Still somewhat shell-shocked, you totter over and sit down on the bed next to the uniform. So far, you've just been going with the flow, but reality is beginning to crash down. After all, a little while ago you were in the library, and now, you have no idea if you're even on the same planet. You shake your head in disbelief, then let yourself plop down backwards on the bed. Which is when you realize that hanging on the ceiling above the bed is a very large mirror.
"Kinky," you mutter to yourself, beginning to wonder if you are in the right room, or if you're in your right mind, for that matter. Pulling yourself up, you walk over to the door-like window and turn the handle, opening it out into a rather roomy stone balcony. Walking to the edge, you look over the parapet to see a completely unfamiliar landscape: well-manicured gardens fading into inviting woods, which trailed off into picturesque mountains in the distance. While the view is spectacular, it is a far cry from the suburban setting of your college. Now you know you're not in Kansas anymore, as they say.
"Hey!" Before you have time to process anything, a voice rings out from nearby. You look to your left to see another balcony, a little ways away, probably connected to the room neighboring yours. From that balcony, a beautiful woman with flowing fiery-red hair was waving happily.
"Thought I was gonna be the only one here tonight!" she calls over, grinning amicably. The wind gusts a bit, blowing her hair around like a model on a movie set, and she brushes it out of her eyes. "Let's talk inside!" she suggests, pointing to the building. Numbly, you nod and head back into your room. As you head towards the door to the hallway, you can't help but wonder if you're really in the correct place. After all, you're some average-looking tomboy, and the woman who waved to you looked like she just stepped off a catwalk. Nervousness rising, you finally exit into the hallway.
"Sam, huh? Hi, I'm Jezebel, but you can call me Jessie," Jessie grins, turning from your door to look at you. Now that you get to see her close-up, you notice she's slightly taller than you, with proportions that could only be described as fantastical. Her well-endowed chest and luscious lips make you feel oddly self-conscious, a strange sensation to you, as you normally never cared how you appeared. While her clothes don't seem all that fancy, they accentuate her body as if they were tailored to her. You realize you've been eying her somewhere between jealousy and attraction, and come to your senses, although Jessie doesn't seem to mind.
"Yeah, I'm Sam," you respond, slightly flustered. You're not attracted to girls, but there's something about Jessie. Maybe it's some sort of pheremone.
"Looks like we're neighbors! I have to say, I was feeling so lonely, thinking I was going to be the only one in the dorms today. You know, since only TA's move in early," Jessy bubbled. "But then I saw you! So, what are you majoring in, Sam?"
"Uh, I'm not really sure," you stutter, still a step behind. "You see, I only signed up today..."
"Oh, an undecided! Well, maybe we'll end up in some of the same classes," Jessie went on, unconcerned at your discomfort. "I'm still in the air myself...the Seduction Syllabus looks tempting, but I've always been partial to the Courtship Curriculum. But I hear Courtship is more difficult, since it's a long-term commitment. Still, the basics are the same, so there's time to decide. Hey, why don't we meet up for dinner later at the cafeteria and get to know each other?"
A bit overwhelmed, you nod numbly, and watch as Jessie bounces back into her room. You stumble back into your own room and gaze around again. The uniform still lies innocuously on the bed. You walk over to the closet, wondering if any other clothes are available. Upon opening the door, you find it filled with clothing that would suit a model, but all obviously not feminine. Same with the dresser, except there are also some rather odd items in some of the drawers...adult toys. Your reason and logic finally cracking, you wonder if the class you signed up for is some sort of cross-dressing class, and decide to play along for now, and get out as soon as you can.
It's getting close to dinner time, so you decide to bite the bullet and put on the uniform. Holding up the black full-length bodysuit, you squint at it a bit suspiciously, but decide to go along. Taking off all your clothes, you work your way into it. It's a bit snug, but you manage to pull it on. However, just as it settles on you, you suddenly feel it contract, then an odd sensation as though it is expanding and pulling your skin with it. Before you can make a sound, your bones feel like they are dislocating from their joints, and you fall to your knees in agony, your mouth locked open in a panting silent scream. Writhing in pain, you fall over on the floor, and after what seems like an eternity of agony, blank out.
When you finally open your eyes, everything seems calm and normal. Without looking down, you realize you are naked, with no evidence the bodysuit was ever on you. Groggily, you wonder if you had some kind of fit, and unsteadily get to your feet. Making your way into the bathroom, you turn on the switch and face the mirror.
And nearly scream. Looking back at you is an extremely handsome, well-endowed, completely naked paragon of manhood. Finally looking down at yourself, you run your hands over your body and come to the realization that this is no dream. Turning back and forth, you find that the basic attributes of the body match your own: similar hair color, facial features, etc., but everything seems more refined, and of course, much more masculine. Other than gender and height, as you are now taller, there is one other clear dissimiliarity: tattooed across your back are two bat-like wings. Staggering back to the bed, you collapse, completely overwrought, only to see your new self reflected in the mirror above the bed. There's no way this can be real. Then again, you've already been teleported from your safe little college library to god-knows-where, so who's to say what is possible? Starting to worry about what exactly you've gotten yourself into, you ponder what to do next. Since you can't go back home like this...