Posture

„Would you rather have a better or worse posture?“

This time Mike remember to copy the symbol on the back before he choose anything. He quickly grabbed pen and paper and sketched it. He was hurrying, because he was afraid that the card would choose for him if he wouldn’t decide fast enough. Taylor didn’t notice what happened before Mike spoke out his decision.

„I choose a better posture.“

A series of cramps ran through Mikes body. First his back straightened forcing him to sit bolt upright. He slightly rolled back his shoulders while he pushed his chest out. His lower back arched a bit pronouncing hit butt and at last he crossed his legs. When the cramps ended his was sitting on his chair in a very feminin manner, accentuating his chest and butt while crossing his legs to not appear vulgar.

Mike changed his posture but felt very uncomfortable when sitting differently. He stood up but the shift persisted, apart from the crossed legs. His stance looked like he was a model waiting for his shooting. Or like a woman accentuating her curves.

Taylor looked up and saw Mike standing in the room.

„It happened again did it?“

„What do you think?“, Mike answered annoyed. „But at least I could copy the symbol from the back.“, he handed the paper over to Taylor.

„Never seen anything remotely close to it. But let me research a bit.“

Mike nodded and did the same. Both were using the next hours to roam through the google search but none of them would find anything useful. That was until Mike stumbled upon a book that claimed to describe old and forgotten symbols and runes of various origin.

„Hey Taylor look at this. Might be worth a shot. I think this one is actually available in the campus library.“

Taylor cross checked Mikes finding and agreed. But the library was already closed for the day and they had to wait until tomorrow.

As there was nothing else they could do, Taylor decided to go back to his room to get some rest. Mike thanked him for his help and decided that he needed some sleep as well. At least he could take of his heels while he was laying on the bed. To his dismay though, just before he could close his eyes he saw a new card appearing on his nightstand and again he could read tue feared words:

„Would you rather…“