Festical Jobs

“All right,” said Millicent, head of the Kay Zeta sorority. “Welcome to the Fantasy Fetish Festival. I’m pleased to see you all arrived on time.”

The Fantasy Fetish Festival was set in a quiet corner of the university grounds. We were in a small tent that served as the center office for the official festivals persons such as security and organizers.

Alice and I stood on one side of the room; Tara, Bit and John on the other. Just because we were all in the same boat didn’t mean we had to be BFFs.

Millicent glanced around the room. “First order of business is outfits,” she said. “You will each be assigned a specific outfit. You will remain in these outfits for the entirety of the festival.”

Outfits. Of course. I supposed going through the Fantasy Fetish Festival in jeans and a tee shirt was too much to hope for.

Tara rolled her eyes and asked, “Where are the changing rooms?”

Millicent looked at Tara. “No changing rooms necessary,” she said, holding up a magic wand. “Recognize this? It’s an advanced model of the wand you idiots were fighting over. That one just re-threaded your clothing into a specific image, though. This one conveys the whole concept.”

Huh?

Millicent sighed. “Never mind. It’s just easier to show you.” She glanced over the group, then nodded to Alice. “All right, Alice, step up here.”