Chapter 2: First Day at Black and White University
Alex woke to the sound of running water and the low bass thump of music from a speaker somewhere in the room. Sunlight slanted through half-closed blinds, painting stripes across his bare legs. He shifted under the thin blanket and froze.
His skin felt… different. Too smooth. Too sensitive. He ran a hand down his thigh—no stubble, no coarse hair, just silky flesh that made his fingertips tingle. The body hair removal had worked overnight, and it was thorough. Even his armpits were bare, his crotch completely smooth. He slipped a hand under the waistband of his basketball shorts and cupped himself. Nothing but soft, hairless skin. His small meat rod—barely four inches hard—felt exposed, vulnerable.
(Fuck. It's real. Every inch of me is… girl-smooth now.)
The realization sent a jolt straight to his groin. He was already half-hard, the kind of lazy morning wood that felt more embarrassing than pleasurable in this new body.
The bathroom door opened. Steam billowed out, followed by Jamal, towel slung low around his hips. Water droplets traced paths down his broad chest, over the deep cuts of his abs, disappearing into the towel. The towel tented noticeably—thick, heavy, even soft. Jamal didn't bother tying it tight; it looked like it could slip any second.
"Morning, princess," Jamal said, smirking as he caught Alex staring. "You sleep okay?"
Alex yanked his hand out of his shorts and sat up fast. "Y-yeah. Fine."
Jamal chuckled, deep and rumbling. He walked past Alex's bed to his dresser, letting the towel drop without a care. His ass was round and muscled, thighs like tree trunks. And swinging between his legs—Jesus. Even soft, it was massive. Thick as Alex's wrist, hanging heavy. Dark skin glistening from the shower.
Alex's mouth went dry. He couldn't look away.
(That's… that's what I used to jerk off to. Right in front of me. And I'm just supposed to act normal?)
Darius emerged from behind the closet door, already dressed in basketball shorts and a tight tee. He noticed Alex's wide-eyed stare and grinned. "Damn, little man. You gonna pop a tent over Jamal's dick?"
"I—I wasn't—" Alex stammered, cheeks burning.
Malik, still in bed on the far side, propped himself up on one elbow. He said nothing, but his eyes flicked from Alex to Jamal, then back. A slow smile spread across his face.
Jamal laughed, pulling on boxers that did nothing to hide the bulge. "Relax, Alex. We're all guys here. No need to be shy."
But Alex was shy. And hard. And the system chose that moment to chime.
[Quest Reminder: "Panties in Public" – Time Remaining: 28 hours. Current Status: 0% Complete. Tip: Women's underwear can be found in campus stores, online orders (delivery available), or… borrowed from willing sources. Failure Penalty Reminder: Chastity Device (Locked for 48 hours).]
Alex's stomach flipped. He needed panties. Today. For class. And he had to wear them all day.
He glanced at the clock—8:15 AM. First lecture at 10:00. He had time, barely.
"Uh, I'm gonna head out," Alex said, scrambling off the bed. "Grab breakfast. Maybe hit the campus store."
Darius raised an eyebrow. "Already? You just got here."
"Yeah, I… need some stuff. Personal stuff."
Jamal shrugged, now in jeans that hugged his thighs. "Cool. We're hitting the gym later. You should come. Get some size on those skinny arms."
Alex forced a laugh. "Maybe next time."
He grabbed his phone, wallet, and keys, then bolted for the door before they could ask more questions.
The hallway smelled of stale coffee and weed. Black and White University—BWU—was a sprawling campus of red-brick buildings and modern glass towers, named for its founders or some bullshit historical reason. But the nickname among students was obvious: the place had a reputation. Diverse. Athletic. And very, very hung.
Alex hurried to the campus convenience store, heart pounding. The store was small, cramped with snacks, energy drinks, and a sad little section of clothing basics. He scanned the aisles, praying for a miracle.
No women's section. Just boxers, socks, and overpriced hoodies.
(Fuck. I need panties. Now.)
He pulled out his phone—Emily's contact was already there, heart emoji and everything. A memory flickered: her laughing, flashing him in the back of a cab, daring him to touch her while the driver watched in the mirror.
He texted her.
Alex: Hey babe. Just got to dorm. Miss you already. You coming today?
Emily: Soon! Got a photoshoot in the city but I'll be on campus by afternoon. Can't wait to see my favorite boy 😘 What's up?
Alex: Need a favor. Kinda urgent. You have any… underwear? Like, women's? I'll explain later.
Three dots. Then:
Emily: …You serious? Emily: Wait. Is this a kink thing? Because if it is, I'm SO in. Emily: I have some extras in my bag. Thongs, lace boyshorts, whatever. Meet me at the quad fountain at 11:30? I'll bring options. Emily: But you gotta tell me why. Details. All of them.
Alex's meat rod throbbed. (She's into it. Of course she is. Exhibitionist slut. My perfect match.)
Alex: Deal. See you then.
He killed time wandering campus, trying not to think about the quest timer ticking down. Students rushed past—jocks, sorority girls, nerds with backpacks. No one knew what he was. Yet.
At 11:25, he reached the fountain. Emily was already there, leaning against the stone edge in cutoff shorts and a cropped tank that showed off her toned stomach and the underside of her breasts. No bra. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric. Blonde hair in a messy ponytail, sunglasses perched on her head. She looked like she belonged on a billboard.
She spotted him and waved, then jogged over. Her breasts bounced with each step.
"Baby!" She threw her arms around him, pressing her body close. "You're even cuter in person here. What the hell?"
Alex hugged her back, inhaling her perfume. "Long story. System thing. I'll explain later."
She pulled back, eyes sparkling with mischief. "So… panties. Spill."
He glanced around—no one close. "The system gave me a quest. Wear women's panties to class today. All day. Or I get… punished."
Emily's grin widened. "Punished how?"
"Chastity cage. Locked for two days."
She bit her lip. "Hot. Okay, follow me."
She grabbed his hand and led him behind the fountain to a cluster of bushes—semi-private, but anyone walking by could see if they looked.
She unzipped her small backpack and pulled out a handful of fabric. Black lace thong. Pink boyshorts with a little bow. Red bikini-cut with sheer panels.
"Pick your poison," she said, holding them up. "Or I pick for you."
Alex's hands shook. "The… the black thong. Smallest one."
Emily laughed softly. "Good choice. Slutty. Turn around."
She didn't wait. She spun him, pressed him against a tree trunk, and yanked his shorts down to his thighs. His meat rod sprang free—small, hard, leaking pre-cum.
"Aw, look at you," she whispered. "Already excited."
She knelt, sliding the thong up his legs. The lace was soft, scratchy in the best way. The string nestled between his ass cheeks, the front pouch barely containing his pathetic erection.
She adjusted it, fingers brushing his balls. "There. Perfect fit. You look adorable."
Alex whimpered. The thong rode high, framing his ass. Every movement tugged at his hole.
Emily stood, kissed him hard. "Now go to class, baby. Feel that string against your hole all lecture. Think about me. And when you get back to the dorm… tell me everything."
She slapped his ass lightly—right over the thong—and walked away, hips swaying.
Alex pulled up his shorts. The fabric hid nothing; the thong's outline was visible if you looked close. He walked bow-legged to his first class—Intro to Media Studies—feeling every step.
The lecture hall was packed. He found a seat in the back. As he sat, the thong dug in deeper. His meat rod strained against the lace.
(I'm sitting in class wearing women's underwear. My roommates could find out. Emily knows. The system knows.)
The professor droned on. Alex barely heard. He kept shifting, trying to ease the pressure. Every shift made the lace rub his sensitive head. He was leaking steadily now, a wet spot forming.
Halfway through, his phone buzzed.
System Notification:[Quest Progress: 60%. Panties worn in public setting. Arousal detected. Bonus +10 SP for visible erection.]
He groaned quietly.
After class, he hurried back to the dorm. The guys were gone—gym, probably. He locked the door, stripped to the thong, and stood in front of the mirror.
Smooth skin. Narrow hips. Thong framing his ass like it was made for it. His meat rod throbbed, trapped.
(I look… slutty. Feminine. And I love it.)
The system chimed.
[Quest Complete: "Panties in Public"]
[Reward Granted: 100 SP, Minor Feminization Trigger (Slight Hip Widening – Active), Increased Sensitivity (Nipples & Ass – Active).]
A warm pulse spread through his hips. He felt them shift, just a fraction—wider, softer, more curved. His nipples hardened instantly, poking against the air like little eraser tips. And his ass—God, every brush of the thong string felt electric, like nerves newly wired.
He moaned, hand drifting to his meat rod.
But the system wasn't done.
[New Quest Unlocked: "Dorm Night Tease" Objective: Allow one roommate to "accidentally" see you in women's underwear tonight. Do not cover up immediately. Maintain eye contact for at least 10 seconds. Reward: 150 SP, Minor Feminization Trigger (Lip Plumping), Heightened Submission Arousal (+20% from exposure). Failure Penalty: Nipple Clamps (Worn for 12 hours). Time Limit: Tonight, before midnight.]
Alex stared at his reflection, lips already tingling faintly.
(It's only day two. And I'm already this deep.)
He heard the door unlock. Footsteps. Voices.
Jamal, Darius, and Malik were back.
Alex yanked his shorts up—but left the thong on underneath.
Time to play.