Rise and shine, campers!

With a groan, Jane fought to stay asleep. She was so comfortable. Muzzily, she replayed the previous night's activities. There it is. Embarrassment. Doubt. Was that a touch of regret? But also, there was a sense of pride? Satisfaction? Not regret? Whatever it was, it was helping to tamp down the negative emotions that threatened to overwhelm her early-morning ruminations. Jane closed her eyes as snapshots of the previous night played in her mind's eye. As she analyzed her actions and thoughts, the emotion that she felt most strongly was shyness. It's like the first time you spend the night with a new boyfriend. You start to second-guess what you did the night before. Was it too much? Not enough? What if he was just humoring me? Get ahold of yourself, Randall! Yes. You had sex with a woman last night. On purpose. Because YOU wanted to. So what? Do you want a sticker? Do you think this changes something fundamental about yourself? There's a whole group of people out there who do what you did every night. They're called lesbians. Or bisexual. Whoopee. You had fun. Louise had fun. Yeah, this will take some getting used to. But it's also not like you're the first chick to ever let another girl lick her pussy. You still like dick, don't you? Jane thought about it. Yep. Still preferred the dong. But a lighter touch from someone who knows what they're doing... a girl could get used to that, she admitted to herself.

Jane was jolted from her rambling self-reflection by the feeling of fingers playing with her hair. Rolling over and propping herself up on her elbows, she realized belatedly that she had been curled up with Louise, with her head resting just below Louise's breasts. Her bare breasts. "Morning", Louise said with a shy smile. "You make cute noises when you sleep."

Jane blushed. "Well... you're very comfortable to sleep on."

Louise's smile grew a little strained. "So uh... last night. Are you? I mean, are we? Um... are we-"

"We're good, Lou. At least, I am. I was just thinking about it and try as it might, my brain just won't let me be sad about it." Looking down, don't stare at her tits! Don't stare at her tits! Jane continued. "If anything, I feel a little embarrassed? But not because of what we did. More like, maybe I should have done more? Like, I feel a little selfish? If this is going to be a thing going forward, I don't want to just sit back and let you do all the work. I've been that girl in a relationship before, and that's not a fun place to be. How about you, Doctor? Are you OK?" Jane lifted her gaze to look the other woman in the face.

Louise's smile deepened and she flushed a little. "Actually, yeah. I am. It's weird. Like, yeah, I think I'm supposed to be feeling like something huge and momentous happened," eyes widening, Louise hastened to correct herself. "Wait! I don't mean that it wasn't a big deal or not special. It was! I just mean -"

"Relax, chica. I know. It feels like the world should have changed or noticed us, and... not shit has changed. Nobody showed up and gave us our official "Royal and Ancient Order of the Rug Munchers" membership cards. I feel like I should feel different, but I don't. Am I making sense?"

"Yes! Exactly! Like, I'm not quite comfortable with the idea of just making out with random girls, or whatever. And I don't suddenly prefer girls to boys. But I'm just... me. " Louise shrugged her shoulders, which did wonderful things to her breasts, Jane thought.

"So no regrets, then? Is that right? You're comfortable here, with me? Both of us naked? Me enjoying looking at your boobs? Enjoying your warmth? Your smell? You good with that, mi amor?", Jane husked.

Numbly, Louise nodded. She could feel it. There was a building heat in her core. She glanced down. Jane's breasts propped up by her forearms as she leaned against Louise. Idly, she watched as the nipples crinkled, constricted, tightened up. She realized Jane had said something to her. "Huh? What was that?"

"I asked what time it was. Breakfast starts at 7."

Louise looked to her bedside table at her alarm clock. "It's right at 6 AM."

Jane smiled hungrily. "Good. Because I am starving and I won't make it without a little snack." Winking at Louise, Jane scooched forward and gave Louise's nipple a quick flick with her tongue. "You stay like that. Mama has some work to do." And with that, she slithered over between Louise's legs and under the covers.

As Jane began her oral ****, one of Louise's last coherent thoughts was to wonder, I wonder how late we can be to breakfast before we get in trouble?

*****

Grace woke up when Hillary got out of bed. In truth, she had been in that half-awake, half-asleep haze for the last hour or so. When she had woken up with Hillary molding herself to Grace's back, her first thought was to get out of the other woman's embrace. But before she could act, a second thought crossed her mind. After last night, if she thinks I'm pushing her away, it'll undo last night and THEN some. Grimacing, Grace reflected on the previous night's activities. Unlike Jane and Louise, or even Suzanne, Grace had no mental transformations that would change how she felt about sex with women. Yes, that one that required her to feed from Hillary said that eventually she'd get aroused at the act, but even then, Grace wasn't sure if her arousal would center on Hillary or the act of breastfeeding, or what? The pragmatic, practical Grace hoped that it would be somewhere in the middle. What she did know was that she was still predominantly heterosexual. She didn't regret what she had done for Hillary. Blushing, she admitted that she had enjoyed what Hillary had done to her. Grace felt conflicted. She found that of all things, she was actually a little bit envious of the girls with the mental changes. How much easier this would be if most of the heavy lifting of changing one's orientation could be done by magic??? She wished that she could feel something regarding last night. There was satisfaction. There was a sense of accomplishment. She had started Hillary down the path of acceptance of her new circumstances. But Grace wanted more. She had been led to believe that an experience like the one last night produced results of a binary nature: they were either favorably received or regarded as abject failures. But here she was, stuck in the middle. She didn't regret what she had done, and she likewise wasn't counting down until she could do it again. Clinical. That was the word that came to mind. It had been what her last boyfriend had said when he had broken up with her. She was too clinical. Grace frowned. He might as well have told her she was too Grace-like. She had always been a practical person. Efficiency and minimal waste. Accepting what couldn't be changed. Facing hard truths. This was just who Grace was. She still had feelings. She still had desires. She just couldn't not look at the world through the lens of pragmatism. She sighed. Worrying about what might happen with her mind would be as productive as worrying about the weather 2 months from now. It would be a waste of effort. And so Grace pushed the thought from her mind to focus on what she could affect. Hillary.

Grace let the tall Asian woman get out of bed without saying anything. She heard the gentle rustling as Hillary got out clothes for the day. She heard the soft thuds as Hillary padded to the bathroom. She waited for the shower to start. Grace weighed her options. Do I let her break the silence? Do I break the silence? Either way, Grace had decided that she would try and take the lead in the conversation. She had been earnest last night when she had told Hillary that their daily routine would have to change. That Grace was approaching her new task with the clinical detachment of a professional performing a job. As was the case in most scenarios, the embarrassment at the action was almost 100% felt solely by the patient. Grace knew that her father, an OB/GYN had seen the intimate parts of who knew how many women. And she was certain that he thought nothing about doing his job. Having been the one to put her feet in the stirrups, Grace remembered how **** and exposed she had felt on her first _several _appointments with one of the doctors in her father's practice. She knew nurses that worked in an ICU setting. Should their patients be awake, Grace knew that the patients would feel awkward and embarrassed while the nurses tended to bodily needs. Grace had decided within moments of receiving that second transformation that she would approach her new duties dispassionately. Nothing personal, just business. And judging from the amount that she had drunk from Hillary once they had gotten back to the cabin, Grace felt like the Asian woman's punishment was intended for her to need multiple milkings a day. Grace paused. Milkings. There it was. She felt it. In the ordered space that was Grace's mind, the sudden and unexpected presence of arousal stuck out like a sore thumb. Huh. Maybe that transformation is more present than I thought it was. Grace made up her mind. Hillary would probably be feeling uncomfortable. Grace would choose Option Three. Getting up, she walked naked into the bathroom and into the shower.

*****

Suzanne rinsed her hair. This shower was pretty amazing. That dream last night was pretty amazing, too, she thought with a blush. Where the heck did that come from? I've never as much as kissed a girl, other than mom and grandma on the cheek. And... and kissing was just the start of it. Suzanne pressed her thighs together. She had been terrified when she got to the bathroom and noticed that her panties were sodden. Please don't let Beth roll over! Please don't let there be a wet spot! Suzanne thought she would die of shame if that happened. How do you explain to your new roommates (and bedmates) that no, you didn't wet the bed. You just had a crazy vivid sex dream and your pussy just gushed all over yourself and your underwear. No biggie. Suzanne shivered. Even as she tried to **** her thoughts back to safer, less sexy images, she couldn't stop herself from re-living the highlights of last night. Dream-Angela had played with her pussy. Had made her twin sister clean Suzanne's pussy off of Angela's fingers. Had told Suzanne to play with Beth's nipples and piercings. How she had crawled between Dream-Beth's legs and tasted her. Played with those metal rings adorning the older girl's pussy. Remembered how Dream-Angela's and Dream-Beth's labia and clits had looked so different from her own. Remembered straddling Beth's face. Lowering herself so that Beth could lick her. How Angela had fingered her while Beth licked her. How she had done the same to Beth. And then... unable to move. Unable to protest. Angela had -

"Suze! You about done? It's 6:20!", one of the twins, Suzanne wasn't sure which, hollered from the doorway of the bathroom.

"Y-yeah! Coming!" Suzanne turned one last time, rinsing any remnant suds from her body as she turned the water off. Reaching for a towel, she called out. "I'm out. You can come in if you want!"

One of the twins shuffled in. Topless. Only panties. Bethany? Guiltily remembering her dream, Suzanne snuck a quick glance at the shorter woman's breasts. Rings, not barbells. "Hey Beth. Sorry. I just got lost in my thoughts." Suzanne opted to hide her blush by taking the towel and drying off her face. She missed Bethany give her nude body an appraising look. By the time Suzanne had uncovered her face, Beth had started the water and gotten in. As Suzanne was about to leave, Bethany called out.

"Will you wake Ang up and tell her to get her butt in here?"

"Uh.. Sure. No problem." Suzanne exited the bathroom. Did she mean in the SHOWER or just in the bathroom when she said, 'in here'? Wrapping her towel around her torso, Suzanne walked over and gently shook Angela's shoulder. "Angela? You up?"

"Mmmmbhhhh", came the reply.

"Angela, Beth said she wants you to get up and join her." Suzanne tried again.

Angela sat up. If Suzanne hadn't known better she would have sworn that Angela was avoiding looking at her. Like she was embarrassed or something. Maybe she's not as comfortable in a locker room setting as she let on? Suzanne shrugged. "She did?" Angela sounded tired. Resigned "Guess I should, then. I don't need her getting all bossy on me." And getting up, the topless twin barbells, not rings rolled out of bed and into the bathroom.

Suzanne wasted no time getting dressed. As she was getting dressed, her eyes fell on her journal. Might as well, she thought. Pulling on her t-shirt, Suzanne picked up her journal and walked over to the couch. How to put this? Deciding, Suzanne begin to write. "Last night I had the most intense sex dream I've ever had. Angela felt me up, and made Beth lick my juices off her her fingers. Then she made Beth get on the bed and she told me to play with her sister. Then she told me to 69 with Beth. And while I was doing that, she fingered me." Suzanne blushed. Just thinking about it, knowing that it was just a dream, she was still ashamed. And aroused, her inner voice reminded her. She began to write again. "And right before I came, Angela played with my ass! I came so hard in my dream it felt like I had peed on myself! But it was just a dream. But I have NEVER had a dream feel so real before. ANY dream." Tapping the pen against her pursed lips, Suzanne nodded. It was a bit longer than her earlier entry, but then again, one sentence wouldn't encompass that dream. With a gasp, Suzanne saw the words she had written and the reply from the diary flash at the top of the page as she was thinking about the prior day's use of the journal. She tried willing the prior day's entries to go away and felt a thrill of something shoot down her spine. This was some Harry Potter shit alright! This was real magic! She vowed to use the journal more. With a start, she realized that the journal hadn't responded to her entry. Looking back at the book, Suzanne sheepishly whispered, "Sorry. I got distracted. But that's all I have for the morning." As they had last night, the words she had written seemed to be absorbed into the paper.

"It's no problem, Suzanne. That sounds like quite the dream. " The words appeared one letter at a time as if an invisible hand was writing them. Suzanne gasped. "Have no fear. I was made just for you. Of course I know who you are. I want to be your friend. I want to know all the tea, as you young ones say. And remember, none of your new sisters can read anything written in me unless you want them to. And since you shared such a juicy bit of news, allow me to reciprocate. The twins both had the same dream as you. The three of you were all in that dream together."

The pen fell from Suzanne's numb fingers. "No way. No WAY. That's not possible! Dreams don't work like that!" She kept her voice down. She could still hear the shower running and she thought she could hear voices. The journal wrote some more. "Yes way, Ms. Green. Remember... magic." And with that, the words faded out. Suzanne sat in shock. Suddenly, she thought back to what Beth said to her before Suzanne got in the shower. Ohmygod! What did she say? Something like I didn't touch her anywhere that made her uncomfortable? What did she mean? Like, when we were sleeping? Or... Blushing, Suzanne couldn't make herself put a name to what all had happened in that dream. Hearing what sounded like an argument from the bathroom, Suzanne poked her head in. To her _relief? Surprise? _She didn't know what she felt, she saw that one twin was seated on the lid of the closed toilet, wrapped in a towel while the other showered. Beth must be sitting, since her hair is wet. And because you just looked at her boobs the voice in her head reminded her. Suzanne coughed, clearing her throat. Both twins' heads snapped towards the sound. "Sorry to interrupt." Suzanne studiously looked at a spot on the wall somewhere in between the twins. "I just thought I'd let you know that it's 6:40. We probably need to leave in 10 minutes." Sheepishly, she looked at Bethany.

"Thanks Suze", Bethany replied. Turning to Angela, Bethany's voice changed. "Make sure you scrub well. I've got to pick out a new ornament for your body today." Angela shivered under the hot water and mumbled some form of assent. At Suzanne's questioning look, Bethany spoke. "Apparently, that transformation of Ang's kicked in this morning. As soon as 6 AM rolled around, I just knew that I had to pick something before 6 PM, or something unpleasant would happen. Sorry if you heard us bickering. I was trying to talk with Ang about it, but she just wanted to yell at me. Maybe we can talk about it later if she can keep her temper in check." Suzanne was paying attention. She saw the look in Beth's eyes. She was looking forward to this! Marking her own sister! Turning back to Angela, Bethany announced, "I'm going to get dressed. Don't take too long." And turning, she gestured to Suzanne and the two of them left the bathroom.

Suzanne walked with Beth back around to the twins' side of the bed and plopped down on the mattress as Beth pulled on a pair of underwear before dropping her towel. Seeing Suzanne looking at her breasts, Bethany blushed and fought the impulse to cover up. Instead, she turned more fully towards Suzanne. Suzanne, realizing that she had been caught staring, started stammering an apology. Bethany interrupted her.

"It's like I told you last night. It's OK if you want to look. It'd be weird if you were, I dunno, sitting in the corner and staring."

Suzanne's heart froze. Ice water went down her spine. In the deafening silence that followed Beth's statement, both women paled. "But that was in my dream. How could you know that?" Suzanne whispered fearfully.

"Oh holy crap." For Bethany, this was a pretty serious epithet. "What are you saying Suzanne? Tell me exactly what was in your dream."

Seeing the deadly serious look in the shorter woman's eyes, Suzanne hurriedly recounted her dream. She was proud that she only stumbled a handful of times when Bethany told her to elaborate on a particular part of her story. "OK. So that's pretty wild. I think we keep this to ourselves for now. Don't tell Angela. I'll tell her. I promise. But not right now. Promise me, OK?"

"Okay." Suzanne felt the **** of the shorter woman's gaze. "I won't tell her. But you promise you will? I think she should know."

"I promise, Suzanne. Just right now as she's going to be hurrying to breakfast and getting dressed isn't the best time." Beth reached out and lightly touched Suzanne's hand. "And just so you know, I enjoyed that dream. A lot. And I think you did, too." Bethany knew she was blushing, but she was proud of herself for getting the words out. For looking the younger woman in the eye. For taking charge, Taking charge was hot!

Suzanne blushed furiously and covered her face with her hands. "Oh God!", she moaned.

Bethany stood and gently took the young goth's hands in her own. She lowered them from Suzanne's face and letting them go, gently tilted Suzanne's face up so that she could look the shorter woman in the eye. "It's OKAY, Suzanne. I don't blame you. I certainly don't blame myself. I don't even blame my sister. It felt good. I came so hard I blacked out. I'm still really new to this kind of stuff, and I think you are too." Seeing the hesitant nod from Suzanne, Bethany continued. "But going forward, I think stuff like that is going to start happening here, in the real world. Your transformation about the senpai thing is probably going to see to that." Suzanne shivered again, and not from being cold. "But I want you to look me in the eye and tell me that you didn't enjoy that. That it didn't feel good. I'm not saying that we have to repeat that or act like it was no big deal. I just don't want you thinking you did something wrong. Because you didn't. OK? Look at me and tell me that you understand what I'm saying."

Suzanne met the shorter woman's eye. "I understand. "

"Good. Then consider this matter closed until the three of us talk about it later, OK? I promise that we will. Just not right now. " The sound of the shower stopped and the girls could hear Angela shuffling around in the bathroom. "We'll talk. I promise." And on an impulse that she would spend most of breakfast questioning, Bethany leaned forward and planted a little kiss on Suzanne's forehead. "Now I gotta get dressed. And I'm skipping the bra. It's not like I need one." Turning towards the bathroom, she shouted, Ang, no bra today!" And with that, Bethany resumed getting dressed.

Suzanne nodded and got up from the bed. She walked over to the couch and slumped down onto it. She could still feel Beth's lips on her forehead. That sweet, intimate kiss. A lover's kiss, a voice in her mind suggested. Suzanne shivered again, lost in her thoughts. Wait a minute! If Angela can only wear lingerie, and Beth told her no bra, she's going to be topless! Unbidden, images from her dream the night before dominated her thoughts while she waited for the twins to get ready. She never noticed the contemplative look that Bethany gave her as she walked away.

******

Dave woke up. For a moment, he panicked. The unfamiliar surroundings, the bed that was far too comfortable to be his own bed, the blonde woman standing at the foot of his bed staring at him... "Gah! What the fuck, Sage! Are you familiar with the concept of fucking privacy?"

Sage grinned conspiratorially at Dave. "Hello Pot. I am Kettle." And with that, she extended her hand as if in preparation for a handshake.

"What the fuck? I didn't break into your room and watch you sleep or whatever it is you're doing here", Dave shot back. "So no, Ms. Kettle. My name is David." He glared at her as he spoke.

"David? My apologies! See, I was looking for the man who spied on not one, not two, but THREE cabins and their occupants last night. The man who watched the occupants in two of those cabins really get to know each other, if you know what I mean. From what I recall, he found it hard to stop watching. I thought he might have a stroke. Or cum unglued." She gave him an exaggerated wink. "Does that guy live here or is he in the other Director's Residence? I could have sworn I left him here last night. Apologies, good sir. I'll just go talk to the girls about their evening activities and tell them about how you watched it all. If you see the man I'm looking for, be a dear and send him my way. Mmkay? Thanks!" Sage turned to walk out of the room. Dave blanched and his shoulders sagged, defeated.

"Please don't go. Please. What do you want, this morning, Sage?" Dave tried to keep despair out of his voice. He had tossed and turned most of the night, guilt at the thought of spying on the girls, one of whom was his freaking partner!, gnawing at him. He reflected that once again, post-nut clarity was a bitch.

"You sure? I can round the girls up real quick and we can have a little community meeting about which show you liked best if you want", Sage offered in a sugary tone of voice.

"No. Please. Just, no." Dave sighed. "I apologize for yelling at you. I was startled. My bad."

"Apology accepted, my dear. Water under the bridge. Milk out of the titty. Cum -"

"Sage, I think I get it", Dave interrupted.

"Fine. Moving along. This morning after breakfast, I'll need you to go to the Center after you finish. There's a new wing I had installed overnight. You can't miss it. Head on in and you'll get filled in on what's next. I'll have a little chat with the girls and they'll have free time until the speed dating activity this morning. After the speed dating, lunch will be served. And everyone will have free time until dinner, at which point your rankings of the speed dates will be posted. The top date will spend the night with you. Tomorrow, Aside from meals, the day is free until 3 PM. We'll have our second Challenge then, followed by a new round of transformations! Isn't this exciting!" Sage clapped her hands excitedly. "Oh! I forgot to point out to you, but if you want to write in a journal, I've put one on your nightstand. None of the girls will be able to read what you write in it. It's magical! It will even talk back with you! I promise, it's not some creepy thing designed to possess you or anything nefarious. It's even got a little note that I think you'll appreciate. Give it a look this morning before breakfast, OK? Good! See you at the dining hall!" And with that, Sage disappeared in a flash.

Looking to his bedside table, Dave noticed a weather-beaten leather journal with an old-fashioned fountain pen sitting on the cover. Muttering to himself, he flipped it open. Nothing but blank pages. As he was staring at one of the pages, suddenly text appeared:

"I shaved my pussy for the first time ever today and then later flashed Ofc. Brewer. I was so embarrassed, but it also kind of turned me on." -Suzanne Green, last night

Bethany played with her pussy while everyone else was watching Angela go down on Jane. She knew that her sister could feel it and did it anyway - A secret that Suzanne Green learned last night

Dave was speechless. No way! Is this a joke? But then again... He thought back to when Suzanne had experienced her little wardrobe malfunction. She was definitely shaved. How the hell does this work? As if it was reading his mind, the words on the page faded and new text appeared.

_"What did you think about Suzanne's little show? What about the show Angela put on with Jane? Or what you did with Louise?" _Appeared in the middle of the page.

Dave slammed the journal shut. He knew very well what he thought about the referenced activities. He was also still pretty ashamed of his reactions to them. I just stared at Suzanne. I didn't bother to try and tell her she was flashing the room. I just stared and thought about what I'd like to do with her. And Jane... I know what she said to me. But still. That's not HER talking. That's that fucked up magic shit talking. Does it matter?, the Voice asked. Like it or not, that's Jane now. She got off because you were watching. She told you as much. When are you going to stop being a little bitch about this and step the fuck up? At night, in the heat of the moment, Dave, like many people, found it considerably easier to justify actions and thoughts that, in the sobering light of the next morning, suddenly lost much of their appeal from the night before. I don't know! OK? Fuck! Now I'm asking my subconscious if something is OK? Get it together Brewer! Addressing the Voice (his subconscious, the Voice reminded him), Dave formulated a proper response. I WANT to do what you're suggesting. I WANT to do what Louise and Jane said. But I don't trust that part of me. I NEED to be an honorable man. I NEED to feel like I have a code of morals and that I live up to them to the best of my ability. Giving in like you're asking me to do feels like a fundamental betrayal of who I am. But so is standing idly by while others are in need, Dave. You're not the kind of guy who can watch someone in need without helping them. And all of these girls are in need right now. And since you don't have any fucking magic of your own, this new reality is your ONLY reality now. Whatever might have been done to their minds was apparently painless and it doesn't seem to be causing them any major emotional distress. So right now, you holding out is only being selfish. You're putting yourself ahead of these 7 women who absolutely NEED your help. So get the fuck over yourself. Write in that stupid journal if you want someone to boo hoo with you or whatever. But you better start pulling your weight, or for some of these girls, life as they knew it will be a thing of the past. Now get your ass showered and dressed. We're hungry. And with that, the Voice faded to the background in his mind. Looking back at the journal, Dave contemplated trying it out, but decided against it when he realized that breakfast was in thirty minutes. Grunting, he got up and went about showering and getting dressed for the day.

*****

Breakfast was considerably less exciting than dinner had been the night before. Dave watched the girls make their way through the serving line before taking a seat at the table. To his complete shock, Angela was topless.

Showed Master Her Breasts! +3 VP

Angela: 20 VP

She blushed furiously but made no move to cover herself. Bethany seemed oblivious to her sister's state of dress or emotion. Jane and Louise seemed to be getting along. Thank fuck for that, he thought. Of all the cabin pairings, he had been most worried about that one. He hadn't held back much to Jane after the divorce had been filed. Jane was firmly Team Dave, and he had worried that her loyalty to him would make for a hostile environment in the cabin. But this morning, the two women had entered the dining hall together and had appeared to be engaged in a friendly conversation. They even ended up sitting next to each other and continued their discussion, occasionally including Dave. It was something about one of the TV dramas they they both watched and that Dave only had passing knowledge of. He tried to follow it, but the characters' love lives and all the political backstabbing were just too confusing for a casual viewer to keep up with. The twins and Suzanne entered together. The trio seemed... OK? Suzanne would occasionally shoot a look Bethany's way when the shorter woman wasn't looking. And while none of them seemed upset or agitated, neither did they exude the casualness of Jane and Louise. Last to enter were Hillary and Grace. There was definitely something between them. Grace appeared to be the calm and collected woman that he had always taken her for. Hillary, on the other hand, trailed behind Grace, and if Dave didn't know better, he would say that she was either on the verge of overheating or she was embarrassed. He did his best to keep his eyes on her face and not her exposed breasts, no matter how much he appreciated the look. He was moderately successful at this. With a flash, Sage appeared standing by Dave's chair.

"Good morning, my sweets! I trust everyone had a good night? Got to know our roommates a little better? Dave saw several women shift nervously in their seats at that. "Nice, sweet dreams? I sure hope so!" Again, out of the corner of his eye, Dave was aware of some shifting in seats as Sage spoke. "Because this morning, you'll all be participating in an activity. Think of it as speed dating. You'll each have an equal amount of time to convince Dave that you're the girl he should spend tonight with. Isn't that fun?" Sage looked expectantly at the assembled group.

"Isn't that a little unfair?" All eyes turned to Suzanne, who flushed, but maintained her stare at Sage. "Isn't that weighted towards those that know him already?" Looking at Hillary, Suzanne continued. "And not to single anyone out, but don't some people start out kind of in the hole already? It doesn't seem very fair to me. I'm not complaining", she hastily added. "I was just wanting this to be an equal contest."

"That's certainly a fair point, dear Suzanne. I won't elaborate on it right at this moment, but trust that I have put in place various safeguards that will allow for unbiased decision-making. Additionally, I should point out, that while this isn't a VP challenge, how you are ranked will net you BP, so the higher the rank, the better!"

At this announcement, there was nervous muttering between the girls. Sage dropped her hand on to Dave's shoulder. "Now, if our Master is done with breakfast, I'm going to ask him to head to the Friendship Center. You'll find a sign pointing you in the right direction once you enter. Off you go!" And with that, Sage began chivvying Dave out the door. Turning back to the group, Sage began speaking. "Now. The rules. This is speed dating, but it will be unlike any speed dating you've ever experienced. Probably. Because you see, your Master, Dave, will be missing a couple of his senses. He will be magically blindfolded and equipped with magical ear protection. He won't be able to see or hear you. Should you desire, you may secure his hands however you wish. You may leave them free. It's up to you if you want him with his hands free, as some of you are... more identifiable than others." Sage threw a wink at Hillary, who scowled. "He will be naked. You may elect to strip as well, but you will start clothed. Whatever you would like to do, feel free." Sage held up a cautionary finger. "I should say, please remember the rules. Do not try to hurt the Master or yourself. Consequences for that will be swift and harsh. But otherwise, go nuts. You will each be given fifteen minutes alone with the Master. Nobody will be allowed to observe and take notes. You're all on your own. Dave will be sequestered in the Friendship center in a soundproof room once he arrives there. So by the time we finish our little chat, he'll be hidden away. You may use the next two hours to prepare. You may elect to discuss basic strategy with your harem sisters, although I feel I should point out that helping the competition will only hurt your score. You may purchase items from the Trading post. These items may be to assist you, or to hinder your competition. You may NOT discuss any personal knowledge you possess about the Master's sexual preferences. This will be magically enforced. However, given that there is a great deal of sexual inexperience in the harem, for now, anyways", Sage smiled. "I will permit the answering of GENERAL questions on the topic of sex and male pleasure, so long as they do not cross the line and discuss what the Master likes. I think I've about covered it. After the last of you goes, you'll have free time until 7 PM tonight when the Master will announce who his favorite date was. And don't worry, everyone will be ranked. This is important, because the second place finisher tonight and the winner of the challenge tomorrow afternoon will be who Dave picks between to spend tomorrow night with. And as a reminder, ladies, earning VP with the Master is much easier when it's just the two of you. So, as there are no questions, your planning time begins... NOW!" Sage clapped her hands and a large timer appeared on the wall. "You'll find this timer outside and inside every major building in the camp, including your cabins. I will expect you outside the Friendship Center at 10 AM sharp. And ladies, do not be late. Good luck!" And with that, Sage disappeared.

In the sudden silence, everyone stared wide-eyed at each other. Recognizing the early signs of panic, Jane quickly got to her feet and attempted to establish order before the group devolved into chaos. "Ladies. Ladies! If you'll look at me, we can discuss this like grownups. Please. Just hear me out, and then if you want to bail or say something, I'm not going to try to stop you. OK?" Looking around, Jane made eye contact with each woman present and got a nod of assent from everyone. "OK. So. Uh... Fuck it. I'm not going to try and tiptoe around this. One, because it's not my style, and two, because the sooner everyone can come to grips with what's going on, the better. So I'm ripping the bandaid off. I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable, and I'll be happy to sit and talk with any of you that are. I have some experience dealing with trauma. But for now, I'm going to use crude language, because I believe that that presents the fewest opportunities for miscommunication. OK?" Looking around, Jane saw general agreement. "Alright. I think that some of you think that Sage's description means that we have to fuck him." Bethany and Suzanne each flushed and looked at their shoed. "I don't think that's required. Don't get me wrong. If you are comfortable doing it and riding a guy is your thing, I think that's not a bad strategy. But if you've never fucked a guy before", she looked at Bethany and Suzanne. "And I'm not trying to call you out or embarrass you, but unless something wild happened last night", both girls blushed but said nothing. "Unless something wild happened, I'm pretty sure that you're still virgins. Which means that I wouldn't recommend losing my cherry like that. I think that for your first time you should be able to talk to him and actually see each other. And I'm not saying that just to get 2 hot young snatches out of the competition, either." Jane either intentionally used that language or was unaware of how crass she had just sounded. She continued. "There's SO much more than just dick in pussy when it comes to sex. We have all kinds of time to prepare. You could slather yourself in baby oil and just rub all against him, like a lap dance. I think most guys would agree that the biggest problem with a lap dance would be the prospect of cumming in your pants. That's not on the table here. You could use your mouth, your hands, your tits, hell, you could use your ass! What I'm saying ladies, is that don't limit yourself to thinking that it has to be fucking. I'm not sure about the setup. I feel like she said he was going to be seated. I wonder if we'll be able to lay him down?"

"Since you asked, yes! You can also stand him up. But the real requirement is that YOU ladies are the ones that are going to do all the work." Sage's disembodied voice came out of the corner of the room, startling everyone.

"Uh... OK. So. That answers that question. So we have LOTS of options available to us. I obviously want to win, and I think that all of you should feel the same way. However, I also want to be a team player. We're in this together, whether we like it or not."

"I agree. We're a team. All of us", interjected Louise. Jane shot her a grateful look.

"So yeah. I'm definitely going to try to out-do all of you. But I'm willing to listen and offer advice if anyone wants it. I think Louise feels the same way?" Looking at Louise, Jane received an affirmative nod. "Lastly, I would make one suggestion. Actually two. So far, Dave has seen or touched at least three of our pussies." Jane's composure faltered a little as she felt herself blush. "I'm NOT ashamed or regretful about that. Angela?" Jane looked at the twin in just her panties and a garter belt. "I enjoyed that very much. I wouldn't mind maybe repaying the favor sometime." And at Jane's wink, Angela's blush deepened, but a shy smile still made its way onto her face. "But as I was saying, he knows what nearly half of us have going on in the bush department. Which means that he will be able to rule some of us out if he is able to detect the presence of a bush or not. Same with the hair on our heads and our tits. Only three of us have piercings, and they're all distinct. If it's rings, it's either Bethany or Hillary, and no offense, but her tits are a lot bigger than yours. Not that I don't think your boobs look great!", Jane stammered out. Bethany blushed and smiled.

"I know hers are bigger. I'm used to being the smallest bust in the room. I'm not ashamed of what I've got. But I appreciate the compliment." Bethany seemed more confident than she had the day before, Jane thought.

"So what I'm getting at is that maybe we try to minimize how much contact we give Dave with easily identifiable traits. To that end, since I'm unaware of how to suddenly grow a bush, I'd suggest everyone shave before 10 AM. Maybe consider putting your hair in some kind of bun or something so that that's one less thing to identify us with? Again, I'm not telling you what to do. If you wanna rub your bush all in his face, have at it. I just think that for me, I'm going to try my best to remain a mystery. I want us all to do well here. We're stuck here and we don't appear to be going home any time soon. Working together, I think that's how we get home as quickly, and as us as possible. Which brings me to my last point. I looked at a few things for sale. Some seem tailor-made for some of us. Some seem to be designed to fuck up whoever you buy it for. I'd ask that we keep the fuckery to a minimum, please. It's part of the rules, and I can appreciate playing to win. I'm promising now though, that I'm not going to sabotage any of you for this. We're sisters now. On the same team. Down the line, maybe we'll have to do that. But today, I don't think we do. Also, just to point out... Everybody can see your BP balance, so it won't be a secret if you purchase something." Jane looked sheepish. "Uh, sorry. I didn't mean to ramble. I sometimes get nervous and just keep talking. But I meant what I said. That's all I got." And with that, Jane sat down. Louise reached under the table and gave Jane's hand a reassuring squeeze.

After Jane sat, there was silence. After awkwardly looking around at each other, Grace was the one to break the silence. "I appreciate what you've said, Jane. I agree that we're all in this together, and that needless antagonism is counterproductive. I'm headed back to my cabin. I have some things to think about and preparations to make." And with that, the petite blonde got up and walked out. Once the spell was broken, the other women soon made their exits. Bethany and Angela were next to leave.

"Angela. Let's go. We need to talk." Bethany's voice was firm. Confident. It was a bit of a shock to hear the softly spoken, "OK" from the usually more boisterous twin.

Hillary was next to go, simply standing up and walking out, leaving Jane, Louise, and Suzanne.

Louise leaned forward and tried to put on her most open, friendly expression. "Suzanne, if you don't want to answer, that's totally understandable, but how much experience do you have with boys?"

Suzanne bit her lip and looked to her lap. Blushing, she managed to meet the other woman's gaze and mumbled, "Basically none."

"Don't worry about it. We can tell you everything you need to know. Do you need to go back to your cabin or would you like to go to the Center? There's more comfy seating there. Or, if you don't want to talk, that's fine. I just assumed since you stuck around that you might have questions", Louise said.

"I do? Like, obviously, I took Health and Biology. I know what happens. But as to actually doing stuff? I think I'd like to hear opinions on that. The Center sounds good to me. Can I meet you there in like ten minutes? I just wanna grab something from my cabin real quick." Suzanne was standing up as she was speaking.

"Sure thing", said Jane. "We'll be waiting for you there." And with that, the three women left the dining hall.