Another subject of the study

"I, uh..." You try to start before Emily cuts you off.

"It's okay. I don't mind going first. I'm a lot like you actually. I didn't like my body back in high school. I was so depressed I barely even considered going to college. That's when I overheard someone mention X-Change. A pill that lets you change your gender? It was a godsend for me. The only problem was the price. I didn't have anything in the way of money, plus there was my parents to worry about. When I was looking into the company, I found out about this study that promised to put you through college if you took their pills. I have a younger brother who's starting here this year, all part of the study as well. He's already agreed to be part of the control group, but doesn't know me. The real me, I mean, the me I currently am. After they saw how well I improved, they offered to let me take a permanent pill after I graduate. I told them I would have taken it the minute after I saw my new self. I just looked so... right. I could never have grown this adorable blonde hair, or these shapely boobs, or gotten rid of that unsightly penis."

Her final line makes you shutter, and Emily notices. "I, uh..." You try again, but Emily stops you all the same.

"You're still attached to your old body. I understand. I think that's why they chose me to be your advisor and roommate for your first year. They wanted me to show you everything that makes being a woman so wonderful." She stops walking, and you turn to her. Emily embraces you, hugging you tight. "I'll make sure you become comfortable in your new body. I promise." Since she's a good bit taller than you, your head is crushed against her chest. She was certainly right about her breasts being shapely. You don't know for certain how big they are, but they are definitely much larger than your own.

Eventually she lets you go, but holds on to your hand as she continues to lead you through campus. Now a good bit more comfortable with her, knowing she's been through a lot of what you have today, you briefly share with her your backstory. Before you know it, you've entered a drab building clearly marked as the campus police office. Inside, a bored looking officer is sitting behind a desk. "ID?" He asks. You reach for your back pocket, but it's not until you grab your ass that you realize your old ID card won't do you any good at the moment. Thankfully, Emily hands him an envelope which he opens and reads what's inside. "Name?" He changes his question, and you can only assume he is now aware of the situation. Wait! You never did think about what your name should be now, so you'll have to think of something quick.