Eager to shower and to get into a clean pair of clothes I don't waste much time on the decision, snatching up a tight t-shirt, tight jeans, and no underwear.
I quickly grab a plain black t-shirt, much like the one I am already wearing, the Legend of Zelda life bar printed across the chest with one heart being empty. The pants I manage to find are a tight pair of navy blue skinny jeans, the crisp denim in my hands telling me they had likely never been worn.
Blushing intensely I slip from the room, my mind casting down to the feeling of emptiness between my legs. As I walk down the hall, stuff for my shower and clean clothes in hand, I feel the wiry hairs downstairs snag and jostle against the cool metal zipper.
"I mean...she... I... we must have had a reason... right?" I mutter, chewing at my thin lip as I pass the kitchen and soon reach the bathroom.
As I push open the heavy door I'm met with a wave of steam and the scent of powerfully scent cleaning agents, the pungent scent of artificial berries along with stagnant water immediately taking me back to my college years.
The room itself is rather small, essentially being a single corridor from the hallway to the single toilet for the entire floor. To the right sit two showers, the floor beneath them covered in a honeycomb-shaped rubber mat while it is enclosed by cheap walls akin to a public toilet. The waterproofed concrete floor slopes in slightly, a drain in the center of the room collecting the water from the two showers. that fails to go down the proper drainage in each cubicle.
Shuffling into the nearest shower I quickly close the door behind me. I squirm slightly as I feel my hair react to the hot humid air, the already unruly messy frizzing outwards despite the grime and sweat. Taking a deep breath I place the little caddy on the floor and the towel on a nearby hook, my jeans creaking once again as I bend over and they strain against my ass.
"Stupid fucking..." I grumble, lurching up as I feel my chest lightly wobble. Huffing through my nose I quickly set out getting undressed, my slender bony hands reaching for the hemline of my shirt as I wriggle it up and over my head. My hair makes it difficult, the dense heavy mass becoming caught in the head of the shirt before I finally manage to whip it off.
Throwing the shirt on a tiny bench by the door of the shower cubicle I look down at myself in awe. Dotting my very visible collar bone and should are my old birthmarks, yet another confirmation that this Jordyn was indeed somehow me. A small set of perky breasts rest atop my thin bony chest, the two small mounds failing to meet and form any real cleavage whatsoever. Reaching up I slowly sink my fingers into the sensitive flesh, a slight shiver running down my spine as I easily up them in either hand.
"That's less fun than I..." I begin to mumble, my words turning to a delighted gasp as I pinch my nipples between my fingers. While relatively small, even compared to my modest bust, the tiny nubs are wonderfully responsive to my touch as my legs begin to shake a little at the pleasure surging through me.
"I...I take that back..." I chuckle, releasing my chest as I stare at my now rather firm yet still small nipples. I can see my breast bone resting between my breasts, my ribs showing under my skin in my very skinny body. My eyes look down behind me, a smirk spreading across my lips as I glance back. "So that's where all the fat went."
I easily kick my feet out of the boots, peeling off the sweaty socks as I'm left gagging at the sensation. As I move onto the jeans I soon find myself wriggling and jiggling my whole body as I practically have to scrap the jeans over my lower body. After no small amount of struggling I feel the jeans bunch around my ankles before stepping out of them with ease. Without the jeans hugging my hips and ass I'm suddenly met with the wobbling of the heavy flabby mass behind me. My eyes go wide as I twist and turn to get a better look, my hands flying down and my fingers sinking deep into the doughy flesh.
"Holy..." I whimper, squeezing and pawing at the thick pale cheeks behind me. My fingers dance over the tight skin, feeling a few sliver-like indentations indicating stretch marks along the taut and voluminous surface. It just feels massive on my body and in my hands, my fingers unable to encapsulate either cheek as my body reacts with overwhelming positivity to its massive rear being toyed with.
"...Shit..." I continue, my hands soon darting down between my slender legs. My fingers quickly become entangled in a mass of coarse wiry hair, the thick mass surrounding the mound between my legs. I squeal as my fingers trace over the sensitive new organ, my fingers grazing the somewhat visible lips between my legs. My face burns, my body shivers with anticipation as I feel the dewy moister coating my new sex. Last night had certainly had an effect on Jordyn, the poor girl getting worked up but with no release.
Desperate to get my mind off of my horny new body I quickly get the shower started, placing my glasses atop the seat before hurling myself under the tepid water with a loud gasp. My long hair quickly grows heavier, clinging to me as I shiver in the sadly not hot enough water. Even after turning the hot tap as far as it will go I find it lacking, another reminder that I was in the cheap dorms.
What I had thought would be a long and relaxing shower quickly turns into a hasty mess, my whole body quivering and shaking under the moderately warm but uncomfortably cool torrent of water. Stepping out momentarily I snatch up the shampoo from the caddy, the slightly burred purple bottle being all that tells me of what lay inside. Opening the bottle I'm hit with a wave of floral scent, my body easing up as the familiar smell wafts around me. The process I was used to, of simply putting the shampoo in my hair and hopping back into the shower, sadly seems to fall apart. As I run my hands through my thick hair I soon find knots and the shampoo I had used running thin before I even reached the tips.
"I should just cut it" I huff, adding more shampoo as I reach for a brush in the caddy. I'm left shivering, standing halfway out of the shower as I brush my wet hair in the hopes of getting the knots out. After several minutes of pained cussing I give up, grabbing the milk and honey body wash as I jump back under the water fully.
The water feels far nicer after standing in the frigid morning air, the intermingling scent of my shampoo and body wash leaving me practically cooing and mewling as I rinse out the lavender-scented suds from my hair and begin to apply the soft and silky soap. I completely lose track of time as I slowly lose myself to the moment, whimpering and moaning under my breath as I massage the lovely cocktail of cleaning products into my chest and between my legs.
I come back to reality with a start as I feel my fingers graze over a tiny little nub between my legs, my eyes going wide as I'm forced to bite my tongue to shut myself up. My thighs squeeze together, the slender limbs pinning my hand in place as I quickly slide it out.
"Clit..." I mutter under my breath, panting slightly as I stare down at myself. "I have a clit..."
I try my best to wrap up my shower after that, not wanting to lose myself once again or wind up pleasuring myself in the communal bathroom. The hastily run conditioner through my hair, brushing once again as I find the knots coming undone far easier this time. Before long I'm left with perfectly smooth shimmering brown locks, the heavy mass of hair clinging to my chest and running down to between my shoulder blades.
"Easy..." I mutter triumphantly, turning off the shower as I'm met with the cold air once more.
While drying off my body is easy, lightly dabbing at myself to better and more gently dry my delicate and sensitive skin, the hair is another matter. Try as I might I just can't get it dry, running the gambit from dabbing to running the towel over it to even vigorous rubbing simply leaving the long shimmering strands still relatively damp and even wilder.
Pouting at the cool damp sensation only my shoulders and neck I try to comb it all out again, finding my hair turning somewhat wavy as it becomes less waterlogged. "Stupid...stupid fucking..." I grumble, struggling with the mass of hair before eventually giving up. "Urgh, I see what so many of my exes just...left their hair wet" I mutter, placing the soggy towel over the door as I look at the clothes.
The shirt thankfully comes on easier than the other came off, the only trouble coming from my hair as I'm forced to fish the long strands out from inside the neck of the damned thing. It clings tightly to my body, the extremely feminine cut cutting a fine silhouette of my lithe slender form. My modest chest is emphasized rather nicely as is my narrow waist, my girlish heart fluttering as I admire myself.
"This is... I feel..." I mutter, my voice wavering between delighted squealing and worried whimpering.
Trying to turn my attention away from my chest and flat stomach I snatch up the dark blue jeans. Unlike the last pair I feel this one cling to my legs, the slender skintight pants fighting me every step of the way. I'm forced to hop around the damp cubicle, dancing in place as I pull the exceedingly tight denim over my bulbous rear inch by uncomfortable inch. My face burns as I pant from exertion, huffing and puffing as I eventually feel the waistband rise over my hips.
"I am never wearing these ag..." I begin to hiss, fuming at the effort it took to pour myself into these jeans. However, as I do up the button and zip up the front my words falter, my gaze turning back to my rear as I simply stare at the thick perfect cheeks strain the material as the denim helps to hold them tight.
"I look..." I mutter, reaching for my glasses and moving the key-card from one set of pants to another. "Good..." I purr, feeling downright gorgeous as I return to fiddling with my shirt and stare at my juicy ass.
I decide against shoes, not wanting to wear sweaty socks or put my feet anywhere near the damp boots anytime soon. I quickly gather up the last of my belongings, the old clothing and the towel being folded together as I snatch up the caddy and leave.
I once again race down the hallway, not wanting to deal with having the tanned exchange student describe the night Jordyn had previously lived. Thankfully though she doesn't call out to me, the woman being too distracted looking after the severely hungover Asian woman to notice as I flew by.
Darting into my room I quickly dump the caddy in the tiny little table it had come from, my eyes darting lower to the perfume and deodorant sitting in the wire-frame along with the rest of my new toiletries. As I throw the sodden clothing into a nearby white plastic laundry basket I turn to the deodorant, quickly rolling some of the rose and gardenia scented liquid under my hairy armpits.
Looking around once more I take a deep breath, sighing as I look at all the clothing dispersed around the place.
"Did she really expect to bring someone back here?" I ask myself, shaking my head. It wouldn't take that long to clean, but at the same time I had other places to be. Glancing around I double-check some things, sighing with relief as I spy the little black book laying where I had flopped onto the bed.
"Gotta keep you safe huh?" I chuckle, taking the tiny book up in my hands and opening it up.
26/02/2022
Dear Diary
Today has been so wild.
I didn't wake up in my dorm today! It's not what you think though ;P
I fell asleep with Sarah in the tv place I guess, we are totally going to be 'the twins' aren't we?
Paul and Chelsea brought us food which was so fucking nice of them. Paul also remembered that I love energy drink and brought me a can, I think he likes me <3 Chelsea seems pretty cool too, super cuddly which is waaaaaaaay different than what I'm used to but I love it.
I just finished up with my shower and am about to head over to the...
I cock my eyebrows as I reach the end, the ink appearing to roil and shake as it tries to finish the entry of something that was still ongoing. I watch as after a few seconds the word 'cinema' begins to form, the entry being written out over the course of the day as I lived it.
Closing the black book I walk over to the bed, removing the sheet partially along with the mattress cover and revealing the zipper at the top of the foam matress beneath. No one ever found this thing when I was in college, with me being the only one I had known to change and wash the cover over the course of the year. Placing the book inside the matress I zip it up, breathing a sigh of relief as I find what I thought was the best hiding spot in the room.
"Right...cinema room" I state, clapping my hands together as I head to the door.
The walk wasn't very long, the paved and concrete paths leaving little need for shoes in the cool winter air. Before long I reach the fourth floor of the central building once again, practically bouncing giddily as I race towards the giant black box.
I quickly knock on the door, having to wait for someone inside to let me in if I didn't want to get a residential assistant. Luckily I don't have to wait long, the door soon swinging open to reveal Sarah in the dark and relatively quiet room. She appears slightly more awake, having changed into a heavy cocoa-colored woolen sweater that hangs down around her knees. Her hands aren't visible at the other end of the sleeves, instead she clutches the door handle through the sleeve itself.
Her cheeks grow a little rosy as she looks up at me, her eyes darting to my chest for a moment as her cheeks grow redder.
"Did you play Breath of the Wild?" she mutters, practically squeaking as she blurts out the first thing that comes to mind. I chuckle slightly, riffling her hair as I step into the rather cold room.
"Played it, loved it" I coo, my eyes roaming over the large tiered space. The room is segmented into large U-shaped levels, each filled with beanbags as a cheap type of free-form seating. The room itself is dark, the black walls and floor doing it no favors as a single downlight attempts to fill the space.
Chelsea sits up the back, covered in a thick layer of blankets as she sneers down at Paul. The young man appears to be struggling to hook his computer up to the large system that runs the room, a classic issue that plagued everyone when I was here the first time.
"Have you tried turning it off and on again?" I ask, Chelsea and Paul both turning to face me as I bound up the steps. I feel my chest wobble slightly with each step, my rear on the other hand moves as if it has a mind of its own.
"I think there's something wrong with the cable" Paul calls back, gritting his teeth at the problem while stealing glances as I climb the stairs.
"Cold room and no movies" Chelsea huffs, obviously frustrated with the choice of venue. "Should have just stayed in the other room."
"No seriously" I chirp, reaching the top row of beanbags. "Plug it in and then power cycle, probably just a driver issue."
I watch with glee as Paul follows my instructions, knowing full well what would happen. After only a few seconds the projector whirs to life, the standby image filling the large screen on the far side of the room. Paul grins up at me for a moment before turning back to the computer, searching through for what to watch.
"This is why we keep you around" Chelsea giggles from across the row, "Film nerd tech support."
Before I can respond the booming sound of the Disney theme song begins to bellow through the room, the first moving being put on before I even knew what it was. Paul and Sarah begin to climb up towards Chelsea and myself, with Paul bounding up the large segments while Sarah rushes up the stairs on her short legs.
I drop myself into the nearest beanbag, huffing slightly as the air is knocked from me on impact.
"As per Chelsea's request, we're starting with Tangled" Paul explains, nodding to the blanket-laden young woman.
"It's so cuuuuuute, and the songs are great" she coos, happy to be watching something she can more readily participate in.
As the movie starts I begin to focus on the introduction while I try to remember the plot from all those years ago, only to have my focus broken as...
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