To his new room.

Room 308, Mockingbird Hall

John looked at his assignment, and found the dorm on the campus map in the student handbook. Orienting himself, he set out for his new home.

Mockingbird Hall turned out to be a brick monstrosity right out of the Civil War. No wonder they didn’t change anything, John thought to himself, if they tried, the whole place would probably collapse. Oh well …

Entering the rather ornate front doors, he found himself confronted by a student, sitting behind a table, attired in the school uniform: penny loafers, gray knee socks, burgundy and gray plaid pleated skirt, white blouse and burgundy and gray striped tie. She was actually very pretty, with straight dark brown hair, cut in a sort of pageboy look, big brown eyes and olive skin. She was kind of slim, but still … “Hi, new meat. Here to try out your new panties?” A giggle wafted out of the office to his right, followed by the sound of two girls whispering. The girl at the table looked at the office and smiled, then turned to say, “John? You’re in room 308. Welcome to the Clarion School.”

“At least,” he replied, “They aren’t making us wear skirts. I don’t have the legs for that at all.” Table girl smiled at that and said, “Good one. My name’s Gina, by the way. The stairs are over there,” she said, pointing to her left. “Good luck.”

John found his room and walked in, to see his new roommate, and a half dozen other girls, all of whom stopped talking as soon as they saw him. He realized they had been looking at his clothing bundle, a brown paper-wrapped bundle tied with string. Perched on top were the infamous dozen pair of white panties. “Hi, John,” they said in near-perfect unison.

“Hello, ladies,” he replied automatically. “One of you is my new roommate?” “I am,” a thin blond with long straight hair said, standing up and extending a hand, “My name’s Jane. Welcome to Clarion.” John sighed with relief. At least his roommate seemed friendly enough. Shaking her hand, he smiled and then sat on the bed, his right hand resting on the clothing bundle, inches from his first panties. The other girls took their leave, tittering and glancing back at him as they left.

“Better try your stuff on now, roomie,” Jane pointed out. “If something doesn’t fit, you might be able to get a replacement at the school store, but tomorrow, you’ll be expected to be in uniform, no matter what. Plus, you have to be in uniform to eat at the dining hall today.” Sitting on the bed, she smiled sweetly.

“Uh,” John asked uncertainly, “where’s the other bed?” Jane giggled and said, every room has one bed, silly. Both girls share the bed, school tradition. I guess I get to share a bed with a man. I must be special.” “Share a bed…” John said, “I don’t even know what to say.” “Don’t worry,” Jane said seriously. “I won’t hurt you.” A brilliant smile lit up her face, and she laughed, a good-natured laugh that made John laugh too. As the laughter subsided, he opened his bundle and looked around, quickly realizing there was no place to go to change. “Don’t look at me,” Jane said, still grinning. If I leave, who’s going to help you make sure your new clothes fit?”

Standing, almost in a daze, John began to undress. As he did, he realized just how pretty Jane was. Maybe 5’7”, with straight golden blonde hair, parted in the middle, that fell past her shoulders, an oval face with blond eyebrows, pale lips and flawless skin. He estimated she had B cups on a slim but curvaceous body. From what he could see, her legs were as nice as the rest of her, and he felt his penis begin to grow erect.

Once stripped to his underwear, he turned away from Jane and pulled his boxers down, earning a “Nice buns!” from his new roommate. Pulling a pair of the panties on, he was shocked by how lightweight they were and how comfortable they were. It wasn’t until he turned around and asked how they fit that he realized how sheer they were. Jane’s eyes opened wide, and her mouth formed an O as she stared. “Wow,” she said softly. His masculinity reassured, John asked, “Do they fit right? I’ve never worn panties before.” “Oh they fit just fine,” she replied, never taking her eyes off his crotch. “Mmmm…” Shaking her head, she added, “I’m sorry. I’ve just never seen one – I mean an actual dick before.” She added, “It looks very nice. Are you getting a hardon now?”

Looking down and blushing, John realized these panties would never contain an erection and apologized, “Sorry, its kind of an **** thing. I’ve never been naked in front of a girl before – and you’re very pretty – let alone paraded around in front of a girl in my panties, er, underwear before.” “Well, if we’re going to be roommates and share a bed,” Jane said with a grin, “I guess we’re going to get familiar with each other’s bodies.” Blushing, “You know what I mean.”

Grinning back, John said, Yeah. I guess I’ll get to see how you look in these things too…” Dressing himself in penny loafers, gray socks and dockers-style pants, a white shirt and, as she watched, John finished by tying his school tie expertly, and said, “How do I look?” Jane smiled and said, “Very nice. Your clothes fit well, and you look surprisingly good in panties. Now would you like to escort this hungry young lady to the dining hall? I want to show off my handsome roommate to the rest of the school.”