All the Worlds a Stage

Backed by the courage of his omnipotent earrings, Jason practically strutted towards his impatiently toe-tapping stern-faced nemesis, almost leaving his confused step-floosey in his wake.

‘Hold on a second Jason!’ Stacy suddenly shouted, having taken a sip from her now stale coffee when he quickened the pace.

Jason turned to glare at the brunette beauty as she took another delicate sip from the cheap cardboard container. He had become quite accustomed to her ‘the world revolves around ME’ attitude and knew how she often relied on these seemingly small stalling tactics to shift any focused attention on herself.

Jason paused as Stacy continued to sip contentedly from her coffee as if under a stage spotlight; as if demanding the complete attention of all in her presence.

‘All the worlds a Stage’. Jason mumbled to himself, the germination of wicked inspiration cultivating in his brain.

‘Hmmm?’ Stacy reflexively responded, dabbing any trace of coffee from her painted lips with a silk handkerchief retrieved from her purse.

“Oh, nothing” Jason responded as the seed of inspiration blossomed into an outwardly hearty smile.

“Just that, during playtime, if I say ‘it’s showtime’, those playing will immediately ask ‘who am I playing?’”

Jason wrung his hands in unveiled anticipation as he continued, now smirking at Stacy’s slightly cocked head and confused expression.

“The people ‘playing’ will then become the person or character I name by adopting their complete characteristics and personality.” Jason stated aloud to Stacy’s gorgeous though now expressionless face.

Jason felt a quick pulse in his restless member thinking of the power to instantly adjust any woman to fit his most erotic fantasies, but he felt something was missing.

“If you’re done with the nonsensical babbling, can we just get this night over with?” Stacy interrupted with a heavy sigh and telling glance at her wristwatch.

Glowering at the intrusion to his carefully orchestrated game, Jason was again unintentionally inspired by Her Majesty’s bitchyness.

“or the persons playing will adopt the characteristics or attributes as described by me.” Jason concluded with a mental pat on the back before responding to his impatient chaperone.

“Sure Stacy, but first, it’s playtime.”

“Oh gawd”. Stacy groaned in frustration, accentuated by the roll of brilliant blue eyes. “What are we playing, THIS time” she asked in an exasperated tone, almost whining as she reached to deposit her handkerchief in designer purse.

“It’s showtime!” Jason announced with sweeping arms and flourishing hands for dramatic effect. He had formulated a plan based on his new ‘game’ to finally bring that bitch Hudson to heel.

“And who, EXACTLY, am I playing?” Stacy quickly responded, having retrieved a stick of gum from her purse presumably to mask the stench of the budget coffee she had been drinking all night.

“Miss Hudson”. Jason responded in earnest, the blood from his brain rapidly draining to fill his cock in erotic anticipation.

Jason watched intently as Stacy paused and blinked a few times before squinting and reaching into the purse slung over her left shoulder.

“Is there a problem?” Jason mischievously asked, watching intently as Stacy ‘Hudson’ continued to rummage through the purse.

“Not that it’s any of your concern Mr. Anderson, but I seem to have misplaced my glasses”. His re-programmed step mother responded briskly before her eyes bulged in apparent realization.

“And my purse!” She suddenly exclaimed. The schizophrenic woman began to rifle through the expensive handbag before securing a wallet from its contents. She quickly leafed through, apparently searching for some recognizable form of identification.

“Hmmm….” The altered Stacy mumbled while bringing the photo ID inches from her clear blue eyes in an attempt to read without fictitious glasses. “This seems to belong to a Stacy, aged 25”. She nodded matter-of-factly before returning the wallet to her purse.

“We’ll, I’ll just have to turn it over to Lost and Found at the end of the evening and hope this ‘Stacy’ has the sense to retrieve it”. She announced with a hint of distaste at its forgetful owner.

“Come now, it’s time for our meeting”. Miss Stacy chirped, raising a finger to adjust invisible glasses before roughly clasping Jason’s hand and walking towards the now visibly glowering authentic Miss Hudson.

Your hypnotized guardian began a brisk pace towards Miss Hudson’s table, nodding in acknowledgment to the droves of students and families they passed en-route.

‘Interesting’ Jason thought to himself, noticing how both students and staff returned her greetings; all referring to her as ‘Miss Hudson’.

“It looks like all ‘playtime’ participants are effected by ‘showtime’ to see the individuals as I describe them.

“Hush, we’re already late!” Altered Stacy sneered as she led Jason through the mass of mingling families and faculty. They sifted steadily though the ambling crowd before Stacy abruptly stopped with an audible gasp.

“My goodness, what is the matter with me today?” The confused woman asked no one in particular while gazing in horror at her mirrored image.

They had been quickly walking by a glass booth housing the A/V equipment for the PA system when Stacy caught a view of herself in the reflective glass.

A lovely shade of crimson dusted her shapely cheeks down to slightly heaving chest as Stacy marveled at her foreign reflection.

“I don’t know why I chose this particular suit for this evening”. Stacy grumbled to herself while quickly fastening the buttons on her crisp white blouse to her rapidly reddening neck. She then reached down to grab the hem of her thigh length skirt and sort of shimmied in place in an attempt to lower the hemline an inch or two. Jason then noticed a look of shock on her aristocratic features; no doubt the prim and proper teacher now wondering why on earth she was wearing a thong.

With the self resignation that these matters were best addresses at another time, Stacy then abruptly straightened to fasten the single button at her waist and secure matching form fitting blazer before turning to Jason with an unsettling ‘harumph’.

“I don’t know what’s going on Mr. Anderson, but I’m quite certain YOU’RE responsible!” She hissed softly for Jason’s ears only before again tightly grasping his hand.

‘If you only knew’. Jason responded to himself.

Stacy again began to wade through the throng of people with Jason in tow, brimming in anticipation as Miss Hudson prepared to meet Miss Hudson.