Gather your things and move your body back to your room

You quickly gather Eliza's meticulously organized notes and textbooks, stuffing them into her floral backpack with less care than she likely would have used. Her hands feel smaller than yours, fingers more delicate as they fumble with the zipper. The sensation of her body moving under your command sends a thrill through you—her heartbeat quickening in your chest.

You glance around the nearly empty library. Only a few students remain, heads down in their studies, and a middle-aged librarian sorting returns at the front desk. Perfect timing.

"Hey," you say softly to your **** form, leaning close as if checking on a friend. "Time to wake up. We should go."

For appearance's sake, you gently shake your original body's shoulder, knowing full well it won't respond. The weight of your own form slumped against the table is strange to witness from outside. You gather your belongings too, shoving them haphazardly into your backpack.

"My friend's not feeling well," you explain to a girl at a nearby table who glances up curiously. "Too many energy drinks, I think."

She nods sympathetically before returning to her laptop.

The challenge now: how to move your body. You're experiencing the difference in strength between your original form and Eliza's smaller frame immediately. Her arms lack the muscle memory yours have, making movements feel slightly alien.

"Come on, buddy," you announce loudly enough for anyone nearby to hear. "Let's get you back to the dorm."

You drape your original body's arm around Eliza's shoulders and haul upward. The dead weight is substantial, but you manage to get your vacated body to its feet. Eliza's frame strains under the burden, her muscles tensing in ways unfamiliar to you. The pressure of your body against her breasts creates an unexpected sensation that sends a tingle down your spine.

"Walking you home," you explain to the security guard who raises an eyebrow as you struggle through the library's main doors. "Finals week, you know how it is."

"Been there," the guard chuckles, holding the door open. "Need help?"

"No, I've got him," you reply, adjusting your grip. "His dorm's close."

The cool night air hits Eliza's skin differently than it would yours—goosebumps rising immediately on her exposed arms. Her body responds to the temperature with heightened sensitivity. You notice how her nipples harden against the fabric of her bra, a sensation both foreign and exciting.

Lugging your **** form across campus proves more challenging than anticipated. Eliza's body, while fit, lacks the upper body strength you're accustomed to. By the time you reach your residence hall, her muscles are burning with exertion, small beads of sweat forming at the nape of her neck.

"Please tell me you have your key," you mutter to your **** self, patting down your body's pockets until you find the keycard.

You manage to swipe into the building and half-drag your original body up to your room on the third floor. Thankfully, the elevator is working tonight, and the hallways are mostly empty—everyone either out partying or locked away studying.

When you finally tumble through your door, you're relieved to find the room empty—Nathan still at his study group. You deposit your original body onto your bed, arranging it to look like you're simply sleeping.

Standing in the middle of your dorm room, in Eliza Morrison's body, you catch a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror above your desk. The Kappa Beta Theta pendant gleams against her collarbone. You run her hands down the unfamiliar curves, feeling the strange yet intoxicating sensation of experiencing a female form from the inside.