Brooke needed to fucking unplug. There was no one to talk to — complain to, more like — about the relentless noise of grinding gears in her head. After all, everything was going better for her than anyone could possibly ask for. She was the first woman to qualify for the Grand Prix in over 30 years — longer than she had even been alive. And she was going to be the first one to win. That was according to her, of course… bu...

“Hey, have you seen a Sarah Conner come through here?” I asked the cute little goblin woman minding the entrance of the Ms. Monster Maze. “Why, are you here to kill her?” the goblin answered playfully. I glanced down at the black leather jacket and t-shirt of my Terminator costume and put on my best Arnold voice. “Oh, no, we are fighting fate together now, haven’t you heard?” I hefted my orange-tipped shotgun over my shou...

It was nearly two in the morning, and we finally had the jacuzzi all to ourselves. I leaned against the warm massage jet at my back and stretched my arms out along the cool tiles of the rim, behind the shoulders of Siobhan and Abby on either side of me. They were each in their second swimsuit of the day, one-pieces this time, while their bikinis dried in Abby’s room. Siobhan was still in her favorite shade of red, while A...

The breeze coming off the nearby ocean was the perfect temperature. Siobhan rolled onto her side on the pool lounger beside mine. Her breasts pressed together, and she propped her head up on one hand and smiled. I took a glance behind me. The resort’s pool area was usually crowded, but it was early afternoon, and most of the guests were still at lunch. We were hardly alone, but no one was looking. I reached out, brushed a...

“Hi! Come on in.” The customer’s name was Mika, according to the work form. She turned out to be a woman about my age, with bouncy bobbed hair and a bubbly smile. She was dressed in a baggy t-shirt with an obscure cartoon character on it that had been my favorite as a kid. It was long enough that I wasn’t sure until she turned to lead me inside that she was wearing shorts underneath. I trained my eyes upward, to the back...

Siobhan and I had talked for years about checking out Comicorgy, but this was the first time everything had lined up for us to go. We’d settled on going as Terrance and Tiffany Tempest, a superhero couple of radiation-empowered scientists we’d always had a soft spot for. We’d really gone all out on the perfect costumes — skintight scarlet body suits with white accents and subtle raised lines, to suggest the presence of fu...

It had been two weeks since Rachel and I had hooked up, and my streak of missing appropriate windows to talk about stuff had firmly resumed. Rachel had practically asked me what I wanted, and I hid behind my dice. I’d been in the zone all night, so in tune with her, pushing and pulling just hard enough to keep her fully, ecstatically in the moment. But I still couldn’t tell her that I wanted to be more than a friend, and...

The weekend was almost over, and the last few sips of beer and wine swirled around the bottoms of our glasses as we fidgeted with them, none of us quite willing to finish. Siobhan and I were hosting three of her former roommates, all of whom, according to her passing comments, had “cleaned up nicely” since she had known them in college. I had no points of comparison to judge this for myself, but I could certainly agree th...

I want to say I had a feeling this would happen. I did have that feeling, but not in some kind of useful, psychic way. It felt just like any other intrusive thought. I told myself it was normal. Jitters. Like everyone must have on their wedding day. I breathed my way through hair and makeup and final fit check, and tried to smile and laugh along with my bridesmaids at the right intervals, as they tended to the details on...

It’s a relief to know that my chastity belt can recognize what’s going on, if belatedly, and I’m not in danger of literally crushing myself. Still, any idle fantasies I might have harbored about whispering, “The sky is red, water is dry” to myself in my room, just to see what it feels like to be comically well-endowed, evaporate within hours of bearing the curse. The smallest of fibs add up shockingly quickly. After just...

Ruby Oakley has been given an emergency housing transfer, and her status as a WCLK student is under official review. For the first time since I arrived on campus, I can lock my bedroom door and go to bed feeling safe. I’m sure to be assigned a new roommate soon, but as Nathan keeps reminding me whenever I get nervous about it, they’re practically guaranteed to be a step up. Our midterm project hasn’t officially been grade...

There are just a few weeks left before the first April Fool’s Day of my college career, and I’m scared as hell. It’s not a milestone I ever expected to take much notice of, but here at Caverley University, pranks are practically a religion, and April Fool’s Day is bigger than Christmas. Seriously, Caverley is known for two things: epic pranks and a top-notch film department, the latter of which is what prompted my arguabl...

“Does it feel as good as you remember?” Iris asks, as I dress myself once more in the pink, clinging spandex outfit she’s brought for me. She’s lying on my bed, watching me with her delicate chin propped up on her hands, legs kicking idly back and forth in the air under the tails of her winter coat. “It’s even better,” I answer, twisting around in front of the mirror to admire the way the fabric cups my ass without a sing...

“Hey.” I hear Iris’s voice behind me and sidestep out of her way, preparing to discreetly watch her pass by. Watching Iris is one of my little pleasures in life, and with college being a lot more all-night cram sessions and a lot fewer debauched parties than I was led to believe, I’ll take what I can get. “Hey,” she repeats. I move all the way over, so my shoulder is up against the wall of the corridor. “Hey, Kevin!” It s...

Nathan Miranda and I lead Ruby from the dorms to the parking lot, and then halfway across town to a little suburb in the northern valley. Or rather, Oakley leads us there. Ruby stays on her trail at a careful distance, only occasionally catching up into visual range to confirm that it’s still Oakley we’re chasing. The watch is still with her. Whenever I worry that Ruby might be getting too scared to continue, she gives me...