The next day I smartened up a bit and did some research. The internet is a wonderful thing, and I wanted to use it to find out the mysterious woman’s identity. I started typing in all the key words I could think of, ‘superwoman’ ‘blond’ ‘real’ ‘tiara’ ‘gold and silver’ ‘forced to wear’ hoping that something would pop up. But the results were only porn and erotic fan fiction about fictional characters. There were so many Wonder Woman bondage sites.
But why the compulsion to try on the tiara? I swear I am not like that. I never looked at my girlfriends’ dresses and became envious. I mean sure I wanted to be royalty, but I never wanted to be a queen or princess. That part was still bugging me. The tiara just appearing in my coat pocket meant one of two things, either I was having gaps in my memory, or it automatically teleported there.
I went to the bathroom and closed the door, in case Brian came back unexpectedly. In my hands was the tiara. I was going to see if this thing caused me to become sick. I turned off the light and hide it behind the shower curtain, making sure it was pitch black, if the tiara wasn’t glowing, than I knew there was no radiation involved. Thankfully I couldn’t see anything.
The interesting part is when I turned on the lights and found that it had disappeared. Or at least it moved. I was about to look around until saw my reflection in the mirror. The tiara had appeared. But there was no clock in there. I still didn’t know if it teleported, or if it was causing gaps in my memory.
I took a good look in the mirror. I still looked the same. I was just wearing a feminine looking headwear. I leaned closer to the light. Maybe if I caught the proper reflection, I could see some secret engravings like in Lord of the Rings.
Then a strange thought hit me. If the tiara could teleport, why didn’t it just appear on the woman that Fred saw? Was it merely decoration? Too many questions were going unanswered. I needed to conduct my scientific experiments.
But I couldn’t at the moment. The strange part was that I couldn’t physically take it off. It wasn’t a huge deal, I had a few hours before my only class that day, so I had time to solve this. But it was disconcerting.
I walked around my dorm room, ate some food, looked at some porn, you know the usual. It was only around noon, when I realized that I had sat down to pee. Which any guy will tell you is an oddity. I wanted to head to the gym and work out, but I didn’t want all the jocks to see me wearing this thing.
It was about two in the afternoon when I felt the same dizziness as the previous day. My room began to spin, and I felt queasy again. I managed to make it to my bed, but to my horror, I didn’t wake up there.
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