Your dorm room

You close your eyes, trying to make up your mind as to where Charles and his mystical Doctor should take you.

Your childhood home is your first thought, since that's the place that comes to mind when you think of "home". And initially the prospect warms you; seeing your parents again, as well as your siblings and old friends. You had some fun times growing up, our parents owning a house on the outskirts of the city - close enough to still be considered within city limits, but far enough that you've often considered yourself living out in the country. It would be nice to see everyone again; especially after you left for college.

Oh right. College. Your parents would probably find it weird for you to suddenly appear from during the middle of a school term. Plus, if Charles really could shape the world to your ideal fantasy, maybe going back home isn't the best of options.

Going back to your college dorm however - that would provide ample possibility for some good fun. Not only were there plenty of girls, but having them live within the constraints you gave Charles would change things drastically. Gone would be the days where you and your mates go to the bars in the hopes of picking up girls. Now, they'd be naked, wearing nothing but a collar as they approached you for what would be the honor of making your dick cum. It was hard not to get aroused at the prospect.

Closing your eyes, you did what Charles told you to do and envisioned your dorm. It was a small, ramshackled that you shared with a roommate, a guy named George that you weren't particularly fond of. You imagined your tiny bed, tucked away in the corner of the small rectangular room, the old pizza box you'd left on the desk next to your laptop, and, more importantly, the big oak door with paint pealing off that gave way to your dorm room.

With the image clear in your mind, you grabbed the polished handle and yanked the door open, the room beyond aglow with a bright white light. Saying nothing more to your strange companion, you walked through the threshold and entered the room you'd spent the past three months getting accustomed too.

Instead, you walked into a student's dream condo.

This room looked nothing like the crappy old dorm room you'd just imagined. For starters, it was way too big, easily doubling if not tripling the old room you'd previously lived in. And yet, it was still unquestionably yours - you could tell because the walls were still adorned with the exact same posters you had. Although this room had more than just a couple posters on its walls.

"Um... Charles? What kind of joke is this?" You asked while turning around. However, instead of the white empty hallway you found yourself in earlier, the room behind you led to a single washroom much alike the one you'd shared with George - toilet in the corner and back wall consumed by a college shower.

Beyond confused, you turned back to the large room and entered it, inspecting it with awe.

For starters, the room was unquestionably yours. Your backpack was coupled with your school books, tucked away in one corner; your shoes, gym bag, and other outdoors apparel was placed away in another. You could tell that even the large walk-in closet was yours after recognizing a few of the outfits stored away behind its open doors. Pictures of your parents and siblings even adorned the desk at the far back, removing any doubts that this grand place was anything but yours.

And yet, compared to the dorm room you've lived in before, this room was luxurious! The bed was easily a king, with large curtains hanging off the side that could, apparently, close around the mattress and provide ample privacy. If you were to guess at the material, it'd be silk. There were also numerous candles found across the room, the wax on each showing that they'd all been used to varying degrees. The larger ones were placed closest to the bed, which was itself covered in numerous pillows.

Beyond the grand bed, which easily took up most of the space, the room's decor was nothing if not marvelous. And expensive. Before today, not only would you never have thought it possible for you to live in a room this grand, but with the sheer amount of stuff that you apparently owned.... It easily went beyond the minimum paychecks you made from week to week.

That last oddity about the room was the sheer size of it, not only in length and width but also in height. The room was tall. Much taller than any dorm room should realistically be. And its size was only further emphasized by the large crystal chandelier that dropped down from the ceiling.

This entire living space gave you the impression that someone important lived here. In fact, if you had to place it, this room reminded you a lot of a church, what with its high walls, numerous candles, and seemingly expensive decor.

It hit you instantly. This was a place of worship.

"I live here?" you asked, stunned as you made your way towards the small bedside table placed next to the raised mattress. Three candles or various size and height were placed on it, the middle one being the taller and the biggest. An identical table was placed at the other side of the bed, this one being different only due to the fact that it also held a small note tucked away underneath a brand-new folded T-shirt.

It read: "A gift to you, John. With love, -E"

Was someone just gifting things to you? If so, that explained why you seemingly owned more stuff than you could feasibly buy. But still, you were still just a random college student, earning minimum wage at a shitty retail job trying to stumbling their way towards a degree. Why would anyone shower you with gifts or allow you to live in a room this grandiose?

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts.