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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 26, 2010 10:06:54 GMT -4
"Talk about what? Stealing an expensive, not to mention enchanted, television set from a strange old house without even investigating...you deserve every inch of what you get" the girl laughed.
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Post by Matthew on Mar 27, 2010 12:29:34 GMT -4
She sobs, shaking her head weakly "C-c'mon... I... I didn't g-get away with it, there... theres no harm done, d-dammit!"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Apr 3, 2010 16:29:00 GMT -4
"You messed with the wrong house, boy" giggled the Bartender.
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Post by Matthew on Apr 3, 2010 16:32:56 GMT -4
Growling, she struggled to stand upright, her now slender body shaking "I... y-you messed with the wrong guy! You... you'll pay for this, I s-swear!"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Apr 4, 2010 10:23:49 GMT -4
"Guy? Not any more" said the woman who bought you the beer as she grabbed you by your now female arm and yanked you to your feet.
"There isn't an once of Guy in you anymore" she laughed.
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Post by Matthew on Apr 4, 2010 22:13:58 GMT -4
She gasps at how easily the woman yanks her now slender body up, blushing, rubbing her arm tenderly, stumbling a bit "I... l-look, f-fine... I... I shouldn't have tried to s-steal it, I'm sorry, j-just... change me back, p-please!"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Apr 5, 2010 10:24:16 GMT -4
"Sorry no can do. Orders from the big chief say you are to remain a girl for quite sometime. You wanted the TV, now you get to be a part of it."
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Post by Matthew on Apr 5, 2010 17:37:47 GMT -4
She stammers, backing away slowly "I... b-but... but... At... at least let me out of here!"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Apr 5, 2010 20:45:38 GMT -4
"Can't do. Remember, you unplugged the TV..." she smirked. It seemed like you were trapped.
"I could use a new waitress next door at the club." said the Bartender
"I think she'd do just fine."
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Post by Matthew on Apr 5, 2010 20:58:16 GMT -4
She gulps nervously, watching the bartender, shivering a bit "M-me? A waitress? I... but... I'm really not sure if, um..."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Apr 6, 2010 11:47:21 GMT -4
"You'll be perfect" said the girl who bought your drink. "Here. This is a spare bikini I don't need. The bathroom is over there. Go get changed."
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Post by Matthew on Apr 6, 2010 16:17:57 GMT -4
She frowns, holding the skimpy garment up, blushing as she gets a better look at it "I... wh-what?!? I... I'm not wearing this!"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Apr 6, 2010 17:41:56 GMT -4
The woman who seemed to be the voice of the TV snapped her fingers and all of your male clothes, as baggy as they were, vanished.
"They you'll be wearing nothing."
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Post by Matthew on Apr 6, 2010 21:14:51 GMT -4
Her eyes go wide, suddenly feeling the ocean breeze across her nude form, turning bright red and making a run for the bathroom. She emerges a minute later, still blushing, the bikini hugging her curves "I... f-fine, but... I'm still... not sure about this... waitress thing..."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Apr 7, 2010 11:06:12 GMT -4
"Look at her, acting as if she has a choice."
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