Rough mornings

Friday Morning Turn 9

Twist: College Graduates - When you put a spy on the board draw a card

The idea had come to Cynthia in a dream. Normally she didn't put any stock into dreams, but this time it was different. She'd woken up with it still fresh in her mind and she continued to work the idea over in her mind as she got up and got ready to start her day. By the time she arrived at her office, far earlier than usual, she was ready to put the idea into motion.

She did pause briefly to update the game. Today's twist gave a bonus card when playing a spy, so naturally she played Espionage to make use of it. She played her new spy on WORK, so she'd cover 3 of the 4 options. As for her existing spies, they'd earned her two coins and two new pieces of information. First off, the De-aging Ray did just that. It would lower the physical age of a target by 10 years. She was excited to test that one out later. The other bit of info was rather useless. Two players live in dorms. Since she already knew that Grey lived off campus, that left the two unknown women. Not very helpful at all.

As for the twist, she picked up her free card. Robotic Pet. It was free, but the hidden self effect worried her. Well, she'd decided what to play next later anyway.

Robotic Pet Cost: 0 VP : 1 Effect Self[Gain card/Gain 2 coins/Hidden]

Cynthia finished typing up her proposal and printed it off. Then packed it into her bag and left her office. She had to walk all the way across campus to find her target. As she approached the office she could hear voices coming from inside. She poked her head around the corner and saw a male student talking to the person she'd come to see. He must have heard her, because he turned to look at her. Cynthia tried to offer a polite smile, but her gaze was immediately pulled down. He was wearing loose jeans that didn't provide any sort of bulge at all, that that it affected her compulsion. With a lot of effort she pulled her gaze back up to meet the student's eyes. He seemed...confused.

The student looked back to his professor, "Thanks for your help. I should get going."

"Alright, good luck." Mia Hernandez said to him. When he was gone she turned to Cynthia, "And just what are you doing here? I've already told you no. In more ways than one."

"You have," Cynthia admitted, "But I have something a little different this time." She walked into Mia's office and laid the proposal down on her desk.

Mia raised an eyebrow, then started to flip through it. She clearly intended to dismiss it without really reading it, but then her eyes widened and she went back to the beginning. Cynthia sat down and waited as Mia read ever word. Finally Mia looked up, "Are you serious?"

"Yes, of course." Cynthia said.

Mia looked down at the paper, then back up, "If we could convince the Provost...this would be good. For both of us."

"That's why I'm here. Well...one of the reasons." Cynthia said.

"One of the reason?" Mia raised an eyebrow, "And the other?"

Cynthia reached into her bag and pulled out a necklace. She set it down on Mia's desk, "Put it on."

Mia stared at it. It was a nice enough necklace, although the 'Yes' pendant was a bit odd.

Cynthia smirked, "I know. But just...humour me," Cynthia stood up and closed, and locked, Mia's door, "I'll explain everything afterwards."

Mia stared at her for a moment, then shrugged, "Fine. I'll put it on." She grabbed the necklace and slipped it around her neck, "So what's up with-"

"Take off your shirt." Cynthia ordered immediately.

To Mia's horror, her body instantly obeyed, "W-w-wha-" She struggled to find the words as her hands unbuttoned her shirt, without any conscious effort from her brain. She removed the blouse and tossed it aside, then stared at Cynthia, eyes wide.

Cynthia smiled. She still had no particular desire to see women's bodies, the app hadn't messed with her sexuality at all...yet..., but she was realizing that she did enjoy wielding power in a rather dangerous way. Having Mia utterly at her mercy gave her all kinds of bad thoughts.

Luckily for Mia though, Cynthia was able to restrain herself and return to her true purpose, "Put your shirt back on."

She waited until Mia complied, "What the hell is happening?" Mia asked.

"Allow me to explain. I told you about the game, Nefarious. You thought it was a scam. Well, it's not..." Cynthia gave her a rough overview of the game so far. Not all the details of course, she didn't tell Mia that Cynthia had caused the locust plague for one, but she brought her enough up to speed, giving a few commands here and there, to make Mia fully understand the situation.

Over their conversation Mia attempted several times to remove the necklace, but of course it was futile. When Cynthia was done, Mia spent a moment trying to think. Finally she spoke, "Ok. So obviously, I believe you. As much as I want to be rational about this...magic is real. Or I guess what I mean is, accepting that magic is real IS the rational response here. What I'm not sure of...is what this has to do with your proposal...and why you even told me..."

"Let me ask you this...you read my proposal and quickly saw it's merits, if we presented this to Dr. Peters...do you think he'd give us the funding?"

Mia shook her head, "Not a chance." Mia knew the proposal had merit, but she knew they'd have to fight like banshees to get it approved.

"Why is that?" Cynthia asked.

"Because he's a misogynist prick." Mia said flatly.

"That's right," Cynthia agreed, "But what if we had...I don't know...magic?"

Mia touched the necklace, still around her neck, "But we'd never get him to put this on!"

Cynthia shrugged, "Maybe. Maybe not. But even if we did that's still a problem. Watch this...Mia obey my every word. Remove the necklace."

Mia immediately took it off.

"Now strip nude." Cynthia said.

Mia didn't move. She raised an eyebrow, "Huh? Oh...the commands don't last."

"Bingo. But that's not a problem. Well, it is," Cynthia quickly grabbed the necklace off the desk before Mia could think to pocket it herself, "but it's one we can overcome. This game represents an opportunity. For me. For you too. This game is rather...sexually oriented. My opponents are just kids. They are going to use these powers to get laid, but we are going to use it to flip this University on its head. You can't see the app, but that doesn't mean we can't work together. With my proposal and this app...the two of us can go very very far. What do you say? Partners?" Cynthia stuck out her hand.

Mia hesitated for a moment, then finally grabbed it, "Partners." She agreed.

---

Regan felt warmth radiating from her pillow. It was so inviting she squirmed closer to it, pulling it towards her face. Then she felt a bit of dampness on it and the strangeness of it **** her to open her eyes. It was dark out still, but not so dark that she couldn't realize she didn't have her face buried in a pillow at all. She tried pulling her face back, but then two strong hands grabbed her and pulled her closer, smushing her face right between Ashley's breasts. She tried harder to free herself, but even in her sleep Ashley was far stronger than Regan. Ashley held Regan like a stuffed animal and Regan had little choice but to take it. Sure, she could have pinched Ashley or kicked her, something to wake her up, but Regan wasn't all that upset to be deep in Ashley's cleavage.

A wicked idea came over her. Carefully she tugged Ashley's tank top down with her free hand until her puffy pink nipple popped free. The Milk-Milk was still doing it's thing and causing her to constantly lactate, so even now there was traces of milk on her shirt and breast. Regan brought her mouth down and took the nipple in her mouth. Ashley moaned in her sleep, but didn't wake up. Regan quietly sucked, savouring the taste in her mouth. She felt herself getting wet at just how naughty she was being. Any second Ashley could wake up and easily Regan was sucking on her boob. She'd be shocked. Confused. Upset even. But Regan kept going. It was only when the flow of milk appeared to stop entirely that she stopped. She was going to pull Ashley's top back up, but her arm was pinned, making it impossible.

Instead she pretended to be asleep herself, closing her eyes and cuddling into Ashley. Her plan worked. When Ashley finally woke up a while later she immediately realized she'd pulled Regan firm to her breast, and that her boob had slipped out. She was mortified and worried that Regan would think she was some kind of pervert. She quickly extracted herself and covered her chest again, whispering quietly, "Sorry Regan...", before slipping out of bed.

Regan waited until she heard the door close before opening her eyes and getting up herself. She stretched and went back to her own side of the dorm. She checked the app, saw the new twist, and confirmed her choice of Espionage. It wasn't 8 yet, so she'd have to wait a little bit to place her new spy. She scrolled Reddit for a few minutes before Ashley finally returned.

"Oh you're up!" Ashley said, a slight flush in her cheeks, "D-did you sleep well? Not scared?"

Regan shook her head, "No. Thanks. I really appreciate it. I did have a few weird dreams about being buried in pillows, but I don't think it was related to the movie."

Ashley's cheeks turned even redder, "O-oh. Strange. I'm...I'm going to grab a shower before breakfast."

"Me too," Regan said, "I'll come with you."

Regan grabbed her stuff and walked with her roommate to the showers. Luckily for both of them the showers were individual stalls, not communal. Afterwards they got breakfast together, and then Regan was finally able to place her spy. She put it on Invent, thinking that was the most expensive option for a reason. Then she got a new card, Strip Trigger. She had no idea what the hidden effect was, but she couldn't wait to find out.

Strip Trigger Cost: 12 VP: 5 Effect Others[Hidden]

Then, unfortunately, Regan actually had to do some work. She was spending a lot of money to be here after all, failing out would be a pretty poor outcome.

---

Grey reached turn and turned off the water tap. Then he straightened up and stepped out of the shower. He looked at himself in the mirror, and was rather grateful the fog concealed his appearance. It didn't matter how much time passed, the face in the mirror just looked like someone else. Lars might joke about it, but this transformation was on the scale of life ruining. Grey Snyder was a man. All ID and documentation confirmed that. The person in the mirror? They didn't exist. He had savings paying for rent and groceries now, but what comes after that? How could he get a job as a person with no identity? He decided it was just lucky he didn't live south of the border, the chances of anyone requiring him to prove his citizenship here were exceedingly low.

Not that he considered himself lucky at all. He felt uncomfortable all the time. Even little movement felt different, and wrong. He'd lost nearly 6 inches in height which meant everything came from a new perspective and his new centre of gravity meant that he frequently made mistakes in normal everyday tasks. He felt like a total klutz all the time. And that discomfort paled in comparison to having to use the bathroom. He'd been trying to avoid going anywhere except at home, but even there he felt a profound longing for the equipment he was missing even time he did.

With a sigh he grabbed his towel and started roughly drying his hair. While there was more of it compared to his pre-transformed self, it wasn't so long that he felt like he needed to dry it properly. Maybe if he cared a little more about his appearance he would have, but for now, this would do. Then he dried the rest of his body just as quickly, trying not to think about it as he dried his breasts and between his legs. Finally he wrapped the towel around his waist, as he'd always done, and exited the bathroom.

He hadn't quite made it to his room yet when Lars opened his door and turned to face him. Lars opened his mouth to say something, but then his jaw fell wide open. Grey stared at him, "Lars? You ok?"

"T-t-t..." Lars started to mutter.

Grey cocked his head to the side, "Are you ok?" He asked.

"TITS!" Lars finally said, pointed at him.

Grey looked down. It took him a second of stunned silence to realize what he'd done. Muscle memory and **** of habit had taken over and he'd wrapped the towel around his waist, as he'd always done for as long as he could have remembered. As a man he'd never once cared about baring his chest to anyone, let alone Lars.

But he wasn't a man anymore.

"Shit!" Grey brought his hands up and covered his chest awkwardly, "Dude, don't look!"

Lars shook his head, "You, my very best friend in the whole wide world, you would ask me to look away? You know how much I love looking at tits and now you have a perfect pair and you won't share? You're probably spending all your free time groping and staring at them and you won't even give me this little crumb?"

"Fuck off!" Grey snapped, "If we could trade, I would. Fuck...let's do it."

"It?" Lars asked slowly, "I mean...I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted but...dude...as hot as your body is, you're still a guy mentally. I just think..."

"We're not having sex you moron!" Grey shouted.

"Oh no, of course not. Not sober anyway." Lars said.

Grey turned his back to Lars, "Just meet me downstairs in 5 minutes."

"Uh, sure. No problem." Lars said.

Grey hurried to his bedroom and slammed the door behind him. Why was he so embarrassed? He let go of his chest and looked down. He was ashamed to say he felt a twinge of arousal, just from looking at his own body, but since that arousal came as a sensation of need from between his legs and not a throb in his cock he immediately tried to pretend it wasn't there. He got dressed quickly, trying to ignore the unfamiliar feeling of it all.

First, panties. Unlike the boxers he was used to wearing, these were tight and snug against his body. He'd told Cynthia yesterday that he didn't need panties, that he'd go buy men's underwear, but somehow she'd convinced him this was the better choice. She'd used the necklace of course, but even with that gone, her argument remained sound. Panties fit better under his clothes, drew less attention to himself. They were made for a woman, made for his body, and would be more comfortable. And, as she'd put it yesterday, they were free.

Then...a bra. As much as he hated the idea he'd spent just long enough without one to realized that it was now a necessity for him. Stupid boobs. Why did they have to get so big anyway? With a huff he opened the drawer where he'd stashed them all...

"Huh?" Grey said it loudly, his confusion evident in his voice.

The drawer was empty. Save one.

The last bra you'll ever need. All the others were gone without a trace. All the functional bras Cynthia had picked out for him were gone. All that remained was this very frilly push up bra.

He groaned, but he put it on. Adjusting the cups properly to fit as Cynthia had taught him yesterday. It would always feel weird to put on a bra, but for now it was a necessary evil. He glanced at his phone...maybe just for now.

He finished his outfit with jeans and a t-shirt. Both were things he wore as a man, and now as a woman, but they weren't apples to apples. Men's jeans were meant to be functional. At least the ones he wore. But women's jeans were meant to draw the eye and Grey's new body drew it very, very well. As for the t-shirt, it was the most comfortable thing he owned, but it was still uncomfortable the way it draped across his chest. He would rather have put a thick hoodie on, but it was way to warm for that. Besides, the piercings would only let him cover up for so long. He'd slept topless for just that reason, but now he needed to start timing the shocks, trying to figure this out.

Finally he was ready. Grey grabbed his phone and went downstairs. Lars was waiting for him, "So...what's up?"

Grey ignored him. He dismissed the notification of his spy and the useless bit of info the spy had produced, then played his Invention. A small pill bottle appeared in his hands. He quickly checked the details, fighting to keep the disappointment off his face. Then he placed it on the coffee table with a thunk, "Well, you think I'm holding back on you? Take one."

Lars's eyes went wide, "Is that..."

"X-Change. You were right. It says it changes your gender. But, it's limited. 4 hours."

"Bullshit." Lars said.

Grey rolled his eyes, "I can't show you the app to prove it to you, but trust me. I don't want both of us to be background-less chicks. I need you to be you."

Lars hesitated, then slowly reached out and grabbed the bottle, "Fine. I'll do it. Then I'll strip down and let you ogle me for the next 4 hours. Show you I was serious."

Grey stared and waited as Lars held the bottle in his hand, not moving to open it. Lars's eyes kept flitting up towards Grey, then back towards the bottle. Grey waited patiently for him to make a decision.

---

Kai had been late for practice. A first for her. Not that the coach let her off easy for that fact. She'd made her do laps for 15 minutes before being allowed to join her teammates. Normally a run like that wouldn't have done anything to do. Normally she wouldn't be late. Today was different through. The withdrawal symptoms had improved. It had taken a late night and sleeping in, but she felt better. In some ways anyway. Her head no longer pounded in her skull. Her lips didn't feel dry. The men on campus just smelled like sweat and cologne. But something else was there...she felt weak.

The weakness showed in her run. It showed in their practice. While yesterday the coach had praised her for her strength, today everything felt off. She missed her digs. Waffled on her spikes. Her serves were all into the net. If she hadn't made one block, it would have been a completely ineffective practice. And after practice her worst fears were confirmed. Yesterday she'd been stronger than she'd ever been. Today? She couldn't even do a single rep at her normal weight. She had to drop plate after plate after plate until finally she picked up the barbell. Just the barbell.

She couldn't even finish her set. It was too embarrassing. She put the weights away and practically ran back to her dorm. She went straight for the Protein Powder. She scanned the text on the side and found what she was looking for. A warning about discontinuing. Her strength would come back, eventually. She threw the tub across the room, a rare outburst from her. So her choices were take the powder again and...and...do that thing...or suffer as a weakling for an indeterminate length of time? If she were just another student that would be one thing, but she was an athlete. Her team was counting on her. She was counting on herself. She wasn't just here to get a degree, she was here to win.

She opened the app, looking for a solution. She bit her lip, then bought it, the one thing that might help. The Mind Control Satellite. She immediately clicked on the details to find out what it did.

Mind Control Satellite Cost: 8 VP: Effect Self[Gain 1 card per invention] Effect Others[Lose 1 card] Effect Special [Creates a satellite that can be used to target NPCs. Satellite may issue one command to one person once per day. Effectiveness of command depends on target's initial willingness]

She wasn't sure how much she could use the special effect, but the self effect gave her 4 new cards to work with. Maybe something there could help her.

Nanobots Cost: 5 VP: 3 Effect Self[Gain 2 card/Lose 2 card/Hidden]

Invisibility Ray Cost: 7 VP: 3 Effect Others [Lose 2 coins/Lose 1 card] Effect Special [Hidden]

Chastity Belt Cost: 22 VP: 8 Effect Self[Gain 1 card/Gain 5 coins/Hidden]

Hypnotic Ray Cost: 1 VP: Effect Self [Gain 1 spy] Effect Special[Hidden]

None of them stuck out to her as something that could help with her current predicament. She flipped back to the Mind Control Satellite. After deploying it she received a new interface, showing a map of campus with thousands of little dots moving around it. There was a list of names to one side with a search feature. Out of curiosity she typed in her own name. All the dots disappeared save one, right where her room was in the dorm. There was a place near the bottom to enter command, but it was greyed out with a warning, 'Cannot target players'.

Instead she typed in the next name she thought of. Jonah. This time all but 4 dots disappeared. The list of names showed all 4 Jonah's. Names only, no photos. But she knew exactly which one she was looking for. After all, only 1 Jonah was currently in the gym. The field at the bottom for entering commands was no longer greyed out. Instead it seemed to flash, awaiting her order.