College

Somewhere with plenty of people, somewhere where you'll be able to see right away if this is even legitimate to begin with or a very elaborate prank...the first place that comes to mind is the local college not far from your home, a place bustling with activity 24/7. With something like full body nudity in effect, you'd be able to see if this was true within moments of getting there.

Mind clear with the image of your college's central quad, 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...

...

The first thing to happen is...absolutely nothing. You open your eyes to see that you are currently standing in the campus quad. There are people walk about going to and fro as they see fit. The second thing that happens is you notice that no one, including yourself, is wearing a stitch of clothing. You begin to think that maybe Charles was not in fact pulling your chain. Although, you are still not certain that you are not dreaming. Putting the thought aside for a moment, you pick a direction and start walking. The scenery is certainly attractive; hot females, handsome males, and the students aren't bad looking either. You grin at your bad joke as you walk to nowhere in particular. You are definitely enjoying the view. Coming up to the first of several dorm buildings, you notice an especially good looking sophomore entering the building while struggling with her books. You run over to her and hold the door.

"Hello there. Can I help you, Ms. …," you say as you hold the door for her.

"Oh...um. Sure. Uh...my name is Casey."

She hands you some of the things she is struggling with as she pushes past you into the building's lobby. She seems a bit distracted by something and still has not really noticed your attention is not purely helpful. You just grin to yourself as you walk beside her toward the elevator carrying her things in your arms. To say that she is beautiful is more than an understatement. It is almost insulting. She makes supermodels look like trash by comparison. At least she does in your mind. It is most likely due to your serious dry spell, but the fact remains you think she is smokin' hot. Getting into the elevator, you can't help but make a silly comment in an effort to flirt with her.

"What is a beautiful womyn like you doing with so many books?"

She doesn't initially respond to your compliment since she is focused on other things. It isn't until after she manages to get her stuff sorted that she realizes what you called her. You can see the blush beginning to creep up her face as she looks away shyly. You put a hand on her bare shoulder in an effort to get her to come out of her shell a bit. She doesn't initially react as she is trying to work out why you, a complete stranger, are touching her in such an intimate way. The elevator begins to slow as it nears her floor. The change in speed pulls your attention away form the hot college junior. This proves enough of a diversion that she is able to pull away from you. You notice and smirk slightly. You reach out to her and pull her in Close as the elevator comes to a full stop on the fifth (5th) floor.

You lean in and kiss her lips softly. She looks up at you suddenly in shock. Her surprise is not so much that she pulls away again, but the look in her eyes clearly shows that she was not expecting someone she had never met to kiss her like that. More accurately, she was not expecting anyone to kiss her at all. You begin to think you might even be the first person to even notice her as more than merely living furniture. Before you can do anything more, the elevator door opens and...