As tumultuous as the day had been, it had to draw towards its inevitable end. Students that were exploring the campus filtered off towards their bedrooms; in the case of the first years (most of them) they made quite certain only to change in one of the two bathrooms provided with the doors locked, bolted and carefully leaned against, and also made quite certain that the lights were off, thank you very much. Surprising how easy it is to keep a secret from people who are too busy keeping their own, isn’t it?
Of particular note, Oliver slunk out of the room she had been spending the last couple of hours with a bit of a very nearly drunken swagger and an equally nearly drunken smile on her face. She looked over at the room next door, dramatically raised a hand with index finger extended… Then seemed to change her mind.
“I’ll talk to those scallywags tomorrow,” she said, wagging her finger. “Tricky, tricky! I’ll have to thank them for their… ‘h’ word in the morning.”
Within those pair of rooms were sights that were, honestly, quite adorable and surprisingly similar. The occupants of those rooms had decided that they might as well just share a bed, and fallen asleep within each other’s arms. Naked as the day they were born, and a great deal more content with where they were.
Elsewhere, on the other hand… This is where our attention must regrettably focus. I know, I know. You wanted to hear about the two pairs of girls spooning. You wanted to hear about how Alec had snuggled her head in between “Frank’s” breasts. You crave detail on how the tall martial artist unconsciously pressed her leg in between her roomie’s thighs, or wrapped her elegant yet powerful arms around her in a protective manner. Or perhaps you would like to hear how Jamie and “John” were resting their heads right next to one another, holding hands as they slept with their lips at the absolute most inches apart throughout the night.
But, to be quite honest, nothing much of substance was happening there. At least, not in a literal sense. But then, you might ponder, what is happening there in a metaphorical sense, or a figurative sense? Well, smartass, that’s not quite what I meant. Instead what is meant is simply dreams, and oh! What dreams they were having! Not just them. Throughout the campus!
A fact that “Kevin” was in the process of discovering mere moments after closing her eyes. Ever since making the deal with the statue, there had been a sense of anticipation, anxiety about what would happen when she went to sleep that night. Therefore she was the last and final first year to get a bit of shut eye that night. Compared to how long it took some of the others… Well then, that certainly said something!
So she drifted off to sleep like a bag of hammers drifts off to sea: Not particularly well, more sort of dropping in it right to the bottom. One moment she had been staring up at her ceiling, and the next she blinked -
And was in a newsroom, clutching a notepad and a pen. Kevin looked down at herself, and beheld a respectable reporter, a woman in sensible office attire. Not Kevin. Kelly. She released a world-weary sigh and began to examine herself. Impressive. Most impressive! She really looked the part! A serious reporter, a journalist that could take the world by storm!
“Ahem!” coughed a very deep voice. Kelly very nearly jumped out of her skin, and turned towards the source. A large and heavy-set man, chomping on a cigar as if his life depended on it. “If you’re done admiring yourself, I gots a new story for you to look into.”
“I’m on it!” she said with a determined expression. “What’s the story?”
“There are some interesting rumours about a local hospital,” the man said. Obviously her boss. Whatever his name was. “I would like you to go undercover as a patient to investigate.”
“Investigate what?” she asked, furiously taking notes. “Which hospital? And when do you want me to start?”
“When do you start?” her boss repeated. “You’re already there.”
Kelly blinked, and found herself staring up at a ceiling with a series of playing dolphins painted on it. The word “huh?” seemed appropriate. Hadn’t she just been -
“Oh, well! Look who is finally awake!” a male voice said, intruding her thoughts. A doctor. A handsome doctor. Looked sort of familiar. He pressed a hand to her forehead. “Hmm,” the handsome doctor tutted, leaning over to get a better look at her. Kelly felt rather flush, and couldn’t keep herself from looking when his labcoat came open and revealed a rather fantastic pair of tits that she could snuggle up to -
“Your temperature has gone down,” a female voice said. Kelly blinked again. Where there had been a doctor, there was now a nurse. But… Well, not really a nurse. More like a sexy parody of a nurse. The kind of outfit that would get one fired from any hospital in the real world. “You’ll be fully recovered in no time! Which is great! A cutie like you shouldn’t be laid up for too long!”
Kelly looked down at herself while the nurse swished and swayed out of the room, and swallowed very nervously. She was a guy, or at least disguised as one again. Kevin blinked, and rubbed his head, then climbed out of the bed and tried to follow the nurse out of the room.
Except there wasn’t a hospital outside that door. It was a spaceship. Not just any spaceship either. It was a spaceship that was apparently being crewed by the auspicious and infamous all-female club for women that couldn’t disguise themselves as men even if their lives and the lives of everyone they knew were on the line and they had a budget that would make nations weep with envy.
“Captain,” said one, in an obviously faked male voice. “An enemy spaceship has appeared on scanners. It appears to be a Nympha Empire Sultry-class erotiship.”
“Damn tape…” the captain said, making a very blatant (and ignored by all present) attempt to fix the tape that was supposed to be hiding her large, large, comically large breasts. “Open a channel, audio only.”
“Ohhh, Captain!” cooed an extremely erotic-sounding voice. “I am sooo glad you’ve arrived.” Everyone shifted uncomfortably in their seats in an attempt to hide an erection that could not possibly exist because these were obviously women. “We’ve suffered an engine failure, and could badly use your help!”
Every member of the crew shuddered for seemingly no good reason at all.
“Of course, we’ll be glad for the chance to offer any… assistance that we can,” the Captain said, once again his voice obviously several octaves lower than it naturally should be. “On the condition that you make no effort to seduce any of my men with your sexual wiles or sensuous curves!”
“Perish the thought,” the voice said. Hang on. That voice sounded familiar. Where had she heard that -? “We will be ready to receive you whenever you can send your big, strong men over! The gesture will be appreciated by the Empire, as we are currently completely helpless.”
Another shudder went through the room, and the line up and died on the spot.
“Captain, as the ship’s medical officer I must insist that we take the necessary precautions,” Patrick said. Hold on. Patrick? “I should be able to create some sort of resistance to their overwhelmingly seductive effects.”
“Do what you need to do!” the Captain ordered. “And remember, tonight is the big game. So we have to all show up, sit on the couch and drink beers while letting the chores accumulate until we have absolutely no choice but to do them!”
A rather unenthusiastic cheer went up, and Kelly honestly felt quite chagrined by the sexism on display. Sure. It wasn’t against her gender, but that only made her feel more awkward for being there. Speaking of being there… Patrick was heading off the bridge, so Kelly stormed off and followed her out through the doors -
And landed face down in a pool. Faced with yet another impossibility, Kelly started to laugh.
“Oh. Right, of course!” she laughed. “I’m in a dream. Some investigative journalist I am, huh? I’ve made a real ass out of myself!”
“Indeed,” said a voice that sent a chill right down her spine. A feeling that was followed by a finger trailing its way down her surprisingly naked spine. “And what a fine, fine ass it is!”
Kelly made a rather undignified noise, then made an even less dignified leap, and turned around to come face to face with her own worst nightmare. This was not, as she had first surmised, a swimming pool. It was more like one of those rooms you always see for some ruler or other that has a harem. The “harem room” pool was full of, oh, quick head count, maybe twenty or so girls? All looking eerily identical, all wearing very differently designed yet equally revealing bikinis.
All of them with Simon’s face.
“My, my, my!” the Simon at the front of the harem said. “Aren’t you a delightful dish?”
Kelly backed away, with fear rising in every step. She didn’t get particularly far. “Let me go!” she protested.
“No, sorry. Can’t do that,” Simon said, wagging her finger. “We’ve got to get you to meet the head Simon!”
“… You have yourself as a harem?”
“Can you think of anyone more deserving, darling?”
Oh, dear god she had to get out of here! As in, right now! Kelly began to panic as hands reached out for her from seemingly everywhere. Simon’s smiling face drawing closer, closer until it filled up her vision, and -
“Hey, wake up!”
Kelly was sitting up in bed, she was sweating, and she was breathing heavily. A cursory look around revealed that she was in her dorm room, with a very worried-looking Patrick gripping her wrist to check her pulse.
“Tsk, nothing too weird,” Patrick said. “Just a bad dream, I expect. Then again, if you keep having nightmares like that I may have to recommend therapy.”
Dream. Just a bad dream. Some power this was turning out to be! No… Maybe it wasn’t so much the power’s fault. Maybe it was because she didn’t know how to control it yet? Maybe - Maybe if she went back to sleep and tried to really concentrate at it, she could control it? Keep things from getting too freaky or anything like that.
“Hey,” she said. “Thanks for… Waking me up. It’s really appreciated.”
“Not at all!” Patrick shrugged. “I’d have done the same for anyone, even if I didn’t love them.”
Kelly nodded and closed her eyes. Yeah. That was the - Hang on a second. “What did you just say?”
“I said,” Patrick slowly unbuttoned her pyjama top and sliding it off his - make that <i>her</i> shoulders. “I love you.”
Kelly gulped nervously. Patrick, er, Patricia slid into bed right next to her, leaned her face in so very, very temptingly close - Then popped out of existence in the wink of an eye. Kelly winced. “I’m still dreaming,” she realised, and willed a banana into existence in her hand. “Oh boy. This… could be quite troublesome.”
Meanwhile in the real world, Patricia was looking around the room and engaging in quite panicked consideration of why the blue hell she had taken her pyjama top off in her sleep and tossed it across the room. Not that Kelly (or as Patrick was thinking of her, Kevin) knew that, and if Patrick had anything to say about it, Kevin never would.
- Kevin continues having dreams, and slowly begins to master the power. If only the dreams she was going into weren’t so erotically charged! Surely it was going to have an effect on her. (Unless, of course, she was the cause of the erotic nature of the dreams somehow…)
- The next morning is the assembly meeting.
- The next morning, Oliver stops off to thank John for his <i>helpful</i> advice.
- Simon’s up to real-world mischief.
- Alec tries to get through the day without hearing that damn word said by anyone.
- Something else
<u>St. Doria’s Character Index - Freshmen Class</u>
<u>Room A</u><br>Alec/Alicia Spina - Small, gentle girl from a wealthy family. Inherited the family curse whereby she and any other unmarried woman are magically compelled to have sex whenever that person says Alicia’s trigger word (Help) to her. Short, light hair. Majoring in Music. President of the Enigma Club.
Frank/Francis Hawes - Athletically gifted girl who hates dolls and is a huge fan of sports and mixed martial arts. Competitive at Judo. Believes she was sent to the all-boys school by her parents as punishment. Short brown hair. Member of the Enigma Club.
<br><u>Room B <i>(Next door to Room A)</i></u><br>John/Joan Corn - Scion of the Corns, a family of elite con artists. She views all of the other students as potential marks or resources to be exploited. Member of the Enigma Club.
James/Jamie Moschella - Hyperactive science fiction nerd. Until recently was actually a boy, but had her gender changed by an accident at her parents’ top-secret laboratory. An expert at creating realistic-looking sci-fi props. Majoring in Science. Frizzy ginger hair. Member of the Enigma Club.
<br><u>Room C</u><br>Kevin/Kelly - Daughter of a famous investigative reporter, hoping to follow in her mother’s footsteps and get real-world undercover experience by hiding her gender while at school. Entered into a contract with a mysterious entity after arriving, which granted her the ‘Dream’ power. Bright orange hair, heavily freckled. Majoring in Journalism.
Patrick/Patricia - Dedicated to becoming a doctor someday. Because of wrong information she received while growing up, she began pretending to be ‘Patrick’ several years before arriving at St. Doria’s. Secretly obsessed with dolphins. Wispy blonde hair, wears glasses. Cousin to Reggie. Majoring in Pre-Med.
<br><u>Room D</u><br>Oliver/Olivia - Experienced thespian with a forward yet artificial demeanor. Used to being the leading ‘man’. Black hair slicked over one eye, dusky complexion. Majoring in Theatre.
Simon/Simone - Wealthy heiress with designs on seducing a rich young man and living luxuriously on his income. Outwardly posing as a metrosexual gay boy. Black hair in a ponytail. Majoring in Business.
<br><u>Room E</u><br>Reggie/Regina - Excitable girl who came to St. Doria’s to be with her upperclassman brother Nate, whom she has a crush on. Cropped brown hair. Cousin to Patrick.
<br><u>Room F</u><br>Ray/Lauren Reynolds - Bisexual girl with a flat chest. Dreams of being the dominant man at school and of having a threesome with both genders. Lush, cropped blonde hair with a pencilled-in dark brown goatee.
Eli/Lizzie Janssen - Thin, reserved geeky girl. Formerly a lesbian but starting to find guys more attractive. Cropped red hair, freckled.
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