Before time began, there was... the Cube.
What? Seriously? Why the fuck do I have that little narration from Optimus Prime (voiced by Peter Cullen) in my head?
Let's back up here. My name is Megan. I have brown hair and green eyes, and I turned 18 about a week ago. I love, love, LOVE games! My human Death Knight character, Meganite (the Relentless) is currently sitting in the 90's, and I plan to grind her up to level 100 over the coming weeks now that I have the Warlords of Draenor expansion for World of Warcraft. My friend, (who I... admit I have a crush on) Davis, has said he can't get the expansion right away, but that suits me just fine - I've already bought a copy for him that I plan to give him on his birthday coming up in a few weeks' time.
Have I mentioned yet that my family is wealthy? Like, really wealthy? Like, we're as wealthy as the Barnes' wealthy? (probably mostly because the elder sister in the family, Vanessa, squanders a good chunk of it on frivolous crap to flaunt her family's wealth. She gives the rest of us rich girls a bad name...) Well now I have. Sadly, my parents are often away on business, so my staff are like my extended family. My maid, Beverly, has probably taken care of me more than my actual mother. That's kind of sad, and even my mother says so.
And they say that rich people don't have problems...
Anyway, I'd be more looking forward to Davis' birthday, but ever since I turned 16, my dreams have been getting pretty weird. Like that night, I dreamed I was in some place I've never been to in my life. And unlike the typical dream, like somehow coming to school naked or my teeth falling out of my head, I still vividly remember every detail of my dream. I can feel the corset that was squeezing my ribcage like a boa constrictor, (as though I'd ever have reason to wear such an abomination with my excuse of a figure) smell the slight dust in the air, and god I wish I could forget that taste...
Every night since has been like that. Different place I've never been, yet so vivid the history teacher loves me. It could be Azaroth or somewhere in the Koprulu Sector (just... not Char... or Redstone... or New Folsom... I've a thing against hellishly inhospitable planets) or hell even Hyrule, but no. I've got to dream about being seemingly random women in seemingly random time periods.
"Megan, if you're done daydreaming over there, why don't you tell the class what a simile is?" Whoops. That would be my English teacher... and he's less than pleased I'm off in my own little world.
"Similes are words that sound the same as one another, but mean different things." I answer.
"That's correct... if we were talking about homophones. A simile is a figure of speech that directly compares two things. An example would be 'dead as a doornail'. Please pay attention in my class."
And just as he's about to go back to his work, the bell rings. My hero. The class and I get up out of our seats and leave for our lockers. It's the end of the school day!
As I gather my things, a large, buxom shadow falls over me. "Mind if I join you on the trip home? My folks are out on their anniversary and the bus seats suck in the worst way." its owner asks in a mildly sultry voice.
I turn around and look up. A fair bit up. Before me stands easily the hottest and most popular girl in school. This walking wet dream of a girl stands an imposing 6'5" - barefoot. Right now she's got her heels on so she's closing in on 7 feet. Her glorious DD-cup breasts rest tantalizingly behind the fabric of her tank top, begging to be let out. And her face, featuring blue eyes, is framed with long blonde hair. But wait, there's more! For as hot as she looks, she's also got a brain. "If you want, but it'll cost you... That'll be one sleepover, please, Sara!"
Sara (pronounced Sa-ra, not Sar-ah) smiles widely and replies, "Deal. We haven't done a sleepover in ages..."
We've been best friends since we were kids. We tell each other practically everything! Which is why while waiting for Alfred to arrive with the limo, I say, "I had a weird dream last night..."
"Another one? Where were you this time, ancient Egypt?" Sara asks inquisitively.
"Same continent, but not in Egypt. In fact... I-I don't think any countries had been established yet. I think if it were, say, Zerus, I'd be around the first Spawning Pool..."
"So the birthplace of humanity? Did you personally know the Flintstones? If your next dream has you in the future, I'm going to suggest staying away from those old cartoons..."
"Very funny, but now I reveal my trap card. Because this part may just blow your mind. You see, this time I'm pretty sure I wasn't one of the early humans. I believe this because I must have been a hell of a lot bigger than any of them. They were small enough to me that I could easily pick them up in my hand like those Warhammer 40K figurines for crying out loud!"
Sara immediately stops giggling as I told her this. "L-let me guess, this dream was just as vivid as the last ones, right?" she asks.
I'm interrupted by the limo's arrival. The black vehicle pulls up by sidewalk we're standing on before Alfred comes out to open the door. "Good day to you, Miss Sara." he says politely, "Am I correct in the belief that Miss Megan wishes for you to be given a ride home with her?"
Sara nods as I confirm, "That's correct, Alfred. We're rectifying the grave matter that it's been ages since we last had a sleepover."
He nods in understanding and allows us to enter the passenger compartment before closing the door. As he gets the limo on its way back home, I return to my conversation with Sara. "The dream was very vivid, Sara. I don't know if they were the entirety of the early humans or just one tribe or so, but I remember the smell of the fire they had going to cook their kill and the feel of lifting an individual closer to my face so I could see and hear him better. They didn't seem afraid of me, which was a relief..."
"A-and then what happened?" Sara asks nervously, yet almost on the edge of her proverbial seat.
"I woke up in my room with my mother telling me it was time to get ready for school." With the current subject exhausted, I changed it to something less weird. "So, what are you getting Davis for his birthday? I've bought him-"
"The Warlords of Draenor Expansion pack and the next three months' fees on you. You've only told me a million times, girl. Any more and he's bound to overhear. But I'm getting him a couple of those Splatoon Amiibo things he's been wanting. If he's already bought 'em by the time his birthday comes around, I'll bury his sorry ass in the ground. It's kind of ridiculous that they're so hard to find..." she answers with a touch of humor. The three of us know she'd never seriously hurt the guy, but every man knows instinctively that it's in their best interest to not anger the hot girls.
...Speaking of hot... I feel flushed all of the sudden. It quickly passes, but I swear I just grew like an inch. My nipples also feel pushed just a touch further into my brassiere, and I feel a little less pudgy around the middle. I remain silent about this as frankly I'm not sure what to make of it.
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