Meeting Kim- Part 1

My Mom used to tell me that going to college was supposed to be fun. I didn’t have very many close friends in high school, so I planned to use college as a way to make new friends while getting a top education. For the first few months, I introduced myself as Jeff Peter Keith, but now, thanks to a friend, I went by Jessica Penelope Keith. Let me tell you the story of how I went from an 18-year-old boy to a girl. It was the first day of college, & I was in the hallways looking for my first class on my schedule. A counselor had shown me around the campus, but I became anxious on the first day and forgot where everything was at. I didn’t want to ask anyone for help because I was scared that they would think I was dumb or something. I continued struggling until a pretty girl walked up to me and asked me if I was OK. “Hey, are you OK? You seem like you’re struggling to find one of your classes. I can help you out if you want” the girl said. “Yea, t-that sounds fantastic” I said, doing my best to avoid eye contact with her. She hadn’t told me what her name was, but she was beautiful. Inside and out. She was shorter than me, standing at 5”3”, had two perky breasts, long brunette hair, and a curvy waist that would make anyone go crazy. I felt a little weird looking at her body when I should’ve been looking at her eyes, but I’m sure she could tell that I was a nervous kid. Hey, come on. I’ll show you where your first class is. My name is Kim by the way” Kim said as I walked alongside her. “Oh! That’s cool! I’ve never met anyone with that name before. My name is Jeff” I said, still mesmerized by how beautiful she was. “Really? Jeff? You look more like a Jessica to me” Kim said, motioning for me to walk up the stairs in front of her. I wasn’t sure what confused me more. The fact that she wanted me to go up the stairs first, or the fact that she said I look like a Jessica. Nevermind. I understood what it all meant on the way up. “You’re really funny, Kim. What other jokes do you have for me” I said, waiting for her to walk up the last stair. “Well, your clothes are pretty baggy, but I doubt you have any muscle in there she said, taking a light poke at my stomach. “Ah! Don’t do that, Kim. I’m ticklish” I said, swatting her hand away gently. “Ha! You just proved my point, Jessica. If you had a rock-hard six pack, then you wouldn’t have been so ticklish” Kim said, mocking my nervous voice. I wanted to make a joke about Kim’s appearance as well, but I just couldn’t seem to come up with one. She was just too perfect. “Well, y-you aren’t...ummm” I said, struggling with my joke delivery. “It’s quite alright. Most girls I know don’t have the brightest sense of humor either” Kim said before bursting out laughing