The What If Machine - A College Student
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The What If Machine - A College Student
The morning fall air was crisp as a trio of women toured the campus. A tour guide was showing the newest student, Donna Porter, around the campus with her mother.
ÃÂÃÂAnd that is why our campus has an excellent referral program.ÃÂÃÂ The guide, Missy, said as they came out to the square, where student housing was.
ÃÂÃÂNeat.ÃÂÃÂ Donna said looking around. At 20 years old, she was happy to finally get started on her business degree. Looking around, she was enjoying the campus very much. All the students she had been meeting were welcoming and seemed fun to be around. Her mother, Nancy, was a little less enthusiastic. Maybe it was empty nest syndrome, as Donna was the last of her three kids to leave. That at least was what Donna thought.
While her mother had short dark hair and piercing blue eyes, Donna had inherited traits from her father, rendering her with red curly hair and hazel eyes. She did get some traits from her mother though. Such as her motherÃÂÃÂs imposing six foot stature and long legs. Not to mention wide hips and a cute bubble butt. As Donna looked around some more, she noticed some booths set up in front of the student housing.
ÃÂÃÂHey, whatÃÂÃÂs that about?ÃÂÃÂ Donna asked pointing.
ÃÂÃÂOh that? Those are some of our campus clubs. They like to have booths set up for new students. They get a lot of new members that way.ÃÂÃÂ Missy said.
ÃÂÃÂCool! Mom? Mind if I go check it out?ÃÂÃÂ Donna asked.
ÃÂÃÂSure. Go ahead honey. IÃÂÃÂll just check out these pamphlets.ÃÂÃÂ Her mother responded as she picked one up. It looked to be for nursing programs. Not surprising. Her mother was a registered nurse after all. She probably was curious to know what all the new tricks were. Donna left her mother be. She sauntered over to the booths. First she came up to one with a friendly looking woman in a lab coat.
ÃÂÃÂHi there! New student right? Got an interest in science?ÃÂÃÂ The woman asked.
ÃÂÃÂWhat kind of club is this?ÃÂÃÂ Donna asked.
ÃÂÃÂThis is the Chemistry Club. We like to experiment with different chemical compounds to see what we can bring to the school. See those rubber tires on the campus vehicles? We made them.ÃÂÃÂ
ÃÂÃÂWoah. Really? ThatÃÂÃÂs cool! What else do you make? Shrink potions?ÃÂÃÂ Donna half joked.
ÃÂÃÂActually... it just happens one of our members was trying something like that. No results so far, but hey... it keeps him busy.ÃÂÃÂ
ÃÂÃÂNeat. I might think about this.ÃÂÃÂ Donna remembered how she aced a lot of her chemistry assignments in high school. This could be right up her alley.
ÃÂÃÂAwesome. If you get settled in, just look for us in the lab wing.ÃÂÃÂ The friendly girl said.
ÃÂÃÂCool.ÃÂÃÂ Donna awkwardly said. She immediately moved to the next booth. She was delighted to see delicious pink cupcakes on the table. Sat behind the booth was a chubby girl with short blonde hair.
ÃÂÃÂHey girl! Try one of our sweet treats?ÃÂÃÂ The chubby young lady said smiling.
ÃÂÃÂHell yeah!ÃÂÃÂ Donna said picking up a cupcake in her hand. Taking a bite, she was met with an incredible explosion of flavor.
ÃÂÃÂOh my god! ThatÃÂÃÂs so good!ÃÂÃÂ Donna said with her mouth half full.
ÃÂÃÂAnd thereÃÂÃÂs more where that came from! In the Baking Club, we are always trying out sweet new recipes. Plus... everyone in the club gets a taste.ÃÂÃÂ The chubby girl winked.
ÃÂÃÂThat sounds so fun! How do you like it?ÃÂÃÂ Donna asked finishing her cupcake.
ÃÂÃÂWell... I didnÃÂÃÂt have this when I started.ÃÂÃÂ The girl said patted her bulging belly.
ÃÂÃÂWell. Thanks for the free sample. Maybe IÃÂÃÂll join up.ÃÂÃÂ Donna said walking away. The next booth was a complete 180 from the baking club booth. A handsome, and jacked, guy sat behind the booth.
ÃÂÃÂYeah right babe. DonÃÂÃÂt go to the Baking Club. Those fatties will hurt your cholesterol. Join the fitness club. We lift, we run, we do everything to get JACKED!!ÃÂÃÂ The young guy flexed his arms making a big impression on Donna.
ÃÂÃÂMaybe...ÃÂÃÂ Donna was also a little wary of such a muscle head. She went over to the booth next door. The was cute, but he seemed a bit cocky. The next booth had a wimpy guy and a big fat girl behind it... dressed as Elves.
ÃÂÃÂGreetings adventurer! Would you perhaps like to know about the Gaming Club?ÃÂÃÂ The scrawny guy said in his squeaky voice.
ÃÂÃÂGaming Club? So like... video games? Or board games?ÃÂÃÂ Donna asked.
ÃÂÃÂBoth. Role playing as well.ÃÂÃÂ The fat girl said adjusting the Elf ears she wore.
ÃÂÃÂNeat. My brother and I went to DND games in high school.ÃÂÃÂ Donna said. As she did, the scrawny guyÃÂÃÂs face lit up.
ÃÂÃÂReally? Someone like you? Likes games?ÃÂÃÂ He asked.
ÃÂÃÂUh.... yeah. Something weird about that?ÃÂÃÂ Donna asked confused.
ÃÂÃÂNo. YouÃÂÃÂll have to forgive Eugene. HeÃÂÃÂs not used to girls who role play... and are attractive.ÃÂÃÂ The fat girl said.
ÃÂÃÂOh. Thanks.... I guess. What are those?ÃÂÃÂ Donna pointed to a stack of games sitting by the girls chair.
ÃÂÃÂOh. One of the ways weÃÂÃÂre promoting is by giving away free games! TheyÃÂÃÂre mostly old. But maybe thereÃÂÃÂs still some fun ones. Like this maybe?ÃÂÃÂ The girl brought the game at the top of the stack to the booth. Setting it in front of Donna, she could now see the cover.
ÃÂÃÂThe What If Machine?ÃÂÃÂ Donna read the 1960s style lettering aloud.
ÃÂÃÂLooks kinda fun. Want it?ÃÂÃÂ The girl asked.
ÃÂÃÂYeah. You know what? Sure. ItÃÂÃÂs free. Not like itÃÂÃÂd be a waste.ÃÂÃÂ Donna said shrugging. Taking the box from the booth, Donna tucked it under her arm.
ÃÂÃÂIf you like it... maybe give our Club a whirl?ÃÂÃÂ Eugene asked adjusting his glasses.
ÃÂÃÂUh... maybe.ÃÂÃÂ Donna though this guy was a little weird. But harmless.
ÃÂÃÂHave a good day.ÃÂÃÂ The fat girl said elbowing Eugene and shooting a glare.
ÃÂÃÂWeird pair.ÃÂÃÂ Donna muttered under her breath. Walking to the next booth, she was greeted with a guy in a suit.
ÃÂÃÂHello.ÃÂÃÂ He said.
ÃÂÃÂHi. WhatÃÂÃÂs your club?ÃÂÃÂ
ÃÂÃÂWe are the Debate Club. We specialize in working on our argument skills.ÃÂÃÂ
ÃÂÃÂOkay. Sounds boring.ÃÂÃÂ Donna said.
ÃÂÃÂOf course thatÃÂÃÂs how it sounds to you. You are intellectually challenged. Harlot.ÃÂÃÂ
ÃÂÃÂJerk.ÃÂÃÂ Donna said walking back over to her mom. She could swear that guy was checking out her ass as she walked away though. Great. A hypocrite too. Her mom looked pretty engrossed in her pamphlet as she came up with the game under her arm.
ÃÂÃÂSee any clubs you like honey?ÃÂÃÂ Nancy asked her daughter.
ÃÂÃÂThere were some cool ones. Even got a free board-game out of the Gaming Club.ÃÂÃÂ Donna showed her mother the game.
ÃÂÃÂInteresting. Think you might join any?ÃÂÃÂ Nancy asked.
ÃÂÃÂIÃÂÃÂm going to think about it.ÃÂÃÂ Donna said tucking the game under her arm.
ÃÂÃÂWell. Miss Porter. Come along. ThereÃÂÃÂs still some touring to be done.ÃÂÃÂ Missy said escorting them along....
- Later that night... Donna tries out the game.
- Donna comes across other clubs.
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