Your college

Somewhere with plenty of people, and maybe even people you recognize...the first thing that comes to mind is the college you graduated from just a few months ago. There's plenty of students there who you met and made friends with who are still students, so if this really does end up being a prank, you can at least share the story with someone.

Mind clear with the image of your college's courtyard with the oval fountain and various benches along the paths leading to different buildings, you look to Charles with a nod.

"Got a place in mind, have you?" Charles asks. "Alright then. I'll be opening the door now. The light's gonna be a bit blinding at first, but just will yourself and walk on through, understand?"

Giving him another affirmative nod, he clasps the metal of the silver handle and pulls backwards, slowly swinging the massive door open. It creaks as a powerful light escapes from its depths, engulfing the area and cutting your vision off entirely.

"Remember, lad," you hear Charles speak up as you close your eyes in the shower of light. "Don't overthink things. It's that simple, you hear?"

Unable to see anything around you or confirm your surroundings, you take a step forward and begin walking towards the light...

...

...

"I hate my professors this semester! Quizzes every day...what is this, high school?"

"The first week and we've already got a seven-page paper! I might just switch classes, honestly."

"You doing anything after your last class today? We should chill at the mall or something."

...?

Idle chatter of miscellaneous subjects clutters the atmosphere, dozens of voices clashing against one another as you slowly open your eyes.

In front of you rests a beautifully crafted oval fountain with a marble statue of a cherub in the center, spewing out a steady stream of water into a somewhat shallow pool. On the edges of the fountain rest tired college students, some just released from their classes for the days while others kill time before their own daily grind begins.

An autumn breeze shuffles your hair slightly as you take a deep breath and confirm that you are, in fact, alive. There's one worry off your shoulder.

"Oh, is that you, John?"

Your name being called out brings you to attention. Turning around, you notice a redheaded girl approaching you, binder and textbooks in hand. Her blue eyes hide behind a pair of black rectangular glasses, but her smile doesn't conceal itself—she's got a wide grin as she walks up to you.

Charles' apparent wizardry in the mysterious teleporting door was no trick, then. You've really been brought back to your old college which you graduated from a few months ago, and approaching you from the other end of the courtyard is Vivian, a friendly sophomore you met in your third year. This would mean that she is now a senior, her Engineering degree not far from being in her hands now.

There's...one thing that's wrong about this picture, though.

"Hey, John! What brings you back to campus?"

Well...it's not wrong. It's not wrong at all, actually, because it's precisely what you asked for.

"Did you have to talk to the people at the financial aid office or something? I just got off my last class, so I'll come with you if you want!"

Yes...this is exactly as Charles said it would be, so you shouldn't be surprised at all. The fact that it actually happened is what's throwing you off—they were serious.

"John? Everything alright?"

Vivian is speaking to you, but your mind and eyes are elsewhere.

Beneath her long-sleeved black wool sweater is...nothing. A neatly trimmed bush of red sits on her nude crotch, her lower half completely exposed for all to see.

Taking a brief look around, you notice that every girl is the same. Not a single woman in the area is wearing bottomwear of any sort. Bare asses walk around in a carefree manner, as if it was normal.

No...not as if it was normal. It is normal. For these people, for this world, this has been normal as long as they can remember.

You're not sure how or why, but Charles wasn't kidding. Whatever the doctor did...it worked.

Naturally, if the bottomless part of your world construction ended up being true....

"Vivian," you speak up abruptly, your voice mixed between a satisfied laugh and a trembling quiver. "Can I ask you something?"

"You're scaring me, John," she says with a small but slightly worried laugh. "What's up?"

How can you ask what you're about to ask without feeling incredibly awkward...? Can you really just...say it?

Argh...there's no point in worrying about it like this. That's what Charles said—don't overthink this. This is reality. You bite the bullet and stammer out your sentence.

"It'd be perfectly fine if I fucked you up the ass in front of all these people, right?"

Vivian blinks, staring at you with puzzled eyes. "John..."

Shit.

Okay, so that part didn't work, for whatever reason. The doctor screwed up whatever mumbo jumbo formulas he used, or maybe just this part was a trick to make you look like an idiot, or maybe this is just a dream and you can't even get your fantasies right when you're in your own dream world. At least you know not to try again. You figure you'll just apologize and—

"Is that what's got you all pent up? You know you can do whatever you want with my body. Why are you even asking?"

...mother shitfuck.

Your expression and state of being quickly reversing from tense anxiousness to relaxed relief, you can't help but smile like an idiot as you realize what this means. Witnessing your shift in mood, Vivian giggles a bit herself. "Jeez, what's up with you? You usually just stick it in me whenever you want, without even asking...why would you feel the need to seek permission?"

You usually do that...? It's true, then. By some sort of otherworldly scientific achievement or demonic black magic, this "doctor" has completely reconstructed your reality. For the longest time, women going bottomless and you using those aged 18 to 40 at your own free discretion has been a social norm.

Oh, the fun you're going to have. Where do you even begin...? Well, for starters, Vivian is standing right in front of you, ready to do whatever you want. She was always a pretty one with good charms...but the options you have before you could expand to so much more.

Your niche, little-known casual sex fetish that you could never find much material for has just been upgraded to the highest possible form: reality. There is no need to scout the depths of the Internet for fresh videos and pictures when you can do it yourself, as much as you want, with no consequences.

Now...where do you start?