Go to class and pretend everything is normal.

Your alarm blares through the room, and you’re reminded of your morning class. Taking a glimpse at your class schedule, you breathe a sigh of relief that nothing had changed there; you wouldn’t need to start from scratch and relearn half a semester’s work.

Your closet had also magically changed into what you think a typical college girl would own. You pull out a plain t-shirt and a pair of jeans from your closet, and after a brief moment of hesitation, the first bra you can find. Getting dressed and ready, you reach the bus stop just in time to catch the bus to campus, finding a seat and wondering about the situation you’re in. Will you still have the same friends? Will they treat you the same? The remainder of the bus ride was spent worrying about what life would be like.

Getting off at your stop, you’re suddenly aware of all the stares that you’re receiving from the other students as you walk by. Part of you is uncomfortable at the attention, but another part of you enjoys it. Ignoring that for later, you rush to enter the lecture room just before class starts.

“Hey, Sam!”

You turn around to see one of your friends, Noah, gesturing at the empty seat beside him. That answers the question on whether your friends will still be the same as before, and you smile brightly as you head over.

“Did you finish the assignments for today? I tried my best but I doubt anyone could decipher my sleep-deprived ramblings, not even myself!” Noah chuckled as you sat down and brought out your notes.

“Yeah, hopefully he doesn’t grade us too harshly.” You respond.

“Him?” Noah nodded towards the professor setting up his presentation on stage. “Nah, he probably gets off on failing the entire class.”

You laugh at his response, turning to look at the professor as he starts his lecture, only for your mouth to dry up as you watch him move across the stage, gesturing as he talks. Fuck, are you really attracted to him? The notoriously-harsh, fun-hating professor? You’ve never even considered it one bit before, but through the haze of your lust and dismay, you finally understand why there were always so many girls taking up the first few rows of the lecture hall.

You spend the rest of the lecture in a state of panic, trying to reconcile with your new-found attraction to men, only being jolted out of your thoughts as everyone around you began packing up.

“You okay?” Noah asks, “You’re really quiet today.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just have a lot in my mind I guess.” The two of you exit with the rest of the crowd of students, which turns out to be a lot harder when you’re suddenly shorter than the average person.

“Hey, you can always talk to me if you want. My doors are open.” Noah offers. “Well, at least whenever I’m not in class because I'm about to be late. I’ll see you around!”

You turn to walk towards the library, but bump straight into your professor.

“Oh! Sorry, I wasn’t looking.” You gasp in surprise.

“Hm. Samantha Smith, isn’t it. I was going to email you about your performance in my class, but since you’re here, we can talk about it in my office.” He says, looking down at you.