19 years old, Female Upperclassman

Winston loved going to college sports games. Hearing the crowds, watching the plays, it was all so alive. Sadly, he was no good himself.

Born with unique twin coloboma, better known as Cat Eye Syndrome, in both his eyes. Instead of the more distinctive vertical slit (like a cat), each pupil ended up looking like a small black heart instead of a normal round pupil. Growing up, he could barely see until various successful surgeries along with some corrective lenses allowed him to function on a day-to-day. That was 3 years ago, a little after he turned 16. By that point, it was the middle of adolescence and …

Winston shakes his head, driving out the negative thoughts. Sure he was on the short and scrawny side, but that just meant he could squeeze into places easier. Like the lower stands of the basketball stadium. Of all the sports, he enjoyed watching the women's basketball team the most. And if he was honest (which was generally true), it was so he could watch their captain, Rachel Browning. While she'd been a part of the team since he started watching games, it wasn't until he'd met her as a teacher's assistant for his Economics class that he started watching for her in particular. She sported the full package: tall, pretty face, great smile, and a butt that screamed for face sitting. And she is nice, too. But on the court, she was mesmerizing. Flowing up and down the court, snapping back and up for a shot, then down and patrolling again. Like a tiger.

*BLAAAAAAT*

Winston shook himself as he realized the game was over, with his school taking the victory. The players gathered their things and started walking towards him! No...wait, next to him. He'd posted himself right next to the locker entrances. Years of ingrained social dynamics caused him to look down and mumble "good game" as the female athletes walked by, but he still stole a glance up as he recognized Rachel's set of shoes coming by. As he looked up, she happened to be looking his way as well, and her steps slowed. Then stopped. For a while, it seemed like the whole world froze. All that existed were her green eyes as they stared into his own. And then, a blinding headache threatened to rip his skill in HALF! Blinking away tears, the moment passed. As he looked up again, rubbing at his head, Rachel shook herself out of whatever world they'd been in and followed after her team into the locker rooms.

Cursing his luck and still clutching his aching head, Winston made his way back to his dorm. It's a simple place that he shared with another guy, Vernon Iglacias, a half black and half mexican who generally hangs out at Frat row instead of the dorm, which was okay by Winston.

The room had the basics: beds, desks, wardrobes, a minifridge (courtesy of Vernon), AND Winston's own TV and Nintendo Dreamcast setup. He grabbed a soda out of the fridge and popped in one of his favorite games: Psychic **** 2012. As he picked up his controller and began playing, he kept making basic mistakes. He kept at it, but eventually all he could think about was Rachel. And her eyes. And how they just seemed to suck him in. And then ... he blinked? Or he must have, because now he was looking at a laptop screen. And he was wearing a white t-shirt now. And it looked and FELT like there were breasts under that shirt!

What Happens Next?

1. Rachel's mental voice *I can't get distracted right now* as Rachel's/Winston's head rises to look at the screen again to continue working
2. Rachel's mental voice *Why am I looking at my breasts right now? I didn't fall on them or anything*
3. Winston, still vaguely feeling the Dreamcast controller in his hands, directs Rachel's hands to confirm what's underneath that t-shirt
4. Headache comes back with a vengeance. Along with a bunch of memories, but they're not his memories.