“Well?” Matt’s words snapped Maya back to reality as he shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, forcing a strained smile, “This look alright? First time dressing like a girl, can't tell.”

Maya’s mouth was dry, but managed a nod. There were a few beats of her leering her cohort down before hoarsely stating, “You're not wet. He'll be more into it if he thinks you're into it.” Subconsciously, she took a step forward, raising up one of her hairy sausage fingers, as if to provide aid.

“Ew, what? Gross, how can ya-” finally noticing the breeze tickling his borrowed lady bits, Matt quickly knocked his knees together (to Maya’s disappointment.) “Sorry,” he meekly mumbled, “no panties seemed like a good idea, but flashing the whole campus ain't it. Don't wanna get you arrested or nothing.”

“’Sfine.” Maya’s words slurred out between her chubby cheeks, her acne-ridden face drenched in sweat (even more sweat than normal,) “You go in, I'll stay out here just in case.”

Expression steely and determined, Matt matched into the nearby building, leaving Maya alone with some rather unseemly thoughts, and an even more unseemly erection.

Maya was desperate for her body. Back. Desperate to get her body back. A few weeks ago, Milo, the fat, loner guy in the engineering program, had used a prototype swapping remote on the most popular football star in the school. Still unrefined, however, the device had caused a three-way switch, with Maya, who had been unlucky enough as to be close by, was caught in the crossfire. Milo had managed to successfully steal Matt’s chiseled body, but Matt himself ended up in Maya, leaving the poor girl stuck in the awkward, pudgy form of a nerd she otherwise won’t give a second thought about. Not that Milo cared in the slightest about the collateral damage.

Now, all of their reputations were at risk: Milo was running around school, acting obnoxious and arrogant, his piss-poor personality damaging Matt’s social life. Matt’s manly mannerisms and lack of beauty skills made Maya look like a slob. All the while, Maya, as a social sciences major, was bombing Milo’s more mathematically-minded coursework. Dead-set on returning to normal, Maya and Matt hatched a plan: Maya knew her body was attractive- now more than ever- so she suggested Matt doll himself up to seduce himself into his old dorm, wherein he could snatch the remote out from under that creep Milo’s nose.

Maya was hoping the scheme would go off without a hitch, but for now, she had more pressing matters to attend to: during the entire conversation outside the dorm hall, Maya had to play it cool with a stiffy in her pants. The thing was tiny, not making it past the overhang of her corpulent gut, but it was still impossible to ignore. As soon as Matt was out of view, Maya ran as fast as her stubby legs and subpar stamina would allow towards the public washroom, barely making it to a stall before pulling down her pants to jack off. She didn't feel great as she spurted onto the linoleum tile- terribly embarrassed, really- but at least she could at least be confident that if she was reacting this way to Matt and that slutty sundress of his, Milo was going to be putty in the palm of his hand.