Mei month, Eliza's games (Patreon)

That's right, Eliza is back, but this time in a story ^^ Since this story is quite long, it will be split into two parts so it doesn't get too overwhelming. You'll find Eliza's mischievousness combined with Mei's style. So I hope you enjoy reading it, and see you Saturday ^^

It was a night like any other when three rivals challenged each other to seduce a young woman who happened to be passing by.

They had no regard for her as a real person; they saw her only as a trophy. And even though they thought they weren’t doing anything wrong, the young woman was terrified by their behavior.

She ended up running away, leaving the three idiots completely baffled; one of them blurted out that she must be a lesbian, which made them laugh heartily just before they started arguing again about which one of them was the ultimate stud.

But they didn’t know they were being watched by someone—or rather, something—because she wasn’t going to let them get away with it like that.

If it had been just anyone, they might have gotten off scot-free, but Eliza wasn’t just anyone—she was a vengeful spirit whom the laws of men did not affect; she did as she pleased and often punished those who deserved it.

However, exceptionally, she wouldn’t wait for them to come to her; she would go after them. That was why, when they walked through the bar’s door, they found themselves in a dreamlike world.

The door vanished as the last one stepped through it, and they found themselves in a room that seemed endless; there was a table, and seated on her throne was Eliza.

She invited them to come to her, but before they had taken a step, one of them boasted that she would end up in his bed. She snapped her fingers and made their mouths disappear.

-I wouldn’t advise you to make me any angrier than I already am.

The three men were completely panicked, but she didn’t care; she snapped her fingers, and the chairs began to move to pick them up and bring them back to the table.

Each was now seated and could not move except for one arm, then she began to laugh and explained the situation to them.

She proposed a game: if they succeeded, she would grant a wish, but if they lost, they would face her wrath. The three idiots pointed out that they needed to get their mouths back, but she told them that just a raised thumb would suffice.

She let them think for a moment, then told them that if they refused her little game, she could just punish them; this statement helped them make their decision.

They each raised a thumb to accept the challenge.

- Let's do it!

She explained what they had to do: it was simple—live a day as a woman. However, she clarified that the choice of job, nationality, or location where they would spend that day would be decided by one of the other two.

A pen and a sheet of paper appeared in front of each man, and she invited them to write down their ideas, specifying that the person to their right would be the one to endure their choice, and that if there was no one to their right, it would fall to the person who had no one to their left.

Everyone wrote passionately on their piece of paper, which amused Eliza, because she knew they wouldn’t work together; instead of writing something simple like “day,” they were going to write “a hellish day” so their colleague wouldn’t succeed at the challenge.

When they were done, she looked at the sheets of paper and found the situation amusing.

-I wish you all a good day!

She clapped her hands loudly and sent them off to spend a day in a woman’s shoes.

They didn’t know it, but one by one, they would live out their day; the rules were simple: if they found it to be a horrible life, even just in their minds, they lost.

The first one to go took the form of Virginie, a 24-year-old Black woman living in New Orleans during the 1920s. She woke up with a tired body, because she had to work two jobs and couldn’t manage to make a decent living.

She worked as a housekeeper by day and as a cabaret singer by night, and she was employed by the same family for both her day and night jobs.

She got ready for her first shift and headed to her workplace; fortunately, she lived in a shack not far from her employer’s property, and even though she was only walking a few meters, she heard quite a few insults hurled her way.

She arrived, and there was nothing to make the cleaning easier; everything was extremely physically demanding, especially doing the laundry, which completely wore her out, then she had to serve lunch, but since she was late, she was punished by the master of the house, who whipped her buttocks with a whip, because the mindset of the time accepted such treatment, which made her hate her situation and curse the fool who had come up with that idea.

She had lost and realized that this was no easy life, but even though she had lost, the day was not over and she had to live it to the fullest, but what a surprise it was when the master of the house began groping her.

She tried to struggle, but the man shoved her violently to the ground. She turned around and saw herself in her master’s place, then her image vanished, replaced by her master. She had just realized that she was acting like that boor and saw women as objects with no say in the matter. He pulled down his pants, his penis exposed, ready to grab her and make her taste his penis, but fortunately the master’s wife entered the room and stopped him from going any further.

He raised his hand to remind her that he was the only master, but he didn’t go any further, as if his wife’s gaze terrified him; he kissed his hand and left to attend to his business.

She stood up and thanked the woman for her intervention, then turned away with a sigh.

-I won’t step in every time!

- Just get through this day without getting yourself killed, and that’ll be good enough.

She had just realized that it wasn’t her employer’s wife, but Eliza who had stepped in to stop her from being raped by that man.

- Know that you’ve already been found out, so avoid causing any unnecessary trouble.The longer she kept her eyes closed, the more they changed when she opened them again. She got yelled at, then went back to work, taking on tasks that grew increasingly difficult.

Washing the floor—something that seems fairly simple in our day—was quite a challenge back then, spending hours on her knees scrubbing the floor.

Then she went to wash a second load of laundry. She went to the river to scrub the clothes, then hung them out to dry, and finally went to gather firewood so the house would be comfortable for their employer.

When the end of the day came, she was on her last legs, completely exhausted, but she was reminded that the householder’s brother was waiting for her at the cabaret for her performance.

She bowed and hurried to the place where they were waiting for her; when she arrived, an older woman undressed her and began to dress her and apply her makeup.

They put long gloves on her to hide her hands—not because she was Black, but because they were damaged by her day job.

They forced her to drink with men who saw her only as an object; they touched her all over her body, which disgusted her. Then a young Black man arrived and invited her to his table.

She hesitated, but her boss made her go, and she discovered a charming man; she felt liberated from her existence with him—he didn’t treat her badly.

Just as she was enjoying herself, the boss reminded her that it was time for her to go sing, so she went and began to sing. Even though the room was packed, she saw only her young Adonis.

When she finished singing, she joined him; she was completely spellbound, and when he invited her upstairs, she didn’t hesitate for a second to follow him.

She closed the door right behind him, undressed, and let him do whatever he wanted with her; she sucked him, caressed him, and let him use her whole body.

When he was done with her, she heard the clock strike midnight; her day was over, and even though she had lost that moment of happiness, it had consoled her for the hell she had been through.

Virginie reappeared in the young man’s place, and she was asleep. Since she hadn’t lost any chance of returning as a man, Eliza watched the second one disappear to return to her day.