Power Outage Pt.7 (Patreon)

Kevin and Eric's vision was enveloped by a blanket of darkness as the simulation came to life. A few seconds passed before the black screen turned into a sea of pixelation that quickly grew more vibrant and clear as the new reality came into focus around the two teens. It was akin to someone switching the graphic settings from low to high on a top of the line computer game, but that's where the similarities ceased as the program created an amazingly lifelike and real recreation of a preforming arts venue. Row after row of seats appeared, flanked by aisles for would be patrons to find their seat.


"Woah!" Eric spoke aloud as he marvelled at how vivid and real his surroundings looked. He looked down at himself and was happy to see that he was back in his regular clothing, free of the overwhelming feminine attire he was just moments ago forced to wear.


Kevin was experiencing a similar state of awe and disbelief. It was almost like he had never stepped foot into that damn house and was at some random performance hall. Deep down, some part of him wished that this was real. At least in virtual reality he was dressed normally.


"Dude?!" Eric cried out in shock due to the hundreds of other people simultaneously appearing all around him. "Where are we?!"


"It's just a VR sim. A fucking great one, but still- It's all gotta be fake..." Kevin paused and reached out to touch one of the random people. However, before he could test his theory, a loud voice interupted his inquiry.


"Are you little ladies lost?" A womanly voice asked, rich with an authoritarian tilt.


"Wha-" Eric was caught off guard by the woman standing directly behind him. She looked like a mixture of a typical soccer mom and playboy centerfold.


"What are you tripping on? It's not even re-"

Kevin looked behind him and found himself face to face with what could easily be the hottest woman he had ever seen. Like the sirens of old, he found himself instantly mesmerized by her beauty.


"How may I help you?" Kevin asked, trying to sound helpful despite the fact that this woman was just a figment of the virtual world.


"That's much better." The woman praised the dark haired boy. "If you want to help me, please follow me and bring your little friend."


Without hesitation Kevin grabbed Eric by the wrist and pulled him along as he followed after the middle aged mother he'd like to fuck.


The trio made their way down the aisle and past the indifferent crowd. Everyone seemed to be chatting amongst thenselves as they waited for the show to begin. None of the digital denizens seemed to be paying any mind or attention to the two boys and the woman. After about a minute, Kevin and Eric were lead towards a door that was near by the main stage. This was where the older woman stopped, opening the door and gesturing for Kevin and Eric to go in.


"Right this way."


"Sure thing!"


"But what's in there?"


Eric stopped, planting his sneaker clad feet onto the tiled surface, not wanting to go any further until he at least got an answer to his question.


"Your little friend is starting to annoy me." The woman stated in an exasperated tone before continuing. "We don't have time for stupid questions. Just go inside and I'll be right behind you."


"Yes, ma'am!" Kevin replied with a smile, yanking with all of his might on Eric's arm, bringing the blond teen tumbling forward until the two teens fell past the treshold of the room.


Without warning, the door slammed shut behind them, trapping them inside.


"What the fuck, bro?" Eric whined as he rubbed his sore ass.


"You're the one being a little bitch!" Kevin shot back. "Now that chick isn't going to come in here and let us fuck her!"


An all encompassing female laugh whirled around the boys, echoing throughout the empty space, laughing like she had heard the funniest joke of her entire life. The woman who had ushered them into the room suddenly appeared in front of them once more, literally materializing out of thin air.


"You think I'd let a pair of little girls like you fuck me?" She asked in a condescending tone. "I prefer my men built like Arnold Schwarzenegger, not limp wristed ladies like you."


All of a sudden the room flicked and glitched for a brief moment before returning to its former high definition state. However, the once barren room was now filled with dozens of other young man, all slender and nude saved for their cock cages and train bras. Each one was busy with doing their make up as they stood in front of mirrors which lined the walls. A literal wall of frilly dresses flanked the row of boys, each dress waiting to be picked out and worn.


"What the fuck?!"


"Dude, this is like, worse than a gay porn." Eric stated as he looked up at Kevin who was struggling to keep it together. Out of nowhere the blond stoner felt his button lift off of the cold wooden floor as his underwear was literally inflating. "Umm, I don't want to say anything, but we're back in diapers again..."


"No, not this again!" Kevin practically screamed as he pawed at his pink princess themed pamper.


"Why do those guys get to be naked and we got to wear diapers?" Eric asked the strange woman who was grinning an ear to ear smile.


"Maybe because they're not little baby girls that can't keep their pathetic cocks from wetting their panties."


As if on cue, both Eric and Kevin started to piss their pampers. The blond merely sat there while his diaper bulged outwards, absorbing the puddle he was producing like a sponge. Kevin, on the other hand, was growing even more upset and dismayed by the fact that his bladder had seeming given up on him without a warning. It was bad enough that this chick was talking shit on him for his feminine physique, but now his body was literally acting like the toddler she had deemed him as.


"You two princesses going to sit there or does mommy have to dress you too?"


Eric and Kevin both looked at each other, not sure what was worse. The very idea of actually, willfully, picking out dresses and putting them on seemed far worse than being forced into them. At least, when someone was forcing you to do something, you could tell yourself that you had no choice; you were forced to do it. However, having to be dressed by someone else was practically admitting that you weren't mature enough to do it yourself, thus proving that you were too imature to do a simple task.


Like much of the events of this terrible day, Kevin came to the conclusion that he truly had no choice, no freedom to decide his fate in the matter. No matter which "choice" he picked, he would still end up dressed like an overgrown baby doll which is exactly what the house seemingly wanted. He was just a pawn in this chess game of perversion after all. As such, he gave the woman an answer.


"Dress me."


"What was that, little Kasey?" The woman put her hand up to her ear. "Speak up, mommy can't hear you."


"DRESS ME DAMN IT!"


A rambunctious bout of laughter came from the effeminate and emasculated boys who were currently getting dressed. For whatever reason, Kevin and Eric had gone unnoticed by the skinny boys until now. A few pointed while laughing at the baby sissies. Despite the fact that they were all apart of this junior drag queen show, the fact that Kevin and Eric were now somehow beneath the others really bothered Kevin.


"Enough laughing at the babies or you're all going over my knee!" The firm woman threatened.


Suddenly, all laughter ceased and the blushing boys went back to picking out their frill and lace covered dresses.


"Okay, Princess. Mommy is going to get you dressed for the beauty pageant."


Kevin felt like he had become clay in her hands as she lifted him up and started to dress him in a pair of stocking that easily covered his balloon sized butt. Next came make up and hair. He didn't want to see what she was doing to him and closed his eyes, trying to will himself away from this digital purgatory he was a prisoner in. The slick, smooth interior carassed his bare chest as he felt a thick mass of material cling to his thin frame. Obviously, she was putting him into the dress he was destined to walk down the runway in. This fact only served to make him clench his eyes tighter and start to pray that this was all a terrible nightmare.


"Dude, why are you letting her dress you?"


Kevin heard Eric's voice over the commotion of the dressing room, asking him such an odd question.


'Wasn't she going to dress him too?'


Curiosity got the better of the dark haired teen, causing him to open his eyes and see that Eric had dressed himself. The blond was sporting a big blond wig and a light blue party dress that wrapped around his lilith frame like a glove. Speaking of gloves, he had one a pair of matching white evening gloves which perfectly matched his white stockings. If not for the bloated diaper peeking out from underneath his petticoats, Kevin would've sworn that Eric was a chick from the nineteen twenties going to a fancy night on the town.


"What the fuck, man?!" Kevin spat. "You dressed yourself?"


"Yeah." Eric answered in an oblivious tone. "I'm not a baby, bro."


"Enough chit chat my little girls. It's time to shine!"


To Be Continued...