Chapter #5The Barmaid Card by: Goose  Laying the Barmaid card on the table, Alex begins to think up a scenario in which a barmaid would get better at her trade. Realizing that without other players to run his idea by, the game falls flat, and he feels silly for even trying to play it alone...
...it is then that he notices that the text on the card is different from before. Perplexed, he looks more closely at the card's wording.
Task: Stay in character and perfect the Barmaid's craft.
Success: +1 Luck
Failure: 1 year in Prism
"...what the hell?", he exclaims, certain that the card did not say that before. What exactly is this game, he thinks to himself. But before even he can even wager a guess, the area around him dims, until his surroundings are pitch black. Falling down to his behind, Alex finds that his chair has disappeared, including the table, the cards, the entire comic book store, all consumed by darkness.
"Hello...?", he says with fear. "HELLLOOOOO!?". The echoes of his screams soon die, but he is not in darkness for long...
The area illuminates again quickly, but his eyes have little trouble adjusting. Alex finds himself inside a humble bedroom with stone walls, with dim candles to illuminate the room.
Beginning to panic, Alex starts to look around frantically to find a way out, or better yet a way back home. Finding a door to his left, he starts to move toward it, but is distracted by the loud "CLOMP" of his shoe on the stone floor. Looking down in curiosity as to why his sneakers sound like that, he finds that he cannot see to his feet because of the two large mounds on his chest, snuggled tight in a leather corset around his waist.
"...WHAT THE?!", he proclaims, grasping at the globes in a panic. He is relieved to find that they are not real, and after a quick check over himself he finds that, despite his apparently female attire, he is still 100% his normal male self. Upon further inspection, he finds that he is wearing a short sleeved-blouse with large puffs on each shoulder, with the aforementioned corset holding it and his faux-busom in place, as well as a skirt and petticoat that extends to just above his knees. The loud sound on his feet would be the short-but-heavy heel on his new, feminine shoes, with white stockings running up each leg.
Starting to panic, Alex comes across a mirror in the room, and rushes towards it (at least as much as he can rush in his new heels). The reflection he sees startles him; on top of his head is a deep brown wig with strands of hair framing his face, the rest of it tied into two buns on top of his head. His boyish face is made up with various make-up; mascara, rouge, light brown lipstick, and dark eyeshadow... he recognizes his face as his own, but to a stranger his face appears to be that of a sultry young woman. From the neck down he is dressed in what can only be called the attire of a bar wench, his brown leather corset tightly covering his white blouse and just barely holding in his very large, very stuffed bra. A white apron covers most of the blue skirt adorned on his waist, matching nicely with his white stockings. If he didn't know the "woman" in this reflection was him, he might find her very attractive... a terrifying thought to Alex right now.
Having to take all this in is quite a shock to Alex, who is now taking stock of his options...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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