Thread: I want to play a game... (men or women welcome)

Lacey slowly opens her eyes. She finds herself in a strange bedroom. It's decorated in pinks and pastels. Her clubwear from the night before had been replaced by granny pajamas, meaning someone had seen her naked. The young woman rolled to the edge of the canopied bed. Her 5'2 stature did not allow her feet to touch the ground right off the bed. She had to let herself drop. The carpet was soft between her toes. She sighed staring out a balcony window. All she could see was mountains. There was no ground, just a bottomless landscape of mountains. The window was locked anyway. Walking past a large vanity table, dresser, and closet she pulled on a pink door. It was locked as well. You should have never gotten handsy with my husband last night young lady. Lacey turned throwing herself against the door. She did not see anyone in the room. Don't worry. You can't see me. This is quote a complicated spell that I've been dying to use. Who are you? Lacy asked terrified. I have no idea what you're talking about. Of course not. You were drunk out of your mind. That is no excuse. Sorority girls need to learn how to behave and that begins with these challenges, well...possibly challenges if you can pass the first one then there will be no more. To be more clear, this is an Escape Room Spell of my own design. This spell has consequences. Each choice leads to something more. The first choice sets you on your path. Given my busy schedule it may either be me running this Escape Spell or one of my colleagues. I will be watching either way. Pick an item in the room, any item, and let the games begin. Good luck. The odds are not in your favor. Screw you lady. Trust me dear, I am not the one who will be getting screwed. Her laughter disappeared into nothingness like a witch in a movie. Lacy looked throughout the room. She had never been the girly type. She had more guy friends than girls, avoiding drama at all costs. Oversized hairbows, stuffed animals, make up, a feather duster, the closet was full of feminine clothing suggestive and conservative. One item looked very out of place. It was a note written on pink stationary. Lacy picked it up. As soon as she touched it there was that cackling again. She read the heavy cursive carefully. Trophies dont know things . The note read. They just look pretty and smile. How will you spend your time, thinking or primping to be worthwhile? What year did the French Revolution begin? Lacey's eyes widened. She hadn't talked about that since high school. I don't know. 1776? Awww....poor little ditz needs to go back to school. Let's see if you can learn anything there or maybe you'll like what you become. As if you have a choice. The vanity mirror began to glow and glow and glow until the light engulfed the room. Lacey covered her eyes. When she could see again she was in a hallway full of pink lockers. It was empty with no sign of any one. A sign on the wall read Go Bunnies! and had a picture of what looked like a school mascot. The standard LED lights hummed above a tile floor. Lacey was still herself but no longer wore her granny pajamas. She was in a conservative school girl uniform with the skirt below her knees, white knee socks, and mary janes. A loose white long sleeve shirt had a tie going down her chest. Her short brown bob was done to perfection. This could not be real. What could be in store for her next?