You make a new friend.

Orientation is pretty standard; there's not much there that you couldn't have learned from reading a postcard 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 are only a few dozen students attending right now. You notice the boy you saw leaving the X-Change room earlier and assume today is his first day as a boy. You accidentally stare too long though and his eyes lock with yours for a moment. Does he recognize you from the waiting room earlier? It wouldn't have been possible had more of you changed earlier, but then again maybe he thinks you were just there as an advisor. No, you had all of your bags then, not like his advisor. If he asks, you decide to just tell him you chickened out of the experiment.

Once you're finally released from the orientation, you make a break for the nearest bathroom. You definitely should have gone beforehand but what else could you do? You find the restroom (fully empty, thankfully) and rush into a stall. You quickly pull your panties down to your ankles and nearly hose down the stall door before you remember and hold down your cock. You feel yourself blushing from handling it again, and you end up waiting a few moments to collect yourself. After emerging, you notice in the mirror that one of the other stall doors is closed; someone else must have come in after you.

As you wash up, a redhead steps out of the stall and approaches to wash her own hands. You try making some small talk to which she is initially ****, giving you only short replies, but eventually, you learn that you share a class with her and propose that she comes with you on a tour to find that classroom.

"By the way, I'm Samantha." You properly introduce yourself.

"Megan." She responds.

You follow her out of the bathroom and she leads you through campus, claiming that she already knows where the building is after studying the maps. While you chat, you get a better look at her. You'd kill for that ass. It's thick and perky. You know that's a lot of muscle and not much fat. Maybe she's an athlete? Her long, orange hair nearly touches her butt as it bounces in time with her steps. It's even more impressively long considering she's a good bit taller than you. The way it glistens in the twilight catches your eye and after a few seconds, you realize you have a problem.

Once again your cock is starting to harden. Not now, you think to yourself. You bite your lip and try to shift your focus to something else, but that does little to slow things down. After a few seconds, you're sure your dick is poking against your pants, and anyone that looks could easily tell that you're packing. You need to do something about this before Megan looks down and sees or you come across someone else.