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THE GAMES PART EIGHT By Nancy Rose If you haven't read Parts One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six and Seven you really should! Part One is here... https://fictionmania.tv/searchdisplay/authordisplay.html?word=1473 Chapter 27 MY NAME IS KIP AND I'm naked as a jaybird. I'm trotting through the hallways, going around corners, going straight, trying door knobs, and all of them are locked. I swear I might be all by myself in this house. I know I'm supposed to be here with 19 other guys, but I haven't seen one in a long time. I'm losing track of time. Has it been hours, minutes, or days since I left the room where the newt was, where I had my little hypno session? I'd never done that before. Some miners have had hypno sessions to relieve claustrophobia. Other guys I know have received hypno treatments for depression, alcohol addiction and sissy addiction. I seem to have received the cure for not wanting to suck cock, because right now that's all I want to do. I know what happened to me, am completely aware that this obsession was placed in my mind, and yet I still want what I want. I want to suck a dick. Also, I feel oddly energized, awake. I'm not scared anymore, not worried about what the world thinks of me, being half feminized, looking like a boyish girl with my plump little mounds bouncing up and down as I jog. I just feel focused, intent on my goal. I like it, having purpose, not being on defense anymore, but being on offense. And I feel lighter, quicker, faster. I never felt like this when I was covered in muscles. I always felt hard, but slow and kind of stiff. Now, I feel like a cat, springy and agile. I do like it. The question now is how do I find anyone in this stupid maze? And what am I supposed to do when I find them? Just politely ask if I can suck them off? Is that really what I want? The hunger in my core and the slight taste of vanilla in my mouth and the image of a big, beautiful cock in my mind all seem to say yes, yes very much. Why would the newt make me cock hungry? He really did do me a favor. Being cock hungry is actually a huge advantage in The Games. Most of the time, guys have a hard time bringing themselves to so much touch another cock, much less suck one to completion. I now have a tremendous weapon. All I want to do is suck cocks, and if one were in front of me right now, I wouldn't hesitate to... ...suck cock, on national TV, with millions watching... ...That's what they want. That's what the newt wants, what the government wants. They want me to crumble, to cave, to slip even further into being a slut...Why? Why? Am I too popular? What's going on out in the world? Why would the government interfere in The Games, which are supposed to be sacred? If people knew they were rigged, there would be...riots...rebellion. However, if a popular player, someone who was gaining in popularity, suddenly started slutting it up, started shaming his family and his state... That's what this is. They want me to shame myself. They want me sissified, debased, humiliated, and then cummed out of The Games. What am I going to do about that? And about my deep, deep need to slurp on a big boner? PONG! "Dinner time!" says the announcer in that cheerful boom of his. "And truce time. There is no more physical contact until further notice. Violators will be severely punished. Let's enjoy a nice civilized meal together, shall we?" My metal collar buzzes and with a bit of a tingle the bodysuit grows out of it once more, slinking over my skin, covering my nakedness. However, there is a big change. Instead of my skinsuit being black, it is now bright pink. The suit tightens in my crotch area, squeezing my shrunken cock up and into me, giving me a flat, feminine crotch. There is tightness around my small, budding breasts, pushing them together and up, giving me cleavage that peeks out of a strategically placed opening in the suit. It squeezes me in at the middle, making it hard to breathe. There is tightness up and down my legs, and my ass get plumped up and tightened. Then I feel my feet point, as the now-pink suit grows heels, wedges to be specific, 4-inches high at least. They are white, the wedges, and I look like I'm wearing some kind of crazy high fashion boots. The skinsuit will tell the other contestants, and now the world... I am officially on the sissy road. Time for dinner I guess. I might as well get this over with, and I am very hungry. On the wall, within the red velvet wallpaper, a faded yellow arrow appears, then more appear, pointing the way, I assume, to the dining room. Even the most mundane of inanimate objects is special in this house, can be transformed. I walk in my four inch heels, clumsily, trying to remember how Janine walks, and my heel walking lessons for the pageant. Step, sway, step, sway...yes, that's better. Chapter 28 I'M DIRK AND I'M DOING SOMETHING really fucking stupid. I'm barging into a room where a contestant is about to cum and get taken out of the house. That's the whole point of this stupid game, get rid of the competition until you win. But this stupid fucker is doing something that I can't allow, he's fucking the mother of my son. Her belly is full of my baby, and I will be goddamned if I let this asshole spluge on him. Ain't going to happen, not while I'm alive. I charge at the bed where the dickhead is on top of whatshername, fucking away like a madman. Sorry, you fuck. You can cum anywhere but in her. I grab the back of his head, getting a big handful of hair. I pull back with everything I have, picking his torso up and off of her, but his dick stays buried inside of her. She doesn't even see me. Her eyes are closed. She's in heaven loving being fucked, the whore. It's hard to believe she was a man once. The guy looks at me, looking confused and annoyed and surprised. I've got another surprise for him. I grab him by his neck and pull him off of her and drop him on the floor. "What the fuck man!" he shouts, looking up at me, pissed, his feelings hurt. His cock is ridiculous, pointing up and at me, all hard and shiny. It was having such a good time a minute ago. "Get the fuck out of here," I say, standing over him, being as intimidating as I can be. "I was so close!" he yells again. "Goddamn it! I'm going crazy!" "Then finish," I say. "I don't really give a fuck." Then I notice, my cock is hard too, really hard, like it could cum at any second. This is that horny gas, this room, it's full of it, it's making us want to fuck like rabbits. The breeder, she's on the bed, rubbing her clit, moaning. She looks so good. That babe needs a cock in her... Shit man! Keep it together! The guy, he gets up, his big dong (not as big as mine) bouncing around, a little pre-cum dribbling from the end of it. He's about ready to blow. I really don't want to see that. So fucking gross. He doesn't care, all he can see is the breeder, who now has three fingers up her snatch, fucking herself as much as she can. She doesn't even seem to be aware we're here. Oops! He squirts. The sight of her was too much. He didn't even need to jack off. Gross! His goop drips onto the floor. Who the fuck is going to clean that up? Does the house have a cum janitor? I'm disgusted, and that's good. The sight of another man's cum turns my stomach, and my cock isn't so interested in cumming anymore. I still feel horny as shit, but it's manageable. Oh man, here they come, a couple bad ass agents in the black suits. Damn those fuckers are scary. "Shit!" the guy says. "Come on! I didn't even touch myself, it's not fair!" "What's your name, dude?" I ask as the agents walk toward him. "Ivan," he says, sounding desperate. "It will be Ivanka soon!" I tell him and laugh in his stupid face. They drag his dumb ass out of the room. Later on, breeder. Now, what to do? I need to stop looking at her. I need to calm down. I walk to a corner and face away from her, put my hands on the wall. I think about mining, about pounding rocks, cracking them to make pebbles, grinding them to make dust. That's what we do. That's what men do in my state for their entire lives, dig holes and mash up rocks. Not me, I'm going to win The Games. I'm going to be rich and I'm going to fuck a hundred breeders and make a hundred babies. Oh no, getting hard again, got to calm down, breathe, and... "Oh baby, please," whatshercunt says. "I'm so horny, please fuck me, please." "No damn it! No! You trying to make me cum out?" "I need a big cock soooo much," she says in the girly baby voice. She's so cute. So damn fuckable. I might have to. It's all I can think about, putting my cock in that nice wet slit. PONG! "Gift for Dirk," says a girl's voice. She sounds like a girl robot, still kind of sexy. Pretty sure I could fuck even a girl robot at this point. I'm that damn horny. A gift! My first gift, finally, that dumb sissy Janine is helping me out. I turn around, and it's almost a mistake. The breeder, the - starts with J, can't think of it - is naked now, and she is rubbing her clit so hard with her middle finger it's a blur. She is pinching her nipple like she wants to rip it off. I can smell her sex, that delicious, tasty musk. To the left of the bed, a wire holding a little plastic thing lowers to the floor from a hole in the roof. How the hell is that thing supposed to help me? I pick it off the floor and the wire, like a living thing, un-wraps itself and ascends back into the ceiling. What's in my hand is...I think I recognize it from previous Games. It's an expensive gift, one of the most expensive. It's a little bubble of plastic with a slit in it that is called a chastity device. Sure, it would be helpful, if I could wear it, but I can't, because maybe Janine can't tell, but I'm stiff as a FUCKING BASEBALL BAT! I look at the ceiling, where I imagine a camera to be, where Janine can see me. I point at my giant, hard cock and then at the clear blue chastity thing, and shrug my shoulders as if to say, "What the fuck? You can't do better than that?" Right then, another opening in the ceiling opens. This time, what comes down is useful, painful, but useful. It's a bucket of ice. *** My name is Janine and I am as sissy and I never laughed so hard in my life. Watching Dirk shrink down is hard-on with a hand full of ice, and then squeeze his limp little dicky into the chastity tube, then his balls into the sack bubble, and snap the plastic lock, well, that was just delicious. Poor Dirk. He really does have a magnificent cock. It was shame to have to do that to him. Now if he can keep that device on for a few days, he'll have a good chance to rid himself of a bunch of other players. He really has Kip to thank. After the incident with the rape horse, the donations came flooding in. Kip is starting to get more and more money bet on him. Good! Things are looking up finally! I just hope Dirk remember how that device works. He needs to stay away from hot water, or it will melt right off. *** My cock is smashed into the plastic thing. It hurts, but not too bad. I'm still horny, and my cock is trying to spring out the thing. Jasmine - that's her name! yes! - she is now asleep, apparently passed out after all the jacking off. Good. She was really beginning to be a distraction. PONG! "Dinner time!" says the announcer in that cheerful boom of his. "And truce time. There is no more physical contact until further notice. Violators will be severely punished. Let's enjoy a nice civilized meal together, shall we?" Phew! Saved by the dinner. Time to eat! Goddamn, I am hungry. The skin skinsuit grows back, this time it's dark blue. Nice. Looks good. And it's nice and comfortable. Oh wow, with the chastity thing on my cock looks huge! Also, interesting, the gloves, they are padded on the knuckles, like I will be entering a boxing ring. And on my feet, the skin suit as formed kind of like rubbery, leathery boot, with a thin, treaded rubber heel, like I might need to run somewhere. This is similar to same uniform we wore when we played killball in high school. I was crazy good at that game. If The Games this year is going to have sports, I am all for it. Bring it on. I walk out of the door with no problem. The force field is gone. I guess dinner time means dinner time for everyone. On the walls are a bunch of yellow arrows. I guess if I follow them I'll get to the dining room. I hope they have roast beef. I could eat a cow. Chapter 29 "JANINE, I AM SORRY about what I did to you," Tex tells me. "Oh that's alright," I say. "It is The Games after all. 'All is fair.' Isn't that what they say?" "I suppose I have heard that before, yup," he says in that accent of his. I've never heard anyone talk like that outside of a vid. His mustache tickles me when he kisses me. It's scratchy, but in a pleasant way, in a way that reminds me that I'm being kissed by a man. That was one of the hardest things to get used to during sissy training, being kissed by men. When you are a guy kissing a girl, you are doing the kissing, kind of like leading while dancing. You make the first move, lean in and plant that first peck on her lips. She might tilt her head back, open her mouth a little and half close her eyes. She might give you that much of a clue. But you, the boy, you need to risk everything and kiss her and see if she kisses you back or rejects you. Then you decide when to go from a light kiss to a harder one, where mouths might open a little bit. You decide when tongue play starts by sliding yours into her mouth. When your tongues touch, you push your tongue deeper into her mouth, fucking it, her tongue dancing around the sides of yours, being accommodating. Re-learning how to kiss as a sissy means becoming submissive, welcoming and alluring. Your job is to tempt, not pursue. This is how I got Tex to kiss me. He came up to me to apologize, I guess. He was mumbling about something, making up for what he did. It was bullshit and I barely listened. But what I did do was apply cherry pink lip gloss to my lips, right there in front of him, painting them nice and shiny. Men like shiny things, wet looking things. I was mad, yes. I wanted revenge, yes. But how to get it? I'm a sissy, weak, submissive, trained to be demure and acquiesce to male demands. I suppose I did what was within my power to do. I used my one weapon, powerful though it is. I seduced him. I guess that's how sissies express anger at a man, they prove to him that he's not in charge after all, that he has to give in and bend to my will, even if he doesn't realize it. Men are weak willed little wimps when horny. They want one thing, and when that one thing is me, I have all the power. So I painted my lips, and then gave just the lightest lick of my top lip, just to get a taste of the gloss. "Mmmmmm," I said, cutting off whatever idiocy he was spouting. "Cherry. Do you like the taste of cherry?" He completely lost his train of thought. Words stopped coming out of my mouth and he just stared at my lips like he was mesmerized. Trapped! Oh it's just delicious when you can stop a man in his tracks, just short circuit his brain and make him stand there like a broken robot. That's when I stepped toward him, got good and close, let him smell my perfume, let him get a good long look at my lips, pushed, ever so gently, my tits into him. He's taller than me, but just by an inch or so. I like that. Being a little shorter than the man makes for the most comfortable kissing position, I find. And oh my, do men love to kiss. You think they wouldn't, that they would just want to get sucked or fuck and get their rocks off. But they don't! They love to kiss and touch and grope. That's another thing that really surprised me when I became a sissy. Men are affectionate when no one is watching. I was man and I don't think my father hugged me but maybe three times. As a sissy, men want kisses and hugs and no end of snuggling. Such silly creatures. Tex was the same. He came in for his kiss, and a taste of my cherry lip gloss. His mustache tickled me and I loved it. For on older guy he's firm, nice solid shoulders and back. His hands are weathered and rough, but he touched me tenderly. He had done this before. He knew how to kiss me, how to hold me. Ah older men, I love you so much. And now Tex is lying next to me, his cum still in my cunt. He fucked me so well. He was really good at it, strong and gentle at the same time, and was nice enough to cum right after I came. Nothing worse than being fucked after you've cum. However, before that moment, it's just heaven, feeling so filled and complete. It might be the sissy training telling me that, but I don't care. There is nothing as delightful as a good thorough ass fucking. And here he is, his balls emptied of their cum, in my bed, and still yammering away, trying to gain my favor still. He closes his eyes. Yes, that's right sweety, you just take a nap. You must feel so good, your balls empty, your cock soft, your deep hunger fulfilled, your duty as a man complete. You have fucked and came, and now you must sleep. You are so tired, and now you must rest. Sleep, big man of mine, sleep and know I'll be here when you wake, ready for another good fucking. Yes, wonderful. He has dozed off. Men need to sleep after cumming. There really must be a hard-wired program in their brains that once an orgasm happens, systems begin turning off and slumber must occur. As a sissy, I find cumming now makes me more awake for some reason, more focused. It is perhaps the female hormones surging through my system. Perhaps they have changed the way my brain works. I don't know. What I do know is that Tex is asleep, and his Advisor's pad in lying on the nightstand next to him. We are in my room, on my big bed, the thick white sheets covering our naked bodies. There is a big TV on the wall, with the sound down. Dirk is about to lose it. He is in a room full of aphrodisiac gas and a quite randy breeder. I look away when she appears on the screen. She's naked and masturbating. I didn't get a good look at her naked form, or I might have lost my lunch again. This programmed vomit response to vaginas is quite annoying. I wonder if I might have that fixed somehow. No matter. Dirk is about to get a lovely gift from the good people of District 9, a rather expensive one at that. What is especially fun about this gift is that not only will it save Dirk from this situation, but he isn't exactly going to enjoy it. First, he'll need to ice down his big hard cock until it's nice and tiny. I am amazed at how small a big cock gets when iced. Then he'll need to squeeze himself into the little chastity tube and ball bubble. Oh god, I remember what that was like. Oh my, this is going to be fun to watch. "Hey sissy girl, I fell asleep for a minute, everything alright?" Tex asks, a sleepy voice behind me. "Oh yes, Tex," I say. "I just sent Dirk a lovely gift." "Well that's just dandy," he says. Chapter 30 "SEXY SUIT," DIRK SAYS TO me, the dick. "You look good in pink. Have you thought about what you might want to name our baby?" I'm not going to cry, I'm not. I'm going to get mad, but I'm not going to cry. I wanted so much to see him, to see my partner. I was so happy that he was okay, that he had survived the first day of The Games, and this is how he treats me. "Is your hair growing out?" he asks. "It's like crazy long." He is right, it's been growing fast. Janine said the nanos might do that to me. They are programmed to put the host into as feminine a form as possible, and that includes long hair, long nails, a bigger but and bigger boobs. I hope they turn off soon, before more changes happen to me. My hair is so long it touches my shoulder and drops into my eyes when I lean over. It's annoying. I need a bobby pin or a hair tie or something. For now, I'm just going to have to be like a sheep dog, looking through my bangs. We are at the dinner table, the remaining 17 of us. Seven of us are in pink suits, and 10 are in dark blue. Three of us are gone. No one mentions them. Their names will be announced to us later, before we go to bed. We don't talk to each other. We mostly eat in silence, but what food! Being in the The Games truly sucks, but again, the food almost makes it worth it. I have never eaten meat so tender and rich and full of flavor. There was a crusty outside to the steak that tasted of salt, pepper and garlic and I think it might have been the most delicious thing I have ever tasted. I sopped up the juice with warm, dark bread smeared with fresh butter. Butter! If I win the games, I'm going to eat butter every day. We are at the end of the meal, and we are stuffed, exhausted and ready for bed. We look at each other suspiciously, sizing each other up. Who is stronger than who, who makes a prettier sissy than who. We are under a truce and not allowed to do anything at the moment, so we just stare. I dip a fresh strawberry into melted chocolate and pop it into my mouth. I can't wait to see what they serve us for breakfast. PONG! Goes the chime that means something is about to be announced. We all tense up. If the truce is lifted while we are all still in the same room, things could get messy. Instead, the dining room door opens in in walks that lizard-like little newt, the waddle under his chin wavering as he walks. Everyone stares at him, terrified of this thin little man. And we should be. He has the power to turn us into sissies, into breeders, into newts or even kill us. He can also punish us. The skinsuits we are wearing, with one word from him, it will feel like our skin is on fire. He is our puppet master and we but marionettes. Behind him are his two ever present Agents, tall and black-clad and mean looking. I would give anything to see what is behind those black masks they wear. The newt speaks... "I hope you have all enjoyed your dinner?" No one says a word. "I expect a response when I speak." There are a few nods, and some quiet murmuring. I don't see the problem. I've already met this creepy little man. I speak up. "Dinner was delicious, thank you," I say. "Such a brave girl," he says. "The only one of you man enough to speak up. Perhaps you should be wearing blue?" "No thank you, sir," I said. "I'm fine." Did I just say that? And mean it? I guess I did. I'm really running down the sissy road now. "I want to talk about the rules for a moment if I might," he says. "There aren't many rules to this game, and what rules there are we like to change abruptly. It makes for more entertaining TV, and I'm sure more fun for you, the contestants." I'm not sure if he was telling a joke, but he might have been. He smiles just a bit. He found himself charming. He continues... "However, there is one rule you must obey...No killing, unless in a good faith effort to defend yourself. If you murder in cold blood, you will be severely punished and then put to death. Do we understand each other?" He turns his head to look directly at Pie, who is sitting at the table nibbling on a piece of, yes, there it is, cherry pie. She smiles like a polite 10-year-old, and says, "I understand completely. If someone touches me, I get to touch back, hard." He looks at her for a moment, unsmiling, tension filling the room for many seconds. Finally, mercifully, he says... "Yes, well, onward to other news...Three of you are gone. Two are now receiving breeder transformation procedures, and one is dead. This is unfortunate, as we need an even number for our first contest event. There are 17 of you. Anyone care to volunteer to leave the house, embrace your future as a creator of babies and a giver of life?" No one moves. No one raises his hand. "I see, well then, let's see...We do need at least one blue to volunteer to go pink. We need an even number of boys to sissies. Volunteers?" Again, none of the blues moved. They all looked at each other, men in their handsome blue tights, radiating masculinity, and they don't want to give up even a little of it. Dumb bastards. They don't realize what this disgusting demon is capable of. "Well then, I see we need some motivation to go pink. As you wish." Just then, every blue in the room begins to squirm in his chair. Their faces turn red. They grimace in pain, like they are caught in vices, squeezing the life out of them. They try to scream, but they can't seem to get breath out. There are some grunts and gasps, but no one gives voice to a yell. "Just raise your hand if you would like a pink suit. The pain will go away, for everyone." They are a stubborn bunch. No one raises their hand. They begin falling to the floor, their faces turning purple. The suits are squeezing them to death and there is nothing I can do but watch. Dirk is on the floor, my partner, my enemy, and the one person I care about in this place, and he is dying, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He is still angry though. Our eyes meet, and he's still there. He's not panicked. He's still a man, a strong man. I have to admire him. I'm worry about him. I don't want him to die. I don't want him to leave me alone in this horrible place. I kneel over him. I touch him. The skinsuit is rock hard, stretched tight around his chest. There is nothing I can do to save him. Wait, yes I can. The dining table. There were knives, sharp knives. I stand, grab a sharp meat knife. My plan is to cut him out of it, give him a little room to breathe. To hell with the newt and whatever punishment he might have for me. I lean over the strangling Dirk, take the knife and... Pain. Jolts of searing white hot pain shoot through me, starting in my ball, growing there and then exploding outward until my entire body feel covered in boiling acid. I scream as loud as I can and drop onto the floor, next to Dirk. The pain suddenly stops, leaving me panting next to Dirk. His face is next to mine. He is sipping air, trying to get some into his lungs. He's not dead yet. He is working so hard to live. He's handsome even when he's dying. "Sorry, dear sissy," the newt say. "No cheating. Now, do we have a volunteer to go pink or not?" He waits. I continue to look Dirk in his desperate eyes. "Good!" says the Newt, sounding downright cheerful. "We have a volunteer!" Dirk takes a huge gulp of air. His suit gives him relief. He can breathe again. His lips go from blue to pink. He huffs and puffs like he's run a marathon. "Oh god," I say to him, quietly. "I thought you were going to die." He turns his head to look at me. Our eyes meet and I think for the first time that I am his friend. We are friends now. I hope. "Fag," he says and springs to his feet, leaving me on the floor. What an asshole. I slowly push myself up, along with all the blues who were almost crushed to death by their high tech leotards that were being controlled by a sociopath. "What is your name young man?" the newt asks the tall thin guy who raised his hand and decided to go pink instead of being crushed to death. "Hadyn," he says. "Quite tall aren't you? No matter. All things can fixed through government technology. Are you sure you wish to take the sissy road?" "I'd rather do that than get squeezed to death." "That is a good point," says the newt. "Congratulations on a splendid choice. You are now a pink contestant." Hadyn's suit shimmers for a moment, then the dark blue fades to light blue then to white then to a soft pink then to a bright, almost electric pink. It pushes him in at the waist and plumps out his hips. The clothe opens below his collar and revealed a generous amount of smooth white skin. The suit puffs out two budding breasts. On his feet, white 4-inch wedge heel grow underneath him. His head and face remain quite male, not handsome, but he does have interesting eyes, kindly, with smile lines at the corners. He looks friendly, kindly, almost teddy bear like, with a bulbous nose and round cheeks. He is cute in his own way. Below the steel collar, his body has an altogether feminine shape, much like mine. Him being thin helped the illusion, made it easier to pull him in and give him and hourglass shape. And in those heels, his legs looked fantastic. And of course, the bulge between his legs, which was once frame so nicely by the skinsuit when it was blue is now gone. He has a flat from just like me, his male bits shoved up and into him. Poor guy. "Lovely!" declares the newt. Haydn blushes furiously as he teeters on his new heels. "And yes, one other bit of business," says the newt. "As we need an even number of you, and there are currently 17 of you, we need to reduce by one. Where is the other contestant from State 11?" A guy in blue, standing the back, raises his hand gingerly, like it might get shot off if he puts it up too high. "Me, sir," he says meekly. The young man is blue eyed and yellow haired with a square jaw. He looks like he might come from my state, where there are a lot of blond folks. "Your name?" "Isaiah." "Do you know where your partner is, Isaiah, your mate from State 11?" "No, sir." He sounds brave. You can tell he's afraid, but he speaks clearly, not a waver in his voice. "He is quite dead. And where were you when his to short life was ended?" "I...I don't know. We were split up in the rush." "You abandoned him." "No I didn't. He said he wanted to hunt, get a sissy to use as bait. We were both going blue, so we needed a sissy." "And he went after the delicate looking Pie." "Yes." "And you haven't seen him since." "No." "I'd say you deserved to be punished, as you clearly bare some blame for his demise. Don't you think so?" The young man sighs, looks down at his feet. "Yes," he says. "Agents, take him," says the newt. Chapter 31 WE FOLLOW THE NEWT OUT of the dining room door and into...it's a ballroom. The endless hallways are gone. The rooms are gone. We came in the same door. We left through the same door. Yet, the place we left has been replaced by a new place. The government is re-writing reality. Nothing is real here. Or rather, what is real might not remain so for long. The newt walks over to a corner of the room and grins at us. It's the most chilling thing I have ever seen, that evil, shriveled face pulling its lips back and baring pearly white teeth that look like they could gnash through leather. He lifts his arms, as if about to embrace us. "Contestants!" he says. "Take your partner and prepare to dance! Win this context and you win the chance to visit your friend Isaiah, who is currently strapped down to a submission chair, ready for the ministrations from one of you sissies. And the losing couple? Well, they both get to wear pink, and get a shot of feminizer. Isn't this fun?" Music plays, a romantic song, slow, the kind couples dance to in the vids. It's the kind of song where the couple gets so swept up in romance and emotion that they have to kiss. The singer is a woman, her voice smooth as velvet. Listening to her is like being wrapped in a warm blanket on a cold night. "Contestants, your job is to convince the world that you are in love. This is obviously a slow dance. Touch as much as you like, there are no chaperones at this dance. Kiss if you want. Do what you feel you need to do to earn the votes of the viewing public. They are your judges. Begin!" We all hesitate, unsure of what to do. There has never been anything like this in The Games. I've been watching it my entire life, and this year The Games is weirder, crueler and just plain confusing. I guess that's the point. It's supposed to be surprising, for the audience and for the contestants. The government is rolling out a lot of new tricks. Why? To teach us to be scared of them, to teach us obedience through humiliation. And this is indeed humiliating, because I know what I need to do. I need to take Dirk, the asshole, into my arms and dance around with him like he's my crush. What will happen if we don't do a good job? More feminizer. I don't know how much more of that stuff I can take. My breasts feel swollen, my nipples sore, my cock tingly and there is a peculiar itch in my ass. I hate Dirk. I just hate him. I have hated him forever. I hated how he teased me at school, bullied me after school, and beat me at every sport we ever played together. I was always big, strong and fast, and if it hadn't had been for Dirk, I would have been the captain of every team I was a part of. With him around, I was always number two, the guy you picked if you couldn't get Dirk. But I know what needs to happen, I need to be his girlfriend, or at least appear to be her, for a little while. I need to keep the feminizer away from me, and away from him. I'm going to need him big and strong. I might need those muscles of his to protect me later. Who knows when I'll need a big strong man around? I just hope he realizes he needs me just as much. He'll needs a sissy willing to make some guys cum, unless he plans on doling out hand jobs himself. "Let's do this," I say. "Before the newt gets mad." "Alright, fag," he says. "I'll dance with you, but don't get handsy." I turn to face him and he lifts his left hand. I put might right hand in it. My hand is smaller than his. He puts his left hand on my waist and I put mine on his. He feels hard, all muscle, strong and firm. "I suppose you should lead," I say. "Fuck yeah, I'm the man in this relationship, right?" he says. He doesn't know what to do. I don't think he's ever danced before. I'm not exactly an expert, but I have watched a lot of vids. "You step forward and I will step backward," I say. "You guide me around, take steps in time with the music." "Okay, I'll see what I can do." He pushes forward and I step backward, following his lead. Step, step, step, rest, step, step, step, rest. He's not horrible. I'm helping a lot. He only steps on my foot twice, and then gets into the groove of it. I have to smile, in spite of myself. I don't want to like him. I have no reason to like him, but dancing like this, me depending on him to take the right steps, the fact we need to work together or be punished, I find myself not angry at him. His physical competence and natural grace are suddenly exactly what I need. Though I don't dare give him a compliment, as he'll just throw it back in my face with an insult, probably "fag" or "sissy," neither of which I should accept as insult, now that I think about it. "The couple from State 13 has taken quite an early lead," says the newt. "I suggest the rest of you begin your dance. You have got some catching up to do." The other couples begin their awkward dancing. They move horribly, slowly, just what would expect from men trying to dance together. The blues look horrified to find themselves holding extremely unattractive (in most cases) sissies, and the pinks have no idea how to walk in heels backward. They look as clumsy as giraffes on roller skates. I can almost hear Janine coaching me: "Glide, glide, glide, rest, stay on your toes, be light on your feet, let the man lead." She is a constant voice in the back of my head, my lovely companion teaching me the ways of sissihood. The voice of Janine is the only voice I trust in this insane place. We dance and we look good, but a couple of other couples are also beginning to get the hang of it. There is Sam, the fat little pig who sabotaged me. He's a blue. Ha! Every sissy I've ever met is more of man than that little testicle. He's dancing with - holy shit - I didn't know she was from State 14. He's dancing with Pie, who looks lovely in her pink skinsuit. She seems to be leading him, even though she is smaller, girlish and is quite a bit lighter than Sam. Sam is hanging onto her for dear life, as she drives him forward. My eyes meet with Pie as they glide by. She winks me. "Hey cool," says Dirk. "Did you see that sissy wink at me?" "The blue she is with is Sam, the little cunt who sabotaged me during the Pageant." "You want to fuck with him?" "Hell yeah," I say. "We'll get him later," he says. "I promise. But right now, we need to win this dance-off." "How do we do that?" "You need to come on to me, hard. Try and make me cum while we are dancing." "What?" I say. "Are you crazy? If you cum..." "Shhhhh...Sissy, listen, Janine sent me a chastity collar. My dick is being strangled by it right now. You couldn't make me cum if you got on your knees and blew me." "So, you can't get hard?" "It hurts, but no. It's trying, it's really trying hard, but the thing has little spikes that hurt and make it get soft again." "So, your saying that I make you hard?" "Don't flatter yourself, sissy. Just get to work. Show off for the judges. Let's see your best stuff." My best stuff? My best sissy stuff? Let's see...How did Janine do what she did to me. How did she move when I was holding her? How did she make me so hard that I felt like I would explode if she touched my cock. I press closer to Dirk, pushing my budding breasts into him. I slide my arms around his firm frame, and hold him tight as we continued to move in slow circles to the music. Our faces come close to each other, and I realize that closer he is even more handsome, his eyes big and open, his lips full and kissable. I wonder what his cock tastes like? Oh god, where did that thought come from? Suddenly the image of his cock is in my mind and won't go away. It's big and strong and makes my mouth water and my backside tingle. "That's it," he says. "You are a really good actress." He doesn't realize I'm not acting. "You all look lovely!" says the newt. "Now for another surprise." My skinsuit tingles. I can feel it moving, changing. I stop dancing, as it's too much. Dirk releases me, stares at me as the suit changes into something new. I look at myself in the mirrored wall and can't believe what I see. I'm now wearing a pink ball gown, with a plunging neckline, a short flared skirt, and golden 4-inch-heeled strappy sandals. My shoulders, now exposed, feel the touch of my long hair. I have cleavage, real cleavage, right where it's supposed to be. My legs look a mile long. I look like a girl, a tall girl. More than any contestant other than Pie, I look female. Still mannish, yes, but certainly not a man. My cock stirs in my panties, and I'm glad the skinsuit keeps it contained, otherwise my flouncy little skirt would be pitching a tent. The other sissies, they don't look nearly as good, just clumsy, bulky men in frocks and heels. With no makeup or wigs or stylist to help, they all look like clowns. I look ready to go to a presidential dance. "Nice, Kip,' says Dirk. "You don't look bad for a coal miner." He wraps his arms around me again and this time he doesn't hesitate, knows exactly what to do. We move in time to the music, the skirt gently swaying as we move, my heels clacking on the floor, my legs looking long and graceful. Dirk looks handsome, dashing even, as he moves around the floor. The look on his face is what...amusement, interest, attraction? I can't tell what he is thinking about and that odd little smile he's giving me seems full of secrets. "What are you smiling about?" I ask. "I was just thinking how much fun it will be when you're a breeder and you suck my cock for the first time." "Oh god," I say. The image of sucking him fills my head. My cock becomes rock hard. There is a buzzing right at the base of my penis. Whatever they did to me, it's made me weak to this thought, this image, of being on my knees and sucking. Oh shit, I think I'm going to cum. I don't think I can stop it. I'm going to be out! I'm going to lose! No! "You okay," Dirk asks, real concern in his voice. I can't speak. I'm hanging onto a big man who I hunger for, the girl in me is about to cum just thinking about his big cock in my mouth. End of Chapter 31 End of Part 8 To Be Continued Don't forget to leave a review! Thanks! Hi! I hope you are enjoying this story. It has been very fun to write! If you could do me a favor, please leave a review. It doesn't have to be long. Reviews help get a story noticed and will also let me know what you like (and don't) about The Games. If you'd like to chat, you can like me on Facebook at... https://www.facebook.com/nancyrosetv I'm also on tumbler here... http://nancyrosetv.tumblr.com/ I am on Twitter here... https://twitter.com/nancyrosetv You can also read my full length novella The Trainer here... http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00DZ3396Q Hugs, Nancy