Morning 2 Shenanigans

Dinah

Dinah sent Skye ahead to see who is up for breakfast; she needed an excuse to get dressed without disturbing the girl. A simple T-shirt and some scrub pants, the perfect outfit to wear for a casual day. She brushes her hair and wonders about how Josie’s date went. While it has been a couple of decades since she has seen the professor, she knew that the professor was a stern but kindhearted person, painfully alone, painfully too socially inept to fix those problems. Had the professor been a woman, Dinah could see the appeal in building her up. In a weird way, she hoped the professor hadn’t changed; maybe Dinah can make the professor better emotionally while all of them worked on fixing the professor physically. She had already made some discoveries in the Master Transformation section of the phone shop app that Tina pointed out; it’s just a matter of convincing the professor to accept those changes.

“If you are done getting indecent, Ms. Dinah, Ms. Tina and Ms. Scarlet are still eating breakfast.”

“Coming.”

Dinah follows Skye, who avoids making eye contact with the de-aged doctor, to the cafeteria area. More food on sticks; whoever designed this menu certainly had a thing for phallic shaped foods. Skye grabs something and sits facing away from the table, still struggling with her clothing revulsion. Tina and Scarlet are both grinning like they got away with something; Dinah puts an end to take immediately, “Any plans after what I expect to be a 5 minute meeting with the crone, love birds?”

Both girls turn beet red. The blonde bunny tries to change the subject first, “Oh, uh, Skye, since I got used to being naked in public from using magic, maybe we could explore that library I saw in the app? I’d love to see what I can learn about magic from your Gygax books.”

The naked farmgirl perks up a little at that, “Oh, that does sound lovely. But they aren’t Gygax books. He just recorded truths he saw or heard.”

“Weird distinction, there.”

“Unbelievers would visit the farm for wine tastings. They would sometimes accuse us of worshiping Gygax. It’s a touchy subject.”

“Fair enough. I got... things to fold. See y’all at the meeting.” Tina heads back to her room.

“Do you need help?” Skye asks, following Tina like a puppy without actually looking at her.

“Nope! You wouldn’t want to help anyways.”

“I’m going to try to pick Josie’s brain about my date tonight. Since I didn’t start trying to date until college…” Scarlet starts to trail off.

“One would think that dating tips would count as ‘sexual’,” Dinah muses.

“Outside of the decision trees on when to have sex with a date in the modern NYC lesbian scene, dating tips apparently count as ‘romantic’, not ‘sexual’. Just trying to open up the amenities for the Master Suite gets me going down there. Ugh.”

“The three of us can figure something out. We just need to find something you can do in the Suite that you never first tried after high school.”

Scarlet struggles to think through that as the two women finish breakfast. Soon enough, the four of them regather in the bathhouse (Tina already nude for the library trip afterwards) for the daily morning meeting. They see Josie already there. The gym girl is sitting in the warm water, hugging her knees; her clothes are soaked and her eyes are puffy with tears. Tina hops down beside Josie and starts to check on her.

Once again the heinous harpy hovers over the bathhouse waters and starts her spiel, “Oooh, we are missing someone. I guess we need that reminder.”

Indigo: -2 VP (Missed Morning Meeting)

The crone snaps her fingers and Indigo, still wrapped up tightly in an intricate series of shibari knots, splashes down into the bathhouse water. The young pervert sinks to the bottom of the shallow pool. Josie, already soaked, does a shallow dive to pull the girl out of the water. Once her head is above the water, Indigo tries to speak through the ball gag in her mouth, but it just comes out as incomprehensible groanings. Josie half carries Indigo to the edge of the pool and flings her over to the bathhouse floor.

“And here are some other reminders. Anyone who misses a scheduled event will be brought to it by ****, then deducted some VP. Anyone who attempts to leave an event early will also lose VP. Anyone that would get VP for a transformation based thing won’t be getting the first time bonus for themselves if they don’t do it with the Master. By the way, gym slut, good job in mostly digging yourself out of the negative VP zone, if by accident. Next time, doing things with intention will work better, assuming you get a next time. Do note that you will only get credit for doing a particular action with the Master once, unless it is a feminization transformation based thing and the Master can still change from it. Stripper slut, you’re up tonight. Time for me to get back to the Matlock marathon! Toodles!”

The awful host disappears once again.

Josie

Josie wants to curl up and die again; there just isn’t time for that anymore. She presses down those feelings as tightly as she can while dealing with the tied up pervert. The bunny and the farmgirl ran off; Dinah and the redhead are leading Josie, lugging Indigo around like a sack of potatoes over her shoulder, to the pervert’s room. She’s only half-listening to the conversation; she’s just here as muscle.

“Hey, don’t blame me! I woke up bound and gagged!”

“And I’m sure you did nothing to deserve it, Indi,” Scarlet sardonically notes.

Dinah, ever the **** team Mom, got to Indigo’s room first. “How did you possibly fill up this room with this much garbage this quickly?”

“It’s not that bad!”

“It’s shin-deep!” Dinah, exasperated yells back.

“Maybe you just got short legs?”

Scarlet, now seeing the mess, points out, “Indi, we all have like half a foot of height on you. Frankly, I’m kind of impressed you spontaneously generated this much trash. Was this a transformation thing?”

“I found this most amazing convenience store and bought a bunch of snacks.”

“Less impressed now. Were you planning on sharing the fact that you found a way for us to eat that doesn’t involve the penis-shaped food court?”

“I’ll tell you all about it when you untie me and promise to get me a Cuatros Locos Mango Chili Lime. The automated checkout wasn’t accepting my ID.”

Josie, looking for an excuse to set the Latina down, starts to shift the tied up girl off of her shoulder.

“Josie, don’t untie her yet. Scarlet, go wade in there and help me figure out what happened to her.”

Thus began a 10 minute argument, with neither woman wanting to walk through the trash. Josie just sits by the tied-up Indigo and mopes. Eventually, both women walk in simultaneously. Neither attacked by an unknown **** nor swallowed whole by the mound of detritus, they calm down enough to see a random bowl of sand on the bed. They read the note. Then they read it again outloud.

Uh no.