It's the first day of Bridge Year.

Natalie wakes up early, just before her alarm goes off. She's surprisingly nervous - it's like going to a new school. She wakes up, takes a quick shower, and brushes her teeth and hair. Back in her room, the sounds of the morning all around her, she closes the door and looks at herself in the mirror on its back.

Long dark hair, dark brown eyes, white skin just tan enough to not look pale. She's always had decent curves, not that they're all that visible wrapped in a fluffy pink towel. She drops the towel, letting herself take in her whole body: round, perky B-cup breasts, gently curving hips, a carefully trimmed patch of dark hair between her legs. She turns sideways, taking a critical look at her gently curving ass.

She's not sure how to dress for this first day of a strange new type of school. She doesn't want to end up a black banded cumslut. But then, maybe if she dresses too conservatively people will ignore her? And that doesn't sound fun, even if it is...survivable. She mulls the advice everyone's given her and contemplates her choices.