Chapter 1: Introduction
Laney Springs rolled her eyes as she stood in the U-shaped hallway of the freshman dorms, looking up at the room numbers sandwiched between hallway moldings. Coven Hall, Laney hated the dormitory with a passion.
The hullabaloo of first-years, their naïve laughter, their melodramatic outbursts, their clumsy attempts at freedom—all of it drove her up the wall. It was precisely why she hadn't stepped foot in the building since she was a freshman herself, but alas here she was.
As a junior, Laney had spent her first semester living comfortably in one of the single occupant apartment style dormitories offered to upper classmen, perfect for a bookworm like her. However, Laney was, unfortunately, a volunteer at the student services, something which both brought her personal fulfillment and was sure to look great on her future resume but wasn't without its share of difficulties, difficulties such as the current predicament Miss Springs found herself in.
As part of her work with student services, it was Laney's job to aid the university in student matters that the administration would have otherwise had quite a difficult time dealing with, one example being those related to their policy that every freshman be guaranteed a roommate for the sake of their mental health. Due to this policy, it could often be a nightmare if a freshman dropped out or transferred to a different institution in-between semesters, as, if the roommate they left behind requested a replacement, the university was REQUIRED to provide one. To remedy this issue, one of the tasks often given to student services volunteers was to fill these empty spaces in the freshman dorms, a task which Laney had unfortunately discovered a week before the start of the spring semester had been assigned to her.
This troubling revelation had led her to find herself knocking on Coven Hall's door, cold and slightly frightened.
Standing now outside room 311, she steeled herself and took a deep breath before opening the door, hesitating only for a moment as the scent of honeysuckle and jasmine greeted her. The room was dominated by a large, ornate bed whose unlit lampshades cast an eerie glow on loose makeup scattered all over the vanity table. Laney wasn't provided much time to take in any further details of the room before her ears were assaulted by a loud squeal.
"Oh. My. God!" A blonde tornado whipped past her, the scent of her flowery perfume mixing with that of the room's. Laney managed to catch a glimpse of the newcomer's body, curvy and busty and dressed in a revealing pink crop top and matching shorts, before she tossed her purse haphazardly onto the bed and threw her arms around Laney.
"You must be Laney! I'm sooo stoked to finally meet my new roomie!" Ashley Benson gushed, her voice dripping with forced enthusiasm.
Laney felt her heart sink. She had hoped for a roommate who she could potentially connect with on an intellectual level, but from the look of things, it was clear that Ashley Benson was the farthest thing from that.
Laney only managed to reply with a half-hearted "hello." The blonde bombshell finally released her from her enthusiastic hug, only to grab her by the shoulders and look her over. "You're so cute!" She exclaimed, grinning wickedly. "I can see that you're trying to hide it with those baggy clothes girl but ur def a hottie." Ashley giggled, giving Laney's shoulders a playful squeeze.
Laney felt her face heat up, glad that the dim lamplight hid her flushed cheeks. She was used to the compliments of academia, where her intelligence was praised and her hard work admired, but Ashley's frank admiration of her physical appearance made her uncharacteristically bashful.
"Uh, thanks?" Laney murmured, before coughing awkwardly and changing the subject.
"So, uh, about our living arrangement..."
Ashley let go of her shoulders and scrunched up her nose, giving Laney a once-over with a critical eye. "Girl, we haven't even gotten to know each other yet," she pouted, crossing her arms over her ample chest. "And you're already stepping on my toes?"
"I can't help it if I'm a little...particular?" Laney defended herself, the words coming out more sharply than she intended.
"Look, Ashley, I didn't sign up for a roommate. I know you received the email from student services. I'm doing this as part of my volunteer work, and I'm okay with that, but it doesn't change the fact that I would have preferred to live by myself. I just think if we want to make this work then we need to make a few rules, establish some boundaries, you know? I value my privacy quite highly" Laney explained, crossing her arms defensively.
Ashley looked at Laney critically for a moment, her lips pouted, before, suddenly, her eyes lit up and she started smiling, bouncing on her heels as she responded. "OMG wait I like totally get it! You're like upset cause u used to be able to play with ur pussy whenever u want but like now that's like hard cause we have to share a room!" She giggled, her eyes gleaming mischievously.
Laney's cheeks colored and her eyes grew wide. "Excuse me? That's not what this is about at all! I don't care about how often I get to touch myself , this is about respecting each other's personal space and basic right to privacy!" Laney explained
Ashley shrugged. "Fine whatever floats your boat girl." The blonde sauntered over to
the vanity table, noticing a bottle of her favorite perfume sitting abandoned
on the counter. She picked it up, giving it a sniff before turning to Laney.
"You know what, Laney? Fine, have it your way. I was so excited to have a junior as my roomie cause u can drink and shit so I thought we could have some fun, but you wanna be a boring bitch? Go ahead!" Ashley teased, spraying the scent aggressively into the air as if to emphasize her point. Laney's nostrils flared as the cloying scent invaded the room, filling her lungs and making her gag slightly. "But I promise you, if we even have one fight, I'm packing my stuff and shipping it back home. No roomie drama for me!" Ashley's brashness had begun to get under Laney's skin, even more so now that the dorm room felt stuffy and oppressive. "Well if you drop out then at least I get to go back to my old dorm, so go ahead!
Try me!" Laney shot back, the words rushing out of her mouth before she had a chance to think them through.
Ashley shot Laney an angry look and sprayed more perfume into the air before setting the bottle down on the vanity. "Whatever, so that side of the room is, like, ur space, and this side is mine, if u want it that then u can have it that way" Ashley conceded, crossing her arms and pouting.
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Two weeks later little had changed between the two women.
Laney and Ashley had fallen into an uneasy cohabitation that teetered between uncomfortable politeness and resentful avoidance. Despite her initial anger Ashley had so far held true to her word. No fights occurred between them, and for that, at least, Laney silently thanked whatever the universe had been listening to. They had already established their individual spaces in the dorm room, and Laney found herself spending more and more time in the university library and socializing with members of the school's debate team. Meanwhile, Ashley was out partying to often that she was hardly in the dorm anyway, resulting in the two of them rarely seeing one another.
It took just once incident, however, for their uneasy alliance to implode on its face.
One Monday evening, the two roommates were both sitting at their respective desks on opposite sides of the room when Laney heard Ashley's phone blaring a vulgar rap song. Ashley always played music like this whenever she was getting ready to go to a frat party or some other function, and Laney had always done her best to bear it and simply wait on the bimbo to leave. Tonight, however, tonight was different. Laney was working on the first big paper in her class on colonial folklore and she just couldn't take it anymore.
The booming bass and lewd lyrics were making it impossible for her to concentrate. Frustrated, Laney slammed her pen down and raised her voice over the music.
"Ashley! Can you please turn down your music or go to the party already?" Laney asked through gritted teeth.
Ashley glanced over at Laney and rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, it's not that loud. Chill out," she replied, turning her attention back to her hair straightener.
"It's just a song."
Laney could feel her patience wearing thin. "It's not just a song, Ashley. It's a song loudly blasting from your phone in the middle of our dorm room, disrupting my concentration, and the academic integrity of this paper I've been working on for three hours."
Ashley smiled sweetly, giving her a cursory dash of hairspray. "Don't get your panties in a wad, Laney. It's only a song.
Chill out," Ashley repeated, her tone dismissive and her focus on her hair.
Irritation flared in Laney, her mouth tightening. "It's not just about the song, Ashley. It's about consideration, respect, and common courtesy. We're roommates, sharing this small space. If I can't study peacefully in our room, then where can I?"
Ashley's eyes narrowed, her freshly styled hair bouncing with anger. "Oh, I see how it is.
You're just trying to ruin my night, aren't you?" Ashley huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"That's not it at all. I'm just trying to study, but I can't do that with your music blaring," Laney replied, taking a deep breath to keep her voice steady.
Ashley put her hands on her hips, glaring at Laney. "You're just jealous that I have a social life and you don't. That's all this is."
Laney rolled her eyes. "Please.
Jealous of you? I've never been more content with my life." Laney looked her roommate straight in the eyes. "I love my books, my essays, and my endless streams of intellectual debates with my academic partners. You have a social life, good for you Ashley. I don't need one, nor do I crave it. My intellectual pursuits are enough to keep me satisfied."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night Laney." Ashley huffed. "You know what? I'm gonna finish getting ready at Amanda's, and since you're kicking me out of the dorm, I'm just gonna take this on my way out!" Ashley said, quickly grabbing Laney's campus credit card from her desk and rushing out the door.
"Hey!" Laney exclaimed, immediately getting up from her chair. "Stop right there, Ashley Benson!" she shouted after her roommate, charging after her down the hallway. But Ashley was already halfway down the hallway, moving fast in her high heels and tight dress. Laney considered letting the bimbo go, but she would need that card to eat breakfast tomorrow, and she could never be sure if Ashley would actually be back home by the morning, so instead, she sprinted after the bombshell, barefoot and seething with anger. The two made it all the way to the park in the middle of campus before an elderly woman stopped them.
She wore a shabby, faded purple coat that looked like it had been bought from a thrift store and carried a small, equally old looking bag as she stared at Ashley and Laney with sharp, knowing eyes.
"Oh, great," Ashley spat with disgust. "Can you get out of the way, lady"
The elderly woman narrowed her gaze at Ashley as Laney finally caught up to her. "And what's going on here? Why are the two of you running around campus and making a ruckus this late in the evening ?" the old woman asked, her tone stern yet not unkind.
Laney, still panting from the chase, tried to catch her breath as she answered. "My roommate here, she took my campus credit card without asking and ran off. I need it back."
The old woman raised an eyebrow at Ashley, who huffed and crossed her arms, glaring at Laney. "So what if I did? She's always hogging the dorm room and making a mess.
And don't even get me started on the way she flaunts her schoolwork in front of me. Like, shouldn't you be focusing on other things instead of some stupid papers and essays? I don't get her at all."
The old woman furrowed her brows, clearly concerned by the growing tension between the two young women. "Now listen closely, you two. I know you've been at each other's throats since day one, but you're roommates for a reason. It's important that you learn to live together and understand one another.
I suggest you stop fighting and try to see things from each other's perspective. It's not easy, but I promise it will be worth it." The old woman looked at both of them, her gaze intense and unwavering.
Laney sighed and raised her eyebrow skeptically at the stereotypical platitudes coming from the old woman's mouth.
Ashley rolled her eyes. "Look, I don't have time for this, I have a party to be at, take your stupid card Laney ." She threw the card at Laney's feet. "And next time, don't be such a prude and actually try to have fun for once." she spat, before turning on her heel and walking away.
Laney stared after her, mouth agape. She couldn't believe Ashley had just said that to her, and she couldn't believe the old woman had just stood there and let her. She picked up the card and turned to head back to the dorm before deciding that she should apologize to the old woman for all the trouble. As she turned back however, she realized the woman was gone.
Laney looked around confused as she scanned the park, but there was no sign of her. Strange, she thought, shrugging off the whole ordeal before finally deciding to return to Coven Hall.
.
Back inside their dorm room, Laney sat at her desk, staring blankly at the computer screen. The old woman's words reverberated in her mind, and something about them seemed to resonate deep within her soul.
"Try to understand each other."
The phrase danced in circles within her thoughts, wrapping itself around her like a serpent eagerly coiling to strike. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something important in those few simple words, some kind of truth she had yet to fully comprehend. Regardless, however, she had a paper to finish, so she shook the thought from her head and buckled down for the next few hours until she had something she was happy with.
As she drifted off the sleep that night, the elderly woman's words had all but entirely left her mind. Ashley still at whatever party she was attending, Laney was at peace, and she went to bed with a smile on her face.
******** When Laney woke up the next morning, something felt off. Her eyes were slowly opening, and she felt a familiar warmth spreading across her body, but it felt different – heavier, almost. As her eyes finally opened, the first thing she noticed was that she was no longer in her dorm room.
The early morning sun poured in through the windows, filling the space with a warm, golden light. The four-poster bed she was lying in was massive and dressed in soft linens, so unlike the twin-sized, lumpy mattress in her shared dormitory. Laney turned her head, taking in the floral wallpaper and ornately framed paintings that added to the sophistication of the room.
She tried to sit up, but her body protested, sending waves of pain shooting through her. It was then Laney noticed that her body didn't feel like her own.
She tried to move her arms, but they felt heavier and larger than usual, and when she looked down, she gasped at the sight of a sizeable bust covered in silky pink lingerie that wasn't hers. Panic rose in her throat, and she looked around the room, trying to make sense of what was happening. To her horror, she noticed a shirtless man sleeping in the bed next to her.
She stared at him, taking in his toned muscles, tattoos, and piercings. This was definitely not her dorm room, and this was definitely not her body. It was Ashley’s. She looked down at her body again, running her hands over the soft, silky lingerie and the curves of her new form. She tried to move, but her body felt foreign and heavy, and she couldn’t seem to find her balance. She felt like a fish out of water, trapped in a body that wasn’t hers. As she looked back over at the man next to her, she felt a bubbling curiosity. Slowly, she pulled at the covers, finding that the man wasn't wearing any pants or underwear either. Immediately, Laney discovered that Ashley's body reacted to the sight of a dick VERY differently from her own.
Her heart began to race, her breath hitched, and an unexpected warmth stirred between her thighs. She felt a strange compulsion to touch herself but fought it back.
She quickly got out of bed, trying to process the situation. But the soreness remained - soreness she had never experienced herself. Ashley's body responded instinctively.
With a shudder, she tried to regain control and center herself.
She took in a deep, steadying breath and let it out slowly. She couldn't panic. She needed to think clearly and figure out what was going on. As she looked back at the man she felt Ashley's body respond automatically again as she instinctively licked her lips.
The man stirred, his eyes fluttering open and a lazy grin spreading across his face.
"Mornin', babe," he said, reaching out to pull her back into bed.
But Laney hesitated, her mind racing as she tried to reconcile the situation. She wasn't in her own body, she wasn't in her dorm room, and she had no idea how she ended up here with this stranger.
"I-I think there's been some sort of mistake," she stammered, pulling away from him.
He looked at her with confusion, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "What do you mean, babe?"
"I'm just not feeling well, I guess," Laney tried to explain, mind racing as she tried to figure out an explanation that didn't make her sound crazy.
"I think I just need to go home and rest."
The man nodded, looking a bit disappointed. "Alright, if you say so. I hope you feel better soon. Do you need help getting dressed?"
Laney started to shake her head no, but then, she once again felt the stirring in Ashley's body. "Th-that would be nice ," she stammered, trying to suppress her own arousal. This time, the man didn't hesitate. He got out of bed and approached her, his bare chest on full display. Laney couldn't help but stare at him as he moved closer, her heart pounding in her chest.
"You're really fucking beautiful, you know that?" he murmured to Ashley's body, as he gently slipped the slinky fabric over her shoulders. His touch sent shivers down Laney's spine, and her nipples hardened under his gaze. As Laney finished putting the party dress on the man's lecherous grin grew wider. "I forgot how fuckin nice your tits looked in that dress, Ash, I almost feel better for taking it off of you last night... almost" the man repeated, his hands roaming down the curves of Ashley's body as Laney fought to retain her composure. She could feel her own body betraying her, however, as a wave of desire washed over her. She tried to push the feelings away, but the truth had become all too clear - she was stuck inside Ashley's body, and her body was responding to the man's advances.
The man let out a low growl as he closed the distance between them, his lips finding hers in a fierce kiss.
Laney, trapped inside Ashley's body, felt a wave of shock rush through her as her lips parted beneath his rough tongue. She tried to push him away, but Ashley's body seemed to be under a spell, slowly embracing the man's advances. Her fingers trailed down his bare chest, feeling the muscles ripple under her touch. Laney could feel herself succumbing the urges within Ashley's body, but, at the last second, the man pulled away, distracted by the sound a phone ringing. "Oh shit, that's my girlfriend. I'm sorry Ash, but I should probably get going" the man muttered with frustration as he disentangled himself from Ashley's body. Laney could feel her own sigh of relief as the unwanted advance was abruptly ended. She watched as the man glanced around for his pants, then headed towards the door.
"Hey, um, I hope you feel better soon" he said, hesitating for a moment as if unsure what to make of the strange encounter. He gave Ashley's body one last guilty glance before leaving.
Laney breathed a heavy sigh, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
She was still trapped inside Ashley's body and felt the need to come intensifying by the minute. She glanced down at her new form, taking in the ample cleavage and the supple curves. She couldn't believe that this was the body of her roommate, a woman she had always perceived as vapid and shallow. She ran her fingers over her full lips, feeling a strange sense of excitement and intrigue.
It took awhile for Laney to get a proper sense of where she was but, between Google maps and messages talking about the party that were left on Ashley's phone, she was able to find her location and begin making her way back to the dormitory. As she walked she couldn't past just how different Ashley's body felt from her own.
The way her hips swayed, the way her breasts bounced, and the way her long blonde hair caught the light, all made Laney feel like she was watching someone else. But as she felt the hardness of Ashley's nipples against her bra and the heat building between her legs, she couldn't deny that there was also a part of her that was intensely curious.
As she reached the dorm, Laney couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She hesitated at the entrance, steeling herself before taking a deep breath and pushing the door open. Fortunately, the lobby was entirely empty, but the same couldn't be said for the common area on Laney and Ashley's floor. Curiously, Laney noticed a large group of students standing outside of the dorm room, seemingly listening to something going on inside. As Laney got closer to the door the reason why quickly became apparent, there was loud moaning and rhythmic slapping sounds coming from the dorm room. One of the voices belonged to a man, but the other, Laney could never mistake the sound of the other voice, it was HER voice.
The voice of the masterful, scholarly Laney Springs, now lost in the depths of darkness and animalistic pleasure. Wanting to get a sense of what was going on, Laney approached the students gathered around the door, still in Ashley's body. " What's going on in there?" she called out to the crowd.
A chorus of snickers and crude comments greeted her, but one person stepped forward, a grin spreading across their face. " looks like your roomie is gettin' it on with some lucky guy. We've been listenin' to it for a while now. Sounds like they’re going at it good and hard, if you know what I mean.”
Laney felt her, well, technically Ashley's, face drop.
“What...what do you mean by that?” Laney asked, swallowing loudly.
The guy smirked, his gaze drifting to where the others were standing. “You know, that junior who moved into your room. What's her name? Laney? Yeah, Laney's in there fucking some guy like a porn star."
The guy who spoke made a noise of disbelief and disgust, but the crowd of students surrounding him only grew rowdier. They grinned and jeered at the sound of Laney's moans and the slaps of their anonymous partner. Laney stayed frozen in place, her heart hurting and her mind reeling. Immediately, everything clicked into place. If she had woken up in Ashley's body, then Ashley must have been in HER body, and, from the sound of it, Ashley was putting that body to use.
Laney's heart raced as she listened to the sounds of her own body being used, knowing that all the people listening outside were imagining it was her, Laney Springs, the prim and proper co-ed who never let her hair down.
A wave of anger washed over her, and she forced her way through the crowd, shoving past them without a word. She reached the door and swung it open just in time to see Ashley, in her body, riding her unknown partner like a cowgirl. Ashley moaned loudly, gritting her teeth and digging her nails into the unnamed man beneath. The things Ashley was making come out of Laney's mouth were obscene. " God, yes, right there, harder," she demanded as she rode the man beneath her. Him of course being totally aware that he was actually fucking Ashley in Laney's body.
He was just enjoying the feel of Laney's slick, wet pussy wrapped around his cock. Unable to resist, he grabbed hold of Laney's hips and began to thrust upwards in a steady rhythm that made her gasp with pleasure.
"Oh fuck, I'm cumming," she cried out, her voice thick with lust and pleasure.
Laney couldn't believe her ears, couldn't believe that this was her body, the vessel of her intellect, the temple of her academic pursuits and feminist ideals, now writhing in pleasure under Ashley's control. The betrayal was almost too much to bear.
Laney was shocked and humiliated as Ashley continued to use the bookworm's body in a way she never would have dreamed of.
The man beneath Ashley was grunting and moaning with pleasure, his hips bucking upwards as he met Ashley's thrusts with his own. He moaned beneath her. "Holy fuck, Laney, I had no clue you were such a fucking slut baby." Ashley, in Laney's body, smirked wickedly and leaned back to whisper into the man's ear "What can I say, I guess you bring out a different side of me." She ran her hands down her new body, feeling the curves and softness of it under her fingertips. Laney may not have had the sort of bombshell body that Ashley did, but under Ashley's control, Laney's body was being used to its greatest potential.
Ashley bit her lip, moaning as she rode Laney's body up and down on the man beneath her, feeling the slickness of her pussy against his hard cock. She ground her hips down, squeezing him tight as she leaned back, letting out a filthy moan as she felt herself reaching orgasm. "Goddammit, I'm gonna cum again, you feel so fucking good," Ashley said, her voice low and husky as she leaned forward, resting her hands on either side of the man's head as she continued to ride him hard.
Laney could only watch in horror as Ashley used her body with no consideration for how this would affect her or her reputation.
The man's hands roamed over Laney's body, feeling every inch of her as he moaned beneath her. "Fuck, you look so fucking hot like this, Laney," he said, his voice filled with lust and desire. "You take my cock so fucking well."
The man below her, still mistakenly thinking that it was Laney riding him, made no effort to stifle his moans as Ashley pushed down on him harder. "Oh fuck Laney, yes, you're so fucking tight and wet," he groaned, his hands gripping Laney's hips tighter. "You feel so fucking good, I can feel you squeezing me so tight, cumming all over my cock." Ashley twisted Laney's face into a vapid smile in response. She wasn't only making the person everyone else perceived to be Laney look like a slut, she was making her look like a bimbo.
Ashley's orgasm rocked through her body, making Laney's body shake and jiggle in a way that it never had before. She tossed her head back, letting out a loud, high pitched scream, "Oh my God! Yes!!" Ashley cried out.
Laney was humiliated and couldn't breathe. She could feel the hot tears of rage and embarrassment streaming down her face even as Ashley continued to use her body to get off.
She watched as Ashley leaned forward, grinding Laney's hips hard against the man beneath her, feeling him twitch and pulse within her as he climaxed.
Ashley was making Laney's breasts bounced wildly, in a way Laney never could have imagined. She wasn't used to such an overt display of sexuality, especially not from her own body. The man groaned beneath her, gripping her hips tightly as he emptied himself into her pussy. Laney didn't think she could have felt anymore disgusted, that is until she heard what Ashley made her body her say after the man came in her. "Ohmygawd, it feels so fucking good when cum in me daddy ," she moaned, her voice high-pitched and filled with faux innocence.
The man beneath her, delirious with pleasure, couldn't resist the bait. "Fuck, you're such a good little slut for me, aren't you?" he groaned, grabbing Laney's hips and thrusting up into her once again. Ashley giggled in response.
"Yeah, I guess you can say that, daddy." Ashley replied as she leaned back down to kiss the man. Her lips met his with a fiery passion, her hands running through his hair as her body continued to move in a rhythmic dance of pleasure. "Cum inside me again, daddy. Make me feel good."
Laney's face burned with humiliation as she watched Ashley use her body to satisfy the man beneath her. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, couldn't believe that this was happening to her. She had always been so careful about protecting herself, about maintaining control over her own sexuality.