Sam and Alex woke up without having realized they had passed out.
"Man, those drinks must have been stronger than we thought," Sam said.
"I still feel pretty woozy," Alex said sitting up, "whoa! What are we wearing?"
Sam looked down, Alex was right while they had been unconscious their outfits had been switched with immaculate tuxedos in a fashion long past.
"This place is weird," Alex said, "we should get out of here"
"You're right. Let's get Zack and get out of here."
The two stood up and began calling Zack's name when approaching clicks and clicks were heard from the hallway.
The two stood still in fear at the approaching sound when a beautiful woman ran out from the hallway towards them.
"Who the hell are you?!" Sam asked raising his fist.
"Guys, we have to get out of here!" Zack's voice said from the womans mouth.
"We're not going to ask you again- who are you?!" Alex yelled.
"Its me. Zack. And we're in a lot of trouble. We have to get out."
"Zack?!" They both yelled in bemused confusion.
"Yeah yeah. I know. I don't want to talk about it, but something bad is going to happen if we don't get out of here now."
Maybe it was the relief. Maybe it was the lingering effects of the drinks but the two had trouble paying attention to what Zack was saying as their eyes lingered over their friend who was compellingly feminine. The glistening lips, the pushed up cleavage, and the altered figure of his body, before returning their view to stare at his protruding cleavage.
"Hey! Are you even listening to me?!" Zack yelled annoyed and humiliated.
"Sorry dude. What were you saying?"
"I'm trying to tell you that we're in a lot of danger. I found out..." he began again while their eyes returned to the cleavage and their minds drifted off to enticing thoughts.
--
Time fluctuated back and forth between the past and present as servants marched into the room to assist with preparing you for the nights events. In one view, you swatted away the staff that were working on removing your clothes from you, in the other you saw your clothes being pulled off of you by invisible forces while the corset and dress from the closet flew out and circled around you.
"Stop it! I'm perfectly happy with the clothes that I'm wearing!" You pleaded.
"This is not the attire for a lady," they replied without hesitating for even a moment on redressing you."
No amount of swatting or trying to push them away stopped them from their task. Even in the past the had the permanence of ghosts.
Wrestle all you could, you soon found yourself completely naked while bloomers and stockings approached you.
You don't know how they managed to manipulate your body to equip these clothes on you, all you know is that they did it without the slightest obstruction.
The corset wrapped and tightened around you making you feel like you were in the jaws of some violent feminine beast.
Once the clothes were equipped you were dragged to a vanity where makeup was applied and your hair was manipulated and styled against your will.
The mirror gave you some relief as instead of showing you what was being done to you it showed you visions of people entering the house.
Group by group. All of three. Entered and exited without the interference you and your friends had experienced. All of them- 1 girl and 2 men. The house didn't want them the way it wanted your group. It wasn't until you and your friends walked in that the curse of this house leap into action for the first time.
The cosmetics and hair tools fell onto the vanity and the mirror switched back to show you what you had become.
You screamed. This couldn't be happening!
"I can't let the guys see me like this!" You uttered to yourself before remembering that all three of your lives were in danger from this house.
"Dammit!" You cursed, kicking your heel into the floor, "dammit!" You had to find them, get out and then swear them to secrecy once you were safe.
To a partial relief, now that the work had been done to you, the door containing you opened allowing you to leave.
You had to find your friends. Even it if meant letting them see you like this.
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