Sim Sissy ][ - Pt. 06

To my dear readers, maybe still a little slow story, this part, but you shouldn't skip it, read it and enjoy it. Important things happen and we can enjoy some games from the European Soccer Championship from last summer.

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The weekend, Saturday.

Miss Amalia had sent me all different reports and data about the computers. It was a whole puzzle I had to create. At the end of the day I received a new mail, she apparently had sent someone past all the locations in the morning to count all computers and desktop. The mail said that I should receive the rest on monday. All computers should be checked, all old hardware should be replaced and preferably the machines in the offices should be the best ones.

With the numbers of computers present I could already make an estimate how much time I would need, or Suzanne. I had several disk-docks, USB-sticks and cradles available for data-transfer. I already had learned she used a microsoft 365 license for the company so I didn't need to sell office-licenses to them again. And if they had used it correctly I hoped all important data would be on OneDrive. I made a remark to offer that as an extra implementation.

It was warm this weekend so I was only wearing a small pink skirt and some thongs. Had I dressed as Johan I would have needed shorts and boxers, though just as Johan I was walking topless of course.

Earlier I had 'teamed' with Paul, he was getting an old friend over this weekend. And Mistress Angel had been invited by the Bitch Club for a weekend in Brugge in Belgium. They regularly send me videos and photos. I feared what would happen later today because they sure drank a lot of wine. I already had seen proof that one of the girls had taken off her panties in some department store.

It was hot and sexy to know but also very disturbing.

Every now and then Mistress Angel would call, asking to find if there was some kind of shop, or to buy tickets to the canal-rides online. I also had to make reservations for them for dinner, she treated me like her private assistant.

When I was ready with the preliminary calculations I had an estimate that two weeks should suffice for all the replacements for all the locations. That meant however that I would have to make sure all computers were pre-installed and entered. They had no network-server present. I might be able to get that in as a second project in the near future?

The bitch-club was sending messages to me once more. They showed me a photo where the quirky one, the one they called Kawaii, was now wearing a tight dress in a Spanish flag-design. Oh yes, the European Soccer Championship. I checked the schedule and right now it was Spain versus Croatia and later Italy versus Albania.

"Hey kissy kissy, what do you think? if Spain loses, she's gonna take it off here. What do you think the score will be? What do you think the score will be? Dare to place a bet?"

I wrote back.

"Spain will definitely win."

"Okay wise-ass. What will be the score."

Ehm, okay, did I want to answer now? It felt like I was walking into a trap. Fuck, I also knew nothing of soccer. What would be a good option?

"Three - Zero"

"Okay Kissy Kissy. If Spain loses, Kawaii will strip and suck a dude for each goal against them. You'll tongue kiss all of us for a minute per goal because you also think Spain will win.

If Spain wins, she'll keep the dress on tonight. We all have made a bet on the score, write this down. Cas 0-0, eL 1-0, Sam 2-0, Kawaii 2-1, Kissy 3-0, C.B. 3-1.

Whoever has the right score gets the right to strip the dress off from Kawaii next Thursday. For every missed goal, you'll drink a shot. If you dare. We will now drink a shot per goal, maybe you'll do too?"

Shit, these girls were dangerous. I sincerely hoped for Kawaii, the cute little one, that Spain would win. Would she really strip her dress if Spain would lose? Did she like the idea, it sounded exciting, being toyed with, getting exposed in public. The thrill I had felt more than once during my assignments from Mistress Angel.

I typed OK back and turned on the TV to watch the game. I didn't like the idea of shots, but I decided I could definitely pour myself a glass of chilled sweet white wine.

I didn't know any of these players, but apparently I had guessed correctly because during the first half Spain led with three goals to none.

During the second half I hoped the score would stay the same and it did. My prediction had come true. Good.

A new message congratulated me. A picture of Kawaii with a Spanish flag dress sticking her tongue out to the camera. Her tits tried to pop out, her nipples were clearly visible.

"Next round Kissy, Italy Albania. what do you think, we're already writing our scores."

Quick, eh, Italy was of course stronger, should I once more send "Three - Zero"

I did.

"No bitch, Cas has already taken 3-0, eL 2-0 Kawai 2-1, Sam 1-2, C.B. 1-0. Pick another score"

Okay that left not much possibilities. I chose 3-1, definitely that Italy would win.

"Yeah Kissy Kissy. Kawaii has no Italy-dress, so she'll suck a cock per wrong goal if Italy loses. Since Sam thinks Albania will win, she will take off her panties if Italy wins. If Italy loses we all lose our panties of course. And next Thursday for every missed goal, a shot."

I okayed the rules, I would have no problem with taking off my thongs here at home now because Italy would win. I poured me another glass of wine, it gave me a delicious buzz and I noticed the bottle was reaching empty.

I watched the game, drank wine, ate some crackers and chips and Italy won 2-1. Lucky Kawaii, she had won this round, I would get one shot next thursday to drink.

I received a text from the girls. A video where Samantha was pulling her underwear away underneath her skirt. I didn't like Sam that much, she was threatening but this was kinda hot to see.

"Hey Kissy Kissy, Netherlands tomorrow, if you show us you're taking off your panties now, you can choose the first score tomorrow."

Okay, maybe I could find some information on what the best possible outcome would be. And if I filmed it correctly, my cage would remain invisible. The wine had boosted my confidence.

"Okay." I replied.

I was wearing a skirt and a thong and further I was topless. So I quickly took a shirt, matching the skirt, placed the camera on a gimbal and started filming.

I made sure my face and chest remained out of view and stripped my thong, I let them drop to the ground, picked them up, showed them to the camera and tossed them away.

I checked the clip, scanned for everything, nothing was wrong so I sent it.

"Yeah Kissy Kissy. We will all wear orange tomorrow, so you should also wear orange. Now later because we're gonna party now until we're all drunk.

Oh, guess what this stain is."

Another photo arrived, showing Kawaii in her Spain-flag dress, a wet spot that looked like ejaculate around her breasts. Had she blown a guy? My mouth went dry with the idea. Oh fuck, these girls were dangerous.

I zapped through other channels, nothing was on so I decided to get to bed. The mess I would clean up tomorrow. Now Bed, I was really tired.

Sunday

I had slept pretty bad. I can handle a single glass of wine easily but yesterday I had drank a whole bottle of wine. And I had felt pretty euphoric, feeling a connection with my Mistress and her friends, all over Brugge in Belgium. The celebration and the excitement of the game.

All night I had been thinking about this Kawaii. She had been familiar enough and I knew I had seen her at school, also the other girls, yes, I remembered them as friends from Mistress Angel. I guessed they had taken another direction in education?

When I decided to get out of bed I checked myself, I had slept with the makeup on so i needed to clean that up and also my pillowcase, it was smeared with lipstick. I gathered my Suzanne clothing from yesterday but couldn't find my thong.

Oh yes, the dare. I checked my phone once more and rewatched the clip. Lighting was bad, angle wrong, if this had been an assignment from my mistress, I would have scored negative. But for this occasion it had been perfect.

I decided to take a shower. Next I put on a negligee, a lace see through pink-one I had recently bought via Shein. I collected all the laundry and put it in the washing machine.

Then I searched the living room for the missing thong but I couldn't find it yet. Well, washing takes time, I would find it later and then wash it with a new batch.

I started the program and walked to the kitchen. A couple of glasses of water, tea and some crackers.

The paracetamol was beginning to work and I felt human again.

I checked my phone once more.

A new mail from my Mistress.

"Excellent job yesterday Sim Sissy.

Don't forget what you promised for today. Send in your prediction, dress in something orange and send proof.

You'll meet the girls next thursday. You've already scored one shot and you'll get to strip Kawaii. I wonder what will happen next.

I advise you not to lose your skirt or dress, I don't want my friends yet to know that you're just a pathetic and locked sissy.

I'll drop off my laundry tomorrow so you can clean it and bring it with you on Thursday.

You're lucky you don't have to do the laundry of Kawaii, though I think she lost all her panties here somewhere in Brugge.

Don't forget your predictions and an orange dress."

Yes, fuck, okay, no problem.

I remembered my parents had somewhere a crate with all kinds of festive stuff. Flags for birthdays, signs, christmas-stuff, and if I remembered correctly there were also some orange giveaways from a couple of years ago, probably still packed.

My mom always collected free stuff with the idea of giving it to someone else, usually no one wanted it and then she couldn't throw it away. Those boxes were in the attic in the garage. I'd scout it out after my breakfast. After that I would start on the prediction.

When I entered the attic it was clear what box contained the orange stuff. There were roar-hoadies, plush orange lions. But then, the find I apparently was looking for.

An orange dress, from a beer-commercial, Bavaria. There were two, still neatly packed in the original plastic.

This would be perfect. I took the two dresses in plastic, replaced the container and walked towards my room. I undressed and unpacked a dress and put it on.

I looked in the mirror and fuck, this was a sexy dress. The cloth was tight, if only I had real tits and ass, it emphasized my curves perfectly.

Yes, this one would be perfect. Okay. I undressed and started with the prediction for the score, what would be the best option, I had first choice.

The Dutch players were notorious for being good but losing at the worst moments. The Polish players weren't the best, but they had passion. The odds of Poland winning were low but not zero. Would it be a tie?

I decided to go for zero one since the game was Poland vs Netherlands. I messaged the girls my prediction.

I immediately received a message back.

"Proof you're going to wear orange"

I sent a screenshot back from the orange dress on my bed.

"Nice, also send a picture when you're wearing it."

Yes, I was excited about all this.

I decided to return to the garage and get some orange flags and other stuff, I would cheer up the room some more. Maybe I would let them hang in the room when the Dutch team would keep winning.

Whenever there was talk about the European Championship, my mom and dad still talked about the event in 1988. Everybody went crazy.

In the years afterwards it became a tradition for streets to turn orange but they never had won anymore.

I didn't think my parents would object, especially if they won the first game.

When I was finished with the decorations I decided to go on the make-up tour. In the box there were several make-up tools, a red-white-blue make-up marker for creating the Dutch flag, of course orange was present also.

I checked myself in the mirror and decided to go all orange. I would paint my toenails orange and also my fingernails. I had several types of nail polish I could quickly remove. Orange lipstick, yes, also present. I first started with some concealer on my face. Next, everything I could plaster on my face in the orange style went on.

Then I put on my fake breasts. I had some slightly orange colored underwear. Not the most sexy but it worked. Finally the orange dress. Oh, I looked in the mirror and it was sexy.

I put on the wig and styled it. I took my phone, held it in front of my face so I couldn't be recognized but the dutch flags on my cheeks were showing and shot a picture.

I send it to the girls, with the text

"I'm ready."

After ten minutes I received a message back

"Perfect.

Kissy 0-1, Cas 1-2, eL 0-2, Sam 1-1 Kawaii 1-0 Meg 1-3

If the Dutch lose, everyone but Kawaii will wear the orange outfit from today and will be stripped by Kawaii. She already lost her dress to you. Sam goes for a tie, same rules. if the Dutch win, Sam will lose her dress by the winner on thursday. For every missed goal, you'll get a shot.

We decided on Goldstrike for the shots. Since your new Kissy, you're to bring a bottle and enough shot-glasses. Enjoy the game."

It was accompanied by a photo of the girls, all wearing orange clothes.

After another ten minutes, I received a new message.

"We showed your picture to a lot of guys, everyone of them wants to fuck you, even if the Dutch would lose. Shame you're not here with us."

I looked around in the living room. A good thing I was here. Orange decorations, orange me, orange food (paprika, cheese, cheeto's and hamka's) and a chilled bottle of white wine. Check.

The game was about to begin, I was ready.

This was exciting and I felt anxious when Poland scored within the first fifteen minutes. Oh no, this was bad. Just before the end of the first half the Dutch scored, now it was a tie.

This was good news for Sam, but bad for us. I also had one shot added so I was now on two shots on thursday. I hoped for another goal for the Dutch team.

I had never watched soccer, my dad didn't watch it much and usually only games like these were on the TV at our home. But I felt the excitement grow. It became fun. When finally the score went to one-two I cheered. Now it was hoping the Polish wouldn't score and neither the Dutch. Three shots of Goldstrike would be waiting for me on Thursday.

When the game was finished I received messages from the girls in Brugge again. They told me they would go on a binge before taking the tour bus back home, wished me a good weekend and until Thursday. I wished them a lot of fun and told them I would love to meet them next Thursday also.

When I was thinking about what to watch now,

I suddenly heard the door open.

What. My parents? No, they would usually return home after having dinner, around eight or nine o'clock.

"Johan, we're home. watched the game, I noticed all the flags, Liked the game..."

My mom walked into the room, saw me in an orange dress on the couch and stopped talking. I completely froze.