Kim goes to a sports bar

“So, we heard your complaints about our little tests being too long,” said the redheaded dream spirit standing in the void next to Kim.

“Yeah, now we are going to give you an option to end them wherever you like,” agreed her blonde sister.

“Thank goodness,” Kim replied, cautiously optimistic at this turn of events.

“Indeed, we are now going to give you an objective, a little mission if you will. Finish it and you are home free!”

“Hold on…” Kim narrowed her eyes. “I don´t like where this is going, this isn´t better at all! What´s stopping you from giving me an almost impossible objective?

“Impossible task? Like what?”

“Like writing a hundred sentences on a chalkboard that automatically erases them? Being stuck at a music festival until I get all the singers´ autographs? Telling me to solve a complex equation that I don´t understand in front of a room full of professors? Dropping me in the countryside until I find a needle on a random haystack? I would be practically trapped in those places! It would be such a nightmare!”

“Those are great ideas! Duly noted for the future!” The redheaded spirit agreed.

“Damnit!”

“Wait, I don´t get it. How would you get trapped in the music festival?” the brunette asked her sister.

“Well, security isn’t going to let a random naked woman approach the singers, duh. In any case, we want to do something simpler this time. You are even going to be dressed for the occasion. Good luck!”

The spirits disappeared as the void twisted and turned itself into a new place. Wooden walls and a carpeted floor appeared around Kim, with balls and trophies adorning them. The room had tables and seats next to impressive TVs anchored to the wall. People were cheering and drinking with their friends as they stared at the screens in a trance. Kim was in the middle of a busy sports bar.

Instinctually, Kim launched her arms to cover herself and looked down. Huh, she could no longer see her rosy nipples, she had clothes! Wonderful, wonderful clothes!

Kim was wearing a colorful crop top, a miniskirt, and some sneakers. “Well, this is an improvement. Where is the nightmare part? What do I have to do?”

“Just get someone to invite you a drink.”

“That doesn´t sound hard.”

“Hey, check this asshole out,” a blonde woman wearing a green jersey pointed at Kim. “Came to gloat, cheater?”

“You´ve got a lot of nerve coming here, girl,” said her sassy raven-haired friend who was also sporting the same jersey. Weirdly, it seemed like half the bar was wearing the same outfit.

“What do you mean…oh no.” This wasn´t just any sports bar, but a team-based bar. The jerseys, the decoration on the walls, the TVs, they all had the same green color and emblem. Kim glanced down and …yeap, her top had the logo of another team stamped right in the middle of her chest.

“Speechless, huh? I guess that’s to be expected from cheaters like you.”

“Hello, fellow …sports fans! That sure was a match, huh?” What was even the sport?! “Want to celebrate our bout of friendly rivalry with a drink?”

“Look at this cheeky cunt! Talking like she already won the game. We´ll see how happy you are when the Jerseys kick your Shorts out of the tournament!” W-were those really the team names? Seriously, what sport was this?

“Yeah, piss off.”

Yesh, they sure took their sportsball seriously. It wasn´t just those two girls, but the rest of the bar was now side-glancing at Kim worse than the time she was sent to a church without clothes. She was feeling even more self-conscious than usual, which was weird because she was wearing much more than what she usually did. How was she going to get her drink?

“Wait! This is a misunderstanding! I´m a Jersey fan! I loved it when our Quarterback ran the bases to score the winning goal last game.” The mood in the bar got downright chilly. People stopped watching the screen to stare at Kim like she was some sort of undercover cop trying to get into their gang. “S-so come on, a toast to our favorite team!”

Kim tried to raise an empty glass, but the young bartender took it away from her. “No self-respecting Jersey fan would ever wear the Shorts ugly merch,” she chipped in.

“Oh, this? I, err, I lost a bet! That´s why I´m wearing this stupid top! Seriously, I hate this thing.”

“Prove it.”