It was another sunny and exhaustingly hot day for Roll. Another rocket lifted off
just to explode. It had been a year since Megaman had gone to Elysium to stop Sera from
activating the carbon reinitialization program and it seems like her and Tron's efforts to
build a rocket that will get them there and bring Megaman back are going nowhere. Roll's
fashion sense was the same, a red top that would show her midriff and matching shorts, with
the legs rolled up, except she had taken to leaving off the black undersuit, so that her
navel and more of her legs are visible. It wasn't because she wanted to show off more skin.
The constant ignition of rockets and explosions made things a little hotter than she liked.
She also left her hat off for the same reason.
She ran her fingers through her spikey blonde hair and sighed. "Another failure."
She said to Tron as her green eyes looked Tron over. Roll was jealous of Tron's looks. The
two were about the same age, yet Tron looked more mature than she did. Tron wore her usual
outfit, black jacket with a pink t-shirt with the Bonne's silver skull emblem adorning her
breasts, black pants with a metal plate between her legs, and those bright pink shoes. "At
this rate Megaman will be waiting forever." Tron said as she looked back at Roll. The two
had grown closer over the last year. Tron had apologized for everything that her and the
other Bonnes had done to Megaman and her. The two were more or less like sisters now.
A voice boomed over a PA system they had set in place. "Miss Tron. Shall we set
up another rocket?" It was the voice of a servbot. Numerous have been lost over the year
of failued launches. Tron looked at Roll with her green eyes. "Should we try again, or call
it a day? It is late in the evening, but I'll let you decide." Roll nodded and sighed. "We
should stop for today. I need a shower." She wipes the sweat from her brow. Tron could see
that Roll was becoming more and more stressed with each failure. She knew that Roll had the
same feelings for Megaman that she had, so she knows how Roll feels.
Roll wasted no time in getting to the bathroom and stripping away her sweat
soaked clothes. She threw them in a hamper along one of the walls of the Flutter. She
twisted the knobs and got the water's temperature the way that she likes it and layed her
head against the wall, under the nozzle, and let the warm water cascade down her. Roll
wanted to cry, but she refused to let herself do so. She was a strong girl. She had to be.
After soaping up and washing off, Roll steps out and wraps a red towel around herself, and
uses another to dry her hair. Before getting in the shower, she had set out her pink
pajamas, with hat, and some underwear. The underwear was white and the bra had
a pink bow between the cups, while the panties had one on the center of the waistband.
After Roll had gotten on the bra and panties, she starts to brush her teeth.
Suddenly the door opened and Tron's face turns red as she sees Roll in her current attire.
"I'm sorry." She said nervously as she closes the door. Roll's face was just as red as
Tron's. "No, wait Tron. We're both girls so it's okay for you to be in here with me." The
door slowly opened and Tron stepped in before closing it softly. "Actually..." Roll spits
and places her toothbrush in the holder on the wall above the sink. "...I would like to
talk with you." Roll said as she turned to face Tron. "Roll, are you okay?" Tron asks as
she places a hand on Roll's shoulder. Roll nods and smiles a bit, then she sighs. "Do you
think that we will ever get to Elysium?" Roll asks as she turns her eyes down to the floor.
Tron smiles. "All we have to do is figure out why the refracters keep feeding too much
energy into the engines and making them overheat. For a couple of geniuses like us, that
should be easy." Roll looks back at Tron. Tron just noticed that Roll's hair was straight,
and not spikey like it normally is. She thought Roll looked cute with her hair down like
"We're running out of zenny to buy new parts, and we haven't found a decent
digger that can go into the more dangerous ruins to find more refracters. I feel like we're
working against ourselves." Tron felt saddened as she listened to Roll. "You love him,
don't you?" Tron asked as she starts to remove her jacket. Roll's face turned a deep
crimson as Tron started to remove her pink shirt. "Wh-what? What are you talking about?"
Roll was taken aback by the statement and what Tron was doing. Tron's shirt joined Roll's
clothes in the hamper, and Tron stood in her pants, purple lacy bra, and shoes. "Megaman.
You're in love with him aren't you?" Roll nodded and looked saddened. "I am, but he
probably wants a girl that looks more like you." Roll places her hands over her almost flat
chest. "Not someone with the figure of an ironing board." Tron was in fact better endowed
than Roll was. Tron laughs and shakes her head. "Having breasts my size isn't as great as
you might think. They get in the way when working on things."
Tron started to remove her shoes, then her pants. She stood in her matching
lingerie. Her panties were of the thong veriety. Roll wasn't as bold as Tron was, that was
for sure. "You don't need a figure like mine to win him over. The fastest way to his heart
is by envading his dreams." Tron places a hand behind her head and the other onto her hip,
then leans forward a bit and winks at Roll. "You have to look and act so sexy that he'll
see you, even when he sleeps." Roll blushed and then sighed while shaking her head. "I'm
not as bold as you. I can't wear sexy underwear with a figure like this." Hearing that,
Tron can't help but feel a little upset. "I may be able to fix that. I have a few sets of
lingerie in our sub. KTOX was going to have an adult entertainment block. Teasal wanted to
hit a shipment from the studio and the score turned out to be a load of sexy underwear and
lots of sex toys. Teasal didn't do his homework on that one." Tron sighs at the humiliating
memory as Roll starts to brush her hair. "I guess I can try some on, if you think it will
help me impress Megaman." Roll runs the brush slowly through her hair, paying attention to
every detail of her hair as she does. "You can start by leaving your hair down. You look
so much cuter that way." Roll stops brushing and blushes as she looks at Tron in the
mirror. As tron starts to remove her underwear, she looks at Roll. "I'm getting in the
shower. Could you leave please?" Tron asks as she gets into the shower and closes the
shower door. "We'll go to the sub tomorrow." Roll hears Tron say as she gathers up her PJs
and rushes to her room.
After entering her room and putting her pink pajamas on, she lays in her bed and
turns her new TV set on. She wasn't looking for anything in particular. Her thoughts often
went back to Tron's words. "You look so much cuter that way." Her mind was focused on that
while she was flipping through channels She stopped on a mystery crime show. It was on
KTOX of course, as that seems to be the only television network. The protagonist was on the
hunt for a kidnapped beauty queen. The detective mentioned that it could be an admirer of
hers, or a rival for the tiara. He looked like the usual cheesy detective, brown trench
coat, with matching hat, and with a tendancy to narrate everything. He was talking with
the police chief about some evidence that he had found. "The culprit wanted us to think
that reaverbots had gotten her. It was a bad idea to host the pageant in ruins, and the
perp played that to his, or her, advantage." Roll was about to change the channel, when the
scene changed. The victim was bound to a chair with ropes, and struggling quite profusely,
to no avail of course. She had a white cloth tied tightly around her head, between her
teeth, forcing her lips to stay parted. She was wearing what looked to be a white one piece
swimsuit. Tears streamed from her azure colored eyes, and her blonde hair waved as she
struggled. She was crying into the gag for her kidnapper to let her go. Roll became
entranced by the scene. She felt warmth start to eminate, and pulse within her. She was
becoming aroused at the scene.
Roll couldn't take her eyes off of the screen. She looks carefully at the rope
work confining the beauty to the chair. Ropes trapped her arms to the arms of the chair.
They wrapped her wrists and forearm, just before her elbow. The woman's body was trapped
by ropes circling it, above and below her breasts, and over her arms, making it so she had
no chance of standing. The scsene never showed below her waist, so Roll didn't get to see
if the woman's legs were bound in anyway. In the background, a shadow of the captor could
be seen. Sounds of static, like tape ripping from a roll was heard as the shadow stretched
out a line of what one could assume to be tape of some kind. The captive shook her head,
even more tears flowing down her lovely face. Gloved hands entered the scene in front of
her with a grey duct tape strip in the fingers of one hand and the roll in the other. The
strip was still connected to the roll. The strip found it's way to the captives cheek and
was stuck over the rolled white cloth that was used to cleave gag her, then over her lips
as the tape was spun around her head. After meeting the portion already stuck, the captor
tore the tape and smoothed it over the beginning of the wrap. "You don't deserve that
tiara. You don't even deserve to breathe." A raspy voice was heard along with more static
ripping sounds. Roll's mind raced with what could be in store for the beauty. The hands
return to the front of the beauties face with a small piece of the grey tape. It was placed
on the edge of her nose and smoothed over her nostrils, preventing her from breathing. The
music changed from a soft hum, to violins screeching as the kidnapped beauty queen fought
for the air she desparately needed to live.
Roll moaned as she saw that and her arousal grew even more. She had never felt
it before. Her hand was sliding slowly down the front of her pajamas. Slowly, inching down
to the area where she was feeling the most heat, and moisture. Suddenly a knock is heard.
Roll shrieks and jumps from the sudden loud rasping at her door. Her arousal was suddenly
gone due to the shock. Her heavy breathing slowed as she looked at her door in wonderment.
"Come in." She said, then the door opened. Professor Berral, Roll's grandpa, walked in as
Roll turned her attention back to the show that had her vexxed a moment ago. The woman's
thrashing ceased and she slumped in the chair, motionless. The scene changed back to the
detective as Berral neared Roll. He was bald on top with a metal plate on the left side
of his scalp, with white, long eyebrows, and a mustache and beard to match. He still liked
to wear his brown vest and pants. "Ah, detective Rockman. One of my favorite shows." Berral
then looked down at Roll. "May I sit?" He asked her and motioned toward her bed. "She turns
to look at him and nods silently. she was still trying to figure out what had made her feel
that way. She had never felt that before. Barrel sat and looked at Roll. "Roll..." He said
softly. "...you've been pushing yourself harder than usual the last few weeks." He places
a hand softly onto her shoulder. "I know that you are wanting to see Megaman again, but I
don't think he would want to come back to see you exhausted." Roll looks at her grandpa in
a mix of anger and sadness. "I know grandpa, but he could be hurt up there, mother, Yuna
could be hurt as well." Her thoughts returned to the event that angered her the most. Data,
Megaman's memory storage unit, shaped like a monkey, had returned to give them the news
that Megaman was successful in deactivating the carbon reinitialization program. He said
that only he could return in an escape pod because the servitor unit that powered the ship
that Megaman and Yuna used to get to Elysium, was gone. Her thoughts jumped to, "Why didn't
Megaman, or Yuna use it instead?" Yuna, was ofcourse, the mother unit who was using the
body of Roll's mother, Matilda, as a vessal while her body was inactive. Roll knew that
only Data could store the schematics and blue prints of the rockets that the ancients used
to travel to space, but she was still angry about it.
"Roll, why don't you take a break for a few days. If you get wound any tighter,
you may break under the strain." Roll nods, and stays silent. "I know that you are a strong
girl Roll, but crying doesn't mean weakness. Let it out if you need to." Her grandpa always
knew how to read her. She had felt like crying for a long time now. At those words, the dam
that was holding back the flood for so long, gave way and tears rolled down her face as she
hugged her grandpa. She sobbed and wept softly as Berral softly stroked the back of her
head, over the pink cap of her pajamas. "Please relax until you can find a way to release
some of your stress. You and Tron are getting along so well. Maybe you two could have a
girls day out." Roll's thoughts turned to what Tron had suggested in the bathroom. She
sniffles and pulls away from her grandpa while wiping away the last few tears that remain.
"Tron was saying the same thing. She offered to give me a makeover." She stopped there, not
wanting her grandpa to know the natureof the makeover. "I see. Is it to impress Megaman?"
Berral jokes and laughs a bit. She blushed. Her grandpa had read her feelings perfectly.
She wanted to know how he did that. "I'm sure Megaman will like whatever the new you will
look like." He told her as he stands up. "You've worked hard today, you'd best get some
rest for your relaxing day tomorrow." He leaves the room. After the door shuts, Roll turns
off her TV and lays down. Her thoughts turn to the show and that scene. What had made her
feel that way? She soon drifted off to sleep as she pondered what that feeling could have
Roll awakens to Data bouncing up and down beside her, on her bed. "Mmmm Data?"
She asks as she wipes the sleep from her eyes. "Ki kiii. Good morning Roll. Let's give it
our best today." Data hops down and bounces out of the room. Annoyed, Roll gets out of her
bed and stretches a bit. She wondered what Tron had planned for their "girls day out". She
knew that she would be getting a sexy new makeover, but she wondered just what kind of sexy
lingerie KTOX would have used for their late night adult programming. She shook the images
from her mind and undressed. She peeled off the pink top to her pajamas to reveal her bra,
the same white one with the pink bow between the cups. She looks at it in the mirror. "It
really does make me look like a little girl." She places her hands over her chest and she
heaves a sigh as her hands move down to the hem of her pajama pants. she slowly slides them
down to reveal her panties. "Tron knows more about looking sexy than I do. Hopefully she
can make me look irresistable to Megaman."She picks up and folds her pajamas neatly, the
sets them at the foot of her bed, after making it of course. Finally, she removes the hat
and places it with the pajamas. She moves over to the wardrobe where she keeps all of her
red outfits. "I think I'll leave out the undersuit again today." She thinks aloud as she
pulls out a clothes hanger with one of her many red ensambles hanging from it. After laying
it onto her bed, she pulls out a red hat from the shelf of the wardrobe, above the hanger
rack. Taking off the shorts from the hanger, she bends down, then steps into them. Roll
slides the short shorts up her long, skinny legs, then zips and buttons them. Next, her top
is put on. The top ends a few inches below her breasts, so her navel was exposed. It is
held closed by two large silver buttons in the front, one above the other. She sits on the
bed and slides her shoes out from under her bed. Data had placed them there before waking
her, like he usually does when she leaves them in the bathroom. She then realizes that she
didn't grab any socks. She sighs and taps her forehead with her knuckle. "What is wrong
with you today?" She asked herself. Her thoughts keep turning to the scene from that show.
After finally getting her shoes and socks on, Roll moves to place the hat on,
but then stopped. she was sitting in the chair at her vanity table, with an assortment of
beauty products. Trons words about her hair looking better straight than spikey like it
usually is. She places her hat onto an empty space in the middle of the table. She had
already placed on a clear lipstick that makes her lips shinier, and a little blush. Roll
had always kept a brush, hair gel, and a squirt bottle filled with water at her vanity
table to fix her hair with. "I think I'll try wearing my hair that way today." She thought
aloud as she wets her hair a little with the squirt bottle. She puts the bottle down and
takes the brush into her hand and begins to run it slowly through her hair. Roll makes sure
to catch every strand in the bristles of the brush, ensuring that no stray hairs poke out.
After her hair looks like it did after she had gotten out of the shower, she lays the brush
down and takes up the bottle of hair gel. She squirts a bit into her hand and rubs both of
them together, after setting the bottle down. She runs her gel soaked fingers through her
hair, before running her palms over it. Roll was more focused on what she was doing then
how she looked, but when she looked at herself, her face turned red before her very eyes.
Tron was right, she did look cuter that way. "It would be a shame to mess it up by wearing
you." She told her hat while taking it up and heading for her wardrobe, then placing it
back onto the shelf where she had gotten it from.
While walking down the hall, she bumps into Tron, who was on her way to Roll's
room. Tron smiles at Roll's new look. "I see that you took my advice." She said while
looking at Roll's hair from different angles. Roll felt a little embarrassed at that kind
of attention. Tron finally stops and stands in front of Roll with a smile. "Are you ready
to become Roll 2.0?" Roll laughed at the 2.0 bit, both girls being engineers. "Not yet.
We need to eat first." Tron was a bit disappointed at that, but nodded. "Breakfast is the
most important meal of the day. should I make it, or you?" Roll laughs and cocks an eyebrow
at Tron. "You'll burn it." Roll giggled and started to walk again. Tron nodded in agreement
and followed Roll. Tron was a bad cook and everyone knew it, even Tron herself. Megaman is
the one that usually cooked breakfast, so Roll had been doing it since he's been gone. The
sound frying eggs came from the kitchen as Tron sat at the table, happily thinking about
the way she might help Roll look sexier. She had always wanted a sister to do that with,
and Roll was the closest that she would get. "Breakfast is ready." Roll shouts after she
places the eggs and sausage onto a few plates for her and Tron. Roll walks into the dining
room and placed her plate onto the table, before sitting down. Tron frowned as she saw
that Roll had only brought her plate from the kitchen. "Where's mine?" She asked as she
eyed Roll and then the plate. "It's still in the kitchen, go and get it." Roll said as she
cuts the egg up, using the side of her fork. "You could have brought it with yours." Tron
huffs as she stands and moves towards the kitchen. "Do I look like a maid?" Roll asks.
Tron returns to the room and sits, ready to eat. "No, but I could make you look like one
during your little make over. Boys like little fetishy things like maids, nurses, and
school girls. There's a few costumes along with the lingerie."
Breakfast was quiet once the two had started eating. Roll's mind was racing with
thoughts of how she would look in some of the costumes, along with flashes of the scene
from that show. She couldn't get the image of the bound and gagged beauty queen's struggles
out of her mind. even the sounds of forks and knives scraping against plates were drowned
out by her imaginings and visions. Roll snapped out of it when she noticed Tron getting
up and taking her now empty plate to the kitchen. Roll's plate was almost empty as well. It
seems that she was mindlessly eating as her mind wandered. Roll hurridly finished what was
left and sprung from her chair, rushing into the kitchen to meet Tron, who was washing her
plate in the sink. Everyone washed what they used, it was kind of a rule. She waited for
Tron to finish before moving to wash her own plate and utensils. She wanted to ask Tron a
personal question ever since she saw Tron's underwear. "Um, Tron?" The words rolled from
her lips with obvious embarrassment in them. "Hmmm?" Tron asked with a low hum. "Have you
always worn underwear that looked like that?" She asked, her face glazed over in deep
crimson. Tron laughed and shook her head as she did. "Actually, no. I used to wear simple
ones like you." She left out the fact that she started wearing sexier things since meeting
Megaman. "Why did you start dressing that way?" Roll asked, her embarrassment subsiding
a bit. The dishes were already clean and set aside to dry. "I met a boy during one of our
pirate schemes. He captured my heart, but I was torn between family and love." Tron sighs.
She couldn't tell Roll that Megaman was the boy. Not now. "Are you ready?" Tron asked.
Roll knew what Tron was asking and smiled a bit as she nodded. Tron smiled back and used
her hand to motion for Roll to follow her.
The submerine was docked in the cape that was being used for the test launches,
so the two didn't have far to go from the Flutter, that was right next to the launching
site. The conversation on the way was mostly about the rockets that have failed and how to,
even though they were supposed to have a worry free day. Once inside however, Tron made a
weird comment that made Roll blush. "You know, we could enact one of your fantasies with
all of the adult products that we swiped." Tron then giggled and turned towards Roll. Roll
looked away with her face burned a deep crimson. at that moment, Tron knew that Roll had
something in mind, and all she had to do was find the right items to force a confession.
Nothing melted away stress like sexual satisfaction. Tron turned and motioned with her hand
to follow. "We're almost there. I have to admit, I want to see how sexy and cute you can
look myself." Roll remained quiet, the vision of the beaut queen dancing around in her
The rest of the trip was silent. Roll's blush didn't falter for an instant. Soon,
the two arrived in a room filled with boxes, marked with words of the contents, all in big
black bold letters. Some Read costumes, others lingerie, which is what they were there for,
and others read varieties of sex toys, such as dildos, vibrators, and BDSM. Tron stops in
front of a lingerie box, warrenting a halt from Roll as well. Tron turns around to face
Roll and smiles. "Here we are. Now start stripping while I open this box." Roll's face was a
deeper red now. She slowly started to remove her red clothing as Tron picked up a crowbar
that was placed mysteriously in front of the box. Tron must have visited last night and
selected a box to open, Roll thought.
Roll slowly starts to remove her top as she hears the crackle of the wooden box
being forced open by the metal crowbar that Tron was using. Her white bra came into view as
Tron turned to look. Roll blushed as she noticed Tron examining her bra. "You know? You do
have a certain charm about you with that innocent girl look, but I think you would look
better as a bad girl." Roll heard her say as she lowered her shorts to expose her white
undergarment. "Are you sure?" Roll asked as she reaches back to unsnap her bra. Tron nods
to her and smiles. Roll blushes and looks away, the BDSM crate catching her eye. Tron cocks
a brow when she notices the deepened blush on her rival. "So she must be curious about that
type of fetish." Tron thinks to herself. "We can bust open that crate after you change into
your new underwear." Tron smiles as Roll whips her head around to look at Tron after that
comment. Tron turns to rummage through the lingerie crate. "I have just the thing for it."
She laughs a little as she says that. Roll gulps and blushes as she removes her panties.
She had given herself away and her mind raced with possibilities.