Things get a bit awkward at breakfast.

While it doesn't take you very long to get to the dining hall, you do spend a decent few minutes looking over your breakfast options. Nothing looks terribly appetizing. All the same, you think, that's one way to avoid the Freshman 15. Once you have a meager plate loaded up, you walk over to the dining room and look around. It doesn't take you more than a minute to spot Megan, mostly because she's standing in her seat, waving at you, and shouting: "Hey! Sam! Over here!"

You walk over to join her at her table, noting that there's already someone sitting adjacent to Megan. She settles down after visually confirming your approach. You're too flustered at the moment to correct her on your name, so you just sit on her free side.

"Oh my god," she starts. "You know how I was telling you about people tripping and falling? Well, I saw another half dozen do the same thing this morning. It's spreading, I'm telling you."

"It's because of the gender-swapping study." The guy next to Megan alerts her.

"The what study?" Megan asks.

"It's from, I think they're called X-Change, I heard they bribed the school to test their new **** on students, so a bunch of people are walking around in bodies they aren't used to.

"What? Gender swapping isn't real, it's just one of those made up things from your weird porn." She switches her focus back to you, "Don't mind Shawn, he thinks he's so smart because he got accepted to a college."

"Ha, right. I'm Samantha." You fill the boy in. She might have told you not to mind him, but you're minding him quite a bit. He's definitely some kind of athlete like Megan, there's not much but muscle on his arms and shoulders. It's harder to tell what's going on under his shirt, but you have to snap your gaze back up to his face before things get too awkward. His face isn't too shabby either, actually. You quickly switch your gaze back down to your food now after suddenly feeling your cock begin to rouse.

Megan and Shawn bicker a bit longer about the X-Change study on campus. You mainly stay silent on the matter, just pitching in that you haven't heard anything about the subject. You take the time while you're eating to try to decipher their relationship. Are they just friends? There's some playful touching between the two of them, including their feet under the table, so you think there's more to it than that.

Shortly after finishing his breakfast, Shawn stands up with his tray and kisses your new friend goodbye. More than friends it is, you mentally confirm. You do get the chance to spot his butt as he walks off, and you're pretty sure Megan is doing the same thing as she remains silent too. After Shawn walks off, Megan gets the chance to talk to you more intimately.

"How'd your first night treat you, Sam?"

Startled, you reply "Huh? How'd you know?"

"You're a freshman, right? It's your first time sleeping away from home."

"Oh, I mean, It was, quiet?" You relax after that scare.

"It's already my second away from home, but I'm not too homesick yet." She pauses for a moment. "I wouldn't mind some company for today. If you're not doing anything, I mean."

"Yes!" You blurt out, not thinking about anything but how you can't get enough of this woman.

"Really?" She asks, then continues "I wanted to go to the gym to workout this morning before it gets too crowded. I always find that I can connect great with someone while she helps me tone up."

"All right. I can do that." You respond again without putting in too much thought. Thankfully, Megan does the thinking for you.

"Well, you can't really go wearing that, too many guys would be itching for a quick panty shot." She says, mentioning your skirt. Let's go back to your room and get you wearing something, hmm, sexier."

"Hell yeah!" Wait a second, sexier usually means tighter and tighter means not good for hiding an errant cock. There's not much you can do since after a minute you're walking back to your dorm building with Megan in tow. Your thoughts are quickly searching through the clothes you remember you brought for something that you could wear other than a skirt.