Women's Studies Ch. 02

"So did you, Lexi," she shot back playfully.

She was a little right. It was uncomfortable and strange, but whatever she did with her finger had an unprecedented effect. Still, it was not the point.

"Okay, I get it. No more surprise ass play," I laughed. "I need a shower, I feel violated."

After I dried off, I pulled off my breast forms and reapplied them. It had been a week, and this was not the day for shit to go wrong. After they were firmly secure, I finished getting ready. While Audrey went to work on herself, I went down to the motels laundromat to wash all of our dirty clothes. We weren't going to the dorm until the afternoon and I would rather have everything clean on my first day. In between loads of wash, I began slowly packing my stuff back into my car, assisted by Audrey after she was ready. Finally, around noon everything was clean and packed away. The only things left in the room were Audrey's.

"There is definitely more stuff in there than before," I said, examining the packed backseat of my car. As it was, I wouldn't be able to use the rear-view mirror. "It's doubled at least."

"Well what did you expect? We all don't wake up and look this great," she joked. "It takes hard work and the right accessories."

"Tell me about it," I said, giving my breasts a squeeze.

We picked up some lunch at a place called Danny's Fish and Chips. There was a bit of unspoken nervousness in the air as we ate quietly in a corner booth. We both knew that the final test was near, and the culmination of our combined efforts would be severely tested. Not just once I moved in and met my dormmates, but for the next few years. Or until I dropped out...or God forbid, was kicked out. A trip out to the mall or dancing was one thing, but I was going to be living with these girls 24/7. From now on I needed to buckle down and keep my shit together.

When we returned to my car, we spent some time savoring the air conditioning, both of us lost in thought. Things to remember: Don't let your boobs fall off. Don't let your wiener flop out. Don't forget your voice. Sleep on your back so you don't mess up your boobs while you sleep. Wear a tight sports bra to sleep just in case you roll over during your sleep. Wear a pair of those cute sweatpants to bed so you can somewhat hide your morning wood. Check your makeup frequently. Under no circumstance sleep with anyone from school. That last one would be tough. The list rolling through my head was really a lot longer, but those were the highlights.

"You ready Lexi?" Audrey asked.

"I don't know," I answered honestly. "But in the end it doesn't matter because it's time."

I sucked it up, checked my makeup in the mirror, and made sure my boobs and cock were where they were supposed to be, and then I put the car into gear to make my way to Evens Hall.

Founded in 1947, Mayweather University made you feel like you were stepping back in time. Beautiful old buildings made of red brick and faced with white marble columns left you feeling like you were taking a walk around a downtown city capitol. The buildings were all neatly placed around a grass quad large enough to play two games of football in tandem. The quad was broken up by cobblestone pathways and at the very center stood three flag poles with the country, state and another flag with the Mayweather coat of arms. Simply put, it was a sight to see. Even the new buildings, that were made to accommodate the growth, were made to reflect the old-world craftsmanship.

After finding a space close to Evens Hall, we each grabbed a bag and made our way to find my new room. The inside was just as amazing as the outside, with real plaster walls, wood paneling and rich crown molding, it was enough to overwhelm the senses at first glance. Even the fixtures were antique-looking, which they probably were. Discovering that my room was on the second floor, we made our way up a beautifully carved wooden staircase and found ourselves facing a wide hallway.

"This place is amazing," I said.

"Yeah it is," she replied. "You should have seen the shithole I had to stay in back in Miami. What room is yours?"

"The lady said 204 room 3, whatever that means," I replied.

Taking a guess, I went left. Making my way down the hall I noticed two things. The first was that I was going in the right direction based on the numbers on the doors. The second was that it seemed like this school only accepted very pretty girls. Most were athletic, but some had a curvy plumpness to them that was very appealing. Not overweight by any measure, just...fuller.

Finding the door to 204, I hesitated. Not from nerves, the beauty of this place had shocked that right out of me. I was still a bit confused about if this was my room or not. It said 204, but the lady said 204 room 3. Before I could even decide to make a move or not, the door opened.

"Oh, hello. I'm Holly. Are you looking for 204?" she asked.

"Yeah...I think. 204 room 3?" I replied making it more of a question.

This Holly was pretty cute. She was a little taller than me with strawberry blond hair, freckles and dark green eyes. Definitely of Irish descent. She also seemed a little older, and I was relieved to see that she was dressed in a pair of tight low-rider jeans and a tight gray tank top. I was a little worried about how the dress code would be at an all-girls university. Funny how I had committed to becoming a girl to go here and forgot to check on something like that.

"This is the place!" she confirmed, stepping out of the doorway to let me in. "Your room is on the back right."

"Thank you, Holly. I'm Lexi, and this is my friend Dreya," I said, introducing us.

I was still a little confused. She said my room was on the back right? Wasn't this the room? Confusion ended when I took it all in. There was a large common area that reminded me of a studio apartment. It was a large wide-open space with a lounge area, as well as a dining table, and a full kitchen. There were even a few smaller tables spread around, most likely for studying, and of all things a full-size washer and dryer. There were two doors equally spaced on each side with numbers on them, and on the door on the far right was the number 3. The bedroom had two twin sized beds, two small desks, as well as individual closets and dressers for our possessions.

Also, in my room was a pale skinned beauty. Her perfect alabaster skin was a striking contrast to her dark brown hair and green sundress. It was as if her dress molded itself to her form, accenting every curve while at the same time lending her an air of innocence. My God, those legs must go on forever, I thought as my eyes followed them up to her prominent hips, and then further to the slight cleavage of her full breasts. I was brought back to reality by a nudge from Audrey.

"I said, my name is Abigail," she repeated.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Where are my manners? I'm Lexi, and this is my friend Dreya," I replied, shaking her hand and desperately trying not to blush, or let on that I was really checking her out.

"It's nice to meet you Lexi, and you as well Dreya." Curiously her eyes lingered on Audrey for a lot longer than seemed necessary.

"I see you've got the left," I said, breaking the silence before it became too awkward. "That suits me just fine." I set my bag on the bed.

"It would be nice to get to know you more, but I need to get the rest of my stuff. After?" I offered.

"Sure thing Lexi...Dreya," she replied.

Once Audrey and I reached my car again she burst out laughing. "Could you be more obvious?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You were looking at her like she was a snow cone. Haha!" she quipped.

"Oh really? You mean the way she was looking at you then?" I shot back.

"I don't think it was that. I've seen that look before. I think she may have recognized me but hasn't quite figured out from where yet," she sighed.

"Don't worry about it," I said, grabbing a couple more bags. "What's our motto?"

"Lie till we die," she replied.

"Yup," I agreed. "You know we have to be some of the weirdest fucking siblings on earth."

After several more trips we had moved all the bags and boxes up to my room. It was tiring work and we both collapsed on my small bed to catch our breath and relax for a few minutes.

While we were bringing up my stuff, I noticed more and more people showing up on campus. I wasn't sure how many girls went here, but it seemed like it was going to get crowded. During our trips I did find out more about the dress code. For the most part there wasn't one, so long as you avoided Whore Couture or Stripper Chic you were in the clear. This was a relief. After finding out how hot I looked as a girl, I didn't want to have to start dressing like a nun.

Abigail was very quiet while she finished setting up her side of the room. She did keep shooting Audrey some glances. Whether she recognized her or not, I was fairly sure she, at the very least, played for both teams. If she recognized Audrey somehow it would be because she had seen pictures of her, and those would have been of her naked. And if she didn't recognize her from somewhere, then she was definitely attracted to her.

"What do you say babe? You want to help me put this stuff away?" I asked, giving Audrey a gentle prod in the side.

"Ugh, fine. And then I want a nap," Audrey said, sitting up. "You wear me out girl."

Unpacking was actually pretty easy. We hung up all the dresses and shirts in my closet, and all my underwear was poured into the top drawer of my dresser. Skirts received another drawer, and the last was reserved for sports bras and sweatpants. All of the shoes just ended up in a pile at the bottom of my closet. My makeup and hygiene products didn't need to be unpacked because they had their own carry cases, which worked out just fine. After making up the bed with hot pink sheets and a black down comforter, we collapsed back onto the bed.

"Nap time, Lexi," Audrey declared as she snuggled into me.

"You don't mind do you Abigail?" I asked. "We're exhausted."

"Not at all, we can catch up later," she smiled. "There is a mandatory dorm meeting for our unit tonight at six though."

"That shouldn't be a problem," I responded. "We only need an hour or two."

"Don't mind us girl," Audrey reassured her. "We can sleep through an earthquake."

A few minutes later we were asleep.

*** *** ***

Luckily when we woke up there were no awkward problems. Well there was some drool on my shirt from Audrey, but no loose erections or groping in our sleep. Shutting off the alarm on my phone, I sat up and sorted myself out. After smoothing out my clothes and fixing my makeup I made my way out to the common area leaving Audrey to sleep a little more.

Seeing a group of five girls sitting in the lounge area on the sofas and armchairs, I figured that was where the meeting was happening and made my way over. They were all beautiful in their own way, and I was hoping I would be able to keep it in my panties. I'm going to need to invest in stronger tape and tighter underwear, I thought.

"Well it seems like we are all here," Holly said, flipping her strawberry blond hair over her shoulder. "Well at least all of us that arrived today," she amended

"My name is Holly, and this is Jessica," she introduced, pointing to a slender darker skinned girl with shoulder length black hair and nice round breasts. "We are your dorm supervisors. We are basically here to make sure things don't get too out of hand and you guys don't burn the place down. The rules are pretty much what you would expect. No alcohol or drugs in the dorms. No open flames. No fighting. And don't get caught with a boy in your room," she said, eyeing each of us in turn. I noticed some smiles on the other girl's faces once they realized the extra emphasis she put on the word caught.

"If it's dangerous, or your mother wouldn't approve, just don't do it," Jessica chimed in. "Also, these next points are guidelines really. "We operate on a 'don't ask don't tell' philosophy. Do not tell us your age, sexual orientation, political party affiliation...nothing. We don't want to know. For all we know you are all 21-year-old virgin nuns."

I knew exactly where she was going with this. Some of the other girls didn't seem to quite understand though. I figured a private chat with them afterwards would be appropriate.

"All of this out of the way, it's tradition to go to The Library the weekend before classes start to let loose a little. For those of you who don't know, that is the name of a popular club just off campus," Jessica explained. "We should be heading out around 9pm if you would like to join."

With that, it seemed like the meeting was over. Jessica and Holly went back to the room they shared leaving me and the three other girls to ourselves.

Having already met Abigail, I introduced myself to the other two girls, Skylar and Kennedy. Skylar was about my height but there the similarities ended. Her D breasts looked huge on her slender body and she had powerful thighs, and an ass to match. Her eyes were a cold blue that worked well to set off her pretty smile, and she had the most incredibly long blond hair flowing all the way down to her ass.

Kennedy was taller, with gray eyes, and vibrant auburn hair down to the middle of her back. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Skylar's, but her body seemed perfectly proportioned, and she was in fantastic looking shape. She kind of reminded me of Ariel, but with slightly darker hair.

"So, did you guys catch everything she said?" I asked.

"Yeah I think so," Abigail said, and the other girls agreed.

"What about what they didn't say?" I asked.

"You mean about getting caught with boys in our rooms?" Kennedy asked.

"There was that, but I was more thinking about the other thing. They don't want to know how old we are. That way, if they see us drinking off campus, they don't have to report it because they can assume we are old enough" I said to some appreciative smiles. "They basically said that they aren't going to be hard asses on us, but if we get caught because of our own stupidity then they will have to do something about it."

"That's so awesome!" Skylar exclaimed.

"I wouldn't get too out of control with it though, and if you get in a bind ask someone for a Cold Charlie," I advised.

"What's a Cold Charlie?" Abigail and Kennedy asked on top of one another.

"That's not like a Hot Carl is it?" Skylar asked going in a totally different direction.

I couldn't help but laugh at that. "No," I started, trying to control my giggles. "A Cold Charlie is when you stick your helmet on the end of your rifle and wait for an enemy sniper to shoot at it so you can figure out where he's at," I explained. They looked even more confused than when I started. For fuck's sake. "It's a distraction."

"That makes much more sense," Skylar said.

With the meeting done I went back to my room to get ready for the night, and to wake up Audrey. I really need to watch what I say. These girls probably think I'm weird or just nuts.

"Dreya, wake up," I said as I shook her. "Wake up. We're going out tonight."

"What time is it?" she asked.

"It's about 6:30. You have a couple hours," I assured her. Knowing her she would want to change and would require some time to pull together her club look. "Take my car and meet me back here."

"Wear your red dress," she said, getting up. After retrieving my keys, she gave me a hug and kissed me on the lips. "I'll be back in a little bit. Stay out of trouble," she finished, giving my ass a playful smack.

"I'll do my best," I joked back as she left my room.

Having the room to myself, I decided to change quickly while I had some privacy. As luck would have it though, the moment I was down to my underwear Abigail walked in.

"Oh...Sorry," she said awkwardly, trying to look anywhere but at me while I scrambled to cover myself with my dress.

"It's okay. My fault I guess," I said, quickly slipping into my dress and zipping it up. "I should have said something before I started taking my clothes off."

"No. It's no problem, we're both girls here, right?" she stated.

"Yeah. Of course," I said awkwardly. "I'll just grab my makeup and leave you to change."

"No need. We are going to be spending a lot of time in this room together over the next year. Might as well get it out of the way from the off." With that, she unzipped her dark green sundress and let in fall to the floor.

She stood there blushing in her black demi-cup bra and matching thong. I was speechless, and having a hard time looking away. Finally getting my shit together, I picked up my makeup bag and sat at my small desk to begin touching up my makeup for a more evening club look. I couldn't help but notice Abigail cross into the view of the small stand mirror I was using as she went to her closet to find something to wear. Her ass was simply spectacular, and the way she stood slightly on the balls of her feet even though she was barefoot showed off how well toned her legs were.

"Do you think this is too much?" Abigail asked.

Turning slightly, I watched as she held up a black strapless cocktail dress made out of black lace. It flared at the hips and looked to be rather expensive.

"I don't know if it is or not, but you should wear it," I said still staring.

"You think so?" she asked sounding hopeful. "I don't really get many chances to wear some of the nicer things that I have."

"Go for it. I don't know what the dress code is for something like this, but who cares," I said, encouraging her. She obviously wanted to wear it, and felt like she needed someone to say it was all right.

"Thanks Lexi," she said, turning away from me and slipping it on.

I went back to my make up and let Abigail do her thing. I didn't quite get why she was thanking me. If she wanted to wear the dress, she should. Something about her seemed off. Not in a bad way, but just some part of her that I couldn't quite place.

*** *** ***

"I got a little gift for you," Audrey told me. I had gone out to meet her in the parking lot when she came back from getting ready. She was wearing a tight black halter top dress that showed a generous amount of her ample cleavage and ended with a wavy A-line skirt. God help me, she looked ready to fuck something.

"Wow, you look..." I stalled.

"Slutty?" she offered.

"That too. I was going to go with great, or sexy, or something like that."

"No, it's okay. I was going for slutty," she said with a smile.

"Slutty it is then," I said, giving her a hug and a soft kiss on the lips.

"Here," she said handing me an envelope. "Use it well, and don't let your friends see it or they might ask too many questions."

Opening the envelope, I found a brand-new Colorado state ID. It was my sisters ID.

"I ordered that before we drove out here, and had a friend forward it to our motel," she explained. "This way you can fully enjoy the college experience."

"Thank you so much!" I said, shocked.

"Just try not to get into trouble with it. Nobody should question it, we look so much alike and that picture was taken a few years ago. And if anyone asks if you are that Audrey Allen, just give them shit about accusing you of being a porn star slut and tell them there is no relation...It's what I do," she said laughing.

We talked a little longer waiting for the rest of the girls to come down. About nothing important really, we were mostly avoiding bringing up Audrey leaving tomorrow.

Five minutes before nine we began to hear a ruckus coming from the direction of several of the dorm buildings. A minute or two later a mass of women came into view around several corners and began to gravitate into one huge group heading in the direction of The Library. It looked and sounded like the beginnings of a riot. There must have been at least 200 girls dressed to impress. All of the noise was from the older girls singing an old sea shanty from the 1800's, 'Roll Boy Roll'.