Officially part of the sorority

The four of us settled into Key Zeta.

The four of us proved ourselves worthy of being in the sorority, but that didn't change the fact that there were only 2 spaces available, that was the whole point of that hellish week of humiliation we all inflicted onto each other. When we arrived for our first day as sisters, Millicent and her lackeys were waiting for us with their final twist of the knife to make us suffer for our bad behaviour throughout the festival and party night. 2 rooms and 4 girls means we all had to share.

With glee glimmering in her eyes, Millicent read the room listing loud and clear, much to our dread.

"In the 3rd room on the right of the top floor, Alice and Bit will be bunking together."

Ever since their passionate and heavily extended make out session on party night, neither girl so much as looked in the other's direction anymore. Any hostility they had - as admittedly a byproduct of my feud with Tara - was replaced with a deep shame. Just standing in the same room together had the pair blushing like ripe tomatoes.

Of course, Millicent had to push some buttons, "It only made sense to put you two together. You became so close during the party, we would just feel awful if we separated you two love birds." The collection of sorority sisters around the room echoed a haunting unified giggle.

Tara and I had already done the math, with our friends being roomed together, that only meant one thing.

"And on the 6th room on the left of the bottom floor," Millicent announced, "is where Nicole and Tara will be sharing a room."

Tara and I both stared daggers into her.

"It's funny, the rooms we had available for new sisters were actually next to each other," Millicent cackled, "but sister Circe very kindly volunteered to sacrifice her room on the top floor and move all the way to the bottom to give a new sister the gift of a room with a beautiful view." Polite clapping raised in the house as the sorority applauded for Circe, who was sat on an elegant sofa, grinning at the 4 of us. "It's probably best to keep you troublemakers separate too, can't have you scheming and plotting vengeance on each other and ruining the pristine reputation this sorority has build over the years."

She let the implication of distrust linger in the air for a second, the message was clear, don't fuck with their - our - reputation.

"Now, off you go," Millicent said with a tone of cheer, "get yourselves moved in and meet back for your welcome dinner tonight."

Alive and Bit gingerly walked upstairs together, neither wanted to walk faster or slower than the other. Keeping a unified step, the blushing pair ascended the 3 flights of stairs to their new room.

Tara and I had no stairs to ascend, instead we turned and trudged towards our shared room.

Opening the door, the implication that we would be sharing everything in the room was very apparent. 1 desk. 1 chair. 1 bookshelf unit. 1 closet. 1 nightstand. 1 bed. Even the wall got in on the joke, as there was only 1 window. Walking past other girl's rooms, I definitely know that I saw 2 windows inside.

Our first night living together was one of silent compromise. Neither of us wanted to piss off Millicent, so we moved our stuff in, and despite the constant furrowed brows and annoyed scowls, we managed to be civil and make the shared space work.

Tara is taller than me, so for the bookshelf unit, she got the top half, and I got the bottom half. The until has 5 shelves in total, so the middle shelf is a neutral zone, anyone can add to it, anyone can take from it, it's fair game.

We were starting to relax, until the spells enchanted onto the room took effect.

The point of rooming us together was to force us to share, and the room was build to aid that.

Tara hung her towel in the bathroom first, so after I hung mine in the bathroom as well, it had magically been teleported back into my suitcase. And that was the story with everything. We could only use 1 of each item between us. 1 glass for water. 1 cup for hot drinks. 1 lamp. 1 shampoo bottle. 1 lotion bottle. The only item that we weren't restricted to just having 1 of was our toothbrushes. Besides that, every other item in the room we could only have 1 of.

Accepting this as our fate, we agreed that we'd just live with it.

That first night was spent with us sharing the bed. We have a double bed, so there's plenty of room for the both of us, at least we weren't forced to cuddle into each other in a single bed.

We slept with our backs to each other. We only had 1 pillow to share; I could feel the heat from her back all night, and she mine I bet.

We settled into a basic routine. A scribbled bathroom schedule allowed us to shower, work out, get ready, all without getting in each others way while in the room. For the most part, we spent time out of the room when we weren't sleeping, spending time with either Alice for me, or she with Bit, or with any of the other friends we had made in the sorority.

Spending time with Alice was quite telling. Her and Bit's performance at the party was clearly still at the the forefront of her mind because she was always sporting a deep blush, adding the only colour to her fair skin. Bit was often wearing a similar blush after leaving their room. I put the pieces together. No one blushes in embarrassment for that long, especially when no one has brought the party up once since we moved in. I probed the question and asked her, and yes, Alice and Bit have become very, very close since we officially joined the sorority.

Tara and me, however, were never going to be lovers, we weren't even friends.

Despite working out a basic schedule to make living together tolerable, she still was prone to running her mouth. The constant spewing of superiority and condescension finally pushed me to my breaking point.

My fear of being punished by Millicent stopped holding me back, I needed some peace and quiet from her vile mouth, so I laid a curse onto the only item in our room that we didn't share. Her toothbrush.

The curse was simple and harmless. After using the toothbrush, she would not be able to speak for 24 hours. 1 day, that's all I needed, just 1 day of quiet without her higher-than-mighty tone and snippy insults.

The curse also had a bonus effect, to grow her hair and change it to the colour of the toothpaste she used.

After I finished showering one morning, I took her toothbrush and laid my curse. Placing it back in the mirror cabinet, I let Tara in so she could get ready for the day.

When the curse took effect, she bellowed with all the power of her lungs to try to make a sound, to chew me out and scream at me for fucking with her again. Of course, nothing came out. Sensing the flow of magic that had just occurred, I opened the door and was met with the image of Tara, who would not look out of place in an anime convention.

I laughed at her for a good long while, then I enjoyed my day of quiet without her bitchy way of speaking. It was the best day since I joined the sorority.

Retribution was just around the corner however.

After 24 hours, her hair returned to normal and her voice returned. It seemed like she got the message and wasn't so bitchy with me anymore.

The fuse had been lit though, and she was scheming her revenge.

It didn't come until a week later.

While exercising in the campus gym, a curse placed on my clothes sprung to life. While completing my cardio on the treadmill, my clothes suddenly came to life and changed. I was left wearing a tight and thin white cropped vest, white panties, and my running shoes. The display on the treadmill changed to. Instead of the numbers going up showing me how far I had run, it was now counting down for how much further I had to run.

The curse placed on my shoes is what made this revenge from Tara so much more torturous. Until I ran all of the miles that were being counted down on the treadmill, my shoes would not let me legs stop moving. So I was bound by magic, wearing thin white clothing that became more and more transparent the more my body dispensed sweat, forced to run the whole of 13 miles. Forced to run in such humiliating clothes in the middle a busy campus gym, the eye candy for gym bros all around me.

After my exhausting and mortifying public display, I was then left with the indignity of walking back to the sorority in this humiliating outfit, now completely see through with sweat. When I walked through the door, Millicent was waiting for me. Tara was sat nearby, looking at the floor with a scowl and crossing her arms. She didn't even look at me to relish in the aftermath of her curse. The reason became clear.

Millicent spoke with such grand authority that I felt like a child being punished by a disappointed parent. We each got one last hit at each other, it was to be expected, but now, we were to stop. The warning issued by Millicent is that any further pranks would result in a punishment curse from her, a curse that would send us back to the humiliating performances from the festival and party.

The fear of Millicent was once again looming over us as we walked together back to our room.