The Transformation of Tiffani - Chapter 1
The following story isn’t real. Although, if you’ve read my personal life stories parts 1 to 3, it may sound a little bit like my college life. In reality, it’s a little bit of my experiences, a little bit of other people’s experiences, and a little bit of fantasy. But if something like this ever happened to you, please share it with me. I love stories based on reality, especially from a woman’s perspective.
Chapter 1
My name is Tiffani. I’m your typical, petite Asian female. I don’t stand out, I’m more of a shy, innocent, unsuspecting wallflower. I doubt if you’d even notice me standing next to you in the same room. Most of the time I wear functional and practical stuff like, slightly over sized t-shirts, jeans, and sweat pants. On some occasions I’ll wear a skirt that goes down to around my knees. But for the most part, I rarely show off much of my body. I mean, I don’t think that I have much of a body to begin with, so why bother.
I’m a little bit on the nerdy side...OK, OK...very nerdy, especially when I wear my glasses. I got good grades at my private school academy...4.1 grade point average, National Honor Society, college prep classes, etc. Also, like most typical Asians, I always felt the need to make my parents proud of me by becoming a medical doctor.
I got accepted into all of the schools that I applied for, even the Ivy League ones. Unfortunately, most of the schools couldn’t offer me much in terms of a scholarship and financial aid couldn’t cover enough of the balance. So, in order to help my parents out, I also applied to other schools like HSU (not it’s real name, obviously). HSU, unlike most universities, was a historically...black college. I actually heard the student enrollment was more than 70% black. But, unlike the other schools, they offered me a partial scholarship to study pre-med/biology and the financial aid was able to cover most of my remaining expenses. My parents were super happy, knowing that they wouldn’t be forking over fourty grand a year just to send their little daughter off to college for her undergraduate degree. So much so, that I don’t think they did any background research on HSU. But I didn’t care either, I was just happy to leave home and start my college experience.
The first few weeks at HSU were nothing special, mostly going to classes and studying in my dorm room. I was supposed to have a roommate, which would’ve made things more interesting, but I was told the other girl ended up going to another school. So unless another girl in my dorm had roommate issues...and there weren’t that many of us to begin with...I’d be pretty much alone for the rest of the semester...which was actually fine with me.
I had met a guy named Danny who was a year older than me. He was your typical Caucasian guy, kind of cute, brown wavy hair, 5’6”, about 140 pounds. He wasn’t big, but definitely bigger than me.
Danny actually had a class in the same lecture hall prior to my class. He’d often stay behind to listen to my professor’s lecture...but I think he had ulterior motives. At first, he sat next to me, then started making small talk, eventually we started meeting over lunch, went shopping where he’d sometimes buy me things, and we would study together.
By mid-terms, Danny was in my dorm room studying with me almost every night. Nothing crazy went on. We mostly studied, talked, and he made me laugh on occasion. I actually liked Danny enough to be my boyfriend. I also liked the fact that he was taking it slow.
Speaking of boyfriends…up until then, I did date a few guys back in high school. Nothing serious, mostly holding hands and a periodic kiss. I never did much fooling around because my mom was usually at home and always picked me up after school finished. My parents also insisted on chaperoning us where ever we wanted to go. They were very protective of me. So needless to say, I was a good girl...a VERY good girl. I was so good, that I was still very much...a virgin.
One night, after studying, I told Danny that I felt burnt out and needed to relax a bit. I went to my bed, laid down, and started staring at the ceiling. Danny sat down next to me and asked if I was OK. I told him that my brain was wound up so tightly with the up coming mid-terms, that I just needed to relax.
He then said to me, “I can help you with that.”
I turned to him, “How?”
Danny placed his hand on my cheek and proceeded to kiss me on my lips. I was caught by surprise at first, but I closed my eyes and just let it happen.
After a few seconds, Danny pulled back and asked, “Did that help to make you relax?”
I looked back at him, “Yeah.”
I pulled Danny closer to me by his shoulders so that he was lying next to me. He kissed me again, but this time, he stuck his tongue into my mouth. I’ve never been french kissed before and didn’t really know what to do. So I slowly began to suck on it, trying to pull it further into my mouth. When he pulled his tongue back, I stuck my tongue into his mouth. He then twirled the tip of his tongue around my tongue. It felt so dirty, but yet I was getting turned on by it. My body was feeling warmer and I could tell that I was breathing faster.
But, before I got carried away and did something stupid that I might regret later, I told Danny to stop. I also told him that I had never had sex before and I wasn’t ready for it, yet. I even told him to keep his penis in his pants. Danny looked a little disappointed by what I had just told him. I then looked into his eyes, and said, “Other that that, I’m game for whatever you had in mind.” Danny smiled and we started kissing again.
Chapter 1
My name is Tiffani. I’m your typical, petite Asian female. I don’t stand out, I’m more of a shy, innocent, unsuspecting wallflower. I doubt if you’d even notice me standing next to you in the same room. Most of the time I wear functional and practical stuff like, slightly over sized t-shirts, jeans, and sweat pants. On some occasions I’ll wear a skirt that goes down to around my knees. But for the most part, I rarely show off much of my body. I mean, I don’t think that I have much of a body to begin with, so why bother.
I’m a little bit on the nerdy side...OK, OK...very nerdy, especially when I wear my glasses. I got good grades at my private school academy...4.1 grade point average, National Honor Society, college prep classes, etc. Also, like most typical Asians, I always felt the need to make my parents proud of me by becoming a medical doctor.
I got accepted into all of the schools that I applied for, even the Ivy League ones. Unfortunately, most of the schools couldn’t offer me much in terms of a scholarship and financial aid couldn’t cover enough of the balance. So, in order to help my parents out, I also applied to other schools like HSU (not it’s real name, obviously). HSU, unlike most universities, was a historically...black college. I actually heard the student enrollment was more than 70% black. But, unlike the other schools, they offered me a partial scholarship to study pre-med/biology and the financial aid was able to cover most of my remaining expenses. My parents were super happy, knowing that they wouldn’t be forking over fourty grand a year just to send their little daughter off to college for her undergraduate degree. So much so, that I don’t think they did any background research on HSU. But I didn’t care either, I was just happy to leave home and start my college experience.
The first few weeks at HSU were nothing special, mostly going to classes and studying in my dorm room. I was supposed to have a roommate, which would’ve made things more interesting, but I was told the other girl ended up going to another school. So unless another girl in my dorm had roommate issues...and there weren’t that many of us to begin with...I’d be pretty much alone for the rest of the semester...which was actually fine with me.
I had met a guy named Danny who was a year older than me. He was your typical Caucasian guy, kind of cute, brown wavy hair, 5’6”, about 140 pounds. He wasn’t big, but definitely bigger than me.
Danny actually had a class in the same lecture hall prior to my class. He’d often stay behind to listen to my professor’s lecture...but I think he had ulterior motives. At first, he sat next to me, then started making small talk, eventually we started meeting over lunch, went shopping where he’d sometimes buy me things, and we would study together.
By mid-terms, Danny was in my dorm room studying with me almost every night. Nothing crazy went on. We mostly studied, talked, and he made me laugh on occasion. I actually liked Danny enough to be my boyfriend. I also liked the fact that he was taking it slow.
Speaking of boyfriends…up until then, I did date a few guys back in high school. Nothing serious, mostly holding hands and a periodic kiss. I never did much fooling around because my mom was usually at home and always picked me up after school finished. My parents also insisted on chaperoning us where ever we wanted to go. They were very protective of me. So needless to say, I was a good girl...a VERY good girl. I was so good, that I was still very much...a virgin.
One night, after studying, I told Danny that I felt burnt out and needed to relax a bit. I went to my bed, laid down, and started staring at the ceiling. Danny sat down next to me and asked if I was OK. I told him that my brain was wound up so tightly with the up coming mid-terms, that I just needed to relax.
He then said to me, “I can help you with that.”
I turned to him, “How?”
Danny placed his hand on my cheek and proceeded to kiss me on my lips. I was caught by surprise at first, but I closed my eyes and just let it happen.
After a few seconds, Danny pulled back and asked, “Did that help to make you relax?”
I looked back at him, “Yeah.”
I pulled Danny closer to me by his shoulders so that he was lying next to me. He kissed me again, but this time, he stuck his tongue into my mouth. I’ve never been french kissed before and didn’t really know what to do. So I slowly began to suck on it, trying to pull it further into my mouth. When he pulled his tongue back, I stuck my tongue into his mouth. He then twirled the tip of his tongue around my tongue. It felt so dirty, but yet I was getting turned on by it. My body was feeling warmer and I could tell that I was breathing faster.
But, before I got carried away and did something stupid that I might regret later, I told Danny to stop. I also told him that I had never had sex before and I wasn’t ready for it, yet. I even told him to keep his penis in his pants. Danny looked a little disappointed by what I had just told him. I then looked into his eyes, and said, “Other that that, I’m game for whatever you had in mind.” Danny smiled and we started kissing again.
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