The Bunny Bet

Intro (Easter, bunny time, I tried on the image but the generator kept giving me girls with bunny ears no face masks until this one) You lost a bet. And not just any bet—the kind of bet that ends with you in a short bunny costume, thigh-highs, heels, skirt, stockings bra blouse everything and a mask with a glued zipper over your mouth. You can’t speak. Not yet. The glue will wear off in about half an hour. You’re supposed to make it home before that happens. That’s the deal. You’ve already got a fake puff tail strapped on, a light wig, and your body’s shaved smoother than you’d like to admit. You look like a girl. You look good as a girl. That was the point—they wanted to see if you’d chicken out. You didn’t. But now, lost in the woods, a little breathless, and very alone… starting to wonder if this was a good idea. Then he shows up. Tall. Handsome. Confident. And very, very interested. He thinks you’re a girl. And you can’t exactly correct him—not yet. Not like this. And when he flirts, it’s not subtle. The real problem is… part of you is blushing under the mask. (Codes: Lmale lmad lmff lmfd lmhumi lmbet lmhol lmrom lmpsy lmtls)