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. . .
