Your college's Student Union

Somewhere with plenty of people, and maybe even people you recognize...the first thing that comes to mind is the college you graduated from just a few months ago. There's plenty of students there who you met and made friends with who are still attending, so if this really does end up being a prank, you can at least share the story with someone.

Mind clear with the image of your college's courtyard with the oval fountain and various benches along the paths leading to different buildings, you look to Charles with a nod.

"Got a place in mind, have you?" Charles asks. "Alright then. I'll be opening the door now. The light's gonna be a bit blinding at first, but just will yourself and walk on through, understand?"

Giving him another affirmative nod, he clasps the metal of the silver handle and pulls backwards, slowly swinging the massive door open. It creaks as a powerful light escapes from its depths, engulfing the area and cutting your vision off entirely.

"Remember, lad," you hear Charles speak up as you close your eyes in the shower of light. "Don't overthink things. It's that simple, you hear?"

Unable to see anything around you or confirm your surroundings, you take a step forward and begin walking towards the light...

...

Idle chatter of miscellaneous subjects clutters the atmosphere, dozens of voices clashing against one another as you slowly open your eyes.

In front of you rests a beautifully crafted oval fountain with a marble statue of a cherub in the center, spewing out a steady stream of water into a somewhat shallow pool. On the edges of the fountain rest tired college students, some just released from their classes for the days while others kill time before their own daily grind begins.

An autumn breeze shuffles your hair slightly as you take a deep breath and confirm that you are, in fact, alive. There's one worry off your shoulder.

"Hey! John!"

Your name being called out brings you to attention. Turning around, you notice a redheaded girl approaching you from the other end of the courtyard, binder and textbooks in hand: Vivian, a friendly sophomore. Her blue eyes hide behind a pair of black rectangular glasses, but her smile doesn't conceal itself—she's got a wide grin as she walks up to you.

So, you're back in something like the real world, with people you know. Maybe you're dreaming; or more likely the episode with Charles was a dream. In any case, you're back at your college that you graduated from just a few months ago. Was any of that business with Charles even real? Oh well, best not to think about it right now...

Vivian is friendly, relaxed, and down-to-earth, so much so that people were often surprised to find out that she was a driven engineering student at the top of her class. You've sometimes admired her figure—gently curvy with C-cup breasts—and you're sure that she's noticed once or twice, but she's never encouraged you, and by unspoken agreement, neither of you have taken things any further.

"Hi Vivian," you respond. "What's up?" You look up from where you're sitting and smile at her.

"My day's looking up now!" She beamed. "I was looking for a guy friend to help me out. I want to go to the mall to shop, and you know how much I like getting a guy's perspective on these things."

You didn't really remember that about Vivian, but you decide to play along. "Sounds good to me, Viv. I was just hanging out anyway. It's cool to bump into you like this," you say, standing up.

"Definitely! I was just wondering when I'd see you again," she said, her eyes drifting downwards as you stand. As you walk over to her, her eyes follow your crotch.

*Wow, that's different,* you think. Vivian was always a bit shy about relationships: you're pretty sure you've never seen her check a guy out before, let alone you! Her eyes flit up, and she smiles at you.

"Mmm," she hums.

The two of you discuss where to go, and you're on your way. You've been walking and making small talk for a few minutes before Vivian gives you a slightly curious look.

"John," she asks, "What do you think about what I'm wearing?"

You hadn't given it much thought, to be honest: it was typical cotton-and-jeans Vivian. Well, now that you consider it, her jeans were maybe a little tighter than usual, and it was in the worn-through style that had become popular the past couple of years rather than the more 'sensible' intact pattern she usually went for. Her top was a dark green and black tartan which complemented her hair colour beautifully.

"It looks nice," you say, "The jeans are a bit more trendy than you usually wear: it's unusual, but you look good in them."

Vivian smiles gently at the complement, but looks as though she's after something else. "Yeah, I took up some dude's suggestion a week ago. Decided I liked it. But I wondered if you had any specific suggestions for how I wear these until we get to the mall."

You're more than a little confused. "Uh, such as?"

Vivian looks at you strangely. "Well, maybe you'd like to see more of my cleavage, for example. You usually do like me to show off my tits, just a little, and I'd be happy to oblige."

You stop suddenly. You are about to protest that you never tell her to get her tits out, when you register the second thing that she said --- that she'd be happy to do it. What's going on here?

"I --" you just begin to speak. But as it happens, at that moment you see a young asian man and woman walking down the path towards the university, in the background. The woman is clearly naked. She appears to be wearing white and black body paint, in the striped pattern of a zebra, including over her face. Her nose and mouth, and her aureolas, are painted a solid black, and her black public hair is clear for all to see. She also appears to have a fake zebra tail behind her, visible between her legs as she walks. The young man is clearly enjoying her company, but is not otherwise acting excitedly. Another woman walks by without any apparent reaction.

You are stopped for another second as you think about this. You're not exactly obsessed with furry play, but it's not like you're unaware of it: you're pretty sure that's what's going on with the asian woman. It's a pretty obvious example of a fetish that normally people would be cautious about getting out, never mind casually parading in public. That sounds a lot like your dream, and if that's what's going on...

Vivian is looking at you, concerned. "Is something wrong, John?"

You shake your head. "Sorry, I just got distracted by the woman doing some zebra-play over there," you say.

Vivian turns to look, and you see her look in appreciation. "Yeah, cool. Yeah, that's a good job, she's really selling it."

The casual way in which Vivian reacts makes you a bit more confident. You're still not entirely sure of yourself, but you're just confident enough to make a move, and approach her.

"Right Viv, so if you want to go a bit more trendy to match your jeans, maybe you should show a bit more cleavage with your shirt." You reach up to undo a button, expecting that she would move to stop you, but she smiles and lets you undo a button, then two, then three.

"There's the John I remember," she says blushing lightly. "You always liked the tits. Turns out I have a surprise for you today!"

You unbutton enough to see the round creamy curves of her breasts, free from any restraint. "You're not wearing a bra?" you ask her.

Vivian giggles. "Nope. I let my classmate Mark have a go about an hour ago. After the usual exhibition, he decided that I should put my underwear in my bag. So until tomorrow, or someone I trust enough tells me otherwise, I'm going without."