Before that, I bump into a weirdo in the hall.

Regina and I entered the double doors of the university, finding the halls conspicuously quiet. That made sense; after all, Kaede had made it seem like we were already running late. Regina kept on walking past me, but I stopped in my tracks.

The silence of the hallway didn't mean it was empty. There was a woman standing there, of an age to be one of my classmates, and possessed of a unique off-kilter fashion sense that somehow agreed with her sensibility to not be in class. She was facing away from me, observing some activity flyer posted on a corkboard on the wall with her arms crossed in front of her. Her hair was in two long, strawberry-blond pigtails, and when she turned to face me, she regarded me with pale blue eyes heavy with eyeliner and a haughty expression. She was dressed in a long-sleeved black uniform jacket and white shirt left unbuttoned to show cleavage, even revealing a black-and-red bra beneath, but with an elaborate black-and-white tie. The tie was long enough (and her red skirt short enough) that I could see it between her legs before she even turned around. Her dark platform boots achieved what was surely the intended effect of making her tall enough to look down on me.

With an outfit like that, and roaming the halls at this hour, I figured she had to be some kind of delinquent, but... What crazy luck! If Kaede was an angelic cutie, this woman was a devilish hottie. The way she dressed showed off her hourglass figure in a way I couldn't believe was allowed at a University like this. And when she put her fists on her hips and finally spoke... "Welcome, peasant, to our illustrious academy! You present yourself at our threshold with not so much as a curtsy? Find your manners if you wish to traverse my corridors in safety!"

... That wasn't what I had been expecting. This type of strange personality was another thing I didn't know how to deal with, and I simply stood still, hoping the next thing she said would make sense.

"... There's no need to try to understand me," the woman seemed to respond to a question I hadn't asked, growing suddenly gloomy. On your first day of University, you need to try and face it with some hope... If there's no hope, if it's instantly despair, that despair would be so tiny, it'd be despairingly worthless..." As I continued to pray for something that left her mouth to make sense, she straightened up, adopting what I could only think of as a "vogue" pose, shading her face with one hand. "You're waiting for an introduction, of course. That's the normal thing for someone in your situation. My name is Junko Enoshima, the Ultimate Fashionista. Indeed, a fashion icon so renowned that anyone would recognize her immediately. That is to say, my status as a fashion icon is well known, and no other aspect of me is especially noteworthy in this setting. And you are...?"

Finally, the conversation was going somewhere that almost made sense. I could finally introduce myself, so I started to do so in a tiny voice. "I'm Minnie-"

"Kyaaa! Minnie Royal, the Ultimate Ringmaster, right?!" Suddenly, Junko was shrieking at me in excitement and sparkles in her eyes. "Oh boy oh boy oh boy! I heard you were transferring to our academy and I was sooo excited I totally couldn't wait. Like this, right?" To my surprise, she reached between her chest and produced a poster from one of my performances... I had a strange feeling of deja vu, remembering Regina's flashcards from the other day. The poster she unfurled had a printed image of me in my usual dress, but with the hairband I wore in my performances, a confident smile on my face. With exaggerated excitement, Junko held the poster up next to me and looked between it and me, back and forth, a couple of times, leaning so close that I could get an even better look down her shirt... "What the fuuuck?!" she suddenly screamed in my face, with volume like she was trying to project at a concert. "She ain't even the same person, is she?! Is she your sister? Are you the ugly, smelly, disgusting sister of your twin pair, huuuh?!"

I shook my head with some offense. "That's me... I just look different when I'm performing."

"Then you should perform all the time," she declared, smirking and looking down on me as though she had a profound point to make. "This little girl with bangs in her face is no good. Well, the despair is kind of good, but it's not good, either. The bushiness is boring, it's putting me to sleep!"

I didn't have any idea what she was talking about, but I thought she was criticizing my fashion, which was hardly something I could contest. Still, I tried to argue. "I can't wear the headband all the time... I need to have a separate performance persona-"

"Or else you get bored, yes? This, I understand." She nodded, although her reasoning didn't seem to match my own. "Well, Little Minnie, I was hoping your transfer to the school would offer at least a little excitement, and wouldn't you know it, you're an incredibly unique individual with a quirky personality, exciting looks, and an incredible talent! Just like eeeverybody else in this god-forsaken place," she continued with an inappropriate smile on her face. "I guess I didn't have any reason to be interested, did I?"

"Wait, you're calling me boring?" I was offended, but besides that, I was incredulous. A laugh must have crept into my face. "Junko, what you don't get is that I'm gonna be the most interesting woman at this University."

"Oh ho?" Junko crossed her arms again and tilted her head back, tossing her poster in a crumpled up ball behind her on the floor. "Prove your mettle to us, then! What do you bring your lord in offering?"

For some reason, I felt compelled to try and give Junko a reason to take interest in me. After all, how could I not be interesting?! I was a famous, prodigious circus ringmaster with a ring that let me control the minds and bodies of women! But, more than that... When Junko talked about me being boring, the way she said it seemed to carry some harsh, cold quality that chilled me to hear. Something about it made me want to do something about it.

So, without thinking, I reached out and grabbed Junko's big breasts, one in each hand.

She wasn't resisting the sudden groping, but she didn't look impressed either. "Eeeh... you're a pervert, huh?"

I couldn't deny that in this position, but I shook my head no, anyway. My boldness wasn't what I wanted to show her. I tried to picture the change I was imagining... I hadn't done it before, but I didn't see why it should be hard. It was within the ring's power. I just needed to imagine it...

"Look... People who make lust their whole identity, that's just another kind of immature boredom, isn't it? But if you're dumb enough to think it makes you interesting to do that kind of thing in public, that, too, is a kind of a despair. Not bad, but not good. That is-!"

Finally, I seemed to have gotten some real surprise out of her, once we both realized what was happening. As I continued to hold her tits, my hands had begun to push back with new resistance, forcing me to bend my arms at my elbows to hold my position. The already impressive swell of Junko's chest had begun to balloon out, filling the valleys between my fingers with the increasingly taut fabric of her jacket. I couldn't help but give her a cocky (if shaky) smile, sure that the phenomenon of suddenly sporting even more massive tits would catch her interest.

By the time I was done, they were big enough that my small hands were too small to fully hold them, and just as I was laughing about it and enjoying the feeling of her seemingly paralyzed body in my grasp, a button suddenly flew off her jacket and hit me square in the forehead.

I backed off, clutching at my head in pain and hearing her bust into raucous laughter. "Ahahaha! What the fuuuck?! They got bigger, for real?! Holy shiiit, I'm gonna have to buy new bras, this thing is fuckin' tight!! Explain this shit right now, Minnie!"

I cracked open one eye to see my handiwork. Sure enough, the single button visible above her tie had popped, giving me an unrestricted view of the red-trimmed black bra struggling to hold in her even more massive chest. I couldn't help myself; even as the words left my mouth, I knew I was making a mistake, but I felt like I had to capture her interest. "I can change the size of your boobs... or any other part of your body... at will. I got a magic ring that lets me-"

Before I could continue, she'd pressed close to me, smashing that even more incredible chest against my own collarbone and grabbing my hand. "You mean this guy right here?" she spoke in a strange, squeaky voice. "I was thinkin' somethin' looked different about ya from the poster, and it turns out it wasn't just that unbearable hairdo. This magic ring lets you change people's bodies? Does it do anything else?"

"A lot!" I replied immediately and proudly. "I can basically control reality with it!"

"And you utilized that enormous, godlike power to expand the already generous proportions of my breasts. Fascinating," she muttered with a new clinical interest. "Now, let us ask the more important question inquiring minds need to know: if I were to come into possession of said accessory, would I be able to control reality in a similar fashion?"

"No!" I quickly retorted, seeing where this was going. "If you try to take it off me, it'll just burn me. Trust me, that hurt's no joke, hehe."

"Hm," she responded, grabbing it in spite of my warning. "So are you saying you don't let it come off, or are you saying it won't come off?" She gave me a bright, wide smile, showing me something new in her eyes as she looked straight into mine. "Answer carefully. There's a difference."

"It... doesn't come off," I answered honestly and carefully. "I can't get it off if I want to."

"Ah! Well, that's boring, but it's also its own kind of despair! Fun! Hehehe, for the first time in a while, we're having fun!" she declared, backing away from me and shaking my hand as if concluding a business transaction. "Well, Minnie, it looks like it's all up to you. I'll just have to see what you do with that crazy power of yours, but as long as you can come up with better things than giving already well-endowed hotties bigger tits, it could turn out really interesting. Really, really interesting...!"

There were probably some warning flags I needed to be paying attention to, but honestly, all I felt was happiness that I'd managed to catch Junko's eye after all. "Oh! I can turn those back to normal-"

"Don't even think about it!" she shouted harshly in my face, shoving a hand forcefully against my chest to back me off. "These are my burden, now, I won't let you take 'em from me!" She suddenly twisted girlishly in place, switching to a cutesy voice. "Actually, I think it'd be nifty if you did stuff like this to all the girls in school! With your ring, they're like your property, aren't they? You should take all of their bodies, all their wittle hopes and aspirations, and make 'em yours, Minnie! Play with 'em like Barbie dolls! Wouldn't that be, like, so much fun?!" When she saw I didn't know how to answer that, she switched again to a flirtatious wink, putting a hand on my shoulder and leaning those melons way too close to my face. "Minnie, what I'm saying is, I wanna keep these so I can feel your touch on me... And if you get better with that tool of yours, maybe we'll meet up again for some more fun? Remember, as long as you stay interesting, you and I can be good friends. In fact, even if the world turns against you, I'll stay your only friend until the end. Doesn't that sound good, Little Miss Royal?"

I nodded emphatically.

She smiled, then pat me on the cheek, her long, fake red nails briefly scratching against me. "Until then, show the rest of this school a good time..."

She shoved back from me, then smiled and flashed me a peace sign. "And tell my smelly sister in your homeroom class to wash her filthy ass crack, all right? Catch ya later!" Junko skipped off, exiting through the front doors I'd entered just a moment ago. I watched her massive breasts jiggle with each hop until she was gone. Obviously, she didn't have any intention of heading to class herself.

"What about you, though?" Regina's voice next to me suddenly made me jump. "Not like it matters to me, but you are woefully, incredibly late for class."

Yelping, I began to run down the hall, **** to find my homeroom number. In the long run, being late to class would probably not make a big deal compared to all the other things going on in my life, but didn't I make myself look like enough of a screwup without showing up thirty minutes late? I have my pride to think about, too!