Mary Weaver
“Tell me about yourself.”
“My name’s Mary Weaver, and I’m a sophomore here at Barnett College.”
“Ok, so Mary O’Bannon, senior at Barnett College.” As I typed into my laptop, I watched her body and bearing shift, her short brown hair gaining a reddish tint and frizzing up, her features getting a little pink.
“I’m studying for a degree in classical literature. My GPA is 3.4.”
“High-energy physics is a fascinating field, and to maintain a 4.0 in it must be a lot of work.” Her desk shifted, the piles of ancient greek literature transmuting into thick physics textbooks.
“Oh, it’s not so bad. I do wish I had more time to myself, however.”
“Well, what are your hobbies outside of class?”
“I’m a member of the debate team, and I play viola in the chamber ensemble.”
“Right, head of the Historical Reënactment Society and a member of the campus nudist club, which is one of the reasons I wanted to talk with you today.”
This change was more drastic than the previous ones, as all of Mary’s clothes vanished as soon as I finished entering the line. Across campus, two dozen other students were now likely also completely nude as they went around their day, all members of the same club.
She shifted in her chair. “Is that all this interview is about? I feel like that’s all anyone finds interesting about the school these days.”
“Not at all; it does make for a nice hook, however. Especially for someone as beautiful as you.”
“Uh, thank you,” she said, blushing slightly. Her breasts were swelling on her chest as extra weight melted away from her belly. “Nudism has a number of health benefits, after all.”
“Do your nudism interfere with your duties as the leader of the Reënactment Society?”
“Not generally. Medieval society was both more and less accepting of the human body than we are, so I can generally uphold my principles while still ensuring some historical accuracy.”
“What are your goals after you graduate?”
“I hope to work in my field of study, obviously. And my boyfriend and I have been looking at rings recently.”
“Well, I hope your dream of being the world’s first openly poly bi particle physicist works out, Mary.” I reached up and released the top button on my own shirt, unleashing my own quite deep cleavage. “Now that that’s out of the way, your girlfriend here has some questions of her own for her number one squeeze…”
We rose and kissed, the laptop (and my interview) finally left aside.