Stoke Fields

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[img[images/sunrise.jpg]] With the shrill beeping of the alarm ringing in your ears, you get out of bed. After a long weekend of video games and binging TV shows it was time for another day at Stoke Fields high. You jump with joy at the prospect. Just kidding! Cliché moments like these only apply to popular people, and you are far from popular. In fact, you're a run of the mill loser - a virgin, skinny, short, socially anxious, the whole package. To someone like you, high school is hell, and today holds no promise of improvement. You hear your mom yelling from the kitchen, so you finally get out of bed and get ready. After putting your clothes on, a baggy grey hoodie and faded jeans, you move towards the mirror. You are still a bit groggy and your memory seems hazy. Your name is... <<textbox "$name" "Sissy">><<textbox "$lname" "Girl">> [[You take a quick look at yourself in the mirror. |mirror]]

You are $name $lname, 18 years old, and you attend Stoke Fields High. Your frame is downright pathetic - at a push, you are 5'5" and 130lbs, with virtually no muscle on you. You have porcelain white skin from spending all your free time indoors, and shoulder length brown hair, due to a fear of going to the barbers alone. Because of these traits combined with your androgynous face, you are often mistaken for a girl. Sometimes, guys will get lost in your bright blue eyes and attempt to flirt with you before they realise you are infact a boy. They usually react badly. You've taken more than one beating for looking like a "faggot", as they so eloquently put it. You curse your own appearance, questioning why you had to look like this. [[You hear your mom yelling from the kitchen - you're going to be late! |stairs]]

You grab your bag and head out of your room, but as you walk towards the stairs, you are suddenly shoved into the wall, hitting your shoulder with a //thump//. [img[images/sister.jpg]] "Move cunt." Wavy brown hair flows past you as your sister, <<textbox "$sister" "Jessica">>, confidently strides past you. //Bitch.// Your sister was bitch, and that was the nicest way you could put it. It was as if she had made it her mission to make your life hell at home and school - calling you names and getting the jocks to pick on you for her amusement. You don't know why she treats you like this. She was beautiful, popular and confidant. Everything that you were not. [[Its far too early for your day to be ruined, so you try and brush it off and head forth to the kitchen.|kitchen]]

You walk into the kitchen, and see your mother and sister sitting around the table, quietly eating their breakfasts. "Morning $name" your mom calls out, looking up and giving you a smile. "Morning mom" you reply, walking over to the table to pour a bowl of cereal. [img[images/cereal.jpg]] Your sister scoffs and leave the table as you sit down to eat. Your mom frowns, as $sister leaves the house without a word. You and your mom make idle chatter about work and school before you grab your bag. [[You get up and head off to school yourself, saying bye to your mom on the way out.|walk]]

You walk down the familiar route to school, each suburban street looking indistinguishable from the rest. You see kids walking with their friends towards the school, but you're walking alone, as per usual. You turn a corner and see a group of boys standing in your way. //Oh shit.// [img[images/brett.jpg]] It's the captain of the football team, <<textbox "$bully" "Brett">>, and his friends. They're standing about while waiting for something, while talking about last night's game. If they notice you, they'll pick on you. [[Put up your hood and cross the street.|cross]] [[Try and slip past them|slip]]

Stealthily, you throw your hood up and wait for the boys to look away. You spot the opportune moment, and quickly scurry across the street and proceed. [[Looks like they didn't notice you!|schoolearly]]

You try and slip besides the group, hoping they would be too absorbed into their conversations to notice you. As you walk past them, you feel a heavy hand fall on your shoulder. "Who do we have here boys? It's $name,here for his first beating of the year!" $bully, grabs your shoulder and gives you a swift uppercut to the stomach, making you double over and try to not throw up your breakfast. The boys laugh and push you about a bit, before realising that they would be late to class and run off. It takes you a few minutes to recover and start walking again. [[You're definitely going to be late now.|schoollate]]

[img[images/late.jpg]] The halls are all empty by the time you get there, and classes have already begun. You run through the hallways and up the stairs, making it to your classroom. The thought of being put on the spot infront of everyone terrifies you, so you take a few deep breaths before walking into the classroom. "So, $lname, mind telling the class what held you up this morning?" It was Mrs Robinson, and she was not happy. You survey the class, and see one of the boys from earlier, smiling at you. You already knew the drill. "I-I fell" Mrs Robinsons frown, realising what you meant by "fell". "Okay $name, take your seat" You quietly walk over to your desk, careful not to make eye contact with anyone, and take your seat. [[Lesson time...|lunch]] <<set $beat to 1>>

[img[images/school.jpg]] You arrive at Stoke Fields, and see groups of teens all heading in, laughing and chatting as they make their way to class. Trying to keep your presence to a minimum, you walk past the picturesque high school scenes and go to your first class of the day. The first class is English with Mrs Robinson, and you enter the classroom and take your seat. As you start to get your stuff out you feel someone poke your back. "Where were you this morning pussy?" It's one of the boys you avoided this morning. You fumble your words and give him a vague excuse. He seems to be satisfied with it and goes back to carving graffiti into his desk. [[Lesson time!|lunch]]

[img[images/lunch.jpg]] After a few hours of classes, the bell sounds, signifying lunchtime. You feel pretty hungry after focusing for so long, so you head to the lunch hall. By the time you get there, most cliques have already assembled, each on their respective tables. You look over to the far corner and see the "popular" group, composed of the $bully, his friends and your sister's group. They seem to be laughing about something, but you don't want to look too long as they might notice you. <<if $beat eq 1>>"Hey <<print $name>>!" The shout came from the corner of the room. You turn and look, hoping they won't pick on you, and see the boys mimicking you almost throwing up when $bully hit you this morning. Your sister is almost crying with laughter.<<endif>> [[Get lunch|pe]]

After spending yet another lunch eating alone, it was time for the worst part of the week. PE. It was essentially a two hour $name bullying session. But today you had an ace in your boot. With this, the foul beast known as PE would be slain. The fake sick note. You look at your handiwork proudly, how meticiously you had copied your mother's signature. Now it was time to put it into test. You had gone to the locker room early and handed the note to your coach. You wait anxiously as he takes it. He reads it briefly, and hands it back to you. "Sorry kid, gotta have your parents call in now. New policy" These words crushed any spark of hope you had today. There was no escape from them. You felt cornered, and anger started to build in you. //No more!// [[Rise up!|locker]]

$bully's group must have been waiting for you, as you immediately found $bully in your face as you entered the locker room. <<if $beat eq 1>>"Here for beating number two?"<<endif>> He steps towards you and shoves you against a wall. His gang of hooligans behind him start laughing, some of them pulling out their phones to record what was about to happen. $bully stands in front of you, ready to rough you up. But you have had quite enough of his shit. [[Hit him first!|fight]]

When you were younger, $bully was your best friend. The two of you were near inseparable, always running around together during recess. But as the two of you got older, $bully grew more and more athletic, while you played video games and studied all day. After a while he started ignoring you, and after that he started bullying you. Ever since then you had taken his shit on a daily basis, always being used by him to joke with his friends. But no more. It was time to rise up against you oppressor! You throw a quick punch before he could react, and it connects cleanly with his nose, with an audible //crack//. $bully staggers backwards, clutching his nose. You see a red liquid drip down his face into his hands. //Oh shit.// Your brief sense of courage was now all but gone, as $bully took his hands away from his face and looked at you with rage in his eyes. "Now. Now you're gonna get it" He lunged forward and threw a wild haymaker. You try and block but are far too slow. You see a flash of light, then nothing... [[Wake up|knockedout]]

When you came to, you were in the nurse's office, with a throbbing headache. They gave you an aspirin and an icepack, but they didn't help much. After you were grounded enough to stand up, you were escorted to the principals office. Due to the genius no-tolerance policy, both you and $bully were suspended from school for two days. But for you, this was a blessing. Three days without $bully. You had a big, grey bruise on your cheek, but it was a small price to pay for three glorious days alone. You walk home, with a spring in your step, still in disbelief that //you// broke $bully's nose. He wouldn't let this go, but right now - you couldn't care less. You spend the rest of the day playing your favourite video game, First Fable 7, changing your ice pack now and then, before nodding off to sleep. [[Next Day|nextday]]

[img[images/sunrise.jpg]] After a long, restful sleep, you wake up with a smile. Day 1 of no school. $sister had already left for school, and mom had already gone to work, so you were alone in the house. You considered the best way to spend this time. Video games, TV shows, movies, reading - all of these options sounded appealing, but it wasn't every day you had the house to yourself. Suddenly, a devilish idea popped into your head. //$sister's room.// You concocted a plan to find her diary, if she had one, and use it to blackmail her. You could finally get her to leave you alone! You slink out of your room and walk towards her bedroom door. With a deep breath, you grab the handle and [[Enter the beast's lair|jroom0]]

[img[images/sroom.jpg]] You quietly enter her room, closing the door behind you. You carefully consider what you should do in this situation - getting caught would spell doom for you. A feeling of envy mixed with anger towards your $sister overcomes you, and the idea of blackmail gains a newfound appeal. She must be responsible for the strange thoughts you've been having - another horrible prank, trying to brainwash you or something. //That's crazy. She's not smart enough to pull off something like that.// These conflicting ideas clash in your head as you contemplate your next move. //I mean, I could just take a closer look at her wardrobe...// Could it be you actually want to be like her? Or do you want to take her down a notch or two? [[Time for revenge!|blackmail]] [[Have a quick look in her wardrobe...|war]]

You open her dresser drawer and have a look at the contents. There's a bunch of makeup in it, a few brushes and bingo! A diary! You excitedly open the small book and start reading its contents. You find out she has a crush on Zack, the football teams wide receiver. You also find out that she hates you enough to write about exactly how much she hates you in her dairy. You start wondering how you would use this to blackmail her. You could send her a creepy letter, or just say it straight to her face. These ideas of revenge excite you, but you aren't sure if now would be the right time. //Oh well. I wonder what else I can find.// [[Keep snooping|jroom0]] <<set $draw to 1>>

[img[images/wardrobe.jpg]] You open the wardrobe, and look at all the pretty outfits spread out infront of you. Looking closely, you imagine how each one would look on you, and which one you would like to wear. //No one would know. It couldn't hurt right? One dress. That's all I'll do.// There are a few dresses in the wardrobe, but two stick out to you. [img[images/blackdress.jpg][black]] [img[images/pinkdress.jpg][pink]]

You take her closer look at her bed. There are quite a few plushies, a mouse, a cat, a few dokemon characters - you used to play that game a lot together when you were younger. Unlike with $bully, you can't really seem to think of a reason she started to hate you. Maybe it was because she didn't want a nerd brother. Whatever. <<set $bed to 1>> [[Keep Snooping|jroom0]]

You take the flowery, lacy pink dress. You aren't sure how to go about putting it on, but you spot a zipper on the back. You undo the zipper, pick the dress up and slide it down over you. The dress hugs your body, highlighting how slender your body is. You reach behind your back and pull the zipper up. The dress feels light and soft against your body. //I look stupid.// You realise what you are doing and stop. There's no way this looks good. You walk over to the mirror, expecting to see a total freak show. Instead, you see a cute girl wearing a cute dress looking back at you. //W-What? That can't be me// You stand in awe at your own reflection. You look like a girl you would have a hopeless crush on. Your soft, brown shoulder length hair adds to this impression, and although there is a lot that can be improved on, it would be very hard to recognise you as a boy dressed like this. You do the twirl you wanted to do, and all of a sudden you feel pretty and warm. [img[images/pinkdress.gif]] You can't believe how nice this feels, so you go back to the wardrobe to see what else is in store. [[Back to the wardrobe!|round2]]

You take the tight, lacy black dress out of the wardrobe. After looking at it reluctantly for a few minutes, you put it over your head and slide it on. The soft material stretches to your body, gently hugging your slender shape. Once you have the dress on, you strut around the room a bit, imagining what it would be like to be Jessica. You stop for a moment. //I bet I look horrendous.// Chuckling to yourself about how stupid this idea was, you walk over to the mirror. Instead of the total train-wreck you were expecting to see, you instead see a kinda hot girl staring back at you. You stand speechless at your own reflection. //That's me?// You look like a girl that wouldn't give you the time of day. Although there was a lot to be improved on, you were already far out of your own league. For some reason, you feel confident in this fact. You strike a few poses in front of the mirror, feeling attractive. [img[images/blackdress.gif]] You can't believe how fun this is, and head back to the wardrobe to see what else is in store! [[Woo!|round2]]

You open the wardrobe with glee, and look for another outfit to try on. Searching the shelves, you find some fishnets and a black skirt, which you could use to make a goth look. You also find a pair of thigh highs, which would call for a pastel outfit. [img[images/fishnets.jpg]] [[My soul is filled with darkness|goth]] [img[images/thighhighs.png]] [[CUTE!|cute]]

You slip the fishnets onto your legs, feeling each string push rest on your thighs. You put on the skirt and a black t-shirt, and look in the mirror [img[images/goth.jpg]] Again, you seem to pass without any problem. You look like a genuine goth girl that might be capable of witchcraft. You spend a few minutes looking at yourself, posing and admiring yourself, before taking it off and putting it back in the wardrobe. [[Open the wardrobe|red]]

You slide the thigh highs, feeling the soft cotton glide against your skin. //I wonder how it would if I didn't have leg hair.// You put on a pink skirt and a white shirt to match, and look at yourself in the mirror. [img[images/cute.jpg]] You look like you belong in an anime, and not a fighting one at that - you look like a schoolgirl! You spin around in the skirt a bit, watching it bob up and down. You feel a sudden urge to hug the plushies. After having some fun in the outfit, you take it off and go to put it back in the wardrobe. [[Open the wardrobe|red]]

You open the wardrobe, and place the outfit back inside, careful to not leave anything out of place. It was nearly 3pm, so Jessica would be home in around 20 minutes. You dread to think what she would do if she found out about this. As you close the wardrobe, something catches your eye. A pair of glossy red heels sat at the bottom of her wardrobe, neatly lined up. [img[images/redheels.jpg]] //It's too risky.// Your brain protests, but your body opens the wardrobe and picks them up. //There's no way these will fit me anyway.// The dresses were stretchy, but shoes are solid. And your feet must be bigger. Right? Nevertheless, you pick up one of the red heels, and move it towards your foot. To your horror, the shoe fits perfectly, like Cinderella and the glass slipper. You put the other one on, and stand up. You stumble at first, but after a few attempts you stand up and walk a few steps. //This is kinda fun!// You walk about the room a bit more, trying to make your strut perfect. //Okay now, funs over.// You head back over to the wardobe, where you see a lovely red dress hanging on the far right side. //This would go perfect with these heels!// You can't stop yourself, and you grab the dress, and [[Slip it on|red1]]

You strut over to the mirrors in your sexy red ensemble. [img[images/reddress.gif]] This have to be the best one yet. Or maybe that's just the heels talking. This time, you really can't believe your eyes. Your entire life you were considered ugly, and deemed unworthy of love, but here you were, more attractive than the average girl. Sure it wasn't the gender you expected, but it's worth something right? You spin around, and admire yourself from every angle. You even do a few boudoir poses on the bed, lounging about like a model. //Thump. Thump. Thump// Your heart froze. Jessica had come home, and you were too absorbed in your own looks to notice. The last //thump// signified the finish of her climbing the stairs. There wasn't enough time to get changed, and not enough time to hide. //Click.// You hear the door latch turn, and the door swings open. [[Face your sister|next]]

[img[images/sroom.jpg]] You enter her room, and are taken aback by how girly it is. There are pink pillows scattered around her room, and posters of rockstars on her walls. On her bed lies a fluffy white blanket on her bed on which a few plushies sit upon. //Her personality is the opposite of this...// You scan the room, wondering where a teenage girl would hide her diary. [[Look in her drawer|drawer]] [[Look on her bed|jbed]] <<if $draw eq 1 and $bed eq 1>>[[Look in her wardrobe|wardrobe0]]<<endif>>

[img[images/wardrobe.jpg]] You open her tall, wide, white wardrobe and see a wide selection of dresses and tops, with a collection of shoes at the bottom. There were countless styles and colours, and they all looked very pretty. You and $sister were the same height, and you were as skinny, if not more than a regular girl... //I wonder what I would look like in them.// You pause. //What am I thinking?// You stop your wandering mind in its tracks and close the wardrobe. You turn to leave the room. [[Go back to your room|room2]]

You head back to your room, confused about the thoughts that had just passed through your mind as you opened $sister's wardrobe. You turn on your TV and jump onto your bed, determined to forget all about what had just happened. It gets late pretty fast, and eventually you drift off, with the TV still on in the background... [[Sleeeeeep|dream1]]

[img[images/wardrobe.jpg]] You're standing in front of the white wardrobe in your sisters room again, and reach to open it. You run your hands through the dresses and tops, stopping at a flowery little dress with a white and black skirt. You take it out of the wardrobe, and undress. Picking up the dress gently, you slip it over your head, and pull it down your body. [img[images/dream1.gif]] You twirl, letting the skirt pick up and bounce. A feeling of warmth washes over you as you giggle at how cute you are. //Click.// The door opens, and $sister walks in. You freeze in fear. [[She looks at you.|dream2]]

"Hey sis!" $sister skips over to you and hugs you from behind. "Hi!" Your reply comes out in a high, melodic tone. Your sister playfully strokes your hair as you keep looking at yourself in the mirror. She hugs the back of your neck, and spin around and hug her back. [img[images/dream2.gif]] "I'm so glad I have a sister as cute as you..." Her voice fades away. [[Wake up.|wake]]

//What the fuck.// You just had a dream that you were a girl and you hugged $sister. //I must be going crazy.// You get up, feeling a strange melancholy, and get changed. You had to be focused today, as it was an important day. It was the release day of the final book in your favourite series: Barry Jotter and the Deathly Shallows. You had read this series since you were a kid, when $bully used to read them with you. It had been over 10 years coming, but you finally get to find out how Barry will beat Balderwart. Sales start at midday, so you had an hour to get to the bookshop. You leave the house and hop on the bus, headed for the mall. [[You exit the bus, thanking the driver|centre]]

You arrive at the mall, and look around. The mall was typical, tile floors, escalators, the same set of stores - it'd be impossible to guess what part of the country you were in. The bookshop was on the second floor towards the back, so you start walking towards it. [img[images/mall.jpg]] As you go up the escalator, you notice a window display on the second floor. //That top is really cute!// You take a moment to reconsider what you just thought. //I really must be going crazy.// Distraction couldn't be afforded right now, so you focused your mind on one thing and one thing only. Barry Jotter. You head over to the bookshop, where a small crowd has already formed. Trying to not get demolished by the hyper kids, you get in line to buy the book. It's hard to see how longs left in the queue, so you get on your tiptoes to try and get a better view, when suddenly something bumps into you and knocks you over! [[See who it was|brett]]

You land on your back, and a dull pain resounded through your legs. You look up to see who the perpetrator was, and can hardly believe your eyes at what you see. "$bully?" He looks down at you, and quickly reaches down and pulls you up. "Shut the fuck up." His voice is quiet, and he keeps looking at the ground. "Why are you here?" "Why do you think?" "I didn't think you'd still like books." "Well I do. Tell anyone and I'll fuck you up." His threat would be more terrifying if he didn't have splint cast over his broken nose. It was still plenty terrifying however. You look at the ground, unsure of what to say. "I'm sorry." You look him, confused. "For what?" "For knocking you out." "Oh." He looks at you, confused. "What?" "I don't think you've ever apologised to me." He looks at you for a moment, then back at the floor. By the time your strange, awkward conversation was over, it was your turn to buy the book. You grab your copy, and head out of the store. Brett had already disappeared. //Weird.// There wasn't much else to do in the mall, so you [[head home|room3]]

With the strange conversation and cute dresses bouncing about your mind, you crash onto your bed. The past two days had been very strange, and you didn't really know how to process it all. Maybe you just liked girls in cute clothes? You must be pretty manly if you could break $bully's nose. //That must be it.// [img[images/book.jpg]] You consider the matter resolved, and open the book you had just purchased. You somehow make it the last chapter in one night, where the final battle between Barry and Balderwart is about to take place. The last chapter beckons you to read it, but you are far too tired to continue. You set the book down and go to bed. [[A wizard?|dream3]]

You find yourself in another strange dream, but this time you are a wizard, fleeing from Balderwarts evil army! You fight off some dark wizards and run with your friends to safety. As you run you notice long, brown hair bobbing next to your head. //Hang on.// [img[images/wizard.gif]] [[Why am I the girl?|room4]]

//This is getting silly now.// You wake up from another dream plagued with femininity, and think. Why was this happening to you? You kept thinking about $sister's wardrobe, and when you imagined being a girl and wearing the dresses, you felt a sense of content. You got out of bed and took a shower. It was your last day alone, so it was your last chance to make a move. //Barry Jotter can wait.// After getting out of the shower, and checking nobody was home, you headed to $sister's room. [[Open the door|jroom]]

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You open her drawer and take her diary. Holding the small white book in your hand, you flick through the pages. //Some of this stuff is really embarrassing. Perfect!// She'll notice pretty quickly that you have taken the diary, so you prepare yourself mentally for the coming conflict by simulating arguments in your head. You plan to hide the diary, so she can't take it from you by force. //Time to wait.// You return to your room and wait for your sister to come home. After a few hours, you hear her open the front door and come up the stairs. //Click.// She enters her room, and an impending sense of doom comes over you. //This was a terrible idea.// You don't even get a minute to summon some courage as you hear her search her drawer and walk over to your room. She knocks on your door and walks in before you have a chance to answer. [[Confront her|reee]]

[img[images/wardrobe.jpg]] You open her wardrobe and take another look inside. Unsure of what you're doing, you survey the neat collection of dresses and tops in the hanger rack. Several dresses look incredible to you, and you reach out and take a soft, lacy pink one. You hold it in your hands, feeling the gentle and soft fabric on your fingers. //This might be a bit much...// Hesitating, you carefully put the dress back on the rack. //I should start smaller.// You search the wardrobe again, looking for something that wouldn't be too crazy to try on. A small drawer in the middle of the wardrobe attracts you attention, and you slide it open. Inside the drawer lies a pair of black fishnet stockings, and a pair of cute pink cotton thigh highs. [[Put on the fishnets|fishnets]] [[Put on the thigh highs|thighhighs]]

You take the stockings from the drawer, taking care not to move anything else. The stockings feel light in your hands, and you fumble them around for a bit until you find the hole where your legs go in. You sit down on $sister's bed and start to put them on. Your toes get caught in the holes numerous times, but slowly you keep pulling the stocking up until they are around your waist. You stand up and give them a last pull to straighten them out. The strings press gently into your thighs, making you aware of every diamond shape on them. You walk over to the mirror, ready to see how bad you look. [img[images/fishnets.gif]] //Oh.// The pale, smooth skin of your thighs contrast with the black fishnets, making them pop. The outline of the stockings make your already wide hips look even wider. From the waist down you look like an unbelievably sexy girl. //It's just my legs. Anyone's legs would look good in these. Right?// You quickly take them off and put them back where you found them. The feelings you were having were making you question yourself, and if those feelings were true, you'd rather not face them. //I gotta get out of here.// <<set $sexy to 1>> [[Go back to your room|room5]]

You take the cute pair of socks out of the drawer, taking care not to move anything else. The socks feel soft and delicate in your hands, and you are astonished by how adorable they are. You carefully carry them to $sister's bed and sit down. //Here goes nothing.// You take the first sock and slide it over your foot. The cosiness of the socks had already started to affect you as you pull the socks up your legs. After the first sock reaches your thighs, you put on the second. Small laces run around the top of the socks, and you tie a small bow in each of them to secure them around your thighs. [img[images/thighhighs.gif]] The soft cotton caresses your delicate skin, filling your entire body with a sense of warmth. You fight the urge to nap in them and go over to the mirror and have a look at yourself. The pale white of your skin fits perfectly with the pastel pink, making you look like some sort of anime character. //Legs aren't that hard to make look good.// You try and dismiss how perfect your legs look and them, and take them off. You put them back in the drawer, and close the wardrobe. A strange combination of guilt and joy fill you, and you put your jeans back on. //I should go.// [[Go back to your room|room5]] <<set $cute to 1>>

As soon as you get into the room you turn your TV on in a futile attempt to drown out the thoughts you were having. You had just wanted to show yourself how stupid it all was, but by putting those things on your legs all you did was accelerate the crazy feelings. //This fucking sucks.// You were used to doubting yourself, but this was on another level. Trying to take your mind away from the images of femininity, you turn the TV up and watch shows until you fall asleep... <<if $sexy eq 1>>[[Dream|sexydream]]<<endif>> <<if $cute eq 1>>[[Dream|cutedream]]<<endif>>

After a long show at the cabaret club, you retire to your dressing room. A large stack of fan letters sit on your dresser. Scoffing, you toss them into the trash without a thought. You sit on your leather boudoir sofa, crossing your legs in an elegant fashion. You turn your head and see that someone is in the room with you. Feeling like being a tease, you pull up your long, sexy cocktail dress and snap your garter belt. [img[images/sexy.gif]] //Hold on.// //I'm dreaming.// //And this time I'm a sexy cabaret club hostess?// You sigh. //Of course.// The dimensions of the dream collapse as you start to wake up... [[Wake up|day3]]

Tomorow's the day of the wedding between you and the prince of the Lothrian kingdom. You imagine him riding on a white steed, sweeping you away to live happily ever after. Filled with these thoughts of bliss, you dance around in your dress during your final fitting session. [img[images/pinkdress3.gif]] //Stop. Hold on.// You stop dancing and look around. //Last time I checked, I didn't live in a castle.// It was another dream, and this time you were a beautiful fairy-tale princess. //Maybe I should start expecting these dreams.// Your fancy pink dress fades as you start to wake up... [[Wake up|day3]]

She leads to you room, and closes the door once you enter. You stand there, unsure of her intentions as she looks you up and down. She walks over to her wardrobe and opens it. Looking though a few drawers, she eventually picks something up and takes it to you. "Put these on." She hands you a black, lacy lingerie set. "What?" "Put. Them. On" "But-" "Shut the fuck up and put them on, or everyone in town will know what a creep you are!" Anger flashes on her face, and you don't know what else to do but comply. "Can you, uh, turn around?" She laughs at you, already calmed down. "You'll get used to dressing up together, don't you worry" //Get used to? That doesn't sound good...// You slowly remove your clothes and turn away to remove your underwear. You can feel her eyes burning a hole in the back of your head. There were three pieces in the set - panties, a bra and an elastic garter belt with suspenders. You slip the panties on first, in a rush to cover up your exposed "manhood". They fit comfortably, and your bulge is barely noticeable in them. You aren't exactly well endowed. You take the bra and put it over your shoulders and fumble with it, trying to close the clasp. "Let me do that for you." $sister stands behind you and hooks the bra. "Thanks" you mutter. Finally, you slide the stockings over your feet and pull them up slowly, placing the belt around your waist. You tug at the panties a bit, flattening them out. [img[images/lingerie.gif]] Warmth washes over your body, and you start to feel hot. //Why is this turning me on?// You turn around and look at your sister. "Wow." she says, in awe. "I always thought you'd look good in something hot, but I didn't think you'd look //this// good!" She walks around you, inspecting every angle like a hawk. Stopping behind you, she gives your ass a firm spank. "Ow!" you squeal. "Couldn't help it with such a hot piece in front of me" she says, still keeping her eyes glued on you. //She's joking right? This is just some twisted way to humiliate me.// "Can I go now? Please" She grabs both of your hands with hers. "Okay, but we will be doing this a lot more! And if you don't, you know what happens." She says, with a wide, seemingly genuine smile on her face. //What the hell is wrong with her?// With shame rising in your cheeks, you take off the lingerie as fast as you can and scurry out of her room. [[Back to your room|room6]]

As soon as you get back into your room, you sit down on your floor in shock. //What have I got myself into?// You were now at the mercy of your sister, bending to her every whim, and she seemed to want to dress you up like a doll. To make matters worse, you would be lying if you said you weren't enjoying yourself, at least a tiny bit. There was too much to think about, and your spirit was exhausted. You tuck yourself into bed and do the best you can to forget about everything, for a little while. [[Dream...|forceddream]]

You're already a little tipsy, and can still hear the pre-drinks ongoing downstairs. You and $sister are in her room getting ready for the nightclub however - some guy sold you both fake ID's, and you were so excited to use them. "Help me with this?" Your sister is putting on a tight, blue dress, and seems to need a hand. You go over to her and pull down the dress, making sure not to snag it on anything. $sister brushes down her outfit with her hands, and spins to look at you. "This is going to be a fun night!" she says as she lunges at you. [img[images/kiss.gif]] She pulls you in for a deep, playful kiss. You can taste a combination of lipstick and vodka as she pushes her body against you. After she's had her fill, she pulls away. "Let's go have some fun!" //BEEP BEEP BEEP// [[Wake up|day3]]

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"Do you have it." Her voice is quiet and clear, but you can practically touch the rage hiding under it. "I-I'll tell e-everyone what's inside it." You tried to take control of the situation by speaking in a confident, dominant voice but all that came out was pathetic mumbles. She strides over to you and grabs you by the collar, bringing her face close to yours. "I don't give a shit if you tell anyone. Did you really think I would?" She tightens her grip, constricting your neck. "And even if I did, there's nothing stopping me beating your bitch ass until you hand it over." Loosening her grip, she backs away. "But now I know that you were snooping in my room. Do you think everyone at school would like to know too? How much of a pervert you are, that is." A hollow smile appears on her face. "I wonder what mom would think." "P-please don't tell anyone. I'm really sorry." She walks back over to you, putting her finger on your chin and pushing your head upwards. Her long, manicured nails poke into your skin painfully. "Then you'll do what I want, okay?" She lets your head go and waits for your answer. //I don't have a choice...// All you can muster is a meek, submissive nod. Her smile brightens, and her tone shoots up. "Great! Now follow me." //Well, what's the worst she can make me do?// [[Follow her|jroom3]]