Wednesday morning: Alarm bells!

You scramble off the bed to a ringing sound that pains your ears. It ebbs off after shrilling three times, but you're wide awake now. All three of you are naked, and need a moment to remember that all you can dress in for now, is the pink swimsuit hanging from the wall. You are, in fact, the first one dressed in it.

"What the heck!" you shout, but Ashley knows what this is about: "Dorm-wide morning alarm at 06:00!"

"Nobody cares!" complains Casey. "This is college, those who cannot get up on their own, are just going to fail."

Then she twitches. "Where is my phone??" As she says so, you and Ashley are are gasping as well.

This time, you know the answer: "In the locker rooms, on the outside-side of the Kempner swimming arena." you say with a monotonous voice. "Dorm rules." That is right, dorm rules are that no phones are allowed in the 'back area' of the dorm. There are only two landline phones on each floor. Real dial-up ones with a cord and and a chair next to them.

"Oh shit." Ashley says. "That's not right??"

"Eeehh." mutters Casey. "I think it is. This is... strange! It's them rules. Has been for the whole last week, too."

"But you feel like things have only changed yesterday, right?" you prod. Of course, you know all the wishes that you made. They have become a reality. You're still feeling your tock in your mouth, and you're still one of the young women filing out of your room in swimsuits, to still join a co-ed mass of fellow college freshmen to your morning swim drill.

You all run up the stairs - five floors, only to realize that the morning drill is done in groups. Fifteen minutes for each, and you're in the 3rd freshman team. Your time slot is in half an hour. Time for a quick breakfast. For you, this means OJ, raw yoghurt and a bit of whipped cream in a bowl, that you have to slurp down your tock.

And all the time, you're together with Casey and Ashley, who are as out-of-routine as you are. Everyone else you meet, is seemingly totally on board with the changes you brought to the dorm. It's normal to everyone, to walk around in an underground bunker in swimsuits. But it seems, that Ashley and Casey are also sensing that something is wrong.

Yvonne Reynolds, one of the Residence advisors, is adamant, at least. Her color, both swimsuit and hair, is a vibrant orange. "Sorry, umm... Casey. You know why we can't have cellphones in the back area. No exceptions."

"But... it's stupid!" Casey pleads, clearly _not _cool as a cucumber right now. "And something weird is going on... I have this strange desire..."

"Internet withdrawal?" a high-pitched voice asks. Another pair of RA's has idled over. The voice belongs to Hester Hoo, a short but beautiful woman with an Asian face and aquamarine hair (in your presence). Kenneth, the guy you already met yesterday, is with her. "You all signed a waiver that you're not going to bothered by having to leave the phones in your lockers every night!" Hester says.

"No." Casey snorts. She slips her arm on her back and zips her swimsuit open. Then she peels her firm breasts out of the suit, and pulls it down to her hips. Now she has everyone's attention. "This desire." Casey stares at everyone around, daring them to point at her or laugh. Nobody does, though. People stare at her tits, and some guys hold hands over their own swimsuits, to hide erections. You notice that Kenneth got very strained in his groin, but he makes no attempt to hide anything.

"And aren't you happy now, that nobody around has a camera ready to make a snapshot?" Yvonne asks, clearly amused by the antics on display. You and Ashley stand to Casey's sides like bodyguards, and exchange glances over her head.

"No... okay, yes. Maybe. But you don't get my point." Casey folds her arms under her bare breasts, lifting them up. "I suddenly want to expose myself like this. And I... fuck, I don't know. Something has changed here! I feel like I should have no problems with inviting guys to my room, but at the same time I haven't done it. Ever. But I feel I should have, and that I had, all the time, last week. It's as if it's a dream, or a former life." she is close to tears now, and the RA's are looking at each other, too.

"Casey, we have a campus psychiatrist. She's in the house on Thursday again." Yvonne puts a hand on Casey's shoulder. "But if you want, you can visit her office on campus today, I think we can schedule it in?" she looks at Kenneth, who shrugs.

"You think I'm a nutcase?" Casey has gotten loud enough to make a scene.

Thankfully, Ashley has had enough now. "Hey Cas. Calm down, or everyone WILL think you're a nutcase." Ash faces the RA's. "We just think that something weird is going on, something that plays with our sex drives. Casey here is Miss-Chaste, she wants boys but restricts herself to women. And yesterday she suddenly started dick-chasing, and we didn't even notice at first how strange that is."

The RA's exchange another look.

Then Ash points at you. "And Emcey is also behaving weird. When we asked her yesterday about her next plans, she said that she doesn't know which guy she is going to fuck next."

"That's... a totally... reasonable statement..." Hester stutters, unsure.

"Ixnay, Ash." Casey hisses under her breath, and the lesbian bites her lips and speaks not a word more. Casey gives a wide smile. "Emcey is a nympho like that..." she says lightly, and your jaw drops. "CASEY!"

"Pssst." she responds, suddenly calm again. "Sorry for freaking out."

"Can you please not tell everyone how big a slut I am?" you fold your arms under your large chest. Oh damn, that came out wrong. Hester raises an eyebrow at you. You just sigh, and shrug.

"Sorry that we bothered you." you say sweetly to the three RA's, once again thankful for the seductive voice that you got. "We better get to our exercises, right, Casey?"

Casey sighs as well, but has no witty final response. Your trio troops back up the stairs together, and get a quick shower. Just a minute before Coach Hemmill swims back towards your training squad from the other side of the pool.

For the next twenty minutes, he just lets your team swim laps, measuring everyone's times and then dismisses you towards the showers and lockers, where you are going to get ready for classes.