Deal with nature's call

With all of the changes today, you somehow neglected to notice one feeling that stays the same. You enter the bathroom and find it to be pretty spartan. There's a shower, a toilet, a sink, a mirror, and not much else. You lift the seat on the toilet before realizing, then set it back down. You're glad no one's around to see you blush for once. You try to **** your jeans down and find it just as difficult as it was pulling them on. Pretty quickly though, you plop yourself down and start relieving that pressure.

You take the time to more fully inspect your new body. Your exposed thighs have a bit of hair, but it's very thin. Moving up, your pubic mound is much hairier, though not as thick as it was before. Lifting your shirt a bit reveals your mostly hairless stomach with just a bit of peach fuzz on it. Your hair conveniently ends just below where your underwear would sit. Speaking of which, you finish up and barely manage to pull your pants back up.

You go to the sink to rinse your hands but end up mostly checking yourself out in the mirror. Things were a bit too hectic to really get a good look earlier, but now that you've had some time to get used to your body, you can look over everything. Your hair is still in a ponytail, so you pull the scrunchy off and let it hang down. It's completely straight without even a hint of any curls. You try to push it behind your ears, but it's too thick and too long to really do so. Your eyes drift down and you can see the edges of your bra peeking out from under the tank top. Doing the only sensible thing, you slowly pull the shirt off until you are peering at your exposed midriff. You continue by pulling your arms out of the straps of the sports bra and subsequently pull it off as well. You take a good long look at your breasts, admiring their size; though they are on the smaller side, their perkiness, and your nipples that poke out in the warm air. You bring your hands up to properly feel them. It's exquisite, like nothing you've ever felt before. You've felt a pair before, but only over a shirt. This is the real deal. You run a finger over your nipples and you gasp. You never expected them to be as sensitive as they are. You spend a few minutes just playing with your chest, poking, prodding, pinching, finding what feels good.

Unfortunately, you are quickly brought back to reality when you hear the door to the dorm open and shut. You suddenly feel embarrassed and get your clothes back on. When you exit the bathroom, you see Emily casually moving one of the small desks in the room with a small TV on it over to the middle of the dorm and angling it towards both of your beds. She looks at you and tries to suppress another smirk by biting her lip. "You better get moving, orientation starts soon!" You try to stall for a moment but Emily actively ushers you out of the room and shuts the door behind you. It's only after you are outside that you notice your nipples are still rock hard from your attention to them and are somehow poking through. Thankfully, it's a long enough walk back to the administration building for you to cool down some and look more presentable.

Orientation is pretty standard; there's not much there that you couldn't have learned from reading a post card about the school. You are **** to sit through some lectures on the dangers of drinking and sexual harassment. They're pretty boring and mostly just obvious information they are required to relay to students. During the more boring parts of orientation, you take the time to look around. There's only a few dozen students attending right now. You notice the girl you saw leaving the X-Change room earlier and can now safely assume it's her first day as a girl as well. It might not be a bad idea to try to get to know her, you might be able to share tips between the two of you. You don't recognize anyone else at orientation, but given the small group, it's likely all the new study subjects and other early arrivers to campus. The bulk of the student body won't be moving in until tomorrow and Sunday.

After you are dismissed, you try to find the girl but she is nowhere to be seen. It's not really that big of a deal, so you head back to your room, curious as to what Emily has been doing in your absence.