The advisor smiled and looked up. "Well, it says that while your father intends to honour the scholarship we gave you, and allocate you 10 hours of duties a week; you will otherwise be given what you wanted: to attend college as a normal girl and not as a princess. Some royal staff will be at the nearby embassy just in case, but otherwise you should have fun... just not too much fun."
He stood, proffering his hand to Princess Zuri, who stood up, dumbfounded. "So, uh... what I do now?" she asked. She felt acutely aware of this white advisor towering over her.
He smiled. "Well, as it was before the reality shift, you have your room information in your bag," he gestured to where James had laid his rucksack, it was now a chic black leather purse. "And your class schedule is online. But this is freshman week; go out, see the campus, go to some parties?" He gave the princess a kind smile. "It's up to you. But might I recommend stopping past the society fair out on the quad?" He glanced at his watch, and pursed his lips, "Well, it will be there all week, it might be perhaps a little late today, but I imagine some of them will still be there. They recruit for the various sports and drama clubs and the like, they run activities through freshman week."
Princess Zuri nodded and slung her purse over her shoulder. "Well, thank you. And we will have regular appointment, 11am every Friday?"
The advisor nodded. "Indeed. See you then, likely I'll have work instructions for you by then."
James, as Princess Zuri, felt a little disorientated as he walked out of the building onto the quad. He could feel her brown tits bouncing in her bra. Because he was she, she knew that she had insanely big 34F boobs, which she suspected boys would like, even if her royal childhood had kept her away from most men she could possibly like. It was bizarre; he could feel himself and her blending, becoming the one individual, and it felt like it'd act mostly like Zuri!
Trotting along in her flat sandals; feeling tinier than the lanky 6'2'' James had been, so much tinier, she walked over to where she saw there'd clearly been several stalls until very recently. Some of them had been packed up for the night, some were in the process of packing up, a few stragglers only clearly just giving up the day and beginning to put away their things.