I wake up in the body of a young college student—soft breasts, smooth skin, a firm butt. Before I’ve even had a chance to collect myself, the phone rings from school: “Where are you? Are you coming to class?”I go to the dorm, sit down at my laptop in a tight tank top and short shorts, and try to write an essay. Suddenly, a guy walks into the room without knocking. He sits down as if he owns the place and starts working.“Go to the men’s wing,” I tell him.And he calmly replies, “Let me order some sushi—you must be hungry.”I agree—in this body, I’m starving.The sushi arrives, but he won’t let me eat. He pushes the box aside and says with a lecherous smirk, “First you’ll serve me, then I’ll feed you"
