A Change Of Face - Part One - Sex Stories

A Change Of Face - Part One

"Hello?" I called out nervously as I walked into what would be my room for the next two semesters. I'd chosen my roommate with care from the site the college offered for incoming freshman months ago. Actually, I spent a couple of weeks obsessing over quite a few girls before I settled on Jenny. She was cute, but not really pretty. She was a good student and was part of a couple of clubs at her high school. She had a close knit group of friends, but didn't seem particularly popular based on her Facebook page. I thought she was perfect for what I was looking for in a roommate. In short, there was nothing about her that would draw unwanted attention to me. It's not that I wanted to hide from the world, but by this point in my life I could do with a little less notoriety. I needed time to figure out exactly who I wanted to be. I'd spent two years working toward this day, but honestly now that I was here I was scared to death. What if I couldn't pull it off? What if I could, but I didn't like the new me any better than I did the old? The worst part was that old saying was definitely true. No plan survives contact with reality. Or was that the enemy? I guess it doesn't matter. What does was that despite all my planning and research, Jenny waited until two days before we were due to arrive to let me know she was dropping out. Okay, that's not quite fair. First of all, you can't drop out if you've never actually been to college. And second, she decided to take a year off, not ...

... quit. She didn't get into specifics as to why and, honestly, I didn't ask. We weren't really friends yet so it didn't seem right to pry. Besides, I had bigger problems. How was I going to find a new roommate in two days? The answer was that I wasn't. I had to leave it up to fate. Needless to say, I entered my dorm room with more than a little trepidation. My new roommate was already inside, but she was sitting at her desk with a pair of headphones on and didn't hear me enter. She was watching some movie on her laptop. All I could see from behind was that she had long dark hair, not very different in color than my own shorter shoulder length locks. I walked in and dropped the bags I was carrying on the free bed. "Hello?" I repeated. By this point I was close enough for her the hear me. She jumped a little before turning, smiling and pulling off the headphones. She stood a moment later. Definitely not what I was hoping for and I wasn't happy about it. This girl was far too pretty for my liking with her pale skin and deep brown eyes. She would draw a lot of attention, which meant guys would be sniffing around. I really had enough of men for the time being. "Hi!" she smiled. "You must be Amelia. I'm Sophie." Well, at least she was friendly. "Call me Emma," I smiled in return. "All my friends do." Well, all my new friends would anyway. It was a new nickname, just like I was a new me. Amelia was what I was called when I was younger. Everyone at high school knew me as Mia. I remember ...