It's a bet

Me and my friend Molly are incredibly competitive with each other. We will make a bet out of anything, and no matter how embarrassing it is, if we lose the bet, we take the punishment.

Last week we played a game of Mario Cart, when I lost she had me wearing a wig and makeup for three days, made to look like Princess Peach. Kids in our class laughed, but many actually respect my commitment. A few girls even gave me there numbers, saying I looked cute with a girls head.

Today however Molly came over to my house with a couple of bracelets. Her face had an evil grin, one I've seen far to often, and that made me grin. She had something good and was incredibly excited for it.

"Put this on your arm." She demanded, tossing me one of the green metal bands. She demonstrated how to open it, and put the other one on her arm.

"We doing friendship bracelets now?" I joked, as I put mine on.

It clicked, and a voice in my head said "establishing connection... Beep beep beep. Connection complete."

"What the hell?" I looked around for the woman who just said that.

"Ok now we make a bet." Molly explained

"What are these?" I ask

"These are contract cuffs. They lock us together. Now if we make a bet, the winner can change the loser, or control them, or or umm, I don't know. It's so cool and magic." She's practically jumping with excitement.

"Where did you get these?" I asked "also, what?"

"I got them from a wizard in a hotdog costume, not important." She explained like this isn't the weirdest thing she's ever said. "Look thumb wrestle me, the loser has to get a nose piercing."

"What?" I ask again, but she grabbed my hand. We wrestled our thumbs like any other thumb wrestling match. Like always I'm able to over power her dainty little hand.

"Looks like you won." She exclaimed "hope this doesn't hurt"

"Winner!" Said my head voice. On Molly's face a red beed appears.

"Ooo nifty." She poked her new attachment.

"How?" I ask

"Magic." She laughed. " But we have to remember what Hotdog Wizard said 'Don't get to wild, lil dude, these things are powerful, but they're made to make competition more fun. Please don't make bets something you'll reget later. Kay? Have fun brah.' He's a neat guy."

"So what are we going to do with these?" I ask.

"What we always do." She exclaimed loudly. "Make fun bets. Ok let's play a game the loser has to grow D cup breasts for a week."

"So if I lose I get a punishment, if I win you get a reward? Are you planning on losing on purpose?" I smile having found her out.

"No!" She blushed "Big boobs aren't a real reward. Believe me, they can be a real pain."

"Nice save." I roll my eyes.

"Are you in or not?" Her face was red as a tomato

"Fine I'll help you with your boob job." I laughed.

We pulled out Steet Fighter. It looked like she was taking the game as seriously as any other time. Her competitive nature getting in the way of her other goal, but I had noticed a few avoidable mistakes. Just when it looked like I was about to finish her, she stuck me with a powerful combo I couldn't break free from.

"Loser!" Head voice said in her monotone voice. My chest had swollen, I also felt a new article of clothing under my shirt. I took my shirt off to get a full view of my new boobs held up by a blue bra.

Molly began laughing. "That's perfect, now you don't even have to go bra shopping. Are you wearing matching panties?"

I felt my face turn red. To distract myself, I grabbed one of the orbs of flesh. It was soft and sensitive.

"Done feeling yourself up yet boob boy?"

My face got redder, but now I have to get her. "Ok, my turn. Rainbow road. Loser gets a goth makeover."

"Oh now your getting into this. And your little goth girl fetish, really? If you wanted to see me in black lipstick you could have asked." She giggled. "How long will the loser be embracing the dark side?"

"A week, like my boobs." I crack a smile.

"I'm in."

It was a tence race. We we're both great at this game, but no one is a master of rainbow road. We were neck and neck, for a second it looked like she might be winning, but Toad launched the blue shell allowing me to cross the finish line.

"Winner!" I looked over at Molly. Her blonde hair was now crimson red, her skin was pale white, her face had dark makeup, her nails were black with sculls. Her nose piercing was now a spike, she wore a fancy choker,and she now wore a black and red dress covered in frills and lace. She had red and black striped leggings and knee length heeled boots.

My jaw dropped. I felt myself get an erection, and my nipples got hard. She walked over to me, her face got closer to me.

"Is this was you want" she whispered in my ear.

"Uhh. Umm." I stammered, speechless

"Too bad I'm in to chicks, right Alan, or we could probably do something about it." She laughed and pushed me off the couch.

"Ok your turn" I changed the subject.

"Ok, this time the winner gets your dick."

"What?" I asked

"You heard me. If I win I want your penis. For good. No timer, if you want it back you'll have to win it back. Deal?"

"What? Why do you want my penis?"

"I dunno, either I like feminizing you or I have penis envy. Either way I want it, so are you chicken or something?"

This was insane, but I'm too competitive to back down. "Fine. What game?"

She chose Soul Calibur. I'll be honest, I was worried. I'm good at this game, but the stakes were so high I kept making mistakes. Mistake after mistake and finally...

"Loser!" I felt a sudden void in my pants. Molly wiggled around trying to get comfortable with my penis between her legs.

"Oh man. How do you control this little guy?" She played with it as it stood up, poking up from her dress.

My face burned bright as my new vagina got wet.

"Ok I should head home."

"Wait!" I stopped her "one more game"

"Nah, it's getting late, unless.." she grinned.

"Unless what?"

"Double or nothing. If you win you get your dick back, but if I win, you will look like a real girl and suck me off."

"I, umm" it doesn't sound like a good idea

"Or are you going to be a pussy?"

That did it. We played a game of blackjack this time. I was determined to win.

"Loser!"

"Fuck." I got on my feminine knees and opened my feminine mouth. She lifted her dress, and beyond my control I began sucking my own dick.

"That's right you little slut. You like it don't you?" She talked down to me. "Tell you what, if you get me off in under 5 minutes you can have it back, but if you lose you have to be my personal slut. Deal?"

I couldn't answer, all I could do was suck like my life depended on it. It seems, however luck just isn't on my side today.

"Loser!"

End