Take the underwear to your dorm room

You slip back into Josh's discarded clothes, the stolen sorority underwear tucked securely in his front pocket. The silk fabric feels impossibly light against your fingers as you double-check it's still there. Mission accomplished.

"Where are you going?" Courtney's sleepy voice catches you as you're tying Josh's shoes. She props herself up on one elbow, hair tousled from sleep and sex.

"I've got early practice tomorrow," you lie smoothly, drawing on Josh's memories. "Coach will bench me if I'm late again."

Courtney pouts but nods with understanding. "Text me when you wake up?"

"Of course." You lean over and kiss her forehead, still marveling at how different it feels to bend down from Josh's height. "Go back to sleep."

She mumbles something incoherent and burrows back into her blankets. You watch her for a moment, appreciating the curve of her shoulder in the moonlight before quietly slipping out the door.

The sorority house is silent as you descend the stairs, each creak sounding thunderous in the stillness. A different girl sits at the check-out desk—a freshman with dark braids who looks up from her textbook with surprise.

"Oh, Josh. Didn't know you were still here." She glances at the ornate wall clock showing 1:15 AM. "You're, uh, past curfew."

"Sorry, Taylor," you say, plucking the name from Josh's memories. "We fell asleep studying."

Taylor gives you a knowing smirk. "Right. 'Studying.' I'll let it slide since you're Courtney's boyfriend, but Zoe would flip if she knew."

"Appreciate it." You flash her Josh's winning smile and sign out on the clipboard.

Outside, the campus air hits your borrowed skin with a pleasant chill. You walk with Josh's long, confident strides across the quad toward your dorm, enjoying the novel sensation of occupying this athletic body. Muscles respond differently, balance shifts, even your vision sits higher from the ground.

You approach your dorm building with Josh's long strides, the stolen Kappa Beta underwear secure in his pocket. The late hour works in your favor—campus is nearly deserted except for a few distant figures stumbling home from parties. The dorm lobby glows with fluorescent light as you pull open the heavy glass door.

The lounge area is empty save for Daniel, the night desk attendant, who glances up from his physics textbook. "Cutting it close to curfew, man," he says, checking the time on his phone.

"Just made it," you reply with Josh's easy confidence, moving toward the corner of the lounge where several worn couches form a semi-private nook. "Need to rest a minute before heading up."

Daniel shrugs and returns to his studying, uninterested in Josh's movements. Perfect.

You settle onto the farthest couch, positioning Josh's body in a natural lounging position. Then you focus inward, feeling for that invisible tether that connects you to your true form. The sensation is like diving underwater—a moment of disorientation as you pull away from Josh's consciousness and hurtle back toward your own body.

You gasp as your eyes snap open in your actual body. You're lying on your bed in your dorm room, still dressed in yesterday's clothes. Someone—likely your RA—must have found you at the party and brought you back. Your head throbs slightly, the usual side effect of returning after hours in another vessel.

"Shit," you whisper, checking your watch. Only a few minutes have passed since you left Josh's body. He'll still be in that semi-conscious daze that follows your departure—not quite awake but no longer hosting your consciousness.

You roll off your bed and grab your keys, moving quickly but quietly to avoid waking anyone. The hallway is silent as you slip out of your room and take the stairs down to the lobby.

Daniel looks up with surprise. "Henri? Thought you were passed out for the night. Trey brought you back from Theta Sig looking rough."

"Just needed water," you mutter, making a show of crossing to the drinking fountain before casually moving toward the lounge area.

There he is—Josh, slumped on the couch, his eyes half-open but vacant. He's starting to stir, confusion beginning to register on his features as his own consciousness struggles to reclaim control.

You slide onto the couch opposite him, establishing direct eye contact before he fully awakens. "Hey man, you okay?" you ask, your voice concerned but your focus intense.

Josh's unfocused eyes meet yours. "I... what am I doing here?" he mumbles.

That's all the connection you need. You concentrate, feeling that familiar sensation of your consciousness stretching, thinning, then pouring through the bridge your locked gazes have created. Once again, vertigo grips you as you slide into Josh's skin, reassuming control before his own mind can fully return.

Your actual body slumps slightly, eyes glazing over before you shake your head and straighten up. "I'm good," you say through Josh's mouth. "Just spaced out for a second."

You stand, patting Josh's pocket to ensure the prized underwear is still there. "Heading up," you call to Daniel, who waves without looking up.

Back in your room, you carefully extract the silky underwear from Josh's pocket and hide it in your desk drawer beneath some textbooks. Pledge task complete. Now you just need to decide how long you want to enjoy Josh's borrowed body before returning to your own.