Cleopatra Meets The Bard

"Please look at my tits, Michael! Please look at my tits, Michael! Please look at my tits, Michael!" Stella calls thundering down the hallway. She needs to see you something awful, since now she's in on the biggest joke of the universe. She needs to protect you from Pricilla, and the rest of the school from you. Stella may trust you completely, but her sudden lucidity lets her know that you've been led slightly astray by your sudden power.

Luckily you're waiting for her in the gym, an hour early, just as requested. She flings open the doors, and when she sees you, her heart floods with relief. "Please look at my tits, Michael I have to tell you..."

Stella takes a step forward and as soon as she enters the gym she is no more. In her place is a woman, about five years older, half a foot taller, with well tanned skin. Stella was already in the competition for being the most beautiful girl in school, but this woman blows it all away. She is a beauty, legendary beauty. More beautiful that she ever was in life no doubt, but legends of the tragic Cleopatra can only be surpassed by Helen of Troy. She's jaw dropping, lust fueling, imperious, intelligent, impressive.

But tragically devoid of any information that could help you!

Your eyes go wide, and you look down at your book, pleased with the work it's done. You've not yet noticed the page which has been erased, but don't worry, you'll get there.

New Rule: Students who enter the gym on Halloween will become their costumes, taking on the physical and mental aspects of whatever they're wearing. Lusty versions, which have no interest in ****. This change will last until dawn the next morning.

"Hello ma'am!" You squeak, your voice cracking. "Thanks for coming."

This goddess looks at you from down her nose. "Mortal, you have summoned Cleopatra." She strolls slowly into the room. It somehow feels like she's was pulling you closer, rather than her going to you. "What do you plan to do, now that I'm here?"

You gulp fiercely. "Plan, or fantasize?" She smirks and raises a heavily darkened eyebrow, almost pitying your lust for her. "Umm, well the party starts in an hour, so I just need us to put out the food, and prepare the punch."

She wrinkles her nose. "As your guest I shall oblige your request, but know that I usually have slaves for this business." She holds up her hand, so that you may take it, and lead her forward.

"Yikes." you cringe, happily taking her hand, and leading her towards the snack table. "We uh, we try not to brag about slaves in Colorado."

She rolls her eyes. "Strange land."

Cleopatra is not the hardest worker, and ends up in more of a managerial position, as she directs you to what snacks need filling. You suddenly seethe allure of being dominated by a woman. You'd happily spend your time bowing at that woman's feet, sandy or otherwise.

Your other assistant, Pricilla was late in her arrival, by about twenty minutes, but when she came in, she made it count.

"Look ye now upon this empty stage good lord and lady. Empty now yes, but hark, my mind doth have a vision of a filled venue. This night we shall see the flames of youth flick and flicker against the winds of evil spirits. Devils and demons and the host of tragic Pandora's myriad run rampant on this All Hallow's Eve. Will young passion burn on, ever new in this endless spring of youth. Or do we view a tragedy tonight? Yonder man both spectator and villain to these actors, hath thou a prediction for tonight's play?"

Cleopatra giggles at the arrival of the young woman, bemused by her appearance. "Wise Mortal, you affirm my faith in you by inviting The Bard, will her troupe be entertaining us tonight?"

"Um..." you blink slowly. You look from the goddess to Pricilla, who's hair is now a sturdy brown, and tied up in a pony tail rather than her usual down style. She's wearing some kind of black velvet renaissance era outfit... one for a guy, with tights, and big puffy shorts, and for some reason she has a goatee, but it's clearly made of felt. "...who are you?"

"Ha!" Pricilla throws her head back in laughter. "Folly on me for thinking my star be bright enough to announce itself! Thou doth not look upon a lunatic have no fear, for I am The Bard, the poet, Wilmina Shakespeare."

"Right." Why couldn't anything be easy with Pricilla? "Lady Shakespeare got it."

"She's a brilliant writer." Cleopatra informs you. "She did a lovely little play about my lover, Caesar."

Pricilla blushes, and bows. "My very good lady Cleopatra thou doth flatter me , tis simple to pen material on that marvel."

"He was rather impressive." Cleopatra agrees. "Big cock too."

The Bard blushes, and pulls at her ruffle collar to let out some of the steam. "Oh my! Mi'lady I...I...I shall keep that in mind, should revisions be called for. Tell me, good sir, doth my work hold up in the modern era?"

You shrug. "Merchant of Venice didn't age well."

She nods. "So people like the Jews now?"

You laugh nervously. "Well, not as many as we'd like!"

Cleopatra looks shocked. "Why I love the Jews, some of my best slaves were Jewish."

You wretch. "Fucking shit Cleopatra! Please don't say stuff like that. Plus..." You do some math. "You were born like a thousand years after Exodus."

She gets a guilty look on her face. "What? I thought it'd be funny, I'm a Pharaoh! I died two thousands years ago, it's possible my sense of humor's a little stale. It's like when your grandpa tells jokes, but times twenty."

That makes some sense. "My granddad did tell some pretty racist jokes."

"I have this really funny one about a Scythian and a Hittite who walk into a brothel."

"And I'm sure it's super relatable." You smack your hands on the snack table. "Listen, My queen, good sir bard, our guests are going to start arriving in thirty minutes, so let's get these snacks set, let's get the music playing, and make sure we have a sign-up table set up for the costume contest."

"Very well." Cleopatra nods, regaining some of her regal bearing back. "A queen's ear is finely tuned to the arts, I shall handle the music."

Pricilla nods along happily to that suggestion. "Verily treasure of the Nile, I doth believe your idea to be inspired. I too shall pursue my strength, none can challenge me when it comes to matters of the quill. You may consider that sign-up sheet, well supervised." She strokes her felt goatee before hopping off to set things up. Cleopatra too went to the laptop connected to the sound system, leaving you alone.

You looked at the only half complete table. "Cool yeah, I'll just finish this up by myself."