You wake up to a surprise!

You wake up smiling, wrapped around Abigail in a pile of burly bodies. You stretch and yawn and shake her awake, groggily saying, "Wake up, slut, we're gonna be late."

Abby smiles and looks up at you lovingly. She sits up and stretches too, and despite dreading getting in trouble back at school, you can't help but stare at her beautiful body glowing in the morning light. Wait...MORNING light?! You hop to your feet tossing clothes to Abby as you struggle to find yours among the slumbering studs. "Oh fuck! Oh shit! Oh fucking shitfuck! We're gonna miss morning roll call! We're gonna get busted, Abby!"

Abby tries to catch you as you hop over huddles hunks and put on your clothes as you find them. You move too fast, your mind reeling, heart racing, and mouth motoring, "Fuckfuckfuck! This is all my fault! I could have threatened to rat you out to keep you from going. Fuck! What if they try to lock you up for good?! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuck!"

Abigail again tries to interrupt and calm you down, but you aren't having it. "Alright. Here's what we'll do. I will tell them it was my idea to help you with an immersive therapy experience. As a matter of fact, I can honestly say I got more out of it than you did. I am learning who to trust, and when, as well as when it can be healthy to let go and trust my own instincts and feelings. Come to think of it, you actually seem to need my help a lot less than I needed yours. You don't need to be on quarantine in the first place. Hell, they should hire you as a..." you stop midsentence as you are hit with a realization that stuns you silent.

You leap over knocked out louts and pick Abby up and spin her around, shouting, "You fucking bitch!" Abby smiles taking it as the compliment it was intended as, "You absolute legend! You fucking fooled the shit fuck out of me! I wasn't your acountabilibuddy, you were mine! You were there to help test and teach me! Oh you sneaky slut! You owe me so much make up sex for this!" You kiss Abigail while you are both still spinning, she kisses you back, both of you giggling as you fall to the floor in a pile of tangled limbs and tongues.

"Okay, MMPH you are SHHLP definitely taking this SLURP better than MMM I expected." Abigail breaks the kiss to explain? "I got flagged as ahead of the curve when I tested in at the SJC because I went through most of my failures and fuck ups for years before I got infected. I only waited to get bimboified because you can cut through a lot of the red tape once you hit 18. Now that I'm the me I've always known I am, I want to help the slow students like yoOOOW!" Abigail wails in mock agony as you twist her titties for teasing you. She gives you a look that tells you she is far from being through with you, and you wink so she knows you are far from finished too...

"CONGRATULATIONS!" The bar shakes from the booming ballast of the burly brutes laid out all over. They have woken from their beastly sleep and apparently were in on the gag the whole time. As with Abby, you can't stay mad at the lovably lewd louts. They helped you the only way they knew how, with rough sex and lots of it. If you didn't still have to get back to school, you might even thank them properly. You wonder wistfully if you will be allowed to go on field trips when you get out of quarantine.

Which reminds you of the most pressing question, "Does this mean I've passed? Am I allowed to join all our friends in the main campus?" Abigail is nodding yes before you can get all the words out and you are crying tears of joy as you cry out, "We fucking diiiiiiid it! Go team bottoms! We finish first, second, third and last before them tops finish once! WoOOOooOoo!"

You've never considered yourself the cheerleader type, and yet here you are leading a chant and getting more than a few grizzled granddaddies and beefy bears to join in. You've never felt prouder of yourself in your life. You have failed, fucked up, fumbled, flailed, and forfeited your way to victory. You've made many mistakes and more enemies along the way, but you also made a few friends that could grow into so much more. You actually like yourself more than you ever have before, and you are just getting started.

You let Abigail help you up to your feet. Letting someone help you is going to take some getting used to, but if you've proven anything, it's that you are a fast learner. You plan to apply yourself all the more earnestly in the main campus as you did in B Campus. You hope to reunite with your friends, and maybe get to be more than friends with one or more of them. You hope you can let go some of the weight of all your mistakes and fears and fly further than anyone ever dreamed you would, especially yourself. You hope to reach out to those you had to leave behind and rebuild some bridges, or reinforce some boundaries if they can't accept that. You have a lot on your plate and the weight of the world on your shoulders, but you know you won't be doing it alone anymore.

You walk out into the morning light locked arm in arm with Abigail. She smiles brighter than the sun as she explains the transfer process to you and you almost listen as you ignore your constant hum of horniness and think of all the filthy fun you'll have with your friends. You have plenty of time to focus on school, in fact, you plan to graduate Magna Cum Something or Other...