A lazy Sunday morning.

When you wake up Sunday morning, you're a bit startled by your new body. It seems you'll need at least a few more days to truly become acclimated to the changes. You're surprised the X-Change company would only give you two full days to become accustomed to a whole new gender when they could have brought you in at any point in the summer. As if your mind was being read, you spot two envelopes under the door to your dorm room while you are heading towards the bathroom; one marked to Emily and the other to you. Obviously, they are stamped with the X-Change company logo and marked as confidential.

When you sit back down on your bed, you tear into your envelope and pull out a single-page questionnaire and a return envelope. The questions are pretty basic, but you move over to your desk and start filling in the answers. Some of the questions stump you a bit, after all, how would you describe the changes in your voice in how they affect your communications with your fellow students? You look to Emily's bed for a moment, hoping she could offer some insight, but she's still peacefully snoring, ignorant of your current perplection. You don't dare try to wake her, though. You set the questionnaire aside for now and hope you eventually think up some clever responses.

Plopping back on your bed, you do some quick research on your classes for tomorrow since you start at 8 am sharp; you don't want to waste any time getting lost or forgetting to bring anything. After a few minutes, your sleeping beauty roommate suddenly halts her snoring, drawing your gaze, then begins shuffling under her blankets until she practically rolls out of bed.

Even in just her pajamas and accompanied by her bedhead and lack of makeup, you still can't believe that this gorgeous woman is your roommate for the next year. She mutters a quick "morning, sunshine" to you, or maybe no one in particular as she struts off towards the bathroom. Half an hour later, she emerges, now with her golden hair in a loose bun on top of her head. Still in her pajamas, she plops down next to you on your bed and checks out what you're looking at. You currently have a map of the campus pulled up, and you're planning your route to all your classes for tomorrow. Emily flexes her school knowledge and pokes out several holes in your plan.

"See that path there? It takes you past the front of the engineering building. That's where the engineering seniors all gather to smoke between labs and you don't want to show up to class smelling like smoke. Take the back path around the back of the building. And, over here, if you cut into the library you can take the elevator and avoid walking up that hill. It might take a few extra minutes so definitely check the time beforehand, but it can keep you from getting too sweaty on hot days since it's all air-conditioned."

Together, you have your plan all set for tomorrow. You turn her attention to the questionnaires you received earlier, and your roommate helps you fill out yours while she scribbles her answers into her own. Emily shows you the mailroom for your building, and you place the papers, now in the return envelopes, into the outgoing mailbox. You check your mailbox just for fun and it seems you've been preapproved for a new credit card. However, it's only addressed to "Resident," so you toss it.

You and Emily grab breakfast in the dining hall, then she insists on leading you around to the academic buildings so you can see where your classes are going to be. Walking around in your new body has been one of your bigger struggles thus far. Your balance is off just slightly, your muscle memory in your legs is off a bit as your feet hit the ground a moment before you expect to, and you move ever so slightly slower than you feel you ought. Furthermore, your hair constantly bounces off your upper back, keeping you aware of its length. Your breasts don't bounce around much, mostly thanks to your small size and a tight bra, but every little movement they make still further affects your balance.

After a few minutes, you reach the Pryschak building and locate the room for your first class for tomorrow. The building is deserted since it's a Sunday, so you and Emily poke inside the room real quick. There's nothing special inside: a blackboard and lectern at the front and some rows of desks and chairs facing it. Emily sits in one of the chairs near the front of the room. Humoring her, you stand behind the podium and start rattling off random science facts you know. You both giggle at your harmless roleplay.

Then, Emily takes it a step further. "Professor Lauren, I think I need some one-on-one tutoring on the human anatomy."

"Of course Miss Emily. It's my job to give every student the attention they need." You play along.

"There's some parts of the female body I can't study myself. I hope you won't mind letting me study you... intimately."