Vincent couldn’t help but begin crying in the middle of the library. “Damn it…” he sniffled to himself. He was a full-grown man- albeit one presently with the appearance of a young woman- he should be better at bottling these kinds of things up, but he felt so overwhelmed from stress he couldn’t keep the tears from streaming down his soft cheeks. Even through the distressed deluge of emotion, the intellectual inside him was fascinated that his current hormone makeup was winning out against his male socialization. Fascinating, to be sure, but that did little to help in the moment. He was questioning his decision not to opt out of switching bodies with one of his female students, but he had fought tooth and nail for the university to approve of the new Swap Class program, and he needed to minimize any complication that could delegitimize the potential, even something as small as having an uneven number of students signing up.

Vincent was initially worried for Vanessa, having to spend the semester masquerading as older, male professor, but judging from her reports she was faring remarkably well, much better than how Vincent was doing. With Vanessa’s double major workload, he needed to remain devoted full-time to keep up with the standards she had set, but if was just lectures and exams he could manage; he was rusty with subjects unrelated to his field, but much of it was old hat to him. It was was all the additional baggage of being a social, distinctly female 20-something that was getting to him. The makeup, learning to dress in way that didn’t make him look like an idiot, having to keep up with her social obligations while being isolated from his own friends and family, it was all too much. And when the dreaded stomach cramps he was warned about started in the middle of a grueling study session, that’s when the dam fully burst. 

“Excuse me, miss, are you alright?” His public weeping caught the attention of one of the librarians. 'As if things couldn’t get more embarrassing…' he looked up and… wow. From the librarian’s voice Vincent could tell a man was speaking to him, but he didn’t expect him to have such an effect on Vanessa’s body. He towered over Vincent, messy hair, with a soft, sympathetic expression on his face. The man laid a hand on Vincent’s upper arm, and that simple touch sent tingles all throughout his flesh. Vincent began to vent to the kind stranger, happy to have a shoulder to cry on, but as he talked he was getting worked up in another way; there was a possibility this chance encounter wouldn’t stop at just conversation.

An hour later was in the man’s dorm, on his bed, and completely naked, perky tits fully exposed. 'Let’s blame that one on the hormones, too,' Vincent thought as he caressed the outline of his pussy, fucked raw and still leaking copious amounts of a stranger’s cum. In his horny haze Vincent had insisted there was no need for a condom- Vanessa was on the pill, after all- and his lover enthusiastically obliged. Admittedly, the pleasure he experienced (and experienced again) helped him forget about his worries, but by sleeping with someone enrolled at the university he had potentially opened himself up to even more complications. Vincent looked next to him. His hookup was snoozing peacefully with a satisfied smile shining through his slumber. At least he didn’t recognize the guy. Good, probably not one of his students then. At least Vincent could rest knowing what he had done was only MOSTLY unethical. And he should probably pick up a morning-after pill, just in case. But at this point his only out was the hope that he could rely on a young man’s discretion in regards to his sexual exploits. If not, he was in for hell if his little “college experiment” was discovered by the Faculty Board. Or Vanessa. Or his wife…