Michael threw his keys in the bowl next to the front door, took off his work clothes, leaving a messy trail of clothes behind him, and plonked down in front of his computer. “What a day!” he sighed. He felt like every day blended into the next, he was in his 30s now and didn’t feel like he had much to show for it. No wife, no kids, no family to speak of. Michael’s one bright spot was his adventure game. He’d poured so much time and effort into his character.
He played as a knight, battling for the Kingdom of Aerlathon and chivalrously defending its citizens. He was among the highest level players in the whole game and had even managed a degree of fame withing the game’s community. He’d often wished he could somehow live inside the game instead of the real world.
His gaming notoriety had finally paid off a few days before. The game developer had reached out to him with a chance to try out their next game before it went live to the general public. They offered to send him their latest Virtual Reality headset. He had to sign a bunch of forms and agree to a non-disclosure agreement, but that was all fine with him. Michael was almost salivating at the prospect of taking his adventuring to the next level.
Michael had to go through a few setup steps before diving into the VR world. A dialogue box on his computer screen informed him that his character would be attributed based on his ranking in the old game. “Sweet! I won’t have to start from scratch!” he said to himself. The developer had told Michael that they had created this game to be the most immersive yet. The first batch of gamers, himself included, would be used as templates to populate the world by the time the game was released to everyone else. Part of the aim was that the NPCs would be undistinguishable from the players. A player could become an adventurer or could choose to be a baker, traded or any of myriad roles in the virtual world. Likewise, NPCs could fill any roll as well.
From what he had understood, the game would analyze his game history from the old game and figure out based on his level and other parameter what position he was best suited for and put him into one of the many storylines in the game. “I wonder what I’ll be?” he mused, figuring with his high level and game history he might be assigned as a Knight Commander, a Field Marshall or maybe a Dungeon Boss even.
The game wouldn’t let him see who exactly he was until he put on and activated the VR helmet, but it allowed him to see a few attributes before accepting and starting everything up. ‘Ok, I can work with that,’ he thought as he reviewed the stats he’d been assigned. The screen didn’t show any of his combat skills, but he wasn’t worried about it, he figured that would just be ported over so he didn’t need to see it. What he could see showed that he would have very high “Charisma”, “Stamina”, “Flexibility” and “Sex Appeal”, he hadn’t seen those last two traits in the old game, but he shrugged. ‘Can’t hurt to be flexible and I guess I’ll be some buff, hot looking guy or something,’ he thought.
He smiled when he looked at the “Characteristics” section. It read “Royal”. ‘I can work with that!’ he liked the idea of being a prince or some such.
“Alright, time to get started,” he said, clicking “Accepts” and putting on the futuristic looking helmet. It was pitch dark with the helmet on, he couldn’t see any light from the outside world. He pressed a button on the side of the device and it instantly cut off any ambient noise. Then there was a light electric shock and he couldn’t even feel the chair beneath him, it was as though he was floating in darkness.
Then he was suddenly surrounded by a sea off colors rushing by him. Michael lost all sense of up or down, he was completely disoriented. The swirl of colors finally started to slow down. A soft, ethereal, female voice then spoke, “Welcome to your new adventure. Your story starts now.”
Sensation returned to his body and he wriggled his fingers and toes first. That was the first sign something was wrong though. His hands seemed to be tied behind his back around some sort of post. “What in the world?!” he said out loud and instantly his eyes went wide in surprise and confusion. His voice was high-pitched and nothing like his usual, masculine voice. He struggled against whatever had his hands bound, but it wouldn’t budge and it only helped to draw his attention to his jostling chest.
Michael looked down and was met by the sight of two large, fulsome breasts encased in a red dress of some sort. Below that he couldn’t see his legs as he found that the dress reached down to the floor in a voluminous skirt, like something you’d seen in a medieval movie or game. “What is going on? Why am I a woman?”
He continued to struggle, but it didn’t seem to help at all. The sensations form his body felt absolutely real. It was far beyond any VR he had ever experienced. He could feel the pain of the rope scratching against his skin as he struggled. He could feel the dress brushing against his skin. He’d never experienced it before, but from the sensations coming from his legs he figured he must have been wearing petticoats underneath the skirt of the dress. Long, lustrous blonde hair framed his vision and settled enticingly over his large breasts.
‘Ok, something is seriously wrong here. I’m not supposed to be a girl. How do I exit the game?’ he thought, trying to recall the game’s commands. He hadn’t thought he would need to do more than take off the helmet to get out of the game, so he hadn’t really paid any attention to the in-game command list. Now he couldn’t even feel the helmet around his head, let alone could reach it. A chilling thought crossed his mind, ‘I’m the Damsel in Distress in this game!’
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