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Even though Stephanie had been living in this room for three months already, she still felt like a stranger here. Not because of the room itself — it was your standard dorm setup: faded walls, dim lighting, and the usual stink from the sink. She stood by the mirror in tiny lace panties, toothbrush in her mouth, hair in a messy bun, trying not to think about how her boobs jiggled with every movement of her hand. The toothbrush moved in her mouth on autopilot, but her gaze — clouded, angry — was fixed on her reflection. Neck too thin. Shoulders too narrow. No longer Josh Mason — a promising junior in the cybersecurity department. Now — a freshman, 18 years old, “transferred” from another campus, living in a girls' dorm under the name Stephanie Cole.
— Ugh... — she muttered under her breath and spat out the toothpaste. Her breasts, as always, pulled heavily at her chest. Even the slightest movement made them sway, a constant reminder of how different everything was now.
She gripped the toothbrush tighter. Foam dripped from her lips onto her boobs, instantly triggering a weird, disgustingly sensitive shiver in her nipples.
— Hey, Barbie — Lauren's voice from the hallway hit like a slap — you gonna keep fucking the mirror all day? I need to do my makeup.
Stephanie clenched her teeth. Ashley. A senior, her roommate. Tall, mean, with a cold smirk and tits straight out of a Victoria’s Secret ad. The second roommate — Brooke — wasn't any better. Also older, almost a graduate, always glued to her phone, TikTok playing in the background, and daily snide comments about the "new girl." And really, who wouldn't gossip when a tiny little cutie suddenly shows up as a freshman, clearly able to steal the guys’ attention without even trying.
— One minute! — Stephanie snapped, shooting one last angry glance at herself, furious at the sound of her own voice. A freshly washed face, slightly flushed cheeks, hair messily braided. Bare upper body... She sighed and grabbed a towel.
'What the hell was I thinking agreeing to this? — flashed through her mind. — "You’ll get to choose your body," they said. "You’ll be like Jason Momoa, sure, great choice." I can’t even look in the mirror without shame now...'
She remembered that day. Accidentally witnessing a gang shootout. Blood. Running. Then the deal with the cops. Her...Full story (8 400 characters - 2 parts) is open to subscribers here or on Patreon