Sam

Samantha backed away from the mischievous looking maid. Despite her belief that things probably couldn't get much worse than they already were, she was still holding out hope that she would find some way to escape her tribulations. She didn't doubt that the maid would come for her whether she left now or not; she just thought it was possible that the maid might be a bit less creative with her punishments if she had dealt with the other girls first.

She tailed Maria as the girl ran half the way to school, before settling into a brisk walk. She stopped by her locker on the way, taking the time to wait for the last bell. It was possible the maid would go to their classes looking for them, and while Samantha knew she was not allowed to miss her classes, it was probably safer to go to them as late as was possible.

She was concerned, though. How would it be possible to make her punishment worse? 'Worse' was such a broad word. Alexis was a fucking moron for telling her maid to do that. Any number of things could happen to her, and they could be as simple as making her shoelaces come undone every once in a while to... some absurd sexual thing. Samantha wasn't known for her creativity.

When there was only a minute to spare, Sam walked into her classroom. Maria had a... unique... fashion statement going on. Her phone was tucked squarely between her breasts. Sam raised an eyebrow at the sight and didn't respond to Maria's slight sneer in response. She wasn't even sure if the girl knew she had made a face.

Samantha was so preoccupied with her own punishment that it took her a while to realize the reason for Maria's state. Putting on a brave face, she turned to Maria.

"Am I... within range, sitting here?" She whispered.

Maria gave her a cheshire grin. "Yup. You're gonna see why Casper's kind of a big deal after all."

Samantha turned back to face the front, fuming slightly. Why was she so happy that Samantha was going to suffer with her? She deserved everything that was happening to her.

The teacher walked in and stood at the front of the room, quickly taking attendence with her eyes. When she looked at Sam, though, she did a double take.

"Samantha! What are you doing in here?"

"Uh, I have class?"

"Not in here you don't! I'm not letting you disrupt my class just because you want to hang out with your friend! Now get out, and get to class!" The teacher pointed out the door with a glare. Sam shot a confused glance at Maria, who gave her the most **** smile Sam had ever seen. She obviously was upset the ghost wouldn't be targeting her. Annoyed, Samantha got up and went into the hallway.

...Where the fuck do I go now?

Samantha decided to walk towards the office, to ask if her schedule had changed. When she arrived, she was only slightly surprised to see the maid sitting on a bench beside the door, nose buried in a book that looked extremely old.

She debated trying to get away, then exhaled and sat next to the maid, prompting her to close her book.

"Good morning, Samantha."

"Get to the fucking point."

"...As you wish. I have amended your class schedule," the maid responded, handing over a sheet of paper. Samantha took it and glanced at her classes. Looking over her new schedule, she was confused. She knew Hazel's schedule, and they only had 1 class together, the one right after lunch.

Samantha waited for the other shoe to drop. She didn't know what this fuckery with her schedule was about, but whatever it was, there was going to be more to it.

Madison looked mildly disappointed that Samantha didn't walk off, expecting things to be over. Reaching underneath her book, she handed another sheet of paper over to Samantha.

As Samantha grabbed the paper, Madison's hand snaked out and grabbed onto her right wrist. Searing pain came over Samantha, but she found herself unable to move. After what felt like a minute, but in reality was just a second, the pain faded, and Samantha could move again. Flexing her wrist, she saw a light purple tattoo forming a band all the way around her arm.

"That fucking hurt! What the fuck was that about?!"

"Read the paper I handed you."

Samantha skimmed the page, reading an absurd set of words.

Cow-girl, cheerleader, maid... Wait, this is some perv's wet dream!

Samantha couldn't stop reading. When she finally reached the end, she glared at Madison.

"What the hell is this about?"

"Now read this."

Madison handed her a third piece of paper. Samantha hesitantly reached out, then snatched the paper out of Madison's hand and stepped back.

Welcome to The Stage!™.

Remember when you used to dress up like a princess, or a Barbie doll? Remember when you watched movie after movie, loving the way that one person could perform so many different roles? Remember how, deep down, before you turned into an asshole, you wished that it could be you?

Well now it can! At the start of every day (and once you finish reading this note), you will randomly select a role to transform into! The band around your wrist will fill up as you earn points by performing actions in alignment with your role. But beware! Certain actions would not make sense for certain roles to perform! Some actions will decrease your total points, and some actions will not even be possible!

If, at the end of the day, you have filled up your points gauge, you win the satisfaction of having performed your role to the fullest! If you have not filled up your points gauge, you will have become entangled in your role! A part of your role will become a part of you (permanently)!

Welcome to the show, and we hope you have a great time!*

* The list of roles provided to you is not exhaustive. Any role you can think of can be used, provided they are not roles you would enjoy. Once a week, you will take the role you enjoyed the least out of all the roles you have ever taken. Wishcorp™ is not liable for damages, injury or **** sustained during The Stage!™.

"Wh-What the fuck? This is- these are all some submissive ass bullshit kinks! I'm a dom!"

"Well, you certainly won't be earning any points with an attitude like that. And what is your role today?"

Damsel in distress.

"Damsel in distress," Samantha said. Why did I tell her that? "This is... insane! There's no way anyone else's was as severe as this!"

Madison considered for a moment. "You are probably right. This is one of the most dramatic changes I have made. But I believe you got off relatively easy last time."

"EASY?! I-" Sam stomped on the floor, pacing in circle to calm herself down. Finally, she whipped back towards Madison.

"Give me a reward. For finishing the points bullshit. If I'm laying it all on the line, give me a reason to fight for it."

"Not turning into a walking amalgamation of fetishes isn't enough of a reason for you?"

"Be so for real."

"...Not for just winning. If you get double the amount of points needed... I'll give you mild authority over the role."

Samantha's interest was piqued. "What does that mean?"

"You'll be able to **** an aspect of the role on someone. If you got double the points in something like, say, princess, you could declare someone a princess and say, 'A princess doesn't dress themselves', and that person would be unable to dress themselves."

"Could I stack it? Use the same role on multiple people? Use multiple roles on the same person?"

"...You would not be able to use the same role on multiple people. You would be able to use multiple roles on the same person. Any role you apply to someone lasts for up to 24 hours, but then can't be applied to them for a week."

Samantha's eyes were power hungry. "Could I use that on Kyleigh?"

Madison nodded, face impassive. "Of course."

Samantha laughed. "You've got a deal. Oh, this is going to be too good. When I get a good role, you're going to regret this."

"I look forward to it, Samantha."

Sam began to walk to her new class.

"Oh, one more thing."

Samantha gritted her teeth. Of course there was.

"What?!" she asked angrily.

"I would like to accompany you on your date this afternoon with Lady Hazel."

"Fuck no! I don't want you there, and Hazel won't either. And why are you calling her a lady and not me?!"

"She behaves in a manner that is more ladylike than you." The maid flipped a page of her book as Samantha stared at her.

"HER?! She's..." Samantha looked around, making sure no one was able to hear her. "She's a muscle bound freak! I'm way more ladylike than her!"

"In what way?"

"In what way?! In EVERY way!"

"You are welcome to any delusions you have about yourself. Please make your way to class. I will see you after school."

Madison went back to her book. Huffing, Sam strode off towards class.