Karen threw a heavy brocade medieval costume at Chad next. He dropped it.
"Some football player," she scoffed.
"I'm a quarterback, not a receiver," Chad challenged in an ever rising octave.
"Well, put those on. You're a receiver now, Chad, or perhaps I should call you Lady Chadwicke, now," Karen added wickedly.
"What did I ever do to you," Chad asked in a lovely soprano voice.
"Well, you told guys that you slept with me."
"Well, that's just what a guy does when he wants to sleep with a girl."
She turned up her nose and sniffed, "Yeah, right. Now hurry up, I haven't got all day."
"What's going? A renaissance fair?"
"Sort of, but more real. Your former receiver Robert Scott has got your key, and the question is how far will you go to get him to unlock your chastity belt. And how badly will you want him to do that considering your current condition."
Chad's eyes went wide, "You're kidding right?"
"My brother's a sorceror, and he lost a bet to Robert. Robert's fantasy was to be a medieval monarch, and to have me as his damsel. Well, I nixed that idea, but my bro and I came up with an alternate scenario. If you look in a mirror, you'll see you look and sound just like me. But instead of Karen Sinclair, Robert's dream date will be Lady Chadwicke. Your job is to satisfy him. If you don't mess this up, I may let my brother change you back into a man--may," she emphasized.
"You expect me to sleep with a guy?"
"Either you do whatever Robert wants, or the only cock you'll ever have will be on another guy's body. Got it, sister?"
"Yes," Lady Chadwicke said sullenly.
Karen Sinclair opened the door. It no longer opened to the playing field at the school. It opened to a massive stone hall with torches and candles all around. There were tapestries on the wall. Men sat around wooden table dressed in medieval garb. Some were in armor, but most wore leotards and doublets, that sort of thing.
Chad watched as Karen transformed into a page boy with black hair. She/he opened a scroll and read, "Presenting Lady Chadwicke, betrothed to King Robert of Scotland." She swung her arm back with a flourish, and whispered, "Get a move on."
Awkwardly and slowly Chad entered the medieval chamber. Robert was at the head of the table and had the red glow of someone who'd been drinking for a while. Most of the other men were players on Chad's football or water polo teams. He felt awkward and embarassed as all eyes focused lustily on his well bosomed chest.
King Robert rose and graciously strode over to her, "No need to be afraid, Kar-uhm, Lady Chadwicke, you are welcome here. This will be your new home--this is your new home. Come dine and drink with me, my lady." He raised his goblet and shouted, "A toast to Lady Chadwicke my future queen!"
There was a rousing cheer from the other men. Chad couldn't help noticing the leotard the king was wearing seemed to accentuate the size of the boner Robert was sporting. He licked his lips nervously.
Robert noticed Lady Chadwicke staring at his crotch and licking her lips, he leaned in and whispered, "My aren't you eager, but that'll have to wait until we adjourn from the banquet."
Chad's eyes went wide, he was appalled and said as much.
Robert laughed as if it was an inside joke, "Methinks the lady do protest too much."
Only after Chad was seated on a stool next to Robert's massive throne, did Chad remember that Karen and Robert had been in some school play last year- a British play, maybe one of Shakespeare's plays. Chad hadn't attended, but he guessed that line was from the play.
A servant boy brought by a platter of food, and Chad grabbed a turkey leg or at least it resembled a turkey leg it tasted greasier.
He chomped away wondering how he was going to get out of this. Maybe if he got Robert drunk? He noticed that the throng had grown hushed. He looked up they were staring at him with their mouths open. It took Chad a moment to realize he'd eaten all the meat off the bird's leg and was sucking the leg bone. It must have looked like...his eyes went wide and he threw the bone on the table. He looked for a servant, and shouted, "More wine for his majesty!"
Tom his lineman turned to Kevin his punter, and said in a loud drunken whisper, "Dang, I wish Pamela was like King Robert's bitch. She never wants me to drink."