|Game 1||Game 1 Outline|
"Holy shit," you gasp. "Mistress Laurie just died in a massive car accident on the interstate!"
"How do you know?" Britney asks. "You psychic or something?"
"I'm using the stone to give me the power to see where Laurie is," you explain. "I can see her body. Her car was hit on the driver's side by a semi."
Britney grimaces. "I'm glad to see her dead. I hate the way she humiliated us . . . made us her slaves."
"I feel the same way," you agree.
"Missy, I'm not going to forget you standing up to Christina the way you did. I can pay you whatever you want." She looks at the stone in your hand and adds, "Then again, I suppose with that stone, you don't need money, do you?"
"Guess not," you reply with a smile.
Britney smiles at you, then turns her head and looks out the window. "Missy, I don't know if I can go back to my life with memories of this in my head. Do you think you could . . . use the ring to help me forget everything that's happened?"
You put your hand on Britney's shoulder, which feels soft to your touch. "Britney, are you sure? I mean, maybe we could . . . have some fun together. Just you and me and this stone."
Britney ponders your words. "It does sound tempting. Okay, maybe for a while we can have some fun."
"All right!" you exclaim. You high-five Britney. "Oh, by the way, Britney, there's something I haven't told you."
"What's that?" she asks.
"Before Mistress Laurie used her powers on me, . . . I was a man," you reply.
"Oh, you were? Oh. Oh, my." Britney's face has a look of astonishment . . . and curiosity. "Um, . . . how does it feel?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, how does it feel . . . now that you're a girl?"
"Very different," you tell Britney. "But it's nice. I rather like it. But what's weird is, even though I'm now a woman, I still think like . . . well, like . . . ."
"Like a man?" Britney asks with a knowing grin. "I thought I saw you checking me out earlier, but I told myself that was crazy."
You laugh, and your face turns red with embarrassment. "You guessed it."
"So you like being Missy, huh?" Britney says, still grinning.
"Yep," you say.
"Well, Missy, if you don't mind, I'd enjoy having you as my girlfriend while we take a trip around the world. Think you could use that ring of yours to take us places?"
"I don't see why not," you reply with a smile.
At your command, you and Britney are transported away to explore the world to your hearts' content . . . .
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