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Alice in Thunderland is a nerdy, sci-fi, fantasy, bdsm, romance.
If you are not nerdy or into sci-fi fantasy, you can skim through the first half and go directly to the playroom scene. The BDSM is traditional and timeless. It involves all aspects – BD, DS, delete me; delete me’ and you will be returned to your normal reality.”
Alice frowned slightly at the weird escape command and started to ask a question, but before she could speak, the young man pointed further down the path and said, “As you go further into Thunderland, you will encounter a series of doors. Each set of doors is a choice you make that shapes your reality. Because this is an alpha test version, the choices are not reversible on this trip through Thunderland, so choose wisely.”
He then stepped back behind the counter and he and the counter disappeared. She was now standing beneath a summer sky filled with white puffy clouds. A brick pathway wound into the hills ahead. As Alice started down the path, all she could think of was the song from “The Wizard of Oz,” about following the yellow brick road. She halfway expected to see Munchkins capering along beside her.
As she reached the top of the hill, she could see in the valley below a tremendous stone wall that stretched out to the horizon in both directions. There were a series of wooden doors in the wall. She followed the path to the wall and then walked back and forth in front of the it reading Bahçelievler travesti the words deeply carved into each door. There were six doors labeled, “Combat Games, Nature Games, Real World Games, Brain Games, Sci-Fi Games, and Sex Games.”
She immediately eliminated “Combat Games”. Since she was a small child, she had firmly opposed using her skills for war.
“Brain Games” was also quickly eliminated. That was not an alternate reality for her. Her life was one brain game after another.
“Real World Games” was likewise eliminated. Why come to an alternate reality just to experience the real world?
“Nature Games” was tempting. But she didn’t get along with animals any better than she did other people, so she also discarded that choice.
That left the last two doors, “Sci-Fi Games” and “Sex Games”. She stood in front of the wall slowly turning her head slightly from “Sci-Fi” to “Sex”. Finally she said aloud, “So, do I expand my outer nerd or my inner slut?”
She laughed aloud as she pushed open the “Sex Games” door. On the other side of the door, the sky was totally clear and a hot sun shone down on an almost arid terrain. Another wall ran from horizon to horizon. This wall had only three doors- “Romantic, Vanilla, and Kinky”.
“This is a very interesting menu system,” she said aloud, not knowing who or what could hear her. “I am impressed.”
The three doors Bahçelievler travestileri were close together and she stood in front of “Vanilla” glancing back and forth between “Romantic” and “Kinky”. “I know I’m not Romantic,” she said, still speaking to the program or whoever. “But am I Vanilla or Kinky?”
“More importantly,” she said a little louder, “do I want to experience Vanilla or Kinky sex games?”
On the other side of the “Kinky” door, the sun was hotter and the ground was desert sand. There were three more doors, “Fetish, BDSM, and Non-consensual.”
“I feel like a pearl,” she said with a giggle. “Each door I go through peels off another layer revealing more of my inner self.”
“Fetish?” she asked aloud. “That could be about anything. There’re probably doors on the other side that say “Scat, Panties, Golden Showers, High Heels, and… whatever.”
“Non-consensual?” she asked as she moved to stand in front of that door. “I guess that is everything from reluctance to rape.”
“BDSM?” She laughed as she remembered an online argument she had once had with someone who insisted that it actually should be BD-DS-SM because BDSM encompasses Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, and Sado-Masochism.
As she opened the door, she was even expecting three more doors which said “BD, DS, and SM” or something similar, but instead there were only two doors in the Travesti Bahçelievler next wall. One door was painted a dark red and had three rows of large gold letters. The first row said, “Top.” Beneath that was the word “Dom,” and beneath that was the word “Master.”
The other door was a medium shade of gray on which were three rows of smaller words painted in flat black. The top row said, “Bottom.” The next said, “Sub,” and the next read, “Slave.” What really got Alice’s attention, however, was the even smaller script beneath the word “Slave.” In what looked like her own handwriting, it read, “Alice, enter here to be totally overwhelmed.”
On the other side of the gray door was a small room. It was actually more of a vestibule or hallway than a room. There were mirrors on one side and a counter on the other behind which seemed to be a coat- or perhaps costume- room. The young man from the entrance was standing behind the counter.
“A few minor final decisions,” he said, “and then you are ready. First, how do you want to experience this reality? You can be anything or anyone you want to be. Just tell me and the program will change you to be what you request.”
“Can I be myself?” asked Alice.
“Of course,” the young man replied. “And how do you wish to be dressed?” He waved his hand toward the rows and rows of coats and dresses behind him. “Whatever you wish is what you will have,” he said brightly.
Alice looked at herself in the mirrors and for the first time realized that she was naked. Actually, it was the first time she realized that she even had a body in this reality. “When I walk through that final door, I’m a slave? Right?” she asked.
“That is what you have chosen,” the young man replied in his measured tone.