Thursday morning: It's the latex look today.

Casey has decreed your look for today, and you are going to don "the latex outfit". That means a pink sheer pantyhose (with little white dogfaces stitched on it) and above that a latex slip which again goes under a latex microskirt... that you are going to wish being longer the first moment you can.

On the other hand, you look damned sexy in the mirror. So maybe not.

On top, it is only a plain pink bra and a latex crop top that gives your boobs a noticeable uplift. You nod shortly, and pick up your gear for class, including the diary... Oh yeah. You pick up the pencil and strike out the last entry - after all, you did not fuck "Luke or Teak" last night. Instead, you describe how you had anal sex with Ayaddeen and then vaginal sex with... what was his name... Chester. For two rounds. You jot down their physical characteristics and then flip a page. For Thursday next week: Date with Abram, junior class, room 309. Then you flip back two pages: Right, there he is. John Ummerburn, also in room 309. Your heart flutters a bit. You still don't remember him, but you add a note that his eyes have turned grey.

Sigh. Now you need to check your squadmates' eye colors. If their shade matches their hair color, then you - or Casey - probably managed to... affect them with the 'Orchid Flower'. No, infect them with the 'Orchid Flour'. NO. Not infect, Casey sead that the mutagen can't spread. How did your roomie call it?

"Trigger" you murmur. "Gotta trigger them all."

Then you step out of the locker room and see Ashley waiting there with a getup almost identical to yours. Except, she wears orange, and she has high leather boots with mid-size heels instead of sneakers like you. You are suddenly feeling a bit conscious about your outfit. It looks totally great on Ashley's tall and athletic body, and should look just as great on yours. But the only one to see the color-coding, is you. Surreptiotiously, you asked a few other people besides Casey and Ashley. They always see the same colors that you only see when they are out of your "range".

"Hey, um Ash." you say as you scritch you neck delicately. "I told you about my color-coding vision, right?"

She nods, shaking her head. "That thing still sounds weird to me." she confirms. "That sounds like magic, you know?"

"So, how does my outfit look to you, then?" you blurt out. "I probably look like a colorblind clown who can't dress herself!"

Casey's wing-girls...