University Transformation is an X-rated story following 19 year-old Brit, Samuel, on a new and unexpected chapter of his life; a chapter which will define him forever.
Like similar stories in the genre, University Transformation contains depictions of sex, humiliation, blackmail, non-consent/reluctance and forced feminisation. Reader discretion is advised.
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Chapter One
Following an embarrassing incident at university, Samuel makes a mistake which will change everything.
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Samuel was supposed to be listening to his professor, Miss Brighton, deliver an induction presentation. But instead, he was staring at an old classmate's face. Her face was the only face he recognised from the hundreds of men and women surrounding him. It was the first day of university; something which he had been looking forward to since starting secondary school, but which had made him especially nervous this morning nonetheless.
There was something about the way his former classmate now looked that he could not put his finger on. It fascinated him, in fact and had been occupying his attention for close to 10 minutes now.
It had only been a summer holiday since he saw her last but even at the angle from which he watched on (two rows forward, 11 seats to his right) Samuel could tell she was a whole new person. She had transformed.
'But how?' He asked himself. As far as he could see, she had the same set of blue eyes. Same button nose. Same red lips. Same pierced ears. Same straight brown hair.
Make no mistake, he wasn't in love with her. He had never been attracted to her at school...certainly not like he was now. He pondered how despite 11 years of sharing classrooms together, he barely even knew her.
What he was sure of, was that throughout their time at school they had moved in different circles. She was a popular athletic type, who avoided teachers and classwork alike. From what Samuel knew of her, she lived for dance class, not maths class. She'd had boyfriends and was popular with her many girl friends.
Whereas Samuel was... 'Actually, what was I?' He asked himself. 'How had I spent my years? If Georgia was a little show-off who spent her time in class tapping on a mobile phone, how had we ended up at the same university together? I spent 11 years concentrating! I didn't text friends in class!'
Whereas Samuel was an anonymous British 19 year-old who had flown under everyone's radar. He had done just enough to secure a place at a red brick university - but this was more due to the fact that he had little else to distract him than being the proud owner of some great intellect. He had few friends and, at a grand total of zero, had had even fewer girlfriends. And unlike what he could deduce from looking over at Georgia, he, unlike she had, had not undergone some profound metamorphosis over the summer break.
This got Samuel thinking of his achievements to date. 'Yes, I have made it to university. But so have millions of students up and down the country. Let's face it: in today's age, university is less an achievement for the academically gifted, and more a holding pen for the uncertain before life started proper.'
'I still live at home with mum. Anyone would say I waste my days in front of the television, or more accurately my laptop. I hadn't bothered to get a summer job. I've never been involved in sport groups or band camps.' On top of that, Samuel still only reached the same middling 5' 6" height and hadn't grown for the past few years: something which he had come to accept would probably be the tallest he ever grew. For the longest time, he had thought that was the average. But looking around the room at a whole new set of peers, he could tell he was wrong to think this.
'I don't look average. I look small! Certainly not compared to the men on my left. How had they grown so much? What were they eating or doing that had put them at such an advantage over me in the growth department? Had they arrived here from towns and cities with a better school curriculum? Maths, English, Science...and press-ups followed by squats followed by burpees followed by sit-ups... I would have listened. I would have done it too...'
As he continued his self-assessment, Samuel realised his hair remained unchanged: the same brown mop he had had since he was a young boy. Whereas surrounding him he could see the sporty types had shorter cuts, the rich types had smart cuts, the geeky types had greasy cuts, the rebellious types had dyed cuts, Samuel had always opted to keep his brown strands fall just above his ears and eyes. Thinking about why it had gone unchanged for so long, Samuel reasoned to himself that it was...traditional. He liked it that way.
'Admit it...your hair is...oh, it's like everything about you, unremarkable! I bet those girls behind you don't know if they're looking past a boy or a girl. You should get it changed. Go for something more interesting. Something that would make you more interesting. University is the time to re-invent yourself...'
And, he supposed his dress sense hadn't improved any means either. Although he was, Samuel didn't quite yet look like an adult; like a man. He was still clinging to the safety of skinny jeans ('Did they always feel this tight? Too many iced lattes methinks..!') paired with the same non-descript T-shirt and hoodie combination. In fact, now he was thinking about it, he was certain he was wearing the same clothes (even down to the baggy boxer shorts) today as he had during his school graduation.
All of which had Samuel obsessed with this one question: 'How has Georgia managed to change so much in the space of a summer holiday when I have stayed so remarkably unremarkable?'
Pondering this question and sipping on his iced latte, Samuel made a pledge to himself: change. University was to be a fresh start for him. He would make friends. He would get involved in extra-curricula activities. He would become popular. Maybe now was finally the time he would attract a girl. It wouldn't be like it was at school. He would blossom here. He would transform!
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