Return to your dorm

You hurry across the darkened campus, feeling the weight of the stolen underwear in Eliza's pocket as you navigate toward your dorm building. The quad is nearly deserted at this hour, just a few students walking in pairs or hunched over phones as they shuffle between buildings. The night air carries a hint of autumn chill, making Eliza's body shiver slightly under her thin sweater.

You slip your student ID—Henri's ID, technically—from Eliza's wallet and swipe into your residence hall. The familiar corridor looks different through her eyes, somehow both smaller and more intimidating. You climb the stairs to the third floor, grateful that Nathan should still be at his study group.

Outside your door, you pause to listen—silence. You fish out your room key and enter, immediately spotting your original body lying peacefully on the bed, chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths. It's disorienting seeing yourself from the outside, **** and unaware.

"Weird," you whisper in Eliza's voice, locking the door behind you.

You approach your sleeping form cautiously. Your face looks younger in repose, almost childlike without the animation of consciousness. You reach out with Eliza's delicate fingers and touch your cheek, feeling stubble against her soft fingertips.

"Don't worry, buddy," you murmur. "We're going to score big tonight."

You turn your attention to the task at hand, emptying Eliza's pockets of the stolen sorority underwear. Four pairs of custom panties with Greek letters embroidered on them—your fraternity brothers will be impressed. You tuck them into your desk drawer beneath a stack of psychology textbooks.

"Now," you say, turning toward the full-length mirror on your closet door. "Let's see what I'm working with here."

You pull Eliza's sweater over her head, tossing it onto your desk chair. Her jeans follow, sliding down her slender legs until she stands in just the purple satin lingerie you selected earlier. The mirror reveals her body in its full glory—skin pale and smooth in the dim lamp light, breasts pushed high by the expensive bra, hipbones creating delicate shadows above the edge of her matching panties.

"Not bad at all," you breathe, running her hands experimentally over her stomach, feeling the taut muscles beneath soft skin.

You trace her hands upward, cupping her breasts through the satin fabric, feeling the weight of them—so different from touching someone else's body as yourself. A shiver passes through her form as you brush thumbs across her nipples, watching them harden beneath the fabric.

Curious, you pick it up to find a message from Nathan: "Study group ending early. Heading back now. Need anything?"

You glance at your **** form on the bed, then at Eliza's half-dressed body in the mirror. If Nathan walks in and finds Eliza in your room while your body is ****...

You quickly type a response: "Actually, can you grab me a coffee from the union? The strong kind. Need to pull an all-nighter."

The reply comes almost immediately: "Sure thing. 20 mins."