Engineering Student

 

 "Dude. . . shut up. . ."  

I was the only one in the engineering program to apply for and accept the "In Her Shoes" Scholarship.

As a cost-benefit analysis and logic minded young man, I ran the numbers and determined that this scholarship would be better than the one that I already had through the University. You see, this scholarship included free student housing, as I would live with other young women in the women's dorm.

Sure, I'd have to get used to communal showers and having a female roommate, but so much was already changing in my life anyways. Besides, I needed more friends and to "get out more."

I went through the hormone and stem cell treatments over the summer after banking sperm. To be honest, the actual transformation process only took about a week. The doctors liked to go slow to prevent stretch marks and to give me the opportunity to take it slow.

Now that it was the first week of class and I was back with my usual engineering program guy friends, things are different.

The guys are always picking on me, telling me my grades are only due to the professors being nice to me for being a girl. I qualified for an excellent internship, and the guys are saying I'm just a diversity hire.

Above all else, I miss my dick. While it's nice basically having the women's bathroom to myself in the engineering building, sitting down to pee so many times a day is annoying. It goes against the simplicity of my previously male life. Not to mention, I spend almost half an hour each morning applying make up and making sure my outfits look okay.

Dave from Circuitry class asked me to get a burger with him tonight. We haven't gotten dinner since my change. I wonder if he'll treat me differently. . .

In Her Shoes Scholarship

   I had all summer to recover and adapt from the multiple surgeries that it took to look like this.

  I used to be your normal teenage boy, chasing girls, getting into trouble from time to time, all the while keeping my grades high enough to get into college.

  "Just okay" grades aren't good enough these days, though. My parents were furious when no colleges were offering me academic scholarships.  They threatened to pull the plug on my college prospects.

  Through our town's Women's Society, my mom found the "In Her Shoes" Scholarship.  Those who wrote the best essay on "why they would like to experience college from a woman's perspective," would be selected to undergo plastic surgery and transplant therapies to become female for the entirety of their college experience.  

  If the student did so, the Women's society would pay for tuition as well as room and board plus stipend for 4 years of study.

  My mom wrote a super sappy and emotional essay about how I wanted to be humbled and learn to truly appreciate women for all that they go through in society.  I won.

  So that's how I ended up looking like this.  I'm all moved into my dorm, and my roommate is super cute.  She has no idea that I used to be a man, and still am one inside.

  I really am having fun wearing sexy stuff that past girlfriends would never wear for me, as well as being the center of attention at parties.

  Let's just hope that I can keep my grades up though.  If I get kicked out of college, the Women's Society was clear it won't be paying to bring me back to my male self!

Quarantine Swap Class

    Of course, this government quarantine had to happen during my Swap Class this semester.  I was honestly worried that they'd have an emergency swap back before it officially started.  Instead, my partner Margret and I assigned in class insisted that we finish out our time this semester as one another.  She even insists on having me stay with her roommates.  I suppose she's having a good time as a man on a college campus.
    However, I for one am going crazy in the off-campus apartment.  I've been going through her closet, looking for interesting and strange outfits to try on.  This lingerie I found is classy but a little strange.  It has a veil that goes with it, and even bunny ears that are attached to a headband.  Exposing so much skin leads me to get cold in my new female body, so I have to usually wear some stockings when I walk around.
    I'm getting really close to my new roommates, they're pretty easy to talk to.  Part of the class we're taking's rules is that we cannot tell anyone that we're currently swapped.  That means we have packets of background info to study about our partner's life and health information.  I've got the whole thing down by now, so my roommates don't suspect a thing. 
    Also, there's the matter of her boyfriend, John.  At first in the semester I got away with saying it "was my period," for a bit.  When he caught on and began getting impatient, I then had to start thinking of a way out without ruining Margret's relationships.  Luckily, the quarantine means no boys in our apartment.
    When my roommates started to bug me about my relationship with John, they started to tease me about "leading him on."  Therefore, they're having me send over pictures such as this one to him for his personal relief.  Obviously, he's going to start to want to video-chat, and I think I'm okay with getting a little weird with it.  I mean, I'm lonely too. . .

Quarantine Roommates

    The US didn't lock down and begin quarantine fast enough to prevent the virus from spreading.  The virus was a Flu that was super dangerous for the elderly and children to catch.  Symptoms included upper respiratory distress, shortness of breath, and all of the usual Flu symptoms such as achy joints.  However, if you did survive the week or so of sickness, all the while you slowly changed into the opposite sex!  The virus seemed to mutate and attack your very DNA.
    I started to be afraid when my roommate traveled back from spring break in a CDC designated outbreak zone.  Brandon (right) was told to self-quarantine in his apartment and I tried to get him to stay in his room with the door shut.  However, he started to get sick of being in the same room and would come out to cook and watch TV.
    Soon, I (left) began to notice I was sick.  We're both healthy young guys, so we never were in too much pain or worry of death.  What was painful, however, was the feeling of my testicles being eaten by my white blood cells and slowly growing ovaries and a uterus!  What was also painful and itchy was the rapid budding and growth of my new boobs!
    Thankfully, Amazon is still honoring same day shipping in our city, so we were able to measure one another for sizing (while naked) and then place a bulk order for bras, panties, yoga pants, you name it.
    We're finishing all of our university classes online, and hosting camgirl shows in the meantime for spending money as we await possible summer internships.  Do you think Brandon will mind if I shower with him tonight?  It will save money on our utility bill. . .

Servant of the Old Gods

  Getting the internship at the City Museum was a dream come true for me.  I was a college student studying Gaelic History at the school with the best program in the world for it.  Studying abroad in Ireland was a dream come true because I had always been interested in Ireland and her history since boyhood.
  There was a new wrinkle to this however.  There was a special exhibit on Gaelic Tribal Priestesses at the museum I got the internship for.  I was tasked with looking through the archives and taking out relevant artifacts for the time period and subject of women in the priestess class from long ago in Ireland. 
  Looking at all of the amazing pieces of priceless jewelry, in a moment of weakness, and stole what appeared to be a beautiful pendant or necklace broach.  When I pulled it out at home and started to research it online, hoping to have it appraised and maybe set in something else for my girlfriend when I returned to America, I learned that it was actually a belly piercing for religious pagan ceremonies.
  I set it on my nightstand and went to sleep.
  I awoke to a new body: a delicate, ruby lipped, red haired supple Gaelic priestess.  Moreover, the jewelry was stuck to my belly button.
  Worried, I continued my research.  Supposedly, in times of persecution of the Irish Pagan religion, remaining priestesses were chosen to bear the old gods in their wombs, to birth them again into this world to take back Ireland.
  It looks like I'm the first chosen one of this era.  Time to look for someone willing to father the old gods.

Friends Through Thick and Thin

  Steve and Jerry were best friends since they could remember.  They did everything together.  When it was time to go to college, Steve, on the right, came to realize that he did not have the money to fo where Jerry, on the left, had wanted to go.
  He began to research scholarships that he could maybe get.  One of them was a popular program put on by a women's organization that offered a full scholarship to any graduating high school senior boy who agreed to their terms.  Their terms were that the boy would be fully transformed into a woman for 4 full years of college through various surgeries and transplants.
  This would give the participant the "experience of a woman, to seek understanding and perspective toward unity in the world."  Because Steve didn't have the best grades like Jerry did, this was his chance.
  When he started the treatments, Jerry became interested.  At first, it was taking lots of time away from the two of them, so Jerry started tagging along to the doctor's appointments.  Finally, Jerry decided that if the two of them wanted to be roommates their first year, he would have to join the program, as boys couldn't room with girls in dorms, and all freshmen had to live on campus.
  Both were pleased with their results at the end of their summer, and the two best friends were eager to go to their first party together after Welcome Week was over.

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