T-Girl University

Jason was apprehensive about starting college, as any freshman would be. His high school girlfriend, Becky, whom he loved dearly, was going to a different college on the opposite side of the country. They had to promised to stay together but Jason was worried; there would be a lot of temptation for her from all those west-coast surfer dudes. He hoped she wouldn't forget him and made a vow to himself to stay faithful no matter what. But there would plenty of temptation for him as well: Jason was going to a small northeastern college that, until recently, had been an all girls school. Jason's incoming class was to be the fifth coed class the college had seen but the women still greatly outnumbered the men: 80% to 20%. Jason knew that his gender was one of the reasons he had been accepted here. It was, in fact, the only school that had accepted him and Jason was determined to study hard and do well here to possibly transfer out to Becky's school in a couple of years. He was going to bury his head in his books, avoid temptation and get back to his girlfriend as soon as possible.

Although Jason knew the student body was mostly women he was still amazed when he arrived on campus to move into his dorm. Everywhere he looked he saw statuesque female figures biking, walking, standing, running and he had to force himself to keep his mouth from hanging open as he drank in the sights. The next thing he noticed was how tall nearly all the women on campus seemed to be. Jason was no slouch, standing at a respectable 5'10 but he saw only a few women who were shorter than he was and plenty that were clearly taller. He watched one group of women go jogging by, clearly a team of some sorts, all wearing shorts and college t-shirts, and each one of them looked to be over six feet. Jason felt downright puny as he watched their long leg muscles flexing, shiny from the workout, and their pony-tails go bobbing by a few inches above his head. One of the jogging amazons even winked at Jason as she went past leaving him blushing and mouth squarely agape, having already lost that small battle.