Reika marveled at the inefficiency of Shokushu High. This was the fifth time she had bee relocated in just a handful of months, and she was getting quite tried of the ordeal of moving. As she wheeled her luggage into her new home, she saw someone else's belongings taking up half of the room, on the side opposite from the window. She shrugged, she'd had roommates before. This one would be no different.

Pushing the luggage cart with all her suitcases and books on it to what would be he side of the room, Reika let loose a deep sigh at the thought of unpacking all that just to be moved again when a roommate dropped out same as all the others. The thought made her feel far more down than usual. All she wanted to do was sleep, and she didn't have any more classes today. Still dressed in the school uniform, she slipped of her shoes, and stated to disrobe. Not much in the mood for looking for a hamper or hanging up her clothes, she let the pieces of her uniform fall where they may. Once nude, she removed glasses, setting down on the night table beside her bare bed. Her long purple hair fell down her back and sides to her ankles like an aura. As she climbed into bed it settled around her like a blanket, her minor telekinetic power nudging it here and there until it fell over her more sensitive areas. She smiled inspite of herself. It was so warm. She never really noticed how nice her long hair was before...

“Reika has taken it for granted,” she mused aloud. “She will not so so anymore". She ran a hand though its length where a lock of had stetted over her breasts before rolling over on her side, her back facing the door and promptly fell asleep. Slightly chily, her curled up into a fetal position as she slept, her body all but vanishing under locks upon locks of her hair.

Gwen was in a dark mood by the time she finally got back to her dorm room. Class had been awful. The teacher was fine, but the students! Argh! She had felt like she was on display all day in this damn uniform, with the skirt too short and the shirt MUCH too tight. It would be a relief to get some privacy at last so she could undress-

Her finger froze, about to turn on the light. There was...something on the other bed! Something hairy!

Growing nervous, Gwen moved forward in the dark room. She grabbed a pillow off of her bed, never taking her eyes off the breathing mound of purple hair. Was it some sort of animal? Was this a prank?

"Hey!" Gwen shouted, throwing the pillow hard at the purple hair, at the same time jumping up on to her own bed to keep away from whatever the thing was.

The pillow, being a pillow and all, immediately lost most of the thrown force behind to due to its light weight and wind resistance. By the time it reached Reika, it merely bounced off her back, hit her nightstand and knocking her glasses to the floor. One the lenses popped out of the frame in the process.

That combined with the yell wasn't enough to fully wake the exhausted Reika though. She moaned sleepily, unconsciously stretching out on the bed, uncurling from her fetal position. Her long legs seemed to grow out of the hair... and grow... and grow, until her well-taken care of feet complete with delicate pedicure were practically hanging off the edge of the bed. She then rolled over on to her back, her hair seeming to settle just perfectly around her, with a long lock across her nipples and another raping around her hips to cover her crotch.

She snorted once, lightly, followed by a quieter snore, then her breathing settled into and even rhythm again.

"Oh, drat!" Gwen cursed quietly as she realized the thing on the bed was - a girl!

And I thought my hair was long, Gwen said to herself, looking at what must have been her new roommate. The girl's purple hair wrapped around her like a robe, covering her model-like body - a body that, Gwen realized with a blush, was nude!

Averting her eyes, Gwen's gaze fell on the floor, and the girl's damaged glasses. Shoot! She had to fix those before the girl woke up!

Dropping down to the floor, Gwen quietly picked up the glasses and began to attempt to get the lens back in place.

As Gwen knet to the floor, Reika began to stir.

"Mmm....mmmm..." she moaned aloud. Though she was asleep, her mind was still working as fast as it always was. Flashes of memory played across her mind's eye, including certain memories she wasn't supposed to remember.

"Nnn...nnnngh... Nooo." Reika whispered softly. Her toes were curling, her nipples growing hard as she lay on her bed. But her face was frowning as she shook her head back and forth. With a sudden gasp that was almost a scream, Reika's eyes snapped opened. Startled, she said up in her bed, scanning the unfamiliar room around her, for a moment forgetting where she was. She swung her legs over the edge of bed, narrowing missing the top pf Gwen's head as she did so, resulting in one of her feet being planted on either side of her new roommate, her naked crotch more or less in directly in Gwen's face, enough for her to see the trimmed carpet did indeed match the drapes.

Half blind, Reika reached to the nightstand for her glasses, but her fingers closed on open air. She tilted her head to one side, confused, sending waves of her hair rolling over her shoulder like a purple waterfall, when she finally noticed a person shaped blur on the floor in front of her.

"Oh," she said simply, unfazed by the girl's proximity or her own nudity. "Reika apologizes, she did not see you there." She squinted, trying to focus on Gwen through her myopia "Have you seen Reika's glasses? She is cannot see properly without them, which will make introductions difficult."

Kneeling to fix the glasses, Gwen froze when she heard the strange girl begin to moan and move in her sleep. She looked up just in time to duck the girl's foot as she swung it off the bed and into a sitting position.

Awkwardly, Gwen found herself face-level with the girl's crotch! She blushed and immediately averted her eyes, trying not to notice the unique purple color of the girl's hair, or its neatly trimmed state. For a second her darting eyes landed on the stranger's large breasts. Gwen was instantly envious of the girl, as her breasts were just big enough to look nice, and were in good proportion to her unusual height. Next to this girl, Gwen felt short and top-heavy.

Realizing she was staring at the girl's chest, Gwen stood up and backed away hurriedly. Then the girl seemed to ask for her glasses in the third person, and Gwen shuffled towards her, holding them out.

"Are you Reika? Is that your name? I'm Gwenyth. And, um, here are your glasses. They must have fallen to the ground."

Reika took the glasses thankfully, frowning as she realized one of the lenses had fallen out. With the speed of familiarity, she managed to work it back in place through touch alone. Slipping them on then blinking twice, she refocuses her eyes Gwen. Her purple orbs swept up and down her new roommate's body once. She made no effort to hide what she was doing, but there was no hint of naughtiness in her expression either. Her eyes never lingered on one part of Gwen as she looked her over, and when she was down, she re-established eye contact.

Reika stood after she took the glasses, towering over Gwen by half a foot or more. She crossed the distance between them, stopping at about arms length. She then raised her right hand as though offering a hand shake, but instead placed it directly on Gwen's chest more or less in between her large breasts. Again, she did this with a perfectly casual air, without blushing or licking her lips with desire or anything in between.

"Its is nice to meet you, Gwenyth," she said simply. "Reika's name is Reika. She will endeavor to be a pleasant person to cohabitate with for...the duration."

With that, she lower her hand from Gwen's chest and turned, her hair flaring about her slightly as she walked back to her waiting bags. "Reika will unpack now. She would appreciate aid, but if you are tried from class, she will understand."

Gwen had to stop herself from taking a step back as the woman stood up. She was so tall! Like an amazon! Gwenyth was dwarfed as the statuesque beauty moved closer, her eyes flickering strangely over Gwen's body. She didn't seem to be looking at her sexually...

...but then Reika placed her hand on the front of Gwen's uniform, right between her breasts! Gwen stared at the hand, afraid to move, as the girl introduced herself, still in the third-person.

What kind of person was this? And why wasn't she wearing clothes?

Blushing and feeling awkwardly exposed despite her fully-dressed state, Gwen replied. "Yes, um, it's very nice to meet you. I'll help you unpack, of course. Would you like me to help you find some clothes?" Gwen continued to try and look anywhere in the room but her roommate's nude form, but her eyes kept getting drawn back as if by a magnet.

Reika had just slid one of her suitcases off of the luggage cart and onto her bed, when Gwen replied. She turned back to her roommate, a confused look on her face.

"Clothes?" she asked. "Why would Reika need --" She stopped, her face lighting up in understanding. "Reika is making you uncomfortable," she realized at last. "Apologies. Reika is used to living by herself. When not in public, she prefers being naked." She shrugged idly. "Were it up to her, Reika would only wear clothing if weather conditions demanded it."

Reika noticed Gwen's furtive attempts to look away form her body, as well as when her eyes were inevitably pulled back. "Reika does not mind if you see her naked," she said, trying to ease the obvious tension. "However, she has lived like this a long time, and does not desire to change," she added, trying to put her foot down about the whole thing. A thought occurred to her then, a solution. A genuine peace offering that only proved that she didn't get the problem at all.

"If it would make Gwenyth feel better, she may disrobe was well before we start unpacking," she offered.

"No!" Gwen shouted at the girl's request for her to strip. She already felt too exposed next to this strange girl, so unashamed of her nudity.

"No," Gwen said again, softer this time. "That's, ah, that's quite alright. I'll stay dressed, you can stay...that way, and we'll get you unpacked."

Standing awkwardly near the much-taller woman made Gwen uncomfortably aware of the differences in their bodies. Reika's generous curves were in perfect proportion, given her extraordinary height. Gwen's breasts felt even larger than they were, due to her short stature. Her chest felt hot as she started to blush a little, and she adjusted her minimizing bra, trying to take a deep breath.

Her new roommate wanted to be naked all the time? What was she going to do?!

"Where are you from?" Gwen asked, struggling to make small-talk with her eyes constantly on the ceiling or floor.

Reika saw Gwen's nervous motion of tugging at her bra, but chose not to say anything. Reika placed a few suitcases on her bed as she replied. "England'' she replied simply. Walking past Gwen to the closet to hang up some clothes, her hair trailing bind her like the tail of a comet, she went on. "Judging form your accent, you are as well, perhaps? Reika's parents are Lord and Lady Ashtear. You may have read of them in the tabloids." For the first time, a hint of emotion colored he tone. It sounded like disgust. "They sent Reika here to be rid of her for a time. Reika intends, however, to make the most of it."

She crossed back over to the suitcase, emptying it of the last of her clothes with Gwen's help. At the bottom of it however, Swen would notice a transparent box with several tiny compartments. These compartments were filled with needles, threads, bobbins, tiny strips of fabric, and elastic. "Ah, you found one of Reika's kits," she proudly as she approached and stood behind Gwen, looking over the shorter girl's shoulder. "Clothes design and construction is one of her hobbies. If you have any problem with the uniform or you desire more variety in your street clothes, Reika would be happy to help, since you prefer clothing and the school supplied options are somewhat...limited." Reika thought a moment, then placed her hands on Gwen's shoulders, her strong fingers finding the outline of her bra straps and tracing them down to Gwen's back. It was an oddly clinical motion, like a visit to the doctor rather a lecherous attempt to cop a feel.

"This brazier does not look very comfortable," she said absently, as if thinking aloud. "Reika can make one or two with more support if you like, but it would take a few days." As she spoke, she continued her careful tactile study of the outline of Gwen's bra, from her back to her sides. "Of course, fabric choice would be crucial," she said, half to herself as her fingers began to cross from Gwen's sides to her front, moving with clinical purposeful direction towards Gwen's sizable chest.