I’d Probably Flunk Out Of College…

“Ok baby~!” Autumn says with a big smile, leading me into the living room and sitting down on the floor, surrounding a big pile of notecards that she had been working on for weeks now. “This is everything I have right now! It doesn’t cover the whole test but we can at least work on it a bit!”

As I followed behind her I glanced down at the flash cards and I could feel my heart sink in my chest. For some reason some part of me just dreaded going through those things right now… which I didn’t understand. I love school, and my communication courses were my easy classes! Why was I being so hesitant?

Still, I took a seat across from her as she sat down and handed me the first stack of notecards with a big smile on her face. She was absolutely adorable, and in her classes she looked a little nerdy, but in a sexy way. If this is what studying with her would be like then I’d be down to do this every day!

…that is, until I looked at the cards.

Who was the first women’s rights activist in American History?

I knew that I had gone over this before and it was something we went over, but as I tried to remember it my mind was just… foggy. I was kind of drawing a blank. “Uh… I… Uh…” I was doing my best to not look like an idiot right now, but something just felt… wrong.

“Here! Let me see that one.” Autumn said as she snatched the card out of my hand and raised an eyebrow slightly. “That’s… Elizabeth Stanton.” She says, an almost confused tone to her voice now. “I’d assume that you would know that… It’s kind of an easy one?” She asks, raising an eyebrow slightly.

“Sorry I uh… I’m having an off day. The jail was kind of rough.” I say, and if I didn’t know any better I would have said that Autumn just rolled her eyes a little bit at me, before clearing her throat and putting on her more sweet demeanor as she smiled.

“That’s fine babe… maybe uh… what about this one?” She asks, picking up a card off the floor and handing it to me. When I pick it up my heart sinks in my chest as I read the question, it was almost like a sick joke. I look up slightly as she gives me a somewhat concerned look.

“What uh… what class is this for?” I ask, raising an eyebrow slightly, and this time I could definitely see Autumn roll her eyes, exasperated and annoyed at the question.

“I told you when you got here! Women’s Studies! Don’t you remember?” I… definitely did not remember that. In fact I don’t remember too much between the cab ride and sitting down. But as she explained it made the next question make more sense now…

Who is the face of the new privately funded X-Change program, commonly used in gender studies to help experience and understand the lives of the opposite gender?

“The CEO of X-Change is Michael Mancini, but run by a man named Musa Phoenix.” I say softly, and Autumn’s eyebrows raised slightly at my words. “But uh… the face? It’s a woman named Aphrodite. But most aren’t sure if she’s actually a woman or not.” I say, flipping the card over and handing it back to Autumn.

“That’s right…” She says, her tone of voice sounding almost curious and confused as she glances at me. “X-Change is a new subject we are studying this year… I didn’t think you would know that?” She asks, raising an eyebrow slightly and I feel myself freeze in my tracks.

“Uh… a lot of cases of… like… spiking! Yeah. I’ve had to deal with spiking and had to learn about the **** at work.” I say quickly, my words slightly choppy as I couldn’t exactly make a full congruent statement out of pure stress.

“Have you… met any of these X-Change women?” Autumn asks after a second of hesitation, raising an eyebrow slightly as she gives me a daring glare, one that I’ve seen quite a few times from her that tells me to be fucking careful. “I’ve heard that they can be a bit… slutty? I’m not sure I want them around my man.”

“I’ve uh…” I hesitate slightly as her eyes, like daggers, started to stare into my soul. “I’ve met a couple. Clients. But that’s about it.” I say, and I could see her piercing eyes get somewhat darker now.

“Uh-huh…” she whispers. “I’ve heard that the products make a perfect woman… but why don’t you tell me, baby~” She whispers again, as her hands slowly move up her body, grabbing the base of her shirt, and slowly lifting it above her chest, letting her tits fall out from her top freely to the open air, no bra in sight.

“Do they look better than me, baby~?” She whispers teasingly, a small spark in her eye, daring as she stares at me with a smile. Immediately, and silently, I shake my head as my eyes become lost in her chest, and she just lets out a tiny giggle. “Then come over here big boy, and show me just how much better I look~”