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Chapter 2 by sexpiper sexpiper

What does Megan do now?

Party Fliers

Megan took one last glance in the mirror at her new self before sitting down at the desk built into the wall next to her bed. Between a couple boxes and her as-of-yet not-set-up computer, she noticed the college packet the girl at the front desk had handed her as she had gotten her key and mailbox assignment earlier. It had the same look as what recruiters had handed out during the college fair back in high school - in fact, it looked almost identical to the folder full of information that had gotten her interested in State to begin with, which is why it had ended up on the desk instead of in the nosy hands of her mom to begin with.

It was the almost that caused a problem, though. At a quick glance she couldn't put her finger on what was different: the students on the front cover still looked like they were having a good time, the campus buildings were all the same as the one she had been originally given, and most of the people even looked similar to - or the same as - the people on the official folder.

She started to realize that this was not an official folder, though, once she started picking up on the finer details.

For one thing, the girls on the cover didn't look quite as studious or sophisticated as they originally had: though they still had on 'professional' clothes, she could see that most of their blouses had at least a few buttons undone. Their busts were much larger than she seemed to remember, too! Megan was sure she would have noticed the mammoth chests of the girls there, so much larger than her own meager B cup, straining against the material of their clothes. Their skirts also looked shorter, and a few of them were even wearing what looked like fishnets.

Shocked - and maybe a little intrigued - by that realization, she opened up the folder. The big, bright piece in the center could very well have sent her home before she'd even started her college experience: in huge block lettering, she read "The Real College Experience - Join The Party!" above a picture of a bra draped over a bottle that looked like something she'd seen on the top shelf of the pantry.

There were a dozen little leaflets in the folder, and Megan pored curiously over them. As far as she could tell, they were parties - and, even better, it sounded like they were all being thrown to welcome the new freshman class to campus! She'd never been to a real party before, like the ones she'd seen in movies, and couldn't help but wonder what it would be like. Maybe one of these would be fun...

Does she go to a party? Which one?

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