This choice: Go to class like normal, come back to this later • Go Back... For a while, I just stood there in silence, dazed. This was impossible. This was incredible. This was-
Then I saw the clock in the bottom-right corner.
"Ah, Christ..." This was causing me to be late for class. I took my bag, threw the books and stuff I needed for class in it, then ran out the door.
As it was, I arrived almost ten minutes late to the stern and disapproving gaze of... well, everyone. I quietly took a seat and waited for everyone's attention to focus back on the professor's lecture. That guy had a drone so boring that he could make drills envious. I didn't even pay attention to his lecture, despite the fact that everything he said was usually vital. How on earth could I? How could anything he say be nearly so important as what I had sitting on my computer at the dorm? I spent half an hour thinking only of things I would try out when I got back, then decided that if I didn't have SOMEthing down for today, then I might have to face repercussions later. "Might" being the operative word. I had a program that could do ANYTHING- what was I afraid of? Still, better safe than sorry- this can be the back-up for if anything went wrong. I took my quill and parchment from my leather sack and started to-
Wait, what the hell?
I looked around, and saw that all my belongings had changed into 17th century counterparts- pens to quills, notebooks to parchment sheafs, etc. Before I even had time to contemplate this, my shirt and corduroys were replaced with a full-length coat, complete with stuffed shirt and stockings. I even had buckles on my shoes. I looked like something straight out of the Constitutional Congress. What the hell was going on?
I looked around, and no one seemed to notice about the changes except for myself. The students continued writing, and the professor continued droning. I didn't have time to react before my outfit was switched out for that of a pirate, with an eye patch and head-bandanna, then with an astronaut outfit, a ballerina costume, a suit of armor, a construction worker... What the fuck? What the hell was doing this?
Then it struck me. The Master PC. It had to be. I'd forgotten to close it. And my roommate... oh, Christ, not him. Tell me my roommate didn't come back and find it. The man was nice enough to be around, but one of his vices was that he had a sadistic personality towards simulation games and creators. He'd shown me some of his twisted little Mii creations back at the dorm on his Wii, and if he saw one simulator of me, on my computer, and didn't know what it was, then it would be right up his alley to fiddle with it.
And sure enough, that would mean...
The last outfit I was wearing, a full-body swimsuit with snorkel, scuba gear, and flippers, vanished into thin air, replaced by absolutely nothing except my original briefs, which thankfully he kept on. At least the man wasn't a pervert. During this series of changes, nothing disrupted the class's note-taking and the teacher's droning. I sincerely hoped he was done with just my outfit-switching, but part of me still had doubts.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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