraState is 2>>
<div class="centerLinks">
[[There's plenty of people here today. Maybe someone knows where Mabel lives|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$taskFindRedLingState = 0]]<br/>
[[Go back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
</div>
<<else>>
<div class="centerLinks">
There's nothing going on in the cafeteria right now.<br/><br/>
[[Go back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
</div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<img src="images/locations/visitors.jpg" alt="visitors" class="storyImage">
<div class="centerLinks">
<<if $visitorTodayState is 1>>$gf is here to visit you today.<br/>
<<if $encouragingGirlfriendState is 10000001>>
[[Visit her|cEncouragingGFEvent1Visit][$cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState = 0]]
<<else>>
Something wrong, Vistor room States.
<</if>>
<<else>>There is nobody here to visit you today.<br/>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
<</if>>
</div>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $taskThePinkPantierState is 0 or $taskThePinkPantierState is 1>>
The phone area was typically one of Grenton's more chilled out areas. People didn't like their conversations being overheard, and would adopt a soft-spoken tone when talking to their loved-ones. Today was unusual, as on entry you could hear the loud frustrations of an agitated inhabitant.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"...I don't know why Andy would say that! Boss, me and my girl are still travelling - I thought we agreed this was OK! No... no, she can't come to the phone right now. Aw come on boss, have I ever given you reason to doubt me? Boss? BOSS!"<br/><br/>
The call abruptly ended with the man angrily slamming the phone into it's box, before clutching his hands to his head and sliding to the floor in a despairing heap.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Fuck... FUCK!"<br/><br/>
Your instinct was to leave the sad figure to themselves, but as you approached closer to the phones you recognized him. It was the guy you had reported to at Keaton's event.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zsteve.jpg" alt="picture of Steve" class="storyImage">
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>><span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Um, hi Ste... I mean, hello $KeatonCrewTitle?"<br/><br/><<else>><span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Um, hi... Steve?"<br/><br/><</if>>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Huh? Oh... it's you."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Are you going to be alright?"<br/><br/>
He picked himself up and answered with an unconvincing sigh.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Yeah, I guess so. Can always find a new job... eventually."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Were you just fired?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Not yet, but sounds like I'm about to be. It's a long story but I knew my boss hates the idea of working with criminals, so just before I got sent down I tried to arrange with him that I'd take a gap year to go on unpaid vacation. He didn't approve of it until I made up some story about how it was to go travelling with the love of my life. It was all going smoothly, but it sounds like my co-worker just let the cat out of the bag that I don't actually have a girlfriend at all."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "That's a bit of a risky move. You really thought you could get away with that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Yeah, I know, but... I love my job, I really don't want to lose it. It sucks to lie to my boss, but I'm a good worker if nothing else! After this place, I just want to get back on the straight and narrow, y'know?"<br/><br/>
You didn't really know what to say in response to his scheme, but before you could reply, you realized he was eyeing you up and down with a curious look.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Wait a minute, it's so obvious now! You! You could be 'my girl'!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Wh-what!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"We would make it look like you're the girl I'm travelling with - with a little proof my boss won't look into things any further! We just need a few pictures of us together that I can post to my Instagram. When he sees them he'll keep on believing me! Keaton's the only one here with a phone connected to the internet, but I know he'll let me borrow it for this. And don't worry about privacy, we won't have to show your face!"<br/><br/>
<<if $taskThePinkPantierState is 1>>
He looked at you, awaiting your approval of the idea. It reminded you of what Jessica mentioned; the pink lingerie set he has in his possession. This was your chance to make it yours.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Fine, I'll do it. But when we're done I get to keep that pink lingerie you have, deal?<br/><br/>
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>><span class="male">Steve: </span>"Ha, you're not exactly in a position to bargain, bitch. But sure, I'll let you keep it. Let's do this."<br/><br/><<else>><span class="male">Steve: </span>"Ha, it's better in your hands than mine. Deal."<br/><br/><</if>>
<<else>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I, um... I'm not sure about this..."<br/><br/>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Well how about this - I've got a pink lingerie set you can keep if you help me here. It was a little something Keaton arranged for you, in case you didn't find anything for his event. Help me out, and it's all yours."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Well how about this - remember that pink lingerie set you borrowed for Keaton's event? Help me out, and it's all yours."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
The fact he saw you as convincing enough to pose as his lover was actually quite flattering, and it wasn't like you could ever say no to the promise of more lingerie.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Alright, let's try pulling this off."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Great!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<set $taskThePinkPantierState to 2>>
<div class="taskBox">
<span class="newSideTaskTag">Started</span>
<div class="taskBoxHeader">The Pink Pantier</div>
<div class="taskBoxDesc">Steve needs you to pose as his girlfriend.<br/>Can you?</div>
</div>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"OK, I'm going to need two photos in two different locations - enough to convince the boss you're not just some randomer. And obviously, it's gotta look like I'm living it up with a hot babe!"<br/><br/>
He looked to you, hungry for your input - it appeared he didn't have the imagination to actually pull this off himself. At least it left you with some control over the situation.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Hmm, I guess my room could be made to look like a nice hotel stay. We could try there first?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Sounds good. Call me over one morning when you're feeling up to it; getting the shots will probably take the best part of a day. Oh, and make sure you're smooth too - It'll look better in the photos."<br/><br/>
[[Go to the phones|SSYPhones]]<br/>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
<<else>>
<img src="images/locations/phones.jpg" alt="phone room" class="storyImage"><br/>
<div class="centerLinks">
<<if $money gte 2>>
<<if $gfType is 'open' and $cEncouragingGFEvent1Complete is 0>>
<<link "Use phone to ring $gf">>
<<set $money -= 2>>
<<goto "cEncouragingGFEvent1">>
<</link>>
<br/>
<</if>>
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to make a phone call.
<</if>>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
</div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<img src="images/locations/workshop.jpg" alt="workshop" class="storyImage">
<div class="centerLinks">
A bored member of staff was sat ready to give out work. There's plenty to do.<br/> <br/>
<<if $ap gt 0>>
[[Solder electronic components.|SSYSolder][$ap -= 1]]<br/>
[[Hard labour.|SSYLabour][$ap -= 1]]<br/>
[[Prepare food with cafeteria staff.|SSYCook][$ap -= 1]]<br/><br/>
<<else>>
You had no energy left to put into working.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $SSYSidneyState is 2>>
[[Go to The Foundry.|SSYTheFoundry]]<br/><br/>
<<elseif $foundryUnlocked is 1 and $SSYSidneyState is 1 and $sidneyConvoState is 9>>
It's not worth visiting The Foundry, until I swap the lens.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $foundryUnlocked is 1 and $SSYSidneyState is 1 and $sidneyConvoState is 3>>
It's not worth visiting The Foundry, until I swap the lens.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $foundryUnlocked is 1>>
[[Go to The Foundry.|SSYSidney1]]<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $taskMaidToOrderState is 3 and $boughtSoftDarkMaterial is 1>>
<div class="choice">[[Ask Dion to make your Iggy's Bistro uniform|dionMaidToOrder][$dionMaidToOrderState = 1]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $metDion is 1>>
[[Visit the Textiles room.|SSYDion1]]<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Tuesday' or Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Thursday' or Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Saturday'>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>
Dean's here today too. Whether or not he's working today, he looks relaxed right now.<br/>
[[Speak to Dean.|SSYDeanWorkshop]]<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
</div>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<div class="centerLinks">
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
</div>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $recRoomQuestion is 'taskMakingUpQuestion'>>
<<set $recRoomQuestion to 'none'>>
Your question caught the men's attention, but seeing it was you who was asking it, they ignored it and returned their gaze to the TV. One of them could tell you were still waiting for a response, and eventually relented with the bare minimum, hoping that would make make you buzz off.<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Disinterested Man:</span> "...nope."<br/><br/>
It was clear you weren't welcome among these guys. As you sulked away from the fruitless encounter, you heard one of them pipe up behind you.<br/><br/>
<span class="male5">Curious Man:</span> "What'd the sissy want?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Disinterested Man:</span> "Dunno really. Something about some guy called Freddie?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male5">Curious Man:</span> "That little gay guy?"<br/><br/>
You suddenly paused your exit. Apparently they were all too happy to have a yap - just not to you.<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Questioning Man:</span> "That dude's gay? How would you know? You been getting up to somethin' or somethin'?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male5">Curious Man:</span> "Ain't it obvious! The mannerisms, his voice - you ever noticed he even wears makeup sometimes? Plus the dude is down seriously bad for Lei. He used to follow him everywhere like some puppy before the crew formed."<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Disinterested Man:</span> "Heh, suppose I never had an eye for these type of things. Guess they're all looking for each other to do their nails together or some crap, a ha ha!"<br/><br/>
They laughed among themselves before quieting down. Still, that was more than enough to give you an intriguing insight into Freddie.<br/><br/>
<div class="centerLinks">
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
</div>
<<elseif $taskMakingUpState is 5 and $recRoomMakingUpInfoFound is 0>>
<img src="images/locations/rec_room.jpg" alt="recreation room" class="storyImage">
A group of guys are hanging out here today. You feel a little nervous to ask, but maybe someone here knows Freddie.<br/><br/>
[[Hey, are any of you familiar with a guy called Freddie?|SSYRecreationRoom][$recRoomQuestion = 'taskMakingUpQuestion'; $recRoomMakingUpInfoFound = 1]]<br/>
<br/>
<div class="centerLinks">
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
</div>
<<else>>
<img src="images/locations/rec_room.jpg" alt="recreation room" class="storyImage">
There doesn't seem to be much going on in the Rec room right now.<br/><br/>
<div class="centerLinks">
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
</div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $deanQuestion is 'dudeWheresMyBraQuestion'>>
<<set $taskDudeWheresMyBraState to 2>>
<<set $deanQuestion to 0>>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Wow, I can't believe I'm saying this, but yeah I did! Don't judge me, but that red lingerie really caught my eye, ha ha! Made me think of a girl on the outside I'd hope to see in it for one day..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"That was actually mine, did you see where it went?"<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Hm, I remember they were left in the washer a while, so somebody put them on a pile of women's clothes that hadn't been picked up yet. That pile belonged to Mabel, so I reckon when they finally came to pick up their clothes, the lingerie was taken with them."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Damn, so where can I find Mabel?"<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"No idea, bud. I've heard they stick mainly to their room; not unlike the cranky old guy you shared your last room with. The best place to ask around would be the cafeteria, I reckon."<br/><br/>
This felt like it was turning into a real wild goose chase. Just how much were you going to have to go through just to get your panties back?<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Sorry for the trouble. Hey, I'll put in word about you down at the laundry room, make em know there's another <em>fancy dresser</em> like yourself around, ha! Hopefully stops it happening again."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Appreciate it. Well, I better get searching. See ya about."<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
<<elseif $deanQuestion is 'taskMakingUpQuestion'>>
<<set $deanQuestion to 0>>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Never heard of him, bud. What's he look like?"<br/><br/>
You told him about Freddie, including his ash based shenanigans, but Dean still looked clueless.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Nah, pretty sure I've never come across him. Glad I haven't too; matey sounds off his fuckin' nut!"<br/><br/>
[[Continue|SSYmessRoom]]
<<elseif $deanQuestion is 'scoutJavierWithMeQuestion'>>
<<set $deanQuestion to 0>>
<<if $ssy1FoundDeanInCafeteria is 1>>
You found Dean just in the nick of time. A moment longer and you would of missed him; he had just finished stacking his meal tray and was about to leave.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Hey Dean! You got a minute?"<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Yo mate, you good?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Hope you don't mind me being so forward, but I could really use your help."<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"That depends, bud - what do you need?"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
You explained the situation while doing your best not to be overheard. To your pleasant surprise, Dean was all too happy to help.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Is that it? Ha, sure I can help ya."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Really? When's a good time for you? I kinda need to do this as soon as possible."<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"How about now? I wasn't about to get up to much anyway."<br/><br/>
From his cheeky smile, you got the impression he enjoyed any opportunity for a little mischief.<br/><br/>
<<set $ssy1JavierLookoutNeeded to 2>>
<<set $ssy1OfficeObservationState to 0>>
[[Head to the Officer's Room together|ssy1OfficeObservation]]
<<elseif $deanState is 0>>
<<set $deanState to 1>>
<img src="images/scenes/Zdean.jpg" alt="picture of Dean" class="storyImage">
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Hey Dean."<br/><br/>
<<if $ssy1JavierLookoutNeeded gte 2>>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Hey, $name. Glad you stopped by, I actually wanted to have a proper talk with you when we did the scouting thing, but you seemed preoccupied. I heard about how things went with you and Keaton, just wanted to check... you good?"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"$name - I heard about that stuff that went between you and Keaton... you good?"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
It was at this moment you realized just how quickly your transformation must of seemed from his perspective. It really wasn't that long ago that he welcomed you to sit with him and his friends in the cafeteria.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Yeah, I'm just... adjusting to things."<br/><br/>
<<if $deanAdvisedSissy is 1>>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Mate, I need to apologize. When you came to me before... I was such a nob. I guess I just wasn't expecting that. I saw you as one of the guys."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"It's alright, plus you still helped me out."<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Nah - that was some pussyhole behaviour. That's not me, bud. And when I thought more on it, I realized this doesn't need to change anything between us. So, we good still?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Of course!"<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Sick! However things go in here, you, me and Khan still gotta look out for each other, yeah?"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Mate, I heard all about what you've been up to. Honestly, it came as a bit of a shock. I saw you as one of us guys, bud..."<br/><br/>
It should of been obvious that word of your deeds would get around Grenton fast. You really didn't know what to say, but thankfully Dean cut the silence.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"...but I just wanted to say... whatever's happening with you, it doesn't change anything between us friends, at least I hope. You, me and Khan, we still gotta look out for each other, yeah?"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"What about Anderson?"<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Ha, that fucking sneak? He's gone, mate! Kept his leaving date quiet and poof - he was gone. Always felt something off about him, but to just up and leave like that... what a twat."<br/><br/>
<<if $andersonSissyDeal is 1>>
Anderson was gone!? So his promise to only borrow the photos was a blatant lie! You cringed at the thought of him owning the photos forever; an disturbingly intrusive thought of him salivating over $gf came to mind.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"*Ergh* ...that asshole."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"I always felt there was something unfriendly about him."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Ah, forget about him - he was a boring bastard anyway! Anyway, I should probably be getting back to work soon - living in Grenton feels like it gets more expensive by the day!"<br/><br/>
<<if $taskDudeWheresMyBraState is 1>>
[[Ask if he saw the red lingerie in the laundry room.|SSYDeanWorkshop][$deanQuestion = 'dudeWheresMyBraQuestion']]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $ssy1JavierLookoutNeeded is 1>>
[[Ask him to be your lookout while you scout the Officer's room.|SSYDeanWorkshop][$deanQuestion = 'scoutJavierWithMeQuestion']]<br/>
<</if>>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
<<elseif $deanState is 1>>
<img src="images/scenes/Zdean.jpg" alt="picture of Dean" class="storyImage">
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Hey, bud! You good? I was just about to start work, but let me know if you need anything."<br/><br/>
<<if $ssy1JavierLookoutNeeded is 1>>
[[Ask him to be your lookout while you scout the Officer's room.|SSYDeanWorkshop][$deanQuestion = 'scoutJavierWithMeQuestion']]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $SSYSidneyState is 1 and $sidneyConvoState is 3>>
[[Ask him to be your lookout again.|SSYSidney1]]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $SSYSidneyState is 1 and $sidneyConvoState is 9 and $sidneyLensAttemptToday is 0>>
[[Ask him to be your lookout... again.|SSYSidney1]]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $taskDudeWheresMyBraState is 1>>
[[Ask if he saw the red lingerie in the laundry room.|SSYDeanWorkshop][$deanQuestion = 'dudeWheresMyBraQuestion']]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $taskMakingUpState is 5>>
[[Do you know anything about a guy called Freddie?|SSYDeanWorkshop][$deanQuestion = 'taskMakingUpQuestion']]<br/>
<</if>>
[["Just wanted to say hi." Go Back to Workshop|SSYWorkshop]]
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $taskFindRedLingState is 4>>
Mabel looked pleased with the deal, and handed you your new lingerie.<br/><br/>
<div class="taskBox">
<span class="newSideTaskTag">Complete!</span>
<div class="taskBoxHeader">Help me out here, bra!</div>
<div class="taskBoxDesc">
<div class="taskBoxRewardText">You now own a sexy red lingerie set!</div>
<img class="equipSlot rewardClothingItem" src="images/items/redSatinBra.jpg"><img class="equipSlot rewardClothingItem" src="images/items/redSatinPanties.jpg"><img class="equipSlot rewardClothingItem rewardClothingItemEnd" src="images/items/redSatinGarterBelt.jpg">
<div class="taskBoxRewardStat grentonReputationIncrease">Grenton Reputation +100</div><<set $grentonReputationGeneral += 100>><<set $crewCred += 100>>
</div>
</div>
<<set $taskHelpMeOutBraState to 999>>
<<set $taskFindRedLingState to 999>>
<span class="mabel">Mabel: </span>"At least someone will get some enjoyment out of it. It's such a pretty set - I'll still be on the lookout for something similar that actually fits me..."<br/><br/>
<<if $playerBras.has('Red satin bra')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerBras' 'Red satin bra'>><</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwears.has('Red satin panties')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerUnderwears' 'Red satin panties'>><</if>>
<<if $playerGarters.has('Red satin garter belt')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerGarters' 'Red satin garter belt'>><</if>>
<img src="images/items/redSatinSet.jpg" alt="sexy red satin bra and red satin with mesh backed panties" class="storyImage">
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"This looks amazing! Thank you, Mabel. Hey, maybe we could hang out sometime, just us girls?"<br/><br/>
From the moment you asked, you could tell Mabel was dismissive of the idea. She did her best to let you down gently in her cool, professional manner.<br/><br/>
<span class="mabel">Mabel: </span>"Thanks for the offer $name, but I'd prefer to keep to myself for the time being, if you don't mind. Perhaps a hello if you see me around wouldn't be out of the question."<br/><br/>
You were a little disappointed after saying goodbye, but it was nothing compared to the joy of having such a sexy set of underwear in your possession! You returned to the main block with a smile on your face.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
<<elseif $taskFindRedLingState is 3>>
You knocked on Mabel's door again.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zmabel.jpg" alt="picture of Mabel" class="storyImage">
<span class="mabel">Mabel: </span>"$name, you're back. Ready to buy?"<br/><br/>
<<if $money gte 40>>
<div class="choice">[[Here's the money.|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$money -= 40; $taskFindRedLingState = 4]]</div><br/>
<<else>>
<div class="choice greyedOut">Even if you wanted to buy it, you don't have the money right now.</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[[Not right now. Sorry for wasting your time.|SSYmessRoom]]</div>
<<elseif $roomChoice is 13>>
<<set $metMabel to 1>>
Block C, room number 13. You knocked at the door.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Hello? Mabel, are you home?"<br/><br/>
No noise came from behind the door, yet you somehow felt sure this was the right room. After another knock the door lock suddenly clicked, and standing before you must of been Mabel, who's expression quickly changed from annoyance to intrigue.<br/><br/>
<span class="mabel">Mabel: </span>"Oh, hello."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Um, hi Mabel. You don't know me, but I'm $name."<br/><br/>
<span class="mabel">Mabel: </span>"$name? Actually, I think I have heard of you. Aren't you the eager young thing that got involved with Keaton? The one who isn't Jessica, that is."<br/><br/>
You let out a nervous laugh, unsure at exactly what that meant for your reputation.<br/><br/>
<span class="mabel">Mabel: </span>"Don't look so shocked - there's so few of us femmes here it's not exactly hard to figure out. How many of us are there, three? Four maybe?"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zmabel.jpg" alt="picture of Mabel" class="storyImage">
She crossed her arms and smiled. Her composure exuded quiet confidence; wearing a purple jacket and leather pants gave her an aura of 'no-nonsense' that almost made her seem intimidating, but that was offset by the rest of her feminine look; her soft cinnamon brown hair, dark winged eyeliner and soft black satin camisole top. Underneath the outfit, she almost appeared to have a slight muscular build.<br/><br/>
<span class="mabel">Mabel: </span>"Easy there, girlie. If you stare any longer I'm going to have to charge."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Eep! Sorry, it just still surprises me to know there's others like me."<br/><br/>
<span class="mabel">Mabel: </span>"Well, I wouldn't go as far as to say that. From what I heard, you're just started out - I've been who I am for years now. And I haven't done any deals with Keaton, neither. He learned pretty quick he couldn't mess with a woman like me."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Oh, I didn't exactly mean it like that-"<br/><br/>
There was a kind smile on her face as she interrupted you.<br/><br/>
<span class="mabel">Mabel: </span>"It's OK, I know what you meant. But I can't say my journey was anything like what your one seems to be. If you were coming here for help I don't think there's much I can offer."<br/><br/>
<<if $taskDudeWheresMyBraState is 3>>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Actually, I came here because you might have something of mine. I think there may have been a mix up in the laundry room. Do you happen to have a red lingerie set by any chance?"<br/><br/>
Immediately Mabel began to close her door. The rude gesture startled you - was she just going to flat out ignore you? Before you could react, she suddenly pulled the door back open again, revealing your red bra dangling by it's strap on her finger.<br/><br/>
<<if $playerBras.has('Red satin bra')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerBras' 'Red satin bra'>><</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwears.has('Red satin panties')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerUnderwears' 'Red satin panties'>><</if>>
<<if $playerGarters.has('Red satin garter belt')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerGarters' 'Red satin garter belt'>><</if>>
<img src="images/items/redSatinSet.jpg" alt="sexy red satin bra and red satin with mesh backed panties" class="storyImage">
<span class="mabel">Mabel: </span>"Cute little number you got yourself, hmm? I actually thought they were Jessica's, so I've been keeping them right next to my door expecting her to pick them up any day now. It may of been tempting to keep them for myself if I had any chance of squeezing into them."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"That's them - that's my lingerie!"<br/><br/>
<span class="mabel">Mabel: </span>"Wow, easily excitable one, aren't you? I'm starting to see why you took up Keaton's offer so quickly. Here."<br/><br/>
<div class="taskBox">
<span class="newSideTaskTag">Complete!</span>
<div class="taskBoxHeader">Dude, where's my bra?</div>
<div class="taskBoxDesc">
<div class="taskBoxRewardText">You got your lingerie set back!</div>
<img class="equipSlot rewardClothingItem" src="images/items/redSatinBra.jpg"><img class="equipSlot rewardClothingItem" src="images/items/redSatinPanties.jpg"><img class="equipSlot rewardClothingItem rewardClothingItemEnd" src="images/items/redSatinGarterBelt.jpg">
<div class="taskBoxRewardStat grentonReputationIncrease">Grenton Reputation +100</div><<set $grentonReputationGeneral += 100>><<set $crewCred += 100>>
</div>
</div>
<<set $taskDudeWheresMyBraState to 999>>
<<set $taskFindRedLingState to 999>>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"At last. Thank you, Mabel. Hey, maybe we could hang out sometime, just us girls?"<br/><br/>
From the moment you asked, you could tell Mabel was dismissive of the idea. She did her best to let you down gently in her cool, professional manner.<br/><br/>
<span class="mabel">Mabel: </span>"Thank you for the offer $name, but I'd prefer to keep to myself for the time being, if you don't mind. Perhaps a hello if you see me around wouldn't be out of the question."<br/><br/>
You were a little disappointed after saying goodbye, but it was nothing compared to the joy of having such a sexy set of underwear in your possession! You returned to the main block with a smile on your face.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom][$ap -= 1]]
<<else>>
<<if $taskHelpMeOutBraState gt 0>>
<<set $taskHelpMeOutBraState to 4>>
<</if>>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Wait, please! I came here because I heard you may have lingerie I could buy from you. Is that true, by any chance?"<br/><br/>
Immediately Mabel began to close her door. The rude gesture startled you - was she just going to flat out ignore you? Before you could react, she suddenly pulled the door back open again, revealing your red bra dangling by it's strap on her finger.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/redSatinSet.jpg" alt="sexy red satin bra and red satin with mesh backed panties" class="storyImage">
<span class="mabel">Mabel: </span>"Cute little number, isn't it? I've kept them right by my door, ready to give Khan a piece of my mind if somehow he ever came by. He must of known these wouldn't fit me!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"It's beautiful! I'd love to have them if they're no good for you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mabel">Mabel: </span>"Wow, don't you look excited? I guess passion for an alluring outfit is something we actually do have in common... fine, let's say $40 and they're yours."<br/><br/>
$40? For almost everyone in here, things came down to money, didn't they? At the price though it wasn't a bad deal.<br/><br/>
<<set $taskHelpMeOutBraState to 3>>
<<if $money gte 40>>
<div class="choice">[[Here's the money.|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$money -= 40; $ap -= 1; $taskFindRedLingState = 4]]</div><br/>
<<else>>
<div class="choice greyedOut">Even if you wanted to buy it, you don't have the money right now.</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[[Not right now. Maybe I'll buy it another time.|SSYmessRoom][$ap -= 1; $taskFindRedLingState = 3]]</div>
<</if>>
<<elseif $mabelFindAttempt is 4>>
Argh, wrong again! You ran away once more. That's it, you need to take a break, there's no way you can keep running around like this. Maybe you'll come back to the cafeteria and try again sometime.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom][$ap -= 1]]
<<elseif $taskFindRedLingState is 0>>
<<set $taskFindRedLingState to 1>>
<<set $metJollyOldMan to 1>>
<<set $metTheFiveLads to 1>>
Despite the odd looks you got, the people in the cafeteria were mostly friendly. You gingerly approached a few tables to ask about Mabel, but quickly found out most people didn't even recognize the name. You were just about to lose heart when a group on one table piped up.<br/><br/>
<span class="male2">Young guy:</span> "Mabel? Yeah, we know Mabel."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Could you let me know which room they're staying at, please? I just need to ask them something."<br/><br/>
The five lads muttered among themselves. They were almost done with their food, but seemed willing to lend you a hand. The only problem was that none of them knew exactly where Mabel could be found.<br/><br/>
<span class="male2">Young guy:</span> "Wait, so not a single one of us actually knows where Mabel's room is? I'm sure we've been by there before."<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Gruff guy:</span> "We have, but this whole place is so disorientating - I can't even remember what block it was!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male2">Young guy:</span> "Come on guys, we can at least try to help $KeatonCrewPetName out. Everybody share what they know..."<br/><br/>
One at a time, each man told you what they knew.<br/><br/>
<span class="male5">Lanky guy:</span> "Hm, I'm pretty sure the room number had a 3 in it."<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Bashful guy:</span> "I don't remember the exact block, but the room is on the Top Floor of it."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Cheerful guy:</span> "Hey, I know which Block it was - it's B!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male2">Young guy:</span> "No, no, no! It was on Block C!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Gruff guy:</span> "All I know is, it was definitely not on the Ground Floor."<br/><br/>
You did your best to hold the disjointed fragments of information in your head. It seemed these clues were your best hope of figuring out where Mabel was.<br/><br/>
Despite their aid being questionable at best, the lads seemed pleased with themselves for 'helping you'. They seemed oblivious to the state of puzzlement they left you in, and left the cafeteria in the midst of excitable conversation.<br/><br/>
<span class="jollyOldMan">???:</span> "Hee hee! I doubt you'll be figuring that one out anytime soon."<br/><br/>
A plump, bespectacled and bearded old man sat at a table behind you began to waddle himself round in his seat.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Um, hi? Do you have any information about Mabel's location?"<br/><br/>
<span class="jollyOldMan">Jolly old man:</span> "None whatsoever, lady! But I do love a good riddle; emphasis on <em>good</em>. They're no fun when they're unfair though! I've gotten to know those boys well enough just from overhearing things. They're a nice enough group, but two of them sure do enjoy stirring the pot."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Stirring the pot?"<br/><br/>
<span class="jollyOldMan">Jolly old man:</span> "Lying! Tricking! A little jest at another's expense! Lady, two of those statements weren't true!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Oh great... so which two were lying?"<br/><br/>
<span class="jollyOldMan">Jolly old man:</span> "What's-his-face... and erm, y'know... the other one."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"You don't even know their names!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="jollyOldMan">Jolly old man:</span> "Miss, I can barely see a face let alone put a name to one! You learn to pick up on other things when you're almost as blind as me!"<br/><br/>
You apologized for almost rattling the jolly old man, but outside letting you know two of the statements weren't true, there was little more he could help. You'd need to figure this out by yourself.<br/><br/>
[[Let's find Mabel.|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$mabelFindAttempt = 1]]
<<elseif $taskFindRedLingState is 1>>
<<if $taskDudeWheresMyBraState gt 0>>
<<set $taskDudeWheresMyBraState to 3>>
<</if>>
<<if $taskHelpMeOutBraState gt 0>>
<<set $taskHelpMeOutBraState to 3>>
<</if>>
<<if $mabelFindAttempt is 1>>
A poster in the cafeteria shows where the rooms are. Looks like there are different numbering schemes for the rooms; one of these must be Mabel's.<br/><br/>
You remembered the information the lads had shared with you, as well as the jolly old man's warning that two of their statements were incorrect.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $mabelFindAttempt is 2>>
Nope, this room isn't Mabel's - and it seems you've angrily disturbed whoever lived here. You ran off in fright before you could be caught.<br/><br/>
You catch your breath and get ready to try again.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $mabelFindAttempt is 3>>
Wrong room again, and another angry inhabitant to run away from! This isn't good. You're almost exhausted, there's no way you can keep this up much longer. You're ready to give it one more try.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong: $mabelFindAttempt
<</if>>
<span class="male5">Lanky guy:</span> "Hm, I'm pretty sure the room number had a 3 in it."<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Bashful guy:</span> "I don't remember the exact block, but the room is on the Top Floor of it."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Cheerful guy:</span> "Hey, I know which Block it was - it's B!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male2">Young guy:</span> "No, no, no! It was on Block C!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Gruff guy:</span> "All I know is, it was definitely not on the Ground Floor."<br/><br/>
Which room are you going to try?<br/><br/>
<div class="blockMenu blockMenuB">
<div class="blockMenuFloor"><strong>BLOCK B</strong></div>
<div class="blockMenuRow">
<div class="roomChoice">[['3-1'|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 301, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[['3-2'|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 302, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[['3-3'|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 303, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><br/>
</div>
<div class="blockMenuRow">
<div class="roomChoice">[['2-1'|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 201, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[['2-2'|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 202, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[['2-3'|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 203, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><br/>
</div>
<div class="blockMenuRow">
<div class="roomChoice">[['1-1'|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 101, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[['1-2'|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 102, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[['1-3'|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 103, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div>
</div>
</div>
<div class="blockMenu blockMenuC">
<div class="blockMenuFloor"><strong>BLOCK C</strong></div>
<div class="blockMenuRow">
<div class="roomChoice">[[19|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 19, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[[20|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 20, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[[21|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 21, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[[22|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 22, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[[23|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 23, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[[24|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 24, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><br/>
</div>
<div class="blockMenuRow">
<div class="roomChoice">[[13|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 13]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[[14|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 14, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[[15|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 15, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[[16|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 16, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[[17|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 17, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[[18|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 18, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><br/>
</div>
<div class="blockMenuRow">
<div class="roomChoice">[[7|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 7, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[[8|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 8, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[[9|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 9, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[[10|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 10, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[[11|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 11, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[[12|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 12, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><br/>
</div>
<div class="blockMenuRow">
<div class="roomChoice">[[1|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 1, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[[2|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 2, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[[3|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 3, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[[4|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 4, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[[5|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 5, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div><div class="roomChoice">[[6|taskDudeWheresMyBra][$roomChoice = 6, $mabelFindAttempt += 1]]</div>
</div>
</div>
<<else>>
Something wrong: taskFindRedLing.
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<back>><br/><br/>
<div class="SocialHeaderRow">
<div class="selectBonds selected" id="BondsButton" onclick="$('#panelBonds').removeClass('invisible');$('#panelSideAffairs').addClass('invisible');$('#SidesButton').removeClass('selected');$('#BondsButton').addClass('selected');$('#SocialActiveBar').removeClass('bonds');">BONDS</div>
<div class="selectSides" id="SidesButton" onclick="$('#panelSideAffairs').removeClass('invisible');$('#panelBonds').addClass('invisible');$('#BondsButton').removeClass('selected');$('#SidesButton').addClass('selected');$('#SocialActiveBar').addClass('bonds');">SIDE AFFAIRS</div>
</div>
<div id="SocialActiveBar" class="SocialHeaderActiveBar"></div>
<br/>
<div id="panelBonds">
<<if $gfType is 'open'>>
<<if $gfBondLevel gt 0>>
<div class="socialDisplayDiv">
<div class="socialDisplayPic"><img src="images/extras/_social_gf.jpg" alt="Profile picture of your girlfriend" class="socialDisplayImg"></div>
<div class="socialDisplayDescription">
<div class="socialDisplayName socialDisplayNameGf"><span class="socialDisplayNameSpan">$gf</span></div>
<div class="socialDisplayBondLevel">
<<for _i to 0; _i < $gfBondLevel; _i++>>
<img class="bondHeartIcon" src="images/extras/bondHeart.png">
<</for>>
</div>
<div class="socialDisplayTextBox">Your loving and encouraging girlfriend who's possibly even more eager about this new direction than you!</div>
<div class="socialDisplayStarDisplay"></div>
</div>
<div class="socialDisplayBondBar socialDisplayBondBarGf"></div>
</div>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $mifuneBondLevel gt 0>>
<div class="socialDisplayDiv">
<div class="socialDisplayPic"><img src="images/extras/_social_mifune.jpg" alt="Dr Mifune profile pic" class="socialDisplayImg"></div>
<div class="socialDisplayDescription">
<div class="socialDisplayName socialDisplayNameMifune"><span class="socialDisplayNameSpan">Dr Mifune</span></div>
<div class="socialDisplayBondLevel">
<<for _i to 0; _i < $mifuneBondLevel; _i++>>
<img class="bondStarIcon" src="images/extras/bondStar.png">
<</for>>
</div>
<div class="socialDisplayTextBox">A friendly therapist with a keen concern for your problems, especially due to her interest in understanding the sissy experience.</div>
<div class="socialDisplayStarDisplay"></div>
</div>
<div class="socialDisplayBondBar socialDisplayBondBarMifune"></div>
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $keatonCrewBondLevel gt 0>>
<div class="socialDisplayDiv">
<div class="socialDisplayPic"><img src="images/extras/_social_keaton_crew.jpg" alt="Keaton profile pic" class="socialDisplayImg"></div>
<div class="socialDisplayDescription">
<div class="socialDisplayName socialDisplayNameKeatonCrew"><span class="socialDisplayNameSpan">Keaton's Crew</span></div>
<div class="socialDisplayBondLevel">
<<for _i to 0; _i < $keatonCrewBondLevel; _i++>>
<img class="bondStarIcon" src="images/extras/bondStar.png">
<</for>>
</div>
<div class="socialDisplayTextBox">A crew you joined that seemingly dominates the inner runnings of Grenton. You've found yourself playing a role in it, as the crew's <<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'femmeSissy'>>'feminine touch', whatever that means<<elseif $keatonCrewBondRole is 'sissy'>>sissy<<else>>bitch<</if>>.</div>
<div class="socialDisplayStarDisplay"></div>
</div>
<div class="socialDisplayBondBar socialDisplayBondBarKeatonCrew"></div>
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $dionBondLevel gt 0>>
<div class="socialDisplayDiv">
<div class="socialDisplayPic"><img src="images/extras/_social_dion.jpg" alt="Dion profile pic" class="socialDisplayImg"></div>
<div class="socialDisplayDescription">
<div class="socialDisplayName socialDisplayNameDion"><span class="socialDisplayNameSpan">Dion</span></div>
<div class="socialDisplayBondLevel">
<<for _i to 0; _i < $dionBondLevel; _i++>>
<img class="bondStarIcon" src="images/extras/bondStar.png">
<</for>>
</div>
<div class="socialDisplayTextBox">The name Dion Addo is synonymous with high fashion. Now he's throwing himself into work outside his usual expertise, if only to distract from his claustrophobia.</div>
<div class="socialDisplayStarDisplay"></div>
</div>
<div class="socialDisplayBondBar socialDisplayBondBarDion"></div>
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $nateBondLevel gt 0>>
<div class="socialDisplayDiv">
<div class="socialDisplayPic"><img src="images/extras/_social_nate.jpg" alt="Nate profile pic" class="socialDisplayImg"></div>
<div class="socialDisplayDescription">
<div class="socialDisplayName socialDisplayNameNate"><span class="socialDisplayNameSpan">Nate</span></div>
<div class="socialDisplayBondLevel">
<<for _i to 0; _i < $nateBondLevel; _i++>>
<img class="bondStarIcon" src="images/extras/bondStar.png">
<</for>>
</div>
<div class="socialDisplayTextBox">An odd yet affable thespian, who seeks to use his intense acting style to create scenes of genuine human stories, within a deep state of immersion.</div>
<div class="socialDisplayStarDisplay"></div>
</div>
<div class="socialDisplayBondBar socialDisplayBondBarNate"></div>
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $sidneyBondLevel gt 0>>
<div class="socialDisplayDiv">
<div class="socialDisplayPic"><img src="images/extras/_social_sidney.jpg" alt="Sidney profile pic" class="socialDisplayImg"></div>
<div class="socialDisplayDescription">
<div class="socialDisplayName socialDisplayNameSidney"><span class="socialDisplayNameSpan">Sidney</span></div>
<div class="socialDisplayBondLevel">
<<for _i to 0; _i < $sidneyBondLevel; _i++>>
<img class="bondStarIcon" src="images/extras/bondStar.png">
<</for>>
</div>
<div class="socialDisplayTextBox">A hugely built, older gentleman who runs The Foundry. Outside of his passion for craftsmanship, he's not particularly comfortable conversating.</div>
<div class="socialDisplayStarDisplay"></div>
</div>
<div class="socialDisplayBondBar socialDisplayBondBarSidney"></div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<div id="panelSideAffairs" class="invisible">
<<if $taskHelpMeOutBraState is 999>>
<<elseif $taskHelpMeOutBraState gt 1>>
<div class="taskBox">
<div class="taskBoxHeader">Help me out here, bra</div>
<div class="taskBoxDesc">
<<if $taskHelpMeOutBraState is 1>>
You should really try and find some more lingerie.<br/>Maybe Khan can help.
<<elseif $taskHelpMeOutBraState is 2>>
Khan thinks someone called Mabel may sell some lingerie.<br/>He recommended asking around the cafeteria.
<<elseif $taskHelpMeOutBraState is 3>>
The information isn't great, but should be enough to find Mabel.<br/>The best place to figure this out is the cafeteria.
<</if>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $taskDudeWheresMyBraState is 999>>
<<elseif $taskDudeWheresMyBraState gt 0>>
<div class="taskBox">
<div class="taskBoxHeader">Dude, where's my bra?</div>
<div class="taskBoxDesc">
<<if $taskDudeWheresMyBraState is 1>>
Your red lingerie set should have returned by now.<br/>Maybe Dean can help.
<<elseif $taskDudeWheresMyBraState is 2>>
Dean thinks someone called Mabel might have the lingerie.<br/>He recommended asking around the cafeteria.
<<elseif $taskDudeWheresMyBraState is 3>>
The information isn't great, but should be enough to find Mabel.<br/>The best place to figure this out is the cafeteria.
<</if>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $taskThePinkPantierState is 999>>
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierState gte 2>>
<div class="taskBox">
<div class="taskBoxHeader">The Pink Pantier</div>
<div class="taskBoxDesc">
<<if $taskThePinkPantierState is 2>>
That Steve guy has a pink lingerie set to give you if you help him.<br/>You can get this started from your room.
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierState gt 2>>
Once we've got these photos, the pink lingerie will be yours.
<</if>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $taskMakingUpState is 999>>
<<elseif $taskMakingUpState gte 3>>
<div class="taskBox">
<div class="taskBoxHeader">Making Up</div>
<div class="taskBoxDesc">
<<if $taskMakingUpState is 5>>
What the hell!? Freddie must of sabotaged the makeup, but why? You need know, if not from somebody else, then Freddie himself.
<<elseif $taskMakingUpState gte 3>>
Finally you can try some makeup!<br/>There's a makeup desk in your room.
<</if>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $taskMaidToOrderState is 999>>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState gte 2>>
<div class="taskBox">
<<if $taskMaidToOrderState lt 4>><div class="taskBoxHeader">Made To Order</div><<else>><div class="taskBoxHeader">Maid To Order</div><</if>>
<div class="taskBoxDesc">
<<if $taskMaidToOrderState lte 3>>
Dion could make you a uniform, but you need dark colored material first.<br/>Hopefully you could buy some.
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 4>>
You've got the 'uniform', but Iggy needs you for a full day.<br/>
Dress up and meet him when you're well rested.
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState gt 4>>
Time to serve!
<</if>>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $taskHelpMeOutBraState is 999 or $taskDudeWheresMyBraState is 999 or $taskThePinkPantierState is 999>>
<div class="sideAffairsCompleteTitle">Complete</div>
<</if>>
<<if $taskHelpMeOutBraState is 999>>
<div class="taskBox taskBoxComplete">
<div class="taskBoxHeader">Help me out here, bra<div class="socialsTaskBoxCompleteIcon"><img src="images/extras/completeStar.png" alt="Complete Icon" class="socialCompleteIcon"></div>
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $taskDudeWheresMyBraState is 999>>
<div class="taskBox taskBoxComplete">
<div class="taskBoxHeader">Dude, where's my bra?<div class="socialsTaskBoxCompleteIcon"><img src="images/extras/completeStar.png" alt="Complete Icon" class="socialCompleteIcon"></div>
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $taskThePinkPantierState is 999>>
<div class="taskBox taskBoxComplete">
<div class="taskBoxHeader">The Pink Pantier<div class="socialsTaskBoxCompleteIcon"><img src="images/extras/completeStar.png" alt="Complete Icon" class="socialCompleteIcon"></div>
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $taskMakingUpState is 999>>
<div class="taskBox taskBoxComplete">
<div class="taskBoxHeader">Making Up<div class="socialsTaskBoxCompleteIcon"><img src="images/extras/completeStar.png" alt="Complete Icon" class="socialCompleteIcon"></div>
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $taskMaidToOrderState is 999>>
<div class="taskBox taskBoxComplete">
<div class="taskBoxHeader">Maid To Order<div class="socialsTaskBoxCompleteIcon"><img src="images/extras/completeStar.png" alt="Complete Icon" class="socialCompleteIcon"></div>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<</nobr>><div class="beforeWeStart">Before we start...</div>
• The menu on the left-hand side is scrollable. At the bottom of it you can save / load, and change settings such as light mode or dark mode.
• Images in the game are for flavor, rather than literally representing the game's characters or events. Roleplay as you wish.
• If you are playing on an Apple device, you may have issues seeing images and with JavaScript. Consider using a HTML Viewer, like <a class="noIcon" href="https://readdle.com/documents" target="_blank">Documents</a>, or playing on another device if you can. The game plays best on PC / laptops.
• This game is in Alpha. It is still in development, with more story and gameplay to come.
Development is focused on one particular path right now, which currently has much more content than the other paths.
Would you like notifications to be displayed that will guide you towards that path? You will not be blocked from going down other paths.
<div class="centerLinks">
[[Yes - Now let's start...|Prologue1][$contentGuidance = 1]]
[[Nope - Now let's start...|Prologue1]]
</div><<nobr>>
<<if $taskThePinkPantierState is 11>>
You held the position nervously as the group of men entered. It seemed three guys had arrived, engaged in the middle of excited banter.<br/><br/>
The pair of you were as silent as possible, the only noise escaping was the nearly imperceptible shuffling sound Steve made to physically support you when you almost lost your balance. Waiting in such a state of trepidation pretty much killed any arousal you had been feeling.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Sounds like they're just going to wash. Get ready - when they turn the showers on, put your clothes back on and be ready to run for it!"<br/><br/>
A few minutes later, Steve opened the door for a quick check, and with everything clear the two of you got the hell out of there.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Shit, that was close!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Way too close."<br/><br/>
He suddenly looked embarrassed.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Uh, so yeah, we got everything I need. What happened back there... sorry, I didn't mean things to get like that."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "What do you mean?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Nothing! Just, uh... thanks for helping me with this crazy plan. I think there's a chance it actually might work."<br/><br/>
He seemed keen to avoid reference to anything else.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "...sure. Well, glad I could help."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Hey, I guess you're already wearing your reward. Just roll off those stockings and, um, I think we're all done here."<br/><br/>
<div class="taskBox">
<span class="newSideTaskTag">Complete!</span>
<div class="taskBoxHeader">The Pink Pantier</div>
<div class="taskBoxDesc">
<div class="taskBoxRewardText">The pink lingerie set is yours!</div>
<img class="equipSlot rewardClothingItem" src="images/items/pinkBasicBra.jpg"><img class="equipSlot rewardClothingItem" src="images/items/pinkBasicPanties.jpg"><img class="equipSlot rewardClothingItem rewardClothingItemEnd" src="images/items/pinkBasicGarterBelt.jpg">
<div class="taskBoxRewardStat grentonReputationIncrease">Grenton Reputation +100</div><<set $grentonReputationGeneral += 100>><<set $crewCred += 100>>
<div class="taskBoxRewardStat grentonReputationInfluence">It feels like your actions will have an influence on the crew</div><<set $grentonReputationSlutty += 100>>
</div>
</div>
<<set $taskThePinkPantierState to 999>>
The situation had an awkward feel to it now, but from your previous experiences it really wasn't unfamiliar to you. Both of you had got pretty caught up in the moment, that's all there was too it.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">If you act like a cheap slut you'll be treated like one. What more did you expect?</span><br/><br/>
<<set $playerExtUrges += 1>>
<<set $taskThePinkPantierRouteTaken = 'slutty'>>
<<set $wearingPinkLingerieSet to 1>>
<<showShameUrgeBox>>
<<link "Back to Main Block" "SSYmessRoom">>
<<set $ap -= 2>>
<<dropall '$playerAnkle'>>
<</link>>
/*[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom][$ap -= 2]]*/
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierState is 10>>
Steve took the lead inside the shower rooms, checking the coast was clear before motioning you over to whisper to you.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Doesn't look like anyone is here - let's hurry."<br/><br/>
You trotted into one of the bathroom stalls quickly. It wasn't the most hygienic of places, but the top of the toilet seat was clean enough to pile your clothes on. It came as a surprise to see Steve's clothes flop on top of yours too.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Wh-what are you doing?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"What does it look like? I'm stripping down for the scene!"<br/><br/>
He stared at you confusedly, like some lost puppy who didn't really understand what they had done wrong. Using the hushed tones you were speaking to each other in, it almost sounded like you were hissing.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-you don't need to as well! Even <em>I'm</em> not getting naked!"<br/><br/>
You motioned down to the pink lingerie that clung tight against your body. Despite the fact Steve was topless and his jeans were down to his ankles, he didn't seem fazed at all. If anything he was just befuddled.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"OK, sooo... you don't want me to take my underwear off?"<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">No, no, no! Get out of this! Get out, get out, get out!!!</span><br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "J-just... leave it on... oh fuck... I'm really not sure I can do this!"<br/><br/>
You could feel yourself beginning to lose control as your breath shallowed. It was all becoming too much. Somehow Steve seemed to sense something was off, and he switched from focusing on getting the photos to being reassuring instead.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Hey, what's got into you? I didn't mean to alarm you or anything."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It's... alright... *huff*... I just... I'm still adapting to this kind of thing, y'know?"<br/><br/>
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"I can see that. I remember how you got at the event the other day, you seemed like a nasty little slut one moment, and then was totally freaked out the next."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "...yeah, that was me alright."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Well you might be our bitch, but I'm not going to push you further than you can handle. Let's cool things down... here, I'm putting my clothes back on."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Oh shit! I didn't realize. From the outside you look so sure of yourself, I just assumed this all came easy to you. Like when you turned up that day to dress up... I couldn't believe someone could have the determination to be so slutty like that."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Ha, sometimes I can't quite believe it myself."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"You look like you're panicking. Let's cool things down... here, I'm putting my clothes back on."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
He reached round you to pick his shirt off of the pile, but suddenly lost his balance in the process. He grabbed at your hip for support, the sudden pressure of which pushed you against the wall. You pressed your palms hard against the surface just to stop your face colliding with it, the disgustingly grimy surface of which made you recoil your body away from it and straight back into his. You both instantly reacted with embarrassment.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Aah! S-sorry!!!"<br/><br/>
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>><span class="male">Steve: </span>"Shit!"<<else>><span class="male">Steve: </span>"Sorry!"<</if>><br/><br/>
It was so shocking that both of you froze up, leaving enough time to realize the cheeks of your pink pantie covered ass were now padding for each side of Steve's crotch, the contents of which seemed surprisingly firm.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">You feel it don't you? You actually turn him on. Right now he sees the silhouette of a naughty little slut, bent over in a bathroom stall just for him. Stop pretending you don't love it too...</span><br/><br/>
You could feel your earlier discomfort giving way to a different feeling. Without conscious effort, you suddenly grinded the tiniest bit on Steve, the slut's equivalent of dipping their toe to check the temperature of a cold lake. Did the half naked man you were pressed up against in this decrepit toilet with want this to continue? Almost immediately you learned the answer, as both his hands grapped your hips to pull you onto him.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Steve... I think... I can handle this after all."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"I can tell. You actually like this, don't you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "...don't make me say it."<br/><br/>
He didn't say another word, but his hand came to rest on the cup of your bra, making it's soft cushioning press down against your nipple. It was the kind of grasp on you that made you feel like you were his, and right now you didn't feel a need to stop.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"I... need to take the photo... but I'm just so fucking hard right now... I can't believe you've got me like this..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Does the way I look... turn you on<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>>, $KeatonCrewTitle<</if>>?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Mmm... yeah, especially in that outfit... from this view, no one could tell otherwise..."<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">He still has his reservations about girls like you, but the heart wants what the heart wants... and so does his cock.</span><br/><br/>
You couldn't resist grinding more on him. In your mind's eye, right now you saw yourself like some an filthy exhibitionist you'd seen in amateur porn, dressed in her sluttiest outfit to be filmed and used in public like the dirty girl she truly is.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zSissy_thePinkPantier4.jpg" alt="Dirty fun taking place in public toilet." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<<if $playerIsInChastity is 1>>Even though the chastity made you feel safer to get carried away like this, you knew it was best to get the photo before things escalated much more.<<else>>This whole situation was escalating, and you knew full well a shameful freakout like the one of Keaton's event could happen again if you weren't careful. You needed to get the photo while you still felt fine.<</if>> You moaned the instruction to Steve.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "T-take it... take the photo."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Oh shit... *huff*... yeah, yeah of course."<br/><br/>
You sunk your head forward to hide your face from the camera's lens. The wig probably covered anything that could identify you, but you certainly didn't want to risk anything. Behind you came the faint snap sound effect from the phone.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"I've got it."<br/><br/>
He showed you what he had caught on the screen. A cheeky faced version of himself was staring back with a cocky smile, while a girl's ass was pressed up against the straining cock visible under his boxer briefs.<br/><br/>
With a filter he added the seedy red lighting of a decadent nightclub toilet, making you look like a kinky pair enjoying a sleazy night together. You could only imagine what the people Steve shared this would would say when they saw the anonymous slut bent over and desperate for him.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I look... like such a naughty girl..."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"You sure fucking do."<br/><br/>
Once more he squeezed his hold on your hips. Even with the photo taken, he wanted to feel you keep rubbing on him. You were just about to start again when a sudden noise came from the shower room entrance. A group of guys were arriving!<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Fuck!!! I didn't think anyone would come around now."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "What should I do?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Hide! Make sure they can't see your feet if they peek under the stall."<br/><br/>
As silently as you could, you tried to do as he said.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Hold the pile of clothes and squat onto the toilet seat cover.|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierState = 11; $assStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Press your hands and feet against the wall while tensing your abs to hold yourself up.|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierState = 11; $tonedStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierState is 7>>
<<if $kissedStevePinkPantier is 1>>
The camera clicked at just the moment your lips caught his face. Steve was speechless.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "He he, you're right, I am determined. Don't ever doubt the lengths I'll go to be convincing."<br/><br/>
He looked into your eyes, but he was frozen. You couldn't even recognise whatever emotion he was feeling right now. Just when you thought he was about to move again, a strong gust suddenly blew your skirt up above your waist.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Ha... it's kind of crazy, but as strange as this whole situation has been, it's made me feel the most normal I've felt since getting inside."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Some fresh air and a nice cup of tea has that effect on people."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Oh, is that all?"<br/><br/>
You smiled knowingly as you felt his hand lighten his grasp on you, when suddenly a strong gust blew your skirt up above your waist.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "AAH!"<br/><br/>
<span class="loudNoise centerPassageText">*SNAP*</span><br/>
Embarrassment scorched over your skin as you fumbled to push down the fabric. When it was back in place you looked to Steve with a distraught expression, but he just laughed it all off.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"A ha ha! Guess I was fated to see under there no matter what!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Ergh... I can't believe this! See, there's yet another part of this life I'm not used to yet! Please tell me you didn't get that on camera."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Hm, let's see... oh yeah - it caught <em>everything</em>!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh for fuck's sake..."<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">Why do you keep doing this? Putting yourself into these humiliating situations. When people see this they'll only ridicule you.</span><br/><br/>
Steve noticed how awful you felt and quickly shifted tone.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Hey... don't worry about this, it's no big deal! I was going to use one of the earlier photos anyway - shall I delete it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">It's no big deal...</span><br/><br/>
Dwelling on those words made you feel so much calmer, and as you took a look at the picture you couldn't help but laugh too. What were the chances of catching such a stereotypical scene! The exposure of your bright pink panties only added to the charming humor of it - a photo that captured the romantic fun of a couple travelling the world together.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "No... you know what, that one's perfect. I can already think of the caption too: We've seen London, we've seen France... cheeky smile emoji."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"A ha ha - love it! This crazy plan may just work after all. Thanks for going along with all this. And hey, you're already wearing your reward! If you could just roll off those stockings for me, I'd say we're about done here."<br/><br/>
<div class="taskBox">
<span class="newSideTaskTag">Complete!</span>
<div class="taskBoxHeader">The Pink Pantier</div>
<div class="taskBoxDesc">
<div class="taskBoxRewardText">The pink lingerie set is yours!</div>
<img class="equipSlot rewardClothingItem" src="images/items/pinkBasicBra.jpg"><img class="equipSlot rewardClothingItem" src="images/items/pinkBasicPanties.jpg"><img class="equipSlot rewardClothingItem rewardClothingItemEnd" src="images/items/pinkBasicGarterBelt.jpg">
<div class="taskBoxRewardStat grentonReputationIncrease">Grenton Reputation +100</div><<set $grentonReputationGeneral += 100>><<set $crewCred += 100>>
<div class="taskBoxRewardStat grentonReputationInfluence">It feels like your actions will have an influence on the crew</div><<set $grentonReputationFemmeTouch += 100>>
</div>
</div>
<<set $taskThePinkPantierState to 999>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "He he, makes it easy to take home with me. Good luck, let's just hope it helps you keep your job!"<br/><br/>
With that you said goodbye, stepping down onto the ladder to leave Steve alone as he disassembled his camera setup. Before you made your way back down, you couldn't help but take the verdant horizon in one more time. Out of the corner of your eye you caught Steve taking a break to look through his phone, with a satisfied smile on his face.<br/><br/>
<<set $playerPrideUrges += 1>>
<<set $taskThePinkPantierRouteTaken = 'femme'>>
<<set $wearingPinkLingerieSet to 1>>
<<showPrideUrgeBox>>
<<link "Back to Main Block" "SSYmessRoom">>
<<set $ap -= 2>>
<<dropall '$playerAnkle'>>
<</link>>
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierState is 6>>
Steve yelled so his voice could be heard over the growing bluster of the wind.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Looks good, surprisingly believable!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Nice, so are we done here?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Huh!? No - I need to be in the shot too, remember?"<br/><br/>
He hurried over as the automatic timer on the camera started clicking again, then situated you both so that his face would be clear in the photos with yours obscured by the hair of your wig.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"So, um... let's try making this look romantic. Is it OK I put my hands here? Sorry, I'm trying to make this the least awkward I can."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Well you're not doing a good job. Here, more like this..."<br/><br/>
His arms were robotically placed to reach around your body so that the pads of his finger tips touched your shoulder blades like some school boy afraid to get cooties. You grabbed them and placed them down into the smalls of your back before ribbing him about it.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Grip me there. Honestly, have you even touched a girl before?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Y-yeah of course I have! I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable. Y'know, after the way you got on the ladder."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh... yeah, I suppose that's fair. Sorry about that, I'm still adapting to this side of myself.<<if $gfType is 'open'>> I don't know why it's so hard sometimes, even my girlfriend is supporting me.<</if>> I just went way too overboard at Keaton's event... I guess, I overreacted because I'm worried about having another freakout again."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Wow, I had no idea that's how you felt. From the outside you look so sure of yourself, I just assumed this all came easy to you. Like when you turned up that day to dress up... I couldn't believe someone could have the determination to so rawly be themselves like that."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Honestly, sometimes I can't believe it to."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Ha, well we can't deny this situation is pretty weird, but you're not alone in it, right? Hey, we should almost have all the photos I need by now. Maybe just a couple more to be safe."<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Let him hold you a moment longer.|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierState = 7; $kissedStevePinkPantier = 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Peck him on the cheek.|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierState = 7; $kissedStevePinkPantier = 0]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierState is 5>>
Steve led the way to a locked door on the second floor of the workshop.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"I'm sure I've got a key for this one - ah, I think it's this one."<br/><br/>
It seemed it was, as he swung the door open to reveal a small room not much bigger than a closet space, and a ladder inside bolted to it's wall. You had to wonder just how deep Keaton's operation went that his men had access to almost anything inside Grenton.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Ladies first - and try not to get too sweaty on the climb."<br/><br/>
As you stepped up the first couple of rungs of the ladder, you suddenly became self-conscious of the up-skirt view Steve would have as he followed. You futilely tried to tuck the skirt between your legs, but there was no way to climb without it becoming undone.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"What's the matter? You know I've already seen what's under there."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Yeah well, this time is... different."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Fine, I'll look away. Go on."<br/><br/>
You looked back down to confirm he had genuinely turned round not to look, which provided you with the dignity you seemed to need before climbing to the top. When you reached the rooftop, you were immediately struck by the sensation of the cool breeze blowing under your skirt. That you were wearing panties became so much more noticeable in a skirt; almost nothing was covering you from the cold air down there.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Nice view, huh?"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zSissy_thePinkPantier12.jpg" alt="Picture with a tease of bra strap." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
Steve had just reached the top and began setting up the camera, which gave you a moment to take in the landscape. The workshop wasn't near the bounds of Grenton, but it was tall enough to obscure it's wire fences, granting sight to the pine forests decorating the hills beyond.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">On the other side, life will never be the same.</span><br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Camera's nearly ready. Let's get this quick while the light's still good. Could you try posing over there so I can check the focus?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Squat cutely at the edge of the roof, like you're quietly taking in the view.|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierState = 6; $assStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Tense your abs as you use a railing to lean over the edge, like you're eager to explore what's out there.|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierState = 6; $tonedStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierState is 4>>
<<if $taskThePinkPantierApproach is 'slutty4'>>
Things returned as close to normal as they were going to get in this situation, as the pair of you looked ahead to photo number two.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "We've got the shot, right? So what next?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Let me think. It needs to look like we're still in a similar destination; one we've stayed in for a few days. I guess this place does look kind of European..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Alright, well I can't exactly pose anywhere just dressed like <em>this</em>."<br/><br/>
You motioned down to your outfit. As much as you loved wearing just lingerie, exhibiting it around any old part of Grenton would leave you feeling way too exposed to handle.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"It's not like there's many options. Holiday pics usually come down to beaches, restaurants, hotel rooms and partying."<br/><br/>
The photos taken so far covered the hotel room and beaches were out of the question entirely. Both of you knew the cafeteria couldn't be transformed into looking like a fine diner. That left making it look like you were partying together, but you couldn't think of anywhere to make look like a club. The only area here that looked anything like a club was...<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "The toilet stalls... The ones in the shower room. They could look like any kind of bar's toilets. Are you the type of guy who might take a photo having dirty fun in some European club?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Hmm... I mean, maybe. But that's not the kind of thing you'd put on Instagram."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "True, but what if you sent it on WhatsApp instead? Maybe to that co-worker who blabbed in the first place. I'm sure it would get around..."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Ha, and you'd be cool with that? Well fuck, let's do it! They'll really think I'm living it up when they see that."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Let me put on some clothes for the walk there."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Really? It's not like they'll be on long."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Hey, I'm not as shameless as I look!"<br/><br/>
[[Change and follow him|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierState = 10]]<br/>
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierApproach is 'slutty3aA'>>
You whispered for more of his touch, and in the next moment a hand reached over the smooth surface of your stocking covered legs.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Yesss... that feels good."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"You really are a naughty little slut, aren't you? I'm trying to work... but you want me so fucking bad..."<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zSissy_thePinkPantier3.jpg" alt="Intimate image of wearing pink panties." class="storyImage">
Both his hands had reached under your panties now, and slowly he started to pull them off.<br/><br/>
<<if $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'inferiorityComplex'>>
<span class="innerIdentity shame shameSource1 inferiority"><span class="innerThoughtLabel shameSource1Label">[Inferiority]: </span>This is pathetic, don't pretend you actually enjoy this! Are you so starved of attention that you'd actually try to convince yourself this is want you want? Pull yourself together. This isn't you.</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'internalizedSocialStigma'>>
<span class="innerIdentity shame shameSource1 internalizedSocialStigma"><span class="innerThoughtLabel shameSource1Label">[Social Stigma]: </span>This is pathetic, squirming around in pleasure just from a man's touch. If you keep doing this, people won't see you any other way. Won't you be ashamed? You know you can't truly bear their judgment. This isn't you.</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'slutShame'>>
<span class="innerIdentity shame shameSource1 slutShame"><span class="innerThoughtLabel shameSource1Label">[Slut Shame]: </span>This is pathetic, are you just going to let any man you dress for touch you like this? You keep making the same mistake over and over again, don't you? You don't really want him, you don't want any man! This isn't you.</span><br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'inferiorityComplex' or $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'internalizedSocialStigma' or $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'slutShame'>>With the onset of the negative feelings were stirring within you, you recalled Dr Mifune's warnings. Whether or not you were truly getting ahead of yourself was hard to say, but now wasn't the time to take any risks.<br/><br/><</if>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Whoa... hey, you're right... we... do need to work."<br/><br/>
You grabbed the panties and pulled them back up a bit. To your surprise, Steve looked a little relieved too. He put his palm to his head, almost like he had just come to his senses.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Yeah... yeah, totally."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'm sorry... that was my fault. I got caught in the moment."<br/><br/>
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Ha, I wouldn't expect any less from the Grenton bitch..."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Ha, it's all good. I'd say it's testament to how realistic a job we've done..."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
[[Continue|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierApproach = 'slutty4']]<br/>
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierApproach is 'slutty3a'>>
You didn't have to guide his hand up much further until it began to slid under the edge of your panties. He didn't say a word, but you could hear that his breath had grown heavier, and all of a sudden he gave you a firm squeeze.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">He obviously has his reservations about sissies, but right now you're almost enough to tempt him. Doesn't it feel good to be so desirable?</span><br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"*Huff* - we need to... stop. We need the photos..."<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Moan: "Please don't stop. I need your hands on me".|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierApproach = 'slutty3aA']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Stop things here. "Yeah... you're right".|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierApproach = 'slutty3c']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierApproach is 'slutty3b'>>
You rolled over to meet his gaze, shuffling right up to his body. With a slight look of embarrassment, Steve avoided eye contact with you, his attention instead drawn to the <<if $playerIsInChastity is 1>>jangling sound coming from your chastity device.<<else>>bulge in your panties.<</if>><br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Uh, let's just calm down a little, ok?"<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Don't worry about his reaction. You're just too hot for him to handle. Underneath his hang-ups, he knows he wants you.</span><br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Sorry - got caught up in the fantasy a little there."<br/><br/>
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Ha, I wouldn't expect any less from the Grenton bitch..."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Ha, it's all good. I'd say it's testament to how realistic a job we've done..."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
[[Continue|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierApproach = 'slutty4']]<br/>
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierApproach is 'slutty3c'>>
You pulled yourself together before you could get too hot and bothered. Maybe you knew better now than to push things after your experiences at Keaton's event, and Steve looked relieved in a way of your retreat too. It was probably best to not assume his compliments meant much.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Sorry - got caught up in the fantasy a little there."<br/><br/>
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Ha, I wouldn't expect any less from the Grenton bitch..."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Ha, it's all good. I'd say it's testament to how realistic a job we've done..."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
[[Continue|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierApproach = 'slutty4']]<br/>
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierApproach is 'slutty2a'>>
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Ha, you really live up to the reputation you're getting around here..."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Ha, guess you play the role pretty well..."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "You don't get in the position I am just playing."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Easy there... we need to focus."<br/><br/>
Perhaps things were heating up too much for Steve to handle right now.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Guide his hand a little up to feel your ass under your panties.|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierApproach = 'slutty3a'; $pervStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Turn around to get closer to him, with your bra brushing up against him.|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierApproach = 'slutty3b'; $courageStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Don't push things further.|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierApproach = 'slutty3c'; $charmStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierApproach is 'slutty2b'>>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Ha, can't lie, the view's nicer than what I usually wake up to."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I remember you liked how I looked at Keaton's event too... you like girls like me, don't you?"<br/><br/>
Steve looked like he had no idea how to respond.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Guide his hand a little up to feel your ass under your panties.|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierApproach = 'slutty3a'; $pervStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Turn around to get closer to him, with your bra brushing up against him.|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierApproach = 'slutty3b'; $courageStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Don't push things further.|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierApproach = 'slutty3c'; $charmStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierApproach is 'slutty'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Hey."<br/><br/>
You stood in the door-frame with your hands resting confidently on your hips. In the moment you felt pretty sexy, but disappointingly Steve didn't even turn to look; he was too busy adjusting the camera settings.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Mmhm, yeah, that's perfect."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Ahem!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Ah, you're back! Wow, and that's... yeah, you're looking pretty hot. I've set everything up, the best position for you will be riiight... here."<br/><br/>
Steve laid back onto the bed, and patted at a section of it next to him. He had looked somewhat embarrassed to give you that compliment, yet it still gave you a feeling of satisfaction. At Keaton's event he had already mentioned how good looking a girl you made, but hearing it again really reinforced it.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"I'm going to take my shirt off, OK? We gotta make this look realistic."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh... um, of course."<br/><br/>
You moved next to him and onto your side to face away from the camera, sweeping your hair to keep your face covered. After Steve had finished wrestling his clothes off, his hand placed shyly at your hip and his voice moved closer to a whisper. It seemed to suddenly dawn on both of you how strange enacting this scheme actually was.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Just putting my hand in the best spot... to look like my POV... with you all dressed just for me... could you arch your back a little more?"<br/><br/>
Wordlessly you moved for him, hoping the shots would look as sexy as possible. You heard the sounds of the photos being taken, and couldn't resist trying to pose sluttier for them. After moving your ass out a little more you reached back to grab Steve's wrist and push his grip harder on you, making it look like you needed him. The next words out your mouth were soft-spoken.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "How are they? Am I doing a good job?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Oh, these are good alright. Real good!"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zSissy_thePinkPantier2.jpg" alt="Intimate image of posing in panties." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="innerSissyText">Undeniable proof you make for such a convincing girl. Embrace it. Enjoy how good it feels.</span><br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Feels like I'm your little slut... with your hand on me like that..."|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierApproach = 'slutty2a']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I know we're just pretending but... this is actually kind of hot."|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierApproach = 'slutty2b']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierApproach is 'femme3a'>>
<<set $playerKnowsWorkshopWayToRoof to 1>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "...the wind. What about a wind-swept romantic scene? Those always get a lot of likes."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Up on the roof! From up there it'll be only forests and hills as far as the eye can see."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Sounds like a plan."<br/><br/>
In a hurried excitement Steve cleared up the scene he had created and began to make his exit.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"I know a sneaky way up there, it's just by the workshop. Come on, let's head over now while it's quiet."<br/><br/>
[[Follow|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierState = 5; $taskThePinkPantierApproach = 'femme']]<br/>
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierApproach is 'femme3b'>>
<<set $playerKnowsWorkshopWayToRoof to 1>>
<<set $playerKnowsForestIsOffLimits to 1>>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"That would turn into a run in the woods real fast - the forest is just beyond the wire fencing but it's one of the most heavily secured places. The officers around here may be lax but they're serious about stopping escapes."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "That sucks. It would of been nice out there on a day like this, especially the wind blowing through the trees."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Hmm, a windy forest... that gives me an idea. Up on the roof! From there it'll look we're overlooking the woods."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "And then what, some kind of wind-swept romantic scene? Those always get a lot of likes."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"I know a sneaky way up there, it's just by the workshop. Come on, let's head over now while it's quiet."<br/><br/>
[[Follow|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierState = 5; $taskThePinkPantierApproach = 'femme']]<br/>
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierApproach is 'femme2'>>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Ha... alright, alright!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Don't act like you're not enjoying this, <em>Steven</em>. You must of got all the shots you need by now."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"It - it's just nice here! The wind rustling through the leaves, the warm brew. Who wouldn't want to stay a while?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Sure."<br/><br/>
You closed your eyes as you tipped the last of your tea back, and could swear you felt Steve's eyes on you as you did. Either way, your work here was done. You adjusted your top to rest on your shoulder again before wondering what the next move was.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Any ideas where to take the second photo? And of what?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Um, a romantic dinner, perhaps? Fine food... candlelight... music?"<br/><br/>
He twiddled the rose between his fingers as he asked.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "That would need somewhere here that actually <em>looks</em> like a fine restaurant though - is that even possible?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Probably not enough to be convincing. Yeah, dumb idea."<br/><br/>
You both looked out the window. Something about the sway of the branches made it easier to mull on things.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["A walk in the woods?"|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierApproach = 'femme3b']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["What about some kind of wind-swept romantic scene?"|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierApproach = 'femme3a']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierApproach is 'femme'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'm ready."<br/><br/>
Steve had been adjusting the scenery. He had set the table as best he could to capture the cosy atmosphere, especially against the background of leafy trees gently blowing in the wind outside your window. You sat down in the chair to position yourself facing away from the camera and brushed a little of your wig's hair over your face.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Mmhm, yep... just move this here and... yeah, that's perfect!"<br/><br/>
Steam gently rose from china cups, and somehow Steve had found a rose and vase to place in the middle of the table. This whole setting may have been fake, but you actually felt comforted in the charming ambience of it. As you raised the warm tea to your lips you felt Steve's efforts deserved a compliment.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zSissy_thePinkPantier10.jpg" alt="Picture of a steaming cup of tea." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "This is... quite nicely done."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Thanks - I'm going for a stay at some European hotel kind of vibe. Just me and my girl having a chill moment together in our travel adventures."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I can see that. And if I just slide a little of my top down past my shoulder, it'll add just the right amount of suggestive. Maybe we've just woken up, or maybe we've just had some fun together... nobody will know for sure."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Ha, nice! That bright pink bra strap is sure to catch some attention. This is turning out pretty well, I'd say!"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zSissy_thePinkPantier11.jpg" alt="Picture with a tease of bra strap." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
He finally finished the set up and sat down opposite you before lifting his cup to meet yours. The camera phone made a snapping sound every few seconds; it seemed the goal was to capture as natural a moment as possible in this staged scenario. Playing your part in it came surprisingly naturally to you.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "To... us?"<br/><br/>
For a moment Steve smiled sincerely, but perhaps realizing he was getting too lost in the moment he reverted to sarcastic banter.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"He he, to you - my <em>oh so sweet girlfriend</em>."<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Oh, shut up! Can't we just enjoy the moment..."|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierApproach = 'femme2'; $subStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">
<<link "And to you, my <em>oh so well-travelled</em> beau. Just think of all the destinations you must of explored on your year long tour of Grenton." "taskThePinkPantier">>
<<set $taskThePinkPantierApproach = 'femme2'>>
<<set $charmStat += 1>>
<</link>>
</div><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong. taskThePinkPantierApproach - state 4.
<</if>>
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierState is 3>>
<<if $playerBra.isEmpty()>>
<<pickup '$playerBra' 'Pink basic bra'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerBras.pickUp($playerBra.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerBra'>>
<<pickup '$playerBra' 'Pink basic bra'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwear.isEmpty()>>
<<pickup '$playerUnderwear' 'Pink basic panties'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerUnderwears.pickUp($playerUnderwear.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerUnderwear'>>
<<pickup '$playerUnderwear' 'Pink basic panties'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerGarter.isEmpty()>>
<<pickup '$playerGarter' 'Pink basic garter belt'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerGarters.pickUp($playerGarter.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerGarter'>>
<<pickup '$playerGarter' 'Pink basic garter belt'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerAnkle.isEmpty()>>
<<pickup '$playerAnkle' 'Pink basic stockings'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerAnkles.pickUp($playerAnkle.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerAnkle'>>
<<pickup '$playerAnkle' 'Pink basic stockings'>>
<</if>>
Taking Steve's box with you to your bathroom, you locked the door and began changing. The design of the pink lingerie was a little basic, but the plainness was totally outshone by just how girly they looked. They were the brightest shade of hot pink, and the thin material felt so pleasurable over your smooth skin.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zSissy_thePinkPantier1.jpg" alt="Intimate image of wearing pink panties." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<<if $taskThePinkPantierApproach is 'slutty'>>
Putting on lingerie was almost second nature at this point, even attaching your garter straps into thigh high stockings didn't take you long. The way the bottom of your ass cheeks peeked outside of your panties looked so plump you instinctively wanted to give them a naughty spank, only refraining because you weren't going to risk making them bright red for the photos.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierApproach is 'femme'>>
Putting on lingerie was almost second nature at this point, even attaching your garter straps into thigh high stockings didn't take you long. No matter what situation you found yourself in, you always appreciated the magical moments when you got to put on lingerie. Still, there wasn't the time to indulge in it as usual. After adjusting your bra to sit just right over your bare chest, you were ready for the photos.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong. taskThePinkPantierApproach - state 3.
<</if>>
[[Go back to Steve|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierState = 4]]
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierApproach is 'slutty'>>
<img src="images/scenes/Zsteve.jpg" alt="picture of Steve" class="storyImage">
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Oh yeah, that'll get his attention. The boss might even get a little jealous!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "He he, you think?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Absolutely! Go get changed while I setup the camera."<br/><br/>
[[Put on the clothes|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierState = 3]]
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierApproach is 'femme'>>
<img src="images/scenes/Zsteve.jpg" alt="picture of Steve" class="storyImage">
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"What!? A moment of intimacy with Grenton's bitch? You can't be serious?"<br/><br/>
A hot humming sensation burned on your face. Maybe his harsh reaction shouldn't of been so surprising though, you are the crew's bitch after all.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Um, so... what would you want, $KeatonCrewTitle?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"It's got to make me look like I'm a stud - like I wake up everyday to the sight of a girl in lingerie because I'm winning life! Go get changed bitch, I'll set up the camera."<br/><br/>
[[Obey your orders and put on the clothes|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierState = 3; $taskThePinkPantierApproach = 'slutty']]
<<else>>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Hmm, that's probably a little more romantic than I was thinking. Not sure they'd buy it."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Really? Would a moment of intimacy involving you really be that unbelievable?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Aw come on, I can lay on the charm when I have to! Alright, fine, we'll do it like that. You go get changed, I'll set up the camera and brew the teas. Y'know what, actually the idea is growing on me already."<br/><br/>
[[Put on the clothes|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierState = 3]]
<</if>>
<<elseif $taskThePinkPantierState is 2>>
You spruced up the room as best you could, it didn't need much of a touch up to look decent enough for a hotel. Steve arrived with a small cardboard box that he placed on your bed, and opened it to reveal the pink lingerie that would hopefully soon be yours.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/pinkBasicSet.jpg" alt="a pink bra and panties" class="storyImage">
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh nice - is this payment in advance?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Ha, nah you've got to earn them. I'm thinking we make use of these in our little photo-shoot today. Oh, but the matching stockings weren't part of the deal so I'll need those back when we're done. Alright, what are we doing for the first photo?"<br/><br/>
You picked up the soft material of the pink panties. Just the mere sensation of them between your fingers made it difficult to resist trying them on immediately, but you needed to focus first. How exactly were you going to approach this?<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I could pose seductively on the bed in just the lingerie, with a suggestive hand of yours placed on my body?"|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierApproach = 'slutty']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["How about us posed at the window with a cup of tea, my top exposing a little bit of my bra, like we're just having a cosy holiday morning together?"|taskThePinkPantier][$taskThePinkPantierApproach = 'femme']]</div><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong, taskThePinkPantier.
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $SSYDionState is 6>>
<<if $dionStarterChoice is 'notFemmeOutfit'>>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Hmm, I did make another outfit that might be more what you're looking for."<br/><br/>
From a nearby closet he pulled out another mannequin decked in a different set of clothes.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/SissyPinkOutfitSet.jpg" alt="Picture of a pink slutty outfit" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
The outfit looked perfect for a sissy. It was the kind of look a girl wore when she was ready to find someone to fuck that night, and all colored in the girlest shade of pink. A silky cami top that looked like it could slip off your shoulders at the merest touch, a slit cut miniskirt which would barely need to be pulled up to invite a hand to feel under and a sexy pair of matching heels, all combining for the prefect slutty sissy visage. The last piece, a heart shaped choker strapped in pink leather, seemed very suggestive. You've heard what they say about girls who wear chokers, right?<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Are you sure this would suit you though? The influence clothes can have on our behavior can't be overstated. I've seen the meekest of women soar with confidence just trying on one of my works. It's the more sexual outfit for sure, but I was under the impression you wanted something more... tasteful."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Couldn't I can't have both?"<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Ha ha, afraid not, no. Only one of these is for you, Keaton's having me sell the other to raise funds for his, I'm not even sure what to call it... operation? So, which will you be taking?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["The slutty one, please."|SSYDion1][$dionStarterChoice = 'sissySlutOutfit'; $SSYDionState = 5]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["The cute one, please."|SSYDion1][$dionStarterChoice = 'femmeOutfit'; $SSYDionState = 5]]</div>
<<elseif $dionStarterChoice is 'notSissySlutOutfit'>>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Hmm, I did make another outfit that might be more what you're looking for."<br/><br/>
From a nearby closet he pulled out another mannequin decked in a different set of clothes.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/CuteOutfitSet.jpg" alt="Picture of a cute outfit" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
It was a stunningly cute outfit, with almost every piece of it was a classically girly shade of pink. The knee length miniskirt matched perfectly with the heels, but the stand out piece was the sleeveless white blouse, which was adorned with a charmingly sweet tie made of ribbon. A pink hair band completed the look with a nostalgic feminine playfulness.<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Are you sure this would suit you though? The influence clothes can have on our behavior can't be overstated. I've seen the meekest of women soar with confidence just trying on one of my works. It's the more tasteful outfit for sure, but I was under the impression you wanted something... spicier."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Couldn't I can't have both?"<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Ha ha, afraid not, no. Only one of these is for you, Keaton's having me sell the other to raise funds for his, I'm not even sure what to call it... operation? So, which will you be taking?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["The cute one, please."|SSYDion1][$dionStarterChoice = 'femmeOutfit'; $SSYDionState = 5]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["The slutty one, please."|SSYDion1][$dionStarterChoice = 'sissySlutOutfit'; $SSYDionState = 5]]</div>
<</if>>
<<elseif $SSYDionState is 5>>
<<if $dionStarterChoice is 'femmeOutfit'>>
<<if $playerHeads.has('Pink hairband')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerHeads' 'Pink hairband'>><</if>>
<<if $playerTops.has('Sleeveless Ribbon Tie Blouse')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerTops' 'Sleeveless Ribbon Tie Blouse'>><</if>>
<<if $playerBottoms.has('Cute pink skirt')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerBottoms' 'Cute pink skirt'>><</if>>
<<if $playerFeets.has('Pink ankle strap heels')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerFeets' 'Pink ankle strap heels'>><</if>>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Enjoy. I can't say it's exactly the world class design I'm known for, but it's acceptable enough. It still feels like a miracle that I can create anything at all in this damn place."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $dionStarterChoice is 'sissySlutOutfit'>>
<<if $playerNecks.has('Pink heart choker')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerNecks' 'Pink heart choker'>><</if>>
<<if $playerTops.has('Pink silk cami top')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerTops' 'Pink silk cami top'>><</if>>
<<if $playerBottoms.has('Pink slit skirt')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerBottoms' 'Pink slit skirt'>><</if>>
<<if $playerFeets.has('Black ankle strap heels')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerFeets' 'Black ankle strap heels'>><</if>>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Enjoy. I can't say it's exactly the world class design I'm known for; my work is usually suited for catwalks, not dive bars. If it keeps Keaton off my back it's acceptable enough though. It still feels like a miracle that I can create anything at all in this damn place."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $dionStarterChoice is 'bitchOutfit'>>
<<if $playerNecks.has('Bitch heart choker')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerNecks' 'Bitch heart choker'>><</if>>
<<if $playerTops.has('Bitch crop top')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerTops' 'Bitch crop top'>><</if>>
<<if $playerBottoms.has('Bitch pink zip front skirt')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerBottoms' 'Bitch pink zip front skirt'>><</if>>
<<if $playerFeets.has('Bitch Heels')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerFeets' 'Bitch Heels'>><</if>>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "It's all yours. I can't say it's exactly the world class design I'm known for; my work is usually suited for a catwalk not an alleyway, but this is what Keaton wanted - if it keeps him off my back it's acceptable enough. I try not to judge. Emphasis on try."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $dionStarterChoice is 'notBitchOutfit'>>
<<if $playerNecks.has('Bitch heart choker')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerNecks' 'Bitch heart choker'>><</if>>
<<if $playerTops.has('Bitch crop top')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerTops' 'Bitch crop top'>><</if>>
<<if $playerBottoms.has('Bitch pink zip front skirt')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerBottoms' 'Bitch pink zip front skirt'>><</if>>
<<if $playerFeets.has('Bitch Heels')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerFeets' 'Bitch Heels'>><</if>>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Hey, I don't really get what the situation is here, but I'm just following Keaton's orders. This was designed exactly how he specified so it's all I've got for you. I'm not exactly thrilled with the result myself, it's not quite the world class design I'm known for."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
Dion carefully removed his work from the figure, neatly folding it into a box before giving it to you. It felt pretty good to have an outfit you feel you earned.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Thank you."<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "It's all good. Like I said before, I'm used to designing for a specific type, but right now I'm feeling fired up to design for more than just the world's most beautiful women - as much as I painfully miss them. Maybe now's the time to push my limits - see if Dion Addo can make men's gym-wear after all. Oh, and I'll try my hand at making more clothes for you too, if that's cool?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Definitely! I'd never say no to having more things to wear."<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Ha, actually that seems pretty obvious now. I imagine you realize better then most the potent effect clothing can have on us; an entire persona can be changed in a moment."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I know it all too well."<br/><br/>
Dion looked over you one more time with a knowing smile.<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Hmm... then I think we can help each other. My work is sure to come leaps and bounds creating for you, and more importantly, I need the distraction. But you're going to have to find the materials for me, this line of work isn't cheap. I'll come up with a few ideas and list what we need to create them. If you can bring me the goods, perhaps this won't be your last 'Addo Original'."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Alright then, let's do it!"<br/><br/>
<span class="bondHeader">BOND MADE WITH DION</span>
<span class="bond dionBond">
You need more clothes and Dion needs someone to make them for. This could work out well for both of you.
<span class="bondPerkHeader">Bond Perk:</span> <span class="bondPerk"><<if $dionStarterChoice is 'femmeOutfit'>>A cute outfit!<<elseif $dionStarterChoice is 'sissySlutOutfit'>>A slutty sissy outfit!<<else>>The bitch outfit<</if>></span>
</span>
<<set $dionBondLevel to 1>>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Let me whip up a few sketches before you come by again."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "OK, see you soon."<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Cool. And one more thing before you go - make sure when you wear your new clothes to try on every piece together. A outfit that comes together just right will always have a stronger effect."<br/><br/>
[[Leave|SSYmessRoom][$ap -= 1; $SSYDionState = 10]]
<<elseif $SSYDionState is 4>>
<<set $SSYDionState to 5>>
You entered Dion's workspace with some trepidation this time; the first visit didn't exactly make you feel welcome. If it wasn't for the signed invitation, you might not of had the courage to come at all. Thankfully those worries were quickly allayed by the sight of the mannequins from earlier, where an engrossed Dion was making adjustments to the fine details of the outfits adorning them.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/locations/textileRoom2.jpg" alt="Dion working in the Textile room" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Dion... is now a good time?"<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "If that's you $name, it certainly is."<br/><br/>
He turned around with an assured smile. Everything about him seemed far more composed, especially the tone of his voice, the bassy timbre of which sounded far more pleasant in his newly positive mood.<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "I'm still sorry for that incident in your room, but I have to say, I don't regret that it happened one bit. The effect it had on me can only be described as phenomenal!"<br/><br/>
You couldn't help but smile. Everything right now seemed to show Jessica's wild plan had actually paid off!<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Wow, that's sounds great. I can't believe we were able to inspire you to work again."<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "What!? Ha, you're a funny one, $name! No, I'm talking about my claustrophobia - the burden of it feels almost completely gone! After catching the sight of you two like that, it felt so awkward that all I wanted to do was burrow into a little hole and hide away from the embarrassment. When I got back here I couldn't help but distract from the shame with a little stitching, and I've been sewing madly ever since! I actually feel <em>more</em> comfortable in this tiny space now, it's amazing!"<br/><br/>
That was... not quite the revelation you were expecting.<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "It's hard to explain how empowering this feels, creating with no need for a muse. The glass ceiling has been shattered; I can fulfill these requests after all! With that said though, it felt best to start on the work that would be closest to my own expertise, which is why I've already finished an outfit for you just as Keaton asked."<br/><br/>
Learning you hadn't inspired Dion as directly as you had thought may have been disappointing, but it was soon cancelled out by the excitement of getting new clothes. You looked on eagerly as Dion re-positioned his work for you to get a good look it.<br/><br/>
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'femmeSissy'>>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Ultimately this is to satisfy Keaton's demands, so when it came to making your outfit I took input from him. He didn't have a clear idea though, so I came up with this from the little he told me about you..."<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/CuteOutfitSet.jpg" alt="Picture of a cute outfit" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
You were quite surprised by just how cute outfit was, with almost every piece of it colored in a classically girly shade of pink. The knee length miniskirt matched perfectly with the heels, but the stand out piece was the sleeveless white blouse, which was adorned with a charmingly sweet tie made out of ribbon. A pink hair band completed the look with a nostalgic feminine playfulness.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $keatonCrewBondRole is 'sissy'>>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Ultimately this is to satisfy Keaton's demands, so when it came to making your outfit I took input from him. He felt something like this would suit you..."<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/SissyPinkOutfitSet.jpg" alt="Picture of a pink slutty outfit" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
The outfit looked perfect for a sissy. It was the kind of look a girl wore when she was ready to find someone to fuck that night, and all colored in the girlest shade of pink. A silky cami top that looked like it could slip off your shoulders at the merest touch, a slit cut miniskirt which would barely need to be pulled up to invite a hand to feel under and a sexy pair of matching heels, all combining for the prefect slutty sissy visage. The last piece, a heart shaped choker strapped in pink leather, seemed very suggestive. You've heard what they say about girls who wear chokers, right?<br/><br/>
<<elseif $keatonCrewBondRole is 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Ultimately this is to satisfy Keaton's demands, so when it came to making your outfit I took input from him. I'd like to stress this is more his vision than mine."<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/BitchOutfitSet.jpg" alt="Picture of a slutty bitch outfit" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
Despite everything you had experienced, you still couldn't help being a little stunned at the sight of the outfit. This said 'bitch' loud and clear; both figuratively and literally! The tiny black crop top spelled it out in bright pink lettering, the shade of which matched exactly with the miniskirt, one adorned with a zip down the front which almost begged the men in here to unfasten it whenever they pleased! The heels were classically sexy in their design but had been embellished with padlocks; suitably symbolic of the situation you had gotten yourself in as Grenton's owned sissy bitch. The last item, a heart shaped black leather choker, would of added a kinky little flair to most outfits, but on this one it was probably the tamest part of it!
Dion seemed entirely apathetic as he presented such an explicit outfit to you. To him, this was just fulfilling orders.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "I just went with my gut on the sizing. Your proportions are different to what I'm used to - especially in the torso area - but I still think I nailed it. Don't you agree?"<br/><br/>
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'femmeSissy'>>
<div class="choice">[["I love it! It's so cute, thank you so much for this."|SSYDion1][$dionStarterChoice = 'femmeOutfit'; $charmStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["It's so cute. I like it but I would of went with something... sluttier."|SSYDion1][$dionStarterChoice = 'notFemmeOutfit'; $SSYDionState = 6; $pervStat += 1]]</div>
<<elseif $keatonCrewBondRole is 'sissy'>>
<div class="choice">[["It's... perfect! Thank you so much"|SSYDion1][$dionStarterChoice = 'sissySlutOutfit'; $pervStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["It's so slutty. I like it but I would of went with something... cuter."|SSYDion1][$dionStarterChoice = 'notSissySlutOutfit'; $SSYDionState = 6; $courageStat += 1]]</div>
<<elseif $keatonCrewBondRole is 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>>
<div class="choice">[["It's... so fucking hot."|SSYDion1][$dionStarterChoice = 'bitchOutfit'; $pervStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Keaton ordered this for me? I guess I have to wear it. It's so humilating though..."|SSYDion1][$dionStarterChoice = 'bitchOutfit'; $subStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["It's a bit much isn't it? Couldn't you tone it down a little?"|SSYDion1][$dionStarterChoice = 'notBitchOutfit'; $subStat += 1]]</div>
<</if>>
<<elseif $SSYDionState is 0>>
<<if $dionConvoState is 0>>
For a Textile room, it was pretty empty. A couple of mannequins with tattered fabric samples pinned to them had fallen to the floor, and a roll of material had been unraveled disorderly around them.<br/><br/>
Other than the scattered mess and a few tool tables, there was nothing besides a lone figure sat in a chair facing away from you. The palms of their hands were buried into their eye sockets, in a pose that could only be described as despairing.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/locations/textileRoom1.jpg" alt="Textile room" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Uh... hello?"<br/><br/>
The man didn't move at all, but responded with a voice heavy with vocal fry. As you approached closer, everything about him seemed completely defeated.<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">???:</span> "Yes, what? Let me guess, another request? Perhaps you should wait until I actually fulfill a single one of them."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh, I didn't realize there was a backlog. Do you... have any idea when that might be?"<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">???:</span> "Ah, let me see... how about NEVER!"<br/><br/>
He shot up straight in his chair and slapped his hand down hard on desk beside him, turning his face to you with an expression of pure fury. It was a frightening moment, but he quickly softened up when his eyes met yours. Immediately he seemed ashamed of the outburst.<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">???:</span> "Apologies... it's this fucking place. It's killing me!"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["It certainly seems to have an effect on people, believe me."|SSYDion1][$dionConvoState = 1; $charmStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Sorry. I honestly didn't mean to upset you."|SSYDion1][$dionConvoState = 1; $subStat += 1]]</div>
<<elseif $dionConvoState is 1>>
<span class="dion">???:</span> "It's my claustrophobia. I suffer it easily. Grenton might not be the smallest place, but the confinement is really putting me on edge."<br/><br/>
The man brushed a piece of lint from the lapel of his jacket before standing up to greet you proper. The height of his slim but muscular build towered over yours, and it was impossible to ignore the thick pecs that strained the surface of his white dress shirt.<br/><br/>
He certainly fit the description of a fashion designer, being the best dressed man you had seen in here. His blue suit fit with a stylish modern cut and subtly decorated with intricate black embellishments that matched perfectly with his leather balmoral boots. Fedoras may have become a joke in recent times, but here he was was wearing one unironically and somehow pulling it off. Underneath it, you could see his hair was shaved down to a light stubble.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zdion.jpg" alt="picture of Dion" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
He offered a thick hand decorated in gold and silver rings, to shake yours.<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Dion."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "$name."<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "That's quite the fashion sense you've got there, $name."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh, um, do you like it?"<br/><br/>
Dion shook his head in disbelief, the mere suggestion seemed to bemusing to him.<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Do you?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Honestly, not really."|SSYDion1][$dionConvoState = 2]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["It's OK at least?"|SSYDion1][$dionConvoState = 2]]</div>
<<elseif $dionConvoState is 2>>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "To call it basic would be an understatement. It's supermarket fashion. It's... bleh! This looks like you've just chucked on the first outfit you could find."<br/><br/>
His suggestion wasn't exactly far off the truth. Dion may of been in a lighter mood now but he seemed to have little patience for you.<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Look, I didn't mean to yell earlier, but I can't take on any more requests. Everyone sees me and thinks I can just whip up designer clothes for them, as if it's so easy! It doesn't work like that."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">???: </span>"Oh yeah? Well perhaps you could enlighten us to how does it work then?"<br/><br/>
Keaton suddenly appeared from the doorway. The look of disdain on his face was an intimidating sight, though it didn't seem to strike any fear into Dion.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"I keep hearing how 'talented' the great Dion Addo is, and yet, here he is apparently unable to make anything. What's going on? We gave you the nice room you asked for, good food, entertainment, and you've repaid our kindness with, oh yeah... not a single fucking thing!"<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "I can't create in these kind of conditions, Keaton. I'm not a machine, I'm an artist."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Well you better deliver something soon because people aren't happy with this seemingly one-sided arrangement! Normally we wouldn't let someone into our crew without a trial, but you said we could count on your reputation that you'd deliver us designer clothing, didn't you? You better hurry up because the men are getting restless."<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "And there's the problem - men! You ask <em>ME</em> to make them what? Tailored suits... coats... gym-wear!? Anyone who knows my work knows my canvas is the female form! I work with the finest women in the world and the materials to match. Haute Couture!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"What about $name then? If you really can't work outside your specialty, you could at least be some use making clothes for them."<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "You're not serious?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Do I sound like I'm joking?"<br/><br/>
Dion seemed exasperated by Keaton's demanding nature, and turned to reason with you instead.<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Look, I'm not trying to offend here, you obviously have some kind of appreciation for female fashion, but you're not exactly the <em>type</em> I design for. The women I collaborate with weren't simply my models, each one was my muse. Anyone familiar with my work knows I work exclusively with a particular body type, and it's quite different to yours. You have to understand, it's just not how I work."<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Couldn't you at least try?"|SSYDion1][$dionConvoState = 3; $dionConvoDialogueState = 'reason']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Well, actually that is kind of offensive."|SSYDion1][$dionConvoState = 3; $dionConvoDialogueState = 'offended']]</div>
<<elseif $dionConvoState is 3>>
<<if $dionConvoDialogueState is 'reason'>>
Dion responded some half-hearted apology.<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "The only thing I can <em>try</em> is to find some inspiration in this insipid place. Sorry, but I can'no't force the creation process; it is what it is."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $dionConvoDialogueState is 'offended'>>
Dion responded some half-hearted apology.<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Well, sorry - but it's not my fault that I fail to feel any inspiration in this insipid place. It is what it is."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong. DionConvoState3.
<</if>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"That's enough excuses out of you. Consider this your final warning - contribute something soon, or you can say goodbye to the perks. If you're going to sell yourself as the golden goose, you better start laying a few fucking eggs!"<br/><br/>
Keaton quickly left before his anger could get the better of him, and slammed the door behind him. It was the most irritated state you had ever seen him, and you were surprised Dion was able to remain adamantly defiant in the face of someone so formidable. Exhausted by the exchange, he retreated back to the same sunken position he was sat in before.<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "He just doesn't get it. Nobody does."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "But you did promise them clothes, didn't you? Why would you do that if you knew you couldn't actually make them?"<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "I told you - claustrophobia! Trust me, anyone who's stricken with it like I am will say anything to find some relief! The officers put me in the tiniest of rooms, I was desperate..."<br/><br/>
For all of his earlier confidence, he looked like a crumpled mess of a man right now. You couldn't help but feel some pity for him; if he were to continue like this then soon enough he'd be back in the situation that distressed him so much in the first place. Any words you could find to comfort him with seemed empty platitudes. You tried giving him a reassuring touch on his shoulder, but he shook it off immediately.<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Go. Leave me be..."<br/><br/>
It was obvious there was nothing you could do to change his mind, so you left him in silence. It may have been an unfruitful meeting, but you felt it wasn't right to entirely give up on Dion yet.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Out of all the people in here he could make clothes for, surely you're the most suitable.</span><br/><br/>
Either you or Jessica. Jessica... she had pointed you here in the first place. Perhaps it would be worth letting her know how this went.<br/><br/>
[[Return to the Mess room|SSYmessRoom]]<br/>
<<set $SSYDionState to 1>>
<</if>>
<<else>>
<img src="images/locations/textileRoom1.jpg" alt="Textile room" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
Looks like the door is locked, and there's no response when you try knocking. For all you know Dion is probably in there, but someone as headstrong as him isn't going to answer if he doesn't want to.<br/><br/>
[[Return to the Mess room|SSYmessRoom]]<br/>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $playerAnkle.has('Black stockings') or $playerAnkle.has('Fishnet stockings')>>
<<set $wearingThighStockings to 1>>
<<else>>
<<set $wearingThighStockings to 0>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerGarter.has('Pink basic garter belt') or $playerGarter.has('Red satin garter belt')>>
<<set $wearingGarters to 1>>
<<else>>
<<set $wearingGarters to 0>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerFeet.has('Black patent leather heels') or $playerFeet.has('Bitch Heels') or $playerFeet.has('Pink ankle strap heels') or $playerFeet.has('Black ankle strap heels')>>
<<set $wearingHeels to 1>>
<<else>>
<<set $wearingHeels to 0>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerTop.has('Modest Maid Outfit') or $playerTop.has('French Maid Outfit')>>
<<if $playerBottom.has('Modest Maid Outfit') or $playerBottom.has('French Maid Outfit')>>
<<set $wearingMaidOutfit to 1>>
<<else>>
<<set $wearingMaidOutfit to 0>>
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<set $wearingMaidOutfit to 0>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerBra.has('Pink basic bra') and $playerUnderwear.has('Pink basic panties') and $playerGarter.has('Pink basic garter belt')>>
<<if $wearingThighStockings is 1>>
<<set $wearingPinkLingerieSet to 1>>
<<set $wearingPinkLingerieSetWithGarters to 1>>
<<else>>
<<set $wearingPinkLingerieSet to 1>>
<<set $wearingPinkLingerieSetWithGarters to 0>>
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<set $wearingPinkLingerieSet to 0>>
<<set $wearingPinkLingerieSetWithGarters to 0>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerBra.has('Red satin bra') and $playerUnderwear.has('Red satin panties') and $playerGarter.has('Red satin garter belt')>>
<<if $wearingThighStockings is 1>>
<<set $wearingRedLingerieSet to 1>>
<<set $wearingRedLingerieSetWithGarters to 1>>
<<else>>
<<set $wearingRedLingerieSet to 1>>
<<set $wearingRedLingerieSetWithGarters to 0>>
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<set $wearingRedLingerieSet to 0>>
<<set $wearingRedLingerieSetWithGarters to 0>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerAcc2.has('Pink chastity device')>>
<<set $playerIsInChastity to 1>>
<<else>>
<<set $playerIsInChastity to 0>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwear.has('Red satin panties')>>
<<set $currentPantieColor to 'red'>>
<<elseif $playerUnderwear.has('Pink basic panties')>>
<<set $currentPantieColor to 'pink'>>
<<elseif $playerUnderwear.has('Bridal panties')>>
<<set $currentPantieColor to 'white'>>
<<elseif $playerUnderwear.has('Basic cotton panties')>>
<<set $currentPantieColor to 'grey'>>
<<elseif $playerUnderwear.has('Basic cotton panties')>>
<<set $currentPantieColor to 'grey'>>
<<elseif $playerUnderwear.has('Ugly panties')>>
<<set $currentPantieColor to 'beige'>>
<<else>>
<<set $currentPantieColor to 'unknown'>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $SSYDion1JessicaState is 0>>
<<set $SSYDion1JessicaState to 1>>
<<set $SSYDionState to 3>>
Jessica could tell you here to enact her plan, and lowered her voice to an excited hush.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Heeeey! Found something hot to wear, then?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Yep."<br/><br/>
You smiled devilishly as you lifted your skirt to show a peek of your panties.<br/><br/>
<<if $wearingPinkLingerieSet is 1>>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Cuteee! Such a sweet color on you. No stockings though?”<br/><br/>
<<elseif $wearingRedLingerieSet is 1>>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Oh yes - very sexy! That looks absolutely perfect on you! No stockings though?”<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong: Lingerie Show off.
<</if>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Couldn't find any, sadly."<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Alright, give me five minutes to get things going. You go back to your room and strip down to just the lingerie, and make sure to attach these.”<br/><br/>
She handed you a pair of black stockings.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/blackStockings.jpg" alt="Picture of black stockings" class="storyImage storyImageSmaller">
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“For you to keep, sweetie. Garters with nothing to attach to really just don't feel right, do they?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Aw, that's so kind - thank you, Jessica! OK, see you soon."<br/><br/>
[[Get changed in your room|SSYDion1Jessica]]<br/>
<<elseif $SSYDion1JessicaState is 1>>
<<set $SSYDion1JessicaState to 2>>
<!-- Make all temp Items 'unknown' : -->
<<set $tempHeldHeadItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldHairItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldEarringItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldNeckItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldWristItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldTopItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldBraItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldBottomItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldUnderwearItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldGarterItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldAnkleItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldFeetItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldAcc1Item to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldAcc2Item to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldAcc3Item to 'unknown'>>
<!-- Set the items to be held and remove them from player: -->
<<if $playerHead.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldHeadItem to $playerHead.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerHead'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerEarring.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldEarringItem to $playerEarring.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerEarring'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerNeck.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldNeckItem to $playerNeck.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerNeck'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerWrist.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldWristItem to $playerWrist.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerWrist'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerTop.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldTopItem to $playerTop.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerTop'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerBra.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldBraItem to $playerBra.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerBra'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerBottom.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldBottomItem to $playerBottom.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerBottom'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwear.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldUnderwearItem to $playerUnderwear.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerUnderwear'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerGarter.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldGarterItem to $playerGarter.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerGarter'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerAnkle.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldAnkleItem to $playerAnkle.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerAnkle'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerFeet.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldFeetItem to $playerFeet.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerFeet'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerAcc1.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldAcc1Item to $playerAcc1.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerAcc1'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerAcc2.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldAcc2Item to $playerAcc2.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerAcc2'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerAcc3.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldAcc3Item to $playerAcc3.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerAcc3'>>
<</if>>
<!-- Add in the temporary ones: -->
<<if $wearingPinkLingerieSet is 1>>
<<pickup '$playerBra' 'Pink basic bra'>>
<<= $playerBra.show()>>
<<pickup '$playerUnderwear' 'Pink basic panties'>>
<<= $playerUnderwear.show()>>
<<pickup '$playerGarter' 'Pink basic garter belt'>>
<<= $playerUnderwear.show()>>
<<elseif $wearingRedLingerieSet is 1>>
<<pickup '$playerBra' 'Red satin bra'>>
<<= $playerBra.show()>>
<<pickup '$playerUnderwear' 'Red satin panties'>>
<<= $playerUnderwear.show()>>
<<pickup '$playerGarter' 'Red satin garter belt'>>
<<= $playerUnderwear.show()>>
<<else>>
Something wrong: Clothes change.
<</if>>
<<pickup '$playerAnkle' 'Black stockings'>>
<<= $playerAnkle.show()>>
The gift from Jessica had you in a giddy high. She was right - without stockings to attach the garter belt your outfit felt incomplete, but luckily you now had the missing piece. Something about the process of fastening them felt so transformative.<br/><br/>
As you fixed the last strap, you heard a knock from beyond your door.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Pssst - it's me, Jessica! Quick, let me in!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "The door's unlocked."<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Oh!”<br/><br/>
Suddenly it flung open, but it took a while before she actually appeared. She entered the room backwards, while struggling to drag a heavy roll of material into your room. She was running out of strength to move it, so you helped her pull it inside.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Oof! Thanks - I was halfway down the hall when I realized lugging this was more of a two girl job!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "What is this? Is this needed for your plan?"<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>Part of it, hun. Here's the next step...”<br/><br/>
Without hesitation she dropped the cords of her dress, which fell straight off of her slim body down into a pile around her feet. In that sudden motion she revealed the elegant but sexy set of black lingerie she was wearing underneath, all while looking directly at you with a completely nonchalant expression on her face.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Wow..."<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Nothing to see here, just two girls doing their makeup in their underwear, he he. Wouldn't want to get any on our dresses now, would we?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Ha ha, is this seriously the plan? What next... we go to Dion's workshop and seduce him?"<br/><br/>
You said it jokingly, but there was a hint of fear underneath. For all you knew Jessica could be so bold as to do that, but she quickly let you know that wasn't her style.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Oh sweetie, you've got a lot to learn - for us girls, less can be so much more! Lay back on the bed, and stop being so shy, will ya? You're going to enjoy this.”<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1DionJessicaScheme0.jpg" alt="stocking covered legs intwined" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
She picked up a handbag she had stored in the cavity of the roll of material, then crawled up on the bed to meet you.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Did you ever see that cute meme of the two girls doing makeup. The one on top was posed something liiike this...”<br/><br/>
She lifted herself so she was perched on top of your body, with a stocking-clad leg pinned either side of you. If her ass perched any lower she'd of practically been in the cowgirl position. Instead she scooted a little closer to sit upon your abs. From the teasing inflection in her voice, she appeared to be having fun.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Everything OK, $name?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Ah-absolutely."<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Girl friends do this kind of thing all the time, it's perfectly normal. Well, this position is a little spicy - but it's not like it isn't practical!”<br/><br/>
She leaned in closer until she was almost directly over your face, her cheeky smile beaming. This was the rare kind of affectionate most people didn't experience the same way with their friends, a different kind of intimacy they would sadly never come to experience. If you had any makeup skills you would of loved to return the favor for Jessica.<br/><br/>
With one eye closed her hand came towards you with a surgical level of precision, as she lined your eyes in the darkest shade of black. You were just about to whisper thank you to her, when the door handle suddenly turned!<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">No! No no no!</span><br/><br/>
Through pure instinct you jumped up to hide from view, inadvertently throwing Jessica off you. Instantly you felt terrible, and reached forward to grab her before she could fall back entirely.<br/><br/>
From the doorway, Dion caught you both in full embrace, your legs entwined Jessica's, and your hand reaching tenderly down onto her hips. He looked shell-shocked at the sight.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1DionJessicaScheme.jpg" alt="stocking covered legs intwined" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "I, uh... I... I..."<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Eek! Wh-what the- hasn't anyone taught you to knock!?”<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "I, I'm... sorry. I was... came for... a fabric roll... didn't... didn't know anyone lived here..."<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Oh my days, well then stop staring and just take it already! $name, can you believe this man?”<br/><br/>
In hindsight it should of been obvious Dion could show up, yet you hadn't really considered it at all! Anytime you weren't prepared to be exposed you found yourself quickly overwhelemed. Right now words failed you.<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "I'm just going to... *ergh*... take the roll... *huff*... and leave. I'm so... *ach*... sorry to disturb."<br/><br/>
He struggled to tow away the material as hastily as he could, momentarily looking back towards the pair of you.<br/><br/>
Jessica scorned at him again before shutting the door right behind him. Seeing her fake anger was actually kind of hilarious; to you it wasn't believable at all, but Dion didn't know her well enough to tell at all. Once the pair of you were sure he had gone you both burst into laughter.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Ha ha! Oh wow... did you see his face?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I can't believe it - <em>that</em> was you plan!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Haha, well something like that. Apart from you almost knocking me to floor, I'd say it went pretty well.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "If you had given me any idea that was going to happen, I wouldn't of been so shocked!"<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Naaah - this was far more believable. The panic on your face while you were grabbing me would convince anyone!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "You're wild! So you really think that's going to inspire him?"<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Catching two hotties like us that like? If that doesn't, what will?”<br/><br/>
She picked up her dress to put it back on.<br/><br/>
[[Get changed as well|SSYDion1Jessica]]<br/>
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As you put your clothes back on, you could barely stop giggling. Anyone would instantly pick up on Jessica's charming sweetness, but you had no idea she had such a chaotic side to her too. Whether or not her plan really would work, it had been fun. Seeing Dion's composed demeanor completely evaporate was worth it alone.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Give him a little time, hun. Before you know it, we'll be the models in his next catwalk, he he.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Ha, you'd look amazing on it."<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Aww, stop! You know we both would. Hey, fancy getting up to some mischief again sometime?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "With you? I'd love to."<br/><br/>
She wiggled her fingers for a playful goodbye gesture, before leaving with a delighted grin.<br/><br/>
[[Finish|SSYRoom][$ap -= 1]]<br/>
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<<if $experiencedDramaEventToday is 1>>
<img src="images/locations/dramaRoom.jpg" alt="picture of the drama room area" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
The inside is empty, even Nate isn't here. It looks like the Drama group is done with activities for today.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
<<elseif $SSYNateState is 1>>
<img src="images/locations/dramaRoom.jpg" alt="picture of the drama room area" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<<if $playerInventory.has('Mahon cheese') and $ap lt 2>>
Even though you've got cheese for the contribution, Nate warned you this his acting sessions would take everything you've got. While you're not exactly exhausted right now, you'll need more energy than this. You should come back another time.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
You feel as ready as you're ever going to be for your first acting session with Nate,<<if $playerInventory.has('Mahon cheese')>> and you've got something to contribute to the cheese plate. Are you ready?<<else>> but you haven't got anything to contribute to the cheese plate! Better try and find some before coming back.<</if>><br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Mahon cheese') and $ap gte 2>>
[[Let's do this.|SSYNate1a]]<br/>
[[Maybe another time...|SSYmessRoom]]
<<else>>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
<</if>>
<<elseif $SSYNateState is 0>>
You knocked at the door but there was no response. Even after trying again multiple times, you were only met with silence. It seemed obvious this was the so-called drama room Keaton directed you to, so you quietly opened the door in the hope of not causing a disturbance, and stepped inside.<br/><br/>
Immediately the setting gave you flashbacks to your school days. It wasn't really a room, but instead a spacious hall. It's scuffed grey floors were littered with all kinds of toy props, along with hand-made 2D set pieces and clothing items for various outfits.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/locations/dramaRoom.jpg" alt="picture of the drama room area" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
The end of the room had an elevated wooden stage area, complete with curtains and stage exits either side. From it's left, you heard a mix of clattering and thumping sounds. As you approached, you could just about discern someone's angry diatribe, delivered in a heavy Irish accent.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">???: </span>"...so help me, ye'll be found soon ye feckless bastard! Getcha self out here!"<br/><br/>
It dawned on you that you didn't actually know who the actor was or what he looked like. Cautiously you peeled back the curtain covering the stage exit to get a glimpse at this mystery man.<br/><br/>
The agitated person was ranting and raving as he tried to force his way through a blockade of props in front of him. He shoved a set of clothes racks to the ground, before rapidly grabbing some smaller items and aimlessly hurling them behind him. Fake jewellery suddenly rained down on you, with a pocket watch catching you on the nose.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Ah, fuck!"<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">???: </span>"Is that ye, is it now? How'd ye get back there... oh... the feck are yer?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oww... I should ask you the same! I'm here to meet the actor."<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">???: </span>"Ye and all? Well ain't than somethin' - I be lookin' fer the chancer meself. Ye've got hands, ain't ye? Come on now, let's get the maggot!"<br/><br/>
The man turned back to the pile, carelessly tearing the items out of his way. He had a hard, unfriendly face, and didn't care at all to reel in his recklessness. The ends of his white t-shirt were rolled up, and his stonewashed denims seemed caked in dirt. He threw more props out of his way before turning back questioningly to you.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">???: </span>"What's wrong there? Would be a quicker job, the two of us."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I know, but... I'm here to learn from him, not harm him."<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">???: </span>"Really now - and just what could that dosser have to teach ye? No, if anythin' it's that fecker who needs a lesson! Help me now, I'll make it worth yer while!"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[No. I'm here to join in with the drama group.|SSYNate1][$SSYActorBondPoints +=2; $nateConvoState =1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Fine...|SSYNate1][$nateConvoState =2; $subStat += 1]]</div>
<<else>>
<img src="images/locations/dramaRoom.jpg" alt="picture of the drama room area" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
Now that you're here, you realize there's nothing to do here right now.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
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<<if $nateConvoState is 1>>
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<span class="nate">???: </span>"Imeacht gan teacht ort! Be off with yer now!"<br/><br/>
Regardless of whether the actor was actually hiding behind the props or not, you couldn't help but feel unsafe staying around this guy any longer. You sneaked your way back across the hall, only to hear a hard, slow clap behind you before you could exit.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">???: </span>"Well done - a splendid showing there!"<br/><br/>
It was a completely different voice... an English accent of the distinct kind that a classically trained English actor would have. You turned around to see a man stood back at the stage area, but it wasn't the Irishman. This man was dressed in a comfy looking wool cardigan and had a cheerful look on his face.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">The Actor: </span>"Yes, splendid indeed, if one may say so. Do tell, what is your name? You were looking for me, I presume?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'm $name. And if you're the actor I've been told to meet, then yes I was. You need to be careful though, there's-"<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">The Actor: </span>"A villainous brute searching for oneself, you're about to say?"<br/><br/>
He swept his hand through his chocolate brown hair; a charmingly tousled, pushed back style, with an ever so slight widow's peak.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Th-that's right..."<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">The Actor: </span>"Oh ho! My dear, then allow me to relieve your confusion, for I dare say you have been captivated by acting in it's most purest form! You see, our despicable, unkempt Scottish foe was none other than... MYSELF!!!"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Znate.jpg" alt="picture of Nate" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
He held his arms up as if to invite applause and delight from an adoring crowd, but his revelation didn't exactly 'relieve your confusion'.<br/><br/>
You clapped meekly, the faint praise of which he seemed to enjoy drinking in, though it felt like he wanted you to actually <em>say</em> something about the 'performance'.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[That was impressive - I can't believe you were that guy!|SSYNate1][$subStat += 1; $nateConvoState =3]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Um, I'm sorry, didn't you mean Irish?|SSYNate1][$SSYActorBondPoints +=1; $charmStat += 1; $nateConvoState =4]]</div>
<<elseif $nateConvoState is 2>>
<span class="nate">???: </span>"Ah, yer only bleedin' massive! Grab at these will ye now, will ye? I'm knackered."<br/><br/>
If the actor really was behind these props, you had to meet him. You weren't sure exactly what would happen if you continued, but at least going along with the Irishman meant you had some chance of finding him.<br/><br/>
Despite his proposition earlier, the man didn't raise a finger. He wandered off leaving all the work to you. You moved the items out the way as gently as you could, diligently making a path through the blockade, only to hear a hard, slow clap behind you.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">???: </span>"Well done - a splendid showing there!"<br/><br/>
It was a completely different voice... an English accent of the distinct kind that a classically trained English actor would have. You turned around to see a man stood back at the stage area, but it wasn't the Irishman. This man was dressed in a comfy looking wool cardigan and had a cheerful look on his face.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">The Actor: </span>"Yes, splendid indeed, if one may say so. Do tell, what is your name? You were looking for me, I presume?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'm $name. And if you're the actor I've been told to meet, then yes I was. You need to be careful though, there's-"<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">The Actor: </span>"A villainous brute searching for oneself, you're about to say?"<br/><br/>
He swept his hand through his chocolate brown hair; a charmingly tousled, pushed back style, with an ever so slight widow's peak.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Th-that's right..."<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">The Actor: </span>"Oh ho! My dear, then allow me to relieve your confusion, for I dare say you have been captivated by acting in it's most purest form! You see, the despicable, unkempt Scottish foe you came so close to befriending was none other than... MYSELF!!!"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Znate.jpg" alt="picture of Nate" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
He held his arms up as if to invite applause and delight from an adoring crowd, but his revelation didn't exactly 'relieve your confusion'.<br/><br/>
You clapped meekly, the faint praise of which he seemed to enjoy drinking in, though it felt like he wanted you to actually <em>say</em> something about the 'performance'.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[That was impressive - I can't believe you were that guy!|SSYNate1][$subStat += 1; $nateConvoState =3]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Um, I'm sorry, didn't you mean Irish?|SSYNate1][$SSYActorBondPoints +=1; $charmStat += 1; $nateConvoState =4]]</div>
<<elseif $nateConvoState is 3>>
<span class="nate">The Actor: </span>"Thank you, my dear - one must say, it may become hard for one to maintain a humble composure in the midst of such appreciation! Allow oneself to give the true compliment to the Scottish people, whom without which, my beautiful, passionate yet measured and dignified portrayal would fall flat. Here's to them - Siwmae!"<br/><br/>
The man suddenly raised a goblet upwards, before drinking it's whole contents in a couple of gulps. If that was supposed to be a toast to the Scottish, he seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact that 'siwmae' was actually a Welsh word; one that actually meant 'How's it going?'.<br/><br/>
Regardless of how accurate his performance was in regards to his intentions, he certainly knew how to convincingly portray somebody else. He was still the same man from earlier, but his facial expression, voice and posture - along with his inexplicably fast costume change - made you feel like you were in the presence of an entirely different person.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">The Actor: </span>"Your response makes it clear that one's Caledonian rogue character is finally ready to debut on the big stage! Now my friend, let us move our attention to yourself. You wish to join our drama group here in Grenton, is that correct?"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $nateConvoState is 4>>
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<span class="nate">The Actor: </span>"Oh, did one not say as such? Then allow oneself to apologize, such slips of the tongue are far easier to make when one is not in character. One hopes my mistake does not distract from what surely was a beautiful, passionate yet measured and dignified portrayal of the Irish spirit. Here's to them - Siwmae!"<br/><br/>
The man suddenly raised a goblet upwards, before drinking it's whole contents in a couple of gulps. If that was supposed to be a toast to the Irish people, he seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact that 'siwmae' was actually a Welsh word; one that actually meant 'How's it going?'. <br/><br/>
Regardless of how accurate his performance was in regards to his intentions, he certainly knew how to convincingly portray somebody else. He was still the same man from earlier, but his facial expression, voice and posture - along with his inexplicably fast costume change - made you feel like you were in the presence of an entirely different person.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">The Actor: </span>"One must thank you though - honest feedback is vital to bringing a character to their true potential. Now my friend, let us move our attention to your fine self. You wish to join our drama group here in Grenton, is that correct?"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
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<<if $nateConvoState is 3 or $nateConvoState is 4>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "That's... right. I was told there was a lot I could learn from you."<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">The Actor: </span>"Learn! But, my dear, you're a natural! To catch me in the middle of method acting and riff with me like that? You played your role to perfection!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Riff? I genuinely thought there was a man out to get you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">The Actor: </span>"Precisely my point! How better would one play their part? No, you need not learn from me, the place from where you need to learn is within yourself!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh... um, okay then. But..."<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">The Actor: </span>"As director of Grenton's drama group one is honored to have been given such a golden opportunity. Those who arrive here are already focused on improving themselves, and yet, are bereft of the ego that comes attached to so many aspiring actors. It is these people, such such as your unassuming self, who offer acting opportunities like no other!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'm not sure I entirely understand..."<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">The Actor: </span>"Acting for acting's sake, my dear! Inhabiting entirely different personas! Truly being another, not for glory, not for fame, certainyl not for monetary privilege. Nay! Simply to explore that which drives the soul! To expand what it means to be oneself by becoming engulfed in another!"<br/><br/>
You couldn't deny finding his passion for his craft inspiring, especially after his encouraging description of you as a natural talent.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "That makes a bit more sense... so, would I be able to join your group?"<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">The Actor: </span>"Certainly! Our group meets all the time, you're welcome to join us whenever you wish."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh, thank you! But did you say whenever? Wouldn't that make rehearsals difficult?"<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">The Actor: </span>"Not at all! Apologies, one suppose one wasn't clear. We perform for nobody but ourselves. There's no requirement to practice weeks at a time for some grand performance - each day we strive each to create something new! To dive deep into ourselves so that stories true to oneself may emerge. It is an exhilarating experience; writing, practicing and performing, almost all in one sitting!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I see..."<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">The Actor: </span>"Within our group, you'll be able to experience stories especially crafted for you. Can you imagine, $name? Shakespeare, Miller, Beckett... all fantastic of course, but what can compare to the raw, intimate stories each of us has to tell?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "So... does this mean I need to be a writer too?"<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">The Actor: </span>"Not necessarily - in fact, one did hope you'd be gracious enough to allow oneself to write your scenes for you? Of course, there'd be room for input from yourself, when the occasion arises. How does that sound?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I think I'd like that, yes!"<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">The Actor: </span>"Excellent, then away I shall go! As an actor one becomes a quick read of others, but one will still need to do some research on you first. I'm sure there's much one can learn from the people you've met in here. With the preliminary matters out the way, we can create special experiences for your acting to blossom from!"<br/><br/>
You couldn't bring yourself to interrupt him here. To say he'd learn more about you from the others in here would be a huge understatement.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">The Actor: </span>"Well, it's been a delight to meet you, $name. You should make a fine addition to our steadily growing group of thespians! But wait, for it strikes me that one has been incredibly rude! One gets so caught up in the craft they often forget their manners. Allow me to properly introduce oneself... Nathaniel Bae-Lewis, and while the reception of one's full name in their ears is quite a pleasure, one prefers to go by Nate."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Thank you Nate, it's been nice to meet you."<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Likewise, my dear. When you arrive for our first session, do make sure you have plenty of energy, for our work will be most intense! Oh, and there is a <em>minor</em> formality that also must be mentioned... one must insist that attendance to any of our 'personalized' sessions will require a contribution to our cheese plate."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Excuse me?"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ssyNate1_cheesePlate.jpg" alt="picture of a cheese plate" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Cheese, my dear, cheese! Gorgonzola, Stilton, Roquefort, heavens maybe even a bit of Cheddar if you have to! Just a <em>small</em> contribution, if you'd be so kind."<br/><br/>
It was a fairly odd request from a very odd man, and yet he seemed deadly serious about it. There was little more to say, so you nodded goodbye and left the hall, curious as to exactly what Nate and his drama group would have in store for you.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|SSYmessRoom][$ap -=1]]<br/>
<<set $metNate to 1>>
<<set $SSYNateState to 1>>
<<set $nateConvoState to 0>>
<<set $experiencedDramaEventToday to 1>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $nateConvoState is 0>>
<<set $random = random(1,3)>>
<<set $actorScriptLineState to $random>>
<<set $actedCorrectlyThisSession to 0>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Mahon cheese')>><<drop '$playerInventory' 'Mahon cheese'>><<else>><</if>>
After you had placed the hunk of cheese carefully onto the contribution plate, an excited Nate appeared out of nowhere and grasped the palms of his hands together to produce a single, padded clap.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"$name, what fortuitous timing! One's research regarding yourself is now complete, now the true work may begin."<br/><br/>
He cut a neat cube off of the Mahon while speaking to you, and placed it in his mouth.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Mmm, how marvelous! Now, let us turn our focus upon you. Hopefully you won't mind my saying so, but from your appearance alone one imagined you would be a fascinating subject, yet the more one discovered it became apparent just how little you knew yourself. Some would be disheartened, but one believes such a state of self-doubt will be richly fertile for new discoveries."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-you think so?"<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Indeed! One found themselves drawn much deeper into the hitherto unknown world of... you. Who are you? It soon became clear that, for now, such a question appears only answerable in the rear-view mirror of your next action."<br/><br/>
He placed his fingers quizzically at his chin as he looked at you, almost like he was examining some art exhibit of unfathomable meaning.<br/><br/>
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'femmeSissy'>>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"One heard tale that you pushed yourself into an almost extreme situation, and yet in some way since you've almost pulled back. An eagerness to tread fearlessly into that which is untread, to know only after courageously stepping into the unknown. From there, you can retreat into the space you learn you truly reside. A brave yet pragmatic method... few could find courage to do the same."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $keatonCrewBondRole is 'sissy'>>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"One heard tale that you pushed yourself into an almost extreme situation, and would have went further, had you only been able to withstand the complexity of desires within you. That eagerness to tread fearlessly into the unknown resides still, yet without the mental fortitude to match one's will, such depths can barely be explored before they become suffocating..."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $keatonCrewBondRole is 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"One heard tale that you pushed yourself into an almost extreme situation, and would have went further, had you only been able to withstand the complexity of desires within you. Now you seek freedom within limits, submitting your own desires to be defined by others. Some astounding actors have found their meaning through the demands of their audience. It can be volatile yet potent approach..."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
It became obvious that despite his somewhat eccentric nature, Nate had a particular talent for picking up insight into others; certainly into you at least. Clearly he had a strong fascination in what makes up a person. The surprising level of deduction he exhibited almost flustered you.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Apologies! One does tend to put the horse before the cart when it comes to the craft. Such excitement cannot help but erupt at the prospect of exploring untrodden scenarios with you. Also, to bare one's soul most honestly, it could be said many of the female roles we have here are being played... most unconvincingly."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "And you think I can?"<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Why of course! What makes you doubt yourself so?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I mean... I just started dressing like this. And my voice... it's not exactly girly."<br/><br/>
An uncontainable smile filled Nate's face. He paced swiftly to a writing desk nearby and slammed his hand upon a script laying on it.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Oh fortune, this script writer's hand has struck serendipitously once more! Allow me to explain my dear, this first scene made for you is most astoundingly what you need! Here, go ahead and read it..."<br/><br/>
He handed over the pages to you, a hastily written script completed in Nate's own handwriting. You read the title out loud...<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "A DEBUT FROM THE CLOSET."<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"An exploration of the first moments of self-discovery. There's even a part where you'll be performing in a new voice! You wish to change your vocal tone, yes?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It would be nice to sound... more feminine."<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Then let us warm up with an exercise that may help, shall we?"<br/><br/>
He motioned for you to mimic him, inhaling deeply before shaking each of his limbs like he was trying to rid himself of his hands and feet. After you copied his gestures to warm up, he held a finger in position that was primed to flick at his adam's apple.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Here. This is where we can get the most drastic change from your voice."<br/><br/>
He flicked repeatedly while slightly groaning and exhaling. At first the breathy sound was deep, but gradually he changed it to a higher resonance. When he had finished tuning it, his voice was near indistinguishable from a typical woman's. He stopped suddenly and looked at you with seriousness, keen to explain.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"One's throat is simply a pipe my dear, the pitch of which is determined by it's volume. If we shrink that volume by tightening the pipe, we have a way of controlling our pitch to be higher. Go ahead and try yourself. When you have the pitch, all you need to do is hold the muscle there and speak."<br/><br/>
You did as he directed. It wasn't easy; getting the higher toned breath sound was difficult enough even before you tried speaking.<br/><br/>
It took many tries before you could even say a short sentence while holding your throat in that position, but you eventually got there. Your voice was nowhere near as impressive as Nate's, but it certainly changed in a way you liked!<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zNate1aVoice.jpg" alt="Picture of femme vocal training" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Excellent! Trust in yourself that it will become second nature before long. There's more to develop it fully of course, but you've learned the most fundamental aspect. This helps avoid the most common mistake that many beginners make - performing an effortless falsetto, which is sadly far too easy to sound cartoonish."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I see..."<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Now, let's look towards our scene. Have you much acting experience? Any indulgence of bringing the fictional to life at all, hm?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh, not really. I suppose I really get into imaginary things though. Like when I'm reading a book I can picture the setting and characters vividly in my mind. I don't tend to speed read, instead narrating each person's voice as though I could hear them myself."<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Wonderful! That is a natural inclination of yours we can expand from, for when you become the character you must see what they see. Step into their world until it seems real enough to touch. This is no longer to be a drab empty hall - paint these walls with your most vivid imagination, and it will be as though you were present in another place entirely!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'll try my best."<br/><br/>
[[Continue|SSYNate1a][$nateConvoState = 101]]<br/>
<<elseif $nateConvoState is 101>>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"One thinks you will do well my dear, so be nervous not a moment longer! Should you merge into the character written for you today, you will find it as though your very soul is being guided by them, a gentle ethereal spirit leading you away. Your hang-ups will not be theirs. Allow yourself to be free from them, without any concern. This is what it means to act."<br/><br/>
He clapped sharply twice and bellowed for you to learn your lines, before marching over to the stage to set up his amateur crafted props. You did your best to memorize the lines. Even if there wasn't going to be an audience, you still wanted to do a good job.<br/><br/>
Most of the script seemed to be sticking, so you tried to focus on the last few lines that kept escaping you.<br/><br/>
<span class="notepaper">
"That depends... what's your favorite color?"<br/><br/>
"I'll do my best for you..."<br/><br/>
(Push the container of clothes under the bed with your foot.)<br/><br/>
(Arch back seductively for a selfie.) "I hope D likes this."<br/><br/>
(Bite at finger to portray behaving indecently.)<br/><br/>
(Portray introspective doubt, followed by hinting at a propensity for behaving naughtily)<br/>
</span>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Take in as much as you can. Do at least attempt to stick to the script today, but don't fret over any errors. There's room for a little improv, and we can work around any line flubs. Remember - the most important thing of all is to immerse yourself in the scene!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Okay... wow, this scene kinda gets a bit intense at moments..."<br/><br/>
<<if $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'inferiorityComplex'>>
<span class="innerIdentity shame shameSource1 inferiority"><span class="innerThoughtLabel shameSource1Label">[Inferiority]: </span>This script... what does it say about you if you actually do a good job of acting this out? Are you just going to accept a role so inferior? You're making a mistake. Hide your weakness... don't show it off!</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'internalizedSocialStigma'>>
<span class="innerIdentity shame shameSource1 internalizedSocialStigma"><span class="innerThoughtLabel shameSource1Label">[Social Stigma]: </span>You can't do this, it's so embarrassing! Why are you even thinking of trying? It's like you just can't stop. Ignore your freakish little urges, push them down. Push them away!</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'slutShame'>>
<span class="innerIdentity shame shameSource1 slutShame"><span class="innerThoughtLabel shameSource1Label">[Slut Shame]: </span>This script sounds kind of hot, but... to have to act this out in front of him? Even if the thought of doing this is a turn on, you mustn't let others see that. Stop embarrassing yourself.</span><br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Any issues, my dear? One can always make rewrites. Or perhaps another story entirely?"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'selfObjectification'>>
<span class="innerIdentity feminineReason selfObjectification"><span class="innerThoughtLabel feminineReasonLabel">[Self-Objectification]: </span>Get over yourself! You should realize what a lucky girl you are to even have this chance! This is going to be <em>so</em> hot...</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'naturalBornFemme'>>
<span class="innerIdentity feminineReason naturalBornFemme"><span class="innerThoughtLabel feminineReasonLabel">[Natural Born Femme]: </span>You're lying to yourself if you're going to pretend you don't want to try this. This is a chance to truly explore yourself - to finally seperate what you actually desire from what you don't. You'll never know until you try. Acting let's you throw away your self-judgment while you step into someone else...</span><br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I think I can do this... it's just... some of it will be strange to act out."<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Believe in yourself, $name - in the eyes of this modest thespian you appear most ready! Should anything about the performance become too much, by any means at all, say so immediately. One will not hesitate to end the performance with instant effect."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Ok. Alright... yeah, I can do this. I <em>will</em> do this. Let's go."<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Ecstatic! Allow one to set the scene..."<br/><br/>
[[Begin|SSYNate1a][$nateConvoState = 1]]<br/>
<<elseif $nateConvoState is 1>>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Ahem! The night would be silent if not for occasional passing of streetcars outside Ethan's apartment. To most, this cold Thursday evening would be of no significance at all, but for him there was an anticipation in the air that was most palpable. Thrill was coursing through his entire body, so much so that it was difficult to hold a steady hand to turn the key in his apartment's door. None of his roommates should be coming back here tonight, and in the exceptional circumstance they did, tonight they would find the entrance impenetrable."<br/><br/>
You acted out Ethan's activities, over-exaggerating your character's shivering, the gestures of locking a door and blocking the entrance. You felt painfully aware that you were still yourself, and could only hope you'd lose yourself in the role soon.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Tonight was going to be special precisely because Ethan had pined for it so long, or maybe it should be said that longing truly belonged to Eve. She was the persona who had been sealed away for so long. She, who only existed within the small slivers of opportunity like this. The luxury to simply <em>be</em> was not often hers, but for a few hours tonight, it finally was. She wasn't alone in looking forward to this opportunity though..."<br/><br/>
A badly mouthed '<strong>BLOOP</strong>' sound was made to signify receiving a text. You looked to a nearby table, and gently picked up a prop phone made from a cardboard box. With emphasis, you shifted your eyes over it's surface, 'reading' it's supposed message.<br/><br/>
The script said you'd have to vocalize the messages your character would send. It would feel awkward to do so, but that's just the nature of theatre. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a motion from Nate, a direction that seemed to say 'look within'. You took an inhale of breath.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"The dull glow of the screen lights up Ethan's world! A message from someone he only knows as 'D'."<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate (doing a different voice): </span>"How's my sissy?"<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate (doing a different voice): </span>>"Is she dressed yet?"<br/><br/>
[[Another Inhale. Become Eve...|SSYNate1a][$nateConvoState = 2]]<br/>
<<elseif $nateConvoState is 2>>
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<<set $tempHeldHairItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldEarringItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldNeckItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldWristItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldTopItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldBraItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldBottomItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldUnderwearItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldGarterItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldAnkleItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldFeetItem to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldAcc1Item to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldAcc2Item to 'unknown'>>
<<set $tempHeldAcc3Item to 'unknown'>>
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<<if $playerHead.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldHeadItem to $playerHead.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerHead'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerHair.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldHairItem to $playerHair.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerHair'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerEarring.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldEarringItem to $playerEarring.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerEarring'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerNeck.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldNeckItem to $playerNeck.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerNeck'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerWrist.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldWristItem to $playerWrist.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerWrist'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerTop.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldTopItem to $playerTop.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerTop'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerBra.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldBraItem to $playerBra.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerBra'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerBottom.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldBottomItem to $playerBottom.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerBottom'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwear.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldUnderwearItem to $playerUnderwear.show()>>
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<</if>>
<<if $playerGarter.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldGarterItem to $playerGarter.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerGarter'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerAnkle.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldAnkleItem to $playerAnkle.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerAnkle'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerFeet.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldFeetItem to $playerFeet.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerFeet'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerAcc1.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldAcc1Item to $playerAcc1.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerAcc1'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerAcc2.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldAcc2Item to $playerAcc2.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerAcc2'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerAcc3.isEmpty()>><<else>>
<<set $tempHeldAcc3Item to $playerAcc3.show()>>
<<dropall '$playerAcc3'>>
<</if>>
<<pickup '$playerHair' 'red hair'>>
<!-- <<= $playerHair.show()>> -->
<<pickup '$playerTop' 'Jumper'>>
<!-- <<= $playerTop.show()>> -->
<<pickup '$playerBottom' 'Jeans'>>
<!-- <<= $playerBottom.show()>> -->
<<pickup '$playerUnderwear' 'Black boxers'>>
<!-- <<= $playerUnderwear.show()>> -->
<<pickup '$playerFeet' 'White trainers'>>
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<img src="images/scenes/zNate1aPhone.jpg" alt="Picture of a phone recieving D's messages" class="storyImage">
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageSent">
<div class="textMessageName">Eve</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Just finished getting smooth. Dressing up now. x x</div>
</div><br/>
Eve glided her hand over the newly frictionless surface of her legs, the sleek feel of it was so pleasurable. She crouched under her bed, shifting the boxes that obscured her deepest secret from sight.<br/><br/>
Most would assume a hidden, locked chest would house something highly valuable: precious family heirlooms perhaps, or confidential personal documents, but this was something far more precious than that. It contained everything that could transform her world in a moment. The items that would change her very being.<br/><br/>
And yet they were also a deeply held secret, so concealed from sight it was a struggle to even reach them. Just when Eve obtained the box, her phone buzzed once more.<br/><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Good girl. What will you be wearing for me?</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageSent">
<div class="textMessageName">Eve</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">That depends... what's your favorite color? x</div>
</div><br/>
She unclasped the chest to reveal it's 'magical' contents. Every inch inside was stuffed with Eve's clothing: dresses, tops, skirts and lingerie... so much lingerie.<br/><br/>
There were panties in almost every shade of color, some of which were lucky enough to have bras to match. A section was dedicated to accessories: garter belts and stockings in various styles, and even a waspie and corset. The collection was a femme fashion lover's dream, and it all belonged to Eve.<br/><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Cute of you to ask. I want to see you in white.</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">White. For the sissy virgin you are...</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Take your time. Look your sexiest for me.</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[I'm going to try my best...|SSYNate1a][$nateConvoState =3; $actedCorrectly = 0]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[I'll look my best for you...|SSYNate1a][$nateConvoState =3; $actedCorrectly = 0]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[I'll do my best for you...|SSYNate1a][$SSYActorBondPoints +=1; $charmStat += 1; $nateConvoState =3; $actedCorrectly = 1; $actedCorrectlyThisSession += 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[I'm going to look so hot for you...|SSYNate1a][$nateConvoState =3; $actedCorrectly = 0]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $nateConvoState is 3>>
<<if $actedCorrectly is 1>><div class="bondPointsIncreaseDisplay actorBondPointsIncrease"><img class="bondHeartsIcon" src="images/extras/whiteHeart1.png"><img class="bondPointsUpArrow" src="images/extras/whiteUpArrow.png"></div><</if>>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">You better. Tonight you're going to prove to me that you're worth my time.</div>
</div><br/>
Eve had been speaking to D for a while. Perhaps Eve didn't realize how fortunate they were, but D was a man who knew how to get the most out of their sissies. The rare kind of alpha who was patient enough to wait until the perfect moment to unleash their demands. If anyone other than Eve was going to take full advantage of this night, it would be him.<br/><br/>
Eve began her transformation as ordered, carefully opening the brim of a white stocking and gently easing her toes inside.<br/><br/>
Her mind had been racing for weeks each time she looked forward to this, but as usual for the inexperienced and self-doubtful girl, her giddy excitement was tempered with just as much anxiety. Her 'traditional' upbringing clashed against her most instinctual desires, and the results of this long internal battle had only produced a deeply kinky urge of 'it's so wrong, it's right' within her.<br/><br/>
The cold winter night had broken her legs out in goosebumps, heightening the sensation of the soft nylon material sliding over her legs. Each time one of these leggings were pulled up, she released her grip on them to make the elastic tops snap satisfyingly onto her skin, hugging tight into the plumpness of her thighs. Already it felt so sensual.<br/><br/>
She dipped a blind hand into the bottom of her clothes chest until she touched the unmistakable fabric of her white garter belt. The luxury of it's design was beyond anything else she owned, with a delicate lace front sewn into an intricate, floral design. The designer most likely had this in mind for somebody's honeymoon, not the filthy evening Eve was about to indulge.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/bridalLingerieSet.jpg" alt="Picture of white lingerie" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
Something about attaching garters was Eve's favorite part of dressing up; as frustrating as it could be to fasten them, it simply felt like the part of the process felt the most transformative. With each additional strap in place, she was locked one step further into her true self once again.<br/><br/>
<span class="loudNoiseBlue">*CLMPF*</span>
<span class="p1 p2">Eve:</span> "AAH!!!"<br/><br/>
Eve screamed involuntarily from a noise outside the door. Unthinkingly she pushed the container of clothes under the bed with her foot, all while futilely trying to cover the bare naked gap between her garters and stockings. With a few more seconds to think, she realized how silly this was - nobody could possibly get in. She just couldn't avoid such fears though, the need to avoid exposure was too ingrained inside her.<br/><br/>
She waited a moment more, hearing a few more shuffling sounds. It was just someone from the apartment next door going down the landing. Even in what were the safest moments to indulge her secret, Eve simply couldn't let go of her need not to be discovered.<br/><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Enjoying yourself a little too much?</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Don't keep me waiting.</div>
</div><br/>
The message made her feel the need to hurry up. She cinched a white bra around her chest before adjusting it to sit just right over her nipples. Arousal took over her for a moment, and feeling like a naughty girl, she gave herself a sharp spank on her ass. Only her need to satisfy D soon held her back from indulging more.<br/><br/>
Without a pair of white heels to complete the look, she picked out a pair of pink ones, the soft color complimented the rest of her outfit. She always made the mistake of heels before underwear first, and now she had to struggle as she hobbled her feet through the gaps in the panties.<br/><br/>
After an embarrassingly long amount of time and effort getting them on, she tucked herself in to make a snug little bulge. Her full attention was ready to focus on D, and she wouldn't keep him waiting anymore.<br/><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageSent">
<div class="textMessageName">Eve</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">I'm ready D. x</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Show me.</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Arch back sluttily for a selfie. 'I hope D likes this.'|SSYNate1a][$nateConvoState =4; $actedCorrectly = 0]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Arch back seductively for a selfie. 'I hope D likes this.'|SSYNate1a][$SSYActorBondPoints +=1; $charmStat += 1; $nateConvoState =4; $actedCorrectly = 1; $actedCorrectlyThisSession += 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Arch back sluttily for a selfie. 'I hope this makes D happy.'|SSYNate1a][$nateConvoState =4; $actedCorrectly = 0]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Arch back seductively for a selfie. 'I hope this makes D happy.'|SSYNate1a][$nateConvoState =4; $actedCorrectly = 0]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $nateConvoState is 4>>
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<<dropall '$playerTop'>>
<<dropall '$playerBottom'>>
<<dropall '$playerUnderwear'>>
<<dropall '$playerFeet'>>
<<pickup '$playerBra' 'Bridal bra'>>
<!-- <<= $playerBra.show()>> -->
<<pickup '$playerGarter' 'Bridal garter belt'>>
<!-- <<= $playerGarter.show()>> -->
<<pickup '$playerUnderwear' 'Bridal panties'>>
<!-- <<= $playerUnderwear.show()>> -->
<<pickup '$playerAnkle' 'White lace stockings'>>
<!-- <<= $playerAnkle.show()>> -->
<<pickup '$playerFeet' 'Pink ankle strap heels'>>
<!-- <<= $playerFeet.show()>> -->
<<if $actedCorrectly is 1>><div class="bondPointsIncreaseDisplay actorBondPointsIncrease"><img class="bondHeartsIcon" src="images/extras/whiteHeart1.png"><img class="bondPointsUpArrow" src="images/extras/whiteUpArrow.png"></div><</if>>
He wanted photos. In her feverish need to oblige him, Eve quickly tried to find a position to take them, stumbling around in her heels like a deer on ice. She still found it so hard to walk in them - this was only the second time she'd really worn any, and before long she found it easier just to simply crawl on her hands and knees... a pose she soon realized would be perfect for the photo.<br/><br/>
She arched her back seductively, framing things just right to give D a good view of her pantie-clad ass. She was so eager to look good for him.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">Eve:</span> "I think I'm ready..."<br/><br/>
Her thumb shook uncontrollably as she tried contained her nerves long enough to press send on the photo. She couldn't help but bite down on the tip of her finger in anticipation as she watched it's status change from 'delivered' to 'read'. D was already writing something back. It felt like forever to watch those three animated dots on the screen, and the message that finally came back was only a short, but thrilling sentence.<br/><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Mmm, you were made to be a hot little slut, weren't you?</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageSent">
<div class="textMessageName">Eve</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Yes, D. x</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">And you're all mine?</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageSent">
<div class="textMessageName">Eve</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">I am. x</div>
</div><br/>
Mindlessly, Eve reached down to touch herself over the material of her outfit. She hung on D's every word.<br/><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Good girl.</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">That sissy ass looks a little red. Did you spank yourself?</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageSent">
<div class="textMessageName">Eve</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Yes, I did. Sorry D, I couldn't resist... x</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">It deserves a few more.</div>
</div><br/>
Eve agreed, giving herself a smack there a few more times; either she was getting used to the feeling, or maybe the white panties were cushioning it, but either way it was nothing as sharp as her first spank. She found herself sending him another photo. D hadn't even asked for it, but she just couldn't help herself. She wanted to turn him on.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[(Portray introspective doubt, followed by hinting at a propensity for behaving indecently)|SSYNate1a][$nateConvoState =5; $actedCorrectly = 0]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[(Portray introspective doubt, followed by hinting at a propensity for behaving carelessly)|SSYNate1a][$nateConvoState =5; $actedCorrectly = 0]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[(Portray introspective doubt, followed by hinting at a propensity for behaving sluttily)|SSYNate1a][$nateConvoState =5; $actedCorrectly = 0]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[(Portray introspective doubt, followed by hinting at a propensity for behaving naughtily)|SSYNate1a][$SSYActorBondPoints +=1; $charmStat += 1; $nateConvoState =5; $actedCorrectly = 1; $actedCorrectlyThisSession += 1]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $nateConvoState is 5>>
<<if $actedCorrectly is 1>><div class="bondPointsIncreaseDisplay actorBondPointsIncrease"><img class="bondHeartsIcon" src="images/extras/whiteHeart1.png"><img class="bondPointsUpArrow" src="images/extras/whiteUpArrow.png"></div><</if>>
What was she doing - debasing herself for a total stranger like this? Maybe she would of taken pause to try answering these questions, had she not been so caught up in the inexplicable pleasure she got out of serving D.<br/><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">That sissy ass is looking pinker than your shoes.</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">You get off on the thought of being my little slut, don't you?</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageSent">
<div class="textMessageName">Eve</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Yes D. I want to serve you so bad. x</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">You got toys?</div>
</div><br/>
Eve didn't hesitate to keep the conversation heated, quickly sending D a photo of her suction cup dildo; a bright purple silicon cock she had bought especially for tonight. She wasn't sure how ready she was for this, but her horniness wasn't going to be held back by her doubts.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zNate1aDildo.jpg" alt="Picture of a purple suction cup dildo" class="storyImage">
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Very nice.</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Stick it to the wall.</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Somewhere easy to suck it.</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">lol x</div>
</div><br/>
If Eve had been sober in anyway in this moment, she may of have been more considerate to what she was doing, but instead abandoned any caution amidst indulging her thrills. To call her state of mind some kind of self-induced trance wouldn't be that far from the truth. Should she be doing this wasn't a question that mattered to her now.<br/><br/>
Eve had a large and mostly empty closet, where the surface of one of it's doors was almost entirely made of mirror. It was the only surface she had that the dildo would stick to, and after attaching it there it wobbled gently. Something about the jiggling toy felt like an invitation, and she couldn't resist it.<br/><br/>
In the reflection she saw a helpless girl caught in lust staring back; one both intimidated and enticed by the long purple prong mere centimetres from her lips. Opening her mouth to let just the tip inside, she turned slightly to take a photo, framing it to show D the obedient cocksucker she was willing to be, while hiding the rest of her face.<br/><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Dirty girl.</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">You're so hungry for cock, you let yourself get carried away, didn't you?</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">I didn't even tell you to start sucking.</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageSent">
<div class="textMessageName">Eve</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Sorry D. I'm just so horny talking to you. x</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">That's clear to see.</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">You're going to suck it more for me, aren't you?</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageSent">
<div class="textMessageName">Eve</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Yes. x</div>
</div><br/>
Eve sent another photo, showing off just how much of the dildo she could fit down her throat. Immediately after taking the photo she began gagging and coughing; too inexperienced to handle just how eager she was.<br/><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Mmm... bet you wish that was my cock.</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageSent">
<div class="textMessageName">Eve</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Yes D! So so much. x</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">How does it feel be to be dressed like that, down on your knees in front of one as big as that?</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageSent">
<div class="textMessageName">Eve</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">It feels right. x</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Right? Doesn't it feel good? Or do you feel like a bad girl?</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">You always hide your face. Is that from shame, or are you just shy?</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageSent">
<div class="textMessageName">Eve</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">I don't know. I don't know why I do any of this. x</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageSent">
<div class="textMessageName">Eve</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">I don't even know what I truly am, I just know I want to serve. x</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageSent">
<div class="textMessageName">Eve</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">All I know for sure is I don't want people to know this about me. x</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Lol. That's understandable.</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">So you'd be too shy for a video call with me to train you to suck that cock properly?</div>
</div><br/>
Eve's hand rubbed the outside of her panties at the mere thought. Being made to suck a cock was something she had dreamed about countlessly. There was no doubt she wanted to do this, but how could she do such a thing and keep her secret?<br/><br/>
She moved her phone to the side of her, and after some fidgeting she found the ideal spot to film herself from. The camera pointed from the floor, just upwards enough to see where her mouth met the dildo, while leaving the rest of her face out of it.<br/><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageSent">
<div class="textMessageName">Eve</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">I can do that. x</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageSent">
<div class="textMessageName">Eve</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Most of my face won't be visible, just my lips. Is that OK? x</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Good.</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">For tonight, that will be fine...</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">But one day, I will want all of you.</div>
</div><br/>
<div class="textMessageDisplay textMessageRecieved">
<div class="textMessageName">D</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">I'll give you a call in a minute.</div>
</div><br/>
Eve moved into position; compromising her posture between maintaining her privacy, and making her look as fuckable as possible. It wasn't easy, but out of the corner of her eyes she could see a glimpse of herself in the camera screen. At the best of times she was self-depreciating, but for once, even she thought she looked pretty hot.<br/><br/>
D's video call request came through, which she accepted with such lightning speed that the ringtone could barely start playing. A heavy, deep voice greeted her, one that sounded like it was processed through a voice changing tool.<br/><br/>
<span class="textMessageVoice">D: </span>"<span class="modulatedMessageVoice">Eve? Mmm, you look good in that position. Are you're ready to submit to me?</span>"<br/><br/>
In her eagerness to appear obedient to D, Eve had already taken the dildo back into her throat. She gasped for air as she pulled her mouth off of it to reply, all while doing her best to make her own voice sound as feminine as possible.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">Eve:</span> "Hi D. Yes, I'm ready!"<br/><br/>
<span class="textMessageVoice">D: </span>"<span class="modulatedMessageVoice">Wow, even your voice is pretty girly. Sounds like my eager sissy is ready to learn how to please a cock. Place those lips at the tip.</span>"<br/><br/>
Eve didn't hesitate as she shuffled close to suck it again. She perched her lips around the sculpted head of the silicon penis, and pushed her face further into it.<br/><br/>
<span class="textMessageVoice">D: </span>"<span class="modulatedMessageVoice">That's good. Keep going. Get that cock deep down your throat where it belongs, sissy. Treat it like a real one, don't let your teeth get in the way. Understand?</span>"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">Eve:</span> "Mmphf!"<br/><br/>
It was about the best response any keen cock-sucker could make when they already deep down on a dick.<br/><br/>
<span class="textMessageVoice">D: </span>"<span class="modulatedMessageVoice">I couldn't hear you. Make that noise again twice if you're enjoying yourself.</span>"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">Eve:</span> "Mmphf, mmphf!"<br/><br/>
<span class="textMessageVoice">D: </span>"<span class="modulatedMessageVoice">Ha ha! Oh wow... you're really dying to please.</span>"<br/><br/>
Eve was now so absorbed into repeatedly shoving the dildo down her that she was forgetting to breath properly. She once again gasped for air, using the opportunity to clearly answer D.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">Eve:</span> "Huff... huff... ye... YES!"<br/><br/>
<span class="textMessageVoice">D: </span>"<span class="modulatedMessageVoice">Did I tell you to stop, sissy? Come on, show that cock just how much of a slut you can be.</span>"<br/><br/>
This was still one of the first times Eve had practiced sucking, and she didn't really know what she was doing. She just went with the first idea that came to mind, and spat on the dildo. A sloppy blowjob - maybe that was something D wanted to see?<br/><br/>
<span class="textMessageVoice">D: </span>"<span class="modulatedMessageVoice">Oh yeah, that's it! That's my good girl. It turns you on to follow my command, doesn't it?</span>"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">Eve:</span> "Mmphf Mmphf!"<br/><br/>
<span class="textMessageVoice">D: </span>"<span class="modulatedMessageVoice">Ha, I love it! I bet you close your eyes as you gag on all that dick for me. Open them for me, and keep them open. Take a look at the sissy I'm turning you into, right now.</span>"<br/><br/>
Eve had focused so hard on her own performance, she actually hadn't seen herself sucking the dildo. In the mirror was a total slut staring back at her, one with a cock stuffed in her mouth and a naïve, confused expression in their watering eyes.<br/><br/>
<span class="textMessageVoice">D: </span>"<span class="modulatedMessageVoice">Think you can get used to that view? That's who you really are, isn't it? Spank yourself on your ass if you agree?</span>"<br/><br/>
A sharp slap hit her behind. The reaction was so automatic she didn't even think about it.<br/><br/>
<span class="textMessageVoice">D: </span>"<span class="modulatedMessageVoice">Ooh, that looked hard. You must <em>REALLY</em> agree! How can you love this so much, yet need to keep it a secret? Would it be so wrong about letting people know you're such a sissy? Worried that if any men in your life knew they'd take advantage of you?</span>"<br/><br/>
All she could do was make her 'Mmphf' sounds again, though this time it was higher pitched; an almost desperate sound.<br/><br/>
<span class="textMessageVoice">D: </span>"<span class="modulatedMessageVoice">As if you wouldn't love that. Keep sucking.</span>"<br/><br/>
Whether or not that really was true, Eve couldn't argue against it with her mouth stuffed as it was. D's words were getting to her though - she hadn't touched her bulge in front of him up until this point, but she could not longer resist.<br/><br/>
<span class="textMessageVoice">D: </span>"<span class="modulatedMessageVoice">Hey! I didn't say you could touch yourself, sissy. If you wanted that you need my permission first!</span>"<br/><br/>
The sudden authoritative anger in D's voice startled Eve. She twisted on the spot in fright, causing the heel of her show to accidentally catch her phone and knocking it out of position.<br/><br/>
<span class="textMessageVoice">D: </span>"<span class="modulatedMessageVoice">What's going on? Eve? I can't see you. Don't go thinking you can be disobedient now, girl!</span>"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">Eve:</span> "S-sorry D, I pushed the phone out of position by accident!"<br/><br/>
<span class="textMessageVoice">D: </span>"<span class="modulatedMessageVoice">Fix it quick... if you still want to be my good girl.</span>"<br/><br/>
A self-induced panic rose in Eve. She didn't want to let down D, but every moment the camera was out of place she felt like she was. In her overreactive state, she fumbled quickly to get things right again, but only made things worse.<br/><br/>
After hurriedly reached for the phone, she felt the elastic of one of her garter straps snap as it became detached from her stockings, and at the same time a bra strap fell from her shoulder. With one hand she tried to position the camera, while the other attempted to fix her outfit. It was a foolish mistake, as her lack of focus primed the camera directly to focus on her face.<br/><br/>
<span class="textMessageVoice">D: </span>"<span class="modulatedMessageVoice">E-Ethan!?</span>"<br/><br/>
In an instant, Ethan's whole heart shot up into his mouth.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">Ethan:</span> "Uh... wha- n-no..."<br/><br/>
His deeply covered identity after years of carefully hiding... was out. The feeling in the pit of his stomach was almost unbearable.<br/><br/>
<span class="textMessageVoice">D: </span>"<span class="modulatedMessageVoice">Wow... Ethan? Oh fuck, Ethan that really is you!</span>"<br/><br/>
He was completely exposed... but to who?<br/><br/>
[[Continue|SSYNate1a][$nateConvoState = 6]]<br/>
<<elseif $nateConvoState is 6>>
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<<dropall '$playerTop'>>
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<<dropall '$playerAnkle'>>
<<dropall '$playerFeet'>>
<<dropall '$playerAcc1'>>
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<<if $tempHeldHeadItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
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<<if $tempHeldHairItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
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<<if $tempHeldBraItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
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<<pickup '$playerAnkle' $tempHeldAnkleItem>>
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<<if $tempHeldFeetItem is 'unknown'>><<else>>
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<<pickup '$playerAcc3' $tempHeldAcc3Item>>
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<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Aaaand SCENE!"<br/><br/>
You suddenly found yourself back in the drama room, in the middle of struggling to catch your breath. You had done it, you had really lost yourself in the act!<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Beautiful performance everyone, that was magnificent!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Everyone? But it's just you and me here?"<br/><br/>
In puzzlement you looked around the mostly empty room, only littered with Nate's homemade props. An eight inch pillar made out of card was particulary soggy, and almost certainly wouldn't survive to see another performance.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Ah, apologies! Force of habit. Our productions usually involve more people, you may see some of them next time. So, did you feel it? The rush that is <em>REAL</em> acting!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Yeah, I think I actually did!"<br/><br/>
<<if $actedCorrectlyThisSession is 3>>
<<set $playerNate1aResult to 'perfect'>>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Think? You are far too modest! You followed one's script to the letter, my dear! You truly have a gift for this! One could see at a mere glance the depth with which you immersed yourself in the role."<br/><br/>
<div class="actingSessionResultDisplay actingSessionPerfect">You performed the role perfectly!</div>
<<elseif $actedCorrectlyThisSession gt 0>>
<<set $playerNate1aResult to 'decent'>>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Well one can say your performance was most splendid - even if you did take a little liberty with one's script! One could see at a mere glance the depth with which you immersed yourself in the role."<br/><br/>
<div class="actingSessionResultDisplay actingSessionGood">You performed the role quite well.</div>
<<else>>
<<set $playerNate1aResult to 'poor'>>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"You certainly appeared immersed in the role, perhaps so much so it seemed you felt at ease to take so many liberties with the script. No matter at all, the results were still terrific!"<br/><br/>
<div class="actingSessionResultDisplay actingSessionPoor">You didn't do a good job following the script.</div>
<</if>>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Enough of my intrepretations though, how did you find it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It was... an interesting experience."<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Interesting? Oh you're too kind. While your performance was a marvel, the script was amateurish at best. Does your mouth not water just thinking of what we can achieve with the right material? One promises you this: one's future plays will suit you far more aptly!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Well now that you mention it, I was going to say... it doesn't seem like something people would find worthy to watch, was it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Oh, an awareness of which one knows all too well. But despair not, for our work is not about 'them' - it truly is for you! With all the time available to us in this wretched domain we have all we need to explore that which gets to the root of what makes us!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "So that story... you felt that was right for me?"<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"T'was based on what has been gleamed of you so far. One does sincerely apologize if it was off the mark. You have to admit though, your vocal tones have developed quite well already."<br/><br/>
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'femmeSissy'>>
<div class="choice">[[Hint the story didn't suit the type of girl you are.|SSYNate1a][$domStat += 1; $nateConvoState =7; $playerThoughtsOnNate1Scene = 'didNotSuitHer']]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[[Hint that the story suited you well...|SSYNate1a][$subStat += 1; $nateConvoState =7; $playerThoughtsOnNate1Scene = 'suitedHerWell']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Hint that you enjoyed indulging it...|SSYNate1a][$pervStat += 1; $nateConvoState =7; $playerThoughtsOnNate1Scene = 'EnjoyedIt']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $nateConvoState is 7>>
<<if $playerThoughtsOnNate1Scene is 'didNotSuitHer'>>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Please, feel no fear to give honest feedback. All one wishes to reach is the truest authenticity! Today was just a starting point. One can assure you, as one learns of you more precisely, the scenes will suit you far better."<br/><br/>
Nate's admission felt good to hear. You could understand why his script turned out how it did based on what he may of learned of you so far, but the fact he was willing to learn and change with you was exactly what you needed.<br/><br/>
<<set $playerPrideUrges += 1>>
<<showPrideUrgeBox>>
<<else>>
A bashful smile couldn't help but reveal itself on your face as you rubbed the tip of your foot timidly into the floor.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It was a very... risqué story."<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"A mere attempt at reaching authenticity. This will be but a mere starting point."<br/><br/>
<<set $playerExtUrges += 1>>
<<showShameUrgeBox>>
<</if>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Are all your stories like that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Heaven's no! It is character one feels need to discover; nothing more, nothing less. No... my plays will not be gratuitous for gratuitous sake, at least one hopes not. But dare one says for you, my dear, most likely will appear so. One writes the scripts one believes explores the bounds the actor needs to explore. There is one pleasure and one pleasure alone one yearns for, and that is from the very <em>act</em> of acting itself."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Um... so, what happened next? Ethan was discovered but then what?"<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"A mystery to us all, supposedly! You felt the fear inside Ethan, did you not? As someone who only recently changed the course of their life, perhaps you are best suited to answer that question. Why did Ethan feel the need to keep such a secret? Will he reflect on his actions, embrace them... shun them? Complicated desires are the most fascinating, don't you think?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "But, D knew him personally... how can Ethan control his secret now? D could make them do anything!"<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Quite the assumption of D's motivation, no? Who truly got the most of this fateful encounter? It's not necessarily the one in the position of power who comes away with the most satisfaction. You have a lot to learn from human nature, but one can see that spark of talent within you has already grown into a small, fierce flame."<br/><br/>
He wasn't wrong. Acting - 'proper acting' - had come to you quite easily it seemed. The idea of doing more of it wasn't so bad.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Today materialized to be some sort of success, wouldn't you agree? You appear equipped with the fundamental tools one needs to act. That leaves you ready to perform with almost anyone. What say you to being properly inducted into our merry group?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Thanks Nate... I'd like that."<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Brilliant! Then let us look forward to the entirely new discoveries to be made with your unique self among us! Enough talk, as the idiom goes - let us shut up and act!"<br/><br/>
<span class="bondHeader bondHeaderNate">BOND MADE WITH NATE</span>
<span class="bond nateBond">
You've properly enrolled in Nate's drama group. With his expert theatrical direction and bespoke scripts, the bounds of your soul can be explored in a state of total immersion.
<span class="bondPerkHeader">Bond Perk:</span> <span class="bondPerk">Effeminate Voice</span>
</span>
<<set $effeminateVoiceSkillUnlocked to 1>>
<<set $nateBondLevel to 1>>
<<set $SSYNateState to 2>>
<<set $experiencedDramaEventToday to 1>>
<span class="nate">Nate: </span>"Work on a new script needs to begin right away! You're more than welcome to practice the art here whenever you wish, but don't forget, for any session that focuses on <em>yourself</em>, you'll need to contribute to the cheese plate. One can only do so much for free, my dear!"<br/><br/>
With that, he bowed deeply before sitting at his writing desk.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|SSYmessRoom][$ap -=2]]<br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong Nate1 _ actorStoryState if loop.
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<img src="images/locations/crewBlock.jpg" alt="Image of the hallway stairs in the crew block building" class="storyImage">
<<if $dionBondLevel gte 1 and $taskMaidToOrderState is 0>>
<<introduceTaskMaidToOrder>>
<<else>>
This block is essentially the base of operations for Keaton's crew. The complete lack of officer presence makes it feel more comforting than the rest of Grenton.<br/><br/>
Your room is on the top floor, but there are plenty of other areas inside too. All kinds of activities could be going on.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $ap gt 0 and $ateAtIggysToday is 0 and $iggysBistroBonusUnlocked is 1>>
<<if Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Monday'>>
An appetizing scent hangs in the lobby today - it reminds you there's a special meal awaiting you today, if you fancy it.<br/><br/>
<div class="centerLinks">
[[Go to Iggy's Bistro|SSYIggyBistro]]<br/><br/>
</div>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<div class="centerLinks">
<<if $hallOfFavorsUnlocked is 1 and $taskMakingUpState is 0>>
[[Go to Hall of Favors|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 1]]<br/>
<<elseif $hallOfFavorsUnlocked is 1 and $taskMakingUpState is 3>>
<<elseif $hallOfFavorsUnlocked is 1 and $taskMakingUpState is 5>>
[[Go to Hall of Favors and confront Freddie|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 6]]<br/>
<<elseif $hallOfFavorsUnlocked is 1 and $taskMakingUpState is 12>>
<<elseif $hallOfFavorsUnlocked is 1 and $taskMakingUpState is 13>>
[[Go to Hall of Favors and meet Freddie|taskMakingUp]]<br/>
<<elseif $hallOfFavorsUnlocked is 1>>
[[Go to Hall of Favors|SSYHallOfFavors]]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $SSYDramaRoomUnlocked is 1>>[[Go to drama room|SSYDramaRoom]]<br/><</if>>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
</div>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
In the mirror, you see the physical results of the changing circumstance of your life.<br/><br/>
A plain looking crossdresser is looking back at you.<br/>
<<if $effeminateVoiceSkillUnlocked is 1>>You voice's pitch is more effeminate. You are obviously making an effort to have a woman's voice.<br/><<else>>The tone of your voice is a man's. It's no different than before you started this journey.<br/><</if>>
<<if $smoothBody is 1>>Your skin is smooth, with most of your general body hair shaved down. <<if $smoothDaysLeft is 0>>By tomorrow, your body hair will have grown back in<<else>>It looks like this will last <<if $smoothDaysLeft is 1>>$smoothDaysLeft more day<<else>>$smoothDaysLeft more days<</if>><</if>>.<br/><<else>>Your body hair is grown, you look quite hairy.<br/><</if>>
<br/>
<div class="centerLinks">
[[Finish|SSYRoom]]
</div>
<</nobr>><span class="saveWarning">
<img src="images/extras/warningIcon.png" alt="Warning Icon" class="warningIcon">
<span class="saveWarningTitle">WARNING!</span>
<span class="saveWarningDescription textAlignCenter">This is a placeholder to remind you this part of the game you've been playing is still in development.</span>
<span class="saveWarningDescription">Please make sure to keep your save file from when Keaton gives you a new objective as mentioned earlier. Do not save here!</span>
<span class="saveWarningDescription">At the moment, each update is adding story and gameplay for you to develop your character ready for the next event. When enough of that gameplay and story is in place, an update that allows you to meet Javier will be added.</span>
<span class="saveWarningDescription">Thank you for playing, and thank you everyone who has supported the game.</span>
</span>If you're enjoying this game so far and would like to help support it, there are many ways you can help:
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Thank you for playing!
- Midno
[[I understand that from here onwards is unfinished and probably broken, but let me carry on anyway!|SSYsleep]]<<nobr>>
<<if $ssy1OfficeObservationState is 0>>
Dean checked to see if the officer's room was empty first. If anyone was here and saw you again it wouldn't be good.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"All clear - go, go, go!"<br/><br/>
With little room for hesitation, you ran over to the server room that doubled as Javier's office. The door was way too secure to get past, but you were still determined to observe anything that might help you.<br/><br/>
[[Observe the intercom.|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 1; $ssy1IntercomObserved = 1]]<br/>
[[There's a subtle buzzing sound - where is that coming from?|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 2; $ssy1CameraObserved = 1]]<br/>
[[What are those posters?|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 3; ; $ssy1PostersObserved = 1]]<br/>
[[Try to get a good look at Javier's desk.|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 4; ; $ssy1BookObserved = 1]]<br/>
<<elseif $ssy1OfficeObservationState is 1>>
There's no visible handle to the outside of the door, and it looks like Javier's desk chair is positioned where he won't see you from here. The intercom might be your only way of getting his attention.<br/><br/>
<<if $effeminateVoiceSkillUnlocked is 1>>
<<if $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'selfObjectification'>>
<span class="innerIdentity feminineReason selfObjectification"><span class="innerThoughtLabel feminineReasonLabel">[Self-Objectification]: </span>Your new voice is going to make a perfect first impression! Lay on the enthusiasm thick and he'll be unable to resist letting you in...</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerComplexFeminineReason is 'naturalBornFemme'>>
<span class="innerIdentity feminineReason naturalBornFemme"><span class="innerThoughtLabel feminineReasonLabel">[Natural Born Femme]: </span>Your new voice will sound lovely over the intercom. You'll undoubtfully sound like a woman to his ears.</span><br/><br/>
<</if>>
You felt proud of your new vocal tone. Putting in the effort really paid off because it prepared you for anything. Not sounding like a dude when you first spoke to Javier was one less thing you had to worry about.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<<if $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'inferiorityComplex'>>
<span class="innerIdentity shame shameSource1 inferiority"><span class="innerThoughtLabel shameSource1Label">[Inferiority]: </span>You don't sound anything like a girl. These men what their sissies to be girly, and you can't even do a good job of that. Give this up.</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'internalizedSocialStigma'>>
<span class="innerIdentity shame shameSource1 internalizedSocialStigma"><span class="innerThoughtLabel shameSource1Label">[Social Stigma]: </span>You don't sound anything like a girl. First impressions are everything, and your voice is going to be anything but enticing. Give this up.</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'slutShame'>>
<span class="innerIdentity shame shameSource1 slutShame"><span class="innerThoughtLabel shameSource1Label">[Slut Shame]: </span>Desperate to be a girly slut, yet you sound nothing like one. The more you try, the more embarassing it will be. Give this up.</span><br/><br/>
<</if>>
Those feelings of resistance were rising within you again. You tried to mostly ignore them as the unhelpful discouragement it was; that inner shame trying to hold you back from your real self once again. This time however, there was just enough truth in the words to sting you.<br/><br/>
It was difficult not to feel insecure about your voice. Over the intercom you were sure to come across as male sounding, or at best like one badly mimicking a woman. A more feminine voice wouldn't only help to entice Javier, it would make you more comfortable in yourself.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $ssy1IntercomObserved is 1 and $ssy1CameraObserved is 1 and $ssy1PostersObserved is 1 and $ssy1BookObserved is 1>>
[[That's everything, I think. Time to go.|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 5]]
<<else>>
<<if $ssy1IntercomObserved is 1>><<else>>[[Observe the intercom.|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 1; $ssy1IntercomObserved = 1]]<br/><</if>>
<<if $ssy1CameraObserved is 1>><<else>>[[There's a subtle buzzing sound - where is that coming from?|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 2; $ssy1CameraObserved = 1]]<br/><</if>>
<<if $ssy1PostersObserved is 1>><<else>>[[What are those posters?|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 3; ; $ssy1PostersObserved = 1]]<br/><</if>>
<<if $ssy1BookObserved is 1>><<else>>[[Try to get a good look at Javier's desk.|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 4; ; $ssy1BookObserved = 1]]<br/><</if>>
<</if>>
<<elseif $ssy1OfficeObservationState is 2>>
The softest buzzing noise was coming from above you, but when you cranked your head back to look up, you were perplexed to not see anything. Slowly turning your ear to try and pick up on the sound's exact location, you rotated to see a security camera, somewhat obscured by a beam in the ceiling and a blue stripe that almost camouflaged it into the wall.<br/><br/>
The monitor was positioned to directly view the glass wall of Javier's office.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">No. You're definitely not doing this! No. Fucking. Way. That will record <em>everything</em>. Whoever has access to the video capture could do anything with it. Show you off to the whole world. This is over. You can deny your limits, but <em>that</em> is one you are not getting over.</span><br/><br/>
You felt sick at the sight of it, because the nagging voice inside you was right. Even the most eager sissies would draw the line at that kind of exposure. You could try to proceed but the mere presence of the camera would constantly be on your mind.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">You can deny your limits, but <em>that</em> is one you are not getting over.</span><br/><br/>
As nauseous as you felt, when you calmed down you realized this wasn't over yet. If you could get rid of it somehow you wouldn't need to be filmed at all.<br/><br/>
<<if $ssy1IntercomObserved is 1 and $ssy1CameraObserved is 1 and $ssy1PostersObserved is 1 and $ssy1BookObserved is 1>>
[[That's everything, I think. Time to go.|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 5]]
<<else>>
<<if $ssy1IntercomObserved is 1>><<else>>[[Observe the intercom|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 1; $ssy1IntercomObserved = 1]]<br/><</if>>
<<if $ssy1CameraObserved is 1>><<else>>[[There's a subtle buzzing sound - where is that coming from?|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 2; $ssy1CameraObserved = 1]]<br/><</if>>
<<if $ssy1PostersObserved is 1>><<else>>[[What are those posters?|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 3; ; $ssy1PostersObserved = 1]]<br/><</if>>
<<if $ssy1BookObserved is 1>><<else>>[[Try to get a good look at Javier's desk|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 4; ; $ssy1BookObserved = 1]]<br/><</if>>
<</if>>
<<elseif $ssy1OfficeObservationState is 3>>
The wall near the desk has some posters taped to it, each of them featuring an attractive woman. Most workplaces wouldn't let you get away with that these days, but of course Grenton isn't most workplaces. Stengly, they're not the typical type of pictures men tend to hang up of pin-up girls in swimsuits or lingerie - all of these women are full outfitted.<br/><br/>
You inspected the posters as best you could from this distance. Maybe you could observe something about the types of girl Javier likes?<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zSissy1_poster1.jpg" alt="Image of hot woman, wearing black PVC top, bare shoulded, dark hair and pouting with vibrantly pink lipstick." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<img src="images/scenes/zSissy1_poster2.jpg" alt="Image of another hot woman, wearing sequin mini bodycon dress, long, wavey brown hair, long nails, bright bubble gum pink lipstick, smooth thighs." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<img src="images/scenes/zSissy1_poster3.jpg" alt="Image of third hot woman, chocolate brown hair down past the shoulders, long bright red nails, magenta color lips, fancy champagne colored dress, sheer tights as she poses to show off her legs." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<<if $ssy1IntercomObserved is 1 and $ssy1CameraObserved is 1 and $ssy1PostersObserved is 1 and $ssy1BookObserved is 1>>
[[That's everything, I think. Time to go.|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 5]]
<<else>>
<<if $ssy1IntercomObserved is 1>><<else>>[[Observe the intercom.|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 1; $ssy1IntercomObserved = 1]]<br/><</if>>
<<if $ssy1CameraObserved is 1>><<else>>[[There's a subtle buzzing sound - where is that coming from?|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 2; $ssy1CameraObserved = 1]]<br/><</if>>
<<if $ssy1PostersObserved is 1>><<else>>[[What are those posters?|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 3; ; $ssy1PostersObserved = 1]]<br/><</if>>
<<if $ssy1BookObserved is 1>><<else>>[[Try to get a good look at Javier's desk.|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 4; ; $ssy1BookObserved = 1]]<br/><</if>>
<</if>>
<<elseif $ssy1OfficeObservationState is 4>>
It looks like Javier keeps a pretty neat desk. With the exception of one chunky looking novel, there's nothing out of the ordinary. You squinted your eyes to make out the words on it's spine.<br/><br/>
"A Kings True Calling: A tale from 'The Reins of the Golden Bramble' series" by Amy Ashcroft. Considering that you've never heard of it before, it's probably not a bestseller, but the bookmark wedged near it's last pages suggests Javier has enjoyed it enough.<br/><br/>
If you could learn more about it somehow, perhaps you could gleam more insight into him.<br/><br/>
<<if $ssy1IntercomObserved is 1 and $ssy1CameraObserved is 1 and $ssy1PostersObserved is 1 and $ssy1BookObserved is 1>>
[[That's everything, I think. Time to go.|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 5]]
<<else>>
<<if $ssy1IntercomObserved is 1>><<else>>[[Observe the intercom.|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 1; $ssy1IntercomObserved = 1]]<br/><</if>>
<<if $ssy1CameraObserved is 1>><<else>>[[There's a subtle buzzing sound - where is that coming from?|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 2; $ssy1CameraObserved = 1]]<br/><</if>>
<<if $ssy1PostersObserved is 1>><<else>>[[What are those posters?|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 3; ; $ssy1PostersObserved = 1]]<br/><</if>>
<<if $ssy1BookObserved is 1>><<else>>[[Try to get a good look at Javier's desk.|ssy1OfficeObservation][$ssy1OfficeObservationState = 4; ; $ssy1BookObserved = 1]]<br/><</if>>
<</if>>
<<elseif $ssy1OfficeObservationState is 5>>
<<set $ssy1JavierOfficerObserved to 1>>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"You done? Got everything you need?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Yeah. Come on, let's get out of here!"<br/><br/>
Thanks to Dean's help and a little luck, you had managed to gain clues about the kind of guy Javier was. As you walked back together, you considered how to use what you had learned. One particular thing that stood out to you was the posters.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"In the server room back there, there were these posters of hot women taped to the wall, but in all them the girl was fully dressed. No bra and panties shots, no swimsuit photos - nothing like that. Isn't that a bit odd?"<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Nah, nothing too weird! Some guys prefer that kind of thing."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Sure, but they don't typically post it on their work wall. When guys do that kind of thing, it's usually softcore porn at least."<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"True - guess he must <em>really</em> like a girl in a outfit. I kind of get it - sometimes if a girl strips down too fast it's like somebody else unwrapped your birthday present."<br/><br/>
As someone with a deep connection with clothes, you understood that all too well - it's just rare to find men who care about that as much.<br/><br/>
You made a mental checklist of what you needed to do. There were probably plenty of things you could do to be attractive for Javier, but he seemed to really like a well-dressed girl. A new outfit would be a must. <<if $effeminateVoiceSkillUnlocked is 1>>Luckily you had already developed an attractivly feminine voice to grab his attenion over the intercom.<<else>>Having a more feminine voice to catch his attention over the intercom was essential too.<</if>><br/><br/>
then there was the problem of the security camera. While it wouldn't affect Javier, you'd find it's presence too intimidating to ignore. You knew there was no chance of success with that present.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"I'm not sure I can go through with this, Dean. There was a camera pointed at that room that will see <em>everything</em>."<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Pfft, no biggie - who even gives a fuck in here? The officers barely have time to even glance at the monitors, and the video will be wiped by the next day. Worst case scenario, an officer catches you in the act and you get a slap on the wrist. That's solitary for a day, if even that!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"I just can't risk someone getting a recording of me like that. It's like this mental hurdle I just can't get past. I know what I'm like - that's exactly the kind of thing that could make me freakout again."<br/><br/>
He could see how much the thought of it distressed you, so he thought hard on how to deal with it.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Hmm... obviously somebody could smash it up, but protection of Grenton property is one of the few things taken seriously around here. That could cause some serious trouble."<br/><br/>
It seemed pretty clear that wasn't an option. Just when you were both about to give up, inspiration stuck Dean when the pair of you reached the workshop entrance.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Ay, think I just came up with something! There's some guy round here who's fucking insane at metalworking - he's so good that Keaton set him up with his own spot in the workshop. People call it 'The Foundry'. Only crew members are allowed in though so I've never seen it, but you'll be able to visit him. Maybe see what he can do for you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Sounds like it's worth a shot. Hey, thanks for everything today - I really appreciate it."<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"All good, bud. I felt shitty for not being too supportive last week, but I hope this proves I got your back!"<br/><br/>
<<set $javiersBookConvoState to 0>>
<<set $foundryUnlocked to 1>>
[[Say goodbye and leave|SSYmessRoom][$ap -= 1]]<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong: ssy1OfficeObservation - ssy1OfficeObservationState $ssy1OfficeObservationState
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $javiersBookConvoState is 0>>
Among the heaps of books inside Grenton's library, there was no chance you'd find the one Javier was reading without the help of the library officer. Your experience of them so far suggested they were the stuck-up, snobbish type, but when you requested his help he actually responded quite enthusiastically.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Finally, a new avid reader among us! I'm sick of fetching these bores the latest self-help 'literature'. So, what's the name of this book you're after?"<br/><br/>
His fingers hovered above the most ancient looking computer keyboard you had ever seen. While he looked at you eagerly, you found yourself hesitating at the question, the book title just wouldn't come to mind. Just what was it again?<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Uh, I can search by author name instead, if that helps?"<br/><br/>
Author name... that seemed easier to recall. You felt it on the tip of your tongue...<br/><br/>
<<if $javiersBookAskedAmleyAshcraft is 1>><<else>>[[Amley Ashcraft.|ssy1javiersBookConvo][$javiersBookConvoState = 1; $javiersBookAskedAmleyAshcraft = 1; $idiotStat += 1]]<br/><</if>>
[[Amy Ashcroft.|ssy1javiersBookConvo][$javiersBookConvoState = 2]]<br/>
<<if $javiersBookAskedSchmiffy is 1>><<else>>[[Schmiffy Schmiffshaft.|ssy1javiersBookConvo][$javiersBookConvoState = 3; $idiotStat += 1]]<br/><</if>>
<<elseif $javiersBookConvoState is 40>>
You revisted the library officer, this time hoping to get the right book.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Back already - how was the book?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Oh, uh, it was... great. I kinda fancy something else, could you help me find it?"<br/><br/>
You passed back to him the book you didn't need.<br/><br/>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Word Birds novel')>><<drop '$playerInventory' 'Word Birds novel'>><<else>><</if>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('A book by Schmiffy Schmiffshaft')>><<drop '$playerInventory' 'A book by Schmiffy Schmiffshaft'>><<else>><</if>>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Sure, got the author's name?"<br/><br/>
<<if $javiersBookAskedAmleyAshcraft is 1>><<else>>[[Amley Ashcraft.|ssy1javiersBookConvo][$javiersBookConvoState = 1; $javiersBookAskedAmleyAshcraft = 1; $idiotStat += 1]]<br/><</if>>
[[Amy Ashcroft.|ssy1javiersBookConvo][$javiersBookConvoState = 2]]<br/>
<<if $javiersBookAskedSchmiffy is 1>><<else>>[[Schmiffy Schmiffshaft.|ssy1javiersBookConvo][$javiersBookConvoState = 3; $idiotStat += 1]]<br/><</if>>
<<elseif $javiersBookConvoState is 1>>
He typed diligently into the antiquated desktop PC.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Am-ley Ash-craft. OK, seems they have just one book to their name, let me get that for you. Some despicable Grentonite vandalised the shelf labels so I'm the only one here who can find anything these days!"<br/><br/>
The librarian hobbled away, it appeared they had an issue with bearing weight on their ankle. You felt kind of bad; had you known you would of insisted they let you look for it. It was a good ten minutes before they returned.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Got it... *huff*... here you go."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Thank..."<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zSsy1BookWordBirds.jpg" alt="Image of the book cover for Words Birds, which might be a horror book." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"... you."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"You're welcome. Happy to *oof* ...help."<br/><br/>
As he sat back down to his desk chair in discomfort, you didn't have the heart to tell him this wasn't the right book. You had no clue was the hell 'Word Birds' was, but for now it was best to pretend it was what you wanted, and try again another day.<br/><br/>
<<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Word Birds novel'>>
<<set $libraryEventToday to 1>>
[[Leave|SSYmessRoom][$ap -= 1; $javiersBookConvoState = 40]]<br/><br/>
<<elseif $javiersBookConvoState is 2>>
He searched the name in his computer, a timeworn looking machine that seemed to struggle with processing even this basic task. After an awkwardly long wait, he informed you Amy Ashcroft had 108 books to her name.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Wow, she's quite prolific! Looks like we're going to need the title after all..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Hmm. Well, it was a book in a series. Does that narrow down your results?"<br/><br/>
The officer twisted the monitor round for you to get a view of all Amy Ashcroft's books. It seemed she had created two series, and curiously they had similar names.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Anything you recognize?"<br/><br/>
<<set $libraryEventToday to 1>>
[["The Reins of the Golden Bramble - it's from that series."|ssy1javiersBookConvo][$javiersBookConvoState = 21; $charmStat += 1]]<br/>
[["The Pains of the Golden Camel - it's from that series."|ssy1javiersBookConvo][$javiersBookConvoState = 22; $idiotStat += 1]]<br/>
<<elseif $javiersBookConvoState is 21>>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Alright, the Reins of the Golden Bramble... oh, it looks like there's actually only one book in this series so far. 'A Kings True Calling' - is that what you were after?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Yes! That was it!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Great, I'll go get collect it for you."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"That's OK, I can get it."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Please, I insist."<br/><br/>
He got up and stumbled away on an impaired looking ankle. Regardless of how painful it looked to walk on it, he was determined to get the book for you. Five minutes later, he came back with two of them.<br/><br/>
<<if $playerRentedSchmiffyBook is 1>>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Sorry for the delay, I picked something for myself too. To my infuriation, I haven't been able to get this out of my mind. I'm hoping I'll stop thinking about Schmabbly Smackleton or whoever they are once I read it..."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Sorry for the delay, I fancied picking something for myself. I've no clue what this is about, but sometimes you've got to take a chance on trying something entirely new."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
He held up the cover of a drab looking book.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zSsy1BookSchmiffy.jpg" alt="Image of a book about an old man's life by Schmiffy Schmiffshaft." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"And I got your one too, of course."<br/><br/>
You were handed a copy of 'A Kings True Calling'. Just from the general appearance of it, you could tell this was definetly it.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zSsy1BookGoldenBramble.jpg" alt="Image of the book cover for The King's true calling, which has a sword in the stone." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Thank you for this."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"My pleasure. Not the kind of read I'd enjoy, but hopefully you'll like it."<br/><br/>
<<pickup '$playerInventory' 'The Reins of The Golden Bramble book'>>
<<set $ssy1PlayerGotJaviersBook to 1>>
<<set $libraryEventToday to 1>>
[[Leave|SSYmessRoom][$ap -= 1]]<br/>
<<elseif $javiersBookConvoState is 22>>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Great! Oh, even though it looks like there's several books in that series, we've only got one of them here. The Case of the Bloody Bakewells: A tale from 'The Pains of the Golden Camel' series."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Oh. So it might not be the book I'm after?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"The blurb is detailed here, I can read it out for you to check. Ahem... twenty years after her husband died suddenly in a tragic lassoing incident, Dame Edwina was finally ready for love again, and travelled to Egypt in the hope of rekindling a long lost flame. Instead she only found Shabaka, a cranky old Camel suffering greatly from arthritis, and with an uncanny ability to spit in the face of any man telling a lie. Forever saddled with a deep sense of justice, Dame Edwina brought Shabaka back with her to London, where together they solve the most confounding crimes. Six months after figuring out the case of the twevle murdered chimney sweeps, the pair are faced with their greatest challenge yet: Baker Samwell Emery insists he wouldn't hurt a fly, yet the blood used as jam in his cherry bakewells begs to differ! With Shabaka's health issues leading to increasingly derranged behavior, the Scotland Yard's gratitude to him has run thin, but Dame Edwina insists he can still solve one more case... Is this the book, you think?"<br/><br/>
If it was, it probably wasn't useful to you. What exactly could you pick up about Javier from this, other than a questionable taste in murder mystery literature? The Library Officer clicked on their screen, and suddenly the cover was shown. It was entirely different looking to the one you had seen.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zSsy1BookGoldenCamel.jpg" alt="Image of the book cover with graphic design to look like a cheery bakewell, and a camel crossing the desert." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Um, I don't think that's it... could we try that other series you mentioned?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Sure - that was 'The Reins of the Golden Bramble'... oh, there's actually only just one book in this series so far, 'A Kings True Calling'. Does that sound right?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Yes! That was it!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Great, I'll go get collect it for you."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"That's alright, I can get it."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Please, I insist."<br/><br/>
He got up and stumbled away on an impaired looking ankle, but despite how painful it looked to walk upon he was determined to get the book for you. Five minutes later, he came back with two of them.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"I couldn't resist picking up a copy of 'The Case of the Bloody Bakewells' - sounds like the perfect weekend read! And here's yours."<br/><br/>
He handed you 'A Kings True Calling'. Just from the general appearance of it, you could tell this was definitely it.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zSsy1BookGoldenBramble.jpg" alt="Image of the book cover for The King's true calling, which has a sword in the stone." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Thank you for this."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"My pleasure. Doesn't sound like my kind of thing, but I hope you enjoy it."<br/><br/>
<<pickup '$playerInventory' 'The Reins of The Golden Bramble book'>>
<<set $playerAwareOfTheBloodyBakewellCamelBook to 1>>
<<set $ssy1PlayerGotJaviersBook to 1>>
<<set $libraryEventToday to 1>>
[[Leave|SSYmessRoom][$ap -= 1]]<br/>
<<elseif $javiersBookConvoState is 3>>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Excuse me!?"<br/><br/>
He looked disconcertedly at you, taken aback from the strange words that came from your mouth. After saying it out loud, your realized odd it sounded, but that was the name you remembered. The library officer tried again.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"I'm sorry, what was it?"<br/><br/>
[[Actually, I'm thinking this wasn't the name.|ssy1javiersBookConvo][$javiersBookConvoState = 31; $javiersBookAskedSchmiffy = 1]]<br/>
[["Schmiffy... Schmiffshaft"|ssy1javiersBookConvo][$javiersBookConvoState = 32; $javiersBookAskedSchmiffy = 1]]<br/>
<<elseif $javiersBookConvoState is 31>>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Yes, as far as names go that one did sound a little too peculiar."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"It was something similar though..."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Really? What could honestly sound anything like that!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"I think it's coming to me. Try searching for..."<br/><br/>
<<if $javiersBookAskedAmleyAshcraft is 1>><<else>>[[Amley Ashcraft.|ssy1javiersBookConvo][$javiersBookConvoState = 1; $javiersBookAskedAmleyAshcraft = 1; $idiotStat += 1]]<br/><</if>>
[[Amy Ashcroft.|ssy1javiersBookConvo][$javiersBookConvoState = 2]]<br/>
<<elseif $javiersBookConvoState is 32>>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Shiffy?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"SCH-miffy. Schmuh, schmuh."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Schmiffy Smoo... oh bother, I've lost it."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Schmibby Schmibbyshift!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"OK, Schmibby..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Sorry, I meant Schmiffy! Schmiffy Schmiffshaft!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Seriously, what is it!? Schmibbly Scrimsaft?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Itsch Schmiffy Schmiffshaft. Or at leastch, Schmiffy Schmiffshaft's what I'm tschrying to shcay!"<br/><br/>
It was such a tongue twisting name that the more frustrating the situation became, the harder it was to even speak correctly.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Oh for fucksch schake, just schpell it!!!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male2">Some Random Guy: </span>"SSH! Quiet down, will ya? This is a library!"<br/><br/>
After being shushed in his own library, the officer looked like he on the verge of exploding.<br/><br/>
[[Maybe this isn't the name after all.|ssy1javiersBookConvo][$javiersBookConvoState = 4; $javiersBookAskedSchmiffy = 1]]<br/>
[[S... C... H...|ssy1javiersBookConvo][$javiersBookConvoState = 5; $javiersBookAskedSchmiffy = 1]]<br/>
<<elseif $javiersBookConvoState is 4>>
The Library officer was lowkey annoyed at engaging in such a disturbing exchange, but was just about able to maintain a cool composure again.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"*Sigh* Sorry, but I don't think we're going to find it."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Wait, please! I think it's coming to me now..."<br/><br/>
He looked horrified that you weren't finished with him, mumbling something under his breath as you tried to recall the author's name again.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span><span class="grumbleText">"So help me if you say Schmabbly Schmibbleton one more time..."</span><br/><br/>
<<if $javiersBookAskedAmleyAshcraft is 1>><<else>>[[It was Amley Ashcraft.|ssy1javiersBookConvo][$javiersBookConvoState = 1; $javiersBookAskedAmleyAshcraft = 1; $idiotStat += 1]]<br/><</if>>
[[It was Amy Ashcroft.|ssy1javiersBookConvo][$javiersBookConvoState = 2]]<br/>
<<elseif $javiersBookConvoState is 5>>
He was furious that you were continuing to go down this line. His face turned a bloodshot red as he bit down on a clenched fist while typing the name in with the other. You felt nervous at what he might do if this wasn't right, but sure enough it actually was!<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Schmiffy... Schmiffshaft. I don't believe it... Schmiffy Schmiffshaft is real."<br/><br/>
Relieved at the fact he wasn't about to experience a nervous breakdown, the color of his face cooled to something relatively normal looking.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"Author of one book... Schmiffy Schmiffshaft. And of all the places, it's right here on this shelf next to me."<br/><br/>
He reached his arm out just a little and picked out the book.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"That's great, thank..."<br/><br/>
You looked down to see the book. It didn't take long to realize this definitely wasn't it.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zSsy1BookSchmiffy.jpg" alt="Image of a book about an old man's life by Schmiffy Schmiffshaft." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"... you."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Library Officer: </span>"What is it? Is there something wrong? Please, <em>please</em>, don't say there is..."<br/><br/>
The look on his face was so distraught you couldn't dare to mention this wasn't what you were after.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Nope, all good, ha! Can't... wait to read this thing."<br/><br/>
You feigned gratitude to the Library Officer who seemed like they needed to lie down after their dealings with you. No amount of courage would make you bother the library officer again right now. Maybe leave this, for today.<br/><br/>
<<pickup '$playerInventory' 'A book by Schmiffy Schmiffshaft'>>
<<set $libraryEventToday to 1>>
<<set $playerRentedSchmiffyBook to 1>>
[[Leave|SSYmessRoom][$ap -= 1; $javiersBookConvoState = 40]]<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong: javiersBookConvoState $javiersBookConvoState
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState is 0>>
You sat in a quiet spot to settle down with the weighty book. It's not the kind of thing you can read in one sitting.<br/><br/>
<<if $aKingsTrueCallingBlurbRead is 0 and $aKingsTrueCallingReadFromBeginning is 0>>
[[Start reading it from the beginning.|readAKingsTrueCalling][$aKingsTrueCallingReadFromBeginning = 1; $readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState = 1]]<br/>
[[Read the blurb first.|readAKingsTrueCalling][$readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState = 20]]<br/>
<<elseif $partiallyReadAKingsTrueCalling gt 0 and $aKingsTrueCallingReadFromBeginning is 0>>
[[Find another particulary interesting section to read.|readAKingsTrueCalling][$readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState = 21]]<br/>
<<elseif $aKingsTrueCallingBlurbRead is 1 and $aKingsTrueCallingReadFromBeginning is 0>>
[[Start reading it from the beginning.|readAKingsTrueCalling][$aKingsTrueCallingReadFromBeginning = 1; $readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState = 1]]<br/>
[[Find a particulary interesting section to read.|readAKingsTrueCalling][$readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState = 21]]<br/>
<<elseif $aKingsTrueCallingBlurbRead is 0 and $aKingsTrueCallingReadFromBeginning is 1>>
[[Continue reading from where you left off.|readAKingsTrueCalling][$readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState = 777]]<br/>
<<elseif $aKingsTrueCallingBlurbRead is 1 and $aKingsTrueCallingReadFromBeginning is 1>>
[[Continue reading from where you left off.|readAKingsTrueCalling][$readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState = 777]]<br/>
<<else>>
[[Find another particulary interesting section to read.|readAKingsTrueCalling][$readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState = 21]]<br/>
<</if>>
[[Don't use time on this, and leave.|SSYmessRoom]]<br/>
<<elseif $readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState is 1>>
You thought there was no better place to start than the beginning, but maybe that hunch was wrong. This part of the story is just setup, nothing stood out to you than any other fiction novel. It starts in the distance past, with a war over a powerful magic relic: The Reins of the Golden Bramble, that apparently gives it's wielder incredible power, though the book doesn't describe how so.<br/><br/>
After that, there's about 200 pages of just building stuff up; mostly the politics of medieval Royal families. The main character is a man called Valtarith who seems to shun his every duty in favor of drinking the local taverns dry.<br/><br/>
What clue could any of this give you about Javier other than he likes fantasy novels? That was already obvious. You at least found some of the dialogue intriguing in it's charm.<br/><br/>
After this slog, you needed a break. Hopefully the next section would be more insightful.<br/><br/>
[[Leave library|SSYmessRoom][$readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState = 0; $readAKingsTrueCallingBookmark = 1; $charmStat += 1; $ap -=1]]<br/>
<<elseif $readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState is 20>>
<<set $aKingsTrueCallingBlurbRead to 1>>
"A King's True Calling is the first book in a new series by the award-winning author Amy Ashcroft. It marks a dramatic shift in genre for Ashcroft, who leaves behind the charming amateur sleuthing of her 'The Pains of the Golden Camel' novels, to instead explore a fantasy world filled with complex characters and their endless hunger for power - whether it be within a throne room, or behind bedchamber doors.<br/><br/>
To grasp The Reins of the Golden Bramble is to hold dominion over the world itself, but history has shown that to keep grip on this barbed prize was never an easy task. For an age now, the godly relic has gone missing, shattered over a thousand years ago during the violent struggle of The War of the Final Thorns - it's fragments scattered to unknown reaches of the land.<br/><br/>
When untimely tragedy strikes the nation of Revicia, the kingdom's crown is laid upon the head of Valtarith Delewin, a duty most unexpected for the humble prince ordered thirteenth in the line of succession mere days prior.<br/><br/>
Hedonistic in his ale-fuelled days without responsibility, Valtarith discovers his own timid disposition in sobriety, and the weight of authority becomes almost too much to bear. Chance fate leads to his fortunes changing drastically, when a tangle of prickly gold comes into his possession.<br/><br/>
Emboldened by a newfound strength, he feels enabled to conjure himself a convincing figure as ruler of Revicia - one which soon attracts the fascination of many a suitor.<br/><br/>
This book is intended for mature audiences."<br/><br/>
It sounds like a fantasy book first and foremost, but there's some vague hints alluding to a little more than that. Perhaps it really would be worth reading some of it?<br/><br/>
[[Start reading it from the beginning.|readAKingsTrueCalling][$aKingsTrueCallingReadFromBeginning = 1; $readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState = 1]]<br/>
[[Find a particulary interesting section to read.|readAKingsTrueCalling][$readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState = 21]]<br/>
[[Don't use time on this, and leave.|SSYmessRoom][$readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState = 0]]<br/>
<<elseif $readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState is 21>>
You flicked through the chapters. A few sections of the book stood out as more relevant to you than others.<br/><br/>
<<if $readKingsTrueCallingMajorScene1 is 1>><<else>>
[[A scene where Valtarith meets a suitor that has been arranged for him.|readAKingsTrueCalling][$readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState = 22; $partiallyReadAKingsTrueCalling += 1]]<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $readKingsTrueCallingMajorScene2 is 1>><<else>>
[[A scene that seems to have a blowjob in it.|readAKingsTrueCalling][$readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState = 23; $partiallyReadAKingsTrueCalling += 1]]<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'sissy' or $keatonCrewBondRole is 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>><span class="visitorNotification femmeInstinct"> (Your instinct draws you to this one in particular)</span><</if>><br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $readKingsTrueCallingMajorScene3 is 1>><<else>>
[[A scene towards the end of the book - maybe not sexual, but it's seems it might be a little erotic.|readAKingsTrueCalling][$readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState = 24; $partiallyReadAKingsTrueCalling += 1]]<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'femmeSissy'>><span class="visitorNotification femmeInstinct"> (Your instinct draws you to this one in particular)</span><</if>><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState is 22 or $readAKingsTrueCallingBookmark is 1>>
<<set $readKingsTrueCallingMajorScene1 to 1>>
<<if $readAKingsTrueCallingBookmark is 1>>
<<set $readAKingsTrueCallingBookmark to 2>>
Already you can tell this part of the book is going to be far more compelling. It describes Valtarith's first romance, and seems like it could give clues to the types of thing Javier particularly enjoys.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
This scene caught your eye because it describes Valtarith's first romance - it seems like it could give clues to the types of thing Javier particularly enjoys.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
It's a long section though. Do you want to read the whole story, or scan it to summarize the essential info? Either choice feels like it's going to take same amount of energy.<br/><br/>
[[Read the story.|readAKingsTrueCalling][$readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState = 2220]]<br/>
[[Scan it for the essential bits.|readAKingsTrueCalling][$readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState = 2221]]
<<elseif $readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState is 2221>>
Your eyes swept over the pages, and by the end you felt you noted the most pertinent bits. It tells how both Valtarith and Annistha were arranged to be wed, and despite initial reluctance came to fall deep in love. The two shared a particular fiendish delight for playing pranks on their servants.<br/><br/>
Despite their romantic bond, they found themselves sexually incompatible. Valtarith enjoyed being dominant in the bedroom, but felt he couldn't play that role with the woman he was truly intimate with, while Annistha needed a woman. They came to a mutual arrangement that let their partnership flourish, while allowing their physical needs to be fulfilled elsewhere.<br/><br/>
The section ends with Valtarith 'pranking' a servant that causes her to be completely exposed in nothing but her lingerie to Annistha.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zSissy1_GoldenBramble_Merribet.jpg" alt="A girl covers her face as her lingerie covered body is shown." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<<if $partiallyReadAKingsTrueCalling is 3>>
<<set $aKingsTrueCallingBookRead to 1>>
After reading that passage, you flicked back through the book. At a glance it appears you've read all the most notable parts. The sex and romance seem like what the book is truly about, and you get a feeling that's the main reason Javier is so into it.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
That was all you could manage reading without at least taking a break. Despite the high fantasy and political themes of the book, it's clear that it's all just dressing for exploring Valtarith's relationships. Is it unreasonable to assume that's what Javier enjoys most about it too?<br/><br/>
<</if>>
[[Leave library|SSYmessRoom][$readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState = 0; $ap -=1]]<br/>
<<elseif $readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState is 2220>>
Valtarith had always felt dread at thought of his fated arranged marriage. The only time he could forget it's specter was when he drowned his worries at local taverns, though his drinking compatriots would tell him that even in his most blacked-out states of inebriation, he had a habit of bellowing his troubled frets about the upcoming union to anyone within earshot. It was no matter to him, he had no memory of doing so at all.<br/><br/>
Young a man as he was, royal protocol meant all political advantage had need to be pressed, and so he was betrothed to Lady Annistha of the neighbouring nation of Meltaria. Both it and Revicia were already the closest of allies, which meant the import of the marital bond would have little influence on the realm's stage; a detail Valtarith constantly brought up with his family in the hopes of escaping it - yet they cared not. He may be thirteenth in the line of succession, but he still had a duty to uphold.<br/><br/>
Little did he know, Annistha felt the same way. Valtarith and her had spent much time with each other in the pair's youth, as their families holidayed together at the great Loch Fegris that bordered their countries. They both would distract themselves from the drab political negations the vacations inevitably became - taking a particularly devilish enjoyment in pranking each other's retainers.
When tensions in the realm escalated these trips stalled, and they went many years without any contact until they were reunited again in the dawn of their adulthood, but now the once welcome sight of one another was no more.<br/><br/>
They barely made a mutter to each other as they endured the tedious events their families had scheduled for them: the judging of songs with the bards, the fitting of rings with the lapidary, and the admittedly more enjoyable tastings of desserts with the patissier. They were doted on constantly, and the deliberate unenthusiasm they reacted to each servant with went ignored. When it was all over, they parted without even bidding one another goodnight.<br/><br/>
The entire day would of been a dour one, had Valtarith's closest companions not whisked him out of the castle to his favorite haunt 'The Poorly Hen'. There, merriment flowed as freely as the fluid that poured out the mead barrels, and it wasn't long before he was drunkenly roaring boasts of celebrating one of his final nights of freedom.<br/><br/>
As fate would have it, a young woman made claim of the same. She invited him up to the bar for another round, where they may share each others woes, and the limited remains of their liberty. Valtarith gladly accepted the offer, only to realize on the approach that the girl was none other than Annistha herself! He pulled back his laymen's hood, a casual disguise he used among the commonfolk that worked surprisingly well, and the sight of him shocked her just as much.<br/><br/>
Both felt a gut feeling to retreat, but two heavy jugs of ale plonked down in front of them before they could. They knew better than to waste them. Before long, the social lubricant of alcohol had done it's noble work. The two were laughing over almost everything; the awfulness of their shared circumstance, the ridiculous faff of the wedding preparations, and the ridiculous, desperate plans they had each conjured to get out of it.<br/><br/>
The night ended with them cohabiting Annistha's bedchamber, much to the chagrin of Valtarith's maid Merribet, who while delighted to see them finally take a shine to one another, was distraught at the matter of them together at the one time they must be separated - at least until after their wedding. No physical intimacy occurred, though not for a lack of trying - victims to a less favourable effect of alcohol: impotence.<br/><br/>
The two awoke in each others arms to a furious knocking of Merribet's. "Get out! Get out now, Valtarith! Your father will have my head if he catches sight of you like this!" He charmingly kissed Annistha farewell on her lips, and with hands cupped around his groin, ran from the room.<br/><br/>
Merribet entered in a fluster. "My lady, I apologize for not warning you in advance. He can be ever such a troublesome young man, his lordship". She tidied up around the room, and Annistha curiously noticed a strap of Merribet's work-dress trapped in the door. When she hurried over to the other side of the room, it suddenly became taunt, completely undoing her outfit.<br/><br/>
She screamed in embarrassment, and all her desperate grasps to stop the falling fabric and cover her modesty were ineffective. In humiliation she stood exposed, devasted to be viewed by her future Lady in such a fashion.
Annistha was speechless at the sight. She couldn't believe just how how racy the girl's underwear was, especially for a servant. Her gorgeously full body peeked through cut-outs in the bra cups, and little gold rings circled the pertness of her nipples, which were only a slight shade pinker than her flushed cheeks.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zSissy1_GoldenBramble_Merribet.jpg" alt="A girl covers her face as her lingerie covered body is shown." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
Unable to take a moment longer of Lady Annistha's piercing eyes staring at her, she ran from the bedchamber, still in a state of undress. Valtarith returned with a victorious glee. "Flirting with Merribet now, dear? Sadly, it seems you scared her off!", he said with a laugh. "Hah! Oh, you demon! Terrorizing that poor girl... why, you really haven't changed at all, have you?"<br/><br/>
"I was just inviting my betrothed to see all the wonderful sights her new home has to offer, I take that she enjoyed the view?" He said with a teasing tone that she quickly reciprocated. "Who wouldn't?..." His head twisted out of perplexion; caught off guard by the remark, before she jokingly laughed it off.<br/><br/>
At this point, you flicked through the next few pages. The two are separated to live in distant castles, as tradition states to do so for two weeks before wedlock. In that time, a tragedy strikes Revicia that ends with Valtarith's bloodline almost wiped out, leaving him as the only one left to take it's throne.<br/><br/>
Now imminent to be King, Valtarith has his choice of any partner in the realm. His advisors try to direct him to women they deem far more suitable, at least politically, while his friends try to goad him into going for the fairest beauties. Regardless, he and Annistha have fallen very much in love, and he overlooks all for the sake of her. The next part you found very interesting...<br/><br/>
Though less inebriated than their first night together, Annistha and Valtarith struggled to copulate on their wedding night. Simply put, Annistha seems to unable to rouse from his touch, and likewise, Valtarith isn't turned on by her attempts to thrill him. As much as they wanted to enjoy each other, the two struggle to so for many months in failure.<br/><br/>
The tribulations of it all brings Annistha comes to tears, where she finally reveals she feels totally incapable to ever receive Valtarith. Packing her bags to take flight immediately, her husband takes her hands in his and promises her that this changes nothing, and through that acceptance, both feel relieved to love each other without the pressure that plagued their first months wed.<br/><br/>
Now able to bear honesty with each other in a way they never imagined, they find comfort in the romantic love they have despite their inability to please each other sexually. It's revealed that Valtarith appears to desire enacting dominance, something he felt somehow unable to perform with the sweet woman who became his wife, while Annistha shares that her tastes tend firmly towards women.<br/><br/>
That night, the two sleep in an embrace like the first time they shared bedchambers, and now determined to figure out how to make their relationship work. The next morning, Annistha suddenly awakened from a familiar shriek, with Valtarith missing from her side. To her surprise, she saw that Valtarith was quick to get the ball rolling, as a shocked Merribet stood stripped down to her bra and panties in front of her once again. Before she could run off again, Annistha made it clear to her that she found such a state to be perfectly presentable...<br/><br/>
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After reading that passage, you flicked back through the book. At a glance it appears you've read all the most notable parts. The sex and romance seem like what the book is truly about, and you get a feeling that's the main reason Javier is so into it.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
That was all you could manage reading without at least taking a break. Despite the high fantasy and political themes of the book, it's clear that it's all just dressing for exploring Valtarith's relationships. Is it unreasonable to assume that's what Javier enjoys most about it too?<br/><br/>
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Yet more politics again, as Valtarith comes to terms with his role as King. While it hasn't been easy, he seems to be enjoying himself. The novel isn't shying away from erotica at all now, and while you skimmed parts of this section, one scene really caught your full attention, as it seemed like it was paralleled to the one you could be in soon.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Being a scene that paralleled the situation you could soon find yourself in, surely this would be the most useful passage to read?<br/><br/>
At first you scanned it's pages to pick up any details that might help you, but the story was so intriguing you began to read it properly.<br/><br/>
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As interesting to read as it may be, it's a lengthy section. Do you want to read the whole story, or scan it to summarize the essential info? Either way will require the same amount of effort.<br/><br/>
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Valtarith and his wife Annistha's open relationship is being taken full advantage of now. Valtarith has a submissive girl come to his chambers for his pleasure one evening. The girl is from a foreign land, where the people have a unique characteristic of glowing a shade of magenta when aroused. Having such a visual cue of the girl's enjoyment makes it far easier for Valtarith to enjoy dominating her.<br/><br/>
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The girl is especially enthusiastic about fellatio, and Valtarith uses (or perhaps misuses) the Golden Bramble to cum an extraordinary amount on her face. The poor girl is shocked, and things end quite impersonally. Annistha joins Valtarith after, and the two enjoy sharing tale of their exploits that night. The ending shows that despite the sex, Valtarith's true love is solely for his wife.<br/><br/>
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After reading that passage, you flicked back through the book. At a glance it appears you've read all the most notable parts. The sex and romance seem like what the book is truly about, and you get a feeling that's the main reason Javier is so into it.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
You couldn't read much more without taking a break, though you did quickly flick through some more pages. It seems most of the book from here onwards is made up of such encounters like this one. Valtarith actually becomes even more dominant. Javier has read most of this book, which strongly suggests this is what he's into. <br/><br/>
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Valtarith and his wife Annistha had grown a deep affection for one another, despite their sexual incompatibility. It seemed Valtarith had taken a mistress at his spouse's behest; a young woman by the name of Fayette from the distant Republic of Dempvalgsa.<br/><br/>
Their foreign nature to each other made communication difficult - an aspect of the matchup that may very well have been purposeful by Lady Annistha - but Fayette was well-experienced enough in the ways of pleasuring powerful men. In fact, the lack of verbal understanding actually made it easier for her to read her lover. When she disrobed from the heavy, fur robes of her native land to reveal her lithe body, she can see all too well Valtarith wanted her.<br/><br/>
She traced the straps of her now exposed corset between her thumb and finger, ensuring it's fine design was displayed perfectly for her new King. His eyes watched with great pleasure, and followed her hand as she slowly did it, especially enjoying how she made adjustments to the black leather of her panties, the material of which had somehow folded up and under one of her buxom ass cheeks.<br/><br/>
First-hand, Valtarith witnessed a trait of the Dempvalgsians he had only heard before from the tales of drunkards; how their skin flushed to a vibrant purplish pink - the same shade as fuchsia petals - when they came aroused. It reminded him of a phrase his retainer bemoaned in his childhood after he lost his toy lance: "We'll spot a horny Dempvalgsian in the Queen Gardens before this".<br/><br/>
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Fayette made no attempt to hide her raw lust for him, and why would she? It seemed a forward nature was inevitable when her true feelings were helpless to be concealed. As she closed upon him, his chamber's lanterns lit up every part of her except the pitch-blackness of her outfit. Young a woman as she was, her hair was white as the Revician silk used to make his bed sheets, and the peek of pubic hair around the edge of her briefs and over her colorful skin looked like the sugar sprinkled on the icing of roseberry cakes.<br/><br/>
She fit her thin, delicate body into the low held arms of Valtarith, which he kept open just wide enough to take a ready hold of her hips. Wearing a loving smile, she placed her hands to gently push him back on the bed, but he wouldn't let her. "Va safi?", she said in her native tongue, repeating the unknown question with an innocent confusion. "Va safi? Va safi, tem Yovsa?"<br/><br/>
With wordless authority, he pushed down just enough on her shoulders to guide her slowly down to the floor. She didn't seem used to this approach, perhaps used to other customs, but before she became too bewildered she looked into Valtarith's face. There, somehow she found reassurance to oblige him, and found herself before him on her knees.<br/><br/>
The King unbuttoned his trousers to pull down directly in front of her face, their fabric hanging between the rim of his boots, and then took her hand to place on the outside of his underwear. The girl looked genuinely shocked by the sight, and even squealed when the huge cock straining behind the material flexed deliberately at her.<br/><br/>
Fayette suddenly began to gesture with panicked hand signals, and Valtarith soon came to understand another story he heard of Dempvalgsian traits must be true as well: that a Dempvalgsian man's endowment is slight and elegant, nothing like the thick, brutish kind that was waggling a mere inch from her poor face. She began to point desperately at the triangular surface of her panties while shaking her head to say no. There was no way she was taking this.<br/><br/>
Valtarith stroked the back of her head through the wavey layers of her white hair and gently shushed her, indicating to her that he understood. Her eyes watered with tears of thankful relief, and yet when the King went to redress himself, she suddenly scolded him. "Va cato, Yovsa!" she said, and pulled down his underwear for his cock to spring out.<br/><br/>
There was little time for him to be confused, as the girl immediately wrapped her mouth around his cock and worked her supple lips up and down it that within moments he was moaning in pleasure. It was obvious Fayette wasn't used to anything that big, gagging with not even half of it thrust down her throat, but the effort pleased Valtarith nonetheless. A blowjob was actually all he wanted anyway, but he found the girl's needless gratitude empowering.<br/><br/>
He loved how the softness of her hair brushed his legs each time she leaned her head down on him, and how the girl's skin somehow only got more colorful as she continued. Her entire body was a vivid shade of magenta now, and even began to glow bright enough to bathe the floor around her in a dainty tone of pink. She wasn't just doing this out of obligation for money, or influence - she genuinely loved sucking his cock.<br/><br/>
With a grunt, Valtarith made clear he could hold back no longer. He gripped the base of himself to move away from the girl's face before he came, keen to avoid anything that may distress her again, but to his surprise she protested. "Tem kei, Yovsa! Eh!", she said while pointing to her stuck out tongue. It was all the invitation he needed, and turned to cum straight over her face.<br/><br/>
The girl moaned in pleasure as the lashing hit her - it's white color contrasting fiercely on the pink surface. The King was struck by having such clear evidence she was loving it, and a primal instinct suddenly took hold of him. As the girl's eyes closed in ecstasy, he received the gold brambled fragment from his robe pocket, and squeezed it tightly in his hand.<br/><br/>
Fayette was just about to open her eyes again, when another load struck her face. She pulled her head away and back before giving a shrieking laugh, the kind a girl does when taunted with a splash of water at the bathhouse pools, but then came another, and this time somehow harder. She certainly wasn't expecting it, gasping for breath after it had ran from her lips.<br/><br/>
While all of this happened in seconds, somehow she found the intuition to adjust to whatever was happening in the unprecedented situation, and held her mouth open to take however much more was coming. Valtarith's palm bleed as he gripped harder on the Golden Bramble, the ecstasy distracting completely from any pain. With a final burst of determination, he squeezed once more, and a final jet of jizz shot straight up the length of Fayette's narrow face and into her now dishevelled hair.<br/><br/>
The girl didn't dare open her eyes this time. Cum fell from her chin to sound a heavy pat against the hardened leather of her corset's bust, in the same way the last rain drops make from a roof after a heavy storm. Her once perfect fringe of white hair was now smushed into her rose-pink forehead, the messy remnant of which looked like an unfinished raspberry parfait. She smiled through it all, even as she tried to sweep the thick coating over her eyelids away to be able to see again.<br/><br/>
As the King lifted her gently, her legs buckled - clearly in shock by what just happened - but when her eyes met his, she laughed meekly. He guided her to his chamber's bathroom while she mumbled words of disbelief to herself, and she motioned to him that she'd enter alone. When she finally came back out, her color had returned to a regular tone, and she looked appalled to be in this situation. She flung her robe around her in haste, and left with little more than what might have been a farewell.<br/><br/>
Valtarith leaned back on the bed, with a sense of pride washing over him. While he preferred for such encounters to end less impersonally, he felt satisfied that the girl enjoyed the night... at least in the moment. Just as importantly, in instances like this he felt need to reinforce his image as an authority. Had the girl not begged for her facial, his earlier consideration for her may have been misjudged as weakness. Gossip spreads fastest from one's casual lovers, but he had left no room to leave an impression of infirmity.<br/><br/>
In short time, his darling Annistha came inside to join him. "You appear somewhat inflated, my love. Did you have fun?", she said with glee. "I did indeed, my lady - and to hear that purring voice of yours, I take you enjoyed yours as well?"<br/><br/>
She bit her bottom lip which could be nothing other than an affirmation that she did. "My, my - stole the words from you, has it? It certainly must of been something. I suppose I should share tale of my evening whilst you find your voice."<br/><br/>
He told his fair lady wife of how he couldn't get over the girl's colors, those intensely bright shades of white, black and pink - so pleasing to the eye, like the liquorice fruit candies the ambassadors of Sirevium brought to serve at his coronation. To continue to compare her to fancy desserts was the only thing he could of, for everything about her was as if to receive the sweetest gift - and yet, as he took great pleasure in whispering in the ear of his adoring wife, such a saccharine indulgence could never be truly satiate, like the main course.<br/><br/>
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After reading that passage, you flicked back through the book. At a glance it appears you've read all the most notable parts. The sex and romance seem like what the book is truly about, and you get a feeling that's the main reason Javier is so into it.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
You couldn't read much more without taking a break, though you did quickly flick through some more pages. It seems most of the book from here onwards is made up of such encounters like this one. Valtarith actually becomes even more dominant. Javier has read most of this book, which strongly suggests this is what he's into. <br/><br/>
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This is quite a long section of the book. Do you want to read the whole story, or scan it to summarize the essential info? Either approach will take the same amount of energy.<br/><br/>
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Valtarith and his wife Annistha have had an open relationship that has worked well for them. Each has had their physical needs met by countless women at this point, while their romantic love is still purely for each other.<br/><br/>
One evening, Annistha finds her newly employed blacksmith and his wife making love in the most extraordinarily passionate way. The pair are from Versucu, where it's native people can withstand naked flames, and Annistha sees them fucking while bathed in fire and surrounded by dancing sparks. Annistha is particularly captured by the pleasure on the husband's face.<br/><br/>
Annistha dresses up in a sexy outfit themed to look like an erotic version of a strict tutor from homeland, the kind that used to teach Valtarith. She takes him by surprise that night, visiting his bedchamber and pinning him down. Before Valtarith can understand what has come over his wife, she has tied him to the bed, using the Golden Bramble.<br/><br/>
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There, she torments Valtarith with her body, making him admit that after all these years, he still wants the body he's never had. She teases him greatly, but as the evening goes on it's made clear she has no intention to change that. Instead, she presses on the Golden Bramble, and it's power summons a magical set of rings that bind around Valtarith's cock.<br/><br/>
She uses the rings to tantalize Valtarith as she continues to make him submit to her, and just before he can cum, she presses down on the Golden Bramble again. This time, it turns the rings into a chastity cage, and leaves Valtarith in a frustrated mess.<br/><br/>
It's made clear the next morning, Valtarith is still stuck in the cage. The pair share a glance that suggests they're both excited to have this new dimension to their relationship, while the book reveals that it is only Valtarith who can use the Golden Bramble.<br/><br/>
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After reading that passage, you flicked back through the book. At a glance it appears you've read all the most notable parts. The sex and romance seem like what the book is truly about, and you get a feeling that's the main reason Javier is so into it.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
After such an intense read you needed a break, though you couldn't help but ponder on what you just read. It seemed so different to the rest of the book. This section is near the end of the book, and Javier's bookmark suggested he hadn't finished reading. Could you really assume this particular part was something he enjoyed?<br/><br/>
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You flicked through the pages before this scene. It seems that Valtarith discovered his closest advisor played a role in the betrayal of his family by colluding with the nation of Sirevium, leading to the tragedy that would make him King. After dealing with the traitor and high on the winds of victory, he makes ready to infiltrate Sirevium's capital by himself, using the power of the Golden Bramble to take the fight directly to his enemies without risking his solider's lives.<br/><br/>
While Valtarith has changed so much, his relationship with Annistha is as rock solid as ever. The pair have taken full advantage of their open relationship, with many beautiful women from across the realm having come join their company in Revicia's keep. Their sex lives would have been entirely separate, if not for the shared words of their exploits as they fell asleep in each other's caress.<br/><br/>
And yet, though their bond had forged strong as Meltarian steel, a whisper of doubt couldn't help but creep in. It all started with the employ of a handsome, young Versucu man and the newly wed wife he brought with him. The Versucu people were famed for their resistance to open flame, making them highly prized workers as smithies.<br/><br/>
One evening after returning from a lone journey, Annistha heard screams coming from the forges as she entered the Royal courtyard. In a panicked rush to help, she intruded on the sight of the young couple fiercely in the midst of fucking. The sight was truly striking to her, to see both of their naked bodies awash in indigo flames, while sparks from the coals danced around them.<br/><br/>
But it wasn't only the miraculous display of ember magic that affected Annistha though, what took her most of all was the look on the husband's face. The fire that burned brightest of all wasn't a physical one; it was the one she could see in his eyes.<br/><br/>
Annistha escaped before her presence could be known, not wishing to give such passionate lovers reason to pause. Yet escape as she did, the passionate image could not leave her. A cosy fireplace no longer gave her any comfort, nor could the flame-breathers succeed in entertaining her. Worst of all, the enthused words Valtarith would tell of his latest erotic indulgences sparked nothing within her like they used to.<br/><br/>
She felt need to act, lest her despondency take hold of her much more. On a nightfall where Valtarith found himself doubting his capacity to grant his wife the pleasure she used to exhibit, Annistha entered their bedchamber with an uncharacteristically lustful determination that took him by surprise.<br/><br/>
Her skirt dropped to the floor and she stood tenaciously in front of him, wearing an elegantly custom made one-piece lingerie set, styled after the kind of thing Meltarian tutors wear. The sight was intimidating to Valtarith, reminding him of the severe moods and ruthless methods his Meltarian teachers employed on him. As beautiful as Annistha looked in it, the outfit made clear that much of her was inaccessible.<br/><br/>
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"Anni, what is the manner of this?", he said in confusion. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the sight of her like this, far from it, but he knew the workings of his wife well enough to understand things couldn't go further than this titillation. Even after all these years, she felt repulsion from the touch of any man, including the one she loved most - nothing could change that.<br/><br/>
He had picked up the wrong impression though; Annistha could see the pure bewilderment on his face, and to catch him in such a state was exactly what she wanted. Her King was correct to assume his body could never please her, but that was no matter. With fires of inspiration seared into her mind, she became emboldened to transgress a border she had never imagined crossing before. She pushed Valtarith back onto the bed, and imposed herself over him.<br/><br/>
"Valtarith... my love. You want to feel me, don't you?", she tilted her head to look down on him from the corner of her eyes. "O-of course... y-yes", he said unconvincingly, for though he truly did, he had denied himself to even think the prospect ever since the couple came to their open arrangement. "Hmm, had you forgotten that desire? Did you bury it? Push it down into the depths of your soul, just to satisfy me?" Her finger scratched over Valtarith's heart, as he stared back in shock.<br/><br/>
"I won't have it anymore. I cannot have any distance from the man I am otherwise so close too. Do you understand?" He tried to comprehend what was happening, his mind racing after confrontation with a totally new side of the woman he thought he knew so fully. "Y-yes... my sweet lady, of course I do." His hand reached for the stocking-bearing thighs that perched over him, but they were slapped away sharply.<br/><br/>
"No, you quite obviously don't. If you did, you'd know your place. <em>You</em> don't touch your Queen", she said, as she grabbed his jaw in her hands. "I see it now. All these years... your compliancy... though you reign over these lands, you have never had the sovereignty to rule over me. How could you so fully accept it, and as a so-called 'mighty' King, no less."<br/><br/>
"I- I thought it was what you wanted, my love? Was it not?" She laughed, taking pleasure to squeeze his cheeks together, making him sound imbecilic as he spoke. "It was. And it still is. Yet it's not enough. I need more, Valtarith. I need more and I'm going to take it from you. Lift up your hands."<br/><br/>
The moment hung in the air as he tried to process it all, but when Annistha barked the order again, he raised them, which she pushed down to meet together at the bed's headpost. "Close your eyes and keep still. Do not displease me."<br/><br/>
Valtarith had no idea what going to happen, but without time to consider any of this, he obeyed. Just as he began to worry, he felt something nick against the skin of his wrist, and when he recoiled the same item stung him. "Ahh", he shouted. "Be a good boy, else you'll hurt yourself." He opened his eyes and looked in panic above him, where his arms were tied with The Reins of the Golden Bramble. "Anni! No, y-you mustn't!"<br/><br/>
With a clump of his hair seized in her fist, she pulled his head back, and as he gasped she placed her lips at his ear. "You are mine, Valtarith. Let us hide the true nature of our bond no longer. I am your ruler." With every word she became more inspirited, and Valtarith watched helplessly as she strode around the room preparing her next intention for him. He dared not struggle against the metallic barbs digging into his arms, and found himself giving up to the heady mix of pain and excitement.<br/><br/>
The sight of the bottom of Annistha's outfit digging into her ass, the ass he had never had - would never have - was tormentingly close, yet entirely unreachable. It jiggled with every step she took in her heels, and to tantalize him she made sure it faced him at every moment.<br/><br/>
"Oh, Valtarith - just look at how hard you've gotten just staring at me!", she laughed. She slowly undid his fly, freeing his hard cock from the fabric in a cold clinical fashion, and left it there to strain - a thick pillar that pointed directly up to the ceiling, totally unattended to.<br/><br/>
"We've always had so much in common; our desires so out of line with our needs. For so long I thought it a curse... but I know better now. Soon, you will too", she slapped his chest suddenly with the paddle of his own riding crop. It was such a conflicting feeling to have the jewel encrusted gift used to tame his horses turned upon him by his own wife.<br/><br/>
"How does it feel to be put in your place? All these years, you've regaled me of your times spent with the women I sent you... how you reigned over them... dominated them. But at some point I came to realize just how performative it all sounded. How inauthentically you act with them. On the surface it looked like you used them, but really you only wanted to impress them, didn't you? Did you feel you had to, to ensure your authority was never questioned? You've done a wonderful job of doing so my King - the image you created has been very convincing, to everyone that is but me. Because it's so obvious to me now - you couldn't bring yourself to do it to who you truly loved."<br/><br/>
She sat over Valtarith's body. With her ass perched so close to his cock, Valtarith pathetically tried to twitch it to touch against her, but the moment he did, she pushed down on the Golden Bramble. "Bad boy! You'd disobey your Queen's command? I said no touching, don't you understand yet?" she demanded. "Yes, ahh, y-yes I do, Anni!"<br/><br/>
"Good. You don't need to worry, your reputation will always be safe with me. Though, perhaps this won't..." Without looking, she spanked her hand behind her, slapping Valtarith's member so sharply that he winced. "So disappointing. I thought you had come well to that fact that you'd never truly have my body, yet it's clear you still habored the faintest hope for it." Her finger followed a line from his ear down to his lips. "Tonight, I'm going to snuff it out for good."<br/><br/>
Her hands clung tight around both him and the thorned reins that tied him, and she gazed into his eyes with an authoritative glare. A tear slid down his face before he closed them, yet even then the Bramble's resplendent light shone through the surface of his eyelids as it's power was summoned.<br/><br/>
Into existence, new matter to bind him were conjured, though these were not the kind that wounded. Golden rings, warm at the touch, that wrapped in different positions around his neglected erection. He let out a whimpering moan when the last ring formed just under the tip.<br/><br/>
"Now answer me truthfully, my love", she pulled the front on her underwear to show him her pussy, "You want this, don't you?". He gulped before answering, "N-no!". The rings abruptly turned a bitingly sharp cold. Her glee turned into a frown, "I said <em>truthfully</em>..."<br/><br/>
"Y-yes, I want it... o-of course I do. I always have!" The golden bands turned warm again, and this time they softly pushed up and down the sliding surface of his cock. "Good boy. But you will never have it, will you?" It seemed Valtarith was quickly surrendering, the reinforcement of the pleasure certainly helped, but the truth was deeper than that. Annistha could sense the authentic comprehension.<br/><br/>
"I- I never will", he moaned, as the hovering rings motioned faster. "I finally understand something too, Valtarith. The façade you've been putting up all these years. All those women you relied on to hide the truth, 'dominated' so you could bury your insecurities. Did you think that necessary for your kingly image? Was it just to try and impress me? The veneer is gone now. Now that I've transgressed that border, we can't go back."<br/><br/>
His head fell back as he felt an overwhelming anguish, both by the restraints around his wrists and cock, and her words. The potency of pain mixed with pleasure was made well known to him now, and as the rings jerked him even harder he couldn't hold on any longer. "Anni - I-I'm cumming..." Her lips curled to a sneer before she whispered in his ears. "No you're fucking not".<br/><br/>
Their hands and the golden relic were fully intwined, and she pressed down on it once again, turning the golden rings to steel. Light weaved between the gaps, leaving a metal mesh in it's wake. "Ugh... no...", Valtarith groaned, as the pleasure stopped entirely. Still in restraint, he twisted his body, hoping the rings could somehow fulfil his gratification, but it was useless to try. The build-up of ecstasy frustratingly left him with an unsatisfyingly fade.<br/><br/>
They looked into one another's eyes - hers all knowing, his of dignity stripped - and together they understood the fundamental truth of who they were. It was then her urge to kiss him overtook her, and when her face came back from him, she saw in his face what she had longed for ever since that evening at the forge.<br/><br/>
Valtarith was late to breakfast the next day, hurrying into the serving hall and giving a bashful smile to his wife opposite before shyly averting his gaze. She sipped her tea with a feign of innocence, except for the moments her eyes peeked over her cup, with a cheeky, self-satisfaction. When Valtarith went to sit, a muffled clang rang out when his groin brushed the table - so unexpected it twisted everyone's heads to make sense of the sudden sound, while Annistha almost spat out the contents of her drink.<br/><br/>
His timidity soon wore away though, and before long he shared knowing glances of affection with his Queen. And know between them they truly did, for it is was Valtarith - and Valtarith alone - who could wield the power of the Golden Bramble.<br/><br/>
<<if $partiallyReadAKingsTrueCalling is 3>>
<<set $aKingsTrueCallingBookRead to 1>>
After reading that passage, you flicked back through the book. At a glance it appears you've read all the most notable parts. The sex and romance seem like what the book is truly about, and you get a feeling that's the main reason Javier is so into it.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
After such an intense read you needed a break, though you couldn't help but ponder on what you just read. It seemed so different to the rest of the book. This section is near the end of the book, and Javier's bookmark suggested he hadn't finished reading. Could you really assume this particular part was something he enjoyed?<br/><br/>
<</if>>
[[Leave library|SSYmessRoom][$readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState = 0; $domStat += 1; $ap -=1]]<br/>
<<elseif $readAKingsTrueCallingBookmark is 4>>
<<set $aKingsTrueCallingBookRead to 1>>
You read the last of the book. It's basically Valtarith's final fight at Sirevium and it's aftermath. Honestly, you found it pretty enthralling, and even shed a tear reading the final passage, where a dying Valtarith, lying in a meadow of blood-stained flowers, uses his last strength to use the Golden Bramble to say farewell to Annistha.<br/><br/>
Once you came back to your senses though, you realized this told you nothing about Javier. Sometimes a good story does make us forget our priorities. You didn't regret reading it though, finding the tale quite inspiring in it's own way.<br/><br/>
On closing the book, you looked again at the cover. Just a sword in a stone; it's kind of funny how little it represents at all the sex and romance inside. The book is a literary trojan horse for kinky, magic-fuelled sex. This last part might not have been as insightful, but overall it's clued you in to what interests Javier.<br/><br/>
[[Leave library|SSYmessRoom][$readAKingsTrueCallingStoryState = 0; $courageStat += 2; $ap -=1]]<br/>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $sidneyDevice1Counter gt 0 and $sidneyDevice1Unlocked is 1>>
After the first impression you got here, you really didn't feel comfortable just walking in here whenever. Sidney wouldn't have the decoy ready yet.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Workshop|SSYWorkshop]]
<<elseif $sidneyConvoState is 0>>
<<set $SSYSidneyState to 1>>
As you opened the door to The Foundry, you noticed a couple of guys in the workshop yard staring at you menacingly. You were just about to stop when someone yelled "It's OK, that one's with Keaton." Looks like Dean was right about this area being crew exclusive.<br/><br/>
On entering you were hit with the heavy smell of woodsmoke mixed with hot metal. The sound of a buzzsaw churned away in the back, it's brash sound occasionally interrupted by the heavy clank of a hammer falling. The whole place had been darkened, leaving the only visible sight to be a man in welding mask, gently lit up by an orange glow emanating from a pool of molten liquid.<br/><br/>
You felt uncomfortable at the thought of disturbing him from his work, and even more so as you approached to see how intimidatingly huge he was. Not only was the man strikingly tall, he was largely built too. His rolled up shirt sleeves showed off massive forearms, each covered in coarse silver hair that shone as sparks flew by them. As he reached for a pair of tongs, you saw a rounded belly that curved under his leather apron.<br/><br/>
His figure reminded you of the kind that strong men on talent shows had; those hefty men who looked nothing like bodybuilders, but would shock and delight everyone by triumphantly lifting a tractor tire over their head.<br/><br/>
Abruptly the man stopped his work to pull up his mask and gasp for air. It seemed he noticed you standing in the dim light, and he called out loudly to be heard over all the noise.<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">???:</span> "Who's that? Keaton - that you?"<br/><br/>
You were just about to respond, when suddenly the lights came on. The man looked startled once he got good look at you, while you stood gawping at him like some nervous wreck. Funnily enough it made both of you color up red. He averted his gaze, and rubbed the back of his head.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zsidney.jpg" alt="Picture of Sidney" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="sidney">???:</span> "Oh, erm... hello. Thought you might be someone else.... there's not many visitors here, so... uh..."<br/><br/>
When he wasn't shouting, his voice was much softly spoken, and somehow the rapid onset of his shy demeanor put you more at ease. Giant as he was, now he actually seemed approachable.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Sorry, I didn't mean to shock. I was just trying to figure out how to get your attention."<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">???:</span> "Ah... yeah, err, I do tend to get lost in my work."<br/><br/>
His eyes only met yours for mere moments at a time before flicking away, but when they did they appeared so friendly, especially framed under his bushy grey eyebrows. His beard had one of those moustaches that made someone look like they were always gently smiling; it would of been particularly well-groomed if not for the sawdust that was caught in it.<br/><br/>
The welcoming expression seemed to betray him, as in reality he seemed to be quite bewildered. Something about him seemed very uneasy.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"I'm $name, by the way. Nice to meet you."<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">???:</span> "Sidney. And yeah... likewise."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"I hope you don't mind, but I heard you could help me?"<br/><br/>
You said it timidly, realizing how it looked to ask for something from someone you just met, but thankfully Sidney was receptive. He placed his hands on his legs, and leaned his ear towards you to listen. It was hard to properly explain the camera situation while keeping the situation vague, but he quickly clocked on.<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Ah ha - this involves Keaton, right? It's got him written all over it."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Uh, sort of, yeah."<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Mmhm, these things always have a way of coming back to him. *Sigh* Alright... tell me exactly what this camera looked like."<br/><br/>
To you it seemed like any bog standard CCTV device, but when you mentioned the blue stripe it had, Sidney perked up, picking up a piece paper and a pencil to begin sketching away.<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Hmm... casing of a 4470... 1.5 inch lens will do it... need to check the wiring..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Y-you actually know it?"<br/><br/>
This time he genuinely was smiling. When it came to the subject of work, he was far more confident.<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Not the first time this kind of request came in. These days I know more about monitors than anyone deserves! Good news is, we can definitely sort this out. Ain't going to be cheap though..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Oh... um, how much do you need?"<br/><br/>
He scribbled down on another sheet of paper, then yelled out to the back of the room.<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "PETE!"<br/><br/>
The buzzsaw that had been screeching away in the background of this entire conversation went silent, and a youngish guy dripping in sweat and soiled with mechanic's grease earnestly ran over to him. He was far too breathless to speak, and didn't even make eye contact with you, instead snatching the note from Sidney's hand.<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Get that invoice to Keaton - quick, while your still speechless. Even he can't haggle down a man who can't speak."<br/><br/>
The exhausted looking guy diligently jogged off to complete the task. Sidney seemed entirely in control around here, and running a tight ship at that. His composure waned in the newfound silence with you though.<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Uh.... that's that then. You're probably paying price enough for whatever he's got you up to. Just, um... just be careful."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Thanks for this. But, how will this solve the camera issue?"<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "We'll make a decoy. Not the easiest thing to whip up - takes some fancy glasswork which is always fiddly to do. Should take about two days, come back round here after then."<br/><br/>
You graciously thanked him again, and with the stress of making the request off your mind, took in your surroundings. The Foundry was filled with either crafting tools and machines, or creations themselves. Not only were there equipment for metal and wood-work, but supplies for arts and sculpture, and even a few computers. Almost anything could be created here!<br/><br/>
<img src="images/locations/theFoundry1.jpg" alt="Picture of The Foundry" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Wow, I can't believe this has been here the whole time. It's so impressive..."<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Heh, yeah... it's really something, ain't it?"<br/><br/>
He stood up to admire the place himself. You picked up a sense of quiet pride as he observed what he had built, though he snapped out of it suddenly when he turned his head to accidentally stare at your outfit. Almost instantly he turned bashful again. If your appearance was the elephant in the room you thought it was, he was apparently keen to keep avoiding it.<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "So, um... err... you much of a creative type yourself?"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerCrime is 'hacker'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"A bit. Before here I was a web developer - some clients would let me go wild and create whatever I could imagine. It was pretty fun."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"A bit. Before here I ran my own cafe - practically became an interior designer making it feel cosy inside! Oh, and I tried my hand at a little creative cake making. That was fun, even when it went wrong!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
Sidney seemed happy to hear that, not that he said anything. While you would of been keen to talk more about this place, you didn't fancy making him feel anymore uncomfortable than he appeared to be.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Well, I should really be off. Thanks again for helping with all this."<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Oh... that's alright. Think I'll get started on it now."<br/><br/>
The tool sounds stirred up again while you walked away. You really didn't know what to make of Sidney; you sensed some kind of friendliness to him, yet he was obviously so apprehensive around you. It was probably best not to dwell on it. In two days time he'd be expecting you, maybe he'd be more comfortable then.<br/><br/>
<<set $sidneyDevice1Counter to 2>>
<<set $sidneyDevice1Unlocked to 1>>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom][$sidneyConvoState = 1]]
<<elseif $sidneyConvoState is 1>>
<img src="images/locations/theFoundry2.jpg" alt="Picture of The Foundry" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
It was much quieter this time, so much so that Sidney heard you enter, ushering you over to computer area he was working at.<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "$name, wasn't it? Just finished the last adjustments to your order."<br/><br/>
He tapped rapidly at his keyboard before removing some cables from the PC. It seemed a miracle he could type at all effectively with those massive paws of his.<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Have a look at this..."<br/><br/>
You looked puzzled to view the cylindrical object he held between his thickly padded thumb and finger.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zSissy1_sidneyCameraDecoy1.jpg" alt="Picture of the decoy device, which looks vaguely like a dildo." class="storyImage">
Now wasn't the time to make jokes to the man who seemed earnest about Sidney's creation, but honestly it looked like a cock - and he seemed oblivious to it.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Um, that's the decoy? It doesn't exactly look like one..."<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Because this is the part that is..."<br/><br/>
He tapped at a piece of glass at the base of the object, surrounded by a thin rim of metal that was just over an inch long.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zSissy1_sidneyCameraDecoy2.jpg" alt="Picture of the decoy device, which at the base has a camera lens." class="storyImage">
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "That right there, is a perfect replica of the monitor's lens. The rest of this is mostly just a container, the length of which houses some smartly designed circuitry that Pete came up with. This isn't just a physical decoy, this will actually feedback fake footage too."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Fake footage?"<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "I'll give you a demo."<br/><br/>
He plugged the device into the computer, and when he waved his hand in front of the lens, his hand and the background behind it displayed on screen. Then he programmed a change in the device's configuration settings, and when he waved his hand again only the background was shown.<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "You see? On that setting, it takes the first image it captures after installation and repeatedly feeds only that image back. In other words, the officers will believe they're getting a live feed of the office but actually it's just a photo."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Woah, that's genius!"<br/><br/>
While Sidney looked modestly satisfied by your praise, he was even more keen to explain the workings of the device he had just handed to you.<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "You'll need to unscrew the lens already on the camera before detaching it's wires. Next, remove the device out of the container..."<br/><br/>
When you did so, it revealed that the lens was attached to another phallic looking object that fit within the container. This was like some dick-themed Russian doll.<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Look... there's a hole on the opposite side of the base, see it? Attach the wires in there, then slide it back into the CCTV. It'll be a snug fit. Got it?"<br/><br/>
With a nod, you affirmed you did. It seemed simple enough to operate - if anything the hardest part would be reaching up to where the monitor was mounted to the wall. You were extremely tempted at this point to mention the gadget's... phallic design, but Sidney's self-satisfaction with his work made you reluctant enough not to.<br/><br/>
Suddenly Pete emerged from the back area, this time in a much more relaxed state. He could actually speak now, and turned out he had quite a mouth.<br/><br/>
<span class="pete">Pete:</span> "Oi, oi! Checking out the wares, are ya? Yeah, worked some of me finest on that little piece, did ol' Sid mention?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"He did. Thank you both, this is way beyond what I imagined."<br/><br/>
<span class="pete">Pete:</span> "No thanks needed, we'll take any wally's request if it brings in the dinero, ain't that right Chief?"<br/><br/>
He nudged a docile Sidney in the ribs and laughed.<br/><br/>
<span class="pete">Pete:</span> "Fun little project, to tell the truth. I still don't think it had to look like a bellend, but that's the Chief for ya!"<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "It barely looks like one! We've been over this - it's the only shape that would fit! What else could it be - a cone? Where would the wires go?"<br/><br/>
Pete smiled devilishly to see the rise he got out of him, and not a moment later he was trying the same on you.<br/><br/>
<span class="pete">Pete:</span> "Not that it matters. If any client is going to love the shape, it's this one, ay? Got any idea how to use this, 'sweetheart'? Hint - it goes in the camera, not up your ass."<br/><br/>
<<if $playerComplexShameSource2 is 'ultraSubmissive'>>
<span class="innerIdentity shame shameSource2 ultraSubmissive"><span class="innerThoughtLabel shameSource1Label">[Ultra Submissive]: </span>You're just going to let him walk over you like that, aren't you? You fucking pussy. If you can't stand up for yourself, at least give him less ammunition.</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerComplexShameSource2 is 'submissive'>>
<span class="innerIdentity shame shameSource2 submissive"><span class="innerThoughtLabel shameSource1Label">[Submissive]: </span>Men can sense your weakness. If you could stop acting like a such a fucking wuss, maybe they wouldn't treat you like this.</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerComplexShameSource2 is 'emasculation'>>
<span class="innerIdentity shame shameSource2 emasculation"><span class="innerThoughtLabel shameSource1Label">[Emasculation]: </span>Just look at what is happening to you. This man knows he can openly disrespect you because you're such a fucking wuss. It doesn't need to be like this.</span><br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "PETE! Cut that shit out."<br/><br/>
<span class="pete">Pete:</span> "Pfft... yeah, yeah."<br/><br/>
He seemed to take delight in stirring things up, but Sidney commanded enough respect from him to make him obey his command. Who would of thought the breathless lad from the other day would have such an attitude? He ran his hands through the shortly trimmed curls of his slightly receding hair, before wandering out of sight.<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "About him... don't, uh... don't take much notice of that. The device's shape... it don't mean anything."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"That's OK. Really, it's fine."<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "It is?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I mean... yeah, it is shaped like a cock. But there's nothing wrong with that!"|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 2; $sidney1DeviceDescription = 'obviouslyACock'; $SSYSidneyBondPoints +=1;]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["It's just good design. Strong, sturdy... bold."|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 2; $sidney1DeviceDescription = 'inferItsACock']]</div>
<<elseif $sidneyConvoState is 2>>
<<if $sidney1DeviceDescription is 'obviouslyACock'>>
<div class="bondPointsIncreaseDisplay sidneyBondPointsIncrease"><img class="bondHeartsIcon" src="images/extras/whiteHeart1.png"><img class="bondPointsUpArrow" src="images/extras/whiteUpArrow.png"></div>
Sidney went scarlet at your admission, probably because deep down he realized it was true. The cylindrical shape was the same thickness as a dildo, and it curved round at the bit with the hole to attach the wires in. He had even given it a penis hole!<br/><br/>
<<elseif $sidney1DeviceDescription is 'inferItsACock'>>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Exactly. Good old fashioned, practical design."<br/><br/>
You had successfully spared him more embarrassment it seemed, but honestly it really did look like a cock. The cylindrical shape was the same thickness as a dildo, and it curved round at the bit with the hole to attach the wires in. He had even given it a penis hole!<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong: Device description, SSYSidney1.
<</if>>
Now that Sidney was finished explaining the device, you could feel him reverting to that anxious version of himself who didn't know what to say to you.<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Well... that's that. Best you get that in place quick. It shouldn't need any adjustments, but safe's better than sorry."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"I'll get on it. Thanks again."<br/><br/>
You felt determined as you left The Foundry, but to get this started you'd need your lookout's help again. As luck would have it, Dean was at his usual spot in the workshop yard today.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Hey Dean, I think I can sort that CCTV issue. Could you be my lookout again, please?"|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 3; ]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Leave for the Mess Room. You'll ask him some other time.|SSYmessRoom][$sidneyConvoState = 3;]]</div>
<<elseif $sidneyConvoState is 3>>
<<set $ssy1SidneyTriedClimbingPipe to 0>>
<<set $ssy1SidneyTriedBuildingSteps to 0>>
<<set $largeStepMade to 0>>
<<set $smallStepMade to 0>>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Sure, mate - let's go! Ha, starting to think I should be charging for such a quality service!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"You're a hero! This time should sort things out for good."<br/><br/>
When you arrived at the Officer's room, Dean checked it was clear again.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Good to go. You're not reaching that camera without a climb though, think you can manage?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"I'm going to have to try..."<br/><br/>
You did some stretches as you said it. Your physical endurance hadn't exactly been tested much since arriving in Grenton, so this would give a clear indication of where your level of fitness was at.<br/><br/>
"Physical endurance isn't just <strong>stamina</strong>, important as that is! It's your body's <strong>strength</strong>, muscle <strong>tone</strong> and the power you can generate from your <strong>ass</strong>. Never neglect your <strong>ass</strong>!"<br/><br/>
That was something $gf told you a personal trainer once taught her. It stuck in your mind mostly because of his thinly veiled ass obsession.<br/><br/>
<<include "physicalEnduranceSystem">>
With the device in hand, you observed the walls around the CCTV camera, trying to figure out how you could get up there. There was a sturdy looking pipe joined to the wall that seemed climbable, while nearby were some robust archive boxes that seemed stackable.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Try to climb the pipe.|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 10; $ssy1SidneyTriedClimbingPipe = 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Try stacking up the boxes.|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 30]]</div>
<<elseif $sidneyConvoState is 9>>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Another go? Things seem pretty quiet... let's go."<br/><br/>
You both headed back to the Officer's room to try again. Hopefully you were fit enough to pull this off now.<br/><br/>
<<include "physicalEnduranceSystem">>
With the device in hand, you observed the walls around the CCTV camera, trying to figure out how you could get up there. There was a sturdy looking pipe joined to the wall that seemed climbable, while nearby were some robust archive boxes that seemed stackable.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Try to climb the pipe.|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 10; $ssy1SidneyTriedClimbingPipe = 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Try stacking up the boxes.|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 30]]</div>
<<elseif $sidneyConvoState is 10>>
<img src="images/scenes/zSissy1_cctvPipeClimb.jpg" alt="Picture of a pipe to climb." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
Already you could see this would be awkward to pull off. You held the device container in your mouth like a dog with a bone. You looked ridiculous, but it would make things easier when you got to the top.<br/><br/>
<<set $enduranceTaken to 1>>
<<include "physicalEnduranceSystem">>
<<if $playerEndurance lte 0>>
Your jaw aches just holding the device like this. You're way too exhausted to even try climbing!<br/><br/>
[[Escape to the Mess Room and try this another day.|SSYmessRoom][$sidneyConvoState = 9; $sidneyLensAttemptToday = 1; $ap -= 1; $ssy1SidneyTriedClimbingPipe = 0; $ssy1SidneyTriedBuildingSteps = 0]]
<<else>>
Alright, time to go for this...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Use some momentum to try and jump up the first part of the pipe.|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 11; $ssy1SidneyTriedClimbingPipe = 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Climb it carefully.|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 12]]</div>
<</if>>
<<elseif $sidneyConvoState is 11>>
<<if $wearingHeels is 1>>
You backed up a little bit, then accelerated forwards to jump as high as you could up the pipe. You reached pretty far, but when you put your feet to the wall for support, your ankles immediately wobbled. It became heels were not a good choice for this kind of activity!<br/><br/>
<<set $enduranceTaken to 5>>
<<include "physicalEnduranceSystem">>
Holding onto the pipe and regaining your balance took one hell of an effort, but you just about managed it.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
You backed up a little bit, then accelerated forwards to jump as high as you could up the pipe. You reached pretty far, and as you squeezed your grip you pushed your feet to the wall to support yourself. As ugly as your flats were, you were thankful to be wearing them right now, this would of been way harder in heels!<br/><br/>
<<set $enduranceTaken to 1>>
<<include "physicalEnduranceSystem">>
<</if>>
<<if $playerEndurance lte 0>>
You're exhausted! The burning sensation in your hands as you grip the pole is too much to take, and you drop yourself clumisly back to the floor. It seems you're in no shape yet to pull this off. You breathlessly jogged over to Dean, and with a wordless look, he could see you needed to abort.<br/><br/>
[[Escape to the Mess Room and try this another day.|SSYmessRoom][$sidneyConvoState = 9; $sidneyLensAttemptToday = 1; $ap -= 1; $ssy1SidneyTriedClimbingPipe = 0; $ssy1SidneyTriedBuildingSteps = 0]]
<<else>>
You still needed to climb higher.<br/><br/>
<<if $ssy1SidneyTriedBuildingSteps is 1>><<else>><div class="choice">[[Forget this. Go back down and try stacking the boxes instead.|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 30]]</div><br/><</if>>
<div class="choice">[[Keep climbing.|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 14]]</div>
<</if>>
<<elseif $sidneyConvoState is 12>>
<<if $wearingHeels is 1>>
You carefully began to hoist yourself up the pipe. It took a surprising amount of energy to keep your grip. Just as you were getting used to it, the wedge of your heel slipped, almost making you fall. With a hefty pull, you regained your balance. Heels really weren't suited for this kind of activity!<br/><br/>
<<set $enduranceTaken to 4>>
<<include "physicalEnduranceSystem">>
<<else>>
You carefully began to hoist yourself up the pipe. It took a surprising amount of energy to keep your grip on it. As ugly as your flats were, you were thankful to be wearing them right now - this would of been way harder in heels!<br/><br/>
<<set $enduranceTaken to 2>>
<<include "physicalEnduranceSystem">>
<</if>>
<<if $playerEndurance lte 0>>
You're exhausted! The burning sensation in your hands as you grip the pole is too much to take, and you drop yourself clumisly back to the floor. It seems you're in no shape yet to pull this off. You breathlessly jogged over to Dean, and with a wordless look, he could see you needed to abort.<br/><br/>
[[Escape to the Mess Room and try this another day.|SSYmessRoom][$sidneyConvoState = 9; $sidneyLensAttemptToday = 1; $ap -= 1; $ssy1SidneyTriedClimbingPipe = 0; $ssy1SidneyTriedBuildingSteps = 0]]
<<else>>
There was still a fair bit to climb.<br/><br/>
<<if $ssy1SidneyTriedClimbingPipe is 1>><<else>><div class="choice">[[Forget this. Go back down and try stacking the boxes instead.|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 30]]</div><br/><</if>>
<div class="choice">[[Keep climbing.|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 14]]</div>
<</if>>
<<elseif $sidneyConvoState is 14>>
Your fair hands weren't made for this. They felt like they were burning as you continued the ascent.<br/><br/>
<<if $wearingThighStockings is 1 and $wearingGarters is 1>>
As agonizing as this was, the way your stockings rubbed against the pipe felt kind of good on your legs. Your garters held them in place, and the strain of the material made you want to brush your hand against them for a feel. How were you even thinking of this right now - this wasn't a time for distraction!<br/><br/>
<<set $enduranceTaken to 1>>
<<include "physicalEnduranceSystem">>
<<elseif $wearingThighStockings is 1 and $wearingGarters is 0>>
As you came closer to the top, you felt one of your thigh high stockings come loose, tickling at your leg as it began to fall. Your instinct made you go to grab for it, and in the process you started to lose your balance. You were lucky enough to catch a small bump in the wall, and with everything you had pulled yourself back up. Wearing hold ups without garters was always going to be risky!<br/><br/>
<<set $enduranceTaken to 2>>
<<include "physicalEnduranceSystem">>
<<else>>
It was agonizing, but you were getting so close. As you tired, you squeezed your bare legs against the pipe for support. You really weren't dressed appropriately for this, but with your recent life changes, it's wasn't as if you had anything more suitable.<br/><br/>
<<set $enduranceTaken to 1>>
<<include "physicalEnduranceSystem">>
<</if>>
<<if $playerEndurance lte 0>>
You're exhausted! To grip the pipe even a moment longer is too much to bear, and you drop yourself clumisly back to the floor. It seems you're in no shape yet to pull this off. You breathlessly jogged over to Dean, and with a wordless look, he could see you needed to abort.<br/><br/>
[[Escape to the Mess Room and try this another day.|SSYmessRoom][$sidneyConvoState = 9; $sidneyLensAttemptToday = 1; $ap -= 1; $ssy1SidneyTriedClimbingPipe = 0; $ssy1SidneyTriedBuildingSteps = 0]]
<<else>>
With one last heave, you came to within arms distance of the CCTV device. Luckily there was a rim around it you could stand on for support. You can finally reach the camera!<br/><br/>
[[Unscrew the lens.|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 40; $ssy1SidneyTriedBuildingSteps = 2]]
<</if>>
<<elseif $sidneyConvoState is 30>>
<img src="images/scenes/zSissy1_cctvBoxStack.jpg" alt="Picture of boxes to stack." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
The boxes were so much heavier than they looked, but at least that made them well suited to support you. It took some doing, but you managed to build a pillar you could stand on to reach the camera. The only problem was, you now had to find a way on top of it in the first place!<br/><br/>
<<set $enduranceTaken to 1>>
<<include "physicalEnduranceSystem">>
<<if $playerEndurance lte 0>>
You're exhausted! Moving these boxes about was way tougher than it looked. You breathlessly jogged over to Dean, and with a wordless look, he could see you needed to abort.<br/><br/>
[[Escape to the Mess Room and try this another day.|SSYmessRoom][$sidneyConvoState = 9; $sidneyLensAttemptToday = 1; $ap -= 1; $ssy1SidneyTriedClimbingPipe = 0; $ssy1SidneyTriedBuildingSteps = 0]]
<<else>>
<<if $ssy1SidneyTriedClimbingPipe is 1>><<else>><div class="choice">[[Forget this. Try climbing the pipe instead.|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 10]]</div><br/><</if>>
<div class="choice">[[Try building some steps.|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 31]]</div>
<</if>>
<<elseif $sidneyConvoState is 31>>
<<if $largeStepMade is 0 and $smallStepMade is 0>>
Lugging around these boxes takes so much energy. How are you going to go about this?<br/><br/>
<<elseif $largeStepMade is 1 and $smallStepMade is 0>>
<<set $enduranceTaken to 1>>
<<include "physicalEnduranceSystem">>
You've built a large step against the pillar. It's potentially climbable?<br/><br/>
<<elseif $largeStepMade is 0 and $smallStepMade is 1>>
<<set $enduranceTaken to 1>>
<<include "physicalEnduranceSystem">>
You've built a small step against the pillar. It's potentially climbable?<br/><br/>
<<elseif $largeStepMade is 1 and $smallStepMade is 1>>
<<set $enduranceTaken to 1>>
<<include "physicalEnduranceSystem">>
A sturdy set of steps lead up to the pillar now. Let's hope this works.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerEndurance lte 0>>
You're exhausted! Moving these boxes about was way tougher than it looked - you can barely move a muscle! You breathlessly jogged over to Dean, and with a wordless look, he could see you needed to abort.<br/><br/>
[[Escape to the Mess Room and try this another day.|SSYmessRoom][$sidneyConvoState = 9; $sidneyLensAttemptToday = 1; $ap -= 1; $ssy1SidneyTriedClimbingPipe = 0; $ssy1SidneyTriedBuildingSteps = 0]]
<<else>>
<<if $largeStepMade is 0>><div class="choice">[[Make a large step.|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 31; $largeStepMade = 1]]</div><</if>><br/>
<<if $smallStepMade is 0>><div class="choice">[[Make a small step.|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 31; $smallStepMade = 1]]</div><br/><</if>>
<<if $largeStepMade is 1 or $smallStepMade is 1>><div class="choice">[[Try to get up on the pillar.|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 32]]</div><</if>>
<</if>>
<<elseif $sidneyConvoState is 32>>
<<if $largeStepMade is 1 and $smallStepMade is 0>>
Hoisting yourself up onto the big step you made isn't easy, but you just about manage. Fortunately, getting from there to the pillar is effortless. You managed to get up - surprising even yourself!<br/><br/>
<<set $enduranceTaken to 2>>
<<include "physicalEnduranceSystem">>
<<elseif $largeStepMade is 0 and $smallStepMade is 1>>
The small step is easy to climb, but getting from that to the pillar isn't. With great effort, you were able to hoist yourself up onto it. You managed to get up - surprising even yourself!<br/><br/>
<<set $enduranceTaken to 2>>
<<include "physicalEnduranceSystem">>
<<elseif $largeStepMade is 1 and $smallStepMade is 1>>
The sturdy set of steps you built lead you effortlessly up onto the pillar. That hard work paid off!<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerEndurance lte 0>>
That climb was too much, you're completely exhausted! Unable to exert much more, you slid yourself back down to the floor and breathlessly jogged over to Dean. With a wordless look, he could see you needed to abort.<br/><br/>
[[Escape to the Mess Room and try this another day.|SSYmessRoom][$sidneyConvoState = 9; $sidneyLensAttemptToday = 1; $ap -= 1; $ssy1SidneyTriedClimbingPipe = 0; $ssy1SidneyTriedBuildingSteps = 0]]
<<else>>
[[Reach for the camera.|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 33]]
<</if>>
<<elseif $sidneyConvoState is 33>>
You were almost there, all you needed now was to keep your balance as you stood and reached up to the camera.<br/><br/>
<<if $wearingHeels is 1>>
Almost immediately you wobbled on your ankle, quickly learning how terribly suited heels are for this kind of thing! It took a hard push against the side wall to support yourself as you slowly stood up on them.<br/><br/>
<<set $enduranceTaken to 2>>
<<include "physicalEnduranceSystem">>
<</if>>
<<if $wearingThighStockings is 1 and $wearingGarters is 0>>
As you almost came to stand up completely, you felt one of your thigh high stockings come loose, tickling at your leg as it began to fall. Your instinct made you go to grab for it, and in the process you started to lose your balance on the pillar. Only just managing to reach out to the wall in time to steady yourself again. That's what you get for wearing hold ups without garters!<br/><br/>
<<set $enduranceTaken to 2>>
<<include "physicalEnduranceSystem">>
<</if>>
<<if $largeStepMade is 0 and $smallStepMade is 1>>
As you stretched your arm out to unscrew the camera's lens, you felt the pillar begin to sway underneath you, forcing you to squat down to balance on it again. Supported against nothing other than the small step made this a flimsy foundation to stand on. When it was settled back into place, it took you a real effort to move steadily into position.<br/><br/>
<<set $enduranceTaken to 1>>
<<include "physicalEnduranceSystem">>
<</if>>
<<if $playerEndurance lte 0>>
Your legs were shaking uncontrollably. You tried to stabilize them through sheer will, but it was impossible. Unable to exert much more, you slid yourself back down to the floor and breathlessly jogged over to Dean. With a wordless look, he could see you needed to abort.<br/><br/>
[[Escape to the Mess Room and try this another day.|SSYmessRoom][$sidneyConvoState = 9; $sidneyLensAttemptToday = 1; $ap -= 1; $ssy1SidneyTriedClimbingPipe = 0; $ssy1SidneyTriedBuildingSteps = 0]]
<<else>>
You were in position - finally the camera was within your grasp!<br/><br/>
[[Unscrew the lens.|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 40; $ssy1SidneyTriedBuildingSteps = 2]]
<</if>>
<<elseif $sidneyConvoState is 40>>
Finally it was within grasp! You loosened the lens cap, which burst forward before suspending in the air on it's attached cables. A surprising amount of material seemed to spurt out with it, falling past you to the ground. You unfastened the real lens and pocketed it within the cup of your bra.<br/><br/>
Next you took out Sidney's device from the container, rewiring the cables to the part of it you were now affectionately referring to as 'the dickhole'. Slowly growing in volume, you heard Dean begin to mockingly sing the the Mission Impossible theme.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Oi! You better still be watching!"<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Dun dun dundun, dun dun - ha, it's all good - da na naaaaah, da na naaaaaah, da na naaaaaah, nuh nuh! Dun dun-"<br/><br/>
Honestly, what a position you had got yourself in. Infiltrating a security station dressed like this and hacking a CCTV camera with some cock shaped device was a weird situation, even for you. With Sidney's gadget installed, you swiftly got out of view so it could make the freeze frame of the empty office.<br/><br/>
<<if $ssy1SidneyTriedBuildingSteps is 2>>
Hastily you shoved the boxes roughly back into place. The area was already messy enough; as long as the pillar no longer existed nobody would suspect anything.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
With that out the way, you rushed to descend back down the pipe, an effortless task in comparison to doing the opposite.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
On the floor was whatever material fell out of the camera, it was some kind of metallic wire. You scooped it up and went for the exit, which apparently was fortunate timing.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Someone's coming - let's fucking get!"<br/><br/>
[[Run back to the workshop.|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 41; $ssy1SidneyTriedBuildingSteps = 2]]
<<elseif $sidneyConvoState is 41>>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"*Huff* Fuck... that was intense!"<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"It was of been the music - makes the stakes feel higher."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Ha... *huff*... that was way too close. And getting up there... *huff*... almost killed me."<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Fair play, you pulled it off, bud!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Couldn't of done it without you. I seriously owe you one."<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Pfft, it's good. It's got me thinking though, maybe I can make some cash doing this - being a scout, y'know? Feels like there's demand for it."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Go for it. You'd be great at it - especially if you could do it without the distractions."<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>"Aha - gotta have a little fun, mate! Which reminds me, I got places to be. Let's hang sometime soon, and without the petty criminality, yeah?"<br/><br/>
Though you could of left with him, you figured while you were so close to The Foundry you may as well visit Sidney. Not only to return the device casing, but also ask about the wire you found. If that was supposed to be inside the camera, had you fucked up the installation?<br/><br/>
You were greeted inside this time by Pete.<br/><br/>
<span class="pete">Pete:</span> "Back here again? What is it, something wrong with the device? Ah I see, it wasn't thick enough for ya, was it? Ah ha ha!"<br/><br/>
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>>
You felt taken back by the hostile tone in his voice, but as the crew's bitch you didn't have it in you to talk back to him.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
You felt taken back by the hostile tone in his voice, it felt harsher than some frat-boy style banter. For now, it felt best to try diffusing it.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Very funny... look, can I just speak to Sidney?"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="pete">Pete:</span> "How about you just fuck off. The Chief doesn't need you walking round here like some fucking joke."<br/><br/>
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>>
<div class="choice">[["I'm not trying to cause trouble, " + $KeatonCrewTitle + ". I just need to speak to Sidney."|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 42; $ssy1sidneyResponseToPete = 1; $subStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<<else>>
<div class="choice">[["What's your deal? Do you have a problem with me?"|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 42; $ssy1sidneyResponseToPete = 2; $domStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I installed the device but there was a complication. I just want to ask Sidney about it. That's it."|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 42; $ssy1sidneyResponseToPete = 3; $charmStat += 1]]</div>
<</if>>
<<elseif $sidneyConvoState is 42>>
<<if $ssy1sidneyResponseToPete is 1>>
<span class="pete">Pete:</span> "What the fuck are you doing addressing me like that? You mincing little freak!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"I-I just need to-"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $ssy1sidneyResponseToPete is 2>>
<span class="pete">Pete:</span> "What if I do, ay? Think we want a mincing little freak keep coming round here? The men respect this place!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"What!? I'm not trying to-"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $ssy1sidneyResponseToPete is 3>>
<span class="pete">Pete:</span> "You just want to ask yourself why you're a fucking freak!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"What does that even mean!? I-"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong: 42 Pete response.
<</if>>
Before you could finish, Pete angrily rose from his chair, inadvertently knocking whatever he had been working on to a clattering mess on the floor. If that hadn't happened he would of lunged right at you!<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "HEY!!! What the hell is this? Pete, what the fuck are you doing, boy!?"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zsidney.jpg" alt="Picture of Sidney" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="pete">Pete:</span> "Chief! It's that fucking si-"<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "This recklessness is way out of line! Get outta here, and don't come back until you can handle yourself! This is very disappointing, lad."<br/><br/>
Something in Pete knew better than to talk back, though you could see he wanted to. As imposing as this furious version of Sidney appeared, it didn't seem like fear was what made Pete comply. As he sulked away, he made an intentional effort to ignore you.<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "I, uh... I'm sorry about him, again. This is our workplace, mind you..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"I wasn't trying to cause trouble, honestly. I just came to ask you about this...."<br/><br/>
You showed him the wire bunched up in your hand.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/cctvWire.jpg" alt="Picture of wire that came out the CCTV camera" class="storyImage">
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "What the... where did you get all this!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"It sprang out the monitor when the lens came off."<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Well I'll be... do you know what this is?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Copper wiring... which makes me worried I may have broke something."|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 43; $SSYSidneyBondPoints +=1; $SSYSidneyWiresQuestion = 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Wires? So wouldn't this mean I broke the camera?"|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 43;]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Bronze wiring, right? Shouldn't this still be inside the camera?"|SSYSidney1][$sidneyConvoState = 43]]</div>
<<elseif $sidneyConvoState is 43>>
<<if $SSYSidneyWiresQuestion is 1>>
<div class="bondPointsIncreaseDisplay sidneyBondPointsIncrease"><img class="bondHeartsIcon" src="images/extras/whiteHeart1.png"><img class="bondPointsUpArrow" src="images/extras/whiteUpArrow.png"></div>
Sidney seemed genuinely impressed by your hunch.<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "It's copper alright... but you don't need to worry about the camera. It's working fine."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Really?"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Specifically it's copper. You don't need to worry about the camera though - it's working fine."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Really?"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Believe it or not, back when the 4470's were built there was a surplus of copper wiring. The company that made this had too much to store, so they padded it inside the camera to keep the circuit boards in place during shipping."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"That's crazy. Isn't copper worth a lot these days?"<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Sure is. And it's in especially short supply round here - you could make a decent buck selling it to the commissary."<br/><br/>
You glanced at all the creative works around you as he spoke, and an urge within you made it feel right to hand the copper to Sidney.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"You should have this..."<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Huh, me!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Yeah. Consider it a tip."<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "No need for that... the work was all paid for."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"It's best in the hands of someone who can make good use of it, and that seems to be you."<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Well, I... thank you."<br/><br/>
As grateful as he seemed to be, you sensed the that familiar sense of awkwardness from him. When it came to discussing his craft, he would talk with so openly, but when those conversations were over he became intensively reserved. This was becoming a sign to leave you were getting used to, but when you turned away, you felt the lens wedged behind your bra cup dig into you.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Ah, I almost forget. The container for your device, I brought that back to."<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Oh... no need to give that back. You keep it."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"You can't reuse it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Err... well. Actually, I just... don't want it around. Not my proudest work."<br/><br/>
It was a strange remark, especially considering how high quality it's craft was. Was this because of it's penis shape? Sidney seemed proud of it up until Pete ruthlessly mocked it in front of you.<br/><br/>
You were still tempted to hand it back regardless, taking the lens and screwing it into the container's base. Now it had a hefty weight to it, which stirred up quite the idea... <br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">You see it, don't you? Your own homemade dildo! Just think of things you can finally try with that!</span><br/><br/>
<<if $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'inferiorityComplex'>>
<span class="innerIdentity shame shameSource1 inferiority"><span class="innerThoughtLabel shameSource1Label">[Inferiority]: </span>N-no! You're playing into exactly how Pete described you. Have some self-respect!</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'internalizedSocialStigma'>>
<span class="innerIdentity shame shameSource1 internalizedSocialStigma"><span class="innerThoughtLabel shameSource1Label">[Social Stigma]: </span>D-don't! You'd be doing exactly what Pete shamed you for. Have some self-respect!</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerComplexShameSource1 is 'slutShame'>>
<span class="innerIdentity shame shameSource1 slutShame"><span class="innerThoughtLabel shameSource1Label">[Slut Shame]: </span>Can't even look at this without imagining a cock to slobber over? No wonder Pete got to you... he was right. Have some self-respect!</span><br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="innerSissyText">Fuck what others think! Keep it!</span><br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"I'll... I'll take it. T-thanks."<br/><br/>
You said a polite, if shy, goodbye to each other, and began to leave. Once again, you took in the wonder of the things created in here.<br/><br/>
Near the exit, your attention was caught by something you hadn't seen in years - the face of a Furby! For some reason it's body had been modified to look like a sausage dog, and there was a button on it's head that was too irresistible to not press. In a deep voice that was ridiculously out of character it yelled 'HUBBA HUBBA'. It made you burst out laughing.<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Heh... think he likes you!"<br/><br/>
You turned to see Sidney not far behind you, twisting the copper wire around his finger.<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "We made that for a laugh. You, uh... you seem to appreciate stuff like this. Like, craftsmanship, and all that."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Who wouldn't? This whole place seems amazing - I kinda wish I was allowed to get involved myself."<br/><br/>
He paused for a moment with a pained expression, and after a little deliberation, surprised you.<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "You... should come round here again. You said you were creative, didn't you? Here's a place you could put that to good use."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Wow... yes, I'd love that!"<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Just, erm... well, how do I say this. Just, when you visit here... do it when Pete's not around."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Oh... sure. It's not like I was keen to bumping into him again."<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "He's done some overtime recently, but he won't be around here most Monday, Tuesday or Wednesdays."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You: </span>"Got it."<br/><br/>
<span class="sidney">Sidney:</span> "Thanks for understanding. So, yeah... welcome aboard."<br/><br/>
<span class="bondHeader sidneyBondHeader">BOND MADE WITH SIDNEY</span>
<span class="bond sidneyBond">
Sidney says you're welcome to use The Foundry... when Pete's not around.
<span class="bondPerkHeader">Bond Perk:</span> <span class="bondPerk">Makeshift dildo?</span>
</span>
<<set $sidneyBondLevel to 1>>
<<set $SSYSidneyState to 2>>
<<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Makeshift dildo'>>
<span class="loudNoiseBlue">*WOOP WOOP*</span>
<br/>
The pair of you were both startled by the sudden random shouts of the Furby-dog coming back alive. It seemed like the appropriate note to end things on.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom][$ap -= 1]]
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
/* Set up the player's current endurance if it hasn't been set up that day. It refills after sleep */
<<if $playerPhysicalEnduranceSetToday is 0>>
<<set $playerPhysicalEnduranceSetToday to 1>>
<<set $playerEndurance to 0>>
<<if $strStat > 0>><<set $playerEndurance += $strStat>><</if>>
<<if $stamStat > 0>><<set $playerEndurance += $stamStat>><</if>>
<<if $tonedStat > 0>><<set $playerEndurance += $tonedStat>><</if>>
<<if $assStat > 0>><<set $playerEndurance += $assStat>><</if>>
<<set $maxPlayerEndurance to $playerEndurance>>
<<else>>
<</if>>
/* Calculate changes to the player's endurance */
<<set $endurancePointsThisRound to $enduranceAdded -= $enduranceTaken>>
<<set $playerEndurance += $endurancePointsThisRound>>
/*Display player's endurance meter */
<div class='playerPhysicalEnduranceBar'>
<<showmeter '$playerPhysicalEndurance' `$playerEndurance / $maxPlayerEndurance`>>
<<if $endurancePointsThisRound lt 0>>
<div class="enduranceIndicatorIcon"><span class="enduranceDownArrow"><img src="images/extras/enduranceDownArrow.png" alt="Down arrow icon" class="enduranceDownIcon"></span>$endurancePointsThisRound</div>
<<elseif $endurancePointsThisRound gt 0>>
<div class="enduranceIndicatorIcon"><span class="enduranceUpArrow"><img src="images/extras/enduranceUpArrow.png" alt="Up arrow icon" class="enduranceDownIcon"></span>$endurancePointsThisRound</div>
<<else>>
<br/>
<</if>>
</div>
/* Cap the Endurance meter to max */
<<if $playerEndurance gt $maxPlayerEndurance>>
<<set $playerEndurance to $maxPlayerEndurance>>
<</if>>
/* Init endurance vairables for next round */
<<set $endurancePointsThisRound to 0>>
<<set $enduranceTaken to 0>>
<<set $enduranceAdded to 0>>
<</nobr>>There's nothing for you to do here right now.
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]<<nobr>>
The dial tone rang on for a good while making a sudden click. You'd reached $gf's voice mail.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf's voice: </span>"Hey, sorry I couldn't take your call. Work needs me for a business trip. Please leave your message after the tone. Oh, and $name, if that's you - sorry about this. I should be back pretty soon after your 'big new experience'. Speak to you soon!"<br/><br/>
<span class="loudNoise centerPassageText">*BEEEEEEP!*</span><br/>
So $gf wasn't home right now. It wasn't exactly unusual, her work often demanded a lot from her. Times like this made you regret not learning $gf's mobile number, but at least you'd have plenty to talk about when she returned.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|Mess Room][$daysSinceCalledGf = 0; $heardEncouragingGfAnsweringMessage = 1]]
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $storySkipToolState is 0>>
The story skipper is intended for players who have played the game before. It will spoil parts of the story if you haven't, and future parts may not make sense to you.<br/><br/>
Please set the character names:<br/><br/>
<span class="inputQuestion">What is your name?:</span><br/>
<<textbox "$name" "Jamie">><br/><br/>
<span class="inputQuestion">What is the name of your girlfriend?:</span><br/>
<<textbox "$gf" "Jenny">><br/><br/>
<span class="inputQuestion">What is the name of your friend who was involved with your crime?:</span><br/>
<<textbox "$mate" "Victor">><br/><br/>
What was the crime you committed?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$playerCrime" launder checked>><span>Laundered money</span>
<<radiobutton "$playerCrime" hacker>><span>Hacked a website</span><br/><br/>
Before Grenton, did you have a history of crossdressing?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$playerHistory" normal>><span>No</span>
<<radiobutton "$playerHistory" cd checked>><span>Yes</span><br/><br/>
[[Continue|StorySkipTool][$storySkipToolState = 1]]
<<if $playerInventory.has('Walkman')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Walkman'>><</if>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Photos of $gf')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Photos of $gf'>><</if>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Wallet')>><<drop '$playerInventory' 'Wallet'>><<else>><</if>>
<<set $money += 10>>
<<elseif $storySkipToolState is 1>>
<<if $playerHistory is 'cd'>>
<<set $playerVirgin to 'unknown'>>
<<set $pervStat += 1>>
Did you try on the panties $gf gave you?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$playerTriedPanties" yes checked>><span>Yes</span>
<<radiobutton "$playerTriedPanties" no>><span>No</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerHistory is 'normal'>>
<<set $playerVirgin to 'no'>>
<<set $charmStat += 1>>
<</if>>
How did you describe $mate when Keaton asked you about him?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$mateHistory" tough checked>><span>Tough</span><br/>
<<radiobutton "$mateHistory" weak>><span>Weak</span><br/><br/>
<<set $spPantiesRequest to 'unknown'>>
How did approach your request for panties from $gf?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$spPantiesRequest" keepsake checked>><span>Told her you wanted a sexy keepsake of her.</span><br/>
<<radiobutton "$spPantiesRequest" tribute>><span>Told her you needed it as a tribute to a Grenton inhabitant.</span><br/>
<<radiobutton "$spPantiesRequest" shortSkirt>><span>Told her to wear a short skirt at your visit.</span><br/><br/>
<<set $spCrimeExcuse to 'unknown'>>
<<if $playerCrime is 'launder'>>
<<set $subStat += 1>>
What excuse did you give to $gf for your crime?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$spCrimeExcuse" money checked>><span>A poor attempt to make extra money.</span><br/>
<<radiobutton "$spCrimeExcuse" troublefreeLaunder>><span>Went along with it, thinking it would be most troublefree way.</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerCrime is 'hacker'>>
<<set $pervStat += 1>>
What excuse did you give to $gf for your crime?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$spCrimeExcuse" money checked>><span>You got greedy, wanted extra money from it.</span><br/>
<<radiobutton "$spCrimeExcuse" troublefreeHacker>><span>A stupid mistake, made when you were horny.</span><br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong. playerCrime $playerCrime
<</if>>
How did $mate look to you when you saw him for the first time in Grenton?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$mateType" dom checked>><span>More masculine than before</span><br/>
<<radiobutton "$mateType" sissy>><span>Somewhat feminine</span><br/><br/>
[[Start game from here|StorySkipTool][$storySkipToolState = 'beginFromPrologue']]<br/>
[[Skip 'Eager Sissy' Part 1 (WARNING: This feature has not been throughly tested)|StorySkipTool][$storySkipToolState = '1EagerSissy']]
<<elseif $storySkipToolState is 'beginFromPrologue'>>
<<if $spPantiesRequest is 'keepsake'>>
<<set $pervStat += 1>>
<<elseif $spPantiesRequest is 'tribute'>>
<<set $subStat += 1>>
<<set $gfRespect -= 1>>
<<elseif $spPantiesRequest is 'shortSkirt'>>
<<set $charmStat += 1>>
<<set $gfRespect += 1>>
<<set $gfWearSkirt = 1>>
<<else>>
Something wrong. spPantiesRequest $spPantiesRequest.
<</if>>
<<if $spCrimeExcuse is 'money'>>
<<set $charmStat += 1>>
<<elseif $spCrimeExcuse is 'troublefreeLaunder'>>
<<set $subStat += 1>>
<<set $gfRespect -= 1>>
<<elseif $spCrimeExcuse is 'troublefreeHacker'>>
<<set $pervStat += 1>>
<<set $gfRespect -= 1>>
<<else>>
Something wrong: spCrimeExcuse $spCrimeExcuse.
<</if>>
A reminder of what happened:<br/><br/>
You were sent live in Grenton Personal Growth Center after committing a non-violent crime.<br/>
You met some inhabitants (Michael, Khan, Anderson and Dean).<br/>
You were approached by Keaton to get a tribute of panties.<br/>
You were visited by $gf, who is still supporting you during this time.<br/>
After giving the panties to Keaton, he invited you to join his crew, offering you a chance at a more thrilling life inside Grenton.<br/><br/>
[[Continue story from when you accepted to join Keaton's crew|Prologue2][$prologue2State = "b13"; $storyState = 5]]
<<elseif $storySkipToolState is '1EagerSissy'>>
<<if $spPantiesRequest is 'keepsake'>>
<<set $pervStat += 1>>
<<elseif $spPantiesRequest is 'tribute'>>
<<set $subStat += 1>>
<<set $gfRespect -= 1>>
<<elseif $spPantiesRequest is 'shortSkirt'>>
<<set $charmStat += 1>>
<<set $gfRespect += 1>>
<<set $gfWearSkirt = 1>>
<<else>>
Something wrong. spPantiesRequest $spPantiesRequest.
<</if>>
<<if $spCrimeExcuse is 'money'>>
<<set $charmStat += 1>>
<<elseif $spCrimeExcuse is 'troublefreeLaunder'>>
<<set $subStat += 1>>
<<set $gfRespect -= 1>>
<<elseif $spCrimeExcuse is 'troublefreeHacker'>>
<<set $pervStat += 1>>
<<set $gfRespect -= 1>>
<<else>>
Something wrong: spCrimeExcuse $spCrimeExcuse.
<</if>>
Did you care about your relationship with $gf when you decided to become a sissy for Keaton's event?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$playerStartType" sissybf checked>><span>Yes</span>
<<radiobutton "$playerStartType" sissy>><span>No</span><br/><br/>
Did you call $gf between the time you got Keaton's note, and his event?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$keatonEventRangGf" 1 checked>><span>Yes</span>
<<radiobutton "$keatonEventRangGf" 0>><span>No</span><br/><br/>
Did you ask Dean for advice?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$deanAdvised" 1 checked>><span>Yes</span>
<<radiobutton "$deanAdvised" 0>><span>No</span><br/><br/>
Did you ask Anderson for advice?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$andersonAdvised" 1 checked>><span>Yes</span>
<<radiobutton "$andersonAdvised" 0>><span>No</span><br/><br/>
Did you ask Khan for advice?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$khanAdvised" 1 checked>><span>Yes</span>
<<radiobutton "$khanAdvised" 0>><span>No</span><br/><br/>
Did you make a deal with Anderson to swap your photos of $gf for his help?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$andersonSissyDeal" 1 checked>><span>Yes</span>
<<radiobutton "$andersonSissyDeal" 0>><span>No</span><br/><br/>
[[Continue|StorySkipTool][$storySkipToolState = '1EagerSissy2']]
<<elseif $storySkipToolState is '1EagerSissy2'>>
<<if $deanAdvised is 1>><<set $deanAdvisedSissy is 1>><<else>><<set $deanAdvisedSissy is 0>><</if>>
<<if $andersonAdvised is 1>><<set $andersonAdvisedSissy is 1>><<else>><<set $andersonAdvisedSissy is 0>><</if>>
<<if $khanAdvised is 1>><<set $khanAdvisedSissy is 1>><<else>><<set $khanAdvisedSissy is 0>><</if>>
<<if $playerStartType is 'sissy' and $keatonEventRangGf is 1>>
<<set $gfType to 'mentor'>>
<<else>>
<<set $gfType to 'unknown'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerStartType is 'sissybf' and $keatonEventRangGf is 1>>
After visiting $gf before Keaton's event, what is your relationship with her like?<br/>
<<radiobutton "$gfType" open checked>><span>I was open with her, and she seems really into it!</span><br/>
<<radiobutton "$gfType" mentor>><span>I was open with her, we broke up but she's supportive and we're still friends.</span><br/>
<<radiobutton "$gfType" cuck>><span>I knew $gf would be against what I was doing, and didn't tell her.</span><br/><br/>
<<else>>
<<set $gfType to 'unknown'>>
<</if>>
<<if $khanAdvised is 1>>
Did you buy the lingerie which Khan arranged for the commissary to sell you?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$khanState6Gift" 1 checked>><span>Yes</span>
<<radiobutton "$khanState6Gift" 0>><span>No</span><br/><br/>
<<else>>
<<set $khanState6Gift to 0>>
<</if>>
On the night you couldn't sleep, you imagined a horny fantasy. What did your mind conjure?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$playerSexDream" loseVirginityFantasy checked>><span>A fantasy of losing your virginity</span><br/>
<<radiobutton "$playerSexDream" pictureYourselfAsAWoman>><span>A fantasy where you pictured yourself as a woman</span><br/>
<<if $playerStartType is 'sissybf'>>
<<radiobutton "$playerSexDream" cdSexWithGf>><span>A fantasy of dressing up with $gf</span><br/>
<</if>>
<br/>
[[Continue|StorySkipTool][$storySkipToolState = '1EagerSissy3']]
<<elseif $storySkipToolState is '1EagerSissy3'>>
<<if $playerSexDream is 'loseVirginityFantasy'>>
<<set $playerVirgin to 'yes'>>
<<set $playerOrientation to 'gay'>>
<<set $subStat += 2>>
<<elseif $playerSexDream is 'pictureYourselfAsAWoman'>>
<<set $subStat += 1>>
<<set $pervStat += 1>>
Which of these reasons made you reluctant to be a sissy before Grenton?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$playerResistSissyUrgeReason" virgin checked>><span>Because you're a virgin - you saw yourself losing yours to a woman first.</span><br/>
<<radiobutton "$playerResistSissyUrgeReason" itsGay>><span>Because it's gay - and despite your urges, you don't find men attractive.</span><br/>
<<radiobutton "$playerResistSissyUrgeReason" socialPressure>><span>Because of social pressure. It was easier to deny it than admit you're a sissy and find men attractive.</span><br/><br/>
What do you feel your sexuality is?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$playerOrientation" gay>><span>Gay</span>
<<radiobutton "$playerOrientation" straightButSissy checked>><span>Straight, but with a need to be a sissy</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerSexDream is 'cdSexWithGf'>>
<<set $subStat += 1>>
<<set $pervStat += 1>>
What do you feel your sexuality is?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$playerOrientation" bi>><span>Bi</span>
<<radiobutton "$playerOrientation" straightButSissy checked>><span>Straight, but with a need to be a sissy</span><br/><br/>
Are you a virgin?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$playerVirgin" yes checked>><span>Yes</span>
<<radiobutton "$playerVirgin" no>><span>No</span><br/><br/>
<</if>>
[[Continue|StorySkipTool][$storySkipToolState = '1EagerSissy4']]
<<elseif $storySkipToolState is '1EagerSissy4'>>
<<if $playerSexDream is 'pictureYourselfAsAWoman'>>
<<if $playerResistSissyUrgeReason is 'virgin'>>
<<set $playerVirgin to 'yes'>>
What do you feel your sexuality is?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$playerOrientation" gay>><span>Gay</span>
<<radiobutton "$playerOrientation" straightButSissy checked>><span>Straight, but with a need to be a sissy</span><br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerResistSissyUrgeReason is 'itsGay'>>
Are you a virgin?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$playerVirgin" yes checked>><span>Yes</span>
<<radiobutton "$playerVirgin" no>><span>No</span><br/><br/>
<<set $playerOrientation to 'straightButSissy'>>
<<elseif $playerResistSissyUrgeReason is 'socialPressure'>>
Are you a virgin?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$playerVirgin" yes checked>><span>Yes</span>
<<radiobutton "$playerVirgin" no>><span>No</span><br/><br/>
What do you feel your sexuality is?:<br/>
<<radiobutton "$playerOrientation" gay>><span>Gay</span>
<<radiobutton "$playerOrientation" straightButSissy checked>><span>Straight, but with a need to be a sissy</span><br/><br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>
<<if $playerBras.has('Red satin bra')>><<else>><<pickup '$playerBras' 'Red satin bra'>><</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwears.has('Red satin panties')>><<else>><<pickup '$playerUnderwears' 'Red satin panties'>><</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $andersonSissyDeal is 1>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Grooming kit')>><<else>><<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Grooming kit'>><</if>>
<<set $smoothBody to 1>>
<<set $smoothDaysLeft to 4>>
<</if>>
<<set $money += 20>>
<<set $pervStat += 2>>
<<set $subStat += 2>>
<<set $charmStat += 1>>
<<set $courageStat += 1>>
<<set $assStat += 2>>
<<set $tonedStat += 2>>
[[Skip to start of Keaton's event|c1]]<br/>
[[Skip to after Keaton's event|SSYRoomIntro][$SSYRoomIntroState = 0]]
<<elseif $storySkipToolState is '1EagerSissy5'>>
Rock
<<else>>
Something wrong: storySkipToolState $storySkipToolState
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<div class="centerLinks">
<<link "Back to Room">>
<<goto "SSYRoom">>
<</link>>
<br/><br/>
</div>
<div>
A strange quirk of yours is that you plan out your bed clothes schedule not by what you'll go to sleep in, but what you'll wake up in... yes, it's weird.<br/><br/>
</div>
<div class="nightwearDaysRow">
<!-- Monday Slot-->
<div class="nightwearSlot nightwearMondaySlot">
<div class="nightwearDayTitle">Monday</div>
<div class="nightwearDayImageBox">
/* Add new item here */
<<if $nightwearMondayNight is "Fluffy Pink Pajamas">>
<img class="nightwearEquipSlot" src="images/items/fluffyPinkPajamas.jpg">
<<elseif $nightwearMondayNight is "Satin Pink Pajamas">>
<img class="nightwearEquipSlot" src="images/items/pinkSatinPajamas.jpg">
<<else>>
<img class="nightwearEquipSlot" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<</if>>
</div>
<<if $nightwearMondayNight is not 'none'>>
<<link "Remove">>
/*add this new line for each new item, for every remove */
<<if $nightwearMondayBonus is 'Morning Hug' and $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<if $nightwearMondayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In' and $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearMondayNight to 'none'>>
<<set $nightwearMondayBonus to 'none'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<<else>>
<<link 'Set nightwear'>>
<<dialog 'Set nightwear'>>
/* Add new item here */
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Fluffy Pink Pajamas') and $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet is 0>>
[[Fluffy Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearMondayNight = 'Fluffy Pink Pajamas'; $nightwearMondayBonus = 'Morning Hug'; $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet = 1; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<<elseif $playerNightwear.has('Fluffy Pink Pajamas')>>[[Fluffy Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearMondayNight = 'Fluffy Pink Pajamas'; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Satin Pink Pajamas') and $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet is 0>>
[[Satin Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearMondayNight = 'Satin Pink Pajamas'; $nightwearMondayBonus = 'Cosy Lie In'; $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet = 1; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<<elseif $playerNightwear.has('Satin Pink Pajamas')>>[[Satin Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearMondayNight = 'Satin Pink Pajamas'; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Painjamas')>>[[Painjamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearMondayNight = 'Painjamas'; Dialog.close()]]<br/><</if>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Robe')>>[[Robe|SSYNightwear][$nightwearMondayNight = 'Robe'; Dialog.close()]]<br/><</if>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearMondayBonus is not 'none'>>
<div class="nightWearBonusBox">$nightwearMondayBonus</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<!-- End of Monday Slot-->
<!-- Tuesday Slot-->
<div class="nightwearSlot nightwearTuesdaySlot">
<div class="nightwearDayTitle">Tuesday</div>
<div class="nightwearDayImageBox">
/* Add new item here */
<<if $nightwearTuesdayNight is "Fluffy Pink Pajamas">>
<img class="nightwearEquipSlot" src="images/items/fluffyPinkPajamas.jpg">
<<elseif $nightwearTuesdayNight is "Satin Pink Pajamas">>
<img class="nightwearEquipSlot" src="images/items/pinkSatinPajamas.jpg">
<<else>>
<img class="nightwearEquipSlot" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<</if>>
</div>
<<if $nightwearTuesdayNight is not 'none'>>
<<link "Remove">>
/*add this new line for each new item, for every remove */
<<if $nightwearTuesdayBonus is 'Morning Hug' and $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<if $nightwearTuesdayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In' and $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearTuesdayNight to 'none'>>
<<set $nightwearTuesdayBonus to 'none'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<<else>>
<<link 'Set nightwear'>>
<<dialog 'Set nightwear'>>
/* Add new item here */
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Fluffy Pink Pajamas') and $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet is 0>>
[[Fluffy Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearTuesdayNight = 'Fluffy Pink Pajamas'; $nightwearTuesdayBonus = 'Morning Hug'; $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet = 1; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<<elseif $playerNightwear.has('Fluffy Pink Pajamas')>>[[Fluffy Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearTuesdayNight = 'Fluffy Pink Pajamas'; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Satin Pink Pajamas') and $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet is 0>>
[[Satin Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearTuesdayNight = 'Satin Pink Pajamas'; $nightwearTuesdayBonus = 'Cosy Lie In'; $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet = 1; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<<elseif $playerNightwear.has('Satin Pink Pajamas')>>[[Satin Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearTuesdayNight = 'Satin Pink Pajamas'; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Painjamas')>>[[Painjamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearTuesdayNight = 'Painjamas'; Dialog.close()]]<br/><</if>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Robe')>>[[Robe|SSYNightwear][$nightwearTuesdayNight = 'Robe'; Dialog.close()]]<br/><</if>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearTuesdayBonus is not 'none'>>
<div class="nightWearBonusBox">$nightwearTuesdayBonus</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<!-- End of Tuesday Slot-->
<!-- Wednesday Slot-->
<div class="nightwearSlot nightwearWednesdaySlot">
<div class="nightwearDayTitle">Wednesday</div>
<div class="nightwearDayImageBox">
/* Add new item here */
<<if $nightwearWednesdayNight is "Fluffy Pink Pajamas">>
<img class="nightwearEquipSlot" src="images/items/fluffyPinkPajamas.jpg">
<<elseif $nightwearWednesdayNight is "Satin Pink Pajamas">>
<img class="nightwearEquipSlot" src="images/items/pinkSatinPajamas.jpg">
<<else>>
<img class="nightwearEquipSlot" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<</if>>
</div>
<<if $nightwearWednesdayNight is not 'none'>>
<<link "Remove">>
/*add this new line for each new item, for every remove */
<<if $nightwearWednesdayBonus is 'Morning Hug' and $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<if $nightwearWednesdayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In' and $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearWednesdayNight to 'none'>>
<<set $nightwearWednesdayBonus to 'none'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<<else>>
<<link 'Set nightwear'>>
<<dialog 'Set nightwear'>>
/* Add new item here */
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Fluffy Pink Pajamas') and $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet is 0>>
[[Fluffy Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearWednesdayNight = 'Fluffy Pink Pajamas'; $nightwearWednesdayBonus = 'Morning Hug'; $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet = 1; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<<elseif $playerNightwear.has('Fluffy Pink Pajamas')>>[[Fluffy Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearWednesdayNight = 'Fluffy Pink Pajamas'; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Satin Pink Pajamas') and $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet is 0>>
[[Satin Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearWednesdayNight = 'Satin Pink Pajamas'; $nightwearWednesdayBonus = 'Cosy Lie In'; $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet = 1; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<<elseif $playerNightwear.has('Satin Pink Pajamas')>>[[Satin Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearWednesdayNight = 'Satin Pink Pajamas'; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Painjamas')>>[[Painjamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearWednesdayNight = 'Painjamas'; Dialog.close()]]<br/><</if>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Robe')>>[[Robe|SSYNightwear][$nightwearWednesdayNight = 'Robe'; Dialog.close()]]<br/><</if>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearWednesdayBonus is not 'none'>>
<div class="nightWearBonusBox">$nightwearWednesdayBonus</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<!-- End of Wednesday Slot-->
<!-- Thursday Slot-->
<div class="nightwearSlot nightwearThursdaySlot">
<div class="nightwearDayTitle">Thursday</div>
<div class="nightwearDayImageBox">
/* Add new item here */
<<if $nightwearThursdayNight is "Fluffy Pink Pajamas">>
<img class="nightwearEquipSlot" src="images/items/fluffyPinkPajamas.jpg">
<<elseif $nightwearThursdayNight is "Satin Pink Pajamas">>
<img class="nightwearEquipSlot" src="images/items/pinkSatinPajamas.jpg">
<<else>>
<img class="nightwearEquipSlot" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<</if>>
</div>
<<if $nightwearThursdayNight is not 'none'>>
<<link "Remove">>
/*add this new line for each new item, for every remove */
<<if $nightwearThursdayBonus is 'Morning Hug' and $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<if $nightwearThursdayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In' and $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearThursdayNight to 'none'>>
<<set $nightwearThursdayBonus to 'none'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<<else>>
<<link 'Set nightwear'>>
<<dialog 'Set nightwear'>>
/* Add new item here */
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Fluffy Pink Pajamas') and $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet is 0>>
[[Fluffy Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearThursdayNight = 'Fluffy Pink Pajamas'; $nightwearThursdayBonus = 'Morning Hug'; $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet = 1; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<<elseif $playerNightwear.has('Fluffy Pink Pajamas')>>[[Fluffy Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearThursdayNight = 'Fluffy Pink Pajamas'; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Satin Pink Pajamas') and $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet is 0>>
[[Satin Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearThursdayNight = 'Satin Pink Pajamas'; $nightwearThursdayBonus = 'Cosy Lie In'; $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet = 1; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<<elseif $playerNightwear.has('Satin Pink Pajamas')>>[[Satin Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearThursdayNight = 'Satin Pink Pajamas'; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Painjamas')>>[[Painjamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearThursdayNight = 'Painjamas'; Dialog.close()]]<br/><</if>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Robe')>>[[Robe|SSYNightwear][$nightwearThursdayNight = 'Robe'; Dialog.close()]]<br/><</if>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearThursdayBonus is not 'none'>>
<div class="nightWearBonusBox">$nightwearThursdayBonus</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<!-- End of Thursday Slot-->
</div>
<!-- End of 1st day row div-->
<!-- Start of 2nd day row div-->
<div class="nightwearDaysRow">
<!-- Friday Slot-->
<div class="nightwearSlot nightwearFridaySlot">
<div class="nightwearDayTitle">Friday</div>
<div class="nightwearDayImageBox">
/* Add new item here */
<<if $nightwearFridayNight is "Fluffy Pink Pajamas">>
<img class="nightwearEquipSlot" src="images/items/fluffyPinkPajamas.jpg">
<<elseif $nightwearFridayNight is "Satin Pink Pajamas">>
<img class="nightwearEquipSlot" src="images/items/pinkSatinPajamas.jpg">
<<elseif $nightwearFridayNight is "Fluffy Pink Pajamas">>
<<else>>
<img class="nightwearEquipSlot" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<</if>>
</div>
<<if $nightwearFridayNight is not 'none'>>
<<link "Remove">>
/*add this new line for each new item, for every remove */
<<if $nightwearFridayBonus is 'Morning Hug' and $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<if $nightwearFridayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In' and $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearFridayNight to 'none'>>
<<set $nightwearFridayBonus to 'none'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<<else>>
<<link 'Set nightwear'>>
<<dialog 'Set nightwear'>>
/* Add new item here */
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Fluffy Pink Pajamas') and $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet is 0>>
[[Fluffy Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearFridayNight = 'Fluffy Pink Pajamas'; $nightwearFridayBonus = 'Morning Hug'; $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet = 1; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<<elseif $playerNightwear.has('Fluffy Pink Pajamas')>>[[Fluffy Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearFridayNight = 'Fluffy Pink Pajamas'; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Satin Pink Pajamas') and $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet is 0>>
[[Satin Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearFridayNight = 'Satin Pink Pajamas'; $nightwearFridayBonus = 'Cosy Lie In'; $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet = 1; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<<elseif $playerNightwear.has('Satin Pink Pajamas')>>[[Satin Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearFridayNight = 'Satin Pink Pajamas'; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Painjamas')>>[[Painjamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearFridayNight = 'Painjamas'; Dialog.close()]]<br/><</if>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Robe')>>[[Robe|SSYNightwear][$nightwearFridayNight = 'Robe'; Dialog.close()]]<br/><</if>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearFridayBonus is not 'none'>>
<div class="nightWearBonusBox">$nightwearFridayBonus</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<!-- End of Friday Slot-->
<!-- Saturday Slot-->
<div class="nightwearSlot nightwearSaturdaySlot">
<div class="nightwearDayTitle">Saturday</div>
<div class="nightwearDayImageBox">
/* Add new item here */
<<if $nightwearSaturdayNight is "Fluffy Pink Pajamas">>
<img class="nightwearEquipSlot" src="images/items/fluffyPinkPajamas.jpg">
<<elseif $nightwearSaturdayNight is "Satin Pink Pajamas">>
<img class="nightwearEquipSlot" src="images/items/pinkSatinPajamas.jpg">
<<else>>
<img class="nightwearEquipSlot" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<</if>>
</div>
<<if $nightwearSaturdayNight is not 'none'>>
<<link "Remove">>
/*add this new line for each new item, for every remove */
<<if $nightwearSaturdayBonus is 'Morning Hug' and $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<if $nightwearSaturdayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In' and $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearSaturdayNight to 'none'>>
<<set $nightwearSaturdayBonus to 'none'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<<else>>
<<link 'Set nightwear'>>
<<dialog 'Set nightwear'>>
/* Add new item here */
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Fluffy Pink Pajamas') and $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet is 0>>
[[Fluffy Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearSaturdayNight = 'Fluffy Pink Pajamas'; $nightwearSaturdayBonus = 'Morning Hug'; $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet = 1; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<<elseif $playerNightwear.has('Fluffy Pink Pajamas')>>[[Fluffy Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearSaturdayNight = 'Fluffy Pink Pajamas'; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Satin Pink Pajamas') and $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet is 0>>
[[Satin Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearSaturdayNight = 'Satin Pink Pajamas'; $nightwearSaturdayBonus = 'Cosy Lie In'; $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet = 1; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<<elseif $playerNightwear.has('Satin Pink Pajamas')>>[[Satin Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearSaturdayNight = 'Satin Pink Pajamas'; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Painjamas')>>[[Painjamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearSaturdayNight = 'Painjamas'; Dialog.close()]]<br/><</if>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Robe')>>[[Robe|SSYNightwear][$nightwearSaturdayNight = 'Robe'; Dialog.close()]]<br/><</if>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearSaturdayBonus is not 'none'>>
<div class="nightWearBonusBox">$nightwearSaturdayBonus</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<!-- End of Saturday Slot-->
<!-- Sunday Slot-->
<div class="nightwearSlot nightwearSundaySlot">
<div class="nightwearDayTitle">Sunday</div>
<div class="nightwearDayImageBox">
/* Add new item here */
<<if $nightwearSundayNight is "Fluffy Pink Pajamas">>
<img class="nightwearEquipSlot" src="images/items/fluffyPinkPajamas.jpg">
<<elseif $nightwearSundayNight is "Satin Pink Pajamas">>
<img class="nightwearEquipSlot" src="images/items/pinkSatinPajamas.jpg">
<<else>>
<img class="nightwearEquipSlot" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<</if>>
</div>
<<if $nightwearSundayNight is not 'none'>>
<<link "Remove">>
/*add this new line for each new item, for every remove */
<<if $nightwearSundayBonus is 'Morning Hug' and $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<if $nightwearSundayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In' and $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearSundayNight to 'none'>>
<<set $nightwearSundayBonus to 'none'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<<else>>
<<link 'Set nightwear'>>
<<dialog 'Set nightwear'>>
/* Add new item here */
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Fluffy Pink Pajamas') and $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet is 0>>
[[Fluffy Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearSundayNight = 'Fluffy Pink Pajamas'; $nightwearSundayBonus = 'Morning Hug'; $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet = 1; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<<elseif $playerNightwear.has('Fluffy Pink Pajamas')>>[[Fluffy Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearSundayNight = 'Fluffy Pink Pajamas'; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Satin Pink Pajamas') and $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet is 0>>
[[Satin Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearSundayNight = 'Satin Pink Pajamas'; $nightwearSundayBonus = 'Cosy Lie In'; $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet = 1; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<<elseif $playerNightwear.has('Satin Pink Pajamas')>>[[Satin Pink Pajamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearSundayNight = 'Satin Pink Pajamas'; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Painjamas')>>[[Painjamas|SSYNightwear][$nightwearSundayNight = 'Painjamas'; Dialog.close()]]<br/><</if>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Robe')>>[[Robe|SSYNightwear][$nightwearSundayNight = 'Robe'; Dialog.close()]]<br/><</if>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearSundayBonus is not 'none'>>
<div class="nightWearBonusBox">$nightwearSundayBonus</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<!-- End of Sunday Slot-->
</div>
<!-- End of 2nd day row div-->
<br/>
<div class="nightwearIntro">
Few things feel better than fresh PJs, but laundry won't take the same item more than once a week. With a little planning, you could arrange things so you get that fresh feeling whichever day you'd prefer.<br/>
</div>
<!-- Start of Fluffy Pink Pajamas section-->
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Fluffy Pink Pajamas')>>
<br/>
<div class="nightwearSelectBox">
<div class="nightwearSelectBoxImageSection">
<img class="nightwearSelectBoxImage" src="images/items/fluffyPinkPajamas.jpg">
</div>
<div class="nightwearSelectBoxDescription">
<div class="nightwearItemName">Fluffy Pink Pajamas</div>
A cute and cosy pajama set, the sheer fluffiness of which insulates a gentle warmth. Being a gift from $gf, it feels like being wrapped in one of her hugs.
</div>
<div class="nightwearSelectBoxBonusSection">
<div class="nightwearBonusName">Fresh Bonus: Morning Hug</div>
<div class="nightwearBonusDescription">Waking up in such comfort readies you for a more relaxed day, preferably with a good book. Your first reading session of the day will be more effective.</div>
<div class="nightwearSelectBoxTallyWarning">
<<if $nightwearBonusMorningHugTally gt 1>>
(At least $nightwearBonusMorningHugTally days before you can send to laundry.)<br/>
<<elseif $nightwearBonusMorningHugTally is 1>>
(Can't send to laundry until at least tomorrow.)<br/>
<<else>>
<</if>>
</div>
<div class="nightwearBonusSelection">
<<if $nightwearMondayBonus is 'Morning Hug'>>
<<link "Change fresh day">>
<<if $nightwearMondayBonus is 'Morning Hug' and $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearMondayBonus to 'none'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<<elseif $nightwearTuesdayBonus is 'Morning Hug'>>
<<link "Change fresh day">>
<<if $nightwearTuesdayBonus is 'Morning Hug' and $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearTuesdayBonus to 'none'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<<elseif $nightwearWednesdayBonus is 'Morning Hug'>>
<<link "Change fresh day">>
<<if $nightwearWednesdayBonus is 'Morning Hug' and $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearWednesdayBonus to 'none'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<<elseif $nightwearThursdayBonus is 'Morning Hug'>>
<<link "Change fresh day">>
<<if $nightwearThursdayBonus is 'Morning Hug' and $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearThursdayBonus to 'none'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<<elseif $nightwearFridayBonus is 'Morning Hug'>>
<<link "Change fresh day">>
<<if $nightwearFridayBonus is 'Morning Hug' and $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearFridayBonus to 'none'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<<elseif $nightwearSaturdayBonus is 'Morning Hug'>>
<<link "Change fresh day">>
<<if $nightwearSaturdayBonus is 'Morning Hug' and $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearSaturdayBonus to 'none'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<<elseif $nightwearSundayBonus is 'Morning Hug'>>
<<link "Change fresh day">>
<<if $nightwearSundayBonus is 'Morning Hug' and $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearFluffyPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearSundayBonus to 'none'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<<else>>
<<if $nightwearMondayNight is "Fluffy Pink Pajamas" or $nightwearTuesdayNight is "Fluffy Pink Pajamas" or $nightwearWednesdayNight is "Fluffy Pink Pajamas" or $nightwearThursdayNight is "Fluffy Pink Pajamas" or $nightwearFridayNight is "Fluffy Pink Pajamas" or $nightwearSaturdayNight is "Fluffy Pink Pajamas" or $nightwearSundayNight is "Fluffy Pink Pajamas">>
<strong>Set day for fresh bonus:<br/></strong>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearMondayNight is "Fluffy Pink Pajamas">>
<<link "Monday">>
<<set $nightwearMondayBonus to 'Morning Hug'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearTuesdayNight is "Fluffy Pink Pajamas">>
<<link "Tuesday">>
<<set $nightwearTuesdayBonus to 'Morning Hug'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearWednesdayNight is "Fluffy Pink Pajamas">>
<<link "Wednesday">>
<<set $nightwearWednesdayBonus to 'Morning Hug'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearThursdayNight is "Fluffy Pink Pajamas">>
<<link "Thursday">>
<<set $nightwearThursdayBonus to 'Morning Hug'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearFridayNight is "Fluffy Pink Pajamas">>
<<link "Friday">>
<<set $nightwearFridayBonus to 'Morning Hug'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearSaturdayNight is "Fluffy Pink Pajamas">>
<<link "Saturday">>
<<set $nightwearSaturdayBonus to 'Morning Hug'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearSundayNight is "Fluffy Pink Pajamas">>
<<link "Sunday">>
<<set $nightwearSundayBonus to 'Morning Hug'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
<!-- End of Fluffy Pink Pajamas section-->
<!-- Start of Satin Pink Pajamas section-->
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Satin Pink Pajamas')>>
<br/>
<div class="nightwearSelectBox">
<div class="nightwearSelectBoxImageSection">
<img class="nightwearSelectBoxImage" src="images/items/pinkSatinPajamas.jpg">
</div>
<div class="nightwearSelectBoxDescription">
<div class="nightwearItemName">Pink Satin Pajamas</div>
A soft and feminine pajama set, it's smooth satin feel is especially indulgent. Sleeping in such luxury is one of the most comforting benefits of your new life.
</div>
<div class="nightwearSelectBoxBonusSection">
<div class="nightwearBonusName">Fresh Bonus: Cosy Lie In</div>
<div class="nightwearBonusDescription">Waking up in such comfort readies you for a more relaxed day, preferably with a good book. Your first reading session of the day will be more effective.</div>
<div class="nightwearSelectBoxTallyWarning">
<<if $nightwearBonusCosyLieInTally gt 1>>
(At least $nightwearBonusCosyLieInTally days before you can send to laundry.)<br/>
<<elseif $nightwearBonusCosyLieInTally is 1>>
(Can't send to laundry until at least tomorrow.)<br/>
<<else>>
<</if>>
</div>
<div class="nightwearBonusSelection">
<<if $nightwearMondayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In'>>
<<link "Change fresh day">>
<<if $nightwearMondayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In' and $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearMondayBonus to 'none'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<<elseif $nightwearTuesdayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In'>>
<<link "Change fresh day">>
<<if $nightwearTuesdayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In' and $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearTuesdayBonus to 'none'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<<elseif $nightwearWednesdayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In'>>
<<link "Change fresh day">>
<<if $nightwearWednesdayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In' and $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearWednesdayBonus to 'none'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<<elseif $nightwearThursdayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In'>>
<<link "Change fresh day">>
<<if $nightwearThursdayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In' and $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearThursdayBonus to 'none'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<<elseif $nightwearFridayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In'>>
<<link "Change fresh day">>
<<if $nightwearFridayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In' and $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearFridayBonus to 'none'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<<elseif $nightwearSaturdayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In'>>
<<link "Change fresh day">>
<<if $nightwearSaturdayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In' and $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearSaturdayBonus to 'none'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<<elseif $nightwearSundayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In'>>
<<link "Change fresh day">>
<<if $nightwearSundayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In' and $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet is 1>><<set $nightwearSatinPinkPajamaBonusSet to 0>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearSundayBonus to 'none'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<<else>>
<<if $nightwearMondayNight is "Satin Pink Pajamas" or $nightwearTuesdayNight is "Satin Pink Pajamas" or $nightwearWednesdayNight is "Satin Pink Pajamas" or $nightwearThursdayNight is "Satin Pink Pajamas" or $nightwearFridayNight is "Satin Pink Pajamas" or $nightwearSaturdayNight is "Satin Pink Pajamas" or $nightwearSundayNight is "Satin Pink Pajamas">>
<strong>Set day for fresh bonus:<br/></strong>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearMondayNight is "Satin Pink Pajamas">>
<<link "Monday">>
<<set $nightwearMondayBonus to 'Cosy Lie In'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearTuesdayNight is "Satin Pink Pajamas">>
<<link "Tuesday">>
<<set $nightwearTuesdayBonus to 'Cosy Lie In'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearWednesdayNight is "Satin Pink Pajamas">>
<<link "Wednesday">>
<<set $nightwearWednesdayBonus to 'Cosy Lie In'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearThursdayNight is "Satin Pink Pajamas">>
<<link "Thursday">>
<<set $nightwearThursdayBonus to 'Cosy Lie In'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearFridayNight is "Satin Pink Pajamas">>
<<link "Friday">>
<<set $nightwearFridayBonus to 'Cosy Lie In'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearSaturdayNight is "Satin Pink Pajamas">>
<<link "Saturday">>
<<set $nightwearSaturdayBonus to 'Cosy Lie In'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearSundayNight is "Satin Pink Pajamas">>
<<link "Sunday">>
<<set $nightwearSundayBonus to 'Cosy Lie In'>>
<<goto "SSYNightwear">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<</if>>
<!-- End of Satin Pink Pajamas section-->
/* Debug
<br/><br/>
nightwearMondayNight $nightwearMondayNight<br/>
nightwearMondayBonus $nightwearMondayBonus<br/><br/>
nightwearTuesdayNight $nightwearTuesdayNight<br/>
nightwearTuesdayBonus $nightwearTuesdayBonus<br/><br/>
nightwearWednesdayNight $nightwearWednesdayNight<br/>
nightwearWednesdayBonus $nightwearWednesdayBonus<br/><br/>
nightwearThursdayNight $nightwearThursdayNight<br/>
nightwearThursdayBonus $nightwearThursdayBonus<br/><br/>
nightwearFridayNight $nightwearFridayNight<br/>
nightwearFridayBonus $nightwearFridayBonus<br/><br/>
nightwearSaturdayNight $nightwearSaturdayNight<br/>
nightwearSaturdayBonus $nightwearSaturdayBonus<br/><br/>
nightwearSundayNight $nightwearSundayNight<br/>
nightwearSundayBonus $nightwearSundayBonus<br/>
*/
<br/>
<div class="centerLinks">
<<link "Back to Room">>
<<goto "SSYRoom">>
<</link>>
</div>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>
<<set $SSY_GFE1_state to 0>>
<<set $daysSinceCalledGf to 0>>
<<set $encouragingGirlfriendState to 1>>
<<set $cEncouragingGFEvent1Complete to 1>>
<<set $encouragingGirlfriendEvent1Dream to 1>>
<<set $visitorTomorrowState to 1>>
<<if $heardEncouragingGfAnsweringMessage is 1>>
It had been far too long since you had heard $gf's voice; you just hoped she'd finally be back from her trip by now. It came as a relief when the call was picked up almost immediately.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
After all the drama of the last few weeks, it had been hard for you and $gf to stay in close communication; you just hoped she'd be available today. It came as a relief when your call was picked up almost immediately.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Hello?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Hey-"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh, $name - finally! Did you hear my answering message? Work needed me for a big pitch overseas - I've just got back from a trip to Oslo! I've been so excited to hear how <em>everything</em> went..."<br/><br/>
<<if $heardEncouragingGfAnsweringMessage is 1>>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I did, but had no idea that's where you went though. That sounds amazing!"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I didn't - it's been so crazy in here, I wanted to wait until I had plenty to tell you. Wow, Oslo though? That sounds nice."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"It was, but honestly I haven't been able to keep my mind off everything happening to you in there - I'm dying to know what's gone on since!"<br/><br/>
The eagerness in her voice couldn't be more obvious, but you felt way too anxious to tell her about it right here. Other men were in the middle of phone calls too, some who were very within earshot. This really wasn't the best place to talk freely.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "It's been a complete rollercoaster to be honest, but knowing you're OK with all this has really helped."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"<em>More</em> than OK, he he. I've been trying to learn everything I can about sissies... the more I discover, the harder it is not to get more excited! But that event you told me about - the one with that Keaton guy - what happened? I want some details, $name!"<br/><br/>
It wasn't that you wanted to hold back from her, especially not when she sounded this keen, but this would be much better to do in person.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm going to tell you everything, I will, just... not like this. It's way too easy to be overheard. Could you come visit me tomorrow? I'll answer all your questions then, I promise. Plus I want to hear all about your Oslo trip!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Alright, alright, I get it. Still a shy one, aren't ya? Can't wait to see you - my imagination has been running wild these past few nights."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "R-really! Like what?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Ah, ah, ah! If I've got to patient, so do you..."<br/><br/>
You could just tell she had pulling a teasing smile as she said it.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Fuck, tomorrows never felt so far... I've missed you so bad."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Me too, baby. More than anything I just hope you're getting on alright. I mean, am I even going to recognize you tomorrow?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ha, I... think so? The wig makes for the biggest change."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Do you wear one all the time now? Wow, you're really progressing fast! I bet it makes you look so pretty."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "He he, no where near as much as you."<br/><br/>
A sharp beep came from the phone. $gf was familiar enough with these calls now to know you were nearly out of time.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Ergh, that reminds me! $name, we really shouldn't risk our communication being cut off again so easily, especially when I could be sent off again at any moment! Reckon you can memorize my mobile number instead?"<br/><br/>
With the last couple of minutes available, she helped you commit it to mind.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Right, I think I've got it... just in time too. I love you, $gf. I'm so excited to see you tomorrow!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I love you too! Don't get into too much trouble until then, he he. Byeee-"<br/><br/>
The line suddenly cut off. Even the smallest moments shared with her were a pleasure, but especially when she gushed with excitement like that. More than anything, you were just grateful that she was still there for you after such drastic changes.<br/><br/>
While you still had things to do today, you wouldn't be able to go long without thinking of her until the visit.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<!-- set Bonus tallys to prevent cheating -->
<<if $nightwearBonusMorningHugTally gt 0>>
<<set $nightwearBonusMorningHugTally -= 1>>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearBonusCosyLieInTally gt 0>>
<<set $nightwearBonusCosyLieInTally -= 1>>
<</if>>
<!-- Init nightwear Bonus Values so that benefits don't carry onto the next day-->
/*Add new bonuses to here*/
<<set $nightwearBonusMorningHug to 0>>
<<set $nightwearBonusCosyLieIn to 0>>
<!-- Check each day if you can get a bonus from your nightwear -->
<!-- It checks THE NIGHT BEFORE, e.g on SundayNight it sees if you've got a bonus for Monday, Monday on Turesday etc -->
<<if Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Sunday'>>
<<if $nightwearMondayNight is not 'none'>>
/*Add new bonuses to here*/
<<if $nightwearMondayBonus is 'Morning Hug' and $nightwearBonusMorningHugTally lte 0>>
<<set $nightwearBonusMorningHug to 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusMorningHugTally to 7>>
<<elseif $nightwearMondayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In' and $nightwearBonusCosyLieInTally lte 0>>
<<set $nightwearBonusCosyLieIn to 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusCosyLieInTally to 7>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Monday'>>
<<if $nightwearTuesdayNight is not 'none'>>
/*Add new bonuses to here*/
<<if $nightwearTuesdayBonus is 'Morning Hug' and $nightwearBonusMorningHugTally lte 0>>
<<set $nightwearBonusMorningHug to 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusMorningHugTally to 7>>
<<elseif $nightwearTuesdayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In' and $nightwearBonusCosyLieInTally lte 0>>
<<set $nightwearBonusCosyLieIn to 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusCosyLieInTally to 7>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Tuesday'>>
<<if $nightwearWednesdayNight is not 'none'>>
/*Add new bonuses to here*/
<<if $nightwearWednesdayBonus is 'Morning Hug' and $nightwearBonusMorningHugTally lte 0>>
<<set $nightwearBonusMorningHug to 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusMorningHugTally to 7>>
<<elseif $nightwearWednesdayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In' and $nightwearBonusCosyLieInTally lte 0>>
<<set $nightwearBonusCosyLieIn to 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusCosyLieInTally to 7>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Wednesday'>>
<<if $nightwearThursdayNight is not 'none'>>
/*Add new bonuses to here*/
<<if $nightwearThursdayBonus is 'Morning Hug' and $nightwearBonusMorningHugTally lte 0>>
<<set $nightwearBonusMorningHug to 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusMorningHugTally to 7>>
<<elseif $nightwearThursdayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In' and $nightwearBonusCosyLieInTally lte 0>>
<<set $nightwearBonusCosyLieIn to 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusCosyLieInTally to 7>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Thursday'>>
<<if $nightwearFridayNight is not 'none'>>
/*Add new bonuses to here*/
<<if $nightwearFridayBonus is 'Morning Hug' and $nightwearBonusMorningHugTally lte 0>>
<<set $nightwearBonusMorningHug to 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusMorningHugTally to 7>>
<<elseif $nightwearFridayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In' and $nightwearBonusCosyLieInTally lte 0>>
<<set $nightwearBonusCosyLieIn to 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusCosyLieInTally to 7>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Friday'>>
<<if $nightwearSaturdayNight is not 'none'>>
/*Add new bonuses to here*/
<<if $nightwearSaturdayBonus is 'Morning Hug' and $nightwearBonusMorningHugTally lte 0>>
<<set $nightwearBonusMorningHug to 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusMorningHugTally to 7>>
<<elseif $nightwearSaturdayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In' and $nightwearBonusCosyLieInTally lte 0>>
<<set $nightwearBonusCosyLieIn to 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusCosyLieInTally to 7>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if Cycle.get('days').current() is 'Saturday'>>
<<if $nightwearSundayNight is not 'none'>>
/*Add new bonuses to here*/
<<if $nightwearSundayBonus is 'Morning Hug' and $nightwearBonusMorningHugTally lte 0>>
<<set $nightwearBonusMorningHug to 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusMorningHugTally to 7>>
<<elseif $nightwearSundayBonus is 'Cosy Lie In' and $nightwearBonusCosyLieInTally lte 0>>
<<set $nightwearBonusCosyLieIn to 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusCosyLieInTally to 7>>
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<</if>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<set $encouragingGirlfriendState to 10000001>>
<<if $SSY_GFE1_state is 725>>
<<if $gfDomOrSubWithMen is 'dominant'>>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1_encouragingGF_gfe1_osloSex2.jpg" alt="Image of sex." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
What a lucky girl I was to have a guy like Theo fall straight into my lap. Not only was hot, he was so pliable as well. He would move to any position I desired, always looking at me like he was constantly trying to figure out how to please me. I loved imagining what I must of looked to him like right now, poised authoritatively over him, fucking him the exact way I wanted.<br/><br/>
Usually I wouldn't ride a cock so intensively, but with all the stresses of life recently, doing it hard and fast really took my mind of everything else. Tugging Theo's hair back as I pulled myself deeper down on him was one of my favorite things to do, especially how he'd wince when I did it. His face never said it, but I knew he loved it too. I can't deny, I enjoy taking command of a man.<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Hah... hah... oh fuck... that was... incredible..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Mmm, it was. You were a very good boy for me tonight, Theo."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Wow. And to think, we could do this every night we're here!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Ha, don't get greedy now... although, if I do want you, you better be ready..."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"You... you're amazing..."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1_encouragingGF_gfe1_osloSex1.jpg" alt="Image of sex." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
It wasn't just me acting like someone possessed though. Theo had unzipped my dress calmly enough, but when he saw the lingerie on underneath, he practically became a beast. That night we pushed and pulled each other around that hotel room into every position we wanted.<br/><br/>
I usually prefer things a little softer, but with all the stresses of life recently, I can't deny being dicked down that hard with my head smushed into the pillows wasn't exactly what I needed. The sex was in one word, incredible. It usually takes a while for a guy to learn how to really press my buttons, but Theo had a natural instinct for it. I felt bad for the neighbors when we were done; they must of heard Theo's name yelled out far more than they ever deserved.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Hah... hah... oh fuck... that was... amazing..."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"<em>You're</em> amazing."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
I smiled at the compliment, but honestly... was I? That post-orgasm feeling had began to set in as I caught my breath. As I lifted my dishevelled panties back onto the wet mess that was my crotch I felt filthy in every way.<br/><br/>
Do I deserve to feel guilty? Isn't this basically equivalent to what $name's got the freedom to explore? I could tell myself that, but in my heart I knew it wasn't quite. From Theo, I got the impression he didn't want this to be a one off... and neither did I.<br/><br/>
Some of the guilt faded away as I laid silently with Theo, comforted in the warmth of his arms. Maybe I should take some inspiration from $name - be driven to make the big changes that my life <em>needs</em> too...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["...I'm going to tell him."|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 713; $gfCuckingPlayer = 'openlyCucking']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["I don't think " + $name + " needs to know. Besides, he's a sissy now."|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 713; $gfCuckingPlayer = 'secretlyCucking']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $SSY_GFE1_state is 722>>
I couldn't help myself - we both couldn't! Between the teasing glances and loaded compliments, the attraction had built up far too strong to deny. How he kissed me took me completely away, as his hot breath tickled my neck while his soft stubble gently brushed against my skin. I hadn't felt anything like this in so long! I couldn't help but feel the inside of his thighs, my hand rising closer and closer to his crotch. It would of reached all the way if not for his gentle grip taking hold of my wrist to stop me.<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"What are we doing - we can't..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"No... I don't want this to stop..."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"I mean... we can't let a perfectly good room to waste."<br/><br/>
He smiled at me devilishly as his keys dangled off his finger. This was happening! He told me to give him a five minute head start so nobody would see us. The need for caution hadn't even crossed my mind, I was too turned on to even think straight! It must of been barely a minute before I took off after him.<br/><br/>
In his room, I found him laid invitingly across the bed; fully clothed, with the petals from the room's complimentary flowers sprinkled all around him. From his cheeky smile, there was no more need for words...<br/><br/>
Finally I got tear open that tight shirt of his, freeing those olive-skinned, slabs he called a chest. The sight drove me wild - I think I got so carried away that I actually motorboated him, ha! They say women are the fairer sex, but the company of a man that fine just brings something out of a girl!<br/><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[[Let Theo take you how he wants...|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 725; $gfDomOrSubWithMen = 'submissive']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[[Push him back onto the bed, and ride him just how you like...|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 725; $gfDomOrSubWithMen = 'dominant']]</div>
<<elseif $SSY_GFE1_state is 721>>
For a moment there, I'm pretty sure I leaned closer to him, even reached my hand out to feel the inner of his thigh... but somehow I managed to shake sense into myself right at the last moment. He could see my distress.<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"I'm sorry. I never should have-"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Don't be. I... I don't know what's gotten into me."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"I really should of known better."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"No. Being with you like this... fuck... I want to, I really want to. But, I don't think I can do that to $name... not like this."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"I get it. Hey, we had a few drinks, got a little bit silly - nothing happened and no more needs to be said."<br/><br/>
It pained me to think this is how things would finish up between us; I didn't want it to end up like this! Something inside me was screaming to just go for it... but while I had given $name a free pass to explore, it's not like we had arranged for the same for me. Part of me felt I deserved that too, but it felt wrong to do without at least speaking to him first.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Let's just... cool things off... for now."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Huh, what does that mean?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"It means... look, it's not my place to share exactly where $name and I's relationship is at lately, but... perhaps what's between me and you... maybe something between us could still happen."<br/><br/>
Theo made a curious noise before taking another sip of his drink. It seemed he picked up my gist, and the implication apparently delighted him.<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Alright then... I suppose I won't give up all hope just yet."<br/><br/>
He raised his glass towards me, and after we clinked, we peered over to each other with a devilish look in our eyes. Though we'd leave things here for now, we continued to give each other knowing glances throughout the rest of the trip. My imagination ran wild each night alone with erotic thoughts of the boys in my life... $name, my naughty little sissy... Theo, the kind of man I needed...<br/><br/>
*Sigh* I had already been eager to see $name again, but after everything with Theo the wait was becoming near unbearable. Not much longer now...<br/><br/>
<<set $gfDomOrSubWithMen to 'unknown'>>
<span class="gfLink">[[Continue|SSYsleep2]]</span>
<<elseif $SSY_GFE1_state is 720>>
<<if $gfAttractionToTheo is 'notInterested'>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Pfft, come on, you're just drunk!"<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Maybe, but you know I'm not talking nonsense. It's painful to see such a beautiful girl alone..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"But I'm not alone - and you know that. Now come on, I came out here to let my hair down a bit - nothing more than that. Don't make me regret it."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Fuck. Sorry, you're right... I'm pretty wasted. Can we... put all this behind us?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Sure. Consider yourself forgiven... just don't go there again, alright?"<br/><br/>
We clinked glasses before finishing up the last of our drinks. I'd be lying if I said it didn't make the night awkward, but I was glad we finally cleared up anything outstanding between us. Despite our banter in the office, we were just co-workers.<br/><br/>
Things wrapped up pretty quickly afterwards. From then on I spent most of these chilly Norwegian evenings to myself, nice and warm in the comfort of my cosy hotel room. Alone, my thoughts couldn't help but drift to $name...<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1_encouragingGF_gfe1_osloSSY.jpg" alt="Image of sissy sex." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
How was he doing? <em>What</em> was he doing? After that last phone call, just how far would he take the permission I gave him, or maybe it would be better to say... how far would the men in there take him? Some of the scenarios I imagined worried me, but all of them aroused me.<br/><br/>
I didn't want to keep imagining though... I wanted to know! *Sigh* At least it wasn't too much longer now before I could see him again...<br/><br/>
<<set $gfCuckingPlayer to 'isNotCucking'>>
<<set $gfDomOrSubWithMen to 'unknown'>>
<span class="gfLink">[[Continue|SSYsleep2]]</span>
<<else>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I've... noticed."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"You have? And there I was thinking I was sly! I could try my best to stop, if it bothers you..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"No... it's nice to be admired by a guy like you."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Like me, huh? As opposed to what?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh, come off it. You know how hot you are! You think I don't struggle to keep my eyes off you too, especially when you dress like <em>that</em>!"<br/><br/>
My eyes deliberately stared down towards the fabric barely holding together around his sculpted cleavage. He mockingly pulled his collar together to cover it, as he gave out a mocking shriek like an outraged old woman.<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Miss $gf, you dirty girl - how could you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Hey, you've been ogling me too, apparently!"<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Ogling! I wouldn't go that far. Just... appreciating. Which hasn't been easy to hold myself back from, by the way."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh yeah?"<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Mmhm."<br/><br/>
He shuffled ever so slightly closer to me, the outside of his leg brushing against mine. I stared into those warm, chestnut colored eyes as they looked longingly back at me. It was like he had dreamed of this moment before. We both knew we wanted to kiss each other. As my breath shallowed I felt my heart begin to race. I wanted him, fuck, of course I did... but...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["I can't do this. I'm with "+ $name +"!"|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 721; $gfAttractionToTheo = 'interestedButWontYet'; $gfCuckingPlayer = 'wantsPermissionTo']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["I can't hold back from Theo any longer. I want him. I need him!"|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 722; $gfAttractionToTheo = 'affairStarted']]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $SSY_GFE1_state is 713>>
<<if $gfCuckingPlayer is 'openlyCucking'>>
I'm worried... but it's for the best. $name was straight with me - figuratively, at least - I want to be the same with him. It's just hard not to worry about this ruining what we have together.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
I know others would see this as wrong, but I just think keeping this from him is for the best. As a sissy, surely he must of suspected I'd need a little more some day...<br/><br/>
<</if>>
It wouldn't be long before I could visit him again. I couldn't wait to see what he was like now, especially if that event was as kinky as it sounded! *Sigh* Until then, I'd just have to be patient.<br/><br/>
At least I had Theo to help pass the time. He loosened his cuddle around me to touch my chin, bringing my lips up to kiss him. As I felt his body over the thin bedsheet, my hand reached down to his rock hard cock under it. It seemed this night wouldn't be over quite yet...<br/><br/>
<span class="gfLink">[[Continue|SSYsleep2]]</span>
<<elseif $SSY_GFE1_state is 711>>
For a moment there, I'm pretty sure I leaned closer to him, even reached my hand out to feel the inner of his thigh... but somehow I managed to shake sense into myself right at the last moment. He could see my distress.<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"I'm sorry. I never should have-"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Don't be. I... I don't know what's gotten into me."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"I really should of known better."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Seeing you again like this... fuck... I want to, I really want to. But, I don't think I can do that to $name... not like this."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"I get it. Hey, we had a few drinks, got a little silly - nothing more needs to be said!"<br/><br/>
It pained me to think this is how things would finish up between us - I didn't want things to end like this! Something inside me was screaming to just go for it... but while I had given $name a free pass to explore himself, it's not like we had arranged the same for me. Part of me felt I deserved it too, but it felt wrong to do without at least speaking to him first.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Let's just cool things off... for now."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Huh, what does that mean?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"It means... look, it's not my place to share exactly where $name and I's relationship is at lately, but... perhaps what's between me and you... maybe something could still happen."<br/><br/>
Theo made a curious noise before taking another sip of his drink. It seemed he picked up my gist, and the implication apparently delighted him.<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Alright then Miss $gf, then I suppose I won't give up all hope just yet."<br/><br/>
He raised his glass towards me, and after we clinked, we peered over to each other with a devilish look in our eyes. Though we'd leave things here for now, we continued to give each other knowing glances throughout the rest of the trip. My imagination ran wild each night alone with erotic thoughts of the boys in my life... $name, my naughty little sissy... Theo, the kind of man I needed...<br/><br/>
*Sigh* I had already been eager to see $name again, but after everything with Theo the wait was becoming near unbearable. Not much longer now...<br/><br/>
<<set $gfDomOrSubWithMen to 'unknown'>>
<span class="gfLink">[[Continue|SSYsleep2]]</span>
<<elseif $SSY_GFE1_state is 71112>>
<<if $gfDomOrSubWithMen is 'dominant'>>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1_encouragingGF_gfe1_osloSex2.jpg" alt="Image of sex." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
What a lucky girl I was to have a guy like Theo fall straight into my lap. Not only was hot, he was so pliable as well. He would move to any position I desired, always looking at me like he was constantly trying to figure out how to please me. I loved imagining what I must of looked to him like right now, poised authoritatively over him, fucking him the exact way I wanted.<br/><br/>
Usually I wouldn't ride a cock so intensively, but with all the stresses of life recently, doing it hard and fast really took my mind of everything else. Tugging Theo's hair back as I pulled myself deeper down on him was one of my favorite things to do, especially how he'd wince when I did it. His face never said it, but I knew he loved it too. I can't deny, I enjoy taking command of a man.<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Hah... hah... oh fuck... that was... incredible..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Mmm, it was. You were a very good boy for me tonight, Theo."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Wow. And to think, we could do this every night we're here!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Ha, don't get greedy now... although, if I do want you, you better be ready..."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"You... you're amazing..."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1_encouragingGF_gfe1_osloSex1.jpg" alt="Image of sex." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
It wasn't just me acting like someone possessed though. Theo had unzipped my dress calmly enough, but when he saw the lingerie on underneath, he practically became a beast. That night we pushed and pulled each other around that hotel room into every position we wanted.<br/><br/>
I usually prefer things a little softer, but with all the stresses of life recently, I can't deny being dicked down that hard with my head smushed into the pillows wasn't exactly what I needed. The sex was in one word, incredible. He had obviously learned a thing or two, but he still remembered how to press my buttons. I felt bad for the neighbors when we were done; they must of heard Theo's name yelled out far more than they ever deserved.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Hah... hah... oh fuck... that was... amazing..."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"<em>You're</em> amazing."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
I smiled at the compliment, but honestly... was I? That post-orgasm feeling had began to set in as I caught my breath. As I lifted my dishevelled panties back onto the wet mess that was my crotch I felt filthy in every way.<br/><br/>
Do I deserve to feel guilty? Isn't this basically equivalent to what $name's got the freedom to explore? I could tell myself that, but in my heart I knew it wasn't quite. From Theo, I got the impression he didn't want this to be a one off... and neither did I.<br/><br/>
Some of the guilt faded away as I laid silently with Theo, comforted in the warmth of his arms. Maybe I should take some inspiration from $name - be driven to make the big changes that my life <em>needs</em> too...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["...I'm going to tell him."|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 713; $gfCuckingPlayer = 'openlyCucking']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["I don't think " + $name + " needs to know. Besides, he's a sissy now."|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 713; $gfCuckingPlayer = 'secretlyCucking']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $SSY_GFE1_state is 712>>
I couldn't help myself - we both couldn't! All this time had passed, but we could still read each other's body language like a book. The way he kissed, how his stubble scuffed, it all took me back as though there had never been any gap between us.<br/><br/>
I couldn't help but feel the inside of his thighs, my hand rising closer and closer to his crotch. It would of reached all the way if not for his gentle grip taking hold of my wrist to stop me.<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"What are we doing - we can't..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"No... I don't want this to stop..."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"I mean... we can't let a perfectly good room to waste."<br/><br/>
He smiled at me devilishly as his keys dangled off his finger. This was happening! He told me to give him a five minute head start so nobody would see us. The need for caution hadn't even crossed my mind, I was too turned on to even think straight! It must of been barely a minute before I took off after him.<br/><br/>
In his room, I found him laid invitingly across the bed; fully clothed, with the petals from the room's complimentary flowers sprinkled all around him. From his cheeky smile, there was no more need for words...<br/><br/>
Finally I got tear open that tight shirt of his, freeing those olive-skinned, slabs he called a chest. The sight drove me wild - I think I got so carried away that I actually motorboated him, ha! They say women are the fairer sex, but the company of a man that fine just brings something out of a girl!<br/><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[[Let Theo take you how he wants...|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 71112; $gfDomOrSubWithMen = 'submissive']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[[Push him back onto the bed, and ride him just how you like...|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 71112; $gfDomOrSubWithMen = 'dominant']]</div>
<<elseif $SSY_GFE1_state is 710>>
<<if $gfAttractionToTheo is 'notInterested'>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Pfft, you're just drunk!"<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Maybe, but I'm not talking nonsense. Long distance, what kind of reason is that to break up?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Look Theo, if it was meant to be we would of made it work. Now come on, I came out here to catch up with an old friend - nothing more than than that. Don't make me regret it."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Fuck. You're right... I'm wasted. Forgive my stupid ass?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Heh... consider yourself forgiven. Just don't go there again, alright?"<br/><br/>
We clinked glasses before finishing up the last of our drinks. I'd be lying if I said it didn't make the night awkward, but I was glad we finally cleared up anything outstanding between us. Despite our history, we were just friends now.<br/><br/>
Things wrapped up pretty quickly afterwards. From then on I spent most of these chilly Norwegian evenings to myself, nice and warm in the comfort of my cosy hotel room. Alone, my thoughts couldn't help but drift to $name...<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1_encouragingGF_gfe1_osloSSY.jpg" alt="Image of sissy sex." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
How was he doing? <em>What</em> was he doing? After that last phone call, just how far would he take the permission I gave him, or maybe it would be better to say... how far would the men in there take him? Some of the scenarios I imagined worried me, but all of them aroused me.<br/><br/>
I didn't want to keep imagining though... I wanted to know! *Sigh* At least it wasn't too much longer now before I could see him again...<br/><br/>
<<set $gfCuckingPlayer to 'isNotCucking'>>
<<set $gfDomOrSubWithMen to 'unknown'>>
<span class="gfLink">[[Continue|SSYsleep2]]</span>
<<else>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh, please - you're just getting all nostalgic!"<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Maybe, but I'm not talking nonsense. Long distance, what kind of reason was that to break up over?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"...It does make you wonder. Who knows, if we had just been a little more mature, things might of been so much different."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Or if never moved away from you. We're only a few years older, you really think we could of handled that now?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"I think so. It's basically what me and $name are in now."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"And just how well is that all going?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"It's... not been the easiest time, but $name's getting through it."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"$name? What about you?"<br/><br/>
He stared at with those warm, chestnut colored eyes. That longing stare, it was the same one he used to have just before he'd kiss me. I felt my breath shallow as my heart began to race. I don't know how I looked, but something must of given away that I wanted him too. I did... but...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["I can't do this. I'm with "+ $name +"!"|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 711; $gfAttractionToTheo = 'interestedButWontYet'; $gfCuckingPlayer = 'wantsPermissionTo']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["I can't hold back from Theo any longer. I want him. I need him!"|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 712; $gfAttractionToTheo = 'affairStarted']]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $SSY_GFE1_state is 76>>
<<if $gfCuckingPlayer is 'openlyCucking'>>
I'm worried... but it's for the best. $name was straight with me - figuratively, at least - I'm going to be the same with him. I just hope this is for the best.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
I know others would see this as wrong, but it just feels right to keep this from him.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
It wasn't long now before I could visit him again. I couldn't wait to see what he was like now, especially if that event was as kinky as it sounded! *Sigh* I'd just have to be patient a little longer.<br/><br/>
At least I had Theo to help pass the time. We were still mid-kiss when I pressed harder into his lips, as I wrapped my arms around his neck. It seemed this night wasn't quite over yet...<br/><br/>
<span class="gfLink">[[Continue|SSYsleep2]]</span>
<<elseif $SSY_GFE1_state is 75>>
There's something about that post-orgasm feeling that really sobers up a girl's thoughts. When all this started with Theo, I didn't exactly think things would escalate this far, but it had. I need a man... and I love my sissy... since when did I become such a greedy girl?<br/><br/>
Can I have it all? ...Should I?<br/><br/>
There's a voice inside me that thinks it's best to just tell $name what's been going on, to take a chance and open up to him. Put everything on the line and be honest about what <em>I</em> need, just like he did. But what if it's better for all of us if it's kept like this? I don't want to hurt him, or maybe I'm kidding myself... maybe I just enjoy the secrecy.<br/><br/>
Ergh... what the fuck should I do?<br/><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["...I'll tell him."|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 76; $gfCuckingPlayer = 'openlyCucking']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["I don't think " + $name + " needs to know. Besides, he's a sissy now anyway."|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 76; $gfCuckingPlayer = 'secretlyCucking']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $SSY_GFE1_state is 73>>
<<if $gfDomOrSubWithMen is 'dominant'>>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1_encouragingGF_gfe1_osloSex2.jpg" alt="Image of sex." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
What a lucky girl I was to have a guy like Theo fall straight into my lap. Not only was hot, he was so pliable as well. He would move to any position I desired, always looking at me like he was constantly trying to figure out how to please me. I loved imagining what I must of looked to him like right now, poised authoritatively over him, fucking him the exact way I wanted.<br/><br/>
Usually I wouldn't ride a cock so intensively, but with all the stresses of life recently, doing it hard and fast really took my mind of everything else. Tugging Theo's hair back as I pulled myself deeper down on him was one of my favorite things to do, especially how he'd wince when I did it. His face never said it, but I knew he loved it too. I can't deny, I enjoy taking command of a man.<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Hah... hah... oh fuck... that was... amazing..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Mmm, it was. You were a very good boy for me tonight, Theo."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Wow. And to think, we could do this every night we're here!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Ha, don't get greedy now... although, if I do want you, you better be ready..."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1_encouragingGF_gfe1_osloSex1.jpg" alt="Image of sex." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
It wasn't just me acting possessed. When Theo saw me in the bra and panties from my sexy selfie the other day, he practically became a beast. That night we pushed and pulled each other around that hotel room into every position we wanted. I usually prefer things a little softer, but with all the stresses of life recently, I can't deny being dicked down that hard with my head smushed into the pillows wasn't exactly what I needed.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Hah... hah... oh fuck... that was... amazing..."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"<em>You're</em> amazing."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
To avoid rumors spreading, I could never stay over the whole night, but he always tried to get me to be with him a little longer. Rough as the sex was, he liked to kiss me tenderly afterwards. I could sense something was on his mind in these intimate little moments, and to my surprise, on the last night he came right out with it.<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"$gf... I want more than this. I don't just want this to be sex."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"W-what!? But... no... you knew what this was - what it is. I'm with $name... we can't-"<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Yeah? And where exactly is he these days?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Stop..."<br/><br/>
He knew $name was sent to Grenton, he just trying to make a point.<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"I'm just putting my feelings out there. You're a beautiful, incredible woman - why wouldn't I want more of you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Theo, things are... complicated."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"You don't need to tell me, we wouldn't be like this if they weren't? I just can't pretend anymore that this is enough for me. And part of me thinks it's not enough for you, either."<br/><br/>
He went to kiss me again. It was easy to let him - far simpler than speaking words. I wished I could of got lost in that moment, but I just couldn't...<br/><br/>
<span class="gfLink">[[Things can't just carry on like this... can they?|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 75]]</span>
<<elseif $SSY_GFE1_state is 7>>
<<if $gfRelationToTheo is 'cheatingOnYouWithHim'>>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1_encouragingGF_gfe1_oslo.jpg" alt="Image of Oslo." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
I would of loved to enjoy the sights of Oslo, but my days were completely taken up with work duties: mostly corporate socials and presentations. There was only one day I was managed to sneak away, getting out of particularly boring company seminar. I used the opportunity to check out the local shops, and happened to find the <em>cutest</em> gift for $name!<br/><br/>
By the evenings, everyone on the team was pretty knackered, and the chilly Norwegian nights had most of wanting to return to the warmth of our hotel rooms when we could. It was hard not to think of $name in those quiet moments alone.<br/><br/>
How was he doing? <em>What</em> was he doing? After that last phone call, just how far would he take the permission I gave him, or maybe it would be better to say... how far would the men in there take him? Some of the scenarios I imagined worried me, but all of them aroused me.<br/><br/>
There wasn't much time to research sissies more. At the end of these long days, either Theo or I would sneak to the other's hotel room at the first chance we got. There was one night I entered to find him laying on the bed fully clothed, with petals from the room's complimentary flowers sprinkled around him. No words were needed - I knew he exactly how much wanted me right there and then.<br/><br/>
Finally I got tear open that tight shirt of his, freeing those olive-skinned, slabs he called a chest. The sight drove me wild - I think I got so carried away that I actually motorboated him, ha! They say women are the fairer sex, but the company of a man that fine just brings something out of a girl!<br/><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[[Let Theo take you how he wants...|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 73; $gfDomOrSubWithMen = 'submissive']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[[Push him back onto the bed, and ride him just how you like...|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 73; $gfDomOrSubWithMen = 'dominant']]</div>
<<elseif $gfRelationToTheo is 'justCoWorkers'>>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1_encouragingGF_gfe1_oslo.jpg" alt="Image of Oslo." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
I would of loved to enjoy the sights of Oslo, but my days were completely taken up with work duties: mostly corporate socials and presentations. There was only one day I was managed to sneak away, getting out of particularly boring company seminar. I used the opportunity to check out the local shops, and happened to find the <em>cutest</em> gift for $name!<br/><br/>
By the evenings, everyone on the team was pretty knackered, and the chilly Norwegian nights had most of wanting to return to the warmth of our hotel rooms when we could. It was hard not to think of $name in those quiet moments alone.<br/><br/>
How was he doing? <em>What</em> was he doing? After that last phone call, just how far would he take the permission I gave him, or maybe it would be better to say... how far would the men in there take him? Some of the scenarios I imagined worried me, but all of them aroused me.<br/><br/>
At the end of such busy days, I barely had the time or energy to do more research on sissies; I needed to unwind. Perhaps I could hit two birds with one stone?<br/><br/>
When I got back the first night, I put on some sissy porn. I was going to look for something new - like the femdom stuff that reddit reply suggested - but being exhausted I just stuck to the kind of thing I had watched before.<br/><br/>
Knowing $name was a sissy now made all this hotter than ever! A colossally huge guy gripped his hands on a sissy, right where their garter belt sat around their waist, and pulled them roughly onto his hard cock. I pictured $name in that exact scenario... the mix of pleasure and agony as he'd screw his eyes tighter shut with each thrust pumping into him... his soft cock flapping out the side of his panties, shook out of place by every hard pound he received...<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1_encouragingGF_gfe1_osloSSY.jpg" alt="Image of sissy sex." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
Good thing I packed plenty of panties, because I could tell I was about to ruin a lot of them on this trip... or so I thought. While I was eatting my breakfast alone the next morning, a quite anxious looking member of hotel staff approached me with a whisper.<br/><br/>
<span class="staff">Hotel Staff: </span>"Miss, please may I ask - you are from room 402, yes?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Mmhm... that's me."<br/><br/>
<span class="staff">Hotel Staff: </span>"I am very sorry to inform you... your internet activity, it took up quite much of the data, you understand? We just wanted to inform you, because if your data quota is exceeded, we would be required to forward all details to your employer to bill them. I once again apologize to tell you this."<br/><br/>
I don't think anyone's looked as mortified in the middle of eating a pancake as I did right then. The staff knew that I watched all <em>that</em> porn!? I could of wilted up right there and died. It left me in a total fluster; so much so that I could barely swallow my food as I panicked to come up some lame excuse for it, but thankfully the lady saved me...<br/><br/>
<span class="staff">Hotel Staff: </span>"Please, Miss, do not worry - this happens all the time! We just wanted to make you aware, to avoid problems with your employer, OK? Thank you."<br/><br/>
I felt dumbstruck. Despite her reassurances, I was left with no appetite to finish the breakfast I was enjoying up until a minute ago. For the rest of the trip I felt shy around the staff, always looking at them to check if they were judging me, but of course being the professionals that they were, none of them did.<br/><br/>
Still, I couldn't bring myself to look at anything too out of the ordinary again during my stay. At first I thought it would be good for me to take a break from porn, but it seemed all it did was make my imagination become increasingly more deviant, as I dreamt more of what my sissy was getting up to.<br/><br/>
*Sigh* Oh, $name. I was counting down the nights until I could see him again...<br/><br/>
<<set $gfCuckingPlayer to 'isNotCucking'>>
<<set $gfDomOrSubWithMen to 'unknown'>>
<span class="gfLink">[[Continue|SSYsleep2]]</span>
<<else>>
<img src="images/scenes/ssy1_encouragingGF_gfe1_oslo.jpg" alt="Image of Oslo." class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
I would of loved to enjoy the sights of Oslo, but my days were completely taken up with work duties: mostly corporate socials and presentations. There was only one day I was managed to sneak away, getting out of particularly boring company seminar. I used the opportunity to check out the local shops, and happened to find the <em>cutest</em> gift for $name!<br/><br/>
The evenings didn't leave me with much spare time to continue looking into sissies. As professional as everyone was during the day, these work summits descended into chaos when night came.<br/><br/>
Theo was always instigating things. I'd be just about to settle down in my room when he'd come knocking my door and insist I join everyone for some drinks party. I'll be honest, it never took much to convince me. Throwing away my troubles for a bit to have some fun was exactly what I needed, especially after all the stress from the last few months.<br/><br/>
I wasn't naïve though. While everything between Theo and I went unsaid, we both felt a kind of tension between us. We were lucky enough for our co-workers not to notice, but one evening it became much more obvious. Everyone else had gone to bed early, leaving just the pair of us to drunkenly nurse drinks late into the night; alone together.<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Y'know, I'm really glad you accepted my offer!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"For tonight? What can I say, I was thirsty!"<br/><br/>
<<if $gfRelationToTheo is 'exBoyfriend'>>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Ha ha! No, I meant coming to work here - with me!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh! Me too. These last few months have been tough - it helps more than you would think to work with a familiar face."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Hah, familiar? It hasn't even been that long, but so much has changed. You ever think about... what could of been?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"With us? I mean, not much... I guess, a little. Obviously it crosses your mind from time to time, how couldn't it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"When I let you know about the role, genuinely it was because I thought you'd be a great fit for here. I didn't realize, seeing you in front of me again... that I'd still see you as that girl I met back at uni..."<br/><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["Play down the comment. I don't want anything to start with Theo again."|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 710; $gfAttractionToTheo = 'notInterested']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["He wants me... and I sort of want him too."|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 710; $gfRelationToTheo = 'interested']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $gfRelationToTheo is 'attractedToButNothingsHappened'>>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Ha, well, you've looked pretty stressed recently. Thought you could use a little fun."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"You've noticed too? I didn't realize people could see that... I've been trying to keep things together after everything with $name."<br/><br/>
<span class="theo">Theo: </span>"Ha, don't worry, I think it's just me who sees it. All that time in the office, it's impossible to keep my eyes off you. I try, but it's hard."<br/><br/>
His flirting was usually far more subtle than this, but it seemed a few drinks were making him much more direct. To drop a line like that, even after I mentioned $name! The charming grin on his face said everything - he could sense the temptation I felt.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["Play down the comment. I can't start anything with Theo.."|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 720; $gfAttractionToTheo = 'notInterested']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["He really wants me... and I sort of want him too."|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 720; $gfRelationToTheo = 'interested']]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<elseif $SSY_GFE1_state is 6>>
Wow, already there were quite a few replies!<br/><br/>
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<span class="redditThreadHeader">Just found out my boyfriend is a sissy - need advice!</span>
Hi, my boyfriend and I (F) just had the most open and emotional conversation with each other, and he revealed to me that he's a sissy!<br/><br/>
It was a really eye-opening talk for both of us, especially because I kind of knew what sissies were already, and told him I actually find the idea pretty hot!<br/><br/>
I'm totally accepting of who he wants to be, and to be honest I'm mostly thrilled, but I do have my concerns that I haven't shared with him yet.<br/><br/>
Until today, I just thought sissies existed in porn. I came across them while watching gay videos, especially ones with twinks in. I just love seeing such cute, femme guys being fucked like that!<br/><br/>
After my boyfriend shared his secret with me today I was so excited, but as it sinks in a little more, I'm worried I'm getting carried away by a fantasy. Subtle things he said, as well as things I've researched since make me think this goes way deeper than I thought. Does it?<br/><br/>
I know it sounds selfish, but what worries me most is where I come in all this. Sissies are about serving and getting fucked by cocks, aren't they? Where does that leave me?<br/><br/>
<<if $playerVirgin is 'yes'>>
<<if $gfReasonForNoSexWithPlayer is 'notAttractedToHimAsAMan'>>
We both have a loving, romantic bond with each other, but we've never had sex. I love him, I really do, but he's never been the kind of guy I've wanted to fuck, if that makes sense. I just worry if that's pushed him more into exploring this side of him. Will he still want to be with me if he goes further into all this?<br/><br/>
<<elseif $gfReasonForNoSexWithPlayer is 'notAttractedToMenAnymore'>>
We both have a loving, romantic bond with each other, but we've never had sex. I have to admit, I've had relations with men in the past but these days I'm just not interested in them. I'm not sure where exactly that leaves me and my boyfriend, but I still want him to want me. Will he still, if he goes further into all this?<br/><br/>
<<elseif $gfReasonForNoSexWithPlayer is 'enjoyedWithholdingIt'>>
We both have a loving, romantic bond with each other, but we've never had sex. I have to admit, I get a bit of a kinky pleasure from not letting him have me. That doesn't mean I don't want him to want me though! Will he, if he goes further into all this?<br/><br/>
<<else>>
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<<else>>
<<if $gfsNeedInAPartner is 'stillNeedsAMan'>>
Our sex life has been decent, but at the moment we're stuck in a long distance relationship, and he's surrounded only by men. Is he still going to want me after he goes further into all this? As hot as it is to think of him being a sissy, I still need a man sometimes, y'know?<br/><br/>
<<elseif $gfsNeedInAPartner is 'wouldBeHappyWithAGf'>>
Our sex life has been decent, but at the moment we're stuck in a long distance relationship, and he's surrounded only by men. He told me that he's Bi, but is that really going to be true if he goes further into all this? I just want to know if he'll still be into me, even as a sissy!<br/><br/>
<<elseif $gfsNeedInAPartner is 'hungerToDominate'>>
Our sex life has been decent, but at the moment we're stuck in a long distance relationship, and he's surrounded only by men. He told me that he's Bi, but is that really going to be true if he goes further into all this? I don't know if I can be as accepting to these changes if he's going to forget me! Am I just getting ahead of myself?<br/><br/>
<<else>>
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<</if>>
Please help me understand this better, any advice would be appreciated!<br/><br/>
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<span class="redditUsername">sissynikki</span>
<span class="redditMessageTime">· 43 min. ago</span>
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Firstly, thank you for being what sounds like a very accepting and caring partner.<br/><br/>
This might be frustrating to hear, but there's really no template for what a sissy actually is, or what they truly want. What I mean is, all sissies are different. Don't get me wrong, lot's of us share things in common, but there's no simple 'one size fits all' when it comes to us.<br/><br/>
That should be good news for you though, because it means your impression that sissies only get fucked by men isn't necessarily true! I don't think your boyfriend would of opened up to you if he didn't still love you, and want to continue to be with you.<br/><br/>
If you've only seen sissies in gay porn, you probably don't realize there's all kinds of ways for a cis woman and a sissy to play together. Femdom is a common one (you'd be dominating him, probably with a very large strap on involved), but there's all kinds of other relationship options you could explore. Look into things like role reversal, gender play, threesomes / extra partners and role play.<br/><br/>
If you only enjoy <em>watching</em> sissies, you could be a voyeur of your boyfriend's activities. Maybe you won't interact with him in his 'sissy mode' at all - it will be like a separate persona, in which case you still have the boyfriend you knew before when he's in 'guy mode'. All of this doesn't mean you can't have the 'vanilla' him anymore, it really depends on the dynamic that emerges from you both.<br/><br/>
It sounds like you two are in an amazing position to discover yourselves, and find out what it is both of you really enjoy. This was probably very hard for him to admit to you, and it's incredible to hear from a girlfriend who's so supportive, but keep in mind it's also a big change for you as well. Don't forget to look out for your own needs too!<br/>
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My boyfriend came out to me as a sissy a few years ago. It's never been a simple thing to navigate, but we've got to a really good place together.<br/><br/>
I never saw myself as dominant though, and he's not into guys, so we enjoy a kind of 'lesbian themed' fun together. It surprised even me how much I enjoy it! I love getting to dress him up, and how much he comes alive after I do his nails and makeup.<br/><br/>
The hardest part of all this has been that his 'sissy desire' comes and goes. It's really strange, especially because I sometimes find myself missing 'her' lmao! He'll have these times when he wants to be such a femme dirty slut, and then we'll have weeks or months when he's not into it at all!<br/><br/>
I don't think you should be worried about being left out of your relationship - it sounds like you two are perfect for each other!<br/><br/>
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Sissy boyfriend here! Just keep being open and honest with each other and you'll both be fine imo. If you encourage him on, you'll still be a close part of his life, while also getting to explore something new with him.<br/>
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You're way ahead, I didn't even know what a sissy was when my hubby came out to me. It was odd at first, but I love where we're at now. It feels like I get to have a husband and a wife!<br/>
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Are you an angel? Sounds like someone is the luckiest sissy in the world!<br/>
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<<if $playerVirgin is 'yes'>>Never had sex???<<else>>He told you that now that he's surrounded by men???<</if>> Sorry but your boyfriend is blatantly gay lol<br/>
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The responses were exactly what I needed to see - well, most of them at least. Just knowing others had got through something similar really helped. It all reinforced the excitement in me that felt this one amazing new chapter in my and $name's relationship.<br/><br/>
Their recommendation to stay encouraging wouldn't be hard at all - out of everything I could do, that came naturally to me. If we were both going to continue like this, there'd be no half measures. I wanted to see my sissy fulfil their fullest potential, whatever that would be...<br/><br/>
I was tingling with inspiration. $name and I should be having another phone call together soon; I couldn't wait to give him permission to go much, <em>much</em> deeper...<br/><br/>
<span class="gfLink">[[Time flew by. Before I knew it I was in Oslo.|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 7]]</span>
<<elseif $SSY_GFE1_state is 5>>
<<if $gfRelationToTheo is 'justCoWorkers'>>
Something important must be happening with work; there was no way someone as professional as Theo would contact me this late otherwise. With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I opened the notification.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $gfRelationToTheo is 'exBoyfriend'>>
Theo and I had a bit of a history - looking back, I guess he was my first 'proper' boyfriend. Compared to some of the men I dated after, he was so sweet. We were students studying marketing when we first met, both in our final year; I could barely keep my eyes off him when I first noticed him during lectures. Our time together was almost as short as how little of the course there was left, and we broke up soon after it ended. We only ended things because he was moved so far away. At the time, the thought of a long distance relationship was simply unthinkable to both of us.<br/><br/>
I never heard much from him again, until a few months ago. By chance, his new job moved him back nearby me, and he reached out over LinkedIn to offer me a role working with him at his new place.<br/><br/>
I can't say I wasn't reluctant to take the offer. Old flames becoming co-workers was surely a recipe for disaster, especially seeing as I was dating $name now, but I really shouldn't of worried. Theo had grown into quite the professional.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $gfRelationToTheo is 'attractedToButNothingsHappened'>>
Even though we both knew there was that tension between us, I still couldn't imagine Theo would message me this late without a good reason - he's a pretty professional guy. Something important must be happening with work.<br/><br/>
With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I opened the notification.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $gfRelationToTheo is 'cheatingOnYouWithHim'>>
The message could of been about anything. Was he thinking of me? Alone and horny too? My heart fluttered just thinking about it. Unfortately, as I read the message it sadly wasn't that at all... at least not right away.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
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<<if $gfRelationToTheo is 'cheatingOnYouWithHim'>>
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<div class="textMessageName">Theo</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Hey you. Did you hear the news? They need us for the pitch in Oslo. x</div>
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<div class="textMessageName">Theo</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Did you hear? They need us for the pitch in Oslo.</div>
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<div class="textMessageName">$gf</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Are you serious?</div>
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<div class="textMessageName">Theo</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">It's all being finalized now. Better pack those bags, they could be sending us out at any moment.</div>
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I couldn't believe this! Honestly, now of all times? It seemed Theo was fine with all this, nothing ever really bothered him, but right now I needed to be here and deal with everything going on with $name!<br/><br/>
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It might sound unconvincing considering what I've been up to with Theo, but I truly do care about $name. I was so lucky to meet him when I did; he was there for me when my life was at rock bottom, and supported me so much. What's between me and him is... special. It's hard to even articulate it.<br/><br/>
I think we both share a similar urge within us... a need for just a little bit more. Theo scratches that itch for me... I'm hoping the sissy side of things will do the same for $name.<br/><br/>
As much as he was on my mind, exciting ideas of everything Theo and I could get up to in Oslo began to thrill me. It was an opportunity far too good to waste.<br/><br/>
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<div class="textMessageName">$gf</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Maybe they can sort us out with a shared hotel room x</div>
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<div class="textMessageName">Theo</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Fuck... I'd love to wake up with you every morning. x</div>
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<div class="textMessageDescription">You know they won't do that though, you naughty girl. There's nothing to stop me paying you a late night visit though x</div>
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<div class="textMessageName">$gf</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Mmm, yes please. Strictly to discuss business, of course x</div>
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<div class="textMessageName">$gf</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">I don't know... maybe you could suggest what I wear in the pitch. I need something to put on over this... x</div>
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<div class="textMessageDescription">!!!</div>
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<div class="textMessageName">Theo</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Fuck that's hot!!! x x</div>
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<div class="textMessageName">Theo</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Never seen you in tht little number before... x</div>
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<div class="textMessageDescription">I'll have to bring it with me then. You can see much closer x</div>
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<div class="textMessageDescription">And I'll pack this. x</div>
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<div class="textMessageName">$gf</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Mmm... and not just in there, I hope x</div>
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<div class="textMessageDescription">Something's really gotten into you tonight! I thought you were by yourself over there - do you always dress like that alone? x</div>
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<div class="textMessageDescription">He he, now and then... x</div>
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<div class="textMessageDescription">It feels wrong for a girl like you to be all by herself, especially looking that like that! x</div>
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<div class="textMessageDescription">Should I come over?... x</div>
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It was seriously tempting... but I couldn't. It was getting way too late, and I had more to do regarding $name. Besides, the wait would make things so much better...<br/><br/>
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<div class="textMessageDescription">Fuck. You know I'd love that, but tonight's not a good time. Let's wait until Oslo. It'll be worth it, I promise. x</div>
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<div class="textMessageDescription">Ha, OK. But now I REALLY can't wait to go! x</div>
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Part of me wanting to keep chatting to him all night, but things were getting hectic. Pretty soon I'd need to start packing, but before that I wanted to check for replies to my thread.<br/><br/>
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<div class="textMessageDescription">Corporate are sorting out travel and hotel rooms now. Looks like we could be out there more than just a couple of days.</div>
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<<if $gfRelationToTheo is 'justCoWorkers'>>
The thought of a long hotel stay wasn't as daunting when it meant spending time with Theo. He was a very attractive guy, the type you'd think would know it, but whether or not he did he had always kept things appropriate with co-workers, including me.<br/><br/>
When I mention the rigid template of the 'ideal' man, he'd certainly be the type to fit it. Classically good looking in the way so many girls want: tall, fit and with nice wavey, jet-black hair.<br/><br/>
It was refreshing to feel no sexual tension with a guy like that, and we had become pretty decent friends. When it came to pitching we made an especially great team, so it was no wonder corporate chose us.<br/><br/>
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A long hotel stay, and all of it with Theo so close by. There's going to be plenty of down time at the end of each day. I know we've always been professional since we reconnecting but... this could be the kind of situation where things... happen.<br/><br/>
I guess what had me a little worried is that Theo was... a ridiculously, attractive man. When I mentioned the rigid template of the 'ideal' man, he would certainly be the type to fit it. Classically good looking would be an understatement: tall, fit and with the most perfectly wavey, jet-black hair.<br/><br/>
All year round he had the most gorgeous tan, and during the summer he'd wear these tight, white dress shirts that he wore with the top three buttons undone. Almost all of us in the office had noticed the gorgeously thick, muscles he had for pecs; they made his shirt look like it could burst open at any moment! How he got away with such a look at work I really don't know.<br/><br/>
I've noticed he's started to become quite the flirt too, especially since recently becoming single. Of course, I wasn't going to let him know such thoughts were crossing my mind.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $gfRelationToTheo is 'attractedToButNothingsHappened'>>
A long hotel stay, and all that time with Theo so close by. Just the thought of him visiting me in the middle of the night... oh fuck, it's just so tempting. I'm going to need to control myself, aren't I?<br/><br/>
For now, I just needed to keep things cool, despite what was crossing my mind.<br/><br/>
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<div class="textMessageName">$gf</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Long stay? I better get packing.</div>
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<div class="textMessageName">Theo</div>
<div class="textMessageDescription">Same. Looking forward to it. Us two together are gonna kill it out there!</div>
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With everything on my plate, it really felt like things were getting hectic. Pretty soon I'd need to start packing, but before that I wanted to check for replies to my thread.<br/><br/>
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Theo is... a ridiculously, attractive man. When I mentioned the rigid template of the 'ideal' guy, he would certainly be the type to fit within it. Classically good looking would be an understatement: tall, fit and with the most perfectly wavey, jet-black hair, the kind so soft you just want to run your hands through it and tussle.<br/><br/>
All year round he had the most gorgeous tan, and during the summer he'd wear these tight, white dress shirts that he wore with the top three buttons undone. I could never help staring at those gorgeously thick, muscles he has for pecs, they looked like they were practically bursting to get out underneath! It's such a hot sight. How he could get away with such a slutty look at work I really don't know, but you woouldn't hear any complaints from me!<br/><br/>
It doesn't help that he can be a real charmer too. When he arrived at the job he wasn't single, but after that changed he quickly took a delight in flirting with me. I'm no stranger to men trying it on, but I have to admit, when he did it I couldn't help but play along...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["We're painfully aware we're attracted to each other, but I didn't let it go further than flirting. I'm with " + $name +"."|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 5; $gfRelationToTheo = 'attractedToButNothingsHappened']]</div><br/>
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It felt including that context would help explain my concerns. It's not that my doubts were that strong; I just wanted reassurance that I wasn't letting my horniness carry me away. I was excited to see where this would go, but at the same time, was I sleepwalking into something that could ruin what was between us?<br/><br/>
I'm the type of person who agonizes over anything they post to the internet, so after necking the last of my wine for some Dutch courage, I hit the post button before I could overthink it. I really couldn't wait for the replies, but I'd have to. Passing the time with a second glass of wine was tempting, but luckily another distraction caught my eye first - an incredible horny thread from some anonymous sissy: 'I became a guy's whore tonight!!!'.<br/><br/>
The title alone had my hand unconsciously drift down over my panties; my middle finger poised ready to trace directly up and down the front. The page hadn't even loaded yet, but my imagination was already stirring.<br/><br/>
Their story didn't even have much sex in it, yet somehow was still such a turn on to read. The conflicting emotions running through their mind as they prepared in secret, determined to suck cock for the first time - how hard they had to push themselves through an almost unbearable reluctance. The anticipation of it all... ugh... it was so arousing.<br/><br/>
What is it with sissies? Do they want to be total sluts for cock, or not? They must do... but they seem to so desperately fight against the urge. Pulled back and forth. So fascinating... so... dirty...<br/><br/>
I was very consciously rubbing myself now, pressing the pads of my fingers harder up and down the satin covering my pussy. I should of realized resisting this was futile from the moment I chose to read this, but now I couldn't even focus on the words! It's shocking how fast the thought of sissies work me up!<br/><br/>
I closed my eyes, imagining the person in the story as $name... all those urges taking control of him... giving in to his deepest desires... about to be turned out as the whore he was deep down inside. I really should of stopped, but it got me so... fucking... wet...<br/><br/>
My fingertips were just beginning to slip into my panties when a sudden, shrill sound made me jump out of fright. I gasped for breath as the rush of sudden fear faded; it was just my phone! Receiving a text wouldn't normally be so shocking, but you get a bit jittery when you live alone.<br/><br/>
Annoying as the disturbance was, it's timing was probably for the best. I had gotten way off track. One new message... and it was from Theo!? A text from him, and this late in the evening... just what could this be about?<br/><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["Probably work stuff. We're just co-workers."|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 5; $gfRelationToTheo = 'justCoWorkers']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["We're co-workers, but Theo and I dated before I met " + $name +"."|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 5; $gfRelationToTheo = 'exBoyfriend']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["We're co-workers, but Theo and I have had something going on between us..."|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 55; $gfRelationToTheo = 'potentialBoyfriend']]</div><br/>
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I typed the first thing I could think of as the thread title, something I hoped could grab the attention of a girl who's been through the same thing. 'Just found out my boyfriend is a sissy - need advice!'<br/><br/>
The body of the message was much harder to figure out. What exactly did I want to say? What was it I needed to know? Thinking about all this made me deeply consider $name and I's relationship.<br/><br/>
<<if $playerVirgin is 'yes'>>
We had never had sex together. I'd been with plenty of guys before, but with $name, it just never happened...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["I love " + $name +", but he's not exactly the type of guy I wanted to fuck. I never tried to have sex with him, and it didn't seem to bother him much - I think."|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 4; $gfReasonForNoSexWithPlayer = 'notAttractedToHimAsAMan']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["I kind of went off men a bit after how awful my previous relationships were. I think he sensed that's why I never tried to have sex with him."|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 4; $gfReasonForNoSexWithPlayer = 'notAttractedToMenAnymore']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["He tried it on a few times, but I never let it get anywhere. Honestly, I kinda got a kick out of withholding it. He gave up trying surprisingly quick."|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 4; $gfReasonForNoSexWithPlayer = 'enjoyedWithholdingIt']]</div><br/>
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We had a pretty decent sex life together. It wasn't exactly the greatest of all time or anything, but we enjoyed each other enough. With him being a sissy though, what would happen from here? Sissies get fucked by men, right? Where does that leave me in all this?<br/><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["I love " + $name +", but... I still need a man too."|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 4; $gfsNeedInAPartner = 'stillNeedsAMan']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["Honestly, I might find him hotter as a girl than a guy..."|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 4; $gfsNeedInAPartner = 'wouldBeHappyWithAGf']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice gfChoice">[["No way am I letting that sissy forget me..."|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 4; $gfsNeedInAPartner = 'hungerToDominate']]</div><br/>
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It had been such a crazy day - work was getting more demanding than ever, but all my thoughts were occupied with $name's big revelation! I'd been doing my best to avoid a habit of drinking alone, but if I ever deserved a glass of wine, it was tonight.<br/><br/>
After such a long day, it was always a relief to finally get this tight, little pencil skirt off. Ha, I bet $name wished he could try it on when he saw me in it. Good thing he couldn't see underneath; the pink, satin lingerie I wore today would of made him especially jealous. I just felt like getting a little confidence boost this morning. Feeling sexy can be so empowering, even when nobody else can see.<br/><br/>
It's funny, I used to feel sorry for men and their limited clothing options; all the fun and thrills they had no idea they were missing out on. It's starting to become clear there's apparently quite a few out there who do, even if it's only the ones like $name. Mmm, the thought of those naughty boys, secretly indulging in their forbidden pleasure... how cute.<br/><br/>
I was going to change out of the lingerie, but it seemed like a shame to take it off so soon. What a state I was getting myself in: curled up on the sofa in my sexiest undies, wine in one hand, tapping search queries into my laptop about sissies on the other. This could swiftly become a decadent evening if I wasn't careful.<br/><br/>
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As long as I kept focus, I could at least learn something before getting <em>too</em> 'distracted'. $name said he was going to call me pretty soon to tell me more - I just wanted to be better prepared next time.<br/><br/>
Avoiding porn when trying to find anything sissy related turned out the be incredibly difficult. I was over halfway through my drink when I finally found something promising: the 'Sissyology' subreddit, 'a place for thoughtful discussion on the nature of sissyhood'.<br/><br/>
At a glance, it seemed like exactly the kind of thing I was looking for! I was quickly coming across all kinds of things I had never heard of. A lot of it seemed like horny posts from sissies sharing hot experiences and filthy fantasies, but separate to all that were so many threads from people with questions about the lifestyle itself.<br/><br/>
One person had wrote about their partner breaking up with them after finding out - oh, the poor thing! It sadly didn't surprise me though; my girl friends can't stand the thought of dating 'unmanly' men. It's not I didn't 'appreciate' those kind of guys too, but their idea of an acceptable partner was so rigid I had never dared let them know my fondness for 'a different flavor'.<br/><br/>
Admittedly, up until now I thought sissies were something that only existed in porn; some kinky fetish, like when people are super into bondage or something. Everything I was learning now had me thinking this was way more complicated than that!<br/><br/>
Just how deep does this go for him?<br/><br/>
The people on this forum seemed considerate enough; maybe they could help clear a few things up for me. I decided to post something...<br/><br/>
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<div class="GFEIntroHeader2">The Girlfriend Experience</div>
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When I got back outside to the Grenton car park I was shaking, actually shaking! Part of me still couldn't quite believe it... $name, my $name... a sissy! The more I thought about it, the more it sort of made sense, but still!<br/><br/>
Aww, it looked so difficult for him; I just wanted to reach over the table and hold him tight after he told me everything. I'd never seen such a distraught look on his cute, little face before! If only I'd known... if only <em>he'd</em> known! So much wasted effort thinking we had to hide our guilty pleasures from one another, when all this time we could of been enjoying the overlap!<br/><br/>
How tragic that it's taken this long for us to talk that openly; I'm just so happy he eventually felt he could! It can't be easy for a man to admit <em>that</em>; being a sissy can't be easy to admit to. Come to think of it, there always was something about him that felt different to the guys I dated before.<br/><br/>
It had been a lot to take in, but I could barely hold back my excitement! I've always found watching slutty, pretty boys being railed so fucking hot, especially the way they moan when they're mercilessly pounded by a huge cock! Has $name fantazied about being used like that!?<br/><br/>
Before I knew I had plenty more questions. How exactly do things work between a girl and a sissy? Will this change everything between us? There wasn't really anyone I could ask about this whole situation, but surely I wasn't the first girl to find herself in this scenario?<br/><br/>
I knew I had to research deeper into this whole sissy thing quickly, and no, not just by watching more of the porn... not that a little more of that would be unhelpful, he he. First though, I needed to get home.<br/><br/>
<span class="gfLink">[[Find my car and drive home.|SSY_GFE1][$SSY_GFE1_state = 1]]</span>
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$gf was sat at her usual table, keenly waiting for you to come into sight. The first glimpse she caught apparently shocked her, and as you came close she futilely covered her mouth to hide her reaction.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">Look how embarrassed she is. Despite how 'accepting' others may think they are, they can't handle the rubber hitting the road... She'll never say anything, but you look ridiculous. Just stop already!</span><br/><br/>
You felt surprisingly timid as you perched onto the seat in of front of her as she continued to take in your new look. Rarely if ever was she lost for words, but the sight of you had her completely dumbstruck.<br/><br/>
Why wasn't she saying anything!? This was a mistake after all, wasn't it? <span class="innerShameText">What an idiot you were... how could you - how could both of you - think this stupid fantasy could ever work out in reality.</span><br/><br/>
Just as your cheeks began simmering, she finally unclasped her hands from her mouth.<br/><br/>
<<if $playerTop.has('Pink silk cami top')>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“...You... you're beautiful!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Wh-what!? You really think so?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Of course! Don't you? Oh, and you've gone for a real 'naughty girl' look too, haven't you? That skimpy little top! I never knew a boy's chest could look so... feminine. And your hair! I guess it's only a wig - but it frames your face so nicely!”<br/><br/>
Your face continued to glow red, now from a modest bashfulness instead of unease.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Do you really dress like this <em>all</em> the time now, $name? You're such a little stunner!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Hah - more or less, yeah. I'm really glad you like it... for a moment there I thought you might have regretted giving this the go ahead."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Baby, are you kidding! I'm so happy to finally see you like this. I hope it's turning out how you wanted, too...”<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerTop.has('Bitch crop top')>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“...Does... does your top say... bitch!?”<br/><br/>
Your skin was really humming now. The embarrassment made you bow your face out of shame, letting the fringe of your wig hide your face. There was no need to feel timid though; when you peeked up to meet her eyes, she was biting down on her lip out of anticipation.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-yes..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Wow - and you dress like this all the time now!?”<br/><br/>
You shly nodded. The confirmation took her breath away, and when she reclaimed her composure there was a mischievous, yet satisfied look on her face. She shuffled to cross her legs tightly; a habit of hers she would use to control herself when arousing thoughts crossed her mind in public.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“I can't believe how outright slutty you look - but so pretty, too! Oh, and your hair! I guess it's only a wig - but it frames your face so nicely!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'm really glad you like it... for a moment there I thought you might have regretted giving this the go ahead."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Baby, are you kidding! I mean, it's wilder than I ever dreamed, but I love it! To think <em>this</em> was pent up in you, all this time...”<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerTop.has('Sleeveless Ribbon Tie Blouse')>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“...You... you're beautiful! And soooo cute!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Wh-what!? You really think so?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Of course, don't you? Oh, your hair! I know it's only a wig - but it frames your face so nicely! And with that ribbon adorning it - eeee - how perfect! It ties you up like the sweetest little present. I thought you'd make a pretty girl, but this beyond anything I could have imagined!”<br/><br/>
Your face continued to glow red, now from a modest bashfulness instead of unease.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'm really glad you like it... for a moment there I thought you might have regretted giving this the go ahead."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Baby, are you kidding! I'm so happy to finally see you like this. I hope it's turning out how you wanted, too...”<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“...You... you're beautiful!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Wh-what!? You really think so?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Of course! Don't you? Oh, that hair - I know it's only a wig - but it frames your face so nicely!”<br/><br/>
Your face continued to glow red, now from a modest bashfulness instead of unease.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“And your figure! It's so girlish in that outfit. This is a nice start, but I reckon a different style is going to look so much better on you...”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'm really glad you like it... for a moment there I thought you might have regretted giving this the go ahead."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Baby, are you kidding! I'm so happy to finally see you like this. I hope it's turning out how you wanted, too...”<br/><br/>
<</if>>
Her excitement finally began to let up a little, though even then she couldn't keep her eyes off of you. No matter what you thought of yourself right now, she appeared to be genuinely proud of what her boyfriend had become.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Soooo, the whole Keaton thing - how did that all go? Please tell me they didn't let my sissy go to waste, he he!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "That... that got pretty wild. Probably not as crazy as <em>you're</em> imagining, but I felt like I pushed myself pretty far out there..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Ha ha, my imagination is what it is $name, you know that! But seriously, I'm impressed enough just seeing you like this! You mentioned the event had been a real rollercoaster though, how so?”<br/><br/>
It was hard to truly explain the experience, but you tried your best. How thrilling the intensity of finally pushing through your long-held hang-ups felt. How shockingly easy it was to get carried away while dressed up all slutty and surrounded by men like that.<br/><br/>
Describing just how much it escalated was complicated, but she seemed to understand. Tears began to well in your eyes when you told her about how awful you felt when you 'crashed' at the end of it all. As you described the negative feelings that flooded you, she reassuringly grabbed your hand.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I... I just felt fucking disgusted with myself!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Hey, ssh now, it's alright! It's not like you're the first horny girl to get carried away, ha!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "*Sniff*... it's just... who am I? Why am I like this? One moment I want all this, and the next... I can't fucking stand it! Am I going insane!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Woah, just slow down! Y'know, I think I read something about this. Those feelings you had... they're don't sound uncommon; it seems a lot of sissies are going through that kind of thing. I bet it'll fade away as you keep pushing forward.”<br/><br/>
Her soft little hand squeezed tightly on yours as she smiled.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Anyway, you can't stop now! You're <em>waaay</em> too hot a sissy to waste this chance, he he!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Hah *sniff*... I'm trying. And don't get me wrong... before I could even process everything, the urge was back as strong as ever."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“There you go! With a little more experience, you'll wonder why regret ever crossed your mind at all! When I see you like this in front of me, I know I don't have any...”<br/><br/>
She twisted some of her hair around her finger as she stared everywhere but your eyes. You knew that look; right know some kind of dirty fantasy was beginning to conjure in her mind - one that almost certainly involved the 'new version' of you.<br/><br/>
As much as there was more you could say, you were determined to not let this become yet another conversation centered entirely on you. You were eager to hear about her Oslo trip.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|cEncouragingGFEvent1Visit][$cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState = 1]]
<<elseif $cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState is 1>>
<<if $gfCuckingPlayer is 'openlyCucking'>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Oh, that! It was... an interesting one. I gotta say, at first I was so annoyed that it was tearing me away from you - I mean, then of all times! But in retrospect, it was kinda nice to get away for a bit.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'm glad - you deserved a break! It sounds like they're always working you to the bone over there. Actually, I've been pretty worried for you these past few months - all the stress my 'situation' must of piled on you... I'm so sorry that I've made things so difficult."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Don't be! You know I'm loving these changes in you, and work I can handle just fine...”<br/><br/>
She paused for a moment, before sullenly drifting her eyes towards the floor. You couldn't recall ever seeing her like this before...<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "What's the matter? Is something wrong?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“*Sigh*... I think it's my turn to be honest you. I'm really not sure how to tell you this...”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "What? $gf, what is it? You can tell me anything!"<br/><br/>
She crossed her arms and turned her face away. For once, she was the timid one.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“...I've... I've been seeing someone. A guy I work with. Fuck, it's just... you've been so open with me lately, about your needs and everything, I... I want to be honest with you too...”<br/><br/>
The revelation left you speechless! Part of you couldn't quite believe it, and yet, deep-down you knew it had to be true. When $gf turned serious like that, she wasn't playing around.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Wh... I... h-how long has this been going on?"<br/><br/>
<<if $gfRelationToTheo is 'cheatingOnYouWithHim'>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“It's been a while now. It started around when all your legal issues began. I just... I don't know what to say, it just sort of happened!”<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“We started hooking up on the Oslo trip. It felt like there was some attraction growing between us for a while, but nothing happened until we got out there.”<br/><br/>
<</if>>
Your mind was racing. You didn't even know what to say right now - what could you?<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“$name, don't you get it? What's between us barely has to change, and with you as a sissy now, don't you think this whole arrangement... feels right? I just... I just think complete honesty from here on is for the best...”<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["No - this isn't fair! These changes never meant you could do this!"|cEncouragingGFEvent1Visit][$cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState = 25; $playerReactionToOpenRelationship = 'unacceptable']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I can't say I wanted this... but, I get it. I... I still want to be with you."|cEncouragingGFEvent1Visit][$cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState = 26; $playerReactionToOpenRelationship = 'reluctantAcceptance']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Is it messed up... that something about this feels so right?"|cEncouragingGFEvent1Visit][$cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState = 27; $playerReactionToOpenRelationship = 'kindOfTurnedOnByIt']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $gfCuckingPlayer is 'secretlyCucking'>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Oh, that! It was... an interesting one. I gotta say, at first I was so annoyed that it was tearing me away from you - I mean, then of all times! But in retrospect, it was kinda nice to get away for a bit. I feel so refreshed!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'm glad - you deserved a break! It sounds like they're always working you to the bone over there. Actually, I've been pretty worried for you these past few months - all the stress my 'situation' must of piled on you... I'm so sorry that I've made things so difficult."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Don't be! You know I'm loving the changes in you. The first few weeks were hard, but I'm in a real good place now. We all have to figure our own way through these things. I'm really excited for everything ahead... for both of us. Y'know, Oslo was beautiful - maybe we could go together someday.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "With you, I'd go anywhere!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“He he, good, because I didn't get to explore it as much as I would of liked! It got dark so early, and I couldn't bare bracing the cold when there was such a lovely, warm hotel room waiting for me. I did manage to get out one lunchtime though; even brought you a little prezzie...”<br/><br/>
<span class="bondHeader gfBondHeader">LOVE DEEPENED WITH $gf</span>
<span class="bond gfBond">
It's early days in the new dynamic between you two, but it seems very promising...
<span class="bondPerkHeader gfBondPerkHeader">Bond Perk:</span> <span class="bondPerk">A loving gift</span>
</span>
<<set $gfBondLevel to 3>>
[[Continue|cEncouragingGFEvent1Visit][$cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState = 2]]
<<elseif $gfCuckingPlayer is 'wantsPermissionTo'>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Oh, that! It was... an interesting one. I gotta say, at first I was so annoyed that it was tearing me away from you - I mean, then of all times! But in retrospect, it was kinda nice to get away for a bit.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'm glad - you deserved a break! It sounds like they're always working you to the bone over there. Actually, I've been pretty worried for you these past few months - all the stress my 'situation' must of piled on you... I'm so sorry that I've made things so difficult."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Don't be! You know I'm loving these changes in you, and work I can handle just fine...”<br/><br/>
She paused for a moment, while her eyes drifted sullenly to the floor; something important must of crossed her mind.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Is everything alright?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“...Yes. Well... maybe. $name, I don't want to sound like I'm not excited about all the changes with you recently, I seriously am! It's just, after you were so honest with me, y'know, about everything you want... well, it made me realize there's something I want too...”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh! Uh, sure - what is it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“This arrangement between us... obviously you get to 'explore' beyond just the two of us. I... need that too.”<br/><br/>
What exactly did that mean!? You felt a bit shell-shocked by it, but should you of been? She could see puzzled look on your face, and swiftly went to clear things up.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“This doesn't mean I don't love you - I really do! If anything, after this whole sissy thing started, you've been on my mind more than ever! It's just... I have other needs too. You can understand that, right?”<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["No! I don't want that, I'd never want that!"|cEncouragingGFEvent1Visit][$cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState = 28; $playerReactionToOpenRelationship = 'unacceptable']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I can't pretend I'm happy about it, but I understand. And, you're right... you deserve it too."|cEncouragingGFEvent1Visit][$cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState = 29; $playerReactionToOpenRelationship = 'reluctantAcceptance']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Is it messed up... that something about this feels so right."|cEncouragingGFEvent1Visit][$cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState = 27; $playerReactionToOpenRelationship = 'kindOfTurnedOnByIt']]</div><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Oh, that! It was... an interesting one. I gotta say, at first I was so annoyed that it was tearing me away from you - I mean, then of all times! But in retrospect, it was kinda nice to get away for a bit.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'm glad - you deserved a break! It sounds like they're always working you to the bone over there. Actually, I've been pretty worried for you these past few months - all the stress my 'situation' must of piled on you... I'm so sorry that I've made things so difficult."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Don't be! You know I'm loving these changes in you - and I can handle myself at work just fine. Y'know, Oslo seemed lovely - maybe we could go together someday.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "With you I'd go anywhere!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“He he, good, because I didn't get to explore it as much as I would of liked! It got dark so early, and I couldn't bare bracing the cold when there was such a lovely, warm hotel room waiting for me. I did manage to get out one lunchtime though; even brought you a little prezzie...”<br/><br/>
<span class="bondHeader gfBondHeader">LOVE DEEPENED WITH $gf</span>
<span class="bond gfBond">
It's early days in the new dynamic between you two, but it seems very promising...
<span class="bondPerkHeader gfBondPerkHeader">Bond Perk:</span> <span class="bondPerk">A loving gift</span>
</span>
<<set $gfBondLevel to 3>>
[[Continue|cEncouragingGFEvent1Visit][$cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState = 2]]
<</if>>
<<elseif $cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState is 25>>
$gf was shocked and upset by your reaction. Perhaps all the openness between you two had her thinking this wouldn't be so fiercely rejected by you, but even the mere thought of it was unacceptable. She cheated!<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "How could you..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“What! Are you serious? What about everything I've been letting you do?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "But it... it's not the same! I came to you <em>before</em> even doing anything! I got your permission <em>first</em>."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Pfft, like that would of ever stopped you. I can't believe this - how can you be so judgmental? I thought you were openminded than this, $name.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Yeah? And I thought you were better a person..."<br/><br/>
Immediately you could see the hurt those words caused her - the kind that cut so deep and painfully that nothing would ever take the damage they caused back. She tried to keep herself together, but she simply couldn't stem the tears that began to stream down her face. As she got up from the table, she struggled to form any more words - her voice reduced to a hoarse whisper.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Well, *sniff*... I suppose that's that then...”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Hmph, I guess it is."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“It's... we're over?”<br/><br/>
So many thoughts went ran your head, but they were all drowned out by an overwhelming resentment. Everything seemed to be going so well between you two, but it was all a façade. Whether it was the hurt you caused her, or the pain she caused you didn't matter. You simply couldn't even look at her right now.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I can't believe it, but... yeah. It's done."<br/><br/>
As your vision blurred, you could see she stood there for a moment longer, then jerked around on the spot and rushed away. A hysterical cry echoed from a corridor far away.<br/><br/>
Wow. That was it... your relationship with $gf was finished.<br/><br/>
<<set $gfBondLevel to 0>>
<<set $gfType to 'brokenUp'>>
[[Continue|cEncouragingGFEvent1Visit][$cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState = 3]]
<<elseif $cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState is 26>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“You do? That's amazing! I get it's a kinda different to your arrangement, but I think this is just another part needed to make this dynamic work... for both us.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I guess I had a feeling something like this could happen. Don't get me wrong, it's not something I wanted, but... you obviously need this... I don't want to get in the way of that."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Mmm, I really do. But I need you, too...”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Not enough, apparently."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Hey, don't be like that! There's just... different things a woman like me needs. You've got your place in that, and Theo has his.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Theo! That guy?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“That's right. Who knows, maybe the two of you will cross paths someday.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Please don't say that..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Well, we're still navigating through all the complexities of this, aren't we? You could at least try keeping an open mind, he he.”<br/><br/>
She really looked delighted with the arrangement she had for herself. It might not of been your ideal, but at least she was satisfied.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Aw, I've got an idea that might cheer you up. How about when all this Grenton business is over, we take a trip to Oslo together? It'll be my treat.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Just us? Are you kidding - with you I'd go anywhere!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“He he, good, because I didn't get to explore it as much as I would of liked! It got dark so early, and I couldn't bare bracing the cold when there was such a lovely, warm hotel room waiting for me. I did manage to get out one lunchtime though; even brought you a little prezzie...”<br/><br/>
<span class="bondHeader gfBondHeader">LOVE DEEPENED WITH $gf</span>
<span class="bond gfBond">
It's early days in the new dynamic between you two, but things are heating up...
<span class="bondPerkHeader gfBondPerkHeader">Bond Perk:</span> <span class="bondPerk">A loving gift</span>
</span>
<<set $gfBondLevel to 3>>
[[Continue|cEncouragingGFEvent1Visit][$cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState = 2]]
<<elseif $cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState is 27>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“It does, does it? Ooh $name, you really are a naughty little freak, aren't you? How had I never suspected what a little deviant you are...”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "There's part of me that knew you deserved more, and I don't know, something about the thought of it... is just right."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“He he, that's how I feel when I think of you exploring your new life too - all the positions you might find yourself in. I'm so happy you're OK with this.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'm not sure if OK is the right word... more like, I can accept it."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“I'm grateful - a woman like me has her needs, but most boyfriends wouldn't dream of allowing such a thing. Fuck, I feel so lucky to have such a thoughtful and giving person like you in my life.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "No, <em>I'm</em> the lucky one... I love you, $gf."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“I love you too. Hey, when all this Grenton business is over, how would you feel about us taking a trip Oslo together when you get out of here? It'll be my treat.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Of course, are you kidding? With you I'd go anywhere!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“He he, good, because I didn't get to explore it as much as I would of liked! It got dark so early, and I couldn't bare bracing the cold when there was such a lovely, warm hotel room waiting for me. I did manage to get out one lunchtime though; even brought you a little prezzie...”<br/><br/>
<span class="bondHeader gfBondHeader">LOVE DEEPENED WITH $gf</span>
<span class="bond gfBond">
It's early days in the new dynamic between you two, but things are heating up...
<span class="bondPerkHeader gfBondPerkHeader">Bond Perk:</span> <span class="bondPerk">A loving gift</span>
</span>
<<set $gfBondLevel to 3>>
[[Continue|cEncouragingGFEvent1Visit][$cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState = 2]]
<<elseif $cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState is 28>>
$gf was shocked and upset by your reaction. Perhaps all the openness between you two had her thinking this wouldn't be so fiercely rejected by you, but there was no way you could just accept that!<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Are you serious? No! No way..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Yes I'm serious! How is it even that different from what I'm letting you do?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "We're in totally different situations! When I opened up to you, I had no idea it would lead here. I never would of wanted this!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Pfft! And if I said no, what would you have done? Just stopped? Yeah right.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Maybe I would of!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Well I don't think this is unfair at all! I've given you all the freedom you need, but you won't let me have the slightest of it in comparison? And here I was thinking you had an open mind, $name.”<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["This is never going to happen. You're just... just trying to take advantage of me!"|cEncouragingGFEvent1Visit][$cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState = 281; $playerReactionToOpenRelationship = 'unacceptable']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I... I hate the thought of it... but if this is the only way... ergh... then fine."|cEncouragingGFEvent1Visit][$cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState = 285; $playerReactionToOpenRelationship = 'reluctantAcceptance']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState is 281>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Taking advantage of me being in this state... always picking out what works for you, as and when you want it. No, I'll never be OK with that!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“You... you think I use you? What the fuck!?”<br/><br/>
The accusation really hit her deep in her soul. She tried to keep herself together, but she simply couldn't stem the tears that began to stream down her face. As she got up from the table, she struggled to form any more words - her voice reduced to a hoarse whisper.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“If that's how you feel, *sniff*... then don't worry. This <em>'user'</em> won't try and using you again...”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Hmph, whatever. So that's it... we're over?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“It think so. Don't you?”<br/><br/>
So many thoughts went ran your head, but they were all drowned out by an overwhelming resentment. Whether it was the hurt you caused her, or the pain she caused you didn't matter. You simply couldn't even look at her right now.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I can't believe it, but... yeah. We're done."<br/><br/>
As your vision blurred, you could see she stood there for a moment longer, then jerked around on the spot and rushed away. A hysterical cry echoed from a corridor far away.<br/><br/>
Wow. That was it... your relationship with $gf was finished.<br/><br/>
<<set $gfBondLevel to 0>>
<<set $gfType to 'brokenUp'>>
[[Continue|cEncouragingGFEvent1Visit][$cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState = 3]]
<<elseif $cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState is 285>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“I'm glad you finally understand. It would of been pretty hypocritical otherwise.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "...I guess I had a feeling something like this could happen. If you really need this... I won't get in the way of that."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Mmm, I really do. But I need you, too...”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Not enough, apparently."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Hey, don't be like that! There's just... different things a woman like me needs. You've got your place in that, and Theo has his.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Theo! That guy?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“That's right. Who knows, maybe the two of you will cross paths someday.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Please don't say that..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Well, we're still navigating through all the complexities of this, aren't we? You could at least try keeping an open mind, he he.”<br/><br/>
She really looked delighted with the arrangement she had for herself. It wasn't what you ever hoped to happen, but at least she was satisfied.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Aw, I've got an idea that might cheer you up. How about when all this Grenton business is over, we take a trip to Oslo together? It'll be my treat.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Are you kidding - with you I'd go anywhere!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“He he, good, because I didn't get to explore it as much as I would of liked! It got dark so early, and I couldn't bare bracing the cold when there was such a lovely, warm hotel room waiting for me. I did manage to get out one lunchtime though; even brought you a little prezzie...”<br/><br/>
<span class="bondHeader gfBondHeader">LOVE DEEPENED WITH $gf</span>
<span class="bond gfBond">
It's early days in the new dynamic between you two, but things are heating up...
<span class="bondPerkHeader gfBondPerkHeader">Bond Perk:</span> <span class="bondPerk">A loving gift</span>
</span>
<<set $gfBondLevel to 3>>
[[Continue|cEncouragingGFEvent1Visit][$cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState = 2]]
<<elseif $cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState is 29>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Oh, so understanding! Thank you $name - not many guys could emphasize, but I knew you'd get it. Obviously it's kind of different to your arrangement, but I think this is just another part needed to make this dynamic work... for both us.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I guess I had a feeling something like this could happen. Don't get me wrong, it's not something I wanted, but... you obviously need this... I don't want to get in the way of that."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Mmm, I really do. But I need you, too...”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Not enough, apparently."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Hey, don't be like that! It's just, a woman like me has her needs. You've got your place in that, and Theo has his.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Theo! That guy?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“That's right. Who knows, maybe the two of you will cross paths someday.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Please don't say that..."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Well, we're still navigating through all the complexities of this, aren't we? You could at least try keeping an open mind, he he.”<br/><br/>
She really looked delighted with the arrangement she had for herself. It might not of been your ideal, but at least she was satisfied.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Aw, I've got an idea that might cheer you up. How about when all this Grenton business is over, we take a trip to Oslo together? It'll be my treat.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Just us? Are you kidding - with you I'd go anywhere!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“He he, good, because I didn't get to explore it as much as I would of liked! It got dark so early, and I couldn't bare bracing the cold when there was such a lovely, warm hotel room waiting for me. I did manage to get out one lunchtime though; even brought you a little prezzie...”<br/><br/>
<span class="bondHeader gfBondHeader">LOVE DEEPENED WITH $gf</span>
<span class="bond gfBond">
It's early days in the new dynamic between you two, but it seems to be going alright...
<span class="bondPerkHeader gfBondPerkHeader">Bond Perk:</span> <span class="bondPerk">A loving gift</span>
</span>
<<set $gfBondLevel to 3>>
[[Continue|cEncouragingGFEvent1Visit][$cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState = 2]]
<<elseif $cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState is 2>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Fluffy Pink Pajamas')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerNightwear' 'Fluffy Pink Pajamas'>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearSystemUnlocked to 1>>
<span class="male">Officer: </span>"Oi, time's up! Why is it always you two that I have to break up!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "S-sorry! Damn $gf, looks like this is it for now. Aw, I really wanted to see what you got me."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Actually it's perfect timing. The guards will give it to you; I had to pass it to them first for checking. They tore off all the wrapping though - totally wasted all the effort I went to!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Well I can't wait to get it."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Enjoy! Hopefully you'll think of me whenever you wear it.”<br/><br/>
The officer was really losing their patience now, so you quickly said your goodbyes. They never got any easier, but the pair of you were getting used to this now.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer: </span>"Come here. There, that's what she brought you. Hold me up again and it won't come in one piece next time!"<br/><br/>
The only thing there was a small pile of pink clothing. You took gold of it, only to feel one of the softest fabrics you'd ever had the pleasure of touching. Initially it seemed to be a towel, but on unfolding it you discovered it to be an incredibly fluffy set of pajamas!<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/fluffyPinkPajamas.jpg" alt="fluffy pink pajamas" class="storyImage">
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Wow, how sweet of her!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer: </span>"The fuck do I care? Go on, get out of here!"<br/><br/>
You hurried away before his mood could get any worse - just what had crawled up his ass today? Probably just jealous he wasn't getting a gift from someone who loved him too.<br/><br/>
As you left, you couldn't stop admiring the gift. $gf knew how much you liked to feel cosy at night, and this would make your stay <em>so</em> much more comfortable!<br/><br/>
Even now, it was hard to believe you had been lucky enough to meet someone like here. In moments like this, nothing in Grenton could pull your spirit down.<br/><br/>
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<<elseif $cEncouragingGFEvent1VisitState is 3>>
<<if $playerNightwear.has('Fluffy Pink Pajamas')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerNightwear' 'Fluffy Pink Pajamas'>><</if>>
<<set $nightwearSystemUnlocked to 1>>
<span class="male">Officer: </span>"Oi, your visitor left already! You can't just mooch around here. Come on!"<br/><br/>
You sulked miserably as you followed him away. Rather than lead you straight back, he pointed to a table near the entryway.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer: </span>"Your girl brought that for you - didn't she mention? Go on, take em and go already."<br/><br/>
The only thing there was a small pile of pink clothing. You took gold of it, only to feel one of the softest fabrics you'd ever had the pleasure of touching. Initially it seemed to be a towel, but on unfolding it you discovered it to be an incredibly fluffy set of pajamas!<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "She... she got this... for me?"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/fluffyPinkPajamas.jpg" alt="fluffy pink pajamas" class="storyImage">
<span class="male">Officer: </span>"Geez, never seen a pair of pajamas before? What is it with you and clothes? Go on, get!"<br/><br/>
You hurried away with the gift. Part of you was so upset you wanted to just throw it away, but how could you? It was such a thoughtful present. She always knew just how much you liked to feel cosy at night. To think, this would be the last thing you'd ever receive from her.<br/><br/>
Perhaps it was all for the best - the way things were going meant things would never be simple for you both. In time, maybe you could look back on your time together fondly, but it felt hard to think about that right now. All you could do was move forward with your new life, without her.<br/><br/>
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if tags().includes('gfeMode')>>
<<else>>
<<showHairsWidget>>
<<showHeadsWidget>>
<br/>
<<showEarringsWidget>>
<<showNecksWidget>>
<br/>
<<showWristsWidget>>
<br/>
<<showTopsWidget>>
<<showBrasWidget>>
<br/>
<<showBottomsWidget>>
<<showUnderwearsWidget>>
<<showGartersWidget>>
<br/>
<<showAnklesWidget>>
<<showFeetsWidget>>
<br/>
-<br/>
<<showAcc1sWidget>>
<<showAcc2sWidget>>
<<showAcc3sWidget>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<widget ssyWardrobeOutfitWarningsWidget>>
<<if $playerUnderwear.isEmpty()>>
You don't feel very girly without panties, better put some on before going back out there!<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerBra.isEmpty()>>
You don't feel as femme without a bra, better put one on before going back out there!<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerBottom.isEmpty()>>
Even a sissy like you can't walk around Grenton in just panties, put something on down there!<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerTop.isEmpty()>>
As slutty as you might feel, you can't really go around Grenton without a top!<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerFeet.isEmpty()>>
It won't be easy to get around Grenton without shoes on, better put some on!<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerTop.has('Modest Maid Outfit') and not $playerBottom.has('Modest Maid Outfit')>>
You've dressed your upper half with the maid outfit, now you just need to put the bottom on properly!<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerBottom.has('Modest Maid Outfit') and not $playerTop.has('Modest Maid Outfit')>>
You've dressed your lower half with the maid outfit, now you just need to put the top properly!<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerTop.has('French Maid Outfit') and not $playerBottom.has('French Maid Outfit')>>
You've dressed your upper half with the maid outfit, now you just need to put the bottom on properly!<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerBottom.has('French Maid Outfit') and not $playerTop.has('French Maid Outfit')>>
You've dressed your lower half with the maid outfit, now you just need to put the top properly!<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<div class="centerLinks">[[Back to Room|SSYRoom]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<</widget>>
<<widget wardrobeOutfitWarningsWidget>>
<<if $playerUnderwear.isEmpty()>>Better put some underwear on before going back out there!<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerBottom.isEmpty()>>Better put something on to cover your lower half a bit before going back out there!<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerTop.isEmpty()>>Better put a top on before going back out there!<br/><br/>
<<else>><div class="centerLinks">[[Back to Room|Room]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<</widget>>
<<widget ssyMakeupWarningsWidget>>
<<if $playerLipstick is 'ash grey' and $playerBlush is 'charcoal grey'>>
<div class="centerLinks">[[*Cough* The makeup... something's gone horribly wrong... |taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 4]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerLipstick is 'ash grey' and $playerBlush is not 'charcoal grey'>>
This makeup looks shockingly terrible on you! Maybe it just needs the accompanying blush?<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerLipstick is not 'ash grey' and $playerBlush is 'charcoal grey'>>
This makeup looks shockingly terrible on you! Maybe the accompanying lipstick will improve the look?<br/><br/>
<<else>><div class="centerLinks">[[Back to Room|SSYRoom]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<</widget>>
<<widget showHairsWidget>>
<<if $playerHair.has('brown hair')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/hairBrown.jpg">
<<elseif $playerHair.has('blonde hair')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/hairBlonde.jpg">
<<elseif $playerHair.has('red hair')>><img class="equipSlot leftSlot" src="images/items/hairRed.jpg">
<<else>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<</if>>
<span class="nothing"></span>
<</widget>>
<<widget listHairsOwnedWidget>>
<<if $playerHairs.has('brown hair')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/hairBrown.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerHairs.has('blonde hair')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/hairBlonde.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerHairs.has('red hair')>><img class="equipSlot leftSlot" src="images/items/hairRed.jpg"><</if>>
<</widget>>
<<widget showHeadsWidget>>
<<if $playerHead.has('hat')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/CasualHat.jpg">
<<elseif $playerHead.has('Hat')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/CasualHat.jpg">
<<elseif $playerHead.has('Pink hairband')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/CutePinkHeadband.jpg">
<<else>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<</if>>
<span class="nothing"></span>
<</widget>>
<<widget listHeadsOwnedWidget>>
<<if $playerHeads.has('hat')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/CasualHat.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerHeads.has('Hat')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/CasualHat.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerHeads.has('Pink hairband')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/CutePinkHeadband.jpg"><</if>>
<</widget>>
<<widget showEarringsWidget>>
<<if $playerEarring.has('earring1')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/earring1.jpg">
<<elseif $playerEarring.has('earring2')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/earring2.jpg">
<<elseif $playerEarring.has('earring3')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/earring3.jpg">
<<else>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<</if>>
<span class="nothing"></span>
<</widget>>
<<widget listEarringsOwnedWidget>>
<<if $playerEarrings.has('earring1')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/earring1.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerEarrings.has('earring2')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/earring2.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerEarrings.has('earring3')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/earring3.jpg"><</if>>
<</widget>>
<<widget showNecksWidget>>
<<if $playerNeck.has('silver chain')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/CasualChain.jpg">
<<elseif $playerNeck.has('Silver chain')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/CasualChain.jpg">
<<elseif $playerNeck.has('Pink heart choker')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/SissyPinkHeartCollar.jpg">
<<elseif $playerNeck.has('Bitch heart choker')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/BitchBlackHeartChoker.jpg">
<<else>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<</if>>
<span class="nothing"></span>
<</widget>>
<<widget listNecksOwnedWidget>>
<<if $playerNecks.has('silver chain')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/CasualChain.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerNecks.has('Silver chain')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/CasualChain.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerNecks.has('Pink heart choker')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/SissyPinkHeartCollar.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerNecks.has('Bitch heart choker')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/BitchBlackHeartChoker.jpg"><</if>>
<</widget>>
<<widget showWristsWidget>>
<<if $playerWrist.has('silver watch')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/CasualWatch.jpg">
<<elseif $playerWrist.has('Silver watch')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/CasualWatch.jpg">
<<elseif $playerWrist.has('wrist3')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/wrist3.jpg">
<<else>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<</if>>
<span class="nothing"></span>
<</widget>>
<<widget listWristsOwnedWidget>>
<<if $playerWrists.has('silver watch')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/CasualWatch.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerWrists.has('Silver watch')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/CasualWatch.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerWrists.has('wrist3')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/wrist3.jpg"><</if>>
<</widget>>
<<widget showTopsWidget>>
<<if $playerTop.has('jumper')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/CasualJumper.jpg">
<<elseif $playerTop.has('Basic white top')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/basicWhiteTop.jpg">
<<elseif $playerTop.has('Jumper')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/CasualJumper.jpg">
<<elseif $playerTop.has('Fluffy Pink Pajama Top')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/fluffyPinkPajamaTop.jpg">
<<elseif $playerTop.has('Satin Pink Pajama Top')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/pinkSatinPajamaTop.jpg">
<<elseif $playerTop.has('Bitch crop top')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/bitchStrappyCropTop.jpg">
<<elseif $playerTop.has('Modest Maid Outfit')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/ModestMaidTop.jpg">
<<elseif $playerTop.has('French Maid Outfit')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/FrenchMaidTop.jpg">
<<elseif $playerTop.has('Sleeveless Ribbon Tie Blouse')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/CuteSleevelessRibbonTieBlouse.jpg">
<<elseif $playerTop.has('Pink silk cami top')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/SissyPinkSilkCami.jpg">
<<else>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<</if>>
<span class="nothing"></span>
<</widget>>
<<widget listTopsOwnedWidget>>
<<if $playerTops.has('jumper')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/CasualJumper.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerTops.has('Basic white top')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/basicWhiteTop.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerTops.has('Jumper')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/CasualJumper.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerTops.has('Fluffy Pink Pajama Top')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/fluffyPinkPajamaTop.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerTops.has('Satin Pink Pajama Top')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/pinkSatinPajamaTop.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerTops.has('Bitch crop top')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/bitchStrappyCropTop.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerTops.has('Modest Maid Outfit')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/ModestMaidTop.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerTops.has('French Maid Outfit')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/FrenchMaidTop.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerTops.has('Sleeveless Ribbon Tie Blouse')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/CuteSleevelessRibbonTieBlouse.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerTops.has('Pink silk cami top')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/SissyPinkSilkCami.jpg"><</if>>
<</widget>>
<<widget showBrasWidget>>
<<if $playerBra.has('bra1')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/bra1.jpg">
<<elseif $playerBra.has('Red satin bra')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/redSatinBra.jpg">
<<elseif $playerBra.has('Basic cotton bra')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/basicCottonBra.jpg">
<<elseif $playerBra.has('Ugly bra')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/uglyBra.jpg">
<<elseif $playerBra.has('Pink basic bra')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/pinkBasicBra.jpg">
<<elseif $playerBra.has('Bridal bra')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/bridalBra.jpg">
<<else>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<</if>>
<span class="nothing"></span>
<</widget>>
<<widget listBrasOwnedWidget>>
<<if $playerBras.has('bra1')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/bra1.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerBras.has('Red satin bra')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/redSatinBra.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerBras.has('Basic cotton bra')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/basicCottonBra.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerBras.has('Ugly bra')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/uglyBra.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerBras.has('Pink basic bra')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/pinkBasicBra.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerBras.has('Bridal bra')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/bridalBra.jpg"><</if>>
<</widget>>
<<widget showBottomsWidget>>
<<if $playerBottom.has('jeans')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/CasualJeans.jpg">
<<elseif $playerBottom.has('Basic black skirt')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/basicBlackSkirt.jpg">
<<elseif $playerBottom.has('Jeans')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/CasualJeans.jpg">
<<elseif $playerBottom.has('Fluffy Pink Pajama Bottoms')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/fluffyPinkPajamaBottoms.jpg">
<<elseif $playerBottom.has('Satin Pink Pajama Bottoms')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/pinkSatinPajamaBottoms.jpg">
<<elseif $playerBottom.has('Bitch pink zip front skirt')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/bitchZipFront.jpg">
<<elseif $playerBottom.has('Modest Maid Outfit')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/ModestMaidBottom.jpg">
<<elseif $playerBottom.has('French Maid Outfit')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/FrenchMaidBottom.jpg">
<<elseif $playerBottom.has('Cute pink skirt')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/CutePinkSkirt.jpg">
<<elseif $playerBottom.has('Pink slit skirt')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/SissyPinkSlitSkirt.jpg">
<<else>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<</if>>
<span class="nothing"></span>
<</widget>>
<<widget listBottomsOwnedWidget>>
<<if $playerBottoms.has('jeans')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/CasualJeans.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerBottoms.has('Basic black skirt')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/basicBlackSkirt.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerBottoms.has('Jeans')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/CasualJeans.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerBottoms.has('Fluffy Pink Pajama Bottoms')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/fluffyPinkPajamaBottoms.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerBottoms.has('Satin Pink Pajama Bottoms')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/pinkSatinPajamaBottoms.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerBottoms.has('Bitch pink zip front skirt')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/bitchZipFront.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerBottoms.has('Modest Maid Outfit')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/ModestMaidBottom.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerBottoms.has('French Maid Outfit')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/FrenchMaidBottom.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerBottoms.has('Cute pink skirt')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/CutePinkSkirt.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerBottoms.has('Pink slit skirt')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/SissyPinkSlitSkirt.jpg"><</if>>
<</widget>>
<<widget showUnderwearsWidget>>
<<if $playerUnderwear.has('black boxers')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/CasualUnderwear.jpg">
<<elseif $playerUnderwear.has('Basic cotton panties')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/basicCottonPanties.jpg">
<<elseif $playerUnderwear.has('Red satin panties')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/redSatinPanties.jpg">
<<elseif $playerUnderwear.has('Ugly panties')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/uglyPanties.jpg">
<<elseif $playerUnderwear.has('Pink basic panties')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/pinkBasicPanties.jpg">
<<elseif $playerUnderwear.has('Bridal panties')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/bridalPanties.jpg">
<<elseif $playerUnderwear.has('Black boxers')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/CasualUnderwear.jpg">
<<else>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<</if>>
<span class="nothing"></span>
<</widget>>
<<widget listUnderwearsOwnedWidget>>
<<if $playerUnderwears.has('black boxers')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/CasualUnderwear.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwears.has('Basic cotton panties')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/basicCottonPanties.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwears.has('Red satin panties')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/redSatinPanties.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwears.has('Ugly panties')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/uglyPanties.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwears.has('Pink basic panties')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/pinkBasicPanties.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwears.has('Bridal panties')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/bridalPanties.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwears.has('Black boxers')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/CasualUnderwear.jpg"><</if>>
<</widget>>
<<widget showGartersWidget>>
<<if $playerGarter.has('garter1')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/garter1.jpg">
<<elseif $playerGarter.has('Red satin garter belt')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/redSatinGarterBelt.jpg">
<<elseif $playerGarter.has('Pink basic garter belt')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/pinkBasicGarterBelt.jpg">
<<elseif $playerGarter.has('Bridal garter belt')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/bridalGarterBelt.jpg">
<<else>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<</if>>
<span class="nothing"></span>
<</widget>>
<<widget listGartersOwnedWidget>>
<<if $playerGarters.has('garter1')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/garter1.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerGarters.has('Red satin garter belt')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/redSatinGarterBelt.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerGarters.has('Pink basic garter belt')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/pinkBasicGarterBelt.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerGarters.has('Bridal garter belt')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/bridalGarterBelt.jpg"><</if>>
<</widget>>
<<widget showAnklesWidget>>
<<if $playerAnkle.has('black socks')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/CasualSocks.jpg">
<<elseif $playerAnkle.has('Black stockings')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/blackStockings.jpg">
<<elseif $playerAnkle.has('Pink basic stockings')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/pinkBasicStockings.jpg">
<<elseif $playerAnkle.has('White lace stockings')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/whiteLaceStockings.jpg">
<<elseif $playerAnkle.has('Fishnet stockings')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/fishnetStockings.jpg">
<<elseif $playerAnkle.has('Black socks')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/CasualSocks.jpg">
<<else>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<</if>>
<span class="nothing"></span>
<</widget>>
<<widget listAnklesOwnedWidget>>
<<if $playerAnkles.has('black socks')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/CasualSocks.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerAnkles.has('Black stockings')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/blackStockings.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerAnkles.has('Pink basic stockings')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/pinkBasicStockings.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerAnkles.has('White lace stockings')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/whiteLaceStockings.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerAnkles.has('Fishnet stockings')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/fishnetStockings.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerAnkles.has('Black socks')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/CasualSocks.jpg"><</if>>
<</widget>>
<<widget showFeetsWidget>>
<<if $playerFeet.has('white trainers')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/CasualTrainers.jpg">
<<elseif $playerFeet.has('Basic creme flats')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/basicCremeFlats.jpg">
<<elseif $playerFeet.has('Black patent leather heels')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/blackPatentHeels.jpg">
<<elseif $playerFeet.has('White trainers')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/CasualTrainers.jpg">
<<elseif $playerFeet.has('Bitch Heels')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/bitchPadlockHeels.jpg">
<<elseif $playerFeet.has('Pink ankle strap heels')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/CutePinkAnkleStrapHeels.jpg">
<<elseif $playerFeet.has('Black ankle strap heels')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/SissyBlackAnkleStrapHeels.jpg">
<<else>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<</if>>
<span class="nothing"></span>
<</widget>>
<<widget listFeetsOwnedWidget>>
<<if $playerFeets.has('white trainers')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/CasualTrainers.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerFeets.has('Basic creme flats')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/basicCremeFlats.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerFeets.has('Black patent leather heels')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/blackPatentHeels.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerFeets.has('White trainers')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/CasualTrainers.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerFeets.has('Bitch Heels')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/bitchPadlockHeels.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerFeets.has('Pink ankle strap heels')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/CutePinkAnkleStrapHeels.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerFeets.has('Black ankle strap heels')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/SissyBlackAnkleStrapHeels.jpg"><</if>>
<</widget>>
<<widget showAcc1sWidget>>
<<if $playerAcc1.has('acc1_1')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/acc1_1.jpg">
<<elseif $playerAcc1.has('acc1_2')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/acc1_2.jpg">
<<else>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<</if>>
<span class="nothing"></span>
<</widget>>
<<widget listAcc1sOwnedWidget>>
<<if $playerAcc1s.has('acc1_1')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/acc1_1.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerAcc1s.has('acc1_2')>><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/acc1_2.jpg"><</if>>
<</widget>>
<<widget showAcc2sWidget>>
<<if $playerAcc2.has('Pink chastity device')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/pinkChastity.jpg">
<<elseif $playerAcc2.has('acc2_2')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/acc2_2.jpg">
<<else>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<</if>>
<span class="nothing"></span>
<</widget>>
<<widget listAcc2sOwnedWidget>>
<<if $playerAcc2s.has('Pink chastity device')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/pinkChastity.jpg">
<<if $playerAcc2s.has('acc2_2')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotMiddleSlot" src="images/items/acc2_2.jpg"><</if>>
<</widget>>
<<widget showAcc3sWidget>>
<<if $playerAcc3.has('acc3_1')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/acc3_1.jpg">
<<elseif $playerAcc3.has('acc3_2')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/acc3_2.jpg">
<<else>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/emptyEquip.jpg">
<</if>>
<span class="nothing"></span>
<</widget>>
<<widget listAcc3sOwnedWidget>>
<<if $playerAcc3s.has('acc3_1')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/acc3_1.jpg"><</if>>
<<if $playerAcc3s.has('acc3_2')>><img class="equipSlot equipSlotRightHandSlot" src="images/items/acc3_2.jpg"><</if>>
<</widget>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<widget showInventoryItems>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Black Brazilian panties from $gf')>><span class="itemTooltip"><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/blackBrazilianPanties.jpg"><span class="itemTooltiptext">Black Brazilian panties</span></span><</if>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Purple lingerie and makeup set')>><span class="itemTooltip"><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/purpleCharSet.jpg"><span class="itemTooltiptext">A purple lingerie set</span></span><</if>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Blue USB stick')>><span class="itemTooltip"><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/blueUsb.jpg"><span class="itemTooltiptext">The Blue USB</span></span><</if>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Soft and dark material')>><span class="itemTooltip"><img class="equipSlot" src="images/shop/softDarkMaterial.jpg"><span class="itemTooltiptext">Some soft, dark material</span></span><</if>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Box with Raymond in it')>><span class="itemTooltip"><img class="equipSlot" src="images/shop/boxOfRaymond.jpg"><span class="itemTooltiptext">The box of Raymond</span></span><</if>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Makeshift dildo')>><span class="itemTooltip"><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/makeshiftDildo.jpg"><span class="itemTooltiptext">A makeshift dildo</span></span><</if>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Word Birds novel')>><span class="itemTooltip"><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/wordBirds.jpg"><span class="itemTooltiptext">Word Birds book</span></span><</if>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('A book by Schmiffy Schmiffshaft')>><span class="itemTooltip"><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/schmiffyBook.jpg"><span class="itemTooltiptext">Schmiffy Schmiffshaft book</span></span><</if>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('The Reins of The Golden Bramble book')>><span class="itemTooltip"><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/goldenBrambleBook.jpg"><span class="itemTooltiptext">The Golden Bramble book</span></span><</if>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Mahon cheese')>><span class="itemTooltip"><img class="equipSlot" src="images/shop/mahonCheese.jpg"><span class="itemTooltiptext">Some Mahon cheese</span></span><</if>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Paper')>><span class="itemTooltip"><img class="equipSlot" src="images/shop/paper.jpg"><span class="itemTooltiptext">Paper</span></span><</if>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Grooming kit')>><span class="itemTooltip"><img class="equipSlot" src="images/shop/groomingKit.jpg"><span class="itemTooltiptext">A grooming kit</span></span><</if>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Photos of $gf')>><span class="itemTooltip"><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/photosOfGf.jpg"><span class="itemTooltiptext">Photos of $gf</span></span><</if>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Walkman')>><span class="itemTooltip"><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/walkman.jpg"><span class="itemTooltiptext">A CD Walkman</span></span><</if>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Eggs')>><span class="itemTooltip"><img class="equipSlot" src="images/shop/eggs.jpg"><span class="itemTooltiptext">Some eggs</span></span><</if>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Bacon')>><span class="itemTooltip"><img class="equipSlot" src="images/shop/bacon.jpg"><span class="itemTooltiptext">Some bacon</span></span><</if>>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Wallet')>><span class="itemTooltip"><img class="equipSlot" src="images/items/wallet.jpg"><span class="itemTooltiptext">Wallet</span></span><</if>>
<</widget>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<widget showShameUrgeBox>>
<div class="urgeBox">
<div class="urgeImageBox"><img src="images/extras/urgeEXT.png" alt="An icon of red fire to representing emerging emotions" class="socialUrgeIcon"></div>
<div class="urgeBoxText">You felt a mix of shameful feelings stir within you</div>
</div>
<</widget>>
<<widget showPrideUrgeBox>>
<div class="urgeBox">
<div class="urgeImageBox"><img src="images/extras/urgePRIDE.png" alt="An icon of pink fire to representing emerging emotions" class="socialUrgeIcon"></div>
<div class="urgeBoxHeader">You felt a sense of pride arise within you</div>
</div>
<</widget>>
<<widget showFocusUI>>
<<if $playerStartType is 'straight' and $gotRaymond is 1 and $khanState6Gift is 1 and $andersonAdvised is 1 and $cGfEvent2Complete is 1>>
<<showFocus>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerStartType is 'sissy' and $deanAdvised is 1 and $khanState6Gift is 1 and $andersonAdvised is 1 and $cGfEvent2Complete is 1>>
<<showFocus>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerStartType is 'sissybf' and $deanAdvised is 1 and $khanState6Gift is 1 and $andersonAdvised is 1 and $cGfEvent2Complete is 1>>
<<if $gfType is 'open' and $openGfFollowUpCall is 2>>
<<showFocus>>
<<elseif $gfType is 'mentor' or $gfType is 'cuck'>>
<<showFocus>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerStartType is 'closeted' and $deanAdvised is 1 and $khanAdvised is 1 and $andersonAdvised is 1 and $cGfEvent2Complete is 1>>
<<if $uglyUnderwearPicked is 1 or $sexyUnderwearPicked is 1>>
<<showFocus>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerStartType is 'dom' and $charlieConvinced is 1 and $khanState6Gift is 1 and $andersonAdvised is 1 and $cGfEvent2Complete is 1>>
<<showFocus>>
<</if>>
<</widget>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $focusState is 1>>
<<if $focusStateDayCycleUnleashed is 0>>
<<set $focusStateDayCycleUnleashed to 1>>
<<elseif $focusStateDayCycleUnleashed is 1>>
<<set $focusStateDayCycleUnleashed to 2>>
<<editcycle 'days' increment 1 resume>>
<</if>>
<<if $deadlineCounter gte 1>>
<div class="centerLinks">
Charm: $charmStat | Courage: $courageStat | Deviancy: $pervStat<br/>
Tone: $tonedStat | Ass: $assStat | Stamina: $stamStat | Strength: $strStat<br/>
Money: <span>$</span>$money<br/><br/>
<<if $smoothDaysLeft gt 0>>
<<set $smoothDaysLeft -=1>>
<<else>>
<<set $smoothBody = 0>>
<</if>>
<<if $focusActivity is 'charm'>>
You feel inspired after a day of reading charming things.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $focusActivity is 'courage'>>
You feel emboldened after a day of reading about courageous tales.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $focusActivity is 'perv'>>
You feel 'inspired' after a day of reading - or perhaps viewing would be the better descriptor - material of a stimulating nature... all day.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $focusActivity is 'abs'>>
You feel tense, but in a good way. It's probably from all the ab exercises you did yesterday.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $focusActivity is 'glutes'>>
You feel a real burn down there after putting your glutes to the test yesterday.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $focusActivity is 'stamina'>>
You feel ready to be put though your paces, after building up your stamina yesterday.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $focusActivity is 'strength'>>
You feel stronger after pushing yourself hard yesterday.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $focusActivity is 'solder'>>
You earned a bit of money from soldering yesterday.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $focusActivity is 'labour'>>
You earned a bit of money from labouring yesterday.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $focusActivity is 'cook'>>
You earned a bit of money from cooking yesterday.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Time to get started...<br/><br/>
<</if>>
</div>
<div class="choice focuschoice">[[Do a double session reading about charismatic figures.|focus_part1FastForward][$charmStat += 2; $deadlineCounter -= 1; $focusActivity = 'charm']]</div>
<div class="choice focuschoice">[[Do a double session reading about fearless individuals.|focus_part1FastForward][$courageStat += 2; $deadlineCounter -= 1; $focusActivity = 'courage']]</div>
<div class="choice focuschoice">[[Do a double session 'reading' adult material.|focus_part1FastForward][$pervStat += 2; $deadlineCounter -= 1; $focusActivity = 'perv']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice focuschoice">[[Make today into a full day's workout: Abs day.|focus_part1FastForward][$tonedStat += 2; $deadlineCounter -= 1; $focusActivity = 'abs']]</div>
<div class="choice focuschoice">[[Make today into a full day's workout: Glutes day.|focus_part1FastForward][$assStat += 2; $deadlineCounter -= 1; $focusActivity = 'glutes']]</div>
<div class="choice focuschoice">[[Make today into a full day's workout: Stamina day.|focus_part1FastForward][$stamStat += 2; $deadlineCounter -= 1; $focusActivity = 'stamina']]</div>
<div class="choice focuschoice">[[Make today into a full day's workout: Strength day.|focus_part1FastForward][$strStat += 2; $deadlineCounter -= 1; $focusActivity = 'strength']]</div><br/>
<<if $courageStat lte 4>>
<div class="choice focuschoice">[[Spend the day earing money, soldering electronics.|focus_part1FastForward][$money += 4; $deadlineCounter -= 1; $focusActivity = 'solder']]</div>
<<elseif $courageStat lte 10>>
<div class="choice focuschoice">[[Spend the day earing money, soldering electronics.|focus_part1FastForward][$money += 8; $deadlineCounter -= 1; $focusActivity = 'solder']]</div>
<<else>>
<div class="choice focuschoice">[[Spend the day earing money, soldering electronics.|focus_part1FastForward][$money += 15; $deadlineCounter -= 1; $focusActivity = 'solder']]</div>
<</if>>
<<if $strStat lte 4>>
<div class="choice focuschoice">[[Spend the day earning money, working hard labour.|focus_part1FastForward][$money += 4; $deadlineCounter -= 1; $focusActivity = 'labour']]</div>
<<elseif $strStat lte 10>>
<div class="choice focuschoice">[[Spend the day earning money, working hard labour.|focus_part1FastForward][$money += 8; $deadlineCounter -= 1; $focusActivity = 'labour']]</div>
<<else>>
<div class="choice focuschoice">[[Spend the day earning money, working hard labour.|focus_part1FastForward][$money += 15; $deadlineCounter -= 1; $focusActivity = 'labour']]</div>
<</if>>
<<if $stamStat lte 4>>
<div class="choice focuschoice">[[Spend the day earning money, prepping food in the cafeteria.|focus_part1FastForward][$money += 4; $deadlineCounter -= 1; $focusActivity = 'cook']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $stamStat lte 10>>
<div class="choice focuschoice">[[Spend the day earning money, working hard labour.|focus_part1FastForward][$money += 8; $deadlineCounter -= 1; $focusActivity = 'cook']]</div><br/>
<<else>>
<div class="choice focuschoice">[[Spend the day earning money, working hard labour.|focus_part1FastForward][$money += 15; $deadlineCounter -= 1; $focusActivity = 'cook']]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<else>>
*Phew*<br/><br/>
Ok, that's probably all the distraction you needed. Feels like your effort has paid off too!<br/><br/>
There's really not long to go until the event...<br/><br/>
<<link "Continue">>
<<set $focusState to 2>>
<<editcycle 'days' suspend>>
<<goto "Mess Room">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<else>>
Something wrong: focusState: $focusState
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<widget showFocus>>
<<if $storyState is 6 and $deadlineCounter lte 9 and $ap is 2>>
<<if $deadlineCounter lte 2>>
<<else>>
<br/>
<div class="leftSideLinks">
You feel like you've prepared everything you can for Keaton's event, but the thought of it lingers over you. It's hard to find any real distractions here, but the time could fly by if you focus on activities.
</div>
<br/>
<div class="choice">[[Focus purely on activities until the deadline.|focus_part1FastForward][$focusState = 1; $focusStateDayCycleUnleashed = 0]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<</widget>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<widget introduceTaskMaidToOrder>>
On entering the building's lobby, your nostrils filled with a wonderfully, pleasant aroma; a warm, nostalgic scent that took your mind back to happy times with good food and company.<br/><br/>
It had been far too long since you'd indulged in those kind of comforts...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Try to find where it's coming from."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 0]]
</div><br/>
<</widget>>
<<widget startTaskMaidToOrderPart2>>
<<if $ap is 0>>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 4 and $wearingMaidOutfit is 0>>
<div class="choice greyedOut">(You could help Iggy soon, but you'll need to put your 'uniform' on first.)</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 4 and $ap lt 2 and $wearingMaidOutfit is 1>>
<div class="choice greyedOut">(You're almost ready to help Iggy, but you've left it too late to do today.)</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 4 and $wearingMaidOutfit is 1>>
<div class="choice">[[You're all dressed up in your 'uniform'. Help Iggy today?|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 5]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<</widget>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $taskMaidToOrderState is 0>>
Food hadn't exactly been high-up on your list of priorities these past few weeks, but that enticing smell made your stomach growl like you hadn't eaten in months. Considering the slop plated up in the cafeteria, it wasn't entirely untrue.<br/><br/>
The scent lead you along like a cartoon character floating towards a fresh, baked pie, taking you down to somewhere at both the back and bottom of the building, and into a sophisticatedly decorated dining area; one spacious enough to seat at least 40 people. Obviously this was yet another of the luxury settings the crew had made for themselves...<br/><br/>
<img src="images/locations/iggysBistro.jpg" alt="A picture of inside a Bistro restaurant" class="storyImage storyImage storyImageBigger">
From the far-side of the room came muffled sounds of pots and pans clattering. It was early, but it seemed someone was already working the kitchen. Had your stomach not been tying itself in knots, you may have trusted your caution to leave them alone, but there was no resisting that alluring scent. It had grown so familiar, it almost reminded you of your favorite food...<br/><br/>
<div class="centerLinks">
<span class="inputQuestion">Your favorite food is...</span><br/>
<<textbox "$playerFavFood" "Roast dinner">><br/>
[[Confirm |taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1; $metIggy = 1]]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 1>>
<<if $playerFavFood is "">>
<<set $playerFavFood to "Pretty much anything">>
Honestly, you weren't discerning enough to have a favorite food, anything suited you, and if it smelled as good as whatever infused the air right now that was more than enough for you!<br/><br/>
<<else>>
$playerFavFood - oh how you missed the taste of that! It had been far too long...<br/><br/>
<</if>>
You were greeted by the intense heat of the kitchen as you entered, and in more ways than one. Slightly obscured by clouds of steam was the sight of man wearing chef's whites, his back facing towards you. It seemed to be in the middle of chopping, but your entrance quickly disturbed that.<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">???:</span> "You sonnava bitch! What did I say, eh? What did I fucking say to you!? So help me, this time I'm a going to, I'm a, a - ARRRRGH!!!"<br/><br/>
<span class="loudNoiseBlue">*SHNT*</span><br/>
In one swift and furious movement, the man raised his knife above his head and slammed it down into his cutting board, where the blade's angle wedged intimidatingly deep into the wood. You were just about to make a panicked run for it, but the man immediately softened when he turned to see who you actually were.<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">???:</span> "Ah, sorry, sorry! La signorina, what a sight! Please excuse me, I thought this was the unwelcome return of some greedy swine - my mistake!"<br/><br/>
It was remarkable how quickly he turned non-threatening, in fact, you picked up from his new mannerisms that you were very much welcome to be here. So many of the men here would do a double-take just meeting you for the first time, but he looked completely delighted.<br/><br/>
From his strong accent, he was almost certainly Italian; certainly matched by his tall, tanned and handsome Mediterranean visage. Streaks of silver brushed through his otherwise jet-black hair, and his large, white teeth only shone brighter in contrast to his bronzed complexion.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'm the one who should be sorry; I don't know what I was thinking just barging in here!"<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">???:</span> "Hah, but isn't it obvious? Like so many before, you have been lured here by the smell of such fabulous cooking!-"<br/><br/>
He beckoned you over to a large pot, lifting it's lid to waft the rising aroma towards you. The smell was deliciously fragrant; a curry of some sort, with a combination of herbs and spices you hadn't quite encountered before.<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">???:</span> "And you would not be the first! My food been known to have quite an effect on so many <em>bellisimo</em> ladies over the years, ha ha!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Wow, that looks amazing!"<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">???:</span> "It does? And how about the taste?"<br/><br/>
Already a spoonful had been brought up to your lips. He smiled gleefully as you blew twice to cool it, before feeding it you. A wonderfully creamy taste spread across your tongue; buttery at first, before giving way to satisfying teases of other flavors, including a surprisingly sweet hint of some kind of fruit. It was so sensational that you couldn't help but scrunch your eyes in pleasure.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Mmpf... mmm... oh, it's absolutely perfect!"<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">???:</span> "Perfecto!? What praise! Nothing makes me so happy as to see my original recipes so enjoyed!"<br/><br/>
As much as you were enjoying such a welcome, you realized all this fuss was getting you completely carried away...<br/><br/>
<<if $metNate is 1>>
<div class="choice">[["This doesn't even feel real! Wait a minute - you don't happen to be an obsessive method actor in disguise, do you?"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1001; $maidToOrderConvoDialogueState1001 = 'areYouNate']]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[["Mmm, sorry, I forgot to actually introduce myself. I'm " + $name + ", and I suppose you must be the chef for Keaton's crew?"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1001; $maidToOrderConvoDialogueState1001 = 'introducedSelf']]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 1001>>
<<if $maidToOrderConvoDialogueState1001 is 'introducedSelf'>>
<img src="images/scenes/Ziggy.jpg" alt="Picture of Iggy" class="storyImage">
<span class="iggy">???:</span> "Ah ha, what gave it away? Leggero, Ignazio Leggero - but friends call me Iggy. Of course, tesoro, you will call me that too!"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="iggy">???:</span> "Ah ha, funny girl! I have met the one you speak of, but let me tell you, only true skill can cook like this! No imitation comes close."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Mmm, I can taste that! I'm $name, by the way - nice to meet you."<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">???:</span> "Nice to meet you, too. I am Ignazio Leggero, but friends call me Iggy. Of course, tesoro, you will call me that too!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
After readjusting the pot, he hurried back to chopping, though was keen to talk more.<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "I wish I could spare you my full attention right now, $name. Ay-yi, these boys in here, they want their meals, you know? It is a stressful time to be me, you have to understand. Keaton has not been satisfied with my work, not in a long time."<br/><br/>
A gut feeling gave you the impression that was what caused his outburst earlier.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Pressure from Keaton? Well, you're not the only one to go through that."<br/><br/>
He twisted his neck round to take a more deliberate look at you, then gave a resigned scoff.<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Heh, I suppose not. Truth be told, it's not so much Keaton, but his brutes. Ryan and Ken, *pah*! Monstri, born with gaping holes for stomachs! I feed them dish after dish, and for what!? Ah, they slap my face to thank me!"<br/><br/>
He continued to explain. Ryan and Ken act as the main muscle for Keaton; a hulking duo who joined the crew for one single reason: the promise of all they could eat. They wanted for nothing but good food, and plenty of it.<br/><br/>
As resourceful as the crew might be, there simply weren't enough ingredients imported to satisfy those two - at least, not without starving the rest of the men. The pair had whinged so much to Keaton about it that he began reprimanding crew privileges from Iggy until he finally appeased them. It left him in an impossible situation.<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "The torture! I just need to get my cigarettes back! But these fucking guys, argh..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "That's awful. Is there anything I can do to help?"<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Ha, eager to win favor with the head chef? Clever girl!"<br/><br/>
He stopped his work to turn and face you again. There was a pause before he spoke, but he obviously had some plan.<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Before I cooked in the high diners, I worked my way through the poorer neighborhood kitchens. It was in them I learned how even the worst food could be transformed into a satisfying meal, if paired with the right service. You see where I am going with this? The men, they like you, hm?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Me? I mean, some might. Honestly, I'm not sure there's that many do..."<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Hah, 'some' we can work with! I need to drastically cut the portion size for most men, leaving enough to finally fill up Keaton's pet gorillas. Whatever the others think of you, I'm sure you could make quite the distraction from their tiny plates! And you won't go unrewarded - do a good job and I can pay you well for your trouble.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Um, what exactly do you mean by 'service'?"<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Please! Surely you know the magic a beautiful waitress commands? When was the last time these men have even seen an attractive girl? None of them will care for food with the right distraction! And for the ones not so attracted, well, maybe something a little revealing will put them off wanting seconds, ha ha ha! I joke - no, those guys we will need to be plowed with a LOT of alcohol."<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["It'll be interesting, at least. I'm in."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 2; $maidToOrderConvoDialogueState1 = 'wholeheartAccepted']]</div><br/>
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'femmeSissy'>>
<div class="choice">[["I'll help, but 'revealing' to put people off? If I do this, I want to do it with some dignity!"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 2; $maidToOrderConvoDialogueState1 = 'acceptedWithDignity']]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[["Err, I'm not sure about this - let me think on it."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 2; $maidToOrderConvoDialogueState1 = 'reluctantAboutIt']]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 2>>
<<if $maidToOrderConvoDialogueState1 is 'wholeheartAccepted'>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Fantastico! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Together, we will make the most special evening at Iggy's Bistro yet!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidToOrderConvoDialogueState1 is 'acceptedWithDignity'>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Ah, I do not wish harm to your reputation - as you must see, I am desperate! But thank you, together we will make the most special evening at Iggy's Bistro yet!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidToOrderConvoDialogueState1 is 'reluctantAboutIt'>>
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "But you are the bitch of Grenton, yes? So I must insist on your service here at Iggy's Bistro. Only one night! It's not like I'm demanding you work for free; the money should be good incentive for you to try your best!"<br/><br/>
He didn't seem very proud to be reminding you of your 'bitch' status, but he was getting desperate. Considering your status, your personal wants would have to be put aside. There was no way you could turn this down.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Then I plead with you, think quickly - as you must see, I am desperate! With your help, we can make the most special evening at Iggy's Bistro yet!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<else>>
Something wrong: $maidToOrderConvoDialogueState1 maidToOrderConvoDialogueState1 - $versionNumber<br/>
Please report issue.
<</if>>
<div class="taskBox">
<span class="newSideTaskTag">Started</span>
<div class="taskBoxHeader">Made To Order</div>
<div class="taskBoxDesc">Iggy needs your services as a... waitress... hostess, maybe?<br/>You're not entirely sure.</div>
</div>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "That designer, Dion, he already owes me much. I have always had a dream to design my staff's uniforms, and now is my chance! I will bring him the design, you must bring him material. Go to him when you have some; something dark in color, please. When you have the uniform, return prompto. I will need your efforts for a full day, as preparation will be key!"<br/><br/>
<<if $maidToOrderConvoDialogueState1 is 'reluctantAboutIt'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Well, like I said, it's something I'll think about."<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Ha, of course! You will have a good think about it and then you will return to save your good new friend Iggy - hah, it is obvious! Now, please, it is time for us to part. I must go to Dion, quickly!"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Alright, I'll keep an eye out. This all sounds surprisingly complicated."<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Ha, the restaurant business always is - it is why I love it so! Now, please, it is time for us to part. I must go to Dion, quickly!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
[[Finish up and leave.|SSYmessRoom][$taskMaidToOrderState = 3; $ap -= 1]]
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 5>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore to 0>>
<<set $maidToOrderScoreKeatonPleased to 0>>
<img src="images/scenes/Ziggy.jpg" alt="Picture of Iggy" class="storyImage">
Once again you entered the kitchen, and this time Iggy was very much ready for you.<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Ah ha, she returns - and what a sight! My, my! Look how bellisimo the bistro uniform turned out! It is perfecto!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It is?"<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Of course! Oh, how I have longed to see my staff would wear such a thing! But enough, tonight will be the night, yes? Your timing could not be more impeccable - a fresh shipment just arrived with everything needed to pull this off! Here, take this..."<br/><br/>
He unfolded a sheet of paper from his pocket and handed it to you.<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "The plan for tonight's dining arrangements. Please, familiarize yourself while I go let the boys know of the event!"<br/><br/>
Immediately he sprinted off, a hearty laugh of his echoing in his wake.<br/><br/>
<span class="notepaper">
<span class="centerText"><strong><u>Iggy's recipe for success!</u></strong></span><br/>
<span class="centerText">Table 1<br/>
Large banquet table ('Non-fans') - Get drunk (on alcohol!)<br/><br/></span>
<span class="centerText">Table 2<br/>
Large banquet table (Admirers) - Get drunk (on lust!)<br/><br/></span>
<span class="centerText">Table 3<br/>
3 guests (Non-alcoholics) - Keep sober (but drunk on great service?)<br/><br/></span>
<span class="centerText">Table 4<br/>
3 guests (VIPs) - Get drunk (on empowerment!)<br/></span>
</span>
You were still trying to make sense of the plan when Iggy re-entered the kitchen, with a victorious clap of his hands.<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "O-kay, this is it! There is so much to prepare. Come $name, are you ready?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I think so? But these groups...'non-fans'? Admirers?"<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "You have never heard these terms? Hah, so innocent! The admirers, they are the ones who like <em>your type</em>. The non-fans, well, they are quite the opposite. It seems I underestimated the number of these *pah* tasteless idiots! But it is no matter! The plan can still work - at least, it should... I think..."<br/><br/>
So a large banquet table's worth of guys here want nothing to do with you, that's kind of disappointing... but an equally sized table does! Perhaps a 'glass half full' outlook is best here.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "And the VIP table, is that where Ryan and Ken will be?"<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Hah, no, not at all! In truth, they will be the most important guests by far, but we must keep them out of sight! Everyone but them is being served small plates. If the other boys see what they are missing out on, they will be furious! No, the storage area in the back has been cleared for those two."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Storage area? That doesn't sound exactly like fine dining."<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "It is a travesty! But as I have explained, they only care for what can be shoved down their throats. Ambience would be entirely wasted on them!"<br/><br/>
You looked out the kitchen door's window, with a sense of apprehension; the same kind that rose in you every time the reality of these situations began to dawn. In a short while, you'd be out there in front of everyone dressed like... <em>this</em>.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">Pushing yourself into humiliation again... and for what?</span><br/><br/>
Just before the mood swing could take you, a leathery pair of fingers clicked twice in front of your face.<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Hey, $name! You must be careful - a kitchen is a dangerous place to daydream! Is something wrong? Is it about tonight?"<br/><br/>
Despite your feelings, you didn't want to turn back now. You felt you could be honest with Iggy.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I just want to do a good job - be the best waitress I can."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 6; $maidToOrderTonightsApproach = 'doGoodWaitressJob']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I want everyone to have fun time - me included! I'm not dressed like this for nothing!"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 6; $maidToOrderTonightsApproach = 'doFlirtyJob']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Sorry, I got caught up in myself for a moment. But tonight isn't about me. - it's about being of service to them."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 6; $maidToOrderTonightsApproach = 'doSubmissiveJob']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I'm actually feeling pretty nervous - why the hell did I sign up to do this?"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 6; $maidToOrderTonightsApproach = 'doNervousJob']]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 6>>
<<if $maidToOrderTonightsApproach is 'doGoodWaitressJob' or $maidToOrderTonightsApproach is 'doSubmissiveJob'>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Ah, where were angels like you when I sought my Michelin stars! Service has always been the key to running a magnificent restaurant, and together, we will both deliver."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidToOrderTonightsApproach is 'doFlirtyJob'>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Oh ho, perfecto! After all, what do people seek most with good food? Wonderful company! And there is none better than those who live life to the fullest! Caro, you will go down a treat!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidToOrderTonightsApproach is 'doNervousJob'>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "I cannot tell you why you are who you are, or do what you do - but tonight, you are my heaven-sent angel! Perhaps you are many other things too, but beyond any of that, you are a good person! And caro, does it even need mention - you are bellisimo! I take it you enjoy to look this good too, hm?"<br/><br/>
You hadn't known each other long, but it certainly seemed he had picked up a thing or two about you.<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Let me tell you something. A gentle shyness has the most wonderful appeal, so don't worry about such feelings. Accept it as part of your life, and let it work for you! "<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong: maidToOrderTonightsApproach $maidToOrderTonightsApproach - $versionNumber<br/>
Please report issue.
<</if>>
He laid both hands onto your shoulders and smiled reassuringly, though he then used that posture to turn and guide you to a table covered in bottles.<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Now, you will not be the only key to our success. You read the note, yes? The men will want their drinks, especially the ones you have less of an *ahem* <em>effect</em> on. Use my supply wisely - there is only so much to go round!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Got it."<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "For those who don't drink I will try to provide a decent meal, but there will be little for the rest to eat. Ah, already we run short on time! Please, go set up the tables and cutlery - now, I must cook!"<br/><br/>
[[Set up the dining hall|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 7]]
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 7>>
<img src="images/locations/iggysBistro2.jpg" alt="A picture of the dining room in the Bistro restaurant" class="storyImage storyImage">
What an afternoon; dressed up as a French maid and carefully laying out table clothes and silverware. The kind of 'service' you would end up providing in Grenton had crossed your mind many times since going down this path, but it was nothing quite like this.<br/><br/>
Just as you finished adding the last touches, the Bistro's door burst wide open, where two giant (and highly agitated) looking men had somehow got stuck in it's frame.<br/><br/>
<span class="ryan">???:</span> "Ah, I can't move! Ergh, Ken, get your hands off me!"<br/><br/>
<span class="ken">Ken:</span> "Argh, it's you, dumbass! You're blocking my way!"<br/><br/>
<span class="ryan">Ryan:</span> "I said me first!!!"<br/><br/>
The pair squabbled like children, each refusing to back down. Desperately they tried to push and pull at the sides of the entrance, both yelling in pain as they moronically attempted to squeeze themselves through the gap. The impression Iggy had of them quickly made sense - apparently these blockheads couldn't even get through a door without help.<br/><br/>
You tugged on Ryan's arm as hard you could, which while only having the tiniest effect was luckily just enough to unclog them. Immediately they both thrust forward, falling to a crumpled heap on the ground. They made no effort to get up at first, groaning and nursing themselves on the floor, but when the scent of Iggy's cooking reached them they suddenly shot up.<br/><br/>
<div class="twoPeopleDisplayBox">
<img src="images/scenes/Zryan.jpg" alt="picture of Ryan" class="storyImage">
<img src="images/scenes/Zken.jpg" alt="picture of Ken" class="storyImage">
</div>
<span class="ken">Ken:</span> "*Sniff* *Sniff*... FOOD!"<br/><br/>
Finally, it was time for you to do your job. You took a moment to make sure you were in the right head-space. What kind of server would you be? There was probably no better way of finding out than going with your instinct.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Good evening gentlemen, and welcome to Iggy's Bistro. If I may, let me show you to your table."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 8; $maidToOrderKenRyanGreeting = 'professional']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Well, you two must be the hungry hunks I've heard so much about! How about we get you boys to your table?"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 8; $maidToOrderKenRyanGreeting = 'flirty']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["W-welcome to Iggy's Bistro. I'll be your server today - may I take you to your table?"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 8; $maidToOrderKenRyanGreeting = 'shy']]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 8>>
<span class="ken">Ken:</span> "Yes! And do it quick, we're hungry already!"<br/><br/>
As described, they were all too happy to be taken anywhere when the prospect of food was involved. You took them to Iggy's storage area in the back, where a tiny, deteriorated old table awaited them. No candles, no table cloth, just a knife, fork, spoon and glass each - all in the unsoothing atmosphere of an actively used kitchen. They weren't bothered in the slightest.<br/><br/>
<span class="ryan">Ryan:</span> "Goddamn, something smells gooood!"<br/><br/>
<span class="ken">Ken:</span> "Fuck yeah! Better be plenty of it though - been let down way too many times before!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Heh, well our head chef is hoping to to make this a very special night for you both. You can look forward to having plenty to eat!"<br/><br/>
Thankfully you didn't feel the need to perform so much around these two; the pressure to satisfy them was entirely on Iggy. He was too busy to notice they had arrived, so you made him aware...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["The pigs are in the blanket!"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 9; $maidToOrderNotifyIggy = 'pigsAreInTheBlanketResponse'; $idiotStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Ryan and Ken are here - what should I do next?"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 9; $maidToOrderNotifyIggy = 'normalResponse']]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 9>>
<<if $maidToOrderNotifyIggy is 'pigsAreInTheBlanketResponse'>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "What!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "The pigs... they're in the blanket?"<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "I'm not cooking that!"<br/><br/>
You were just trying to be cute... or maybe silly. Either way, such a reference was completely lost on him.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "*Sigh* Ryan and Ken are here."<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Oh, then why didn't you say? Good, good!"<br/><br/>
Considering how stressed the nicotine-deprived chef was right now, it was probably best not to explain it.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "OK, if they are here then the others will be arriving soon. Quickly, take the bread to the tables!"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/mToOrderbread.jpg" alt="picture of bread being served" class="storyImage">
You could hear the need for urgency in his voice, and obediently hurried to lay the bread baskets at the dining tables. It seemed there was an extra large basket to spare.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Give extra to the 'Non-fans' table."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 10; $maidToOrderBreadPlacement = 'table1']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Give extra to the Admirers table."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 10; $maidToOrderBreadPlacement = 'table2']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Split extra between the Non-alcoholic's and the VIP table."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 10; $maidToOrderBreadPlacement = 'table3and4'; $maidToOrderScore += 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Take the bread to Ryan and Ken's table."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 10; $maidToOrderBreadPlacement = 'table5'; $maidToOrderScore += 3]]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 10>>
<<if $maidToOrderBreadPlacement is 'table5'>>
Ryan and Ken perked up on seeing you approach with the basket.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Thought you two might like some bread to get started."<br/><br/>
<span class="ken">Ken:</span> "Mmm! Gimme, gimme!"<br/><br/>
<span class="ryan">Ryan:</span> "Ooh, nice and fresh! Ay, don't go hogging it all, Ken! Sorry about him, he can be a total animal sometimes..."<br/><br/>
With a courteous smile, you left them to it. Back in the dining room, you could hear the mutterings of a crowd arriving just beyond the entrance. Iggy apparently heard them too.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Just as the last of the bread was placed, you heard the mutterings of a crowd arriving just beyond the entrance. Iggy apparently heard them too, poking his head out to advise you once again.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "They are here! Now is your time to shine. Trust yourself, I know you'll be fantastico!"<br/><br/>
You headed to position at the entrance; adjusting your hair and dress as you tried to compose yourself. There was no time to overthink things, just go with your gut...<br/><br/>
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>>
<div class="choice">[["Smile and give the men a friendly greeting as they arrive."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 11; $maidToOrderMenGreeting = 'smileAndGreet']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Don't bother the men as they arrive, but bow if they make eye contact."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 11; $maidToOrderMenGreeting = 'bow'; $maidToOrderScore += 3]]</div>
<<else>>
<div class="choice">[["Smile and give the men a friendly greeting as they arrive."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 11; $maidToOrderMenGreeting = 'smileAndGreet'; $maidToOrderScore += 3]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Don't bother the men as they arrive, but bow if they make eye contact."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 11; $maidToOrderMenGreeting = 'bow'; $maidToOrderScore += 1]]</div>
<</if>>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 11>>
<<if $maidToOrderMenGreeting is 'smileAndGreet'>>
You tried thinking back to times you received nice service from waitresses; how they would always greet guests with a warm smile. Whether or not you could pull off the same charm, you felt determined enough to at try.<br/><br/>
The men's reactions to it were mixed, but that wasn't exactly to be unexpected. A few were taken aback when they caught glimpse of you, with some even muttering their disbelief, but there were also those who looked at least a little pleased to see you. One guy let out a deliberate wolf whistle that was impossible to tell if it was mocking or sincere.<br/><br/>
Even in more 'typical' customer service situations, any server had to be ready to hold their nerve. No matter how they reacted to you, you smiled and welcomed them. A few scoffed, some nodded back, but surprisingly most had no real reaction at all - they just wanted to dine out.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
You tried thinking back to times you received nice service from waitresses; how they would make themselves known they were of service to their guests. Maybe you didn't feel confident enough to verbalize a greeting, but a bow would make clear your role for this evening.<br/><br/>
The men's reactions to it were mixed, but that was exactly to be expected. A few were taken back when they caught glimpse of you, with some even muttering their disbelief, but there were also those who looked at least a little pleased to see you. One guy let out a deliberate wolf whistle that was impossible to tell if it was mocking or sincere.<br/><br/>
Even in more 'typical' customer service situations, any server had to be ready to hold their nerve. No matter how each one reacted to you, you bowed when they looked over to you. A few scoffed, some nodded, but actually most had no real reaction at all.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
With the exception of the VIPs, every table was filled; there must have been some precedent, because everyone was already aware of which table they belonged at. By now they must have suspected tonight would be a unique event at Iggy's Bistro, but you would need to set their expectations properly regardless.<br/><br/>
Butterflies were in your stomach as you visited each table, knowing full well you were interrupting the men as they and dug into the bread and chatted merrily. It took everything you had to push through those anxious feelings.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "G-good evening gentlemen. We hope you're ready to enjoy a very special night at the Bistro tonight..."<br/><br/>
You had started at table one, which may of been a mistake. These guys were barely listening to you, if at all.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Our head chef wishes to make you feel especially at home this evening, s-so for tonight, all your drinks will be complimentary!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Rowdy man:</span> "You what? Hey boys, quiet down a second. What did you just say?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "T-the drinks tonight... they'll all be complimentary... and plenty of them!"<br/><br/>
The men looked at each other silently, almost unable to believe it, but the one excitedly slapped his palm down on the table.<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Rowdy man:</span> "Alright, alright! Now we're talking! I'm feeling down to get fucked up! Who's with me boys?"<br/><br/>
His holler was met with a loud cheer - all signs were showing Iggy's plan might work after all - as long as you both could deliver on such a promise...<br/><br/>
The same news was enthusiastically received by table two, where the men were actually keen to hear from you. One of them forwardly complimented your outfit tonight, which you responded to with a bashful 'thank you'.<br/><br/>
You knew your approach for the non-alcoholics at table 3 had to be different. Without alcohol to loose them up, you would need to go the extra mile to be personable. There were only three of them though, so it wasn't too daunting.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Good evening gentlemen, and welcome to Iggy's Bistro!"<br/><br/>
<<if $metJollyOldMan is 1>>
You were making a conscious effort to shoot each of them a smile when you noticed a familiar face!<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh! Hey, we've met before... you're-"<br/><br/>
It was that jolly old man - that befuddled guy you had met in the cafeteria once! But obviously 'Jolly Old Man' wasn't his actual name. You only just managed to stop yourself blurting it out.<br/><br/>
<span class="jollyOldMan">Jolly old man:</span> "Oh ho, yes it's me - Henrik! But I'm afraid I can't quite place your voice. It's quite noisy tonight, not that I don't enjoy the atmosphere - eat well and be merry, friends!"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<<set $metJollyOldMan to 1>>
You smiled directly at each of them, a gesture none of them noticed, which left you feeling like a bit of a moron just stood there! After letting out an awkward cough, one of them - a seemingly jolly old man - thankfully took notice.<br/><br/>
<span class="jollyOldMan">???:</span> "Oh ho, apologies! My peripheral vision isn't quite what it used to be. I don't believe we've met? I'm Henrik! I have to say, this bread is absolutely marvelous! It feels like we will be eating well tonight, friends!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
He looked ecstatically to his two dining companions. One of them - a rough-mannered Scotsman with a rye smile - piped up suddenly.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">???: </span> "Absolute belter of a dress yer got there, hen. Mind yooz, ahm here tae eat, not get a ticklin' from yer feather-duster!"<br/><br/>
<span class="jollyOldMan">Henrik:</span> "Ha! Oh, don't mind him. He's the new chap about town, just got here today, wasn't it? His name is, oh crumbs, what was it again?"<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">???: </span> "Ah told ye, the name is Dafydd! And that was just some wee patter! Ah like the dress, would look fine on mah lady before we have a wee cwtch!"<br/><br/>
You just tried to politely hold your smile, but you couldn't help but worry considering these two obviously expected a good meal. It was difficult to get any read at all on the last guy, a small, slim man with a rather hollow face.<br/><br/>
<span class="jollyOldMan">Henrik:</span> "Come now Norman, not even a hello? Please, don't take it personally, he can be quite the quiet sort."<br/><br/>
Surprisingly that got a reaction out of him, and you received a completely monotone greeting from him. His voice was nasally and meek, but still friendly enough.<br/><br/>
<span class="norman">Norman: </span> "...hello!"<br/><br/>
The greetings were complete but left no time to rest. As settled as the men were now, they would only grow rowdier the longer they went without a drink. You hurried to the kitchen to get things really started.<br/><br/>
[["Continue."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 12]]
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 12>>
Considering all alcohol had to be smuggled inside of Grenton, the amount Iggy had managed to hoard himself was seriously impressive. Even then though, there was only so much to go round this many people.<br/><br/>
Available were a couple of bottles of fancy looking wine, some mini-kegs of beer and cider, and a variety of spirits and ingredients to make cocktails. Iggy also infused a few jugs of water with some lemon too.<br/><br/>
Table one is the so-called 'non-admirers'... what will you serve them?<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Wine"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 81; $maidTaskServeWineTo = 'table1'; $maidTaskWineSelected = 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Beers and Ciders"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 81; $maidTaskServeBeersTo = 'table1'; $maidTaskBeersSelected = 1; $maidToOrderScore += 4]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Cocktails"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 81; $maidTaskServeCocktailsTo = 'table1'; $maidTaskCocktailsSelected = 1; $maidToOrderScore += 8]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Zesty Lemon water"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 81; $maidTaskServeWaterTo = 'table1'; $maidTaskWaterSelected = 1]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 81>>
And table two - who Iggy believes are 'the admirers' - what should they get?<br/><br/>
<<if $maidTaskWineSelected is 1>>
<<else>>
<div class="choice">[["Wine"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 82; $maidTaskServeWineTo = 'table2'; $maidTaskWineSelected = 1]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $maidTaskBeersSelected is 1>>
<<else>>
<div class="choice">[["Beers and Ciders"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 82; $maidTaskServeBeersTo = 'table2'; $maidTaskBeersSelected = 1; $maidToOrderScore += 4]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $maidTaskCocktailsSelected is 1>>
<<else>>
<div class="choice">[["Cocktails"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 82; $maidTaskServeCocktailsTo = 'table2'; $maidTaskCocktailsSelected = 1; $maidToOrderScore += 4]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $maidTaskWaterSelected is 1>>
<<else>>
<div class="choice">[["Zesty Lemon water"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 82; $maidTaskServeWaterTo = 'table2'; $maidTaskWaterSelected = 1]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 82>>
Table three: Henrik, Dafydd and Norman; the non-alcoholics...<br/><br/>
<<if $maidTaskWineSelected is 1>>
<<else>>
<div class="choice">[["Wine"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 83; $maidTaskServeWineTo = 'table3'; $maidTaskWineSelected = 1]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $maidTaskBeersSelected is 1>>
<<else>>
<div class="choice">[["Beers and Ciders"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 83; $maidTaskServeBeersTo = 'table3'; $maidTaskBeersSelected = 1]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $maidTaskCocktailsSelected is 1>>
<<else>>
<div class="choice">[["Cocktails"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 83; $maidTaskServeCocktailsTo = 'table3'; $maidTaskCocktailsSelected = 1]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $maidTaskWaterSelected is 1>>
<<else>>
<div class="choice">[["Zesty Lemon water"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 83; $maidTaskServeWaterTo = 'table3'; $maidTaskWaterSelected = 1; $maidToOrderScore += 2]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 83>>
<<if $maidTaskServeWaterTo is 'table3'>>
<<else>>
Getting a little rebellious tonight? Moments like that should be more carefully picked; it seemed tonight you were throwing caution to the wind.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $maidTaskWineSelected is 1>>
<<else>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 1>>
<<set $maidToOrderScoreKeatonPleased += 1>>
<<set $maidTaskServeWineTo to 'table4'>>
Which leaves the wine for the VIP table - seems appropriate!<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $maidTaskBeersSelected is 1>>
<<else>>
Which leaves the beers and cider for the VIP table - there's far more than they'd ever be able to drink, but at least they won't be left thirsty!<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $maidTaskCocktailsSelected is 1>>
<<else>>
Which leaves the cocktails for the VIP table - there's far more alcohol than they could ever drink, but you can at least try making them something fancy.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $maidTaskWaterSelected is 1>>
<<else>>
Which leaves the water... for the VIP table. Hmm.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
With a plan set, you poured out the beers and ciders and loaded them onto platters. The water and wine didn't need any preparation, but the cocktails sure would. Looking over the options, there was an almost intimidating amount of choice.<br/><br/>
Unsure as to where to start, it felt best to pick one spirit first and just go from there. Which would you use for the base?<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Vodka"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 84; $maidTaskCocktailIngredient1 = 'vodka']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Tequilla"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 84; $maidTaskCocktailIngredient1 = 'tequilla']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Gin"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 84; $maidTaskCocktailIngredient1 = 'gin']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 84>>
There was no point holding back. You took all the bottles of $maidTaskCocktailIngredient1 and poured them into a big cooking pot - it wasn't like there was anything better to mix up the near industrial sized batch of this you needed!<br/><br/>
Alright, what next? The drunker these guys get the better - or at least, you hoped. Another spirit? There were three bottles with particularly higher alcohol contents.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Dry Vermouth"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 85; $maidTaskCocktailIngredient2 = 'vermouth']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Spiced Rum"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 85; $maidTaskCocktailIngredient2 = 'rum']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Triple Sec"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 85; $maidTaskCocktailIngredient2 = 'triple sec']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 85>>
Oof! After pouring in the $maidTaskCocktailIngredient2, the stench of alcohol was absolutely reeking from the pot; the vapour alone felt like it could burn your eyebrows off! It's hard to tell how good this was actually turning out, but you can confidently say it would be sure to get them wrecked!<br/><br/>
An incling feeling told you it would be best to hold back some of the unused spirits for serving shots later. Your cocktail could use a nice mixer though...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Espresso"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 87; $maidTaskCocktailMixer = 'espresso']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Coke"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 87; $maidTaskCocktailMixer = 'coke']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Orange juice"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 87; $maidTaskCocktailMixer = 'orange juice']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 87>>
You used a ladle to stir in the mixer. This was turning out to be... certainly something. It was all going well enough though, right? It's not like anybody really knows how good a cocktail is until they've tasted it.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I don't drink alcohol. Guess, I'll never know..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 88; $playerDrinksAlcohol = 0]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I like a drink now and then. Let's give this a little taste..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 88; $playerDrinksAlcohol = 1]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 88>>
<<if $playerDrinksAlcohol is 1>>
WOOF! Mmpf... hmm, OK... yeah, that's very, VERY alcoholic! It had been a while since you'd tasted anything this strong; with less a tolerance for it these days, it was hard to pick up any flavor more subtle than pure alcohol itself... assuming there was any there at all!<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Not one to drink alcohol yourself, you could only hope the incredibly strong (and to you, quite disgusting) smell would actually be a positive for the men drinking it.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "How is it going over there? Ah, almost prepared, fabuloso! Just a little garnish for the cocktails, and they'll be ready to serve!"<br/><br/>
Garnish? You hadn't realized there was a need for any, though it did explain the jars placed by the bottles. Olives, cherries and... pickles!? Supposedly there must be a time and place for everything. Which would suit your drink?<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["An olive"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 89; $maidTaskCocktailGarnish = 'olive']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["A maraschino cherry"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 89; $maidTaskCocktailGarnish = 'maraschino cherry']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["A pickle"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 89; $maidTaskCocktailGarnish = 'pickle']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 89>>
<<if $maidTaskCocktailGarnish is 'olive'>>
You hurriedly pierced each olive with a toothpick, before balancing it on the rim of each glass. Maybe you were taking this a bit more seriously than necessary, but this was... kinda fun? You've just made your own cocktail after all!<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailGarnish is 'maraschino cherry'>>
You hurriedly pushed a cherry down on the rim of each drink. It looks quite pretty! Maybe you were taking this a bit more seriously than necessary, but this was... kinda fun? You've just made your own cocktail after all!<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailGarnish is 'pickle'>>
You hurriedly pierced each pickle with a toothpick, before balancing it on the rim of each glass. Maybe you were taking this a bit more seriously than necessary, but this was... kinda fun? You've just made your own cocktail after all!<br/><br/>
<</if>>
There's no rest for the wicked - it was time to get these out there! It seemed easiest to serve the wine and water first, as both could fit on one tray.<br/><br/>
<!-- Wine should be delivered to Table 4 - VIP table, otherwise it causes a scene that ends with wine delivered to table 4-->
<<if $maidTaskServeWineTo is 'table4'>>
<<set $maidToOrderBadWinePlacement to 0>>
The VIPs still hadn't arrived at their table, but it couldn't hurt to have their bottle of wine waiting for them. You placed it at the center of their table. Considering both the high quality and short supply, you suspected this was a good choice.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskServeWineTo is 'table3'>>
<<set $maidToOrderBadWinePlacement to 1>>
<<set $maidToOrderAlcoholGivenToNonAlcoholics to 1>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore -= 8>>
The non-alcoholics were chatting away happily to each other, far less rowdy than the other men. That changed the instant you plonked a bottle of wine down between them!<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Dafydd: </span> "The fuck is this!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It's, um... your drinks-"<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Dafydd: </span> "Bottle a wine! For us? Are ye oot of yer mind, get it oot of here!"<br/><br/>
<span class="jollyOldMan">Henrik:</span> "Steady there Dafydd, it must just be for ambience... uh, that's right, isn't it Miss?"<br/><br/>
Norman didn't say anything, though his finger tips turned white as he gripped into the table.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Dafydd: </span> "Look what yooz gone and done! Hold on there, Norm. Ah can deal with this dafty."<br/><br/>
He angrily got up, all while holding a frightening stare at you. He grabbed the bottle of wine and marched to shunt it down on the VIP table instead.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Dafydd: </span> "Yer an absolute cloon."<br/><br/>
This had made things incredibly awkward.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskServeWineTo is 'table1' or $maidTaskServeWineTo is 'table2'>>
<<set $maidToOrderBadWinePlacement to 1>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore -= 4>>
Seeing just how many men were sat at the table you were placing the wine at made you realize just how little there was to go round. The men noticed it themselves rather quickly.<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Questioning man:</span> "This is it? This is our 'complimentary' drinks?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Frustrated man:</span> "Is this some kind of joke!?"<br/><br/>
An apparently thirsty man lunged for the bottle, though two others wrestled with him. This could soon turn nasty.<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Boisterous man:</span> "HEY! Cut that shit out! Look at that bottle, ain't it obvious? That's meant for Keaton!"<br/><br/>
The scuffling men pretty quickly realized he was correct, and the lunger timidly went to place it on the VIP table instead.<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Boisterous man:</span> "*Pfft* That's better. And you! You need to sort us out proper... and quick."<br/><br/>
It was distressing to be talked down to so directly - and in front of <em>everyone</em> as well!<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Uh, y-yes, sorry about that! I'll be back with something for you all shortly..."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong: serving wine If Statement: maidTaskServeWineTo $maidTaskServeWineTo
Please report
<</if>>
<!-- If you didn't serve wine to table4, you place what you intended table4 to get on the table you set the wine originally on -->
<<if $maidToOrderBadWinePlacement is '1'>>
You were left in a real flustering mess now. The wine issue had put your plans all out of line, and reeling in humiliation made it hard to even think straight. Unthinkingly you placed the water where you originally intended the wine to go.<br/><br/>
<<if $maidTaskServeWineTo is 'table3'>>
Fortunately that was the non-alcoholics table, which safe to say was much more suited for it.<br/><br/>
<span class="jollyOldMan">Henrik:</span> "Ah, here we are gentlemen. I'd say that's more like it!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "A-apologies, please enjoy your drinks. Water, with a d-delightful hint of lemon."<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Dafydd: </span> "*Pfft* About time..."<br/><br/>
A silent, but traumatized looking Norman slowly raised a glass to his lips; by the time it reached his mouth, his hands had shook most of the water out of it. The situation now could be described as... acceptable. <br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I'll, uh, be back soon with you m-meals shortly. Thank you."<br/><br/>
Dafydd muttered to the others, but it was clearly audible to you.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Dafydd: </span> "Christ help us - what're we in for next!?"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskServeWineTo is 'table1' or $maidTaskServeWineTo is 'table2'>>
<<set $maidTaskWaterAndWineBadPlacement to 1>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore -= 4>>
That happened to be the table you had just been scolded it. You had done it unthinkably, and knew immediately you had messed up yet again!<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Frustrated man:</span> "This IS a joke, man! The fuck! Get ya fucking lemony water out my fucking face!!!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Boisterous man:</span> "Christ... *sigh*, give em some slack boys - seems she's not sticking to what she's more suited for..."<br/><br/>
He took the water and placed it with the non-alcoholics at table 3.<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Questioning man:</span> "What a disaster! Whatever our actual drinks are, I hope their strong enough to forget this mess..."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong: serving wine and wine swap If Statement: maidTaskServeWineTo $maidTaskServeWineTo - maidTaskServeWaterTo $maidTaskServeWaterTo
Please report
<</if>>
Things hadn't exactly gone smoothly, but despite it all, you could only push on.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<!-- If water went to right spot, table 3 -->
<<if $maidTaskServeWaterTo is 'table3'>>
The non-alcoholics were chatting away happily to each other, far less rowdy than the other men. You smiled pleasantly as you placed the water between them. It wasn't your intention to disturb them at all, but the friendly men took a moment to give you their gratitude.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Dafydd: </span> "Aye, look at that! Got a wee bit a lemon too, lovely stuff!"<br/><br/>
<span class="jollyOldMan">Henrik:</span> "Isn't it just? And it's quite the welcome change to be able to sit back and relax for once. I can never quite get a read on Norman, though I imagine he feels positively spoiled tonight!"<br/><br/>
Norman remained silent, though did gently smile after taking a sip from his glass.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "You're all very welcome! I'll be back shortly with your meals!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<!-- if water placed at table 1 or table 2 (and originally intended)-->
<<if $maidTaskServeWaterTo is 'table1' or $maidTaskServeWaterTo is 'table2'>>
Seeing just how many men were sat at the table you were placing the wine at made you realize just how little there was to go round. They quickly noticed what you had brought didn't exactly live up to the promise 'complimentary drinks' implies.<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Questioning man:</span> "This is it? Water? WATER!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Frustrated man:</span> "Is this some kind of joke!?"<br/><br/>
An apparently thirsty man looked disappointed, but went to pour himself a glass anyway.<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Boisterous man:</span> "HEY! Leave that lemony shit where it is! We were promised DRINK and we want DRINK!"<br/><br/>
He pulled the jug away from the other man, and marched to take put it on the non-alcoholics table.<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Boisterous man:</span> "*Pfft* That's better. And you! You need to sort us out proper... and quick."<br/><br/>
It was distressing to be talked down to so directly - and in front of <em>everyone</em> as well!<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Uh, y-yes, sorry about that! I'll be back with something for you all shortly..."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<!-- At this point, water and wine are placed at Table 3 and 4
If you've messed up, let the player choose again for the cocktails and beers
Else, deliver the the two drinks.
-->
<<if $maidToOrderBadWinePlacement is 1 or $maidTaskWaterAndWineBadPlacement is 1>>
You headed back to the kitchen, which gave you a brief chance to compose yourself again. Table one and two were still waiting to be served. After your earlier decisions, maybe it was worth reconsidering arrangements...<br/><br/>
<!-- note no need for score change here, it's done already, above. -->
<div class="choice">[["Beers and ciders for table one, cocktails for table two."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1300; $maidToOrderNewServingChoice = 'BeersOneCocktailsTwo']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Beers and ciders for table two, cocktails for table one."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1400; $maidToOrderNewServingChoice = 'BeersTwoCocktailsOne']]</div><br/>
<<else>>
Things seemed to be going pretty steady so far. You headed back to the kitchen to get the beers next.<br/><br/>
<<if $maidTaskServeBeersTo is 'table1'>>
[[Continue|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1300]]
<<else>>
[[Continue|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1400]]
<</if>>
<</if>>
<!-- Beers to table one first-->
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 1300>>
Next up, the beers and cider trays. Somehow you managed to stack all three of them. It was about as much weight as you could handle, but to carry all of them at once made for an impressive entrance. The men cheered at the sight...<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Boisterous man:</span> "Oh yeah, now we're fuckin' talking!"<br/><br/>
The table one guys roused as you came over to them. For once they were were actually happy to see you. Still, you couldn't celebrate yet. Positioning the trays wouldn't be an easy task...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Lean over the table a little to place all three trays in the center of everyone."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1301; $maidToOrderBeerTablePlacement = 'center'; $maidToOrderScore -= 5]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Place at three different parts of the table, and bobbing to kneel as you place them."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1301; $maidToOrderBeerTablePlacement = 'threeParts'; $maidToOrderScore += 3]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 1301>>
<<if $maidToOrderBeerTablePlacement is 'center'>>
The trays were weighty enough before, but were even harder to handle as you leaned forward to place them. You strained to reach the center, finding yourself stuck a mere two inches away! With a desperate expression, you looked to the men in hopes of help, but they didn't intervene.<br/><br/>
Argh, this was bad! The space under the trays wasn't level enough to place them, and it was all far too heavy to pull back now. You had to do something - if you spilled these now, the whole night was fucked! Not only was panic rising in you, but your skirt too...<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Boisterous man:</span> "Geezus, hurry up will ya, we're thirsty!"<br/><br/>
It was do-or-die. You closed your eyes, resigning yourself to how ridiculous you were about you look, and dived ever so slightly forward. Landing on a hard table without anything to cushion you knocked the wind out of you. If the clash of the trays landing didn't grab everyone's attention, your moans certainly did.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "OOF! OW, OW, OW..."<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Boisterous man:</span> "The fuck is wrong with you!? You almost spilled em!"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerTops.has('Modest Maid Outfit')>>
Through winced eyes, you saw the relieving sight of the trays stacked place - not that the men themselves were grateful. Your outfit had completely ridden up; even it's extra length couldn't hide your now ridiculously exposed pantie-clad ass.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Through winced eyes, you saw the relieving sight of the trays stacked place - not that the men themselves were grateful. Your outfit had completely ridden up, ridiculously exposing your pantie-clad ass to all of them.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="male5">Frustrated man:</span> "Fuck's sake..."<br/><br/>
<<if $smoothBody is 0>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore -= 3>>
<span class="male2">Disgusted man:</span> "Ugh! It's hairy and all!"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="male2">Disgusted man:</span> "Ugh!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
You pushed away from the table until you could stand again, then wiggled your dress back down as quickly as possible.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "S-sorry, sorry everyone!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male2">Displeased man:</span> "Don't we tolerate your shit enough, pervert? You could at least let us dine in peace!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidToOrderBeerTablePlacement is 'threeParts'>>
<<if $playerTops.has('Modest Maid Outfit')>>
The men paid no attention to you - some even going out of their way to pretend you weren't there - as you delivered the trays around the table, bobbing your knees to lay each one down. The extra length on your dress probably made this a more 'comfortable' experience for these particular guys.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
The men paid no attention to you - some even going out of their way to pretend you weren't there - as you delivered the trays around the table, bobbing your knees to lay each one down. It was a good approach too, because even that motion came dangerously close to revealing under your dress; a sight you imagined these guys wouldn't appreciate.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<else>>
Something wrong: Positioning trays at Table one: maidToOrderBeerTablePlacement $maidToOrderBeerTablePlacement
<</if>>
You hoped to offer some extra hospitality by helping pass the beers around, but they had no patience for that at all. Before long each of them had a drink in hand.<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Boisterous man:</span> "Mmm, that's good... ay, what are <em>you</em> still hanging about for? You've done yer job, now bugger off!"<br/><br/>
A couple of the guys laughed after he said it. The lack of thanks aside, they at least seemed satisfied enough. With that done, it was cocktail time!<br/><br/>
Another set of trays to carry, yet fortunately much lighter. Though smaller, they were sure to be more potent. As you approached, the men at table two look delighted; and not just by the sight of their drinks...<br/><br/>
<span class="male2">Delighted man:</span> "Here she is, finally! Leave the best til last did you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Excited man:</span> "Now there's a sight for sore eyes! Ooh, and is that a little extra something you brought us?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Your drinks, and don't you boys get ideas of much else!"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1302; $maidToOrderBeerTableTwoFlirt1 = 'feisty']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Heeey boys! Just a little something to get you all warmed up... oh, and your drinks too!"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1302; $maidToOrderBeerTableTwoFlirt1 = 'flirty'; $maidToOrderScore += 3]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Just enough to wet you boys whistles, hopefully! Now, who here is the most thirsty one?"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1302; $maidToOrderBeerTableTwoFlirt1 = 'tease'; $maidToOrderScore += 3]]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 1302>>
<<if $maidToOrderBeerTableTwoFlirt1 is 'feisty'>>
<span class="male2">Delighted man:</span> "What a shame! Perhaps you should enjoy a few of those drinks yourself - could loosen you up a bit, he he."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidToOrderBeerTableTwoFlirt1 is 'flirty'>>
<span class="male2">Delighted man:</span> "He he, well bring it ALL on! I have a feeling this is going to be one hell of an evening!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male5">Cautious man:</span> "Hey, cool it down, will ya?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male2">Delighted man:</span> "Pah, I know I know. No need to stress about it - just enjoying myself a little! You should try it too sometime..."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidToOrderBeerTableTwoFlirt1 is 'tease'>>
Almost all the men began hollering at you, eager to prove they were the 'thirstiest'. The cheeky smile you gave them back had them right were you wanted them.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
You went around the table to pass out your homemade cocktails. Regardless of the quality of the drink, they each reacted with an exaggerated appreciation - a very much welcome change after your experience at table one!<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "He he, enjoy your drinks guys!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Excited man:</span> "Nooo, don't go! Come stay with us for a bit?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male5">Cautious man:</span> "Hey, don't go getting carried away! You know Keaton doesn't want anything like-"<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Excited man:</span> "*Sigh* Yeah, yeah, I get it."<br/><br/>
It was strange how suddenly the excitable man's tone changed, not that it mattered though - you really couldn't mooch around here.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Sorry boys, I'm being put to work tonight. I'll be back with you as soon as I can!"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerTops.has('Modest Maid Outfit')>>
<div class="choice">[["Wink as you leave."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1402; $maidToOrderBeerTableTwoFlirt2 = 'wink'; $maidToOrderScore += 2]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Twirl round as you leave."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1402; $maidToOrderBeerTableTwoFlirt2 = 'twirl']]</div>
<<else>>
<div class="choice">[["Wink as you leave."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1402; $maidToOrderBeerTableTwoFlirt2 = 'wink']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Twirl round as you leave."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1402; $maidToOrderBeerTableTwoFlirt2 = 'twirl'; $maidToOrderScore += 2]]</div>
<</if>>
<!-- Beers to table two first-->
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 1400>>
Next up, the beers and cider trays. Somehow you managed to stack all three of them. It was about as much weight as you could handle, but to carry all of them at once made for an impressive entrance. The men cheered at the sight...<br/><br/>
<span class="male2">Delighted man:</span> "Oh yes! Now there's a sight for sore eyes!"<br/><br/>
As you approached, the men at table two look delighted; and not just by the sight of their drinks...<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Excited man:</span> "Here she is! Mmm, and is that a little something extra you've got for us?"<br/><br/>
It was nice be the company of those who didn't just put up with you, but actually liked you! Still, you couldn't relax quite yet. Positioning these heavy trays wasn't going to be easy...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Don't mind me, you boys keep enjoying yourselves! I'll pass these around once I get these trays down."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1401; $maidToOrderBeerTableTwoFlirt1 = 'feisty']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Heeey guys! Brought you a little something to get you all warmed up... oh, and your drinks too! Could someone lend me a hand?"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1401; $maidToOrderBeerTableTwoFlirt1 = 'flirty'; $maidToOrderScore += 3]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Ooh, I'm about to spill these all over you! A few of you would probably love that, he he, but we don't want to leave you all thirsty!"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1401; $maidToOrderBeerTableTwoFlirt1 = 'tease'; $maidToOrderScore += 3]]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 1401>>
<<if $maidToOrderBeerTableTwoFlirt1 is 'feisty'>>
<span class="male2">Delighted man:</span> "Those look pretty heavy. Need a hand?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Ergh... nope... all good..."<br/><br/>
Just before you couldn't take anymore, you managed to place the trays.<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Excited man:</span> "Wow, you sure can handle yourself!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidToOrderBeerTableTwoFlirt1 is 'flirty'>>
They were all eager to help; the men furthest away looked glum seeing the others reach you first.<br/><br/>
<span class="male2">Delighted man:</span> "Here we go! Pass em here. Wow, these are hefty - I'm surprised you even managed to get em here!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidToOrderBeerTableTwoFlirt1 is 'tease'>>
<span class="male2">Delighted man:</span> "There's plenty of ways to quench a thirst!"<br/><br/>
Members of the eager group got up to help, while some of the further away ones looking glum when others reached you first.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
You insisted on serving each drink to them. Each man reacted differently as you asked each one if it was a beer or cider they wanted. Some were bashful, other flirty, but each and every one of them looked in someway pleased. It still wasn't easy being comfortable like this yet, but around them was easier than most.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Enjoy your drinks guys!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Excited man:</span> "Nooo, don't go! Come stay with us for a bit?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male5">Cautious man:</span> "Hey, don't go getting carried away! You know Keaton doesn't want anything like-"<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Excited man:</span> "*Sigh* Yeah, yeah, I get it."<br/><br/>
It was strange how suddenly the excitable man's tone changed, not that it mattered though - you really couldn't mooch around here.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Sorry boys, I'm being put to work tonight. I'll be back with you as soon as I can!"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerTops.has('Modest Maid Outfit')>>
<div class="choice">[["Wink as you leave."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1402; $maidToOrderBeerTableTwoFlirt2 = 'wink'; $maidToOrderScore += 2]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Twirl round as you leave."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1402; $maidToOrderBeerTableTwoFlirt2 = 'twirl']]</div>
<<else>>
<div class="choice">[["Wink as you leave."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1402; $maidToOrderBeerTableTwoFlirt2 = 'wink']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Twirl round as you leave."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1402; $maidToOrderBeerTableTwoFlirt2 = 'twirl'; $maidToOrderScore += 2]]</div>
<</if>>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 1402>>
With that, it was time to deliver the cocktails. Another set of trays to carry, yet luckily much lighter. Though smaller, they were bound to be more potent.<br/><br/>
The table one guys roused as you came over to them. For once they were were actually happy to see you.<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Boisterous man:</span> "Oh yeah, now we're talking!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male5">Questioning man:</span> "Ay, just what are they?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "These? They're cocktails! Hope you're thirsty..."<br/><br/>
Some of them looked kind of disappointed.<br/><br/>
<span class="male5">Questioning man:</span> "Cocktails? But those guys got beer!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I thought you guys wanted to drink tonight! That's why I made them extra strong. You all seem like you could handle it..."<br/><br/>
They turned to each other in intrigue and delight; it seemed that was music to their ears.<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Boisterous man:</span> "Well what are you waiting for, lay em on us!"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Lean over the table a little to place all three trays in the center of everyone."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1403; $maidToOrderCocktailTablePlacement = 'center'; $maidToOrderScore -= 5]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Place at three different parts of the table, and bobbing to kneel as you place them."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1403; $maidToOrderCocktailTablePlacement = 'threeParts'; $maidToOrderScore += 3]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 1403>>
<<if $maidToOrderCocktailTablePlacement is 'center'>>
The trays might not have seemed too weighty before, but when you had to lean forward they became much harder to handle. You strained to reach the center, finding yourself stuck a mere two inches away! With a desperate expression, you looked to the men in hopes of help, but they didn't intervene.<br/><br/>
Argh, this was bad! The space under the trays wasn't level enough to place them, and it was all far too heavy to pull back now. You had to do something - if you spilled these now, the whole night was fucked! Not only was panic rising in you, but your skirt too...<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Boisterous man:</span> "Geezus, hurry up will ya, we're thirsty!"<br/><br/>
It was do-or-die. You closed your eyes, resigning yourself to how ridiculous you were about you look, and dived ever so slightly forward. Landing on a hard table without anything to cushion you knocked the wind out of you. If the clash of the trays landing didn't grab everyone's attention, your moans certainly did.<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Boisterous man:</span> "The fuck is wrong with you!? You almost spilled em!"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerTops.has('Modest Maid Outfit')>>
Through winced eyes, you saw the relieving sight of the trays stacked place - not that the men themselves were grateful. Your outfit had completely ridden up; even it's extra length couldn't hide your now ridiculously exposed pantie-clad ass.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Through winced eyes, you saw the relieving sight of the trays stacked place - not that the men themselves were grateful. Your outfit had completely ridden up, ridiculously exposing your pantie-clad ass to all of them.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="male5">Frustrated man:</span> "Fuck's sake..."<br/><br/>
<<if $smoothBody is 0>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore -= 3>>
<span class="male2">Disgusted man:</span> "Ugh! It's hairy and all!"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="male2">Disgusted man:</span> "Ugh!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
You pushed away from the table until you could stand again, then wiggled your dress back down as quickly as possible.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "S-sorry, sorry everyone!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male2">Displeased man:</span> "Don't we tolerate your shit enough, pervert? You could at least let us dine in peace!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidToOrderCocktailTablePlacement is 'threeParts'>>
<<if $playerTops.has('Modest Maid Outfit')>>
The men paid no attention to you - some even going out of their way to pretend you weren't there - as you delivered the trays around the table, bobbing your knees to lay each one down. The extra length on your dress probably made this a more 'comfortable' experience for these particular guys.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
The men paid no attention to you - some even going out of their way to pretend you weren't there - as you delivered the trays around the table, bobbing your knees to lay each one down. It was a good approach too, because even that motion came dangerously close to revealing under your dress; a sight you imagined these guys wouldn't appreciate.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<else>>
Something wrong: Positioning cocktail trays at Table one: maidToOrderCocktailTablePlacement $maidToOrderCocktailTablePlacement
<</if>>
You hoped to offer some extra hospitality by helping pass the beers around, but they had no patience for that at all. Before long each of them had a drink in hand.<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Boisterous man:</span> "Mmm... if that smells anything to go by, we're getting fucked up tonight boys! Ay, what are <em>you</em> still hanging about for? You've done yer job, now bugger off!"<br/><br/>
A couple of the guys laughed after he said it. The lack of thanks aside, they at least seemed satisfied enough; may as well leave them to it.<br/><br/>
[["Continue"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 1500; $maidToOrderfinalCocktailsPlacement = 'table1']]
<!-- Cocktail evaluation -->
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 1500>>
That was all the drinks served. You were just about to get back to the kitchen for some respite, when a seemingly bothered man yelled out for attention.<br/><br/>
<!-- depending on table 1 or 2, different convo but both ask what's the cocktail? -->
<<if $maidToOrderfinalCocktailsPlacement is 'table1'>>
<span class="male3">Rowdy man:</span> "Ay, bar wench - over here!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "M-me?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Rowdy man:</span> "Who else would it be? Yes, you!"<br/><br/>
He menacingly wiggled his finger to beckon you over to his table. The promise of potential drama was noticed by some of the other men, who silently stared at you as you approached.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-yes? Is everything alright with your drinks?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Rowdy man:</span> "Maybe, maybe not. I don't make a habit of drinking unknown substances - just what the bloody hell is this thing?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male2">Cautious man:</span> "*Sniff* Smells consumable... to an extent."<br/><br/>
The formidable stare coming from these guys had you looking like a deer in the headlights - you didn't have a name for these things! You'd need to improvise fast... and hopefully convincingly.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="male3">Inquisitive man:</span> "Hey! Excuse me, miss! Could you come here a moment? No ulterior motive, I promise."<br/><br/>
Getting a read on any of these guys wasn't easy, but he seemed trustworthy enough. As you approached him on table two, you noticed to your surprise that nobody had touched their cocktails yet!<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "H-hello again... Is everything OK with your drinks?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Inquisitive man:</span> "Well, yes, or at least, I hope so! It's just... none of us really recognize what these are. I prefer to have at least have <em>some</em> idea of what I'm drinking!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male2">Cautious man:</span> "*Sniff* I really don't recognize this... what do you call these things?"<br/><br/>
Suddenly you felt like a deer in the headlights - you didn't have a name for them! You felt the need to improvise quick, and hopefully convincingly.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh, the cocktails? They're a... well, um, a..."<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Hot..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 171; $maidTaskCocktailName1 = 'Hot']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Rough..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 171; $maidTaskCocktailName1 = 'Rough']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Russian..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 171; $maidTaskCocktailName1 = 'Russian']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Sex..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 171; $maidTaskCocktailName1 = 'Sex']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Slutty..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 171; $maidTaskCocktailName1 = 'Slutty']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Sour..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 171; $maidTaskCocktailName1 = 'Sour']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 171>>
$maidTaskCocktailName1...
<div class="choice">[["Kinky..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 172; $maidTaskCocktailName2 = 'Kinky']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Mama..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 172; $maidTaskCocktailName2 = 'Mama']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Pickle..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 172; $maidTaskCocktailName2 = 'Pickle']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Rainbow..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 172; $maidTaskCocktailName2 = 'Rainbow']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Rowdy..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 172; $maidTaskCocktailName2 = 'Rowdy']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Sunrise..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 172; $maidTaskCocktailName2 = 'Sunrise']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 172>>
$maidTaskCocktailName1 $maidTaskCocktailName2...
<div class="choice">[["Doggy-Style."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 173; $maidTaskCocktailName3 = 'Doggy-Style']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Femboy."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 173; $maidTaskCocktailName3 = 'Femboy']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["On The Beach."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 173; $maidTaskCocktailName3 = 'On The Beach']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Rumble."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 173; $maidTaskCocktailName3 = 'Rumble']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Slapper."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 173; $maidTaskCocktailName3 = 'Slapper']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Tickle."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 173; $maidTaskCocktailName3 = 'Tickle']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 173>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "That's a $maidTaskCocktailName1 $maidTaskCocktailName2 $maidTaskCocktailName3!"<br/><br/>
<!-- evaluate the cocktails
- Name makes sense
<span class="male3">Questioning man:</span> "This is it? This is our 'complimentary' drinks?"<br/><br/>
-->
<<if $maidTaskCocktailGarnish is 'pickle' and $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Pickle' and $maidTaskCocktailName3 is 'Tickle'>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 3>>
<span class="male">Paranoid man:</span> "A pickle... tickle? Boys, don't you see it - the sissy is trying to turn us!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Reasonable man:</span> "Relax dude, it's just called that because it's got a pickle!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Paranoid man:</span> "It's about the subconscious message! Served like <em>this</em>... by <em>them</em> of people, them!? This is phallic symbology in pure liquid form!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Reasonable man:</span> "*Sigh*"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Pickle' and $maidTaskCocktailName3 is 'Tickle'>>
<<if $maidToOrderfinalCocktailsPlacement is 'table1'>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 1>>
<span class="male">Paranoid man:</span> "Pickle tickle!? Boys, don't you see what this is! It's phallic symbology in pure liquid form! The subconscious message... the sissy is trying to make us think about... y'know..."<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Reasonable man:</span> "Dude, have you smelled how strong they are? We're not going to be capable of thinking a thing after a couple of these!"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 3>>
<span class="male">Aroused man:</span> "We're receiving a pickle tickle from $name... is it just me, or is that rather suggestive boys?"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Pickle' and $maidTaskCocktailName3 is 'Slapper'>>
<<if $maidToOrderfinalCocktailsPlacement is 'table1'>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 3>>
<span class="male2">Disapproving man:</span> "Pickle slapper? That another weird ass thing you're into, pervert? A ha ha!"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 1>>
<span class="male">Aroused(?) man:</span> "Pickle... slapper? As in, 'pickle' being slapped? If that's supposed to be suggestive, it's not something I'd like to think about to much... I think..."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Rainbow' and $maidTaskCocktailName3 is 'Femboy'>>
<<if $maidToOrderfinalCocktailsPlacement is 'table1'>>
<span class="male2">Disapproving man:</span> "Femboy!? That's one rainbow I <em>don't</em> want to taste!"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 3>>
<span class="male">Aroused man:</span> "Ooh, what a name! Well then, lets <em>taste the rainbow</em>..."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Mama' and $maidTaskCocktailName3 is 'Femboy'>>
<<if $maidToOrderfinalCocktailsPlacement is 'table1'>>
<span class="male2">Disapproving man:</span> "Mama Femboy? Like a femboy... MILF? Fucking hell, whatever next..."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 3>>
<span class="male">Aroused man:</span> "Mama Femboy? Like a femboy, but a MILF? Ha ha, now <em>that</em> sounds fun!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Rowdy' and $maidTaskCocktailName3 is 'Femboy'>>
<<if $maidToOrderfinalCocktailsPlacement is 'table1'>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 1>>
<span class="male2">Disapproving man:</span> "Rowdy... femboy? Let's just hope it's heavier on the 'rowdy'."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 3>>
<span class="male">Aroused man:</span> "Rowdy Femboy? Ha ha, sounds like a good time to me!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Kinky' and $maidTaskCocktailName3 is 'Femboy'>>
<<if $maidToOrderfinalCocktailsPlacement is 'table1'>>
<span class="male2">Disapproving man:</span> "Kinky... femboy? Fucking hell, do they have to be named so... vividly?"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 3>>
<span class="male">Aroused man:</span> "Kinky Femboy? Mmm, so a few of these will get us feeling as naughty and wild? Aha ha!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName1 is 'Sour' and $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Mama'>>
<span class="male3">Reasonable man:</span> "Sour... Mama!? Ew, that just sounds wrong. For some reason, it's giving me Lemon Party flashbacks..."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName1 is 'Sex' and $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Kinky' and $maidTaskCocktailName3 is 'On The Beach'>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 1>>
<span class="male2">Confused man:</span> "Sounds more like how I spend my holidays than a drink!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName1 is 'Sex' and $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Kinky' and $maidTaskCocktailName3 is 'Doggy-Style'>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 1>>
<span class="male2">Confused man:</span> "Sounds more like how I spend my holidays than a drink!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName1 is 'Rough' and $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Kinky' and $maidTaskCocktailName3 is 'On The Beach'>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 1>>
<span class="male2">Confused man:</span> "Sounds more like how I spend my holidays than a drink!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName1 is 'Rough' and $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Kinky' and $maidTaskCocktailName3 is 'Doggy-Style'>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 1>>
<span class="male2">Confused man:</span> "Sounds more like how I spend my holidays than a drink!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName1 is 'Sour' and $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Kinky' and $maidTaskCocktailName3 is 'On The Beach'>>
<span class="male2">Confused man:</span> "That sounds less like a drink, and more like how my wife spends her holidays!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName1 is 'Slutty' and $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Kinky' and $maidTaskCocktailName3 is 'On The Beach'>>
<span class="male2">Confused man:</span> "That sounds less like a drink, and more like how my wife spends her holidays!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName1 is 'Slutty' and $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Rowdy' and $maidTaskCocktailName3 is 'On The Beach'>>
<span class="male2">Confused man:</span> "That sounds less like a drink, and more like how my wife spends her holidays!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName1 is 'Sour' and $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Kinky' and $maidTaskCocktailName3 is 'Doggy-Style'>>
<span class="male2">Confused man:</span> "That sounds less like a drink, and more like how my wife spends her holidays!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName1 is 'Slutty' and $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Kinky' and $maidTaskCocktailName3 is 'Doggy-Style'>>
<span class="male2">Confused man:</span> "That sounds less like a drink, and more like how my wife spends her holidays!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName1 is 'Slutty' and $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Rowdy' and $maidTaskCocktailName3 is 'Doggy-Style'>>
<span class="male2">Confused man:</span> "That sounds less like a drink, and more like how my wife spends her holidays!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName1 is 'Sour' and $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Rowdy' and $maidTaskCocktailName3 is 'On The Beach'>>
<span class="male2">Reasonable man:</span> "What? That name hardly makes sense!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName1 is 'Sex' and $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Rowdy' and $maidTaskCocktailName3 is 'Tickle'>>
<span class="male2">Reasonable man:</span> "What? That name hardly makes sense!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName1 is 'Sour' and $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Pickle' and $maidTaskCocktailName3 is 'Femboy'>>
<span class="male2">Reasonable man:</span> "What? That name hardly makes sense!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male2">Disapproving man:</span> "Is that some weird way of telling us something? Uh, if it is, maybe try seeking medical help."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<!-- No need for extra remarks, name is fine so add points-->
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 3>>
<</if>>
<<if $maidToOrderfinalCocktailsPlacement is 'table1'>>
<span class="male3">Rowdy man:</span> "Eh!? I ain't never heard of these before! But a name's a name, I guess..."<br/><br/>
He swirled the concoction a couple of times in it's glass. It still looked like he had no real confidence that he should actually drink the thing, but you could see the moment something inside him said 'ah, fuck it!'. A second later, he had necked the entire thing.<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Rowdy man:</span> "WHEEEW! Fuck, that's - *cough* - that's really... somethin'!"<br/><br/>
Apparently him not dropping dead was enough to assure the other men, who began to consume theirs at a more enjoyable pace.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="male3">Inquisitive man:</span> "Can't say I'm familiar with one of these! Quite a name though..."<br/><br/>
It's not that he was entirely unconvinced, but he still seemed a little apprehensive.<br/><br/>
<span class="male5">Rambunctious man:</span> "What's gotten into you boys? The girl went to some effort!"<br/><br/>
He swirled the concoction a couple of times in it's glass, before suddenly necking the entire thing.<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Rambunctious man:</span> "WHEEEW! Fuck, that's - *cough* - that's really... somethin'!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Um, glad you liked? Though, I think they're supposed to be enjoyed at a more... gradual pace."<br/><br/>
Apparently him not dropping dead was enough to assure the other men at least, who followed your suggestion and began to sip at their glasses.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<!-- evaluate the cocktails - does it taste good? -->
<<if $maidTaskCocktailIngredient1 is 'vodka' and $maidTaskCocktailIngredient2 is 'vermouth'>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 4>>
<span class="male2">Tasteful man:</span> "Mmm, nice. It's got that martini taste - can't go wrong with a classic!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailMixer is 'espresso' and $maidTaskCocktailIngredient1 is 'tequilla' and $maidTaskCocktailIngredient2 is 'triple sec'>>
<span class="male2">Tasteful man:</span> "Mmm, <em>interesting</em> taste. It's got that margarita taste... thought I'm not sure the coffee suits it."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailIngredient1 is 'tequilla' and $maidTaskCocktailIngredient2 is 'triple sec'>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 4>>
<span class="male2">Tasteful man:</span> "Mmm, nice. It's got that margarita taste - can't go wrong with a classic!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailIngredient1 is 'gin' and $maidTaskCocktailIngredient2 is 'rum'>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 4>>
<span class="male2">Tasteful man:</span> "Mmm, nice. Gin and rum make for the most unique tasting drinks - I could drink this all day!"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 2>>
<span class="male2">Tasteful man:</span> "Hmm... tastes pretty decent."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<!-- evaluate the cocktails - End of does it taste good? -->
<!-- evaluate the cocktails - is the garnish good? -->
<<if $maidTaskCocktailGarnish is 'olive' and $maidTaskCocktailIngredient1 is 'vodka' and $maidTaskCocktailIngredient2 is 'vermouth'>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 2>>
<span class="male4">Pleased man:</span> "Hey, this is kinda like what James Bond drinks! Even got the little olive with it..."<br/><br/>
He then went excitedly into a terrible Sean Connery impression, repeatedly saying 'ssshaken, not ssstirred' while laughing to his friends. At least he was happy enough.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailGarnish is 'olive' and $maidTaskCocktailIngredient2 is 'rum'>>
<span class="male4">Displeased man:</span> "Blergh! *Cough* Holy shit - yeah, turns out an olive doesn't really work with rum!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailGarnish is 'olive' and $maidTaskCocktailMixer is 'orange juice'>>
span class="male4">Displeased man:</span> "An olive with orange juice though? Gross!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailGarnish is 'olive'>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 2>>
<span class="male4">Pleased man:</span> "This shit is fancy! Never thought I'd enjoy a drink with an olive!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailGarnish is 'maraschino cherry' and $maidTaskCocktailIngredient2 is 'rum'>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 2>>
<span class="male4">Pleased man:</span> "This drink's got a cherry... a fucking cherry! I wouldn't even imagine ordering a drink like this... but actually, it's pretty damn good!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailGarnish is 'pickle' and $maidTaskCocktailMixer is 'espresso'>>
<span class="male4">Displeased man:</span> "Blergh! *Cough* Holy shit - coffee and pickle together? Tastes even worse than it looks!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailGarnish is 'pickle' and $maidTaskCocktailIngredient1 is 'tequilla'>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 2>>
<span class="male4">Pleased man:</span> "I can't believe I'm saying this but, the pickle... it kinda makes the drink! How is this so good!?"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 1>>
<span class="male4">Moderately pleased man:</span> "Not sure this garnish was necessary, but it's nice enough."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<!-- evaluate the cocktails - End of -->
<!-- evaluate the cocktails - does the name suit it? -->
<<if $maidTaskCocktailMixer is 'espresso' and $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Rowdy'>>
<span class="male5">Judgmental man:</span> "Well, I like it enough, but why is it called rowdy? That doesn't really suit it's soothing coffee flavor."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailMixer is 'espresso' and $maidTaskCocktailName1 is 'Rough'>>
<span class="male5">Judgmental man:</span> "Well, I like it enough, but why is it called rough? That doesn't really suit it's soothing coffee flavor."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Rainbow' and $maidTaskCocktailMixer is 'coke'>>
<span class="male5">Judgmental man:</span> "Well, I like it enough, but I don't think a drink with 'rainbow' in the name suits one that looks dark brown."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName2 is 'Rainbow' and $maidTaskCocktailMixer is 'espresso'>>
<span class="male5">Judgmental man:</span> "Well, I like it enough, but I don't think a drink with 'rainbow' in the name suits one that looks like a coffee."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName1 is 'Sour' and $maidTaskCocktailMixer is 'olive'>>
<span class="male5">Judgmental man:</span> "Well, I like it enough, but I don't think a drink with 'sour' in the name suits one served with an olive."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskCocktailName3 is 'Femboy' and $maidTaskCocktailMixer is 'espresso'>>
<span class="male5">Judgmental man:</span> "Well, I like it enough, but the name is off putting. A brown drink and femboys, it uh... conjures certain unwelcome images."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 2>>
<span class="male5">Judgmental man:</span> "Hmm, $maidTaskCocktailName1 $maidTaskCocktailName2 $maidTaskCocktailName3... y'know, after tasting it, the name kinda suits it, ha!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
Honestly, it was surprising how much they had to say about your drink. You'd think a bunch of men in this situation would happily booze on anything put in front of them, but apparently there were a fair few discernible drinkers among them.<br/><br/>
[["It seems everyone is sorted. Gotta get back to the kitchen!"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 180; $maidTaskHenrikSelected to 0; $maidTaskNormanSelected to 0; $maidTaskDafyddSelected to 0]]
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 180>>
You came back to Iggy who you could see was being pushed to his limits. He looked worn down as he rushed around from dish to dish, though he put a brave face on things as you told him the drinks were out there.<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Excellent! *Phew* The small plates are almost ready for the boys - it's chicken wings for everyone. No way near enough to satisfy, so keep working your charms, ha ha! Here take a look at this..."<br/><br/>
He flung a kitchen towel over his shoulder and beckoned you over to three plated meals; a four cheese pasta, a modestly sized steak with fries, and some kind of unidentifiable, possibly seafood dish.<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Here, all I could manage to hold back from those animals! Just enough for the sober men. Usually they'd have the luxury of choice, but I don't want them reminded that tonight! Pick a dish for each and serve directly to each of them - I'm sure you can sense what's best. Now, I must get back to work!"<br/><br/>
The seafood dish looks like a kind of slop to your eyes. Despite it's off putting looks, it smells pretty tasty! Who will you serve it to?<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Henrik"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 181; $maidTaskHenrikSelected = 1; $maidTaskHenriksMeals = 'seafood'; $maidToOrderScore += 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Norman"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 181; $maidTaskNormanSelected = 1; $maidTaskNormansMeals = 'seafood']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Dafydd"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 181; $maidTaskDafyddSelected = 1; $maidTaskDafyddsMeals = 'seafood']]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 181>>
And who's getting the four cheese pasta? Even considering the name, it looks especially cheesy.<br/><br/>
<<if $maidTaskHenrikSelected is 0>>
<div class="choice">[["Henrik"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 182; $maidTaskHenrikSelected = 1; $maidTaskHenriksMeals = 'cheesePasta']]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $maidTaskNormanSelected is 0>>
<div class="choice">[["Norman"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 182; $maidTaskNormanSelected = 1; $maidTaskNormansMeals = 'cheesePasta']]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $maidTaskDafyddSelected is 0>>
<div class="choice">[["Dafydd"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 182; $maidTaskDafyddSelected = 1; $maidTaskDafyddsMeals = 'cheesePasta'; $maidToOrderScore += 1]]</div>
<</if>>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 182>>
<<if $maidTaskHenrikSelected is 0>><<set $maidTaskHenriksMeals = 'steak'>>That left the steak and fries for Henrik.<<elseif $maidTaskNormanSelected is 0>><<set $maidTaskNormansMeals = 'steak'>><<set $maidToOrderScore += 1>>That left the steak and fries for Norman.<<elseif $maidTaskDafyddSelected is 0>><<set $maidTaskDafyddsMeals = 'steak'>>That left the steak and fries for Dafydd.<</if>> Thankfully, carrying these out were a piece of cake after all those beer trays.<br/><br/>
<<if $maidToOrderBadWinePlacement is 0>>
<span class="nate">Dafydd:</span> "Aye boys, look at that - our food's on the way! Here we fucking go, come on lass, am hungry!"<br/><br/>
<span class="jollyOldMan">Henrik:</span> "Ho ho, so am I!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Hi again guys, did I just hear y'all were hungry? Compliments of our chef are few of the finest meals being served this evening..."<br/><br/>
You weren't sure why you said 'y'all'; after doing a good job, perhaps you were getting a little <em>too</em> into this whole waitress thing. And why not? These guys seemed genuinely happy with your service.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="nate">Dafydd:</span> "Watch it boys - that disaster on two legs is walking our way! Aye, ye can only imagine what's been done to our meals..."<br/><br/>
<span class="jollyOldMan">Henrik:</span> "You fret too much! Our food can't be ruined... uh, right?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Heh, hi again guys... um, sorry about earlier. Is everyone ready for their meals?"<br/><br/>
The men looked nervous after their experience with you earlier, but it seemed their hunger was enough to overcome any of their, probably quite valid, reservations.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $maidTaskHenriksMeals is 'seafood'>>
The sight of the seafood dish made Dafydd and Norman grimace, but Henrik didn't take it's appearance into account at all, immediately tucking into it with glee.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskNormansMeals is 'seafood'>>
The sight of the seafood dish in front of him made Norman grimace. He apprehensively raised a spoonful of it to his lips, where he discovered it at least tasted a little better than it looked.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskDafyddsMeals is 'seafood'>>
The sight of the seafood dish in front of him made Dafydd grimace.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Dafydd: </span> "Fucking hell... Ah've seen things more edible crawling out the Afon Taf!"<br/><br/>
He apprehensively raised a spoonful of it to his lips, where he discovered it at least tasted a little better than it looked.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong: serving seafood.<br/><br/>
Please report
<</if>>
<<if $maidTaskHenriksMeals is 'cheesePasta'>>
Henrik graciously thanked you after you passed the four cheese pasta to him. It seemed decent enough to him!<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskNormansMeals is 'cheesePasta'>>
Norman just nodded a modest thank you when you passed the four cheese pasta to him. It seemed decent enough to him!<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskDafyddsMeals is 'cheesePasta'>>
Dafydd looked absolutely ecstatic as the four cheese pasta came his way.<br/><br/>
<span class="nate">Dafydd: </span> "Aye, is that for me, hen? Oh yes!"<br/><br/>
<<if $metNate is 1>>
How strangely familiar it was to see such an avid cheese lover...<br/><br/>
<<else>>
It seemed he especially was especially fond of cheese... what a lucky guess!<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<else>>
Something wrong: serving cheese pasta.<br/><br/>
Please report
<</if>>
<<if $maidTaskHenriksMeals is 'steak'>>
Henrik graciously thanked you as you placed the steak in front of him. He seemed to like it well enough.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskNormansMeals is 'steak'>>
Norman nodded a modest thank you when you passed the steak and fries to him, but after the first bite he was positively giddy. Silent though he remained, you could tell he was elated with his meal.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidTaskDafyddsMeals is 'steak'>>
Dafydd humbled accepted the steak and fries from you. It didn't seem he was put off by his meal, but he did look longingly at the four cheese pasta...<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong: serving steak.<br/><br/>
Please report
<</if>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I hope you all enjoy your meals."<br/><br/>
<span class="jollyOldMan">Henrik:</span> "*Mmpf* Already am! Thank you."<br/><br/>
You were just in the middles of saying 'you're welcome', when suddenly the Bistro door swung open. Keaton had finally arrived.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Uh, please excuse me..."<br/><br/>
You hurried to the VIP table. Three were expected, but it seemed the only other person accompanying was Steve. They hadn't waited for you to seat them, so you moved to open and pour their wine for them.<br/><br/>
<div class="twoPeopleDisplayBox">
<img src="images/scenes/Zkeaton.jpg" alt="picture of Keaton" class="storyImage">
<img src="images/scenes/Zsteve.jpg" alt="picture of Steve" class="storyImage">
</div>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Good evening, gentlemen, and welcome to Iggy's Bistro."<br/><br/>
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Gentlemen? That's not how I taught you to address us, bitch. And just what the hell is going on here?"<br/><br/>
Did he not know? You almost felt worried to tell him; he was apparently in a terrible mood.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Ah! S-sorry. Good evening, $KeatonCrewTitle. Um, well this is a special night that Iggy is hosting... I was, uh, ordered to help."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"What the fuck is going on here?"<br/><br/>
Did he not know? You almost felt worried to tell him; he was apparently in a terrible mood.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh, um, this is a special night that Iggy is hosting tonight... I was recruited to help."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"*Sigh* Forget I acted like that, just a bit on edge tonight. I was waiting on someone else to join us, but something came up for them last minute. Apologise to Iggy for us, will ya? I didn't plan to be this late."<br/><br/>
You unbottled his wine for him as spoke. As he came to the end of his words, he watched with a silent satisfaction as you filled his glass; it seemed best to serve his first. Steve just looked a little awkward.<br/><br/>
<<if $taskThePinkPantierState is 999>>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Hah, uh, hey $name... what's with the outfit?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Sure does suit ya... bet you wish she wore that for your little photo shoot."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Argh! You looked at the photos!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"It's my phone, ain't it? You sure seem to be getting into your role, don't you $name? Or were you just that desperate for some new underwear, ha!"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"What a get-up..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Ha, I guess Iggy's a man who knows what he wants. Good thing it's multipurpose... I can think of plenty of use for it after this. Bet you have too, haven't you $name?"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
You just blushed, which Keaton took a kind of delight in seeing. He kicked back his chair to raise his legs up on the table. As he glanced to the other tables, men would raise their glasses to him and cheer; he clearly enjoyed basking in the admiration.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Now I don't know about you Steve, but I am feeling real... fucking... hungry! What's that crazy Italian bastard got in store for us tonight?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh, this evening he's serving chicken wings... and, uh, of course, plenty of wine. Please drink up and enjoy yourselves; these bottles were compliments of the chef himself."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Chicken wings! Is that all!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"I mean, chicken wings sounds good to me-"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Hold it there, Steve! Nah, that ain't enough to feed a hen! You, listen up!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-yes?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"You get back there and sort this all out. It's been a real hard fuckin' day, and if there's anything Steve and my good self deserve right now, it's a slap up dinner!"<br/><br/>
You bowed nervously, before speeding away as commanded.<br/><br/>
[["Find Iggy."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 183]]
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 183>>
An exhausted looking Iggy didn't even see you over the stack of plates he was bringing back from Ryan and Ken's table.<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "La coppia spaventosa! Non si fermano, non si fermano mai!!!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Iggy! There's an issue with Keaton. He's hungry tonight, and he wasn't happy to hear all he'd be getting was chicken wings."<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Ay yi! Tesoro, even for the likes of him, look around, I have nothing left to spare!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Nothing at all? He's not going to be happy..."<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Tough titties! That is how you say in English, yes? I can pile extra wings on his plate, but little else. What more can he expect? I already save a prime lamb shank for him as he requests every Friday. If I could afford to buy another tomorrow, I could do, but I don't!"<br/><br/>
He was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and right now he was far too near his wits end to care about any consequences. Wouldn't serving that shank up would be enough to satiate Keaton though?<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Offer to dock money from your reward if he cooks the meal for Keaton."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 184; $maidTaskCookSpecialForKeaton = 1; $maidToOrderScore += 1; $maidToOrderScoreKeatonPleased += 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Go with the extra chicken wings plan."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 184; $maidTaskCookSpecialForKeaton = 0; $maidToOrderScoreKeatonPleased = 0]]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 184>>
<<if $maidTaskCookSpecialForKeaton is 1>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Caro, no! You do not have to do this; I assure you, he will be fine!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I want to. No half measures, let's make tonight the best it can be!"<br/><br/>
As reluctant as he looked, he knew it was the better option. He lifted a thick finger of his and pointed it cheekily inf front of your face.<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "You are too good to him, you know that? You are too good to me! Go, take out the wings - I will cook <em>'his highness'</em> his special..."<br/><br/>
You returned to the dining area with as many dishes as you could carry, where Keaton looked directly at you with expectation. Giving him a little nod, he seemed to pick up that Iggy would service his request.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Caro, do not worry so much! I assure you, he will find the food more than fine enough!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Alright. I'll serve him last and pile on as many extra as I can."<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Excellent! And thank you... you really are getting good at this!"<br/><br/>
You returned to the dining area with as many dishes as you could carry. Out of the corner of your eye, you could tell Keaton was directly looking at you, expectantly. All you could do was pretend you didn't see him.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
You may as well have been a ghost as you placed the plates at table one; the drinks had got those guys nice and drunk now, and they were more than happy to ignore you. Table two was practically the opposite!<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Excited man:</span> "Hey hey! You alright, darling? They sure are running you ragged tonight, ain't they?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male2">Delighted man:</span> "When you off the clock? You should kick back a bit, here. Got a spare seat for ya."<br/><br/>
To stay with them a while would of made them happy, but time was always short. Maybe there was something you could do to keep them sweet...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Lean over deliberately as you place their plates."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 185]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Be apologetic, but try being cute as you do."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 186]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Apologize to your 'favorite guys'."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 187]]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 185>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Sorry boys, as you can see..."<br/><br/>
From where you stood you picked a stupidly impractical position to place the first plate, leaning right over the table. Some of the guys were speechless, as they shuffled and tried to peak at the underneath of your skirt.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "...oof, excuse me... I'm just so <em>busy</em> tonight!"<br/><br/>
With a sly smile to everyone, you scuttled round so the men who missed out could catch a glimpse too.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh, it's such a shame too! I just hope I get a chance to get to know you boys better soon..."<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Excited man:</span> "Mmhm, the way things are going, there's a mighty strong chance of that!"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerTops.has('Modest Maid Outfit')>>
/* todo if stockings look like tights */
Perhaps you overestimated your unsubtle flirtation techniques though, because when you were finished serving, most of the men looked kind of disappointed. Looking down your outfit, you realized they hadn't really got a tease of anything - the skirt's length had entirely hidden your modesty from their sight! Way to blue balls them...<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 4>>
/* todo pantie color */
You method of flirting was entirely unsubtle - and the men were absolutely loving it!<br/><br/>
<span class="male2">Delighted man:</span> "*Whistle* Oh wow!!!"<br/><br/>
One guy unthinkably began to reach his hand towards you! Before you could even respond, one of the men intervened.<br/><br/>
<span class="male5">Cautious man:</span> "Dude, stop! Are you crazy? Keaton's right there!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male2">Delighted man:</span> "Argh, leave me alone. Not like I was going to do anything... much."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
[["That reminded you - you shouldn't keep the Keaton waiting..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 190]]
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 186>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Sorry boys, it's just so busy tonight!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Excited man:</span> "Aww, but we're your favorite customers!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "He he, I'll try swing back here whenever I can..."<br/><br/>
They were disappointed, but understood.<br/><br/>
[["You shouldn't keep the VIPs waiting..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 190]]
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 187>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Aww sorry boys, I wish I could spend more time with my favorite table!"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerTops.has('Modest Maid Outfit')>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 4>>
<span class="male3">Excited man:</span> "Ha, it's alright. Looks like you enjoy taking the waitress maid thing pretty serious. It would just be nice to get to know each other better..."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="male3">Excited man:</span> "Aww, come on! You didn't put that little number on just to serve plates, did ya?"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Mmhm... well let me see what I can do. I'll try to swing by again when I can - maybe bring you guys a few more drinks to make it up for it, he he."<br/><br/>
<span class="male2">Delighted man:</span> "Forget the booze - that sweet little ass will be more than enough for me!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male5">Cautious man:</span> "Yo, reel it in! Keaton's right over there!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male2">Delighted man:</span> "Argh, leave me alone. Not like I was going to do anything... much."<br/><br/>
[["That reminded you - you shouldn't keep the Keaton waiting..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 190]]
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 190>>
You had always heard the restaurant business was hectic, but now you knew it for sure - there's just never a moment to stop!<br/><br/>
<<if $maidTaskCookSpecialForKeaton is 1>>
'Keaton's Special' was plated up and waiting. Not to talk down the rest of Iggy's food, but this was by far the most impressive looking dish yet. There were two plates of it, though one had a smaller portion of meat. It was safe to assume that one would be for Steve.<br/><br/>
Both men looked pleased as you came to the VIP table.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/mToOrderLamb.jpg" alt="picture of a lamb meal that keaton especially likes" class="storyImage">
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Your meals. Please, enjoy."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Hmm, you're actually pretty good at this. Ah, I get it now... it's a service role. No surprise it would come naturally to you..."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
The last of the chicken wings. It might not be what Keaton wanted, but piling up some of the spare ones left made it still look a somewhat impressive dish. Poor Steve was getting a regular portion, not that it wasn't the same as the other men's plates, but it looked completely dwarfed when it could be directly compared.<br/><br/>
Steve looked pleased as you came to the VIP table, but Keaton just sighed.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "P-please... enjoy your meals."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"*Hpmh* Well, good enough, I guess. But this whole waitress thing... seems like a distraction. I think it's important we keep you focused on the <em>service roles</em> you're more suited for."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
You weren't sure there was any invitation for you to speak, so you just nodded and left them to their food. Plenty of men had empty plates already, and table one especially started to look restless... it seemed like the right time to use the rest of those spirits.<br/><br/>
No more need for trays, you grabbed a couple of bottles in one hand and some shot glasses in the other. This was the home stretch; few seemed to notice the small dishes, and the strongest booze left would hopefully keep things that way!<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Keep up the urgency - rush to give the boys their shots."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 192; $maidToTaskServingShots = 'rushOutTheShots']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Stay cautious - you'll get to everyone soon enough."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 192; $maidToTaskServingShots = 'carefullyDeliver']]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 192>>
You came to table one, ready to interrupt them in a way they'd enjoy for once.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Hey! Who's ready for shots!!!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Boisterous man:</span> "YEAAAH!!! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!"<br/><br/>
The table erupted as men joined in to chant. Making these guys happy really was easy, after all.<br/><br/>
<<if $maidToTaskServingShots is 'rushOutTheShots'>>
<<if $wearingHeels is 1>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore -= 4>>
You excitedly rushed to their table, but in the hurry made a complete misstep that threw you off your balance. Trying to correct yourself in heels was impossible, in fact it only made things worse. Everything felt like a car crash in slow motion, and as you fell backwards, the tip of your foot flew up to almost kick you in the face. The piercing sound of the bottles and glasses raining down all around you was deafening.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Aaaaah!!!"<br/><br/>
It took a moment to collect yourself among the chaos, only to find you were laid flat on your back, with the eyes of many displeased men looking down on you. Your legs had parted at angles, and the men who only wanted a strong drink, where instead getting a strong exposure of pantie bulge.<br/><br/>
<span class="male5">Frustrated man:</span> "Ergh! What's wrong with you!? Get up already!"<br/><br/>
Pained and embarrassed, you tried to do so, quickly. Less out of trying to aid you and more out of impatience to drink, a few men gathered up the bottles and glasses, which thankfully appeared sturdy enough to have not shattered. After passing them back to you, you carried on in the hopes everyone would pretend that didn't just happen.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "He... uh, s-sorry about that... who wants one first?"<br/><br/>
You hastily poured out measures to give to all the outreached hands. People had gotten pretty irritable now, so it seemed best to remain silent and hurry on as swiftly as possible. After you moved on to table two, you heard someone wince in pain behind you.<br/><br/>
<span class="male2">Hurt man:</span> "OUCH! The fuck!? This glass... it's fucking chipped!!!"<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Don't look back. Keep smiling, and don't look back...</span><br/><br/>
<<else>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 4>>
The excitement had grasped everyone, including you, and you rushed round to give out the shots. Flats might not look pretty, but they sure were practical for work like this... it didn't take you long to get to everyone.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Enjoy your drinks!"<br/><br/>
You're couldn't tell if they didn't hear you or were just ignoring, but they appeared to be enjoying themselves at least. You smiled happily to yourself as you did the same for table two.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<if $wearingHeels is 1>>
<<set $maidToOrderScore += 4>>
As excited as everyone was to get their drinks, you kept your cool. The longer time it took barely had an impact on table one, and while it took you a while to get to table two, you could tell they enjoyed savoring the sight of a waitress in heels.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
As excited as everyone was to get their drinks, you kept your cool. The longer time it took barely had an impact on table one, but it took you a while to get around to table two. It gave them time to notice they were getting the short end of the stick when it came to the complimentary alcohol.<br/><br/>
<span class="male3">Disappointed man:</span> "Hey, why are we getting the last of the bottle? We appreciate you a lot more than them, y'know!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
Overall, the booze was working well as a distraction from the meager food. Most men looked like they had already drank all they wanted, with a few of the light weights even passing out already. Still, there should be a bottle or two left - why stop while there were still men on two feet?<br/><br/>
The non-alcoholics had left, and it seemed the VIPs were finishing their stay too, with Keaton having a quick word with some of the men near the exit. With everything going smoothly enough, you went to pick up another drink to serve, when a somewhat aggressive voice suddenly called out to you, specifically...<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Drunk man:</span> "Hey... hey you... girly... ha... yeah, you... come over here!... Come over here and sit."<br/><br/>
It struck you as odd because the guy was from table one, and was one of the men who had especially gone out of their way to ignore you, until now. He kicked out a seat on the opposite side of the table to sit at. You weren't sure were this was going, but curiosity compelled you.<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Drunk man:</span> "Yesh... that's good. Hey... *hic*... hey, listen here, right..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Um, sure, I'm listening."<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Drunk man:</span> "OK... now, I'm jusht... I'm jusht going to say this, alright... Now, I aven't got no trouble with you girly boys or whatever the FUCK you are... if you wantsh to wear a dress... and gay... fine... go and be the biggesht gay in the world, I don't care... it'sch your life, *hic*!"<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Oh boy, here we go...</span><br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Drunk man:</span> "But where I draw the LINE *hic*... Isch me being told... that there's such thing as a feminine penisch!... *hic*... And if I don't AGREE with that... I'msch the bad guy!... I mean... what the FUCK isch going on today!? ...It's nutsch!"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerCockOrClit is 'clit'>>
<div class="choice">[["I call mine a clit, actually."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 195; $maidToTaskPenisManReaction = 'minesAClit']]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[["If you really don't care how people how people live their lives, why care about how people feel about their body?"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 195; $maidToTaskPenisManReaction = 'reason']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Take a peek between my legs. After you've seen one, you'll get it."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 195; $maidToTaskPenisManReaction = 'offerAPeek']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Why are you so mad about it? Is it honestly that big deal to you?"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 195; $maidToTaskPenisManReaction = 'youreOverreacting']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["And this is my problem somehow? I really couldn't give a shit!"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 195; $maidToTaskPenisManReaction = 'imDoneHere']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I hear ya! Back in the good old days a penis used to mean something, dammit!"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 195; $maidToTaskPenisManReaction = 'aPenisUsedToMeanSomething']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["That's why you called me here? I'm happy for mine to be called whatever you want, he he!"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 195; $maidToTaskPenisManReaction = 'submissiveAgreeable']]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 195>>
<<if $maidToTaskPenisManReaction is 'minesAClit'>>
<span class="male4">Drunk man:</span> "And that'sch what I'm talking about!... it'sch... it'sch... changing the Englishch languagsch!... It'sch not right!... When will it fucking end? *hic*!"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Ever think it might just be a useful way of expressing something, by people different than you?"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 195; $maidToTaskPenisManReaction = 'expression']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Take a good look at me, than take a peek under the table. You're still going to call that a man's cock?"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 195; $maidToTaskPenisManReaction = 'offerAPeek']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["OK, well, you obviously have your opinion. I'm going to to go."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 195; $maidToTaskPenisManReaction = 'imDoneHere']]</div>
<<elseif $maidToTaskPenisManReaction is 'reason'>>
<span class="male4">Drunk man:</span> "But itsch one demand after the other... it'sch... it'sch... changing the Englishch languagsch!... It'sch not right!... When will it fucking end? *hic*! People can do what they want... justch keep me out of it... and the kids!!! *hic*"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Ever think it might just be a useful way of expressing something, by people different than you?"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 195; $maidToTaskPenisManReaction = 'expression']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Take a good look at me, than take a peek under the table. You're still going to call that a man's cock?"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 195; $maidToTaskPenisManReaction = 'offerAPeek']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["OK, well, you obviously have your opinion. I'm going to go."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 195; $maidToTaskPenisManReaction = 'imDoneHere']]</div>
<<elseif $maidToTaskPenisManReaction is 'offerAPeek'>>
Perhaps expecting more of a confrontation, the guy was caught entirely off-guard. Surprisingly, he took a moment to actually think about it... and actually did it! You parted your legs and lifted some of your skirt up so he could see.<br/><br/>
He was actually down there longer than you expected, only coming back up when you shut your legs again.<br/><br/>
<<if $playerIsInChastity is 1>>
<span class="male4">Drunk man:</span> "Hmm, you know what... I see it now. Touché... tou... fucking... ché. No man's cock would be inside one of thosesch things! *hic*"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="male4">Drunk man:</span> "Hmm, you know what... I see it now. Touché... tou... fucking... ché. When it's like that... it does look girly! *hic*"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
Well, that was certainly one way to change a mind, not that it would apparently have any effect longer than this evening. As a friendly gesture, he had raised a shot glass (which he didn't realize was empty) to toast you, before suddenly becoming unable to balance his head on his neck. Not a second later, he slammed his face down into the table, completely out cold. It was safe to say he wouldn't remember a word of this conversation...<br/><br/>
[["Continue"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 205]]
<<elseif $maidToTaskPenisManReaction is 'youreOverreacting'>>
<span class="male4">Drunk man:</span> "You give an inchsh, *hic*... they take a milesch!... I justch want common sencsch back!... What'sch wrong with that!?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Ever think it might just be a useful way of expressing something, by people different than you?"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 195; $maidToTaskPenisManReaction = 'expression']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Take a good look at me, than take a peek under the table. You're still going to call that a man's cock?"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 195; $maidToTaskPenisManReaction = 'offerAPeek']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["OK, well, you obviously have your opinion. I'm going to go."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 195; $maidToTaskPenisManReaction = 'imDoneHere']]</div>
<<elseif $maidToTaskPenisManReaction is 'imDoneHere'>>
This really wasn't something you needed to deal with. It never failed to impress how easily someone could make things that really didn't concern them somehow into their problem.<br/><br/>
He raised up his hand to shove a middle finger in your face, but as he did, he suddenly became unable to balance his head on his neck. Not a second later, he slammed his face down into the table, completely out cold. It was safe to say he wouldn't remember a word of this conversation...<br/><br/>
[["Continue"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 205]]
<<elseif $maidToTaskPenisManReaction is 'aPenisUsedToMeanSomething'>>
You banged your fist on the table as you said it. Perhaps expecting more of a confrontation, the guy was caught entirely off-guard.<br/><br/>
<span class="male4">Drunk man:</span> "Eh... whatch do you mean?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I agree, call it how YOU see it!"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 195; $maidToTaskPenisManReaction = 'submissiveAgreeable']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I was just joking around, because you need to lighten up - it's honestly not a big deal."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 195; $maidToTaskPenisManReaction = 'reason']]</div>
<<elseif $maidToTaskPenisManReaction is 'submissiveAgreeable'>>
<span class="male4">Drunk man:</span> "Too fucking right! *Hic* Y'know... you... you're actually one of the <em>good</em> onesch... *hic*"<br/><br/>
He raised a shot glass (which he didn't realize was empty) to toast you, before suddenly becoming unable to balance his head on his neck. Not a second later, he slammed his face down into the table, completely out cold. It was safe to say he wouldn't remember a word of this conversation...<br/><br/>
[["Continue"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 205]]
<<elseif $maidToTaskPenisManReaction is 'expression'>>
<span class="male4">Drunk man:</span> "Wordsch have gotta mean somethingsch! *hic* Who is thesesch people to tell me what to saysch!"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Language, expression, acceptability... these things all change. Guys like you would of been all too happy to someone like me a girl a few years ago. Where were your principles then?"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 195; $maidToTaskPenisManReaction = 'expression2']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Look at me, then look at what's in between my legs - you'll get it then. (I really can't seem to get this idea out of my mind)"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 195; $maidToTaskPenisManReaction = 'offerAPeek']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["OK, well, carry on believing whatever. I'm done with this."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 195; $maidToTaskPenisManReaction = 'imDoneHere']]</div>
<<elseif $maidToTaskPenisManReaction is 'expression2'>>
This all seemed to be getting too much for the guy, and the booze didn't help. His neck struggled to balance on his head, and you realized perhaps this conversation with a paralytic man wouldn't turn out to be a good use of your time. Not a second later, he slammed his face down into the table, completely out cold. It was safe to say he wouldn't remember a word of this conversation...<br/><br/>
[["Continue"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 205]]
<</if>>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 205>>
As if that hadn't been enough to deal with, there was an even bigger problem now. A tipsy man from table two was yelling some kind of displeasure, and he was making directly for the kitchen.<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Displeased admirier:</span> "Hey! Iggy! Iggggggy!!! Where are you? I'm starving out here!"<br/><br/>
There was no time to think. You no idea what you would do to stop him, but you rushed between him and the door to at least try. All of this would be for nothing if he saw what was really going on!<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Uh, hi, hello! The chef is actually especially busy tonight, but if you'd like, I can pass on a message for you, heh heh..."<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Displeased admirer:</span> "Aw, it's all good, darling! He knows me well enough, I'm just going to have a quick word."<br/><br/>
He nonchalantly walked past you. This was getting bad! Out of pure panic, you grabbed his forearm and pulled it into you. The guy was built pretty large, so any prospect of physically holding him back for long was out of the question. There had to be something you could do...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Stall for time by asking him about himself."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 206; $maidToTaskDistractOption = 'stallForDetails']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Control the situation. Lock your hand with his and tell him you'll lead the way."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 206; $maidToTaskDistractOption = 'lockHands']]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 206>>
<<if $maidToTaskDistractOption is 'stallForDetails'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "W-wait! Um... y'know, actually I rushed over here becaaause... I wanted to get to know you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Displeased admirer:</span> "You do!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Yeah! So, um... what's your name?"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zrory.jpg" alt="picture of Rory" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="rory">Displeased admirer:</span> "Me? I'm Rory. And you're $name, right? I know that because, well, you've kinda been making a name for yourself, ha."<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">Making a name for yourself or just sticking out like a sore thumb? These 'admiriers' seem seem to go out of their way not to be forward. Your true reputation must be much worse...</span><br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Look, I'm pretty hungry still - I mean, I've had appetizers bigger than tonight's dinner! Give me a sec, and I'll be right back to ya..."<br/><br/>
It wasn't working! He pushed open the kitchen door and yelled again inside the entrance-way. With a real sense of desperation you hurried after him. If he continued much further, the game was up! An idea struck you as one of the last bottles of spirits caught your eye.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
You slid your hand down his bristly forearm to interweave your fingers between his. He was rendered speechless as he looked down to the pair of hands, before looking back to your face with a stupefied, questioning look.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "He he, uh, I wouldn't be a very good maid, uh, I mean waitress, if I let anyone roam around the kitchens now would I? Not that <em>you're</em> unwelcome. Come on, I'll lead the way..."<br/><br/>
Honestly, you were as startled as him right now, but you had no choice but to keep up the act! At least this gave you some kind of control over the situation... right? Even the dumbest ideas you could come up with had to be used now. You walked as slowly as you could get away with; diverting his attention from the slow pace with idle questions.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "So, uh... what's your name?"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zrory.jpg" alt="picture of Rory" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="rory">Displeased admirer:</span> "Me? I'm Rory. And you're $name, right? I know that because, well, you've kinda been making a name for yourself, ha."<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">Making a name for yourself or just sticking out like a sore thumb? These 'admiriers' seem seem to go out of their way not to be forward. Your true reputation must be much worse...</span><br/><br/>
Your efforts had bought you a petty amount of time as you lead him into the entrance-way of the kitchen. If he went much further beyond here, the game was up! In a fluster you looked to anything that could help you distract. Inspiration struck when one of the last bottles of spirits caught your eye.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "H-hey, uh OK, actually I wasn't supposed to say this but, the reason you're not allowed back here is... the chef is preparing a surprise!"<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "He is? Is it something to eat?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Y-yes!"<br/><br/>
That didn't come out of your mouth as convincingly as you hoped, but luckily enough it worked!<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Aww, so I spoiled it, huh? Guess I know now though, may as well get my share now..."<br/><br/>
You pulled his arm as he went to move forward again.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "No, no, no! Trust me, it'll be sooo much better if you wait!"<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "*Pfft* Feels like that's all anyone in here tells me these days..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Well from me, it's a promise! And I've got an idea that will help pass the time pretty quickly, he he."<br/><br/>
You reached for the last bottle of spirits and shook it playfully.<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Hell yeah! Oof, I've already had quite a few though..."<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Not with me! What better way to get to know each other than over a drink together?"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 207; $maidToTaskDistractDrink = 'chat']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Aw, but I fancy a bit of fun, don't you? How about you drink one... off of me."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 220; $maidToTaskDistractDrink = 'drinkShotsOffOfBody']]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 207>>
He suddenly softened up a little.<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Alright, yeah. Yeah actually, that sounds good! But, uh, we can't do it out there. The guys... well, it's complicated."<br/><br/>
Shit - so you were stuck in here. It wasn't ideal, but as long as you could keep him right here, that should be good enough. You patted a countertop next to you as an invite for him to sit, and poured a shot for you each.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Cheers!"<br/><br/>
He smiled as you both clinked the glasses. <<if $playerDrinksAlcohol is 0>>You weren't a drinker yourself, but this wouldn't work if it only seemed like he was the one drinking. As he closed his eyes and drank, you slyly poured yours away in a nearby pot.<<else>>In most cases, drinking on the job would be a bad idea, but this wouldn't work if it seemed like he was the only one drinking. You scrunched your eyes as the harsh taste of pure alcohol burned on your tongue...<</if>><br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Hoo! Man, those are rough."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Hoo... sure are!"<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Wow, y'know, this feels kind of unreal! Can't believe I actually get a chance to speak to you. Spotted you about the place a fair bit; wanted to say hi but Keaton, well, he's pretty strict about us leaving you be..."<br/><br/>
What he said suddenly seemed to explain so much about your time in Grenton, but it raised a few questions too. If the staggering amount of influence Keaton had over Grenton wasn't puzzling enough, just what was his deal with how he used it?<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh, I didn't realize that. Had your eyes on me, huh? To be fair, who doesn't when I'm wearing stuff like this!"<br/><br/>
You tugged the ruffles of your maid outfit to make your point.<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Ha! Yeah, what's the deal with the french maid thing?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I think I need another drink before answering that."<br/><br/>
<<if $playerDrinksAlcohol is 0>>You shared another round, successfully feigning to drink once again. The more wrecked you could get Rory, the quicker you could ensure the cover isn't blown.<<else>>You shared another round. Usually you would never drink this fast, but the more wrecked you could get Rory, the quicker you could ensure the cover isn't blown.<</if>><br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Mmpf! Well, I guess I just love a cute outfit."<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "It looks it... especially with you in it."<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Ha, you're drunk. Come on, let's have another..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 208; $maidToTaskDistractNiceChat = 'anotherDrink']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Y-you think?"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 208; $maidToTaskDistractNiceChat = 'flirt']]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 208>>
<<if $maidToTaskDistractNiceChat is 'anotherDrink'>>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Maybe I am, heh, but that don't make it untrue!"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Fuck yeah! Surely you knew that already, didn't ya?"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
He raised his glass as cheers before knocking it back. Steahily you managed to serve him another immediately after; maybe this would actually work! This may have only been a distraction, but he seemed to really appreciate the moment with you. As many drunks do, his tone shifted to become serious and sincere.<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "You... you're kinda impressive, you know that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "What? Me?"<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Of - fucking - course! Just look at ya. Wearing whatever you want just cos it's cute. Going against what people are gonna say, how they're going to judge... Don't get me wrong, I ain't like you, but I let plently of hang-ups get to me. I don't know how you do it!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Ha... thanks. Trust me though, being me isn't as easy as you seem to think."<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "No, I'm sure it ain't. Guess we've all got to figure ourselves out, why else would we be here?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "So what would that be for you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Dunno. Not letting others define who I am, maybe? Who I've got to be."<br/><br/>
He looked at you with baleful eyes. Not much of the rest of his face was visible beyond the chocolate brown bushes of his beard, but he was clearly the kind of drunk to gets melancholic after a few.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Hand him another drink."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 209; $maidToTaskDistractNiceChat2 = 'offerDrink'; $metRory = 1; $roryRemembersYou = 0]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Touch his hand, reassuringly."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 209; $maidToTaskDistractNiceChat2 = 'gentle'; $metRory = 1; $roryRemembersYou = 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Lighten the mood. Put a shot in between your legs."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 209; $maidToTaskDistractNiceChat2 = 'naughty'; $metRory = 1; $roryRemembersYou = 0]]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 209>>
<<if $maidToTaskDistractNiceChat2 is 'offerDrink'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "We can leave the figuring until tomorrow! Here, another one!"<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Hah, you're right! FUCK IT!"<br/><br/>
Shockingly, he ignored the shot in your hand and downed straight from the bottle instead. For a moment, he looked proud to have finished the whole thing, especially as you applauded the effort, but shortly after he realized he was going to be extremely unwell!<br/><br/>
Clutching his stomach, he gestured some kind of 'I've got to go' message, before stumbling out to the dining room and away through to the corridor. There went yet another man who wouldn't be remembering much of tonight...<br/><br/>
[["Continue"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 350]]
<<elseif $maidToTaskDistractNiceChat2 is 'gentle'>>
<<if $playerDrinksAlcohol is 0>>Something told you he could use a little human contact. He smiled as you did.<br/><br/><<else>>Maybe it was just the alcohol effecting you, but it just felt right to touch his hand. He smiled as you did.<br/><br/><</if>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "We're all going though our own issues. I'd be shocked if you had more than me though, ha!"<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Heh, who can say for sure. Yours are more obvious, I'll give you that!"<br/><br/>
You held your hand on his for a surprisingly long time. So much ran through your mind; all the decisions that had gotten you to this point. This life of yours... it was really something. When you finally took your hand away, he seemed to have sobered up a bit.<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "There, uh... there isn't actually a surprise, is there?"<br/><br/>
Clearly the jig was up, but having a sense of who Rory was now, you felt you could come clean.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "*Sigh* No... no there's not. There really wasn't much food available at all actually, that's why I'm actually here. If you got to Iggy, I would of failed him..."<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "So this... it was just a distraction?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Yeah... but you know, I'm glad it gave me a chance to know you."<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Ha ha, same! Well then, if there really is no chance of another bite, I guess I may as well go then. See ya around?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Hope so. And, uh, thanks... for the nice things you said."<br/><br/>
He gave a small scoff. Though he didn't seem that drunk aynmore, he stumbled getting back on his feet. After clumsily putting his hand up to wave goodbye, he stumbled away without saying more.<br/><br/>
[["Continue"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 350]]
<<elseif $maidToTaskDistractNiceChat2 is 'naughty'>>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "W-woah!!!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Something wrong? Your next shot is waiting for you..."<br/><br/>
You lifted the front of your skirt to show a drink perched between your parted legs, dangerously close to the delicate center between. He moved to take it, before abruptly hesitating.<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "No, I can't do this. There would be trouble!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "With who, Keaton? He doesn't need to know - as long as you don't touch, he he."<br/><br/>
Incapable of holding back from teasing, you wiggled your butt forward to shuffle towards the glass. The hint of a chill radiated off the glass's cool surface. Rory's face went from cautious to devilish, as he reached his hand out like he was trying to pull a Jenga brick.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh, and the golden rule! If you <em>do</em> touch me, you're gonna have to finish the <em>whole</em> bottle!"<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Ay! You can't just make up stuff like that!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "That's the ruuules!"<br/><br/>
He couldn't seem to deter himself. His fingers were so close now...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Suddenly squeeze your thighs together."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 210; $maidToTaskDistractDrinkReach = 'cheated';]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Let him take it with ease."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 210; $maidToTaskDistractDrinkReach = 'didNotCheat';]]</div>
<</if>>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 210>>
<<if $maidToTaskDistractDrinkReach is 'cheated'>>
He startled as your thighs twitched to clamp around him, though his reflexes were shockingly quick! His hands escaped just in time, while your legs immediately spilling the drink all over you panties!<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "CHEAT! You deserved that, aha ha!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "No... no way! How did you do that!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "I'm an animal handler, ha! Gotta be ready for whatever the wildlife throws your way... especially the misbehaving kind."<br/><br/>
Damn, he had really got you - you were absolutely soaked down there!<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Ergh, I'm so wet... and not in the 'fun' way."<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Ha, well at least one of us is enjoying themselves."<br/><br/>
Carelessly lost in the moment, he had begun drinking straight from the bottle, as you sat embarrassingly holding a kitchen towel to your soaked panties.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Just so you know, this is not what I had in mind."<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Neither did I, *hic*... But I'm glad... This has been... *hic*... fun!"<br/><br/>
He looked more than pleased with himself to have gotten the best of you, but that pleasure wouldn't last long. Suddenly he realized he was about to puke!<br/><br/>
Clutching his stomach, he gestured some kind of 'I've got to go' message, before stumbling out to the dining room and away through to the corridor. There went yet another man who wouldn't be remembering much of tonight...<br/><br/>
[["Continue"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 350]]
<<else>>
Tempted as you were to clamp your thighs, you held yourself back. He looked determined not to touch, but it was hard to steady himself while drunk. His fingers moved too far forward, and he recoiled his hand in horror after accidentally prodding the contents of your panties!<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Argh! N-no, I didn't mean to do that!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh, Rory, how could you? Now I've got no choice but to tell Keaton..."<br/><br/>
He looked to you, desperatly.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Although... I can look past it.... if you're going to obey the golden rule."<br/><br/>
<<if $playerDrinksAlcohol is 0>>You reached for the shot in-between your legs and brought it up to his lips to drink.<<else>>You reached for the shot in-between your legs and drank it, in an intimidatingly triumphant gesture.<</if>> He gulped.<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "But y-you made that up!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Ah, ah, ah! I gave you all the notice you needed. I'm giving you a way out here... rules need to be taken seriously!"<br/><br/>
He really couldn't tell if you'd actually follow through or not, and apparently he wasn't going to leave things to chance. He soon began downing the bottle, only to realize it wasn't much of a punishment at all. It looked like he was enjoying himself as he finished the whole thing.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Wow! OK, that was pretty impressive."<br/><br/>
He looked more than pleased with himself having gotten the best of you, but that pleasure wouldn't last long. Suddenly he realized he was about to puke!<br/><br/>
Clutching his stomach, he gestured some kind of 'I've got to go' message, before stumbling out to the dining room and away through to the corridor. There went yet another man who wouldn't be remembering much of tonight...<br/><br/>
[["Continue"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 350]]
<</if>>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 220>>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "EY!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "What's the matter?"<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "N-nothing, it's just..."<br/><br/>
He didn't even need to explain. It seemed obvious enough by now that his reluctance was something to do with how Keaton was running the crew.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "It'll only be for a laugh! Besides, it's not like any other guys can see from here..."<br/><br/>
You poured a few shots, biting the the bottom of your lip as he watched in astoundment. He looked almost unable to believe this was happening, and to an extent, you couldn't either!<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Stay standing, and place the shot at your chest."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 221; $maidToTaskDistractBodyShots = 'chestFirst'; $metRory = 1; $roryRemembersYou = 0]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Lie face down on the countertop, and place the shot on the smalls of your back."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 240; $maidToTaskDistractBodyShots = 'backFirst'; $metRory = 1; $roryRemembersYou = 0]]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 221>>
<<if $playerTops.has('Modest Maid Outfit')>>
You tried plcaing the shot at your bosom, but the embroidery on your outfit made it impossible to keep level without you still holding it.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh. This doesn't really work, does it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Works fine enough for me! Keep it there."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
The 'flirty' design Dion used for your dress worked perfectly for this. A cut-out around your bosom made for the perfect place to hold the shot steady. You plucked the material out to wedge the shot right on your chest.<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Oh yeah, I've always wanted to do this!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
He bent down towards you. Realizing he needed some support as he did so, he lightly placed his hands at each side of your waist. There was a smile on his face as he hooked his mouth onto the shot and successfully drank it.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Hey now! I don't recall saying you could touch..."<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Huh!? Shit - sorry, I didn't mean to!"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Relax, I'm just teasing! I actually like it..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 222]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Well you better be extra careful for this next one..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 222]]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 222>>
<span class="innerSissyText">Look at how much he enjoys you, drinking off your slutty chest like that! Don't back down now. Heat things up for him...</span><br/><br/>
You hopped up to sit on the countertop, parting your legs to make a surface for the next shot.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Think you can do it no hands this time?"<br/><br/>
With a cheeky grin, he placed his hands behind his back and posied ready to take up the challenge. <<if $playerTops.has('Modest Maid Outfit')>>His face inched slowly towards your crotch, where you remained modestly covered by your maid skirt.<br/><br/><<else>>His face inched slowly towards your crotch, where your tiny skirt teased a glimpse of what lay underneath.<br/><br/><</if>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Enjoying yourself down there?"<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Mmhm..."<br/><br/>
His focus was completely on reaching the drink now...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Try catching him off guard by lifting the front or your skirt."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 223]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Poke your hands at the front of your skirt. Leave no chance of him seeing your most delicate area."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 2200]]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 2200>>
Your body language was seemingly obvious to him, and his eyes gave you a look that wordlessly assured you that he knew that 'particular' location was off limits. Managing to grasp the glass in his mouth without any direct touch, he flicked his head back and drank up.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Hah, you're quite a natural at this, aren't you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Heh heh, seems that way! *hic*"<br/><br/>
He clambered up the counter to posture himself back around you, making an effort not to accidentally tread on you. His forearms came to be pinned around your body, as his weighty figure poised barely an inch from directly pressing against you. His breath had become bated as he realized just how close you both were.<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "So, uh... where next?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Hmm, I've got a few ideas... sure you can keep up?"<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Heh, y-yeah. Just a bit surprised to be in a situation like this, is all!"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Push him back gently, and place the next shot by your pantie-clad ass."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 224]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Lean your head back, and hold the shot glass in your mouth."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 241]]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 223>>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Woah!!!"<br/><br/>
He suddenly jumped back, startling you as well. In the chaos the shot was knocked straight onto your panties!<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Shit! S-sorry..."<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Ah fuck! Nah, that was my bad!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I was just trying to make it more challenging! You, uh... you don't like seeing that... from someone like me?"<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "What!? No, it ain't like that at all! I just wasn't expecting that..."<br/><br/>
You felt the alcohol soak around your panties; not really the kind of wet you were fond of getting. It was such a distracting feeling; one that was hard to keep your mind off of as you tried to get things back on track...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Make the next one up close to your panties... right by your ass cheeks."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 224]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["It's a shame to waste a drink... let him drink from where you spilled."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 230]]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 224>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "OK, just one surprise this time..."<br/><br/>
You wiggled around on your ass before lifting the back of your skirt to place a new shot. It was right where the curves your ass meet the countertop.<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Fuck! You're such a dirty girl!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Me? I'm just a sweet little waitress here to serve drinks! Am I doing a bad job?"<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Not at all!"<br/><br/>
He licked his lips as he came closer again. You didn't dare move, even as the brush of his beard's moustache bristled at the outside of your underwear; it's tickle sending a tingle down your spine. Rory was almost plastered now, and he had apparently forgot why he was even here in the first place.<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Oh yeah... what a... *hic*... what fuckin' night!"<br/><br/>
Even that tiny, indirect touch from him was effecting you. The job of distracting him was practically done, but you felt no urge to reel yourself back. If anything quite the opposite!<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Let him touch you... feel you. It's what you want...</span><br/><br/>
Instinct guided you, and purely in the moment, you picked at the waistband of your panties to open a gap and place a shot carefully inside. The silent glance you gave Rory though the lows of your eyelids was all the invitation he needed. His hands came on you again, his grasp strong this time, as he pulled you to slide your girly ass right next to his mouth. His lips touched your underwear, as he tried to 'inhale' the drink through the fabric.<br/><br/>
Like so many of the erotic pleasures in life, it was one hell of a thrill - and entirely unpractical. The shot must of gone down the wrong way, as he burst into coughs and splutters. It was the happiest anyone could look while stuck in such a fit!<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Should of known my ass was too potent to mix with alcohol, he he."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 225; $maidToTaskAssScene = 'joke']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Sorry! Guess we let things get a bit carried away..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 225; $maidToTaskAssScene = 'apology']]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 225>>
<<if $maidToTaskAssScene is 'joke'>>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "*Cough* Hah! You'd think... *Cough* *Cough*... I would of learned to be more careful ... *Cough*... when it comes to mixing drinks!"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "*Cough* Hah! *Cough* *Cough* Honestly, it's good... *Cough*... think I needed to... slow down! *Cough*"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
As merry as he sounded, he looked rough. He had barely recovered from it all when he suddenly realized he was about to puke!
Clutching his stomach, he gestured in a way that suggested 'I've got to go', before stumbling out to the dining room and through to the corridor. Yet another man who wouldn't remember much of this night...<br/><br/>
[["Continue"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 350]]
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 230>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I think you should get back down there..."<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Huh? But there's no shot..."<br/><br/>
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'totalSubmissiveSissyBitch'>>
You didn't say a thing, and instead used your index finger to invite him back down between your legs. He recoiled at even the suggestion.<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "The fuck? What are <em>you</em> doing?"<br/><br/>
The reaction took you back a bit, but was it truly any surprise?<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">Why are you making yourself a bitch if you care so much about your own pleasure? Nobody is going to do anything <em>for</em> you. You made the wrong choice and now you're paying for it!</span><br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Fuck, sorry! I got carried away..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 231]]</div>
<<else>>
You didn't say a thing, and instead used your index finger to invite him back down between your legs. He looked bewildered, but he didn't move away. You lifted your front to fully expose yourself to him.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Your drink is waiting..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 232]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Go ahead. Suck."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 232]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Fuck... sorry, I'm getting carried away..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 231]]</div>
<</if>>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 231>>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "I... I'm so confused!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Yeah, me too... I don't know what I was thinking to be honest!"<br/><br/>
Argh, this wasn't going right. You needed to improvise again!<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Place the next shot by your pantie-clad ass."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 224]]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 232>>
He looked frozen as he stared straight at the bulge in your panties, an apparently intimidating sight for him.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Something wrong? You still look pretty thirsty, to me."<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "I-I can't do that..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh? But you know you want to. I can see it, you haven't even moved..."<br/><br/>
Finally he could bring himself to make eye contact with you again, but he truly did look terrified, barely having it in him to nod to let you know you were right.<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "I-I do, but... the others... they can't know. They musn't know!"<br/><br/>
Once again he was concerned about the crew, but this time was different. He had gone this far with you, but he was a different kind of nervous now. This wasn't simply Keaton's orders holding him back.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I won't tell. It'll be our secret..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 233; $rorySuckedPanties = 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Pfft, whatever. Here. Stick to drinking the traditional way, if that's how you're going to be! (Feed him the bottle instead)"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 2300]]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 2300>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Well damn, if your gonna be a baby about it, here, have your bottle."<br/><br/>
As you brought it up to his lips, you realized just how drunk he actually was now. He struggled to lock his mouth on the end, and his head began to become unbalanced on his neck. It was safe to say, he had all he could handle.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "*Pfft*"<br/><br/>
He made to stand up, looking woozy as his got to his feet. It wasn't long before he realized he was about to puke!<br/><br/>
Clutching his stomach, he gestured some kind of 'I've got to go' message, before stumbling out to the dining room and away through to the corridor. There went yet another man who wouldn't be remembering much of tonight...<br/><br/>
[["Continue"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 350]]
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 233>>
He took a moment to weigh things up in his mind. Teasingly, you pinched at your dampened bulge and jiggled it a little. It was then that he apparently threw his cares aside.<br/><br/>
<<if $playerIsInChastity is 1>>Your cage didn't seem to deter him at all, and it actually surprised you just much you could feel, even while trapped within it. <</if>>The thistles of his beard scuffed against you first, before you felt the unexpected plumpness of his lips kiss against your panties. Even you couldn't believe this situation was happening! His mouth throbbed against you as it sucked the alcohol from the underwear.<br/><br/>
Unconsciously, your legs wrapped tighter around his head. With his face buried deep in your lap there was no way to tell if he was really enjoying this, at least not until he suddenly gripped his hands around your ass!<br/><br/>
What was happening? Was this even about being distraction any more, or was this now just pure pleasure seeking? Without thought, you took hold of the bottle and gently poured it down onto your underwear.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "He he, drink up."<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "*Mphf!!!*"<br/><br/>
His tongue tickled as it lapped at you, pushing and rubbing the material of your panties against your skin. The sensation, it was so 'bizarre'.... did you even really want this?<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["It's doing nothing for me. Gotta keep up the act for now, though!"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 234; $rorySuckingPantiesReaction = 'dontEnjoy']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["It's strange... but nice."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 234; $rorySuckingPantiesReaction = 'likedIt']]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 234>>
<<if $rorySuckingPantiesReaction is 'dontEnjoy'>>
Considering what you typically enjoy, in retrospect it was obvious this kind of activity wasn't your thing - at least you knew for sure now! You continued to pour the spirits gradually, making sure Rory could properly drink it up.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
It wasn't exactly a position you thought about being it, but it felt kind of good! Rory seemed to pick up on that reaction too, as the increasingly tense pressure of your thighs around his head gave it away. It didn't appear like he wanted to stop either, but the alcohol was finally becoming too much.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
Seemingly unable to handle another drop, he pulled himself away from you. For a moment, there was a sure sign of pleasure on his face, but quickly he realized he was about to puke!<br/><br/>
Clutching his stomach, he gestured some kind of 'I've got to go' message, before stumbling out to the dining room and away through to the corridor. There went yet another man who wouldn't be remembering much of tonight...<br/><br/>
[["Continue"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 350]]
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 240>>
<<if $playerTops.has('Modest Maid Outfit')>>
Once positioned, you tried to put the shot in place, but the embroidery on your outfit made it impossible to keep stable without keeping hold of it.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh, he he... guess that doesn't work, huh?"<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Nah - works more than enough for me!"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Thankfully the 'flirty' details Dion had added to your dress really worked out. There was a small cut-out that exposed your bare skin on the back, which let you perch the shot just right.<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Oh yeah, let's do this!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
He clambered up the counter to posture himself above you. The way he did it seemed pretty clumsy, but he went to great effort not to accidentally tread or squash you. You looked ahead as he bent down to the drink, only able to tell he had drank it off you by the sound of a loud slurp. You twisted round to him to see the empty glass in his mouth.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Wow, good job!"<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Uh huh. So, uh... where next?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I've got a few ideas. You sure you can keep up?"<br/><br/>
His forearms were pinned around you, as his weighty figure poised barely an inch from directly pressing against you. His breath became a little bated as he noticed just how close you both were.<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Heh, y-yeah. Just didn't expect to be in a situation like this, is all!"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Push him back gently, and place the next shot by your pantie-clad ass."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 224]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Lean your head back, and hold the shot glass in your mouth."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 241]]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 241>>
Unmoving from the intimate position you found yourself in, you reached for a shot and lowered it into your mouth; your tongue supporting it so that the rim came almost level with your lips. He looked dumbstruck at what you were inviting him to do.<br/><br/>
You felt the brush of his beard as he braced himself right up at to your face. A paw like hand of his gripped the top of one of your thighs; at first simply for support, though from a subtle squeeze that soon followed, it seemed he realized a pleasure in tocuhing them. You didn't stop it.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Let him touch you... feel you. It's what you want...</span><br/><br/>
For a second, he wondered how to actually do this, but then suddenly locked his lips around the glass. With a tiny bit of suction, he managed to pull the shot away and down it. It was such a smooth maneuver that his lips only barely grazed yours as he did it.<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Ha... *hic*... fuck yeah!... *hic* I'm way too good at this!"<br/><br/>
He looked pretty damn proud of himself, and perhaps he was right to be. You would of think that would of been much more difficult to do.<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Hey, what's up? Not even gonna congratulate me?!"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Nothing! Just, I was kinda expecting more of a... kiss."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 242]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I've got much more to offer than that. New game: each time you take a shot, I give you a little something to peek at..."|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 243]]</div>
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 242>>
The invitation was obvious, especially as you chin leaned closer after saying it.<br/><br/>
Apparently you surprised him again, as with every new proposition from you, it took him a good moment to convince himself. The pattern was obvious though, each step further was just too tempting to turn down. He seemed to need a little Dutch courage though, as he reached for the bottle to take a swig.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Really, am I honestly too much to handle?"<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Ha ha, *hic* Maybe you are..."<br/><br/>
Each of your eyes closed as you came closer. Somehow you wanted this, yet you found it hard to get out of your own head. What was really going on here? Was this still a distraction, and if so... was it the <em>right</em> kind?<br/><br/>
His lips came onto yours assertively, and with them the scratchy feel of his beard. It felt rough at first, especially with how his mouth clasped hard on your bottom lip, but you didn't stop. It was only when you let your ruminations melt away that you gave yourself into it, and it just felt... nice.<br/><br/>
That hand that once gripped your thigh had now slid upwards, and the pads of his hands came to cup at your ass. The hug of your arms around his shoulders pulled him closer, and soon his whole weight was pushed down upon you.<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Mmm, you are just... so fucking hot..."<br/><br/>
A sound like his hand was rustling with his belt started to jangle. You weren't ready for it.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">No! S-stop him! Stop him now!!!</span><br/><br/>
It was hard to say what happened, it was so reactionary. You just... pushed him away suddenly. He stared back at you, entirely confused - as did you.<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "What's... *hic*... what's the matter?"<br/><br/>
Looking down you could see he hadn't undone himself at all, it must of just been some sound from the kitchen! As you caught your breath, you realized it was just misconception that caused the panic. Still, it kind of killed the moment...<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "S-sorry, not sure what got into me there!"<br/><br/>
Rory just laughed. Like many happy drunks he had let himself get carried away, and in the pause between you both, he had enjoyed what would be his last gulp from the bottle. Suddenly he realized he was about to puke!<br/><br/>
Clutching his stomach, he gestured some kind of 'I've got to go' message, before stumbling out to the dining room and away through to the corridor. There went yet another man who wouldn't be remembering much of tonight...<br/><br/>
[["Continue"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 350]]
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 243>>
His eyebrows raised cheekily to let you know he was more than happy to play, as he took delight in enjoying another shot.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Show yourself off to him. Any excuse is a good one...</span><br/><br/>
Reaching to the back of your maid dress, you began to unfasten the zip at the top. It's fabric slid teasingly over your chest at first, even the slightest movement of it had Rory's full attention.<br/><br/>
There was something that felt so good at being admired like this, especially the look you got as the material fell to a pile around your waist. He stared up and down you, his eyes unable to peel away from your tight little bra.<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "You're so... *hic*... fucking hot."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Glad you like me..."<br/><br/>
His hand reached over his jeans, it seemed he was getting a bit hot and bother himself. You weren't about to let this end here...<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Next shot. Come on!"<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "OK, OK!... *hic*"... just give me a moment."<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">This is still just a distraction, right? You don't actually enjoy doing this!?</span><br/><br/>
Apparently he was struggling to carry on, as he only poured a half shot for his next drink. He topped it up more after you called him out about it.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Don't worry, I'll make it worth it..."<br/><br/>
You pushed him gently back until he was laid on his back, looking up at you. He couldn't believe his luck as you began to perch over him, your dress slipping off the rest of you as you did. Silently, you sat gently on top of him, with only your underwear between him and your ass.<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Oh my God... this is... *hic*"... this is amazing!"<br/><br/>
/*todo particular voice */
<span class="innerShameText">He only likes you because he's drunk. Drunk and desperate. You can't keep fooling yourself!</span><br/><br/>
The ruminations inside you were growing, and as they did, their words felt more real... more deeply cutting. Despite how this had gone, that recognizable feeling of unworthiness was starting to take a hold of you. Just a second ago, it felt like you let this moment take you away completely. Now you were gripped by your own insecurity.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Uh, here, have another drink!"<br/><br/>
<span class="rory">Rory:</span> "Awww, wha- *hic* what!?... Can't we just-"<br/><br/>
You shoved a new shot into his hand before he could finish, and unthinkingly he took it and poured it down his throat. Instantly he looked woozy; suddenly bolting up as he realized he was about to puke!
Clutching his stomach, he gestured some kind of 'I've got to go' message, before stumbling out to the dining room and away through to the corridor. There went yet another man who wouldn't be remembering much of tonight...<br/><br/>
An all too familiar sense of both relief and disappointment washed over you, as you adjusted your dress back on.<br/><br/>
[["Continue"|taskMaidToOrder][$taskMaidToOrderState = 350]]
<<elseif $taskMaidToOrderState is 350>>
<<set $maidToOrderMoneyReward to 0>>
<<set $maidToOrderReputationBoost to 0>>
It seemed a crisis was averted, at least sort of. You took a moment to put yourself back into 'waitress' mode, and headed for the dining hall... turned it, it was now entirely empty!<br/><br/>
You couldn't believe it, everyone must of left during your time with Rory! Heading back to the kitchen storage area, you found Iggy alone. He was sat back in a chair, right next to a table piled with a ridiculous amount of dirty plates and dishes. The widest grin was painted on his face.<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "A ha, Caro! Can you believe it? It is finally over! I am so happy I can sing! And you - you were fantasico! Marveliso!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Uh, was I?"<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Certainly! And look!"<br/><br/>
He pulled a carton of cigarettes from his front pocket and shook them excitedly.<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "I snuck the pigs out while you enjoyed time with your boyfriend! Already they have squealed with delight into Keaton's ears, and better still, the proof of how much food they truly needed absolutely <em>astounded</em> him! He is making it his priority to supply me with both more food, and more people! Finally, Iggy's Bistro will provide for everyone!"<br/><br/>
A cigarette was pinched in-between his pearly white grin, and after a hearty drag, he looked like he was on top of the world.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Wha!? T-tthat wasn't my boyfriend! But wow, that sounds great! I really helped that much?"<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Of course you did! Come see, already I have received a note with feedback; this 'crew' organization makes a keen habit of giving out sucj! Let's see. Excellent job Iggy, mmhm, mmhm, oh it seems not every crew member came tonight, how fortunate. Ah ha - here's you! $name's performance..."<br/><br/>
<span class="notepaper">
<<if $maidToOrderScore lte 0>>
Of the 45 men here tonight, not a single one enjoyed themselves!<br/><br/>
<<elseif $maidToOrderScore gte 45>>
Of the 45 men here tonight, everyone enjoyed themselves!<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Of the 45 men here tonight, $maidToOrderScore enjoyed themselves!<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $maidToOrderScoreKeatonPleased gte 2>>
<<if $maidToOrderScore gte 15>>
Keaton was especially impressed!<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Keaton was decently impressed!<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $maidToOrderScoreKeatonPleased is 1>>
Keaton was decently impressed.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Keaton was unimpressed.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
</span>
<<if $maidToOrderScore lte 0>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Oh my! Tesoro, what kind of catastrophe did you unleash! I suppose any kind of distraction works... perhaps the restaurant business is not for you!"<br/><br/>
<<set $maidToOrderReputationBoost += 50>>
<<elseif $maidToOrderScore gte 45>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "This is incredible!!! Your service was beyond any I could have imagined! Tesoro, please - you must consider a role in the restaurant business! I thought I saw something in you, but you must be truly something special!"<br/><br/>
<<set $maidToOrderReputationBoost += 300>>
<<elseif $maidToOrderScore gte 34>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "You were wonderful out there! To achieve this, and all without the backing of my world class cooking... tesoro, they loved you!"<br/><br/>
<<set $maidToOrderReputationBoost += 200>>
<<elseif $maidToOrderScore gte 15>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Not bad for a first timer! Though perhaps the restaurant business isn't your truest calling, a ha ha!"<br/><br/>
<<set $maidToOrderReputationBoost += 100>>
<<else>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Oh my! Tesoro, perhaps I should not have roped you into this. But still, you lived up to being a worthy distraction... if not the kind I had in mind!"<br/><br/>
<<set $maidToOrderReputationBoost += 50>>
<</if>>
He waved you closer as he scuffled in one of his pockets, then placing a wedge of cash in your hand.<br/><br/>
<<if $maidToOrderScoreKeatonPleased is 1>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "For you! Sadly, I cannot give you all I would have liked; the commissary will charge me an arm and a leg for more lamb on short notice! Perhaps you made a good choice, it can not hurt to keep Keaton sweet!"<br/><br/>
<<set $maidToOrderMoneyReward += 40>>
<<if $maidToOrderScoreKeatonPleased is 2>>
<<set $maidToOrderReputationBoost += 150>>
<</if>>
<<if $maidToOrderScoreKeatonPleased is 1>>
<<set $maidToOrderReputationBoost += 100>>
<</if>>
<<else>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "All for you! I hope it serves you as well as you served me!"<br/><br/>
<<set $maidToOrderMoneyReward += 100>>
<</if>>
<div class="taskBox">
<span class="newSideTaskTag">Complete!</span>
<div class="taskBoxHeader">Maid to Order</div>
<div class="taskBoxDesc">
<div class="taskBoxRewardText">This occassion with the crew is almost certain to have effected your reputation, plus Iggy seems to have an invitation for you...</div>
<div class="taskBoxRewardStat grentonReputationIncrease">Grenton Reputation +$maidToOrderReputationBoost</div><<set $grentonReputationGeneral += $maidToOrderReputationBoost>><<set $crewCred += $maidToOrderReputationBoost>>
<div class="taskBoxRewardStat moneyReward">Money: $ $maidToOrderMoneyReward</div>
</div>
</div>
<<set $taskThePinkPantierState to 999>>
<<set $playerPrideUrges += 1>>
<<showPrideUrgeBox>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "I will never forget what you have done for me today! Please, you must return again! As chef I will always be busy, but Monday's are quieter than the rest. Come to the Bisto then. I will whip up something extra special, only for you!"<br/><br/>
With a friendly gesture to say farewell, he blew a puff of smoke in the air, reveling in his new, contented state. Your work here was done.<br/><br/>
[[Leave.|SSYmessRoom][$taskMaidToOrderState = 999; $ap -= 2; $iggysBistroBonusUnlocked = 1; $ateAtIggysToday = 1; $money += $maidToOrderMoneyReward]]
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $dionMaidToOrderState is 1>>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Who's that? Oh... $name. And is that roll of cotton for me? How kind..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Very funny. Come on, you know what this is for."<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Yeah, yeah. I've actually never had the chance to put my spin on a restaurant uniform before... and I won't get the chance today, either. That chef is very particular about what he wants. Hand me the material already - it won't take long to stitch this one up."<br/><br/>
Dion set up his sewing station, making adjustments as he glanced at the piece of paper that must of been Iggy's design.<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Hmm, crude and unoriginal to say the least. I'd say there's room for a little interpretation here though, especially when it comes to skirt length. What do you reckon?"<br/><br/>
<<if $keatonCrewBondRole is 'femmeSissy'>>
<div class="choice">[["Just try to make it look at least a little respectable, please."|dionMaidToOrder][$dionMaidToOrderState = 2; $dionMaidToOrderDesignChoice = 'respectableOutfit']]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[["Professional enough, but flirty... y'know, in a teasing kind of way."|dionMaidToOrder][$dionMaidToOrderState = 2; $dionMaidToOrderDesignChoice = 'flirtyOutfit']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Could you make it... slutty? Like, really sex it up!"|dionMaidToOrder][$dionMaidToOrderState = 2; $dionMaidToOrderDesignChoice = 'sluttyOutfit']]</div>
<<elseif $dionMaidToOrderState is 2>>
<<if $dionMaidToOrderDesignChoice is 'respectableOutfit'>>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Hmm, it won't seem like much but an extra inch in length will help with that... could a little more coverage over the chest area... alright, leave this to me."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $dionMaidToOrderDesignChoice is 'flirtyOutfit'>>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Riiight. So short then."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $dionMaidToOrderDesignChoice is 'sluttyOutfit'>>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Fucking hell, $name - aren't people going to be eating? I said a <em>little</em> interpretation! *Sigh* I can taper it short enough for now. We can always modify it to <em>your</em> tastes some other time."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong: dionMaidToOrderDesignChoice $dionMaidToOrderDesignChoice - $versionNumber<br/>
Please report issue.
<</if>>
Dion sat down, ready to work.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/locations/textileRoom2.jpg" alt="Dion working in the Textile room" class="storyImage storyImage">
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "This isn't going to take long, but <em>you</em> to need you to wait outside. I can't sew for shit when I'm being watched."<br/><br/>
[[Wait outside.|dionMaidToOrder][ $dionMaidToOrderState = 3]]
<<elseif $dionMaidToOrderState is 3>>
You were typically too focused on doing when you were about Grenton, but waiting around the workshop area made you realize just how many glances you got - and you wouldn't exactly describe many as affectionate.<br/><br/>
It felt wrong just to stand here. You were about to start a work duty to distract yourself, when suddenly Dion's sewing machine went silent, and he called you back in.<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "All good to go - can't say what you'll think, but it'll meet Iggy's demands at least."<br/><br/>
The outfit was dressed on one of the mannequins. It was essentially... a French maid outfit!?<br/><br/>
<<if $dionMaidToOrderDesignChoice is 'respectableOutfit'>>
<img src="images/items/ModestMaidOutfitSet.jpg" alt="Picture of a french maid outfit" class="storyImage">
<<if $playerTops.has('Modest Maid Outfit')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerTops' 'Modest Maid Outfit'>><</if>>
<<if $playerBottoms.has('Modest Maid Outfit')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerBottoms' 'Modest Maid Outfit'>><</if>>
<<else>>
<img src="images/items/FrenchMaidOutfitSet.jpg" alt="Picture of a french maid outfit" class="storyImage">
<<if $playerTops.has('French Maid Outfit')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerTops' 'French Maid Outfit'>><</if>>
<<if $playerBottoms.has('French Maid Outfit')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerBottoms' 'French Maid Outfit'>><</if>>
<</if>>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "What's the matter - unimpressed?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["It's just... it doesn't make sense. Isn't that more of a cleaner's outfit?"|dionMaidToOrder][$dionMaidToOrderState = 4; $dionMaidToOrderDesignReaction = 'confusedByIt']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Well, I'm not sure how appropriate that is for a waitress... but I like it."|dionMaidToOrder][$dionMaidToOrderState = 4; $dionMaidToOrderDesignReaction = 'likesIt']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Not at all - I've always wanted to try wearing something like this!"|dionMaidToOrder][$dionMaidToOrderState = 4; $dionMaidToOrderDesignReaction = 'lovesIt']]</div>
<<elseif $dionMaidToOrderState is 4>>
<<if $dionMaidToOrderDesignReaction is 'lovesIt'>>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Haha, great. It doesn't exactly say restaurant uniform to me, but if you two are pleased, my work is done. Go ahead and take it."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "What can I say, it's what the man ordered. Can't really blame him either; Italian cuisine may be the best in the world, but the French still rule supreme for fashion. Go ahead and take it."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="taskBox">
<span class="newSideTaskTag">Redefined?</span>
<div class="taskBoxHeader"><s>Made</s> Maid To Order</div>
<div class="taskBoxDesc">Iggy needs you to be a distraction.<br/>Dressing as a French maid will make that... easier?</div>
</div>
It's appropriateness was certainly debatable, but the outfit's material sure felt good in between your fingers. Already you felt the temptation to try it on, though whether you truly had the confidence to wear it just anywhere remained to been seen.<br/><br/>
<<if $dionMaidToOrderDesignChoice is 'respectableOutfit'>>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Trust me, this was as 'respectable' as I could do. The extra length of the skirt may not look like much, but it's enough to make thigh-highs look like tights. Paired together your ensemble won't look <em>too</em> unprofessional. The material round the waist holds pretty firm though, it'll probably ride up as you work. Make sure to adjust it back down else, well, you'll be showing off a bit more than just skin."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "I added a practically undetectable wiring throughout the skirt. It's subtle, but it pushes the hem ever so slightly outwards - gives that 'appeal' you were going for. Pair the outfit with heels, and you'll be poised with a slight forward lean that, well, should show off a bit more of 'the behind'. I'm only telling you what, I assume, you'd be interested to know."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I see. Thanks for the advice."<br/><br/>
<span class="dion">Dion:</span> "Right, that's it then. Good luck with your... scheme, or whatever."<br/><br/>
[[Finish up and leave.|SSYmessRoom][$dionMaidToOrderState = 999; $taskMaidToOrderState = 4; $wearingMaidOutfit = 0; $ap -= 1]]
<<else>>
Something wrong: dionMaidToOrderState $dionMaidToOrderState - $versionNumber<br/>
Please report issue.
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<set $iggyRandom = random(1,3)>>
<img src="images/scenes/zIggysBistro1.jpg" alt="Picture of cutlery in the bistro setting" class="storyImage">
<<if $iggyRandom is 3>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Ah tesoro, she returns! Please, make yourself welcome - today I am whipping up something special, only for you."<br/><br/>
It wasn't long before he came back out serve your meal. It was $playerFavFood - presented with a beautiful garnish, and a decadent selection of side orders Iggy felt would best accompany it.<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Buon appetito!"<br/><br/>
Your absolute favorite! This was heaven.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $iggyRandom is 2>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "My favorite diner, bellisimo as ever! Come - today I am serving up the finest continental breakfast buffet. You will partake in it first!"<br/><br/>
An aroma of sweet and toasted foods wafted gently from a table with a beautiful arrangement of various foods.<br/><br/>
Warm pancakes, chocolate-chip croissants, blueberry muffins, scrambled eggs, fresh fruit salads, scones, clotted creams and jams - that wouldn't come close to listing even half of it!<br/><br/>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "Please, help yourself."<br/><br/>
You didn't hesitate for a moment.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $iggyRandom is 1>>
<span class="iggy">Iggy:</span> "There she is! Come, sit! How are you, sweet girl? I hope Grenton is treating you well, and even if it is not, well, you will be treated as royalty here today!"<br/><br/>
You sat back and relaxed, as mouth watering offerings were brought directly to your table. Iggy was serving up all kinds of barbecued dishes; American, Korean, Chinese. Giant skewers were brought over for you to pick from, with generous portions cut straight onto your plate in front of you.<br/><br/>
The food was as succulent and fresh as it could possibly get! To say you were well taken care of would be an understatement.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
Ah, now this was living! You felt high on life after enjoying such a great meal, ready to make the most of today.<br/><br/>
[[Finish and leave|SSYmessRoom][$ateAtIggysToday = 1; $ap += 1]]<br/><br/>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $prologue2State is 'b1'>>
With food tray in hand you went to sit with Dean's friends. You were a little anxious to introduce yourself to them, but it was good chance to try making some mates here. Hopefully they'd be nice enough people - guys who had just made a mistake in life, like you. Nobody violent or anything like that.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>“Fellas, this is $name. $name, this is Anderson!”<br/><br/>
He pointed to a man with a dull expression who simply nodded to you.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>“And this here is Khan.”<br/><br/>
The newly introduced man responded with a deep-voiced but friendly hello.<br/><br/>
After some initial nerves subsided, you found it surprisingly easy to talk with them. Anderson was a little quiet, but overall the conversation was pretty lively and banter filled. Occasionally you noticed inhabitants on other tables glancing over. You could tell they were pretending to check out what the noises were, but really they were getting a look at you. You didn't think much of it though; it's only natural to wonder what a new person you're living with is like, especially when they're a fellow criminal.<br/><br/>
When the food was finished, the four of you headed to the recreation room and carried on getting to know each other better. Dean wasn't the brightest, but was friendly. He was in for a year; blind bad luck caused him to get caught selling weed twice in the same week. This was his second time being sentenced somewhere, the first time was an actual prison.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zanderson.jpg" alt="picture of Anderson" class="storyImage">Anderson seemed like a typical lad, but one who mostly kept to himself. He loved cars, women and drum and bass music. He rarely joined in the conversation unless it concerned one of his three interests, Khan said with a laugh. Seemingly he was around your age, with a bulky but not overweight physique. His thick arms were entirely covered in tattoos, and you could even spy some inked artwork visible under his shortly cropped haircut. He didn't mind telling you he was sentenced for dangerous driving, in fact he sounded quite proud of it - he just loved driving fast.<br/><br/>
It was clear right away that Khan was a smart man, but he came across as though he could relate to any type of person. He seemed to be in his fifties, but with his tanned skin, stoic posture and wavy comb backed silver hair he appeared to be a man who took pride in his well-kempt image. He wore a suit but with no tie and the top button of his shirt undone, giving him the look of a CEO getting casual after work. He was vague about his criminal history, revealing little.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zkhan.jpg" alt="picture of Khan" class="storyImage"><span class="khan">Khan: </span>‘It was... a white collar crime.'<br/><br/>
He suddenly went what seemed to be uncharacteristically quiet, but swiftly became excited again to talk about all the subjects he was studying thanks to the spare time he found himself with now. Art, biology, chemistry, psychology and history; he found that Grenton's library was well-stocked and the perfect environment to focus and learn.<br/><br/>
You could tell the time had come to share more about yourself. The guys listened intently as you spoke, but it wasn't until $gf was mentioned that they really perked up, a detail that particulary got Anderson's attention.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>“Is she hot? Out of ten, how much?”<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>“Calm down Anderson, geez.”<br/><br/>
Giving numerical ratings wasn't really your style, but you did indulge him with a description of her appearance. Her long hair, slim body, beautiful legs, how she loves to get dolled up... you yourself couldn't help getting caught up in describing the sexy outfits she dressed up in. Tight bodycon dresses... mini skirts with thin, satin tops... there were also more risque items of clothing she wore from time to time, but that you kept to yourself.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>“She sounds amazing, a real girly girl - just what I like! No offense, but are you really worthy of a woman like that, $name? He he, I'm kidding obviously, heh!”<br/><br/>
Inevitably, they asked about how you got sent here...<br/><br/>
[[Explain|Prologue2][$prologue2State = "b2"]]
<<elseif $prologue2State is 'b2'>>
<<if $playerCrime is 'hacker'>>
<span class="p1">You: </span>“I mean, I'm pretty ashamed of myself to admit this. I... hacked into a porn site.”<br/><br/>
The admission had all three of them at full attention. They were hungry to hear more.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>“There was this cam girl my friend liked who was seriously hot. Online he knew a group of people who wanted her videos. She was selling them for $25 each but she had hundreds… nobody wanted to pay that much! He convinced me to get them the entire collection and sell it to them for $100 each... looking back, I don't know what I was thinking!”<br/><br/>
The men didn't appear to judge your actions, but you felt a painful regret while reminiscing your misdeeds. It was only during the court proceedings that you were confronted with how violating for the cam girl your actions were, and you still felt terribly guilty about it.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>“I just saw this chance to make money and got greedy, I guess... Something about taking online content didn't feel as wrong to me as stealing something 'real' at the time, but I realize now what I did was just as awful, if not worse! Anyway, while attempting to leave no traces of my hack on the website, I accidentally deleted it all and was caught.”<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>“Hmm… impressive. Your technical skill that is.”<br/><br/>
Anderson's eyes narrowed like he was dreaming.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Anderson: </span>“Wow, if I could do that, I would of hacked my ex. Mmm, to see her amazing tits one more time, what I wouldn't give!”<br/><br/>
<<elseif $playerCrime is 'launder'>>
<span class="p1">You: </span>“I laundered money for my friend, $mate. Before here, I ran a coffee shop. It was my own little business and for a while it was actually fairly successful. I didn't want to get involved with the laundering, but $mate was so insistent and you know, with a girl like $gf... I just wanted to make sure I could always provide for her. I don't know how we were found out, but... here I am.”<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Dean: </span>“You gotta stand your ground in those situations, just like in the queue with me earlier!”<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Khan: </span>“Sounds like it could of been a smart scheme. If only you had the right kind of guidance, things might have worked out better for you.”<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong. b2 error.
<</if>>
You were relieved. Finding some support in here was essential. Time had passed so quickly that the four of you had only just noticed you all had to be back in your rooms.<br/><br/>
[[Return to Mess Room|Mess Room][$michaelState = 1; $storyState = 1; $ap = 0]]
<<elseif $prologue2State is 'b3'>>
<span class="keaton">???: </span>“Hey… are you $name?”, said a rough voice.<br/><br/>
You nodded in a friendly manner, though you found it a little concerning that a stranger knew your name.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">???: </span>“Ha, don't look so shocked. I go around to introduce myself to all the newbies, takes a while to get to everyone. I'm Keaton.”<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zkeaton.jpg" alt="picture of Keaton" class="storyImage"><span class="p1">You: </span>“Nice to meet you Keaton.”<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Likewise, likewise.”<br/><br/>
Keaton was interested to know how things were going for you in Grenton, so you told him how your experience so far seemed to be going fine.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“I like to hear that! One thing you need to know though is, while this place may seem basically like a prison, it really isn't.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>“Yeah, I'm beginning to realize that. It's like... a Personal Growth Center? Whatever that is!”<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>Ha, you believe that? Nah, that's just a bunch of bullshit. It's all about making more money off each of us than they would if this was a prison. They're not trying to make us better, they're trying to squeeze every cent they can. They got us on this cheap nasty food and barely offer any activity worth doing - not that it matters though. See, through some careful planning and organisation, we actually got things pretty good here. There are perks here that are more luxurious than living on the outside. But to make it that way, we all got to work together, know what I mean?”<br/><br/>
It seemed like Keaton was fishing for a favor… you squirmed a little at the thought of what you might be asked to do.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Ha, don't look so uncomfortable… believe me this is far more awkward for me. How do I explain this, geez… when one of our group wants a <em>certain luxury</em>, we try to indulge them. If everyone is indulged, everyone gets along much better!”<br/><br/>
You communicated your understanding with a nod, but couldn't hide your worry at where this was going.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“While we got a lot of things coming in right now, one of our guys isn't getting something he needs. Let me just cut to the chase. This guy, he likes… ugh… this guy likes to sniff women's panties.”<br/><br/>
You tried to hold in a laugh but just couldn't help yourself.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“I know, I know! And look, we just want everyone to get along. So this would be where you come in. We ask the newbies to contribute to this organisation. If things go well, your indulgences can be taken care of too, understand? You see what I mean, right? To put it simply, we need you to get a pair of women's panties in here.”<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Prologue2][$prologue2State = "b4"]]
<<elseif $prologue2State is 'b4'>>
Suddenly Grenton wasn’t as boring as you thought it was going to be! Keaton described to you what was needed.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Sexy panties… they should smell like a woman, but be pretty clean, got it?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>“Wait, I have to ask... are all the newcomers being requested this?”<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Not this specific request, no. But other things are asked of them. For you, it's just... well, the conversation about your girl was overheard yesterday. Talk spreads fast here, as you can imagine. So once I heard, I suspected you could work with her to, y'know... procure the item.”<br/><br/>
It was a strange thing to be asked to do by a near stanger, but didn’t seem like too hard a request considering that $gf could help you. Fulfilling it would only help you fit in more, so why not?<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“And one other thing… I have to take your dessert. Sorry, just the way things are done around here.”<br/><br/>
He snatched away your unopened yoghurt pot. His shaved head and tall, muscular physique made him quite intimidating when he needed to be. In the middle of your meal, you didn't want to risk any trouble; whether you could do anything about it or not.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“You’ve been very agreeable so I don’t like to do this, but newbies at least have to pay tribute once before we can leave them alone. It’s just some gentle encouragement. We’ll take more if you take too long, so don’t wait around. I don’t expect any problems though."<br/><br/>
You didn't quite know what he meant by that, but nodded anyway.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Oh, I almost forgot to ask you... you know someone else in here right? Goes by the name of $mate? It would help if I knew what he was like. Is he a tough guy I need to watch out for, or more of a pussy? Regardless, he's gotta do our request.”<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[He’s no pushover.|Prologue2][$mateHistory ="tough"; $prologue2State = "b5"]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[He's a pussy, he'll be no trouble.|Prologue2][$mateHistory ="weak"; $prologue2State = "b5"]]</div>
<<elseif $prologue2State is 'b5'>>
Keaton thanked you for your help and left you to what little food was still on your plate.<br/><br/>
As you somewhat initially suspected, this place wasn't going to be some personal growth paradise. It's a center full of criminals, and one seemingly run with little to no guidance. You felt somewhat safe though, knowing at least the task to get panties should be doable thanks to your relationship with $gf.<br/><br/>
As you headed back to the Mess Room while dwelling on the request, the thought of it - especially the panties - stirred up an old memory you couldn't help but reminisce.<br/><br/>
<<if $contentGuidance is 1>>
<div class="contentGuidanceDisplay">
<img src="images/extras/warningIcon.png" alt="Warning Icon" class="warningIcon warningIconGuidance">
Pick "Trying on a bra and panties in secret."</div><br/><br/><</if>>
<div class="choice">A memory of $gf:<br/> [[Her dressing up in sexy lingerie set for your birthday.|Prologue2][$charmStat += 1; $playerHistory = "normal"; $playerVirgin = 'no'; $storyState = 2; $ap = 0; $prologue2State = "b5x"]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">A memory of yourself:<br/> [[Trying on a bra and panties in secret.|Prologue2][$pervStat += 1; $playerHistory ="cd"; $playerVirgin = 'unknown'; $storyState = 2; $ap = 0; $prologue2State = "b5y"]]</div>
<<elseif $prologue2State is 'b5x'>>
<img src="images/scenes/b5x.jpg" alt="hot girl in black lingerie" class="storyImage">$gf plucked at the garter straps attached to her stockings, making a loud snap on her smooth skin. You loved seeing the sight of her slim body wrapped in lingerie. The thin mesh of her black panties fit perfectly tight on her gorgeous ass, while her nipples were titillatingly barely visible through the matching bra's low cut lace trimming.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Happy Valentine's day..."<br/><br/>
She walked slowly toward you, one foot crossing the other to grab all your attention to her stocking covered legs with each step of her steps. She placed her hands to your cheeks, as both of yours felt at her hips, before lowering herself until you felt the fabric of her panties rest in your lap.<br/><br/>
Your lips locked with hers as your senses filled with the sweet, floral smell of a woman. Your mind raced pondering what part of this beautiful girl you would feel next...<br/><br/>
You couldn't wait to get out of here and make new memories with her.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Mess Room]]
<<elseif $prologue2State is 'b5y'>>
<img src="images/scenes/b5y.jpg" alt="the view of some black lingerie" class="storyImage">Your first credit card allowed you to go online shopping first time. Now you could finally do what you had dreamed of doing for so long: owning your own bra and panties. You had managed to order the parcel directly to you, keeping your long-held secret safe. When all the members of your household were sleeping, you could finally enjoy your new clothes.<br/><br/>
You carefully opened the package, finding the black Brazilian briefs and B cup bra inside. You had prepared your skin to be smooth and hairless beforehand, just for this moment. Even by yourself you felt shy to do this. After gently pulling the panties on, you were almost instantly hard. As turned on as you were, you hoped your erection would go down quickly, you didn't want to ruin them.<br/><br/>
Unlike most guys, the first bra you ever got to unclasp was your own! To finally get the clothes on felt amazing. You resisted touching yourself while your erection went flaccid again, before tucking yourself tighly into the sleek fabric. To admire your appearance in the mirror was a strangly satisfying experience.<br/><br/>
While the sight was an incredible turn on, and the feeling was so pleasurable, there was still something was missing. There was some kind of urge inside you to go further, the same sort of inexplainable desire that had caused you to dress up like this in the first place. Already you knew this wouldn't be your last clothing purchase.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Mess Room]]
<<elseif $prologue2State is 'b6'>>
It only took a few seconds before $gf picked up.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“$name, finally! How are you? God, what is it like there? I still don't understand what they meant by Personal Growth Center! Please tell me you’re doing alright!”<br/><br/>
She barely gave you a moment to get a word in; a familiar habit of hers when she was worried about you. You had always felt your relationship with $gf was been pretty good, but despite being together for three years, deep down you weren’t sure she’d be able to deal with you not being physically around anymore. So far, so good at least. You let her know things were alright before asking how she was doing.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Things are... fine. It’s pretty lonely when I get back to a home without you though. My parents are trying to make me to stay with them, but I honestly can’t see myself living there again.”<br/><br/>
Typical - her Dad was interfering as usual! If he could, he’d convince her to sell the apartment and ditch you. He’s always been such a dick.<br/><br/>
You asked her if she could visit soon. Not only did you really want to see her, but there was this whole pantie situation too.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“I'd love to! I could come tomorrow, is that good?”<br/><br/>
Of course it was - anytime was fine for you these days. You lowered your voice with the hope that nobody would overhear you, and considered what to say next…<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Tell her you want her panties, but say they’re for you to have a sexy keepsake of her.|Prologue2][$pervStat += 1; $visitorTomorrowState = 1; $storyState = 3; $prologue2State = "b7x"]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Tell her you need her panties, to tribute to someone in here.|Prologue2][$subStat += 1; $gfRespect -= 2; $visitorTomorrowState = 1; $storyState = 3; $prologue2State = "b7y"]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Tell her to wear a short skirt when she visits.|Prologue2][$charmStat += 1; $gfRespect += 1; $gfWearSkirt = 1; $visitorTomorrowState = 1; $storyState = 3; $prologue2State = "b7x"]]</div>
<<elseif $prologue2State is 'b7x'>>
After your request, you could hear surprise in $gf’s voice.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Wow $name, I should of realized you’d get so horny in there. Well, don’t get too excited before tomorrow but… I’ll do my best to not let you down.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>“Damn, this call is almost out of time! Can’t wait to see you tomorrow, love you!”<br/><br/>
It was so good to hear her voice, even when she was teasing you. You looked forward to seeing her face again.<br/><br/>
[[Return to Mess Room|Mess Room][$ap = 0]]
<<elseif $prologue2State is 'b7y'>>
After your request, you could hear surprise in $gf’s voice.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“What!? They can’t treat you like that! Speak to the head of the prison or whoever is in charge… that’s not right!”<br/><br/>
You explained it doesn't work like that, plus she seems confused... this place isn't a prison. You tried to clear things up for her but it was hard to explain, so you attempted to make her focus on the important details. It's not an ideal situation to be in but giving the men in here the panties would make life much easier. She didn't sound too happy to think of some random stranger getting her underwear, but out of concern for you she eventually agreed.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>“Damn, this call is almost out of time! Can’t wait to see you tomorrow, love you!”<br/><br/>
Despite the conversation, it was good to hear her voice. You looked forward to seeing her face again.<br/><br/>
[[Return to Mess Room|Mess Room][$ap = 0]]
<<elseif $prologue2State is 'b8'>>
An officer ushered you over to a desk. The room was filled with tables of men sat opposite their loved ones. It wasn't long until you recognized the familiar figure of $gf, her face lighting up the moment she saw you.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Oh, $name!”<br/><br/>
She reached out to hug you but got a telling off from the escorting officer. $gf was somewhat casually dressed, but even a lowkey style on her was hotter than most people. It was especially thrilling for a visit to place like this! A white cami top, denim mini skirt and pink heels. You couldn't help but glance at her chest, where the material of her white top stretched so thin that you could just about see through to the hot pink bra underneath. It was such a sexy outfit on her. Was $gf dressing like this because she missed you? They do say absence makes the heart grow stronger.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zgf2.jpg" alt="your girlfriend in a white top and denim skirt" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">After you both sat down, she placed her hand in yours and gently squeezed. It felt so good to be with her again; to be in the familiar presence of her sweet smelling perfume was somehow so comforting. You realized her life now was just as new to adjust to as yours. Since her school days, she was the type of girl that had never gone long without a boyfriend at her side. For a lot of the conversation you tried your best to support her, hoping you could be seen as someone she could depend on despite your situation. You just needed to get this period of your life over with; then you could be together properly again.<br/><br/>
<<if $gfWearSkirt is 1>>
<span class="p1">You: </span>“I’m really missing you...”<br/><br/>
You gripped her hand a little more as you said so.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>”Me too, babe. I can’t wait until you come back to me...”<br/><br/>
Her voice was almost purring. It was difficult not to find the exaggerated tone odd - it wasn't like her to put on the PDA like this! It was only then that you realized she was playing things up so she could sneak the panties to you! You leaned closer to her, playing the role she needed from you in this moment.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>“You look amazing... I wish it was possible to be closer to you right now...”<br/><br/>
You suddenly felt her ankle rubbing across your inner leg. Hanging delicately were a pair of black panties. She's a natural at this!<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Surprised? I know you too well, don't you think? Asking me to wear a skirt means sooner or later you want a closer look at my panties, riiight? It wasn't hard to guess you'd want a lacey little keepsake.”<br/><br/>
This is the moment… you took the risk of outright grabbing them before an officer could see, and it paid off! What an amazing job she did!<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="p1">You: </span>“I’m really missing you...”<br/><br/>
You gripped her hand a little more as you said so.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>”Me too, babe. I can’t wait until you come back to me...”<br/><br/>
Her voice was almost purring. It was difficult not to find the exaggerated tone odd - it wasn't like her to put on the PDA like this! It was only then that you realized she was playing things up so she could sneak the panties to you! You leaned closer to her, playing the role she needed from you in this moment.<br/><br/>
You suddenly felt her foot rubbing across your inner leg, and hanging delicately off her ankle was a pair of black panties! This was the moment… you took the risk of grabbing them now and hoped no officer would see, and it paid off! What an amazing job she did!<br/><br/>
<</if>>
[[Continue|Prologue2][$visitorTodayState = 0; $prologue2State = "b9"]]
<<elseif $prologue2State is 'b9'>>
<img src="images/scenes/b9.jpg" alt="black panties" class="storyImage">You stuffed the panties as sneakily as you could into your pocket. $gf winked at you when you were done.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Pretty impressive right? Maybe I should become a professional smuggler- seems like I’m a natural”, she giggled.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>“Hey, don’t get any ideas now - we don’t need both of us locked up! I shouldn't be surprised though, you’ve always have been a lady of many talents.”<br/><br/>
You could tell she loved the compliment, but her expression changed a moment later. Something serious was on her mind.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“Um, you know, I really think we need to talk more about… your crime.”<br/><br/>
Even though you had both discussed it briefly before, after pleading guilty you hadn’t really had any time to clear the air properly with her.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You: </span>“Yes, of course. Ask me anything.”<br/><br/>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Black Brazilian panties from $gf')>>
<<else>>
<<pickup '$playerInventory' 'Black Brazilian panties from $gf'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerCrime is 'launder'>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>”I just… I really think you should of stood your ground with $mate. I know I’ve said it before but... why didn’t you just tell him no?”<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[It was a mistake. I thought we could do good with the extra money.|Prologue2][$charmStat += 1; $prologue2State = "b10"]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[I didn’t want any trouble. I guess I thought this was making the best of a bad situation.|Prologue2][$subStat += 1; $gfRespect -= 1; $prologue2State = "b10"]]</div>
<<elseif $playerCrime is 'hacker'>>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>“The kind of website you hacked… why? Why did you pick that? Do you realize how embarrassing that was for me?”<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[I’m so sorry. It was just for money. I thought we could do good with the extra money. I was greedy and stupid.|Prologue2][$domStat += 1; $prologue2State = "b10"]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[I never wanted to embarrass you. I don’t know why I didn’t stop myself. It was shamelessly stupid.|Prologue2][$pervStat += 1; $gfRespect -= 1; $prologue2State = "b10"]]</div>
<<else>>
Something wrong.
<</if>>
<<elseif $prologue2State is 'b10'>>
After a little more explanation, as well as expressing your sincere regret, it seemed $gf at least had a better understanding of your actions. Visting time was almost up, so you both said your goodbyes.<br/><br/>
As she walked out of the visitor’s room, you could see the straps of a pink thong poking above her demin skirt. She turned her head around to you with a cheeky look on her face. You could read her mind from her expression alone.<br/><br/>
"What? You actually think I would go commando? Of course I was wearing two pairs - it’s cold out this time of year!"<br/><br/>
What a woman you thought to yourself, as an officer lead you back out.<br/><br/>
[[Follow to Mess Room|Mess Room][$storyState = 4; $ap = 0]]
<<elseif $prologue2State is 'b11'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Looking for me huh, $name? It’s about time you were offering something, doesn't it?”<br/><br/>
You sat down before sneaking the panties out of your pocket to Keaton.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Well, well, what fine work! Ooh, that perfume smell is quite strong, isn't it? I'm certain it will be appreciated by my friend. Let's see then, with that I'd say you’ve passed your first initiation! From now on we'll never take away your dessert. Oh, and welcome to Grenton!”<br/><br/>
He smiled at you hospitably, yet somehow it still felt off-putting. What exactly did he mean by <em>first</em> initiation? You were confused, but $mate interrupted your thoughts as he reintroduced himself.<br/><br/>
<span class="mate">$mate: </span>“$name... so, the judge sent you to Grenton too. How are you adjusting to life in here?”<br/><br/>
You let him know things were going alright, though in the middle of your conversation you couldn't help but notice he looked somewhat different than you remembered. If you had to describe it you’d say…<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[He looks more masculine.|Prologue2][$mateType = "dom"; $storyState = 5; $prologue2State = "b11x"]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[He looks more feminine.|Prologue2][$mateType = "sissy"; $storyState = 5; $prologue2State = "b11y"]]</div>
<<if $playerInventory.has('Black Brazilian panties from $gf')>><<drop '$playerInventory' 'Black Brazilian panties from $gf'>><<else>><</if>>
<<elseif $prologue2State is 'b11x'>>
<img src="images/scenes/b11x.jpg" alt="buff man" class="storyImage">He looked so much buffer than you'd ever seen him before!<br/><br/>
His arms were now thick with muscles, and his hair was buzzed down to a two, somehow shaping his face into an intimidating form far different from his once boyish look. Even his general demeanour had changed. His elbows rested confidently on the table, with a bunched up fist of his grasped in the palm of his other hand like he wasn't to be messed with.<br/><br/>
It was an impressive transformation; surely he must have prepared before his sentence to look like this. You were about to compliment him on his new physique when Keaton interrupted with a loud, deliberate cough to grab your attention.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Prologue2][$prologue2State = "b12"]]
<<elseif $prologue2State is 'b11y'>>
<img src="images/scenes/b11y.jpg" alt="pink lips" class="storyImage">He looked ever so slightly… girly! It was subtle, but knowing $mate beforehand made the differences noticeable enough.<br/><br/>
The lids of his eyes looked like $gf’s after she had worn particularly hard to remove makeup, and his lips looked a shade pinker too. His hair had been grown longer, and was much cleaner than the average person in here.<br/><br/>
Surely I’m just seeing things, you thought to yourself. But as $mate brought their spoon to their mouth you noticed his fingernails had sparkles on them! This wasn’t just your imagination, it was an all new side to him you had never seen.<br/><br/>
You were a little shocked, but the situation didn’t give you much time to dwell on it, as Keaton interrupted you with a loud, deliberate cough to grab your attention.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Prologue2][$prologue2State = "b12"]]
<<elseif $prologue2State is 'b12'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“So, let's explain the next step of your initiation. From now on there isn’t going to be anyone taking your food. We use that introductory task just to let people know how easy it is to get something fun in here for us, and if they want fun things too then all they gotta do is join us!"<br/><br/>
"Everyone in the organisation is doing errands like that, whether it’s to get food, phones, alcohol - whatever the fuck else. We even got a few places where no officers come at all... nice spots serving luxury meals, big TVs, you can smoke, you can drink, just have a good time! In fact, the officers turn a blind an eye to most of what we get up to... it's a free reign for us in here!”<br/><br/>
“If you join though, you gotta be part of building it. We all gotta work together to enjoy our time here. See, some in here don’t have it this good. The decision to join is your choice. Your roommates with Michael, right? I know he doesn’t get involved but at the end of the day all he gets to do here is to read books and be bored out of his fucking mind! You can see this Grenton life is draining him away. It's a sad sight. That's what the people who designed this place wants us to be... dull. Complacent."<br/><br/>
"We’re living our best lives here! Anyway, I’ve said my piece. What do you reckon - you in?”<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Alright, I'll join!|Prologue2][$prologue2State = "b13"]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Thanks for the invite, but I don’t think I will.|Prologue2][$prologue2State = "dullEnding"]]<br/>
<span class="statBonus">An Ending</span></div>
<<elseif $prologue2State is 'dullEnding'>>
Despite first shaking his head in disbelief, Keaton accepted your choice respectfully. For the rest of your time in Grenton you rarely noticed him or $mate.<br/><br/>
Your time served was relatively peaceful, though extremely boring. You didn't get to know anyone that well, and while to some extent you could call Michael your friend, he always kept you at a distance.<br/><br/>
You spent most of your time working, assembling electronics for a tiny wage per day. Occasionally you would read or do some light exercise, but mostly you just worked. You could feel your own personality becoming duller, losing it's charm as you spent your days with nothing interesting to do or talk about.<br/><br/>
The days and weeks blended into one another. Most of your thoughts were directed on $gf, who increasingly became harder to communicate with. Two months in, your fears that she couldn't deal with this arrangement came true. She moved back in with her parents and wanted to end things. You found out later she had started dating a work colleague.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/dull.jpg" alt="picture of boredom in Grenton" class="storyImage">Despite your good behaviour, for some reason you were made to stay at Grenton even longer, as your personal growth was considered unsatisfactory. You tried to enquire with staff, but they would just shrug off your questions, and you had no visitors from the outside anymore to help you.<br/><br/>
You were finally released after being there for three years. Jobless and alone, life from here would be an unpleasant, uphill struggle.<br/><br/>
THE END...<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>
...Unless... you didn't like the sound of that?<br/><br/>
[[Back|Prologue2][$prologue2State = "b12"]]
<<elseif $prologue2State is 'b13'>>
With your acceptance of Keaton’s invite, $mate gave you a positive nod.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zkeaton.jpg" alt="picture of Keaton" class="storyImage"><span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Amazing! Well this means your initiation continues. You can’t get to the perks quite yet but you're well on your way!”<br/><br/>
It felt like you’d made the right choice. Just because you're stuck inside, doesn't mean you had to put your life go on hold.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Right, I got places to be. You’ll get some new instructions soon. Make sure to take a look under your mattress later, OK?”<br/><br/>
[[Finish food and then leave|Mess Room]]
<<else>>
Something wrong: Prologue2 - prologue2State $prologue2State <br/>
Please report.
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $prologue3State is 'b14'>>
<img src="images/scenes/b14.jpg" alt="picture of folded up letter" class="storyImage">
As he said, there was a handwritten note under your bed. You didn't hesitate to read it...<br/><br/>
<<if $playerTriedPanties is 'yes'>>
<span class="notepaper">Hi $name, I hope you take this note VERY seriously.<br/><br/>
We know you wore the tribute you gave to us. We're actually quite offended to be honest, especially to receive an item that was... used. This causes a problem.<br/><br/>
We can't really have a pantie wearing loser joining our ranks and getting the same perks as us men... but you did agree to be a part of our scene, so there's no going back now. We also need some compensation for our tribute, seeing as you ruined the original one.<br/><br/>
We have a little show down in the rec room and we could use a new model. In 14 days time you will show up at the rec room, you'll be expected to present as girly as possible, for our entertainment. We want to see a smooth skinned body in some nice sexy panties and bra. A naughty girl, you get what I mean, right?<br/><br/>
Maybe this note will come as a shock, but don't be nervous. Yes, we weren't happy to discover what you did, but then we realized that having someone like you here was a major opportunity. I'm thinking you might very well enjoy this chance!<br/><br/>
So go on now, and get ready. The inhabitants here might not be able to help the way you act, but could certainly point you to some items you might want. See you soon.<br/><br/>
- K</span><br/><br/>
[[Continue|Prologue3][$deadlineState = 1; $deadlineCounter = 14; $storyState = 6; $prologue3State = "b15x"]]
<<else>>
<span class="notepaper">Hi $name, you did an excellent job with the tribute. Getting to the next stage will be well worth it for you...<br/><br/>
We have a little entertainment show in the rec room every now and then. We need you to provide an act for our next show 14 days from now.<br/><br/>
This will be a real test of your character. What we need is a show. We want to see a smooth skinned body in some nice sexy panties and bra. A naughty girl, you get it right?<br/><br/>
You have the kind of body that would be perfect. Don't worry! It's a little embarrassing sure, but once it's done, you're part of our scene! From there you'll get everything we can offer, food, drink and entertainment!<br/><br/>
Don't go backing out now, it's not very nice when someone backs out of an agreement, I think you'll agree? Just turn up in the rec room in 14 days and do a good job, ok? It's really not as bad as it sounds! See you there.<br/><br/>
Also, try asking around the place if you want to find some clothes.<br/><br/>
- K</span><br/><br/>
[[Continue|Prologue3][$deadlineState = 1; $deadlineCounter = 14; $storyState = 6; $prologue3State = "b15y"]]
<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $prologue3State is 'b15x'>>
Oh fuck... oh FUCK! You panicked as the weight of the situation dawned on you. Holy shit... you've exposed yourself as a crossdresser whilst you're stuck in here - an all male facility packed full of criminals!<br/><br/>
You took a deep breath to try to stem the rising anxiety within you. Suddenly this place made you feel so exposed. There's nowhere you can go to escape these men, nor hide your this secret side of you. Is this your future, bending to their demands?<br/><br/>
You started to clear your thoughts for a moment, trying to process the situation with a clear mind...<br/><br/>
<<if $contentGuidance is 1>>
<div class="contentGuidanceDisplay">
<img src="images/extras/warningIcon.png" alt="Warning Icon" class="warningIcon warningIconGuidance">
Pick "I'm... I'm kind of turned on by this..."<br/>After this step, you will be on the path.</div><br/><br/><</if>>
<div class="choice">[[No... I can find a way out of this. I have to try.|Prologue3][$prologue3State = "b15xA"]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[I'm... I'm kind of turned on by this...|Prologue3][$prologue3State = "b15xB"]]</div>
<<elseif $prologue3State is 'b15xA'>>
You took some more deep breaths. You didn't have to cave in to any demand of theirs. Crossdressing doesn't make you weak or some kind of bitch, you rationalized.<br/><br/>
You felt like you could stop this happening to you. You could fight against this; maybe not physically, but you could certainly try to find a way out of this path.<br/><br/>
Doubt crept in your mind. You've exposed yourself as a crossdresser in what might be the worst possible place to do so. You should be prepared for the fact that you may be fated for this. Perhaps it was best just to suck it up and do it, maybe doing it well enough could get you forgiven and that'll be the end of it.<br/><br/>
Your mind went in circles. This was not a good spot to be in. You decided to rest before looking for advice tomorrow. Michael might keep to himself, but maybe he could offer some idea to escape this.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Prologue3][$playerStartType = 'closeted'; $prologue3State = "b16"]]
<<elseif $prologue3State is 'b15xB'>>
Much of the initial shock from the note came from realizing your secret was finally out there. When that feeling subsided a little, you were able to be honest with yourself... yes, you are a crossdresser. You are a crossdresser, and deep down you know simply dressing up isn't enough.<br/><br/>
Your dressing was more than just wearing the same clothes as girls. When you finally had on your panties, bra, heels, wig and makeup, your desires escalated. It wasn't fulfilling enough just to feel sexy. You wanted something more.<br/><br/>
It had never been easy to admit to yourself, but you always knew that there was some deeper desire within you. Whenever you came down after a session of crossdressing you'd deny that feeling again, repressing any urge of it so you could go back to enjoying your regular carefree life, but it would never truly go away. Even after all the time you had spent with $gf, it was always there. That urge.<br/><br/>
You were about to begin rubbing on the outside of your underwear as you fantasized of the thrill of it, but sharply stopped yourself, realizing that right now you had to think carefully about what to do...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Yes, this is my dream... this is the perfect opportunity to follow it!|Prologue3][$prologue3State = "b15xD"]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Yes, I want this... but I'm in a relationship... and I still love her!|Prologue3][$prologue3State = "b15xC"]]</div>
<<elseif $prologue3State is 'b15xC'>>
You want to indulge your slutty urges and still be with $gf? You really think she'd want you after this?<br/><br/>
Your mind was racing with horny thoughts. This is where you can fulfil your deepest fantasy, one that turned you on like no other. The one that felt so wrong, yet so right. Thoughts of your life outside Grenton came back to you...<br/><br/>
A memory emerged of you and your crossdressing secret, of a time you dressed up fully femme before going onto camsites to show off your girly body to horny men. Men who complimented it while commanding you to pose for them.<br/><br/>
That desire... it conflicted with so much of your life. There were times you hated it, and times you loved it. Each time the urge came back it grew a little stronger, and the situation right now only amplified it.<br/><br/>
Your desire was going to take over from here now, you could just feel it. Still, not involving $gf would make you feel far too guilty. Maybe you should tell her?<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">It's the only right thing to do! You're a sissy. You can't deny it so don't pretend otherwise to her. You can't hide it anymore. This place won't let you...</span><br/><br/>
The most important thing is that if you're going to be some kind of slut for these men in 14 days time, whatever you deicide, you had better do it fast.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Get to work, sissy...</span><br/><br/>
[[Continue|Prologue3][$playerStartType = 'sissybf'; $prologue3State = "b16"]]
<<elseif $prologue3State is 'b15xD'>>
Your mind was racing with horny thoughts. This is where you can fulfil your deepest fantasy, one that turned you on like no other. The one that felt so wrong, yet so right. Thoughts of your life outside Grenton came back to you...<br/><br/>
A memory emerged of you and your crossdressing secret, of a time you dressed up fully femme before going onto camsites to show off your girly body to horny men. Men complimented it while commanding you to pose for them.<br/><br/>
You remembered when $gf left the house for the weekend, and you used a hookup website to make a profile for your girly persona. All this time $gf thought you had a low libido, but was that really true?<br/><br/>
You were out there, fantasizing about sex, looking for it even... just not with a woman... or maybe that wasn't true. Maybe you were looking to have sex not <em>as</em> a man. That weekend, you got seriously close to meeting someone but flaked out. "Never again" you thought to yourself. "This isn't me!"<br/><br/>
Over the years, you've put an unnecessary pressure to bury this part of yourself, but it would never be too long before you were dressing up again. Watching sissy porn again. Logging in to sites to chat with men again.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">...because you're a sissy. You're a sissy and it's time to accept it! This place is the perfect place to prove it.</span><br/><br/>
[[Continue|Prologue3][$playerStartType = 'sissy'; $prologue3State = "b16"]]
<<elseif $prologue3State is 'b15y'>>
All kinds of thoughts ran through your head as you took into account the contents of the letter. What the hell kind of request was this?<br/><br/>
You realized the severity of of the situation. You've got yourself into one hell of a mess it seems. How you would react to this was important.<br/><br/>
You started to clear your thoughts, and tried to process the situation with a clear mind...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Is this for real? Hell no, I won't do this no matter what.|Prologue3][$prologue3State = "b15yA"]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[If I don't do it, I could be in trouble...|Prologue3][$prologue3State = "b15yD"]]</div><br/>
<<if $playerHistory is "cd">><div class="choice">[[I kind of actually want to do it...|Prologue3][$prologue3State = "b15yE"]]</div><</if>>
<<elseif $prologue3State is 'b15yA'>>
There was no way in hell you could ever fulfil this instruction from Keaton. If you actually did this, how would you even look yourself in the mirror as a man again? And what about $gf? Having to keep this secret from her was unthinkable; you could barely entertain the idea.<br/><br/>
But still, you need to be pragmatic. You're alone in this place and you've got no real friends here. Snitching could get you beaten up or worse... The situation is messed up. Fuck! You felt like an idiot to ever agree to Keaton's invitation.<br/><br/>
You thought hard. There had to be something you could do.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[What if I got someone else to do it...|Prologue3][$prologue3State = "b15yB"]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[What if I got really buff, like so strong nobody could touch me...|Prologue3][$prologue3State = "b15yC"]]</div>
<<elseif $prologue3State is 'b15yB'>>
Yes... the letter doesn't actually instruct that it has to be you! It was highly suggestive, but not definite. This approach wouldn't be easy though; not only would you need to find someone suitable to take your place, you'd need to convince them to actually do it. And if you fail in that, you'll be the one performing at this weird fucked up show!<br/><br/>
You only had 14 days, and you'd need to manage that time well. Without information you'd be a headless chicken out there. You reasoned that maybe you should speak to Michael first to seek his advice.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Prologue3][$playerStartType = 'dom'; $prologue3State = "b16"]]
<<elseif $prologue3State is 'b15yC'>>
You reasoned that you could somehow get so ripped that the men would see they can't mess with you. Surely they wouldn't want to see a buff guy in a pair of panties? Keaton did mention your slim body - if you were more masculine looking maybe you could escape this humiliation?<br/><br/>
Or even if they wanted to see that, maybe you'd be be tough enough to fight any of them off?<br/><br/>
Still, this didn't seem like a good idea. Just 14 days to get as strong as possible, and even then you might get your ass kicked, or worse.<br/><br/>
And what about the endgame even if you did win - would you have to stay constantly vigilant for the rest of your time here? Would you even get any of the benfits Keaton promised? Was it really worth it?<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Maybe I could convince another person into doing it...|Prologue3][$prologue3State = "b15yB"]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[This is the plan... train and gain!|Prologue3][$playerStartType = "straight"; $prologue3State = "b16"]]</div>
<<elseif $prologue3State is 'b15yD'>>
This is Grenton and no one has your back. You concluded that you shouldn't mess with Keaton and his gang.<br/><br/>
The thought seemed extremely humiliating... to just grin and bear it, but maybe it's the best choice you have. Besides, this initiation could have happened to everyone who came into the gang before you. Perhaps you're overthinking things.<br/><br/>
You felt anxious, but you couldn't see any other way of getting out of this situation. You'd do it.<br/><br/>
You'd do what Keaton demanded.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Prologue3][$playerStartType = 'closeted'; $prologue3State = "b16"]]
<<elseif $prologue3State is 'b15yE'>>
As you read the letter, you couldn't help feeling... turned on. Your history of wearing women's clothes wasn't simply about dressing. You felt like it had always been something more... Something you denied yourself most of the time, but would nonetheless bubble up once again.<br/><br/>
Afterwards you felt so much shame... shame just like the kind you felt right now as you seriously considered this option.<br/><br/>
No! Surely you couldn't be thinking of going through with this and actually wanting to do it! You know all too well how you feel once you come down from the horniness... the shame. This would a bad mistake... don't you think?<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[This is my dream... this is the perfect opportunity to follow it!|Prologue3][$prologue3State = "b15yE2"]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Yes, I want this... but I'm in a relationship... and I still love her!|Prologue3][$prologue3State = "b15xC"]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[I might think I want it... but I shouldn't. I need to stop dreaming and find a way out.|Prologue3][$prologue3State = "b15xA"]]</div>
<<elseif $prologue3State is 'b15yE2'>>
Your mind was racing with horny thoughts. This was where you can realize your deepest fantasy, one that turns you on like no other. The one that felt so wrong, yet so right. Thoughts of your life outside Grenton came back to you...<br/><br/>
A memory emerged of you and your crossdressing secret, of a time you dressed up fully femme before going onto camsites to show off your girly body to horny men. Men who complimented it while commanding you to pose for them.<br/><br/>
You remembered when $gf left the house for the weekend, and you used a hookup website to make a profile for your girly persona. All this time $gf thought you didn't want to fuck her because you were waiting for marriage, but was that really true?<br/><br/>
You were out there, fantasizing about sex, looking for it even... just not with a woman, or maybe more accurately, not <em>as</em> a man. That weekend you got seriously close to meeting someone but flaked out. "Never again" you thought to yourself. "This isn't me!"<br/><br/>
Over the years, you put an unnecessary pressure on yourself to bury this part of you, but before long you were dressing up again. Watching sissy porn again. Logging in to chat and find men again.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">...because you're a sissy. You're a sissy and it's time to accept it! This place is the perfect place to prove it.</span><br/><br/>
This was the perfect time to explore this side of you. It's as if this challenge gives you the 'permission' you've needed to reveal your long sealed up secret. To finally indulge those filthy fantasies of yours. You're not just going to do this because you were ordered to... you're going to do it because you need to!<br/><br/>
[[Continue|Prologue3][$playerStartType = 'sissy'; $prologue3State = "b16"]]
<<elseif $prologue3State is 'b16'>>
You twiddled the piece of paper between your fingers as you came to fully grasp this whole situation.<br/><br/>
There was no use delaying anything. It was crucial to use your time well.<br/><br/>
[[Put down the note|Room][$seekMichaelAdvice = 'yes']]
<<else>>
Something wrong: Prologue3 - prologue3State $prologue3State <br/>
Please report.
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $c2EagerKeatonEventState is 0>>
Your heart was pounding as you walked the corridors to the Rec room. You had made the decision to go along with Keaton's request enthusiastically, but despite your choice you were still incredibly nervous! Whatever was truly expected of you ahead was completely unknown, all you knew is that you would try your best.<br/><br/>
<<if $gfType is 'mentor'>>
The one worry you had off your mind was $gf. After you both decided to break things off amicably, you didn't need to fear any guilt about what you were about to do. You must be pretty committed (at least mentally), to give up your relationship for this!<br/><br/>
<<elseif $gfType is 'open'>>
One thing that gave you comfort was that no matter what would happen next, you had a fully supportive girlfriend. In fact, $gf would be dying to hear what happened to you! You had been given license to go full sissy slut, something that equally excited and terrified you. With $gf's support, just how far could you go?<br/><br/>
<<elseif $gfType is 'cuck'>>
You felt guilty about what you were going to do. You hadn't been open with $gf, and worse still, you knew she would absolutely hate what you were doing here today. She wanted you to be stronger, while you were volunteering yourself to, well... be a sissy. You didn't have the courage to tell her, just like you didn't have what it took to be the man worthy of her. <br/><br/>
<<elseif $gfType is 'unknown'>>
You felt guilty about what you were going to do, having completely ignored $gf to do this. You hadn't contacted her since this whole Keaton event began. Maybe you just didn't care about her, or maybe you couldn't bring yourself to tell her. Either way, you did your best to keep her off your mind.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong, gfType.
<</if>>
To think your life had come to this, that you were going to dress up in front of a group of men! It was still hard to believe one your most perverted fantasies was about to come true, and there was no telling how far things could go. However, just because you had desired to do this, it didn't make actually going through with it any easier.<br/><br/>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>
<<if $playerBra.has('Red satin bra') and $playerUnderwear.has('Red satin panties')>>
You felt so naughty with the red bra and panties on underneath your clothes. There was no way to take your mind off how bad you were behaving, as the satin material wedged between your ass chaffed with every step you made. Anyone who took more than a passing glance at you would be able to see you had a bra on, but you wanted them to notice. After weeks in here, it was time to let Grenton know you loved crossdressing, and didn't care who knew!<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Your backpack carried the red bra and panties you got from the commissary, as you were too embarrassed to carry them out in the open. The fact you had aquired such a slutty set of underwear would prove to the men you took this seriously, though maybe you should of put them on under your clothes first. Hopefully there would be somewhere private to change.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<else>>
You hadn't found any girls clothes to wear like Keaton wanted. You had failed at the first hurdle, and worried what the men would say on your arrival.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
As you approached your destination, you noticed someone at the Rec room door's entrance. A man in decent shape, who upon seeing you immediately pulled a look of displeasure on his face. By his words you could tell he was part of Keaton's gang.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zsteve.jpg" alt="picture of the man at the entrance" class="storyImage">
<span class="male">???: </span>"Well, well,... you're $name, I understand? But you're dressed as a man!"<br/><br/>
You tried to pitch your voice to sound a little more feminine before responding.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Yes, that's me. But I've..."<br/><br/>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>
<<if $playerBra.has('Red satin bra') and $playerUnderwear.has('Red satin panties')>>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Oh wait... ah I see. Dressed up a little already? Very good."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh, yes... well I was told to make an effort."<br/><br/>
You plucked up the strap of your panties to show them off a little. The man's eyes widened in delight at the sight!<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"My... you're an eager one aren't you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... I am."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Don't go getting shy now! Nerves can get to even the wildest ones! I'm Steve by the way. Here, there's a private cupboard over there. Give yourself a moment to collect yourself. Oh, and there's a few items that I'm sure a 'girl' like you will enjoy to complete your look. Feel free to wear them if you wish."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "T-thank you, I will!"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
You were too nervous to speak up, but you shuffled your bag around to attempt to show him the contents.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Ah I see! Got something with you in that backpack?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Y-yes, a bra and panties. Is there somewhere I can put them on?"<br/><br/>
You reached in the bag and showed the man the panties you had. The man's eyes widened in delight at the sight!<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Good work! Girls who put in some effort are appreciated here! You're an eager one, aren't you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... I am."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Don't go getting shy now! Nerves can get to even the wildest ones! Well you can put your things on in that private cupboard over there. Give yourself a moment to collect yourself. Oh, and there's a few items that you might like to add to your look, go ahead and wear them if you like."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "T-thank you, I will!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<else>>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"You've just come dressed like that? Hmpf."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm sorry! I didn't find anything. I genuinely do want to do this though!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"You do, do you? Because with the complete lack of effort I see before me, I would of assumed the opposite!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No, I really do! I... I'm not new to crossdressing... I just... I'm still new to Grenton, and don't know how to get things, I guess..."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Well, I don't know you well enough... but maybe you can prove how keen you really are."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Y-yes, please let me!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Settle down, geez. I didn't mean prove how desperate you are! Well... head on it to that private cupboard over there. You'll find plenty of items to wear. I suggest you dress up fully if you truly want to prove yourself."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I-I will! Thank you."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Go on now. And take a moment to calm yourself in there too. You'll have a lot more to do than just convince me when you get back out here."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
Leaving no room for delay you entered the private cupboard, closing the door securely behind you.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|c2SissyAndSissyBFKeatonEvent][$c2EagerKeatonEventState = 1]]
<<elseif $c2EagerKeatonEventState is 1>>
<<run $playerTops.pickUp($playerTop.show())>><<dropall '$playerTop'>>
<<run $playerBottoms.pickUp($playerBottom.show())>><<dropall '$playerBottom'>>
<<run $playerHeads.pickUp($playerHead.show())>><<dropall '$playerHead'>>
<<run $playerNecks.pickUp($playerNeck.show())>><<dropall '$playerNeck'>>
<<run $playerWrists.pickUp($playerWrist.show())>><<dropall '$playerWrist'>>
Nothing can prepare someone for the nerves someone has when their most secret, shameful fantasy is finally about to become reality. The mix of anticipation, anxiety and horniness was enough to make even the most confident person's body shake nervously. You were exposing one of your deepest desires, and to a group of strangers no less!<br/><br/>
You knew you were a sissy, but had always felt a need to hide it. How could you not? Today's society might have come a long way, but it still looks down on emasculated men, and especially on sluts. A sissy was both of those things combined!<br/><br/>
Coming out of hiding today would be a huge step for you, but it was also the opportunity you had always needed. The push to be who you really are. After a life time of pretending, you were tired.<br/><br/>
You took off your male items of clothing and carefully placed them in your bag. You could just barely hold the items in your nerve-wracked hands. Even though you wanted to do this, there was still a little part of you wanting to back out. To run away. Doubts were trying to cloud your mind. What if they didn't like how you looked? What if you were too frigid? What if I hate it? You had to fight through those feelings. You had to do this!<br/><br/>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>
<img src="images/items/redSatinSet.jpg" alt="sexy red satin bra and red satin with mesh backed panties" class="storyImage">
<<if $playerBra.has('Red satin bra') and $playerUnderwear.has('Red satin panties')>>
<<if $playerBra.has('Red satin bra')>>
<<else>>
<<if $playerBra.isEmpty()>>
<<transfer '$playerBras' '$playerBra' 'Red satin bra'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerBras.pickUp($playerBra.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerBra'>>
<<transfer '$playerBras' '$playerBra' 'Red satin bra'>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwear.has('Red satin panties')>>
<<else>>
<<if $playerUnderwear.isEmpty()>>
<<transfer '$playerUnderwears' '$playerUnderwear' 'Red satin panties'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerUnderwears.pickUp($playerUnderwear.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerUnderwear'>>
<<transfer '$playerUnderwears' '$playerUnderwear' 'Red satin panties'>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerGarter.isEmpty()>>
<<pickup '$playerGarter' 'Red satin garter belt'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerGarters.pickUp($playerGarter.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerGarter'>>
<<pickup '$playerGarter' 'Red satin garter belt'>>
<</if>>
Now only wearing your bra and panties, you adjusted your limp cock to tuck it in tightly. You knew Keaton wanted you to be as girly as possible, and you were going to do you best to do so. You took a deep breath, feeling the red satin fabric of your bra constraining your chest. It was hard to describe how it felt, pleasurable but imprisoning. A perfect symbol of how you were depriving yourself of your manhood.<br/><br/>
As the man earlier had said, there were more items in the cupboard with you. You looked in the bags nearby, finding more clothes you were all too happy to wear! A red garter belt and black fishnet stockings! You put them on while trying not to get too turned on in the process.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<<if $playerBra.has('Red satin bra')>>
<<else>>
<<if $playerBra.isEmpty()>>
<<transfer '$playerBras' '$playerBra' 'Red satin bra'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerBras.pickUp($playerBra.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerBra'>>
<<transfer '$playerBras' '$playerBra' 'Red satin bra'>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwear.has('Red satin panties')>>
<<else>>
<<if $playerUnderwear.isEmpty()>>
<<transfer '$playerUnderwears' '$playerUnderwear' 'Red satin panties'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerUnderwears.pickUp($playerUnderwear.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerUnderwear'>>
<<transfer '$playerUnderwears' '$playerUnderwear' 'Red satin panties'>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerGarter.isEmpty()>>
<<pickup '$playerGarter' 'Red satin garter belt'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerGarters.pickUp($playerGarter.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerGarter'>>
<<pickup '$playerGarter' 'Red satin garter belt'>>
<</if>>
With all your clothes off, it was time to finally put on your bra and panties! You put them on as quick as you could. Like the true sissy you were, you were more embarrassed at the idea anyone would come in and see you naked, rather than them seeing you dressed like a slut! Putting a on bra came naturally to you, and luckily your nervousness overrode the excitement from putting on the panties, making it easy for you to tuck your limp cock in. Keaton wanted you to be as girly looking as possible and you didn't want to disappoint.<br/><br/>
As the man earlier had said, there were more items in the cupboard with you. You looked in the bags nearby, finding extra clothes you were all too happy to wear! A red garter belt and black fishnet stockings! You put them on while trying not to get too turned on in the process.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<else>>
<img src="images/items/pinkBasicSet.jpg" alt="a pink bra and panties" class="storyImage">
<<if $playerBra.isEmpty()>>
<<pickup '$playerBra' 'Pink basic bra'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerBras.pickUp($playerBra.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerBra'>>
<<pickup '$playerBra' 'Pink basic bra'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwear.isEmpty()>>
<<pickup '$playerUnderwear' 'Pink basic panties'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerUnderwears.pickUp($playerUnderwear.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerUnderwear'>>
<<pickup '$playerUnderwear' 'Pink basic panties'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerGarter.isEmpty()>>
<<pickup '$playerGarter' 'Pink basic garter belt'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerGarters.pickUp($playerGarter.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerGarter'>>
<<pickup '$playerGarter' 'Pink basic garter belt'>>
<</if>>
You looked around in the cupboard. Just as the man had said, there were items there ready for you. Though there seemed to be a variety of things, you could only find one pair of panties, and a matching bra. Both were pink, and somewhat basic, but the color made them seem very girly. With no other options, you put them on and tucked your limp cock inside them before you got too excited. Putting a on bra came naturally to you, and before you knew it you could feel it's tight wiring constraining your chest. You wished you could take a look at yourself now... or maybe you didn't. You were giving up your manhood to enact one of your longest fantasies, perhaps not seeing yourself would keep you focused.<br/><br/>
After a look in some of the other bags, you found some extra items you were all too happy to wear! A pink garter belt and black fishnet stockings! You put them on while trying not to get too turned on in the process.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $smoothBody is 1>>
<<if $playerAnkle.isEmpty()>>
<<pickup '$playerAnkle' 'Fishnet stockings'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerAnkles.pickUp($playerAnkle.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerAnkle'>>
<<pickup '$playerAnkle' 'Fishnet stockings'>>
<</if>>
The fishnets felt amazing on your hairless skin, with the little gaps between the material being cool and smooth to touch. It wasn't just your legs either. The shaven skin made the sleek material of your lingerie feel even better, especially your ass. You couldn't resist reaching your fingers over the material and giving your girly butt a squeeze. Just imagine, maybe a real man would do that to you soon!<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<<if $playerAnkle.isEmpty()>>
<<pickup '$playerAnkle' 'Black stockings'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerAnkles.pickUp($playerAnkle.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerAnkle'>>
<<pickup '$playerAnkle' 'Black stockings'>>
<</if>>
Unfortunately you didn't like the feeling of the fishnets on your hairy skin. The hairs poking out the little gaps in the material made it all too obvious that you weren't smooth, making you feel far less feminine. You took them off with sadness, but luckily found some opaque ones to wear instead. They covered up most of your leg hair, and gave your legs a sexy silhouette. A razor blade was in the storage too, which let you shave the hairs peaking out at the top of your legs, as well as the small tuft of hair growing on your chest. You looked so much better that you couldn't help but regret that you hadn't done the rest of your body too.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
You kept making little adjustments to your outfit, tugging your stockings and garter belt until they looked just right. You wanted, no, you needed to look the best you possibly could. Why commit to this otherwise? Suddenly a loud, startling knock went off against the cupboard door, and a muffled voice coming through from the other side.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"How are things going in there?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "A-almost ready!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Get a move on girl, the men are arriving soon! Have you got your wig on?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Wig?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Come on now! Look on the top shelf!"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerFeet.isEmpty()>>
<<pickup '$playerFeet' 'Black patent leather heels'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerFeets.pickUp($playerFeet.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerFeet'>>
<<pickup '$playerFeet' 'Black patent leather heels'>>
<</if>>
<<dropall '$playerHair'>>
<<pickup '$playerHair' 'blonde hair'>>
You reached on your toes to feel at the top shelf, finding a cardboard box. Inside was a blonde wig, perched on top of a pair of heels! You put on the wig, adjusting it so it's fringe fell just above your eyebrows. The heels seemed to be the perfect fit, and it was so easy to slip into them when wearing stockings. Despite that though, you weren't used to walking in them. Even the slightest movement in the cupboard while wearing them was hard to do. You supported yourself on the walls, and clumsily turned yourself around to face the door.<br/><br/>
This was it, you're look was complete, or at least as complete as it could be for now! You hadn't really had the chance to dress up as fully as this before, and felt the urge to touch yourself. You especially felt an urge to run your hands over the lingerie you were wearing, but you knew you had to resist that right now. You understood how sissies were expected to behave. These men didn't want you for your cock. You needed to keep it limp.<br/><br/>
<<if $gfType is 'mentor'>>
Ironically, it took a lot of courage to be a sissy. You had got this far, but now things were about to become real. You couldn't help but think about $gf again. Yes she was supportive enough, but the fact was, she couldn't see you as her man anymore. You had sacrificed the illusion of being one in her eyes... for this. Though it was probably for the best, it was still a little sad.<br/><br/>
As tough a choice it had been, it wasn't the wrong one. You had got yourself in this situation. That deep hunger inside of you that had been denied for so long needed to be satiated.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $gfType is 'open'>>
Ironically, it took a lot of courage to be a sissy. You had got this far, but now things were about to become real. You couldn't help but think about $gf again. She'd probably be pretty turned on right now, the thought of you dressed up and nervous like this, yet eager to serve men would easily get her going.<br/><br/>
You wished you could call her now and tell her your feelings. The nervous anticipation mixed with excitement. To tell her exactly what you're wearing, and how much you love the feeling of it. To let her ease your fears as you share your worries about serving these men. To hear her encourage you to be a sissy slut!<br/><br/>
For now, you had to push on only imagining how much she'd cheer you on to do this. That deep hunger inside of you that had been denied for so long was about to be satiated. To think, all these years $gf could of been helping you fulfil your most buried desires if you had just been more open!<br/><br/>
<<elseif $gfType is 'cuck'>>
Ironically, it took a lot of courage to be a sissy. You had got this far, but now things were about to become real. You couldn't help but think about $gf again. If she even had a hint you would ever do something like this she'd be disgusted. No amount of explaining would make her understand this side of you. You felt shame that you hadn't been able to tell her yet, but that shame was overridden by both your fear and excitement for what was about to happen.<br/><br/>
That deep hunger inside of you that had been denied for so long was about to be satiated. If this fantasy actually felt as amazing in reality as you hoped it would be, you would have to stop maintaining this dishonest illusion and come clean to $gf about who you really are.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $gfType is 'unknown'>>
Ironically, it took a lot of courage to be a sissy. You had got this far, but now things were about to become real. You couldn't help but think about $gf again. What the hell would she think if she saw you like this? If she knew what you were about to do? Maybe you hadn't called her because you couldn't bring yourself to tell her about this side of you. Perhaps it was for the better to not contact her. You had a beautiful girlfriend, but were more concerned with being a beautiful sissy.<br/><br/>
You cared more about your desires than her it seemed, after all, you had only got yourself in this situation. All so that the deep hunger inside of you, one that had been denied for so long, could be satiated.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong, gfType (2nd).
<</if>>
It was time to go. You had slowly built yourself up to this event for the last couple of weeks, but really this next step in your journey had been years in the making. You were always destined to be a sissy, you told yourself. With this opportunity, it was the perfect time to be who you really are. You held the door handle for a bit knowing this was it. After taking one final deep breath you opened it suddenly, like you were pulling off a band-aid. There was no going back now. It was time to accept whatever fate had in store for.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Fuck! Very nice... very nice, indeed!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Uh... do I... do I look good?"<br/><br/>
Your hand clutched to your arm meekly; a shy posture that made your vulnerability obvious. Although you wanted to do this, you couldn't help but be sheepish. When a long held wish is about to become true, sometimes the prospect of it being finally fulfilled can be daunting.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"You know you look good! Damn, your body is perfect for this... and you've done this before?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I've dressed before but... i-it was always in private. And I've never had heels and a wig, this is a first for me."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Then you're a natural! Come along with me."<br/><br/>
He could see you struggling to walk in the heels and held at your shoulder to support you. It wasn't in an intimate way, just the bare minimum to stop you falling in your new shoes. You tried to step as carefully as could into the Rec room with him, but right now you felt like a complete embarrassment. Looking around you, it was surprising to see just how different the area was than usual.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventTable.jpg" alt="A table with drinks bottles and glasses on it" class="storyImage">
A table had been set up brimming with food containers and drinks. Oddly enough, it seemed to be mostly chocolates and cakes, along with bottles of vodka, whiskey and rum and litre bottles of coke. Looking around there were sofas, though you had no idea how they had got them in here. The usual TV was replaced with a large, new looking flat screen. It wasn't just items though, a couple of men were here too. You didn't want to make eye contact with them but it felt like their stares pierced into you as you were guided by the door man.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Ok $name, you're doing good. The event will start soon, but if you head back into that room over there, you can find the other girls. Go ahead and meet them!"<br/><br/>
You were beginning to panic a little, which made it hard to utter even a single word. All you could do was nod, then hobble away in your heels to the back room, as obediently as you could.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|c2SissyAndSissyBFKeatonEvent][$c2EagerKeatonEventState = 2]]
<<elseif $c2EagerKeatonEventState is 2>>
You arrived in the area the man directed you to and leaned on the wall. It was finally a moment to catch your breath, though it was all too short.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">???: </span>"Hey! Hello, over here!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh, um hello?"<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">???: </span>"Where are you looking? We're this way!"<br/><br/>
You turned your head while narrowing your eyes, then made out some figures on the other side of the room.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">???: </span>"Now she sees! Hey, I'm Jessica!"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventjessica.jpg" alt="the view of a sissy with bulge in panties" class="storyImage"><br/>
There really were other girls! You tried to steel yourself, hoping to overcome your apprehension so you could come across as friendly as possible to them. The girls with Jessica didn't say much but they looked nervous too. All of them appeared girly, though it was to varying degrees of effort. Some stood shyly, while Jessica looked confident with her hands at her hips. You couldn't help but notice your outfit was one of the more revealing ones.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Wow... you really went the extra mile! What's your name?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm... I'm $name. N-nice to meet you."<br/><br/>
<<if $mateType is "sissy">>
One of the girls suddenly perked their head up to get a look at you. It was $mate! Your eyes locked with each other, but you were too shocked to react. You suspected $mate felt exactly the same way!<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"No need to be nervous! You're not the only one, obviously... though you are the last one we were waiting for!"<br/><br/>
It was a little comforting to not be alone doing this. Jessica<<if $mateType is "sissy">> and $mate<</if>> looked like they had done everything possible to look slutty too. Oddly though, the other 'girls' didn't. One of them was just wearing a wig, and a bra over their otherwise male outfit. You wondered whether they'd be in trouble with Keaton for such a blatant lack of effort.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Listen, I was just telling the others... this event isn't that big a deal! You don't need to be chattering your teeth like that, alright? All we do is go out there when our names are called so they can get a good look at our outfits... Ok, and we sit with the men for a bit. It's just an icebreaker, that's all!"<br/><br/>
You found Jessica's definition of what a big deal to be quite the understatement! As much as you had wanted this opportunity to be the sissy your really are, this still felt like a huge thing to overcome. Part of you was relieved to hear it wasn't anything too extreme, but deep down weren't you hoping for something more? Despite what she said, there was something about this situation that still seemed odd to you.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Um, so of all the things to do as an icebreaker... why this?"<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Beat's me! It's just how things are done around here. It's not worth taking too seriously."<br/><br/>
If Jessica knew anything she was good at hiding it. Her response only lead to you hacing more questions. Did every guy have to do this to get in Keaton's gang? Considering how many of you there were here, it seemed that way. So this really was just an extra hazing initiation after all? You began to worry that you had misinterpreted the note, and ended up going way too far!<br/><br/>
<<if $mateType is "sissy">>
With no idea how long until the event would begin, you wanted to at least have a few words with $mate, and tapped their shoulder to get their attention. It was bizarre to be in their company dressed like this, but any shame you had seemed to be shared by both of you.<br/><br/>
$mate's outfit was more modest than yours, but still pretty hot. They wore a pink body-con dress, the kind a woman would wear to go clubbing. It was tight on $mate's slim body, making their figure look girly in a way you had never noticed before. $mate's hair had been growing out even before coming to Grenton, but it seemed it had been styled to look more feminine.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventMatePink.jpg" alt="the view of a sissy in a pink skirt" class="storyImage"><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Pretty crazy situation we're in, aren't we? How have you been getting on? Feels like I never see you around here."<br/><br/>
<span class="mate">$mate:</span> "$name... I'm... doing OK, but... seeing you now... I'm... I'm so sorry we're in this mess!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Hey, it's OK! It's all going to be alright... maybe it will be fun?"<br/><br/>
<span class="mate">$mate:</span> "Are you serious!?"<br/><br/>
$mate seemed slightly alarmed by even the mere suggestion you may actually of wanted this to happen to you. You noticed him trying to subtley check out your outfit, not that there was a sly way to look at one as slutty as yours. He had obviously seen your little bulge in your panties, and quickly looked away before speaking again.<br/><br/>
<span class="mate">$mate</span> "I-I'm sorry I haven't visited you in here. I tried to keep a low profile after getting involved in Keaton's gang. I couldn't tell you in time..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ha... well I guess we're both as bad as each other. First getting sent here, then this! If what Jessica just told me is right, this is all going to be over pretty soon."<br/><br/>
<span class="mate">$mate:</span> "I... I hope so. You know, seeing you at least makes me feel a little better. L-let's get this over with, shall we?"<br/><br/>
You nodded in agreement, even though you were secretly hoping this was the beginning of something, not the end.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Um, $name... a moment please! This is just a suggestion, but I've got a little makeup here, why not try this?"<br/><br/>
She held out some lipstick towards you, while her other hand held a palette of different colored eye shadows. You couldn't resist the offer, applying what was a sultry shade of red to your lips as best you could without a mirror. Jessica could see your joy at being able to transform further, and delicately applied complimentary eye shadow and blush.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Gosh... such a pretty face! If only you could see yourself right now, I think you'd be a happy girl..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "That's... thank you Jessica."<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"They're going to love you..."<br/><br/>
You felt so happy hearing those words, and excited to see if they would be true. The world you grew up in meant you had to hide how you really felt. Who you wanted to be. Grenton seemed different.<br/><br/>
Parents, friends, co-workers; all of these well meaning people put pressure on you each day to be their idea of a man. They didn't know the full extent of your real identity, how could they? There was constant pressure to reject your femininity as the weakness others saw it as. To reject your deepest desires. To reject your true self.<br/><br/>
But it wasn't only them who was to blame. You, yourself, had gone along with those pressures. Trying to be the type of man the world expected you to be, while at the same time completely burying the urges within, ashamed even to acknowledge them.<br/><br/>
Could this place be somewhere you could uncover the real you? Were you really a sissy? Could you finally resolve the mix of emotions and feelings you've had for so long? All you could hope was that this experience would help you find out for certain.<br/><br/>
You could tell the men had gathered from the muffled sound of a crowd that had steadily grown louder outside the room. The girls began to fall silent as the volume of the audience lessened, and Keaton's voice came through.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Alright, I think that's everyone! OK gentlemen, hope you enjoyed the buffet, but now I think you'll agree - it's time for the main event!"<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"It's starting. Just wait for your name to be called, then enter - got it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"There are plenty of new girls here tonight, but let's start with a familiar face, shall we? JESSICA!"<br/><br/>
Jessica got up quickly, leaving the room with a confident feminine stride. You could hear she was met with a roaring sound from the men. A passionate noise made up of all kinds of shouts. Jeering, laughing, wolf whistles. It was impossible not to feel intimidated right now. Your heart pumped hard in your chest, so much so as to make you feel light headed. You tried to keep as composed as possible in the circumstance.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Alright then, how about another! $name, come on out here!"<br/><br/>
This was seriously happening! Your body somehow overcame any rising panic, and stepped gingerly towards to doorway. You were going to actually do this!<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Come on now $name, don't be shy!"<br/><br/>
You weren't going to keep them any longer. It was time to make your way into the room, where the men were ready and waiting for you.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|c2SissyAndSissyBFKeatonEvent][$c2EagerKeatonEventState = 3]]
<<elseif $c2EagerKeatonEventState is 3>>
You trotted out on you heels nervously into the rec room, to be greeted by a crowd of men's eyes staring at you. It was such a surreal feeling to be dressed like this in front of them. Until this point, your enthusiasm to be a sissy had overpowered any shame you might of felt, but even you found this difficult. There was a rising feeling of humiliation within you. There was so much noise among the lively men, all you could do was focus on Keaton's command as he told you to stay put and give the guys the chance to get a good look at you.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Oh yeah, wow that's nice! This one's gone to quite an effort it seems! Turn around for us would you $name, don't worry, I think the boys will like what they see."<br/><br/>
You turned on the spot with a shy smile on your face. You looked so meek in front of all the men, and how could you not? Reality doesn't always make us feel the way we fantasized. There were all kinds of reactions from the men, some sounded appreciative while others seemed like heckles. You just stood there and did you best to take it.<br/><br/>
<<if $smoothBody is 1>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Such smooth skin too... she's a proper girl this one!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>
It felt like everything around you was in slow motion. You peaked a glance at the faces of the men, all excited but for different reasons. While some seemed like they were laughing at your expense, there appeared to others admiring your body. You looked down to the sight of the red satin bra decorating your hairless chest, and the small bulge in the panties below. Thankfully none of you had spilled out of them. You weren't sure you could handle being even more exposed right now.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Amazing, isn't she? I hear you brought that little number yourself. Seems like you set out to please us, and I have to say you did a good job!"<br/><br/>
You couldn't bring yourself to speak, instead just brushed your wig behind your ear shyly, revealing the gratitude on your face from the compliment.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
It felt like everything around you was in slow motion. You peaked a glance at the faces of the men, all excited but for different reasons. Some looked like they were telling jokes at your expense, but a few looked like they were admiring your body. You looked down to the sight of the pink bra decorating your hairless chest, and the small bulge in the panties below. Thankfully none of you had spilled out of them. You weren't sure you could handle being even more exposed right now.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Hasn't she done a good job folks? I hear this one was very keen to do this today!"<br/><br/>
You couldn't bring yourself to speak, instead just brushed your wig behind your ear shyly, revealing the gratitude on your face from the compliment.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"She wanted to?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"That's right! Is it really that hard to believe? You're a real genuine sissy, aren't you $name?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "...Yes."<br/><br/>
The crowd went quieter, becoming nothing more than mutterings and whispers.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"...and you exist to serve us?"<br/><br/>
Judgmental eyes looked up and down your girly body, all waiting with anticipation for how you'd respond, but you didn't no what to say! Being a sissy was... complicated for you. Yes, you had volunteered to do it and yes you still wanted to do it but you weren't always going to be a sissy... were you?<br/><br/>
Both panic and horniness were rising in you. How could you possibly convey how complex your feelings are? You could feel your voice would be shaking the moment you tried to speak, you just had to get the words out there, any words! You couldn't do anything but boil it down to the most simple answer.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... do."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"It's Sir, to you."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I do, sir."<br/><br/>
Some of the men's expressions changed entirely. They could already tell you weren't like the other new inhabitants of Grenton. The outfit you had dressed up in, the admission to being a sissy, the obedience... they knew you were the real deal, even if you weren't entirely sure of that yourself.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Good girl! See, what did I tell you boys? This little event would weed out the real sissies! Jessica, would you mind going to the backroom and letting the other 'girls' off, there's been a change of plans. They can dress normal now - we've hazed them enough, heh."<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Of course."<br/><br/>
<<if $mateType is "sissy">>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Oh! I almost forgot about $mate! Send her out before you tell the others."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
Suddenly things made sense to you. The event was for exposing the actual sissies, and it had worked like a charm on you. Keaton looked very happy with himself to have found a new one.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Man: </span>"She looks nervous though, you sure she likes this?"<br/><br/>
<<if $playerTriedPanties is 'yes'>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"$name, tell the men how we found you. Go on, it's OK."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Well... I was... crossdressing... I thought in private, but..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"She dressed up within days of being here! She couldn't resist! What ran through your head when you got the note?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... felt like... this was a chance... to..."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"BE A BIG SLUT? A HA HA!!!"<br/><br/>
A boisterious jack-the-lad type yelled out jokingly, which was met with hysterical laughter from some of the guys. Keaton hushed them, while you flushed red.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Go on..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... I'm sorry I've never gone this far! I feel..."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Are you kidding? Look how she's dressed!"<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Man: </span>"Fair point."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"But not only that, it's not too hard to spot the signs of girls like this when you know what to look for."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... I don't know what you saw in me... even I didn't think I'd ever go this far!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
Keaton placed a large manly hand on your shoulder.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"You're a good girl to get to this point. And don't worry... with us you're going to be able to go so much further."<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventGoodGirl.jpg" alt="thoughts about being a good girl going through your head" class="storyImage">
<span class="khan">Man: </span>"She'll definitely be appreciated here!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I've wanted to act on being a sissy for so... so fucking long..."<br/><br/>
A couple of men approached closer to you. You closed your eyes, their hands touching at your body.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"No need to wait any longer. You're our new sissy bitch now, aren't you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... y-..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Say it..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I am!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"You're what?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm your sissy bitch!!! I'm you're sissy bitch and I just... I just want to serve you!"<br/><br/>
<<if $mateType is "sissy">>
You heard the sound of a quiet but familiar voice behind you.<br/><br/>
<span class="mate">$mate:</span> "Holy shit $name!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Ah, and of course, tonight was also about the reintroduction of $mate! I know you met her last month, but she's really put in so much more effort this time. She's practically an all new girl now!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "$mate... I... please don't look at me."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Man: </span>"Ha ha, so now you're embarrassed, huh?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"You girls will both get attention, don't worry!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
More hands were on your body now, the fingers of strangers squeezing, stroking and pinching at your body, touching almost everywhere except the tucked in little bulge in your panties. You tried not to get excited, you had no idea what these men would think if you got hard, but you assumed they wouldn't like it. The underwear clinged tight on your ass and crotch, leaving little room for an erection even if you got one.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"I can see $name is very keen, but if I'm not mistaken... you're a sissy virgin, aren't you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "That's right, yes... listen, I'm not sure I can take all of-"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Stop assuming, greedy sissy! You think we just fuck the first thing that comes along? We all know what you want, but you're not ready to serve all of us, ha ha!"<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Man: </span>"I dunno, I think she'd give it a good go!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"She might think she's can, but trust me, you can't push them too hard, too quickly."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm-"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Ssh! You need to learn your place. Do you want to be a good little sissy or not?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Yes... sorry. Yes, I do."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"...Good. Ok, which one of you boys wants to see if $name's a good dancer? In private, of course!"<br/><br/>
Some of the crowd dispersed at this point. It seemed they had only come to be entertained by the food, drink and hazing and were skipping any involvement directly with you. While they went to get drinks and relax on the sofas, there were still some men who stayed to consider Keaton's offer.<br/><br/>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>
<span class="dean">Man: </span>"I fucking do! You know a girl who dresses like that will do anything to please."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="dean">Man: </span>"Eh, I'll pass. The way she's dressed doesn't really do it for me."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $smoothBody is 1>>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"Her body is so fucking smooth. How could I resist one this girly?"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"She could of made more of an effort with the body hair I think... I'd rather spend time with Jessica to be honest."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="khan">Man: </span>"I'm in! You know me, I love to meet the new girls, ha ha!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Alright, then! And I think I'll join too. I want to keep an eye on her. Come on $name, get yourself in that room over there!"<br/><br/>
He slapped your ass hard so hard it made you jump. The thin fabric of your underwear couldn't cushion the red, hot sting his palm imprinted on you. Already you were being treated like you were owned. Being treated like you had fantasized about while watching sissy porn. Now you would experience the reality of it. In real life, humiliating slaps on your ass hurt, both physically and emotionally. That pain you felt on your ass cheek was nothing compared to the damage done to your pride.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventOwnership.jpg" alt="sissy caption that you feel the need to be owned" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
Indulging in your deepest desires comes with a price, but it's a price you were seemed to be somewhat happy to pay... at least while you were horny that is. For all the fears you had about being sissy, right now you found it surprisingly easy to be compliant with the men's orders.<br/><br/>
[[Enter the private room|c2SissyAndSissyBFKeatonEvent][$c2EagerKeatonEventState = 4]]
<<elseif $c2EagerKeatonEventState is 4>>
The room was pretty small, and obviously not designed for a dance of any kind to take place here, but you would have to make do with it. It was crazy to think that these guys had probably been staring at your ass on the walk over here. The men sat on a bench inside after securely closing the door behind them. Someone switched on the room's light, which had been replaced with a red bulb, instantly giving the atmosphere a seedy feel; one perfect for making you ready to be the men's trashy little slut.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Man: </span>"Look at her... just look at her! Can you believe this bitch before us right now?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Ha ha, let's take this easy Al! Hell, this is the first time she's heard your name!"<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Al: </span>"Who knows, she could be the kind that prefers a stranger! All you need to know girl is I've had a lifelong appreciation of girls like you."<br/><br/>
You nodded politely at him, unsure at what to say to that. In some way, the slow pace they were treating you with was a turn off! You thought being a sissy was just about sex, but these men wanted to take their time with you.<br/><br/>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>
One of the men raised a bottle of drink to you and introduced himself.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Aiden: </span>"Aiden, and I'm not sure why I came here, heh... just a bit drunk maybe... and fucking horny too, ha ha!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $smoothBody is 1>>
<span class="anderson">Evan: </span>"I'm Evan. Can we just start already?"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Alright then. So $name... let's see what you got."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You want me to... to get naked?"<br/><br/>
<<if $smoothBody is 1>>
<span class="anderson">Evan: </span>"Ugh!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="khan">Al: </span>"Fuck no!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"He he, settle down boys. No, $name. We like girls, you understand? So we like the way you're dressed now. You shouldn't ever be naked around us."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Al: </span>"Without the clothes you're... I don't even want to think about it!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I misunderstood you, sorry Sir. And I'm happy to hear that... I don't feel like a girl without being dressed."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Good. Because from now on you will always be wearing panties. Ah, but I'm getting ahead of myself!"<br/><br/>
This was your first sign that this event wasn't a one time gig. You had always suspected, and kind of hoped, that this was going to be an ongoing thing. Why else give up your dignity if you weren't going to go fully down the sissy rabbit hole? Keaton had basically confirmed this was only the beginning.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Your going to be a good girl, $name. Maybe even the best we've ever had in here, or perhaps sluttiest would be the most appropriate description, ha! I can see you're eager to be it for us too. But we've gotten to know 'girls' like you well now, and we know if we push you too far, too quickly... you'll crash. Hard."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh, um... OK."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Al: </span>"He's saying you need some rigorous training first, bitch."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"That's right."<br/><br/>
They obviously had a slight idea of the complicated mix of feelings a sissy can have. The need to serve and be fucked by men, coupled with the constant self-doubt. The second guessing themselves about whether they were on the right path. The creeping feeling of it being wrong to submit. Should anyone really give up their dignity to become a fuck toy for men? But those doubts were for other sissies, not you. You knew your place and you were ready to accept it, how else would you of got this far?<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"You know what to do $name. Follow those instincts. Submit to us. Be the sissy you truly are."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Yes, sir."<br/><br/>
You stepped towards the men, with no real idea of what to actually do. You just let your instincts guide you, rotated clumsily on the spot, and went to go sit directly on Al. He grabbed your hips, and pulled you down hard on to him.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Al: </span>"Oh yeah, that's nice. Grind on it, bitch!"<br/><br/>
Yes, you were a bitch... you wanted this, you filthy sissy. You had volunteered to being another man's piece of ass. Most men would rather die than be you right now, but you were a natural for this.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventBeHisB.jpg" alt="sissy caption that urges you to let a man put his cock in your panties and be his bitch" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<<if $smoothBody is 1>>
<span class="anderson">Evan: </span>"Come on girl, work!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
You pushed your ass back into his crotch, the material of your panties pressed hard against your asshole. Keaton grabbed at your stocking clad legs, rubbing his hands over the smooth fabric. Your breath became heavier. You just hoped this meant you were doing a good job. That you were pleasing them.<br/><br/>
It was impossible to focus on your own pleasure, the only thing on your mind was being the best slut you could be for them.<br/><br/>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>
<span class="dean">Aiden: </span>"She's wet! Holy shit, she's wet!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"A true as they can come sissy. They can't even hide the excitement."<br/><br/>
Keaton pointed at your panties, a dot of precum stained the outside. It was no surprise to you though. How could you not be excited? You were being manhandled by men just the way you had always wanted. As you went to brush the wetness away with your hand, Al grabbed your wrist to stop you.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Al: </span>"Don't touch yourself, sissy!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I wasn't, I was-"<br/><br/>
He grabbed your other wrist too, pulled both your arms back so your ass was helplessly pulled back onto his groin, again and again.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"This is your new reality, $name. It seems you're enjoying it, for now."<br/><br/>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>
Aiden had been squeezing at your non-existent tits over you bra, but took a moment to pluck at the strap of your garter belt, snapping it hard on your skin.<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Aiden: </span>"Oh wow... you really live to serve, you naughty fucking bitch!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I- I..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Is this everything you've dreamed about, slut?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Y-yes! Yes this is what I've wanted, sir!"<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Al: </span>"Fuck, Keaton! She's so fucking submissive!"<br/><br/>
There was a hard poke in your ass now. Al was rock solid, and every time he pulled you back on him you felt him prod directly at your asshole. You couldn't help it any longer. Your penis came untucked, growing to make a small tent in your tiny panties.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"You filthy little pervert! You're just lucky it's it still fits in there!"<br/><br/>
You were living both a dream and a nightmare. You were hard from just grinding on men! Shame mixed with pleasure, as your stiff cock proved to them just how much of a pussy you truly are.<br/><br/>
<<if $smoothBody is 1 and $khanState6Gift is 1>>
<span class="anderson">Evan: </span>"That's gross! Sorry Keaton, but I'm out of here. Nobody wants to see your cock, bitch!<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Aiden: </span>"Um, yeah, that's not for me! I'm here for girls only, you know what I mean?"<br/><br/>
The two men left the room, looking flustered and annoyed. You felt disappointed that you weren't good enough for them.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $khanState6Gift is 1>>
<span class="dean">Aiden: </span>"Um, yeah, that's not for me! I'm here for girls only, you know what I mean?"<br/><br/>
Aiden left the room, looking flustered and annoyed. You felt disappointed that you weren't good enough for him.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $smoothBody is 1>>
<span class="anderson">Evan: </span>"That's gross! Sorry Keaton, but I'm out of here. Nobody wants to see your cock, bitch!"<br/><br/>
Evan left the room, looking flustered and annoyed. You felt disappointed that you weren't good enough for him.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh no... oh fuck! I didn't mean to..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"God you're pathetic! Just calm down, you won't have to worry about accidents like this soon!"<br/><br/>
You weren't sure what that meant for you, other than reassuring you it was fine for you to carry on even with the tent in your panties. Al released you from his grip, and you seized the opportunity to adjust your bulge.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Al: </span>"Ha, she's all worried about it! How cute... but this is the only one she needs to be concerned with..."<br/><br/>
You turned to face Al, only to see him staring you dead in the eye. He opened up the front of his jeans, revealing his huge cock that had been constrained underneath. You mouth was agape at the size of it, it must of been 8 inches; thick and hard. You couldn't avert your eyes from it, as though you were magnetically drawn to staring at it. The time for only playing the part of slut was over. Now was the time to really be one. Without even thinking, you sank onto your knees in front of him.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Al: </span>"Do you see this Keaton? I didn't even need to ask, aha ha!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Al, what did I say? Only a lap dance!"<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Al: </span>"She wants it, she fucking wants it now!"<br/><br/>
Al was right. Your mouth was drooling and as you completely failed to hold yourself back. You placed your hands on each of his muscular legs and drew your head closer to the cock. Al baited you towards it with a teasing wiggle of it.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"$name, slow yourself down. You're being a very greedy girl!"<br/><br/>
No, Keaton was wrong. You wanted this and you wanted it now! You needed it! All those nights alone watching sissy porn, knowing full well that's what you wanted too! So many secret conversations with men on chat rooms, sending them your dirty pics, and touching yourself through your panties as they talked about degrading you. All of it had built to this point! You couldn't just not do this. You had to be a real sissy slut!<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Al: </span>"Don't listen to Keaton. Come on, put your mouth on a real man's cock!"<br/><br/>
You closed your eyes. You had to overcome yourself and do this. A strong inner voice formed within you. A train of thought too compulsive to ignore...<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Fucking do it! You don't have to hold back anymore! You. Are. A. Sissy. Accept it! Show them who you are!</span><br/><br/>
[[Do it! What are you waiting for sissy? Suck this man's cock.|c2SissyAndSissyBFKeatonEvent][$c2EagerKeatonEventState = 5]]
<<elseif $c2EagerKeatonEventState is 5>>
You opened your mouth slowly, any mixed feelings you had about going this far were completely overridden by your determination to wrap your lips on your first cock. You were ready, you were really going to do this... or so you thought.<br/><br/>
Right at the moment you went to suck Al's cock, you felt something on your bulge. Keaton's palm placed itself hard on the outside of your panties! You felt a strong pressure placed down on them, followed by a quick up and down motion. The sensation felt similar to a time you rubbed up against a mattress while dressed up and horny one time. It barely took a few seconds before you suddenly came! A small burst of cum jettisoned through the pantie material pathetically.<br/><br/>
It was one of the worst orgasms you had ever experienced... too shocking to be pleasurable, and the comedown to real life was almost too intense to bear.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ugh... ah!!!"<br/><br/>
You could feel yourself crashing from your urges, as your thoughts turned sharply to that of disgust. Still strong and direct as before, but with a completely different perception, one of pure shame.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">What have you done! What the FUCK have you done! Why would you do this to yourself!?</span><br/><br/>
You opened your eyes, unable to understand how this had happened. How you suddenly felt so wrong. Keaton was pulling up his hand back to himself, with a cold expression on his face. Your jizz dribbled down the front of your bulge before dripping onto the floor.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventWhatsTheMatter.jpg" alt="sissy caption asking you if you cant handle your sissy desires" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Oh... is there a problem here, $name?"<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Al: </span>"Keaton!!! Why the fuck did you do that?"<br/><br/>
You couldn't hold back tears welling up in your eyes. They streaming down your cheeks, just like the cum that had just poured down the front of your pantie-covered bulge. This all too familiar and awful feeling of shame was only growing stronger. It was the horrible overwhelming emotion that came to you every single time after you had finished 'dressing up'. Humiliation. Regret. Self-loathing.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">They all saw you like this! There's no going back now, they'll always see you as a sissy! But you're not! YOU'RE NOT!</span><br/><br/>
With it came the reversion back to the 'default' you. You're not really a sissy, you're $name! You're $name and you're straight... you're a man for fucks sake! It's time to stop this. That was the last time, you'll never do this again!<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">Get this shit off. Get this fucking shit off NOW!</span><br/><br/>
You needed to peel these sticky clothes off of your body! To throw away this dumb looking wig. To clean your face of all the ridiculous fucking makeup!<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">Why do you do this? Why do you keep debasing yourself like this. What is WRONG with you?</span><br/><br/>
The inner monologue was brutal, but unlike times before, here there were witnesses to your personal embarrassment. Al's erect cock still stood proudly a mere inch away from your face, and right now it was the most hideous thing you had seen in your life.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">No! Get it away!!!</span><br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"What's the matter $name, you were about to suck Al's cock, weren't you?"<br/><br/>
Al didn't say anything, just used his fingers to wobble it in front of you, with an arrogant smile on his face. You could feel your panties were soaked with a cold, unpleasant dampness. Not all of it had shot through, some had leaked inside. You could feel it squish against your flaccid cock; squelching within the tight space of the panties. You fell into a heap of unbearable shame, and stared down at the floor.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh no... no..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Yeah, I don't think she wants to anymore, Al."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Al: </span>"What! Why?"<br/><br/>
Why did you do this to yourself? How could you let this happen? You didn't dare move. What were you supposed to do, just go back out there... like this!? You're not really a sissy slut after all, are you? Just a depraved little porn addict! No... this doesn't need to be as bad as it seems. It's... fine. Yeah, it's OK. This can be a... pivotal moment. It can be your rock bottom.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">You'll pick yourself up from here. You'll get rid of all this sissy stuff immediately! You'll work out! You'll be a real man again!</span><br/><br/>
Your thoughts raced as you tried desperately to spin the situation in a positive light, but they were crudely interrupted by a pair of fingers clicking in front of your face.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Hey, hello! Anyone there?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "K-Keaton... I... I don't want this."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"It's sir, remember?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "N-no, no I'm-"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"It's sir! Now listen up sissy because this part is important."<br/><br/>
You said nothing, but raised your head slowly to look at Keaton. You were a miserable, defeated loser looking up to a confident, superior, and everyone knew it.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"You're experiencing post-nut clarity right now, $name. I'm sure you've felt this many times before. The hurt. The confusion. In this moment, you don't feel like a sissy anymore, do you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Yes, that's right... s-sir."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Al: </span>"But. You. Are."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Yes, you are."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Please-"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"$name, come on now! I'm not trying to cause you pain! You. Are. A. Sissy. This isn't news to you! When you got that note from me, you were excited, weren't you?"<br/><br/>
You were. You had picked this path. Like so many times before, you had chosen the path of the sissy. And now like so many times before you regretted it. This was a cycle with no end. Some kind of personal hell. You knew it was only amount of time until you wanted this again...<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Yes...</span><br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"$name, I'm going to be real with you. You are going to be our bitch for the rest of your time in here. You are going to suck real men's cocks and get fucked in your girly tight ass, and you're going to thank us for it! And it may not seem like it now, but we won't even need to convince you to do it. You're going to want to do it!"<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Yes!</span><br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">N-no! Don't-</span><br/><br/>
You felt your limp cock swell a little at his words. It wasn't much, but it was a sign.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Even with the shame, you know what you truly want...</span><br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">That's not true! It's not!</span><br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Stop lying to yourself... you want be feminine... to be desired...</span><br/><br/>
Even in this moment, part of you was turned on at the tempting urges within you! You couldn't take this mix of emotions! It was almost like you were screaming inside your head as you questioned your own identity. Am I a sissy or not? Why is it so hard? Why does it have to be like this!?<br/><br/>
Al stood up and zipped himself up, his horniness had worn off and he wasn't happy about it.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Al: </span>"Get it together, you fucking cock tease!"<br/><br/>
He left the room in a huff, leaving the door wide open. Some men leered at you from outside before Keaton closed it. His voice became more commanding.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Here... hold out your hand. I think we both know you've watched enough porn to recognize what this is."<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/pinkChastity.jpg" alt="A pink chastity device" class="storyImage">
He placed a pink plastic moulding and a small padlock in your hands. Keaton was right; despite never owning one yourself, you were well aware what a chastity device was.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"You've still got plenty of time left in here. Pick yourself up, clean up your mess and then put this on. I promise you, it will help you enjoy the rest of your stay."<br/><br/>
You didn't want to say anything. You couldn't tell Keaton what you would do next. But thinking rationally, you knew he was right. You couldn't deny you hadn't wanted to go down this path, in fact you had been eager to do it from the moment you got Keaton's note.<br/><br/>
You had already sacrificed your dignity here, it was unrecoverable at this point. There was no way back from that humiliation, at least in the other men's eyes.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">No going back... Don't you get it? You can't stop this!</span><br/><br/>
Most of all though, you couldn't deny that you really were turned on being a sissy, right up until the moment you came. Could chastity really help? What choice did you have other than to try? Such thoughts seemed to make the voice of shame fade away. You nodded positively to Keaton.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"There you go... good girl. I'm going to set you up with a new room... we can't have the girls and guys alone together in here, that would be insane! JESSICA! Could you take $name to her her new room, please? Remember what I said $name, OK?"<br/><br/>
He slapped you hard on the ass again like he had earlier, but there was no pleasure mixed in the pain this time. Some of the cum in your panties escaped, dribbling down the side of your groin and leg.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Oh... you don't look so good, sweetie! Let's get you back to somewhere more comfortable!"<br/><br/>
You silently got up to go with her. She reached out to hold your hand, which you took. It was a small act of affection, but the reassuring feeling you got from having her warm palm in yours was exactly what you needed right now.<br/><br/>
As you looked to the floor to advoid anyone else's gaze, Jessica led you away. Both of you walked the now quiet halls of Grenton. It was difficult to hide the expression of displeasure on your face as your panties bunched uncomfortably tight up your ass, along with the friction of the wet material against your limp dick. Jessica picked gently at a bra strap that had fell from your bare shoulder, placing it back with care before smiling at you.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Hey, no need to look like that, hun! I promise you, no matter how you're feeling now... things are going to get better!"<br/><br/>
[[Continue|SSYtempEnding]]
<<else>>
Something wrong: Major $c2EagerKeatonEventState if statement.
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEventState is 0>>
Your heart was pounding as you walked the corridors to the Rec room. You had made the decision to go along with Keaton's request, but despite begrudgingly accepting this was the best option, you were still incredibly nervous. You had no idea what was really expected of you, but you hoped whatever it was would be over and done with quickly.<br/><br/>
<<if $sexyUnderwearPicked is 1>>
To think your life had come to this, that you were going to dress up in front of a bunch of men! It was still hard to believe you were in this mess. As much as you had come prepared to do this, it didn't make things feel any easier.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/redSatinSet.jpg" alt="sexy red satin bra and red satin with mesh backed panties" class="storyImage">
You used a backpack to carry the red bra and panties you got from the commissary, as it was far too embarrassing to carry them out in the open. Picking these over the ugly pair showed Keaton you took his request seriously, which took away risking angering him. It was the safe choice, you rold yourself.<br/><br/>
<<if $playerHistory is 'cd'>>Not only that, your love of crossdressing made it hard to turn down choosing such sexy lingerie. It's the kind of set you'd love to wear once this is over, if you actually had somewhere private to dress up.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $uglyUnderwearPicked is 1>>
To think your life had come to this, that you were going to dress up in front of a bunch of men! It was still hard to believe you were in this mess. As much as you had come prepared to do this, it didn't make things feel any easier.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/uglyUnderwearSet.jpg" alt="ugly bra and panties" class="storyImage">
Your backpack carried the ugly bra and panties you got from the commissary, as you were too embarrassed to carry them out in the open. Picking these over the sexy pair would hopefully send the right message to Keaton and his men, that you had no enthusiasm for this. The only problem with this plan was it risked angering him. It was a courageous choice, but didn't take away any of the embarrassment you were about to go through.<br/><br/>
<<if $playerHistory is 'cd'>>
In fact, with your hobby of enjoying crossdressing, it was in some ways more so. You would never choose to wear something as gross as this!<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<else>>
Your anxiety was heightened by the fact you hadn't done much preparation for this. Though you had decided to go along with the demand from Keaton, you hadn't found any feminine clothing to do so in. Obviously this risked angering him, but what choice did you have but turn up at his event? All that could be done was to hope for the best.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
As you approached your destination, you noticed someone at the door of the Rec room's entrance. A man of average build, who noticed you and immediately pulled a look of displeasure on their face. From his first words, it was clear he was part of Keaton's gang.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Well, well,... you're $name, I understand? But oh dear... you're dressed as a man!"<br/><br/>
<<if $sexyUnderwearPicked is 1 or $uglyUnderwearPicked>>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What? B-but I'm not changed yet!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Ah, so you've brought something to wear? Well, it wasn't entirely unexpected that you'd arrive not fully dressed, to be honest. There's a cupboard you can get changed in just there."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Y-yes, t-thank you."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Hey, don't be nervous now! Sounds like you put in some effort at least, not all the girls do their first time!"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... I didn't find any... suitable clothes, for this."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Ah, I see! Well, don't worry. To be honest not a lot of the girls do bring something to wear on their first time. There's a cupboard you can dress in just over there. Feel free to wear whatever fits. Go on now."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
You felt your face burn with shame as he implied you were a girl. And the way he said 'first time' made you sick to your stomach. Surely there wouldn't be a need to do this again!? You weren't going to say anything. You had to go along with this, at least for now, you told yourself.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Get going girl, you'll hold things up! Go get dressed!"<br/><br/>
<<if $sexyUnderwearPicked is 1 or $uglyUnderwearPicked>>
A lot was going through your mind in this moment, but the main thing was your desire to just get this humiliation over and done with. You went into the cupboard as directed.<br/><br/>
The door had a lock, so at least you could get changed with no disruption. You took off your male clothes and carefully placed them in your bag. It was impossible to stop the uncontrollable shaking of your body now, the anticipation was becoming all too much.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEvent][$c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEventState = 1]]
<<else>>
The word 'girl' rang in your head. In the tone of voice the man called you it, it was impossible not to feel frustrated. A lot was going through your mind in this moment. The main thing you felt was the need to just get this humiliation over and done with, but other emotions stirred within you as well.<br/><br/>
You stared at the cupboard the man had directed you to.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Do are you've been told and get changed.|c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEvent][$c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEventState = 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Swing a punch at the man|c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEvent][$c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEventState = 30]]</div>
<</if>>
<<elseif $c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEventState is 1>>
<<if $playerTop.isEmpty()>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerTops.pickUp($playerTop.show())>><<dropall '$playerTop'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerBottom.isEmpty()>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerBottoms.pickUp($playerBottom.show())>><<dropall '$playerBottom'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerAnkle.isEmpty()>>
<<pickup '$playerAnkle' 'Black stockings'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerAnkles.pickUp($playerAnkle.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerAnkle'>>
<<pickup '$playerAnkle' 'Black stockings'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerFeet.isEmpty()>>
<<pickup '$playerFeet' 'Black patent leather heels'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerFeets.pickUp($playerFeet.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerFeet'>>
<<pickup '$playerFeet' 'Black patent leather heels'>>
<</if>>
<<if $sexyUnderwearPicked is 1>>
<<if $playerBra.has('Red satin bra') and $playerUnderwear.has('Red satin panties')>>
You were already wearing your bra and panties underneath your clothes, and slipped off the male clothes covering them. <<if $playerHistory is 'cd'>>While you had dressed many times before, doing so in Grenton didn't provide you as much pleasure as it did in private. You had never felt so exposed in your life, and you weren't even in public yet!<<else>>This felt so fucking strange. The cool air on your exposed skin. The tight satin squeezing on your crotch. Maybe picking the sexy underwear wasn't the best choice, because even you were curious to see how girly you looked like right now. You came to your senses suddenly, shaking your head in disbelief at the thought.<</if>><br/><br/>
<<else>>
It was time to put on the women's clothes you had brought with you. You took the straps of the red satin bra, and fastened it around your chest. <<if $playerHistory is 'cd'>>This obviously wasn't your first time doing this, and you hooked it together with ease.<<else>>You hadn't wore one before and it took quite some time to put it on correctly and finally hook it together. It was a strange feeling wearing it.<</if>><br/><br/>
<</if>>
<img src="images/items/redSatinSet.jpg" alt="sexy red satin bra and red satin with mesh backed panties" class="storyImage">
<<if $playerBra.has('Red satin bra')>>
<<else>>
<<if $playerBra.isEmpty()>>
<<transfer '$playerBras' '$playerBra' 'Red satin bra'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerBras.pickUp($playerBra.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerBra'>>
<<transfer '$playerBras' '$playerBra' 'Red satin bra'>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwear.has('Red satin panties')>>
<<else>>
<<if $playerUnderwear.isEmpty()>>
<<transfer '$playerUnderwears' '$playerUnderwear' 'Red satin panties'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerUnderwears.pickUp($playerUnderwear.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerUnderwear'>>
<<transfer '$playerUnderwears' '$playerUnderwear' 'Red satin panties'>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerHistory is 'cd'>>It was impossible for you not to be excited by the feeling of wearing such a pretty bra. You looked down to see you wouldn't be able to fit in the panties right now. Even in a situation as dire as this, crossdressing still turned you on so hard. There wasn't even a mirror in here for you to look at yourself, but the sensation of the fabric on your skin, and imagining how girly you must look right now was more than enough. You took a deep breath to try to calm down, the intense mix of nervousness and horniness was making it impossible to focus on what you had to do. It took a while but you were able to become limp again, and slipped the red panties on quickly while you could still fit in them.<<else>>There was no mirror to take a look at yourself, but you were kind of curious to imagine how you must look right now. It's been a while since you've had female contact, and getting to imagine yourself so close to a girl right now (even if that girl was actually just you in drag) was the closest thing to that. It was a bizarre feeling. You focused on the task at hand, slipping on the red panties. They were so much tighter than men's underwear, yet felt kind of nice. You adjusted your limp cock to tuck it in the panties, not wanting to expose yourself more than you had to.<</if>><br/><br/>
You couldn't help but run your fingers over the red satin bra. It felt so nice; smooth and pleasantly cool to touch. It wasn't able to distract you for long though, as the door of the cupboard was suddenly knocked sharply.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $uglyUnderwearPicked is 1>>
<<if $playerBra.has('Ugly bra') and $playerUnderwear.has('Ugly panties')>>
With a feeling of sadness, your undressing revealed the girly, yet ugly, underwear underneath. The musty looking bra felt small and tight on your chest. It didn't give an illusion of you having tits but it certainly looked feminine, at least somewhat. The fabric itself was soft, but parts of it itched. You felt uncomfortable both mentally and physically right now. The matching panties didn't feel much better either, <<if $playerHistory is 'cd'>>but despite the discomforting material, the familiar feeling of panties still turned you on a little. Your hobby for crossdressing was still a turn on even in a situation like this! You waited patiently to become less excited, then tucked your limp cock in securely.<<else>>they were so much tighter than men's underwear! The feeling was so unusual for you. You fiddled with your limp cock to tuck it in the panties, not wanting to expose yourself more than you had to.<</if>>
<<else>>
<<if $playerBra.has('Ugly bra')>>
<<else>>
<<if $playerBra.isEmpty()>>
<<transfer '$playerBras' '$playerBra' 'Ugly bra'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerBras.pickUp($playerBra.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerBra'>>
<<transfer '$playerBras' '$playerBra' 'Ugly bra'>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwear.has('Ugly panties')>>
<<else>>
<<if $playerUnderwear.isEmpty()>>
<<transfer '$playerUnderwears' '$playerUnderwear' 'Ugly panties'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerUnderwears.pickUp($playerUnderwear.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerUnderwear'>>
<<transfer '$playerUnderwears' '$playerUnderwear' 'Ugly panties'>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
With a feeling of sadness, you knew it was time to put on the ugly underwear you brought with you. You pulled the musty looking bra top over your head, where it felt small and tight on your chest. It didn't give an illusion of you having tits but it must of certainly looked somewhat feminine at least. The fabric itself was soft, but parts of it itched. You felt uncomfortable both mentally and physically right now. Without delaying you put on the matching panties too. <<if $playerHistory is 'cd'>>Despite the discomforting material, the familiar feeling of panties still turned you on a little. Your hobby for crossdressing was still a turn on even in a situation like this! You waited patiently to become less excited, then tucked your limp cock in securely.<<else>>They were so much tighter than men's underwear, it was an unusual feeling for you. You fiddled with your limp cock to tuck it in the panties, not wanting to expose yourself more than you had to.
<</if>>
<</if>><br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/uglyUnderwearSet.jpg" alt="ugly bra and panties" class="storyImage">
<<if $playerBra.has('Ugly bra')>>
<<else>>
<<if $playerBra.isEmpty()>>
<<transfer '$playerBras' '$playerBra' 'Ugly bra'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerBras.pickUp($playerBra.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerBra'>>
<<transfer '$playerBras' '$playerBra' 'Ugly bra'>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwear.has('Ugly panties')>>
<<else>>
<<if $playerUnderwear.isEmpty()>>
<<transfer '$playerUnderwears' '$playerUnderwear' 'Ugly panties'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerUnderwears.pickUp($playerUnderwear.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerUnderwear'>>
<<transfer '$playerUnderwears' '$playerUnderwear' 'Ugly panties'>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
You scratched at yourself as the material irritated your skin. You suddenly felt very worried about the decision made. This outfit must look like your treating this like a joke. You just hoped the risk would pay off and be the complete turn off you intended it to be. The uncomfortable feeling didn't distract you for long, as the door of the cupboard was suddenly knocked sharply.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
There was a small paper bag nearby, feminine and fancy looking, like the kind lingerie stores use. It seemed Keaton's men were well prepared for anybody who would arrive with nothing. You took out the items inside, momentarily enjoying the feeling of the smooth material in your hands. In the cupboard's low light you could just about make out a red satin bra, with a matching pair of panties. This is what you'd be wearing for them. There was no backing out of this. With a feeling of surrender you put on the women's underwear.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/redSatinSet.jpg" alt="sexy red satin bra and red satin with mesh backed panties" class="storyImage">
<<if $playerBra.isEmpty()>>
<<pickup '$playerBra' 'Red satin bra'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerBras.pickUp($playerBra.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerBra'>>
<<pickup '$playerBra' 'Red satin bra'>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerUnderwear.isEmpty()>>
<<pickup '$playerUnderwear' 'Red satin panties'>>
<<else>>
<<run $playerUnderwears.pickUp($playerUnderwear.show())>>
<<dropall '$playerUnderwear'>>
<<pickup '$playerUnderwear' 'Red satin panties'>>
<</if>>
You took the straps of the red satin bra, and fastened it around your chest. <<if $playerHistory is 'cd'>>This obviously wasn't your first time doing this, as you hooked it together with ease.<<else>>You hadn't wore one before and it took some time to put it on correctly and hook it together. It was an odd feeling.<</if>><br/><br/>
<<if $playerHistory is 'cd'>>It was impossible for you not to be excited by the feeling of wearing such a pretty bra. You looked down to see you wouldn't be able to fit in the panties right now. Even in a situation as dire as this, crossdressing still turned you on so hard. There wasn't even a mirror in here for you to look at yourself, but the sensation of the fabric on your skin, and imagining how girly you must look right now was more than enough. You took a deep breath to try to calm down, the intense mix of nervousness and horniness was making it impossible to focus on what you had to do. It took a while but you were able to become limp again, and slipped the red panties on quickly while you could still fit in them.<<else>>There was no mirror to take a look at yourself, but you were kind of curious to imagine how you must look right now. It's been a while since you've had female contact, and getting to imagine yourself so close to a girl right now (even if that girl was actually just you in drag) was the closest thing to that. It was a bizarre feeling. You focused on the task at hand, slipping on the red panties. They were so much tighter than men's underwear, yet felt kind of nice. You adjusted your limp cock to tuck it in the panties, not wanting to expose yourself more than you had to.<</if>><br/><br/>
You couldn't help but run your fingers over the red satin bra. It felt so nice; smooth and pleasantly cool to touch. It wasn't able to distract you for long though, as the door of the cupboard was suddenly knocked sharply.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="male">???: </span>"You must be ready by now girl, surely?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Uh... oh... just a minute, please!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Well, hurry up!"<br/><br/>
The fear coursing through you was unbearable. It took everything you had just to keep standing up straight. Despite how you felt, you couldn't postpone any longer. You closed your eyes tight, ready as you'd ever be to bear the humiliation of whatever comes next.<br/><br/>
You opened the door and stepped blindly back into the corridor. The man from earlier was all too ready to judge you.<br/><br/>
<<if $sexyUnderwearPicked is 1>>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Woo... oh yes... lady in red! Very nice..."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $uglyUnderwearPicked is 1>>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Um... uh OK... that's uh... an interesting outfit!"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Woo... oh yes... lady in red! Very nice..."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
You had never felt so exposed in your life. You still kept your eyes shut, and desperately tried to cover yourself with your hands, but so much of you was on display it was futile. The man seemed to be still inspecting you.<br/><br/>
<<if $smoothBody is 1>>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Fully smooth body! My my, you've put in some effort here. But something's missing... here, these stockings will go nicely on those pretty legs of yours, and the look wouldn't be complete without heels!"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="male">???: </span>"How disappointing you're not as smooth as a girl should be! Damn... if only we had more time. Hmm... well, you're not that hairy! Quickly, use this razor. You can just shave that little tuft of hair on your chest. And take these stockings, wear em nice and high, OK? That'll cover your legs just right. Of course, your look wouldn't be complete without heels, you know! Here, have these!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
You took the items from him, briefly opening your eyes to see his face looking at you gleefully. You tried to pull no facial expression, not wanting to show any signs of how this treatment was getting to you, as you retreated back into the cupboard to change once more.<br/><br/>
<<if $smoothBody is 1>>
You put on the stockings, pulling them gently up on your smooth legs. The stockings were opaque enough to hide everything underneath, so it seemed the men might not notice the effort you went to of getting smooth. Still, the fine fabric on your bare skin felt pretty nice.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
You took off your bra and shaved the chest hair quickly. You didn't have the coarsest body hair so it didn't take long. After brushing away the stray hairs, you got changed again. You couldn't deny how much better the fabric felt on bare skin like this.<br/><br/>
Next to go on were the stockings, pulling them high up, just like you were told. It seemed to work in covering up your lack of smoothness. The stockings were opaque enough to hide everything underneath, though your body hair irritated your skin as it rubbed against the tight fabric.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
The heels you were given were patent black. Not the ideal choice to go with your outfit but did that matter? You shuffled your stocking-clad feet inside, finding them to be a perfect fit. Despite that though you weren't used to walking in them. Just turning around in the cupboard was hard while wearing them. You supported yourself on the walls, as you clumsily exited the room. Your nerves had faded somewhat at this point, leaving you able to concentrate on doing as you were told so this could end as soon as possible.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"There she is! Ready as she'll ever be right?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Uh... I'm not sure I can... do this... please..."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Relax, you're doing great! Don't worry so much, the way you're feeling is normal! Now then $name, you've got a show to prepare for..."<br/><br/>
He held at your arm to support you, but it wasn't in an intimate way, just the bare minimum to stop you falling in your new shoes while he guided you inside the rec room. You tried to step as carefully as you could, but right now you felt like a complete embarrassment! From a quick peek around, you noticed the Rec room was quite different than usual.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventTable.jpg" alt="A table with drinks bottles and glasses on it" class="storyImage">
Most notable was a table brimming with food containers and drinks. Oddly enough, it seemed to be mostly chocolates and cakes, along with bottles of vodka, whiskey and rum and cans of coke. Somehow sofas had been added, proper sofas, though you had no idea how they had got in here. The usual TV was replaced with a large, new looking flat screen. It wasn't just items though. A couple of men were there. Their eyes felt like they pierced into you as you went where you were told.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Ok $name, you're doing good. The event will start soon, but if you head into that back room over there, you can find the other girls before things begin. Go ahead and meet them!"<br/><br/>
You couldn't even find words right now as your mind flooded with feelings of shame. Ironically, the least embarassing option was to obediently follow the man's instructions. It was the quickest way to get the leering men's eyes off of you and your slutty attire. You hobbled away as swiftly as you could in your heels, haunted by the men's laughs at your expense as you left.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEvent][$c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEventState = 2]]
<<elseif $c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEventState is 2>>
<<dropall '$playerHair'>>
<<pickup '$playerHair' 'blonde hair'>>
You arrived in the area the man directed you to and leaned on the wall. It was finally a moment to catch your breath, though all too short.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">???: </span>"Hey! Hello, over here!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Um, hi?"<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">???: </span>"Where are you looking? We're this way!"<br/><br/>
You turned your head while narrowing your eyes, then made out some figures on the other side of the room.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">???: </span>"Now she sees! Hey, I'm Jessica!"<br/><br/>
You moved over to her, making effort to seem friendly as you could in this situation. The other girls with her didn't say much, they looked pretty nervous too. All of them looked girly, though to various different extents. You couldn't help but notice your outfit was one of the more revealing ones. Jessica was the only one who didn't seem shy, standing confidently with her hands at her hips.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Wow... quite an outfit! What's your name?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm... I'm $name. N-nice to meet you."<br/><br/>
Jessica smiled back at you happily. She had that aura of genuine sincerity that only a few people have, the kind that puts those around them instinctively at ease. It was odd to get this vibe from her, because she was dressed incredibly slutty. Sheer tights covered her blue panties, and she wore a matching blue bra. No top, no skirt, just the bare essentials it took to look feminine, it seemed. She seemed like a natural beauty, especially with her shoulder-length dark brown hair.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventSsy1.jpg" alt="the view of a sissy with bulge in panties" class="storyImage"><br/>
<<if $mateType is "sissy">>
Suddenly one of the girls perked their head up to notice you. It was $mate! Both your eyes locked, but you were too shocked to react. You suspected $mate felt the same way!<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"No need to be nervous! You're not the only one... though you are the last one we were waiting for!"<br/><br/>
It was a little comforting to not be the only one doing this. Jessica<<if $mateType is "sissy">> and $mate<</if>> looked like they had done everything possible to look slutty too. Oddly though, you noticed the others hadn't put in anywhere near as much effort.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Listen, I was just telling the others... this event isn't that big a deal! You don't need to be chattering your teeth like that, alright? All we do is go out there dressed how we are, once our names are called. Then we just sit with the men for a bit. It's like an icebreaker, a hazing type thing!"<br/><br/>
You found Jessica's definition of what a big deal was to be quite the understatement, but finally having certainty of what this event really was did help calm you a little. Still, the event itself still seemed strange.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Um... but why do they specifically do this... as an icebreaker?"<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Beat's me! It's just how things are done, I guess. Don't take it too seriously."<br/><br/>
If Jessica knew anything she was good at hiding it. It was good to know you weren't alone in doing this event, but now you only had more questions. Did every guy have to do this to get in Keaton's gang? Considering how many of you 'girls' there were here, it seemed like they did. Maybe this was just a hazing part of the initiation after all. For the first time in a while, it felt like maybe things could turn out OK.<br/><br/>
<<if $mateType is "sissy">>
As your apprehension began to subside, you felt able to speak to $mate, getting their attention with a tap on the shoulder. It was bizarre to be in $mate's company dressed like this, but any shame you had seemed to be shared by both of you.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Pretty crazy situation we're in, aren't we? So... how are you? I almost never see you around here."<br/><br/>
<span class="mate">$mate:</span> "$name... I'm... doing OK but... seeing you now... I'm... I'm so sorry we're in this mess!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Hey, it's OK! I know it's tough, I felt sick on the way over here! But, at least we're not in this alone."<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventMatePink.jpg" alt="the view of a sissy in a pink skirt" class="storyImage"><br/>
You noticed $mate was getting less anxious. You couldn't help but notice he was trying subtly to check out your outfit, and quite frankly you were curious to check out theirs's in return. It was much more modest than your clothes, a pink body-con dress, the kind a woman would wear to go clubbing. It was tight on $mate's slim body, making their figure look girly in a way you had never noticed before. $mate's hair was growing out even before coming to Grenton, but it seemed it had been styled to look more feminine.<br/><br/>
<span class="mate">$mate</span> "I'm sorry I haven't visited you in here. I tried to keep a low profile after getting involved in Keaton's gang. I couldn't tell you in time..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ha... I guess we're both as bad as each other. First getting sent here, and now involved in this! I just hope what Jessica says is true, then this might be over soon."<br/><br/>
<span class="mate">$mate:</span> "I... I think so. You know, seeing you is making me feel better too. L-let's get this finished with, shall we?"<br/><br/>
You nodded in agreement, but the quake of fear in $mate's voice made it difficult not to feel worried again too.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Um, $name... this is just a suggestion, but why not wear this?"<br/><br/>
She handed you a long blonde wig. You looked puzzled. You had obeyed what the man outside had told you to wear because you thought you had to, but did you need to do what Jessica says too? You didn't feel any pressure from her, and you didn't want the men to get the impression you were really trying to do this.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"You look pretty shaky still, darling. Look here, it's got a fringe to it! It'll help cover your face if you're feeling quite self-conscious. And you can hide your eyes from view if you're really shy!"<br/><br/>
It was a good point. You considered it for a bit, and had to agree that it would help. Not only could you hide your face, but the less you looked like yourself, the easier you found this whole situation. It felt like the less you looked like a man the more comfortable you were. It was like you were a different persona, and that oddly made this easier.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Thanks, Jessica."<br/><br/>
You put the wig on as best you could, which Jessica helped to adjust, brushing the fringe a little with her fingers. She touched her face in a daze, admiring how you looked.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Gosh... such a pretty face! Just imagine, with a little makeup..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "That's enough, thank you."<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"No... of course, I didn't mean anything..."<br/><br/>
Things were getting more bizarre by the minute. You couldn't take much more of this waiting, and luckily you wouldn't have to. From outside the room you heard the men gathering. The girl's were silent, as the audience went quieter and Keaton's voice came through.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"I think that's everyone! OK, come on girls let's get a look at you, ah ha ha! JESSICA!"<br/><br/>
Jessica got up quickly and left the room in a confident stride, only to be greeted by a cheering audience. It was the sound of the men making all kinds of noises... jeering, laughing, wolf whistles. It was hard not to feel intimidated by it all. Your heart pumped hard in your chest, so much so as to make you feel light headed. You tried to keep as composed as possible but it was difficult.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Alright then, how about another! $name, come on out here!"<br/><br/>
There it was. Your turn. You had never felt so sick to hear your own name. This was seriously happening!<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"$name! $name, come on now, don't be shy!"<br/><br/>
You couldn't keep them waiting any longer. You put one foot in front of the other as if unthinkingly, and made your way to the room full of men.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEvent][$c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEventState = 3]]
<<elseif $c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEventState is 3>>
You trotted out into the rec room, greeted by a crowd of men's eyes staring at you. It was surreal to be dressed like this in front of them. The shame of it was almost unbearable at this point. You bowed your head so the fringe covered your eyes like Jessica suggested, but it didn't help enough to subside the feeling of humiliation. There was so much noise, and the only thing you could make out clearly was Keaton telling you to stay put so that the men could keep eyeing you up.<br/><br/>
<<if $sexyUnderwearPicked is 1>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Wow, she's gone to quite some effort it seems! Turn around for us would you please, $name! Don't worry, I'm sure the boys like what they see."<br/><br/>
Let's just get this over with you told yourself again and again. If this was just some kind of fucked up gang initiation it would all be over soon. You rotated slowly on your heeled feet, but you couldn't help feel something odd. It was the fact nobody was laughing at you. If this was for hazing, people seemed to take it way to seriously. There was hollers and yells, but no heckles or laughing at you.<br/><br/>
<<if $smoothBody is 1>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Such smooth skin too... a proper girl this one is!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
It felt like this moment in time was in slow motion. You peered meekly at the faces of the men, then back to the sight of the red satin bra decorating your hairless chest. Thankfully none of you had spilled out the red panties you were wearing, you already felt exposed enough.<br/><br/>
<<if $playerHistory is 'cd'>>
You were almost glad that nerves had overwhelmed you. Your biggest fear was that your crossdressing fetish would be obvious to everyone if you got excited in these tiny panties, but that hadn't happened. You were trembling from stage fright, leaving you no energy to be horny right now.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Amazing, isn't she? I hear you brought that little number yourself. Seems like you set out to please us, and I have to say you did a good job!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "N-no, that's not-"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $uglyUnderwearPicked is 1>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Oh um... OK, um that's quite an outfit, $name!"<br/><br/>
As you came forward, it became clear to the group just how ugly your outfit was. There were statements of disbelief and disgust from the crowd, and even a boo from one man, but for you that was no problem. What was concerning was that you also got looks from men who seemed to still like what they saw! This was the opposite of what you hoped to achieve with this outfit. Keaton showed no emotion, which was worrying, he just scrutinised your appearance up and down, then finally spoke...<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Everyone... let's appreciate that $name went to a lot of effort with this! I think considering the short amount of time she's been in Grenton she's done a good job!"<br/><br/>
What? No, that's not what you intended at all!<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Look guys, I know it's not the sexiest outfit, but if that was the best she could find and she still came out here for us, I think she deserves some recognition for how far she will go to please us! Give her a cheer everybody!<<if $smoothBody is 1>> Oh, and look... her skin is smooth too! You can't say this one didn't try!<</if>>"<br/><br/>
Some of the men clapped and cheered, and even some of the ones that commented negatively earlier seemed to be swayed by what Keaton had said. This had gone terribly wrong! Instead of finding you unattractive, they thought you were so keen to do this! They thought you were enthusiastic for wearing something so gross as long as it somewhat made you look like a girl! You tried to say something, but your words were blocked by a rising panic.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "N-no, that's not-"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Wow, she's gone to quite some effort it seems! Turn around for us would you please, $name. Don't worry, I'm sure the boys like what they see."<br/><br/>
Let's just get this over with you told yourself again and again. If this was just some kind of fucked up gang initiation it would all be over soon. You rotated slowly on your heeled feet, but you couldn't help feel something odd. It was the fact nobody was really laughing at you. If this was for hazing, people seemed to take it way to seriously. There was hollers and yells, at most some chuckling, but no heckles or outright laughing at you.<br/><br/>
<<if $smoothBody is 1>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Such smooth skin too... a proper girl this one is!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
Time felt like it was in slow motion. You peered meekly at the faces of the men, then back to the sight of the red satin bra decorating your hairless chest. Thankfully none of you had spilled out the red panties you were wearing. You already felt exposed enough but at least part of you was still private.<br/><br/>
<<if $playerHistory is 'cd'>>
You were almost glad that nerves had overwhelmed you. Your biggest fear was that your crossdressing fetish would be obvious to everyone if you got excited in these tiny panties, but that hadn't happened. You were trembling from stage fright, which must be overriding any horniness you could possibly have right now.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Amazing, isn't she? I hear you borrowed the outfit, but it sure does suit you! Want to keep it afterwards? Ha ha!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "N-no, that's-"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
You could barely raise your voice to be heard over the men, and before anyone could hear you a man had already interjected.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"I would love to get a closer look at the girl!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"You heard the man, $name!"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"Over here, I don't bite, he he!"<br/><br/>
Seriously, what the hell was this event? You looked around the room desperately, catching the image of Jessica sat on a man's lap, remembering what she told you earlier. You were expected to sit with the men... this should be the final part of this ridiculous experience. The final humiliation in a long line of them so far.<br/><br/>
A few men's eyes still drew to you as you approached the man, while Keaton continued on with the show. He introduced another girl to more cheers from the crowd. Those noises drowned out as you arrived in front of the man. He patted at his lap for you to sit.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"Ooh... you really do look like a girl, don't you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I don't-"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"Higher. Don't stop making an effort now."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Excuse me?"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"Your voice, it needs to be higher! You gotta sound the part too!"<br/><br/>
You were taken aback for a moment. You saw the men nearby looking at you menacingly, it was like they were expecting you to do as you were told. Looking round in desperation, you locked eyes with Jessica, who nonverbally signalled you to do it. If she was doing it, you guessed you could to, putting on a falsetto that honestly sounded a little silly.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span>"Well, I-"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"That's it, good girl!"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventGoodGirl.jpg" alt="thoughts about being a good girl going through your head" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
He put his hands on your hips and turned you gently around. His hands felt huge, and you found yourself just going along with where he was positioning you. Once facing away from him, he patted his lap again. You closed your eyes and slowly bent to sit down on him. You couldn't hide the begrudging expression on your face, but it wasn't noticed at all by the man, who couldn't see it. You perched meekly on his leg, the fabric of his jeans felt cold on the parts of your ass not covered by your panties.<br/><br/>
<<if $mateType is 'dom'>>
It was at that moment you heard a muffled laugh. You looked over to wear it was, only to see it was $mate! He was biting into his arm trying to contain his laughter! You quickly looked away in embarrassment. How could he do that to you? Why hadn't he even tired to help you in here? You didn't want to think anymore about him, especially while you were dressed like this.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"Oh yeah! This is nice, isn't it?"<br/><br/>
You weren't going to say anything. How much longer could this go on for? The man tightened his hands on you, and pulled you closer into him. You were right on his crotch now! You were dressed in panties, sat on another man's lap! You closed your eyes, you didn't want to even imagine anyone seeing you right now, even Jessica!<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"How does this feel?"<br/><br/>
It was hard to tell if the man was talking to you or just himself now. You didn't respond to him, but you knew the answer. Like a loser... like someone's bitch. How could you not? What would $gf think if she saw you like this? Your only solace was you weren't the only one doing this event but did that really change anything?<br/><br/>
The man started feeling at your body, putting his hands over your bra, before sliding them down the sides of your body towards your ass. This was way more than just hazing! The rest of the room seemed distant as he whispered in your ear.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"You're a good girl... aren't you?"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventGoodGirl2.jpg" alt="thoughts racing about being a good girl" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
He paused, because this time he definitely wanted an answer. The situation felt so unreal it was difficult to even form words, your mind just raced with panicked thoughts. The man just laughed. He took his grip off your ass before sliding his hand onto the front of your panties! His fingers were rubbing directly on your bulge!<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ah! Wh-what-"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"Ssh... there's no need for you to be nervous... you can be yourself here."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I- I don't know what you're t-talking about!"<br/><br/>
The man was breathing heavily in your ear as he touched you. You put your hand at his wrist to make him stop touching the front of you. Although he stopped, you could tell he had the strength to carry on if he wanted. He smiled as he whispered in your ear. <br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"There's no need to deny who you really are."<br/><br/>
Why was he doing this? It didn't seem like the other girls, no wait, the other guys that is, were being treated like this! You loosened your grip for a moment and the man rubbed his hands over you again. You had to do something! <br/><br/>
<<if $courageStat gte 20>>
<div class="choice">[[Tell the man enough is enough!|c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEvent][$c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEventState = 40]]<br/><span class="statBonus">An Ending</span></div><br/>
<<else>>
<div class="choice greyedOut">Not courageous enough to even consider doing anything else.</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[[Stay submissive.|c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEvent][$pervStat += 1; $c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEventState = 4]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEventState is 4>>
You tried to think of anything you could do to get away now, but you just couldn't focus. The shame had become far too much for you to endure. You tried to face away from everybody, flushing hot with embarrassment knowing that the other men were watching this man touch you like this. How you couldn't bring yourself to resist. How the fuck did you let yourself get in this situation? Why did you go along with this? What kind of man would let himself get to this point? Your mind wandered to $gf.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventGfJudge.jpg" alt="picture of your girlfriend looking judgmental" class="storyImage">
Just what would she think if she saw you like this? Your mind raced with thoughts, but nothing on how to get out of this situation. You simply couldn't think straight. You couldn't think of anything to change this... it was like your mind was clouded.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Oh wow, looks like someone's having fun!"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"She loves it! Seems we got a natural here!"<br/><br/>
They were talking about you! But no, that wasn't true. You didn't enjoy this! Who the hell would enjoy being treated like this?<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"She's getting a bit excited though, Phil! Maybe you should take her to the private room? As horny as she is, she might comedown too hard when she's... less excited. Especially if she's surrounded by all these guys."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Yes Boss! Ok girl, let's go shall we?"<br/><br/>
He used his hands to gently put you in a standing position. He was about to lead you to the room when Keaton interjected.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Oh and Phil... nothing more than a lap dance in there, understood? It's still early."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Hmpf... yeah, alright. Come on, girl, I'll lead the way!"<br/><br/>
You didn't want to follow. You wanted to scream. To yell that this had gone too far! To stop this shit immediately! And yet, as you made the first step, you realized, you had gotten hard. You weren't fully erect, but you cock had swollen, expanding itself into the side of your panties. You rushed to hide it with your hands! How could this happen? You didn't enjoy this, so how?<br/><br/>
There was no time to think now, you could only react. Maybe if you could get to the private room quick enough hopefully no other men would see. Or maybe you were just kidding yourself.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Oi! Whatcha waiting for, girl?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice"><span class="statBonus">Uncontrollably Horny Decision</span><br/>[[Obediently follow Phil to the private room.|c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEvent][$charmStat += 1; $closEvent1 = "gotHorny"; $c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEventState = 5]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice"><span class="statBonus">Uncontrollably Horny Decision</span><br/>[[Grind on him to momentarily distract him, attempting to buy time for your bulge to go down.|c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEvent][$pervStat += 1; $closEvent1 = "gotHornier"; $c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEventState = 5]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEventState is 5>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $closEvent1 is "gotHorny">>
To anyone watching you must of looked incredibly strange as you followed him to the private room. You walked in a odd manner, caused by trying to balance on your heels while also hiding the semi growing in your panties. It was the greatest shame of all, and that was saying something considering the situation!<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventDontLook.jpg" alt="a vision of you worried that men might see you horny in panties like this" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
It was crazy to think you had gotten yourself into a situation where giving a man a private lap dance was the 'best' option, but it was true! Better to be ashamed in private than out there in front of the other men.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $closEvent1 is "gotHornier">>
It was a desperate attempt to buy precious time. You kept your eyes looking at the floor, unable to bare a moment longer of these people seeing you like this, their silent judging eyes as they saw you and what you were about to do.<br/><br/>
Without any prompting, you suddenly rubbed you ass back hard into Phil's crotch, taking him by surprise. It felt so silly, but you rubbed back and forth again. The worst part of all was that it didn't seem to help your problem at all. Phil grabbed your hips and stopped you.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Horny one, aren't we? That'll feel better in the private room, OK? Let's go."<br/><br/>
He lifted you up and lead the way. To anyone watching you must of looked incredibly strange as you followed him to the private room. You walked in a odd manner, caused by trying to balance on your heels while also hiding the growing semi in your panties. It was the greatest shame of all, and that was saying something considering the situation!<br/><br/>
It was crazy to think you had gotten yourself into a situation where giving a man a private lap dance was the 'best' option, but it was true! Better to be ashamed in private than out there in front of the other men.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong, c2clos4
<</if>>
Phil opened the private room's door, before beckoning you in with a smile. It was silent now, each click of your heels felt so loud in comparison to earlier. It was a shabby dusty cupboard with only a chair in it. You heard the door close securely behind you, then felt a sharp smack on the bare skin of your ass.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Make some room for me now!"<br/><br/>
The hard slap had made you jump in fright, and left a burning sensation that tingled on your skin unpleasantly. Whether from spanks or shame, this sensation was starting to feel all to common. Phil just laughed the moment off, and after coming up close behind you, moved his hands down to your legs, gliding them up and down on your stockings.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"God... we don't ever get ones like you... so keen for it..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "W-what?"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Come on, you don't need to pretend, we both know you're excited!"<br/><br/>
He reached his fingers up and over the smooth material covering your penis. It wasn't a rock hard erection, but it obviously wasn't limp either. You didn't know what to do in this situation. All you could hope was that going along with this a little longer would be enough. Phil cupped his hand over your entire bulge and squeezed. It was too much to take and you yelped pathetically. You pushed back on him, though it didn't release you from his strong hands even slightly. You had to shout out.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Please... please don't touch it!"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Oh! Are you the type that doesn't use it at all? Wow, you really are a girl aren't you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What, n-no! Of course I use it!"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"You sound confused girl! Do you want me to touch it or not? With how fast things are moving, this could be your last chance, he he."<br/><br/>
It was him who seemed confused! You had lost what little composure you had left and were unable to contain your emotion.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Do NOT touch it!"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Ok, ok! I understand."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "T-thank you."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"It's fine. I know exactly what type of girl you are."<br/><br/>
Taking his hand off your little bulge, he moved his attention to your chest instead, feeling at your bra. It was the first relief you felt in this entire fucked up situation, which was crazy, because you were still dressed like a slut while being felt up but a man! Phil once again misread you, interpreting your more calm demeanour as though this was more pleasurable for you.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Mmm, you like a man's hands on you, don't you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Um..."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"I love your little moans..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "N-no that's-"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"You've done this before haven't you... mmm..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No, I haven't."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"You don't have to be modest. I love the REALLY slutty ones."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I haven't... uh... done this... before!"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Whatever you say..."<br/><br/>
He said it like he didn't believe you and carried on feeling you up. As his hands grabbed at you, you moved your body as subtly as you could, trying to position yourself to keep him away from your most delicate places... your nipples... your tummy... Your hips. He took no notice, if anything he thought it was a sign of enthusiasm.<br/><br/>
The outfit you were in, the hands on your skin, and if that wasn't humiliating enough, the fact he seemed to think you were somehow enjoying this! You breathing became shallow and fast, as you panicked realizing just how truly out of control this was getting. What could you even do in a state like this? A thought rang out within you, screaming for you attention.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">No, no no!!! This is all going so wrong! Stop! Stop!!!</span><br/><br/>
Pure, unbearable shame. In daily life, such an emotion would be easy to suppress, but the situation had caused your sense of it to violently erupt within you. Shame was one of the most brutal emotional pains to feel, as it came coupled with physical discomforts like no other feeling does. A horrendous searing heat coursed through your body, and your face blotched bright red. It was a desperate involuntary mechanism of your body; all to make you excruciatingly aware of how wrong you're behaving. A primal response to stop you doing so much social damage to yourself before it's too late. But it already was.<br/><br/>
If anything, it only made things worse. Shame pumped adrenaline through you, shooting your anxiety past tolerable limits. To say the ability to form words became hard was an understatement. To form rational thoughts, practically impossible.<br/><br/>
And yet you had to say something, simply anything you could just get out! Phil loosed his hands for a second, and instinctively you took opportunity of the moment to turn around sharply and confront him with whatever you could say.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... I REALLY haven't done this before, OK!"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Wow... woah!"<br/><br/>
It seemed Phil wasn't paying attention to what you said, as his eyes stared down towards your crotch. You reached your hands down to cover yourself from your glaze, and quickly understood what he was looking at. You were fully hard in your panties! The fabric had completely stretched, making it obvious your stiff erection was straining underneath. You sheepishly glanced down to the shocking sight of it; somehow the embarrassment of the whole situation had completely distracted you from it! <br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">No! How!?</span><br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"He he, come on now, isn't this a sign to stop denying yourself?"<br/><br/>
Was this really happening? You felt sick. Why was your body betraying you like this? <br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Hey, relax! I told you I wouldn't touch it, OK? I know your type."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... don't want this!"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Really? Because it looks like you do. Like you REALLY do!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I, I've got to go-"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Wait! The guys are still out there, they'll see you like this! I mean, it's not the biggest erection, but they'll still see it!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh fuck... oh no..."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"It's not a big deal! Relax already! Is it really that hard to admit you were enjoying yourself?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I DON'T enjoy it at all! Look, c-can you go? Please."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Well, I could but... I'd have to open this door. And believe me there will be someone peeping to get a look at you, if you were worried about other guys... seeing it."<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">Don't let them see this. Do NOT let them see!</span><br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No... no, please don't open it! Fuck, what do I do..."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"I think you should take a deep breath. Breath in. Breath out. Just, take a moment to calm down. And then... you should give me that lap dance, ha ha!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Stop! This isn't funny!"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"I'm kind of serious though. You want that pantie tent to go down quickly, don't you? If you truly don't like this, surely giving me a lap dance will be such a turn off that it goes away? It'll be like taking a cold shower!"<br/><br/>
No part of you wanted to give this man, or any other, a lap dance, so it wasn't as if his logic was wrong. You were confident you didn't enjoy this. All you felt was the need to get this over with, and yet, the fact that you had an erection right now couldn't be ignored.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"You should act fast, Keaton will be checking on us soon! If you don't enjoy this, you'll go limp as noodle, won't you?"<br/><br/>
He sat down on the chair, and spread his legs as an invite. What he said was true. You wanted nothing to do with this man, but if Keaton was coming you needed to get rid of this hard-on quickly. You would of still ignored Phil's request, but there was one thing you couldn't disregard. The smallest shred of pride you still had left. He had laid out exactly how to prove you weren't into this, and you couldn't refuse it.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventLapGrind.jpg" alt="your sissy ass grinding on a man" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... I'll do it. But this will make it clear to you, to everyone in here in fact, that I'm not into this! Not at all, alright?"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"I believe you. Come on then... let's turn you off, ha ha!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "W-what am I supposed to do?"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Get up on me, like this."<br/><br/>
He pulled you onto him so that you sat on him with your legs either side of his body, while you faced toward him. You could see him looking up to your face but you put all your effort into ignoring his gaze, instead staring dead-eyed ahead at the wall.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">This is so wrong. This isn't you...</span><br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Now, grind yourself on me."<br/><br/>
You started to rub your ass on his crotch. You felt completely ridiculous doing this. The idea that anyone could think you liked the situation you were in was absurd. You carried on grinding, at first trying to do so as mindlessly as possible, but then focused your attention on all the terrible ways this felt. His thick manly hands squeezing at your ass. The way he ran his fingers teasingly just under your panties. The coarse stubble on his lips as his kissed at parts of your body. His quiet moans of pleasure. The soft fabric of the panties and stockings...<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Mmm... such a good girl."<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">I am NOT a girl!</span><br/><br/>
His eyes were closed and his breathing became heavy, leaving him no way to read you face and see how you truly felt. How could he have not have realized you were getting nothing out of this! You had had enough. It was time to get off of him, make him open his eyes and see you weren't turned on by this. You went to stand, which was not easy in these heels, when suddenly you heard an unzipping noise, followed by a large poke directly where fabric was covering your asshole.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh! W-wha-"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Oh yes... you're a natural... mmm..."<br/><br/>
A man's erect cock was throbbing right at your ass! You were so shocked that you just froze!<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Is it working? Is this turning you off, right?"<br/><br/>
That appeal to your pride again. You reached for words, but couldn't find the ability to say anything. All you could think to do was keep going along with this. As much as you told yourself you hated this, it was the only way you could think to prove that to the others. Just a little longer now...<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Yes... longer...</span><br/><br/>
What the hell was happening to you. The things you thought no longer made sense. Was some kind of fucked up part of you... enjoying this?<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">No, not at all!</span><br/><br/>
Phil plucked back your panties so his cock came inside, and placed it right between your ass cheeks. He placed his hands back on you, and controlled your hips to move you up and down.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Phil! T-this is... too..."<br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Too much? Part of you wants to say it but you can't bring yourself to, can you? At least you said the bare minimum to make it <em>seem</em> like you want this to stop. Don't pretend you wouldn't be disappointed if it ended right now.</span><br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">I don't want this!</span><br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">Oh you want this, you just don't want anyone to know. You even want the man who's cock your grinding to think you don't like this, as if it's not obvious you do...</span><br/><br/>
The antognizing voice inside your head was wrong, but you had no time to think on things! This man was totally using you, for what seemed like a pantie job? Was he going to cum just by rubbing up on you. That realization was almost too much for you to take.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">No, don't let this happen! Please, not a second longer!</span><br/><br/>
<span class="innerSissyText">He's cumming! I've made him cum!!!</span><br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Ergh! Oh, ah.... ugh... ugggh!!!"<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">Oh my God! Oh fuck!</span><br/><br/>
It wasn't just Phil's grunts that gave away he had just came. You felt his semen land on your back, then slide down to meet the rim of your underwear. A man had just come on you.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Uhhh... oh shit. I'm... urgh. Get up. Get out the way, right now!"<br/><br/>
Your eyes were wide in shock as you tried to process what just happened, but without thinking you did as he said. You got out the way for him, as he got up quickly and started aggressively zipping himself back up.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You... you just-"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Shut up!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Excu-"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Fucking shut up you little bitch!"<br/><br/>
He was like a completely different person. He ignored you as he adjusted his clothes. After completely humiliating and using you, he now didn't want anything to do with you. You felt angry and ashamed, but more so than those you had an urge to cry. You held back any tears as hard as you could, unable to bare looking even weaker right now. You could felt some of the cum soak your panties, and most embarrassing of all, your erection was still there.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"I can't believe this. Only had a few days left in here and then I did this shit again. Don't you ever approach me in here again, you got that you little pervert?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Hey! Wait, you-"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Phil: </span>"Get away from me! Don't come near me with your fucking erection you fucking sissy!"<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">Sissy? I'm not a sissy...</span><br/><br/>
It didn't make sense. To go from the way he touched you earlier then to acting like this was strange. His state of horniness must of been deep to have post-orgasm regret like this, but regretful was an understatement! It was like he blamed you. Reflecting on what happened, you noticed he had his eyes closed most of the time. He must of really been thinking of you as a girl, something he couldn't pretend anymore after getting post-nut clarity.<br/><br/>
The situation was insane. You were far more ashamed and confused than he was. You were the one stood here in tiny panties, a bra, stockings and heels! How was any of this situation your fault? You hadn't wanted to be here in the first place! You had no desire to be a slut, or to be manhandled, or to be humiliated like this. For fuck's sake, he had just came on you! As this man talked down to you, cum was literally soaking you! And you just had to take it. You had to take it because this is how you chose to handle things in here.<br/><br/>
As overwhelming as this all was, as disgusting as it had been, you had got through it. That alone gave you the willpower to put up with this last humiliation. You'd get your life back to normal, you told yourself. You'd recover from this setback. <<if $playerHistory is "cd">>The erection was no big deal, it was obviously caused by your love of crossdressing, which had nothing to do with any of the interactions with Phil.<<else>>The erection was no big deal, it was obviously caused by the lingerie, the feel of which reminded you of $gf's underwear.<</if>> You were straight and you had a girlfriend. The only reason this occurred was because you were in a situation beyond your control. That's all this was.<br/><br/>
Phil reached for the door handle without saying anything.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">NO! They mustn't see me like this!!!</span><br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Woah, wait a second!"<br/><br/>
He ignored you, pulling the door opening quickly and striding off quickly, as if with no care in the world. You scrambled to cover yourself, twisting your body away from the door to hide your seemingly never-ending erection. You could see a few men slyly look at you out the corner of their eyes, and Keaton came over quickly. He had a smile on his face, but not for long.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"What the fuck is that? Damnit Phil, I said just a lap dance!"<br/><br/>
He pointed at the cum splotched across your back and underwear. In your moment of panic you forgot about hiding that too. Once again, nerves completely overtook you.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Fucks sake... well, you've had quite a time haven't you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I-I didn't-"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"You don't need to explain yourself. Here, put this on. Make yourself presentable again and then get back out here. I'd like to say a few words to you all newbies before we wrap things up."<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">Just say something quickly and get out of here!</span><br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "O-OK. Th-thank you."<br/><br/>
He handed you a nearby skirt which you put on immediately, finally hiding the shameful stain on your ass. Your cock had finally settled down, which was a small relief. You took a deep breath and headed out the room, finding the new members and Keaton in mid-conversation. Most of them had gotten changed into men's clothes again.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"You guys did a good job, you really are one of us now. Listen! All of us, well, most of us, go through our little hazing ritual here, OK? It's just a bit of a laugh, but it also builds a strange kind of trust. None of us in the gang are ever going to tell our families, the officers, or anyone else about this, right? That's how we know we're in this together. If someone squeals, they'd have to squeal on themselves about this, a ha ha! So anyway, welcome to the crew!"<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">That... that was it? It's over!</span><br/><br/>
So that was it! This weird chapter of your life was finally finished. You smiled, knowing the horrendous experience could become a distant memory. The new members of Keaton's gang cheered to themselves, you thought about joining for a bit, but wanted to get back to your room and change first. You were noticed as you walked to the door.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Ah, and here she is, the other reason we run this little event! It really helps us identify the REAL sissy bitches are, like our new girl $name over here!"<br/><br/>
The grin you had on your face wiped away immediately. Men turned their necks back to look at you. Their eyes burned into you, some were stares of disgust, but they were mixed with a few leers of admiration too.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Can you believe she just made Phil cum! Have you done this kind of thing before, $name?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "N-no! Of course not!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"All the more impressive! I have to say you looked a bit wooden out here at first, but we all know some girls just need a little privacy to act like the bad little sluts they truly are, don't we guys?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm not! I'm a guy!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"She protests a little too much, I think. Well $name, as much as I think you're enjoying all this male attention, not everything is about you. The new gang members and I have work to do... men's work! Don't worry, you're a member too now, just like Jessica<<if $mateType is 'sissy'>> and $mate<</if>>! In fact, Jess, could you show her back to her room?"<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Sure, Keaton. Come along now, sweetie!"<br/><br/>
No this was all wrong, Keaton thought you enjoyed this! So many negative emotions swirled inside you right now, but you had no energy after everything that had happened to cause a scene. It wasn't fair! You had done everything you had been told, so why were you singled out of the crowd and treated like this?<br/><br/>
Again, tears were welling in your eyes. You realized this was no time to try and raise your voice.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">Don't cry in front of them! You'll look even more pathetic!</span><br/><br/>
It seemed you heightened sense of shame was a much more formidable presence in your mind than it had been previously, and to be honest, it was right. With resignation, you let Jessica lead you away, sparing yourself any further indignity.<br/><br/>
The clicking and clacking of heels filled the otherwise silent hall as you walked with Jessica. You felt so disgusted with yourself that you had got even deeper into this mess. This should be finished now! It should of been the end, no... no, it will be the end! You'll get yourself together and then you'll clear things up with Keaton. Yes... you'll get out of this for good, next time.<br/><br/>
Jessica noticed the despondent look on your face. She picked at a bra strap that had fell from your bare shoulder, and placed it back gently before smiling reassuringly.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Hey, no need to look like that, hun! I promise you, no matter how you're feeling now... things are going to get better!"<br/><br/>
[[...carry on.|CLOStempEnding]]
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<<elseif $c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEventState is 30>>
All this time you thought you could go a long with this, but in this moment you felt you couldn't. Was it anger? Fear, perhaps? Whatever you felt, all you knew was you couldn't just walk into that cupboard.<br/><br/>
With almost no control you raised a hand into a fist and went to smack the man in the face. Effortlessly, he held up his hand to block it, stopping most of the blow. By the smile on his face, you could sense you had barely scratched him.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Ha ha ha! Oh Keaton sure knows how to pick em."<br/><br/>
With a quick reaction he twisted your arm, then used the pressure to put you down on your knees where you couldn't do a thing. Any struggle would be futile now.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"There's always one... KEATON! I need a moment of your time over her please!"<br/><br/>
You wanted desperately to get to your feet, but you just didn't have it in you. The sound of footsteps slowly approaching you was ominous.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Can you believe it... she raised a hand to me!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Ha, well it doesn't look like she'll be raising another one. Isn't that right?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ergh..."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Pfft. Come on girl, there was no need for that!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“She just needs a moment to relax, Steve.”<br/><br/>
You stared at the floor, unsure of whether you felt shame of what you just tried to do, or how it went for you. Despite it, you could feel both men eyeing you up as they decided what to do with you.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Take a breath there, $name. You'll be fine. Steve here looks OK too, hey, maybe you can offer him an apology.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "...I'm... sorry."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Water under the bridge, girl!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“We're forgiving people around here, $name, so don't worry too much about it. Of course, we've still got our expectations of you, remember?”<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"The cupboard is right over there..."<br/><br/>
You panted heavily as you looked at it again. Could you honestly do this? Keaton noticed the questioning expression on your face.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“$name, I know Steve kindly forgave you, but what happened here was serious. You started a violent incident! Grenton rules are anyone who does what you did must go to Solitary. Of course, if you can earn our trust, I'm sure we can overlook that...”<br/><br/>
Keaton hanged on the end of his last word. The decision was yours...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Go to the cupboard and get changed.|c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEvent][$c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEventState = 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Be taken away to Solitary.|c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEvent][$c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEventState = 31]]</div>
<<elseif $c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEventState is 31>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Alright then. Get her to room 3 - the second floor.”<br/><br/>
Steve began to move you away.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Come on now - go nicely with Steve. Oh, and you better behave this time. You should feel lucky he's looking after you, considering what you did.”<br/><br/>
You tried to gain your composure after all that had happened, and made your first steps away, escorted by Steve.<br/><br/>
[[Be escorted to Room 3|cSolitary][$solitaryState = 'unknown'; $cSolitaryState = 'unknown']]
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<<elseif $c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEventState is 40>>
You couldn't take this - you would NEVER take this! Pushed beyond any limit you had felt before, your fear of repercussions completely evaporated. All that was left was rage. Why did they do this to you!? How could they do this!<br/><br/>
With a violent jerk, your prized yourself away from them and twisted round to face them. The pure fury on your face must of been apparent, because every man suddenly looked awkward. Both your fists clenched; even though you knew you couldn't take these guys, the anger pent up inside you had to be unleashed somewhere.<br/><br/>
An uncontrolled, desperate yell of defiance came from you, and unthinkingly you reached out to a chair and lifted it above your head. Livid instinct had taken you entirely, and if it wasn't for a strong grasp grabbing hold of one of the chair's legs, you might of done something you would of come to regret. The grip pulled the chair slowly but firmly away from you. It was Keaton.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Alright, alright, take it easy. I think it's fair to say things have gotten out of hand."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Out of hand? OUT OF HAND!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Woah, just calm the fuck down! *Sigh* Yeah, something ain't right here..."<br/><br/>
He paused for a moment to think, while everyone in the room looked on silently. As your temper faded away, it began to dawn on you that you might be completely fucked. The adrenaline coursing through you was no longer from anger, and you began to shake from fear. Every second you waited felt like a lifetime.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"...Alright boys, this one's not going to work out. Let's move things on."<br/><br/>
A few of the men groaned, and one of them even outburst his disbelief, but they all did as Keaton commanded - you were going to be left alone. Keaton stared at you sternly before muttering something.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Ha... you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Is... i-is this over? Can I g-go now?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"*Pfft* yeah, as tempted as I am to think this could of worked... it doesn't seem worth it. Don't get any false impressions, you sure as shit didn't pass the initiation, so you ain't joining us. Go on, get lost. Oh, and you can keep your little bra and panties too if you want. Guess you deserve something out of all this, ha!"<br/><br/>
It was done... finally. It would of been hard to truly believe, especially considering everything that had happened so far, but this time it really seemed genuine. After it all sank in, you began to scurry away, though Keaton did have one last word for you.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Hey, $name! You keep everything about this to yourself, got it? Seems like you don't want any trouble, so consider this your chance to keep things that way."<br/><br/>
Instinctively you thanked him, though you immediately regretted such a pathetic response. To be stood there in a bra and panties, turned into what you were right now, and to show gratitude to the man who did it to you!? A cringeworthy embarrassment that would haunt you forever.<br/><br/>
True to his word this time, you went about the rest of your days in Grenton without trouble, rarely even seeing Keaton or $mate.<br/><br/>
Your time served was relatively peaceful, though extremely boring. You didn't get to know anyone that well, and while to some extent you could call Michael your friend, he always kept you at a distance.<br/><br/>
You spent most of your time working, assembling electronics for a tiny wage per day. Occasionally you would read or do some light exercise, but mostly you just worked. You could feel your own personality becoming duller, losing it's charm as you spent your days with nothing interesting to do or talk about.<br/><br/>
The days and weeks blended into one another. Most of your thoughts were directed on $gf, who increasingly became harder to communicate with. Two months in, your fears that she couldn't deal with this arrangement came true. She moved back in with her parents and wanted to end things. You found out later she had started dating a work colleague.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/dull.jpg" alt="picture of boredom in Grenton" class="storyImage">Despite your good behaviour, for some reason you were made to stay at Grenton even longer, as your personal growth was considered unsatisfactory. You tried to enquire with staff, but they would just shrug off your questions, and you had no visitors from the outside anymore to help you.<br/><br/>
You were finally released after being there for three years. Jobless and alone, life from here would be an unpleasant, uphill struggle.<br/><br/>
THE END...<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>
Wow, what a bleak end! Seems kinda disappointing actually. But hey, if this is what you wanted, more power to you!<br/><br/>
Of course, if you do regret how this went, it sure would be a real shame to end off here. Maybe you'd like to go back and see how the story would of played out? Let's be honest - you didn't choose to play THIS type of game, and go down THIS path, just to prove how much you could stand up for yourself, did you?<br/><br/>
[[The choice is yours.|c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEvent][$c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEventState = 3]]
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<<if $c2DomKeatonEventState is 0>>
Thankfully it wasn't long before Charlie appeared; this was actually happening! As relieved as you were, Charlie looked incredibly nervous.<br/><br/>
She was dressed as a male at the moment, though by the baggy style of her clothes, you could already tell she was wearing something feminine underneath. Tightly clasped within her hands was a bag, seemingly containing items to help her transformation.<br/><br/>
It had taken some serious courage for her to get here, and yet even after managing that, she was anxious.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "H-hey, $name..."<br/><br/>
<<if $charlieDomEvent2 is "charmingApproach">>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Charlie, you actually came!"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I couldn't go leaving you to do it, could I? T-this is... this is really happening then..."<br/><br/>
She looked at you and smiled, though you could see the apprehension in her eyes too. She seemed to regain a little confidence just from the sight of you; at least enough to stop her from backing out.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Thank you for this! I'm going to be right here with you, you won't be alone. I can't imagine what it takes for someone to do this. You're amazing."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "B-believe me... it's not easy! But... there's something about it. The thought of me dressed slutty for just some random guys... the whole taboo of it... it's a chance to make on of my craziest fantasies come true."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I thought it might be, he he. Don't feel a need to push yourself too hard though - the order I got from Keaton suggested it's nothing more than a show."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "It's alright, $name... with you looking out for me, I think I'll be OK."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You look shaky. Try taking a deep breath."<br/><br/>
She inhaled slow and heavy like you told her; as simple as it was, it seemed to help.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I'm... I'm feeling ready."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I just hope you enjoy it. I know it's not the ideal situation to move this quickly but, this seems like the beginning of a journey you've wanted to go on for a long time."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "It is. It's just... getting over the embarrassment... it's not easy."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I understand."<br/><br/>
She blushed red. Obviously it was difficult for her, but you both knew that urge within her was never going away. It was like she was on the top board of a diving pool. All you could do was support her, not push. Your gentle encouragement had helped her get so far already.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "This is the time to be the sissy you've dreamed of being. Shall we get started?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "...Yes. Yes, let's go!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Then follow me."<br/><br/>
You placed your hand at her back both to guide and reassure her. As you approached your destination, you could see a man standing at the door's entrance. He was tall but of an average build, so not the most intimidating sight, but when he noticed you he immediately pulled a look of displeasure. Quickly you could tell he was part of Keaton's gang.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"You're $name, is it? Pfft... that's a disappointing effort."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Just wait then. I don't think anyone will be disappointed today. Whereabouts is the changing room?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"There's a cupboard over there, it's private enough for you."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "There appears to be some confusion. This is Charlie, and she's the person I've found to fulfil Keaton's demand of me."<br/><br/>
Charlie stood shyly, her face burning scarlet. She couldn't bring herself to make eye contact with the man, though she did manage to let out a strange noise; seemingly it was meant to be a friendly greeting, but it sounded more like a animal squeaking.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"No! This is not acceptable! Keaton wanted-"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Someone feminine to dress up for his little show, didn't he? Well Charlie's not dressed up yet, but she'll more than meet the criteria! She looks timid now, but this kind of thing is something she dreamt of doing for a long time. You'll see!"<br/><br/>
The man looked confused, but stopped protesting.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Hmm, fine! As I said, there's a place to change over there. You had better be ready to explain all this to Keaton."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "OK, Charlie, this really is it. Are you sure about this?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Yes, $name. But please, don't go far!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Don't worry about that, I'll be here until you're ready! If any of this becomes too much for you, don't even hesitate to tell me. I know this is a crazy situation, but if it all becomes too much for you, please don't feel like you have to continue."<br/><br/>
She smiled. At this point, shock had gotten so badly to her she could barely speak, but from your belief in her it seemed she was determined to continue. Slowly, she walked into the cupboard area. She was going to do this - for both you, and herself.<br/><br/>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>
Just as she was about to close the door, you remembered you had brought a bag of your own! You had brought the gift Khan had set up for you in a backpack. After hastily opening it, you ran to pass it to her.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "What's this?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "A gift for you. I think you're going to love it. I'm sure what you brought is nice but maybe you'd like to wear it."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Oh... $name, thank you."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "It's you who deserves all the thanks. I'll leave this all up to you now. I know you're going to look seriously hot no matter what you wear!"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "He he, just you wait."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
Nerves aside, this was going remarkably smoothly. Against all the odds, this might turn out to be a situation where everybody wins! The man guarding the room looked at you with suspicion, but you didn't care. You felt confident that they'd all be pleased with what they were about to see.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|c2DomKeatonEvent][$c2DomKeatonEventState = 10]]
<<elseif $charlieDomEvent2 is "strongApproach">>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Here you are. Good girl, Charlie."<br/><br/>
She looked at you and smiled, though you could see the apprehension in her eyes too. She seemed to regain a some of her nerve just from the sight of you; or at least enough to stop her from backing out.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "T-this is... this is really happening then?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "It is. Don't worry, you're going to be fine with me looking out for you. Everybody is going to win today, and it's all because you've finally come to terms with who you are."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Y-yes."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Take a deep breath. We need you in good condition for the men. Now, are you ready to serve?"<br/><br/>
She inhaled slow and heavy like you told her, then swallowed, before finally answering.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I... I am."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Good. I've got a feeling your going to enjoy this very much. Won't it feel good to expose the real to everyone?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "It's just... still so embarrassing."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I can only imagine! It can't be easy for to accept this. But I believe in you, my little sissy."<br/><br/>
She blushed red. You had never come across someone so submissive; nobody who would enjoy being treated like this, like she was. You sensed you should turn the pressure up just a little bit more.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You are my sissy, right?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "...yes."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Good. Follow me."<br/><br/>
It was hard to deny how enjoyable taking on such a dominant role was, especially how powerful it made you feel. It was especially satisfying to confidently walk up to the entrance of the Rec room with confidence, with Charlie meekly following, your obedient little prize.<br/><br/>
As you approached your destination, you could see a man standing at the door's entrance. He was tall but of an average build, so not the most intimidating sight, but when he noticed you he immediately pulled a look of displeasure. Quickly you could tell he was part of Keaton's gang.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"You're $name, is it? Pfft... that's a disappointing effort."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ha, I don't think anyone will be disappointed today. Is there a changing room around here?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"There's a cupboard right there, it should be private enough for you."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Me? No, you appear to be confused. Here, let me introduce my sissy, Charlie."<br/><br/>
Charlie stood shyly, her face burning scarlet. She couldn't bring herself to make eye contact with the man, though she did manage to let out a strange noise; seemingly it was meant to be a friendly greeting, but it sounded more like a animal squeaking.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"No! This is not acceptable! Keaton wanted-"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Someone feminine to dress up for his little show, didn't he? Well Charlie's not dressed up yet, but she'll more than meet the criteria! She looks timid now, but this kind of thing is something she dreamt of doing for a long time. You'll see!"<br/><br/>
The man looked confused, but stopped protesting.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Hmm, fine! As I said, there's a place to change over there. You had better be ready to explain all this to Keaton."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Go get ready, Charlie."<br/><br/>
She nodded, the shock that she was actually doing left her incapable of words, yet she was still so determined to go ahead with it. She turned and slowly walked in to the cupboard area.<br/><br/>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>
Just as she was about to close the door, you remembered you had brought a bag of your own! You had brought the gift Khan had set up for you in a backpack. After hastily opening it, you passed it to her just in time.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "What's this?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "This is your outfit. I can tell a slut like you is going to like it."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "But I brought some-"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Wear. This."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Y-yes."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
Nerves aside, this was going remarkably smoothly. Charlie was completely under your thumb and soon this whole Keaton situation would be too. The man guarding the room looked at you with suspicion, but you couldn't give a fuck about what he thought. You felt confident that they'd all be pleased with what they were about to see.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|c2DomKeatonEvent][$c2DomKeatonEventState = 30]]
<<else>>Something wrong, c2Dom.
<</if>>
<!-- Charming Dom path -->
<<elseif $c2DomKeatonEventState is 10>>
It was hard to remain patient when you felt this tense, but you resisted the temptation to rush Charlie knowing how tought a step this was for her. She was really taking her time, which wouldn't of been as big a deal if you weren't stuck around with Keaton's guard. Occasionally he'd glance your way with a look of distrust.<br/><br/>
<<if $andersonDomTrusted is 1>>
It suddenly struck you that you had forgot something; the deal you made with Anderson! He should of been here long before now. It really didn't matter anymore now that you had Charlie, but you decided against your better judgment to ask the unfriendly guard if he had seen him around here.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Oh yeah, Anderson! He told me to pass on a message to you actually. He said 'Have fun tonight, little lady'. Ha ha, you really thought he'd sort shit out for you? The only thing he's done is show everyone those fit pics of your girl!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "That bastard! I'll have something to say to him after all this, that asshole!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"You'd be wise to just leave it, he's looked after in here. I guess he didn't expect you to bring a girl of your own though."<br/><br/>
You quietly seethed in anger. Maybe Anderson really was untouchable, but at least you knew for certain not to trust him again.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
Concerned by how long Charlie was taking, you knocked on the cupboard door.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Everything OK in there, Charlie?"<br/><br/>
Putting your ear to the door you could just about make out Charlie's muffled voice.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "$name... I'm... I'm dressed, but... I think I've got a bit carried away the outfit! It's so... revealing. I don't... I don't think I'm ready for them to see me like this!"<br/><br/>
It seemed she was struggling to handle her fantasies clashing with reality once again. From what you knew of Charlie, you felt she did want to dress as slutty as possible, but her fear was setting in.<br/><br/>
<<if $charmStat gte 2>>
<div class="choice">[[Use encouraging words to convince her to wear her slutty outfit.|c2DomKeatonEvent][$charmStat += 1; $pervStat += 1; $domEvent1 = "charmApproach"; $c2DomKeatonEventState = 11]]</div><br/>
<<else>>
<div class="choice greyedOut">Not enough charm for this approach.</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[[Tell her to change into femme clothes she's more comfortable in.|c2DomKeatonEvent][$charmStat += 1; $domEvent1 = "softApproach"; $c2DomKeatonEventState = 11]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $c2DomKeatonEventState is 11>>
<<if $domEvent1 is "charmApproach">>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You do what you're comfortable, but try not to let your worries get the better of you. I feel like I know you well enough by now that deep down you want to wear the sluttier outfit - I bet you look seriously hot in it too. Why not come out here and let me have a look?"<br/><br/>
After a long, silent pause, the door slowly creaked open. A black heel nudged out first, followed by a smooth leg covered by fishnet stockings. It was happening, she was actually doing this! Knowing she still needed you to take the lead a little, you pulled the door gently open to reveal Charlie entirely transformed into her sissy self!<br/><br/>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>
She was wearing the gift you had given her: a fine, purple corset that fit her perfectly. It's fit was tight in the chest, which accentuated her hips to look so womanly. The lingerie's bra cups weren't very big, but gave enough shape to appear like she had cute boobs. Small as they looked, it gave her an elegant, feminine figure. Less elegant some might say, was the bulge in her tiny purple panties, the fabric of which didn't leave much room for hiding. While she tucked away most of it, a peek her smooth balls poked outside it's edges.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventChar1.jpg" alt="purple lingerie outfit" class="storyImage"><br/>
The outfit matched perfectly with the black heels and fishnets she brought with her. You had no doubt in your mind she truly enjoyed getting to dress like this, but you could see her shame holding her back. She looked solely at the ground, desperate to avoid seeing anybody's expression, even yours. Her eyes were mostly covered by her messy fringe of her dirty-blonde hair, but you could see she had used some of the makeup that had come with the gift.<br/><br/>
She looked stunning! You were always going to give her the positive reinforcement she needed, but it was easy to give when she looked this damn good.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
She certainly had not held back from looking slutty; no wonder she was intimidated to show herself like this. She wore a low-cut, black bra with lace so sheer you could see through to the pinks of her nipples, even layered underneath her black, mesh top. Around her slim waist was a red tartan miniskirt, so short it couldn't quite cover the bulge of her black panties. A small gap between her skirt and top exposed her smooth, flat stomach.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventChar1alt.jpg" alt="purple lingerie outfit" class="storyImage"><br/>
The outfit matched well with the black heels and fishnets she brought with her. You had no doubt in your mind she truly enjoyed getting to dress like this, but you could see her shame holding her back. She looked solely at the ground, desperate to avoid seeing anybody's expression, even yours. Her eyes were mostly covered by her messy fringe of her dirty-blonde hair, but you could see she had applied some makeup too; her lips painted a deep red, and complimented with a light but rosy blush.<br/><br/>
She looked amazing! You were always going to give her the positive reinforcement she needed, but it was easy to give when she looked this good.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $domEvent1 is "softApproach">>
Charlie shouted some kind of acknowledgement from beyond the door before going silent again to change once more. You probably could convinced her into wearing the slutty one, but if a different look makes her more comfortable, that's fine - she's already done so much for you already. Still, knowing how her shame pressurizes her to back out of things she'd probably enjoy, could a little push just then of been to her benefit?<br/><br/>
This outfit change had made the wait feel so long. Just as you were about to knock on the cupboard again, the door slowly creaked open. A black heel nudged out first, followed by a smooth leg covered by sheer stockings. It was happening, she was actually doing this! Knowing she still needed you to take the lead a little, you pulled the door gently open to reveal Charlie entirely transformed into her sissy self!<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventChar1alt2.jpg" alt="black sexy outfit" class="storyImage"><br/>
Despite toning things down, she still looked very much like an attractive girl! Her waist was covered by a sleek black pencil skirt, one so short it barely met the top of her stockings. She was wearing some kind of panties, you couldn't tell exactly what kind, but an outline of the material showing at the bulge in the front of her skirt. The wore a cami top she wore complimented her skirt, and the cups of her under-wired bra gave the impression of having small, perky boobs.<br/><br/>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>
It was a little disappointing that she didn't use the gift you had set up for her, but you understood, especially considering how revealing it was. She had at least used some of the makeup that came with it.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
Her black heels made for the perfect finishing touch. She looked amazing, in this more 'modest' outfit, but you couldn't shake the feeling see would of loved to look even sluttier, if her shame hadn't held her back. She looked solely at the ground, desperate to avoid seeing anybody's expression, even yours. Her eyes were mostly covered by her messy fringe of her dirty-blonde hair.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong c2DomCharm2 event, softApproach.
<</if>>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Wow, Charlie... you look... well, this is an understatement but, you look sexy as fuck!"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "You really think so?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Think? You <em>know</em> you do. Don't try being demure now, because your outfit certainly isn't!"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "He he. I do feel... pretty hot like this."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "As you should. Come with me; I think it's time we show you off!"<br/><br/>
You took her hand to hold. Even that was so feminine, especially the glittery pink nail polish she had decorated. As you lead her to Keaton's event, she discovered how clumsy she was trotting around in heels. Thankfully she had you by her side to support her, and the pair of you couldn't help but laugh as you overcame such a silly ordeal. The door man seemed to notice the affection you had for your sissy.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "All this preparation, and you didn't practice walking in heels? Think you need to do a little training in this."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I've never had much space to actually walk that far in these - but women made it look so easy!"<br/><br/>
Before you could respond, the door man noticed you both.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Why hello there, Miss! It's always wonderful to see a new girl with such a pretty smile. Wow, we almost never get ones that look this good! You've done an excellent job, err, I guess you both have."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Th-thanks..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "She appreciates a nice compliment. Charlie's had this side of her hidden away for a long time, but if you ask me, this part of her is long overdue some appreciation."<br/><br/>
In the presence of Charlie's impressive transformation, the guard's attitude had completely changed. He appeared to have an entirely new impression of you, so much so that he now spoke to you with a newfound respect. It seemed he doubted you'd follow through earlier, but the proof was in the pudding, and Charlie was especially sweet.<br/><br/>
Ready as you were ever going to be, the man lead you both inside the Rec room. It was surprisingly uncrowded, with only a handful of men here so far.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"We're still awaiting all the arrivals, but Keaton will be here soon enough to kick things off. Hey, I didn't even introduce myself properly - I'm Steve, good to meet ya! Now then Charlie, you go through that door over there to the back; the other girls are waiting there, they'll fill you in on what to do. $name, us guys wait in here."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Alright, this is it. Charlie, I just want to thank you again so much for doing this. I'll be right here for you. I hope this is the start of everything you've dreamed of!"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "$name... I... I want to say so much, but I'll leave most of it until later. Just... thank you for helping me get this far. I'll see you after the show?"<br/><br/>
She walked as briskly as she could to the back room, shyly holding herself in her arms while the men in the room ogled her. The cheeks of her smooth, curvy ass jiggled as she walked away, a sight not a single one of the men couldn't stare at. Everything about her fed into such a feminine figure: her height, build, hair and outfit just looked so girly. As she disappeared from view, the men spoke up about the apparently extraordinary effort.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Wow, you've... you've done <em>very</em> well."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"Fuck! You've been here how long, and you've already got a girl that looks like THAT!? Incredible!"<br/><br/>
The compliments couldn't help but come as a relief. Charlie was a far better person for this event than you, and their praise suggested they agreed.<br/><br/>
As part of the event, a buffet table had been setup, which the men invited you to help yourself to. There were cakes, sweets and even a range of alcoholic drinks. One man poured you a vodka and coke, and for once you felt at ease in the company of Grenton's strangers. It was like you were one of the guys again.<br/><br/>
Part of you wanted to check in on Charlie, but with all the other men keeping away from the girls, you felt it best to do the same. You were just about to finish off your drink when you were suddenly interrupted.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"The FUCK is going on here!?"<br/><br/>
You turned to see Keaton aggressively staring at you, but made effort to not show any signs of intimidation.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Boss... he came here with-"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"She! It's she - though I understand your misconception considering she hasn't made ANY effort! And who let her drink?"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"Hey Keaton, you got it twisted, man! This guy came in here with one of the finest girls we've seen!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"He's not wrong, Boss!"<br/><br/>
Despite the men backing up your achievements, Keaton wouldn't listen. It seemed you'd need to take some control over the situation.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Keaton, I don't know where you got the impression I'd be suited to this thing you got going on here, but I'm not the type of guy who does that kind of thing. If you check out the back, I think you'll find a girl who satisfies everything you were looking for."<br/><br/>
Keaton was a little taken aback by your confidence. It looked like he still didn't believe you, but it was enough to convince him to at least check the back room. Before long until he was back with a huge smile on his face, his thick hands clasped together in glee.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"OK... wow... You know what, $name? I think you're correct - I've obviously been mistaken about you! Lads, pour out a few more drinks..."<br/><br/>
Full cups were passed around between everyone, as Keaton looked on ecstatically. He raised his drink and put a strong hand on your shoulder.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Boys, let's give a toast to the latest member of our crew... $name!"<br/><br/>
Everyone held their drinks up high and cheered for you. As bizzare a situation as this was, it was hard not to smile. You had actually pulled all this off; against all odds, you achieved a win-win-win situation. Keaton and his crew were happy, Charlie finally had the courage to explore herself, and you were freed from your burdens, ready to enjoy the luxuries Keaton promised. It felt like quite the accomplishment.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Allow me to apologize for the pressure I put on you, mate! But hey, personal growth is what Grenton is all about, a ha ha! Seems you've achieved quite a lot in your short stay here!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"This guy must be a natural, Keaton! To do what he did, and in almost no time at all... it's crazy!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"$name, I hope you'll forgive me for... underestimating your character. Being this place's leader is busy work, I haven't been able to pay quite as much attention to newcomers as I used to. I hold my hands up, I made a wrong call this time! I had you pegged completely wrong."<br/><br/>
As genuine as he appeared to be now, you certainly weren't willing to put any trust in him after all you had been through. Considering the respect he commanded around here, and also not wanting to cause a scene, you responded in a friendly, but distanced manner.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "...well, I appreciate the recognition. There's not going to be another note under my bed when this is over, is there?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Ha! Honestly, with the quality of that girl you brought... you're one of us now, for real. Despite the rocky start, if you can put that earlier business behind us I think this could be start of a very mutually beneficial relationship. What d'ya say?"<br/><br/>
You weren't going to protest. It felt like Keaton truly was humbled by his misjudgement - you could sense a real respect from him now. After all this mess, all you wanted most was to be able to finally relax in here.<br/><br/>
Over drinks was the perfect opportunity to really get to know what this whole operation was about. Most surprising of all was how all these men just seemed like normal guys. Regular men stuck in an irregular place. It didn't quench your curiosity for what exactly this even was, so you questioned Keaton on it.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Well, this event... it's an ice-breaker for any new girls - helps ease into their role, y'know, get comfortable being themselves here in Grenton. I don't know what you expected, but it's really not that intense at all. Actually, it's about time I get this all started. Alright boys! Get yourselves cosy in the back - the show is about to begin!"<br/><br/>
The men busily shuffled around. Some picked at the last bits of the buffet, while a few hastily poured drinks to take through with them. Most men followed Keaton to the back room area, but a sizeable number took their food and beverages and left entirely.<br/><br/>
Apparently the event wasn't for everyone's tastes, but you stayed to observe. At the very least you needed to keep an eye on Charlie. Seats were laid out, facing a kind of makeshift stage. You sat with the other men, puzzled at what exactly would go down.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"I think that's everyone ready! OK, come on girls let's get a look at you, ah ha ha!"<br/><br/>
The audience was already rowdy - a chorus of jeering and laughing men. You wished they'd stop, you didn't want this to be any harder than it had to for Charlie. From a doorway to the side, a feminine figure walked out to the middle of the stage. She was dressed quite basic. A standard looking bra, and what looked like panties under her very dark tights. She walked gracefully in her heels, much more so than Charlie did.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Boys... this is Lily. Quite a nice effort considering she only arrived six days ago!"<br/><br/>
Their face was hidden under the thick length of their brown hair. If this was the haircut she arrived at Grenton with, you weren't surprised Keaton picked her out. Sheer tights covered the blue panties she wore underneath. The outline of a small, limp cock was visible inside the panties.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventSsy1.jpg" alt="the view of a sissy with bulge in panties" class="storyImage"><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Mismatched panties? Naughty girl! Why don't you sit over there with Jason - maybe the nice lad can get you a proper outfit!"<br/><br/>
Lily followed the order immediately, waddling over to the man as other smiled at the sight of her smooth body. There was nowhere for her to sit until Jason widened his legs, an purposeful gesture inviting her to set on his lap. She looked round uncomfortable, before begrudgingly perching onto him.<br/><br/>
At first, she tried to hover just over his leg, but Jason soon pulled her into him until her ass was directly on his crotch. Her face was bright red, as men all around her looked at her - her figure so delicate in comparison to the hollering men around her. Jason kept hold of her with a muscular arm around her waist, an excited look appearing on his face the moment that Lily, without any instruction, began to grind on him.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Heh heh, good stuff! Alright, onto the next one, shall we?"<br/><br/>
The men roared. It was only after their yells quietened that the next girl found the courage to come out; it was Charlie. Her head was bowed down so her white-blonde hair hid her eyes from view; unable to see her face, you worried for her.<br/><br/>
At one point, she wobbled badly on one of her heels, to which a couple of drunken idiots responded with an inarticulate jeer. Thankfully it was drowned out quickly by wolf whistles and more complimentary sounding heckles. From her neck and presumably upwards, her skin had turned a burning red, but despite it all, she managed to walk the middle of the stage. The whole time she had kept her hands down over her crotch to cover herself.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Quite a looker, isn't she? She was brought here today by a new member of our crew. $name, would you care to introduce this girl of yours?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Well... *ahem*, this is Charlie. As you can see she's very shy, but she's also just as sweet. She deserves to be treated a lot better than some of you probably intend right now but, she does have a... naughtier side, as you can see."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Absolutely fucking gorgeous, ain't she? Turn around and show em that that girly, little body of yours, Charlie."<br/><br/>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>
She took a deep breath before letting her hands come to her hips, revealing the tiny purple panties she was wearing. It was harder to see from a distance, but she was still almost spilling out of them. As she slowly turned around, the view of her from behind looked unmistakeable from any woman, especially the way her panties hugged tight into her plump, smooth ass.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
During the walk to the stage, her skirt had rode slightly upwards, exposing much more of herself. She took a deep breath before letting her hands come to her hips, revealing the small black panties she was wearing. It was harder to see from a distance, but you could see the bulge that had formed in the front of them. As she slowly turned around, the view of her from behind looked unmistakeable from any woman, especially the way her panties hugged tight into her plump, smooth ass.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"What a fucking sight! Well, now we've enjoyed the view, why not come properly introduce yourself - no need to be shy! Girls like you get the appreciation they deserve here in Grenton."<br/><br/>
You could tell Charlie was searching the crowd for you. After catching her attention with a wave, the warmest smile appeared on her face. Technically she could obey Keaton's command by sitting with you, but before she could, a stranger grabbed her hand.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"If you wouldn't mind, I'd love to get a *ahem* closer look at the girl!"<br/><br/>
The man's intentionally unsubtle ahem was an obvious request to get Charlie on his lap, just like Lily currently was. Charlie looked to you desperately for instruction. With the respect you had earned, you felt the men would oblige whatever you Charlie decided, but considering that Charlie wanted to go deeper into her sissy side, perhaps it wouldn't hurt for her to sit on him. And it sure would impress Keaton's crew. You got close enough to whisper to her.<br/><br/>
<<if $charmStat gte 2>>
<div class="choice">[[Recommend to Charlie to sit there and grind on him a little.|c2DomKeatonEvent][$charmStat += 1; $pervStat+= 1; $domEvent2 = "charmApproach"; $c2DomKeatonEventState = 12]]</div><br/>
<<else>>
<div class="choice greyedOut">Not charming enough for this approach.</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[[Recommend to Charlie she sits there and see how she feels.|c2DomKeatonEvent][$charmStat += 2; $domEvent2 = "softApproach"; $c2DomKeatonEventState = 12]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $c2DomKeatonEventState is 12>>
<<if $domEvent2 is "charmApproach">>
Charlie looked shocked at the suggestion. To get her to realize you weren't doing this to torment her, you reminded her of her desires.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Hey, don't look at me like that! You're still the eager, little sissy you told me you are, aren't you?"<br/><br/>
She slyly smiled, then moved closer to the man who admired her, who sat waiting with a thrilled expression.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"It's alright, girl - I don't bite!"<br/><br/>
As she went to sit on him, he guided her into position with a steady grip on her hips. For a moment, it seemed she'd be shy to rub hard on the man, though she did grind ever so slightly once, before looking back to you for a strange kind approval.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $domEvent2 is "softApproach">>
Charlie nodded in response, but you could tell needed more encouragement.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You've been a good little sissy so far - keep it up!"<br/><br/>
So many eyes were trained on her as she walked. The man who called out beckoned her onto his lap.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"There you go girl, come sit with me right here - I don't bite!"<br/><br/>
As she went to sit on him, he guided her into position with a steady grip on her hips. For a moment, it seemed she'd be shy to rub hard on the man, though she did grind ever so slightly once, before looking back to you for a strange kind approval.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong Charm3 event. Charm choice.
<</if>>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"He he, how's that? I reckon you like a real man's hands on you, eh?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "It feels... nice, Sir."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"Sir? Ha ha, I'm not so fond of formalities! But you sure do look amazing. Mmm, and you <em>feel</em> even better..."<br/><br/>
Keaton had moved onto to introducing someone else, while the man Charlie was with placed his hands on the fabric covering her flat chest. They ran all over her, down the sides of her hips and over her stocking-clad thighs.<br/><br/>
Noticeably though, he kept his eyes closed from the moment she sat on him, and he touch never came anywhere near the front of her panties and it's contents. It was clear he was using his imagination to conveniently ignore that he was fondling a sissy rather than a girl.<br/><br/>
It was impossible to know how much Charlie was enjoying or not. She always seemed a little overwhelmed when indulging her sissy self, so how much she truly enjoyed her long-held fantasy coming true wasn't something you could tell! You were just amazed at how much she had come along - the amount she was overcoming today was incredible.<br/><br/>
Odd as it felt to get from this situation, you couldn't help but feel a kind of pride. Never in your wildest dreams would you of imagined having a bond like the one you now had with Charlie. You couldn't quite identify exactly what, but something about it was so satisfying.<br/><br/>
Your worries were gone, and instead of the stressful thought patterns of the last few weeks, your inner monologue felt more like yourself again.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerAlpha">Confident thought: </span>"Nobody could of handled this better than you have. You should be proud. Just look at her - without you she'd still be to scared to be herself. You should be proud."<br/><br/>
Keaton had finished introducing all his 'girls' - you didn't want to judge them too much, but honestly, none of them really compared to Charlie in your eyes. You hoped the company of them would give her more confidence.<br/><br/>
<<if $mateType is "sissy">>
With most of your attention on Charlie, you missed most girl's introductions, so it came to you as a shock when you looked over the crowd and saw one of them was $mate!<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Ah, I see you remember $mate? She's actually been to one of these before, but she so nervous that time it felt best to reintroduce her! She's wearing a few lovely items she's earned. Yeah, a real good girl now..."<br/><br/>
It was surreal to see your former friend like this. Her body was completely hairless, and she wore a long wig dark brunette wig. She had gone pretty far: fake tan, pretty colored nails, slutty makeup.
What struck you most of all was that she seemed in no way embarrassed! She stood chatting to a group of guys, her hands proudly placed at her hips. The lace pair of panties were so see-through to the tuck of her limp cock. Pasties covered her nipples under the fetish style, fishnet top she wore. On top of the drastic changes, she looked much skinnier than you remembered.<br/><br/>
Despite everything you had seen in Grenton, this was the strangest part yet. It wasn't long before $mate was ordered onto a guy's lap like all the other girls, and she did so with a smile on her face. <br/><br/>
Unlike the man with Charlie, $mate's admirer began to press firmly on the front of her panties. It looked like at one point he commanded her to leave, but soon after she was back holding a drink for him! These girls were seriously under the thumb of the men here!<br/><br/>
She accidentally made eye contact with you as she walked back to him, then quickly hung her head in shame. Maybe seeing you was too much for her, but she was soon engulfed straight back into her sissy persona when her man sharply slapped her ass and had her sit back on him.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $mateType is "dom">>
With most of your attention on Charlie, you missed most girl's introductions, but you did take a chance to observe your surroundings. Among the men fondling girls, you were shocked to see that one of them was $mate!<br/><br/>
He looked like he was enjoying feeling up every part of the girl he was with; unlike the man with Charlie, he began to press firmly on the front of his girl's panties. It looked like at one point he commanded her to leave, but soon after she was back holding a drink for him! These girls were seriously under the thumb of the men here! The unfortunate girl was thanked with a sharp slap on the ass, before being directed to sit back on him. He was obviously certainly taking advantage of life in Grenton.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong c2DomStrong3 event, mateType.
<</if>>
You felt a hand on your shoulder as you looked at the revelry around you. It was Keaton's.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Look at it - this might be the most successful introduction event we've had! You've done excellent work."<br/><br/>
<span class="innerAlpha">Confident thought: </span>"Excellent work? More like sorting out the shit he started!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Introduction?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Well you know, we throw some more.... intense events, as well."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Yeah well, I don't think Charlie could handle much more intense than this anytime soon. I'm sure part of her would be keen but, she's been through enough right now!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Maybe she has, yes. Don't get me wrong, it's good to realize you can't push these types of girl too quick. But... you and her seem to have a pretty <em>special</em> relationship, it seems. I wasn't going to say anything but... I trust you to make the best decision for you and your sissy. There's a private room over there. I'm just letting you know."<br/><br/>
Keaton patted you twice on the back, leaving you to ponder the implication as he walked off with a cheeky smile.<br/><br/>
<<if $charmStat gte 2>>
<div class="choice">[[Bring up the private room with Charlie if you get a chance.|c2DomKeatonEvent][$pervStat += 1; $domEvent3 = "charmApproach"; $c2DomKeatonEventState = 13]]</div><br/>
<<else>>
<div class="choice greyedOut">Not charming enough for this approach.</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[[Don't mention the private room with Charlie.|c2DomKeatonEvent][$charmStat += 2; $domEvent3 = "softApproach"; $c2DomKeatonEventState = 14]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $c2DomKeatonEventState is 13>>
You weren't sure how Charlie felt right now, but what you did know was that despite her nerves, she was always pretty keen to go one step further as a sissy. Knowing that discreet could let her go yet another step further if she wanted to made you feel you should tell her, if a chance came up.<br/><br/>
Charlie was stood with a couple of men who were chatting to her eagerly, but she would constantly glance over to you. The next time you caught her eye, you beckoned her over. After a polite goodbye to the men, she giddily came to you.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Hey! So... how's it going?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "It's been... surprisingly OK. Honestly, I kind of thought things might get a little crazier than this. Obviously it's a weird situation, but I imagined things would... go a little further."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm just glad it's been enough for you to handle! Keaton told me this is supposed to be some kinda of icebreaker, so apparently heavy petting is about as far as it goes."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Ah... right."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You're disappointed?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "It's fine. Just... well, when a girl dresses up slutty... it makes her want to act the part too."<br/><br/>
<span class="innerAlpha">Confident thought: </span>"She wants to go further, but she won't admit it without a nudge. She's looking for permission..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Well, Miss Charlie... if you really do have such a need to be the naughty girl you say you are, I've heard there's a particularly discreet room over there. I'm sure you could invite someone to join you for a private lap dance."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Great! OK then, how about you?"<br/><br/>
She responded with it so quickly you couldn't help but be shocked.<br/><br/>
Should it really of been so surprising though? What man would she have anymore affection for than you - you, the man who listened to her... who guided her... who knew her. Maybe it was your impressions of what sissies were that had made it somewhat unexpected. Didn't sissies seek out to be dominated? To find 'real men', who would fuck them and leave without saying goodbye? That wasn't the way you'd treated Charlie, yet still it seemed she wanted you...<br/><br/>
<<if $playerOrientation is 'straight'>>
You'd already considered your attraction to sissies before, and after thinking hard on it, you felt pretty certain you would never be into one. And yet, here you were, considering such feelings once again. But this time was different. A sissy was right in front of you, one you knew well, and in some way at least had grown fond of; a sissy who looked deep into your eyes with want. It was moments like this, where a man figures out his true feelings.<br/><br/>
You wondered what $gf would think. Once, around the time some friends of yours were getting married, you both agreed on a free pass to enjoy the occassional lap dance, just in case things got a little wild. As long as things didn't go further than that, you could proceed guilt free. $gf might not of imagined someone like Charlie being the person to give you one, but what did that matter?<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Accept her invitation.|c2DomKeatonEvent][$charliePrivateLap = "yes"; $c2DomKeatonEventState = 14]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Turn her down. You would never do anything with a sissy.|c2DomKeatonEvent][$charliePrivateLap = "no"; $c2DomKeatonEventState = 14]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $playerOrientation is 'open'>>
You had already considered whether you could be attracted to a sissy, and the answer you came to was yes. Here you were with the hottest one in here, and she wanted you to accompany her to the private room!<br/><br/>
The only thing holding you back was thoughts of $gf. Once, around the time some friends of yours were getting married, you both agreed on a free pass to enjoy the occassional lap dance, just in case things got a little wild. As long as things didn't go further than that, you could proceed guilt free. $gf might not of imagined someone like Charlie being the person to give you one, but what did that matter?<br/><br/>
[[Accept her offer|c2DomKeatonEvent][$charliePrivateLap to 'yes'; $c2DomKeatonEventState = 14]]
<<else>>
You had supported Charlie so far, but going to the private room felt like taking things a much more drastic step further. If you were going to do this, you couldn't let things go too far. Just a lap dance. You had already got the green light from $gf that lap dances were OK. She probably didn't expect a person like Charlie to be the person giving you one, but that shouldn't matter!<br/><br/>
Still, did you really want to do this? A lap dance from a sissy... could you handle it?<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Accept her invitation.|c2DomKeatonEvent][$charliePrivateLap = "yes"; $c2DomKeatonEventState = 14]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Turn her down. You would never do anything with a sissy.|c2DomKeatonEvent][$charliePrivateLap = "no"; $c2DomKeatonEventState = 14]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<<elseif $c2DomKeatonEventState is 14>>
<<if $domEvent3 is "charmApproach">>
<<if $charliePrivateLap is 'yes'>>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... would like that."<br/><br/>
Your response made her so happy, and from pure excitement alone, she grabbed your hand and began to pull you towards to the private room. A few men noticed the eagerness and heckled you with cheeky banter that you preferred to ignore.
It turned out there was a corridor to where the private room really was. Being so distant from the Rec room gave it a true sense of privacy. Charlie was biting into her smiling lip as she secured the door behind you... it was just the two of you, alone together.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "So... w-what do you want me to do?"<br/><br/>
<span class="innerAlpha">Confident thought: </span>"She's nervous... but in a different way to before. She just wants to please you..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "He he, are you actually getting shy with me, Miss Charlie? You better not, because I want the <em>hottest</em>, <em>sexiest</em> little sissy in here to give me her best lap dance."<br/><br/>
She turned around silently and pushed her ass into your crotch. The fabric of her panties grinded into you, cushioned by the curves of her smooth and surprisingly buxom ass. She was far more enthusiastic with you than the men from earlier, her hands reaching back to touch your body, to feel you there for her. You couldn't resist taking hold of her hips, pulling her harder into you.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You're such a naughty girl, aren't you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Yes... yes, I am."<br/><br/>
<span class="innerAlpha">Confident thought: </span>"Tease her more! That's what she wants... what she needs..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Feels good, doesn't it? Being the sissy slut you really are. Turn over and face me. I want to look into your eyes as you get on top of me."<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventChar2.jpg" alt="fishnets and heels" class="storyImage"><br/>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1 and $domEvent1 is "charmApproach">>
She moved around on you slowly, carefully balancing on her heels. You held her for support as she did so. Within your hands, somehow her body looked even girlier. The sheer purple fabric covering her gave her skin a decorative violet hue, and though her chest was flat, you felt inclined to touch her there. Despite not having boobs, she seemed to love being felt there as thought she did. When you pressed against her nipples, she threw her head back and exhaled a pleasurable moan.<br/><br/>
A few weeks ago you would never imagined doing anything like this, if someone had described a sissy to you, you probably would of just thought it's some kind of drag thing. You would of never imaged anything sexual with one! Together with Charlie though, any preconceptions you might of had were gone entirely. You were both into each other, and right now, that's all that mattered.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerAlpha">Confident thought: </span>"Who gives a fuck about labels... look how fine she is... how excited she is... all for you."<br/><br/>
She genuinally was. The contents on her panties had grown hard, forming a tent pole inside that strained against the tight material. You could see it was a small cock, but apparently fully aroused, as a shadowed dot appeared where her precum had seeped through it's tip. She looked down to it with embarrassment, but when she looked into your eyes, she could see by the look on your face it wasn't anything to be ashamed of.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
She moved around on you slowly, carefully balancing on her heels. You held her for support as she did so. Within your hands, somehow her body looked even girlier. With a wiggling motion, she pulled down her skirt before taking off her top. She was so slim and smooth; if any body was made to be a sissy, it was this one. Even though she didn't have boobs, you found yourself touching her chest over her bra. She seemed to love being felt there as thought she did. When you pressed against her nipples, she threw her head back and exhaled a pleasurable moan.<br/><br/>
A few weeks ago you would never imagined doing anything like this, if someone had described a sissy to you, you probably would of just thought it's some kind of drag thing. You would of never imaged anything sexual with one! Together with Charlie though, any preconceptions you might of had were gone entirely. You were both into each other, and right now, that's all that mattered.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerAlpha">Confident thought: </span>"Who gives a fuck about labels... look how fine she is... how excited she is... all for you."<br/><br/>
She genuinely was. The contents on her panties had grown hard, forming a tent pole inside that strained against the tight material. You could see it was a small cock, but apparently fully aroused, as a shadowed dot appeared where her precum had seeped through it's tip. She looked down to it with embarrassment, but when she looked into your eyes, she could see by the look on your face it wasn't anything to be ashamed of.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
You were rock hard as well, the pressure of your cock was almost too much to restrain. Charlie must of sensed it, because she suddenly reached to unzip your jeans. You grabbed her by the wrist; pure instinct made you stop her. Despite it, she could read in your face your true desire...<br/><br/>
<span class="innerAlpha">Horny thought: </span>"Just a lap dance? This was always going to be more than that... what's going on here between you both... it was deeper than before this even started."<br/><br/>
When you grip loosened, she knew exactly what to do, freeing your cock from your jeans before climbing back onto you. Her stocking-covered knees came either side of you as you gently supported her down, until your rigid cock proded the thin strap of material that only just covered her hole.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "*Ha*... $name... you're excited too..."<br/><br/>
You were in such a state of arousal you could barely form words. She reached a hand behind her, then pulled up your cock so it rested between her ass cheeks. The fabric of both your underwear and hers was still a barrier, but that didn't stop how good it felt. She used her hand to sandwich your cock against her ass, and rubbed, all while looking you in the eyes.<br/><br/>
The sight of her like this was so hot you couldn't take it much longer. Part of you desperately wanted to go further, to pull your cock out and let Charlie go as wild as she clearly wanted to, but you held back for $gf. Charlie just carried on teasing you, lowering herself to the floor again before giving the outside of your underwear a kiss.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I want to make you cum, $name. Like a good sissy slut..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Charlie... oh my God!"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I'm yours, $name... turning myself into <em>this</em>, all for pleasure."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Good... ugh... girl."<br/><br/>
The pressure had built up to the very tip of your cock, you couldn't take anymore! Your neck shot back as Charlie rubbed the outside of your underwear even harder, and a cumload shot out of you so strongly it went through the fabric! Charlie looked mesmerized by the sight.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "$name, wow!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Fuck! Holy shit!"<br/><br/>
It was over. The tension in your body eased, as the pair of you both caught you breath. You had just gotten an orgasm from a sissy... it was an odder experience, sure, but after all this time in Grenton, it sure felt nice to be intimate again.<br/><br/>
Charlie started to collect herself, read adjusting her outfit; straps had fallen all over the place, and she felt a need to re-tuck herself. Her panties still looked wet from her precum, but it didn't look like she had came. She noticed your awareness.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Oh, he he. Don't worry - trust me, that was amazing!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ha... I'm not sure I believe that. Plenty of girls massage their man's feelings with that line."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Maybe, but a sissy means it! It just shows you've still got more to learn about us."<br/><br/>
<span class="innerAlpha">Confident thought: </span>"My first sissy... that really was something..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "That was... crazy! In a good way!"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "For me too. $name... you make me feels things I had only dreamed of! Thank you..."<br/><br/>
She gave you a quick peck on the cheek. Strangely, after all everything you had gone through together, it was this kiss that actually made you blush. You both suddenly became shy, redressing yourself in the strange afterglow of this whole event.<br/><br/>
You really didn't know what to say after that kiss, but you certainly didn't want her to feel shame for it once again. Wordless, you reached you arms around her, and gave her a hug. Her neck went limp to rest in your chest, as you held her.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "...We should be getting back. But um, I could just use a minute or two longer before getting back out there. You go ahead."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Alright. Who knows, there might be some food left. Meet me by the buffet table when you're ready?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Sure!"<br/><br/>
You smiled as you left her to it. Back at the buffet, there really wasn't much left, but you did at least find an unopened bottle of rum to take back with you. After waiting quite a bit, you couldn't help but feel troubled that Charlie still hadn't appeared.<br/><br/>
Deciding it best to check on her, you approached the private room area, only to find that Charlie had been surrounded by men, and not in a good way. One aggressively pointed a finger in her face, while she had burst into tears.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $charliePrivateLap is 'no'>>
You cared about Charlie; you wanted to support her in her journey, especially as it was her who helped you out of this tough spot. But you simply weren't attracted to sissies. You could recognize Charlie was hot, the same way a straight man can recognize another man is handsome, without any desire to be with her yourself.<br/><br/>
You politely let her know your feelings. It was obviously a bit of a let down for her, but she understood. You made it clear you'd still support her.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerAlpha">Confident thought: </span>"Knowing yourself and what you want is important... some things just can't be changed..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You've been through so much today, why not take a break?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "OK... yeah, just give me a moment."<br/><br/>
After what a rollercoaster today must of ben for her, it felt right to give her some space. As you left her for a moment, one of the men complimented you.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"Really great girl you got there. We'll be seeing more of Charlie soon I hope? Hey, I think there's a few items left at the buffet table, why not take a few things back to your room as a reward."<br/><br/>
With a grateful nod, you took up his advice. There really wasn't much left, but you did at least find an unopened bottle of rum to take back with you.<br/><br/>
You didn't think you had been long, but when you headed back to find Charlie, there was trouble. She had been surrounded by men, and not in a good way. One aggressively pointed a finger in her face, while she had burst into tears.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong. charliePrivateLap c2DomCharm4.
<</if>>
<<elseif $domEvent3 is "softApproach">>
Though she probably would of been up for going to the private room, you didn't want to make Charlie feel overwhelmed.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerAlpha">Confident thought: </span>"She's eager to go faster... but this is for the best..."<br/><br/>
There would be plenty of time to help her go deeper into her sissy side, but after the rollercoaster of today, you felt she needed a little space. As you left her for a moment, one of the men complimented you.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"Really great girl you got there. We'll be seeing more of Charlie soon I hope? Hey, I think there's a few items left at the buffet table, why not take a few things back to your room as a reward."<br/><br/>
With a grateful nod, you took up his advice. There really wasn't much left, but you did at least find an unopened bottle of rum to take back with you.<br/><br/>
You didn't think you had been long, but when you headed back to find Charlie, there was trouble. She had been surrounded by men, and not in a good way. One aggressively pointed a finger in her face, while she had burst into tears.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong c2DomStrong4 event.
<</if>>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Hey, what's going on? Leave her alone!"<br/><br/>
The men were far too agitated to notice. They were apparently accusing Charlie of something; bombarding her with questions while you stood their, overwhelmed.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">???: </span>"She won't even explain herself!"<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Man: </span>"Get her to solitary, now! We can get to the bottom of this there."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "W-wait!"<br/><br/>
One of the stronger men picked her up over his shoulder. She was far too helpless to physically resist him, as he carried her away. The mere idea they could treat her that way filled you with rage.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "HEY! PUT HER DOWN!"<br/><br/>
Such a furious cry caught their attention this time. You quickly realized there were far too many of them for you to take, but that didn't subside your anger.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">???: </span>"Him! He's the one who brought her here! Are you in on this too?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What are you talking about?"<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Man: </span>"Naw, I don't reckon he is... think about it, there's no way he could of known!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I don't give a fuck what this is about - leave Charlie alone! Charlie!!!"<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">???: </span>"Wow, I think you're right. He doesn't have a clue..."<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Man: </span>"Listen up pal, this <em>'Charlie'</em>, ain't who they really are! None of us recognized it until Tom here pointed it out. Most of us were fooled by the costume and makeup."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Tom: </span>"The person you know as 'Charlie' was actually one of the officer's here. 'He' was hired before Grenton was redesigned into what it is today. The ownership in Grenton changed a year ago, but they kept 'him' on, until 'he' suddenly disappeared two months ago."<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Man: </span>"That old owner has been trying to get Grenton back, and make it like it once was. They've made an organized effort to try and discredit this place, hoping to return it to their hands. And then here is 'Charlie'... one of their loyal employees, disguised to fit in at one of the center's most... controversial events."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Tom: </span>"A spy... a saboteur. Look at how quickly they wormed their way here, no girl's ever got here that fast. Think about it, doesn't that seem suspicious?"<br/><br/>
You were dumbstruck by the revelation. In retrospect, it hadn't exactly been difficult to get her to go along along with something most people wouldn't dream of obliging. Could you really have been played this whole time? A pawn in some greater scheme?<br/><br/>
All this coincidence made the men's claims reasonable enough, and yet you didn't want to believe it. You just couldn't accept Charlie had done all this out of some ulterior motive.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerAlpha">Confident thought: </span>"It can't be... there were no signs..."<br/><br/>
Your mind raced to piece this all together, but there wasn't enough time. Charlie had been taken away before you could even speak to her. You stood there looking trying to process it all, there were just so many questions. Before long, Keaton had arrived.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"$name! Word got back to me on this whole mess. Don't you worry about it, they fooled us all."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm... shocked, to be honest. Can you let me in solitary? I just need to speak to her."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"What and raise more suspicion of yourself? Sorry $name, I can't let you do that."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I barely knew anything about her past. But if she really is a spy or something... she's a damn good actor. I can't deny it felt odd how easy it was to convince her into all but at the same time... she came across so genuine."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Hey, I get it. Sometimes affection makes us blind! Right now you need to focus on yourself. Regardless of what anyone thinks, the guys respect how you handled things. You've got something about you, the confident way you carry yourself - people like that! Maybe 'Charlie' was always going to sneak into this, but they could never of planned that it would be <em>you</em> who got them here."<br/><br/>
A feeling of determination was stirring within you. This news had rocked your confidence, but you still had a belief in Charlie. You promised you'd protect her if she did this event for you. No matter what the truth is, you at least owed her that.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "...I've heard what everyone's said, but I can't just accept this. She's not whoever you think she is, and I'm going to prove it."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Nobody's going to stop you trying. But 'Charlie' ain't getting out of solitary anytime soon - we won't risk it. If you want any chance of convincing the men about them, you're going to need to earn way more of these guys trust."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Great... and how am I supposed to go about that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Well... why not put those skills of yours to good work! These bound to be a few girls who could use guidance from a guy like you. If you can train them up a bit, or just help em build their confidence, the men will see you're the real deal."<br/><br/>
For once, you felt you could trust Keaton's advice. It would be more work, but if this could get you access to Charlie, it would be worth it.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerAlpha">Confident thought: </span>"The way they're treating Charlie... it's wrong. I won't leave her like this... but I need to play this smart."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "OK... I'll do it. But swear to me you'll keep her safe."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"They'll be fine, a little lonely at worst! Get some rest - we should catch up soon. Don't worry to much - maybe a new girl or two will distract you soon enough, ha!"<br/><br/>
Keaton directed a sharp whistle to one of his crew.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"$name, you didn't go forgetting the perks of our deal, did you? Life's going to be so much sweeter for you now. You, show $name to his new digs, will ya?"<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Man: </span>"Sure thing, Boss!"<br/><br/>
New digs? As conflicted as you were, there was no good you could do here. As the man lead the way, all you could think of was Charlie.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|DOMtempEnding]]
<!-- Assertive Dom path-->
<<elseif $c2DomKeatonEventState is 30>>
You did your best to remain patient as Charlie dressed. It was taking quite some time, which wouldn't of been a problem if you weren't in the company of one of Keaton's men. The door guard frequently looked at you with distrust.<br/><br/>
<<if $andersonDomTrusted is 1>>
It suddenly struck you that you forgot something; the deal you made with Anderson! He should of been here long before now. It really didn't matter anymore now that you had Charlie, but you decided against your better judgment to ask the unfriendly guard if he had seen him around here.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Oh yeah, Anderson! He told me to pass on a message to you actually. He said 'Have fun tonight, little lady'. Ha ha, you really thought he'd sort shit out for you? The only thing he's done is show everyone those fit pics of your girl!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "That bastard! I'll kick his fucking ass."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"I'd leave it if I were you, he's looked after in here. I guess he didn't expect you to bring a girl of your own though."<br/><br/>
You quietly seethed in anger. Maybe Anderson really was untouchable, but at least you knew for certain not to trust him again.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
You couldn't take much more of this waiting around, and banged on the cupboard door.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Charlie! What's going on? Aren't you ready yet?"<br/><br/>
A muffled voice came from the other side.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "$name... I'm... I'm dressed, but... I think I've got a bit carried away the outfit! It's so... revealing. I don't... I don't think I'm ready for them to see me like this!"<br/><br/>
It seemed she was struggling to handle her fantasies clashing with reality once again. From what you knew of Charlie, you felt she did want to dress as slutty as possible, but her fear was setting in.<br/><br/>
<<if $domStat gte 2>>
<div class="choice">[[Command your sissy to come out here. Now.|c2DomKeatonEvent][$domStat += 1; $domEvent1 = "domApproach"; $c2DomKeatonEventState = 31]]</div><br/>
<<else>>
<div class="choice greyedOut">Not dominant enough for this approach.</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[[Tell her to just change into female clothes she's more comfortable in.|c2DomKeatonEvent][$charmStat += 1; $domEvent1 = "softApproach"; $c2DomKeatonEventState = 31]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $c2DomKeatonEventState is 31>>
<<if $domEvent1 is "domApproach">>
Silence hung for a moment, before the door slowly creaked open. A black heel nudged out first, followed by a smooth leg covered by sheer stockings. It was happening, she was actually doing this! Knowing she still needed you to take the lead a little, you pulled open the rest of the door to reveal Charlie entirely transformed into a sissy slut!<br/><br/>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>
She was wearing the gift you had given her: a fine, purple corset that fit her perfectly. It's fit was tight in the chest, which accentuated her hips to look so womanly. The lingerie's bra cups weren't very big, but gave enough shape to appear like she had cute boobs. Small as they looked, it gave her an elegant, feminine figure. Less elegant some might say, was the bulge in her tiny purple panties, the fabric of which didn't leave much room for hiding. While she tucked away most of it, a peek her smooth balls poked outside it's edges.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventChar1.jpg" alt="purple lingerie outfit" class="storyImage"><br/>
The outfit matched perfectly with the black heels and fishnets she brought with her. You had no doubt in your mind she truly enjoyed getting to dress like this, but you could see her shame holding her back. She looked solely at the ground, desperate to avoid seeing anybody's expression, even yours. Her eyes were mostly covered by her messy fringe of her dirty-blonde hair, but you could see she had used some of the makeup that had come with the gift.<br/><br/>
She looked amazing. She had put a lot of effort in, but you could understand why she was embarrassed. It felt best to take command quickly, leaving litttle room for her nerves to get the better of her.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
She certainly had not held back from looking slutty; no wonder she was intimidated to show herself like this. She wore a low-cut, black bra with lace so sheer you could see through to the pinks of her nipples, even layered underneath her black, mesh top. Around her slim waist was a red tartan miniskirt, so short it couldn't quite cover the bulge of her black panties. A small gap between her skirt and top exposed her smooth, flat stomach.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventChar1alt.jpg" alt="slutty outfit" class="storyImage"><br/>
The outfit matched well with the black heels and fishnets she brought with her. You had no doubt in your mind she truly enjoyed getting to dress like this, but you could see her shame holding her back. She looked solely at the ground, desperate to avoid seeing anybody's expression, even yours. Her eyes were mostly covered by her messy fringe of her dirty-blonde hair, but you could see she had applied some makeup too; her lips painted a deep red, and complimented with a light but rosy blush.<br/><br/>
She looked amazing. She had put a lot of effort in, but you could understand why she was embarrassed. It felt best to take command quickly, leaving litttle room for her nerves to get the better of her.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $domEvent1 is "softApproach">>
Charlie shouted some kind of acknowledgement from beyond the door before going silent again to change once more. With a stricter approach you probably could of convinced her into wearing the slutty one, but what did it matter? She had obeyed enough of your demands, if a different look made her more comfortable, so be it. Still, knowing how much her shame pressurizes her to back out of things otherwise enjoy, wouldn't ordering her to wear it of been to her benefit?<br/><br/>
This outfit change was taking far too long. Just as you were about to knock on the cupboard again, the door creaked open. A black heel nudged out, followed by a smooth leg covered in sheer stockings. It was happening, she was actually doing this! You couldn't wait much longer, and pushed gently on the door to finally reveal Charlie entirely transformed into a sissy slut!<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventChar1alt2.jpg" alt="black sexy outfit" class="storyImage"><br/>
Despite toning things down she still looked pretty close to a girl! Her smooth legs were covered by a sleek black pencil skirt that was so short it barely met the top of her stockings. She was wearing some kind of panties, you couldn't tell exactly what but there was an outline of them showing at her bulge an the front of her skirt. She wore a cami top that near matched the skirt's material, and looked like had a bra underneath. A small gap between her skirt and top exposed her flat stomach, with tight abs, the kind that a hot fitness model girl would have. <br/><br/>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>
It was more than disappointing to you that she hadn't used the gift you had set up for her. It was understandable, considering how revealing it was, but as a dominant you couldn't help but think you should of given more of a push into it. You got some comfort that she at least used the makeup that came with it.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
The outfit matched well with the black heels. You still believed she had actually wanted to dress sluttier, but shame had got to her once again, shame that was eating away at her even now as she dressed more modestly. Charlie was looking at the ground to avoid seeing anybody's expression.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Wow, Charlie, you look ready to show the world what a dirty girl you are, don't you? The men are going to love you! Let's go."<br/><br/>
She looked so nervous she couldn't even mutter a word. She had never truly imagined getting this far, yet here she was, thanks to your assertive hand encouragin her. It was you who had built her up to this point - under your control, she had the 'permission' she so despearatly seemed to need, in order to go deeper into the part of herself that caused her so much shame.<br/><br/>
As long as you were in command of her, she could tell herself she had no choice to be the sissy she was turning into. Ironically, it was in obeying you that was setting her free.<br/><br/>
Charlie trotted clumsily in the heels after you. You walked ahead of her, intending to make it clear to the men in here that while Charlie was yours, you kept an cold, authorative distance from your sissy. You held her shoulder to keep her balance at one point, but that was as much physical support as you'd provide.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "All this preparation, and you didn't practice walking in heels? It seems some more training needs to be arranged."<br/><br/>
Before she could respond, the door man noticed you both return.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Why hello there, Miss! It's always wonderful to see a new girl with such a pretty smile. Wow, we almost never get ones that look this good! You've done an excellent job, err, I guess you both have."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm sure Charlie is happy to hear that. She's new to this... but very keen to look good for men."<br/><br/>
Charlie was still unable to speak, but the guard didn't care. In the presence of her impressive transformation, his attitude had completely changed. He appeared to have an entirely new impression of you, so much so that he now spoke to you with a newfound respect. It seemed he doubted you'd follow through earlier, but the proof was in the pudding, and Charlie was especially sweet.<br/><br/>
Ready as you were ever going to be, the man lead you both inside the Rec room. It was surprisingly uncrowded, with only a handful of men here so far.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"We're still awaiting all the arrivals, but Keaton will be here soon enough to kick things off. Hey, I didn't even introduce myself properly - I'm Steve, good to meet ya! Now then Charlie, you go through that door over there to the back; the other girls are waiting there, they'll fill you in on what to do. $name, us guys wait in here."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Get going, Charlie. You do your best to put a good show, understood? Don't dissapoint me."<br/><br/>
Clearly her embarassment was causing a kind of discomfort for her; she kept her arms hugged tight around her as the men oggled her, but obediently she turned in the direction to do as she was told. You caught a soft whisper of disbelief from her.<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "Oh... oh my God."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You need to stop worrying little, sissy! They've all seen you for who truly are now - your secret is out! You might as well pull yourself together and stop pretending you don't love every minute of this!"<br/><br/>
Though she didn't respond verbally, she certainly took on board what you said. Her walk out of here was one of shame, as each step of her heels made an attention grabbing clack in the otherwise silent room.<br/><br/>
The cheeks of her smooth, curvy ass jiggled as she marched away, a sight not a single one of the men couldn't stare at. Everything about her fed into such a feminine figure: her height, build, hair and outfit just looked so girly. As she disappeared from view, the men spoke up about the apparently extraordinary effort.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Wow, you've... you've done <em>very</em> well."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"Fuck! You've been here how long, and you've already got a girl that looks like THAT!? Incredible!"<br/><br/>
You didn't need their approval to know you had done a good job; ever since you got Charlie locked in as your replacement, you felt a sweet self-satisfaction. Honestly, what an amateur operation this must be to try making you do this, while missing someone as naturally feminine and submissive as Charlie.<br/><br/>
As part of the event, a buffet table had been setup, which the men invited you to help yourself to. There were cakes, sweets and even a range of alcoholic drinks. One man poured you a vodka and coke; you weren't used to Grenton's strangers treating you well, but it was the kind of service you could happily get used to.<br/><br/>
Part of you wanted to check in on Charlie, give her another order to keep her on her toes, but with all the other men keeping away from the girls, it seemed best not to. You were just about to finish off your drink when you were suddenly interrupted.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"The FUCK is going on here!?"<br/><br/>
You turned to see Keaton aggressively staring at you. If it was supposed to look intimidating, it didn't work on you.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"Boss... he came here with-"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"She! It's she - though I understand your misconception considering she hasn't made ANY effort! And who let her drink?"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"Hey Keaton, you got it twisted, man! This guy came in here with one of the finest girls we've seen!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"He's not wrong, Boss!"<br/><br/>
Despite the men backing up your achievements, Keaton wouldn't listen. It seemed you'd need to take some control over the situation.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Keaton, I don't know what impression you've got of me to make you think I can be addressed like that. Despite your mixup, I went to the trouble of bringing a nice little someone who <em>can</em> satisfy your demands, but if I don't recieve a little respect, I might reconsider the offer. She's in the back, if you were wondering."<br/><br/>
Keaton was more than a little taken back by your confidence, but seemed to swallow his pride. It looked like he still didn't believe you, but it was enough to convince him to at least check the back room. Before long until he was back with a huge smile on his face, his thick hands clasped together in glee.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"OK... wow... You know, $name? I think you're correct - I've obviously been mistaken about you! Lads, pour out a few more drinks..."<br/><br/>
Full cups were passed around between everyone, as Keaton looked on ecstatically. He raised his drink and put a strong hand on your shoulder.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Boys, let's give a toast to the latest member of our crew... $name!"<br/><br/>
Everyone held their drinks up high and cheered for you. As bizarre a situation as this was, it was hard not to smile. You had actually pulled all this off; against all odds, you achieved a win-win-win situation. Keaton and his crew were happy, Charlie finally was submitting to her true self, and all your burdens were gone. Now, you were free to enjoy the luxuries Keaton promised. It felt like quite the accomplishment.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Allow me to apologize for the pressure I put on you, mate! But hey, personal growth is what Grenton is all about, a ha ha! Seems you've achieved quite a lot in your short stay here!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Steve: </span>"This guy must be a natural at training them, Keaton! To do what he did, and in almost no time at all... it's crazy!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"$name, I hope you'll forgive me for... underestimating your character. Being this place's leader is busy work, I haven't been able to pay quite as much attention to newcomers as I used to. I hold my hands up, I made a wrong call this time! You seem like a real go-getting guy."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I appreciate the recognition. For now on, don't go messing with me. Unless it's cash, I never want to find another note under my bed again, understood?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Ha! Honestly, with the quality of that girl you brought... you're one of us now, for real. Despite the rocky start, if you can put that earlier business behind us I think this could be start of a very mutually beneficial relationship. What d'ya say?"<br/><br/>
You weren't going to protest. It felt like Keaton truly was humbled by his misjudgement - the respect from him felt sincere enough. After all this mess, all you wanted most was to be able to finally relax in here.<br/><br/>
Over drinks was the perfect opportunity to really get to know what this whole operation was about. Most surprising of all was how all these men just seemed like normal guys. Regular men stuck in an irregular place. It didn't quench your curiosity for what exactly this even was, so you questioned Keaton on it.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Well, this event... it's an ice-breaker for any new girls - helps ease into their role, y'know, get comfortable being themselves here in Grenton. I don't know what you expected, but it's really not that intense at all. Actually, it's about time I get this all started. Alright boys! Get yourselves cosy in the back - the show is about to begin!"<br/><br/>
The men busily shuffled around. Some picked at the last bits of the buffet, while a few hastily poured drinks to take through with them. Most men followed Keaton to the back room area, but a sizeable number took their food and beverages and left entirely.<br/><br/>
Apparently the event wasn't for everyone's tastes, but you stayed to observe. At the very least you needed to keep an eye on your sissy. Seats were laid out, facing a kind of makeshift stage. You sat with the other men, puzzled at what exactly would go down.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"I think that's everyone ready! OK, come on girls let's get a look at you, ah ha ha!"<br/><br/>
The audience was already rowdy - a chorus of jeering and laughing men. You wished they'd stop, you didn't want this to be any harder than it had to for Charlie. From a doorway to the side, a feminine figure walked out to the middle of the stage. She was dressed quite basic. A standard looking bra, and what looked like panties under her very dark tights. She walked gracefully in her heels, much more so than Charlie did.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Boys... this is Lily. Quite a nice effort considering she only arrived six days ago!"<br/><br/>
Their face was hidden under the thick length of their brown hair. If this was the haircut she arrived at Grenton with, you weren't surprised Keaton picked her out. Sheer tights covered the blue panties she wore underneath. The outline of a small, limp cock was visible inside the panties.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventSsy1.jpg" alt="the view of a sissy with bulge in panties" class="storyImage"><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Mismatched panties? Naughty girl! Why don't you sit over there with Jason - maybe the nice lad can get you a proper outfit!"<br/><br/>
Lily followed the order immediately, waddling over to the man as other smiled at the sight of her smooth body. There was nowhere for her to sit until Jason widened his legs, an purposeful gesture inviting her to set on his lap. She looked round uncomfortable, before begrudgingly perching onto him.<br/><br/>
At first, she tried to hover just over his leg, but Jason soon pulled her into him until her ass was directly on his crotch. Her face was bright red, as men all around her looked at her - her figure so delicate in comparison to the hollering men around her. Jason kept hold of her with a muscular arm around her waist, an excited look appearing on his face the moment that Lily, without any instruction, began to grind on him.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Heh heh, good stuff! Alright, onto the next one, shall we?"<br/><br/>
The men roared. It was only after their yells quietened that the next girl found the courage to come out; it was Charlie. Her head was bowed down so her white-blonde hair hid her eyes from view; unable to see her face, you worried for her.<br/><br/>
At one point, she wobbled badly on one of her heels, to which a couple of drunken idiots responded with an inarticulate jeer. Thankfully it was drowned out quickly by wolf whistles and more complimentary sounding heckles. From her neck and presumably upwards, her skin had turned a burning red, but despite it all, she managed to walk the middle of the stage. The whole time she had kept her hands down over her crotch to cover herself.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Quite a looker, isn't she? She was brought here today by a new member of our crew. $name, would you care to introduce this girl of yours?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Well boys, this sissy here is called Charlie. You can probably tell she's shy, but don't let her meek appearance fool you. Deep down she's dreamed of being one of the filthiest slut she can be. She's dressed like that specifically to please all of you, so for her sake, I hope you like what you see. Charlie... move your hands out the way and turn around. Let everyone get a better look at your girly body."<br/><br/>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>
She took a deep breath before letting her hands come to her hips, revealing the tiny purple panties she was wearing. It was harder to see from a distance, but she was still almost spilling out of them. As she slowly turned around, the view of her from behind looked unmistakeable from any woman, especially the way her panties hugged tight into her plump, smooth ass.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
During the walk to the stage, her skirt had rode slightly upwards, exposing much more of herself. She took a deep breath before letting her hands come to her hips, revealing the small black panties she was wearing. It was harder to see from a distance, but you could see the bulge that had formed in the front of them. As she slowly turned around, the view of her from behind looked unmistakeable from any woman, especially the way her panties hugged tight into her plump, smooth ass.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Ooh, $name's done a fine job training you, hasn't he? Could you get her to come a bit closer for us?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"What a fucking sight! $name's done a fine job training you, hasn't he? Well, now we've enjoyed the peek, why not come properly introduce yourself - no need to be shy! Girls like you get the appreciation they deserve here in Grenton."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"If you wouldn't mind, I'd love to get a *ahem* closer look at the girl!"<br/><br/>
<<if $domStat gte 2>>
<div class="choice">[[Command your sissy to sit on the man's lap.|c2DomKeatonEvent][$domStat += 1; $domEvent2 = "domApproach"; $c2DomKeatonEventState = 32]]</div><br/>
<<else>>
<div class="choice greyedOut">Not dominant enough for this approach.</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[[Tell Charlie to come closer.|c2DomKeatonEvent][$domStat += 1; $domEvent2 = "softApproach"; $c2DomKeatonEventState = 32]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $c2DomKeatonEventState is 32>>
<<if $domEvent2 is "domApproach">>
Charlie looked shocked at the suggestion. Maybe she thought you were just doing this to torment her, but you knew her desires. However she felt right now, she'd benefit in the long run.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Don't keep us waiting, sissy! Sit down, now!"<br/><br/>
She obeyed the command. In eagerness to obey the strict order, she almost broke into a run, though she slowed down realizing she couldn't move that fast in her heels without falling. The man who wanted to admire her sat waiting with a thrilled expression.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"Come on girl, I don't bite."<br/><br/>
As she went to sit on him, he pulled her into position with a steady grip on her hips.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $domEvent2 is "softApproach">>
Charlie slowly walked forward.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Don't keep him waiting, Charlie."<br/><br/>
She hurried up as much as she could, but you could see she was struggling not to fall in her heels. The man who wanted to admire her sat waiting with a thrilled expression. Considering your main goal was to make sure she satisfied the men, you lured her a little closer to him.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Charlie, don't be shy. Let the man see what an effort you made."<br/><br/>
Shyly she approached him, and once she was in his range, he grabbed her wrist to get her attention.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"Come on girl, have a seat here with me - I don't bite."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Do as he says, sissy!"<br/><br/>
She hesitated for a moment, but obliged. As she did, he pulled her into position with a steady grip on her hips.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong c2DomStrong3 event. domEvent2 choice.
<</if>>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"There you go. I reckon you like a real man's hands on you, eh?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Go ahead and answer him."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "It feels... nice, Sir."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Man: </span>"Sir? Ha ha, I'm not so fond of formalities! But you sure do look amazing. Mmm, and you <em>feel</em> even better..."<br/><br/>
Keaton had moved onto to introducing someone else, while the man Charlie was with placed his hands on the fabric covering her flat chest. They ran all over her, down the sides of her hips and over her stocking-clad thighs.<br/><br/>
Noticeably though, he kept his eyes closed from the moment she sat on him, and he touch never came anywhere near the front of her panties and it's contents. It was clear he was using his imagination to conveniently ignore that he was fondling a sissy rather than a girl.<br/><br/>
You had no idea to what degree Charlie was enjoying this. She always seemed a little overwhelmed when indulging herself as a sissy slut; how much she truly enjoyed her long-held fantasy coming true wasn't something you could tell! That she hadn't fainted from being pushed like this seemed a good enough sign to you. So far, she was satisfying the requirements you had of her.<br/><br/>
Odd as it felt to get from this situation, you felt a strange kind of pride. The state that Charlie had been transformed into was all because of you - your commands, your authority your power over her. There was something about it was so satisfying.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerDom">???: </span>"It takes a strong type of person to take control someone... you did this to her... now she's yours."<br/><br/>
You couldn't help grinning at the thought. As far as you were concerned, Charlie had been put in the place she deserved, and you had proven it certainly wasn't the place anyone should dream of putting you in.<br/><br/>
Keaton had shown off a few more girls now, but you found Charlie to be the best sissy on display by far.<br/><br/>
<<if $mateType is "sissy">>
With most of your attention on Charlie, you missed most girl's introductions, so it came to you as a shock when you looked over the crowd and saw one of them was $mate!<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Ah, I see you remember $mate? She's actually been to one of these before, but she so nervous that time it felt best to reintroduce her! She's wearing a few lovely items she's earned. Yeah, a real good girl now..."<br/><br/>
It was surreal to see your former friend like this. Her body was completely hairless, and she wore a long wig dark brunette wig. She had gone pretty far: fake tan, pretty colored nails, slutty makeup.
What struck you most of all was that she seemed in no way embarrassed! She stood chatting to a group of guys, her hands proudly placed at her hips. The lace pair of panties were so see-through to the tuck of her limp cock. Pasties covered her nipples under the fetish style, fishnet top she wore. On top of the drastic changes, she looked much skinnier than you remembered.<br/><br/>
Despite everything you had seen in Grenton, this was the strangest part yet. It wasn't long before $mate was ordered onto a guy's lap like all the other girls, and she did so with a smile on her face. You should of felt sorry for your friend... yet you really didn't.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerDom">???: </span>"$mate was nothing like Charlie... how could they let that happen to them. How pathetic."<br/><br/>
Unlike the man with Charlie, $mate's admirer began to press firmly on the front of her panties. It looked like at one point he commanded her to leave, but soon after she was back holding a drink for him! These girls were seriously under the thumb of the men here!<br/><br/>
She accidentally made eye contact with you as she walked back to him, then quickly hung her head in shame. Maybe seeing you was too much for her, but she was soon engulfed straight back into her sissy persona when her man sharply slapped her ass and had her sit back on him.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $mateType is "dom">>
With most of your attention on Charlie, you missed most girl's introductions, but you did take a chance to observe your surroundings. Among the men fondling girls, you were shocked to see that one of them was $mate!<br/><br/>
He looked like he was enjoying feeling up every part of the girl he was with; unlike the man with Charlie, he began to press firmly on the front of his girl's panties. It looked like at one point he commanded her to leave, but soon after she was back holding a drink for him! These girls were seriously under the thumb of the men here! The unfortunate girl was thanked with a sharp slap on the ass, before being directed to sit back on him. He was obviously certainly taking advantage of life in Grenton.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong c2DomStrong3 event, mateType.
<</if>>
You felt a hand on your shoulder as you looked at the revelry around you. It was Keaton's.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Look at it - this might be the most successful introduction event we've had! You've done excellent work."<br/><br/>
<span class="innerDom">???: </span>"Introduction? If this is just a start, it sounds like Charlie use to you won't end today. She'll need to be kept in your servitude..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "There's more events than this?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Well you know, we throw some more.... intense things, as well."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Well, I'm sure I could have Charlie participate in what you need - as long as I get something in return."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"You reckon she's up for anything, do you? Usually you can't push these sissy types too quick."<br/><br/>
<<if $domStat gte 2>>
<div class="choice">[[Tell Keaton you're confident you can get her to do much more.|c2DomKeatonEvent][$charmStat += 1; $domEvent3 = "domApproach"; $c2DomKeatonEventState = 33]]</div><br/>
<<else>>
<div class="choice greyedOut">Not dominant enough for this approach.</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[[Tell Keaton she'll be ready for more after some extra training.|c2DomKeatonEvent][$domEvent3 = "softApproach"; $c2DomKeatonEventState = 33]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $c2DomKeatonEventState is 33>>
<<if $domEvent3 is "domApproach">>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Wow, you think? Let's give her a push even further now then. There's a private room just over there. That guy all over Charlie right now, he's Brad. I'm sure he'd be happy to join Charlie for a 'private session'. Don't let her go too crazy - maybe just a lap dance. You'll need to supervise though, keep your girl in line... and stop Brad getting too 'intimate'."<br/><br/>
You liked the sound of the idea; it seemed like a natural next step for Charlie to take. Part of you felt tempted to let her go even wilder, but perhaps patience was best. You approached Brad and offered him the opportunity, which he excitedly took up, before ordering Charlie to head to the private area. Brad sat on one of those portable chairs, well-suited for someone to perform around him.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Brad: </span>"Mmm Charlie... ready to show me what a naughty girl you are?"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "W-what do you want me to do?"<br/><br/>
<span class="innerDom">???: </span>"This sissy knows what she wants, she's too pussy to admit it. She looking to be ordered by her man. If she's 'got to do it', it's not her decision... it wasn't her who decided to do it. Such mental gymnastics to avoid the guilt of being who they truly are..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Are you going to keep playing dumb, or are you going to be a good girl and grind on him, just like we all know you want to, sissy."<br/><br/>
She blushed pink before turning around and gingerly pushing her ass into Brad's crotch. Brad went to pull her hips, but you stopped him with an authroative cough.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "This is a no hands session. She'll please you with her body alone, won't you Charlie?"<br/><br/>
Wordlessly, Charlie responded by rubbing harder onto Brad. She was obviously trying, but it seemed she needed some direction.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerDom">???: </span>"Such a devoted sissy slut... it's time for her to work harder..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Turn around, show the man that girly body of yours. Put your arms around him. Do you like kissing from your girls, Brad?"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Brad: </span>"Not usually, but a girl as fine as this, why not?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You hear that? You'll kiss him too."<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventChar2.jpg" alt="fishnets and heels" class="storyImage"><br/>
She turned around nervously, trying to keep her legs closeed so as not to spill outside her panties. When she was positioned on top of Brad, she kissed him as he wanted. Brad moaned, but Charlie was wincing - it was like she was forcing herself to keep doing it. Apparently, this wasn't turning her on; you'd have to really push her buttons.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Obedient little sissy aren't you, Charlie? I guess kissing alone is too wholesome for a filthy slut like you."<br/><br/>
Her only response was an involutentary one of her skin flushing a deeper red.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerDom">???: </span>"Keep teasing her... shame... it fuels her. Her desires... they're so perverted to her... but she wants them nonetheless."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Brad, can you believe this is her <em>first</em> time doing this?"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Brad: </span>"Really? Wow, she must be a natural born slut then! Come on bitch, grind on me like you mean it! Are you ashamed or something? You're already rubbing up against a real man, and dressed like that, haha. Come on now."<br/><br/>
Charlie buried her face into her shoulder, a futile attempt at hiding her humilation from you both. You couldn't help notice she wasn't quite as lost in the thrill as you would of hoped.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerDom">???: </span>"The physical isn't enough... there's something more to what drives her... something more she needs... you know it..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What's the matter, Charlie? You said you were lonely didn't you, is this too much attention to handle? Nobody noticed you until you became what you are now. If you don't accept that, who will even want you. You're a sissy because it's exactly what a you're made for, so get used to it..."<br/><br/>
It was so blunt that even Brad seemed shocked, yet it had fired up Charlie. He was soon distracted again as she moved her body so eagerly over him, girating her hips like a professional stripper. It looked painful for Brad to resist touching now, his cock was rock hard under his clothes, and it prodded hard into Charlie's ass as she came down on him.<br/><br/>
Her excitement was clear now. The contents on her panties had grown hard, forming a tent pole inside that strained against the tight material. You could see it was a small cock, but apparently fully aroused, as a shadowed dot appeared where her precum had seeped through it's tip. She looked down to it with embarrassment, but after catching your glance, she was apparently determined to continue.<br/><br/>
And begrudment she displayed before was completely betrayed by her apperance right now. She was so turned on to serve like this.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Brad: </span>"Good girl... ugh... yeah, keep going."<br/><br/>
<span class="innerDom">???: </span>"The perfect sissy slut... owned by you."<br/><br/>
He could no longer resist touching her, dragging her girly ass deeper into his lap with each grind. Seeing as Charlie could handle things now, you didn't protest. It pleased you to see your sissy could so fully seduce a man - what man could resist feeling her at this point?<br/><br/>
You didn't need to see the finish - you'd leave Charlie to handle that. It wasn't even a minute before you heard Brad groan in pleasure, followed by an awkward silence. When he finally came out, he seemed like a totally different man, one who wasn't keen to linger on what just happened.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Brad: </span>"Err, here, for you. See you two around, I guess."<br/><br/>
He handed you $15, then hurried off. Apparently he saw you as some kind of pimp! When you went to check in on Charlie, you found her dishevelled and almost out of breath. It looked like she had taken all she could handle for today.<br/><br/>
<<set $money += 15>>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Good girl."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "$name... oh... this has been a lot for me... all at once."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "This is what you wanted, wasn't it? You've been very easy to convince."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "I... can't go back out there yet. There's... some mess."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You came? You truly are a sissy if that's all it took!"<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "No... well, that's not far off. No, it was... from him."<br/><br/>
She was too tired to even stand, and instead shuffled around on her hands and knees. A thick jet of cum streaked up her panties, and dribbled slowly down onto her stockings. Clearly Brad's sudden change in mentality was his post-nut clarity. Charlie looked a little distraught - it seemed her horniness had worn off, and the nautre of the reality that setting back in was difficult to bear.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I don't know what you expected. If you're going to be a sissy, you're going to have to get used to getting a little cum on you."<br/><br/>
<span class="innerDom">???: </span>"The temptation to push her more is always there, but a little patience is needed right now. Only you can stop her freaking out. Let her know she's safe under your control, to keep her on the long course to accepting the sissy she truly is..."<br/><br/>
You grabbed some napkins from the buffet table quickly, which she thanked you for as you passed them to her. Most of the mess was easy enough to wipe off, but it had left a stain in the panties and stockings. Now she had to go back in public in this outfit, with an obvious mark she had just been used.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "It's not a big deal, nobody will notice if you don't bring attention to it. Let's get you out of here - I think you'll be excited for more once you recharge your batteries."<br/><br/>
You both exitted, only to see Keaton still around the buffet table.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Wow, you've really got a well trained girl on your hands there, $name. So, we'll be seeing more Charlie soon, I hope. Hey, I think there's a few items left at the buffet table, why not take a few things back to your room as a reward?"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $domEvent3 is "softApproach">>
You felt Charlie had performed to an acceptable degree today. As slutty as she wanted to be, anything more right now might come as too overwhelming. No doubt she'd be trained to handle much more than this by you soon enough.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerDom">???: </span>"She needs more time, but she's a true sissy slut; no doubt about it..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Sounds promising. So, we'll be seeing more Charlie soon, I hope. Hey, I think there's a few items left at the buffet table, why not take a few things back to your room as a reward."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong c2DomStrong4 event.
<</if>>
With a grateful nod, you took up his advice. There really wasn't much left, but you did at least find an unopened bottle of rum to take back with you.<br/><br/>
Charlie had stayed behind as you did so, and when you returned to her, there was trouble. A group of men had surrounded her - and not in a good way. One aggressively pointed a finger in her face, while she had burst into tears.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Hey, what the hell is going on? Get away from her!"<br/><br/>
The men were too flustered to notice. They were accusing Charlie of something, and bombarding her with questions which she remained silent to.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">???: </span>"She won't even explain herself!"<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Man: </span>"Get her to solitary, now! We can get to the bottom of this there."<br/><br/>
<span class="charlie">Charlie:</span> "W-wait!"<br/><br/>
One of the stronger men picked her up over his shoulder. She was far too helpless to physically resist him, as he carried her away. The mere idea they could treat her that way filled you with rage.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "HEY! PUT HER THE FUCK DOWN!"<br/><br/>
You yell was so furocious that it caught their attention this time, and the countless number of faces staring at you made you quickly realized there was no chance you could fight them That didn't subside your anger though.<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">???: </span>"Him! He's the one who brought her here! Are you in on this too?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What are you talking about?"<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Man: </span>"Naw, I don't reckon he is... think about it, there's no way he could of known!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I don't give a fuck what this is about - leave Charlie alone! Charlie!!!"<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">???: </span>"Wow, I think you're right. He doesn't have a clue..."<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Man: </span>"Listen up pal, this <em>'Charlie'</em>, ain't who they really are! None of us recognized it until Tom here pointed it out. Most of us were fooled by the costume and makeup."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Tom: </span>"The person you know as 'Charlie' was actually one of the officer's here. 'He' was hired before Grenton was redesigned into what it is today. The ownership in Grenton changed a year ago, but they kept 'him' on, until 'he' suddenly disappeared two months ago."<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Man: </span>"That old owner has been trying to get Grenton back, and make it like it once was. They've made an organized effort to try and discredit this place, hoping to return it to their hands. And then here is 'Charlie'... one of their loyal employees, disguised to fit in at one of the center's most... controversial events."<br/><br/>
<span class="khan">Tom: </span>"A spy... a saboteur. Look at how quickly they wormed their way here, no girl's ever got here that fast. Think about it, doesn't that seem suspicious?"<br/><br/>
You were dumbstruck by the revelation. In retrospect, it hadn't exactly been difficult to get her to go along along with something most people wouldn't dream of obliging. Could you really have been played this whole time? A pawn in some greater scheme?<br/><br/>
All this coincidence made the men's claims reasonable enough, and yet you couldn't quite believe it. No way did Charlie have that in them. The thought ate away at you; for these last few hours you had felt so dominant, so in control again. Even the mere suggestion of that control being taken away from you didn't feel right.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerDom">???: </span>"It doesn't make sense. She was completely dominated."<br/><br/>
Your mind raced to piece this all together, but there wasn't enough time. Charlie had been taken away before you could even speak to her. You stood there looking trying to process it all, there were just so many questions. Before long, Keaton had arrived.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"$name! Word got back to me on this whole mess. Don't you worry about it, they fooled us all."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm... shocked, to be honest. I can get to the bottom of this. Let me get in solitary to speak to her - now!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"What and raise more suspicion of yourself? Sorry $name, I can't let you do that."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I barely knew anything about her past. But if she really is a spy or something... she's a damn good actor. I can't deny she gave way to my control pretty quick, but... it all felt so authentic."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Ha, you're a natural born Dom - it must of been unthinkable anoyone could manipulate you from under your control! Listen, you need to focus on yourself. Regardless of what anyone thinks, the guys respect how you handled things. You've got something about you, the confident way you carry yourself - people like that! Maybe 'Charlie' was always going to sneak into this, but they could never of planned that it would be <em>you</em> who got them here."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm just... don't know what to think about all this."<br/><br/>
<span class="innerDom">???: </span>"It felt like she was wrapped round your little finger..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"I can see this blindsided you, $name. Give us sometime to question the sissy; we'll figure all this out soon enough."<br/><br/>
A feeling of determination was stirring within you. This news had rocked your confidence, but you still beleive in yourself. Spy or not, you had made Charlie yours, and you wouldn't be satisfied until what was yours was returned.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Whoever she is, she's a sissy, and I'm going to prove it."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Nobody's going to stop you trying. But 'Charlie' ain't getting out of solitary anytime soon - we won't risk it. If you want any chance of convincing the men about them, you're going to need to earn way more of these guys trust."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ah fuck, here we go. Fine... how do I go about that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Well... why not put those skills of yours to good work! These bound to be a few girls who could use guidance from a guy like you. If you can train them up a bit, or just help em build their confidence, the men will see you're the real deal."<br/><br/>
For once, you felt you could trust Keaton's advice. It would be more work, but it would all contribute to your growin influence inside here.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Alright, I'll do it. You don't let anything happen to Charlie in the meantime though, I mean it..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"Great. Get some rest, we can catch up again soon. Don't worry, we'll get you a new sissy in no time!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"They'll be fine, a little lonely at worst! Get some rest - we should catch up soon. Don't worry to much - maybe a new girl or two will distract you soon enough, ha!"<br/><br/>
Keaton directed a sharp whistle to one of his crew.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>"$name, you didn't go forgetting the perks of our deal, did you? Life's going to be so much sweeter for you now. You, show $name to his new digs, will ya?"<br/><br/>
<span class="dean">Man: </span>"Sure thing, Boss!"<br/><br/>
New digs? As complicated as everything had gotten, you had at least finally earned some respect around here. You followed the man, curious to see what your new living situation would be like.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|DOMtempEnding]]
<<else>>
Something wrong: Major $c2DomKeatonEventState if statement.
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $c2DomFailKeatonEventState is 0>>
Your heart was pounding as you walked the corridors to the Rec room. You had made the decision to rebel against Keaton by finding someone to take your place, but had failed in your effort to do so. It was hard to imagine what would happen now. This was it, everything had built to this moment.<br/><br/>
As you approached your destination, you noticed someone at the Rec room door's entrance. A man of average build, who noticed you and immediately pulled a look of displeasure on their face. By his words you could tell he was part of Keaton's gang.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"You're $name, I understand? Pfft... what a disappointing effort."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Disappointing? You honestly thought I'd go through with that bullshit!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Ha... are serious? You'll come to your senses soon enough. Now then... despite the fact that you put NO effort in whatsoever, head to that supply cupboard opposite. There's some items you can change into."<br/><br/>
<<if $andersonDomTrusted is 1>>
No, there was still some hope. The deal you had made with Anderson! There was still time for him to pull through.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Listen, I said I'm not doing it! I've got everything sorted, wait until Anderson gets here, OK?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Oh yeah, Anderson! He told us to pass on a message directly to you. He said 'Have fun tonight, little lady'. Ha ha, you really thought he'd sort shit out for you? The only thing he's done is show everyone those nice pics of your girl! Now get in the cupboard and get changed."<br/><br/>
Fuck! Anderson had never had any intention of helping you. You were running out of options.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
Despite your lack of preparation they still expected you to go ahead with this. Things were getting desperate. Your pulse raced as you thought about one of the toughest decisions of your life...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Fight back|c2DomFailKeatonEvent][$playerDomFail ="fought"; $c2DomFailKeatonEventState = 1]]
</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Give in and do it|c2DomFailKeatonEvent][ $playerDomFail ="gaveUp"; $c2DomFailKeatonEventState = 1]]
</div>
<<elseif $c2DomFailKeatonEventState is 1>>
<<if $playerDomFail is "fought">>
<<if $strStat gt 15>>
You felt anger at this piece of shit actually thinking he could boss you around. You may have failed to find someone to take your place, but the physical strength you had built up in here gave yourself a confidence you had never had before. The time for words was over. You raised the back of your hand and smacked it across the guy's face. He put a hand up to try to stop it but it didn't stop you in the slightest. The blow dropped him back against the wall.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Aaaah!!! What the fuck!"<br/><br/>
You grabbed his collar in your fist, your face couldn't even contain your anger.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Shut the fuck up! Don't say another fucking word to me. Get the FUCK out of here! NOW!"<br/><br/>
The man was shaking in fear, nodded in silent shock and then scrambled to his feet and ran away.<br/><br/>
One down, who knows how many to go. The sight of the man fleeing gave you your first feeling of being in control here in Grenton, emboldening you. You entered the Rec room only to find it transformed from how you had seen it previously.<br/><br/>
There was a table brimming with food containers and drinks. Oddly enough, it seemed to be mostly chocolates and cakes, along with bottles of vodka, whiskey and rum and litre bottles of coke. Looking around there were sofas, though you had no idea how they had got in here. The usual TV was replaced with a large, new looking flat screen. The strangest thing of all was a makeshift looking kiosk.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventTable.jpg" alt="A table with drinks bottles and glasses on it" class="storyImage">
Despite all the stuff, there was nobody here, at least not yet. You were curious about the kiosk, but couldn't resist helping yourself to the food first. You were eating some kind of cherry cake when you could hear footsteps and laughter outside.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"They were so pissed off!"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">???: </span>"Ha ha, honestly Ryan, he was about to flip out!"<br/><br/>
The voices grew louder. Whoever they were they were about to enter the room.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Ryan: </span>"I mean, if that... hey, what the hell!!!"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">???: </span>"The fuck! Who are you?"<br/><br/>
They were two jacked looking guys and they certainly didn't expect to see you here, freezing in place the moment they saw you here.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm $name, who the fuck are you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">???: </span>"$name... are we supposed to fucking know you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Ryan: </span>"He doesn't look like one of us Ken, and here he is eating OUR food! Keaton will be pissed!"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">???: </span>"For fucks sake! These new inhabitants are the fucking worst..."<br/><br/>
They lunged at you aggressively. You countered a fist that swung at you from Ryan, bleeding his lip. You couldn't take the two of them at once, so you focused on making sure they didn't corner you. Ken could barely reach you as you positioned yourself behind Ryan. He went for another punch, hitting you square in the nose, knocking you back. You felt a fire within you, getting back into the fight immediately and quickly volleying him with punch after punch.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Ryan: </span>"Aaaah!"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Ken: </span>"Fuck this!"<br/><br/>
Ken didn't want anymore trouble. He ran to the buffet table, grabbed the plate of an entire cake and one bottle of rum.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Ken: </span>"Leave him, let's get outta here! I can't be bothered with this shit today."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Ryan: </span>"Argh... fine."<br/><br/>
You had beat up Ryan more than expected and he hobbled over to the table in a daze to grab some food for himself. You felt like you could keep fighting them, but seeing as they were retreating there was no need to use up all your spirit here. Ken had long gone and Ryan made to exit with a bottle of coke and some chocolate.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Ryan: </span>"Fuck you pal! Should of tried making some friends in here..."<br/><br/>
You didn't care for his words, but that didn't matter. The two of them were taken care of. You caught your breath. While ready for another fight to come, the punch up had taken up some of your energy.<br/><br/>
It wasn't long after your encounter with those two that you could hear more people approaching the room. This time you recognised one of the voices. Keaton was here.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|c2DomFailKeatonEvent][$c2DomFailKeatonEventState = 2]]
<<elseif $KeatonEventStr lte 14>>
You couldn't control the anger within you as this guy tried to boss you around. With no control you raised a hand into a fist and went to smack him in the face. The man held up his hand to block it. He was able to stop most of the blow, but you did reach his face, barely touching him.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Ha ha ha! Oh Keaton sure knows how to pick em."<br/><br/>
With a quick reaction he punched you in the abdomen, winding you instantly and bring you to your knees.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"KEATON! I need a moment of your time over her please!"<br/><br/>
You wanted desperately to get to your feet, but you just didn't have the strength. You had failed at the first hurdle. The sound of footsteps slowly approaching you was ominous.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Can you believe it... she raised a hand to me!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Ha, well it doesn't look like she'll be raising another one. Isn't that right, bitch?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ergh..."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Pfft. I doubt she'll even apologize to me!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Give her time, Steve.”<br/><br/>
You weren't going to say sorry even if you could. Still the blow had really taken you out. Your fight was over before it began. You stared at the floor, you didn't want anyone to see the utter defeat you felt. Despite it, you could feel both men eyeing you up. They were in control of your fate now.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“She'll be fine. I can see it. I know them better than they know themselves. She just needs a little time and space is all. Get her up to room 3 on the second floor.”<br/><br/>
Steve began to pick you up back on to your feet. Your belly still hurt.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Come on now. Behave, and go nicely with Steve. You should feel lucky he's looking after you after what you did! Don't worry, we forgive easily in Grenton!”<br/><br/>
You coughed as you tried to get your composure. You knew this battle was lost, and made your first steps away escorted by Steve.<br/><br/>
[[Be escorted to Room 3|cSolitary][$solitaryState = 'unknown'; $cSolitaryState = 'unknown']]
<<else>>
Something wrong, straight Doorfight, c2str
<</if>>
<<elseif $playerDomFail is "gaveUp">>
You didn't have it in you to fight back now. After failing to find someone to take your place, the best option was to do Keaton's event as you were told to do. With your head bowed in shame you walked to the supply cupboard.<br/><br/>
You were really nervous now. Your mind had been set that you would escape doing this, but now reality had dawned on you. The man at the Rec room entranced looked annoyed as you made your way into the cupboard, and sadly closed the door behind you. You had accepted your fate.<br/><br/>
[[Prepare for the event|c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEvent][$c2ClosGoingAlongKeatonEventState = 1]]
<<else>>
Something wrong, c2DomFailExtra.
<</if>>
<<elseif $c2DomFailKeatonEventState is 2>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“What the fuck... where is Steve?”<br/><br/>
Right away he sounded angry. The voices outside stirred, they sounded puzzled. It wasn't long before a group of two men entered the room, followed by Keaton.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Hmph... $name. You've turned up... but it seems you haven't done as you've been told. I'm disappointed in you.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Disappointed?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“I've always been a good judge of character... and I still don't think I'm wrong. Stop this silliness and just go with the flow in here! It'll be one hell of an experience for you, I promise.”<br/><br/>
The men around him laughed. All eyes were on you. You burned red... both with anger, and embarrassment.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Fuck you."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“$name... I'm not trying to mess with you. I truly want what's best for you, and for Grenton, understand? You're putting up a front because of your pride, but you need to realize that Grenton is a place where you don't need to pretend anymore.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Shut up! You don't know me! You can't walk over me..."<br/><br/>
You were furious at Keaton's suggestion. Your muscles squeezed tight with the tension from your pent up rage. You couldn't take it anymore. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you swung at the nearest man.<br/><br/>
<<if $strStat gt 18>>
Your punch caught the guy off guard, sending him falling down on the buffet table. Before you could swing again a fist smashed you in the face. The force of the hit was like being hit by a rock, but you were able to take it. Without even seeing you threw out another punch, blindly in the direction the hit had come from. You made contact with whoever was stood there, knocking them out instantly. <br/><br/>
The man you had hit into the buffet table got back up and tried to kick you. You grabbed his leg and threw it upwards, making him fall flat on his back. You kicked him repeatedly until he stayed down.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Well... fuck!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You see now don't you? You fucked with the wrong man!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Heh, yeah... looks like I misjudged you.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Is that all you got to say?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“$name... believe it or not, I wasn't trying to fuck with you. But I can admit when I was wrong. You're obviously not a sissy.”<br/><br/>
You had done it... you had fought your way out of doing Keaton's event. Anger was coursing through your body though, despite your victory you couldn't calm yourself down quite yet.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Hmm... I can see you're not going to forgive me easily. You know $name, all I was trying to do was make the stay here at Grenton better for everyone.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Yeah fucking right."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“It's true! And look at you... look how strong you've gotten... the man you've become.”<br/><br/>
You took on board what he said. He was right... the letter had pushed you to achieve something. It was the adversity you needed to become a stronger person. It had given you routine by making you go to the gym, and had made you build trust with others to solve problems, even if sometimes that trust was misplaced. From your aimless life that got you in Grenton in the first place and then to now, you had become a better man.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“You feel it don't you?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "...Yeah. Yeah I do."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Ha, good man! Well then... there's just one last thing I'd like you to do.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“I want to fight the man I helped make! I've been looking for a good challenge in here!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You're serious?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Don't I sound serious? Let me prove it... let's make this high stakes.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No stakes! I'm not going to be a sissy, or whatever the fuck else you might think of!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“No, no! Ha ha, nah I think you misunderstand. I know you're not a sissy. Nah, let's say... winner gets to be the leader in here. You win... you take my place. You lose, you work with me. Not anything strange, just be part of the muscle here.”<br/><br/>
You looked confused, after all, you didn't exactly want to run this place. It was then you realized... the stakes weren't meant to be a reward for you... they were motivation for him not to lose. To not lose his place as the boss in Grenton. You were coming to respect Keaton after realizing he had helped you become a better man, and still being in fight response mode you felt up to the challenge of another battle. You smiled.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Heh heh, good. Don't go easy now... I want a proper fight.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Alright then... let's do this!"<br/><br/>
The need to fight to survive was gone, replaced instead with the spirit of competition. You were still going to fight just as hard, but now you were doing this purely for yourself. Win or lose, both of you would be the best version of yourselves in this moment. You were men who respected each other.<br/><br/>
You approached each other carefully, analysing each other's movements. Keaton went for the first hit. You blocked with your forearms but it was the hardest hit you had gotten in here yet. He went for another before you went on the attack yourself. He felt like an equal match. You each caught blows on one another, any observer wouldn't of been able to tell who was winning. Your adrenaline was pumping so hard you couldn't even feel the pain, just the hunger to win. There was an electricity in the air... the fight was about to reach it's climax. Both of you swung at each other as hard as you could.<br/><br/>
<<if $strStat gte 25>>
Each blow reached the other's face just in time. The impact was brutal. You closed your eyes in pain, and fell back one step. Keaton took his hit much harder. He fell backwards to the ground, only just getting his hands to the floor in time to cushion himself. He picked himself up to his knees, and stayed there.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Ah... ha... damn good fight!”<br/><br/>
He was huffing while knelt down, you could tell he was done. You had won. You walked over and placed an open hand in front of him, pulling him back to his feet when he took it.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Thank you... I had no idea I could be this strong."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Sometimes, all we need is a little adversity... to find out who we really are.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You call that a little!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Heh, well I can admit my methods are pretty... experimental. But they've made you better haven't they? And that's why, you should be the next boss in here.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Keaton, I never wanted to..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“You've become strong... but that's not all that's needed to grow. I'll be here to give you some help, but what you need to improve further is be a leader.”<br/><br/>
Still recovering from the intensity you had just been through, you really didn't know what to think. You had only wanted to not be fucked with, you didnt want to lead or anything.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "OK... I'll... give it a try."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Good. Now $name... there's something you need to understand. I know this all started because you didn't want to be a sissy but that doesn't mean being a sissy is wrong or bad. Please, don't pity them while your in here. It's hard to explain it to a guy like you but... they're just being the best version of themselves too, whether they themselves understand that or not. That's how it's done here at Grenton.”<br/><br/>
You considered what Keaton said.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Continue running Grenton as Keaton did|c2StraightKeatonEvent][$c2StraightKeatonEventState = 2]]
<span class="statBonus">An Ending</span></div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Run things differently, without any sissies|c2StraightKeatonEvent][$c2StraightKeatonEventState = 5]]
<span class="statBonus">An Ending</span></div>
<<else>>
Each blow reached the other's face just in time. The impact was brutal. You closed your eyes in pain, and fell backwards straight on to the ground. You got yourself back up to your knees, but couldn't move further. Panting on the floor, you felt you couldn't move a muscle.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Heh... you're good."<br/><br/>
An open hand reached down in front you. You grabbed it, and Keaton helped pull you up to stand.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Best fight I've had in here... but it looks like I'm still the boss.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "We'll have to do another sometime... I'm not going to stop getting stronger."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Ha ha, I'd like that! Welcome to the crew... for real this time. No more initiations.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ha... thanks."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“You're happy to be part of us? As the muscle?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Yeah... that's a part I'm happy to play."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Good man! Well, how about we actually enjoy some of the perks I mentioned.”<br/><br/>
He gestured to the, partially ruined, buffet table. He poured you a drink, and you both started helping yourself to some of the food that survived. A few men came by and joined in, Keaton told them what happened to much laughter and celebration. They were impressed you put up a fight with Keaton. After all that had happened, you smiled with content, finally feeling comfortable in Grenton.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|c2StraightKeatonEvent][$c2StraightKeatonEventState = 6]]
<</if>>
<<else>>
Your punch caught the guy off guard, sending him falling down on the buffet table. Before you could swing again a fist smashed you in the face. The force of the hit was like being hit by a rock. You tried to keep yourself up on your feet but another came quick, unable to stay standing, you fell to your knees only to be relentlessly kicked until you were a pile on the floor. You didn't try to hold in there, you knew in this moment you had lost.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Argh! Stop... please stop!"<br/><br/>
The kicks stopped immediately. You tried desperately to catch your breath, feeling winded from most of the hits being to your abdomen. You were in shock to be defeated so easily. How could you lose like this? Anderson's betrayal had give Keaton the sense to bring more muscle with him, but even then you could of took them, if only you were stronger. In the pain and the humiliation of your loss, a tear streamed down your cheek.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“$name... you brought this entirely on yourself. This was supposed to be a fun event for ALL involved. Now look what you've done! My buffet is ruined! And look at you... well, I don't like to disappoint my friends but I'm afraid tonight won't be able to go ahead.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... wasn't going to... do it..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“But why? I don't understand. I genuinely thought you'd enjoy it... I know a sissy when I see one. You would of got to explore a part of you hidden deep within you!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No... no, you were making me do something I didn't want to do!"<br/><br/>
Keaton and the men around him laughed. You were familiar to the feeling of a bunch of men laughing at you, it reminded you of school day's when the football players would banter at your expense. You felt humiliated right now, just like you did back then. Powerless against it.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“$name... I didn't force you to do anything. You're the one who smacked my friend in the face here. You honestly expected us not to defend him?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "The note... a threat..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Woah now. I think you misinterpreted it! That was just some encouragement. See I know how sissies work and well... it's difficult to be who you really are in this society, even in this day and age! You girls just need a little push.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Enough with the denials. We get it, don't you think I understand why you fought. Your internal homophobia is so strong you couldn't help but lash out. It was easier to fight, than to confront yourself.”<br/><br/>
Was it true... was Keaton really just encouraging you rather than making you do his event? You found yourself second guessing your choices, especially feeling you were mistaken to do what you did. It was hard not to acknowledge you shouldn't of done this... you're simply not a strong man. You felt the need to apologize, mostly out of an attempt to get mercy.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... I'm sorry.'"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Listen... you really fucked this up. I can't let you go unpunished... but don't worry, time heals all wounds...”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... I..."<br/><br/>
You couldn't find words in this moment. Suddenly an officer entered the room, his face wasn't one you recognised.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Yep here they are. Started a fight, and caused damaged to the room as you can see. We had to use a little force to stop them tearing up the place!”<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer:</span> "Ah... new ones can be trouble sometimes... OK up you get, come with me."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Get up for the man now, $name. The officer's taking you to solitary for a bit... it will give you a little time to reflect.”<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer:</span> "That's right, come on now."
He pulled you up, and in silence you limped away to solitary with him.<br/><br/>
[[Be escorted to Room 3|cSolitary][$solitaryState = 'unknown'; $cSolitaryState = 'unknown']]
<</if>>
<<else>>
Something wrong: Major c2DomFailKeatonEventState $c2DomFailKeatonEventState if statement.
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $c2StraightKeatonEventState is 0>>
<<set $KeatonEventStr += $strStat>>
<<set $KeatonEventStr += $tempStrBoost>>
<<if $gotRaymond is 1>>
<<set $KeatonEventStr += 5>>
<</if>>
Your heart was pounding as you walked the corridors to the Rec room. You had made the decision to fight against this, but even the most confident fighter would feel butterflies in this situation. This was it, everything had built to this moment.<br/><br/>
<<if $gotRaymond is 1>>
You certainly weren't coming unprepared. 15 minutes ago you took the 'Raymond' as you had been instructed. It was in the form of tablets, and though it felt dodgy, you trusted Dean and swallowed them. The packaging said it would make you feel stronger, but it had no effect so far. That was to be expected though, as it was supposed to kick in roughly 5 minutes from now. You chose to keep faithful to the idea it would help you for what was to come.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
As you approached your destination, you noticed someone at the Rec room door's entrance. A man of average build, who noticed you and immediately pulled a look of displeasure on their face. By his words you could tell he was part of Keaton's gang.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"You're $name, I understand? Pfft... what a disappointing effort."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Disappointing? You honestly thought I'd go through with that bullshit."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Ha... are serious? You'll come to your senses soon. Now, despite the fact that you put NO effort in whatsoever, head to that supply cupboard opposite... there's some items you can change into."<br/><br/>
<<if $KeatonEventStr gt 12>>
You felt anger at this piece of shit actually thinking he could boss you around. Your hard work had paid off, the physical strength you had built up in here gave yourself a confidence you had never had before. The time for words was over. You raised the back of your hand and smacked it across the guy's face. He put a hand up to try to stop it but it didn't stop you in the slightest. The blow dropped him back against the wall.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Aaaah!!! What the fuck!"<br/><br/>
You grabbed his collar in your fist, your face couldn't even contain your anger.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Shut the fuck up! Don't say another fucking word to me. Get the FUCK out of here! NOW!"<br/><br/>
The man was shaking in fear, nodded in silent shock and then scrambled to his feet and ran away.<br/><br/>
One down, who knows how many to go. The sight of the man fleeing gave you your first feeling of being in control here in Grenton, emboldening you. You entered the Rec room only to find it transformed from how you had seen it previously.<br/><br/>
There was a table brimming with food containers and drinks. Oddly enough, it seemed to be mostly chocolates and cakes, along with bottles of vodka, whiskey and rum and litre bottles of coke. Looking around there were sofas, though you had no idea how they had got in here. The usual TV was replaced with a large, new looking flat screen. The strangest thing of all was a makeshift looking kiosk.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cKeaEventTable.jpg" alt="A table with drinks bottles and glasses on it" class="storyImage">
Despite all the stuff, there was nobody here, at least not yet. You were curious about the kiosk, but couldn't resist helping yourself to the food first. You were eating some kind of cherry cake when you could hear footsteps and laughter outside.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"They were so pissed off!"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">???: </span>"Ha ha, honestly Ryan, he was about to flip out!"<br/><br/>
The voices grew louder. Whoever they were they were about to enter the room.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Ryan: </span>"I mean, if that... hey, what the hell!!!"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">???: </span>"The fuck! Who are you?"<br/><br/>
They were two jacked looking guys and they certainly didn't expect to see you here, freezing in place the moment they saw you here.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm $name, who the fuck are you?"<br/><br/>
<<if $khanState6Gift is 1>>
<span class="anderson">???: </span>"$name... and are we supposed to know you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Ryan: </span>"Wait, Ken! I know that name... he's the one Khan told me about."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Ken: </span>"Oh! Oh... alright then. Shit, what do we do now then?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Ryan: </span>"Fuck, I went hungry all day... and specifically to make room for the desserts!"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Ken: </span>"Same... but if this guy's putting up a fight we can't be seen here by the others! They'll ask too many questions if we pull our punches. Shit, let's just grab some and get out of here."<br/><br/>
The two of them ran straight to the table, pocketing chocolates in their jeans, and grabbing slices of cake.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Ryan: </span>"Oh yeah, that's the good stuff, gonna get me a piece of that! Oh, sorry $name was it? Don't worry... you've already touched the food so this won't make Keaton any angrier."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Ken: </span>"No angrier than he already would of been at least!"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Ryan: </span>"Hey... good for you for putting up a fight! Personally we don't like getting involved with some of the bullshit in here, but we joined the crew anyway... who could say no to eating good like this!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Yeah, I get it. I signed up not knowing what I was getting into...."<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Ken: </span>"We only had some idea, luckily we weren't asked to do... certain things. Hey, good luck mate! I haven't seen anyone fight their way out but... you look like you can put up some fight at least."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Ryan: </span>"Yeah buddy, best of luck. Hey, let's hurry this up, we gotta get out of here before Keaton sees us!"<br/><br/>
The panicking brutes rushed off, their arms filled with sweet treats, leaving the once delicately presented buffet in a complete mess. You felt calm, especially as you didn't need to waste any energy fighting them.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<<set $KeatonEventStr -= 5>>
<span class="anderson">???: </span>"$name... are we supposed to fucking know you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Ryan: </span>"He doesn't look like one of us Ken, and here he is eating OUR food! Keaton will be pissed!"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">???: </span>"For fucks sake! These new inhabitants are the fucking worst..."<br/><br/>
They lunged at you aggressively. You countered a fist that swung at you from Ryan, bleeding his lip. You couldn't take the two of them at once, so you focused on making sure they didn't corner you. Ken could barely reach you as you positioned yourself behind Ryan. He went for another punch, hitting you square in the nose, knocking you back. You felt a fire within you, getting back into the fight immediately and quickly volleying him with punch after punch.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Ryan: </span>"Aaaah!"<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Ken: </span>"Fuck this!"<br/><br/>
Ken didn't want anymore trouble. He ran to the buffet table, grabbed the plate of an entire cake and one bottle of rum.<br/><br/>
<span class="anderson">Ken: </span>"Leave him, let's get outta here! I can't be bothered with this shit today."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Ryan: </span>"Argh... fine."<br/><br/>
You had beat up Ryan more than expected and he hobbled over to the table in a daze to grab some food for himself. You felt like you could keep fighting them, but seeing as they were retreating there was no need to use up all your spirit here. Ken had long gone and Ryan made to exit with a bottle of coke and some chocolate.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Ryan: </span>"Fuck you pal! Should of tried making some friends in here..."<br/><br/>
You didn't care for his words, but that didn't matter. The two of them were taken care of. You caught your breath. While ready for another fight to come, the punch up had taken up some of your energy.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
It wasn't long after your encounter with those two that you could hear more people approaching the room. This time you recognised one of the voices. Keaton was here.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|c2StraightKeatonEvent][$c2StraightKeatonEventState = 1]]
<<elseif $KeatonEventStr lte 12>>
You couldn't control the anger within you as this guy tried to boss you around. With no control you raised a hand into a fist and went to smack him in the face. The man held up his hand to block it. He was able to stop most of the blow, but you did reach his face, barely touching him.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Ha ha ha! Oh Keaton sure knows how to pick em."<br/><br/>
With a quick reaction he punched you in the abdomen, winding you instantly and bring you to your knees.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"KEATON! I need a moment of your time over her please!"<br/><br/>
You wanted desperately to get to your feet, but you just didn't have the strength. You had failed at the first hurdle. The sound of footsteps slowly approaching you was ominous.<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Can you believe it... she raised a hand to me!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Ha, well it doesn't look like she'll be raising another one. Isn't that right, bitch?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ergh..."<br/><br/>
<span class="male">???: </span>"Pfft. I doubt she'll even apologize to me!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Give her time, Steve.”<br/><br/>
You weren't going to say sorry even if you could. Still the blow had really taken you out. Your fight was over before it began. You stared at the floor, you didn't want anyone to see the utter defeat you felt. Despite it, you could feel both men eyeing you up. They were in control of your fate now.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“She'll be fine. I can see it. I know them better than they know themselves. She just needs a little time and space is all. Get her up to room 3 on the second floor.”<br/><br/>
Steve began to pick you up back on to your feet. Your belly still hurt.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Come on now. Behave, and go nicely with Steve. You should feel lucky he's looking after you after what you did! Don't worry, we forgive easily in Grenton!”<br/><br/>
You coughed as you tried to get your composure. You knew this battle was lost, and made your first steps away escorted by Steve.<br/><br/>
[[Be escorted to Room 3|cSolitary][$solitaryState = 'unknown'; set $cSolitaryState = 'unknown']]
<<else>>
Something wrong, straight Doorfight, c2str
<</if>>
<<elseif $c2StraightKeatonEventState is 1>>
<<if $andersonStraightTrusted is 1>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“No Steve... interesting. So it's true then...”<br/><br/>
Voices outside stirred in puzzlement. It wasn't long before a group of three men entered the room, followed by Keaton.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Hmph... $name. You've turned up... but it seems you haven't done as you've been told. I'm disappointed in you, but... to be fair, this was expected.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Expected?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Anderson told me you were going to be trouble. At first I didn't believe him... you didn't seem like the type. It wasn't until he showed me your intimate photos that he persuaded me there might be some credibility to his claims. It's a desperate move to trade photos of their girl away like that, who would do that kind of thing? No self-respecting man, if you ask me.”<br/><br/>
The men around him laughed. All eyes were on you. You burned red... both with anger, and embarrassment. You should of known not to trust Anderson.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Fuck. You."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“$name... I'm not trying to mess with you. I truly want what's best for you, and for Grenton, understand? You're putting up a front because of your pride, but you need to realize that Grenton is a place where you don't need to pretend anymore.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Shut up! You don't know me! You can't walk over me..."<br/><br/>
<<if $gotRaymond is 1>>
You were furious at Keaton's suggestion. Your muscles squeezed tight with the tension from your pent up rage, and it wasn't just that. Your heart was pounding hard, you own body felt hotter. This feeling wasn't natural... whatever the Raymond was, it was kicking in. Energy like you had never felt. You felt strong. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you swung at the nearest man.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
You were furious at Keaton's suggestion. Your muscles squeezed tight with the tension from your pent up rage. You couldn't take it anymore. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you swung at the nearest man.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $KeatonEventStr gte 21>>
Your punch caught the guy off guard, sending him falling down on the buffet table. Before you could swing again a fist smashed you in the face. The force of the hit was like being hit by a rock, but you were able to take it. Without even seeing you threw out another punch, blindly in the direction the hit had come from. You made contact with whoever was stood there, knocking them out instantly <br/><br/>
Fury was building in you. You pictured the other fighters as though they were Anderson, the bastard who betrayed you. The man you had hit into the buffet table got back up and tried to kick you. You grabbed his leg and threw it upwards, making him fall flat on his back. You kicked him repeatedly until he stop trying to get back up.<br/><br/>
The last man left looked pale. With one man out cold, and another groaning in pain on the ground, you looked far too intimidating to take on.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Come on then... you want some?"<br/><br/>
He certainly didn't. Backing up and out of the room before running off, shouting out an apology to Keaton.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Well... fuck!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You fucked with the wrong man!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Heh, yeah... looks like I misjudged you.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Is that all you got to say?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“$name... believe it or not, I wasn't trying to fuck with you. But I can admit when I was wrong. You're obviously not a sissy.”<br/><br/>
You had done it... you had fought your way out of doing Keaton's event. Anger was coursing through your body though, despite your victory you couldn't calm yourself down quite yet.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Hmm... I can see you're not going to forgive me easily. You know $name, all I was trying to do was make the stay here at Grenton better for everyone.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Yeah fucking right."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“It's true! And look at you... look how strong you've gotten... the man you've become.”<br/><br/>
You took on board what he said. He was right... the letter had pushed you to achieve something. It was the adversity you needed to become a stronger person. It had given you routine by making you go to the gym, and had made you build trust with others to solve problems, even if sometimes that trust was misplaced. From your aimless life that got you in Grenton in the first place and then to now, you had become a better man.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“You feel it don't you?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "...Yeah. Yeah I do."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Ha, good man! Well then... there's just one last thing I'd like you to do.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“I want to fight the man I helped make! I've been looking for a good challenge in here!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You're serious?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Don't I sound serious? Let me prove it... let's make this high stakes.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No stakes! I'm not going to be a sissy, or whatever the fuck else you're thinking of!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“No, no! Ha ha, nah I think you misunderstand. I know you're not a sissy. Nah, let's say... winner gets to be the leader in here. You win... you take my place. You lose, you work with me. Not anything strange, just be part of the muscle here.”<br/><br/>
You looked confused, after all, you didn't exactly want to run this place. It was then you realized... the stakes weren't meant to be a reward for you... they were motivation for him not to lose. To not lose his place as the boss in Grenton. You were coming to respect Keaton after realizing he had helped you become a better man, and still being in fight response mode you felt up to the challenge of another battle. You smiled.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Heh heh, good. Don't go easy now... I want a proper fight.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Alright then... let's do this!"<br/><br/>
The need to fight to survive was gone, replaced instead with the spirit of competition. You were still going to fight just as hard, but now you were doing this purely for yourself. Win or lose, both of you would be the best version of yourselves in this moment. You were men who respected each other.<br/><br/>
You approached each other carefully, analysing each other's movements. Keaton went for the first hit. You blocked with your forearms but it was the hardest hit you had gotten in here yet. He went for another before you went on the attack yourself. He felt like an equal match. You each caught blows on one another, any observer wouldn't of been able to tell who was winning. Your adrenaline was pumping so hard you couldn't even feel the pain, just the hunger to win. There was an electricity in the air... the fight was about to reach it's climax. Both of you swung at each other as hard as you could.<br/><br/>
<<if $KeatonEventStr gte 26>>
Each blow reached the other's face just in time. The impact was brutal. You closed your eyes in pain, and fell back one step. Keaton took his hit much harder. He fell backwards to the ground, only just getting his hands to the floor in time to cushion himself. He picked himself up to his knees, and stayed there.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Ah... ha... damn good fight!”<br/><br/>
He was huffing while knelt down, you could tell he was done. You had won. You walked over and placed an open hand in front of him, pulling him back to his feet when he took it.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Thank you... I had no idea I could be this strong."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Sometimes, all we need is a little adversity... to find out who we really are.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You call that a little!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Heh, well I can admit my methods are pretty... experimental. But they've made you better haven't they? And that's why, you should be the next boss in here.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Keaton, I never wanted to..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“You've become strong... but that's not all that's needed to grow. I'll be here to give you some help, but what you need to improve further is be a leader.”<br/><br/>
Still recovering from the intensity you had just been through, you really didn't know what to think. You had only wanted to not be fucked with, you didnt want to lead or anything.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "OK... I'll... give it a try."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Good. Now $name... there's something you need to understand. I know this all started because you didn't want to be a sissy but that doesn't mean being a sissy is wrong or bad. Please, don't pity them while your in here. It's hard to explain it to a guy like you but... they're just being the best version of themselves too, whether they themselves understand that or not. That's what is done here at Grenton.”<br/><br/>
You considered what Keaton said.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Continue running Grenton as Keaton did|c2StraightKeatonEvent][$c2StraightKeatonEventState = 2]]
<br/><span class="statBonus">An Ending</span></div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Run things differently, without any sissies|c2StraightKeatonEvent][$c2StraightKeatonEventState = 5]]
<br/><span class="statBonus">An Ending</span></div>
<<else>>
Each blow reached the other's face just in time. The impact was brutal. You closed your eyes in pain, and fell backwards straight on to the ground. You got yourself back up to your knees, and stayed there. Panting on the floor, you felt you couldn't move a muscle.
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Heh... you're good."<br/><br/>
An open hand reached down in front you. You grabbed it, and Keaton helped pull you up to stand.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Best fight I've had in here... but it looks like I'm still the boss.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "We'll have to do another sometime... I'm not going to stop getting stronger."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Ha ha, I'd like that! Welcome to the crew... for real this time. No more initiations.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ha... thanks."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“You're happy to be part of us? As the muscle?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Yeah... that's a part I'm happy to play."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Good man! Well, how about we actually enjoy some of the perks I mentioned.”<br/><br/>
He gestured to the, partially ruined, buffet table. He poured you a drink, and you both started helping yourself to some of the food that survived. A few men came by and joined in, Keaton told them what happened to much laughter and celebration. They were impressed you put up a fight with Keaton. After all that had happened, you smiled with content, finally feeling comfortable in Grenton.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|c2StraightKeatonEvent][$c2StraightKeatonEventState = 6]]
<</if>>
<<else>>
Your punch caught the guy off guard, sending him falling down on the buffet table. Before you could swing again a fist smashed you in the face. The force of the hit was like being hit by a rock. You tried to keep yourself up on your feet but another came quick, unable to stay standing, you fell to your knees only to be relentlessly kicked until you were a pile on the floor. You didn't try to hold in there, you knew in this moment you had lost.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Argh! Stop... please stop!"<br/><br/>
The kicks stopped immediately. You tried desperately to catch your breath, feeling winded from most of the hits being to your abdomen. You were in shock to be defeated so easily. How could you lose like this? Anderson's betrayal had give Keaton the sense to bring more muscle with him, but even then you could of took them, if only you were stronger. In the pain and the humiliation of your loss, a tear streamed down your cheek.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“$name... you brought this entirely on yourself. This was supposed to be a fun event for ALL involved. Now look what you've done! My buffet is ruined! And look at you... well, I don't like to disappoint my friends but I'm afraid tonight won't be able to go ahead.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... wasn't going to... do it..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“But why? I don't understand. I genuinely thought you'd enjoy it... I know a sissy when I see one. You would of got to explore a part of you hidden deep within you!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No... no, you were making me do something I didn't want to do!"<br/><br/>
Keaton and the men around him laughed. You were familiar to the feeling of a bunch of men laughing at you, it reminded you of school day's when the football players would banter at your expense. You felt humiliated right now, just like you did back then. Powerless against it.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“$name... I didn't force you to do anything. You're the one who smacked my friend in the face here. You honestly expected us not to defend him?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "The note... a threat..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Woah now. I think you misinterpreted it! That was just some encouragement. See I know how sissies work and well... it's difficult to be who you really are in this society, even in this day and age! You girls just need a little push.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Enough with the denials. We get it, don't you think I understand why you fought? Your internal homophobia is so strong you couldn't help but lash out. It was easier to fight, than to confront yourself.”<br/><br/>
Was it true... was Keaton really just encouraging you rather than making you do his event? You found yourself second guessing your choices, especially feeling you were mistaken to do what you did. It was hard not to acknowledge you shouldn't of done this... you're simply not a strong man. You felt the need to apologize, mostly out of an attempt to get mercy.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... I'm sorry.'"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Listen... you really fucked this up. I can't let you go unpunished... don't worry though, time heals all wounds...”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... I..."<br/><br/>
You couldn't find words in this moment. Suddenly an officer entered the room, his face not one you recognised.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Yep here they are. Started a fight, and caused damaged to the room as you can see. We had to use a little force to stop them tearing up the place!”<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer:</span> "Ah... new ones can be trouble sometimes... OK up you get, come with me."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Get up for the man now, $name. The officer's taking you to solitary for a bit... it will give you a little time to reflect.”<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer:</span> "That's right, come on now."
He pulled you up, and in silence you limped away to solitary with him.<br/><br/>
[[Be escorted to Room 3|cSolitary][$solitaryState = 'unknown'; $cSolitaryState = 'unknown']]
<</if>>
<<else>>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“What the fuck... where is Steve?”<br/><br/>
Right away he sounded angry. The voices outside stirred, they sounded puzzled. It wasn't long before a group of two men entered the room, followed by Keaton.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Hmph... $name. You've turned up... but it seems you haven't done as you've been told. I'm disappointed in you.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Disappointed?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“I've always been a good judge of character... and I still don't think I'm wrong. Stop this silliness and just go with the flow in here! It'll be one hell of an experience for you, I promise.”<br/><br/>
The men around him laughed. All eyes were on you. You burned red... both with anger, and embarrassment.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Fuck you."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“$name... I'm not trying to mess with you. I truly want what's best for you, and for Grenton, understand? You're putting up a front because of your pride, but you need to realize that Grenton is a place where you don't need to pretend anymore.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Shut up! You don't know me! You can't walk over me..."<br/><br/>
<<if $gotRaymond is 1>>
You were furious at Keaton's suggestion. Your muscles squeezed tight with the tension from your pent up rage, and it wasn't just that. Your heart was pounding hard, you own body felt hotter. This feeling wasn't natural... whatever the Raymond was, it was kicking in. Energy like you had never felt. You felt strong. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you swung at the nearest man.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
You were furious at Keaton's suggestion. Your muscles squeezed tight with the tension from your pent up rage. You couldn't take it anymore. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you swung at the nearest man.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $KeatonEventStr gte 17>>
Your punch caught the guy off guard, sending him falling down on the buffet table. Before you could swing again a fist smashed you in the face. The force of the hit was like being hit by a rock, but you were able to take it. Without even seeing you threw out another punch, blindly in the direction the hit had come from. You made contact with whoever was stood there, knocking them out instantly. <br/><br/>
The man you had hit into the buffet table got back up and tried to kick you. You grabbed his leg and threw it upwards, making him fall flat on his back. You kicked him repeatedly until he stayed down.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Well... fuck!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You see now don't you? You fucked with the wrong man!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Heh, yeah... looks like I misjudged you.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Is that all you got to say?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“$name... believe it or not, I wasn't trying to fuck with you. But I can admit when I was wrong. You're obviously not a sissy.”<br/><br/>
You had done it... you had fought your way out of doing Keaton's event. Anger was coursing through your body though, despite your victory you couldn't calm yourself down quite yet.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Hmm... I can see you're not going to forgive me easily. You know $name, all I was trying to do was make the stay here at Grenton better for everyone.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Yeah fucking right."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“It's true! And look at you... look how strong you've gotten... the man you've become.”<br/><br/>
You took on board what he said. He was right... the letter had pushed you to achieve something. It was the adversity you needed to become a stronger person. It had given you routine by making you go to the gym, and had made you build trust with others to solve problems, even if sometimes that trust was misplaced. From your aimless life that got you in Grenton in the first place and then to now, you had become a better man.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“You feel it don't you?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "...Yeah. Yeah I do."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Ha, good man! Well then... there's just one last thing I'd like you to do.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“I want to fight the man I helped make! I've been looking for a good challenge in here!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You're serious?"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Don't I sound serious? Let me prove it... let's make this high stakes.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No stakes! I'm not going to be a sissy, or whatever the fuck else you might think of!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“No, no! Ha ha, nah I think you misunderstand. I know you're not a sissy. Nah, let's say... winner gets to be the leader in here. You win... you take my place. You lose, you work with me. Not anything strange, just be part of the muscle here.”<br/><br/>
You looked confused, after all, you didn't exactly want to run this place. It was then you realized... the stakes weren't meant to be a reward for you... they were motivation for him not to lose. To not lose his place as the boss in Grenton. You were coming to respect Keaton after realizing he had helped you become a better man, and still being in fight response mode you felt up to the challenge of another battle. You smiled.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Heh heh, good. Don't go easy now... I want a proper fight.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Alright then... let's do this!"<br/><br/>
The need to fight to survive was gone, replaced instead with the spirit of competition. You were still going to fight just as hard, but now you were doing this purely for yourself. Win or lose, both of you would be the best version of yourselves in this moment. You were men who respected each other.<br/><br/>
You approached each other carefully, analysing each other's movements. Keaton went for the first hit. You blocked with your forearms but it was the hardest hit you had gotten in here yet. He went for another before you went on the attack yourself. He felt like an equal match. You each caught blows on one another, any observer wouldn't of been able to tell who was winning. Your adrenaline was pumping so hard you couldn't even feel the pain, just the hunger to win. There was an electricity in the air... the fight was about to reach it's climax. Both of you swung at each other as hard as you could.<br/><br/>
<<if $KeatonEventStr gte 22>>
Each blow reached the other's face just in time. The impact was brutal. You closed your eyes in pain, and fell back one step. Keaton took his hit much harder. He fell backwards to the ground, only just getting his hands to the floor in time to cushion himself. He picked himself up to his knees, and stayed there.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Ah... ha... damn good fight!”<br/><br/>
He was huffing while knelt down, you could tell he was done. You had won. You walked over and placed an open hand in front of him, pulling him back to his feet when he took it.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Thank you... I had no idea I could be this strong."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Sometimes, all we need is a little adversity... to find out who we really are.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You call that a little!"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Heh, well I can admit my methods are pretty... experimental. But they've made you better haven't they? And that's why, you should be the next boss in here.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Keaton, I never wanted to..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“You've become strong... but that's not all that's needed to grow. I'll be here to give you some help, but what you need to improve further is be a leader.”<br/><br/>
Still recovering from the intensity you had just been through, you really didn't know what to think. You had only wanted to not be fucked with, you didnt want to lead or anything.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "OK... I'll... give it a try."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Good. Now $name... there's something you need to understand. I know this all started because you didn't want to be a sissy but that doesn't mean being a sissy is wrong or bad. Please, don't pity them while your in here. It's hard to explain it to a guy like you but... they're just being the best version of themselves too, whether they themselves understand that or not. That's how it's done here at Grenton.”<br/><br/>
You considered what Keaton said.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Continue running Grenton as Keaton did|c2StraightKeatonEvent][$c2StraightKeatonEventState = 2]]
<br/><span class="statBonus">An Ending</span></div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Run things differently, without any sissies|c2StraightKeatonEvent][$c2StraightKeatonEventState = 5]]
<br/><span class="statBonus">An Ending</span></div>
<<else>>
Each blow reached the other's face just in time. The impact was brutal. You closed your eyes in pain, and fell backwards straight on to the ground. You got yourself back up to your knees, but couldn't move further. Panting on the floor, you felt you couldn't move a muscle.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Heh... you're good."<br/><br/>
An open hand reached down in front you. You grabbed it, and Keaton helped pull you up to stand.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Best fight I've had in here... but it looks like I'm still the boss.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "We'll have to do another sometime... I'm not going to stop getting stronger."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Ha ha, I'd like that! Welcome to the crew... for real this time. No more initiations.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ha... thanks."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“You're happy to be part of us? As the muscle?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Yeah... that's a part I'm happy to play."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Good man! Well, how about we actually enjoy some of the perks I mentioned.”<br/><br/>
He gestured to the, partially ruined, buffet table. He poured you a drink, and you both started helping yourself to some of the food that survived. A few men came by and joined in, Keaton told them what happened to much laughter and celebration. They were impressed you put up a fight with Keaton. After all that had happened, you smiled with content, finally feeling comfortable in Grenton.<br/><br/>
[[Continue|c2StraightKeatonEvent][$c2StraightKeatonEventState = 6]]
<</if>>
<<else>>
Your punch caught the guy off guard, sending him falling down on the buffet table. Before you could swing again a fist smashed you in the face. The force of the hit was like being hit by a rock. You tried to keep yourself up on your feet but another came quick, unable to stay standing, you fell to your knees only to be relentlessly kicked until you were a pile on the floor. You didn't try to hold in there, you knew in this moment you had lost.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Argh! Stop... please stop!"<br/><br/>
The kicks stopped immediately. You tried desperately to catch your breath, feeling winded from most of the hits being to your abdomen. You were in shock to be defeated so easily. How could you lose like this? Anderson's betrayal had give Keaton the sense to bring more muscle with him, but even then you could of took them, if only you were stronger. In the pain and the humiliation of your loss, a tear streamed down your cheek.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“$name... you brought this entirely on yourself. This was supposed to be a fun event for ALL involved. Now look what you've done! My buffet is ruined! And look at you... well, I don't like to disappoint my friends but I'm afraid tonight won't be able to go ahead.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... wasn't going to... do it..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“But why? I don't understand. I genuinely thought you'd enjoy it... I know a sissy when I see one. You would of got to explore a part of you hidden deep within you!”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No... no, you were making me do something I didn't want to do!"<br/><br/>
Keaton and the men around him laughed. You were familiar to the feeling of a bunch of men laughing at you, it reminded you of school day's when the football players would banter at your expense. You felt humiliated right now, just like you did back then. Powerless against it.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“$name... I didn't force you to do anything. You're the one who smacked my friend in the face here. You honestly expected us not to defend him?”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "The note... a threat..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Woah now. I think you misinterpreted it! That was just some encouragement. See I know how sissies work and well... it's difficult to be who you really are in this society, even in this day and age! You girls just need a little push.”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "No..."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Enough with the denials. We get it, don't you think I understand why you fought. Your internal homophobia is so strong you couldn't help but lash out. It was easier to fight, than to confront yourself.”<br/><br/>
Was it true... was Keaton really just encouraging you rather than making you do his event? You found yourself second guessing your choices, especially feeling you were mistaken to do what you did. It was hard not to acknowledge you shouldn't of done this... you're simply not a strong man. You felt the need to apologize, mostly out of an attempt to get mercy.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... I'm sorry.'"<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Listen... you really fucked this up. I can't let you go unpunished... but don't worry, time heals all wounds...”<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I... I..."<br/><br/>
You couldn't find words in this moment. Suddenly an officer entered the room, his face wasn't one you recognised.<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Yep here they are. Started a fight, and caused damaged to the room as you can see. We had to use a little force to stop them tearing up the place!”<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer:</span> "Ah... new ones can be trouble sometimes... OK up you get, come with me."<br/><br/>
<span class="keaton">Keaton: </span>“Get up for the man now, $name. The officer's taking you to solitary for a bit... it will give you a little time to reflect.”<br/><br/>
<span class="male">Officer:</span> "That's right, come on now."
He pulled you up, and in silence you limped away to solitary with him.<br/><br/>
[[Be escorted to Room 3|cSolitary][$solitaryState = 'unknown'; $cSolitaryState = 'unknown']]
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<<elseif $c2StraightKeatonEventState is 2>>
From this moment on, life in Grenton was much easier for you. Despite the pressures of being a leader, it was nothing compared to what you had been through to get to this point. Running what had been Keaton's crew was actually quite easy. The whole operation was a well oiled machine, all you needed to do was get to know everyone and figure out what kept everyone happy. Some wanted sex, some wanted to dine well, and others just wanted plenty of entertainment to pass the time. The gang had arrangements to get imported food, drink, TVs and gaming stuff so providing a lot of that was easy. The sex had to be provided by the sissies, and that was a little more difficult.<br/><br/>
For you personally, the whole situation you were in beforehand soon felt like the distant past.<<if $andersonStraightTrusted is 1>> Anderson had somehow left Grenton, so you didn't get to settle the score with him, but you soon found yourself not caring.<</if>> Despite all the pleasures available, you kept up the good habits you had formed in here. You worked out everyday, putting your body in the best form it had ever been. The discipline you had formed inside here applied to other parts of your life too. You felt like you didn't make dumb decisions anymore. You had a newfound confidence that also led to you being more humble, and no longer had a need to show off to others. People felt your new aura and respected you as a man.<br/><br/>
Like Keaton before you, part of your role was getting new members. With his guidance you were able to find them. Some, like Michael didn't want to join, while others could supply more food and other items. It was the sissies that were the trickiest to find, but Keaton was an expert at pointing the potential ones out. Your first attempt to recruit one ended in failure. You didn't apply the kinds of pressures you had from Keaton, trying to do things in a kinder way, but it only resulted in them not joining. Seeing the disappointment on some of your crew member's faces, you resolved to do better next time. You had a go doing things the way Keaton had done, and your next attempt was successful.<br/><br/>
A new recruit named Bella, who's name was Ben previously, joined the crew with not too much fuss. Keaton had pointed you in her direction. She had just seemed to be a meek, skinny guy, but it turns out she was to be a natural sissy. Once you had her perform the event you were originally meant to do, it was easy to make her go deeper. Her 'training' was carried out by a more experienced member of the group, and within a few weeks she was servicing all the men inside who wanted some. It wasn't just her behaviour that changed, her appearance was transformed too. She really did look like a girl, and not just any kind of one either. A complete slut always dressed to fuck!<br/><br/>
Occasionally you had to attend to events involving the sissies, it was part of your role as leader to make sure these things were at least running smoothly still.<br/><br/>
<<if $mateType is 'sissy'>>While chaperoning these events, you couldn't help occasionally noticing $mate. He (if you could still call him that) had gone deep down the sissy rabbit hole. It was odd to see him now, often in what seemed like a favorite outfit of his: black fishnet panties, a tiny black bra, red heels and sheer black thigh-high stockings with a red lace at the top. He accidentally made eye contact with you and looked at the floor in shame. You tried not to interact much with him, which seemed to work out fine for both of you. Despite his shame, you had also accidentally came across him like this again, this time in the middle of 'entertaining' a man. To be honest, it looked like $mate was enjoying himself. You remembered what Keaton had said, and while you didn't particularly respect $mate's path in life, you didn't feel a need to interfere in his life. You did have a little laugh to yourself remembering this is the path you could of been on.<br/><br/><</if>>
<<if $mateType is 'dom'>>While chaperoning these events, you you couldn't help occasionally noticing $mate. He seemed to be enjoying the company of some of the 'girls' inside. You didn't judge him poorly though, he was having a good time in Grenton and you were happy for him. The sissies were a growing part of Grenton now, just walking down near the Rec room at the right time and you'd see some of them stood outside in the corridor, dressed like the wildest sluts. They always looked shy in those situations, covering the bulge of their panties as you walked by them, and looking to the floor in shame. Despite that, they looked like they were enjoying themselves, at least to some extent. You remembered what Keaton had said, and while you didn't particularly respect the path in life these sissies were on, you considered that it may be the best place for them. You did have a little laugh to yourself remembering this is the path you could of been on.<br/><br/><</if>>
One evening during an event, Bella came up to you to speak. She didn't pay attention to any of the other guys, ignoring their hands running on her body, even slapping and groping her as she walked by. Instead she made a beeline straight for you.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">Bella: </span>"Hello, Mr boss... why haven't we ever spoke! Isn't there anything you want from me?"<br/><br/>
She wiggled her heeled foot on the floor, trying to play like an innocent, naïve girl. They were black high heels, buckled on her stocking-clad feet. The thigh-high sheer red fabric rose up almost her entire legs, held in place by a red garter belt. The stockings almost reached her tiny bulge, covered by a silky thong. It was black, mismatching with her garters. Her skin was smooth, lips a shade of pink, with eye shadow to match. Her chest was covered by a black bra, making her look feminine despite her completely flat tits. She wanted to look like a sissy whore and she did. You had no idea how she transformed her voice, but she sounded like one too.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "...Hasn't anyone taught you not to address me like that, Bella. "<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">Bella: </span>"Oh, I didn't realize you knew my name! But please, I'd really... REALLY... like to get to know you better! I'm sure I could make it worth your while."<br/><br/>
Sissies behind the hyper-sexualized beings they are were anything but subtle. Despite keeping the sissies at a distance, you knew what she was trying to do, it was obvious. Her girlish eyes looked up at you, as she put her hands on her hips in expectation of an answer. Placing her hands there once again drew you eyes to the bulging tiny thong she was wearing.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Fuck the sissy|c2StraightKeatonEvent][$c2StraightKeatonEventState = 3]]
<br/><span class="statBonus">An Ending</span></div><br/>
<div class="choice">[[Tell her you're not interested|c2StraightKeatonEvent][$c2StraightKeatonEventState = 4]]
<br/><span class="statBonus">An Ending</span></div>
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<<elseif $c2StraightKeatonEventState is 3>>
You couldn't deny she was hot. A lot of girls would kill to look as sexy as her, though they'd have the class to only dress this way for special occasions, and even then maybe not this whoreish.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Let's go somewhere more private."<br/><br/>
She smiled gleefully, unable to contain her excitement. You put your arm around her, placing your hand at her bare-cheeked ass, and guided her back to your room. A few of them men hollered at you, a bit of banter as they noticed you had finally caved in to try out one of the girls. You left them to it, holding a middle finger back at them to much laughter. Bella's heeled feet clopped in the short silence to your area. You tried not to look like it but you were excited too... it had been too long for a man like you to go without sex. You got Bella inside your room, then locked the door. You weren't going to waste a moment.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You little slut... think you can talk to me like that back there? Get on your knees."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">Bella: </span>"Y-yes Sir!"<br/><br/>
She looked slightly unnerved, but not only were you going to fuck her, you'd make sure she knew her place. She was already much shorter than you, and so skinny, but looked even smaller and subservient dressed like a slut below you. You told her to ask nicely for your cock.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">Bella: </span>"Yes! Please, I want your dick so bad!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Good girl."<br/><br/>
Sissies may not be women, but there was something so hot about them. The sheer subservience they ooze, combined with the overly sexualized femininity was unlike almost any woman. They didn't only want to be the slut, they needed to be it! A sissy wanted to be the girl in a porn video, and did what they could to become that. For a man, they were a sexy fucktoy just waiting to be used, and that turned you on. You undid your jeans, and pressed your big hard cock at her bright pink lips.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Suck. Now."<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cStraightEndingApoint1a.jpg" alt="the view of a sissy with pink lips giving a blowjob" class="storyImage"><br/>
Her lips clasped as you felt her tongue run over it inside her mouth before her throat pushed down on it. She bobbed her head up and down, she had only been a cocksucker for a few weeks but she was good at it. Putting your hand on her flat chest over the bra, you felt at her nipples. She made noises as you did, but it was muffled by your cock stuffing her mouth. After a long time sucking, she let your cock loose again, gasping for air. You just towered over her, smirking. You felt so powerful in this moment.<br/><br/>
For a moment, you tried to focus in your horny daze, and thought about what to do next. You hadn't been with a sissy before and thought maybe you'd just keep things at a blowjob. But Bella had held your cock in her hand, her fingers wrapped around it showing off her painted nails. Not a single detail to be as feminine as possible had been missed by her. She pulled you gently over to the bed, and she laid down on her back. She raised her legs a little and slightly parted, like she was inviting you to fuck her missionary style. The invitation of it turned you on, but with a sissy, that wasn't how you wanted it. You were going to get more than a blowjob, but not like this.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Turn over. Face down, ass up."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">Bella: </span>"Ye-"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ssh. No more talk out you, sissy."<br/><br/>
She stayed silent as told. Despite her forwardness earlier she was an obedient little bitch when a man took control. She did her best to be in the doggy position you asked, but her face wasn't down far enough. You placed a firm, large hand in between her shoulders and pushed her down so her face and chest were flat on the bed. Her ass firmly on display now, her pink hole just peeking around the string of her thong.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cStraightEndingApoint1extra.jpg" alt="the view of a sissy in rose colored lingerie" class="storyImage">
She was ready for the taking, at least you thought so. You couldn't help being amazed by the power you had over her. Sex like this was so much more give and take with $gf, but these sissies didn't object to a thing. They were fucktoys for men. A man's pleasure came first. Bella knew that, and so did you. She would get in any position you commanded, and take you for however long you wanted.<br/><br/>
You moved her thong strap to place the rock hard tip of your cock at her hole, being careful so as not to release the tiny package inside the bulge of her panties. As a straight man you didn't want to see that. You were going to fuck a sissy slut, not a man! You pressed into her.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">Bella: </span>"Ooh! Oh... OH! Oh my God... wait... oh... oh no..."<br/><br/>
She was so fucking tight. Looking around there was nothing to use as lube. She'd have to take your bare raw cock. She seemed to be struggling to take you. You slowed down but you didn't want to stop.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Come on now sissy. Relax. Push gently back on me now."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">Bella: </span>"Oh fuck... it's just-"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You can do it, go on."<br/><br/>
She pushed her back on your command. It was tough, even having to take small breaks to stop, but she eventually did. You let your full hard cock stay inside her for a moment. She was nervous for what came next, but you could tell the sissy wanted it.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You want me to fuck you now, don't you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">Bella: </span>"Oh... oh..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "What was that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">Bella: </span>"Y-yes!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Yes what?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">Bella: </span>"Yes, please fuck me!"<br/><br/>
That was all you needed. You pulled back quickly then thrust in again hard before she would tighten up again. Her head was buried in the bed, muffling the noises she was making. You kept pumping her ass, her tiny hole squeezing hard on your cock. You were already close to cumming. Bella's noises had turned to ones of pleasure, you were still a lot for her to take but she was getting used to you now. She reached back with a hand to touch her bulge but you slapped it away, keen to keep her like the girl she appeared to be. Knowing her place, she didn't try to touch again.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Ah... yeah that's good, you fucking slut!"<br/><br/>
You kept up the fast rhythm but each pounding came harder now. Bella was helplessly impaled by your manly hands holding her in place and the huge cock slamming into her. By the dot of precum that appeared on her panties you could tell she was getting what she needed. You were so close. You grabbed her elbows from behind to pull her up, her body more vertical now your cock only drilled deeper. Her face was no longer stuffed by the bedding and you could her soft moans inbetween breaths.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">Bella: </span>"Oh... oh my... God... uh... uh... yes... yes I'm... your slut!"<br/><br/>
You couldn't hold back anymore. You pulled out just in time for a jet of cum to shoot straight up her back and into her hair. Your legs buckled from the orgasm, catching your breath as your cock continued to pump out jizz. Bella thought things were finished, and flipped around only for another load to be shot onto her face, dripping onto the bra fabric covering her chest.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">Bella: </span>"Oh God!"<br/><br/>
Despite doing a good job taking it, she obviously didn't like cum much. That didn't matter to you though. Post-orgasm, you found yourself not wanting to be around Bella anymore. You hurried to get your clothes back on, keen to get out of here.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">Bella: </span>"Urgh... I need to get this stuff off of me. Is there like, a towel or anything?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I don't know. Fuck. Just... get back to your room."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">Bella: </span>"But..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Come on, go!"<br/><br/>
You didn't want to be around this sissy anymore. You had no idea why you had done any of this, but for some reason you didn't feel good. You were straight you told yourself. You were STILL straight. Bella looked like a hot slutty girl so that wasn't the problem. It wasn't the questions you had about your sexuality. No, the problem was the sexual frustration of being inside here had peaked, and combined with the superiority complex you had got after becoming boss in here, you had cheated on $gf in the heat of the moment. You left the room, with Bella left looking like a mess.<br/><br/>
Time continued to go by. Occasionally you'd get visits from $gf, but you always felt guilty. Obviously not guilty enough, because after sleeping with Bella you carried on using the sissies. It was irresistible. Sluts ready to fuck at any notice. They were such a turn on for you as long as you ignored one little thing. You were respected as a man but soon became entitled. Your attitude became more arrogant. Despite $gf admiring some of the man you became, your self-conceit and lack of attentiveness to her didn't go unnoticed, and a month later she broke things off. Part of you didn't really care at this point.<br/><br/>
With no shred of guilt to hold you back, you made full use of the luxuries available to you. Sex, food and entertainment, every day and night during your stay. Time flew by to your release but on the outside you were just a regular guy again. After a few weeks out, you considered getting yourself in trouble just to go back to Grenton, but didn't.<br/><br/>
Motivated by the discipline you gained inside, you tried to have a new outlook on life, to work hard to get the things you wanted. You downloaded a Personals app, uploaded a pic of your toned abs, and set your title as 'Hung bull looking 4 sissies!'.<br/><br/>
Sat alone in a motel room, you waited. The door of the bathroom creaked open. Standing there was a shy, skinny crossdresser. Her wig covered parts of their face which was covered in hastily applied makeup. A tight rose colored bra, with matching corset and panties that had a cute bow on them, stockings and high heels, just the look you liked on your sissies. She may not of been the best looking girl but she looked satisfactory, and the way she dressed screamed she wanted to be your whore.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cStraightEndingApoint1.jpg" alt="the view of a sissy in rose colored lingerie" class="storyImage"><br/>
<span class="gf">Sissy met on internet: </span>"Do I... look good enough, Sir?"<br/><br/>
She walked clumsily toward you in the heels. Some of her excited clit spilled out of the panties fabric.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Tuck that in. Good... now get over here and suck my cock, bitch."<br/><br/>
THE END.<br/><br/>
[[End Screen|Straight End Panel][$c2StraightKeatonEventState = 999]]
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<<elseif $c2StraightKeatonEventState is 4>>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Have you ever heard the phrase don't get high on your own supply? Very easy for a man like me to do that when it involves sissies. Go on, aren't the other men out there good enough for you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">Bella: </span>"Hpmf!"<br/><br/>
She turned on the spot and walked away. She was obviously offended but you didn't care, though you did make sure she got a punishment for addressing you like that. The sissies should know their place, even the forward ones like Bella. It didn't matter what they dressed like to you, you knew what you liked, and the kind of girl you wanted was waiting for you back home.<br/><br/>
Before you knew it, your stay in Grenton was over. You had no idea it would have such a positive effect on your life, truly living up to it's name as a Personal Development Center. Keaton had threw a party for you on your last evening, and surprised you with a wad of cash. Something to help make your life on the outside better than it had been before he said. You were truly thankful, and had a great night. Dean and Khan while not part of Keaton's crew had been invited, and were enjoying themselves at the event too. Your time here was over, and the next morning you got your things and left the centre to the noise of a car engine running, and a familiar voice.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Yoo-hoo! Over here $name!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh, hey you..."<br/><br/>
She had rolled down the window and poked her head outside it. The biggest smile was on her face. You bent down to kiss her.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Mmm... I've missed you."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Me too... don't ever leave me like that again."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I won't babe... I'm a new man now."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh I know, he he. You sure do look like one."<br/><br/>
You smiled back at her. It was time to go. She drove you back to your home with her. It felt so good to be back, especially to be in her company again. You did your best to keep your hands off her on the ride back. You told her about the money you had got, and how you were going to make a better life for both of you. You weren't going to go back to the man you were before. She was just happy you were out, but you could tell she liked the changes in you, especially the physical ones. She squeezed at your leg after parking up in the driveway. You both knew what came next.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Hold on, horny girl... let me just get a shower real quick."<br/><br/>
She bit her lip in anticipation. You could tell she needed you now. You washed as quickly as possible, you didn't want to make her wait any longer for you. Drying off in a hurry, you noticed your body in the mirror. Your upper body was so defined now, with huge pecs and six pack abs. You felt like the hot man $gf deserved. No... you were that man. You put on some underwear and black jeans, then stepped topless into the room to see $gf.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh my God $name... fuck! I've always thought you looked hot but now..."<br/><br/>
She ran her small delicate hands on your chest. That alone was enough to get you hard, your cock swelling up and constricted by your jeans. She had never admired you quite like this, and it felt good. While you were washing she had changed outfit, a tight mini-skirt, with pink stockings, white heels and silky white cami top. You couldn't wait to see what was under it, but before you could she had put her hand in your trousers, rubbing the palm of her hand on the outside of your underwear, pressing down on the bulge straining inside your clothes. She closed her eyes and reached up her head to kiss.<br/><br/>
The smell of woman, the feel of her lips on yours... You closed you eyes too. You were in ecstasy to finally have what you had missed for so long. The wait had only made it so much better. You reached for the straps of her top, pushed them off her shoulders, making the silky fabric fall from her chest to her waist. You breathed heavily in her ear, the sound of you being turned on only made her more horny.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Mmm... mmm.. unzip your skirt."<br/><br/>
She fumbled with the zipper, but even a second was too long for you. You grabbed her hips to turn her around sharply, and hoisted the skirt upwards. Her pink panties and bra were exposed, with the rest of her clothes hanging on her waist. You undid your jeans properly and finally let loose your huge cock. It slapped on her pantie-clad ass, making $gf moan in anticipation of what was next. She pushed back onto you a little to press herself on it. As she did you could see your precum smearing on the panties. Both of your excitement was uncontainable.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh... finally..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You've missed this haven't you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Yes... oh God yes!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "On your knees babe, come on."<br/><br/>
She turned herself around clumsily. It was clear she hadn't dressed up sexy like this in a while, as she fumbled around as she got used to heels again. You put your hands on her to support her as she did, she smiled back at you, with a mix of nervousness and eagerness like when you first met. You really were a new man to her, and not only that, it was like she wanted to do a better job pleasing you than she had ever done before. Whatever it was, it was clear being with a more manly man turned her on more. She kneeled down, spread her stocking covered legs and began touching underneath her panties while looking you in the eye.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You like the view down there, don't you?"<br/><br/>
She nodded, her eye lids hanging lower in pleasure as she seemed to press harder on herself. You smiled before hovering your big dick just over her face. She took the hand that wasn't touching herself and held it up, momentarily admiring the thick cock she was finally going to get again, before putting it in her mouth and moaning. She fit as much down her throat as she could, and sucked on it up and down.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh... mmm, that feels amazing babe!"<br/><br/>
Encouraged by the thought of making you feel good, she moved on it faster, smearing her makeup on it in the process. It seemed for a few moments it was almost too much for her. She released her lips from it to gasp for air, before smiling at you and going back for more. Your eyes were closing in pleasure, but every now and then you'd make eye contact with her. She looked beautiful all the time, but you especially liked the view right now. Still, you needed more.<br/><br/>
You placed your hand on the back of her head, and motioned gently in a way that said get up. She was breathing harder, it wasn't just from going down on you, she was fully aroused. Her pink panties darkened at the front with wetness. She looked at you with both shyness and hunger. She wanted you inside her now, but you teased her one more time, kissing her deeply before pressing your hands into her panties and rubbing her. All she could do was make noises of pleasure, she had completely melted by your touch.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You want my cock don't you."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Mmm..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Say it."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Yes... I want it so bad!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Get on the bed. Show me how you want it."<br/><br/>
She took your wrist, moving your hand out of her panties, then squeezed off the clothes that were still hanging at her waist.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Come on horny girl... quickly now."<br/><br/>
Now only wearing her bra, panties and stockings, she kneeled on the edge on the bed on all fours. Face down, ass up. She went to go touch herself but you playfully slapped her hand away to stop her. Grabbing her hips, you pulled her gently back until your rock hard cock could lay just on top of her ass.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You can feel it now, can't you? This is what you've been wanting for so long isn't it."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Don't make wait any longer $name!"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cStraightEndingC2.jpg" alt="girlfriend getting fucked" class="storyImage"><br/>
You pulled the pink fabric to the side, she was so wet it was more like you were peeling them off. Her pink pussy was ready for you. You couldn't think straight anymore yourself, you were running on primal instinct now. Despite your cock being so big, she was so hot and ready for you that you slid it in with ease. Taking her raw like this after being away so long was like finding an oasis in the desert. The pleasure indescribable for you both.<br/><br/>
You thrust into her softly the first few thrusts, but her feminine moans sent you over the edge. You pumped her harder as she made it known she liked it like that. To keep going. How she needed your cock. High pitched screams of pleasure she couldn't contain. You carried on fucking, while hastily unclasping her bra and feeling her perfect tits. Her ass cheeks wobbled with each pounding she took. She couldn't even form words anymore, just buried her face in the bed and made a muffled noise of ecstasy.<br/><br/>
You were so close now. You pulled at each of her wrists, raising her off the bed. All you could hear were moans and her body slapping on yours, her ass and tits bouncing wildly. Your legs were buckling under the pressure. You grabbed her hair to pull her head back.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cStraightEndingC3.jpg" alt="girlfriend getting fucked" class="storyImage"><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Babe, I'm cumming!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Yes... ugh... cum for me. Please. Cum for me now $name!"<br/><br/>
Your eyes scrunched together from the uncontainable pleasure as your cock burst. A stream of cum shot deep inside her. It didn't stop, your cock straining at the base to shoot more and more. You gasped for air, as you shot the last of what you had in her. You let go of the parts of her you had grabbed, and she feel into a heap on the bed, still on her knees. You stepped back in exhaustion, with a view to her exposed pussy. Cum was dripping down her leg into the panties you had barely pulled down. You slapped her playfully on her ass cheek. She turned her head out of the bed, completely out of breath but with a huge smile on her face.<br/><br/>
You could both barely speak, but it was clear you both had gotten what you had needed for a long time. You went to get some towels and drinks for you both. She could barely bring herself to move, but did at least remove the soaked panties. Naked apart from the stockings, she sat in the warm afterglow of intimacy. You cleaned her up a little with the towel, but both couldn't bring yourselves to leave the bed just yet. You pulled her into your arms to spoon on the bed, kissing her body gently.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm so happy to be with you again."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Me too. Please $name... never get yourself in a situation like that again."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Never. That's a promise."<br/><br/>
You both lounged there together in perfect content. Despite your troubles, your life felt exactly where you wanted it to be. You had become a man you were proud to be, with the woman you loved in your arms, and developed the mentality to overcome any obstacle, leaving you ready to build the best life for both of you.<br/><br/>
THE END<br/><br/>
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<<elseif $c2StraightKeatonEventState is 5>>
From this moment on, life in Grenton was much easier for you. Despite the pressures of being a leader, it was nothing compared to what you had been through to get to this point. The hardest part of your new role was unexpected. You stopped anything involved with sissies happening in Grenton, and while many were fine with this decision, a few were not. After a bumpy beginning you were able to run Keaton's crew mostly like it had been, just without the seedy stuff. It did result in some members leaving though, leaving a few less luxuries for everyone to enjoy, but you and the others still lived the good life in here. Imported food, drink, TVs and gaming stuff made your stay much more enjoyable.<br/><br/>
Despite all the pleasures available, you kept up the good habits you had formed in here. You worked out everyday, putting your body in the best form it had ever been. The discipline you had formed inside here applied to other parts of your life too. You felt like you didn't make dumb decisions anymore. You had a newfound confidence that also led to you being more humble, and no longer had a need to show off to others. People felt your new aura and respected you as a man. You and $gf had regular visits, from her eyes alone you could tell she was impressed by the man you had become.<br/><br/>
The whole situation you were in beforehand soon felt like the distant past.<<if $andersonStraightTrusted is 1>> Anderson had somehow left Grenton, so you didn't get to settle the score with him, but you soon found yourself not caring.<</if>> While Keaton's crew had no involvement with anything involving sissies, there were some aspects of that lifestyle continuing in Grenton. It seemed some of the men still needed their fix, and perhaps even some of the sissies too. Keaton himself was happy for you to not continue the sissy parts of Grenton, but he did tell you to consider that the sissies were just being the best version of themselves they could be.<br/><br/>
<<if $mateType is 'sissy'>> You kept a blind eye to the whole thing, but you couldn't help occasionally noticing $mate. He (if you could still call him that) had gone deep down the sissy rabbit hole. You had seen him one day in the corridor outside one man's room, standing in nothing but black fishnet panties, a tiny black bra, red heels and sheer black thigh-high stockings with a red lace at the top. He accidentally made eye contact with you and looked at the floor in shame. You both never acknowledged each other while inside, which seemed to work out fine for both of you. Despite his shame, you had also accidentally came across him like this again, this time in the middle of 'entertaining' a man. To be honest, it looked like $mate was enjoying himself. You remembered what Keaton had said, and while you didn't particularly respect $mate's path in life, you didn't feel a need to interfere in his life. You did have a little laugh to yourself remembering this is the path you could of been on.<br/><br/><</if>>
<<if $mateType is 'dom'>> You kept a blind eye to the whole thing, but you couldn't help occasionally noticing $mate. He seemed to be enjoying the company of some of the 'girls' inside. You didn't judge him poorly though, he was having a good time in Grenton and you were happy for him. Despite avoiding the sissies for the most part, they were difficult to ignore sometimes. A walk down near the Rec room at the right time and you'd see some of them stood outside in the corridor, dressed like the wildest sluts. They always looked shy in those situations, covering the bulge of their panties as you walked by them, and looking to the floor in shame. Despite that, you had also accidentally come across them while they were 'entertaining' and... they looked like they were enjoying themselves to some extent. You remembered what Keaton had said, and while you didn't particularly respect the path in life these sissies were on, you didn't feel a need to interfere in their lives. You did have a little laugh to yourself remembering this is the path you could of been on.<br/><br/><</if>>
Before you knew it, your stay in Grenton was over. You had no idea it would have such a positive effect on your life, truly living up to it's name as a Personal Development Center. Keaton had threw a party for you on your last evening, and surprised you with a wad of cash. Something to help make your life on the outside better than it had been before he said. You were truly thankful, and had a great night. Dean and Khan while not part of Keaton's crew had been invited, and were enjoying themselves at the event too. Your time here was over, and the next morning you got your things and left the centre to the noise of a car engine running, and a familiar voice.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Yoo-hoo! Over here $name!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh, hey you..."<br/><br/>
She had rolled down the window and poked her head outside it. The biggest smile was on her face. You bent down to kiss her.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Mmm... I've missed you."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Me too... don't ever leave me like that again."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I won't babe... I'm a new man now."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh I know, he he. You sure do look like one."<br/><br/>
You smiled back at her. It was time to go. She drove you back to your home with her. It felt so good to be back, especially to be in her company again. You did your best to keep your hands off her on the ride back. You told her about the money you had got, and how you were going to make a better life for both of you. You weren't going to go back to the man you were before. She was just happy you were out, but you could tell she liked the changes in you, especially the physical ones. She squeezed at your leg after parking up in the driveway. You both knew what came next.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Hold on, horny girl... let me just get a shower real quick."<br/><br/>
She bit her lip in anticipation. You could tell she needed you now. You washed as quickly as possible, you didn't want to make her wait any longer for you. Drying off in a hurry, you noticed your body in the mirror. Your upper body was so defined now, with huge pecs and six pack abs. You felt like the hot man $gf deserved. No... you were that man. You put on some underwear and black jeans, then stepped topless into the room to see $gf.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh my God $name... fuck! I've always thought you looked hot but now..."<br/><br/>
She ran her small delicate hands on your chest. That alone was enough to get you hard, your cock swelling up and constricted by your jeans. She had never admired you quite like this, and it felt good. While you were washing she had changed outfit, a tight mini-skirt, with pink stockings, white heels and silky white cami top. You couldn't wait to see what was under it, but before you could she had put her hand in your trousers, rubbing the palm of her hand on the outside of your underwear, pressing down on the bulge straining inside your clothes. She closed her eyes and reached up her head to kiss.<br/><br/>
The smell of woman, the feel of her lips on yours... You closed you eyes too. You were in ecstasy to finally have what you had missed for so long. The wait had only made it so much better. You reached for the straps of her top, pushed them off her shoulders, making the silky fabric fall from her chest to her waist. You breathed heavily in her ear, the sound of you being turned on only made her more horny.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Mmm... mmm.. unzip your skirt."<br/><br/>
She fumbled with the zipper, but even a second was too long for you. You grabbed her hips to turn her around sharply, and hoisted the skirt upwards. Her pink panties and bra were exposed, with the rest of her clothes hanging on her waist. You undid your jeans properly and finally let loose your huge cock. It slapped on her pantie-clad ass, making $gf moan in anticipation of what was next. She pushed back onto you a little to press herself on it. As she did you could see your precum smearing on the panties. Both of your excitement was uncontainable.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh... finally..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You've missed this haven't you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Yes... oh God yes!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "On your knees babe, come on."<br/><br/>
She turned herself around clumsily. It was clear she hadn't dressed up sexy like this in a while, as she fumbled around as she got used to heels again. You put your hands on her to support her as she did, she smiled back at you, with a mix of nervousness and eagerness like when you first met. You really were a new man to her, and not only that, it was like she wanted to do a better job pleasing you than she had ever done before. Whatever it was, it was clear being with a more manly man turned her on more. She kneeled down, spread her stocking covered legs and began touching underneath her panties while looking you in the eye.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You like the view down there, don't you?"<br/><br/>
She nodded, her eye lids hanging lower in pleasure as she seemed to press harder on herself. You smiled before hovering your big dick just over her face. She took the hand that wasn't touching herself and held it up, momentarily admiring the thick cock she was finally going to get again, before putting it in her mouth and moaning. She fit as much down her throat as she could, and sucked on it up and down.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh... mmm, that feels amazing babe!"<br/><br/>
Encouraged by the thought of making you feel good, she moved on it faster, smearing her makeup on it in the process. It seemed for a few moments it was almost too much for her. She released her lips from it to gasp for air, before smiling at you and going back for more. Your eyes were closing in pleasure, but every now and then you'd make eye contact with her. She looked beautiful all the time, but you especially liked the view right now. Still, you needed more.<br/><br/>
You placed your hand on the back of her head, and motioned gently in a way that said get up. She was breathing harder, it wasn't just from going down on you, she was fully aroused. Her pink panties darkened at the front with wetness. She looked at you with both shyness and hunger. She wanted you inside her now, but you teased her one more time, kissing her deeply before pressing your hands into her panties and rubbing her. All she could do was make noises of pleasure, she had completely melted by your touch.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You want my cock don't you."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Mmm..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Say it."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Yes... I want it so bad!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Get on the bed. Show me how you want it."<br/><br/>
She took your wrist, moving your hand out of her panties, then squeezed off the clothes that were still hanging at her waist.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Come on horny girl... quickly now."<br/><br/>
Now only wearing her bra, panties and stockings, she kneeled on the edge on the bed on all fours. Face down, ass up. She went to go touch herself but you playfully slapped her hand away to stop her. Grabbing her hips, you pulled her gently back until your rock hard cock could lay just on top of her ass.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You can feel it now, can't you? This is what you've been wanting for so long isn't it."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Don't make wait any longer $name!"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cStraightEndingC2.jpg" alt="girlfriend getting fucked" class="storyImage"><br/>
You pulled the pink fabric to the side, she was so wet it was more like you were peeling them off. Her pink pussy was ready for you. You couldn't think straight anymore yourself, you were running on primal instinct now. Despite your cock being so big, she was so hot and ready for you that you slid it in with ease. Taking her raw like this after being away so long was like finding an oasis in the desert. The pleasure indescribable for you both.<br/><br/>
You thrust into her softly the first few thrusts, but her feminine moans sent you over the edge. You pumped her harder as she made it known she liked it like that. To keep going. How she needed your cock. High pitched screams of pleasure she couldn't contain. You carried on fucking, while hastily unclasping her bra and feeling her perfect tits. Her ass cheeks wobbled with each pounding she took. She couldn't even form words anymore, just buried her face in the bed and made a muffled noise of ecstasy.<br/><br/>
You were so close now. You pulled at each of her wrists, raising her off the bed. All you could hear were moans and her body slapping on yours, her ass and tits bouncing wildly. Your legs were buckling under the pressure. You grabbed her hair to pull her head back.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cStraightEndingC3.jpg" alt="girlfriend getting fucked" class="storyImage"><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Babe, I'm cumming!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Yes... ugh... cum for me. Please. Cum for me now $name!"<br/><br/>
Your eyes scrunched together from the uncontainable pleasure as your cock burst. A stream of cum shot deep inside her. It didn't stop, your cock straining at the base to shoot more and more. You gasped for air, as you shot the last of what you had in her. You let go of the parts of her you had grabbed, and she feel into a heap on the bed, still on her knees. You stepped back in exhaustion, with a view to her exposed pussy. Cum was dripping down her leg into the panties you had barely pulled down. You slapped her playfully on her ass cheek. She turned her head out of the bed, completely out of breath but with a huge smile on her face.<br/><br/>
You could both barely speak, but it was clear you both had gotten what you had needed for a long time. You went to get some towels and drinks for you both. She could barely bring herself to move, but did at least remove the soaked panties. Naked apart from the stockings, she sat in the warm afterglow of intimacy. You cleaned her up a little with the towel, but both couldn't bring yourselves to leave the bed just yet. You pulled her into your arms to spoon on the bed, kissing her body gently.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm so happy to be with you again."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Me too. Please $name... never get yourself in a situation like that again."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Never. That's a promise."<br/><br/>
You both lounged there together in perfect content. Despite your troubles, your life felt exactly where you wanted it to be. You had become a man you were proud to be, with the woman you loved in your arms, and developed the mentality to overcome any obstacle, leaving you ready to build the best life for both of you.<br/><br/>
THE END<br/><br/>
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<<elseif $c2StraightKeatonEventState is 6>>
From this moment on, life in Grenton was much easier for you. You worked as the muscle for Keaton, and luckily for you there really wasn't much you had to do. Your main role was basically to look intimidating next to Keaton for certain meetings within the centre. As a reward, you had access to pretty much anything you wanted, just as Keaton promised. The imported food, drink, TVs and gaming stuff made your stay much more enjoyable, but you tended to ignore the other things on offer.<br/><br/>
Despite all the vices available, you kept up the good habits you had formed in here. You worked out everyday, putting your body in the best form it had ever been. The discipline you had formed inside here applied to other parts of your life too. You felt like you didn't make dumb decisions anymore. You had a newfound confidence that also led to you being more humble, and no longer had a need to show off to others. People felt your new aura and respected you as a man. You and $gf had regular visits, from her eyes alone you could tell she was impressed by the man you had become.<br/><br/>
The whole situation you were in beforehand soon felt like the distant past.<<if $andersonStraightTrusted is 1>> Anderson had somehow left Grenton, so you didn't get to settle the score with him, but you soon found yourself not caring.<</if>> You didn't really get involved with the sissy side of tings in here, finding it seedy. Keaton was happy for you not to be involved, but he asked you to consider that the sissies were just being the best version of themselves they could be.<br/><br/>
<<if $mateType is 'sissy'>> You kept a blind eye to the whole thing, but you couldn't help occasionally noticing $mate. He (if you could still call him that) had gone deep down the sissy rabbit hole. You had seen him one day in the corridor outside the Rec room, standing in nothing but black fishnet panties, a tiny black bra, red heels and sheer black thigh-high stockings with a red lace at the top. He accidentally made eye contact with you and looked at the floor in shame. You both never acknowledged each other while inside, which seemed to work out fine for both of you. Despite his shame, you had also accidentally came across him like this again, this time in the middle of 'entertaining' a man. To be honest, it looked like $mate was enjoying himself. You remembered what Keaton had said, and while you didn't particularly respect $mate's path in life, you didn't feel a need to interfere in his life. You did have a little laugh to yourself remembering this is the path you could of been on.<br/><br/><</if>>
<<if $mateType is 'dom'>> You kept a blind eye to the whole thing, but you couldn't help occasionally noticing $mate. He seemed to be enjoying the company of some of the 'girls' inside. You didn't judge him poorly though, he was having a good time in Grenton and you were happy for him. Despite avoiding the sissies for the most part, they were difficult to ignore sometimes. A walk down near the Rec room at the right time and you'd see some of them stood outside in the corridor, dressed like the wildest sluts. They always looked shy in those situations, covering the bulge of their panties as you walked by them, and looking to the floor in shame. Despite that, you had also accidentally come across them while they were 'entertaining' and... they looked like they were really enjoying themselves. You remembered what Keaton had said, and while you didn't particularly respect the path in life these sissies were on, you didn't feel a need to interfere in their lives. You did have a little laugh to yourself remembering this is the path you could of been on.<br/><br/><</if>>
Before you knew it, your stay in Grenton was over. You had no idea it would have such a positive effect on your life, truly living up to it's name as a Personal Development Center. Keaton had threw a party for you on your last evening, and surprised you with a wad of cash. Something to help make your life on the outside better than it had been before he said. You were truly thankful, and had a great night. Dean and Khan while not part of Keaton's crew had been invited, and were enjoying themselves at the event too. Your time here was over, and the next morning you got your things and left the centre to the noise of a car engine running, and a familiar voice.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Yoo-hoo! Over here $name!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh, hey you..."<br/><br/>
She had rolled down the window and poked her head outside it. The biggest smile was on her face. You bent down to kiss her.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Mmm... I've missed you."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Me too... don't ever leave me like that again."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I won't babe... I'm a new man now."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh I know, he he. You sure do look like one."<br/><br/>
You smiled back at her. It was time to go. She drove you back to your home with her. It felt so good to be back, especially to be in her company again. You did your best to keep your hands off her on the ride back. You told her about the money you had got, and how you were going to make a better life for both of you. You weren't going to go back to the man you were before. She was just happy you were out, but you could tell she liked the changes in you, especially the physical ones. She squeezed at your leg after parking up in the driveway. You both knew what came next.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Hold on, horny girl... let me just get a shower real quick."<br/><br/>
She bit her lip in anticipation. You could tell she needed you now. You washed as quickly as possible, you didn't want to make her wait any longer for you. Drying off in a hurry, you noticed your body in the mirror. Your upper body was so defined now, with huge pecs and six pack abs. You felt like the hot man $gf deserved. No... you were that man. You put on some underwear and black jeans, then stepped topless into the room to see $gf.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh my God $name... fuck! I've always thought you looked hot but now..."<br/><br/>
She ran her small delicate hands on your chest. That alone was enough to get you hard, your cock swelling up and constricted by your jeans. She had never admired you quite like this, and it felt good. While you were washing she had changed outfit, a tight mini-skirt, with pink stockings, white heels and silky white cami top. You couldn't wait to see what was under it, but before you could she had put her hand in your trousers, rubbing the palm of her hand on the outside of your underwear, pressing down on the bulge straining inside your clothes. She closed her eyes and reached up her head to kiss.<br/><br/>
The smell of woman, the feel of her lips on yours... You closed you eyes too. You were in ecstasy to finally have what you had missed for so long. The wait had only made it so much better. You reached for the straps of her top, pushed them off her shoulders, making the silky fabric fall from her chest to her waist. You breathed heavily in her ear, the sound of you being turned on only made her more horny.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Mmm... mmm.. unzip your skirt."<br/><br/>
She fumbled with the zipper, but even a second was too long for you. You grabbed her hips to turn her around sharply, and hoisted the skirt upwards. Her pink panties and bra were exposed, with the rest of her clothes hanging on her waist. You undid your jeans properly and finally let loose your huge cock. It slapped on her pantie-clad ass, making $gf moan in anticipation of what was next. She pushed back onto you a little to press herself on it. As she did you could see your precum smearing on the panties. Both of your excitement was uncontainable.<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Oh... finally..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You've missed this haven't you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Yes... oh God yes!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "On your knees babe, come on."<br/><br/>
She turned herself around clumsily. It was clear she hadn't dressed up sexy like this in a while, as she fumbled around as she got used to heels again. You put your hands on her to support her as she did, she smiled back at you, with a mix of nervousness and eagerness like when you first met. You really were a new man to her, and not only that, it was like she wanted to do a better job pleasing you than she had ever done before. Whatever it was, it was clear being with a more manly man turned her on more. She kneeled down, spread her stocking covered legs and began touching underneath her panties while looking you in the eye.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You like the view down there, don't you?"<br/><br/>
She nodded, her eye lids hanging lower in pleasure as she seemed to press harder on herself. You smiled before hovering your big dick just over her face. She took the hand that wasn't touching herself and held it up, momentarily admiring the thick cock she was finally going to get again, before putting it in her mouth and moaning. She fit as much down her throat as she could, and sucked on it up and down.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Oh... mmm, that feels amazing babe!"<br/><br/>
Encouraged by the thought of making you feel good, she moved on it faster, smearing her makeup on it in the process. It seemed for a few moments it was almost too much for her. She released her lips from it to gasp for air, before smiling at you and going back for more. Your eyes were closing in pleasure, but every now and then you'd make eye contact with her. She looked beautiful all the time, but you especially liked the view right now. Still, you needed more.<br/><br/>
You placed your hand on the back of her head, and motioned gently in a way that said get up. She was breathing harder, it wasn't just from going down on you, she was fully aroused. Her pink panties darkened at the front with wetness. She looked at you with both shyness and hunger. She wanted you inside her now, but you teased her one more time, kissing her deeply before pressing your hands into her panties and rubbing her. All she could do was make noises of pleasure, she had completely melted by your touch.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You want my cock don't you."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Mmm..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Say it."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Yes... I want it so bad!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Get on the bed. Show me how you want it."<br/><br/>
She took your wrist, moving your hand out of her panties, then squeezed off the clothes that were still hanging at her waist.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Come on horny girl... quickly now."<br/><br/>
Now only wearing her bra, panties and stockings, she kneeled on the edge on the bed on all fours. Face down, ass up. She went to go touch herself but you playfully slapped her hand away to stop her. Grabbing her hips, you pulled her gently back until your rock hard cock could lay just on top of her ass.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "You can feel it now, can't you? This is what you've been wanting for so long isn't it."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Don't make wait any longer $name!"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cStraightEndingC2.jpg" alt="girlfriend getting fucked" class="storyImage"><br/>
You pulled the pink fabric to the side, she was so wet it was more like you were peeling them off. Her pink pussy was ready for you. You couldn't think straight anymore yourself, you were running on primal instinct now. Despite your cock being so big, she was so hot and ready for you that you slid it in with ease. Taking her raw like this after being away so long was like finding an oasis in the desert. The pleasure indescribable for you both.<br/><br/>
You thrust into her softly the first few thrusts, but her feminine moans sent you over the edge. You pumped her harder as she made it known she liked it like that. To keep going. How she needed your cock. High pitched screams of pleasure she couldn't contain. You carried on fucking, while hastily unclasping her bra and feeling her perfect tits. Her ass cheeks wobbled with each pounding she took. She couldn't even form words anymore, just buried her face in the bed and made a muffled noise of ecstasy.<br/><br/>
You were so close now. You pulled at each of her wrists, raising her off the bed. All you could hear were moans and her body slapping on yours, her ass and tits bouncing wildly. Your legs were buckling under the pressure. You grabbed her hair to pull her head back.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/cStraightEndingC3.jpg" alt="girlfriend getting fucked" class="storyImage"><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Babe, I'm cumming!"<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Yes... ugh... cum for me. Please. Cum for me now $name!"<br/><br/>
Your eyes scrunched together from the uncontainable pleasure as your cock burst. A stream of cum shot deep inside her. It didn't stop, your cock straining at the base to shoot more and more. You gasped for air, as you shot the last of what you had in her. You let go of the parts of her you had grabbed, and she feel into a heap on the bed, still on her knees. You stepped back in exhaustion, with a view to her exposed pussy. Cum was dripping down her leg into the panties you had barely pulled down. You slapped her playfully on her ass cheek. She turned her head out of the bed, completely out of breath but with a huge smile on her face.<br/><br/>
You could both barely speak, but it was clear you both had gotten what you had needed for a long time. You went to get some towels and drinks for you both. She could barely bring herself to move, but did at least remove the soaked panties. Naked apart from the stockings, she sat in the warm afterglow of intimacy. You cleaned her up a little with the towel, but both couldn't bring yourselves to leave the bed just yet. You pulled her into your arms to spoon on the bed, kissing her body gently.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "I'm so happy to be with you again."<br/><br/>
<span class="gf">$gf: </span>"Me too. Please $name... never get yourself in a situation like that again."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1">You:</span> "Never. That's a promise."<br/><br/>
You both lounged there together in perfect content. Despite your troubles, your life felt exactly where you wanted it to be. You had become a man you were proud to be, with the woman you loved in your arms, and developed the mentality to overcome any obstacle, leaving you ready to build the best life for both of you.<br/><br/>
THE END<br/><br/>
[[End Screen|Straight End Panel][$c2StraightKeatonEventState = 999]]
<!-- Essentially, this is Straight End Panel -->
<<elseif $c2StraightKeatonEventState is 999>>
You've completed the game on the Straight Route!<br/><br/>
This is a short path through the game, and is one of the only endings finished in the game right now. There's no more content for it planned.<br/><br/>
To be honest I wasn't expecting many players to go down this path, but I wanted to offer this option to anyone really straight who somehow came across this game. You must be really straight. Or very curious... you know, in a gamer type 'try every route' way. I didn't mean to imply anything else.<br/><br/>
Wait a second... perhaps you were just too good at getting out of the situation? Wait... did you mean to go down this path, or are you just too good a gamer?<br/><br/>
Either way congrats!<br/><br/>
The other paths through the game will have more content but... I'm not sure they'll appeal to you... hmm... I guess you could restart the game and try? If you fancied it of course.<br/><br/>
And I may as well throw it out there... you can support the game's development on Patreon. Like I said, there's no more content coming for the path you went down but I may as well mention it while you're here.<br/><br/>
<a href="https://patreon.com/user?u=86744336&utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=join_link" target="_blank">Click here if you want to support the game.</a><br/><br/>
<a class="noIcon" href="https://www.patreon.com/bePatron?u=86744336" data-patreon-widget-type="become-patron-button" target="_blank"><img src="images/extras/PatreonButtonImg.jpg" alt="PatreonLink" class="storyImage"></a><br/><br/>
Also, feedback is very much welcome. There's a link if you scroll down the menu on the left hand side. You can also message me on twitter: (<a href="https://twitter.com/midnoblu" target="_blank">@MidnoBlu</a>). It would be very helpful to know if anyone actually did go down this path. :) <br/><br/>
Sincerely, thank you for playing the game.<br/><br/>
- Midno<br/><br/>
p.s (You can restart the game on the left hand side menu. You may need to scroll down.)
<<else>>
Something wrong: Major c2StraightKeatonEventState $c2StraightKeatonEventState if statement.
<</if>>
<</nobr>><img src="images/locations/solder.jpg" alt="solder" class="storyImage storyImageBigger"><br/><<nobr>>
<<if $courageStat lte 4>>
You were sent to a small work desk with electronic components and soldering equipment. You were a little nervous operating these tools, with no real understanding how this works. With a little more courage, you might experiment to see what works. You didn't do a good job, but you still earned some pay.<br/><br/>
You earned $4!
<<set $money += 4>>
<<elseif $courageStat lte 10>>
You sat at the desk to assemble components. After putting together some simple units, you felt a little daring and tried soldering a more complex unit. It probably works, but you didn't feel brave enough to test it yourself. You did an alright job, but the complex unit didn't quite operate correctly. You earned some pay.<br/><br/>
You earned $8!
<<set $money += 8>>
<<elseif $courageStat lte 20>>
You assembled a lot of components today. You came up with a fast (if slightly reckless) way of soldering quickly. You put together a decent amount of products. You've earned your pay.<br/><br/>
You earned $15!
<<set $money += 15>>
<<elseif $courageStat lte 29>>
You followed a guide to solder an advanced piece of kit. You weren't sure what it does, but throw caution to the wind and test it. A small plume of smoke burst through it. Not disheartened, you made a few extra changes, testing it again and voila - it worked! You earned a good amount of pay for your trouble.<br/><br/>
You earned $25!
<<set $money += 25>>
<<elseif $courageStat gte 30>>
You lost yourself in a blurry haze of electronic components and soldering iron fumes. You barely have to pay attention to this anymore. You finished only because there were no materials left to work on. You did an amazing job and earned a large amount.<br/><br/>
You earned $40!
<<set $money += 40>>
<<else>>
Something wrong. Solder event.
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>[[Go back to Workshop|SSYWorkshop]]<<else>>[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]<</if>><img src="images/locations/labour.jpg" alt="labour" class="storyImage storyImageBigger"><br/><<nobr>>
<<if $strStat lte 4>>
You grabbed a pickaxe and began breaking up rocks. You looked like a wimp, only breaking one basketball sized rock during the entire session. Guys who look much stronger than you teared through boulders like they were nothing, while you struggled. The officer enforcing the work didn't pay you much.<br/><br/>
You earned $4!
<<set $money += 4>>
<<elseif $strStat lte 10>>
You grabbed a pickaxe and began breaking up rocks. You were strong enough to at least break up a few rocks. Some guys performed much better than you, but the officer enforcing your work was content enough with your effort.<br/><br/>
You earned $8!
<<set $money += 8>>
<<elseif $strStat lte 20>>
You grabbed a pickaxe and began breaking up rocks. You smashed up many rocks with relative ease before struggling on a large boulder which seemed to be a much denser material. Some guys performed better than you, but the officer enforcing your work commended your work.<br/><br/>
You earned $15!
<<set $money += 15>>
<<elseif $strStat lte 29>>
You grabbed a pickaxe and began breaking up rocks. Your greater strength allowed you to break even the denser boulders now! You performed as well as even the hardest working guys around you, and the officer enforcing your work commended your work.<br/><br/>
You earned $25!
<<set $money += 25>>
<<elseif $strStat gte 30>>
You grabbed a pickaxe and began breaking up rocks. You were practically shredding rocks to dust now! The only thing that could slow you down now was the quality of your pickaxe. You outperformed every man here, the officer enforcing your work was very impressed.<br/><br/>
You earned $40!
<<set $money += 40>>
<<else>>
Something wrong. Labour event.
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>[[Go back to Workshop|SSYWorkshop]]<<else>>[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]<</if>><img src="images/locations/cook.jpg" alt="cook" class="storyImage storyImageBigger"><br/><<nobr>>
<<if $stamStat lte 4>>
You were handed a dirty apron and a hair net and ordered to chop the vegetables. You could chop them decently if you went slow enough. The lead chef yelled to chop faster but you barely could, you could really use more stamina to do this better! The chopped onions, carrots and peppers aren't cut very well. The head chef wasn't that happy but you earned your pay.<br/><br/>
You earned $4!
<<set $money += 4>>
<<elseif $stamStat lte 10>>
You put on your apron and hair net. Your orders were to chop vegetables. You chopped the onions, carrots and peppers into nice fine pieces. Seeing you were done, the head chef ordered you to mash the potatoes. Your stamina was really helping you maintain a decent pace. The head chef was very happy with your chopping, but the mash is a little lumpy. You earned your pay.<br/><br/>
You earned $8!
<<set $money += 8>>
<<elseif $stamStat lte 20>>
You chopped all the vegetables without even being ordered. When you're done you moved on to mashing potatoes, making a nice creamy mash. The head chef looks impressed!<br/><br/>
You earned $15!
<<set $money += 15>>
<<elseif $stamStat lte 29>>
The head chef has a lot of faith in your ability. They put you in charge of bread baking. Creating a good quality dough wassn't a problem, it's managing the sheer amount of it. You carefully managed the ovens while helping other kitchen members finish chopping.<br/><br/>
The smell from the ovens was amazing. You rushed to get all the trays out, ready to cool. This will be some of the best bread the people here ever eat! The head chef can't help but try some. A big smile fills their face as they chewed it. You earned your pay!<br/><br/>
You earned $25!
<<set $money += 25>>
<<elseif $stamStat gte 30>>
The head chef was very proud of you. With you in his kitchen they can focus on preparing the meat and sauces while you do the rest. Vegetables, potatoes and breads were prepared expertly by yourself. You admired your work only for your nostrils to be greeted by the mouth watering smell of a roast chicken. Tonight the inhabitants would eat an amazing feast! You earned your pay.<br/><br/>
You earned $40!
<<set $money += 40>>
<<else>>
Something wrong. Cook event.
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>[[Go back to Workshop|SSYWorkshop]]<<else>>[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]<</if>><<nobr>>
<<if $nightwearBonusMorningHug is 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusMorningHug to 0>>
<<set $charmStat += 1>>
After such a cosy morning, you were in the ideal mood to be absorbed in a good book! In the same block of reading time as usual, you took in twice as much.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearBonusCosyLieIn is 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusCosyLieIn to 0>>
<<set $charmStat += 1>>
After such a cosy morning, you were in the ideal mood to be absorbed in a good book! In the same block of reading time as usual, you took in twice as much.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $charmStat lte 5>>
<img src="images/items/books/charm1.jpg" alt="charm book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read some self-help advice from some magazines.<br/><br/>
You felt more charming!
<<elseif $charmStat lte 10>>
<img src="images/items/books/charm2.jpg" alt="charm book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read a classic book on building connections and making a reputation for yourself, taking note of it's advice.<br/><br/>
You increased your charm!
<<elseif $charmStat lte 15>>
<img src="images/items/books/charm3.jpg" alt="charm book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read a story about charming aristocrats in the early 1900s.<br/><br/>
You continued to read, increasing your charm.
<<elseif $charmStat lte 20>>
<img src="images/items/books/charm4.jpg" alt="charm book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read the autobiography of an escort, in which she reveals all kinds of tricks to being a charming person...<br/><br/>
Your reading has improved again, you increased your charm!
<<elseif $charmStat lte 25>>
<img src="images/items/books/charm5.jpg" alt="charm book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read a book on the psychology of what people desire, and the influence those wants have on them.<br/><br/>
You continued to read, increasing your charm.
<<elseif $charmStat lte 30>>
<img src="images/items/books/charm6.jpg" alt="charm book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read a book called '333 wittiest quotes', and tried to put a few of the pithy ones to memory.<br/><br/>
Your reading has improved again, increasing your charm!
<<elseif $charmStat lte 39>>
<img src="images/items/books/charm7.jpg" alt="charm book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read a book about successful relationships, covering everything from conversation, to maintaining appearance, to sex.<br/><br/>
You continued to read, increasing your charm.
<<elseif $charmStat is 40>>
<img src="images/items/books/charmMax.jpg" alt="charm book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You've maxed your charm - now it's time to get out there and use it!
<<elseif $charmStat gt 40>>
<img src="images/items/books/charmMax.jpg" alt="charm book" class="storyImage"><br/>
With all these insights into these interesting people, you're ready to become charming company in any situation.<br/><br/>
You've already maxed your charm!
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<set $ap -= 1>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>[[Go back to library|SSYLibrary]]<<else>>[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]<</if>><<nobr>>
<<if $nightwearBonusMorningHug is 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusMorningHug to 0>>
<<set $courageStat += 1>>
After such a cosy morning, you were in the ideal mood to be absorbed in a good book! In the same block of reading time as usual, you took in twice as much.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearBonusCosyLieIn is 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusCosyLieIn to 0>>
<<set $courageStat += 1>>
After such a cosy morning, you were in the ideal mood to be absorbed in a good book! In the same block of reading time as usual, you took in twice as much.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $courageStat lte 5>>
<img src="images/items/books/courage1.jpg" alt="courage book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read a story of swashbuckling adventurers, in a daring tale to reclaim their lost gold.<br/><br/>
Inspired by the story so far, you increased your courage!
<<elseif $courageStat lte 10>>
<img src="images/items/books/courage2.jpg" alt="courage book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read about ordinary people who acted bravely in all kinds of situations.<br/><br/>
Inspired by these stories, you increased your courage!
<<elseif $courageStat lte 15>>
<img src="images/items/books/courage3.jpg" alt="courage book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read about what life is like for people on dangerous adventures around the world.<br/><br/>
You continued to read, increasing your courage!
<<elseif $courageStat lte 20>>
<img src="images/items/books/courage4.jpg" alt="courage book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read a story aimmed at younger audiences, about a chicken who didn't fit in with the rest, but learned to enjoy what made them different.<br/><br/>
Inspired by the spirit of the chicken-dog, you felt more courageous!
<<elseif $courageStat lte 25>>
<img src="images/items/books/courage5.jpg" alt="courage book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read inspiring tales of people overcoming difficult circumstances.<br/><br/>
You continued to read to increase your courage!
<<elseif $courageStat lte 30>>
<img src="images/items/books/courage6.jpg" alt="courage book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read about a leader who lead their people through a crisis. It seems to be more a case study of what <em>not</em> to do...<br/><br/>
Learning from other's experiences increased your courage!
<<elseif $courageStat lte 39>>
<img src="images/items/books/courage7.jpg" alt="courage book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You read a very large self help book about how to become the kind of person who can take on any challenge.<br/><br/>
As you continued to read, you increased your courage!
<<elseif $courageStat is 40>>
<img src="images/items/books/courageMax.jpg" alt="courage book" class="storyImage"><br/>
After reading so many tales of courage, you can't possibly be more inspired - it feels like the sky's the limit!<br/><br/>
You've maxed your courage!
<<elseif $courageStat gt 40>>
<img src="images/items/books/courageMax.jpg" alt="courage book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You've already maxed your courage - now's the time to be daring enough to use it!
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<set $ap -= 1>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>[[Go back to library|SSYLibrary]]<<else>>[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]<</if>><<nobr>>
<<if $nightwearBonusMorningHug is 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusMorningHug to 0>>
<<set $pervStat += 1>>
After such a cosy morning, you were in the ideal mood to be absorbed in a good book! In the same block of reading time as usual, you took in twice as much... which is a little odd considering today's reading material.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $nightwearBonusCosyLieIn is 1>>
<<set $nightwearBonusCosyLieIn to 0>>
<<set $pervStat += 1>>
After such a cosy morning, you were in the ideal mood to be absorbed in a good book! In the same block of reading time as usual, you took in twice as much... which is a little odd considering today's reading material.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $pervStat lte 5>>
<img src="images/items/books/perv1.jpg" alt="pervert book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You found some vintage magazines, just some softcore pictures of girls in sexy lingerie.<br/><br/>
You became slightly more dirty minded.
<<elseif $pervStat lte 10>>
<img src="images/items/books/perv2.jpg" alt="pervert book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You found some lesbian themed erotica. A story of a naive new starter at a company being seduced by her uptight boss. It's didn't take long before their skirts came off...<br/><br/>
You became slightly more dirty minded.
<<elseif $pervStat lte 15>>
<img src="images/items/books/perv3.jpg" alt="pervert book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You found a lingerie catalogue. There are all types of lingerie, from classy sets with garters and corsets, to bdsm style outfits. Your imagination runs wild with the possibilities...<br/><br/>
You became slightly more dirty minded.
<<elseif $pervStat lte 20>>
<img src="images/items/books/perv4.jpg" alt="pervert book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You found some bdsm erotica stories. An intimidating figure gets a submissive under their command exactly how they wanted. Chains, whips, bondage, humiliation...<br/><br/>
You became slightly more dirty minded.
<<elseif $pervStat lte 25>>
<img src="images/items/books/perv5.jpg" alt="pervert book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You found a hidden set of photos, hardcore pictures of girls getting fucked by massive cocks. Their expressions display a mix of embarrassment and pleasure.<br/><br/>
You became slightly more dirty minded.
<<elseif $pervStat lte 30>>
<img src="images/items/books/perv6.jpg" alt="pervert book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You found a set of sissy captions - did a Grenton inhabitant make these? They give you a surprising amount to think about...<br/><br/>
You became slightly more dirty minded.
<<elseif $pervStat lte 39>>
<img src="images/items/books/perv7.jpg" alt="pervert book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You found a well-hidden and somewhat crude document, seemingly made by a crew member - 'How to train your sissy'. Rule after rule is detailed, instructing how to make a sissy to serve and obey...<br/><br/>
You became slightly more dirty minded.
<<elseif $pervStat is 40>>
<img src="images/items/books/pervMax.jpg" alt="pervert book" class="storyImage"><br/>
After everything you've read, you've really fired up your desires! With a mind as filthy as this, it remains to be seen just how far you could apply it...<br/><br/>
You've maxed your deviancy!
<<elseif $pervStat gt 40>>
<img src="images/items/books/pervMax.jpg" alt="pervert book" class="storyImage"><br/>
You've already maxed your deviancy - now it's time to indulge it!
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<set $ap -= 1>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>[[Go back to library|SSYLibrary]]<<else>>[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]<</if>><<if $storyPath is 'sissy'>><img src="images/locations/running2.jpg" alt="running" class="storyImage"><<else>><img src="images/locations/running.jpg" alt="running" class="storyImage"><</if>><br/><<nobr>>
<<if $stamStat lt 5>>
You pressed the stereo buttons and started the buzz test. The first buzz went off. <span class="loud">"BUZZ!"</span> You jogged steadily to the other side of the room. You reached the wall with four seconds left until another buzz. <span class="loud">"BUZZ!"</span> You begin to run again. <span class="p1">"This is easy"</span>, you think to yourself.<br/><br/>
As you touch the opposite wall, the audio instantly buzzs. <span class="loud">"BUZZ!"</span> <span class="p1">"Woah, wait a second!"</span>, you said out loud, realising you may have overestimated yourself earlier. Picking up the pace, you only just reached the wall in time before being greeted with another loud buzz. <span class="loud">"BUZZ!"</span> You turned around once more and before you knew it... <span class="loud">"BUZZ!"</span> <br/><br/>
You made it to only four buzzs. Countless buzzs went off around you, almost mocking your terrible performance. <span class="loud">"BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!"</span>
<<elseif $stamStat lte 5>>
You ran what seemed like your fastest speed ever between the walls. The buzzing grew incessant. <span class="loud">"BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!"</span> You reached out your hand, just inches from your fingertips... <span class="loud">"BUZZ!"</span><br/><br/>
Ten buzzs. Your stamina has improved! You felt content with breaking your record, until a burp filled your mouth with a little vomit. Uh oh, maybe you pushed yourself a bit too hard! You start to run again... but this time to a bathroom sink.
<<elseif $stamStat lt 10>>
<span class="loud">"BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!"</span> You hated this damn buzzing. This endless fucking buzzing! You could barely touch the walls before spinning 180 on the spot and dashing back. <span class="p1">"Make it stop!"</span>, you thought, as you started to feel a stitch coming on.<br/><br/>
You weren't sure how many buzzs you made it through. Sixteen, seventeen maybe? At least it's progress!
<<elseif $stamStat lte 10>>
The timing of your running to the buzz has greatly improved. You pace yourself efficiently now, your hand landing on the surface of the opposite wall just in time, until... <span class="loud">"BUZZ!"</span> <span class="p1">"Fuck! So close."</span><br/><br/>
Despite your disappointment, you did better than ever with just over twenty-five buzzs. Your stamina has improved!
<<elseif $stamStat lt 20>>
<span class="loud">"BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!"</span><br/><br/>
So many buzzs.
<<elseif $stamStat lte 20>>
<span class="loud">"BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!"</span><br/><br/>
The buzzs kept on coming, but so do you.<br/><br/>
Your <span class="loud">"BUZZ!"</span> stamina <span class="loud">"BUZZ!"</span> has <span class="loud">"BUZZ!"</span> improved!
<<elseif $stamStat lt 30>>
<span class="loud">"BUZZ! BUZZ! BEEEEEEEEEEEE-"</span><br/><br/>
Your mind was so focused on getting to the wall in time that the test audio started to sound like one indiscriminately long buzz. You weren't sure what was happening anymore, all you knew for sure is that you're able to go longer and longer.
<<elseif $stamStat is 30>>
<span class="loud">"BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BU- BU- BU- BU- BU- BU- BU- BU- B- B- B- B- B- B-"</span><br/><br/>
You put your hand to the wall and sprinted as fast as you can to the next wall. You reached out your arms and fingers, stretching them to their extreme. With incredible pace you get to the wall. You spin again and sprint back.<br/><br/>
Your legs are carrying you as fast as they can, in what feels like the blink of an eye you reach the wall again. <span class="p1">"Wait... what's going on?"</span><br/><br/>
Suddenly it dawned on you. No buzz. There's no more buzzs! The audio has finished. You beat the buzzing bloody buzz test!!! You put your hands on your upper legs for support and gasped for air.<br/><br/>
You've maxed your stamina! You can't imagine any task you wouldn't have the energy for.
<<elseif $stamStat gt 30>>
Despite maxing your stamina, for some unknown reason you decided to do the buzz test again. Maybe it's some perverted kind of self-torture, or perhaps you've just missed the sound of senseless buzzing... either way, a weird choice.
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<set $ap -= 1>><<set $stamStat += 1>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>[[Back to Gym|SSYGym]]<<else>>[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]<</if>><img src="images/locations/plank.jpg" alt="planking" class="storyImage"><br/><<nobr>>
<<if $tonedStat lt 5>>
You lowered yourself into the plank position and began to hold it. Your mind wasn't very focused, you found yourself staring at a disgusting looking stain on the exercise mat.<br/><br/>
You couldn't hold much longer. A pathetic 20 seconds. Pretty bad, but better than nothing.
<<elseif $tonedStat lte 5>>
Again you crouched down and began to plank. Suddenly, a guy working out nearby started talking to you.<br/><br/>
<span class="inhabitant">Gym go-er: </span>"Um, I don't think you realize this but your positioning is all wrong. Keep your feet shoulder width apart. Make sure the shape from your legs to your head is straight."<br/><br/>
He began to demonstrate next to you. You copied him and were able to hold a plank for 40 seconds! Your body tone improved! You felt pride, despite the demonstrator still holding their plank with ease.
<<elseif $tonedStat lt 10>>
Planks. Again.<br/><br/>
It's tedious but you held a plank for up to a minute now, and after a small break you held a second plank for about 35 seconds. It's slow progress, but you're getting the hang of it.
<<elseif $tonedStat lte 10>>
90 seconds of planking, followed by 70 seconds, followed by a third plank of 50 seconds... these are amazing results!<br/><br/>
Your body tone has improved!
<<elseif $tonedStat lt 20>>
You continue with 3 sets of planks per session. Each time you steadily improved by a few seconds. It felt like you are going in the right direction.
<<elseif $tonedStat lte 20>>
You took a deep breath and fonnd your correct positioning. Your body is ready.<br/><br/>
You held as long as you could without looking at the clock, hoping the uncertainty would make you hold on longer. Your body was shaking as you held your abs tight. Can't. Hold. Much Longer!<br/><br/>
You collapsed onto your front, but the effort was worth it. 3 minutes! A whole 3 minute plank! You followed up with a 2 minute plank right after!<br/><br/>
Your body tone has improved.
<<elseif $tonedStat lt 30>>
Your plank times have greatly increased to the point that planking is boring.<br/><br/>
You positioned a makeshift weight on top of your back as you planked, forcing a heavier burden to hold yourself steady. Your improvement was coming on leaps and bounds.
<<elseif $tonedStat is 30>>
Despite the added weight you reached up to a 10 minute plank and you still weren't tired.<br/><br/>
You've maxed your body tone!<br/><br/>
Looking in a mirror you could see your body is nice and taunt. The balance of fat to muscle makes a particularly aesthetically pleasing look. You don't have a six pack as you've only done planks, but you do have a flat, tight looking tummy.
<<elseif $tonedStat gt 30>>
Your body tone is maxed, but you decided to plank anyway. So much time passed with you so far from exhaustion that you eventually got bored before stopping.
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<set $ap -= 1>><<set $tonedStat += 1>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>[[Back to Gym|SSYGym]]<<else>>[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]<</if>><img src="images/locations/squat.jpg" alt="squatting" class="storyImage"><br/><<nobr>>
<<if $assStat lt 5>>
You warmed up a little and decided to do some step ups on the low bench. It's no time at all until your glutes are burning. You wanted to do some deep squats after but with this ache you couldn't.<br/><br/>
Looks like this would be harder than you thought.
<<elseif $assStat lte 5>>
You finished a set of step ups and followed with around five deep squats. You're getting better at this!<br/><br/>
Checking the mirror just before you shower, you noticed your butt isn't as flat as it used to be.<br/><br/>
Your, uh... ass has improved!
<<elseif $assStat lt 10>>
You're getting through your routine much easier now. With each session you've been increasing the number of squats you can do. All you need to do is keep going.
<<elseif $assStat lte 10>>
Three sets of step ups and plenty of squats in between. It's been painful, but it's worth it.<br/><br/>
Checking the mirror just before you shower, you noticed your butt is bigger, each cheek is pleasantly rounded while feeling firmer.<br/><br/>
Your ass has improved!
<<elseif $assStat lt 20>>
You can blast through your old routine easily now, so you carry weights as you do your steps ups. The resistance makes it harder to increase your number of reps, but that makes the work more intensive overall. Keep it up!
<<elseif $assStat lte 20>>
It's been a particularly hard session today, when you finished you tried to massage your glutes and thighs in the hopes of soothing them. Despite the pain, it seemed like the work is worth it though...<br/><br/>
Checking the mirror just before you shower, you didn't think your butt could look better... but it does! Even your clothes couldn't hide the curves of your voluptuous cheeks.<br/><br/>
Your ass has improved!
<<elseif $assStat lt 30>>
At this point, even weighted exercises can't slow you down. Your sessions took longer and longer until you can feel you're actually working yourself harder, but you do them nonetheless. Keep it up!
<<elseif $assStat is 30>>
You pushed yourself to the limit, it feels like your ass muscles might burst through your cheeks! It seems like the work is worth it though...<br/><br/>
Checking the mirror just before you shower, you realized your ass couldn't look any better. It's not sheer muscle either - it seems perfect in both it's curvature and volume.<br/><br/>
Clothes would feel lucky to be worn on your butt - the ultimate canvas for underwear to be shown off on!<br/><br/>
You have, uh... maxed your ass!
<<elseif $assStat gt 30>>
Your ass has already reached it's limit, a strange thought but it's true. There's no improving perfection. There's no real benefit to doing this, but you worked out your butt anyway.
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<set $ap -= 1>><<set $assStat += 1>>
<<if $ap gt 0>>[[Back to Gym|SSYGym]]<<else>>[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]<</if>><<nobr>>
<<ssyMakeupWarningsWidget>>
Sat at your make-up table, your reflection stared back at you with a quiet curiosity. There are so many possibilities now...<br/><br/>
/* start of makeup row one */
<div class="makeupUiRow">
<<link '<div class="makeupMenuSelection">
<div class="makeupMenuImage muLipstick">
<img src="images/extras/muLipstick.png">
</div>
<div class="makeupMenuLabel">
<span class="makeupLabelName makeupLabelName1">Lipstick</span>
</div>
</div> '>>
<<dialog 'Put on lipstick' 'muDialogBody'>>
<<if $playerLipsticks.has('Hot Pink')>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch hotPinkSwatch">
Hot Pink</div>'>>
<<set $playerLipstick to 'hot pink'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<goto "SSYMakeup">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerLipsticks.has('Crimson Red')>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch crimsonRedSwatch">
Crimson Red</div>'>>
<<set $playerLipstick to 'crimson red'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<goto "SSYMakeup">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerLipsticks.has('Ash Grey')>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch ashGreySwatch">
Ash Grey</div>'>>
<<set $playerLipstick to 'ash grey'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<goto "SSYMakeup">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<div class="colourSwatch noneSwatch">
[[None|SSYMakeup][$playerLipstick = 'none'; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
</div>
<<onopen>>
<<run $(`#ui-dialog`).addClass('muDialogFullBox muLipstickDialog');>>
<<onclose>>
<<run $(`#ui-dialog`).removeClass('muDialogFullBox muLipstickDialog');>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
<<link '<div class="makeupMenuSelection">
<div class="makeupMenuImage muBlush">
<img src="images/extras/muBlush.png">
</div>
<div class="makeupMenuLabel">
<span class="makeupLabelName makeupLabelName2">Blush</span>
</div>
</div> '>>
<<dialog 'Paint your blush' 'muDialogBody'>>
<<if $playerBlushes.has('Hot Pink')>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch hotPinkSwatch">
Hot pink</div>'>>
<<set $playerBlush to 'hot pink'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<goto "SSYMakeup">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerBlushes.has('Rose Pink')>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch rosePinkSwatch">
Rose pink</div>'>>
<<set $playerBlush to 'rose pink'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<goto "SSYMakeup">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerBlushes.has('Charcoal Grey')>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch charcoalGreySwatch">
Charcoal Grey</div>'>>
<<set $playerBlush to 'charcoal grey'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<goto "SSYMakeup">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<div class="colourSwatch noneSwatch">
[[None|SSYMakeup][$playerBlush = 'none'; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
</div>
<<onopen>>
<<run $(`#ui-dialog`).addClass('muDialogFullBox muBlushDialog');>>
<<onclose>>
<<run $(`#ui-dialog`).removeClass('muDialogFullBox muBlushDialog');>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
<<link '<div class="makeupMenuSelection">
<div class="makeupMenuImage muEyeshadow">
<img src="images/extras/muEyeshadow.png">
</div>
<div class="makeupMenuLabel">
<span class="makeupLabelName makeupLabelName3">Eyeshadow</span>
</div>
</div> '>>
<<dialog 'Apply eyeshadow' 'muDialogBody'>>
<<if $playerEyeshadows.has('Hot Pink')>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch hotPinkSwatch">
Hot pink</div>'>>
<<set $playerEyeshadow to 'hot pink'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<goto "SSYMakeup">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerEyeshadows.has('Rose Pink')>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch rosePinkSwatch">
Rose pink</div>'>>
<<set $playerEyeshadow to 'hot pink'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<goto "SSYMakeup">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
[[None|SSYMakeup][$playerEyeshadow = 'none'; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<<onopen>>
<<run $(`#ui-dialog`).addClass('muDialogFullBox muEyeshadowDialog');>>
<<onclose>>
<<run $(`#ui-dialog`).removeClass('muDialogFullBox muEyeshadowDialog');>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
<<link '<div class="makeupMenuSelection">
<div class="makeupMenuImage muEyeliner">
<img src="images/extras/muEyeliner.png">
</div>
<div class="makeupMenuLabel">
<span class="makeupLabelName makeupLabelName4">Eyeliner</span>
</div>
</div> '>>
<<dialog 'Pencil your eyeliner' 'muDialogBody'>>
<<if $playerEyeliners.has('Hot Pink')>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch hotPinkSwatch">
Hot pink</div>'>>
<<set $playerEyeliner to 'hot pink'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<goto "SSYMakeup">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerEyeliners.has('Rose Pink')>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch rosePinkSwatch">
Rose pink</div>'>>
<<set $playerEyeliner to 'hot pink'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<goto "SSYMakeup">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
[[None|SSYMakeup][$playerEyeliner = 'none'; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<<onopen>>
<<run $(`#ui-dialog`).addClass('muDialogFullBox muEyelinerDialog');>>
<<onclose>>
<<run $(`#ui-dialog`).removeClass('muDialogFullBox muEyelinerDialog');>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
<<link '<div class="makeupMenuSelection">
<div class="makeupMenuImage muEyebrow">
<img src="images/extras/muEyebrow.png">
</div>
<div class="makeupMenuLabel">
<span class="makeupLabelName makeupLabelName5">Brows</span>
</div>
</div> '>>
<<dialog 'Shape eyebrows' 'muDialogBody'>>
<<if $playerEyebrowses.has('Hot Pink')>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch hotPinkSwatch">
Hot pink</div>'>>
<<set $playerEyebrows to 'hot pink'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<goto "SSYMakeup">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerEyebrowses.has('Rose Pink')>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch rosePinkSwatch">
Rose pink</div>'>>
<<set $playerEyebrows to 'hot pink'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<goto "SSYMakeup">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
[[None|SSYMakeup][$playerEyebrows = 'none'; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<<onopen>>
<<run $(`#ui-dialog`).addClass('muDialogFullBox muBrowsDialog');>>
<<onclose>>
<<run $(`#ui-dialog`).removeClass('muDialogFullBox muBrowsDialog');>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
<<link '<div class="makeupMenuSelection">
<div class="makeupMenuImage muNails">
<img src="images/extras/muNails.png">
</div>
<div class="makeupMenuLabel">
<span class="makeupLabelName makeupLabelName6">Nails</span>
</div>
</div> '>>
<<dialog 'Choose nails' 'muDialogBody'>>
<<if $playerNailses.has('Hot Pink')>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch hotPinkSwatch">
Hot pink</div>'>>
<<set $playerNails to 'hot pink'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<goto "SSYMakeup">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerNailses.has('Rose Pink')>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch rosePinkSwatch">
Rose pink</div>'>>
<<set $playerNails to 'hot pink'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<goto "SSYMakeup">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
[[None|SSYMakeup][$playerNails = 'none'; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<<onopen>>
<<run $(`#ui-dialog`).addClass('muDialogFullBox muNailsDialog');>>
<<onclose>>
<<run $(`#ui-dialog`).removeClass('muDialogFullBox muNailsDialog');>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
<<link '<div class="makeupMenuSelection">
<div class="makeupMenuImage muNailPolish">
<img src="images/extras/muNailPolish.png">
</div>
<div class="makeupMenuLabel">
<span class="makeupLabelName makeupLabelName7">Nail Polish</span>
</div>
</div> '>>
<<dialog 'Paint nails' 'muDialogBody'>>
<<if $playerNailPolishs.has('Hot Pink')>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch hotPinkSwatch">
Hot pink</div>'>>
<<set $playerNailPolish to 'hot pink'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<goto "SSYMakeup">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerNailPolishs.has('Rose Pink')>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch rosePinkSwatch">
Rose pink</div>'>>
<<set $playerNailPolish to 'hot pink'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<goto "SSYMakeup">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
[[None|SSYMakeup][$playerNailPolish = 'none'; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<<onopen>>
<<run $(`#ui-dialog`).addClass('muDialogFullBox muNailPolishDialog');>>
<<onclose>>
<<run $(`#ui-dialog`).removeClass('muDialogFullBox muNailPolishDialog');>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
<<link '<div class="makeupMenuSelection">
<div class="makeupMenuImage muContactColour">
<img src="images/extras/muContacts.png">
</div>
<div class="makeupMenuLabel">
<span class="makeupLabelName makeupLabelName8">Contacts</span>
</div>
</div> '>>
<<dialog 'Wear contacts' 'muDialogBody'>>
<<if $playerContactColours.has('Hot Pink')>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch hotPinkSwatch">
Hot pink</div>'>>
<<set $playerContactColour to 'hot pink'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<goto "SSYMakeup">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
<<if $playerContactColours.has('Rose Pink')>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch rosePinkSwatch">
Rose pink</div>'>>
<<set $playerContactColour to 'hot pink'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<goto "SSYMakeup">>
<</link>>
<</if>>
[[None|SSYMakeup][$playerContactColour = 'none'; Dialog.close()]]<br/>
<<onopen>>
<<run $(`#ui-dialog`).addClass('muDialogFullBox muContactsDialog');>>
<<onclose>>
<<run $(`#ui-dialog`).removeClass('muDialogFullBox muContactsDialog');>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
/* end of makeup row two */
</div>
<br/>
<<if $playerLipstick is 'none'>>
<<elseif $playerLipstick is 'hot pink'>>
Your lips are colored an intensely bright shade of pink - it's so vividly femme!<br/>
<<elseif $playerLipstick is 'crimson red'>>
Your lips are colored an alluringly red. Both classic and classy, a timeless statement of seductive intent...<br/>
<<elseif $playerLipstick is 'ash grey'>>
Your lips are a rather... dull shade of grey. And is the texture supposed to be so... grainy?<br/>
<</if>>
<<if $playerBlush is 'none'>>
<<elseif $playerBlush is 'hot pink'>>
An intensely femme shade of pink is painted delicately on your cheekbones.<br/>
<<elseif $playerBlush is 'rose pink'>>
A youthfully femme flush is painted delicately on your cheekbones.<br/>
<<elseif $playerBlush is 'charcoal grey'>>
A dismally grey 'blush' is dashed upon your cheekbones. It seems to make you look more dirtied than decorated, and it feels so... scratchy?<br/>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
The only currency taken here - 'crew credits' - is essentially goodwill. The crew's hoarded a few items for sale here that seem relevant to you, but you could also put in some kind of request...<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Need somethin'?"<br/><br/>
<div class="FavorsMenuHeaderRow">
<div class="selectStore selected" id="StoreButton" onclick="$('#panelStore').removeClass('invisible');$('#panelRequests').addClass('invisible');$('#RequestsButton').removeClass('selected');$('#StoreButton').addClass('selected');$('#FavorsActiveBar').removeClass('bonds');">CREW STORE</div>
<div class="selectRequests" id="RequestsButton" onclick="$('#panelRequests').removeClass('invisible');$('#panelStore').addClass('invisible');$('#StoreButton').removeClass('selected');$('#RequestsButton').addClass('selected');$('#FavorsActiveBar').addClass('bonds');">REQUESTS</div>
</div>
<div id="FavorsActiveBar" class="FavorsMenuHeaderActiveBar"></div>
<br/>
<div id="panelStore">
<<if $hallOfFavorsIntroSetting is 1>>
Hall of Favors store is out of stock - taking request only!
<</if>>
<<if $hallOfFavorsUnlockPack1 is 1>>
<div class="shopItem favorsShopItem favorShopAliasIssue">
<div class="shopItemImg"><img src="images/shop/eggs.jpg"></div>
<div class="shopItemDesc">
<span class="shopItemName">Hot Pink Lipstick</span><br/>
An eye-catchingly effeminate shade
</div>
<div class="shopItemBuy">
<<if $playerLipsticks.has('Hot Pink')>><span class="shopPurchasedLabel">Purchased</span>
<<else>>
<<if $crewCred gte 100>>
<<link "Buy">>
<<set $crewCred -= 100>>
<<pickup '$playerLipsticks' 'Hot Pink'>>
<<goto "SSYHallOfFavors">>
<</link>>
<br/><span class="influenceCostLabel">100 Cred</span>
<<else>><span class="shopCantAffordLabel">Can't afford</span><br/><span class="influenceCostLabel influenceCantAffordLabel">100 Cred</span>
<</if>>
<</if>>
</div></div><br/>
<div class="shopItem favorsShopItem favorShopAliasIssue">
<div class="shopItemImg"><img src="images/shop/eggs.jpg"></div>
<div class="shopItemDesc">
<span class="shopItemName">Crimson Red Lipstick</span><br/>
A timeless classic
</div>
<div class="shopItemBuy">
<<if $playerLipsticks.has('Crimson Red')>><span class="shopPurchasedLabel">Purchased</span>
<<else>>
<<if $crewCred gte 100>>
<<link "Buy">>
<<set $crewCred -= 100>>
<<pickup '$playerLipsticks' 'Crimson Red'>>
<<goto "SSYHallOfFavors">>
<</link>>
<br/><span class="influenceCostLabel">100 Cred</span>
<<else>><span class="shopCantAffordLabel">Can't afford</span><br/><span class="influenceCostLabel influenceCantAffordLabel">100 Cred</span>
<</if>>
<</if>>
</div></div><br/>
<div class="shopItem favorsShopItem favorShopAliasIssue">
<div class="shopItemImg"><img src="images/shop/eggs.jpg"></div>
<div class="shopItemDesc">
<span class="shopItemName">Dark Brunette Wig</span><br/>
Beyond shoulder-length locks
</div>
<div class="shopItemBuy">
<<if $playerHairs.has('brunette hair')>><span class="shopPurchasedLabel">Purchased</span>
<<else>>
<<if $crewCred gte 100>>
<<link "Buy">>
<<set $crewCred -= 100>>
<<pickup '$playerHair' 'brunette hair'>>
<<goto "SSYHallOfFavors">>
<</link>>
<br/><span class="influenceCostLabel">100 Cred</span>
<<else>><span class="shopCantAffordLabel">Can't afford</span><br/><span class="influenceCostLabel influenceCantAffordLabel">100 Cred</span>
<</if>>
<</if>>
</div></div><br/>
<!-- End of unlock pack 1-->
<</if>>
<!-- end of panel store div -->
</div>
<div id="panelRequests" class="invisible">
<div class="favorRequest">
<<if $hallOfFavorsIntroSetting is 1>>
<div class="favorRequest">
<div class="requestIdea">
<div class="requestIdeaTitle">Import request</div>
Time to request Freddie's special outfit...
</div>
<div class="requestIdeaLine"></div>
<<if $crewCred gte 0>>
<span class="influenceCostLabel influenceRequestLabel">Free</span>
<<else>>
<span class="influenceCostLabel influenceRequestLabel influenceRequestCantAffordLabel">Free</span>
<</if>>
<div class="requestPurchaseSection">
<<if $crewCred gte 0>>
<div class="writeRequestButton">
<<link '<div class="putInRequestButton">
Put in Request</div>'>>
<<dialog 'Which outfit?' 'muDialogBody'>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch hotPinkSwatch">
First Outfit - Vixen Rogue Body</div>'>>
<<set $makingUpOutfitChoice to 'redCorsetBody'>>
<<set $crewCred -= 0>>
<<set $makingupRequestFulfilled to 1>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<goto "taskMakingUp">>
<</link>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch hotPinkSwatch">
Second Outfit - Petalled Black Delicates</div>'>>
<<set $makingUpOutfitChoice to 'blackPetalLingerie'>>
<<set $crewCred -= 0>>
<<set $makingupRequestFulfilled to 1>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<goto "taskMakingUp">>
<</link>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch hotPinkSwatch">
Third Outfit - Armatura Del Bimba</div>'>>
<<set $makingUpOutfitChoice to 'armaturaDelBimba'>>
<<set $crewCred -= 0>>
<<set $makingupRequestFulfilled to 1>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<goto "taskMakingUp">>
<</link>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
<<else>>
<span class="requestPurchaseNotEnoughMessage">Not enough influence to request</span>
<</if>>
</div>
<</if>>
/* Simple version, when dialog is not needed */
/*
<div class="requestIdea">
<div class="requestIdeaTitle">Import request</div>
There's an outfit I need, and in a very particular size...
</div>
<div class="requestIdeaLine"></div>
<<if $crewCred gte 50>>
<span class="influenceCostLabel influenceRequestLabel">50 Cred</span>
<<else>>
<span class="influenceCostLabel influenceRequestLabel influenceRequestCantAffordLabel">50 Cred</span>
<</if>>
<div class="requestPurchaseSection">
<<if $crewCred gte 50>>
<div class="writeRequestButton">
<<link '<div class="putInRequestButton">
Put in Request</div>'>>
<<set $playerLipstick to 'crimson red'>>
<<goto "SSYHallOfFavors">>
<</link>>
</div>
<<else>>
<span class="requestPurchaseNotEnoughMessage">Not enough influence to request</span>
<</if>>
</div>
</div><br/>
*/
/* Complex version, where dialog is needed
<<if $makingupRequestFulfilled is 0>>
<div class="favorRequest">
<div class="requestIdea">
<div class="requestIdeaTitle">Import request</div>
There's an outfit I need, and in a very particular size...
</div>
<div class="requestIdeaLine"></div>
<<if $crewCred gte 50>>
<span class="influenceCostLabel influenceRequestLabel">50 Cred</span>
<<else>>
<span class="influenceCostLabel influenceRequestLabel influenceRequestCantAffordLabel">50 Cred</span>
<</if>>
<div class="requestPurchaseSection">
<<if $crewCred gte 50>>
<div class="writeRequestButton">
<<link '<div class="putInRequestButton">
Put in Request</div>'>>
<<dialog 'Which outfit?' 'muDialogBody'>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch hotPinkSwatch">
First Outfit</div>'>>
<<set $makingUpOutfitChoice to 'first'>>
<<set $crewCred -= 50>>
<<set $makingupRequestFulfilled to 1>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<goto "SSYHallOfFavors">>
<</link>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch hotPinkSwatch">
Second Outfit</div>'>>
<<set $makingUpOutfitChoice to 'second'>>
<<set $crewCred -= 50>>
<<set $makingupRequestFulfilled to 1>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<goto "SSYHallOfFavors">>
<</link>>
<</dialog>>
<</link>>
</div>
<<else>>
<span class="requestPurchaseNotEnoughMessage">Not enough influence to request</span>
<</if>>
</div>
<</if>>
*/
/* End of Requests div */
</div>
<br/>
<<if $hallOfFavorsIntroSetting is 1>>
<<else>>
<div class="centerLinks">
[[Back to Main Block|SSYmessRoom]]
</div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<if $taskMakingUpState is 1>>
/* NOTES
Along with the writing in this passage, there are additional text related to this scene added to Dean, Khan and the Rec Room, where the player can question about the character in this scene.
*/
The so-called 'Hall of Favors' was in no way as grand as the name implied. It was actually just a drab empty room, with a stall built into the back wall. A small statured guy seemed to be apathetically manning it. His elbow lent on the stall counter, smushing his hand up into the extremely bored expression on his face.<br/><br/>
It was only when you had nearly arrived at him before he even realized someone had entered, at which point he shot up in excitement.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">???: </span>"Heeeeey! Welcome ba- oh! *Sigh* Hello..."<br/><br/>
On setting eyes on you his tone turned unenthusiastic, and he reversed back to the same pose you had found him in. Clearly you were not who he was expecting. Despite feeling a little unwelcome, you pushed on.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Um, hey. Is this-"<br/><br/>
Quickly he interrupted you with a monotone, yet rapidly listed, introduction to the place.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">???: </span>"Welcome to the Hall of Favors, which offers the finest luxury imports and bespoke errand service, all tailored to your whims. The only currency accepted is the crew credits, as per the crew credit system of which such figures are determined by crew leadership. Crew credit balances are NON-NEGOTIABLE here - do not even try!<br/><br/>
All exchanges will be final and non-refundable. There can be no cancellations after any order is made. The hall of favors takes no responsibility for your goods or services after delivering them. You have the right to request anything, though any requests that cannot be accomplished will be rejected. *Sigh* I'm your server today, Freddie - how many I help you?"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zfreddie.jpg" alt="Picture of Freddie" class="storyImage">
Despite his diminutive figure, you found the man's impatience with you kind of intimidating. You probably had more questions, but the uncomfortable atmosphere made you cut to the point.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Uh, some makeup? Um, please..."<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Name?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Excuse me?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Your name! I need it to look up your balance, obviously."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Oh, it's $name. Don't you know me? I would of thought most of the crew would by now..."<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"I can clearly see <em>what</em> you are, but no, I don't know who you are. And besides, I'm not part of the crew, they just hired me to work this place."<br/><br/>
It was clear he held some kind of disapproval against you, not only from his words, but his body language too. Something about him came across as so... catty.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"$name, hmm... yes, you've earned a little cred. It seems some basic makeup is to be offered to you on the house *tch*."<br/><br/>
Just as he closed the ledger, a noise came from behind you. Another arrival, and from Freddie's ecstatic reaction, it was the one he had been expecting.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Oh heeeey! Welcome back, Lei!"<br/><br/>
A youthful and hunky looking man stepped up to the counter, a charming grin on his face as he held a huge, weighty sack over one of his broad shoulders like it was nothing.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/Zlei.jpg" alt="Picture of Lei" class="storyImage">
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"Yo Fredz! You ready for one of our biggest hauls yet?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"From you? Always, he he."<br/><br/>
The previously indifferent Freddie was practically a different person now; his voice coming alive almost musically, unable to hide the sheer delight he apparently felt. You could of sworn his hand deliberately brushed against Lei's arm as he went to take the sack. It seemed Lei didn't notice; he turned his attention to you as Freddie struggled to drag the delivery into the back.<br/><br/>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"Hey there! You're uh - don't tell me - I'll get it... Oh! It's $name, right?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "That's me! Hi, nice to meet you."<br/><br/>
He jerked his chin at you as he said it.<br/><br/>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"You too. It's cool to see a little more femininity about the place. This whole boys club situation we got going on here could certainly use a touch of it!"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Mmm, I'm sure you'd like that..."|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 2; $makingUpLeiIntro = 'subtleFlirty']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Aww, well, I try to put in an effort..."|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 2; $makingUpLeiIntro = 'friendly']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Me, feminine? That's a nice way of putting it..."|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 2; $makingUpLeiIntro = 'shy']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">
<<link "Personally, I enjoy seeing all the men about the place - especially the <em>hot</em> ones..." "taskMakingUp">>
<<set $taskMakingUpState = 2>>
<<set $makingUpLeiIntro = 'veryFlirty'>>
<</link>>
</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskMakingUpState is 2>>
He responded with a little laugh; the polite kind that some people do. As Freddie returned, Lei drummed his hands playfully on the counter and pointed a finger at him.<br/><br/>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"We all good here, Fredz?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Totally. Great work - would never expect anything less from you!"<br/><br/>
Lei laughed again. His pointing gesture switched almost instantly to a thumbs up, and he suddenly made to jog away.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Woah, Lei, wait! You really gotta go so quick? It's been so boring here today!"<br/><br/>
Lei turned round, yelling back to Freddie as he continued to run backwards.<br/><br/>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"No can do dude, so busy day today! Let's catch up soon though, yeah? Oh, and was cool meeting you, $name! Hopefully get to know you proper sometime!"<br/><br/>
With that he was off. Freddie slumped down, looking more than a little disappointed. You gave him a moment, but it soon began to seem that he had not only forgot your request, but even that you were still here!<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "*Ahem* Uh, hey. I was just wondering if I could get that makeup now?"<br/><br/>
Sharply he turned to you with a frighteningly scolding look, but a moment later he gave a heavy sigh, and sulked his way the back behind the counter.<br/><br/>
The wait for the order dragged on far longer than you ever expected. You didn't dare pipe up to ask him what was taking so long, but from all the shuffling sounds back there you could tell he was at least doing something. Maybe the makeup was just stored really deep inside?<br/><br/>
You were almost losing hope when finally returned to carelessly plonk two items in front of you. His monotone was back, though this time he spoke between gritted teeth.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"The makeup. Go. Take it."<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zSissy_MakingUp_greyMakeUp.jpg" alt="Picture of grey lipstick and blush" class="storyImage">
<<if $playerLipsticks.has('Ash Grey')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerLipsticks' 'Ash Grey'>><</if>>
<<if $playerBlushes.has('Charcoal Grey')>>
<<else>><<pickup '$playerBlushes' 'Charcoal Grey'>><</if>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Is that all?"<br/><br/>
For now it sure was - there was no way you could bear whatever the hell was going on here any longer. A nod was all you could muster as thanks, and you grabbed the items before silently hurrying away.<br/><br/>
Uncomfortable as this all had been, it had at least resulted in some success. Finally you had your own makeup! Two shades of grey though... hopefully next time you get some choice in the colors.<br/><br/>
<div class="taskBox">
<span class="newSideTaskTag">Started</span>
<div class="taskBoxHeader">Making Up</div>
<div class="taskBoxDesc">Time to finally try using some makeup!<br/>This should be an exciting new step for you.</div>
</div>
Part of your room has a makeup desk and mirror. Now you could actually make use of it!<br/><br/>
[[Continue|SSYmessRoom][$taskMakingUpState = 3; $metFreddie = 1; $metLei = 1; $makeupSystemUnlocked = 1]]
/* $taskMakingUpState is 3 is for where you apply the makeup, then it changes to state 4 in makeup screen */
<<elseif $taskMakingUpState is 4>>
A dirtied version of yourself stared sadly back at you from the mirror. The surface of your lips looked strange and rough, almost like sandpaper. As your finger traced along them, it kinda felt that way too!<br/><br/>
The color was incredibly unflattering also. The only thing it complimented was your cheeks, only because they looked grimily painted too. You had came out looking less like a pretty girl, and more like you had gone coal mining.<br/><br/>
<span class="innerShameText">You look absolutely ridiculous! What will it take for you to realize? You're not made for this. Never were. You can't put lipstick on a pig...</span><br/><br/>
Why!? Why did you look so bad? It was supposed to make you look beautiful, not, not like this! Was it your face? Your skill, maybe? How could you be so untalented you couldn't even apply lipstick right?<br/><br/>
Unconsciously your tongue ran over your lips, and violently recoiled at the sensation of a truly disgusting taste! You tried to spit it off, but the gross yet oddly familiar flavor only stubbornly grew stronger. It was so harsh that it sent you into a fit of coughing.<br/><br/>
Tears formed in your eyes, apparently from the physical and emotional distress both! You couldn't bear it anymore. Unable to cease spluttering, you clutched at your throat and ran over to knock at Jessica's door. She was the only help you imagined available to you right now, and luckily she was home.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>“Heeey th- AAAAAAHHH!”<br/><br/>
Your monstrous appearance completely shocked her; even after her scream stopped, it took more than a moment for her to recognize your face under that soiled surface.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"$name!? W-what's happened to you?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I... *cough* I tried to do my makeup, and I... I look so... *sniff*... ugly!"<br/><br/>
You moved your hand to your face as you said it, even the lightest touch harshly scratched against your skin.<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Oh, okaaaay. Well hey, we all gotta start somewhere... ooh, but it really does look a bit rough, hun."<br/><br/>
Jessica squinted, before pinching your cheek and inspecting you a little closer.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Ow, ow, ow! Careful - I think I put too much on or something! Especially the lipstick - somehow I made it all bitty and ashy."<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"No wonder it feels that way, babe... it <em>IS</em> ash!"<br/><br/>
Your eyes widened in shock as you traced your fingertips along your face, before rubbing a grainy feeling substance between them. The lipstick's taste was so obvious to you now; no different than the way the remains of a bonfire smelled.<br/><br/>
Jessica licked her thumb to start cleaning the mess off you a bit, while you stood almost stupefied, struggling to comprehend how this could of happened at all. Only one explanation came to mind...<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Freddie! That total dickhead!"<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Pardon?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "That guy who works in the hall of favors! I sensed he didn't like more for some reason, but this is a bit much! Y'know, he seemed like the type who doesn't like people like us."<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"That guy? He's been OK enough to me. A little bit rude, I guess."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Well he's obviously got a problem with me. I put up with a lot here, but this is too much. I'm going back and giving him a piece of my mind-"<br/><br/>
<span class="jessica">Jessica: </span>"Girl, you need to calm down! You can't just go throwing out accusations inside this place! If I were you, I'd at least ask around about him first. Make sure that hunch of yours is actually on point."<br/><br/>
You huffed, but deep down knew she was probably right. At least there was some hope for your makeup skills after all. Moodily you headed back to your room to clean yourself up and binning the (now obviously) sabotaged items, which earlier seemed to promise so much...<br/><br/>
<<if $playerLipsticks.has('Ash Grey')>><<drop '$playerLipsticks' 'Ash Grey'>><<else>><</if>>
<<if $playerBlushes.has('Charcoal Grey')>><<drop '$playerBlushes' 'Charcoal Grey'>><<else>><</if>>
[[Continue|SSYRoom][$taskMakingUpState = 5; $playerBlush = 'none'; $playerLipstick = 'none']]
/* $taskMakingUpState is 5 is for after Jessica scene and before confronting Freddie */
<<elseif $taskMakingUpState is 6>>
Your adrenaline was running as you entered the 'hall'. Freddie was well aware of your entrance this time, as you angrily marched towards him.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Hey! What's your deal? Why did you mess with my makeup?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"*Hmpf* I've no idea what you're talking about."<br/><br/>
With an immature gesture he crossed his arms, closed his eys and turned his head away.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "All that ash, that you... that you rubbed into my lipstick and blush!? I don't know, but you did something!"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"There was a problem with your items? Well sorry, you should of checked their quality before reciving them. There are NO refunds."<br/><br/>
His eyes still shut, he quickly rotated his head to face you, blew a raspberry and turned back again. It was infuriating. Despite his denials, a gut feeling told you he was the culprit...<br/><br/>
<<if $recRoomMakingUpInfoFound is 1>>
<div class="choice">[["This is about Lei isn't it? Me chatting with him made you jealous?"|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 7; $makingUpUnderstoodWhy = 1; $courageStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[["You just hate people like me, is that it? That's a pretty cowardly way of showing it, though."|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 7; $makingUpUnderstoodWhy = 0]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskMakingUpState is 7>>
<<if $makingUpUnderstoodWhy is 1>>
He suddenly opened his eyes, then looked at you in puzzlement, like he couldn't believe you had figured him out. That was it... that was why he did it! Knowing the game was up, he began to come clean.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
He sighed, and then opened his eyes to look at you, impatiently.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"No... no, I don't 'hate' people like you, OK? That said, I'll admit I'm not that fond of them. But that's only because you all act like tarts!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Huh!?"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
/*todo see notes below to improve wording in the line below */
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"*Sigh* Everything was going be so good! When there's no pussy around, those straight boys go 'heteroflexible' in a flash - and you just know they're the best lays. Outside, finding them is like looking for a unicorn, but in here... oh, I was so excited. I met my Lei... as we were so close..."<br/><br/>
His face suddenly turned to a glare.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"But then this fucking crew formed, and the promise of 'girls like you' ruined <em>everything</em>! I only got this job just to be with Lei! Now he barely has eyes for me anymore, and I'm stuck working this boring fucking corner shop!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "What? How is that my fault!?"<br/><br/>
<<if $makingUpLeiIntro is 'subtleFlirty' or $makingUpLeiIntro is 'veryFlirty'>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Oh please, I saw you salivating all over him! Trying to seduce him like some cheap hussy!"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Oh please, I see right through that demure act of yours. Don't pretend you didn't love the attention!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<<if $makingUpLeiIntro is 'subtleFlirty' or $makingUpLeiIntro is 'veryFlirty'>>
<div class="choice">[["He's a hottie and I like to flirt. Sue me."|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 8; $makingUpLeiExcuse = 'hesHot']]</div><br/>
<</if>>
<div class="choice">[["You're so overreacting. It was just a chat. He can talk to who he wants."|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 8; $makingUpLeiExcuse = 'notABigDeal']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I didn't know you were into him. He's kinda hot, but I can back off."|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 8; $makingUpLeiExcuse = 'likeHimButWillLeaveHim']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I was just making conversation. I don't like him in that way, I'm not tring to steal him."|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 8; $makingUpLeiExcuse = 'dontWantHim']]</div>
<<elseif $taskMakingUpState is 8>>
<<if $makingUpLeiExcuse is 'hesHot'>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"*Hmpf* I can't do that in here... which is why I 'ashed' you! We're even now."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Well, if you'll leave it be... maybe we can let bygones be bygones."<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I didn't even do anything to y- *sigh* Y'know what, let's just leave it. But this better not happen again."<br/><br/>
Honestly, he was too difficult to deal with any longer. Resigned at the fact this was the closest to an apology you'd get, you turned to leave. It was only after a couple of steps that suddenly your wrist was caught by two small hands.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"$name, wait! I... I need your help. Things just can't go on like this... I need my Lei..."<br/><br/>
His face was so close to yours now, almost whimpering as tears welled in his eyes. Up close, you could see he was wearing mascara, and even a little glitter on his cheek bones.<<if $recRoomMakingUpInfoFound is 1>> So those rumors were true after all!<<else>> He does makeup?<</if>> It really explained how his stare was so intense.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Look, I know this only started with me looking for some casual hook-ups but, my Lei... I absolutely love him! I'll do anything to get him back."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Um, Okaaay?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Please... help me be like you. I just want to be what he wants!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "You need my help? I'm not exactly inclined after what you did to me. And you're wearing makeup aren't you? What do you need me for, if anything you're way ahead of me."<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Makeup is just makeup! I only got into it in my teens learning to cover my acne - though I'm addicted now. Wait you don't know how to do makeup? Well that's it, we can help each other!"<br/><br/>
He did seem genuine... for once. But after all that happened could you really trust him? Still, you wanted your makeup, and honestly you needed a few lessons in how to use it...<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "*Sigh* ...Fine. But you're teaching me the makeup first. I'm not letting you play me again."<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Oh I won't, I won't - it's a promise!"<br/><br/>
His arms wrapped around you into a remarkably tight gripped hug.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Don't touch me! We can help each other, but don't go thinking I've forgiven you..."|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 9;]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Ok, ok, you can get off me now. Come on, let's sort this out already!"|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 9;]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Alright, alright! I'll help you out little guy, but you're gonna have to let go of me first..."|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 9;]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskMakingUpState is 9>>
When he finally released you, you needed a moment to catch your breath!<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "*Huff* So... *huff*... you really want to be a girl, huh?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Me? Eww, no - I can barely stand the thought of it! But a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do, and if a guy's gotta become a girl to become the guy who does what a guys gotta do, then go ahead and make me the girl who's going to be that guy!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Riiiight. I'm still not sure I entirely understand what's going on here...."<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"I'm a gay man, $name! I have pride in who I am, OK? But I'm willing to throw that pride away for a little bit if it, y'know, wins me the love of my life, and all that."<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Ok then, let's make you into the girlest girl... for a bit."|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 10; $taskMakingTransformingFreddie = 'girliestGirl']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["You can still be a guy while looking like a girl. Ever hear of crossdressers? Femboys?"|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 10; $taskMakingTransformingFreddie = 'everHeardOfFemboys']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["So we're turning you into what your man wants - which is not what you really want - even though it actually is what you want?"|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 10; $taskMakingTransformingFreddie = 'intoHisMansIdeals']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["You want to be the guy who becomes the girl so that you're the girl that's the guy who does what a guy's gotta do to be the guy who is a the girl that your guy wants. Is that it?"|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 10; $taskMakingTransformingFreddie = 'intoHisMansIdeals']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskMakingUpState is 10>>
<<if $taskMakingTransformingFreddie is 'girliestGirl'>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Well, let's not go that far! Unless that's what Lei wants."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Alright so just to be clear, do you want to be a girl or not?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Not at all! But apparently I need to be, so let's just get on with it!"<br/><br/>
Honestly, you were conflicted about how effective this plan really was, but Freddie was convinced by it enough...or at least seemed to be.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $taskMakingTransformingFreddie is 'everHeardOfFemboys'>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"What's femboys? Oh, are they those Youtubers who do the girl voice Omegle pranks?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Um, not exactly... although I guess, kinda? Look, I don't really know; I just meant you can look femme but still be a man! You must of seen people like that watching makeup tutorials?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"But I'm a man and want to be seen as a man! Except for Lei in this <em>ONE</em> particular instance."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Ok, ok, I'm just saying!"<br/><br/>
<<elseif $taskMakingTransformingFreddie is 'intoHisMansIdeals'>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Exactly, Now you're getting it! And once he realizes I'm his dream girl, it won't be long before he realizes I'm his dream guy! Oh, it's the perfect little scheme."<br/><br/>
It didn't sound like that to you, but then again anything was better than his last one.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong: taskMakingUp - taskMakingTransformingFreddie $taskMakingTransformingFreddie.<br/>
Please report.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"I'm going to need an outfit, but I don't have a clue when it comes to any of this girly crap! Here, take a look at this - there's some outfits available to import through the hall of favors today. It's probably best you do the picking."<br/><br/>
/*todo need a line where p1 asks how you can ignore all girly stuff buy makeup */
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "The agreement was you'd give me the makeup lesson first, remember?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Yes, yes! Have a little faith in people, $name, geez! If we order the clothes now they won't even arrive until tomorrow."<br/><br/>
He handed you a rough-looking 'catalogue', which was actually just a few sheets of paper. Descriptions of a variety of items were written in poor handwriting, next to low quality printings of photos.<br/><br/>
<span class="notepaper">
"Alright fellas, I found these outfits left inside the attic of my new place, thought they might be of some use. As usual, I can only import one at a time. Be quick though - the missus wants me to chuck this stuff out asap.<br/><br/>
<strong>Outfit 1 - Vixen Rouge Body:</strong> One of those fancy, sexy vest kinda things girls wear sometimes, but it goes around the crotch too. It's red with straps and stuff.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/ZsissyMakingUp_smittenRogueCorsetLingerieBody.jpg" alt="a red lingerie body with straps to attach stockings" class="storyImage">
<strong>Outfit 2 - Petalled Black Delicates:</strong> A matching set of women's undies, also very sexy. The bra doesn't seem to have any cups though, and it looks like it would be kinda see-through. Not sure how good a job it would do 'disguising' the bits I assume you lads want to disguise, if you know what I mean.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/ZsissyMakingUp_blackCutOutLingerie.jpg" alt="a black and revealing lingerie set" class="storyImage">
<strong>Outfit 3 - Armatura Del Bimba:</strong> Some kind of 'suit' made up of a pair of fake boobs and a butt. The material is weird, but comfy... reminds me of the stuff they used to make dildos out of. And it's got a huge pink bikini to go with it.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/items/ZsissyMakingUp_armaturaDelBimba.jpg" alt="a fake boob and butt set with a light pink bikini" class="storyImage">
Get the order in pronto!"<br/><br/>
</span>
Those were the only clothing options you could see, and they were quite the options too...<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"You decided yet? Come up to the stall when you're ready to make the request. May as well make do this officially. Oh, and seeing as I'm so sweet, I'll cover the cost, just this once..."<br/><br/>
[[Use the Hall of Favors to make a request|SSYHallOfFavors][$taskMakingUpState = 11; $hallOfFavorsIntroSetting = 1]]
<<elseif $taskMakingUpState is 11>>
Freddie was so disinterested he couldn't care less about any details of the outfit you picked for him, instead he just noted down the order.<br/><br/>
<<if $makingUpOutfitChoice is 'armaturaDelBimba'>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Amateur de what? Eh, I'll just write outfit three, they'll know what I mean."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $makingUpOutfitChoice is 'blackPetalLingerie'>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Petalled... black... lingerie. Petalled, huh? Well at least it sounds kinda gay."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $makingUpOutfitChoice is 'redCorsetBody'>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Vixen... rogue... body. Mmm, so it's red? I rarely wear that... but then again I can slay in just about anything."<br/><br/>
<<else>>
Something wrong: taskMakingUp - makingUpOutfitChoice $makingUpOutfitChoice<br/>
Please report.
<</if>>
He finished scribbling the request down and stored it in a miniature post box on the stall top.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Okaaay, that should be delivered by tomorrow. Come by soon and we'll get this done! Take care now, $name."<br/><br/>
As you walked away, it struck you how unexpectedly strange this whole 'confrontation' had gone. Still, getting a proper makeup lesson seemed better than any other outcome, though you remained ready to be suspicious of any beauty products Freddie might provide you...<br/><br/>
[[Leave|SSYmessRoom][$taskMakingUpState = 12; $hallOfFavorsIntroSetting = 999]]
<!-- In-between 12 and 13, there is a line of code inside SSYsleep, that sets state to 13, as it takes overnight before the outfit is delivered-->
<<elseif $taskMakingUpState is 13>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"$name! Oh, this is perfect! The outfit's waiting out back, and Lei's should be coming along later with another shipmen. We doing this?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "That's why I'm here! So, where are we doing the makeup? My room?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Huh? Nah, we can do it here - it'll be private enough!"<br/><br/>
He scurried to the entrance door as he said it, attaching a handmade sign. 'Shop closed - deliveries only!'<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Come back into the storage area though, anyone could still peek in here. Oh, I am going to put on the most <em>gorgeous</em> makeup for Lei - this boy has no idea he's falling in love today!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "*Ahem* And you're going to do <em>my</em> makeup too, remember?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Yes $name. *Tch* Are you always this fussy? You're going to look pretty <em>good</em>, too. Actually come to think of it, you better keep out of sight when Lei gets here. I don't want any more trouble out of you!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Me the trouble!?"<br/><br/>
During the testing exchange he had lead you into the back area, a simple room of racks and stacked cardboard boxes. With it's only window being the stall counter, it actually did feel rather secluded.<br/><br/>
You both knelt down on the floor opposite each other, as Freddie opened a small chest and began placing all kinds of beauty items.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Oh yeah, I've never done this on someone else before, this might actually be fun! Ooh, although I suppose this is meant to be a lesson, huh? Let's start with the basics. Check these out - you know which to use first?"<br/><br/>
He gestured his hand over a selection of the products - all of which thankfully looked genuine.<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Lipstick?"|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 14; $taskMakingLesson1 = 'lipstick']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Blush?"|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 14; $taskMakingLesson1 = 'blush']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Eye shadow?"|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 14; $taskMakingLesson1 = 'eyeShadow']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Mascara?"|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 14; $taskMakingLesson1 = 'mascara']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Foundation?"|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 14; $taskMakingLesson1 = 'foundation'; $charmStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Concealer?"|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 14; $taskMakingLesson1 = 'concealer']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Contour?"|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 14; $taskMakingLesson1 = 'contour'; $idiotStat += 1]]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskMakingUpState is 14>>
<<if $taskMakingLesson1 is 'foundation'>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Exactly! Foundation is pretty much essential for the best looking styles. It sets a nice base tone for your skin, and evens out your complexion from blemishes and stuff."<br/><br/>
He looked rather happy with himself as he explained it, seemingly surprised by his own natural ability as a teacher. He quickly seemed satisfyingly convinced of himself as he went on.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<<if $taskMakingLesson1 is 'lipstick'>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Like, yeah you could do that, but only if you're going for some super minimal kind of look. If you want to look especially good, you start with something else..."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $taskMakingLesson1 is 'blush'>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Mmhm, for a very minimal look, you could do that, but to make blush look especially nice, it's best to start with something else..."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $taskMakingLesson1 is 'eyeShadow'>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Ohh, so eager! That's one of the best parts for sure, but if we want that to look especially nice, we apply something else first..."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $taskMakingLesson1 is 'mascara'>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Like, yeah you could do that, but only if you're going for some super minimal kind of look. If you want to look especially good, you start with something else..."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $taskMakingLesson1 is 'concealer'>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Ooh, that's close. But no, there's one step before that..."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $taskMakingLesson1 is 'contour'>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"What? No, that's not even an item - that's a technique!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
He grabbed a cylindrical bottle up to show you the actual answer.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"This! You gotta start with foundation. For the best looking styles, it's pretty much essential. That sets a nice base tone for your skin, as well as evening out your complexion from blemishes and stuff."<br/><br/>
He looked rather happy with himself as he explained it, seemingly surprised by his own natural ability as a teacher. He quickly seemed satisfyingly convinced of himself as he went on.<br/><br/>
<</if>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"You need to use a color that matches close to your natural skin tone though, otherwise it's sort of useless... and in some cases potentially quite offensive."<br/><br/>
He laid out a number of skin colored tubes in front you before looking agonizingly as he compared them.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Hmm, there's a couple I think might work, but which do you think suits best?"<br/><br/>
<span class="foundationLink">
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch foundationSwatch skinToneSwatchA">
</div>'>>
<<set $playerFoundation to 'toneA'>>
<<set $taskMakingUpState to 15>>
<<goto "taskMakingUp">>
<</link>>
</span>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch foundationSwatch skinToneSwatchB">
</div>'>>
<<set $playerFoundation to 'toneB'>>
<<set $taskMakingUpState to 15>>
<<goto "taskMakingUp">>
<</link>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch foundationSwatch skinToneSwatchC">
</div>'>>
<<set $playerFoundation to 'toneC'>>
<<set $taskMakingUpState to 15>>
<<goto "taskMakingUp">>
<</link>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch foundationSwatch skinToneSwatchD">
</div>'>>
<<set $playerFoundation to 'toneD'>>
<<set $taskMakingUpState to 15>>
<<goto "taskMakingUp">>
<</link>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch foundationSwatch skinToneSwatchE">
</div>'>>
<<set $playerFoundation to 'toneE'>>
<<set $taskMakingUpState to 15>>
<<goto "taskMakingUp">>
<</link>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch foundationSwatch skinToneSwatchF">
</div>'>>
<<set $playerFoundation to 'toneF'>>
<<set $taskMakingUpState to 15>>
<<goto "taskMakingUp">>
<</link>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch foundationSwatch skinToneSwatchG">
</div>'>>
<<set $playerFoundation to 'toneG'>>
<<set $taskMakingUpState to 15>>
<<goto "taskMakingUp">>
<</link>>
<<link '<div class="colourSwatch foundationSwatch skinToneSwatchH">
</div>'>>
<<set $playerFoundation to 'toneH'>>
<<set $taskMakingUpState to 15>>
<<goto "taskMakingUp">>
<</link>>
<<elseif $taskMakingUpState is 15>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Yeah, that looks about right! Now, unlike things like blush and lipstick, you'll only ever stick to that color. Just make it the base step of any routine of yours and you're good! And similar to that, you can add some concealer too..."<br/><br/>
He placed another bottle in your hand, the same shade as your foundation choice.<br/><br/>
<<if $taskMakingLesson1 is 'concealer'>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Concealer is just foundation, but thicker. It's only for particular areas though, like dark spots under the eyes. If you do apply it, it should always be after foundation, otherwise your face will look all smudged and lumpy!"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"That's concealer. It's basically like foundation, but thicker. It's only for particular areas though, like dark spots under the eyes. If you do apply it, it should always be after foundation, otherwise your face will look all smudged and lumpy!"<br/><br/>
<</if>>
It was oddly relieving to hear him so sincerely advise you on avoiding a smudged and lump face, all things considered. As he continued to teach, he dabbed at brushes and sponges, applying makeup to both you and himself.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"From here the order doesn't matter so much, but I prefer to do my eyes first. So - we take a clean brush, and dab on a little eyeshadow onto our eyelids to make a different base. This is where you can get super expressive and artsy. I'm just going with my gut here and pick pink out for you... ok, we dab a litle extra to make it darker in the crease of the eye... mmhm, yeah that's looking nice!"<br/><br/>
He was happily humming to himself as he painted you between his explanations.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Next, we line the eye. There's pens or pencils for this; I typically go for pen. Either way it's one of the harder parts to get used to, but you'll get used to it in time! After this I add a dash of some lighter eyeshadow just to highlight... oh, and pencil can also be used to fill out or shape your brows too, gimme a sec here."<br/><br/>
You had no idea how this was turning out, but the genuine effort Freddie appeared to make left you feeling optimistic.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"One last touch for your eyes - mascara! Whether you do all this or not depends on how far you wanna go, but I love this part - darker and thicker eyelashes <em>really</em> make my eyes pop."<br/><br/>
Your eyelid fluttered nervously as the tip of the mascara came close - how do people do this!? As it stroked through your eyelashes, you could subtly feel they had become fuller.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"We've covered a lot, so all that's left for the fundamentals is lips. If you're using a lip liner - basically another makeup pencil - you can trace around the outer edge of your lips - you can even go a little outside them for a fuller look if you want. We'll just do a bit of lippy today. Pucker up for me?"<br/><br/>
He untwisted the bottom of a bright pink lipstick, then steadied his hand to bring it to your mouth. You felt a little dumb pouting for him like this - it's not like you couldn't do this part yourself - but at this point you resigned to letting Freddie finish his work.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Mmm, damn I'm good! Now if you used a matte color, you could also add lip gloss to add that eye-catching shine, but this shade we're using is bright enough. O-kaaay, that's it. Come take a look."<br/><br/>
Freddie passed you a small hand mirror to glance at yourself. You timidly took the first peek at your reflection, only to adore what you saw staring back!<br/><br/>
Your skin had never looked so perfect, the foundation had made it look so flawless and soft. Your lips were a vibrantly fun and feminine shade of pink, and matched so perfectly with your eyeshadow, which had been blended wonderfully around your eyes.<br/><br/>
Never had your eyes looked so defined; you played with posing them. Letting your eyelids come down only a tiny bit was one of the most impressive - and fun - looks; a sultry expression made even bolder when framed between your now dramatic lashes. To think your face could transform like this... if you weren't staring at it right now, you might not believe it!<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "This is... it's..."<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"It's just a simple look - cutesy and femme, I was going for something between pink orchid and Barbie girl, with a tasteful bit of smokey eye too. Just a nice, fun look. No biggie."<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["No biggie? It's beautiful. I... I've never looked this good!"|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 16; $taskMakingLessonResult = 'iLoveIt']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["I've never looked like this before... it's just strange seeing myself like this. But, it's nice..."|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 16; $taskMakingLessonResult = 'iLikeIt']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Yeah, I guess you're right..."|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 16; $taskMakingLessonResult = 'iMehIt']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskMakingUpState is 16>>
Freddie paid little attention, he was far too busy adding the finishing touches to his own look, one much more spectacular than your own. He had used two shades of lipstick, plum for most of his mouth, but a lighter shade for the pillow of his bottom lip. Somehow it just worked!<br/><br/>
His eyebrows looked completely different to his natural ones, and were dashed with silver glitter. His blush and eyeshadow was much more subtle in color than yours, but it still prominently effected his style - it must of been some kind of 'less is more' effect. It was such a gorgeous look, glamourous yet somehow classic.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"This is soooo much girly than I'd ever do... Lei's going to love it! Come on $name, get my outfit ready! I've delivered my end of the bargain, haven't I?"<br/><br/>
His demands interrupted the pleasant moment of self-admiration you were enjoying, but you supposed it was time to hold up your end. You searched the boxes until you found a decent sized one labelled with the outfit you picked.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Oof, I'm actually getting a little nervous now. Like, I know I'm going to look <em>hawt</em>, but how the hell am I supposed to act? What should I be doing, $name?"<br/><br/>
It was all too clear how truly out of his depth he was in this situation. He looked sincerely to you for advice, seemingly utterly convinced you were some kind of expert at this stuff. You imagined he'd carry out almost any advice you gave him...<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["It's important to sound the part. Put on the highest falsetto voice you can - you're absolute highest pitch!"|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 17; $taskMakingUpAdviceToFreddie1 = 'useFalsetto']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Just be yourself, seriously, what comes natural is usually what's best."|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 17; $taskMakingUpAdviceToFreddie1 = 'beYourself']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Keep your posture in mind. You want to use nice poses, that pretty girls might typically do."|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 17; $taskMakingUpAdviceToFreddie1 = 'posture']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Give him clear signs that you're easy. Flash a little something, or even just outright tell him. Guys love that!"|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 17; $taskMakingUpAdviceToFreddie1 = 'beEasy']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskMakingUpState is 17>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"OK, ok, I'll try that... what about conversation? We could end up chatting a bit, sooo like, how do you think I should respond when like this?"<br/><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Laugh politely at his jokes. Coo after his boasts. Just keep him flattered, basically."|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 18; $taskMakingUpAdviceToFreddie2 = 'flatterHim']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["You're so overthinking this! Just react the way you normally would."|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 18; $taskMakingUpAdviceToFreddie2 = 'dontOverthink']]</div><br/>
<div class="choice">[["Give him some finger guns! It shows you're fun."|taskMakingUp][$taskMakingUpState = 18; $taskMakingUpAdviceToFreddie2 = 'fingerGuns']]</div><br/>
<<elseif $taskMakingUpState is 18>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Right. Shit, my heart is absolutley racing! Lei should be here any minute... you got the clothes?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Yep, here you go."<br/><br/>
<<if $makingUpOutfitChoice is 'armaturaDelBimba'>>
You passed him the big fake boobs and ass. It was no exaggeration to say he was appalled at the sight.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"What the FUCK is <em>this</em>!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "That's your outfit, what's the matter? It's the best choice for this situation..."<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"It's a big fat BUM is what it is... and these boobs!? This is ridiculous! $name, it's not even the same skin tone as me!!!"<br/><br/>
He began clutching at his chest like he was having a panic attack. It took him a good minute to calm down.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"F-fine. Just help me get his on already. Geezus, the things I do for love..."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "You really need my help to put it on?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Well it might seem so simple to you, $name, but I'm not exactly familiar with vagina's - fake or otherwise! Come sort this out for me!"<br/><br/>
You begrudgingly shrugged before lowering yourself before him, opening a gap in the fake ass for him to come through. He demanded you to close your eyes before he undressed entirely, and slipped his legs into the space.<br/><br/>
Totally blind right now, you shuffled the silicon prosthetic up his body. Being far tighter than you expected, it took a lot fo force to lift it up into place. You apparently continued to apply suh forceeven when the ass had reached it's destination.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Ow, ow, ow! $name, stop!!!"<br/><br/>
You opened your eyes and gave a bashful apology, then carried out the much easier task of cladding his chest in the fake boobs. They size of them was truly outrageous. Freddie was obviously uncomfortable, but naïve enough to still believe this could all work out in the end.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Oh God... oh geez... I guess it's not so bad, it's not like he'll be able to see the skin color from under the rest of the outfit."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Uh, what do you mean rest of the outfit?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Like, a dress? Or a skirt and top? Actually, where are they - I don't see them."<br/><br/>
You froze as he looked you dead in the eye. You almost didn't have the nerve to tell him, but it was the only thing that would break the painful silence.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "But... the butt and boobs... that <em>IS</em> the outfit."<br/><br/>
Almost looking like he was beside himself, he flew through a whirlwind of terrible emotions; pretty much the entire range of any distraught feeling a person could experience. He suddenly snapped out of this by the echoing sound of the hall door opening outside.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"No, no, no! He's fucking here already! Argh... ah... t-take off your clothes. Give them to me!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Wh-what? No!"<br/><br/>
He snarled at you with an frightening level of impatience.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"I'm not letting you fuck this all up! Hurry!!!"<br/><br/>
With a commanding intimidation he clicked at you twice. Considering the lengths he was willing to go for Lei, you felt handing over your clothes was pretty much the only guarantee of securing your personal safety right now.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Put them on me! Hurry it up!"<br/><br/>
Panicked, and also feeling rather belittled, you tried your best to squeeze your outfit over his getup. It was worrying to watch as the fabric bulged under the strain of the stupidly proportioned body parts, but luckily they just about held. You stood helplessly in nothing but your underwear before the radically transformed Freddie.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zSissy_MakingUp_dressupFun.jpg" alt="Picture of someone enjoying thrill of dressing" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Ergh, no, this is not what I had in mind at all! Oh fuck... And <em>you</em>! Go hide in that box! So help me, he better not get even a glimpse of you! Go!"<br/><br/>
You weren't exactly comfortable right now either! You ran into the box to hide, where a small peeking hole at top let you see Freddie, desperately trying to collect himself.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $makingUpOutfitChoice is 'blackPetalLingerie'>>
You passed him the delicate, black lingerie.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Hmm, sexy women's underwear? Yeah this looks nice. Alright, help me get this on."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "You need me to put it on?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Well yeah, look at it. I don't know my way around this stuff any more than you do round a makeup brush! I mean, what's with all these straps?"<br/><br/>
Again he was clueless. You guided him through the bra and attached it for him, and followed with the garter belt, but he suddenly got shy when it was time for him to add the panties.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Alright, even I can do this bit. L-look away $name."<br/><br/>
You heard the sound of him shuffling materials around, and then a sudden 'EEP'! Instinctively you looked to him, and in shock he pushed his hands to his groin to cover himself.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"I-it's see-through!!! Literally, you can see <em>everything</em>!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Well, yeah. It's sexy lingerie, what did you expect?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"To make me look like a girl! My entire dingle is on display! This was supposed to make me like a sexy woman!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Take a good look in the mirror. I think you're pulling off sexy well enough!"<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zSissy_MakingUp_dressupFun.jpg" alt="Picture of someone enjoying thrill of dressing" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
Freddie made you turn away again, but you could hear him make admiring little sounds as he checked himself out.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Wow... hmm... I... I actually quite like it. It's strange but the bra kinda shapes my lats nicely, and exposes my hot, little pecs. Kinda makes my dick look... pretty. But if anything all this only highlights more that I'm a man!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "True, maybe it does highlight that, but more importantly it brings out your best you! Isn't that even better than being someone else?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"No! Ergh, yes... I don't know, perhaps! I... I just want to be what Lei wants!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Well, this seems like a fine effort. You really just need to relax."<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Yeah, you're probably right... so, where's the rest of it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Uh, what do you mean the rest of it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Like, a dress? Or a skirt and top?"<br/><br/>
You froze as he looked you dead in the eye. You almost didn't have the nerve to tell him, but it was the only thing that would break the painful silence.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "That... that is the outfit."<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Wh-what!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "The catalogue... there were only three outfits, they were all underwear of some kind. Wait, you didn't see that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"N-no!"<br/><br/>
He looked entirely distraught as he realized this really was all there was, but that soon changed to panic as he heard the the echoing sound of the hall door opening outside.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Oh fuck... that's Lei, what do we now!? I can't go like this, just look at me! These straps are just hanging here, that can't be right!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "They're for attaching stockings."<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Stockings!?"<br/><br/>
Freddie suddenly looked determined. He rushed over to one of the boxes and pulled out an opened pair of thigh highs.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Put these on me, quick!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Seriously?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Sorry if I don't get how to attach these glorified 'big socks', $name, but I just don't, okay?"<br/><br/>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"Hellooooo? Fredz, you there?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Shit! Quick, hurry!"<br/><br/>
You both scrambled to put on and attach them to his garter straps. Despite the rushed job, it looked pretty good to you.<br/><br/>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"Fredz!? That you back there?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"F-fuck, he's coming in here. Quick, give me your clothes, then go hide in that box. There's no time."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "My clothes? What!? N-no!"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Just do it, come on!"<br/><br/>
The storage room door handle began to turn.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Fuck! Fuck it-"<br/><br/>
Freddie grabbed you by the arms and with a surprising level of strength forced you into one of the larger cardboard boxes.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "H-hey!"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Sssh! Not a peep out of you, understand."<br/><br/>
He closed it's lid on you, leaving you with nothing but a tiny peephole.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $makingUpOutfitChoice is 'redCorsetBody'>>
You passed him the lushciously soft red, corset body.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Hmm, oh this feels nice. And it's underwear? Alright, you better help me get this on."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "You actually need me to do it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Well yeah, look at it. I don't know my way around this stuff any more than you do round a makeup brush! I mean, what's with all these straps?"<br/><br/>
Once again he was clueless, he didn't even realize he needed to take his own underwear off to wear it. The mere prospect of it made him go shy.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"I just put my legs through these bits? F-fine, I can do that myself. L-look away, $name."<br/><br/>
He had pulled it up to cover his bottom half, but he called you back to guide his arms through the shoulder straps and attach the corset's clasp.<br/><br/>
<img src="images/scenes/zSissy_MakingUp_dressupFun.jpg" alt="Picture of someone enjoying thrill of dressing" class="storyImage storyImageBigger">
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"I-it's pretty tight around the ol' groin! Down there isn't quite as hidden as I thought!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Well, yeah, it's women's lingerie. What did you expect?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"I... I don't know. But as long as Lei likes how it looks that's good enough for me."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "You don't like it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"I never said that! Although I'm not so keen on, y'know, this part."<br/><br/>
He cupped his hands at the outfit's padded bra.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Like, I kinda like how luxurious it looks, but it's just a little too girly, right?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "I think you're asking the wrong person."<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"I meant for me!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Well, for what you've intended, I think it looks fantastic! Just relax and enjoy it!"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Pfft, I guess I can try. Ok, so where's the rest of the outfit?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Uh, what do you mean rest of it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Like, a dress? Or a skirt and top?"<br/><br/>
You froze as he looked you dead in the eye. You almost didn't have the nerve to tell him, but it was the only thing that would break the painful silence.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "That... that is the outfit."<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Wh-what!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "The catalogue... there were three outfits, they were all underwear of some kind. Wait, you didn't see that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"N-no!"<br/><br/>
He looked entirely distraught as he realized it really was just this, but that soon changed to panic as he heard the the echoing sound of the hall door opening outside.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Oh fuck... that's Lei, what do we now!? I can't go like this, just look at me! These straps are just hanging here, that can't be right!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "They're for attaching stockings."<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Stockings!?"<br/><br/>
Freddie suddenly looked determined. He rushed over to one of the boxes and pulled out an opened pair of thigh highs.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Put these on me, quick!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Seriously?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Sorry if I don't get how to attach these glorified 'big socks', $name, but I just don't, okay?"<br/><br/>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"Hellooooo? Fredz, you there?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Shit! Quick, hurry!"<br/><br/>
You both scrambled to put on and attach them to his garter straps. Despite the rushed job, it looked pretty good to you.<br/><br/>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"Fredz!? That you back there?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"F-fuck, he's coming in here. Quick, give me your clothes, then go hide in that box. There's no time."<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "My clothes? What!? N-no!"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Just do it, come on!"<br/><br/>
The storage room door handle began to turn.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Fuck! Fuck it-"<br/><br/>
Freddie grabbed you by the arms and with a surprising level of strength forced you into one of the larger cardboard boxes.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "H-hey!"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Sssh! Not a peep out of you, understand."<br/><br/>
He closed it's lid on you, leaving you with nothing but a tiny peephole.<br/><br/>
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It looked like Freddie had managed to go unnoticed by Lei! He creeped around the boxes to obscure himself from sight as the delivery was made. You realized Freddie was chickening out; all that effort and yet now he wasn't even going to try!<br/><br/>
<<if $makingUpOutfitChoice is 'armaturaDelBimba'>>
This was pathetic. Freddie might of gotten away with it too, until a lack of precaution caught him out. As he turned a corner sneakily, the cheeks of his massive ass brushed across an entire shelf, pushing everything to a clattering mess on the floor! Jerking round in panic, his boobs did the exact same thing. He was rumbled!<br/><br/>
<<else>>
This was pathetic. All that talk of what he would do to get Lei, but couldn't bring himself to do what really counted. Lei was just about to exit the door, but turned once more, looking with disappointment at the empty room. A gut reaction took over you, and you suddenly gave a sharp hiss through the box.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Hey! Go to him already!"<br/><br/>
The sound caught both of their attentions, startling Freddie so much that he accidentally jumped into Lei's field of vision.<br/><br/>
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<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"What the..."<br/><br/>
A still terrified Freddie tried to shuffle away on his hands and knees, but he wasn't getting away now.<br/><br/>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"Hey, who the hell are you, get up and- Fr-Fredz!? Freddie is that you?"<br/><br/>
Freddie froze entirely in place, and just before Lei could grab him he shot up and turned round to face him, his demeanour all of a sudden entirely confident.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Actually, the name's Frankie! Nice to meet you."<br/><br/>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"Oh... uh, Frankie. Well, it's nice to meet you too."<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"*Psst* No, it's actually me - Freddie! Frankie's just my girl name."<br/><br/>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"R-right..."<br/><br/>
Lei obviously was aware who it was, but was left in a dumbfounded state. Clearly many questions were going through his head right now, yet somehow Freddie interpretted that as him being blown away by his transformation.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Well well, is my new look really so shocking?"<br/><br/>
<<if $taskMakingUpAdviceToFreddie1 is 'useFalsetto'>>
He turned his head to the side in self-satisfaction, as he watched Lei look up and down at his new look. He had taken that falsetto fully advice to heart, but as he questioned Lei more, the cartoonish voice was almost too much to take.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Ugh, you weren't meant to see me like this..."<br/><br/>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"Fre-Frankie... is your voice alright?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Y-yes! Why, is something wrong with it?"<br/><br/>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"N-nothing. It's just... it's a bit forced, y'know? I kinda of like my friend Freddie's vibe more."<br/><br/>
Freddie shot an shot an angry glance over to where you hid.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $taskMakingUpAdviceToFreddie1 is 'beYourself'>>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"I... I never knew you were... that you liked doing this kind of thing..."<br/><br/>
For a moment, you felt Freddie's act came down for a moment.
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Well, I guess... I guess I was just trying something a little different. Something... maybe you liked?"<br/><br/>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"Fre-Frankie..."<br/><br/>
You sensed a little something between them there, though when Freddie glanced you way, the reminder of you seemingly snapped him out of it.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $taskMakingUpAdviceToFreddie1 is 'posture'>>
Freddie grabbed gently at his other arm, and swayed just a little. <<if $makingUpOutfitChoice is 'armaturaDelBimba'>>It would of been a good effort too, except it made his whole body jiggle; bouncing unintentionally hilariously around him.<<else>>This must of been his attempt at a cute pose - and it wasn't a bad effort! Lei seemed to like it.<</if>><br/><br/>
<<if $makingUpOutfitChoice is 'armaturaDelBimba'>>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"Damn, that's one wild getup!"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Ugh!"<br/><br/>
He struggled to try and stop the momentum of his ridiculous tits, and shot an angry glance over to where you hid.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"Fre-Frankie... I'm sorry I haven't been able to hang out as much..."<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Well... I've missed you too."<br/><br/>
Both of them gently smiled. You sensed a little something between them there, though when Freddie glanced you way, the reminder of you seemingly snapped him out of it.<br/><br/>
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<<elseif $taskMakingUpAdviceToFreddie1 is 'beEasy'>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Ugh, actually, this outfit has me really feeling a certain way, if you know what I mean..."<br/><br/>
<<if $makingUpOutfitChoice is 'armaturaDelBimba'>>
He fanned himself before moving to lean back against the wall. Unfortunately his ridiculous body suit acted as a recoil, and he bounced him to the ground where he flounced around unable to stop himself.<br/><br/>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"Fre-Frankie! What's got into you!?"<br/><br/>
Lei acted as a total gentleman, quickly helping Freddie back to his feet. The moment he was stood back up, he immediately shot an angry glance your way.<br/><br/>
<<else>>
He fanned himself before leaning back on the wall, then parted his legs in a way he apparently imagined was seductive. Lei wasn't feeling it at all.<br/><br/>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"Uh, what's got into you Fre-Frankie!?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"N-nothing!"<br/><br/>
Realizing he was over stepping a boundary, he quickly returned to a normal pose, then shot an annoyed glance your way.<br/><br/>
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<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"So, uh, yeah, I stopped by to drop off a new delivery. Should be all good..."<br/><br/>
He motioned to a sturdy crate nearby. How he alone managed to lug that here was beyond you!<br/><br/>
<<if $taskMakingUpAdviceToFreddie2 is 'flatterHim'>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"You brought that all by yourself? You're so strong!"<br/><br/>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"Ha, it's no biggie, really."<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"And modest too. Quite a man, aren't you?"<br/><br/>
The compliments were being laid on thick, just as you suggested. As obvious as they were, they had Lei blushing.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $taskMakingUpAdviceToFreddie2 is 'dontOverthink'>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"You work way too hard! I still don't get why you had to join Keaton's thing! Don't you think Grenton was more fun before?"<br/><br/>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"Heh... I dunno. Maybe..."<br/><br/>
<<elseif $taskMakingUpAdviceToFreddie2 is 'fingerGuns'>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Wow, great job!"<br/><br/>
He made his hands into guns and pointed them Lei's way, even adding in a cheesy wink too.<br/><br/>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"Erm... OK..."<br/><br/>
The cold response had Freddie realizing he must of looked like a total moron.<br/><br/>
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<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"Yo, be real with me for a second. Just what's going on here?"<br/><br/>
<<if $makingUpOutfitChoice is 'armaturaDelBimba'>>
Freddie was about to protest innocence, but probably realized it was useless in this giant, wobbling suit.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $makingUpOutfitChoice is 'blackPetalLingerie'>>
Freddie was about to protest innocence, but noticed Lei couldn't help but let an eye wander down to his sheer panties.<br/><br/>
<<elseif $makingUpOutfitChoice is 'redCorsetBody'>>
Freddie was about to protest innocence, but noticed Lei couldn't help but let an eye wander down to protruding fabric at his crotch.<br/><br/>
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<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"*Sigh* I guess... Well... It's just..."<br/><br/>
Every pause in his words felt like it hung on the air for forever. It seemed like he was right on the cusp of admitting everything to Lei! You pressed even closer against the peephole, the anticipation becoming almost too much...<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"...I guess I'm thinking of joining the crew too!"<br/><br/>
The response seemed to come as a surprise to everyone; even Freddie himself.<br/><br/>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"What! Nah Fredz, seriously don't..."<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Why not!? And don't forget, I'm Frankie, remember?"<br/><br/>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"Because it's just... it's like...look, it's not the kind of thing for someone like you, alright?"<br/><br/>
They both went quiet. Freddie looked crest-fallen, a sight which seemingly pained Lei to see.<br/><br/>
<span class="lei">Lei: </span>"I... I gotta go. Let's talk about that stuff some other time. Hey, I know we don't get to hang much these days, but... next time I'm here, I'll try and stick around a bit longer, OK?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Yeah... yeah, that's cool."<br/><br/>
With that, Lei nodded and left. Freddie just stood there sadly; it felt like he had forgotten you, which left you to awkwardly emerge from the box.<br/><br/>
<<if $makingUpOutfitChoice is 'armaturaDelBimba'>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "So, that's that then? Uh, can I get my clothes back now, please?"<br/><br/>
Wordlessly he took them off, throwing them carelessly back to you.<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Um, you good?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Are you kidding? That... went... incredibly! Though it was no thanks to you!"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "So, that's that then? Um, you good?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Are you kidding? That... went... incredibly! We're so back!"<br/><br/>
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<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "What?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Oh, he wants me, I can just tell! He wants me <em>so</em> bad!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "A-are you sure about that?"<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Oh $name, you just wouldn't get it! But the way he looked at me - and the way he's looking out for me - he wants me, and I want him. This is perfect!"<br/><br/>
<span class="p1 p2">You:</span> "Well... uh, alright."<br/><br/>
<<if $makingUpOutfitChoice is 'armaturaDelBimba'>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"&Hmpf* You can try everything you want to break us up $name, but it won't work! I can see through all your stinky, little tricks now!"<br/><br/>
He turned his nose up at you and walked away.<br/><br/>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"Now take your makeup and go. I realize now, even with that, you'll never be able to get your hands on my Lei! So long now, ta ta, good-fucking-bye!"<br/><br/>
<<else>>
<span class="freddie">Freddie: </span>"There's so much to do! Well $name, you've been helpful enough, but now I'll have to ask you to leave. I've got to get on with things. Oh, and here, don't forget your makeup, too!"<br/><br/>
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<<if $playerLipsticks.has('Hot Pink')>>
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<<if $playerBlushes.has('Hot Pink')>>
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<div class="taskBox">
<span class="newSideTaskTag">Complete!</span>
<div class="taskBoxHeader">Making Up!</div>
<div class="taskBoxDesc">
<div class="taskBoxRewardText">Well, it seems you and Freddie have moved beyond your rocky start.</div>
<div class="taskBoxRewardStat grentonReputationIncrease">Grenton Reputation +50</div><<set $grentonReputationGeneral += 50>><<set $crewCred += $maidToOrderReputationBoost>>
<div class="taskBoxRewardStat moneyReward">Hot Pink Lipstick and Blush!</div>
</div>
</div>
<<set $taskMakingUpState to 999>>
<<if $makingUpOutfitChoice is 'armaturaDelBimba'>>
<<set $playerExtUrges += 1>>
<<showShameUrgeBox>>
<<else>>
<<set $playerPrideUrges += 1>>
<<showPrideUrgeBox>>
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