AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello! Before we begin, I'd like to explain a quirk about the structure of this story!
This is a first-person POV story about a new "Human Sexuality Scholarship Program," where each college running the program accepts two incoming freshman: one male and one female. What you're reading right now is the story of Tracy, the female winner of the scholarship. However, on my profile, you can also read the story of Jack, the male winner.
Both stories run side-by-side, focusing on different people at the same school. Additionally, Jack and Tracy are radically different characters, with pretty different living situations, friends, and schedule as well, so it's not a basic gender-swap with minimal changes!
The stories mostly stay different, but since they are happening at the same school at the same time, Jack and Tracy will cross paths at points, and you'll be able to read those events from both characters' perspectives. Additionally, you may hear events from one story mentioned in the other.
Just thought I'd make this clear if you read this story and wonder where Tracy's male counterpart is, or if you read Jack's story and were unsure of what the connection was to this one.
Without further ado, on with the story!
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College. It's finally here. The start of my crazy new life.
Orientation day was going fast. My dad just set down the last box; he was helping me unload my stuff from the van into my house.
That's right: my house!
Most freshmen are randomly assigned a dorm, but my and my besties all ended up going to this school together, so we were able to plan and get a lease together on a house just a mile or two off campus!
My name is Tracy Sullivan. Pretty stand-out gal from what I've been told! 5'10, blue eyes, brown hair, and a bangin bod! Not super skinny, but curvy in all the right places.
I know I know. That might sound a little cocky to say the least, but I'm just echoing what I've heard the boys say in the hallways!
Needless to say, I was one of the popular ones in high school, and all that love gave me the next-level confidence all my friends know me for!
But it wasn't all great in high school. Yeah I was popular, always went to parties, had tons of cool friends, but I always struggled with the actual "school" part of high school. I did well enough to pass, and to make it into a good school, but it was always a struggle, I was never on the honor roll or anything.
I think I was just never really able to connect with the structure of the whole thing. It was so tight and strict. You had this class at this time, then this class, then this, then lunch, then bla bla bla. All with this stupid dress code. Oh yeah, I was at a private school, so I was stuck with this super tight dress shirt, this stupid little skirt, these tights that covered up my whole legs, and this bow tie that felt like it was trying to strangle me. No matter how hard I tried, the system was always fighting against me!
But that was all over today! Today I entered the freedom of college! I chose my classes, there's usually at least an hour of break time between them, and best of all, no asinine dress code (kind of, but we'll get to that).
But it doesn't stop there.
A few months back, I was looking for any scholarships my new school would accept, and I stumbled upon the JACKPOT.
It was called the Human Sexuality Scholarship Program.
Now, full-disclosure, I'm a bit of a horn-dog. Always have been. I never really had a serious boyfriend in high school, but I was always chasing (and usually landing) some guy. I like messing around with girls too, but I definitely prefer guys. Nothing I love more than playing with a boy and catching him right between my fingers.
Anyway, the gist of this scholarship is that they wanted to promote "the joys of free and open sexuality" or something like that, but the way they go about it was INSANE. I couldn't believe it when I first read about it.
I'm blanking on all the specifics right now (I'm sure I'll get a reminder later on), but the main thing was that I get to be, no, I HAVE to be BUTT NAKED.
Like, 24/7. For my entire college career. Wherever I go: on-campus, and off-campus. Yeah, somehow I'm not only allowed, but REQUIRED to wear nothing but my birthday suit, even when I'm going around the city.
They say their logic is that by placing this one restriction, it will encourage freedom from societal norms, as well as complete sexual freedom!
So yeah, the full-time required nudity may sound restrictive, and it is technically a dress code, but it's one I can get behind! I'm gonna be out there without a stitch of clothing holding me back, for four whole years! If that's not freedom, I don't know what is!
There was also a section about sex, but I was so excited by the whole nudity part that I only skimmed it, and wanted to wait until I got here and started the program to really go through it.
Oh yeah, and it cut my tuition IN HALF. With "the opportunity to earn more" later on, whatever that means.
So yeah, this is going to put my restrictive private high school experience to shame. I'm gonna be living in a nice house with my besties, taking the classes I WANT, all while showing off my bangin body! I think I'm gonna have a really, really good time here.
But, I'm not quite there yet! Right now, I'm still unpacking! It's Orientation Friday, and I've spent most of the day with my family heading to orientation events and getting everything set up in my house. My parents are both here with me, along with my older brother, Brian. He's two years older than me, and goes to this very college, entering his third year! Before our parents cut us loose and head home, we're all heading to a nearby Chinese place for lunch.
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The drive from my new house over to the Chinese place was pretty normal. We just talked about the normal stuff, my bro was telling me a bit about how things are, my mom was saying how much she's gonna miss me, and so on. They all know about the Scholarship I got though, but I guess they just don't really wanna mention it right now.
At the Chinese place, we all sit down together with our meals, when the topic finally comes up.
My dad speaks up while poking at his food. "So, uh, Tracy, that scholarship program you got into. Really think you're ready?"
"Of course Dad!" I answer, "What's there to be afraid of?"
My mom speaks up. "Nothing I suppose, but it just seems like...a bit much. We have the money. You really don't need to worry about any scholarships."
"Mom. Listen, this isn't about needing money. I just want to do this. I'm an adult now, and it's my decision. I read through everything, and I'm down to do this."
My mom looked away. "I know sweetie...but I just can't stop thinking about everyone looking at you that way! It's...it's un-Christian!"
I put my hand on my mom's soldier. "Mama. There's nothing wrong with showing off what God gave ya. It's just natural. And besides, you know how I struggled in high school. This is really like a new chance for me!"
My parents looked at each other, and my dad spoke. "You're right. Besides, you're a grown woman now and this is your decision. We may not be sure about the whole thing, but all we can do is hope for the best and support you." He cracked a smile, and I smiled back.
"Thanks, Dad."
My brother, Brian, starts talking for the first time this conversation. "I agree it's kinda crazy, but I've been going to this school for two years now, and I know everyone's gonna treat ya just fine. And if there's ever any trouble, you know where my apartment is."
We bump fists.
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After lunch, we're back at my house. Outside the door, I say my final goodbyes to my family for now. My parents give me a big hug goodbye before driving away in the mini van.
