The Game - 29 The Dress of the Day

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The Game - 29 The Dress of the Day

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The Dress of the Day and other Matters

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“All right, you're all set. Off you go. I'll call you if I need you.”
She watched with satisfaction as he tottered away, obviously aware of his too short skirt and lack of panties. A blush was just beginning.
It had happened by chance, as so many of the best scenes seemed to. And the solution had come at a fortunate time when she was starting to feel a bit stale. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy their games.
She did, very much. But she wanted them to be the best they could be. And it wasn't that they were repeating some games. They had always revisited old favorites, and if the surprise wasn't there anymore there was always anticipation, along with the possibility of new surprises.
She was just feeling... stale.

And then one evening she was wandering the wilds of the internet when she found a digital manikin which could be put into any pose a human could take, and some which were totally impossible. She explored it for a while learning its controls and while she was somewhat dubious of its value as an artist's drawing tool, it was fun to play with. And then she discovered that you could have multiple figures on screen at once and that beside the default male there was a female one as well.
Well.
She remembered reading somewhere that while the first use of any new technology was its intended one, the second one, fairly inevitably, tended to be pornography.
The little figures got to know each other very well as she arranged them, duplicating some of their games and even sketching out a new one or two. Then she erased the fembot, sat back and had a think. The figures were nude, as befitted their status as life models. But if she dropped him into her paint program she could then try out different costume ideas. The next hour was even more productive than the first and at the end of it she had some very new ideas indeed.

And thus was the Dress of the Day born. She had three on the first night and added to them from time to time. She printed them on little cards and now she could just pick one which would be his fate for the day until she thought of something else. The one he was wearing today was one of her favorites.
Today's lucky contestant was modeling the black mini skirt which he had been offered as a prize in a previous game but had failed to win. It was actually a micro skirt as she had taken it up a couple of inches for maximum ease of access as well as erotic symbology. And she was so glad she had, for it hardly covered his bottom. The mini skirt was accessorized with black sheer stockings, black high heels and a lacy black bra. Panties were not part of the package. The total effect was quite lovely and, while it didn't possess the magic of the Tutu of Doom, she was glad to see that he found it quite blush making. Given the skirt's minimal length erections were fun too.

As she had been designing outfits another matter arose which needed taking care of, but she was uncertain how to proceed. She knew what needed to be done, but she was uncertain how to proceed. The law against involving the innocent public seemed like it would be a stumbling block. Would someone know? Was there someone she could ask? And asking that question immediately provided the answer.
Ian. Because of course Ian. He would have to know.

“Hey you!”
“Hey! How are you?”
“Oh, all's well.”
“And how is he? Or is he a she...?”
“At present she's tottering about the yard in stockings, heels and a micro skirt.”
“Oh, good. I do love a micro skirt.”
“As she will learn to. I called because I need your help.”
“Oh, this is how the best situations begin! Tell me all.”
“I'm afraid you won't have a starring role in this one. I just need some advice.”
“I'm devastated, but ask away.”
And she laid out the problem.
When she finished she said, “So that's it. Is there anything we can do or do we risk social scandal? Legal entanglements?”
“Oh no, it's simplicity itself. I have a friend I can call. Have no fear. Your young lady will be well taken care of.”

Later he stood before her nervously. This might be the start of the Main Event and that might be, well, anything. He knew that there were a few past games for which she had not yet taken revenge. There was, for instance...
“Not to worry,” she said. “We're going out shopping today. We'll have a nice day at the Mall.”
“Ah...what shall I wear?”
“Let's see, you won't need your heels for a start. “
Well, that was a relief.
“You can keep your stockings on...” He had expected that.
“Uh...do I get underwear...?”
“Hmmm...a fascinating question... You don't really need any, you know...”
“Yes, ma'am...”
She paused and then said,
“How about this? You can either wear frilly panties and no mini skirt under your jeans, or you can keep the miniskirt on but you get no panties. The skirt should fit under your jeans nicely.”
It probably would he thought. There certainly wasn't much of it.
“I don't know how to choose between those two...”
“All right, we'll flip a coin. Heads panties, tails skirt. Oh, it's heads. My lucky little girl gets her panties!”
He made the appropriate change and then asked nervously the question he was most worried about.
“Should I keep my bra on...?”
“Oh sweety, do you want to?”
“Well...”
“You know the rules...What are they?”
“Only the minimum amount of the Day Dress may be removed.” he muttered.
“That's right. We don't want to scare the civilians. You may take out your breast forms but I'm afraid the bra stays on.”
Oh well. He rather thought it would have to, but it had been worth a shot. A few moments later he was ready. Shoes, jeans, t shirt. Abalone formal wear. True, he was also wearing a bra, sheer stockings and pink frilly panties but he felt that he'd got off easy. She had made him do worse things.

As they strolled around the mall he didn't feel too self conscious. He knew that nothing showed. After a while they stopped on the upper level for coffee.
“So do we have a plan or are we just mooching around?”
“Funny you should ask.” she said indicating the fancy lingerie shop next door. Every mall seemed to have one. There must be an ordinance or something...
“You have a birthday coming up and you need some new bras.”
“I do? I thought I had a lot...” he said. Rather more than she had, in fact...
“You have quite a collection, it's true. Probably more than most men in Abalone. Though,” she added thoughtfully, “Given this town's love of playing dress-up you never know...”
And that was true. He was still bemused by the fact that three costume shops existed and apparently flourished.
“Be that as it may,” she went on, “apart from the extreme and over the top ones, most of yours were just grabbed off a remainder rack and have definitely seen better days. We need to thin out the collection and get you some good ones. Specifically some which fit. So today you're going to have a personal fitting.:”
“What...no! I can't do that...”
“Don't be silly, of course you can.”
“But Second Law... no scaring the public...”
“Oddly enough it doesn't apply today.”
“But...” and then he had a truly terrifying thought. “But I'm wearing my...”
“Yes, you are.” She smiled sweetly and led him into the shop.

He had always felt slightly uncomfortable in these shops. They were immediately surrounded by clouds of lace, satin, leatherette, and frills all lovingly encasing, but by no means covering, a multitude of lovely boobs and butts. You didn't want to be a creep so you tried to look away, he thought, but that was no good. There was no away. Wherever you looked there were more lovely barely covered boobs and butts...
And the manikins were so realistic and enticing...
“Oh, look at this one!” she exclaimed, louder than seemed strictly necessary
And that didn't make it a bit easier, because it only underscored the fact that the whole idea was that one or several of these confections would soon be his very own...

“May I help you?' asked the pretty sales girl. “That is a lovely one. Do you know your size?”
“Yes, but I was looking for one in a D or possibly a double D cup.”
The young lady was a professional and nothing appeared on her face, but something in her pose clearly communicated, “DD? Not on the day of your deepest inhalation...”
“I believe Ian spoke with you?”
The girl brightened, understanding.
“Ah, of course, the fitting. Please come this way.” She indicated the way to a changing room.
When they were all inside she said brightly to him, “Is this your first fitting?”
He nodded but was unable to speak.
“Well, there's not much to it. Hardly rocket science. Please remove your shirt.”

“And then? “ asked Ian later on the phone.
“Oh, she was wonderful. Totally professional of course, but he was blushing throughout. It was very cute. She kept telling him how a good fit would improve his figure, how pretty he'd be.”
“That's Tracy. She enjoys doing special fittings and she can adjust her approach. I told her to make him squirm.”
“Oh she did! Even though she had his size she made him try everything on in front of her. Just so she could 'check the fit'.
She even brought in some breast forms so he could. I'm sure that can't be standard practice.”
“She can be inventive. Sometimes downright evil. Reminds me of you.”
“But I had brought his forms myself.”
“You didn't! Very evil indeed.”
“She was impressed when she found that I had made them . Asked if I took commissions.”
“Ah, another revenue stream. Excellent.”
“And as it happens she was right. Our little lady is quite transformed.”
“Ah wonderful. I wish I could see.”
“Well, why don't you? Come to dinner this evening and we'll have a fashion show.”
“Love to. Oh, There was one thing I meant to tell you. Remember how nervous you were about how hard it would be to get a fitting?”
“Yeah...”
“Well obviously it wasn't the first male fitting Tracy has done.”
“I gathered that.”
“It turns out our little lady wasn't her only one that day. Or even her first. See you this evening.”
Yep, she thought. That's my Abalone.

He was tidying up the playground when she came in.
“I just talked to Ian. He's coming to dinner. You can show him what we got today.”
“Ok, Great.”
“You can model what we got.”
“Ah... all right.”
That was inevitable really. But it did raise another question.
“Ah... Is he a boy or a girl right now?”
Because in light of their History together the answer to that had Consequences.
“Do you know, I forgot to ask.”
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Re: The Game - 29 The Dress of the Day

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This is like a computer program brought to life. I guess you can only punch keys for so long before it inspires an idea.
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