Take a fall and hope for the best!

You don't see any other options. You know pain can take your mind off anything, but biting your lip wasn't strong enough. You take a deep breath, then on your next step, you let your trailing foot hit your lead's heel, tripping you up and sending you barreling towards the pavement. Your arms take the brunt of the fall while protecting your face, but it still knocks the wind out of you.

"Oh shit!" Megan exclaims. "Are you all right?"

You lie on the ground for just a moment as you catch your breath, secretly waiting to make sure that your erection softens up enough to not be noticeable. "I think I a-ow!" You yell out as you collapse after trying to get back up.

"Wait a sec," she bends down to you, "I don't think your ankle is supposed to go like that. Here, let me help." Megan carefully rolls you over onto your back, protecting your head. She takes a look at your ankle before diagnosing you. "I think it will be okay, but you should ice it down before trying to walk on it." She puts one arm under your legs and the other under your back and slowly lifts you up.

"No, wait..." Your protests are ignored as she begins to carry you. You're **** to put your arm around her shoulder for stability, feeling her muscles flex as she braces against your weight. To be honest, this is a bit of a fantasy of yours, but you expected it would be a well-chiseled guy carrying you to safety, not a young woman. Oh and also you wouldn't feel your cock stirring again. At least in this position with your legs bent, it's completely hidden.

"The gym is just around the corner, I can take care of you there," Megan reassures you. Thankfully, the gym doors are automatic so she doesn't have to put you down until she reaches a chair in the reception area. She puts you down sideways so your legs are elevated on the armrest, then she heads over behind the desk. There's no one working it right now, makes sense given the sparse population of students on campus so far. She swipes her ID card on the door behind the desk and disappears into the back room for just a second. Maybe she works here? That would explain why she moved in already. And her physique, too.

She returns from the backroom holding a small ice pack and kneels down in front of you while she holds it to your ankle. "Sorry, these always start off really cold." You wince momentarily as the cold hits you. You think you could have used one of those for your groin. At least that would have saved you the embarrassment of that fall. You take over holding the icepack so that Megan can take a seat as well. You get to chat a bit while you wait. You manage to confirm that she's here as a student athlete, as well as her job here in the gym. Megan just started as a lifeguard in the lap pool, explaining that she had to come early for training and orientation. You figure that means not everyone on campus today is part of the X-Change program.

After a few minutes, you decide you'll have to suck it up. Megan helps you stand up and you slowly start putting weight on your ankle. It still hurts a bit, but it holds. You end up skipping looking for your class, and you walk back to your dorm room. Your new friend escorts you there since you're walking slowly, and she lives on the floor above you. Your mind wanders for a brief moment when you wonder if she'll carry you up the stairs, but she seems to be at least a little embarrassed about that too.

"To be honest you're probably the fourth person I've seen fall flat on your face today. I can't tell what's going on; it's like no one has any balance." You feign ignorance at what could be causing this phenomenon. Once you reach your floor in the dorm room, Megan bids you farewell, but you manage to ask her to meet up for breakfast tomorrow. You agree on a time to meet in the morning, and to your surprise, she asks for your phone number. You give it to her before you say goodbye again and head over to your dorm.