Tight jeans and a white tank top

Emily hands you a pair of jeans and tells you to put them on, but you can already tell they look too small for you. Noticing your hesitation, Emily explains. "Don't worry. They're definitely your size." With this reassurance you bend over and slip your feet through the waist. While you struggle to get them up past your thighs, Emily continues. "Since you're pretty small, I thought something tight would help you look a bit bigger." She's right. You can feel the jeans forming your ass into a more rounded shape. She then hands you your top, but, before you can put it on, she closes the gap between you. With just a few inches separating your face from hers, you start breathing quicker and start to blush. Emily giggles. She brings her head in next to yours and whispers in your ear, "Let me help you with that." You are now terrified and your eyes slam shut so hard you swear you could hear it. You feel her hands grab your hair and your breathing stops. The only thing you can sense are her hands working your hair, even though it lasts only a few seconds. "All done!" She speaks normally once again.

You open your eyes and Emily has retreated back to a safe distance. Your off hand shoots to the back of your head to find that she has tied your long hair into a tight ponytail, no doubt to keep you from making a mess putting on the shirt which you throw on in a hurry. "One more thing." Emily states, while rummaging around in her purse hanging from her shoulder. She pulls out a bit of makeup and, though you try to object, she relents on dolling you up "just a little bit so you look perfect for your ID card." Finally she turns you back around towards the mirror so you can approve of your looks.

You look... hot? No, that's not it. You don't have the strong features that you would consider to be hot. Your size and smooth features can only be what you would describe as cute. The makeup only really served to cover up some of the imperfections on your face and a bit of lip gloss to make your lips stand out. "Well? How do you look?"

"G-Good." You stammer out. Your hands immediately go to cover your mouth. What you spoke sounds totally foreign, like someone next to you had spoke instead.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to your voice." Emily reassures. "Ready to move on?"

You nod, not yet ready to speak again. Emily slides the curtains back and you see Chuck sitting at the table casually writing on his clipboard. "We're ready, doctor."

"Great!" Chuck sets down his clipboard and picks up a second one. "We'll need to do a quick physical to make sure everything is okay. We'll also take a bit of blood for DNA testing to make sure there were no issues and a psychological survey to see if and how your personality has changed. Also, you should start thinking what your name should be; it probably wouldn't be best to keep using your old one, especially if you want to protect your privacy."

All of the testing takes only a handful of minutes and then Chuck is ready to send you and Emily on your way. Chuck lets you know that you will receive the results of your testing so you'll know what to expect. You go to grab your backpack and find it to be far heavier than you remember. You blush, realizing that your smaller frame has left most of your muscles behind. Emily helps get your pack situated around your shoulders before grabbing your duffel bag.

Once you're back outside in the sunlight, you start to realize how different everything is going to be this year. Emily snaps you back to reality. "So... we should probably get to know each other since we're going to be roommates this semester."