The Guardian's wide grin is disturbingly beautiful as you agree to her game, the thick black lipstick making her full lip stand out more against the pale skin of her face. The soft stretched edges making a shiver run down your spine in instant regret, smile lines pull at her eyes, arching them upwards in pure delight. Her eyes becoming blissful slits, corners curling up. The smile, disturbingly wide, reaches her eyes, the violet flash of her irises are fearmongering as they peak out of the blissful squint of her eyelids. "Okay then," her tone is calm and predatory, "I'll give you some clothes."
She tosses a bundle of fabric at you. The 'clothes' (if they can be called that) are revealing, short shorts that expose most of your upper thighs and act more like boxers, the underwear she gives you is little more than the a strip of elastic that barely holds your friend downstairs. The shirt resembles something a girl would wear, a black crop top with full sleeves (the end of the sleeves look to be lace with inbuilt fingerless gloves). The outfit looks like something you'd see a femboy wear. She even throws some fishnet tights at you, a hungry glint shows in her still blissfully squinting eyes.
Her looks are predatory and offers no quarter, the look in her eyes tells you that you either:
-wear the femboy outfit to play the game or
-play the game naked.
The clothes lay on your lap as you stare at them incredulously, wondering whether it's worth putting the clothes on or playing the game naked.
"What's wrong baby? Do you not like the clothes mommy has picked out to you? you can always play naked baby boy." She coos, her eyes continuing their dangerously glinting, the hungry light is more apparent and the strength of it is enough to encourage you to put on the revealing and humiliating outfit.
You hide under the covers to change since the guardian clearly isn't going to move away from you to allow you to change. Even under the covers you can feel her eyes on you as you pull on the tight and embarrassing outfit that ordinarily you wouldn't be caught dead in. The 'underwear' is uncomfortable and hard to adjust to, your asset downstairs refuses to hang in the sling like design of the pants. The rough fabric of the shorts irritates you skin and makes it harder to keep your asset in the pants. The tight nature of the shorts made you have an obvious bulge despite its flaccid state. The crop top made you look like some crossdressing hippy. The top, clearly too small, was tight around your chest, making your muscles more apparent while still managing to make you feel small and feminine. The look makes your chest twist in shame, no arousal like some people experience, clearly making yourself look like a femboy/girl isn't one of your kinks (thankfully).
"Tick tock baby boy, I want to start the game soon," she says, you can feel the smile despite still being hidden under the covers. You stare at the fishnets but make the executive decision not to put them on. You slowly peek out from the covers only for her hungry gaze to latch onto your half revealed form. Her violet eyes drinking you in greedy gulps that sends violent shivers through you. "There you are cutie," she coos, hands flying towards her overly large bosom, "so adorable wearing the clothes mommy chose for you." Her eyes squint more, becoming slits of pure unbridled desire.
Her towering size making you feel more nervous, heart fluttering erratically and flesh becoming slick with unwanted (and unneeded) sweat. Her smile and squint remains unwavering as her continuous beam of desire and sexually charged energy permeates the air making it thick and dangerous smelling. The thickness of the air is both disturbing and annoying, her scent is everywhere, floral with a feral edge. Like a dog sprayed with perfume, only it smells more addictive than that. It smells like a drug you don't want but know you'd get hooked if you tried.
The objective of the trial flutters through your flustered and uncomfortable mind. Could the trial really just be a game of hide and seek or could it be that this guardian desires a chase before she breeds your ass with a strap on? The thought is unpleasant but slightly arousing. The bulge in your pants twitching slightly as you think about what she wants.
"Are you ready for the game to begin baby boy?" She asks, voice rising excitedly in a delighted cascade of possessive sound.
"Y, y...yeah..." You manage to murmur quietly, voice trembling and throat working, swallowing down both saliva and pride as you rise from the bed. No spike pierces your foot like what had happened the first time you stood on the first floor. The taste is uncomfortable and the feeling of exposed skin only serves to increase the strange pimpling sensation shooting across your entire body.
"Well then little one..."she pauses dramatically, "I'll give you a minute to hide." As soon as those words leave her lips, you dart quickly, in an attempt to make the most of your measly head start.