Make a (stealthy) run for it; breakfast with the freshmen.

Just when you hear Emily begin to cry out "I'm cumming!" you make your move. You figure there's no way she'll be able to perceive anything in that state. You tiptoe back toward the door, then, during the height of her climax, you quickly open it and slide out before shutting it and releasing the handle. You wait a minute before you move again, hoping for some confirmation that your getaway was clean. You don't know what you expected to hear, but it's not like Emily opened the door to find you or anything. You do faintly hear a bit of commotion through the door, maybe they are repositioning for round two?

Nevertheless, you make your way out of the dorm hall and down towards the dining hall. You don't recognize anyone along the way, but once you've filled your tray with the usual breakfast foods, you look around for somewhere to sit. You see a few freshmen that you saw in the orientation on Friday. You decide to sit with them and try to make some new friends with your peers. Upon sitting down at the only empty seat at the table, they all go silent, looking at you expectantly.

"Umm," you start, "hi, I'm B-Lauren." You try to introduce yourself. The students all ease up up after that, you're all trying to spend your freshmen year to make friends after all.

The redheaded boy across from you continues from before you sat down, "did anyone look at the calc book yet? I heard Hardinger is a real hardass and has quizzes the first week. I'm Hare, by the way." He adds for you.

The jet-black haired geek looking girl answers him in between bites of her breakfast and without looking up through her glasses: "If you didn't already know calc, why did you sign up for his course? It's meant for those who failed the advanced placement tests but still passed the classes in high school." You later learn that her name is Naomi, so you think about her as such from now on. You think back to your course schedule, you're pretty sure you have Hardinger first thing Monday morning. Hopefully the precalculus you took in high school will suffice for you.

"What about Chemistry?" The dark skinned brunette asks the group. This, you feel you can answer about.

"With Mr. Daniels?" You start. "It shouldn't be too bad. Large groups, one question for homework each lecture." You remember your mentor's thoughts on that class.

"Thanks." She follows up. "I might not drop that one until the end of the week. Anika, by the way.

The final freshman who hasn't spoken up yet is the one you recognized leaving the X-Change check in on Friday. She can't possibly recognize you yet, given that that was before you had changed into your new body. Wait! You remember that she left with Jenna, the girl that spent this morning sitting on your face. If Jenna is her mentor, then you bet there's a good chance that's she a full on nympho like Jenna. Then again, you don't remember seeing her at the upperclassmen bonfire last night. Maybe she didn't click with Jenna as a mentor? You think about seeing if she'd like to meet Emily, but then think that it wouldn't work out well what with Emily being a somewhat self-restrained nympho.

Regardless, the four of you (minus the mystery girl, who doesn't say a word) continue your small talk until the logical end (you're all out of food). Aftewards, you head back towards your dorm again, hoping that your roommate and mentor is finished abusing her boytoy for the morning (morning being subjective, it's nearly noon already). Thankfully, this time when you reach your door, there isn't any garment hanging off the doorknob. You confidently open the door and are relieved at what you see.

Emily is quietly humming away to some song while looking at the screen on her laptop. Undoubtedly, some makeup or hairdo video that you haven't learnt to care for yet. She notices your entrance and greets you as such. "Hey, Lauren! Missed you this morning. Looks like you found your pants after all. Please tell me the police left it for you in the lost and found?"

You don't want to lie to her or tell the truth, so you simply ignore the question. All the same, she doesn't press it. You plop down on your own bed, thinking about how to waste away the day. You haven't any real ideas, after all, classes start early tomorrow morning, you want to make sure you are well rested for your first day