As I take my first real step in my tall and rather slender body I practically tumble head over heels, my usually long stride missing its mark on my slightly shorting legs and my ample bony hips popping dramatically to the side. I barely managed to catch the sofa to my right as I round my own seat, squealing like a terrified little girl as I clutch at the armrest.
"That's...new..." I mutter, gasping for breath after the almost frightening fall. I can feel the denim of my dark jeans practically creak and strain over the large firm masses behind me, my bottom heavy hips acting as a home for a full and perky behind that appears poured into the now rather dirty pants.
Looking at my hands I whimper slight, lurch back up and away from the couch as I watch the little black book bend and crease over the hard back of the sofa. Strangely enough though, the fold and crease quickly disappears as the book returns to a crisp untarnished state.
"Fucking weird..." I coo, walking slowly and with excess of care towards the door at the far end of the room. I have to force myself from wincing with each step, the heaving sway of my hips and the very prominent bounce of my denim painted behind clawing at my mind with each footfall. I even feel the occasional pinch around my newly flattened crotch, coarse wiry hairs becoming caught on between the metal zip of my dirty jeans.
"No under... Really?" I whisper, looking into my reflection in the glass before I leave. My eyes are drawn to the massive heart-shaped mound extending from behind me, tight and pert yet with the perfect amount of jiggle and smackable wobble with not a panty-line in sight.
Swallowing hard I quickly turn away, desperate to hopefully get changed once I'm cleaned up and back in 'my' room.
Exiting the room I'm met with a wall and door mirroring the one I had just come from, the little section forming an alcove along the balcony between the two multimedia rooms. I'm forced to pass by it to get to the wide set of carpeted stairs leading down to the lower level, my eyes turning to look in through the glass walls.
Inside the room is fairly similar to that I had woken up in, simply being mirror with the TV and couches on the other side. A few pizza boxes lay stacked on the coffee table, empty bottles and red cups scattered around the room lazily.
A group of college-aged young adult lay about the room on a mixture of bean bags and the sofas, some even cuddling up and spooning after a long night of drunken revelry. I can't hide the little smirk spreading across my face as I look over the 'not quire' hook ups, the sleepy people having failed to make it back to their respective rooms for a more intimate experience.
My smirk soon turns into a slight frown, a gnawing intrusive thought worming into my mind as I look at them jealously.
"Why did I have to wake up alone" I murmur pitifully, quickly biting at my tongue as I catch my still tired and slightly hungover self verbalizing my annoying little thought.
"Where did that come from?" I hiss through clenched teeth, walking a little faster to get to the stairs sooner rather than later.
I descend the large and wide carpet steps with little to no grace, my boots stopping their way down as I grip at the worn and scuffed handrail. I can't help but worry about tripping and tumbling down the stairs, putting an end to all this before it can even begin.
The lower floor is immediately recognizable to me, the wide open space being the top floor of my old colleges main building. Tables and chairs sit at the far end, the cheap white plastic having been stained over years of wear and tear. A massive set of automatic doors stand to my right, leading out to the cement walkway that connects the many dormitories that made up the complex.
A set of vending machines sit towards the far side, between a set of stairs leading down to the study spaces and the tables, filled with all manner of snacks and more...useful items for the hormone riddled young adult. A series of pool tables in various states of disrepair sir between me and the machines, a young man laying atop one of the more plush velvet tables cradling a bottle of rum in both arms.
To my left is a large black box, the home of the dorm's cinema. Thick sound proofed walls surround the whole thing, both inside and out, the only way in being a small door to the far left by where the screen is set up.
I sway a little as I take it all in. It's downright strange to take in, the familiar interspersed with the new or updated additions leaving everything feeling old and new at the same time.
"First day of college..." I mutter to myself softly, reaching down into my tight tight pocket in search for something. It's a tough fit, the thought of getting a wallet into the tiny things seeming like a mighty challenge. However, I quickly find a little plastic rectangle pressing against my soft thigh.
As I nervously mince towards the external doors I look down at the card fighting back a chuckle as I look at the college ID and the terrible picture of the nervous young woman printed on it.
She is unmistakably 'me', from the glasses to the heavy messy mop of brunette hair to the thick dark eyes brows she has all my new body's cute little imperfections. Her thin lips are pulled into a wide toothy grin, showing off her perfectly straight teeth in a manner that almost looks manic. Her eyes however are partly closed mid-blink, giving her a dazed and confused look.
I turn my attention to the text, not expecting much as I exit into the bright morning sun and the cold winter air.
Name: Jordyn Stacy Williams
D.O.B: 13/02/2004
Valid: 22/02/2022
If found please return to Department of Accommodation I cock an eyebrow as I read the name, noting the differences rather quickly.
"Urgh, I'm named after Aunt Stacy...gross" I mutter, wondering what my mom must have been thinking to name her child after her deadbeat four time divorcee sister. The last name grabs my attention away from that ponderous thought however, my eyes doing wide as I aimlessly pace down the concrete walkways.
"Williams?... David's my... Oh my god oh my god..." I splutter, remembering the last entry in the black book about mum AND dad helping me unpack. "Holy shit" I mutter, smirking a little "they had me laaaaate."
As I plod along, still not sure where I'm going, I turn over the card. I'm met with the sight of numerous phone numbers for campus services, from the library to security, however there is also a sticker on the back with a series of numbers.
01-14
I pause for a moment,my mental tires spinning in the mud before it clicks.
"Room number!" I chirp, snapping my fingers. Not just that, not just any room number, but my old room number to be exact. For a brief moment I'm overjoyed, the thought of seeing my old room being almost too deliciously nostalgic.
However, the joyous sensation is lost as I remember the downsides of that particular room. Leaks in the bathroom down the hall, loud neighbors, the bar and the bus stop being right next door along with the main driveway into the campus from this side. I had been forced to sleep in Stephanie's room for nights at a time, eventually moving out in my second year to a better room.
Gritting my teeth I begin to navigate my way to the room by memory, crossing my fingers that it was better than I remember and that the faults had been fixed in the decade since.
With my ID I'm able to open the front door to my apparent dorm, the aging heavy blue door unlocking with a telltale clunk. The hallway inside feels wider than it had been when I was here last, my arms no longer being able to reach from one wall of the entryway to the other. The entrance splits into a T-intersection, dorm rooms lining either side with gaps to the left an right for bathrooms and the kitchen respectively.
I delicately tip toe into the hallway, creeping as quietly as I can towards the end of the right side of the long hallway towards the last room. As I pass the kitchen I spy two other residents, a small slender Chinese woman clutching her head as she slips over the table and a taller darker skinned Mediterranean woman who appears a few years older than those I had met this far.
"Jordaan" the Mediterranean woman coos loudly in a thick Italian accent, wincing as she hears the small Asian woman groan in response to the noise. "Last night good yes? Have fun?" She asks, lowering her voice as she makes a large mug of instant coffee.
I pause for a second, freezing up as the stranger looks at me expectantly. Finally O manage to force myself to speak, my squeaky voice coming out in a strained croak. "Yeah...I had...had fun."
"Bet you did..." the woman coos with a knowing smirk, sliding the coffee over to the tiny and apparently deathly hungover woman. "Saw you with man AND woman, you charmer you."
"I... I mean..." I stammer, my cheek being to burn red as I nervously blush. "Igottashowerbyetalklater" I blurt out unintelligibly as I race down towards my room, a loud giggle echoing from the kitchen quickly being followed a soothing call of "oh mi dispiace mia cara, here drink drink..."
Reaching the room in no time, a little out of breath from the short sprint, I quickly swipe my ID and stumble in through the door. I feel the large wooden door immediately hit something, sliding more slowly across the floor as discarded items are forced to drag along with it.
"Fuck...Am I really unfit...or just... hungover?" I mutter, straining to force the door open and sweat forming even after the short ten second sprint. I suppose I hadn't been fit at this age before either, being a rather lazy lanky nerd who got most of exercise late at night with his girlfriend.
My eyes go wide as I open the door, my jaw dropping as I adjust my glasses to make sure I'm see it right. Everything was so familiar yet oddly different,more modern and with a feminine bent to it all.
The bed rests to my right random pieces of clothing having been thrown about as Jordyn had apparently struggled to find the right out for her first college party. Loose baggy jeans, sweatpants, loose long skirts, plain yet comfortable underwear and shirts that appear far more well worn lay scattered about the bed and floor, their mass blacking the door from opening all the way. A bunch of crisp freshly purchased clothing sit atop the bed and even the desk in the far corner, tags and labels still clinging to the various items.
My cheeks grow redder and redder as I glance over them, my heart skipping a beat as I really take the clothing in. They aren't like the comfortable yet nerdy clothes that appeared more cherished and used by Jordyn previously. Tight denim shorts, clingy tank tops with nerdy jokes and logos on the chest, lacy and sheer lingerie, dark yoga pants and skintight jeans are just a few of the items in this new wardrobe.
"She... Was trying to reinvent herself I guess..." I mutter, walking into the room and closing the door behind me.
A small TV sits atop the desk along with a gaming laptop, though it appears like the computer is more likely to be used by the bed than the desk. Several gaming consoles sit beneath the desk, the chair having been placed in the corner between the wardrobe and the desk. Gone are the old Super Nintendo and PS2I had since childhood, replaced with things like an Animal Crossing branded Switch and a PS4.
I pout as I approach, saddened by the lack of my retro consoles that I had collected for so long. Noticing a Wii and an Xbox 360 I cringe a little. "I guess those are retro for someone this age huh?" I practically groan, dropping back onto the clothing covered bed.
"Fuck..." I groan more loudly, stretching out my tall lanky body as I feel the subtle weight wobble on my chest. "This isn't a dream is it..."
Looking up I see the shelf over my bed, all manner of role playing books and fantasy novels lining the planks of wood. A few little pictures sit on it without any sort of frame.
My eyes are drawn to two in particular. The first is of a girl quite a bit younger than myself but bearing a striking resemblance, her spotty pimply face grinning as she reveals a set of thick wires binding her teeth. David and my mother stand next to her, arms around her shoulders as they all hold up a large fish on some sort of aging lichen covered pier.
The second seems far more recent, the image of Jordyn in it appearing practically identical to me. Her hair is done up, beautiful and wavy as it drapes around her nervous blushing face. She is dressed in a kind of ugly purple dress, the sort of thing those without fashion sense would wear to a formal event. Her nervous grin is heightened by the young man next to her, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist as she presses her body against his. The man is around an inch or so shorter than her, his skin bearing a slight tan as short curly black hair drapes around his ears. Jordyn looks struck with puppy love, a giddy anxious wreak while the young man just looks happy to have a date at the very least.
"James I suspect..." I mutter, a hot angry sensation soon filling the pit of my stomach as I look at the photo.
After a short rest, catching my breath and clearing my head, I lurch to my feet. Wobbling for a moment I mince over to the wardrobe, pulling out in of the drawers at the bottom as I smirk.
"Towels" I chuckle, finding the fluffy pink and teal things folded into neat little bundles. "Still remember where mom puts things" I muse, grabbing out a real one before slinging it over my shoulder.
To the right of the wardrobe sits a little table, something not included in the rooms. The two tiered piece of furniture is made up of a wooden table top and a wire basket beneath, all of which is painted black. Atop it sits a large and rather new looking smart phone, a little green blinking light telling me I had notifications, and a thick dark brown leather wallet. In the basket beneath is all manner of toiletries, from lavender shampoo to honey and milk body wash and all manner of feminine products.
I wince as I take the basket out, my eyes being drawn to the tampons clearly sitting in the back. With a hiss I quickly place everything I wouldn't need for the shower into the towel drawer, not wanting to think too much about the realities of this body at the minute beyond what I needed to deal with in the moment.
With towel and shower products in hand I begin to exits, pausing as I look down at myself. My shirt and jeans reek of sweat and liquor, the fabric clinging to my sticky unwashed body.
"I can't wear...this" I wince, pinching at the collar of my shirt as I release some of the dank scent inside. Turning back to the room at large my eyes dart over plethora of clothing scatter around.
Eager to shower and to get into a clean pair of clothes I don't waste much time on the decision, snatching up...
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