The first experience

You stroll into your first day of class, back at school. The class looks relatively split gender-wise, about 60% female and 40% male, but you sit in the corner.

About five minutes till class starts, a familiar face walks in--your friend from high school, Madison. Madison was cute back then, but not really your type. You two had a rather hateful falling-out. But looking at her now, she was a bombshell, even if she was a stuck-up bitch. Petite with long, flowing brown hair, a beautiful figure and the added bonus of perfectly-shaped tits and a nice, firm ass on her little frame. She notices you and gives a halfhearted smile as she sits a few seats in front of you. Class goes by rather boringly--it was just the professor going over the syllabus.

After he lets you out, you rush to catch up with Madison, who's left a few seconds earlier.

After some rather awkward reintroductions, she tells you that this is her first semester here. She transferred this semester and was completely lost on campus. As you chat with her, you start to realize that she seems to have forgotten about your falling-out--or at the very least, extremely downplayed it.

You make up your mind, with a little help from the tiny voice in the back of your subconscious. You'd keep playing the part of the concerned friend. However, it was time to put that pocket dimension to use--or more accurately, put Madison to use inside your pocket dimension.