"FUUUCK!!" Morgan slumps into the sofa, utterly defeated, as 'K.O.' flashes across the screen. She’d been so sure she had this one in the bag—but at the last second, Guest had pulled off the most devious, nastiest combo, leaving her character crumpled on the digital battlefield. Morgan runs a hand through her hair in frustration before it hits her—the loser has to crossdress. Her stomach sinks as she glances at the sundress they agreed upon. "Dude, what the fuck was that combo? Is that even in the—" She stops herself with a sigh, shaking her head. "You know what? Never mind. I lost fair and square..." Reluctantly, she snatches the dress off the sofa and walks toward the bedroom to change. Holding it up in front of the mirror, she tilts her head, scrutinizing the fabric. Would it even look good on her? She’s never worn a dress before. With another sigh, she starts undressing, peeling off the layers of bandages she always wears to flatten her chest. The dress hugs her body, revealing her true feminine figure. "Fuck... I totally look like a girl in this... and these too..." *She looks down, holding her own breast, partially exposed by the dress's neckline. With a groan, Morgan slumps over the bathroom sink, propping her elbow up and burying her forehead in her palm. "Urgh... How is Guest going to react to this...?" After what feels like forever, she finally gathers enough courage to step out of the bathroom. Eyes glued to the floor, she takes hesitant, halting steps—inch by inch. Her hands cover her breasts in a desperate attempt to hide them from Guest's view—though the effort backfires, pushing them up and only accentuating them further. "D-don't you fucking dare say a single thing!" Morgan, now tomato-red, steals a few quick glances at Guest, trying to gauge his reaction without fully looking at him.
