Study

You quickly rummaged through the suitcase and picked some clothes that looked comfortable, briefly wondering how Paul knew which size to get you, which happened to be a t-shirt and leggings. You slipped them on, not bothering with underwear just yet and sat down on your bed, paper in hand.

Most of the details about Erin's life were the same as yours with just minor changes here and there to make it so you weren't the same person, you were a year younger in your new body, you grew up in a different state, played different sports in high school, and you had some very different measurements to memorize.

Apparently you met Paul when you accidentally grabbed his drink at the local coffee shop. The two of you hit it off but both forgot to ask for each other's contact info, but as luck would have it, you ran into each other, literally, on campus.

It was a little too cute in your opinion, but you smiled at your best friend's imagination.

By the time you came out of your room, the sun was setting. Paul was sitting on the couch, watching TV; he jumped up when he saw you.

"So, what do you think?" he asked hopefully.

"I can do it," you state, confidently, but you owe me and I just hope my parents don't find out."

A wide grin stretches across Paul's face, and you notice his cheeks blush.

"What is it?" you ask.

"You've um— you've got a cameltoe."

Your eyes dart down to your crotch, and sure enough, your black yoga pants had ridden upwards. You fix it quickly, not bothering with privacy.

"I did have a question," you speak up, finding it hard to make eye contact with Paul.

"Did I forget something? I thought I covered everything I would have told my parents."

"Yeah, well, that's just the thing. It isn't something you would talk to your parents about, maybe, not over the phone at least, but I might have to, at the bachelorette party."

"Oh. Oh!" Paul said as he realized what you were talking about. You were supposed to have been in a relationship with Paul for nearly two months now.

"I don't know," he replied nervously. "Do— do you want to be?"

"Paul..."