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Three guys and a hunted mansion that is set on feminizing the trespassers.

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Chapter #8

further hijinks

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His friends voices disappeared as they ventured further away.

He was now all alone in this secret dark room in nothing but his shirt and boxers.

Afraid of the dark(and ghosts) he looked for some way to illuminate the room.

He reached around looking for a lightswitch or flashlight. His hands ended up coming upon what felt like a gas lantern.

When he lifted up the lantern. He accidentally knocked over some books.

The books on the shelf fell like a series of dominos, scuttering further away and then coming back when a metal clunk rang from above him and he felt something pour on his shoulders. It had a chemical smell.

Next to where he picked up the lantern. He found a small box of matches. He lit a match and used it to light the lantern. Before he could inspect the room, a bit of the wick sparked up and out of the top of the lantern and ignited the lighter fluid that fell on his shirt causing it to burst into flames.

He set the lantern down and quickly tore off his shirt and threw it on the ground and stomped it out. Leaving a few unrecoverable scraps of cloth and ash.

He let out a groan as he found himself now only in his boxers.

He picked up the lantern again and finally inspected the room to see it was apparently a French maids bedroom that apparently had an affinity for knights, as there were little sword holding statues scattered across the room in the midst of mannequins equipped with the uniform of the maid.

"Why is there a secret entrance to this bedroom?" He asked, before shrugging it off and venturing out of the room.

As he walked through the doorway, the arms of the statue fell down and he felt the cold steel slide across his skin before the fabric sliding off his thighs. He looked down to see his boxers has been cut off. Its remnants tangled up in the joints of the statue. He tried to pull at the now useless fabric, but like with the pants before, they refused to be released from the snag.

In a matter of three minutes, he had been separated from his clothing. And now stranded in this creepy building naked.
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